The atmosphere of the magical ice cream shop was as hypnotizing as the scent of vanilla in the air. Soft pillows, lights shifting color with every breath, ice creams spinning in the air like little planets of desire. Zafira Blu, in her tight vinyl outfit, perched herself on a floating counter, swinging her legs and smiling at the couple.
"Welcome to my temple of sins," she announced, her voice dripping with wicked promises. "Here, every flavor is a new adventure. Every spoonful reveals a hidden desire. And tonight, you two will have a tasting like no one's ever had."
Lyra looked at Kaelthys, her eyes shining with anticipation, and already felt her pussy pulse just imagining what was to come. Kaelthys, still a bit grumpy about it all, couldn't take his eyes off the witch, or the scent, or the heat, or Lyra's body so close. His pants tightened, his mast throbbing, and his anger slowly melted away.
Zafira picked up a translucent glass full of pink ice cream.
"First flavor: wild strawberry," she said, flashing a provocative smile. "This one's perfect to start with Lyra on top. Let's see who moans louder."
The spell of the ice cream was immediate. As soon as Kaelthys tasted the first spoonful, his whole body buzzed. Lyra climbed on top of him, sinking down easily, riding him hard, laughing softly, starting to bounce to the rhythm of the magic music in the background.
Every move was intense, wild, hips slamming with hunger, breasts bouncing, Kaelthys's hands gripping her waist tight.
Lyra moaned, throwing her head back, feeling Kaelthys's mast fill every inch inside her, and the witch clapped, cheering them on.
"That's it, girl! Show him who's boss. Use your tongue if you want, he loves being dominated."
With every new thrust, Lyra lost herself more, grinding, squeezing, teasing, biting her lip, leaving scratch marks on Kaelthys's chest. He growled deep, voice rough, golden eyes blazing with desire, but he didn't give in completely to pleasure.
When they hit their peak, Zafira switched flavors, bringing a sky-blue spoonful.
"Now, summer sky. This one's for doggy style. Kaelthys, on your knees, Lyra, on all fours. Let's see how much fire this ex-dragon still has."
The spell of the new flavor made everything even hotter and wilder. Lyra got into position, sticking her butt out, feeling his mast slide inside her again. Kaelthys gripped her hips, thrusting in slowly, then harder, going deep, each stroke pulling a new scream from Lyra, who lost herself completely, moaning loud, pushing her body back against him, her skin burning with pleasure.
The witch laughed, teasing. "Careful, Lyra! Scream too loud and you'll wake up the elves underground. And you, Kaelthys, don't you dare cum yet, I want to see you last every round!"
Lyra didn't care, she just wanted more. Her whole body trembled, her pussy dripping, every sense burning.
Kaelthys kept the rhythm, breathing heavy, feeling every clench, every shiver of Lyra, every detail of her skin pressed to his. Their sweat mingled, and every touch seemed to electrify the room even more.
Zafira didn't stop. She offered a watermelon-red ice cream, giggling. "Next round: spoon position. A refreshing flavor to keep your energy up."
Lyra lay on her side, Kaelthys slipped in behind her, one hand grabbing a breast, the other gripping her thigh, and kept thrusting, slow at first, then faster, feeling Lyra grind back, sweat pouring, heat building. The scent of their bodies mingled with the sweetness of the ice creams, making the air heavy with desire.
Between positions, Zafira always tasted a little of each flavor herself, licking the spoon so indecently Lyra wanted to pull her into the game too.
"This ice cream shop really is magic," Lyra moaned, laughing breathlessly. "I never thought a spoonful could make me feel this much pleasure."
Kaelthys answered by biting her shoulder. "Just don't ask me to stop. I need you, Lyra. Here, now, every way possible. I don't want to forget a single part of your body."
Zafira, pushing even further, brought a new ice cream, this time creamy with a hint of liqueur. "Now the classic: sit on his lap, Lyra. I want to see you two look each other in the eye. I want to see passion, I want to see lust."
Lyra obeyed without a thought, straddled Kaelthys's lap, sank down slowly, feeling his mast fill her completely, squeezing tight against him, his hands exploring her body, lips stuck to her neck, her breasts, her mouth.
The movement was slow, deep, intense, every up and down bringing Lyra closer to heaven, closer to release. But Kaelthys didn't cum.
He held back, even as the pressure built, his body trembling, the urge nearly impossible to resist.
He only wanted to see Lyra lose control, feel her collapse in his arms, explode with pleasure again and again.
Zafira applauded, tossing magical confetti, egging on every moan, every change in rhythm. "Never seen a dragon so obedient. Or so delicious. Congrats, Lyra, you tamed the beast."
They changed positions again: now Lyra on her knees, Kaelthys taking her from behind, one hand yanking her hair, the other gripping her back. The pace was wild, their bodies slick with sweat, their cries echoing through the ice cream shop. Zafira teased even more, whispering magical words and indecent promises in their ears, making everything hotter, more intense, more impossible to resist.
Lyra came again and again, trembling, moaning, unable to stop begging for more.
Kaelthys, closer and closer to the edge, held back, breathing deep, feeling his whole body burning, but refusing to let go completely.
He wanted to savor every second, every sensation, every flavor offered by Zafira, every passionate glance from Lyra.
In the end, they lay side by side on the cushions, still joined, breathing hard, bodies clinging together, sweaty, sated and still hungry for more.
Zafira appeared beside them, offering a final glass of caramel-colored ice cream.
"Rest, ex-dragon. Your turn will come. For now, just enjoy the sweetness. And Lyra, if you need a boost, you can ask for the 'explosion' flavor anytime."
They both laughed, exhausted and happy, knowing the night still promised much more. Kaelthys wouldn't admit it, but he was already completely under the spell of the ice cream shop—and the insatiable desire for Lyra.