Nero found the bottle in the cabinet above the small refrigerator—a gift from Lux, unopened, still bearing a bright red ribbon. He set it on the low table between them, next to two glasses he had retrieved from a dusty shelf. Khione raised an eyebrow.

"A game," he said. "First to finish the bottle wins."

"And what does the winner receive?"

Nero thought for a moment. "A wish. Anything the loser can grant."

Khione studied the bottle, then him. Her lips twitched. "You’ll lose."

"We’ll see."

He poured. The whisky was amber, smooth, and smelled of oak and smoke. They raised their glasses, clinked them, and drank. The first swallow burned, but the second was warmer, and the third was almost sweet. They did not speak. They drank, their eyes locked, a silent challenge passing between them.

Glass after glass. The bottle drained slowly. Khione’s cheeks flushed pink. Nero’s eyes grew soft, unfocused. They finished the last drops together, setting their glasses down at the same moment. A draw.

"A draw," Nero said. "What does a draw mean?"

Khione leaned forward, her hair spilling over her shoulders. "It means we both win."

The alcohol warmed them, loosened them. The world seemed softer, the edges blurred. Nero reached out and touched her face, and she did not pull away. Her skin was warm beneath his fingers. He could feel her pulse, slow and steady.

"I feel strange," she said.

"Good strange?"

She nodded. "Good strange."

He kissed her. This kiss was different from the others—slower, deeper, more searching. She responded in kind, her hands finding his shoulders, pulling him closer. The room spun slightly, or perhaps it was them. The fire had died to embers, casting their shadows in soft red.

The kiss deepened. Her fingers threaded through his hair. His hands slid down her back, pulling her toward him. She came willingly, shifting until she was in his lap, her legs on either side of his hips. The couch creaked beneath them.

"I love you," he murmured against her lips.

She pulled back, just enough to look at him. Her eyes were bright, the ice melted. "I know."

He kissed her again, and she met him with equal passion. The room grew warmer, the night darker. The whisky hummed in their veins, lowering walls, quieting doubts. There was only the press of skin against skin, the soft sounds of breath and movement, the steady rhythm of two hearts finding their beat.

She pulled his shirt over his head, and he did the same for her. Her skin was cool, but he warmed it with his touch. She shivered, not from cold, and he smiled.

"Cold?" he asked.

"No," she whispered. "Not anymore."

They lay back on the couch, tangled in each other, before he rose to seal her lips with his.

A passionate kiss followed as he began exploring her body, her body flinching in anticipation. He quickly removed her outer clothes, leaving her only in her risqué underwear, he gently unhooked it, freeing her bountiful chest, he stopped kissing her as he admired those pink nipples.

The intoxication from the alcohol coupled with the rising heat made Khione’s current appearance appear extremely alluring, forcing Nero to let out an audible gulp. He lowered his face and slowly bit on her left breast, gently before his tongue like a snake circled her areola.

’’!"

This action sent a jolt through her body. Unconsciously, she held his head, pushing it deeper into her breast, he wasn’t surprised by her sudden action, on the contrary he welcomed it as he continued sucking her breast, licking her pink areola, his hands weren’t idling either, they were roaming on her body. He created a small spark of white lightning to make her body twitch whenever his hands passed, these little electric current through her nerves highlighted the passion growing within her. She let out moan after moan, her body shuddering.

Nero continued to assault her on multiple fronts, he enjoyed his girlfriend’s reaction, his ego satisfied (a little) as he was capable of making her moans so loudly, without reservation.

’’Anh!"

Her moan became louder when he slowly made his way down, caressing her stomach by imbuing lightning into his tongue to make her body reacted better, upon reaching the final destination, he removed her under solely by using his teeth, this action increased her lust, her body temperature rising, her heartbeat increasing.

Nero gently parted her legs, before one of his hands went up, he caressing her hardened nipple while he other hand flicked her clitoris.

’’Ooh!"

Then he abruptly lowered his head, dipping his tongue into her moistened fold, because it was imbued with lightning, this simple action sent jolt more intense through the Ice Queen’s body.

"!!!"

Her body convulsed countless times, as a flood broke out, she had her first orgasm, Nero inadvertently drank it, it was sour yet sweet, he greedily sucked it before pushing his tongue in and out repeatedly, the already sensitive body of the Ice Queen was further pushed to the limit.

’’Anh!"

He greedily explored her depth, he kept targeting her weak point, he continued until she had another orgasm.

Khione’s chest keep rising and falling repeatedly, she was exhausted but she knew she had to reciprocate what she received, therefore she raised her shaking body, pushing Nero into the bed before removing his clothes, lastly his boxer, freeing his hardened cock, the latter as if to say what took you so long? Slapped against her cheek, she took a moment to observe the big and long cock, with trembling hands she wrapped around them, before moving up down, giving him a handjob, she let her saliva drip onto it to lubricate it before moving her hands at fast speed, increasing the pace.

This action slowly brought an already excited Nero toward the edge, he could feel something building at the base of his cock, his testicules slowly contracting, she could feel him close to bursting, it was then she abruptly stopped, leaving Nero frustrated, just as he was about to admonish her for almost giving him a blue balls, she smirked before lowered her head and swallowing his dick.

’’!"

Nero’s body shuddered because he felt something cold against his dick, she had followed his previous action, using her law to highlight the sensation, while at the same time using the ice law she massaged her ball’s sack while her head bobbing up and down, her cold tongue wrapping around his cock, she swallowed it whole, almost choking, the simultaneous attacks increased his excitation and he held her head in place as he deep throat her, until releasing his essence, it was the best blowjob he had.