He forgot the sensation of heat upon his skin and yielded to the constant comforting chill in the air. It was hers and so he adored the cold until his skin grew paler and paler into a pure brilliant white and then took on the faint blue tint of her own flesh.

Lady Winter never seemed satisfied, always wanting more despite her body being near constantly battered with colossal impacts of ecstasy that she could never quite prepare herself for. She learned of the variety in the act as they shifted positions again and again. She rode his cock whilst bouncing in his lap as he sat upon her icy throne in the great hall and she moaned with unquenchable lust when he Lifted her legs up and fucked her soundly with her back to the wall in one of her long corridors.

It must have been months later when Lady Winter finally contented herself by kissing his Lips softly and standing upright from where she had been riding him upon the floor of one of the upper bedrooms.

William's skin was now almost as blue as hers, his eyes had the same sharp intensity and as he marvelled even then at the shapely figure of the beautiful woman standing over him he realised he still hadn't gotten enough of her. She stood up and her inner thighs shined with the mixture of his cream and her own nectar. As she Looked down upon him he saw her eyes no longer seemed quite so cold as they regarded him. Her brows did furrow into a slightly confused expression for a moment until finally she stepped over to his side and turned to walk away to the doorway of the empty room.

“Where are you going?" He sat up and called after her

The question brought an amused little purr from her throat as she looked over her shoulder back towards where he lay.

“Are you still not satisfied?" That cool voice poured forth to his ears like music with a slightly playful lilt to her tone.

“More.” He mimicked her usual response with a slight smirk, resting back upon his arms and looking casually upon her.

“There will be time for more very soon. Something has come to my attention. I must tend to it before I am able to indulge you again.”

The slight curve of her lips straightened out as she looked over him and out of the arched window to the snow covered plains beyond.

“Hey, I'd Like to think we're indulging each other here." Her countered somewhat defensively.

"Oh we are William. In more ways than you know. I will return soon. Be ready for me." She ran her tongue along her pale blue lips in a way that made his cock twitch.

Then she took her leave and he found himself alone in the empty shell of a room. Given that as he'd initially explored the castle he constantly had her very amicably plastered to him he hadn't noticed the real emptiness in those rooms. There was no furniture or decoration with only the shape of the small window overlooking the dark plains outside.

It was also the first time he'd really stopped to take a look at himself. He was now just as blue skinned as she was. The colour lightened a little on his fingernails and upon his Lips but he was otherwise a creature of the ice. Being with her had somehow changed him, though it certainly didn't seem to be for the worse. He felt better than he ever had and a quick mental check deemed all his faculties to be intact. When he looked into the glassy ice walls and saw his reflection Looking back upon him the change was much more startling. In the first place he'd never been so fit in all his life.

His body could have shamed a professional athlete as perfectly toned muscle slid and wound together with his every movement. His skin was obviously different in colour but it was rich and smooth with the shine that gleamed from the blue winter Light.

It had been difficult to properly consider these changes with such a prominent and lovely distraction to keep him occupied but he found he wasn't actually all that worried about his slight metamorphosis. ALL he had done he had been more than willing to do and she was certainly pleasant company. As far as his death went, it seemed that the afterlife was a marked improvement upon what had come before.

With Lady Winter gone, he walked through the long halls and glanced into rooms to see that they were all empty. Without her there the place seemed slightly spooky. Especially as the wind often made some very strange noises from the cracks and shapes in the ice. Though he might have been much more comfortable with the cold and the Lady herself, her home still seemed like a haunted relic that could no longer be brought back to its former glory. It was hard not to imagine the pain of the sinners that had been brought here to shape the place for her. It was a pain that seemed to have lingered.

William felt a sudden pang of sadness for his lover whom had to endure so long all alone in such a place.

When he re-entered the main hall he saw that the place had changed. The throne was gone along with the tables and the carvings. It was still a vast room but the only thing to inhabit it was a statue of ice stood up in the centre. William immediately recognised the figure that the glassy material was shaped to look like.

It was a statue in the image of his wife.