<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/9f/22/40/9f2240f47cd57ba6ce3cc3295791a66b.jpg)</div>The banter between Green Briar and Frost Kitten just keeps on coming.<strong>"Killed?  The rubble would have broken the ice free and I'd have gotten out!"</strong>he growls back shifting his weight a bit and grunting with effort as he pushes upward against her with his legs, the now fully hard cock in his tight leather pants straining a winning battle against the ties that bind them shut.  The last bit of his taunting is also joined with another grunt as the head of this bump presses hard up between Frost Kitten's ass cheeks.<br/><br/>His head leans back and he lets out a shudder,<strong>"Me squirming?  You're... You're naked!  What are you, the lap-dance wonder?"</strong>He flexes his arms hard, a thick crack beginning to form in the ice around them.  "I don't know how long you think this ice is going to hold off-" he begins with another straining pull, his hardened core straining against Frost Kitten's back and his crotch once again pushing upwards in a way that presses his cock against the modesty stickers.  A sound of pleasure comes from him and his head falls down, the pheromones not even in the air yet.<br/><br/><strong>"Wait, her fetish?"</strong>asks Mr. Personman as the two heroes discuss his face.<strong>"Uh, what exactly are you-"</strong>he begins as the faintly sweet smell of Nissa's pheromones begin to fill the enclosure.  Outside of the tiny hold and without him firmly held in place, it wouldn't be so sure of a thing, but this is just about as ideal of a situation as they could possibly get.  A groan of pleasure comes from Green Briar, his body beginning to move and rock slowly, rubbing the fat tented cock harder against Frost Kitten's ass.<strong>"You're asking... If... Yes.  Absolutely,"</strong>he quickly grunts out, his arms still straining hard to free them as he grinds his hips up for all he's worth.  The ice around his arms continues to crack, he'll have his hands free very, very soon.