Now that the prey was successfully captured, the mass of pipes slowed down. It was in no rush, being simply a puppet to Amaya's corruption. To add salt to the wound, it still did not bother to restrain her limbs, confident that there was nothing the half-elf could do. Or maybe to stupid to recognize her escape attempt.<br/><br/>The freezing cold pipe sensually slid up and down the curves of Amaya's sides, caressing her arms and thighs. Still holding her upside down, one icey member slid between her legs, curling into the crevice of her ass. The pipe moved from front to back, stinging the flesh of her outer lips and the globes of her ass with their motions. The other metal vines hovered above Amaya, coated in frozen water. Occasionally, they would melt a bit in the air, sending a cascade of ice and bitter cold water down onto her breasts and belly.