Aurora gasps as she sees the beautiful, delicate, erotic ice sculptures of herself.

Perhaps it's the effect of the magick within the gown, but Aurora doesn't even notice as she instinctively starts to imitate the images before her. One hand stroking her face, as another slips through the folds of the gown to stroke her feverish folds. A moan of pleasure and arousal escapes her lips as she walks closer, sliding a finger into herself as her free hand slides down her neck to cup her breast, teasing the taut nipple to such stiffness it seems ready to burst.

She is lost in the lust and eroticism of the images before her that she doesn't even notice as the icicles rumble and then fall to the floor, encircling her and trapping her in the cave amongst this shrine to her own sexual nature.

The sound of the fallen icicles died down, leaving it all silent except for the little moan that escaped Aurora's lips. Somehow, it kept echoing from the walls of the cave, softened and distorted.

The sound reached the ears of the little sprites clinging to the lascivious images of the priestess. The tiny figures seemed to be dead, frozen in time like the ice they clung to, but inside life resided still, awakening slowly. Little lips parted, a tiny, almost imperceptible little sigh escaping from one, then another. Tiny voices joined, becoming a whispering chorus of sighs and moans.
Frozen eyelids snapped open, and eyes, shining like distant stars on a cold winter night, fixed on the gorgeous form of the pale Amazon. Faerie eyes feasted on the sight, feasted on fingers caressing those large, rounded breasts, delicate hand stroking those giant hills of femininity. Eyes fixed on her sex, how wet and ready she was, already fucking herself in front of her.

"Mmmmm.. Ooooohhhh.. Mnnnnnnhh.."

The voices kept their murmuring sing song up, voices slowly gaining sex. How they wanted her. How the sight of her sexy, curvaceous body through the gauzy robes incited them! They wanted her, they would have her. They would gladly take all she had to give her, then keep taking it. Her magic, her body.. they would love her, rape her, until the distinction lost it's meaning.

The lights became a little stronger. A few of the frozen sprites tried moving heir wings.

The impact of the icicles had made the icy floor crack. Tiny fractures, no move visible than a spider's web appeared, some on the ground under Aurora's feet.

One of the statues moved, then another, moving towards the priestess.

Aurora makes a soft whimpering sound as her moans seem to merge with the sounds of the snow sprites into a song and symphony of erotic music. She gasps as her milk starts to soak into the gauzy fabric causing it to go even more sheer.. to cling even more tightly to her breasts. The mana-rich liquid seems to spark the magick of the fabric.. making the pleasurable sparks shoot all through the gown as if the electric sparks were fucking her entire nervous system at once.

"Oooooohhhhhh." the priestess cries out as sweet honey gushes from her folds around her thrusting fingers, splashing onto the cracked ice under her. Her legs start to give out from the pleasure, causing her to stumble and she reaches out with her free hand to steady herself.. only to find her hand landing on the smooth, icy breast of one of the living sculptures.

Aurora's eyes open and she gazes deep into the perfectly clear crystal of the ice-Aurora's eyes.. her lips parting as if for a kiss as she stares into the erotic image of her own lustful beauty.

The icy effigy parted it's lips. Embracing Aurora with cold, strong arms, it kissed the priestess back. Her lips and tongue was hard, smooth, sculpted ice, yet as flexible as if she was a living human.
Her arms gripped Aurora hard, hugging her close. Fighting one's way out would be hard, unless one chose to try to break the ice, and even then it would require a lot of strength. One arm dropped down, grabbing hold of Aurora's muscular rear, bushing her lower body into itself, moving against the woman with a slow, grinding rythm.

As the statue made out with the priestess, Aurora would be able feel the lips getting softer and damper, and the taste of clear water in her mouth.

The other statues moved closer. Slower at first, like movement was an unnatural thing for such beings, but growing more fluid, as if the presence of the intruder made them more alive. Soon one laid a cold arm on Aurora's shoulder.

Meanwhile, the ice continued to crack open.