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The Jade Barroth dragged her claws through the snow, creating a firm patch to push off from, and then lowered her head, dipping the top of her crest into the icy powder. Amber braced herself, ready for what the actions signaled. The Jade Barroth charged, snow piling up in the dip of her crest, with the excess spraying to either side. At the last moment, she dipped her head, digging into the packed snow at Amber's feet, before flipping her into the air. A couple seconds of flipping through the air, before the inevitable fall.

The Jade Barroth caught Amber with her crest, the fresh powdered snow that had built up creating a perfect cushion for the human. Amber laughed with exhilaration. Once the adrenaline in her system had dissipated a bit, she rolled over onto her stomach, and stared at the icy puffs of breath coming from her Jade Barroth's - Labra's - crest vents. She ran her hand across the hard structure affectionately. Most of the crest was rugged, but a few places stuck out as obviously uneven - scars from injuries caused by the brute of a hunter who had first captured Labra for her.

The hunter just didn't understand how to treat a pet. Sure, Labra could be rowdy - even downright destructive at times - but that was no excuse for such rough treatment. Amber slid down the Jade Barroth's neck, and fell to the ground next to her. Amber noticed that she was breathing heavily. They'd been playing for a while, after all. Labra looked as energetic as ever, but that was to be expected - the iridescent Barroth seemed to have unlimited stores of energy.

Amber patted the side of her leg, and motioned towards the house. Labra looked back at her, for a moment, and then let out a crooning rumble in response.

"Still full of energy, huh? Well... I think we can fix that" Amber said. Amber repeated the pat and the motion, but a slight cock of the head indicated her new meaning. Labra, picking up on the difference, gave a short, powerful roar and then ran towards the building. Amber rubbed her ears, still ringing from the sound, for a moment before following. She found her Barroth companion at the massive entryway to the house, impatiently shifting her weight from leg to leg. Amber unlocked the door, and opened it up, and followed her pet inside. Labra waited until the door was shut once more, before turning and presenting her privates to Amber.

"Impatient, aren't you?" Amber responded. The Jade Barroth moaned in response. Amber stopped teasing her, and moved over to take care of her needs. She brought her hand against the Jade Barroth's underbelly. The hide here was so much softer than the crest she had caressed earlier. She pressed her middle digit into the creature's slit. The flesh here, now, was as soft as her own, though far colder. She brought her other hand up, and, using both, held open the Barroth's lips. Amber took a moment to appreciate just how abruptly the iridescent outer hide transitioned to the rosy pink inside, before her attention was captured by a twitching nodule of flesh. Amber smiled at just how impatient Labra was, her clitoris already aching for stimulation. She brought a finger across it slowly. On cue, Labra gave a quick intake of breath. The sound of the gasp, however, was drowned out by the sound of a hand rapping against her front door.

"Oh hell, the investors!" Amber shouted, before realizing her volume. She repeated herself in a mutter. "Oh hell, the investors", as if saying it quieter could undo the previous shout. She glanced around in a panic, and found an unoccupied fabric doily, and wiped off her fingers of the natural lubrication that had already coated them. She gave Labra's slit a quick wipe as well, to get most of the excess fluid that clung to it. Labra gave a sharp bark at her owner, annoyed both by the fact that she had stopped, and by the feel of the abrasive fabric on her soft genitals. Amber gave her a soft pat to the cheek as a way of apology, before the knocking rang out a second time.

"Coming!" she yelled, and ran to the door. She opened it, and a few irate-looking men in suits made their way into the house. The first one placed his briefcase on the table before beginning to speak.

"Milady, I trust you remember that we had an appointment set up?" He said, eyes scanning the room. They stopped on the Jade Barroth in the other room. He was annoyed, but that thing... That thing was pissed. It was glaring at him like it wanted to crush him. He gulped a bit, and then continued his speech, in a less hawkish tone. "We need to discuss the status of the HHLS fund."

"I remember. And I said, you handle it. That's what I'm paying you for."

"Legally, I need your written permission on any significant changes to the allocation of your inheritance."

His curt, impatient voice, and her bored, distracted voice buzzed around the house. Labra, in the other room, began to look for something to do to alleviate her boredom and frustration. She rubbed her crest against the massive back door, but the sound attracted no human to open it for her. She looked around, but the room was filled with little outside of furniture and decorative objects. The droning voices from the other room continued on endlessly. Labra, pent up and frustrated, slammed her head down, splintering a wooden table. In the other room, the voices finally stopped.

The humans from the other room came in and surveyed the damage.

"That monster of yours destroying your possessions again, hm?" one of the men said to Amber. "It's a wonder you still have anything left to invest."

She swung around at him, with a look on her face that was so reminiscent of the Barroth's earlier glare that he promptly shut his mouth and stared straight ahead, avoiding her eyes.

"You keep out of my business unless I pay you to do otherwise." she said to him. After a pause, she added "You have my signature. We can finish the rest of this discussion later."

The men nodded and left. Amber sighed. She hated acting like that, but she had to stand up for herself sometimes, or they'd walk all over her. She opened the back door again and slung the remains of the splintered table outside. Once that was complete, she turned back to Labra.

"Should we continue where we left off?" Amber asked. Labra rolled onto her back in response. Amber moved once more between the creature's giant legs. She rubbed the slit for a moment, but, foreplay seemed unnecessary - Labra was already leaking lubricant, her outer folds glistening with the liquid. There was enough that Amber could slide her hand inside Labra with ease, and she twisted it around, moving her fingers until she located once more the bump of flesh that was the clit. She pressed against it firmly, and Labra squirmed in response.

She released the pressure, and began to move her finger around, rubbing it in small circles. She felt a small nudge against her back, and looked over her shoulder. Labra had curled herself forward, bringing her head in to touch Amber gently. Amber felt Labra's clit throbbing against her finger as she paused in her movements. The memory of seeing it just a bit earlier came back, and she decided to try something new. She placed two fingers against both sides of the slit, and exposed Labra's inner areas once more. She brought her face in close. She savored the anticipation for a moment, and then gave a small lick. The clit throbbed against her tongue in pleasure from this new stimulation.

"Oh." Amber said. "That'th not 'ight."

She tried to pull her tongue away again, but it was stuck. Labra, realizing a problem of some sort, growled in annoyance. Amber winced in empathy, knowing how what she was about to do would feel, before pulling quickly away from the freezing cold genitals. Her head moved out of the way as the Barroth's legs snapped together in pain and shock.

Amber backed up, wincing, both at the pain in her tongue, and the sympathetic pain she felt on behalf of the Jade Barroth. Her own legs clenched together at the though, as she walked to the kitchen. Turning on the stove, she heated a few cups of water, and poured some over the frosted part of her tongue.

She thought to herself, this probably ruined things. She, certainly, wouldn't like to make another attempt after something like that. The Barroth, however, appeared to be far tougher than she, as she had stopped clenching her legs, and was instead looking at Amber once more, with a pleading look in her eye.

It was a shame that her attempt at something new had failed, though. She rubbed her tongue against the roof of her mouth, and looked back at the kitchen. Hm. Or, had it? If hot water had helped her tongue, maybe it could be used to prevent the frost? She looked back at the Barroth, obviously still willing to give it another go. It was decided then. She began head towards the kitchen, before, once again, there was a knocking at her door.

"God-" Amber clapped her hand against her mouth to stop the expletive. She made a decision, however, and walked to the door. Another man - different from the ones from earlier, stood at the entranceway, while Labra, in the other room, rolled around the floor in frustration. He began to speak, but Amber cut him off.

"I'm terribly sorry, but my father has just died, and I must attend him."

In response, he got as far as "Milady? But, your father has been dead for seven-" before the door slammed in his face. Amber returned to the kitchen, and quickly heated some water. She felt it, made sure it wasn't too hot, and wouldn't burn any sensitive areas, then bottled it. She returned to Labra, who had managed to crush a few insignificant objects while rolling.

She dropped to her knees, straddling the Barroth's iridescent tail. Without waiting for a response to her actions, she pressed open Labra's slit for the third time that day, and poured a bit of the hot water against the creature's clitoris. The heat made her curl up in shock, but, it was soon followed by a successful lick, and Labra stretched back out. Her tongue skirted the warmed area of flesh, and flicking back and forth periodically.

Amber felt her own body reacting to her actions, and she quickly stripped off her lower clothes. She lowered her own crotch to the Barroth's tail, remembering at the last moment to douse the area in hot water to prevent sticking. She began rocking her own hips back and forth, rubbing her clit against the semi-smooth scales of Labra's tail's underside scales. She shifted her attention back towards the Barroth's clit.

Labra's legs were spread wide, and she was pressing herself forward into Amber's spiraling tongue. Her own folds had grown cold, but not unpleasantly so. Amber savored the rapidly dropping temperature for a moment more, before applying more hot water. She placed her lips to the newly warmed area, and created a suction for a moment, before returning to the motions with her tongue. She pulled back for a moment, for a breather, but kept the motion up with her fingers while her tongue was away.

The pause gave her time to focus on herself, and she redoubled her own rocking against the Barroth's tail, and squirted some more hot water to the area. The sharp spike in temperature intensified the sensations she felt, and when she brought her mouth back to the Barroth's opening, it was with the increased fervor of her own enjoyment. Another squirt of hot water there, and Labra arched her back and clenched her legs, obviously close. Amber consciously slowed down her motions, hoping to climax closer together.

Her second hand was applying water unconsciously now, causing the temperature changes to be nearly in time with her rocking motions. It was too much for Labra, and, Amber felt the Barroth began to twitch and writhe in earnest now. She stopped licking and went down once more to suck on the area. The Barroth's motion pulled her tail back and forth as well, adding to her own rocking motions, and soon she felt her own pleasure explode. She forced her tongue as deep into the Barroth's folds as she could, bringing into her mouth what icy-cold lubrication remained from deep inside Labra.

Amber rolled off the Barroth's tail, and lay on her side, panting heavily. Labra curled up, careful not to knock anything around her, finally content.

Amber bobbed her head into the air. Something smelled... Burnt... The stove! She'd left it on. She clambered upright and rushed to put out whatever fire it had started. Tossing water at the burning dishrags, she thought of all the distractions she'd already faced today, and thought to herself, "Thank God, at least, that I didn't notice this a moment sooner."