Under the dark canopy he lay alone. The sheet was pulled up across his bare chest and rest beneath his hand, moving gently as he gave the world another sigh. His eyes wouldn't stay closed, not without the thought of her coming back. No matter how he lay, she would come back- each time more enticing than the last.
Hans sat up in the sea of icy silk blankets and ran his fingers through the billowing red hair that swept over his forehead. These weren't the feelings a King should have. Even though he tired to dismiss it, when he closed his eyes he saw the snow Queen like no man would ever the get the chance to.
Her finger gestured him closer as she held nothing but the back of his tail coat to her chest, the tails just barely covering the places no eyes but hers had never met. The liquid white gold poured over her shoulders, some escaping into the collar of the coat, her lips pursed, her eyes half lidded;she called to him and he was ready to give in.
"No." He lay back down fighting the urge to grab himself. "No Hans... no..."
But the image of her kept rolling in his head and the whisper of seduction finally pulled him in. Hans, be my King.
Her breath could almost be felt on his neck as his fingers began trickling over his chest. The pads of his fingers made his skin ripple and excite through his own touch. He mapped out his own chest under his hands; playing with his own nipples, tangling his fingers in his own hair, and whispering sweet nothings to a woman who was far from near. As he shut his eyes, his hands where replaced with her cool touch over every exposed part of his body. At times the hands seemed to separate- his hands running along his abdomen the other tracing the lines of his muscles.
Before long, his crotch was calling for attention. With the image of his night swept lover, his hands began to fall disturbing the pristine line of his waistband. He shivered as his fingers pursued his own body and felt the course. He scratched the skin below the burning mess, a inferno consuming his chest. The first of many happy sighs left his lips as he dragged the fabric of the pajamas over hits thighs, the other pair of hands seeming to help him as the waist band stretched around his muscled calfs.
The whisper returned, maybe his mind maybe his own breath, calling his hands to the center of his crotch.
Hans, take what is yours- Her words melted like sugar on his tongue- take me.
Smiling, He drew in a heavy breath as the tips of his fingers kissed the skin of his member instantly blossoming lust through his body. He taunted himself, biting his lip and playing her image in his mind. With every stroke, the tail coat slid further, covering less of her royal chest and more of her crowned jewels until the garment was gone exposing the perfection he had always dreamed of.
A gentle breeze come from nowhere and gave his skin goosebumps, forcing his thighs into the air. Being able to no longer stand the gentile strokes and the ghost hands gliding over his chest, he took his length in his hand giving himself a tight squeeze.
Quietly at first- hiding his acts from the vacancy of the master bedroom- his voice shook in a low moan. He tugged, gently few times, his other hand accompanying the other phantom pair tracing the spaces around his base.
Her ghost hands wrapped around his shaft, pumping him in a steady rhythm. On his tender chest he could feel her dip and give him sweet kisses that made his skin jump more and drawing a gasp from lungs.
The beat got faster as his toes curled and he moaned. The icy breath brought another gasp from his lips and tightened his hand around his member.
He moaned, finishing the sensual note with her name. Over his body he could feel a warm sweat beginning to to form in a thin glaze. He reached his hands over his head, dragging his fingers across his lips, sliding slowly along the tip of his tongue as his back arched and he hold on to the pillow.
In a swift motion, he flipped the spirit on to her back. She no longer only existed under the shades of his eyes, but in a ghost light she lay beneath him; hair spraying over the silk pillows, body trembling, breaths shaking, arms wrapped around his neck, and the chill of her skin stinging his. Her eyes where the same brilliant blue as they had been before, looking to his filled with lust and love as her faded voice giggled and hands rubbed his chest.
Hans -the voice fell on his ear, sweet and rich, as the spirit pulled him closer- Please, take me.
Dragging a few of the numerous spare pillows beneath him, he began arranging them in an attempt to create the form of his spirit mistress. His knees pushed the pillow together as tight as he could making it a harder surface to rub against- and to push the something physical in her absence. Slowly he started, doubting that the woman of mist and pillows would have the ecstasy of his hand, but his pace grew, the movements of his hips only added to the self induced pleasure.
He bent over the pillows treating them with the gentile contact the woman of his dreams desired; but with the fire emitting from the furnace inside his belly. The image of her bounced and jolted as he thrusted, forcing him deeper with her legs, and pulling his ear to her lips by lacing her fingers deep into his hair while whispering back all his sweet nothings and begging for more. Her lips attempted to silence themselves on his neck; kissing, liking, nipping, and on failing only when she muffled a howl against his skin.
His moans rattled his chest breaking the lonely silence of his royal chambers filling the air with the music of satisfaction. The air around him swirled around him, and it seemed tiny white flakes fell on his skin and melted as they met his boiling skin.
Oh Hans yes! The half voice whispered into his ear as he jammed into the pillow gripping the sheets with white knuckles. She whimpered pressing her chest to his, throwing her head back in satisfaction.
Tension has built up far too great for him to contain pushing him to burst into the pillow as his mouth gaped at the final pleasure. "ELSAAAAHHH!"
But there was no time to enjoy his sticky release as his scream was accompanied by hers; not a scream of deep sexual fulfillment but a scream of shear pain- the scream that rang over the fjord as his blade tore through her flesh.
His chest grew heavy as he collapsed and sunk into the waves of sheets feeling more empty then when he had started. Guilt forced him lower into the abyss as the pillows appeared to be no longer doused in the fluids of making love, but in the life blood of the beautiful Queen who had vanished from beneath him.
Tears welled in his eyes as he threw the pillows from under him, guilt and rage mixing in the once overflowing inferno. He pulled the crumpled sheets over him, drowning his face into the mattress and a the remaining pillows at the head of the bed.
The illusion of snow continued, melting slower now than it had before as it landed on his shoulder blades. The phantom's hands hadn't left his body, rather they pulled him close to a body that wasn't there and ruffled his hair. Opening his eyes his mind played a trick that she lay bare beside him playing his his bangs and holding herself close to his shame glowing body.
The gentile love in her eye made him cry even harder, washing away any anger he had and filling him with remorse. He turned his head to try and shut her out, but her phantom's arms only pulled him closer. The spirit pushed guilt into him as her fingers stroked his skin worth a gentile kiss on his shoulder before resting on his back.
It was frightening how real she seemed- her could feel the chill of her touch, her hair spilling over his shoulders, her breasts plump against his back, and her leg hooking around his.
This could have been real Hans -Her whisper was cool in his ear as he felt the tips of his hair around his ear freeze.
He furled his brow at the sensation and twisted his back finding that a snow was really falling and the translucent snow lover lay on top of him.
If you hadn't been so impatient this could have been real. Her voice, though it seemed she was straining to use it, was just above a whisper. This could have been more than just my way of haunting you- I am still yours. She kissed his ear before fading into the night and taking the snowfall with her.
The only thing that was left was the frost that clung to his hair that slowly melted with her cold whisper. I will always be yours
There may be more, I kinda want to mess with this Elsa Poltergeist.