Kristoff sank into the heat of the hot spring with a sigh. The water washed over his skin and he grunted with pleasure as he stretched his muscles; reaching his arms behind his neck, biceps flexing. The ground in dirt from the day's work began to wash off and leaning into the rocks of the pool he relaxed surrounded & hidden by the thick trees and brush that formed leafy alcoves around the springs, the twilight seeped like purple ink from the shadows under the brush and a few stars glinted through the overhanging leaves. The noise of Sven pushing through the underbrush and munching few pools over drifted through the cool evening air along with the scent of juniper. Kristoff allowed his mind to wander and he found himself thinking of Anna. He tried to force his thoughts elsewhere; the ice deliveries that he needed to line up and schedule before winter hit...anything...he wished it was winter now so that he could work hard enough that all he'd be able to think about was falling into bed exhausted at the end of the day instead of having to battle with thoughts of her. He lectured himself yet again: Princess, Off-limits, Not Yours, Thinking about her only makes it worse.
Despite that he found his manhood tightening with hard need as he pictured her slim waist and thought about his hands sliding up it to cup her full breasts...Damn it! He needed to get this under control! Before he did something regrettable like kiss her...He'd have to leave Arendelle and not come back if he was stupid enough to break the unspoken rules like that.
Just then a small snap and rustle made him whip around and half stand. "Who's there?" He got one leg up onto the bank and reached for his pants trying to scramble some order out of the tangled fabric.
Anna stepped out of the trees with a small grin. He inhaled and half stepped half fell back into the pool with a splash. He tried to cover himself, but perversely his desire rode up further in response to Anna's appearance. He sunk lower in the water to hide himself and adopted what he hoped was a unflustered tone. "Anna, are you ok? Did you need something? What's-why-? How are you?" He flushed and his words trailed off.
Her smile half blinded him and he found his thoughts getting fuzzy as desire filled him. She reached for her cloak clasp and as she slid the dark cloth over her shoulders and perfectly formed collar bones his breath caught; as the creamy tops of her breasts came into view he thought he might explode with desire. It took every bit of self control he possessed to croak, "Anna, stop! I- you, we can't..." His words trailed off as his eyes roamed over her; wanted her, knowing he had to stop her, but ready to die if he didn't get to see the rest of what her cloak was shielding. He cleared his throat and tried again, "You can't be here, with me like this...I'm, I'm not...what I'm trying to say..." He trailed off as she stepped closer and sat at the edge of the spring, inches from his trembling hands. Her cloak pooled around her and the curve of her bare shoulders glowed in the moonlight. Her hair was wound up around her head with a few tendrils brushing her cheekbones and neck, everything in him wanted to reach for her, to work his hands though her glorious auburn hair and pull her to him in a blindingly passionate kiss. Reality stuck him, she was too beautiful, too important for him. His rough hands would probably snag in her hair and he'd never given much thought to developing a kissing repertoire that would send a woman to her knees. The truth was he was a rough woodsman, not used to women, much less a princess and he loved her too much to do anything to compromise her. There were members of the court who frowned on the close friendship of the princess and the back country ice cutter (Icemaster General or no) and whispers that a royal alliance for her little sister should be high on Queen Elsa's to do list.
Remembering all that he opened his mouth to protest again and found her lips pressed to his. Her full sweet lips formed to his own and he groaned, they were in for it now.
He reached for her pulling her up against his muscular chest and as he did her cloak melted away leaving her bare breasts to press against him, with her thighs around his waist and her arms around his neck Kristoff was lost to the world It was only when he found his lips trailing down her shoulder, His hand fondling her full breast and his throbbing cock pressed against her belly that he was recalled to the forbidden nature of this embrace.
As he recoiled, horrified at his weakness and what he'd been about to do, Anna reached for him and said, "Kristoff, why are you pulling away? I know that you care about me, and it's clear that I love you, why are you stopping?" Her large dark eyes were filled with desire & confusion.
"Anna, you..." he cleared his throat and hoarsely continued, "you're the princess of Arendelle. There are important plans for you, you're meant to marry a prince and make an alliance and have castles and servants at your disposal. I don't fit into that, and I don't want to take away the future that belongs to you. You were meant for more than an ice cutter with a fondness for reindeer."
She laughed then, threw her head back and giggled with abandon and joy. "Kristoff, are you mad? Do you think any of that matters to me? Do you think I could ever want anything more than I want to be with you? To have you hold me and know that I belong with you is everything I want." She slipped into the water next to him and tipped her face up to look into his eyes, she reached a hand up and slid it through his thick blond hair and pulled her body close to his. She whispered into his chest, "I am more in love with you every moment; thinking about you going away makes my heart crack, don't do that to me. I can't be without you, you're part of me Kristoff."
His heart throbbed and his arms wrapped around her slim waist. As he pulled her close, he couldn't focus on anything but her in this moment while every guard he'd built up, every sign post and wall he'd enforced telling himself to keep his distance, to not care, cracked and crumbled.
His knees were weak with desire and as he kissed her with every built up particle of passion they sank back into the steaming heat of the pool. She straddled his legs and as he pulled her close to bury his face in her gorgeous breasts he wondered if you could die of happiness. His hard cock throbbed and he found his lips around her nipple, her back arched and she whimpered with pleasure as he suckled her. Her hips involuntarily thrust and her hair tumbled out of its braids as he grasped her hips and rocked her against his hard manhood. The head of his cock was swollen and aching to sink into her wet warm body, but he held himself back trying not to show how much he needed the release. She sensed his need and resting her hands on his broad shoulders she lifted herself pressing her breasts into his face. The soft down of her flower brushed his cock provoking an involuntary growl from him and as she straddled him just touching the swollen head of his manhood, he made one last attempt at self control and gasped, "Anna!" too late though as the silky hot folds of her womanhood glided onto his tip. There was no thought left in his mind but what her body was doing to his, He half bucked, but stilled himself as she whimpered. "No, it's not bad, I want you." She breathed into his ear. Slowly, agonizingly slowly she slid down his thick length and he groaned. His body took over and he swung her around so her curving form was under his, resting against the grassy bank and began thrusting into her. She arched her back and whispered his name over and over in a rising crescendo. His balls tightened as he thrust and her whispers became moans of pleasure. His cock was so hard and the need to pound into her and empty himself became overwhelming. Not that, some rational part of his mind cautioned and Kristoff tried to pull back but she reached for his face and wrapped her legs around his hips and arched herself into him. There was no going back and he roared as he felt his climax overwhelming him.