SO: This is the smutty chapter. This is the BAD ending. If you want the GOOD ending, you want the next chapter, which I'll write soon. This chapter contains SMUT!

CONTENT WARNING: honestly, it's not really that bad. There's fellatio and PIV. No fetishes or uncommon stuff. As always, it's enthusiastically consensual. There's also a tiny bit of violence, but it's nothing that couldn't be in a PG movie.

This is probably obvious, but everyone in this chapter will be wildly OOC. Except Prince Sheisskopf. He's the same dick as always.

SMUT AHEAD! SMUTTY SMUT SMUT.


Word spread quickly about the duel. Mostly because Prince Sheisskopf told everyone in the castle that he was about to best Princess Anna in a duel and then bed the willing queen. When the trio met in the throne room at high noon, the court chambers were filled with servants and courtiers, murmuring and discussing the upcoming show.

"The challenged shall name the weapon," Elsa announced from her position on the throne.

"No weapons. Bare hands," Prince Sheisskopf said.

"Let it be known that the winner of the duel claims the hand of the willing maiden, Elsa Arnadalr," Elsa said. "The participants will state their acceptance."

"I accept," Anna said.

"I accept," Prince Sheisskopf said. He grinned, turning to Anna. More quietly, he added, "When I win, I shall send you to a Sheisskopfer brothel for the rest of your days."

"AGH!"

Anna shrieked and threw herself at Prince Sheisskopf. He sidestepped, sticking out a leg and tripping her. She fell headlong on the floor, gathering herself up on her hands and knees to attack again. She ran at him, balled-up fists at the ready. He caught her arms easily and shoved her back. She toppled backwards and her head cracked against the floor, stunning her. Prince Sheisskopf strode alongside her and placed his boot lightly on her neck. He pressed down slowly, and Anna started to thrash as she clawed vainly at the boot. Her struggles weakened, and her eyes started to roll up.

"I claim victory," Prince Sheisskopf said. "For duels are not to be to the death."

"Granted," Queen Elsa said. "Victory is yours. You may release your opponent."

Prince Sheisskopf lifted his foot. Anna half sat up, coughing and grasping at her throat. She looked around in confusion, first at the gaping audience, and then up at the smirking prince. Realization and then horror dawned on her face.

Prince Sheisskopf smirked down at her, and then looked up to see Elsa walking toward him. There was a coquettish smile on her face. He heard the surprised murmurs of the audience, but he had known it would be this way. Of course the queen had wanted this. She just had to keep up appearances.

Elsa fell to her knees in front of the prince, smiling warmly up at him. She reached out a hand and tugged at his pants. They slid down, revealing what she wanted. She sighed contentedly as she looked at his member. She leaned her head forward, nuzzling it softly. She turned to address the audience, her cheek still resting on him.

"As agreed, I now belong to Prince Sheisskopf, King of Arendelle," she said. "Long live the king."

"No," Anna whispered brokenly. Her eyes filled with tears of dismay and horror as she saw the joy on Elsa's face.

Elsa turned her head back, smiling again at the sight. She rested her hands on his hips, hooking her thumbs against his thighs. She kissed his cock tenderly, then giggled. She kissed it again, more passionately, and she slid a hand down to caress it. She ran her finger up and down it, kissing it every few seconds. The tip of her tongue poked out of her mouth as she licked its length.

She cupped her hand under Prince Sheisskopf's manhood, opening her mouth and guiding it in. Her cheeks moved as she sucked, her tongue swelling and relaxing in time with her lips. Prince Sheisskopf brought his hand behind her head and pushed her in, emphasizing his ownership. Elsa made a soft exclamation of mingled surprise and pleasure. She brought her own hands up, pulling at his back in her urge to bring him closer. She clung to him, shuddering when he started to rock into her. Moments later, he gave a firmer thrust, and Elsa relaxed against him, her throat bobbing as she swallowed.

Across the throne room, the audience watched. Stunned silence reigned, and then it was broken by a single man cheering. It spread through the crowd, until all the onlookers were excitedly praising their new king's virility. Only Anna stayed silent, frozen on her knees in despair.

After his climax, Prince Sheisskopf took Elsa by the shoulder and drew her up, leaning her back and settling her on the floor. He slid her dress up, revealing her lack of undergarments. He mounted her, spreading her legs apart and slipping a hand over her breast. She bent her legs up excitedly, wrapping them around his back. At the first thrust, she threw back her head, sucking in breath and grinning. Pain filled Anna's heart when she saw it was a bigger smile than she'd ever seen from her sister. Prince Sheisskopf rocked back and forth on top of her. Her panting gave away to giggles, and then to frantic, breathless squeaks. Her fingers, hooked into claws, dug into the back of his coat. Her back arched and her neck stretched as she tensed. Her mouth opened wide, twitched, and curled into a smile. Her legs started to jerk and she let out a drawn-out wail that sharpened into a shattering, animalistic shriek.

Afterwards, Elsa lay under the prince, slack-limbed and breathing heavily. Her drunken grin and glassy eyes betrayed the fact that there wasn't a thought in her head. She smiled stupidly at Prince Sheisskopf, who adjusted her dress to cover her as he stood. He strode across the room and settled himself in his new throne. Elsa got to her hands and knees, crawling after him, and then got unsteadily to her feet. She swayed from side to side as she approached him.

"Guards, remove Anna from my throne room. She will be sent to my kingdom for employment in the brothels," Prince Sheisskopf ordered. As Anna was dragged out, a guard on either arm, she took her last look at Elsa. Her sister was kneeling between the prince's legs, head resting on his crotch and one hand gripping his thigh. The door closed between them, blocking off her view, and all she could hear was the audience's cheers.