Forgive me Father for I have sinned…8,000 words of sin.
Disclaimer: I don't own Frozen.
Anna quickly learned that Elsa's…urges were sudden and unpredictable.
They did have some warning signs, though they appeared so suddenly that Anna had to address them right then and there lest she risk losing her fiancé to the beast within her. Elsa's instincts overtook her with the same brutal speed of a rattlesnake's bite, its powerful influence polluting her mind with a venom guaranteeing a kill if it wasn't immediately treated.
Fortunately, Elsa's instincts urged her to need Anna's attention so often that it took Anna only a few days to memorize its symptoms—the heavy breathing, the restless fidgeting, the black lust dilating arctic eyes into glazed saucers, the way Elsa brushed against her in desperate attempts to touch at least some part of her skin…
Teasing the poor blonde was almost too much fun. Almost.
Anna excused herself and stood from the dining table. A smirk tugged her lip as she laid a hand on Elsa's tense shoulder.
Elsa jumped under the gentle touch like it was a hot poker. Her chair violently scratched the floor, and her white-knuckled grip dug her nails into her thigh. She was trying exceptionally hard not to tackle Anna in front of the castle's staff, but her efforts couldn't stop a few curious heads from looking in her direction.
Anna's smirk split into a smile.
It seemed like it was past time for their game to begin.
She whispered in the blonde's ear, almost laughing when Elsa stopped breathing.
"Catch me."
Now, was teasing a powerful shape-shifter when she had little to no control over herself a good idea? Probably not.
Did it make it easier to deal with her situation? In a way, yes.
Letting her beast come out and have its way sated its massive hunger, forcing it into a state of rest and recovery. It never stayed tame for long, but at least it allowed Elsa a few hours of freedom to control her own thoughts without constantly wrestling with its influence.
It was practical.
…But Anna would never admit that it was also fun.
Library. Should be safe in the library, Anna thought as she bolted the doors. She knew her scent would give her away like a highlighted route, but that didn't mean she was going to pass up a chance to at least try dragging out the chase for a while longer.
Judging by her not-so-sneaky glances and constantly shifting legs, Elsa should be weaving together some excuse to ditch the dining hall and hunt her trail any minute now.
Okay. Library. Three floors up and on the opposite end of the castle.
The last shades of pink and orange sunlight were long since lapped up by the night sky. Anna picked up the lone candle dimly burning on the library's long table and, careful of the hot wax, lit a few wall sconces to shed some light in the otherwise black room.
I'll give her…two—four minutes? No, probably three. Yeah. Three sounds good.
Anna tried to will away the excitement pooling in her belly. Her bare feet fidgeted over the ancient hardwood floors.
Did I lock the door? She looked at it and bit her lip. Yes—no. I did lock it. I distinctly remember locking it. Of course, I did. Okay. Yes. Right.
She took a deep breath. "Calm down, Anna. She probably hasn't even started looking yet. It's only been like, what, a minute? It's not like she can—"
Anna yelped when a warm body pressed against her back. Pale arms snugly wound around her waist, pulling her against a familiar chest.
"Hmmmm…," purred a voice, low and smooth. It caressed Anna's senses like a winter breeze and sent a shiver down her spine. A cool hand snuck into her blouse and ran along her side in a ghost-like touch, making the muscles there jump and flex, while another hand wound over her hip and dipped into her skirt to grope the soft flesh of her inner thigh. The princess sucked in a shaky breath, and a fanged smirk pressed against her shoulder. "…What can't I do?"
Me. Do me. Please, for the love of the gods and all things holy—
"E-Elsa," Anna gasped. Elsa cupped Anna's breast, her thumb lazily circling her nipple. Anna cursed the shudder that ran through her body and reverberated against the shape-shifter's.
Heat swelled in Elsa's chest and blossomed through her body like ink dripped into a pool of water. It stoked the embers in her lower belly and curled at the ends of her limbs, dying her thoughts a fuzzy haze until her mind was heavy with content. She had won her hunt.
Elsa savored her mate's squirms. The shape-shifter's tight grip overpowered Anna's struggles with ease, firmly caging her. Anna whined when she couldn't move her arms and struggled all the harder. Elsa silenced her with a sharp bite and growled against her throat to demand her submission. Anna was caught, and Elsa made sure to press harder until Anna whimpered so her mate knew that she had her, now, and she wasn't letting her go.
Elsa was a predator, after all, built with the sleek muscles and powerful instincts to keep her prey trapped in her claws.
Elsa dragged her lips across Anna's jawline, letting one of her canines nick the vulnerable expanse of skin connecting Anna's jaw to her throat. The scent of their escapade a few hours ago rolled over her tongue. It had begun to grow stale, but it swelled with the potent smell of Anna's renewed arousal.
The Voice, which has been plaguing Elsa's self-control and had thrashed and howled like a rabid dog when she let Anna leave the dining hall (She's yours. Take her. Move. Move. MOVE. TAKE HER—), waited a long minute before it pulled its claws out of her consciousness, allowing some of her thoughts to become her own again. The chase was over. She had her prize. It sunk into her chest and curled into a satisfied ball, laying tauntingly at the threshold of its cage. Its retreat felt more like a panther rolling its shoulders into a comfortable crouch.
(Move.)
Elsa nuzzled the soft spot behind Anna's ear. The shape-shifter's scent, which enveloped Anna like a cloak and dominated even the stench of that scrawny Lambert man who had dared to kiss Anna's hand that afternoon, made The Voice growl low in approval.
(Yours.)
Mine.
Elsa tasted salt on her tongue before she recognized the soft dip of flesh between Anna's throat and shoulder. She slowly dragged her nails up her abdomen, drawing choked breaths and shuddered gasps in their wake. Anna wound up like a spring as Elsa climbed towards her chest. The sharp noise she made when Elsa reached the valley of her breasts broke into a pleading moan when she took a nipple between her thumb and forefinger.
Anna squirmed uselessly to relieve at least some of the tension overloading her. Everything was too hot and too close, and Elsa was so damn warm. Her back arched vainly, only pressing her closer to the woman behind her. Her head hit Elsa's shoulder. The shape-shifter immediately took her exposed throat as an invitation to explore it.
Anna's voice hit Elsa's ears, but she missed its meaning.
"Yes?" Elsa mumbled as she kissed her pulse, her voice laced with the beginnings of a growl. Anna almost stumbled over the simple word. Elsa noticed the effect that made her legs suddenly shaky, and her smirking purr was almost mocking, making Anna's lower stomach tense into a boiling knot.
"H-How did you—?"
"Window, love."
…Oh.
Anna struggled for a second longer before she gave in and relaxed into her fiancé's unnaturally warm chest, slumping defeatedly. She was hoping to make their game of chase last for a little longer, but she'd lost. She was caught. Elsa's taller frame easily blanketed her, and the blonde purred her appreciation at the flush contact.
"S-So…" Anna swallowed hard, struggling to muster some control over her body. Elsa's insistent attacks made it a useless endeavor, especially when the hand at Anna's inner thigh crept up. It teased Anna's heat through her under-clothes and made her thighs quiver longingly until Elsa's grip was the only thing keeping her standing. "I t-take it you…want something pretty…ahhh…p-pretty important if you c-climbed up a three-story window. Now—ah, fuck, Elsa—" Anna bit her lip when Elsa cupped her sex. She cleared her throat, determined to finish speaking. "N…N-Now, whatever could that…b-be…" Anna rolled her hips into the shape-shifter, and a long, firm, hot hardness pressed against her rear.
Elsa seized up and choked on her next breath. She buried her face in Anna's shoulder, a strangled moan keening long and loudly from her throat. Elsa's hips instinctively humped the swell of her mate's ass, and waves of heat flashed through Anna's core when her fiancé's thick shaft molded against her.
Anna smirked, panting and only partly grateful Elsa relented her assaults. "Ah, there it is."
"Anna…" Elsa said through gritted teeth. Her voice was dangerously low. "Now." She paused before adding in a hissed afterthought, "…Please."
Anna was playing with fire. She knew she should be scared of having Elsa balancing so precariously on her self-control, but Anna was helpless to ignore the way Elsa's tone tugged her arousal and made her inner muscles shiver.
Anna licked her lips. "A-Alright, Elsa. You caught me."
Elsa's smirk split her face from ear to ear, her pointed canines peeking over her teeth in a gleeful smile Anna couldn't see.
Anna felt more than she heard Elsa's growl. Any higher thought was impossible with the thick bass of the predatory sound trembling the marrow in Anna's bones and making some primal part of her shrink under the ambient thunder of a beast on the hunt.
Anna swallowed thickly. She didn't feel Elsa holding her chin until the shape-shifter nudged it to look over her shoulder, giving the perfect angle for Elsa to take her lips in a deep kiss. Slight pressure on Anna's jaw told her to tilt her head up, and Elsa rewarded her easy obedience by sucking her lower lip between her sharp canines and delving into an even deeper kiss that buckled Anna's knees.
The feeling of Elsa yanking her skirt plummeted Anna back to her senses. She slipped out of Elsa's arms just in time to save her skirt's buttons from being torn off.
It took her a few seconds to realize exactly how bad of a decision that was.
…Oh no.
She could barely see in the library even with the few candle sconces she lit, but it was enough to see Elsa tremble with quickly mounting rage as she straightened to her full height, thick shadows hugging her frame like a cloak. Eyes as blue as ice and just as cold glowed ominously and reflected the dim light as they glared at her.
A flash of red made Anna's heart sink like a stone.
Elsa bared her teeth and snarled.
"Anna…"
It was a warning—the only and likely the last.
Anna swallowed thickly. "Umm…j-just wait a second, okay?" Shit, shit, shit, shit, shiiiiit. "I promise. Just—No. No." She jumped back when Elsa made a more forceful grab at her skirt.
Surprisingly, she stopped when Anna held up her hands.
Elsa exhaled a seething breath. "Now."
"One second, I swear!" Anna said as she quickly—very quickly—worked the buttons on her skirt. "It's just that you've ripped two of my favorite dresses beyond repair, and I really like this color."
Elsa gritted her teeth and dug her nails into her palms to focus on anything other than the fact that Anna was right in front of her and not with her. It did nothing to stop The Voice from lashing about her mind in a frothing fit and keeping her from thinking about little else other than the need to claim and fuck and mate. Her chest ached with the burning need to move.
(Move. MOVE. She's YOURS. MOVE.)
The soft grunts Anna made as she slid out of the fabric were enough to make Elsa dizzy with dirty thoughts. She whimpered when she stepped out of her skirt, revealing the long, toned legs beneath—
Anna knew her clothes were a lost cause when Elsa stalked towards her.
She tried to keep Elsa in the corner of her eye while she undressed, but the momentary blindness of taking off her underslips over her head—leaving her nude—made her all the more startled when she found Elsa a mere arms-length away. She instinctively back-pedaled, stepping out of the last of her clothes, to put some space between them.
"Elsa…?" Anna asked, unsure if Elsa was really there anymore. Arctic blue pierced hungrily into teal. Each backward step Anna took was matched by Elsa taking a step forwards. Her movements were as graceful and balanced as a cat stalking its quarry through tall grass, her body tensed in a hunting crouch prepared to pounce.
Anna practically jumped out of her skin when her shoulders met the cold wood ornating the edge of one of the large bookcases. Arms planting themselves beside her head and a body considerably larger than her own surrounding her in a challenging pose made any thought of further escape shrivel like a weed sprout in the summer's sun. The distance between them was barely large enough to be called distance, yet Elsa held back, leaving the gap yawning between them.
The tense exhales from Elsa's flaring nostrils filled the sudden silence suffocating the library.
Anna suddenly felt very, very small.
The princess swallowed thickly, noting the way Elsa's eyes locked onto the bobbing muscle and how her undulating growl suddenly rose an octave.
"Elsa?" she asked again in a pitifully small voice.
The head of height difference made Elsa look all too much like a hawk when she tilted her head down, the arms by Anna's head feeling like talons ready to spring around her and sink into her flesh as mercilessly as Elsa was glaring at her.
"Now."
It was said like a statement—a demand that dominated Anna's senses and made her shiver against her will—, but the look in those clear blue pools spoke only of a question. She could barely see it through the lust consuming Elsa's eyes and making her striking blue irises flare wildly. The thrill slipped another warm jolt between Anna's legs.
Elsa's asking permission.
An immediate 'yes—gods, yes' stuck in the back of Anna's throat for an unnecessarily long second. She watched Elsa squirm, feeling the heat of her tense exhales fan her exposed chest.
Anna's confidence crawled back to her.
The temptation to tease just a bit more—to tango that much closer to danger—was too hard to resist. The control over her powerful, magical lover filled some part of Anna that she hadn't known was empty.
Anna traced her hand up Elsa's arm to her bare shoulder. Her soft fingertips dipped between the folds of Elsa's sleeveless tunic to run across the vulnerable expanse of her collarbone before gliding towards her throat. Anna watched a muscle jump in Elsa's jaw, the quiet growl accompanying it making Anna's stomach flip in heated excitement.
"Well, since you asked so nicely…" She gently scratched the soft curls on Elsa's nape.
"Yes."
Anna had barely finished speaking when Elsa pounced, shoving her body flush against her own and pinning her against the bookcase. Her supernatural strength and desperate need to be with her mate accidentally gave the princess whip-lash. Teeth clanked painfully, but that didn't stop Elsa from re-exploring every corner of Anna's hot mouth.
Cool hands trailed up Anna's neck and down her back, the texture of her freckled skin a taste all of its own against Elsa's palms. They eventually found her rear and cupped its firm flesh.
Elsa molded her hips against Anna's in time with her heavy grinding, pressing her groin against her stomach to make sure she could feel her painfully hard need. The Voice happily growled when Anna whimpered against her.
Their lips separated long enough to breathe hotly before diving together again. Anna moaned into Elsa's mouth when her hands trailed up her torso to knead her breasts.
Anna scowled when she rolled her hips and felt brittle cloth instead of hot flesh. She made quick work of the tie on Elsa's pants and undershorts. They slid to the ground, and Anna hummed when she found the toned body beneath.
The length between Elsa's legs stood at full mast, its weeping head gliding over Anna's abdomen. Anna's attempts to stop the moans clawing up her throat as Elsa pressed it against her in a quiet promise of what was to come were useless. It was almost embarrassing how quickly Elsa was able to make her pant and keen like a desperate bitch in heat. The insistent throb in her clit pulsed and a slippery warmth slid down her trembling thighs.
Anna grabbed the bottom of Elsa's tunic and slowly began tugging it off, but Elsa abruptly stopped her by grabbing her wrists and shoving them against the wall, pinning them beside Anna's head in a merciless grip. Elsa broke their kiss and ducked her head to growl a warning against Anna's neck before letting her lips roam her exposed chest.
"Els—ahhhhhhh," Anna keened, the taller woman's leg pressing hard at the apex between her thighs. She thrusted her hips, her arousal coating the pale flesh in a slick film. One of Elsa's canines scratched her collarbone.
"E-Elsa…" She yanked her wrists, but Elsa didn't budge. "…t-t…tunic…Els—"
Anna yelped when Elsa's grip tightened, holding her wrists like a vice. An ear-numbing growl froze her muscles against her bones, and the shape-shifter pressed her almost painfully into the bookcase. She gasped a sharp cry when Elsa seized her shoulder in a swift, brutal bite. She immediately froze, only able to suppress another cry of pain because the bite paled in comparison to the one Elsa gave her in the cabin.
The taste of blood on her tongue thrusted Elsa out of the void and back to the present. The Voice was screaming, howling, and she almost let herself be taken back into blank space just to escape the furious, deafening chorus.
(Your mate. YOURS. Show her. Show her. Claim—)
…Anna?
She could smell fear. She could taste it. It was sour and potent and just as overwhelming as the copper in her mouth.
Anna.
Elsa grounded herself on that scent and dragged herself out of her cage. The Voice held her in an invisible hand that only let her peek between its fingers, and she was desperately trying to stop it from swallowing her into empty blackness.
There was no escaping it, only appeasing it. It was always behind her, hiding in a thick red fog—always watching, always talking—
She let her thoughts run their course and thrash her consciousness, waiting out the torrent of vicious cries as if she were waiting out a toddler having a tantrum.
(Yours. YOURS—)
Mine. Mine, I know, mine.
It took several minutes, but the Voice slowly quieted to the loud simmer it was before. Elsa found the control to make her limbs move and released the bruising hold on her mate's shoulder, unintentionally giving her wrists a tight squeeze. The yelp the pressure pulled from Anna's throat ran a cold claw of guilt down Elsa's back.
Anna almost couldn't stay still. Her impatient anxiety and short attention span made standing still feel as unbearable as standing on hot coals, but she knew it was safest to wait for Elsa to come to her senses again.
"Elsa…?"
When Elsa did nothing—good or bad—Anna chanced to move. She arched into her fiancé, barely pressing against the firm pin Elsa had her in, just enough to show her she was inviting and not challenging. Elsa's immediate reaction was a hiss-like snarl, but it quickly died. The tension in her body slowly melted away—at least, enough away to give her some control over herself again.
She purred, nuzzling Anna's exposed throat and smearing kisses over the shallow bite wound in apology.
When Elsa finally leaned back, panting and scowling, Anna noted the dark almost sapphire color her irises had become, a mid-way point—a compromise—between her and her instincts. The change didn't scare her anymore, though. It was sometimes hard to tell how much control Elsa had over herself, but she had grown to accept it—to manage it.
Elsa shook her head and blinked several times. "Sorry…you…hurt?" she managed to say. Her grip didn't loosen.
"No, no, I'm fine, Elsa. I'm fine. It's just…your tunic. 'S not fair."
Elsa grunted her reply but made no move to do anything about it. Anna saw her shoulders sag fractionally.
"Are you okay, Elsa?"
Elsa closed her eyes and took a deep breath before pressing her forehead against Anna's shoulder.
"You're…You're pushing it, Anna," Elsa gruffly said. Anna relaxed slightly when her grip loosened, little as it was. "This…game…is dangerous enough…as it is."
Anna huffed, the sense of imminent danger feeling like it was clearing into the eye of the storm. "Dangerous? Nooo. It's fun more than anything, honestly."
"Anna…," Elsa bemoaned into the crook of her neck, frustrated that her fiancé wasn't taking this seriously. "I mean it."
"I mean it, too. You know this helps. It lets you go for longer periods of time without me because it tires out the…you know. The thing. Your instincts."
"I'm starting to think that…that it might not be worth it….I…I hurt you when I'm like this…I don't want to hurt you."
"Oh, please. Do you want a repeat of Tuesday?"
Anna could practically feel Elsa blush. She couldn't resist a giggle at the blonde's expense even if it earned her a half-serious snarl and a tightened grip around her wrists. In Elsa's defense, Tuesday's meeting had gone on for nearly twice as long as Anna had promised, and she had forgotten to lock their bedroom door before she left to keep Elsa from 'accidentally' slipping out.
"Anna…"
It sounded like a warning, a threat heavily loaded with the promise to follow through.
"Though, I suppose we could cut the games if you really want to." Anna's voice was taunting and laden with just enough over-confidence and condensation to make Elsa visibly tense, corded muscle straining against pale skin.
"Anna—"
"I mean, I would still have to schedule my meetings somehow. I have a lot of audiences with a lot of important people. But I'm sure the Duke of Lambert would be more than happy to let me entertain him with a short, private audience—"
"No."
Elsa drew her head back. Her canines dimly gleamed when she bared her teeth in a deep snarl. Her sapphire eyes were just a shade darker, teetering on red-hued amethyst.
"You are my mate. Not his. Mine." Elsa's cheek roughly brushed Anna's as she pressed their bodies as flush together as humanly possible, flattening Anna against the bookcase. Anna gasped when pointed teeth dug into the soft tissue of her ear, a warm tongue rolling over the hard cartilage.
Elsa released her wrists. One hand palming Anna's breast in an almost painful grip that made Anna flinch and arch off the bookcase even though the firm press of Elsa's body dominated her escape routes and kept her firmly in place.
"This is mine."
Her other hand wound around the small of her back and grabbed her ass.
"This is mine."
A cold shiver corrupted Anna's nerves when thick, hot, hard flesh slid between her legs. A brutally hard thrust slid it through the abundant wetness between her cunt's folds and roughly pressed it against her clit.
"This is mine."
Anna could hardly find meaning behind Elsa's words. Her thighs desperately clamped together, arousal cutting cold into her core until her lower belly was a boiled-over mess of unsatisfied heat.
The hand on her breast grabbed her chin and forced her to look Elsa in the eye while the other tightly circled her waist with the strength and unyielding grip of a chain.
"I am your mate. Yours. And you are mine." Anna involuntarily shuddered when Elsa's low voice scraped against her ears. It was dark and husky, affected, made all the more sinister and contorted the more she idly thrusted against her cunt.
"M-Mine…y…yours," Anna whimpered. She felt herself clench desperately, the pressure and yearning emptiness between her legs killing every other plea she wanted to voice to get Elsa to just do something. She clawed at Elsa's tunic, wanting to feel more of her.
Elsa hooked her elbow under one of Anna's thighs, lifting it up and partially supporting her weight. Anna gasped when cool air kissed her overheated sex, though it was quickly covered by the firm pressure of Elsa's cock. Elsa ground against her mate in hard, rhythmic thrusts, pressing Anna into the bookcase and rocking their groins so hard together that Anna felt like she was bruising her pubic bone.
"You are my mate…," Elsa released her chin and fisted a handful of hair at the base of Anna's neck, forcing her head back, "…and I am going to take you as my mate."
Anna couldn't even think of a response before Elsa pulled her forward and crashed their lips together. There was nothing kind in the kiss. It wasn't like the touches they usually shared—it was hard and commanding, full lips forcing hers open and dominating her like it was a battle to be won. It was less like the touch of lovemaking and more like the grip of hard fucking.
"Elsaaah—" Anna tried to speak through the breathy pauses in their mind-numbing kiss. But, between the wet sounds and low grunts following each leisurely rock of Elsa's hips and the slide of her thrusts between Anna's swollen folds—Elsa's cock hot and firm and thick and fucking teasing the gaping emptiness where Anna needed her fiancé most—made it was hard for Anna to think. "But…B-but—"
Elsa bit her lip and yanked her hair. Her nails left her scalp and scraped down her back, leaving crimson streaks in their wake. Anna hissed at the painful sting.
Elsa spat her words in a snarl that sounded like an abused mirror of her normal voice. "What?"
"T-T…" Elsa ground ruthlessly against her clit. "T…Tunic—"
Elsa released her leg, the hard press of her body keeping Anna from collapsing into a melted heap. She practically tore off her tunic and chest wrapping, too lost in her lusty haze to care about them. Anna couldn't even get a second to appreciate her fiancé's body before Elsa was pressing against her and claiming her lips in another kiss, though now she could find some relief in the way their bare bodies slid against each other.
They broke from their kiss, lips numb and fuzzy and bruised with each other's taste. Anna gasped when her lover's cock pressed against her wet slit, warm and hard and slick with pre-cum. Elsa thrusted her hips, coating her member in her mate's arousal.
"Ughn…" Elsa choked, leaning their foreheads together. She thrusted again, her stuttered moan mingling with Anna's hot breath.
The cool gloss of the wooden bookcase suddenly left Anna's back. She found herself instead pressed against the abused surface of the thick oak long-table. Elsa loomed over her, and Anna blushed when she saw herself so bluntly exposed, her legs lifted at her thighs and held open by Elsa standing between them.
Elsa pressed close to her, intending to kiss her but pausing when the thick wetness between her legs slid against her groin. She abruptly pulled away, and Anna whined at the loss of her warm body.
Elsa's face split into a fanged smirk. Her mate was wet—abundantly wet— for her. The shape-shifter's chest swelled while a new heat slipped into her veins.
Her mocking chuckle made her mate's lust-glassy eyes fade under a whisper of concern, and she reveled in the way her mate curled her hands to her chest in a futile attempt to make herself look smaller when she rested her weight over her.
"So wet for me…begging for me…" Her ears twitched when Anna audibly gulped, and she nipped her bobbing throat.
Elsa held up one of Anna's thighs in the crook of her elbow while the other cupped her hot sex. Anna mewled pitifully and squirmed under her. She rocked into Elsa's palm, trying to coax her into applying more pressure because dammit Anna was on the edge and if she didn't get off soon she would lose her mind. Elsa smirked and growled her approval at the needy action.
Anna tensed when Elsa's fingers finally delved deeper. They circled her outer lips, rubbing and pushing and fucking teasing so Elsa could watch her face screw up in a million different ways.
"F-For fuck's sake, Elsa, just—"
Anna choked when Elsa roughly pressed her firm bud of nerves. Her mouth hung open, and the back of her head hit the table, her body arching like a tightly strung bow.
Elsa savored her muted cry, watching her mate squirm and mewl while she kept her clit trapped under her thumb. When it seemed like Anna was starting to calm, Elsa moved barely a few millimeters, earning a needy twitch from Anna's trapped sex and breathless gasps from the redhead while she frantically clawed the table.
Elsa finally let up the pressure on her clit, her hand slick with Anna's arousal. The princess whined and muttered what must have been words.
Anna scowled at the loss of her hand. She was close, and she needed her now. She canted her hips, offering her swollen cunt with a pleading whimper and arching her back off the table.
Elsa growled and shoved her back, a hand on her sternum firmly pinning her. She bared her teeth when Anna glared at her and dared to try taking off her hand. She pressed just a little bit harder—until Anna's face contorted in the barest amount of discomfort—to remind her which one of them was in control.
"Don't. Move." Her entire being shook with the effort of resisting the instinct to just take her and lay her claim right then. A hissing growl gritted between her teeth when she eventually withdrew her hand. Anna's begging eyes and clear invitation nearly broke her resolve.
But her mate does not and will not tell her when to take and claim her.
Elsa's words cut into Anna's belly and made her clit throb. She bit her lip and tried to keep herself quiet while teal and blue held each other on the same wavelength.
Elsa finally moved, leaning over her and planting her palms on the table beside her shoulders. Anna tilted her head to expose her throat submissively, and she heard Elsa's purr of approval before she felt her fingers trailing along her side, light and teasing and commanding her body to jump into her touch. They skimmed almost dismissively over her collarbone, and Anna whined when her sex began to ache. She tried to squeeze her legs together, but Elsa's hips kept them firmly apart.
Elsa smirked, her pleased purr thrumming in her own ears. Her hand trailed down her mate's toned stomach and traced the sensitive strip of skin connecting her inner thighs to her hips. It met the wet, warm slick of her cunt, its blushing shades of pink and red inviting her.
She pushed two fingers between Anna's pouting folds, and a breathless string of moans burst from between Anna's lips, tangles of protests and pleas. Elsa slid forward with only a little difficulty as Anna's tight muscles fluttered around her digits to accommodate the intrusion. Elsa's whole body shivered when she felt her inner muscles trying to pull her deeper.
Anna's eyes widened when Elsa curled a hook within her, wrapping into that spot that had her seeing white. She desperately chewed the inside of her cheek to stifle her scream, but the curling didn't stop. She could vaguely hear Elsa's low, throaty chuckle when she desperately squirmed against her.
The fingers inside her started pumping, setting a brutally fast pace. Anna shuddered and felt herself clench around them while the growing static in her lower belly quickened her breathing and made a light sheen of sweat coat her skin. The forceful thrusts soon had her trying to lift her hips to find the angle that would finally send her over, but Elsa kept her firmly pinned.
"Elsa…please, please…," she gasped desperately, helplessly. "I—gods, Elsa…"
Elsa snarled, the breathless beg making her ears hum and her core fill with heat. She pumped harder in a desperate attempt to hear that plea again.
Anna couldn't take it. It was all too much. The heavy pounding on her front wall, the balling heat in her belly, the fluttering of her inner muscles that wouldn't stop—
She came with a loud cry, squirming and gasping as Elsa kept pumping.
"E—F-Fuck, Elsa!"
Elsa purred when her name poured out of her mate's mouth. She watched in fascination as the toned muscles of her abdomen jumped and writhed while they anchored around her fingers. It was beautiful, Anna squirming beneath her sweaty and moaning and bathed in the dim candlelight of the dark library.
She finally relented, letting her panting mate fall slack and sweaty against the table. Her fiery hair pooled around her while the lone streak of white stuck to her cheek in a frizzy clump.
Elsa withdrew, and a soft whine cracked up Anna's throat when the aching emptiness settled over her again. Some primal part of her howled at the loss.
She glanced at Elsa's cock, finding it wrapped in her palm while she slowly stroked herself. Its broad, blushing head bobbed after every pump, shiny with pre-cum and her own wetness. Anna felt herself involuntarily clench and pulse.
She shifted, rolling her hips against her pumping fist. "El—"
Anna stifled a wheeze when Elsa roughly flipped her. Dust and varnish wafted from the table's thick boards to mix with the salty sweat dribbling over her lip. She felt the edge of the table pressing against the strip of skin resting right above the soft curls of her sex.
Elsa's breath was warm against the back of her neck when she leaned over her, her weight easily pinning her. The steely grip of her hand following her breath's wake pulsed cold panic to the ends of Anna's nerves and made her hair stand on end. She squirmed and wheezed when Elsa pushed down, baring her throat against the table.
"Don't. Move."
Anna couldn't get the breath necessary to answer let alone the peace of mind to remain still. Nails curling against the sensitive nerves at the base of her throat forced her shoulders to her ears and her body to still.
A shiver raced down her spine and drew out a whimper. Her chest filled with pins and needles.
Elsa watched the girl beneath her writhe and grow still. She slowly released her, growling a warning. The whimpered reply sent a needy throb down the length of her cock, and she wasted no time in mounting the swell of Anna's ass.
Pale hands made Anna shiver as they ran up her sides and ghosted over her back. They admired the shapely seam of her waist and cradled the flare of her hips. The tan flesh gave to Elsa's grip and was plush in her fingers as blackened handholds came under them. Her length twitched against her ass, and Elsa gave a testing thrust that made both of them choke in anticipation.
Elsa ground against her mate's folds in short jerks, enjoying the deliciously tight wetness enveloping her that was but a pale comparison of what laid between them. She felt Anna's muscles tense and flinch beneath her hands and watched her chest heave with breathy gasps.
(Now. NOW. Take her NOW.)
Elsa growled feraly and kicked Anna's legs apart. She pumped herself twice more in her hand before hastily aligning the head of her cock with her mate's entrance. Her pleased hiss when her dripping head brushed Anna's folds sent a shudder to Anna's core. The shape-shifter's grip accidentally tightened on her hip's bruises, and Anna's pained yelp stroked her pleasure.
Elsa's mouth hung slack as she split Anna open with a languidly slow pressure. Even after all of their time together, her mate's velvety muscles struggled to yield to her girth. Elsa let out a deep, pleasured sigh when the widest part of her finally slid inside. The hot satin clinging to her was deliciously tight. She hissed and nearly came when she felt Anna's muscles wildly shiver, milking the thick pre-cum weeping from her sensitive tip.
Anna choked on several mixed cries of pleasure and pain. She mewled when Elsa buried the next several inches of her cock in her cunt with short, squelching thrusts. Anna's wetness allowed Elsa to glide deeper with every rock of her hips, the cunt sheathing her length straining to make room for her thickness.
Elsa's throaty moan was masked under Anna's high keen when her hips pressed flush against her ass. Anna bucked and gasped when her swollen clit rubbed against the thick base of Elsa's shaft.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Elsa pressed against her mate well after she felt she had filled her. Anna's muscles were fluttering and twitching and pulling her into her wet heat. Elsa stuttered out a satisfied sigh as she savored the feeling. That welcoming friction was her drug, and she needed more.
"Pulling me in…so hot…so tight…Mine…"
Elsa slowly pulled out, Anna's slick muscles desperately trying to cling to her. "Oh g-gods…" she snarled.
When just her swollen head remained, Elsa jumped her hips forward. The same welcoming heat engulfed her while Anna's sharp yelp rang in her ear. Her next thrust was a deliberate, slow pump of her hips. She savored the tightness and the shudder trembling through her mate when her tip pressed the thick, puffy ridge along her front wall. She growled and let her lips graze the shell of her ear.
Elsa rolled her hips again and softly gasped at the sudden stirring low in her belly. She swore under her breath, though the sound came more as a slurred growl. Her mate felt fucking amazing. She was so gods damn wet for her.
The Voice, vastly satisfied with finally starting a proper mating, allowed her to try to get in a few minutes of slow fucking before claiming her mate, but Anna's deliciously high moans made her efforts useless. Her inner walls gripped her like a hot vice and pulsed as they tugged her deeper, spongey muscles rippling greedily around her cock.
Anna hiccupped when Elsa suddenly ground into her. Her hips caught her sore clit, and her thick head pinned her front wall. She could only shiver helplessly as Elsa laid her weight over her and wound an arm around her waist to hold her in place in an iron grip. She felt her teeth graze over her fluttering pulse when she finally drew back her hips and thrusted back in.
Elsa's entire being lit and sang as she settled into a fast rut. It felt like the most natural thing in the world.
She couldn't stop now even if she wanted to.
Anna squirmed as much as she could in her pinned position, desperate to illicit some friction in her overheating body. She bucked under Elsa's weight, but a snarl and merciless thrust against her front wall quickly silenced her. She tried to will away the red heating her face when Elsa's tightened grip made an embarrassing burst of wetness gush onto the shaft splitting her open. Her gut was bursting with shots of arousal from feeling Elsa's cock, warm and thick and bare, pumping even more wetness to trickle out of her aching cunt.
Elsa growled into her neck, her rut plunging her hips forward and driving Anna's lower belly against the edge of the table. Anna could barely register the slap of skin or her own breathy gasps. She met Elsa's thrusts as best as she could, but her cock twitching inside her nearly threw her over the edge again and made her efforts dissolve into putty.
Elsa's grunts at the peak of every thrust synchronized with the blood rapidly pounding in Anna's temples. She mewled when Elsa pressed her full weight against her back, changing angles and gods Anna felt like she was going to explode. Each bottomed-out thrust hit deep inside her, making her hiccup at every plunge when Elsa's groin slammed her clit and made them both slick with her juices.
Anna came again with a strangled cry, clenching around the cock thrusting through her orgasm and quickly driving her into oversensitivity. She thrashed and twitched as her bundle of nerves was abused through her high. Anna bit out a sharp yelp when teeth dug into her shoulder and the arm anchored around her waist tightened its grip, pressing into the bruises from days past.
Anna could feel the unsteady throb of Elsa's swelling cock in her cunt and the racing thrum of her pounding heartbeat against her back. Breathlessness underlined the shape-shifter's slack-jawed growl, and her shallow thrusts made Anna quiver while wispy grunts panted in her ear.
Warm…so fucking hot…so tight…
(Yours. Fuck. Mate. CLAIM. YOURS.)
Mine.
The knotted tangle of heat in Elsa's lower belly burst with a final thrust. She shivered and jerked as she came, her hips shaking with every heavy spurt Anna pulled from her shaft. She groaned long and low into Anna's ear, snarling when Anna rippled around her and milked her orgasm. Her hips shook, pressing hard into her mate to get ever deeper even though her groin was flush against Anna's entrance.
Anna thought she was full just with Elsa's cock, but the warm ropes of cum spilling into her womb made her feel close to bursting. The thick base of Elsa's shaft plugged her cunt and kept the liquid heat from flooding out.
Anna pressed back against Elsa's shaking hips. She felt the solid muscles in Elsa's thighs tense against her as they pressed into her ass, and Anna felt the blonde's toned abdomen ripple and flex over her back as she blew load after load.
Elsa's teeth sunk into the flesh where Anna's neck met her shoulder, her mouth screaming for salt. Copper and sweat greeted her tongue.
Then, it was over. After one last thrust and burst of cum, Elsa stilled, resting her full weight on Anna's sweaty back. Anna groaned at the fullness, the cock and cum stuffed inside her and the warm body firmly blanketing her back. She shifted her hips, and Elsa gave an exhausted moan in her ear and an instinctive reactive thrust in response to the movement.
Their hurried pants sounded abnormally loud in the suddenly quiet library.
Anna shifted again. Elsa choked on a grunt and stood up. One of her hands curled around Anna's waist to keep her firmly plugged over her cock while her other palm rested on the wood beside Anna's chest to support her weight as she arched over her. She slowly rocked back and forth, the hand on Anna's waist keeping them connected while she languidly ground into her cunt.
Her quiet moans slipped under Anna's skin and made her ears hum with static.
"Ohhhhh…," Elsa moaned as she slowed to a stop.
Anna pushed herself up on her elbows, too exhausted to lift her body more than a few inches off the table. The sweat suctioning her stomach to the hardwood made her skin feel blessedly cool when it met the cold air.
She turned to see Elsa in the corner of her eye. The blonde's mouth opened in a beautifully soft 'o,' and her shoulders slumped in tired bliss.
"Elsa, are you—," Anna had to pause and swallow to wet her dry throat. ",—are you back?" It looked like the instinctively desperate need had left the shape-shifter. Anna huffed a breathless laugh and added in a joking afterthought, "Are you done? 'Cuz I sure as hell am."
Anna wasn't expecting the answering snarl or the hand gripping the back of her neck in a half-hard grip and pushed her throat against the table until she was lying flush against it again.
"Be quiet."
Anna yelped when two quick thrusts hammered her sore clit. Elsa's sudden stiffness and tightened grip on Anna's neck and hip were the princess' only warnings before a fresh gush of cum stiffened the bulge nestling in her lower belly.
Elsa ground against her for another long minute. Anna moaned when ripples of pleasure crawled up her spine and made her squirm against the table, Elsa's groans following shortly behind her when her pulsing walls clamped around her to milk every last drop of what she had to give.
Finally, Elsa laid her full weight on her again, her breathes deeper than before.
"…Elsa?" Anna tentatively asked, daring to lift her head and look at the shape-shifter in the corner of her eye.
One tired pool of arctic blue looked at her through a half-lid. "Hm?"
Anna nearly sighed her relief. "Thank the gods it's finally you. I was beginning to think you'd never come back to me."
Elsa stuck her tongue out, still high on her post-orgasm glow. "You asked for it, princess." Anna laughed in reply, and Elsa let a lopsided smile tug at her lips. "Are you okay, Anna? I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"No, I'm fine. I'm always fine. Do you feel better now?"
Elsa lazily nodded and hugged Anna's chest to tug them closer together. She peppered kisses on her shoulder and neck that were so delicate in contrast to their escapade of just a few minutes ago that they felt like alien touches.
"I love you, wifey," Elsa mumbled, nuzzling the back of Anna's neck.
Anna laughed, though the effort of lifting Elsa's weight in the action cut it short. "I love you, too, Elsa." She tried to push up on her elbows, but Elsa's weight again cut her efforts short.
"Elsa, we can't stay here. Come on. We gotta get up and get dressed and get to bed. It's late, and someone might walk in on us."
Elsa hid her face. "Can't we just stay here? The door's locked. And I'm tired, and you're comfy."
It was a tempting thought. Anna was exhausted, and the thought of trekking to the other side of the castle to get to their room was not a fun idea.
"Fine, but just for a few more minutes. I had Gerda draw me a bath before I ran over here, and I don't want it to get cold. You need to bathe, too. Neither of us is getting in our bed all sweaty and gross."
Elsa lifted her head, looking unnecessarily deep in thought. "…Can we take a bath together?" she slowly asked.
"…Really?" Anna asked, turning to meet Elsa's sheepish gaze with an unamused look. "We literally just had sex—crazy, amazing, albeit somewhat dangerous, sex that should keep your mind sober at least until morning."
A cherry blush burnt Elsa's cheeks, and she looked away. That's when Anna felt it, the familiar stiffness slowly hardening even while still buried deep inside her.
Anna rolled her eyes. "Oh my gods…"
"It's not my fault! I can't help it, you know that," Elsa defended, pouting indignantly.
"You're insatiable."
"You love me."
"I tolerate you. Ow!"
Elsa traced her tongue over the gentle bite on her shoulder before re-situating herself into the crook of Anna's neck.
"What was that for?"
"To get you to shush. My evil fiancé is only giving me a few minutes to be comfortable before she forces me to march in the cold, and I plan on milking every second of that time."
Anna spitefully clenched her lower muscles, making Elsa choke on a sputtered breath and glare at her.
"Your fiancé doesn't want to fall asleep and wake up sweaty and cold with a sore back from lying on this table, you brat. I may not be feeling up for bath sex if you keep throwing fits."
Elsa immediately retreated into her comfortable position and tightened her arms around Anna's chest. "Fine, fine, I get it. I'll be quiet."
Anna bit her lip when Elsa shuffled her hips to get comfortable. The length within her twitched as it swelled to full mast. Elsa grunted with the jolt before settling with a content sigh.
Anna cursed the purr shaking against her back. The gentle vibrations combined with the heated weight on her back and the familiar breathes ghosting the hairs on her neck were making it nearly impossible to stay awake.
Anna let her eyes slide shut with a defeated huff. When she woke up—whenever the hell that was—, she would remind herself to give Elsa a bit of hell for giving her a sore back and a cold bath.
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