For many in the Arendight estate, Lady Anna's reclusiveness continuing well past the end of the busy fall harvest was a worrying sign. As a short time of rest before the bite of winter began to grip the land, few wanted to see her remain wound up as the task of managing and conserving supplies set in. The few times she did engage with her trusted help, Anna simply greeted them with a sincere smile and the unspoken assurance that everything was alright; she was simply engaged in a small, personal project.
That project being none other than Elsa. Anna was never one to break a promise, even to herself. After weeks of almost nothing, everything seemed to happen almost at once. Even with her title and the accompanying responsibility, she was still subject to whims. Only Anna possessed the resources to see this through. Elsa would go from slave to a refined, distinguished lady, just like Anna herself. Or at least, as close as possible. Among citizens both high and low, the simple act of freeing even a single slave was not an act to be taken lightly. To become anything above a 'former slave' was unthinkable.
Hence, the continued secrecy between Anna and Elsa. Really, there was no real action anyone could take against them for this alone, but Anna would lose face for years to come. When your views are outspoken you need all the political capital you can muster, and having a serious shame weighing you down at every discussion was essential to avoid. In some ways, this was more than a simple whim; this was a matter of principle. The principles Anna inherited, only to come so dangerously close to abandoning. Her mistake would serve as an important lesson in the way putting someone in chains and calling them less than human sapped them of their humanity.
All the years of mistreatment still served as the biggest hurdle to Elsa's rehabilitation. Her intellect could hardly be understated, and the skills learned through varied forms of servitude made her a quick learner.
Something you need in a world that expects perfection every time and never rewards it, Anna bitterly mused. Nonetheless, Elsa was, in a word, capable. Time, along with gentle encouragement would win out eventually. Anna was certain.
"Good, Elsa. Very good." With a gentle clink, Elsa set down her silverware. After a few tries, she successfully overcame even her muscle memory that seemed to urge her to clear off the table. There was nothing to fear this time. "How was your food?"
Elsa faced her, producing her best stoic face. "Satisfactory. Perhaps too much seasoning." Not bad at all. Criticism for the sake of criticism was something Anna herself took longer to pick up.
Still- "You could have brought this up sooner. You shouldn't have to accept this." Now, the moment of truth. If Elsa could pass this, she would effectively shatter another 'truth' of a life bound in chains: having to accept anything you were given.
Elsa stalled for a moment. Good thing this was a trial run. "And embarrass you in front of everyone else? That hardly seems worth it. I hope you will remember this in the future."
Anna almost wanted to laugh. False magnanimity. With just a hint of emotional blackmail. Elsa would need to rein herself in just a bit lest she start making real enemies, but she would make a fine noblewoman yet. "A good start, though I don't know if that last part was necessary. I think we can conclude the lesson for the day."
Which Elsa took as permission to loosen her corset, which a deep gasp of relief. Right, that also took some getting used to. Anna could live without them herself. A price every woman needed to pay to stay worthy of the elites, apparently. Not to mention how clear it was this wasn't even the worst kind of pressure Elsa was under.
"How do you do this?" Elsa gasped. "Pretending to be a stuffier, meaner person. It feels so- wrong."
No disagreement there. "You have to be strong in front of the others. If they have any reason to look down on you or discredit you, they will take it." A shame the line between strong and aggressive so easily became blurred. "You just need to be able to hold your own; no one wants to earn your ire, especially the more powerful you are."
Elsa shook her head, looking downwards. "But you know I'll never be powerful. I'm never going to rise to some prestigious title. I appreciate everything I've learned from you, but I just can't see how I'll ever use this."
Technically, that was all true. Yet in the abstract, it was far from it. There were far more ways to be powerful than to simply hold titles. Simply having the ear of someone with the ability to make important decisions held a lot of weight, with almost none of the liability. Even if Elsa didn't believe it, she had a lot more than Anna's ear. Now it was a question of making her believe that.
"Before we adjourn, there's one more thing I would like to try." The slight fidgeting made it clear Elsa was quite literally itching to change into something more comfortable. "This shouldn't take long, I promise." Anna gazed into her eyes. Elsa was still focused, at least for the moment. "Elsa, I want you to try giving me a command. Instruct me to do something."
"Excuse me?" Elsa's shortness of breath made a sudden, unwelcome return. "What- what do you want me to order?"
Anna gave a stern stare. "You have to choose something for yourself. I won't do anything you say, so it is up to you to decide on something reasonable. Take as long as you like to think of something."
There was a minute of silence, perhaps two. Anna leaned back in her chair, only glancing briefly to see how Elsa was doing. Each time, there was the same look of deep concentration. Finally, Elsa decided on her question. Apparently, she also decided to skip announcing it.
"Very well. Lady Anna? Tell me about the war. The one- against my people."
How did she even know about that? Of course. Anna instructed Elsa to take up some reading to supplement her lessons. She must have conducted a small amount of further study on her own. Of course, anything there would stink of the same anti-Arcturian bias that Elsa suffered from that wretched man.
"Very well, Elsa. I'll explain what I know." In the end, despite not being there for any of it, Anna was the best source to learn about this by far. At least, in Anna's mind. "This started just over twenty-five years ago. It was small things, at first." She stopped; even this was getting ahead of herself. "Well, I guess it started before that. You see, the Arcturians were quite a small nation of people that lived between the mountains north of here. Most people didn't see much of them, but they had one remarkable gift: the could wield real magic."
"Magic," Elsa muttered. "But you've used magic as well. Those potions."
"No, that's different. These people could use magic on their own." She forced her eyes shut for a moment. "No one quite knows how. All they knew was the most people with blonde hair like yours had this power to create ice."
There was a flash of confusion on Elsa's face. That seemed like the simplest way to explain it, but she seemed to stare into her hands, looking completely lost. "I'm sorry. What happened, did they attack?"
Anna shook her head with a deep frown. "No, nothing like that. Like I said, they mostly kept to themselves. As a result, there were always rumours about them. None of them good. Then, our country suffered a particularly brutal winter. It almost brought things to the point of crisis. It wasn't long before people started to blame the Arcturians for it. Some people even went as far as to say it was their fault that winter even happened to begin with."
Elsa looked at the table below. "Is that possible, though? Could they have made the winter?"
"No!" Anna almost shouted, before remembering herself. "I'm sorry. It's just- Father always said that magic was a part of nature, our world. If there was no ice and snow to begin with, then it wouldn't be possible to create it. That didn't stop the King of Nilfel, though. The clamour to ensure they didn't all starve come the next winter was too great."
"So- they just attacked? Just like that?" Suddenly, Elsa was clutching her arms. No one would ever do that to her, Anna promised herself.
"I'm afraid so. Marched right through the mountains and attacked without warning. It must have been horrible. They claimed it was so they could win before the enemy could conjure up another winter. The Arcturians slowed them just long enough for them to fail, and the next winter was like any other. Not that it stopped our armies from attacking the moment they could."
"That's so horrible," Elsa whispered. Anna almost didn't want to continue. The least she could do was leave out the more gruesome details. "When did the war end?"
Anna paused. "That's the thing. Technically, the war never ended. One day, a wall of icy winds covered up all the entrances to Arcturia. There was no way around, and no matter how many soldiers they sent up, none of them could break through and live. Believe me, they tried," she muttered with just a hint of venom. "Now, there's only a few scouts at the foot of the mountain, waiting for the stormy wall to finally fade. To finish what they started."
A tense silence hung in the air for a moment. "So, Anna. Why didn't they kill me?" Did Elsa really want to know the answer to that?
"There was a decree passed not too long after the war halted. Any Arcturian without any kind of magic would be spared, so long as they were sufficiently- subjugated." The last word truly made Anna shudder. In her own way, she too participated in one of Nilfel's ugliest acts. She would atone for it, no matter the cost.
"So, I never truly could leave this place, could I? Someone would have reported me." Damn. Anna had pushed that law so far into the corner of her mind she never really considered that.
She needed an answer, and quickly. "Not in this country. Unless we found someone else sympathetic to Arcturians. People are afraid to speak up about that sort of thing. I would do my best to keep you away from anyone who wished to hurt you, I promise."
"I know," Elsa gasped. "I know. Only- I can't change who I am." She run a hand along her braid of shimmering hair. "As long as people see this, they'll always look down on me. Won't they?"
"Perhaps." Anna was already brewing some ideas on how to deal with that. For the mean time, there was the other main obstacle to her path: Elsa herself. She still needed to realise that she could not only wield real power, but that she deserved to.
This would perhaps require some extreme measures.
For the first time in her life, Elsa felt as though she was going somewhere. If only she could be certain of where. Everything she discussed with Anna made all but certain that there was absolutely no place for her within the genuine nobility. There were likely more ways in which she could serve Anna in a more executive role, but never as a power in her own right. Elsa had already made her peace with that. Why couldn't Anna?
The lessons in speaking pressed on, each sign that Elsa lacked the confidence required only further spurring Anna to continue. Elsa could learn all the skills in the world, but she couldn't pretend to be something she wasn't. Something she'd been moulded into through years of austere servitude. She direly wanted to be the woman Anna believed she could be. If only such a thing was within her reach.
Another week drifted by, each lesson ending within a similar manner: Anna would try and get Elsa to issue her another order. Test the limits of what Anna would be willing to obey. So far, nothing was flatly refused, though Elsa was certain that fell more to her extreme caution than anything else. It did feel strangely refreshing in a way. While it was horrifying in its own way to learn about the horrible fate of what was once her own people, she did feel much stronger learning the truth. She would likely have to face more contempt from people who didn't even know her in the future. Anna only let her escape the cruelty of the world for a fleeting moment.
Despite this slight bump of confidence, Elsa found herself hesitating as she stopped just outside Anna's bedroom. She hadn't entered since the night of the celebration. Supposedly, everything she would do in there was now beneath her. Until today. She could do this. Anna trusted her enough not to require a knock. With a slow turn, Elsa slipped around the door, closing it tight behind her.
The curtains were drawn shut, closing off the dark evening sky beyond. Yet the room stood awash in bright lights, not from glass lanterns as normal, but bare candles. A sweet fragrance caressed Elsa's nose. A feeling all too familiar filled her mind. Yet with it, came confusion. Did Anna really intend to go back to the way things were, after all this time? All this effort? It made no sense. Unless there was something Anna didn't like about how Elsa was changing. No, she seemed mostly pleased with the progress so far-
"You've arrived." Elsa turned her attention to the bathroom door, only to find out Anna wasn't quite done startling her. Wearing what looked like a vivid black and red corset of her own, only this one seemed to be tailored into a full undergarment. Anna leaned against her desk without a hint of constraint, clearly benefiting from a great deal more experience on wearing such things.
"Master," Elsa addressed her with a nod, her mind awash with the possibilities of what this could mean. This wasn't the place for Anna to abandon her plan, was it? So what did Anna have in mind, a lesson? Or a test?
"No, not this time." Anna gave a slight frown, then managed a more sultry smile. "Tonight, I want you to the be the one in charge."
Elsa flinched. What? That wasn't how this was supposed to go. "I- wait, does that mean you're going to call me Master now?" She needed a moment to figure out how that was the first question that reached her mouth.
"That's up to you now." Anna was completely serious, wasn't she? Elsa still thought, or perhaps hoped she would burst out into laughter and uncover the ruse. Not quite done fueling Elsa's emotional turmoil, Anna proceeded to open up the curtains hiding away the interior of the grand bed.
Laying on the bed was a selection of implements Elsa remembered all too well. For they were all the ones used on her during her time in this room prior. Arm and leg restraints, a ball gag, even the same toy that Elsa distinctly remembered penetrating her. The one thing that was slightly different was the pair of gleaming shackles, which were no longer suspended from the ceiling. They could bind a person's wrists closely together all the same, though she noticed a soft lining for the comfort of the wearer.
Elsa barely even noticed Anna right besides her. "So, what do you think, any ideas? Don't worry, I made sure to clean everything very thoroughly." The only idea with any traction was to run out the door and not look back. Elsa couldn't quite bring herself to, though.
There was a suspicion that Anna spent quite a while building up to this. Not only preparing for this on her own, but also working up the courage to let Elsa assume complete control over her. While Anna would surely understand her doubts, there was an unspoken show of faith and trust Elsa couldn't bring herself to break.
Finally, she turned to Anna. "Well- what if something goes wrong? What if I hurt you?"
"You won't hurt me, Elsa." Anna's reassuring smile didn't quite have the intended effect. "But just in case, what if there was some way which I could say something was wrong. Some way you could be certain I wanted you to stop?"
Elsa nodded. That could work. Why didn't Anna suggest this before, though? They never needed it, but it would have brought some comfort to have the option. "Well, what do you suggest you do?" She finally asked.
"Alright, if I say 'silver', that means I want you to stop immediately. I'm sure it won't come to that. How does that sound?"
Doubts still plagued Elsa. In the end, she couldn't help but take heart from Anna's confidence. At least now there was an out if things fell out of hand. Even so, it remained better to be safe, rather than sorry. Of all the toys Anna laid out for Elsa to use, Elsa told herself that she would only need one of them, at least for the time being.
The decision came to her more quickly than she first thought: it seemed fitting somehow that she would start with the shackles. Pushing the other items aside, the cuffs felt much lighter than she imagined.
"Interesting choice," Anna noted, giving Elsa the slightest rush of heat. "My hands are right here. Would you like me to try them on?"
That would be the obvious choice, wouldn't it? Bind Anna's wrists, perhaps even behind her back, then make her- "I have a better idea, if you're interested."
"It's all on you now, Elsa." It would take some getting used to, not requiring approval.
Without another word, Anna's delicate wrists were carefully bound together, albeit around one of the wooden columns that made up the bed head. Anna lay face up, all but unable to move. She gave a smile and a small laugh to Elsa, as though there wasn't a thing wrong in the world. To Elsa though, that couldn't be further from the truth.
"Excuse me," Elsa suddenly said, slipping into the bathroom, barely hearing Anna calling out for her. She stared into the mirror on the wall, trying to make sense of the emotional turmoil within. So many thoughts and emotions, running right into each other.
She didn't know if anyone else who knew enslavement felt the same, but there was always this innate desire not only to break her chains, but turn the tables on those who would bend her to their will. Make them feel the very pain they so callously inflicted upon her. Only now this chance fell into her lap by the very person who called themself her owner. So much had changed. Yet there was still a cinder of vengeful anger within Elsa. Which frightened her. Made her so sure that something would go terribly wrong.
"Elsa! Is everything alright?" Anna was clearly raising her voice, yet the words only barely impacted on Elsa's conscious. This was perhaps the first time a choice lay in front of her. She felt so far from ready for this.
"I- ah!" Elsa almost slipped. Being so inwardly focused, she didn't notice anything on the floor. Yet there was what Anna had been wearing earlier in the day. One of her more simple, unassuming verdant green dresses. Not that Anna ever needed anything special to flatter her appearance. What struck Elsa more was the feeling on her foot. She definitely stepped on something quite solid.
Picking the dress off the floor, it proved easy to locate the source. Out of a pocket came a set of keys. One in particular stood out a small, beautifully crafted silver key. Polished to a perfect shine. The others looked no less expensive, but showed more signs of wear and tear. This particular key looked new, acquired recently. In Elsa's mind, an idea of what this could be was already forming in her mind, with a gathering sense of excitement. What would Anna think? No, she'd already handed over the reins of power. Time to see how far this would go.
Elsa emerged back into the main room, yet her focus was not on Anna's relieved expression, rather the top drawer of the desk. With an effortless slide, the draw came open to a polished, ornate box Elsa didn't exactly remember, yet expected nonetheless. This one was darker in hue, yet clearer newer. Perhaps even freshly made.
"Wait. Elsa, what are you doing?" Anna called out, now with a slightly different type of concern in her voice.
Elsa pulled the box onto the desk, the small silver keyhole catching her eye. "Indulging." With a couple of tries, she managed to open the lock, and the box swung open. Turning around to reveal what she'd accomplished, Elsa turned to face Anna with a sly smile. "I found your keys." For once in her life, Elsa's excitement all but drowned out any fear of consequences. Anna allowed this, after all.
"How- please Elsa, you have to be careful. It's very dangerous to mix potions, or take more than one." Elsa heartbeat barely slowed. That wasn't a condemnation of her actions, or a demand to stop.
"Well then, why don't you tell me which one I should try? You probably know these better than I do." There were two rows of five small bottles encased in velvet, and a larger one at the left. All the bottles were clear glass, allowing anyone to see the liquid within. Elsa pulled the largest bottle out first, swirling the hot pink potion inside. "What about this one? You seem to like it the most."
Anna shook her head. "No. Elsa, that one won't do anything to you." Elsa stared. Did Anna just not want her to take this one? "That's a clearing potion. It removes any other magic affecting you. I have that- just in case."
Elsa glared at the bottle, as though it just did something wrong. How disappointing. At least Anna had the foresight to use some caution. Carefully replacing the bottle, she looked at her other options. Three of the bottles appeared to be empty. Of the remaining seven, only four appeared to have any kinds of labels on them. Even then, it was only a thin strip of paper, not enough for a thorough explanation.
One potion on the far right caught Elsa's eye. It possessed a radiant golden colour, almost to the point where it appeared to glow. Lifting it between a thumb and finger, she swirled it around like a fine wine. On the crude label, she could make out just two words:
'The Huntress'
There was a certain something about this one in particular that drew itself to her. Her mind told her to stop. Gather more information before making a decision. Her gut told her that would completely ruin the mood. Her nerves were already starting to fray. Without even thinking about it, her finger popped off the cap.
Bottoms up.
No real taste, besides a slightly slimy texture. Far from the worst thing Elsa ever consumed. The strongest feeling was a cautious excitement bubbling up. The anticipation. The last potion made two of Anna. Who knew what this one could do? So far, there didn't appear to be any physical changes.
Elsa couldn't help but feel- strange. Cold, yet hot at the same time. Even the gentlest of movements of the air set her skin tingling. Then, she started hearing things. Not things that weren't there, rather things far too quiet normally. The wind outside. Wood creaking from across the manor. Even her own breathing felt sharp and distinct. No, not her own breathing.
Anna's.
With that one, errant thought, Elsa's focus shifted completely. Some few seconds ago, she couldn't think of looking anywhere else. Across the room, she zeroed in on her slender, bound form. Everything she could now sense radiated from Anna's body. The heat. The noise. The life.
Elsa wanted to drink it all in. Feed on it.
In the midst of what seemed like an intense haze, Elsa suddenly found herself at the end of the bed, her clothes having fallen along the way. She might have ripped them off. It didn't matter. Elsa's eyes were only for what was in front of her. She crawled onto the bed. Savouring the anticipation. She couldn't read Anna's expression. What she could sense with total clarity was the warm glow of her body. The unsteady, shallow breaths; the beats of her heart going right along with them.
With a burst of instinctive energy and drive, Elsa pounced, landed atop Anna. Gazing into her scarlet face. Her soft, blue eyes. With gentle, precise fingers, Elsa ran through the locks of auburn hair, easing them loose. Letting them run without constraint, showing its true allure. Ironic, in a way. Yet Elsa could not release her just yet.
For now, it was Anna who was the prey, Elsa the apex predator. She planned to feast upon this opportunity, kindling the flame beneath her into a glorious blaze.
"Are you ready?" Elsa whispered, every word raising the intense haze of heat for both of them.
"Elsa," Anna gasped. "Is this- is this really you?"
At first, the question cut deep. Then, it bounced right off. The Elsa on the auction block; the Elsa with no name from what must have been an eternity ago didn't seem all that different to the here and now, at least a few moments ago. The potion may have induced an energised, heightened state, but it had done nothing to the storm inside of her. Only removed the barriers of fear and caution. Where once she sought to serve her owner to the letter of their order, Elsa could finally admit she wished to serve Anna to the very limits of her being. To either of their beings.
Elsa stalled for a split second. Finally, she inhaled, letting the air invigorate her once more. "This is the me I was still afraid to show you. The me I can finally let run wild." The anger she felt from before still hadn't completely faded, only now she could temper it into a beautiful passion.
"And what does the real you want?" If that wasn't a clear enough sign to go ahead, the stillness of Anna's body contrasted to the rising inferno in her chest most certainly was.
With a fast, precise downwards motion, Elsa firmly planted her lips against Anna's. Holding. Taking in the soft, silky smoothness in a way she never could when on the receiving end. Lingering on the saccharine, moist taste. To see and feel what she wanted- and take it. Who knew it could be quite so exhilarating? Lips swayed back and forth; Elsa didn't wish to end this sensation quite yet, but there was so much more for her to explore.
A problem that already had a solution. For Elsa wasn't quite human at this moment, she was a huntress. A huntress was nothing if not agile and efficient. More importantly, able to rely on far more than her sight alone. Elsa's hands came to life, able to feel the excitement bubbling with each tender touch on the skin. Anna's soft legs, her smooth shoulders. Even the parts of her that remained clothed. With even the slightest of contact, Elsa could feel Anna, right down to her very core with incredible clarity. The shivers from each teasing glide. The brief loss of breath every time she slowed to a stop. Then, the heavy beats as she zoned in on Anna's sweet spots; The peak of her chest, the inside of her slender legs. Elsa felt the signs of life echo into her, driving her own excitement, her own desire to feast on this moment.
"Mmm." Elsa didn't need specially attuned senses to interpret Anna's approval thus far. Even if she didn't need Anna's approval at this moment, she couldn't help but desire it. Was that years of servitude that did this, or- something else? The answer could come later. The urge to escalate further dominated her mind once more.
Anna's garment now stood as an obstacle. Elsa was a careful huntress, though. No need for anything too aggressive. Just an opening. The threads lacing either of Anna's sides would do nicely. Reaching out with her right hand, she was able to find where the thread was tied with just the gentlest of touches. Her lips sated for a fleeting moment, Elsa lifted herself up from her lock with Anna. Besides, this wasn't a time for diversion.
With almost inhuman dexterity, Elsa's fingers weaved around the threads, pulling them loose. It wasn't until the fourth crossing came loose that Anna looked towards Elsa's handiwork.
"Elsa. How are you-"
"Shh." Elsa muted Anna with her free hand. "It only gets better from here."
Six. Seven. Eight. Each set of threads binding the dress, restraining Anna's body came loose that much easier than the last. She always did pick up these kinds of skills quickly. The motivation to execute this flawlessly certainly didn't hurt.
Eleven. Twelve. For the second time that night Elsa had worked her way around a tight lock to reveal the treasure within. Setting the loose thread aside, Elsa gently pulled the silky fabric away, revealing Anna's entire, enticing form. Kneeling upright, she guided the garment away from Anna's leg.
Looming over Anna, Elsa felt a tenderness in her bound master she never noticed before. There was the reversal of positions, the magical heightening of her senses and less confidence on Anna's expression than usual. For the first time, it wasn't her master Elsa saw, or even a lady of the realm. It was just a woman. Just Anna.
Right now, Anna was all hers.
Whoom! With a split-second lunge, Elsa loomed above Anna completely this time, instead of to one side. No words just this time. Just gazing into each other's eyes a little longer. Savouring that last precious second of anticipation. So close. Any more so and their bosoms would meet. The aroused heat. The excitement Elsa now felt surely would send a lesser person wild with lust.
It quickly became too much for Elsa. Her desire to fan Anna's flame became too great. Feeling the intense heat coming from Anna's chest, Elsa decided to start there. One hand took a gentle hold of each soft, modest breast.
"Ah." Anna seemed even less able to contain her elation. Or perhaps she too quivered with anticipation? No reason she couldn't for that much longer. They had all the time in the world. Elsa slid her hands around, and around, and around. Each one circling the skin in opposite directions. Slowing for a fleeting moment to apply just a touch of pressure. Keep a finger on Anna's pulse, so to speak.
Despite Anna's contented purrs, her pulse seemed to slow for just a moment. Without further thought, Elsa's hands switched direction, gaining just that much more speed. Then, the same again. Picking up that much more intensity. She couldn't allow Anna to grow too comfortable. Between the skipped breaths and heartbeats Elsa sensed, she was performing better with each passing second. This was just the beginning.
Elsa plied her glossy lips to each of Anna's nipples, giving the right one a kiss, then dwelling on the left. Taking in the supple skin. First, applying a touch of pressure, then-
"AHH! Elsa-" the suction. Just enough to excite the both of them ever further. One more time; back and forth. Couldn't allow herself to stagnate too much. Not such a difficult problem this time, as Anna's other breast almost begged to receive its own tender attention. This time, with her lips firmly planted Elsa brought her tongue into play, rolling around the areola all the way, and then back around. Each turn compelling another squeal of delight from Anna.
More curiously, Anna's skin gave its own distinct taste. Something Elsa couldn't exactly describe, yet desired more of. Sweet. So very sweet. Was this a part of the hunt? Part that drove her ever onwards? Elsa needed to know if her prey possessed yet sweeter rewards.
"Anna!" Elsa suddenly hissed, almost regretting how displeased it sounded.
"Wha- mmmm!" Still, it worked like a charm, drawing Anna's attention for the split second Elsa needed to plant her mouth firmly on Anna's. This time, taking the opportunity to sample Anna's tongue with her own. Rolling it around, like a fine wine. A very fine wine. Not quite the nectar she hoped for. With one last taste, Elsa withdrew.
She wanted more. To lose herself to an experience that transcended her palate. Elsa could think of one other place she'd been to that could perhaps provide what she sought. A place she visited once before, though entirely at Anna's behest. A sliver of doubt pierced the huntress' veil. Sure, there was the word in case things went awry, only that was the sort of contingency one would rather have and not need.
With a gentle touch of the back of her hand, Elsa caressed Anna's face. Anna reached out to greet it as best she could. Letting herself take in the soft, assuring, warm touch. Such a simple thing. Her sharpened senses gave Elsa the impression Anna was ready for even higher intensity. Yet here she was, content with simple affection. Elsa's senses couldn't be off; she really was somehow both. In that moment, she was more than Anna; more than her prey. She was the sublime. Able to toe the line between heated passion and affectionate serenity. The words that Elsa so badly needed to remind herself finally materialised.
She has faith in you.
What other reason would Anna allow herself bound in the place she was normally safest? The most powerful? Feeling suppressed by a howling storm of fear her entire life hardly stopped her from succeeding before. The time to abandon that fear was now.
The hunt was still on. Time to begin the final act.
With a lick of her lips and a gentle laugh, Elsa reached out, easing her hands into Anna's silky thighs. An ounce of tension sprang up, but no resistance against Elsa's effort to maneuver them to either side. With each leg pushed as far as it would go, Elsa couldn't hold herself at eye level with Anna for much long. She would have to move.
May as well continue the build up. Keep her lips warmed up along the way. A series of small pecks accompanied Elsa's descent. First, Anna's neck. Through her chest. Slowly, down her stomach.
"Gah!" Elsa made the final leap just a bit quicker than the ones preceding. Even more thrilling than she anticipated, taking Anna by surprise even at this stage. Best not to become too ambitious now. More than just a simple kiss, Elsa glided her lips up and down. Letting that enticing taste hang on the edge of her conscious, along with another chorus of satisfied moans from Anna. For once, she decided to forget all coordination and planning, letting instinct guide her movements. Explore the section, let the ramping ecstasy take the both of them until she could no longer contain her desire for more. A battle between human and huntress; one Elsa was ready to lose.
One she hoped to draw out a touch longer, nonetheless. Her instincts screamed to her ever louder the same thing: this was the spot where the most intoxicating taste would be. Too lose herself to that too soon would-
No! Elsa would discard her paranoid caution as many times as it took. Now that she was the alpha, the time was high to act like it. It couldn't be clearer what she wanted. Nothing would stop her from taking it. Elsa's tongue met Anna dead centre. The sensation was every bit as luscious as she remembered: not only tasting divine sweetness, but tasting it for the very first time. She lapped the skin. Up, and down. Back and forth. Taking in the taste afresh.
"Yes-yes," Anna managed between high-pitched gasps. Elsa accelerated her movements the slightest bit, as though the sounds were just as invigorating as the taste she was experiencing. A burst of hot energy coursed through her with each motion, further driving her forward. Elsa saw it. Anna's sweet spot had finally appeared. Without even thinking, Elsa's tongue reached out to touch.
"Ahh," came from Elsa this time. Everything seemed to happen at once. The mere touch gave her sensations beyond describing. What's more, the energy swirling inside her could no longer be contained. "Here we go!"
In a single motion, Anna was thrusted hip-first into the air, her shoulders just staying grounded on the bed while her legs hung loose in front of her. Elsa pressed herself against her back, just in time to see the look of surprise on Anna's face. No time to dwell on it, who knew how long she could hold this position?
Fortunately, the shift in Anna's legs left Elsa a free hand. Which meant free fingers. With a bit more height, Elsa positioned herself for the two-fronted advance: her tongue continued on the high road, while her ring finger began its infiltration. Anna's shock only seemed to escalate. Still, Elsa sensed no signs of disapproval from within or without. She could do this. She was doing this.
Again: forward, then back. Alternating each of her points of contact opposite each other. As Elsa's tongue started to acclimatise itself to the overwhelming taste, an aroma caught her nose. Elsa began to lose herself all over again. The flame she saw so clearly in Anna became hers as well. Their bodies joined in the infernal maelstrom in which there was only them. Forever.
This couldn't last forever, though. The huntress would leave her. Elsa would have to stop. Face the real world again. No amount of magic could change who she really was. When it came down to it, Anna had already done that for her. Helped her realise that she was more than a thing. More than what the chains told her she was. Elsa could finally decide what she was herself.
A burst of potency seemed to spread from Elsa's heart. She was ready to end this. Anna seemed equally so, too lost in the experience to form any coherent words. Her tongue pushed ever harder and faster. Her ring finger was now accompanied by the middle one. Most of all, their movements were in lock-step.
Faster.
Faster.
FASTER!
With one final push, Elsa held firm. Taking a chance to see Anna's excitement reach its very peak, purely on her own. It certainly didn't hurt that Elsa's vision wasn't completely obscured this time. There was no deafening cry of pleasure, nor contortion of Anna's face into something she would never do normally. Only a the hint of a smile and a soft hum. Elsa's heightened senses quietly told her she'd done her job. That Anna felt the same floatiness that she did.
In the wake of a job well done, Elsa finally let Anna gently down, sidling up beside her. This moment too was so very special in its own way. Sharing the intense heat they worked up together while they could. Forgetting the rest of the world for just that much longer. Feeling a both an inner strength, and a warm comfort Elsa hoped would never fade, never leave her.
"Elsa- that was- that was-"
Elsa shook her head. "I know."
"Great. Alright, Elsa. Now-" Elsa suddenly hushed her again.
"Oh, no. I'm not done showing you what I want." Elsa raised herself up to her knees, towering about Anna once more. There was still some huntress left in her.
