Author's Note: A huge merci/dankeschön to our translation assistants, a-kiirii-on-board, darkdraconis, and pascaldragon. Thank you so much!
La Guerre de l'Art - Un Portrait de Deux Lesbiennes Amoureuses
[The War of Art - A Portrait of Two Lesbians in Love]
CHAPTER 11
The Art of Consummation
Their bath was a delightful affair, though they kept their promise… technically. Many wandering hands briefly teased, but they were able to mostly converse about Rapunzel and their new vintage of wine, getting their affairs in order, rearranging the house. There was a close call when the cake of soap was dropped into the water and Elsa's hands went to just the wrong area trying to find it, but they were able to move on from that without letting their animalistic urges overpower the moment.
Blissfully happy, they darted across and down the hall with their robes only clutched to cover their fronts and shut the door behind them as quietly as was possible. Then, slightly damp and bare to each other, they dove into the sheets, tangling their legs together and laughing mirthfully.
"Oh… it's so good to have you here, enjoying this. Together at last, and on our terms."
Anna rubbed her cheek against her own shoulder, eyes closed in contentment that could not be broken, not for anything in the world. "Your terms are my favourite. The only ones that matter."
"Not solely mine; my dear, sweet, beloved Anna. Ours. Always ours," Elsa murmured in reply, enraptured by the mere ability to lay together like this with her Anna—not sharing her with another. Not fearing that another might despoil the beautiful creature in her arms. "Anna, I love you… completely, wholly… from the very depths of my heart and soul, and I am yours until the end of days."
Anna pulled Elsa to her, lips lightly brushing over each other before pulling back. "And I love you, Elsa. My heart is yours, forevermore." She began to gently rub her hand up and down the blonde's bare side, eliciting a shiver from her lover.
In return, Elsa leaned back in to press her lips against Anna's once more, firmly yet softly and slowly all at once. A kiss not of unbridled passion, but meant to convey her love for the woman she wished to spend the rest of her life with—the church and society be damned. For several minutes, their lips danced across one another's, neither pressing to move further just yet—content in that moment to express their love for each other in one of the purest means possible.
When Anna's hand began to get more aggressive in its circling of Elsa's hip, the owner pulled back from the kiss with a quiet grin, eyes closed. "You're headed in a very specific direction, cherie."
"I am." Her hand fell down to become trapped by Elsa's firm thighs, and she was content to leave it there for the time being. "Are you going to try and dissuade me again? Maybe we need the king himself to bless my hands before they're allowed to touch the Great Elsa Maurer?"
"Arret," Elsa chuckled as she swatted at Anna's bottom very lightly. It did still make a tiny slap! and Anna did gasp, but that was the long and short of it. "Your hands are blessed by being attached to your arms… and your heart… and your beauteous face."
The way Elsa had of building her up, even when she already felt as if she were soaring as high as she could go, always seemed to cut through Anna's heart so effortlessly. Her hand raised upward slowly as she whispered, "None of which are worthy of you. But I'll do my best."
"Oh you'll do your best, alright." Anna smirked. "To keep quiet, that is." Her legs quickly looped around her waist and with a surprised gasp, Elsa was suddenly lying on her back and Anna was straddling her. Free from her thighs, Anna's hands decided to keep them there, feeling the smooth skin of her lover.
Elsa visibly shuddered at the light touches against her skin, and Anna's smirk grew at the sight of the blonde's rosy nipples stiffening. Leaning forward, her mouth closed around one, tongue laving against the bud as Elsa jerked beneath her from the suddenness of the action.
"D-Diving headfirst, aren't you?"
Anna's heart swelled at the hitch in her lover's breath; the minor stutter in her words. Releasing the nipple, she grinned at the flushed blonde. "If I truly desired to dive headfirst into this, your legs would've been wrapped around my head already," the girl all but purred, bringing one hand up to briefly poke Elsa's nose. "I still find it decidedly unfair how you have already tasted my nectar...but I haven't, yours."
Elsa hummed, and brought her fingers into the woman's fiery red hair. The aqua blue eyes that stared right back at her were not lustful and desperate. Quite loving, actually… and she found it comforting that Anna was being patient. There had to be a reward.
She leaned in and sent Anna spiraling into pleasure with one tender kiss. The redhead shuddered on top of her and she was melting into her lips. She was unable to keep still or even keep herself quiet as Elsa's tongue was probing for her lips to open. And even though she'd been in control a minute ago, she was under Elsa's now. Anna was restless.
Her hands began to roam again, fingers driving up to her hips and held a firm hold on her waist. She couldn't wait any longer. Anna invited her lover's tongue in, and in return, moans slipped out. Mon Dieu, is this really happening?
That question was immediately answered when two foreign hands dived down her body—extremely cold hands, she must say—and they were softly pressed against her breasts. Merde, it is!
"Careful," Elsa breathlessly admonished when they parted for air, bumping noses. "Weren't you the one talking about staying quiet?"
"Well, forgive me for being relieved this night is finally happening!" Anna huffed before nuzzling her face into the crook of the blonde's neck in retaliation. Elsa barely stifled her giggles, her body jerking from how ticklish the sensation was.
The giggles soon turned into moans from the hot breath meeting her cold skin, wet kisses coating her sloppily. Her grip on her breasts tightened and out came a gasp from Anna's lips.
"Anna…" the blonde moaned, shivers running down her body, and fingers delicately making the woman shudder as they drove up and down her sides. They were both growing hot… burning with lust and pleasure… oh, but they were very much in love with each other. Their hearts pounded as if they wanted an escape from their bodies. They could hear it. Feel it.
This is it.
Pulling away, they found themselves with dark eyes, hooded, and unfocused. The only focus they had was with each other. Anna swallowed; she could still taste Elsa, and gods, she wanted more. The blonde beneath her was able to grin. Marks were planted on her skin, sweat beginning to drip, and the heat between her legs began to throb.
Anna stayed silent, watching the girl caress her cheek with the back of her fingers. Dieu, she longed for this touch. "Anna…"
She grabbed her hand, squeezing, and let them laced together. "Yes…?"
"Touchez-moi…"
Rather than responding with words, Anna began to slide down Elsa's body again, teeth raking over the expanse of cleavage, lips closing around the soft flesh of a breast. Tongue unfurling to trace a thin line down the plane of her stomach, which flexed under the feather-light touch, the intimate attention. When her mouth drew closer to its goal, she felt heels lay upon her back.
"Anna… what do you… mean to do down there?"
Again, she answered by bringing her hand up to rest gently upon the sodden folds of her lover. Only to drape over them, not to further tease… but Elsa's reaction spoke volumes. She was overjoyed at feeling Anna up against her there, aching for more. She obliged by running her fingers up and down the slick surface.
"You're so ready," she breathed urgently, inhaling the light scent of her need. "Oh, you're so soft, too… Elsa, I've been dreaming about this for so long…"
"Have you?" Licking her lips, blue eyes pierced down from between breasts to meet the pair hiding between her thighs. "Dreaming of my rose petals? Of tearing them apart for me?'
The vicious imagery somehow sent a thrill of urgency straight down Anna's spine, and she pressed her hand in harder, eliciting a deep, resonant moan from her lover. Maybe she needn't be so gentle after all.
"How tenderly would you like me to treat you, ma bien-aimée?" Anna purred as her hand began to rub in slow circles. A gasp escaped from Elsa's lips, and her hands clenched at the sheets. Smirking, the girl continued, "Would you like me to go fast? Hard? Show you the passion that's culminated over these months of hiding, from suppressing our carnal desires?"
Her finger brushed against the rosy bud peeking out from its hood, and Elsa's hips jerked violently as she clamped a hand over her mouth to suppress a needy whine. Anna took the finger away, watching as Elsa's chest heaved and those blue eyes burned into hers, black with arousal.
"Or would you rather I give your canvas a more...tender touch, hm?"
"Anything… and everything."
Dipping her head low, she allowed her lips to wrap around the bud itself—and she had to fight down a pronounced shiver at the taste of her lover. So long had she been waiting for this, telling herself it could not be as wondrous as she hoped… and it was. Sweet and faintly salty, and more than anything rich and full. Delectable. Prodding at the nub with the tip of her tongue, she began to pet the lips with her fingers very gently as she did so. A mixture of roughness and tenderness.
"Anna!" Elsa gasped out from behind her hand. "That's so good, mmhhh... more! Oh yes, please!"
"Yes.. more…" The redhead showed what she wanted "more" of when she dipped her head lower and gave a long lick against the entirety of her lover's glistening sex, dancing inside at how good it was. Oh, how she had needed to find her way there!
A rumbling groan of pure bliss resonated from deep within Anna's throat as her taste buds sampled more of the exquisite nectar Elsa's body readily produced. The result of her attentive administrations sparked an answering low moan from her writhing lover. Peering up at the beautifully flushed blonde from behind her lashes, Anna parted the heated folds with her fingers to grant herself better access to the pot of luscious honey tucked away between them.
"Ci-dessus devine!" Elsa sucked in her breath harshly and clamped her hand tightly over her mouth to stifle her sounds of pleasure as an enthusiastic tongue delved within her sex, the adventurous muscle wriggling and thrusting as far as it could reach, collecting more of her unique flavor.
How Anna knew what to do in this situation was a mystery—to both of them. She was already so skilled, so effortless in her ability! Her best guess was that she knew how Elsa's fingers had pleasured her, the ways they had moved, and simply did her best to mimic that with her dextrous tongue.
Before long, Elsa was a writhing, panting, whirling dervish of joy, legs draped over Anna's shoulders and waiting for release. One that might not be too far off if the sounds coming from her throat were any sign at all.
"Oui!" she began to repeat continuously, unable to elucidate beyond that single word. Anna spared a glance up, and saw the blonde so unmade that it rivalled the sight she had beheld that time before in the bath. Completely given over to the moment, lips stretched wide, eyes pressed together so hard they looked as if she were in pain. And she was, in a way—for love is the pain that is welcome.
Beaming at her own doing, her chest filled with pride from just watching her woman melting in her hands, she whispered, "Je t'aime tellement…" She pressed a kiss against her inner thigh, her tongue worshiping every single part of her… smothering her with her love. Anna earned a string of moans and fingers abruptly clenching down into her hair. She didn't mind.
Her fingers continued thrusting slowly, curling into her most pleasurable spot. Elsa was already at her peak, her back arching at an incredible angle, and moans became silent gasps and screams.
"Regarde moi…" Anna breathed. "I want you to look at me, my sweet…"
"N-non, I can't!" Elsa whispered. "I… my back wants to bow upward for you!"
"Then command it to look at me, as well." Elsa did as she was bade, and Anna increased her pressure, her speed, with both fingers and tongue now, each having its own separate task like a painter and a model. Now she would only have to complete this work of art once and for all.
And before long: "Ahnhh! Anna! Heilige Scheiße, I… oui! MmmhhaAAAAHHH!"
The blonde was so much more ferocious in her orgasm than Anna could have predicted, despite all the panache she had displayed throughout their entire courtship. Legs whirling, back shifting up and down, fingers clenching so hard in her hair that she could feel the roots aching. The warm gush of fluid went down her chin and fingers, and she welcomed them, eyes drifting closed herself as she was delighted to enjoy having such sacred water bestowed upon her person. Truly a religious experience.
When Elsa finally was breathing more normally again, albeit in shaky tones, she leaned up and whispered, "Est-ce bon, ma bien-aimée?"
"Parfaitement! Mon Dieu, Anna, how… when did you become such a Schlampe?!"
Shivering, Anna leaned up onto her knees, grinning down at her lover as she began to stroke along one leg. "Whatever you just called me in l'Allemand, it sounded dirty. I'll wear it like a badge of honour."
Blue eyes blinked up at her as she watched Anna manipulate her leg up and over her own shoulder, pausing to kiss her wine-stained toes before nestling the calf in its new place. "Wait… what are… what are you doing?"
"Taking my turn," she breathed heatedly as she began to shuffle forward.
"W-What? I-I can—Oh, mon Dieu…" she moaned, eyes rolling back, her body slackened in bed. Her moans grew louder and no way could she hold herself back anymore with Anna's glistening folds kissing hers. This time, she could keep her eyes on Anna's, lips shuddering and their body trembling blissfully.
Anna hadn't moved yet. She wanted to make sure Elsa was alright with this. By the look in her eyes, dark as if it'd been drowning into the deepest part of the ocean… dark as if it'd been devoured by lust, she seemed completely fine. Perhaps, even desired it.
Slowly, she began thrusting her hips against her lover's, and pleasure immediately bolted through her body. Moans automatically escaped, breathing getting shallow, and mon Dieu! Elsa was moving her hips below her.
"I… wasn't sure how this would feel, love," Anna confessed breathily as she experimented, rolling her hips slightly, shifting them from side to side. "But I… wanted to feel us joined in this way, at least once! Is it alright, are y… you alright?"
All Elsa could manage was a weak nod as her eyes drank in the towering goddess who meant to rub themselves raw up against each other. How could she have become so blessed with such majesty? Indeed, this was something that she had not dreamed to try before—especially because she typically was fortunate enough to find a stolen moment with a lover, and even then tended to focus her mind and body on pleasuring the other party. Now, here was Anna…
There was Anna. Supple, strong, outwardly demure, inwardly a lioness. Grasping at her leg like the mast of a wind-tossed ship as she began to grind harder, and she felt her heart seize when she saw two differing swatches of curling hair laid alongside each other. They were really joined, as much as any married couple. This was their honeymoon night.
A night I never thought we would ever have together.
The moans grew in volume when Anna began mimicking the motions Elsa had done to her on the kitchen table so many weeks ago. Hips thrusting as if she were taking her, their wet folds rubbing desperately against the other, juices mixing like that day…
But unlike that day, there were no restraints now; no holding back from their love.
Anna's hands tightened their hold on Elsa's leg pressed against her chest as her fervent rocking gained in momentum. Panting and gasping, heart pumping from the exertion and from their intense connection, she closed her eyes and murmured endearing words while her mouth simultaneously peppered Elsa's leg with an abundance of kisses and love bites, nibbling and sucking on the pale, smooth flesh and staking her claim on the beauty beneath her.
Dieu, Elsa was hers. Completely and utterly, and that wonderful realization made her racing heart swell with pride, tears of joy springing to her eyes.
"Ah...A-Anna…?"
The concern amidst Elsa's breathless voice drew her attention, and she turned her head to see the worried furrow in her lover's brow. Their rocking slowed down a little—was something wrong? Does...Does Elsa not want this anymore?
"A-Anna, you're...you're crying."
Oh. A watery laugh fell from her lips, and Anna shook her head, peppering kisses against Elsa's skin anew. "They're tears of joy, my sweet. I'm just...so happy."
Elsa answered the declaration with a tender smile and shifted enough to raise herself up on one elbow, reaching out and cupping Anna's cheek, thumb smoothing away the bit of wetness that trickled from her eye. "Me too, ma chérie. I am so very happy… so chanceux and béni to have you in my life." She slid her hand to the back of her love's neck, prompting Anna to lean forward so their foreheads touched and they could gaze into each other's eyes.
Licking her own lips, Anna said thickly, stumbling over words that were foreign coming from her mouth, but those that she'd heard repeated to her on many occasions, "Ich liebe dich, Elsa."
Surprise flashed across Elsa's face at her love's usage of her native language. "Ich liebe dich auch, Anna," she echoed softly, punctuating her meaningful words by bonding their lips together, parting them to allow their tongues to caress and explore leisurely.
There was a mild groan from Elsa, due to how her leg was being forced back so they could join their lips, but it was a groan of pleasure and gratitude, not agony. Her lover made sure not to strain the thigh any more than was strictly necessary, but she did run her fingernails lightly over the skin, prompting even more shivers than their contact did in and of itself.
"I'm s-so close," Anna breathed onto her chin, voice trembling with the effort of suppressing said climax. At first, she had been unsure such an act could lead her there, and she longed to feel her love's slender, artistic fingers inside of her body, but the mere thought of being joined as a married couple would be was enough to heighten every last sensation of slick folds against one another.
When Anna leaned back to throw herself yet harder into her thrusting, arms wrapped around the leg for leverage, Elsa lay back on her elbows with her head angled behind her, as if rinsing soap from her hair. Beads of sweat shone on her forehead, her lips glistening from their kiss. If she had not been busy, Anna would have loved to paint her in this way.
She might eventually request the pose. For her private collection.
"An...AnnnNNA!"
The bed shook violently with their desperate lovemaking, so close as they were to their climax—to that final plunge into sweet, sweet bliss. Elsa began slipping back into her native German, urging Anna on and fanning the fire in her loins into an almost overwhelming heat.
So warm.
So wet.
So close.
So gone.
Anna bit hard on her lip to stifle her scream once her orgasm swept through her, having had just enough sense left to remember they weren't alone in the chateau. Her limbs locked as her body arched, poised in that moment of heavenly pleasure—of oneness with the woman she loved above all. With Anna's release, Elsa soared into her own, clamping a hand over her mouth to stifle her own scream of pleasure.
Anna recovered first, thrusting shallowly upon seeing that Elsa was still in the midst of her orgasm. She could taste blood, having broken through skin from holding back her cries, but that didn't matter right now.
All that mattered was the two of them here, right now; having finally consummated their love, their secret marriage.
Collapsing into bed, with red hair brushing against her face, Elsa was laughing. Perhaps, she was just breathing too hard. But her lover was too tired and found her spot on her breasts too comfortable to even look up. Instead, she let out a hum of content, fingers drawing gentle circles on top of her chest.
"What…?"
The blonde ran her fingers down her lover's scalp, leaving her shuddering more than she had been. "We've finally… we've…"
This time, Anna had her chin up and eyes met two ocean blue orbs staring lovingly right back at her. She grinned, her cheeks bloomed red at the thought of what they'd done. "We've made love, Elsa."
Elsa kissed her lips lovingly. "Yes, we have," she said, sighing contently and curling her arms around Anna's upper body, hands gliding up and down skin dampened with sweat from their arduous activity. Anna purred at the soothing caress and melted into her, dropping her head on Elsa's shoulder and nuzzling the side of her neck. Holding her tightly, never wanting to let go of the comforting firmness and warmth of her love, Elsa promised, "Nobody is going to get between us again, my love."
"Bien," Anna responded sleepily, her eyes slipping closed as the exhaustion of their intimate dance slowly claimed her. "As long as I live, I will not stand to be parted from you ever again."
She nuzzled closer, ready to slip into the depths of sleep, firmly ensconced in the arms of her lover. Elsa pressed a kiss to Anna's head, smiling into her air. Her eyes drifted shut as well, with Anna's soft breathing as her lullaby and her body offering more warmth and comfort than any blanket.
"I love you," the blonde whispered but she wasn't sure if her lover heard it—she was already deep into her slumber. But seeing her smile in her sleep, Elsa got her reply. She was so warm… and Anna's heart beating against Elsa's chest told her that she was here. She wasn't going to leave… and it was beating like this because she was Elsa's. Only Elsa's.
Running her fingers down the small of her bare back, Elsa felt a shiver from the body pressed on top of her. She smiled, longingly and with love. Mumbles slipped between the redhead's lips and barely, could the blonde make out a few words. She strained to hear, but she knew it was nothing but sweet, soft nothings. It wouldn't be a surprise if it was something random but...
"Elsa… taime… a toi… toujours…"
With that, Elsa allowed her own heart skip, and tears to slip out in the corner of her eyes. She was thankful and she was grateful, that a woman, so selfless and wonderful, to be allowed in her life. She thanked God for this gift. This… piece of art. This masterpiece.
With an embrace so light, yet so thick with warmth, Elsa's eyelids grew heavy. "Gute Nacht, meine Geliebte."
Everything was well, as they slept soundlessly until a loud string of bangs on the door had startled the two awake.
"What the—?" Elsa quickly rose from the bed in mild annoyance. She was close to falling into blissful slumber next to her lover until some noise got in her way.
"Hm?" Anna shifted in bed, eyes blearily blinking open at having been roused from her brief sleep. "Elsa, what's wrong?"
"Anna, I'm trying to sleep here!" Rapunzel's voice sounded from behind the door, and both of their eyes widened in horror, faces paling.
The doorknob was shaking rapidly. Luckily, the two had locked the door before their love session.
"You guys aren't that discreet, you know?! Keep it down!"
The horror in their faces intensified, and sleep was no longer what they could think about now. The screams and the moans that filled the room, and the smell of sex still lingering in bed, came into their thoughts. Mon Dieu, Rapunzel heard allof that!
"I don't need to hear you screaming each other's name!"
"O-Oh God, Elsa, what do we do?" Anna whispered to her lover. Not like Rapunzel could hear that, but… after all that screaming, she wanted to be extra careful. Elsa chewed on her bottom lip, ignoring the complaints going on from outside of their door.
"Well… we could have her join us—"
"Elsa, no time for joking!" She slapped her arm. "Quick, make up an excuse!"
"What, excuse? Who ever moans like that in any other situation?"
"Oh, I don't know! Massaging, I guess!"
The blonde burst into child-like giggles. "Seriously?" She sighed and let her lover roll over to stand and put a robe around herself. She was grumbling and Elsa took the pleasure to fill her eyes with the sight in front of her—red hair splayed down her lover's back, freckles covering her shoulders. It was an impeccable sight to drink in. One that didn't seem at all worthy to be ogling at.
"Are you just going to stare, my sweet?" The robe finally covered all of her. That disappointed her. Elsa blinked and got up, catching a different robe thrown at her.
Sufficiently dressed—or rather, as dressed as she could be right now—Anna walked over to the door while the blonde behind her slipped into her own robe. Rapunzel was still going on from the other side of the door and, bracing herself for the full brunt of her cousin's words face-to-face, Anna reached for the doorknob.
Instead she just got knocked on the head just as she opened the door. "O-Ow! Stop, stop it!" She shielded her head.
"O-Oh, sorry! Sorry, didn't mean that—" Rapunzel cleared her throat, and straightened her posture. "I-I mean I'm not sorry-" Looking over to Anna's shoulder, Elsa was coming up from behind, arms crossed over her chest.
"Hello, Rapunzel."
The brunette rolled her eyes. "What the hell were you two doing? I was going to sleep!"
"Elsa was giving me a massage, my dear cousin," Anna answered, making sure she sounded fairly exasperated. Perhaps, so Rapunzel would believe it, but those noises they were making… Anna doubted it.
"A... massage," Rapunzel echoed, arching an eyebrow.
"Yes, a massage," Anna sighed, trying to act as normal as she could. "Elsa was tired and she was all stiff from sitting behind a canvas for hours, so I offered."
Rapunzel crossed her arms, eyes sweeping left to right between the girls. They both seemed very serious. "Well, it didn't sound like you…"
"What did you think we were doing?" Elsa asked.
"Making love!" The brunette brought her arms up in the air. "The noises you were making, do you know what the two of you sounded like?!"
"We do apologise. If you like, we could give you a massage, as well… show you why there's so much noi— But a swat from Anna stopped her from finishing that sentence, turning the last words into chuckles.
Smirking, Rapunzel folded her arms. "Actually, that would be nice. A real massage; tomorrow, to make up for interrupting my sleep."
"Done," Elsa said without any hesitation. When Anna reared back again, she held up a hand. "Sincèrement! I am capable of a decent, non-suggestive massage. A bit of olive oil…"
"Olive oil? Elsa, don't tease the poor girl, we already woke her up from a dead sleep with our… massaging."
"I accept." The two of them blinked at the brunette's slightly pink cheeks, and she held a finger up in warning. "BUT! Do anything… étrange, and I'll never forgive you! You're Anna's husband and you have my trust, so please, do not break it."
Bowing slightly in Rapunzel's direction, Elsa told her in a very formal tone, "Yes, of course. You have my word." When she caught Anna giggling, she turned and asked her, "What?"
"Husband Elsa, let's go back to bed," Anna tittered, and the other two had to laugh as well. It sounded a bit odd to say, even if, considering their circumstances, it was largely accurate.
"Yes, my dear wife," Elsa began, placing specific emphasis upon the final word. "We should, and let your poor cousin get some sleep." She chortled out the last part, before flashing the brunette a smirk—previous embarrassment at having been 'caught' long forgotten. Assuming her role, she reached out her hand to take Anna's in order to guide them back to their bed, leaving Rapunzel to return to her own room for the night.
After turning and making it halfway to her room, Rapunzel cast a glance back to the pair over her shoulder. "Goodnight, you two. And if either of you insist on giving the other another… massage… please try to keep it down this time."
The lovers merely giggled in response.
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