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Chapter 11
After lunch, Anna decided to retire to her room for a nap. Before Elsa could say anything, she gone off and vanished around the corner. Knowing that there might be an awkward silence, Kristoff suggested that they talk about their next move during dinner. He quickly excused himself and went off into the same direction as Anna.
Shaking her head, Elsa knew exactly what those two were up to. At this point, it had almost become a custom for those two to have a daily afternoon session of passionate fucking.
But it was then that she realized: with Kristoff and Anna gone, and the servants resting after lunch, she was the only one walking around in the castle. For the first time in a long time, she could enjoy some peace and quiet and contemplate about matters in the tranquility of a quiet afternoon.
Her steps echoing eerily through the seemingly empty castle, Elsa walked up the stairs and into her room. She took off the restricting dark green dress she liked to wear whenever there was a formal occasion for her to attend as the queen. The lazy afternoon sunlight reflected on her pale bare skin. Standing naked, Elsa looked at her body in the mirror. She was three years older than her sister, yet she had never taken a man before. With her hands, she held the slight weight of her breasts, which were neither too large or too small. She had learned from the hushed whispers of her abigail that men loved to cup a woman's breast, and afterwards, his hands would travel down her sides until they reached her buttocks. His mouth would be on hers, hungrily kissing her, sucking on her tongue and breathing in her scent.
"And he will want you to touch his…hardness," she remembered her abigail whispering to a young milkmaid.
At that time, Elsa was listening intently to the hushed conversation between her servants. But before they could speak any further, Elsa shifted her weight, unintentionally causing a creaking sound to emerge from the wooden floors. The servants immediately turned to see who was around the corner and froze with fear when they saw the Queen of Arendelle. Before Elsa could even say that it was alright, the servants girls began apologizing as if their lives depended on it.
The fact that the title of queen inspired so much fear in the hearts of her servants left a bitter aftertaste. Elsa had thought perhaps she could become genuine friends with her abigail. After all, underneath the formal title, she was a young woman who was discovering the world and her body.
Imitating what she thought would be a man's touch, Elsa gave her breasts a light squeeze. It was a strange sensation, but there was nothing pleasurable about it. Her hands wandered down to her sex, gently stroking her curls. She felt nothing special, since it was the body she had known her entire life.
She imagined that it was Rainer touching her body, and all of the sudden, a string of pleasure shot up from between her legs. Closing her eyes, she carefully slipped a finger into the sudden wetness which she had never experienced before. Letting out a profound sigh, she felt a thrilling sensation travel through her nerves, electrifying her senses.
"Rainer…" she whispered while picturing his raven black hair, his sharp grey eyes and chiseled lips which demanded for a woman to kiss him. What would it feel like to have those lips on hers, his large hands cup her breasts and his hardness…
Elsa's fingers traveled further into her sex, carefully stroking her soft flesh. Shutting her eyes tightly, she imagined that it was Rainer's thick fingers which were inside her. She imagined his hot lips on her neck, his hardness pressing against her and his muscular arms around her slim waist.
Was it love? She knew not. All she knew was that she felt a instinctive attraction towards this man who was conspiring against her kingdom.
With a gulp, Elsa looked behind her and gazed upon the large bed she slept in every night. It was big enough for five people and she slept in it alone every night. What would it be like to share this bed with a man, she wondered. To have his large body on top of hers, the strength and desire of an aroused male pinning her down and mounting her.
She thought of his smile and the way his eyes penetrated hers. Those eyes showed that he didn't give a damn about Arendelle's ice. But was it her that he wanted? If so, then it worked to her advantage.
Elsa clenched her jaw. She could feel her feverish desire for him. And she knew what that meant. She had to break him before he broke her. She had to make him give into his desires before she did.
She turned and looked at her naked body in the mirror. She couldn't help but wonder if Rainer desired only what she saw in the mirror, or if there was something more.
Shaking her head wildly, Elsa removed such thoughts from her head. What did it matter, she told herself. He was a scoundrel who had ruined countless maiden and now wanted to ruin her and her kingdom. Even if he had genuine affection for her, she would make sure to take revenge.
Turning to her bed again, her eyes were filled with determination.
"A woman can't marry a man she just met," Elsa said to herself, but smiled at the second thought she had.
But there was no rule saying she couldn't fuck him.
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Walking alone the garden, Elsa enjoyed Arendelle's lush summer. Near a pond she could see a group of yellow ducklings walking behind their mother. Ever since she was a child, she had observed the garden during the day, but was never allowed to come out. Now for the first time, she could take in the full scent of the grass, and hear the rustling sounds of the tree leaves as a gentle breeze blew though them.
She kneeled down to have a closer look at the ducklings, who so far had expressed no fear upon her presence. Inside this garden, the animals had never learned to fear man, and simply saw Elsa as a large creature who would give out food every now and then.
She continued exploring the large royal garden, and eventually came upon a large oak tree. Large and sturdy, it had been here long before the castle was built, some even saying before the Kingdom of Arendelle had been established. Making sure that her light blue cotton dress wouldn't get dirty, she lied down on her back, feeling the prickly sensation of the grass against her back.
She looked up and watched the leaves of the oak tree move with the wind, occasionally letting a glimpse of the sun escape. Elsa let out a deep breath, fully relaxing her mind and body, forgetting for just one moment that she bore the hopes and dreams of the entire kingdom on her small shoulders.
"May I join you?" a familiar voice asked.
With a sharp breath, Elsa sat up and turned around. Rainer emerged from behind the thick tree trunk. He too had changed out of his formal attire, and wore a pair simple trousers and a white shirt. They matched perfectly with his sturdy leather boots.
Without waiting for her answer, he sat down next to Elsa and spread himself out on the grass, seemingly oblivious that this was not a foolish girl of noble blood, but the royal queen who was next to him.
So flustered was Elsa that she did not know what to say. Her eyes darted around and noticed that Rainer too was without servants. It was just him and her.
"What are you doing here?" she blurted out.
Using his elbows to support his upper body, the Duke lifted himself up slightly and turned his head to the startled Elsa. Her eyes were fixed on his torso, which was partially visible due to his white silk shirt. With his uniform the only naked skin visible from his body was from the neck and above, but with that removed, she could finally see the muscular chest that was hiding underneath. There were several beads of sweat on his chest, his muscles falling and rising as he breathed. Below that Elsa could see his rock solid stomach, with his skin marking the perfect abs he had. She clenched her jaw and held her breath as she gazed upon his perfect body. The Rainer in her imagination was nothing compared to this. She felt drawn to this hard body, an allure that took every bit of willpower to suppress.
He gave her a lazy smile, but didn't answer at first. He breathed in slowly, tasting the sweet scent of grass and flowers that mixed with the salty flavor of the sea that the wind carried.
"Can't a man simply enjoy the beauty of nature on a sunny afternoon?" he answered, not caring for any titles or courtesies. He spoke to her as if he was speaking to a friend.
Elsa opened her mouth to say something in reply, but her mind would not produce the words. She stared at him, flabbergasted, unable to react. He was the first person besides Anna who addressed her so casually, and the first man who did not seem to be at all intimated by the fact that she was the queen.
"Of - of course," she stammered and sat up. She hugged her knees, mortified that Rainer, an enemy of Arendelle, had seen her lying around so carelessly under the oak tree.
Then, for a few minutes, no words were exchanged between the two. Elsa bit her tongue, unsure of what to say. In her room she felt confident and capable of seducing a man. But now that he had the boldness to address her so casually, she was thrown off guard.
"I have not yet discussed - " Elsa began but she was cut off by the Duke.
"Please," he smiled. "Let us leave tiresome matters of business where it belongs; in the negotiation room. A pleasant afternoon is no place for matters of finance."
"That is true," Elsa agreed, just barely able to keep the surprise out of her voice. She thought Rainer would jump at the chance to discuss the export deal, but instead he rejected it right away. But this made things easier for her too. This was a golden opportunity to set her plans in motion. With no servants standing around, she could carefully set aside the demeanor of queen and behave in more...feminine manner.
