Chapter 12
Note: I'M BACK! HOW ABOUT THAT TEASER, THOUGH?!
Elsa lay back, breasts heaving, a sheen of sweat shimmering on her naked body. Her breathing was ragged.
Anna had collapsed on top of her, face resting against her sister's soft, white belly, her hair a fiery mane.
The sound of their breathing mingled together in the stillness of morning – haunting as the rustle of the breeze through dew-beaded leaves in a forest, in a forest where the mists were wispy and the green world was tranquil….
Softly, gently, Anna began to giggle and Elsa found herself giggling too.
"Your hair gets all crazy in the mornings," Elsa whispered, beaming at Anna.
Anna smiled. "It does, doesn't it?"
There was a sudden knock at the door. Both sisters felt their hearts jolt in panic. Anna swathed herself in a blanket. Frantically, Elsa conjured an ice dress.
"Ahem," Gerda called from the hallway. "Princess Anna, it seems time for you to arise. Your sister, it appears, has already gotten out of bed."
"Ah– ah!" Anna stammered. "Of… of course! I shall!"
Anna dressed herself and dashed out of her room. Elsa slipped out soon after, as discreetly as possible, quite mortified.
The queen slunk into her study, burying herself once more in the daily heap of royal documents to sign with florid hand or stamp with crimson seal. She kept her head low, nose nearly dabbing the ink she inscribed on the papers before her.
The great portrait of her father loomed over her on the wall. His eyes gazed implacably out upon the world. Frozen in paint, they did not blink.
Elsa could not meet his gaze.
The encounter with Gerda terrified her.
The hours stretched on. Suddenly, he door creaked and Elsa was forced to look up, look past that indomitable figure in the painting and upon Anna, standing before her awkwardly.
"You've been cooped up all day, Elsa," Anna murmured. "Is everything alright?"
Elsa bit her lip for a long moment. "No," she said finally. "Everything is not alright. Last night was… was heavenly… was the closest thing to paradise on earth I can imagine… but it was a mistake."
Anna did not protest, but gazed at her sister peacefully. "I don't want to force you into anything, Elsa. I apologize if I came off as too forceful last night, if that made you feel pressured…"
"No! No!" Elsa said firmly. "I wanted last night. God, how I wanted it… how I still want it!"
"Then can we talk this over?" Anna asked softly.
In the periphery of Elsa's vision, her father's portrait hung like a heavy shadow.
"It's him," she muttered, gesturing to the painting and choking on the word him. "…Him… and mama… and the guilt… and the dread… Hearing Gerda at the door, I realized how close we are to being discovered – every moment – of every hour – if we continue this. Gerda was right outside the door, Anna, mere feet away. What if she had opened the door before we could react? What if –"
Anna raised her hand and when Elsa did not flinch, when Elsa accepted her sister's tender gesture, accepted it because she needed that tenderness so badly, she pressed that hand to Elsa's forehead.
Elsa shut her eyes, losing herself in the feeling. Her sister's hand was so warm. Her touch made her heart melt. It made her heart melt in the best possible way, like marshmallows in hot chocolate.
Anna's presence was so soothing.
"You bring up good points," Anna said softly. "If we continue this, we will have to be careful. But we can be careful. We are of royal blood. Royal lines have hidden darker secrets before now, and I promise, we will harm no one in protecting our secret."
At the mention of royal lines, Elsa opened her eyes. A tremor went through her body, but Anna was there. Anna was there to blot out the specter of their father haunting the wall. Anna's eyes were soft and deep and her lips so kissable…
"I don't want to be part of a royal line," Elsa breathed. "I know my responsibility. I accept my responsibility. I know my duty to my people and I will do it. I love my people. All the same… I just want… time to myself… time to be free of all the weight… all the pressure… all the responsibility…"
"You'll have that with me, Elsa," Anna assured her. "I'll give you whatever you want."
"You know what I want," said Elsa, almost smiling in spite of herself and almost incredulous at her own hint of a smile. "You've read it all, have you not?"
Anna flushed and giggled. "Oh, I have! You have such a naughty, naughty mind, dear sister." Then Anna's eyes began to twinkle. "I have an idea!" she declared, and stood on her tiptoes to whisper into her sister's ear.
Now it was Elsa's turn to blush. "Anna, you can't be serious! Here? Now?"
"The door is shut," Anna murmured, and strode over to the door. "Locked. I've locked it now. You always give strict orders not to be disturbed. No one would dare barge in on us in this room, this… sanctum of the queen…"
Elsa's stomach squirmed. "But… papa…"
"You need to face your fear of him. You said yourself that you want this, but that mama and papa are holding you back – even now, even long after their deaths. This could be good for you! And besides, isn't it just tantalizing? Imagining him watching us in abject horror and not being able to do a thing about it?"
"Anna!" Elsa gasped. "How are you so scandalous?"
Anna smirked. "I'm not the one with a secret diary full of fantasies of all the ways I want to fuck my sister," she murmured.
Her eyes continued to flicker coquettishly and she began to saunter about the room. Elsa stood in shock as Anna circled her, and it was only after a moment that the queen realized her sister was stripping herself of her garb.
"When I bent over in my nightie," Anna murmured. "I could feel your eyes on my ass. I could feel your gaze, burning with lust. I imagined you biting your lip, wriggling. So very unseemly. Un-queenly. Wanton."
Anna was nearly naked and rubbing up close to Elsa. Her breath was hot.
"My ass comes up over and over in your… writings," Anna mused. "How plump it must be, how soft… whether I have freckles down there or not… how you used to sit at your window as I went about the garden just to get a glimpse of my posterior… and drool at the thought of my ass…"
"I never drooled!" Elsa cried. "And I never wrote that I did."
Anna laughed. "You have a fetish, dear sister. And I know a way to relieve you of queenly stresses that will satisfy that fetish, I'm sure. You want to be free of the weight of being queen? Let me be queen for an hour."
A tremor passed through Elsa's body once more, but this time it was a tremor of excitement. There was such a fierceness in Anna's voice.
"Back away from the desk, Elsa. That desk belongs to the sovereign. And I am so ready to rule over you."
Elsa backed away.
"Now… on your knees, Elsa," Anna ordered, and no sooner was it ordered than it was done. Elsa fell to her knees, drinking in her sister's now completely naked body and the piercing blue of her eyes.
Slowly, teasingly, Anna strode over to the desk. She ran her hands delicately over its smooth wood. God, Elsa wished Anna would run her hands over something else, something just as smooth – her skin. But Anna did not touch her. Instead, she bent over the desk and… oh… oh, God… her ass…
"Go on," said Anna softly. "Lick my ass. I know you want to. You've wanted to for so long."
"Anna, I-"
"'Dear diary," Anna intoned in a singsong voice, "'Anna tore her dress today out in the gardens. Oh, if only I could have gotten a peep of her butt! Oh, heaven forgive me!'" Anna laughed again, a laugh as lilting as her singsong. "You begged heaven's forgiveness, but you still lusted long and hard, didn't you? You still hung at the window, craving the sight. And at night, you let your fingers give you relief from your carnal desires… that helped, I'm sure… But you still felt such guilt, sweet thing… such shame. You don't deserve to feel that, dear sister. So, let it go. Let go of the shame… Embrace what you've always wanted. Have a taste of the forbidden fruit…"
Anna's butt was round and supple like a luscious peach. Heart racing, Elsa drew closer. At first, all she could do was press her face up against a soft cheek and run her face against it like a nuzzling dog.
Like a dog. Something in Elsa's heart of hearts liked that. A dog was so different than a queen. A dog was shameless, instinctual. A dog had no head heavy with a crown. All it had was loyalty… to its family… to its Mistress.
She kept nuzzling and then, with desperate hands, she spread her sister's cheeks. She kissed between them and then let her tongue slip from between her lips…
She felt so filthy.
Tongue slick against her sister's puckered asshole.
Face wedged between plump cheeks.
Lapping at that dark and secret place like a common whore.
But she kept licking.
Greedily.
Ravenously.
Wantonly.
She tasted the forbidden fruit and it tasted good.
She could hear Anna whimper beyond, but the world around Elsa was eclipsed by the heavy darkness of those beautiful cheeks.
Anna's ass was her whole world.
Anna's moans spurred her on – and she relished the feeling of dirtiness. It felt… liberating somehow.
"You love this, don't you?" Anna gasped. "You love being your sister's bitch!"
Elsa could only moan with pleasure, drooling like a dog, not wanting to tear herself from her sister's buttocks.
She slid her tongue up and down along Anna's ass crack, she planted fluttering kisses on her cheeks. She wanted to worship that ass…
And in worshipping, in slavering like a dog, she felt… power… power that came from the abdication of power, from surrender to Anna's will.
She thought of her father's eyes in the portrait hanging over them, how searing that gaze had seemed.
She thought of the phantoms that had come to her in dreams.
She thought of their parents looking down from heaven.
She imagined that faces – blanched – horrified – aghast – perhaps even ready to vomit.
Feeling all the agony and shame they had placed on her for all those long years…
I hope you're watching, she thought. I hope you'll keep watching and see all the filthy, filthy things we do. This is your legacy.
Fuck you.
