Author's Note: Me and Fenix are not responsible for the pants of every last one of the readers for the entirety of this chapter.

Chapter 12: The Desire

A Few Hours Later, Naamah's Palace

Naamah eventually returned to the guest room a few hours later, thankfully clothed. She immediately homed in on Dimitri, stopping a few feet away and crossing her arms over her ample chest.

She was still displeased, and obviously impatient.

"Enough waiting Blodfel." Her mood for the first time, Dimitri noted, was serious. "No more games. Make your decision now."

"We…we accept your offers." Dimitri said slowly, sounding like he was signing a warrant for something very unpleasant. Elsa had given him permission to speak for her, as she didn't want to speak to the demon any more than was required.

In truth, she didn't want to even look at Naamah right in the face. She was practically selling herself off and is just shamed her to the core.

"Very good. I look forward to -," Naamah purred momentarily, then she did a double take. "I'm sorry, did you say WE and OFFERS?"

"Yes, I did." Dimitri confirmed. "You have two toys now. The Ice Queen whom is your latest fantasy and me whom you pined above all else in your immortal sex life. Happy?"

Did he just called me a…

Elsa wasn't pleased to be referred to as a toy, but inwardly she knew that was how Naamah thought of her. Immediately she tried to convince herself things would be alright.

She's female too. I can't get pregnant from her, and she can't really take my virginity…I'll still be pure after this, in all but the stain it will leave on my soul…

As expected, Naamah was extremely pleased with the unexpected answer. "Oh, very much so Dimitri. I've been so deprived…"

Naamah turned around and started to sashay back to her chambers, crooking a finger as indication for the two to follow.

Dimitri and Elsa exchanged uneasy glances before following Naamah into her chamber. For that, they had to follow Naamah carefully around the almost maze like structure of her palace, until they reached a large flight of stairs. It took them a while to climb it, then it led to only a single walkway at the end, to a single unguarded door of black oak at the end of the foreboding passageway before them.

Other than the fact that it was smaller than the guest room, with a slightly more opulent bed, it looked just as similar to the rest of the rooms around the place. Naamah seated herself on a very large footrest, her legs spread out a little. Her tight dress noticeably forming a tunnel that flashed her lack of panties.

Elsa ignored it. Dimitri tore his gaze away.

"Let's make things DELICOUSLY interesting, shall we?" Naamah smiled sultrily, biting her the edge of the lower lip. "You won't be fucking me. At least, not right away…."

"Pardon me?"

Dimitri was sure he had misheard that. Naamah NEVER gave up a chance at sex. She would fuck anyone, and anything if she was desperate enough.

Wasn't she desperate for this?

"You're emotions have been the only thing keeping me sane this past day." Naamah twitched her fingers. "I've felt every urge you two have felt for each other."

The two magic users were embarrassed totally, refusing to look at each other, both unwilling to admit the attraction they both felt.

"So instead of fucking me…" Naamah was unhealthily gleeful. "You'll be fucking EACH OTHER for my entertainment!"

In unison, both of their mouths dropped open with a click.

Say WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?! Dimitri's mind reeled from shock.

What the – Dimitri and me…Is..is she SERIOUS!? Elsa herself was just as shocked as he was.

"And yes, I am deadly serious my young girl." Naamah aimed a finger at Elsa. "You two will have sex, it will be passionate, and I WILL get off on it, or you two will remain here until Blodfel gets sick of my company and kills every demon in this base on his escape."

She giggled to herself, in a lewd manner.

Dimitri looked at Elsa, uncertainty and the unspoken question in his gaze. What should I do…?

Elsa looked back. She had decided to do this, and she NEEDED the answer to who her father was. But somehow the deal got twisted and she was instead going to give up her virginity to a man she didn't know all that well. A man who unnerved her, and then acted as her loyal bodyguard for barely a day.

Yes, she was attracted to him, but this was different. Sex was taking things too far…everything recently had just been too far.

A sudden pang of raw emotion swept through the Snow Queen. She stumbled momentarily, clutching her head.

But…I want this…don't I?

Dimitri looked at her with concern, but was inwardly pleased with the corruption's timing. Despite the circumstances, some good will still benefit from this after all.

Naamah saw the hidden glint in his eye, and immediately knew what he was up to. She decided not to speak anyway. Her fun will not be ruined by Dimitri's petty personal schemes.

Elsa regained her balance Dimitri's concerned question rang out. "Are you all right?"

"Fine." Elsa replied, slightly dazed. "I'm…fine." This was the man who had agreed to suspend his lifelong mission of demon/angel slaying to help her. This was the man who had done nothing but try to keep her safe, and had done the best he could to keep her modesty intact. She may not have known much about him, but Elsa felt…she still couldn't understand how, that she could trust him. This situation seemed like she was pushing that trust, but what choice did she have? Insanity was not something she could live with, and if she had to go her entire life without knowing who her father was, insanity would be her fate.

"What would you have us do?" Elsa straightened up. She was covering the fear with false strength. Naamah could only once again be caught surprised by the lengths Elsa was willing to go to for the truth she wanted to sought.

"You are a virgin, yes?" Naamah asked. Elsa didn't need to say anything, as her face said it all. The demoness laughed.

"Silly question, of course you are. Marriage before sex and all that," She winked.

Naamah then gave Dimitri a teasing look. "Well then, show her Blodfel. You ARE the one who is fucking her after all."

Dimitri was nervous, but inwardly he was quivering with anticipation. He was about to be with the most gorgeous woman to ever grace the earth…in a lush bed, naked, and doing all sorts of sexy things with her.

For Elsa's benefit, his nervous expression was reassuring her that she wasn't the only one who's feeling uncomfortable.

He sighed, gesturing for her to sit on the bed beside him.

"I'll give you two a few moments." Naamah coyly giggled. "Have fun you two… I know I will."

Naamah left the room, shutting the door, leaving Elsa and Dimitri sitting beside each other on her bed, side to side.

"We're really going to have to do this, aren't we?" Elsa sounded resigned, half glancing at him. But there was something else in her voice. Anticipation? Nervousness? Desire? All of the above?

"As I told Naamah," Dimitri tried to put her mind at ease. "It is all your choice. I'll do what you command so long as you are under my protection."

Elsa gave a small, sad smile. "Am I really under your protection though? Or has my stubborn attitude in forcing you to bring me up here, damning us both?"

Dimitri was surprised to hear a curse word, mild as it was, from Elsa.

"Don't say that." Dimitri protested, facing her firmly. "Neither of us had any way of knowing Naamah was-"

Dimitri's word was suddenly cut off a flash of movement, and by Elsa's lips meeting his.

He stiffened for a moment, shocked.

Um, is this really happening? His mind managed to comprehend those words before it ceased to function normally. Instead it became completely focused on the woman before him.

Her lips were soft and warm, and her arms had wrapped around him without his notice, drawing him closer.

Why the hell not? His lips responded in kind, slowly, and he felt his hands pulling her closer to him, until their bodies were pressed against each other, breathing in the smell of each other as they kissed deeply.

Elsa's hair smelled like chocolate…with mint. Strange but true. Dimitri broke the kiss momentarily, his lips trailing on her neck, where his nose took a whiff of her hair.

"That was… INTOXICATING." Elsa gasped when he kissed her neck. "For a man who hasn't bathed in days, you smell nice…"

"Says the one who smells like mint chocolate." Dimitri smiled. He went in for another kiss, only for Elsa to shy her face away.

"Are we sure we're willing to do this?" She asked, half to herself, and half to Dimitri. Dimitri tilted his hand, and used a finger to turn her face back so that he was looking at him, her icy blue eyes meeting his blood red ones.

"Elsa, I've known you less than a week." He gently began. "I don't know if that's long enough to truly know someone, but I DO know that for the short time I have known you, I have…frankly speaking…fallen in love with you."

Elsa's stifled a gasp.

"It might not be true love," Dimitri continued slowly. "But then again, it might be. All I know is this; I would never do anything to hurt you, and I will respect any decision you make…and, I'll be right next to you if you need me to."

Honestly, he was sounding a little too awkward even his own standards. He gave a shrug, with a crooked smile. "Capice?"

Dimitri saw a single solitary tear fall from her right eye, and before he knew it, she reached for him and then they were locked in another passionate embrace, her soft lips mashing against his own rough ones. This time, it was different though this time. She really wanted to taste him this badly. Dimitri actually felt her desperation. She had become overwhelmed by passion, and opened her mouth slightly to the kiss, like she was trying to breathe him in until there was nothing left.

Trying an experimental probe, he allowed his own mouth to open slightly, touching her lips with his tongue. Her mouth opened wider, and their tongues mashed together in a dance for dominance, both starting to become overwhelmed by their urges.

Needling her closer, Dimitri pulled her up onto his lap. Elsa squealed, her expression pleading him to not be such a tease. Dimitri grinned back, biting her lip softly, and then kissing her deeply again. They both returned to the task at hand, neither being able to get enough of each other.

After a minute or so, Elsa broke the kiss. Dimitri saw her eyes showing a mad fire of passion within. Without a word, she started to unbuttoned his overcoat, laying a hand on his chest. Tentatively, her fingers traced down the muscled tone. Dimitri shivered under her touch, barely able to keep himself under control. Elsa noticed, and gave a sly grin, like she knew she was making him uncomfortable, and enjoyed it.

Eventually, she moved up to his shoulders, drawing swirls with her finger on his chest and making him utter a barely audible groan. She pushed the overcoat from his shoulders before tossing it on the floor. Dimitri shrugged with indifference. Her hands were magic, literally and now figuratively, each touch a sensational pleasure, each caress or gesture an explosion of ecstasy.

He was the experienced one here for crying out loud! She was a virgin, but had the touch of one who was an old hand at this.

She teased him, by simply caressing his chest and giving him shy, yet seductive looks, then coming back to his lips again for a brief moment. She the proceeded to trail her kisses over his hard abs and shoulders, seemingly intent on tasting every part of him. Her almost magical touch paired with the innocence she displayed, the once hidden lust now unraveling in her eyes, nearly drove him over the edge, and it was only through sheer will that he avoided taking her right then and there.

Stopping the kisses and shooting him a sensual smile, she grabbed his shoulders and pulled herself farther onto his lap, straddling him. Basically she in a position where she took control of the entire affair. And he was content to let her with how she was acting.

Now his hips were pinned between her own, she kissed him again, small repeated kisses that made him feel like his bones were becoming fire, and his blood of his veins were turning molten lead. His desire for her was so powerful it was painful, but it was a good pain.

"Where…" He tried to force out past the sensations that ripped through him. "Where did you…. learn this?"

Elsa stopped kissing him long enough to answer, her voice breathless. She was enjoying this as much as he was, completely lost in the pleasure.

"I read a lot." Elsa replied, her cheeks redder than it should be, for probably the first time in her life. "A few were for adults."

"Well you're certainly… ah!… putting their… erck!... teachings to good use." He said, barely able to speak as she continued her administrations with her hands and lips.

"You have no idea." Elsa sounded a little too seductive for her own standards, and for a moment, Dimitri wondered if Naamah had possessed her. Gone was the tender young woman who he had met in Arendelle. This was a sex goddess, overcome by lust, and able to incite the deepest passions in the most experienced men.

Dimitri was rock hard by this point. He nearly yelped, when Elsa leaned back to adjust her position, and…it bumped into her rear. She blushed slightly, giving Dimitri a naughty look.

"Someone else likes me." She joked.

Dimitri finally went over the edge, finally unable to take it anymore.

With a bearish growl, he grabbed Elsa by her waist and kissed her so hard he bruised her lips. She didn't protest though, ignoring the mild pain as she leaned into it, wanting more. He obliged, bending her over backwards until she slipped off, landing on her back on the bed.

He released her then, taking a moment to look at her. She was a goddess displayed out before him, perfect in every way, and blushing red with the sheer strength of his gaze. He looked like he wanted to see through her to divine the essence of her soul, and at this point, she was willing to let him.

Done with observation, he swooped down and began administrations of his own, landing light kisses along her collarbone, electing moans of pleasure from her. He landed a few on her cheek and lips, but mostly kept teasing, wanting her to pay for what she had just put him through. She didn't care, too swept up in the glory of what she was feeling.

She had been locked away all her life, and love had been a few kind words, and nothing more. Anna's hugs after the Endless Winter had felt glorious when she first allowed her sister in, but they had nothing on this. This was more than love, it was passion, it was desire…it…it was life.

So overcome by her emotions, Elsa's grip on her powers began to slip, and her dress disappeared in a burst of ice. She didn't care that she was mostly exposed to Dimitri though. Her desire for him was itching so badly it hurt. Her moans then filled the room, which served increased Dimitri's intensity of teasing her.

Dimitri didn't notice right away when the dress vanished, only noticing when he went up to land another kiss on her lips. When he returned back to his earlier work, his eyes caught the fact her dress gone, and nothing on but the bikini she had been wearing earlier in her bath.

Saints preserve me...

His arousal grew, and he finally decided that he had had enough of the games.

Leaning over her, Dimitri began to run his hands up and down her body, his hard calloused fingers feeling her smooth, flawless skin. He ran his hands up her silky long legs, over her flared hips, and over her slim waist. He then started to softly kiss her stomach.

She uttered a moan with each touch, letting out a small cry when he touched her hips. It felt like her thighs and legs had turned to jelly. Her desire grew even more uncontrolled, which she didn't think possible. She wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, barely able to move, as his teasing had left her muscles feeling relaxed and loose, like overcooked pasta.

"Enough teasing…Dimitri," She cupped his face. "Just do it…I…I love you, and I want to be with you…."

Whoa…did she really…WAIT! No Dimitri, no…she's just intoxicated by lust…and probably Naamah's spell drove her to…

He was still surprised to hear her say such a thing. Inwardly though, he couldn't really care as much for the mere words she gasped out.

"I thought you knew how it worked." He asked, giving a smug grin as he lifted her up, his hands on her smooth back, electing another small cry.

"I know how it works…" Elsa panted. "But the teasing is new. It only described how to pleasure a man."

"Not very good books then." He teased, giving her a quick but heated kiss. "The teasing of the opposite sex however, is the best part in here"

Dimitri gently cupped her left breast. Elsa gasped sharply, a pulse of heat hitting her loins as she collapsed back onto the bed. In a flash, she thawed the bikini top, wanting more, and not caring that she was now nearly naked to Dimitri.

He was stunned by the sudden appearance of the perfect milky globes of her breasts,

On second thought, screw the saints.

He quickly recovered as he did not want to make her wait. He leaned down and his tongue started licking her left nipple. She moaned much louder than before.

Damn me to Hell and back, she's cool to the touch, plus she's already pebble hard!

He sucked on the breast, and with his other hand, he let his fingers clasp on the other breast, and he slowly started to massage it.

She cried out.

"Ah! D-Dimitri…"

He began to knead the other, and her moaning picked up, becoming louder and more often and consistent. She was getting really short of breath.

Without realizing it, her hair had slipped from its braid, framing her face on a canvass of molten silvery gold. She tried to speak when they locked eyes, and he understood what she was trying to say, their entwined pleasure speaking for them.

Then the unexpected happened. The lower part of the bikini faded, revealing her full splendor to his eyes.

She was dripping wet, or at least, she would have been if it hadn't kept freezing and shattering into microscopic snowflakes. She had a small puff of hair down there, and the sight of her disrobed for his pleasure made him hit a new level of ecstasy, not even needing her touch to feel the pleasure of it. Her shy but inviting gaze was enough for him.

Not needing to say anything, Elsa watched as he stopped kneading her breasts, and his finger lightly fingered her lips. They locked momentarily before his face went down, trailing ticklish kisses downwards as he did so, his mouth leaving her chest and stomach feeling erratic.

She jerked at a whole new sensation, when a soft kiss was felt at her entrance. Dimitri grinned viciously as she mewled, when he ran one finger over her entrance, making her entire form shake.

OH…fuck yes, a nice maidenhead. Dimitri, you bagged the jackpot on this this one!

Dimitri felt like his bones were on fire, almost feeling like it would burn through his skin. Slowly, he ran a finger over her slit, steadily rubbing and teasing her, trying to arouse her into release. Her hips bucked as she lost control of her own body, mewling and crying out for more. Snow began to fall in the room, and ice froze over the walls, only to melt moments later.

He continued to assault her folds with now two fingers rubbing on them in methodical fashion. Elsa was at this point moaning consistently with sheer lust satiated happiness.

"Elsa…this isn't enough now is it?"

She whimpered back, half wondering what he meant.

The answer made her gasp and choke at the same time.

Dimitri's tongue was inside her, wildly licking and sucking on her folds while his fingers continued to rub and pleasure it at the same time.

Sooner than she could feel, Elsa was driven closer, and closer, and closer to the pinnacle of her being. Her hands grasped the folds of the bed, shaking even as they tried to maintain a firm hold on the cloth.

Never before had she felt such intensity driving inside her being after the Eternal Winter. This was far from it. This was beyond what she felt like being free in her ice palace alone from all worries in life.

Thing is, life had, indeed…she realized, so much more to offer.

A throbbing pressure emanated somewhere in her stomach. It pulsed at first, then growing concentrated with each time Dimitri tasted her. His tongue thrusted in and out, in and out…yet at the same time wiggling and hungrily savoring her womanhood…

"D-Dimitri! I-I-Ah-AAHHH!"

Finally she let out a keening wail, and pulled on Dimitri's mouth, pulling it deeper into her clitoris, the unimaginable feeling turning her to mush as she finally went over the edge of pleasure and into the bliss of release.

Dimitri's mouth trickled of her release. With a grin, they indeed, as he imagined was icy cool to the taste but still sweet nevertheless.

Oh Elsa…were not done yet sweetheart, not just yet…

His hands wiped his mouth, and he slowly tasted the remnants of juices, one by one from each finger.

With a sigh, Elsa collapsed, unable to move. The orgasm she had felt…it made her feel like she was about to die, but she would have died happy. The feeling had been indescribable, the pleasure unmeasurable, and she was overwhelmed by…by…

Love? Love for…for Dimitri? Was this what…love, felt like?

Even though it must have been impossible to control himself, he had still drove, elicited, and made her to achieve her first orgasm in her life.

Now perhaps, it was time to change that and return the favor.

Dimitri though apparently looking like the composed one, he actually felt like exploding right now, as the desire to act on his urges was so powerful, till he could ravage her right now on the spot. But he still held himself back, his barely functioning mind telling him to wait until she recovered to respond to him.

I…I can…wait. No problem…

He sighed, and then registered that Naamah had been sitting on a chair since Elsa's dress had faded, naked and pleasuring herself when she watched their performance. She had released at the same time Elsa had, Elsa's cries drowning out her own, and he couldn't tell if she was awake or asleep.

Like I care… Though his eyes still glanced at her ample chest and her sticky fingers.

He stopped looking when he felt Elsa's soft hands on his abdomen.

"We aren't done yet." She said softly, her voice though frail, was still sultry enough to give him another jolt down there. "You dealt with me, but now I deal with you…."

Dimitri returned his attention to her, and was struck by the mix of emotions in her eyes. Desire, love, and…fear.

"Well?" She asked, teasingly. "Am I the only one of us who has to strip?"

"Getting wild aren't we?" Dimitri responded with a chuckle and stood up at the edge of the bed. He slipped off his pants, revealing his undergarments poking out a massive bulge.

Elsa looked taken aback for a moment.

Dimitri chuckled. "It's not monstrously huge, if that's what you're wondering."

"I'll be the judge of that." She managed to smile back as she kneeled in front of him, the innocence of her steady gaze on her crotch combined with her current pose, was making him crazy.

"Someone seems happy to hear the news." She teased, laying a hand on his covered length and electing a twitch from Dimitri. "Now, let's get these off…"

Don't freak out, don' freak out, don't fucking freak out!

Elsa laid her hands at his waist as he remained standing, head raised and eyes closed. His body shivered under her touch. She pulled his undergarments down slightly, enough to bare his sharp hipbones. She ran her hands over them before pulling on the garment with more force, encountering slight resistance.

With a jerk, the garment fell down to his feet, his length springing free and bumping into her face.

"Oh my!"

Dimitri was trying not to laugh. "My apologies."

Though she was surprised, at the length of his erection…this was so not what the books showed her!

Reality can be...well surprising.

But quickly did she put it out of her mind, instead thinking back to what the books again, about what it really taught her.

"You're not going to scare me this easily…in case you're wondering." Elsa tried to avoid the rhythmic bobbing of his length from hitting her face again.

Dimitri scratched the back of his hair, seemingly indifferent to her words. "Well then prove it."

Immediately he knew he regretted…oh wait maybe not so much when he said that

She was running one finger up the length of his shaft, her intention obviously was to tease him the same way he had teased her into orgasmic bliss.

He shuddered and let out a moan. Elsa smiled, she was determined to make him break before she did.

Wrapping her hand around his long shaft, she…she…she started to massage it!

It made him inhale sharply, groaning in a near bestial manner.

That's new! He barely was able to form a coherent thought. Naamah just gave oral, not this!

It continued. And Dimitri's occasional groans was music to Elsa's ears.

She was really trying to break Dimitri's will before she herself could. Especially since she occasionally switched both hands to do the job, probably to experiment her skills. He felt her fingers delicately holding his foreskin, and…wait what?!

FUCK…she's jerking me off!

Dimitri was clenching so hard his nails drew blood from his palm as he tried to maintain control. He became unable to focus on anything, with blood roaring loudly in his ears.

Elsa however heard a sultry moan, and finally noticed the sexually deprived Naamah. The demoness was pleasuring herself to Elsa's administrations towards Dimitri, but she looked woefully unhappy.

"Oh, this isn't working!" She exclaimed. Dimitri was still unable to pay attention to anything, lost in the haze of Elsa's hand works.

Naamah got up brusquely, the chair toppling over snaked over to Elsa, kneeling beside her.

"Now you've gone and gotten me hornier than masturbation can solve!" Naamah was breathless at this point. "So now, you share. Move over Ice Queen!"

Elsa was unable to think of anything except how she needed Dimitri, as this sexual overdrive of lust and desire had taking over her mind. She immediately stopped jerking Dimitri off, took a position behind him, wrapped her arms around him and started to rub against him with her breasts. As she did it, her tongue swirled at his neck and his ear, tasting his sweat.

Naamah wasted no time and quickly grabbed his shaft and immediately started to suck on it, swirling it around in her hungry mouth and running her tongue all over it.

Dimitri let out a yelp at the new sensation, and noticed that Naamah had joined and was immediately sucking off him.

The hell…why would…why would she…?

Oh wait, she's…never mind…she's still here…and she…mmmmmm, yeah, oh yeah….urrrrghhh!

That's what his mind thought last before falling back into the raging sea that was his lust.

Elsa quickly realized that all of Dimitri's attention was suddenly focused on Naamah's slobbering mouth. With an unfamiliar snarl, she decided to get even with Dimitri for ignoring her for a split second.

Any trace of the normal Elsa was consumed by her awoken sexual urges. And a delicious, diabolical idea popped in that delusional state of mind she was in.

She went over to Naamah and whispered something in her ear. The demoness smiled, releasing Dimitri's shaft with a pop, and gave Elsa a sultry grin in response.

"You're such a DIRTY little girl…" She said, not sounding displeased in the least. An understatement actually, for she was now hornier than ever.

Eh…why'd they stop…

Dimitri was finally able to think again. His eyes opened slowly, wondering what just happened, and the first thing he caught, was the two women in front of him began to kiss.

"GAAAHHH!"

His initial reaction was to gag, surprised yet turned on by their actions. His already ram-rod straight length became as hard as a diamond would.

Instincts told him to dive in the fun, but when he went to join them, Naamah playfully shoved him away, making him fall into her chair. At the exact same moment, Elsa froze his hands to the chair with icy manacles, and he saw them both smile as they resumed their kiss.

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-! " He cursed, realizing they were playing with him.

The two women kissed some more, savoring each other's mouth...but it wasn't enough.

Elsa went down on Naamah, shocking Dimitri with her initiative and lust. Their breasts rubbed and mashed together as they kissed, but it lasted only a moment before Elsa's mouth moved down to her thighs.

No… She WOULDN'T…

She did. Elsa began to lick Naamah's slit, running her tongue over the demoness's slick folds and making her thrash with pleasure. After a minute of teasing, she suddenly jammed her tongue in the opening, making Naamah cry out in pure ecstasy. Elsa continued playing for a few minutes, Naamah remarkably not reaching climax as Elsa snuck occasionally glances at Dimitri, seemingly enjoying the torture she was inflicting on him.

She is…a fast learner. I'd give that…Oh fuck I've never been harder my entire life…

Elsa withdrew her tongue. Naamah spoke, managing to retain her powers of speech.

"What do you think?" She trilled. "Has he had enough?"

Elsa looked at the pained look Dimitri was wearing and smiled, her eyes glinting with mischief.

"No, and neither have you." She said, inserting a finger into Naamah's folds.

OH SHIT!

Naamah gasped at the sudden sensation, and Elsa inserted two more fingers, thrusting and twirling them around inside, making the demoness explode between bouts of groaning and yelling in sexual ecstasy. It wasn't long before Naamah was slick with sweat, her breasts glinting in the lantern light.

Elsa still continued with much more vigorous force, and Naamah started to cry out louder and louder, her hips bucking up to meet Elsa's fingers. Elsa drove them deeper and deeper until they could reach up to her knuckle level. Naamah screamed, and her hips bucked just as Elsa's fingers entered wholly, which almost included Elsa's entire petite hand. Elsa could only smiled with triumph as Naamah thrashed, fluids coating Elsa's buried hand and leaking past it. Then, Naamah promptly collapsed, panting as Elsa withdrew her sticky fingers

Wiping her hand on the blankets, Elsa pensively looked at a really angry Dimitri.

"Should I let him loose?" She asked curiously.

"I don't know." Naamah, somehow, managed a playful tone through her rapidly recovering exhaustion. "Dimitri…dear? Do you want to be free?"

"I swear," Dimitri ranted, nearly insane with the urge to take Elsa, ravage her senseless, and make her pay. "When I DO get free, I'll turn your bones to fire, grind you innards senseless and you'll beg me for mercy!"

Elsa was taken aback by the venomous response, but Naamah laughed. "He means he'll fuck you so good that you'll feel like your crotch is on fire, and you'll beg for more."

Hesitant with anticipation of what was about to happen, Elsa released Dimitri.

She half expected him to hoist her on her shoulder, slam her on the bed and animalize her.

However, he got up slowly and deliberately, before taking two large steps forward and taking Elsa in his arms, pressing them so close together that it felt like they were being compressed into one person as they kissed. He vaguely registered that Naamah had let out a sharp cry and was masturbating again, but he ignored it, too focused on the goddess standing before him. Her body fit perfectly with his, and she matched his passion.

Honestly speaking, he could hold onto this goddess in such an embrace for a long time…

But he had other intentions.

Dimitri gently laid Elsa back down on the bed, keeping their embrace as he lay poised over her, silently asking her permission.

She gave it.

With one smooth thrust, he pierced her to her very core, making her cry out in pain, tears running from her eyes. Her nails dug into his back, drawing blood and leaving marks, and her legs locked around his hips, drawing him close.

Immediately he kissed her hard, seeking to distract her from the pain. He tongued her for good measure. Thankfully after a while, the tears stopped coming. She broke the kiss slowly, their saliva trickling down each other's chins.

She stifled a choked gasp.

"Please…don't stop." That was all he needed.

For once God, I have to thank you…just this once. I'm still gonna kill you though, but…for now…

Slowly, he began to thrust in and out, her slick walls clenching him like a vise and making it near impossible to keep himself under control. Her moans rapidly devolved into shouts and cries for more, and he sped up, driving himself a little deeper each time as he ran his hands over her body, seeking to give her as much pleasure as possible. Dimitri himself could barely keep himself under control, groaning at the myriad of sensations. He finally lost control and buried himself up to the hilt, making Elsa scream at the sudden intrusion. He didn't care though, thrusting like an animal as her scream of pain became screams of pleasure, and then becoming a brutal mix of both sensations.

Naamah had crawled over and locked lips with Elsa, and the two women French kissed while Dimitri and Elsa met with each other again and again, both nearing the edge.

Naamah was rubbing herself as she kissed Elsa, and was dripping wet. She was really desperate to achieve orgasm faster than anyone else in here apparently.

The three occupants were moaning in unison as they all neared climax. It was Naamah who went first unsurprisingly, and she released Elsa, shrieking as she squirted on the sheets before collapsing in a sexy heap at the end of the bed.

Elsa had her nails dug so far into Dimitri by this point that he would have sworn she was tearing muscle, and she was jerking badly, her hips meeting Dimitri with each thrust. They stared into each other's eyes, neither willing to look away, struck by the…love…they each found in each other.

The saying goes, all good things, came to an end, as all things do. But what a glorious end it was for them…

Elsa screamed at the top of her lungs, releasing Dimitri and arching her back so she was only touching the bed with her head and feet. Her walls clenched even tighter on Dimitri, and his shaft felt like he was nearly being crushed. That drove him over the edge, and he gave short shout as his shaft pulsed. Elsa's walls were seemingly intent on squeezing every last drop out of him.

Dimitri finally screamed, a loud demonic roar that erupted from the core of his soul, as he released. Elsa surprised she was at his climax reaction, could barely register anything but the feeling of something foreign trickling in her folds…

They remained like that, locked in unimaginable ecstasy for almost a minute before both of them abruptly collapsed in a sweaty heap, barely awake. Neither spoke for several minutes as Dimitri withdrew from Elsa, and slumped his back on the bed.

With a gentle tug of his arm, he moved her body up to lie beside him on the pillow. Elsa, exhausted and tired, imagined to turn her face to look at Dimitri.

As they tried to regain some of their energy, Dimitri felt Elsa's hand reaching out to grab his left shoulder. He then registered the rest of her heart shaped head which then settled on his chest.

He found that oddly adorable, seeing her tired eyes drooping while she was in her arms.

"That…." Elsa breathed, "was…. indescribably…. amazing…."

"That wasn't… my first time…" Dimitri responded, exhausted. "But you…. You're something else…"

Elsa didn't reply, but just proceeded to fall asleep, safe in Dimitri's arms.

"Heh, she's outta it…"

And so was he.

Eventually he followed suit, but not before did a horrible thought. That one thought that should've stopped him from going with this plan and should've made him man up, and kill everyone else in here, including Naamah and just getting Elsa free from this prison and safely home.

The consequential afterthought of his poor decision crossed his mind.

For the first time, he actually felt worried. His worries did not just reach out for his own being, which he'd been doing a solid job for quite a ridiculously ancient time…that too with Chaos and multitudes of demons, monsters, humans…and against Heaven and Hell…

He would continue to run, adapt, and survive. But…he has been running…running…and running…for so long…

Am…I…tired? Tired of…why…why in the world…why was I born…why must I…they all died…it's not my fault…no…

He swept back a loose strand of hair across Elsa's beautiful face.

Dimitri Blodfel. What have you done?

For a bunch of virgins, we both really worked our asses off to create something so...sexually provocative. Leave a review if you liked what Fenix and I wrought up in here. :)

Next time on Our Darkest Desires. A skirmish breaks out somewhere in the base, and it's not a normal one.