One-shot Smutty Kinkfest NSFW (Porn with no plot BDSM dominance play) TW: depictions of physical violence turning sexual in nature that may be triggering to some people, you have been warned.
Knock knock knock-knock knock.
The familiar sound of Anna's signature knock stirred Elsa from her thoughts. "Come in," she said warily. She'd been doing her best to keep her distance from Anna, not something she was particularly proud of but she felt it a necessity. Since that moment she had held Anna in her arms out on the ice, seconds after her sister had thawed...a deep and unyielding love had begun to bloom within Elsa's own icy heart. A love so much deeper than what a sister should feel for her sibling.
The door creaked open slowly, her precious, beautiful little sister entering quietly before shutting the door behind her. She was dressed in a forest green floor-length nightgown, obviously ready for bed. Elsa glanced at the clock, surprised to find it was already eleven at night. She'd been delving into the sea of paperwork that awaited her with gusto, any excuse she could find to avoid Anna as much as possible. But, alas, she had also promised Anna she would never lock her door again, so she could only avoid her for so long.
Anna cleared her throat. Elsa's eyes snapped back to the young woman whose gaze was downcast, her fingers fidgeting in front of her. "Um..." she started, her voice quiet and subdued. "Can we talk?" she finally asked.
Elsa swallowed the thick lump in her throat, knowing she would be unable to get out of this conversation. Nodding, she turned her chair around from her desk so she could face her sister without having to join her on the only other seating in her room, her bed. Anna seemed to notice, glancing back and forth between the blonde and her bed before making her way over to the bed anyway.
Once she was seated, legs tucked underneath herself, she once again returned to fidgeting. "Well," she started, voice still low and hesitant. "Its been a week since your Coronation. A-And I know you have a lot of work and responsibilities now, being Queen and all." Her eyes flickered up to glance at Elsa before looking back down at her lap. "I was just...I was hoping we could spend some time together...like when we were little." She finally lifted her head, eyes meeting Elsa's neutral gaze. "I...I miss you, Elsa."
Elsa couldn't hold her sister's gaze, glancing towards the window to give herself something to focus on, trying to ignore the pain her words would undoubtedly cause. "I'm sorry, Anna," she replied evenly, voice as passive as her face. "I've had a tremendous amount of work to catch up on since my Coronation. I...can't promise anything right now, there's far too much to be done and so little time throughout the day." She was actually rather proud of herself for getting through her little rehearsed speech without any hitch. She'd practiced it several dozen times in preparation for this conversation, after all.
A small sigh drew her eyes unwillingly back to the redhead. "Elsa...why don't you want to spend time with me?"
The blonde's brow furrowed, not expecting her sister to call her out so quickly. "Why would you think I don't want to spend time with you?"
Anna gave her a mirthless smile in response to her deflecting answer. "I've already spoken with several members of your Council, and even discussed it with Kai, trying to see if there was anything I could do to help with your workload." Elsa's eyes went wide, her pulse jumping. "They say you've refused all assistance offered to you, stating-and I quote-you 'don't want to burden anyone more than you already have.'" She gave a gentle glare, eyeing the monarch closely. "So, do you want to explain why you're taking on the burdens of an entire Kingdom without accepting even the most basic of help from your subjects?"
Elsa looked back to the window, unable to hold her sister's searching gaze. She thought of what she could say, anything that would satisfy her sister's curiosity while keeping her budding feelings from seeing the light of day. "It is as the people you have interrogated have said. The Eternal Winter has left our country in so much disarray. I've put people's lives on hold enough as it is, I simply do not wish to do so further."
She looked back to meet her sister's gaze, trying to reinforce her statement, but her sister was already shaking her head, sighing deeply. "Why do you feel you need to lie to me, Elsa?" Again, Elsa's eyes widened briefly in surprise. "You cleared up every issue that came from the Eternal Winter within the first two days of your return. I know, I looked at the logs of your meetings before I decided to approach you."
Thinking quickly, Elsa gestured to the large stack of papers on her desk that she had been working through. "Obviously there are other issues that require my attention, Anna."
Again, Anna was already shaking her head before Elsa had even closed her mouth. "Why don't you regale me of these absolutely pressing matters of state that require the attention of the highest power of our country, the Queen herself." There was a mocking challenge in her voice that had Elsa glancing at the letter she had been reading over. A request from an outlying village asking to increase their allotted livestock from the capital. From three cattle to four.
Anna's smirk said she already knew what those proposals were, a mocking quirk of a single brow-why did she choose that mannerism of mine to pick up? Growing frustrated at her sister's blatantly informed cornering of the Queen, Elsa stood from her chair and huffed. "I do not need to explain my running of this kingdom to you, Anna."
Anna rose to her feet as well, a frown on her lips as she crossed her arms over her chest. "No, I suppose you don't. I'm just your sister after all. Just the Princess, the spare. It's not like I'm needed."
Her voice had taken on a choked note near the end, causing Elsa to take a few involuntary steps forward. "Oh Anna, you are not just a spare to me!" Cringing, she hugged herself. "I never meant to make you feel as though you were not needed. I need you more than you could ever know." She swallowed, biting the inside of her cheek to keep from saying more. She had already said too much as it was.
A loud bang snapped Elsa's eyes up to find her sister's hand resting against one of her bed's posts. "Actions speak louder than words, Elsa, and you know what your actions have told me? That you would rather bury yourself in a mountain of paperwork than even spend a few minutes in my presence!" She took a step forward, putting them only a few feet apart now. She jabbed a finger at Elsa. "Your door may be open now, but you're more closed off from me than ever before!"
Elsa took an involuntary step backwards, uncertain in the face of Anna's righteous anger. "A-Anna...I-"
"No," the younger woman cut her off. "No more lies! I'm tired of this! I want to spend time with you, Elsa. I want things to be like they were when we were kids. I just got you back, after thirteen years of being there for you, talking to you through a door, obsessing over you!" The girl shook her head, taking several more steps closer. "You're all I've thought about for thirteen years! You're all I think about now, all I know, all I care about! I wake to the thought of you and go to sleep with your name on my lips!"
Elsa had backed herself up against her desk, her hands grasping the wood as if its solid surface would hide the shaking in her body. Anna...thought about me that much? She didn't get to think much before Anna was standing directly in front of her, glaring at her with tears shining in her eyes.
"And you," she spat, voice rough from holding back her tears. "You still want to shut me out! You want to pretend I don't exist! What did I do to deserve this?!" She grabbed her hair and pulled it in frustration. "Whatever I did, please, just tell me! Yell at me, punish me, hurt me, spit in my face, I don't care! Just whatever it is, I'm sorry!" She was crying now, tears pouring down her cheeks as she grasped desperately at her sister's dress. "Stop being such a frigid bitch and let me love you!"
Anna's face snapped to the side, the sound of a slap still echoing through the room. The pain was evident in the glowing red mark across her cheek. Elsa just stood there, her hand stinging, panting harshly as she tried to understand what she'd just done.
"Anna-" she tried to speak, her rough voice failing her. No, no this isn't what I wanted!
She expected Anna to scream, to yell at her some more, to strike her in return at least. She didn't expect her sister to meet her gaze with such...longing. She was panting hard now, her lips parted slightly as she stared at her sister.
"Oh Anna," Elsa said, her voice cracking. "I'm s-so sorry! I didn't mean to-"
"Again," Anna said, voice clear even as she began to shake all over. When Elsa just stared at her in confusion, Anna's grip on her dressed tightened. "Hit me again," she whispered. "Please, Elsa." The sound of her voice, so desperate and yearning...it stirred something inside of Elsa, a longing that had her breath stuttering.
"Anna?" she questioned quietly, her voice trembling. The chaos that had invaded her thoughts moments before was gone, replaced with an aching need that was slowly burning its way through her veins, making its presence known heavily between her clenched thighs. There was a storm building inside her mind, begging to be unleashed on the young woman in front of her.
Anna's parted lips closed as she swallowed hard. "I...I want you to hit me again...please."
Elsa shook her head, out of her depth and completely confused by her sister's request and her own body's reactions. "But...I don't want to hurt you."
The redhead's eyes flashed with anger again, her hands gripping the older woman's dress shoving her hard against the desk before she let go, taking several steps away from the Queen, gesturing wildly. "I love you, Elsa! I've loved you from the moment I first drew breath, and I have loved you from behind a closed door for over a decade! But you...you were fine weren't you, hiding behind closed doors, uncaring for the pain you put me through!" She turned to face Elsa directly, stomping her foot angrily. "I wonder sometimes if you'd rather I'd died out on the fjords-"
Elsa moved quicker than she thought possible, her hand flashing out as she reached her sister, the sound of her hand striking the girl's face again loud in the small room. "How dare you!" she shouted, her voice shaking from not only anger, but the tears now leaving frozen tracks down her cheeks. "You are the only thing that has ever mattered to me, you selfish little brat!" She grabbed the redhead by her gown, shoving her hard against the bedpost behind her as her anger unfurled itself like a viper. "I sacrificed a lifetime of freedom just to keep you safe! I gave up everything for you, so I would never risk hurting you again! And now when I decide to do the same again, you push and push and push!"
Anna was panting again, her body trembling beneath Elsa's grip, her fingers tracing her cheek almost reverently. When she spoke, her voice was soft and quiet. "W-What are you trying to protect me from?" Her eyes were locked on to Elsa's, and it was then the older royal realized what she was seeing in the younger sister.
Anna was...excited by the way she was being treated. Then she remembered the girl's earlier words, "Punish me, hurt me, spit in my face, I don't care!" This...this was what her sister wanted from her. Anna loved her...she wanted her, but this was how she wanted to express it.
Elsa's eyes widened as she finally began to understand. Anna wanted to be loved by Elsa the way Elsa craved her, even if it was in this warped way. And Elsa...she could feel the excitement pooling between her thighs as she loosened her grip on the girl's nightgown. She could see Anna's nipples standing erect beneath the thin material, the girl's shaking figure so close to being bare to her suddenly hungry gaze.
What are you trying to protect me from? Smirking at her newfound conclusion, Elsa's back straightened with her growing confidence, her long, delicate fingers wrapping around Anna's throat as she pulled the girl's body flush against her own. "This," she growled, her lips pressing firmly against the younger woman's. Anna's breath drew in sharply through her nose, whimpering as her eyes fell closed. Her body became pliant to the blonde's ministrations, lips opening as Elsa's tongue probed incessantly, allowing her entrance willingly. Elsa held her sister in place as she plundered the girl's mouth, exploring as much of the redhead's warmth as her tongue could reach. It was such a delectable sensation to have Anna not only accepting of her advanced but encouraging them as well.
Anna tasted of chocolate and cinnamon, a spicy flavor that was uniquely Anna. She wrenched her lips away as Anna began pushing back against her, fingers digging into the sides of her neck in warning. "Oh no you don't," she hissed, barely recognizing her own voice for how fierce it was. "You, my dear Anna, have been such a disrespectful little girl." Anna began trembling uncontrollably at the sound of Elsa's voice, nodding quickly in agreement. She really likes this, Elsa thought to herself, awed by the trust and love the girl held for her.
Removing her hand from Anna's neck, she decided to test things further as she walked around her to the bed before turning back to her sister. She snapped her fingers, pointing at the bed. "Sit," she demanded, uncertain where this dominant side was coming from but enjoying Anna's response all the same.
Anna, for her part, shook her head defiantly. Elsa's eyes narrowed, wavering for a moment in the face of her sister's reticence. It took only a glance into Anna's eyes, though, to see the desire and longing there. It seemed Elsa was going to have to exert her dominance before Anna submitted. Her smirk returned slowly to her lips as she strutted slowly back to stand in front of her sister.
"Fine," she said evenly, eyes never leaving her sisters. Her hand lashed out, gripping one of the redhead's braids and jerking down roughly. Anna cried out, stumbling forward in her surprise. Elsa kept her grip on the young girl, eyes slowly appraising her up and down. Her eyes were drawn to her bare wrists, a devious idea developing in her mind.
Releasing her hair, she pointed her fingers at Anna's wrists, magick swirling around her bare flesh before solidifying into twin bracelets of ice. Magic continued to swirl around her, chains of ice taking form as Elsa directed her powers up to the top of the bedpost, the chains attaching themselves there. Another flick of her wrists forever Anna's hands into the air, stretched taut above her head.
Elsa stepped back to eye her handiwork. Anna was panting and whimpering, testing her bonds only to find them solid and very real. Elsa's breath caught in her chest. Seeing Anna in such a vulnerable, compromising position caused her body to clench at the delicious sight. She had to constantly remind herself that Anna wanted this, but at the same time she felt she was almost too far gone to care. She would finally get to take what was rightfully hers...what she had worked so hard to protect for all of those years.
"You know," she began, voice deceptively casual as she leaned in close to her sister, "I've always wondered something." She took a deep breath, suppressing a shudder at the scent of her sister's arousal clinging to the air. She drew back and met her sister's anxious, needy gaze. She slowly brought her hand up between them, every action meant to draw her sister's gaze, and conjured a small, sharp blade of ice. The sudden flash of apprehension in her sister's eyes made her chuckle darkly. "How far down do those freckles go?"
With purposeful slowness, she reached out and took her sister's gown by the collar, holding it out away from the girl's body as she drew the blade down the material, parting the silken nightdress as if it were paper. A few slits to the sleeves and the remains of the gown fell to the floor, leaving Anna bare save for a pair of matching green panties. For the first time since they were children, she was seeing her sister's body bared to her hungry gaze, and she felt herself growing ravenous at the sight.
Anna's body was perfect. From her pert breasts-a bit smaller than Elsa's but still quite the sight-to the curve of the girl's hips. Elsa found Anna's body to be the definition of heaven to her eyes. And true to thought, those freckles peppered the young redhead's skin from head to toe, and the Queen found herself anticipating trailing her lips over every single one of them.
Still, unwilling to break from their dominance play, she stepped forward, the blade still held aloft between them. There was still a hint of apprehension in her sister's eyes, but there was no real fear. Want, desire, lust, yes, but there was not the slightest bit of fear. It was humbling, and Elsa told herself she would spend the rest of her life trying to earn that unwavering love her sister held for her.
"Hmm, again you've been a naughty girl, Anna," she chastised. "No bra? Wandering the halls this time of night, clad only in that lovely little slip of silk? One would think you were searching for some sort of...attention." She deliberately lowered the temperature of the room by several degrees, enjoying the further puckering of her sister's nipples in reaction, as well as the pronounced shiver that shook the girl's body.
Gaze turning to a glare as a thought came to her, Elsa pressed the blade tip forward into Anna's chest. "Did anyone see you roaming around in such a scandalous state?" she demanded, feeling her chest tighten at the thought of one of the guards having seen her sister dressed so. She let the cold from her blade flow onto her sister's skin briefly, the young girl gasping at the admittedly terrifying position.
"N-No," she replied, her voice quavering.
Elsa withdrew the blade, only to lay an open-handed slap across the redhead's cheek, sending her head snapping to the side. "I am your Queen!" she growled decisively. "You will address me properly, little Princess!"
Anna's legs were clenched tightly together as she whimpered from the pain of the strike. "Y-Yes, my Queen. I'm sorry." She paused, meeting Elsa's eyes as she lost her submissive mien momentarily. "Gods, Elsa," she whispered desperately, "Please, I need you."
Elsa felt herself clench at the unrestrained desire in her sister's voice, losing her own dominant attitude for a moment as she disintegrated her knife, cupping Anna's face with her hand and drawing her in, kissing her roughly yet lovingly. Her tongue danced with her sister's fervently, moans echoing from one throat to the other. Elsa switched her grip from the girl's cheek down to her throat again, pushing her back flush against the bedpost as Elsa regained the fierceness from earlier.
"Ungrateful cur," she whispered harshly against Anna's throat as she leaned forward, leaving a stinging bite to her exposed this l flesh. "You don't get to make demands of me. I will give you what you deserve, so if you're a good girl tonight, I might consider rewarding you." She drew back as she met her sister's eyes, letting the piercing desire she felt show through the smoldering look she gave the girl. "Is that understood?"
Anna nodded her head quickly, only to gag and tilt her head back as Elsa gripped her throat briefly in reprimand. "Y-Yes, Your Majesty, I'll do anything you want. Whatever you want, anything." She paused, gulping air as a small sheen of tears lit her desperate eyes. "I just want your love."
Elsa faltered, briefly coming to her senses as she took in her position, standing in front of her sister whom she had stripped bare to her eyes, nearly strangling the girl for Elsa's own pleasure. Yet even as she hesitated, she knew she couldn't relent. They had set a precedence with their roles clearly defined and she had to remain true to her place as the dominant Ice Queen. She smirked as she felt Anna squirming at her fingertips, remembering that this little game was what her sister wanted from her, and she was more than wiling to play her part.
Drawing her hand back, she briefly scraped her nails across the skin of Anna's neck, pausing to admire the bare beauty of the slender column. Then, with a small hmph, she sent her powers flowing around the girl's neck, coalescing her magick until it solidified into a tightly fitting collar. She stepped back to admire her work, the intricately woven bands of ice standing out beautifully against the perpetual flush of Anna's skin.
"That's better," Elsa said, satisfied. "Now everyone will know to whom you belong."
Anna's whimper brought the Queen's gaze back up, meeting the girl's teal eyes questioningly. "M-May I..." Elsa raised an eyebrow, glaring impatiently as her voice cut off uncertainly. "May I see it?"
Elsa considered the request for a moment, glaring at her sister until the girl began to squirm where she stood while tapping a finger to her chin. "I don't know, I don't think you've earned that right yet. You're lucky I collared you at all, little girl."
Anna seemed to shrink under her sister's reproving gaze. "I'm sorry, my Queen. I promise, I'll behave. I'll obey you, whatever you ask."
The blonde royal stood there a second longer, drawing out the moment just long enough to have her sister's gaze drop to her feet. It was a fetching sight, to be sure, but Elsa could think of a better pose for her little Princess.
Snapping her fingers, the chains binding the girl's hands above her disappeared. Anna floundered for a moment, stumbling forward briefly before she caught her balance. Another snap of Elsa's fingers created a leash of ice that attached itself to the collar around the redhead's throat. Giving it a jerk, Elsa pointed at the floor. "On your knees!"
The order had barely left Elsa's lips before Anna's knees hit the floor. Elsa gave a tug of the leash until Anna's head raised, forcing the girl to meet her heated gaze. "A dirty cur such as yourself has but one use to me." With a flick of her wrist, she disintegrated the lower half of her dress, baring her dripping womanhood to her sister's wide-eyed gaze.
Another flick of her wrist drew Anna's arms behind her back where the cuffs at her wrists clasped tightly together. Elsa allowed her body to fall backwards, her magic already filling the space behind her as a large throne of ice appeared. It looked much the same as the one she had inherited with her crown, though the frigid cold pouring off of it was sufficient to remind her single subject to whom she belonged.
Spreading her thighs, she pulled her sister along until the redhead was kneeling between them. Without the use of her hands, Anna seemed to struggle to keep herself upright, but that was fine with Elsa. She wanted to see the girl struggle, to watch how she would overcome her restrictions.
Slipping her free hand down over her body, Elsa released the rest of her dress in a slow, deliberate fashion, allowing it to slough from her body. The way Anna's gaze followed with such rapt attention sent a heady rush through the Queen, her presentation ending with her fingers between her legs, spreading her flowering womanhood to the Princess's hungry gaze. Without thought, Anna began to move forward, intent upon the blonde's moist center.
Another slap had the girl's head snapping to the side, the stinging heat spreading across her cheek as she whimpered and writhed. With a jerk of the leash, Elsa brought Anna's head up until she was meeting the Queen's fierce gaze. "You are like a dog in heat! You need to learn restraint, little girl." She loosened her hold on the leash, one leg raising as she pressed a bare foot against the redhead's still warm cheek. "Start from there and work your way up. Slowly."
Anna couldn't help but clench her thighs together, nodding quickly to she turned press her lips into the sole of her sister's heel. It was such a degrading action, but the moment her mouth and tongue began to work against the Queen's flesh, she knew she would do this and much more if but for the chance to please her sister.
Working her way forward using her precarious balance, Anna began to kiss and lick her way up from Elsa's feet, her mouth desperate as she drew in the salty taste of sweat now beginning to dot the Queen's body. Though she felt cold to the touch, Anna found herself heating up even more so as she continued to worship Elsa's form.
She didn't know how much time had passed, but soon enough her tongue was gracing the inside of her sister's thighs. The heady scent of Elsa's arousal filled Anna's senses, driving her mad with want. When her lips were barely a breath away from Elsa's core, the younger sister looked up to seek approval from her Matriarch.
Elsa couldn't help the flush that lit her pale cheeks red, her breathing labored as she endured her sister's delicious obedience. Her legs were spread wide now, the sight of Anna's face framed between her thighs almost enough to send her over the edge alone. A particularly hard clench of her inner muscles had her body releasing even more wetness, the sight of which had Anna practically whimpering as she begged with her eyes for permission.
An imperious nod from the Queen was all it took for Anna to lunge forward, her tongue working its way quickly up Elsa's spread lips. Anna groaned, a high-pitched sound of delight working its way up from her throat as she drank down the abundant wetness dribbling from her sister's delicious cunt. It didn't matter how much she consumed of the ambrosial nectar, she couldn't seem to get enough, as her lips and tongue set to task. She didn't rightfully know what she was doing, but going on the pleasure she'd wrung from her own body over the years, Anna found her way.
Elsa was having a hard time holding on to her dominant mien the moment her little sister's tongue began to work at her aching flesh. She had to bite down hard on the inside of her own cheek in order to contain the outright screech of ecstasy she felt, a deep groan rumbling up from the back of her throat as she observed her sister work. Anna had started out working her lips and tongue all around Elsa's entrance, seeming unsure of where to focus her attention. She pleasured the Queen the way she approached all things in life; with enthusiasm and zeal. To say she was eager would be an understatement.
After several minutes of allowing Anna free reign, Elsa eventually couldn't take the uncoordinated assault anymore. With a jerk of the leash, she pulled Anna's head up and away from her core, only to growl at the flushed cheeks, coated in her sister's essence. "Enough of your ridiculous bumbling about! Suck on my clit, little girl. If you're good and make me come in the next minute, I might see to your needs." Anna whimpered again, nodding her acknowledgement.
Elsa released the leash, Anna's lips returning to their task. She sought out Elsa's clit as ordered and sucked it hard, tongue lashing at it feverishly as she sought her Queen's completion. Nothing mattered to her more in that moment than to have her sister cum beneath her ministrations.
Elsa's breath was coming in pants now, her back arched forward of its own accord as she sought to push her body further into her sister's grasp. She was so close, had been for the last several minutes, but she knew she had to hold back, to let Anna earn her prize. The moment her tongue began to focus on her engorged clit, though, she was done for. Heat coiling inside of her, she felt her body begin to tremble uncontrollably as the wet sounds of Anna's vigorous tongue lapping at her cunt drew her closer and closer to the edge, where she balanced precariously for a breathless eternity.
It was the scrape of Anna's teeth against her clit that did it. With a howling scream, the Queen came undone, her body bowing outward as she arched up into her sister's dexterous tongue. She could feel her pussy clenching rhythmically, an outpouring of wetness no doubt filling the younger woman's waiting mouth as Elsa's hands gripped at her throne's armrests. It was the single most powerful orgasm of the Queen's life, the tension rising again and again as Anna's tongue continued to flit away, drawing out her climax for so long she wasn't certain she would ever be able to unclench of her thighs from around her sister's head.
Finally falling limp against her throne, the Queen had to take several seconds to catch her breath. Dear gods, she wanted nothing more than to gather up her sister into her arms and hold her until the end of time. Not yet. No, their precedent had been set and she planned to see it through to its conclusion.
With one last breath, Elsa sat up in her throne, shoving her sister onto her heels. "Mmm," she moaned into the silence, "You did well, little girl." The sight of her sister's proud smile, wet and glistening with Elsa's juices, was quite possibly the most adorable thing Elsa had ever seen. "I simply must reward you."
Elsa snapped her fingers, the icy restraints pinning Anna's arms behind her disappearing. A pull of the leash drew the girl up onto her feet. Elsa's smile turned devious as a thought came to her. "I believe you had a request, didn't you, cur?" She twirled her fingers in the air. "Turn around, and lose those panties. You won't be needing them."
Anna's gaze was curious but she quickly did as asked, turning and slowly lowering her underwear to the floor, kicking them away. Her rounded backside bare to the Queen's lustful gaze, she couldn't help but tremble slightly. Her sister was a sight to behold, and one Elsa planned to fully explore when there was time. For now, she brought her legs together, patting her thighs. "Sit." The command was punctuated by a pull of the leash, the girl stumbling backward as she looked over her shoulder. It took the girl some maneuvering, but soon enough Anna was seated on her sister's lap, legs spread to either side of the Queen's legs.
Elsa sat herself up so that her bare chest was pressed against Anna's back, the deliberate press of her breasts drawing a deep groan from the Queen. "You wanted to see your collar, yes?"
Anna nodded vigorously, her voice shaking when she answered, "Y-Yes, please, your Majesty."
Elsa didn't bother hiding her smirk as she drew her nails roughly down Anna's back, enjoying the red welts that sprung up beneath her touch. Anna's hissed breath cut off into a moan as the heated pain morphed into a delicious kind of pleasure. Elsa reached her hand out in front of her sister then, a wave of her hand sending a jet of power into the floor in front of them. Her magic streaked a horizontal line across the floor paralell to their bodies, ice forming up from the floor. It stretched and grew upwards until the two sisters sat facing a full-length mirror.
The sight that met her gaze was quite fetching, Elsa had to admit. With her legs beneath Anna's, the redhead couldn't quite close her thighs, which gave Elsa her first real uninterrupted view of her sister's delicate flower. Elsa allowed her hand to map out her sister's body, starting with her neck and tracing her nails down over every inch. She wanted to memorize every part of the girl, but that would have to wait until another time. Right now, she wanted the girl begging for her touch.
Anna's hand had risen to the collar the moment the mirror had solidified, a heavy flush nearly hiding her freckles as she panted with her unmet needs. She looked so reverent, so unabashedly pleased with the collar that Elsa couldn't help but force the girl's head to the side, the Queen's lips taking Anna's once again. She loved her sister, more than any other thing in this world, and just knowing Anna felt the same satisfied something intrinsic within Elsa. It was a piece of her soul finally sliding into place where it belonged.
Pulling away, Elsa forced her sister to face forward again. Elsa allowed her nails to drag slowly up Anna's parted thighs, the young girl's legs attempting to close reflexively. Digging in with her fingers, Elsa growled until Anna ceased all movement. "Good girl," she murmured, turning to nibble a path up the side of her sister's neck. "You can never hide yourself from me. I can see how badly you ache for my touch." As if to punctuate her words, she let her fingers move inward to cup Anna's reddened flesh, a baleful cry wrenching from between the girl's parted, panting lips.
Elsa forced herself to move slowly, to tease rather than please. No, not yet. She needed to see just how far she could push her little pet before she broke. Biting down hard on the girl's neck, Elsa spread her sister's lips with one hand while she teased her entrance with the other. "Look at you," she growled, releasing the purple and bruised skin. It was the first of many marks she planned to leave upon her lover. "So wet, so needy. Like a village harlot." Her fingers were circling slowly, impossibly slow, Anna's keening whimpers feeding that dark deviance in Elsa's core that luxuriated in her sister's pleasurable pain.
"Yes," she continued almost as an afterthought. "You act the part of the dutiful princess, but I know the truth." She allowed a single finger to dip inside of the moist heat of her sister's heated cunt, nearly groaning at the tight feel of her flesh surrounding the digit as Anna practically screamed her pleasure. "You're nothing more than your sister's little whore, aren't you, Anna?"
Anna's hips kept trying to move, to thrust forward into Elsa's hands, to gain more of the delicious friction her sister was teasing her with. But their position kept her thighs spread, her gaze locked onto the glowing blue eyes of her sister's through the mirror. She had never thought, in all of her late-night wonderings, that she could ever feel this much need. Her sister kept her balanced on the edge with her slow, certain movements against the girl's aching center.
A sharp pinch against her clit had Anna's next scream cutting off into a pitiful whimper as she felt tears staining her cheeks. "I asked you a question, cur!"
Anna tried to answer but her thoughts were so scattered she couldn't possibly remember her own name let alone her sister's inquiry. A sharp raking of nails up her thighs, leaving a bloody trail, had Anna bucking against her sister's tight hold with a wet gasp. "Such a useless whore," Elsa snapped derisively into Anna's ear. "If you do not answer me this instance, I will leave you bound and gagged to the bed for the rest of the night."
"Yes!" Anna screamed out incoherently. "Please, I don't-I can't-" she sobbed pathetically as she tried to formulate the words that would make her sister's fingers continue soothing her needful flesh. "I-I'm your whore, I'm my sister's slut!" she practically screamed the words, not caring anymore who heard them so long as her Queen had mercy on her.
Elsa growled in satisfaction, plunging two fingers unceremoniously into her sister's weeping cunt. She needn't tell Anna that her room was long-ago insulated, and so the likelihood of someone overhearing them was nil. She simply bit her sister's shoulder as a means of grounding herself as Anna thrashed in her arms, seeming unable to control her body any more than she could silence her pitiful cries of elation.
The Queen found herself almost sad that she didn't think she could draw this out any longer. Already she could feel Anna's inner muscles clamping down on the punishing thrusts from her fingers. With a sigh, she brought her other hand in to vigorously rub at the girl's clit, and that was it.
Anna's cries cut off with a suddenness that would be startling if not for the full-body tremors that began to wrack her from head to toe. Even her breathing seemed to cease after a few shaky gasps as heat coiled deep within her, springing loose moments later with a scream that rocked the very foundations. It was the single most intense moment of Anna's life and it wasn't long before she felt her body seizing, her sister's deceptively strong arms wrapping around her. Anna could do nothing but cling to her sister for dear life as her orgasm continued to pulse through her, spots of light appearing at the edges of her vision as she stared unseeing into the mirror, and then there was only darkness.
"Such a good girl," came a warm whisper into her ear. She groaned, body feeling heavy as she attempted to open her eyes, wondering when she'd closed them. She found herself laying on her back, a blanket lying loose over her, a strange coolness running the length of her side. "Aww, are you back with us?"
Anna's eyes blinked open, squinting for several moments against the light coming from the chandelier above. Eventually she was able to focus her gaze enough to meet the sexy little smirk her sister was giving her. "W-wha-" her voice cut off, throat scratchy in a way that told her, yes, she had in fact been screaming like a banshee. Elsa just chuckled before reaching behind her, coming back with a glass of water in her hand.
She helped Anna sit up slightly as the girl drank greedily. It was only when the glass was half-empty that she fell back to the bed with a groan. Now that she was more aware, her body felt like lead, sore in places that she didn't think could be sore. "I feel like I climbed the North Mountain in one go," she mumbled, drawing another rumble of sound from her sister.
Elsa couldn't have been more happy as she grinned down at her princess. "I cannot attest to the rigors of mountain climbing, but I wouldn't be surprised if you weren't a bit worn out." She was actually pretty damn proud of that, all things considered. She'd been terrified, at first, when Anna had passed out in her arms, but after moving the girl to her bed, Anna had instinctively curled up into her body, reasurring the Queen that the redhead was simply overwhelmed.
"Mmm," was Anna's response, a surprised yawn pulling from her lips. "You sound so damn smug." She smiled up at her sister's arched-brow smirk. "And you should be. That was incredible." She reached up with one hand to cup the Queen's cheek, her thump playing across a kiss-swollen lower lip. "I love you, Elsa. So much it hurts."
Elsa's smile softened until she was gazing down at Anna with so much devotion shining in her eyes. "I love you, too, my darling baby sister. I'm sorry I tried to hide from you."
Anna's gaze was pained for a brief moment before clearing into a knowing smile. "You really need to stop hiding yourself from me. It has lead to nothing but pain for both of us, you know that right?"
Elsa sighed, nodding as she closed her eyes against the pain of having hurt her sister yet again. "I've gotten really good at doing the wrong things for the right reasons."
An undignified yelp left Elsa's lips as Anna's fingers pinched into her sensitive side. "Knock that off," Anna murmured, drawing the older woman down into a gentle kiss. "If what you did to me tonight is 'wrong' then I don't wanna be right." She giggled, a sheepish smile on her lips that had Elsa's heart fluttering.
"You like the whole Ice Queen persona, eh?" she asked, somewhat seriously. Part of her was still worried that she might have taken things too far, that she might have actually hurt Anna during their play.
Anna practically purred as she raised up on her elbow, her other hand raising to the collar still gracing her neck. "Every thing you did to me tonight was everything I'd been dreaming of and more. Your hands on my body..." her voice drifted off on a needy groan. "Just thinking about it is enough to make me want to demand an encore."
Elsa couldn't help the growl that rumbled up from her chest, the sight of her sister embracing that collar, her symbol of ownership over the girl, it called to the darkest parts of the Queen. "Careful, little girl," she hissed into the space between them, "You do not wish to incite my wrath when you're already so weak and...vulnerable."
Anna's lips parted in a heavy pant, the sound of her sister's voice speaking to her in that harsh, demanding tone enough to have her body clenching. Then she found herself groaning as her aching body made its ails known with a vengeance. Moments later, a soothing coldness draped itself over her, making her groan in pleasure. Elsa's body was so cold and it felt amazing to her poor weary body.
"Maybe later," Elsa chuckled. "For now, my darling little sister needs to get her rest. After all, her Mistress needs her healthy if her little slut is going to finish receiving her punishments."
Anna's eyes flashed open, blinking in both fear and arousal. "F-Finish?"
The feral glint in Elsa's eyes was answer enough. Anna had a feeling she wouldn't be able to walk right by the time Elsa was finished with her. She could tell by the clenching in her aching womb that she'd happily accept whatever her darling Queen had planned for her.
After all, a good slut always seeks to please her Mistress.