Knowing Elsa, he was willing to bet that she waited for him on the balcony of the castle in her coronation outfit, ready to dance that waltz they never shared. Anything was possible tonight for the Duke. As long as he got to see his beloved, he didn't care what happened. However, as soon as he took the first step inside, the Duke quite literally froze; there was Elsa...clad in her sheer ice dress...on his bed. His heart beat faster, mind racing in circles the way a headless chicken would. Wasn't this usually how his fantasies went? How could she have known? "Elsa...!" he stammered.
"Edgar," The young monarch breathed out, trying to keep her excitement from causing her to cry out and run into his arms. "I was worried about you. Nobody in the castle had seen you since this morning." Elsa stood up with a bright smile playing on her bright red lips and her snow white teeth. She started to close the distance between her and the Duke, sauntering over to him slowly. She had to pace herself after all. "I'm glad you're back. We can finally be together without any interruptions from anyone." It was only after Elsa had reached the Duke and embraced him, that she remembered how improper this all was. She didn't really care about propriety as long as she had the Duke in her arms, but she didn't want the slightest chance of upsetting the Duke with her rather unconventional surprise. "I- I know it's not…usual or proper for a lady to visit a man's room, but I had to see you again as soon as possible. I knew you wouldn't come to my room and someone might suspect if I were to send someone to relay a message to you about where else we could meet."
Elsa bent her knees slightly and leaned down so that she could be at a more even height level with the Duke, before she rested her head on his shoulder, her platinum blonde braid of hair draping itself over him. She sighed contentedly at the feeling of having the Duke's warm body press up against her while her arms wrapped around him and held his back. "Will you let me stay here with you for a while, Edgar?"
Good lord, this was exactly like the Duke's fantasy: Elsa's painfully slow gait that drew him in before the rush of cold and how sweetly she said his name like a siren's song. But when the initial shock wore off, Elsa's anxious words released the Duke's attention back to the current situation. Yes, Elsa's reasons for why she was here were valid; yes, this was still improper. However...this time proved different. The Duke no longer cared that a woman was in his room without his knowledge or that she had him hopelessly enticed by her softness. In fact, it was getting hard (among other things) for the Duke to even think straight. He bit his lip as his body reacted to Elsa's touch as if on command. The blood in his veins ran so hot, he was sure he could melt away her dress where he was.
At picturing the ice sliding along Elsa's voluptuous figure, the throbbing in the Duke's loins grew worse, more stifling, his desire for Elsa tenfold unbearable than it had been in the meeting room. When his hips started jerking, the Duke hastily moved his legs away. He mustn't allow himself to be vulgar and rut against Elsa (despite that being his inclination). If the Duke did that, she'd know exactly what she did to him; while she couldn't see it, she'd certainly be able to feel it. In any case, his efforts at subtlety were turning out to be futile. The Duke then made a quick glance for the door nearby. At least, he'd be able to stop this from crossing into actual sex and preserve Elsa's reputation. Especially when there were many other ways to...express affection. The Duke barely managed his eventual reply to Elsa, given his state of arousal, echoing what she had last said. "'A while?'" Curling a hand over her shoulder, the Duke moved his lips beside Elsa's ear and rasped "Doing what, Elsa?" He pressed his fingertips just under her breasts.
Elsa inhaled sharply when she felt the Duke's gloved fingers touch her mostly bare shoulders, and when she felt his hot breath envelop her ear, she felt a small tingle within the deepest recesses of her body that she had never felt before, but that grew in familiarity with every passing moment. She knew all at once what it was, but the feeling still surprised and confused her nonetheless.
"E-Edgar," Elsa's voice caught in her throat as she repeated his name. Elsa knew that there was only one answer to the Duke's question but it was an unspoken one, one that the Duke had more than hinted at while he touched his fingers to the undersides of her breasts. Elsa didn't need more than a few long moments of silence to make her decision. She reached down to take the Duke's hands in hers and held them tightly. Elsa looked deeply into his eyes as she did this and saw his pure, barely restrained lust for her. She found herself excited and nervous, but most of all curious; curious to see what might happen when he was completely unrestrained and excited at the prospect of what that could be. Elsa slowly moved the Duke's hands higher than they had been, placing them on her breasts, with her hands touching the backs of his. Another sharp breath accompanied the sensation. She watched the Duke's eyes carefully during all of this and never looked away. Elsa found herself wanting to see the Duke's longing for her grow, as her longing for him was growing and taking shape inside of her.
When Elsa's hands lifted the Duke's to her breasts, the Duke released a shuddering exhale. He didn't need to be told for a second just what it was she wanted and he gave both her breasts a firm squeeze, relishing their feel. All the while, the Duke held Elsa's gaze, eyes dark and glittering. But merely squeezing Elsa's breasts wasn't sufficient and the Duke groped around for her nipples before rolling them between his fingers through the ice until they were as erect as he was. This was only the beginning of their night together and the Duke would not rest until he explored Elsa to the fullest. From the faintest gasp to the fullest moan, all these would be his one way or another.
"Elsa, my sweet," the Duke murmured, nuzzling the crook of Elsa's neck as he tried to keep some semblance of composure for a final moment to let her know his precise intention. "I want to devour you. I can't take it anymore." In emphasis, the Duke threw all caution to the wind and bucked his hips into Elsa once, the sensation having him cry out and tremble. Gritting his teeth, he looked up at her again. "Let me savor your luscious body," uttered the Duke raggedly, his heated words separated by panting.
Elsa closed her eyes and moaned high in her throat when the Duke squeezed her breasts in his hands. The moan grew even louder when he pinched her nipples through her sheer ice dress and tweaked them between his fingers. For a long while afterwards Elsa could only keep her eyes shut and stay with the sensations that she was feeling from her nipples. That was when her body started to experience what Elsa could only ever think of as a sensory overload. She felt the Duke humping against her without restraint, felt him nuzzle his head in the space between Elsa's neck and shoulder and was simply intimately aware of everything the Duke was doing to her. It all felt like it combined to send intense, erotic signals to her nether regions. Elsa couldn't help it anymore.
She moaned loudly in response through clenched teeth, pressing her body against him when he stopped humping her for a moment to speak. "T-Take me, Edgar, " Elsa whined out while she pressed one of his hands more tightly around her breast. Elsa felt- no, knew it in her very soul, that there was more to feel than this and she wanted to reach those heights with the Duke, but she would need to help make that happen. "I love you. Please don't stop…." Elsa leaned down and turned her head sideways to kiss the Duke on the lips eagerly while her hands now rubbed at his chest. More and more, Elsa thought about how she wanted to touch his skin, just as he wanted him to touch hers. Elsa wanted to feel the warmth of his fingers touching her breasts and the rest of her body. She knew how to make that happen she just needed to be willing to take the first step that she had never before taken with anyone - had never even considered before.
Elsa opened her icy blue eyes and looked into the Duke's. She smiled nervously, but said nothing. She didn't have the words for this anyhow. She untangled herself from the Duke and focused her energy on her ice powers. She did this every time she removed one of her ice dresses, but today was different because of how sexually and emotionally charged her action was; she needed to concentrate. Elsa's hands pressed against her ice dress, which glowed magically in reaction to Elsa's snow powers. Once it stopped glowing, the effect was slow and subtle at first, like the melting of snow when exposed to just the slightest bit of spring heat.
Elsa stood up to her full height and took a step back, not wanting to get the Duke soaked through. The melted ice from the tops of her shoulders slowly slid down her arms, back and breasts, leaving a wet and glistening trail in their wake. It continued melting from top to bottom, faster now that the warmer water from the tops was touching the lower sections of her dress. Elsa looked down to see the Duke's reaction to her when all of the ice puddle at her feet and she stood before the Duke, completely naked, his face now at breast-level with her.
If only, thought the Duke upon Elsa begging for him to take her right there; hearing that was enough to have him pant harshly like the dog she reduced him to. He wanted to wait until they were married, he truly did. But Elsa was quickly making that seem almost impossible to adhere, so maddeningly arousing she was without even knowing it. His animal instinct to go rut against her until she dripped with his seed was weathering away his self-control. Growling when she rubbed his chest through the fabric of his uniform, the Duke squeezed Elsa's breast and arched into her hands, shivering under her touch before dragging down the other hand that had gripped her shoulder over her arm.
He moaned passionately into their kiss as he realized what an impediment his elaborate clothes had become; as much as he prided in them, he craved for some skin-on-skin contact at least. Then Elsa stopped to gaze in the Duke's eyes, allowing the Duke to view how nervous she was at the moment, similar but not the same as before. It would just be a matter of easing that nervous tension out of her now (preferably into his hand or mouth). However, the Duke briefly forgot his lustful plans for Elsa as her ice dress actually started to melt before his eyes. Far back in the depths of his conscious, the Duke wondered how this could be since Elsa's main power was ice...wasn't it?
A former thought answered his question: 'rational thought did not apply to figuring her out.' Besides, another of the Duke's many fantasies was being fulfilled; he shamelessly watched the ice turn into water that trickled over Elsa's soon naked frame. And now that the Duke was seeing all of Elsa for the first time, he could say with absolute certainty that she was nothing less than magnificent. Especially those lovely breasts of hers in front of him, complete with rosebud nipples that shone from the water droplets clinging to them. How could the Duke not pay attention to those in their full glory first? He promptly wrapped his lips about the nipple closest to him, suckling it before moving to the other breast, licking across Elsa's chest in the process.
In addition, the Duke moved his annoyingly gloved (he would have to get rid of those fast) hands to Elsa's hips in order to steady her while he tasted. To hear Elsa moan as he did so was ecstasy, getting him further aroused even though it had become quite painful to contain himself within his breeches. Luckily for the Duke, since Elsa decided to become naked, there was no longer a problem with freeing his erection and offending her. He stopped to undo the front of his breeches, groaning in discomfort when his fingers accidentally grazed his erection in his haste. After a little fumbling, the Duke's engorged, fiery red erection burst forth at Elsa's leg.
Sighing in awaited relief, he celebrated a bit by rubbing the tip of his erection up and down Elsa's leg, forming moans of his own. He leaned up towards Elsa in urgency, his whole weight gathered to his hands on her hips. "L-Lie down, Elsa," he stuttered, teeth chattering from too much pleasure. "I'll be having you make more of those p-pretty sounds soon enough."
Elsa had thought that she was ready for the Duke, but when his mouth practically clamped around her breast, she realized that she was not at all prepared for this. Her nipples were already beyond stiff from the melting ice running down them, but the Duke sucking them made them briefly feel like they were going to be sucked right off, before stiffening to a point that Elsa felt like she had two still frozen icicles on her chest. Duke seemed pay equal attention to both breasts and even her valley in between them, as he licked there every time he alternated. Elsa couldn't see any of this, as she'd shut her eyes tight long ago, but she was more than aware of the tactile stimulation she felt when the Duke inhaled each breast, when he sucked on her nipples, slobbered over her areolas and when he dragged his tongue in between breasts.
Her breasts were still too cold to feel much pleasure from it, but Elsa did find herself starting to enjoy it after she got used to the feeling of the Duke's mouth and tongue everywhere, and even started to moan again. Eventually the Duke seemed content to leave her breasts covered in his drool and started to undress himself. Elsa watched him curiously, wondering if he would look like she imagined men to look like; he did not. His shaft and the head of his penis were red and engorged to the point that she thought it might just explode where he stood.
Elsa stared wide-eyed at it in surprise, but even surprised look did not match the bewildered expression she wore when the Duke began to rub himself against her leg. Her frosty blue eyes watched the spectacle unfold in front of her, but that only told half of the story. Her leg felt everything, from the warmth of his member, to the wet, sticky trail he was leaving on her leg. Her attention to the Duke's rubbing was only diverted when the Duke began to use all of his weight to pull her down and told her to lie down. Luckily the Duke was a small, skinny man, as otherwise she might have been pulled to the floor. Instead she complied with the Duke's request and sat down on the bed, before starting to lay backwards. The Duke's erection caught her eyes again, however, and she found that she could not look away.
Elsa had a morbid curiosity toward it. She stared at his penis almost as if she were in a trance. She didn't understand that bit of anatomy at all. It didn't seem particularly aesthetically pleasing, especially as age had taken hold and it was attached to a sack with two testicles in it that Elsa didn't find to be any more attractive. And yet, Elsa had to understand why this one part of the Duke could control him and almost make him into a wild beast. She found herself sitting up in bed and reaching forward with her pale fingers to touch it. It felt as warm to her fingers as it did to her leg, but she could get a better understanding of it now that it wasn't rubbing against her. She slowly began to wrap her hand around it and felt it twitch against her. Still, Elsa did not let herself get distracted. She wrapped her entire hand around the Duke's penis before looking up to him to see if he approved.
It happened the moment the Duke was about to turn around. He had noticed nothing of Elsa's outstretched hand since his attention already wandered for the dresser; what reined it back in was the tentative touch that her hand left in its wake. And how that touch affected him! Choking on his gasp, the Duke whined in a higher pitch, the earlier stimulation returning to push him to the brink. His knees buckled and he grabbed the edge of the bed, eyes fluttering. What the Duke had done was merely to lessen his erection's intensity. Now he flushed again under Elsa's scrutiny, how she looked up at him for approval. All this had been meant for her. He struggled to tell her so but couldn't.
Instead, the Duke's gaze fell to witness Elsa's fingers around his shaft and the twitch it gave from her attention. Despite all this, the contrast was what got to him most: cool and burning, white and red, young flesh and...old flesh. The Duke winced; when put that way, he didn't like how it sounded or looked for that matter. Oh what was he expecting? He wasn't a young man...he forgot. Or rather, Elsa helped him forget. But the Duke's eyes grew huge from what he saw next. His fluids had built up well towards climax (quicker than the Duke anticipated for his age), spilling over the back of her hand. His stomach twisted in knots; wasn't this what he wanted? Shaking his head, the Duke had gotten slack-jawed from all the noises he made trying to speak.
Just two words were what he managed: "Elsa, please." His anxious stare lingering, he blindly snatched for her fingers despite it being too late for little else. In that split-second, he switched his hand to his pulsing head before everything exploded. Yelping, the Duke clamped his eyes shut. He buried the head into his palm, its spurts coming out in messy intervals. At least his gloves were white; that was the first thought the Duke had when he recovered. His breathing still uneven, he took Elsa's hand and gently removed it from his flaccid shaft before wiping her clean and kissing her palm. He then lay Elsa's hand by her side and went to his dresser though with less swagger and more stagger.
The Duke's motions towards himself were swift with purpose; he set his pince-nez atop the dresser, yanked off his glove after crumpling the other sullied one nearby and flippantly locked the door, latches leaping into place. Crawling on the bed back to Elsa, he soon paused at how to handle her. She'd become unknown territory now, regardless of the Duke knowing what to do otherwise. He had seen for himself what her powers were capable of, the dozens of possibilities to be skewered by stalagmites (stalactites?). Once more, the Duke cringed at the inevitable conclusion: vagina dentata. Sucking in air, chest expanding defensively, he used a single finger to trace over the exposed slit between her legs and sighed away the last worry.
What he found was warm and wet, as inviting as she initially appeared. Peering at Elsa under his eyelids, a sinful smile played upon the Duke's lips before he caressed her fully against his hand.
For Elsa the entire scene was both strange and startling, but also exciting. The Duke rutted like a wild beast, relieving himself before he finally exploded all over her hand. It was quite a display and Elsa was too taken with it all to speak a word. She watched the Duke try to compose himself as well as clean her up with a soft, curious gaze. Where did they go from here tonight? That was the question Elsa asked herself while her heart batter-rammed her chest and her stomach did acrobatics. Her gaze followed the Duke when he went to remove his soiled glove and pince-nez. Elsa's breathing had started to slow, but when he locked the door, she flinched and felt herself breathing more sharply again. They were going to share this bed for the remainder of the night, Elsa knew it.
The Duke crawled onto the bed with her again, regarding her lustfully. She didn't know exactly what he was going to do until his finger extended towards her most private of areas. The young queen gasped sharply when she felt the Duke's finger tracing her vagina before finally sliding in. "E-Edgar…" Elsa breathed out, shakily. The monarch moaned softly as pleasure coursed through her body. Elsa lay backwards and arched her back. "Duke…" Elsa's teeth clicked together while her pleasure only heightened from there.
As soon as the Duke plunged his finger into Elsa, he moved his other hand upwards so that he could lean down and simply watch. His actual erection may have been long gone but he was still very much aroused nonetheless. And now that he was no longer distracted by any painful arousal, the Duke was better able to appreciate the finer details: how Elsa's breath hitched and the way she clicked her teeth when he crooked his finger over that bundle of nerves further in. All the while, the Duke's hungry smile never left the his features, growing wider instead with approval. The beauty of Elsa's blossoming desire, that he was the one to witness her so unguarded, touched him.
"Mm," the Duke hummed low in his throat, dragging his finger (and the moment) out very slowly over her sopping flesh for what he planned next. "Enjoying yourself, dearest?" Such a question was markedly redundant in the face of everything else but the Duke couldn't help himself. It was worth capturing Elsa's newest reaction towards not only his finger slick from her fluid but also him licking up that finger, her true flavor collecting on his tongue. As it filled the rest of his mouth, the Duke's eyes fell shut and his head tilted back before seeing Elsa and only Elsa again; the way she smothered all of his senses drove him wilder still. "Because I think you'll enjoy this more."
Adjusting his position above Elsa, the Duke pried Elsa's legs apart on either side of him and spread his hands upon her hips. "I love you," he suddenly spoke, the emotional dam bursting forth, blurring the line of what was tangible and ethereal. "I love you, I love you..." The Duke had lost count of how many times he professed his love for Elsa against her skin as his burning mouth slid down her body. When he at last encountered those swollen lips between her thighs, he swooned from their aroma before lavishing her the most intimate of kisses.
Elsa could not keep her composure when the Duke's finger crooked inside of her. She quivered and shivered as she never had before – not from the cold, certainly, and from nothing else either. The tenderest reaches of her body were being disturbed for the first time ever and the young queen could little more than let the man who had taken her to such heights, take her even higher. Elsa's breath hitched in her throat whenever she tried to inhale - a bend of a finger here, the gentle touch of a knuckle there. Elsa was aware of every single sensation that the Duke was making her feel, but even so her attention was mainly on him, on his loving gaze and soft, but animalistic smile of pure glee.
"Edgar," Elsa managed to get out between her shaky breaths and throaty moans. "I love you, I love you too," Elsa wanted to kiss him again. She wanted to do all she could to reassure him of her love for him. She could tell him a thousand times and she didn't think it would be enough.
"Edgar, I love you!" she moaned out loudly, not caring for the moment who might have been able to hear. "I love you so much…" Elsa was already leaning forward to kiss the Duke again, to touch his lips with her own and to moan more declarations of love into his mouth, but already he was leaning down to press his lips not to her ruby red lips that already she was puckering, but for another set of lips entirely. They were pinker lips and far more sensitive when he touched them…even when he breathed upon them. Elsa's eyes shut tight automatically and again her teeth clicked together.
"Aaahah…" she moaned out, overwhelmed by the sheer force of pleasure she was feeling. This was different from any of their other kisses. Despite not knowing what to do, by instinct Elsa moved her hips slowly, gyrating against the Duke's warm lips. Even with her eyes closed, she could see the Duke and could envision his face and lips while she 'kissed' him back, accepting his love and the pleasure he was giving her while she offered her ripe and unplucked royal flower to him in return.
Likewise, the Duke had also gotten shaky. The bed was his sole support as he gorged himself on his beloved Elsa's body. Her ardent responses sent him reeling, mind spinning. He shut his eyes and dear god, she was moaning louder than ever! But then, any loudness didn't truly register to the Duke either. In fact, for him, the sound of Elsa's wanton cries missed becoming a thought (let alone a concern) altogether and instead went straight to his groin. His flaccid penis twitched weakly amid the friction of rumpled bed-sheets as he struggled closer. A few muffled whimpers were all he could vocalize now in contrast. Faintly, the Duke reflected on what a shame it was that he wasn't able to cry out his love for Elsa with her.
Regardless though, he allowed his head to bend back as Elsa began to slowly gyrate her hips like a wave breaking towards some distant shore. That lingering restraint Elsa had just spurred the Duke to encourage her further. His once-idle hands abruptly flew out to increase stimulating her somehow. A hand to her breast, another to her hip: it didn't matter. He needed her to lose herself to that same desperate desire for fulfillment. Besides, the ensuing cold around them helped give the Duke his own additional encouragement once it became strong enough to reach his notice. It drove him to bury his face against Elsa in order to absorb her spongy warmth. As a result, his large nose and mustache repeatedly brushed that kernel of flesh sticking out above her vaginal entrance. Then the Duke opened his mouth wider until his lips covered Elsa's weeping ones. Motions growing sloppy, he switched to thrusting his tongue deep inside her heat (ironically enough), coating his chin while making lewd slurping noises.
The young monarch found herself quickly overwhelmed by the Duke's insatiable attentions. If she was not so sure of Edgar's undying love for her, she might have feared that he could possibly hurt her in his eagerness. Instead, Elsa just worried that she might faint from forgetting to breathe. Her breathing was ragged, it was more like a heavy panting when she wasn't crying out her lover's name and running her hands all over his back and neck. She had never before experienced an orgasm, but Elsa realized it was coming long before it happened. Her nether regions twitched with pleasure and she felt that base, animal instinct to rut against wherever her most sensitive parts could find purchase. Elsa whined out from low in her throat as a feeling of warmth and mind-blowing pleasure flowed over her all at once in a wave, eroding whatever inhibitions she might have had left.
"Edgar," Elsa managed to get out between her cries and shallow breaths. Her wet folds grew wetter, sustaining the Duke as she ground herself against him. Elsa clutched at Duke and held onto him to secure herself, otherwise she worried she might lose herself completely in the storm of pleasure. Her eyes were shut tight, but even so tears glistened on her beautiful visage as her moment of ecstasy slowly faded away.
How long had it been, a decade, two decades, since he had experienced the pleasure of a woman reaching ecstasy? Too long, the Duke decided immediately when a flood of liquid entered his mouth after Elsa gave one last great cry. His head lunged back into her hands and he even choked a little, not anticipating how soon everything turned out to be despite all his efforts to make it happen. Nonetheless, the Duke managed to make a quick recovery after catching his own breath to ride out Elsa's orgasmic wave. This was what he had wanted, completely knowing and possessing Elsa's love along with her pleasure (the one aspect he had never been able to obtain before until this inestimable moment) while she knew and possessed his.
Why, it didn't seem to matter as much to the Duke that he could've been more careful, that he could've taken his time instead of rushing and letting Elsa witness his lack of sexual stamina. But to be fair, Elsa was a virgin, the Duke reminded himself as the last of her nectar traveled down his greedy throat, and more importantly, he shouldn't have to worry (especially when there was so much he could teach her). Disentangling his limbs from Elsa's limp frame, the Duke wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and started to ask "How was -" when he blearily noticed fresh tears glistening on Elsa's cheeks.
His forehead creased; in his abrupt recollection, there were no examples of women crying afterwards that came to mind. Not knowing what to do, the smaller man crouched over the trembling woman before him, cautiously observing her actions in confusion. "Elsa?" When another moment had passed, he blurted "Did you...enjoy it at all?"
Blinking slowly at the Duke's question, Elsa sighed before saying, "Yes, Edgar...I enjoyed that very much." She sighed again. "I've never felt anything like that before in my life. It was so...intense." Moving up slightly, the Queen wrapped her arms around the Duke's shoulders in a hug. "Thank you for everything."
The smaller man at last breathed easier upon hearing Elsa's approval. He embraced her back, kissing her cheek. "I'm glad to hear it," he replied with a smile.
And so without another thought or care of what any servants might assume of them, the couple snuggled together before falling into a deep slumber that night.