Anna loved Elsa's body.
No, loved was too weak a word to describe what Anna felt for Elsa's body.
Anna WORSHIPED Elsa's body.
As far as Anna was concerned, Elsa was a sacred gift from the divines and Anna was her mere devoted apostle dedicated to worshiping the temple that was Elsa's body with her tongue, lips and hands. Anna would conduct her sermons each and every night in the light of the moon in the Queen's bedchambers, listening to the soft, sweet sounds of Elsa's moans to drive her onwards.
It had been another long, tiring day as monarch for Elsa. Anna could see her dear sister was exhausted, tiredness waying down her shoulders. That wouldn't do at all. So, Anna took Elsa by the hand and led her to her bedroom to relieve her stress the best way she knew how. The Princess laid her Queen down on the bed, slowly stripping her icy clothing to reveal the pale expanse of her supple flesh hiding beneath. Then, Anna would begin her nightly worship.
"Oh, Anna…" Elsa moaned into the pillow. Her sister's left feather-light kisses over Elsa's gorgeous face, pecking her cheeks and lips lovingly. Anna didn't stop there and began her journey down Elsa's neck. Anna latched onto Elsa's creamy neck and began to playfully suck and nibble on the smooth skin with her teeth. Elsa gasped and her fingers gripped Anna's hair.
After leaving a nice, large hickey on Elsa's neck, a symbol of her love, Anna journeyed downwards towards Elsa's chest and the two, large, pillowy soft breasts bared for Anna's worship. Anna's greedy hands grasped onto Elsa's breasts tightly, sinking into the squishy tit meat, pale flesh bulging between her fingers. Her nipples were a light pink color and quite erect, begging to be played with. Anna's thumbs pressed down on Elsa's nipples, flicking them back and forth and kneading them lightly.
As much as Anna would love to play with Elsa's tits and nipples all night there was still a special place down below waiting for Anna's loving touch. So, while her hands kept groping her sister's breasts, Anna's mouth lowered over Elsa's silky soft belly. She briefly swirled her tongue around Elsa's belly button before finding Elsa's crotch. Anna breathed over the neatly trimmed, pale pubic hair before she found Elsa's soaking wet snatch. The sacred altar where Anna could profess her love for Elsa with licks and kisses. Anna lathered Elsa's pussy with long, slurping licks while Elsa writhed above her.
Anna worked Elsa over with her tongue while her hands were kept busy with her breasts. It wasn't long before Elsa was coming close to an orgasm. Anna was very skilled when it came to delivering her goddess pleasure, so with a few skillful tongue flicks Elsa came with a stuttering cry over Anna's face.
Swiping her tongue over her lips to taste Elsa's sweet juices, Anna pulled away to get a proper look at Elsa. Her queen was laid out on the bed, panting and whimpering. A thin trail of drool slithered its way down Elsa's chin. She was smiling, wide and blissful. Anna's heart swooned at the look on Elsa's face. But, the night was still young, and there was still so much of Elsa to worship. Her thighs, her legs, her ass…
Leaning down to give Elsa a quick kiss on the lips, Anna smirked and went back to her worship. Throughout the night, in the hallway outside their door, Elsa's cries and moans of pleasure could be heard as Anna resumed her sermon.