Frozen Kink October

Feet (Kristoff, Anna)

Anna had never really seen the appeal her feet held for Kristoff. To her they were just feet. But to Kristoff they were priceless treasures worthy of his love and worship.

In the beginning, when Kristoff approached Anna about him worshiping her feet, she was unsure. But when he gave her a demonstration, she was on board. She may not get his feet fixation, but if it made him happy then she was happy to oblige.

Also, she couldn't lie, it felt so good.

And so, in the dead of night inside the Princesses' bed chambers, the ice harvester began his worship of his love's delicate little feet. First, he would slide her night gown up and over her thighs, so he could see her feet. He'd take them in his big, calloused palms and begin to rub them, massaging the soft skin, rubbing away any pain or discomfort she was feeling. Kristoff loved just how tiny they looked in his hands, so small and fragile. He'd be nothing but gentle when he'd massage Anna's feet. Anna would lean back and let out a long moan when his hands would work out the aches and pains caused by her running around Arendelle with her usual enthusiasm. It was not kind on her feet, but Kristoff's massage was the perfect cure.

Once that was done and Anna's feet felt nice and relaxed, Kirstoff would lean down and begin to gently kiss them. He'd start at her ankles and work his way down. He'd trail feather soft kisses over her little wriggling toes all the way down to her soles. Anna would giggle, the adorable sound was like music to Kristoff's ears.

After Kristoff was finished planting little kisses over Anna's feet, the real fun could start. First, he'd use his broad tongue to lick all the way from the bottom of her feet to the very tip of her toes. He'd go slowly, savouring every moment. Once his tongue had reached her toes, he'd use it to lick over them and between the gaps of her toes. He'd them take them into his mouth and he would suck on them, moaning at the taste of his Princess. Every toe on both of Anna's feet would receive equal attention. It's what they deserved, after all.

Up above Anna would smile down at her lover's oral worship of her feet. She'd lean back on the back and quietly moan at the feeling of his big wet tongue sliding up and over feet, his lips sucking heavily on her toes. There was no denying just how good it felt to have her feet worshiped like this. Her feet have never felt so pampered in her life, and she loved every second of it.

It was at this point Kristoff would pull her feet out of his mouth and observe his handiwork. Anna's feet were covered in his saliva and they glimmered in the candle light. Smirking at him, Anna would push her feet into Kristoff face, rubbing them all over, smearing his saliva on him. Kristoff would close his eyes and his mouth would hang open, and deep moan escaping his throat as his Princess used his face as a towel to wipe her feet off. This act alone made his as hard as the ice he spent all day harvesting.

Once her feet were nice and dry, Anna would fall back onto her big, soft bed, looking coyly at her lover. Pulling her nightgown over her head and throwing it to the side, showing her naked body to Kirsotff. The foot worship was a nice starter for her, but now it was time for the main course. Anna spread her legs apart, inviting Kristoff to the pleasure that awaited him. Something he was more than happy to take.