Winter's Echo
Chapter Twenty-Five - Banishing the Demons
Elsa was compliant and docile in Honeymaren's arms, emotionally drained and wanting nothing more than for her noaide to take every bit of control from her frazzled existence. Several more tears trekked down her pale cheeks from the sheer weight of her own emotions as she kissed the woman whom she was convinced was the savior of her very soul. Each stray tear that fell was immediately kissed away by warm, full lips that trailed endlessly across the rising blush of her face before reclaiming the cooler, equally full lips of the blonde monarch.
After a few long moments, Elsa's breath began to grow more ragged, her lips a bit more hurried as her unfulfilled need for the Northuldran woman began to grow and make itself known. Honeymaren sensed the change beginning in the blonde and took full advantage, rising to her knees and gently using her body to guide Elsa to lie back against the thick, soft pile of furs, never taking her lips from the gorgeous spirit's. The queen wrapped her arms around the brunette's neck to pull her closer, craving the woman's presence on top of her and her lover readily complied.
Honeymaren propped most of her weight on one elbow to hover over the dainty queen, her other hand buried deep into white-gold locks as she did everything in her power to kiss the woman senseless. She slipped her thigh between the blonde's and pressed it firmly against the queen's need. Elsa immediately gasped, breaking away from the kiss and crying out softly at the sensation. Honeymaren pulled back to gaze into her eyes, searching icy pools of blue, quickly darkening with desire, for any sign of discomfort. While she saw no pain, there was still a hint of uncertainty, a fear of the unknown flickering in their innocent depths. She pulled her thigh away slightly, slowing down and kissing her love's forehead reassuringly.
The image of the braided leather flashed in the monarch's mind as she nervously searched the reassuring chocolate pools that contained all the love and understanding in the world. In that moment, Elsa realized how truly tired she was, emotionally and mentally. Elsa's very soul was just...tired. Tired of fighting with herself, tired of worrying, tired of always thinking. An undiscovered switch flipped in Elsa as she stared into the loving gaze of her noaide, a strange sense of calm she had never experienced before falling over the queen like a warm blanket. Her empathic lover was right, she needed to let go - of her pain, her fears, her need for control...of herself. And for the first time in her life, she knew without a doubt that everything would be okay when she did.
Because Honeymaren would never let her fall.
To Honeymaren's great surprise and pleasure, the queen placed a hand at the base of her neck and pulled her into a searing kiss before grinding full hips against the brunette's thigh, moaning deeply at the contact. Honeymaren groaned at the queen's very clear decision, nearly undone at the feel of the writhing, moaning siren beneath her. Gaining confidence in herself, the wintery spirit began to seek more and more purchase, her body finally awakening to its need and her hips finding an instinctive rhythm to their movement. Honeymaren immediately broke the kiss to latch her lips to her lover's sensitive pulse point, sucking sharply and lavishing the area with a hot tongue. Hearing Elsa's unobstructed, breathy moans for the first time caused a white-hot bolt of pleasure to run through her and she moaned softly into the blonde's neck. Never in her dizziest dreams had she come anywhere close to imagining this beautiful sound, or the incredible impact it would have on her.
Elsa's moans quickly turned to hushed whimpers as she bit her lip hard, trying desperately to control herself but unwilling to cease her movements. This was going to be harder than she thought, the queen realized. Her eyes screwed tightly shut in the effort as she clung to her lover like a lifeline, frantic for something to ground herself. The instinctual trepidation and uncertainty reminded her of when she was a child learning to swim and leaving the edge of the mighty fjord for the first time. Just as she had then, Elsa could feel in her soul how powerful the forces she was surrendering herself to could be. Her rational mind screamed at her to fear the unknown while her very soul yearned to dive into it headfirst.
Sensing the restraint in her queen, Honeymaren pulled her thigh just barely out of reach of Elsa's hips, grinning to herself when the normally dignified royal whined at the loss, despite the mental war within her. "Elsa...Elsa," she called to her gently, willing the blonde back to cognizance. The panting queen looked up at her with a heavy-lidded gaze, her beautiful features flushed with passion and the sight took the Northuldran's breath away. She had to swallow thickly to make her voice work again as hazy, half-lidded blue eyes gazed up at her. "Th-the thing you did to the tent...with the snow," she stumbled unintelligently. "Can you do that around the inside of the whole tent?"
The queen looked obviously confused but nodded in affirmation, reluctantly beginning the process of forcing her jelly limbs to work and sit upright. Though not in much better shape, Honeymaren rose to her knees and helped the blonde sit up, moving back a bit to give her some room. Elsa took a moment to clear her hazy mind before waving her hand delicately in the air, a thick layer of snow surrounding every inch of the inside of their shared tent, save the tiny opening several feet above their heads that allowed the smoke of their fire to escape. "Like that?" Elsa asked uncertainly. Honeymaren grinned and nodded.
"Now," she continued in a low voice. "I need you to be completely honest with me, Elsa. Can you promise me that?" Elsa blinked, confused by the sudden change of the situation. "Y-yes," she answered, her voice clearly puzzled.
"Do you know that you can tell me to stop at any time if something doesn't feel good or hurts?"
"Yes..." Again, the blonde's voice was confused, but confident.
"Do you trust me?"
"With my life," came the immediate answer.
Finally, Honeymaren smiled and reached forward to gently finger the icy fabric of the queen's clothes. "Then, I need you to make this go away." The brunette inwardly grinned at the instant scarlet that flushed across the shy queen's features.
Her jaw slackened when Elsa obliged her request with a slow wave of her hand after only a moment's hesitation.
The Northuldran couldn't help but openly stare at the perfect beauty in front of her. Not a blemish was to be found anywhere on her perfect, creamy skin. Her long, slender neck dipped beautifully into an attractively prominent collarbone. Full, pert breasts rose and fell quickly with the blonde's labored, nervous breath. Honeymaren's mouth watered as her gaze trailed hungrily down the feminine curve of the petite queen's trim waist that flared into gorgeously full hips and long, smooth legs that seemed to have no end. "By the Spirits, you are so beautiful, Elsa..." she whispered reverently, pleasantly surprised that the Snow Queen's blush was able to deepen even further, spreading across her face and all the way up to the tips of her ears. Her eyes roamed back up those long, toned legs and noticed they were not the only smooth surface to be found below the blonde's shapely hips. Honeymaren grinned to herself - while she kept herself smooth out of personal preference and comfort, she could see why some of Elsa's clothing choices would require the beautiful queen to be rather meticulous in her grooming practices, as well.
Honeymaren was brought out of her hungry musings when the queen shyly wrapped her arms around herself, drawing her knees up to her chest and looking bashfully away. The noaide could not permit such sinful behavior, reaching out and grasping her wrists before pulling the blonde's arms apart, the monarch gasping slightly at the action. She immediately ducked down to capture a pert, pink nipple between her lips and suckled it gently. Elsa cried out softly, instinctively arching her chest into the source of her pleasure, her head tilting back as she gasped at the cool air. Honeymaren held fast to the monarch's arms, effectively immobilizing her as she lavished the aching bud with attention, occasionally giving it a soft bite before bathing it apologetically with a hot tongue. The queen was trembling at the novel sensation, biting her lip hard in an attempt to quiet her keening. Honeymaren decided she had had absolutely enough of that nonsense; she was going to banish her lover's nervous self-consciousness from her mind if it was the last thing she did.
Once more she guided the blonde to lie back on the furs, smiling as Elsa shivered at the feel of the soft fur on her sensitive, bare skin. Rather than release the queen's captive arms, she raised them above her head, pinning them together with one hand and kissing her away across the pale, creamy skin on her chest. "So beautiful..." she murmured quietly against the queen's trembling chest, nipping lightly as she went, encouraged by the quiet gasps of pleasure each time her teeth lightly grazed the sensitive skin. "Absolutely perfect..." Slowly, deliberately, she slid her hand down the immobilized woman's arms, then face, then neck before gently grasping and squeezing a soft, supple breast. Elsa sighed shakily and pushed her chest upward into her hand, trying to force more contact. Honeymaren lightly pinched her nipple, rolling it between her thumb and forefinger while her lips captured the other, lavishing both sensitive buds with loving attention. The blonde's full hips began to twitch uncontrollably as she felt a coil in her lower belly begin to tighten to the point that she was sure something was about to physically snap inside of her.
"Maren," she whimpered quietly, her tone beseeching. Though she wasn't sure what she was pleading with the Northuldran for, the fact that Honeymaren was the only person in the world that could provide it was the truest fact she had ever known. Honeymaren slowly kissed her way back up Elsa's chest before whispering in her ear. "Elsa...do you know why I asked you for the snow?" she asked, slowly trailing her free hand down the valley of the blonde's heaving cleavage, nimble fingers dancing across sensitive ribs and down a taut, flat stomach. "N-no," she stuttered, her frazzled mind having difficulty trying to follow her lover's voice. Honeymaren grinned into the queen's neck, brushing her lips against the hot, over-sensitive skin. "Because...that snow is a fantastic insulator," she drawled out playfully. "Do you know what that means for you, my love?" Lower and lower her fingers danced as Elsa's hips bucked up, desperate for some form of contact. "Please...Gods, please Maren, please," she begged breathlessly, struggling futilely against the brunette's strong grip.
Honeymaren pulled back to look deep into begging blue eyes. "It means, my love," she whispered as she held the blonde's gaze, "that no one can hear you screaming my name." And scream her name Elsa did as nimble fingers finally dipped into the overflowing pool of slick wetness between the queen's legs, immediately finding the sensitive bud at the top of her sex and rubbing it in slow, firm circles. Elsa arched her back clear off the ground, nearly bucking off the Northuldran woman, her head thrown back in rapture. Honeymaren held fast to dainty wrists as the queen nearly sobbed in ecstasy, bucking her hips against her lover's hand. The brunette immediately began planting hot, open-mouthed kisses to the exposed skin of Elsa's throat, moaning softly. She had to use every ounce of her self control to not plunge her fingers deep inside the wildly writhing siren beneath her. No, she had plans for that moment and the queen's pleasurable journey was just barely beginning.
Honeymaren groaned when she could feel Elsa's muscles twitch, knowing the blonde was near what was likely her very first release. "Maren...Maren...Oh Gods..." Almost on cue, Elsa began to moan her name like a mantra, louder and louder as she neared the edge. The Northuldran could sense the slight panic in her tone as well as feel the queen's body begin to fight against the unfamiliar sensation as she approached the edge of orgasm. The wintery spirit began to tug half-heartedly against her lover's grasp in her growing uncertainty. "Maren...Maren, wait, m-my powers," Elsa whimpered. "I-I can't...I can't hold on!" she cried. Honeymaren slowed her movements and pulled back only enough to look into Elsa's eyes, her own softening upon seeing the growing fear slowly fighting through the haze of passion. Only when she saw her panting breaths dangling as a white mist in the frigid air did she even notice the decline in temperature. Elsa squeezed her eyes shut tightly against the tears that began to fall as the familiar weight of failure and otherness began to settle on her heart once more, turning her head away in shame. "I'm sorry-" she began, but the words were strangled in her throat and replaced by a loud, desperate moan when the noaide redoubled her efforts, rubbing Elsa's oversensitive pearl hard and fast. The queen's eyes alternated between being wide with surprise and struggling to stay open, struggling against her lover's grip despite her body pushing as close as she could to the source of her pleasure. "M-Maren, I can't...I can't!" Rather than answer, Honeymaren used her knee to push Elsa's leg up and spread the already vulnerable queen open even wider to her. She nuzzled into the woman's neck, whispering hotly in her ear. "It's okay, Elsa. You're okay. Just let go, my love, I swear to you I will be safe," she encouraged, even as the moisture in the air began to freeze, filling the lavvo with a haze of ice crystals. "Don't fight it, Elsa. Come to heaven, my goddess...come for me." The brunette rubbed hard at the sensitive bud and the queen finally came undone, light bursting behind her eyelids as she screamed her release. She chanted her lover's name over and over like a prayer as she rode the amazing wave of pleasure, the sound of it nearly bringing Honeymaren to climax herself. She grinned as she saw her own ragged breaths get harder and harder to see as Elsa writhed beneath her, the temperature in the room slowly climbing.
"Love will thaw," she quoted in a slightly amused whisper as she stared down into Elsa's wide, surprised eyes as they searched the inside of the tent. Searching for what, the Northuldran wasn't quite sure. Perhaps for signs of unintentional ice, perhaps trying to remember what century she was in after her mind and body were rocked by her first experience with the pleasures of the flesh.
Either way, her plan was working beautifully.
As Elsa came down from her high, panting heavily, Honeymaren feathered soft, loving kisses across the blonde's now warm, slightly sweaty brow. "By the gods, you are achingly beautiful, Elsa," she whispered into the dazed queen's ear. "Absolutely mouthwatering." She released Elsa's now limp arms and began to kiss her way down her lover's body, still trembling in the afterglow of her first orgasm. Her tongue followed the path her fingers earlier carved, suckling gently at the occasional sensitive spots she found along the way. When she reached a spot that made Elsa's tired muscles twitch, the Northuldran gave it extra loving attention and marked it with a deliciously red love bite for later purposes, like a roadmap to the blonde's ultimate pleasure.
As Honeymaren kissed lower and lower, Elsa's mind slowly began to work again. She forced her jelly arms to push her up just enough to see what the brunette was doing. "M-Maren..." she began unsteadily. "Wh...what are you-" Elsa cried out loudly mid-sentence as the flat of the Northuldran's tongue slid up the length of her sex, ending with the tip flicking the now over-sensitive bundle of nerves. The blonde fell back flat against the furs once more, hands that were now free and left to their own devices gripping fistfuls of it tightly as she moaned unabashedly, all thoughts of self-control long gone. Honeymaren moaned into Elsa's sex, drinking deeply of the delicious nectar she found there. It was the most intoxicating thing she had ever tasted and she painstakingly lathed her tongue over every single part of her lover's most intimate area, not allowing a single drop to escape her. Finally, she could hold herself back no longer and plunged her tongue deep inside the queen, holding firmly to the blonde's hips to keep her in place.
"YES, OH GODS, MAREN, YES!" The blonde screamed for her lover at the top of her lungs, hands shooting down to tangle in thick, dark strands of silk, holding the Northuldran's head in place. Her hips tried desperately to buck against the pleasure, the muscles of her sex twitching wildly to capture its elusive source, but the brunette's strong grip held her fast. The feeling of being restrained just made the blonde moan louder, only adding to the already intense pleasure. Her release sped at her like a bolt of lightning, heralded by a strangled gasp and soundless cry as she came on her lover's tongue.
The Northuldran, spurred on by Elsa's wild abandon continued her ministrations without pausing or slowing, not allowing the shaking queen to catch her breath. Twice more she brought Elsa to the heights of pleasure, keeping her there for what seemed like an unending amount of time, never allowing her to come down. Elsa sobbed in ecstasy, tears of pleasure creating steady streams as her body surrendered completely to her lover's every touch. She whimpered helplessly, her fingers tangled loosely in her noaide's hair. The edges of her vision became fuzzy and white, even as her traitorous body continued to yearn for her lover's touch. Honeymaren felt the blonde weakly try to push her head away from her throbbing sex. She didn't move away, but she did change her task. A tongue that moments ago thrust wildly in and out of the thrashing queen now slowly and lovingly lapped at the swollen folds of her sex, taking great pleasure in licking her lover clean. Elsa moaned quietly at the sensation, her hips instinctively pushing back toward the pleasing touch, but Honeymaren took pity on the tired blonde and pulled herself away.
The brunette slid back up her lover's body, trailing her hands adoringly over beautiful, creamy curves to eventually brush sweaty bangs from Elsa's forehead. The queen was absolutely glowing, smiling exhaustedly at her overly generous lover. "Hi," the blonde said tiredly, barely having the energy to keep her eyes open. Honeymaren smiled lovingly down at her. "Hi," she whispered back, slipping one arm behind Elsa's neck to cradle her head, the other hand lazily roaming across her nearly unresponsive body. She leaned down and kissed her love, slowly and deeply; a kiss the blonde eagerly returned, despite her fatigue. Elsa moaned softly as she tasted herself on her lover's tongue, a primal sensation rising inside her. Honeymaren gave a quiet hum of happiness; now was the moment she had been waiting for.
"You're not done yet, beautiful," she said with a playful, though admittedly husky tone, kissing teasingly at the corner of the blonde's mouth. Elsa's eyes opened fully, which, in her state, was akin to them being wide as dinner plates to look at her like she had said the most ludicrous thing in the world. "Maren...I can't even move," the normally dignified queen nearly whined, making Honeymaren chuckle affectionately. Despite the queen's statement, the lithe body beneath her hand began to twitch responsively to its wandering. Full hips jerked when she came close to her most intimate area with a quiet, gasping moan tearing itself from the blonde's throat. Honeymaren grinned at her triumphantly and the queen couldn't help the small bubble of laughter that escaped her. With great effort, she lifted one impossibly heavy arm to drape around her lover's neck. She didn't have the strength to actually pull the woman closer like she wanted, but Honeymaren sensed the desire and leaned in to kiss her once more. Her heart sang as the beautiful spirit's body continued to respond to every flick of her tongue or nibble of full lips.
"Seductress," she accused breathlessly when they finally parted. "You've turned my body against me. I'm sure that's some sort of crime against the Crown." Honeymaren grinned into her neck, whispering playfully back. "Well, then my life is forfeit, Your Majesty, for I planned for this exact moment to have you completely at my mercy." The blonde queen giggled, anticipation beginning to bring strength back to her sapped body. "Then come, villain," she whispered huskily, tangling her fingers in her lover's dark tresses. "Let thy dark will be done." With that, Elsa pulled Honeymaren down to her once more, taking charge for the first time and claiming love-bruised lips with her own, moaning at the faint remnants of herself on her lover's wonderfully skilled tongue. The brunette groaned in excitement at the queen's sudden confidence; this is exactly what she had been hoping for. After a short moment, and with great difficulty, she pulled away from the seductive spirit beneath her. She had to make sure she prepared her for what was to come, unwilling to risk the progress she had made this night by becoming impatient.
"Elsa. I told you earlier that tonight, you were in my complete care. Heart, body, and soul. Do you remember?" Elsa smiled and nodded, playing idly with the soft tresses still tangled in her pale fingers. "First, you finally trusted yourself to open your heart to me. Your body now lies beneath mine, sated and with all inhibitions gone. Now, my love...now I reach for your very soul," she whispered, searching clear pools of blue for any hesitation, her heart soaring when she found nothing but love and willingness in their depths. "Tonight, I want to make your dizziest dreams come true. I will fulfill your every fantasy, grant your every wish, but your body is too weak to tell me clearly what it wants and it's important that I know what you want because this is going to be unlike anything you have felt so far. Do you understand?"
The blushing blonde smiled reassuringly up at her now somewhat nervous noaide, untangling her long fingers from her hair to gently cup her face and staring meaningfully into her eyes. "I love you, Honeymaren," she said quietly, imploring the brunette to feel the heavy weight of her words as her thumb lightly brushed across the fading bruising on her lover's face. "I'm done hiding from you, noaide. I'm not afraid, and I gladly surrender all that I am to you." Honeymaren's heart skipped a beat as pale fingers brushed away a single tear the Northuldran didn't realize had formed. "And I do wish something of you, my love," she continued, smiling at the eager, questioning expression on tan features. Elsa gave a pointed tug at the clothes that infuriatingly separated her lover's warm, smooth skin from hers. "I want to feel you against me, Maren...all of you," she whispered heavily.
Honeymaren smiled down at the blonde, kissing her forehead sweetly before pushing herself up first to a kneeling position, then to stand, her own body admittedly rather wobbly as well. Honeymaren slowly undid the buttons of her pelted shirt, drawing out the moment for the blonde who was now eagerly propped on her elbows, watching her with an intensity that made the noaide's stomach flutter. She grinned inwardly when she saw the clear hunger shining in the twin chips of ice that watched her every move. In one smooth, fluid motion, the Northuldran let her shirt drop from her shapely shoulders to fall in a noiseless heap on the ground, never breaking eye contact with the silent queen. She brushed her thick locks over one shoulder, the dark tresses nearly hiding one breast from the queen's fiery gaze. She let her fingers trail slowly, teasingly down the valley of her cleavage, following the lines of her taut stomach to the tie of her pants and the blonde whimpered almost inaudibly, biting her lower lip. Honeymaren slowly untied the simple knot and let the last covering slide easily over smooth, wide hips to join its counterpart in a pile on the ground.
Elsa was breathing heavily now as she greedily drank in the unobscured sight of her lover in the firelight. She was the most beautiful creature the queen had ever beheld; strong, feminine, and deliciously exotic in the same breath. The noaide was voluptuous, to say the least. While the queen was quite curvaceous herself, she was still quite dainty. The gorgeous Northuldran was fuller, sturdier, her body toned from a life of hard labor. Elsa swallowed heavily, her mouth watering as she continued to stare unabashedly at the brunette, who waited patiently for her to drink her fill. She smiled seductively at the frozen woman, sauntering up to her with a slow, deliberate sway of her hips, thrilled with the blonde's reaction to her. She knelt in front of Elsa before slowly crawling over her body once more to hover over her, not touching the silent woman.
"Do I please you, my queen?" she asked lowly, reaching to capture one of the blonde's hands and entwining their fingers intimately, bringing a pale hand to her lips and placing soft kisses on each knuckle. Elsa didn't answer, instead slowly rising to a seated position, forcing Honeymaren to back up a bit. She placed a hand behind the brunette's head and pulled her close enough to delicately capture the beautiful woman's lips, her other hand pushing gently on a tan shoulder to turn the woman over. Elsa guided the Northuldran to lie back against the pile of furs, disheveled from their passionate lovemaking, before at long last pressing her bare skin against that of her lover's. Both women breathed in deeply at the long-awaited sensation, savoring the tender moment.
Elsa pulled away from the kiss ever so slowly, gently stroking her lover's cheek. She stared deeply into her doe-brown eyes as she began to trace her fingers delicately across her forehead, face, and lips. "I've seen many wonders in this world, my dearest love. But never in all my life have I seen anything as devastatingly beautiful as you," she whispered truthfully. The spirit pressed another slow, loving kiss to Honeymaren's lips and her noaide sighed contentedly, happy to simply take in the moment.
Honeymaren's hands lazily trailed up and down the blonde's creamy skin, eliciting soft gasps of pleasure from the queen on their journey. Their slow kisses soon grew hungry again, the women's hips instinctively grinding into each other. Hungry eyes, darkened to a deep blue watched the Northuldran's features closely as Honeymaren hissed in pleasure at the contact. The dark-haired woman sat upright in one fluid motion, pulling the queen into her lap to straddle the noaide's hips as she pulled her lover flush against her. Both women moaned appreciatively at the fulfilling sensation of the full-body contact, Elsa capturing the enchanting Northuldran's lips in a searing kiss. Pale fingers toyed with the strands of hair at the nape of her lover's neck, their tongues gliding over each other as their passion climbed ever higher. Finally, the blonde broke away to gasp for air and pressed her forehead against Honeymaren's, her face a hair's breadth away from hers.
"Maren..." she began breathlessly, leaning up to brush her lips against her love's in a feather-light touch. "Make love to me," she whispered huskily before again pressing her lips earnestly against Honeymaren's. The Northuldran moaned into the kiss, all inhibition gone as she immediately forced her tongue between her lover's lips, claiming what was hers. Strong, tan fingers tangled themselves into a silken sea of white-gold as she pulled the blonde closer, deepening the kiss even more.
Honeymaren could feel the queen's need brush up against her, slick with untended arousal and instantly reacted to the possessive flame the sensation sparked within her. One hand immediately ducked between their panting bodies, her warm, nimble fingers quickly slipping between the blonde's legs and dipping into the warmth of her most intimate place. Elsa broke the kiss and cried out her lover's name as she pressed her fingers against her. Honeymaren moaned against her chest - the queen was absolutely dripping with need and it drove the brunette mad with a primal lust. Unable to contain her sudden overwhelming desire to completely and utterly possess the spiritual goddess writhing against her, Honeymaren ever so slowly began to dip a single finger inside the blonde. Elsa moaned loudly and clung to her lover tightly as she felt the foreign digit begin to penetrate her, resting her forehead against her shoulder and closing her eyes tightly. She had spent countless fevered nights dreaming of this exact moment only to awake in a cold sweat, her chest heaving at the dream-memories. Finally, finally she would feel her lover inside of her.
Suddenly, the queen hissed sharply when she felt a strange, uncomfortable sensation of pressure inside of her and Honeymaren froze. The spirit could feel the Northuldran's entire body tense as she stilled all movement. Elsa blinked several times, guiding the brunette's head back to peer into her eyes in confusion. "Wh-what's wrong?" she panted breathlessly, brushing some stray hair from suddenly anxious, tan features. Honeymaren slowly withdrew her hand and the blonde's brows furrowed in concern as she stroked her lover's cheek. "Maren, what's wrong?"
The Northuldran swallowed heavily a couple times, willing her voice to work. "You're...you're a virgin," she stated quietly. Elsa blinked at her owlishly. "Um..." she began uncertainly. "Did...didn't you...know that? I-I thought you knew I had never..." she trailed off, suddenly worried that she had done something wrong. The noaide shook her head, quick to elaborate. "No, no, I knew you had never been with anyone before. But, Elsa, you are still physically...intact." The queen frowned slightly, trying to follow the train of thought that caused her love such sudden concern. The brunette wracked her brain for a way to explain to Elsa the gravity of this discovery. "In our culture, it's very rare for even a virgin to be unbroken due to our constant physical activity, not to mention that we ride reindeer everywhere we migrate. I-I had figured that these months riding Nokk around..." she trailed off before shaking her head as she tried to explain. "It's...it's very special to us spiritually, Elsa."
The blonde nodded slowly. "I...understand the concept of remaining unspoiled for one's spouse, it's a common expectation across the world. I-I just..." she stuttered, struggling to convey her thoughts to Honeymaren. "I mean...I don't plan on..." The monarch felt herself getting upset as her mind spun and begun to run away with her. "I...I don't want to save myself for someone else, if that's what you're asking..." she whispered almost inaudibly. Her heart felt as though it were being strangled as she suddenly imagined a more traditional future with a royal marriage for beneficial gain rather than for the love she felt so deeply in that moment and tears sprang unbidden to her eyes. "Never," Honeymaren whispered fiercely as she instantly felt the struggle in her love before quickly silencing her fears with a firm, reassuring kiss. Elsa leaned into the kiss heavily, desperate for the comfort it brought. The Northuldran pulled away after a long moment, pressing her forehead against the queen's. "You are mine, Elsa. I will never, ever give you up. Unless you send me away, I will follow you to hell and back. Don't ever think a world could exist where I would not fight until my last breath to be with you," she whispered passionately against her lips.
The blonde took a deep, calming breath before pulling back slightly and looking into Honeymaren's still unsure eyes. "Then...why...?" she trailed off uncertainly. Honeymaren ran her fingers soothingly through white-gold locks, quiet for a moment as she thought how best to explain her heart to the beautiful queen. "We Northuldra believe that when this happens, it is not simply by luck or chance. We believe the match to be the will of Ahtohallan herself, and a bond empowered by the spirits is not something one creates on a whim. Because it's you, this is the equivalent of the Great Mother essentially gifting you to a mortal bond - a simple mortal about to take the virginity of a goddess. It's...it's a commitment that carries a heavy weight in a spiritual extent." Elsa blushed deeply at the brunette's serious words. "Like...marriage?" Elsa asked hesitatingly. "O-oh..." was all she could manage when her noaide nodded. Honeymaren breathed a small sigh of relief, grateful that the beautiful woman now understood what she was saying.
"Elsa, you are more amazing than anything I could have dreamed into existence. From the first day you came into my life, you have been its brightest light and that will not change," Honeymaren said earnestly, gently massaging the back of the queen's head as she spoke. "But your new life has just begun. Who knows what path awaits you in your future? Or who you will meet upon it..." she trailed off quietly. The brunette shook her head sadly as she stared into unreadable blue pools. "My love, I cannot ask this gift of you, let alone take it knowing how much in life you have yet to experience," she whispered hoarsely.
To Honeymaren's surprise, the queen's response was to flash a brilliant, loving smile at her noaide before leaning in to capture her lips in the softest, most tender kiss Honeymaren had ever experienced. Her eyes remained dazedly closed, even after the blonde slowly pulled away. "It's not really your choice, though...is it, my love?" Elsa said confidently. Honeymaren blinked at the queen, open surprise and confusion on her pretty features. Elsa laughed happily, pulling the bewildered Northuldran into a deeper, more persistent kiss that left the brunette's brain even more hazy; quite unhelpful as she tried to follow the queen's sudden excitement. "Don't you see, Maren?" the queen asked. "You are my path. You always have been," she insisted, sparkling blue eyes staring happily into surprised chocolate. "You said it yourself - a gift from Ahtohallan. I have belonged to you since the day I came to this forest. You were the first and only person since childhood who's touch I never shied away from, other than Anna and Kristoff. It simply took me longer to understand and accept why that was. You were meant to be the only person to touch me, Maren."
Elsa flashed the stunned brunette another happy, dazzling smile before pulling her in for a final, searing kiss that made Honeymaren's head spin as Elsa's elation rolled off of her in waves. It was all she could do to kiss the queen back with as much passion as she could muster, trying to convey in that single kiss the depth of her love and devotion for the wintery spirit. Elsa moaned softly into the kiss, their previous passion quickly returning. The queen impatiently rocked her hips against Honeymaren's lap, seeking purchase and the Northuldran was happy to comply. She eagerly cupped the soaked queen and pressed her fingers firmly against her again, causing the blonde to cry out sharply. Honeymaren slowly dipped the first digit of her middle finger inside her lover, pausing when she saw Elsa wince ever so slightly as she was once more met with the thin barrier.
Honeymaren stilled her hand, wrapping her other arm around the blonde's trim waist and pulling her flush against her, holding her protectively. Soft brown eyes searched crystalline blue pools, looking for any hesitation. "Are you sure, Elsa?" she whispered gently, afraid to ask but knowing she would hate herself if she didn't give the queen every chance to stop her. Elsa panted shallowly, giving her lover a reassuring, somewhat sly smile. "Come, Northuldran," she parroted in the same teasing, challenge Honeymaren had used on her what suddenly felt like forever ago. "Claim what is rightfully yours."
Honeymaren grinned and crashed her lips against Elsa's, very gently pumping the tip of her finger in and out of the dripping blonde, using her thumb to firmly massage the tiny bundle of nerves at the front of her sex. She used the arm wrapped around her waist to hold her still, preventing the raggedly panting queen from impaling herself on the Northuldran's finger before she was prepared to her satisfaction. Elsa, though her body was impatient, submitted completely to her lover. She knew this was a deeply touching, spiritual moment for her, especially given her cherished position as the tribe's noaide. She would allow her love to do anything and everything she pleased when it pleased her to do it. Trying to ground herself, she wrapped delicate arms around the beautiful woman's neck and clung to her, resting her head against Honeymaren's shoulder and burying her face into her, whimpering into her neck. She had to bite her lip to keep from begging the Northuldran for release, biting down hard enough to nearly draw blood.
"Are you ready?" Honeymaren panted heavily, her heart racing wildly in her chest. "Gods, yes," the queen gasped out, turning her lips to whisper hotly in her lover's ear. "Take me, please..." The whispered phrase drove the brunette over the edge, groaning as she finally pressed hard and fast into the queen, punching through her innocence and plunging her finger deep into the blonde's virginal passage. A strangled cry of pain mixed with pleasure tore itself from the queen's throat as tears instantly began to trek down flushed cheeks. She trembled violently and clung to her lover as a deep ache settled into her lower belly. Honeymaren held very still inside the queen, allowing Elsa to slowly grow accustomed to the stretch even her single finger gave her incredibly tight, untouched walls. She continued to gently massage the queen's sensitive bud with her thumb, slowly letting the pain melt into pleasure and peppering gentle, loving kisses across Elsa's face, eyes, lips, and anywhere else she could reach.
She felt a strange sensation on her hand and looked down in dismay to see two thin rivulets of blood flowing from the blonde and down her hand. Honeymaren frowned, feeling every inch of Elsa's pale body shaking. She pulled her ever closer, nuzzling the queen lovingly. "Elsa, you're trembling..." The Northuldran began to pull her hand away when Elsa's slender, pale one reached down and held it in place. "No," the queen commanded firmly. "I'm fine," she breathed, pressing their lightly sweating foreheads together. "Please, just...slowly..." she mumbled huskily against the tan woman's lips.
Honeymaren began to very slowly pump her finger in and out of the queen, withdrawing it nearly all the way before gently pressing it deep inside of her again. Over and over she penetrated the queen, each time eliciting a quiet cry that was part moan of pleasure and part whimper of pain. She watched the blonde's face closely and breathed a sigh of relief as she saw the pain finally begin to melt away more and more to pleasure. Slowly, Elsa began to rock her hips to meet Honeymaren's gentle strokes, burying her face once again in her lover's neck and simply clinging to her, allowing herself to be lost in the slow build of the intimate sensation. Experimentally, Honeymaren began to pump her finger just a bit faster, carefully gauging Elsa's reaction. She smiled widely when Elsa began to moan softly, driving her hips a bit harder against her hand. "Maren..." she panted, pulling back a bit to nuzzle her face against the Northuldran's, her eyes shut tight in her passion.
"Please...d-deeper, Maren..." Elsa begged. Honeymaren groaned at the plea, more than happy to oblige the queen's delicious request. She stared into dark blue pools as she slid her finger as deep inside the winter spirit as she could, moaning softly at the blonde's expression as a white hot bolt of pleasure coursed through her. They stared into each other's eyes for a long, intense moment as Honeymaren began to pick up speed as well, the beautiful queen's breasts heaving gently as she writhed in her lap, moans growing louder and louder. Now that the pain had subsided, it was time for Elsa to truly surrender herself, completely and utterly.
"Tell me what you want, Elsa," she whispered huskily, gently nipping at the blonde's full lower lip. The queen swallowed heavily, trying to make her voice work. "I-I...I want..." she tried, moving her hips faster in time with Honeymaren's hand. She shook her head helplessly. "I-I can't..." she moaned, losing herself to the sensation of her lover inside of her. The Northuldran pulled Elsa closer to her before pressing deeply into the keening woman and curling her finger, pressing firmly against a rough, spongy patch inside of her that made the queen see stars. "MAREN!" she cried with a loud gasp, tangling her hands into dark tresses and holding on for dear life.
"Answer me, Elsa," Honeymaren commanded lowly, punctuating her order with another firm swipe to the sensitive spot she had located. "Make me yours, please!" the blonde begged in a cry of pleasure. "Gods, I want you to take me. Take me over and over until I scream your name, possess me, just don't ever, ever stop..." she sobbed out, tears of passion squeezing from behind tightly closed eyelids as she cried out her deepest desires. "Please...I don't want to feel or think about anything but you inside of me," she begged her lover desperately.
Honeymaren growled low in her throat at the queen's pleas, the tightening in her lower belly becoming almost unbearable. "That's more like it, my beautiful goddess," she moaned in the blonde's ear. "Are you ready to surrender yourself, my queen?" she growled out huskily. "Y-yes!" Elsa panted earnestly. "I'm yours..." The moment the words passed the lustful queen's lips, the primal instinct within the Northuldran was allowed full reign. The beautiful spirit would belong to her in every way possible. With that delicious thought, Honeymaren withdrew her single finger only to plunge a second deep inside of her, stretching out her tight, virgin walls.
A strangled scream ripped itself from Elsa's throat as her body instinctively pressed down against the brunette's fingers and drove them ever deeper, much to the Northuldran's delight. Honeymaren reached up with her free hand to tangle her fingers in the queen's hair, tugging firmly on the thick, blonde tresses and forcing Elsa's head back, baring her throat vulnerably to the suddenly dominating brunette. Honeymaren nipped possessively at the sensitive skin of Elsa's neck, eliciting small whimpers of pleasure as her lover quickly began to lose herself in her passion, every inhibition the queen had cast from her mind. "Fuck, Maren," she cried breathlessly, the moaned curse drawing a ragged gasp from the tan woman. Honeymaren pulled away from Elsa, drinking in the unobscured view of her writhing lover in the throes of passion. Elsa gripped desperate fistfuls of the furs below them as her noaide went beyond her reach, held still by the Northuldran's commanding hand tangled in her hair. Honeymaren slowly withdrew her fingers from the blonde's sex, the woman whimpering at the loss before they were forced deep within her tightness again at an agonizingly slow pace. Over and over she penetrated her lover this way, never increasing her speed, forcing the normally authoritative, goal-oriented queen to endure the delicious, drawn-out torture. The Northuldran felt herself becoming intoxicated by the submission from the keening monarch, her heavy-lidded gaze roaming appreciatively over her writhing lover's body as she watched her completely, finally release control.
Elsa was beside herself, wanting desperately to beg Honeymaren for release but unable to force her mouth to form the words. Never before had she experienced such pleasure, thriving under her lover's possessive dominance. The complete lack of control was an exhilaration the queen had never imagined in her dizziest daydreams and she was absolutely drunk with the sensation. She wanted nothing more than for the Northuldran to ravish her in every way the woman possibly desired. Suddenly, she felt her hot, open-mouthed kisses planted against her vulnerable, bared throat once more and she melted submissively under the touch. "Who do you belong to?" Honeymaren whispered hotly in her ear. Elsa whimpered, trying desperately to speak but completely incapacitated.
"Who do you belong to, Elsa?" The Northuldran demanded again, punctuating her order by curling her fingers and mercilessly rubbing at the wonderful spot deep inside of her as well as a small, sharp tug of her white-gold tether. "YOU! OH MY GODS, MAREN, I'M YOURS! ONLY YOURS!" Elsa screamed at the top of her lungs. Honeymaren rewarded her answer by increasing her speed to a near feverish pace, hitting the magical spot deep within her each time she penetrated her. "Then come for me, my queen," she moaned in the Elsa's ear. "Scream my name and come for me."
The time had come for the blonde's wish to cease thinking to come true. Honeymaren twisted her body to flip the queen on her back so fast the queen's head spun. She immediately kissed and nipped her way down the writhing, moaning siren's body, her fingers never ceasing their mind-numbing task. With her now free hand, the brunette forced the queen's legs open wide for her, dipping down to suckle greedily at the sensitive bundle of nerves. Elsa's eyes flew open, a wordless scream tearing itself from her throat as her climax ripped through her body with the force of a tidal wave, her entire back arching beautifully in ecstasy. Wave after wave of pleasure flooded her very existence as her lover continued to pleasure her tirelessly.
Elsa was on another plane of existence as bolt after bolt of white-hot pleasure completely consumed her. Never in her life had she felt anything close to this, even the several mind-numbing orgasms her lover had already guided her through. There was nothing and no one in this place, not even Honeymaren herself - only the heights of pleasure existed here. The stars themselves exploded behind her tightly closed eyes every time her lover hit that incredible secret spot deep inside of her. It felt like an eternity before the ecstasy eventually began to fade and her body collapsed in a trembling heap, finally spent beyond recovery.
"M-Maren..." she panted weakly as the edges of her vision began to go dark. When warm, protective arms collected her in a loving embrace and Honeymaren pulled her close to her, the queen's panting breaths hitched slightly, tears beginning to flow unchecked from the sheer emotional release of the experience. Elsa turned to bury her face into her lover's neck, clinging to her tightly. Honeymaren grabbed the corner of a large fur and pulled, encasing both of them in the velvety material as Elsa began to sob softly. "Shhh, my love, you're alright. I'm here Elsa. I'm here," she said soothingly, brushing sweaty bangs from her panting love's pale forehead. "Don't let me go..." the queen trailed off faintly as her tears quieted, her breathing evening out and beginning to slow. After only a few moments, Elsa's head lolled onto the brunette's shoulder as she slipped into a deep, dreamless sleep of sheer exhaustion. Honeymaren delicately kissed each eyelid of the unresponsive blonde, nuzzling her cheek lovingly. "Never, my love," she whispered, closing her eyes as she ran her fingers through silky blonde tresses. "Never."
AN:
...well then.
This was...interesting to write. And my first time, too! (insert rimshot here)
Pretty sure I get to have a cigarette now, right? That's how this works?
Soooo...sorry those that I may have scared off with this chapter.
Aaaaand thanks to those who stuck around, especially my followers, loyal reviewers, and dirty birdies who PMed me and planted the ideas in my brain!
Going forward, all I can say is enjoy this now and remember to wear your seatbelt...y'all are about to go for a ride.
Cheers!
-Volchise