Winter's Echo
Chapter Forty-Seven – You Don't Have to Hide
Honeymaren grinned as she stepped out of the carriage and looked upon the sprawling chateau they were apparently staying at. It was clear to the Northuldran that the fiery redhead was clearly not one to set up mediocre surprises as she gazed upon the extravagant looking building. It appeared to be made entirely of stone, though thick ropes of ivy-covered nearly the entire surface of the massive house, small white flowers dotting the greenery. She could make out a smaller building that looked to be a small barn or a stable in the near vicinity and another much farther off – judging by the flickering light of what must have been a candle in a window, she assumed it must have been another home – perhaps servants quarters? She made a mental note of that, logging the information away for future…plans. She couldn't very well have her beautiful queen's honeymoon interrupted by the embarrassment of being caught mid-ecstasy, now could she?
The noaide took a deep breath and sighed contentedly at the fresh, salty air. She could hear the ocean waves crashing against the shore, so loud they must have been directly on the other side of the luxurious-looking abode. Beyond this property, there was nothing to be seen but forest-covered mountains and it filled her with a sense of calm and peace. Before she got too caught up in the sight of it all, she quickly turned to offer her new wife her hand as she stepped out of the carriage. The queen smiled gratefully at her before crystalline eyes softened nostalgically as they alighted on the estate. "Oh, Anna," she said softly, a wistful smile on her face.
"Will you be needing anything else, Your Majesty? Your Highness?" the footman of the carriage asked as he closed the door behind Elsa. The queen turned to him and shook her head, a small, polite smile on her face. "No, thank you, Henry. Thank you for your service. Please be safe going home. If you see my sister, please pass along my deepest thanks to her - she will undoubtedly be waiting for you with bated breath," she said as a small smirk tugged at her lips. Henry smiled broadly and offered his sovereign a low bow. "Thank you, Your Majesty. I hope you enjoy your stay," he said merrily before swiftly climbing into the driver's seat and cracking the reigns gently, disappearing from sight a moment later. The queen took a deep, silent breath as the reality of what was happening began to set in.
It was finally happening.
She was officially a wife. She was married – to Honeymaren. Their much-anticipated wedding night finally upon them for now, for the first time, she was well and truly alone with her new wife. A wave of intense nervousness washed through the blonde and she fought the urge to wring her hands. She had no reason to be nervous – it was not as if they hadn't made love before, after all. Yet, still, the ever-present desire to be perfect and fear of disappointment gnawed away at her confidence like a dog with a bone in the back of the queen's mind. What if she couldn't satisfy Honeymaren? She really had very little experience in lovemaking, and she wanted more than anything to please her new wife. She needed to make tonight special for the noaide who had worked so tirelessly and sacrificed so much to make this extraordinary dream of hers come true.
Elsa shook her head to rid herself of her spiraling thoughts and turned to find Honeymaren looking around the property curiously, smiling as she watched her wife snoop in a half suspicious, half curious manner. "What is this place, Elsa? It's obviously royal property with all the Arendelle crests about the place, but why would the Crown have a random big house of this stature so far from the castle?" Elsa's smile widened at her wife's keen eye as she moved to stand next to her. "Well, you're not wrong…but you're not entirely right either," she said cryptically as she took Honeymaren's hand and led her to the door.
As they stopped just outside of the door, a flash of faded color on the stone wall near the door caught her attention. She tilted her head curiously and bent to inspect it closer, reaching out to move a few strands of ivy out of the way to reveal a worn child's drawing of a snowman wearing a wide-brimmed hat and holding a cane dancing beneath what once must have once been a bright yellow sun. Honeymaren raised an amused eyebrow, turning to look up at her wife. "Is…is this Olaf?" she asked, her smile growing at Elsa's somewhat shy nod. "You were right that this is royal property, but it does not belong to the Crown – it belongs to my family. This was a…summer home, of sorts. We used to come here when Anna and I were little before…" she trailed off quietly, one hand reaching over to nervously rub her arm. "Well, you know," she finished hurriedly with a small shrug and opened the door.
"Wait!" Honeymaren cried as she quickly stood up, much to Elsa's surprise. Rather than give an answer to her bride's expectant look, Honeymaren leaned down and scooped Elsa into her arms in one smooth, quick move, eliciting a small yelp of surprise from the queen. The Northuldran grinned triumphantly and proudly carried her bride inside the home, nudging the door closed behind her with her foot before setting her down, though she didn't relinquish her hold on the queen. Elsa laughed quietly and returned the embrace, smiling at her noaide. "What was that all about, then?" she asked amusedly. Honeymaren shrugged, grinning at the blonde unabashedly. "I've not a clue, Snowflake. Anna said I was supposed to carry my bride over the threshold. I have no idea why, but I like it. In fact, I think I'll do it more often," she said with a smirk, nodding in agreement with herself. Elsa giggled and rolled her eyes at the Northuldran before turning to peer into the darkness of the house. After a moment of squinting as she tried to get her bearings, a sudden soft pink glow from behind her made her turn around again and smile at the small flame dancing in her grinning wife's hand.
Elsa's brow furrowed as she noticed a folded piece of parchment laying on the narrow table next to the foyer, both of the spirit's names scrawled on the front in Anna's handwriting. Honeymaren followed her gaze as she reached for it, holding the flame in her hand out a bit more to give Elsa better light as the queen read it aloud.
Elsa and Honeymaren,
I hope you liked your surprise! Everything has been taken care of – the cupboards and iceboxes are well stocked, there are two horses in the stable if you'd like to go exploring, and your things are all in the closet of the master bedroom. The chateau has also been updated and has its own plumbing now, so no need to call for one of the staff for fresh water!
Speaking of the staff, I've given them strict instructions to leave you be unless summoned – you will have the utmost privacy. Elsa, you can let them know when you need something or if they are able to come to change the linens and clean by signaling them with your magic.
Elsa, I will be incredibly cross with you if you come home any sooner than a fortnight, which is why I made sure you both have plentiful provisions for at least a month. I know both of you are very loyal, dutiful people, but both Yelena and I have agreed that you should take your time and enjoy each other before you step into your new lives. No one deserves this more than the two of you – please, savor it.
I love you and I'll miss you both. Take good care of my sister, Sparky, or face my wrath!
Loving you always,
Anna
"Have I told you how much I love your sister?" Honeymaren asked with a broad grin. Elsa laughed and shook her head lovingly as she folded up the letter once more, laying it back on the table. "She's amazing," the queen agreed quietly, an adoring smile on her lips. "I could live a hundred years and never deserve her. Or you," she added, turning around and resting her forearms on her wife's shoulders, linking her fingers behind her head. "Care for a tour?" she asked playfully. Though crystalline eyes twinkled with mirth, there was an underlying note in their depths that didn't go unnoticed by the noaide.
The nervous spirit of winter was stalling…and the fire maven would have none of it.
Honeymaren smirked, wrapping her free arm around the blonde's waist and pulling her close. "There is only one room in this place that I am currently interested in seeing," she said lowly, twilight eyes dancing with the flames of her magic and an underlying hunger that made the queen's heart race with anticipation and an excited kind of anxiety she had never felt before. She was nervous, certainly, but it did nothing to quell her impossibly deep desire for the mistress of flames.
Elsa leaned in to place a slow, sweet kiss on her lips – chaste and only slightly hesitant, yet the full of promises with the queen's quickened breath – before slipping out of her kitten heels next to the door and moving further inside the house, turning to Honeymaren with expectant and beckoning blue eyes. Honeymaren grinned and immediately reached her free, flameless hand down to tug off her knee-high boots, struggling only slightly with the bulky things before tossing them unceremoniously on the ground in the foyer in her haste to rejoin her bride, the small giggle her antics elicited from the queen making her heart race. "I want to show you something," Elsa said quietly as she reached out her hand to her love, entwining their fingers when Honeymaren eagerly took it and tugged her through the dark home. Honeymaren used her magic to light several candles along the way as she saw them, slowly beginning to bath the opulent dwelling in a warm, soft light.
Elsa bit her lip, making her already attractively shy smile even more fetching on her pale features as she opened the door to a beautifully decorated bedroom. Flowers and petals of the cleanest white decorated nearly every surface of the room, their light and fresh scent perfuming the air wonderfully. The room was smaller than Elsa's chambers at the castle, but no less luxurious. The canopy bed was quite large, soft-white gossamer curtains swooping elegantly to conceal any occupants from the outside world. There was a door on either side of the bed, one leading to a washroom with an overly large tub for bathing that could definitely comfortably accommodate two, Honeymaren noted with a smirk, and the other to what the Northuldran presumed was a closet of some kind. A modest vanity sat against one wall while a writing desk adorned the other, fresh parchment, quills, and ink neatly organized on its surface.
Elsa smiled at the fresh flowers decorating the room and stifled a giggle – her fiery, redheaded sister had clearly spared no expense in an effort to ensure Elsa had every possible romantic, fairytale experience in the book, complete with petals strewn about the silken bedsheets. The view she really wanted to share with her new wife, however, lay just beyond a pair of large double doors at the end of the room opposite the canopy bed. She tugged Honeymaren over to them before turning to face her, cupping the hand that held the magic flame in both of hers before slowly guiding the fire maven's fingers to close over it until it winked out of existence. "Close your eyes, my love," she whispered, reaching out to delicately trail her fingertips downward across her wife's beautiful, heart-shaped face, lightly brushing her eyelids and bidding them to close. Honeymaren smiled warmly, catching Elsa's wandering hand in her own and pressing her lips softly against the pads of the queen's fingers, though her eyes remained obediently closed.
Elsa's breath hitched at the surprisingly sensual feeling of her new wife's lips tenderly caressing fingertips that had no right being as sensitive as they were in that moment, the simple touch sending tiny bolts of lightning throughout her body. The queen gave a quiet, breathless laugh when the fire maven made sure to give each of her fingertips equal, loving attention, eliciting a shiver from the spirit of winter before finally releasing her hand. Elsa took a shaky breath to collect herself before turning and opening the double doors wide. She moved to stand behind her wife, wrapping her arms around her waist and standing on her tiptoes so she could rest her chin on her shoulder. "Open your eyes, Maren," she whispered in her ear.
When twilight eyes opened, it was accompanied by a soft gasp of wonderment that echoed around the room now bathed in moonlight. A full, silvery moon hung on a dark horizon, its ethereal light dancing along the breaking waves of an endless sea. Honeymaren's eyes welled with tears of awe as they took in the scene – she had never seen the ocean before. She had seen the fjord, of course, and the bay of Arendelle, but never before had she seen it in all of its breathtaking majesty and power. Just as she had been on the cliffs of the North Mountain, the Northuldran was left speechless by the incredible vastness of the sight before her, the soft, salty breeze of the sea gently caressing her face. Elsa smiled at her wife's awestruck features, brushing her lips lovingly against her cheek. "I'm going to freshen up a bit. You stay here, my love," she whispered in her ear, waiting for the entranced noaide's adorably distracted nod before releasing her and heading toward the large dressing room across the bedroom.
Once inside, and after checking that Honeymaren was still contentedly gazing at the beauty of the moonlit ocean, Elsa closed the door quietly and leaned back against it, releasing a shaky breath she didn't realize she had been holding. Gods help her, why was she so nervous? As she ran her fingers through her long, loose tresses, she spied her trunk in the corner and raised a curious eyebrow when she saw another piece of folded parchment atop it, addressed to only her this time. Elsa walked over to her trunk and retrieved it, her eyes quickly scanning its contents as she idly tucked an errant lock of hair behind her ear.
Elsa,
By now, I know your nerves are starting to get the best of you, so I've packed you a small flask of akvavit in case you need liquid courage. Please, try to relax! You're going to do just fine. This isn't about performing, this is about enjoying and celebrating the start of your life together. Remember, this is a precious chance to let go of all of your fears and worries and just be true to yourself. Let yourself feel, let yourself want, let yourself desire and be desired! This is a time to be honest and open with each other and explore yourselves and your love for one another.
For the next few weeks, nothing exists except you, Honeymaren, and the love you share.
…and the gift from the Duchess de Chagny, which is in Honeymaren's trunk.
Enjoy yourself!
Loving you always,
Anna
P.S You didn't think I would forget Honeymaren's gift wrap, did you?
Elsa blushed bright red as she quickly refolded the letter and opened her trunk, biting back a small, nervous whine when she saw what her sneaky sister had packed for her. Layer after layer of silk, satin, and lace garments mocked her, each piece more scandalous than the next. "Anna, did you pack any actual clothes?!" Elsa hissed to herself quietly as she rummaged slightly through the contents for a brief moment before throwing her hands up in nervous frustration, wrapping her arms around herself defensively and beginning to pace slightly. It didn't really matter, considering Elsa could craft herself whatever clothes she wished, but the crystal-clear implications of the silk and lace only served to fray her already frazzled nerves. With a passing thought, she stalked back to her trunk and retrieved the bottle of akvavit, hastily uncorking it and taking a drink. She swallowed quickly and raised her free hand to her mouth to stifle her coughing as it burned down her throat before repeating the process twice more and resuming her pacing.
This was ridiculous – she was a queen, not some…some…courtesan! She had no business wearing such provocative things, she would look painfully awkward – absurd, even! As she walked by the open trunk and spied the rather elegantly beautiful white, lace and silk negligee Anna had gifted her, however, her sister's words that always seemed to be surprisingly wise beyond her years began to sink into the queen's anxious mind. "Let yourself desire and be desired…" she murmured to herself quietly. Elsa bit her lip, pausing to reach out and touch the delicate fabric, the fine silk cool and smooth beneath fingertips that still tingled from the memory of her wife's lips upon them. She hesitated for a brief second before taking a short, steadying breath and tossing the flask back into her trunk as she quickly began to slip out of her dress.
Only a few minutes later saw Elsa staring nervously at herself in the mirror, her arms wrapped defensively around her middle. The position looked awkward and out of place while wearing the elegant lingerie. The negligee was one billowing piece of flowing silk and lace that fell over her like a shawl, held up by two thin, barely-there silk straps that left her shoulders and collarbone tantalizingly bare. The top consisted of tightly knit lace that looked like snowflakes that spiked down over her breasts just low enough to hide her nipples. A curtain of see-through silky fabric cascaded down to just barely reach the line of her hips, revealing her flat, taut stomach and hourglass curves. A pair of matching white lacy underwear completed what Elsa was hesitant to refer to as an 'outfit', her long, smooth legs left bare and exposed to the cool air.
Elsa was many things, but oblivious and ignorant were not among them - she was aware she was attractive. If the endless string of compliments she was paid in court were polite lies, the countless furtive glances that weren't hidden quickly enough or the blatant stares of the men of the aristocracy spoke volumes to the truth of her beauty. Despite these constant opportunities of reassurance and flattery, only one thing in her entire life had ever made Elsa feel beautiful…and that was the way Honeymaren looked at her. The way those soft, doe eyes lovingly gazed at her like she was heaven on earth when the fire maven thought she wasn't looking, only to glance furtively away when crystalline eyes caught her staring. Those moments they would be laughing about something together and she would look up to find the noaide simply looking at her with a warm, dreamy smile of content and adoration that always made the queen blush. How Honeymaren had stared in utter awe and wonder as Elsa had walked down the aisle toward her, as though she was trying to convince herself that the queen was real and not a wonderful dream she was loathe to wake from. Or, more recently, how the fire maven had gazed at her with an insatiable, nearly predatory hunger, fiery twilight depths undressing the spirit of winter in her mind's eye as they raked appreciatively over her body.
She desperately wanted to feel those eyes on her again.
Elsa bit her lip and raised her eyes to meet her own gaze in her reflection – she felt foolish and awkward. She had been an antisocial prude her entire life without a salacious bone in her body until she suddenly found herself lusting over the noaide. What did she know about being sexy? What if Honeymaren thought her silly? What if she didn't like it?
…but what if she did?
Anna's reassuring voice the night the redhead had gifted her current attire to her drifted into her mind.
"She's not going to be able to keep her hands off of you when you wear this. Consider yourself a wedding present – this is nothing more than gift-wrapping. Besides, it's for Honeymaren and we both know you will do anything to make that woman happy."
Elsa took a quick, determined breath to steel herself. She shook out her hands as she gathered her courage, the alluringly possessive twilight flames in her wife's eyes flashing in the forefront of her mind. If the queen wanted the fire maven to act on the barely restrained, passionate instincts just below the surface of those beautiful eyes, and by all that was holy did she want her to, then she would have to make it impossible for her noaide to hold herself back.
Which meant she needed to stop holding herself back, as well.
She opened the door to the dressing room carefully, peeking into the bedroom to find her new wife with her arms crossed leaning back against the doorframe with her face turned toward the ocean, gazing at the view serenely. Elsa's breath caught in her throat at the sight – by the Gods, was the noaide stunning. Her earlier shyness and nervousness melted away as the queen padded quietly across the room to get a closer look, stopping at the edge of the bed. She placed her hands against one of the tall, sturdy bedposts and leaned against it, content to watch her wife and drink in her breathtaking beauty. Lovely, heart-shaped features were bathed in the silvery light of the full moon, the same glow silhouetting her striking figure as she leaned casually against the doorframe.
As if she could sense Elsa's gaze, twilight eyes suddenly found arctic blue in the moonlit room and the queen couldn't help the small gasp that escaped her at the intensity that flashed through them when they alighted on her. Pale fingertips gripped the dark wood of the bedpost tighter as fiery twilight pools that nearly glowed in the darkness raked over her form and pulled sharply at something deep inside of her. If the queen had thought the noaide's gaze was hungry before, she could now only describe it as ravenous.
She internally cursed every precious second she wasted debating the lingerie.
Honeymaren pushed herself off of the doorframe and slowly made her way over to her bride, her movements fluid and graceful like a stalking panther, her penetrating gaze never straying from the queen. Elsa instinctively took a small step back from the bedpost as the Northuldran came to a stop in front of her, submissively offering herself to the fire maven's appreciative gaze as her breath quickened. "You are the most beautiful creature I have ever beheld," Honeymaren whispered in a husky voice full of awe and raw passion as she slowly circled around the queen, twilight eyes raking salaciously over the winter spirit's exposed form. Elsa gasped when she felt her wife's hand ghost over the curve of her waist, a warm palm slipping beneath the negligee and lying flat against her lower belly just above her panty line, pulling her firmly against her. The other trailed an open-palm caress from a trembling bare shoulder to across a pale collarbone, moving upward sensually to her throat and eliciting a quiet whimper of anticipation from the queen.
"About our bet…" Honeymaren whispered hotly against Elsa's neck, the hand on her throat moving higher to cradle the queen's chin and guiding it to the side, baring the sensitive skin to the warm, feather-light touch of her wife's lips. "About whether or not you could last ten minutes into this without screaming my name to the heavens?" Elsa bit her lip, one of her hands reaching to cover the one against her lower belly while the other reached behind her, pale fingers finding purchase on the noaide's firm thigh and squeezing desperately. "Y-yes," she managed to gasp out as Honeymaren's teeth lightly grazed against her exposed throat, following it with a slow, open-mouthed kiss that made the most delicious sounds in the blonde's ear. Whether the strangled word was an invitation for her lover to continue her sentence or a plea for warm hands to continue their possessive caress, Elsa neither knew nor cared – just as long as her wife kept going.
"I'm calling it off."
Elsa blinked as she tried to process the words in her hazy mind. She opened her mouth to ask why but gasped in pleasure when her lips were claimed by her wife's in a deep, sensual kiss just as two warm fingers slipped beneath her lacy underwear and into the abundant wetness there, tenderly caressing the sensitive bundle of nerves at the front of her sex. The blonde nearly collapsed against her wife at the long-awaited touch she so desperately needed, Honeymaren swallowing the desperate moan that ripped itself from the queen's throat. The fire maven pulled back just enough to whisper huskily against Elsa's lips. "From the day I met you, I've dedicated myself to giving you the safety and comfort to allow yourself to feel joy and pleasure…to truly let yourself go," she murmured as she continued to lovingly stroke her, Elsa's desperate whimpers music to the Northuldran's ears, the noaide's strong arms the only thing keeping the winter queen standing. "The last thing I want you to do on our wedding night is to try to hold yourself back. I want you to…savor it," she whispered as she slowly withdrew her fingers, smirking at the needy whine of disapproval that followed. Honeymaren slowly lifted her hand, wide crystalline eyes following the movement and darkening intensely when the fire maven teasingly slipped her fingers, glistening with the queen's arousal, between her lips.
"Oh Gods," Elsa panted in a whispered whimper, blushing hotly and moaning as she watched her wife suck her fingers clean. Her knees nearly buckled from beneath her at the sight, her heart threatening to beat right out of her chest. Her wife's possessive hand on her neck kept her wonderfully grounded, though she wasn't sure how long it would last – she could feel herself practically dripping with need for her fire maven. "I'm really glad you called off the bet," Elsa whispered as she swallowed thickly, surprised to find she loved the feel of the delicious, gentle pressure against her bobbing throat. "Is that so?" Honeymaren asked, the smirk clear in her voice as she gently nuzzled her wife's neck as the blonde nodded. "Why is that?" A sexy little smirk tugged at the corner of Elsa's mouth just before she spun around in her surprised wife's grasp, wrapping her arms around her neck and pulling her close. "I hate to lose," she whispered against her lips before claiming them fiercely with her own, pressing her lithe, nearly nude body against her and eliciting an appreciative groan from the fire maven. Honeymaren instantly wrapped her arms around the queen and pulled her flush against her, one hand snaking up into waves of molten white-gold.
Honeymaren's lips pulled away only to reattach themselves to the winter spirit's neck, Elsa crying out when her wife sucked sharply at her sensitive pulse point. The queen tried to bury her fingers in the fire maven's hair and nearly growled in frustration, the silky tresses she longed to feel between her fingers still coiffed in a tight, regal updo. Her wife was far too…proper. Her hair still done up, still adorned in her full uniform while Elsa wore nothing but a scrap of silk and lace. "M-Maren, wait," she whispered huskily, trying to pull away and moaning softly when the noaide's response was to pull her closer, her teeth nipping sharply at the sensitive skin with a barely audible growl. "I've done my waiting," came her love's impatient reply, causing a slow smile to tug at the queen's panting lips as a breathless laugh escaped her – her wife would not be letting her get away anytime soon.
She quickly turned her head to press her lips to her fiery love's, reassuring her with soft promises of what was to come as she soothed the fire maven's possessive flame to gentler, slower touches. "Hey," she whispered against Honeymaren's lips, a sexy smile spreading across her own. "I have wifely duties to perform, you know," she teased. "Yes, you do – and it is to obey my every desire to ravage you senseless in this bed," Honeymaren growled in a quiet, husky voice as her hands slid down to Elsa's rear and squeezed firmly, eliciting a gasp from the blonde as her hips were pulled flush against her wife's. Elsa bit her lip and smiled teasingly at her impatient noaide, brushing her lips lightly against hers. "Of course, darling – I am yours to do with as you please. But would you really be so cruel as to deny me?" she breathed with a sexy pout as her hands slid down the front of Honeymaren's dress jacket, tugging meaningfully on the lapels. "I've been so looking forward to it…"
Elsa pushed gently on the Northuldran's shoulders, backing her up to the edge of the bed and leaning in to place soft, sensual kisses along her wife's jaw and neck as she made quick work of the pins and ties in her hair. She tossed them carelessly aside as she found them until finally the fire maven's beautiful dark tresses were free, cascading down her back like a waterfall of dark fire. The forest green sash around her waist came next, Honeymaren's breath quickening as Elsa let the soft fabric flutter to the floor and her nimble fingers swiftly moved on to the buttons of the dress jacket, intently devoted to their task of undressing their noaide. The queen pressed her lips hurriedly to her wife's as she pushed the jacket off of her shoulders, Honeymaren eagerly shrugging out of it so she could place her hands on Elsa's full hips. "I've been waiting all day to do this, Maren," the queen murmured against her lips as she tugged the Northuldran's white dress shirt from her pants. Agile fingers made quick work of the buttons and pulled it open to reveal an ample chest and a toned, flat stomach, pale arms slipping inside the loose, thin material and pulling the Northuldran's warm body flush against hers. "Oh, Gods," Elsa whispered at the sensation, unable to resist kissing her wife hungrily as Honeymaren's arms wrapped around the queen and held her close, savoring the contact.
This time, it was Elsa's turn to be impatient as her hands dragged down her wife's body, fingernails leaving thin trails of frost in their wake and eliciting a groan from the noaide as they made their way to the button of her pants. Elsa pulled back with a sexy smirk at the feel of the fire maven's muscles twitching beneath her fingers, looking into passion-hazed twilight pools. The queen slowly leaned in again, this time placing a slow, teasing kiss at the corner of Honeymaren's mouth before trailing her lips along her defined jaw and down her neck. Ever so slowly, the winter spirit began to kiss her way down her wife's body, teasing her with her tongue while her magic continued to pulse at her fingertips and draw small patterns of frost against sun-kissed skin. Elsa could feel Honeymaren's heavy breathing beneath her lips as she kissed ever lower until she was on her knees before the fire maven, looking up at her through long, dark lashes with half-lidded eyes.
Maren moaned softly at the sight, one hand reaching out and grasping the bedpost to steady her suddenly shaky knees. A slow, beautiful smile grew on the queen's face as she leaned forward, soft lips trailing even softer kisses just above the waistband of her pants while she unhooked the buttons holding them up. Elsa smiled against the now trembling skin of her wife's lower belly as she hooked her fingers into the waistband and tugged the pants ever so slowly down full hips and shapely thighs. The queen bit her lip to stifle a groan at the sight before her, though she wasn't surprised – Honeymaren had never been fond of wearing undergarments of any kind. Elsa nuzzled her fire maven's lower belly tenderly, her warm breath sending shivers through Honeymaren's body as her hands caressed her wife's smooth, full thighs. "Elsa," Honeymaren whispered shakily, her hand clutching the bedpost hard enough that the queen could hear the wood creaking beneath her fingertips.
Elsa glanced up at her wife once more, deliberately placing a slow, sensual kiss just above Honeymaren's glistening need. Without a second thought, the queen leaned in and tasted her love for the first time with a slow, deliberate swipe of her tongue, her hands gripping her now trembling wife's hips to hold her steady. "Oh, fuck," Honeymaren groaned, her free hand shooting down to tangle in the winter spirit's hair to hold her in place. Elsa moaned at the feel of her wife's hand in her hair holding her against her sex, eagerly pressing closer and plunging her tongue deeper between her folds, pulling Honeymaren's hips closer to get a better angle. The fire maven moaned as her new wife drank deeply of her, her tongue swirling around her with a surprising talent the Northuldran had no idea the queen possessed, though she should have guessed after she had seen her playfully lick chocolate off of her finger once. She made a mental note to never make fun of her wife's affinity for the substance ever again as she looked down at the gorgeous sight of the goddess of winter on her knees before her, eyes closed in their passion. Honeymaren untangled her fingers from white-gold tresses just long enough to reach down and pull the lacy negligee over her new wife's head, breaking the queen's contact with her for the briefest of moments – a sacrifice that was more than worth it for the beautiful view she now had of the winter spirit's nearly naked perfection. She tossed the garment aside before quickly burying her fingers in silky locks once more and guiding the eager queen back to her task, her new wife's impatience to please nearly sending her over the edge then and there.
Elsa was beside herself with the new sensation and instantly found herself addicted to the taste of the fire maven. Honeymaren filled the queen's senses, her taste, her smell, her sounds, her touch – Elsa lost herself to all of it as she drank greedily of her wife's essence, exploring every inch of her that her tongue could reach. The noaide began to pant her name, whispering words in a language the queen didn't understand. After a moment, her passion-addled mind realized that her wife was speaking Northuldrian and that knowledge pulled sharply at something deep within her, sending a surge of pleasure through her. To know that she had driven her cool, collected noaide to such mindless passion that she had reverted back to her native tongue drove the queen to redouble her efforts, eliciting what she was sure was a colorful string of Northuldran curses from her wife.
"Mu ráhkis!" Honeymaren gasped as her hand in the queen's hair tightened with her swift release, holding her wife close as she came on her tongue and desperately fighting the urge to buck her hips as she rode out her orgasm. Elsa moaned and pressed even closer, more than eager to please her wife and fervently continuing her ministrations. Unexpectedly, the hand buried in her hair pulled her away from her prize, strong arms reaching down to pull her up from the ground. Suddenly, the queen felt like she was flying as she was nearly tossed onto the surface of the bed.
She opened her mouth to ask why she had been forced to stop but managed only a strangled sob of pleasure when warm fingers instantly slipped beneath her lacy underwear and into the abundant wetness there, rubbing her sensitive bundle of nerves in a slow, hard caress. "Fuck, Maren!" she gasped when her wife's other hand roughly forced her hands above her head, keeping the queen pinned submissively against the bed as she continued to tease her, rubbing her clit in rough, agonizingly slow circles. Honeymaren groaned at the passionate, rare curse from her queen, reveling at how soaking wet the goddess of winter was for her as a surge of possessive power washed over her. Only she could do this to the mighty Queen of Arendelle. Only she could reduce the Goddess of the Enchanted Forest to a whimpering, keening mess with a mere touch. Only she would ever have Elsa this way.
And she wanted the entire world to know it.
Ever so slowly, she teased the whimpering queen's entrance as she ran two fingers back and forth along the length of her slit and the abundant wetness there. Honeymaren brushed her lips up against Elsa's ear, the hand around the queen's wrists squeezing tighter to assert the complete control she had over the panting woman. "You are going to spend the entire time we are here screaming my name," she whispered huskily as she used her knees to force Elsa's legs open wide before slowly slipping two fingers deep inside the queen, eliciting a loud, gasping moan from the blonde. Elsa's nearly virginal walls greedily squeezed the delicious intrusion, her eyes nearly rolling in the back of her head when Honeymaren pulled them out with deliberate leisure before roughly forcing them deep inside of her again. "Oh Gods, Maren! Baby, please…please!" Elsa cried loudly, trying to buck her hips against her wife's hand to force more contact.
Honeymaren nearly growled in satisfaction at the queen's begging cries of pleasure. "I want all of Arendelle to hear that," she whispered throatily as she continued to pleasurably torture the goddess of winter with the agonizingly slow pace she was setting. She angled her hand so the heel of her palm ground roughly against the throbbing bundle of nerves at the front of Elsa's sex while her fingers curled to hit the sensitive spot deep within her as she continued to penetrate her over and over again. "I want all of Arendelle to hear you scream my name as I claim you over and over again. Let them know their Snow Queen belongs to me. Let the whole world hear that you are mine." Elsa screamed in ecstasy when Honeymaren's fingers suddenly began to move at a blistering pace, forcing them deeper and deeper as each rough thrust made the queen see stars.
Elsa bucked her hips down hard against her wife's fingers, trying to force them ever deeper within her as a release unlike any other sped at her like a runaway horse. The immense build was almost a bit frightening to the queen, for she had never experienced its likeness before. Rather than pushing her to the heights of heaven as the fire maven had done so many times before, it was as though she had started there and was now on the edge of something unfathomable – like she was standing at the edge of the North Mountain staring out over the world, but rather than come back down as she always had before, she was about to jump over the edge. And jump the queen of winter would…
Because her mistress of fire would be waiting at the bottom with open arms.
"Maren! Maren, I'm coming for you! Oh, Gods…oh, Gods, I'm coming! MAREN!" Elsa's body nearly levitated as she came, screaming her wife's name at the top of her lungs as she lost herself to her passion. Her entire existence froze for what seemed like an eternity; she couldn't move, couldn't breathe, couldn't think – and it was amazing. When her body tried to finally come down, however, the fire spirit revealed that she had other plans. "Did I say you could stop coming?" Honeymaren growled in her ear as her fingers began thrusting ever faster inside the spirit of winter, deliciously deeper and harder than before. A strangled gasp ripped itself from the breathless queen's throat, eyes that had been closed in ecstasy flying open in surprise and disbelief before squeezing closed again. "M-Maren!" she whimpered between gasps of air, her hips instinctively canting in rhythm with her wife's hand to hit just the right— "YES! OH GODS, YES, RIGHT THERE! PLEASE, BABY, DON'T STOP! DON'T STOP!" she screamed, unseeing eyes flying wide open as Honeymaren's fingers forcefully hit a magical spot, setting off explosions of pleasure within her with each thrust.
Honeymaren moaned at the feel of the keening siren bucking wildly beneath her, pressing her lips next to her wife's ear. "For the rest of your life, my goddess, you are mine and I am yours," she murmured huskily in her native tongue, her voice tender and warm and seeming so out of place yet endlessly perfect in their passionate embrace. "I love you so much, Elsa…my queen, my goddess…my wife…" she whispered lovingly before claiming Elsa's lips with her own as she pressed her thumb roughly against the throbbing bundle of nerves at the front of the queen's sex, rubbing it firmly and swallowing the winter spirit's helpless moans. Elsa broke away from the kiss with a strangled gasp as the universe exploded behind her eyelids when her orgasm ripped through her like an avalanche off the North Mountain, all semblance of rational thought or reality destroyed in its powerful wake. Tears of mind-numbing pleasure trekked down her cheeks as she writhed uncontrollably in Honeymaren's iron grip, chanting her wife's name like the holy mantra it was – a divine writ that bound her to her mistress of fire for all eternity. If this kind of pleasure was a sin in the eyes of the Gods, then Elsa would gladly walk through the passionate fires of hell with her wife until the end of time itself…
For heaven did not exist in any other form for the goddess of winter.
Honeymaren panted as she slowly continued to pump her fingers inside her beautiful wife, helping to ease her gently back into reality as she finally began to ride the final waves of her climax. Elsa collapsed back to the soft bed in exhaustion, gasping heavily as tears continued to pour from her tightly closed eyes. For reasons the queen was beyond the capacity to understand in that moment, she began to sob, shaking uncontrollably as though every nerve in her body had lightning coursing through it. Honeymaren gathered her trembling goddess in her strong arms and held her close in a protective embrace as Elsa immediately turned into her, burying her face against her wife's chest as she continued to weep softly. The fire maven reached down and pulled the soft, silky blankets over them, tucking them snugly around the crying queen as she murmured gently to her. "Shhhh, it's alright, Snowflake. I've got you. I'm right here. Let it go," she cooed reassuringly to the trembling woman as she tried to catch her breath.
"I can't stop shaking," Elsa whispered through her tears with a breathy laugh and Honeymaren grinned, running a warm hand soothingly up and down the queen's back. "I told you it would be worth the wait," she panted out cheekily. Elsa pulled back just enough to look up at her love's twilight eyes, her own filled with love and adoration for the fire maven. "You were worth the wait, Maren," she whispered meaningfully before resting her head beneath her wife's chin and snuggling in deeper to her, her ear pressed against her heartbeat as she tried to take slow, deep breaths to calm her impossibly fast heartbeat. Honeymaren smiled lovingly down at her goddess of winter and began to run her fingers soothingly through long, silky tresses of white-gold. After a moment, she began to sing softly to her – an ancient lullaby of her people in a language nearly forgotten by the world. It wasn't long before the queen's trembling ceased and her breathing slowed, the blonde's near desperate grip on her love relaxing as sleep took her. The full moon stood guard over the newlyweds as twilight eyes finally drifted closed as well, her strong arms never ceasing in their protective embrace for this was their purpose. Never again would they allow the world to harm their queen of ice and snow.
Never again would they be without her.
AN:
Whew. This made ME blush to write, y'all. I opted to make a few shorter chapters than one long SMUUUUUUUUTTTT. I hope you're all not too disappointed. XD
Enjoy!
-Volchise