Rifiuto: Non Mirena
Somewhere along the last sixteen years, their arguments had gotten quieter; though there were still raised voices and tantrums, when the children were around, the king and queen chose lowered voices and silent glances, not wanting to taint their children's childhoods with memories of their parents fighting. They had also taken to making up faster. Perhaps it was growing maturity on both their parts, perhaps it was the inevitable pull the pair felt whenever in the same room, perhaps it was the desire to enjoy their time together, because they knew how fleeting it was... but whatever the reason, the king soon broke the kiss, meeting her gaze, his own hazy with desire.
He adjusted his hold on her, a blush dancing across his cheeks as she brushed against him and she giggled, looking as flustered as he did, the smooth skin of her chest flushed a lovely shade of pink. "Gods alive, Eliza, I fear if we don't return to our rooms now, I'll take you here within the shelves, and that is the last thing we need."
"Hmm." She pecked him lightly. "Full to bursting, are we, my king?" She giggled, and he set her down. A look of delighted surprise crossed her features as she brushed against him, and he tugged her close.
"And your undergarments are soaked with the sweetest of perfumes, my queen." A blush chased its way across her cheeks, and she meet his gaze.
"I thought I heard Anna say something about taking the children to the kitchens for cookies and hot chocolate." She slid her hands up his chest. "I don't want to have to endure the walk upstairs to our rooms."
"You're not suggesting-"
"I am." Her blue gaze darkened with desire, and she could feel the bud between her legs begin to pulse from the arousal coursing through her veins. "We don't know how long they'll be. Lock the door." With a kiss, he did as she asked, checking quickly that the halls were deserted before shutting the door softly and sliding the lock into place before returning to her.
"Here, my love?" She nodded, as he knelt before her, looking very much like the ancient Arthurian Lancelot awaiting his knighthood from Guinevere. "You're sure?" Another nod, as he slid his hands beneath her skirts and up her thighs, even as he met her gaze, for once at her height. "You're absolutely certain, Eliza? Because once I start drinking from you, I won't stop until you-" She hastily gathered the icy material and tugged it up around her waist.
"Drink from me until you've had your fill, and then free yourself and take me, even if it's the way a stallion takes a mare." He blushed as the meaning behind the metaphor, before meeting her gaze with a deep kiss that soon turned chaste and slow.
"I could drink from you all day and never have my fill, wife." And then, without another word, he ducked down beneath her skirts, tugging her undergarments free and down her legs before finding the small bundle surrounded by snow-white curls. The moment his tongue caressed the bead, desire began to build within her veins, and she curled the fingers of a hand over the edge of a shelf, the other reaching down to tug the layers of her skirt back so she could tangle a hand in his hair.
"Oh, Hans..."Her eyes closed, as she felt his hands gently part her legs so that she was standing wider to give him better access. He was right, she was already soaked, her arousal strong, the skin between her legs red and engorged from desire, the bud he was teasing and tasting and sucking on slick with her juices that he lapped up like the sweetest of honeys. She could feel the muscles in her abdomen begin to tighten as he continued to work, and she dug her nails into the underside of the shelf as her other hand tugged firmly on his hair."Keep... don't... oh..."
He simply continued to suck on her bud, stopping only occasionally to lick it from the inner skin of her thighs as it dribbled freely from within her. When he returned his head once again to roll her with his tongue, he slid his hands up her ass, squeezing firmly. She squeaked, rising instinctively onto the balls of her feet, thighs squeezing gently. He once more licked her thighs, taking his time to get every last drop, before nuzzling into the curls that decorated her most sacred of areas. His mouth returned to her, and he continued to drink, grunting softly as he worked, feeling her tightening her hold on his hair, as she turned her head, pressing her cheek to the cool spines of the books on the shelf she leaned against."Hans... oh, Hans... I'm still..."She brought her other hand up, burying her teeth into meat of her wrist to keep from screaming as he continued working.
The king knew that his wife was not the type of woman who would release completely and be done; he'd drunk from her multiple times over the years, and he knew that even after she completely released, she often continued to. There was no such thing as a single release with his wife, and perhaps that was what made sexual intercourse with her so much fun. They often went multiple months without, only for their reconnections to be exceedingly strong, powerful- almost magical, even. There was a connection they had never been able to break; a type of magic that only happened when they came together inthat way.
A slight chill hung in the air, and he could feel the light dusting of frost upon his shoulders and in his hair, and knew that it was her magic reacting to the sensations he was working through her body. Hans had learned early on that there was a side to Elsa's magic that was connected to her sexuality; his wife was very much a sexual being- the exact opposite of Victoria, who was almost prudish in her views on sex. And Anna, who had never felt a man touch her inthatway, who was more innocent that the children. But Anna's innocence came from knowing she would always be the bride of a lesser royal if she stayed in Arendelle, or as the wife of a foreign ruler in a distant land, if she ever married outside of Arendelle. And Anna had once admitted to the monarchs that she was, honestly, terrified of the very act of intercourse- Elsa soon surmised that it had come from the fact that Anna feared she would be forced into a loveless marriage, as so many royals often were.How can I enjoy such a thing like Lise does if the man I marry doesn't love me?And while Hans understood her fears, he also knew that fear often made such acts more exciting.
In the sixteen years since they'd married on the Southern Sea, the pair had done this very thing in so-called forbidden areas multiple times, and the possibility- the fear- of getting caught- especially at Linnea or Eskil- by those not of their trusted households, was part of what made the act so much fun. Even now, in the library of Halsten, with the door locked, there was still that possibility of Anna and the children returning at any moment, and it gave the couple's current predicament an air of feared excitement.
She groaned, biting down hard on her wrist; his mouth had moved to the opening of her most sacred area, tongue working to lick the edges of her opening before darting inside. He drank deeply as she came, savoring the sweetness of her juices as he squeezed her ass hard, pushing her closer as he continued sucking and licking the fluid from within her. He could hear her breathing once more pick up as he returned to teasing the bud; she scraped her nails against his scalp as he continued to work; his own nails gently bit into the plump flesh of her buttocks, and she threw her head back, releasing her wrist as she reached up to find purchase on anything that would keep her standing even as he held her steady."More... oh... I... to give... not done... oh... Hans... I'm..."
By the time he pulled away from her, she'd come multiple times until it dripped down her thighs and left her shaking. Their mouths met in a deep kiss as he stood, and she reached down, working to free him from his trousers and undergarments. Thick and full and hard, her small, lithe fingers caressed him, thumb stroking the tip of him tenderly. He began to release at her touch, and he broke the kiss, meeting her gaze. "Here? Against the shelves? Or against the back of the sofa?"
"Here. Midst the shelves and 'mongst the darkness, and let thishousewife take thee between her legs." He grinned, reaching up to caress her head.
"Housewife... never a housewife, my queen." Their mouths met in another kiss, before he broke it, and reached down, gathering her skirts as she shifted to her hands and knees as he once more joined her. His hands slid around her hips, moving down to slide between her thighs as the volume of her skirts settled around her hips. Moments passed, before finally, he was able to push himself into her; she let out a cry of surprise, as he moaned softly at finally being inside her."Gods alive, Eliza..."
She glanced at him over her shoulder, panting heavily as she wiggled her hips to adjust to him. The movement forced him to pull out slightly and thrust into her, and she cried out in surprise."Hans... oh, you're thick..."Their mouths met as he curled over her; the movement pushed him further into her. Once they broke the kiss, he proceeded to kiss her head, her back, her shoulder, as they began to move. She deliberately pushed her hips into his, heart fluttering at the moan of pleasure that reached her ears.
Their heavy breathing was soon accompanied by the sound of skin hitting skin as they moved together; his nails gently dug into her hips, and she continued to push her hips back into his, thereby forcing him to go deeper."Oh... harder..."She bit her lip to keep from screaming, even as he continued to thrust, as her arousal grew and got stronger, as he continued to brush against the bead between her legs as he pushed. At one point, she threw her head back, shivering as she felt him brush her hair off her back, his fingers trailing down her spine. Beads began to appear on her back, and it wasn't until he kissed her skin that he realized it was the material of her dress melting from the heat of their activities."Hans..."A groan escaped her, as he pulled her closer, hands sliding down over thighs.
The fire continued to crackle and pop, as the rain began to thunder on the windows, now demanding entry; they lost track of time, forgot that Anna had taken the children to the kitchens for hot chocolate and cookies. The only thing either registered was the feel of being together, the rising flush of heat upon their skin as they continued to join, the building orgasms and the how they felt coming together after many months apart."Eliza... oh..."They continued, movements getting faster, harder, deeper, until not even the demanding beat of the rain could drown out the sound of bodies kissing violently amongst the library shelves.
"Hans... almost... deeper... I'm... Hans!"
"I have to... Eliza!"Her walls contracted tightly around him as she exploded, a scream escaping her vocal chords that was soon swallowed by his kiss as he curled around her; their hands threaded together, as his own orgasm rolled through him, as her tightening around him involuntarily forced his hips to buck, once, twice, a third time. His release came as hers continued; muscles contracted, seeds were released, juices flowed, and eventually, finally, they came down from their high, slowly parting ways to a familiar hum singing through their bodies. When finally sense returned to them both, Hans brushed a kiss to her shoulder, tasting the chill of melted ice. "We should have gone back to our chambers, after all."
"Hm. Why?"
He pressed another kiss to her shoulder, meeting her gaze. "Because I'm afraid we've melted a good portion of your dress, wife."
She reached up, feeling for the ruffles that had decorated her chest in a V from her shoulders down, only to find herself bare, for even the silky chemise she'd chosen to wear that day had been made of her ice. Helena and Marta had gotten used to the feel of her ice clothing as they often helped her dress, and because it was connected to her magic, the slight heat from the maids' hands didn't touch or melt the fragile icy-fabric. However, such clothing, even magically connected to the queen's powers as they often were, could not withstand the carnal activities that had just taken place, and the Arendellian queen was left as bare and exposed as one of the royal babes once fresh from her womb, for even the multitude of icy fabric that had made up the silky skirts of her dress were gone, leaving beads of water upon her milky skin.
Within minutes, Hans had unbuttoned and shed his shirt, slipping it onto her small body and quickly buttoning it, to which she gently smacked his hand away and worked on buttoning it herself. He slowly pulled out of her with a wince, and she hissed at the loss of contact. He quickly stood, redressing as best he could, before helping her up as she finished the last button. He let his gaze rove over his wife, noticing how the shirt came to just below mid-thigh on her, and smiled appreciatively. But he soon remembered where they were, and pulled her close. "We'd best hurry upstairs and change before Anna and the children return. Though I admit, I quite enjoy the sight of you dressed this way."
"Maybe I should just wear your shirts more often, then." She replied, taking his hand as they snuck out of the library and up the stairs. Dashing down the hall, they skidded to a stop just outside their chambers, and he pulled her close, hands slipping beneath the material of the shirt to cradle her ass.
"Oh absolutely." He leaned down, lips brushing the shell of her ear. "But only when we're alone in our chambers, when I'm pushing myself so far inside you, and you're screaming for me as you come." She met his gaze, raising onto her toes.
"And while you're screaming for me, thick and full and deep, as you thrust harder into me, your hips slamming against mine as you go faster and faster." She blushed as she said it; it wasn't common for them to share such... sexually explicit thoughts, and it made her heart quicken in excitement, that this was something that would no doubt turn them both on and send them right back to their previous carnal activities. "As you release your seeds deep inside me with those final thrusts, as the muscles in your thighs twitch and tighten, and you bury yourself to the hilt within me."
He grunted softly, closing his eyes and turning his head. He could feel himself hardening as she spoke, and was doing all he could to keep from pinning her to the door and fondling that precious bud between her legs, no longer hidden by volumes of icy skirts and undergarments, but merely by the flimsy cloth of his shirt. He itched to rip the shirt open and fondle her breasts, to trail kisses down her body, to drop to his knees right here in the hallway and resume sucking and licking that bead between her thighs until she was screaming his name, and all of Halsten knew of their activities. She giggled, and he looked up as she met his gaze; a soft gasp involuntarily escaped him as she closed the gap between them, hand coming down to fondle him through his trousers. "Or maybe I should... return the favor."
The feel of her working to undo his trousers before delving her small fingers into the waistband of his undergarments both snapped him out of his surprise and reignited his desire for her. He reached for the buttons of the shirt she wore. "Hans-"
He only got the first three buttons undone before deciding against it, and tugging it off her shoulders; it was big on her anyway, and slid easily down her body, as he reached for the doorknob with his free hand. "Damn it, Eliza, just when I thought I could go with needing you only once tonight." She laughed, as he lifted her up; her legs wrapped around his waist, and gently kicked the door open, carrying her into their chamber before closing the door. The lock slid so quietly into place, that anyone who heard it would have assumed that the only activity about to take place behind the door would have to do with sleeping.
Downstairs, Anna and the children returned to the library, the three oldest children helping to carry trays laden with cookies and hot chocolate they'd helped the cook to make, just as the door to the king and queen's bedchamber slammed shut.