Frozen Lust
The coldness of the air reached all the way into Bjorn's bones as he made his way through the mountain pass. It was just the beginning of Winter but it felt like it had been going for a while, and all was the fault of the one he was searching for. The snow clung to his legs as he spotted a castle at the near top of the pass. It looked like a simple tower but it was made out of pure ice and rock, with very little else from what he could see. The old banners floated in the wind, revealing the symbol of the old kingdom it had once been a part of. A sight like that would've been considered a hallucination from the cold, but there was no mistaking it, Bjorn had found the home of the Ice Queen.
"Your time has come," Bjorn said.
Bjorn reached the doors of the small castle, pressing his hands against the wood. They opened as he pushed through them with his strength. As skilled a fighter as he was, he still needed warmth and a battlefield that would not give him a disadvantage. He closed the doors behind him as he looked through the entrance of the castle. It was warm enough and it shielded him from the cold winds he could take off his hood. His black hair was tied in a small wolf tail as his fair skin had a scar running down his left cheek. His bright emerald eyes looked around, sensing that he was not alone in the castle.
"You know I'm here, and I know you're watching, Ice Queen." He gripped his sword, getting ready to draw it.
He walked down the hall towards the main room in the tall tower, keeping his eyes open for anything that might pop out to attack him. His eyes did land on a few portraits of the old royal family that governed these lands and of a young blue-eyed girl with platinum blond hair that bordered on pure white. It partially warmed his heart to see her smile, a reminder that there was some humanity in the Ice Queen a long time ago. But it didn't change that her actions were a danger to everyone of the nearby areas and kingdoms.
Bjorn heard a crack behind him. He rolled out of the way, avoiding a snow monster's fist.
The creature looked like angry snowmen with wooden clubs with ice spikes coming out from them. It roared at him before swinging their club at him.
"Good to know it won't be that easy." Bjorn drew out his sword, dodging the club. "I could use the warm up."
He swung his blade downwards, cutting the snowman's arm. Spinning in place, he decapitated the snow creature looking to see more snowmen coming towards him. Bjorn ran quickly towards the snowmen with his sword held ready. With masterful skill, he sliced apart the snowmen. Cutting them in two and disarming them with swift vertical and horizontal slices, he made his way up the staircase. He turned around to make sure no more snow monsters would come up and attack him from behind. The snowmen laid broken and sliced by his blade as he made sure to cut them good and unable to put themselves back together.
"I see the tales of her majesty's power were not just for show. Maybe that Lord was onto something," Bjorn said as he looked up the stairs.
His mind drifted back to how he got the job of slaying the Ice Queen in her castle.
Bjorn knelt down before Lord Hans as he looked over some important papers, or at least pretended to do so. The Lord looked him over in wonder and some mild disappointment. Clearly he was expecting Bjorn to be something else.
"Bjorn Haddock, correct?" Hans asked. "You don't look like much. Sure you look like a warrior but you have more of a farmer feel to you. How come you became a sellsword?" Hans put down the papers he was looking at as Bjorn stood up.
"My father was a farmer and I was raised working there. I hoped to start my own farm, but that costs money," Bjorn explained. "I'm skilled with the blame and the jobs for sellswords pay very well. As one man said, "as long as there's two people in the land, someone will want someone dead". And I can assure you that I always uphold my contracts, your majesty."
Lord Hans didn't look all that convinced by his words. It wasn't an uncommon look for Bjorn. As most royals tended to hold their noses way up high that they couldn't see or acknowledge anyone that was below their status. It was annoying and rude, but as long as they paid him what was agreed, he didn't care what they did. Though he would admit that he felt a little slimy for turning to this Lord in particular.
The Lord had a bit of a reputation amongst his people. And not a very good one. Rumors of high taxes and somewhat devious behavior were whispered throughout the land. It wouldn't be long before other Lords and kings of the region called in to silence him. But Lord Hans had an excuse to cover himself all too well.
"And you believe yourself good enough to kill the Ice Queen?" Hans asked. "Many have tried but none have returned. Do you even know the legend behind her power?"
"I'm afraid I don't, your majesty," Bjorn replied.
"A long time ago, the former king of this land made a deal with the creatures of the magical forest to ensure the prosperity of his home," Hans explained. "But in exchange their first born was cursed with the powers over the ice and snow. Paired that with the coldness of her heart and well… you can assume the rest."
Bjorn was no stranger to tales of magic or their consequences. But he assumed the princess didn't have a happy ending. A pity.
"And now she plagues your lands." Bjorn commented.
"Yes, she's been sending blizzards our way and has been sending her creatures to steal from our storages." Lord Hans admitted. "If you kill her and bring proof of her demise, you'll be handsomely rewarded."
Bjorn nodded in acceptance. The score would set him for life and he could have his farm without having to fight for money again. Plus, he was riding the people from the burden of a mad queen attacking them. There was never a better definition of a win in his book unless it was accompanied by a beautiful maiden.
Back in the present, Bjorn climbed up the stairs with only the howling of the wind as his companion. The spiral staircase to the top of the tower was illuminated by only a few torches to tell him where to watch his step. Part of him couldn't help but feel sympathy for the woman. She hadn't asked for these powers and now she was an outcast to the rest of the world. If the fates had been kinder, then she would've lived a happier life than this one. One full of singing and love and laughter.
Bjorn stopped himself. His ears perked up at the sound of something: singing. Someone was singing a melody. A lovely melody that stuck in your mind and would not let you go unless you bashed your head with a rock or a block of solid ice. Holding his sword tightly, Bjorn made his way up the stairs to the room he'd been looking for.
A bright light came from inside the room, making him curious as to who would be singing of all places. He looked inside by the edge of the entrance.
The room looked like the room of a princess or queen with a large comfortable bed with blue sheets, rugs scattered on the floor with the ancient emblem of the kingdom, a big desk to work on, and a couch to sit on while looking out the window. Everything was colored dark blue and black, with no ounce of bright color in sight, like a cold windy winter night. If anything, it made the room all the more gloomy to whoever was living there. There was some pity to be had in the Ice Queen after all.
"I swear that stupid song will not leave my head."
Speaking of her icy majesty, she sat down on the edge of a window wearing a long black cape. She turned around to show her long braided platinum blonde hair, icy pale skin and bright blue eyes. Her body was covered in a black and green dress that hugged her body like a second layer of skin while also showing off all her curves and all the proper places her hourglass body had developed. And all was put together with a crown sitting upon her head.
Bjorn was right. She was beautiful and amazingly powerful with every step she took. Even with her evil smirk she was gorgeous to look at. Not to mention that she had some large, bouncy, soft… t-tracks of land.
"Let me guess, you're here to kill the fabled Ice Queen and claim a reward from that foolish Lord. Weren't you?" She summoned a large snowflake to her hand. "Has the little Lord finally gotten tired of my presence in his lands? Well, too bad I'm not going. Anywhere." She crushed the snowflake with her bare hands while glaring at Bjorn.
Even her threats made him weak at the knees.
"Well, are you just going to stand there, or are we going to get this done?" She asked. "The last bounty hunter he sent slipped down the mountain before getting here, so I'm a little bored. I'm Elsa the Ice Queen of this castle and this land!" Elsa bowed to him in such a cordial manner that Bjorn couldn't help but do the same.
"I am Bjorn Haddock, your majesty." Bjorn bowed to the queen.
"What a polite swordsman, too bad you'll be turned to ice in the end." Elsa fired a flurry of ice towards Bjorn.
Bjorn rolled out of the way of the flurry of ice. His mind was still in the clouds, but thankfully his body was still in the game. He ran towards her with his sword by his side. Swinging his sword at her, he was met with an ice shield blocking him. Stopping himself before he could hit the shield, he spun around the shield to swing at her once more.
Elsa stepped back, getting some of her locks cut in the process. She smirked, knowing she would not be bored with this warrior. Her heart raced as she summoned an ice wall between them, only for Bjorn to hitch a ride on top of it. She watched him slide down to her only to unleash another flash of ice towards him. But to her surprise, he ducked under the ice, swinging at her head once more. Using the ice underneath her feet, she scared away from the attack. This was fun and exciting for her, each attack and move was met and matched by this swordsman. Maybe she would make this last a little longer.
"Not bad, swordsman. No man has gotten this close to killing me in a long time." Elsa's hair looked messy and out of place. "I think I'll try harder now."
Most men would be shaking at the prospect of such a queen taking things seriously. But Bjorn was smitten by her. Even with sweat, messy hair and a killer intent, she was still a beauty he would've given anything to serve her. He wanted to say something, letting her know what he felt but he was too scared to talk.
"Oh, what's wrong, swordsman?" Elsa asked. "You seem to be shaking quite a bit. Cat got your tongue? Is the cold bothering you~? Well, it never bother-"
"No! I'm not cold! I'M SORRY BUT YOU'RE JUST TOO ALLURING, ICE QUEEN!" Bjorn admitted with a red blushing face.
A silence took hold of the room as the ice started to crack around them. They just looked at each other as Bjorn's words registered in their minds.
"A...A...Alluring...?" Elsa blushed, gaining more color to her face.
Bjorn was then blasted through a wall of the ice castle.
"...Ow…"
"D-Damnit, I got flustered." Elsa trembled, holding out her hand. "What did you just call me?! Alluring?! What did you just do to me?!" She shook embarrassingly.
Bjorn felt cold. A groan escaped his lips as his mind started to regain its bearings. He winced, feeling a cold bruise in his chest where the blast had struck him. At least that told him that he wasn't dead. A small gift considering that he'd taken a blast to the face and was far from safe. His eyes adjusted, letting him see the ceiling of the Ice Queen's-no, Elsa's room. Blue thin veils hung around him like a large mosquito net from the Southern Isles, and yet, he could still feel the wind. He tried to move his arms but all he could feel was cold. Turning his head, he saw that he was bound by the wrists with ice shackles.
"Great, for my big mouth I'll be tortured to death," Bjorn sighed. "But I don't mind. I got to see the face of an angel before my death. I suppose my only regrets are not being able to have my farm and looking like a total fool while spouting my feelings towards her."
"Don't think for a second I forgot about that."
Bjorn turned his head to see Elsa sitting on her couch, watching him like a wild beast about to pounce. She got up and close to his face, giving him a clear look at her icy blue eyes that held a spark of fire behind them. And he could almost swear that she had a little more color than the last time he'd seen her.
"You didn't kill me…?" Bjorn asked as Elsa grabbed his face.
"Why did you call me a-a… that?" Elsa asked, blushing. "Don't you know who I am? What I am?"
"I do. But that doesn't change the fact that you're beautiful," Bjorn said through her hold. "I'm surprised that you don't have many suitors asking for your hand."
"Some men see magic in the hands of a woman as a big turn off. But you really do seem to speak the truth." Elsa narrowed her eyes, trying to catch a lie slip past him. "Tell me, what do you hope to gain from slaying me? Did Lord Hans tell you why he wants me dead?"
"From what he told me, you've sent your servants to steal food rations and that you've plagued him with blizzards for some time," Bjorn replied, still lost in her beautiful eyes. "He must fear that the people will starve."
"The people?" She giggled. "I haven't touched their storages of food. I've only taken what I need to survive from Lord Hans' personal storage. As for the blizzards, I've only sent those his way whenever he tries to send someone to kill me. Like you, Bjorn, was it?"
"That's my name, yes." Bjorn nodded. "But then why has he sent people to kill you if you're only targeting small amounts of food and water?"
"I haven't had the opportunity to ask him personally. But I suspect that I'm the excuse he needs to keep the King from finding his replacement." Elsa narrowed her brow as Bjorn continued looking at her with wonderment. "Stop it. Stop looking at me like that. I know you're faking it."
"I'm not faking anything, Queen Elsa. Your beauty may be cold but I can tell that you have a passionate heart that has long put up icy walls to protect itself." Bjorn admitted. "I don't know what kind of past led you here, but I can tell you that any man would've been lucky to have you by his side."
Elsa blushed more profusely at Bjorn's words. No man had ever talked to her like that or even so much as seen her as a woman. Everyone had seen her more as an old evil hag made of ice. Yet this handsome fool was actually praising her beauty. It was like a fire being fed inside her chest. Her body was reacting in ways that she'd never felt before. Her skin, though still pale, was gaining a healthy glow to it that made her stand out more, her eyes glowed and her chest felt tight against the sudden agitation. The changes and emotions that she was feeling reminded her of an old fairy tale that her mother had told her. They were the symptoms of a maiden falling in love with a man. But that couldn't be the case. She was the most feared and frigid bitch in the land and now some man was just looking at her like she was a princess. She had not been a princess in years and frankly hated being treated like she would break at any moment. It was imperative that she found out the true motives of why the man was saying such things. Her eyes were solely focused on the man under her.
What Elsa had yet to realize was that Bjorn was having a few thoughts of his own as he gazed at the beauty before him. It was like looking at the wrath of nature personified and yet feeling like he had to face it head on. Her blushing face made him feel warm inside as a fire in the middle of a storm. Her words were stitched together in such an elegant manner that he couldn't help but feel humble. Even with her harsh words, he couldn't help but feel like she was looking into his very soul for something more. He almost felt like a hopeless romantic that had been blessed by a muse. But he was far from a humble hopeless romantic. He could feel them.
His eyes darted down to look at Elsa's large breasts pressing against his own chest. They were warm and large, like two warm pillows that awaited him after a long day in the cold. From there he started to look into all the nooks and crannies of her body and how her clothes didn't do anything to hold back his imagination. She was busty and her clothes could barely hold her chest back. Her hips were so wide that her dress showed signs of tear along certain areas. And her ass was certainly no slouch in the size department either. If anything, her hourglass body and beauty made her all the more alluring. She was an amazing kind of woman and he could only wonder what kind of fool would not see that with a mere glance.
"Where are you looking at, Bjorn?" Elsa's words snapped Bjorn from his thoughts.
"Oh, um, nothing, it's just um, I was wondering how come you don't go someplace else?" Bjorn lied. "If it's too much of a hassle to deal with the assassins and you're too lonely, then why don't you move some other place? I happen to know a few spots where we can-"
"We?" Elsa climbed on top of Bjorn, slamming her hand next to his head. "There is no 'we' here, Mr. Haddock, Bjorn, or whatever you want to be called. This was my family's home for generations and I will not leave it. Do you understand me?!" The ice around her grew spikes.
"Y-Y-Yes, Elsa, it's just, um," Bjorn looked away. "You're pressing yourself a little too much on me."
Elsa was getting a little too close to Bjorn. He could feel every curve of her body pressing against his own. Even her accelerating heartbeat was no stranger to him at that moment. Her cheeks grew red with embarrassment as she pulled herself off of him. However, she then looked at him again.
Bjorn was blushing as well and was looking away from her. He was as embarrassed as she was. There she was a beautiful queen on top of him and was letting him feel her body. Even she had to admit that she wanted to feel more of him. But there was something else she noticed. He was blushing.
Elsa smirked, at the sight of him blushing. His facade was breaking, she just needed to push a little more.
"Oh, I see. It is all mere physical attraction." Elsa took off her cape. "It is my body that you find alluring and not me. I bet you'd be happy to have nothing more than a kiss and be done with this farce." She put her crown on the nightstand next to her bed.
"Well, I will admit that your body is very attractive but you yourself are very beautiful." Bjorn tried to look away, but Elsa turned his face to her.
"I will make you a deal, Bjorn. Tell me what it is that you want and If you hold on to your sanity, I will let you go in peace," Elsa said.
Bjorn had been in many traps before and knew this was way too good to be real. But there was one thing that he had to do even if it killed him.
Elsa awaited his response, and to turn him into an ice sculpture once he told her the truth. The truth that he didn't love her, that he was only interested in her body and that he didn't care for her. That was all she needed to turn him into an ice-
"A kiss."
"P-Pardon?" Elsa asked. "Did you just as for… a kiss?" She couldn't believe her ears. She had to be sure of what she had heard.
"A kiss, if it would please you my lady." Bjorn gulped.
Asking for a kiss from a queen made Bjorn want to swallow a lump. He couldn't think of anything else to keep his mind from traversing to darker and more lustful parts. The last thing he wanted was for his growing erection to catch the attention of the beauty before him.
Elsa blushed at the request. It was chast and innocent, yet it made her blush. Her heart unlocked something she couldn't have expected. She wanted to dominate the man beneath her. She shook her head, pushing out those thoughts.
"Very well, a kiss it is." Elsa tried to keep herself focused and in control.
She gently held the sides of his face as she got her face closer to his own. The closer she got to his face, the more she had to admit that she wasn't as bad looking as she had assumed. His bright emerald eyes gazed into her icy blue eyes, making her shiver as her lips grew closer to his own. Her lips met his in a simple kiss. But her simple kiss brought something more, a spark lit up inside her.
Elsa deepened the kiss, allowing their mouths to embrace each other in passion. Her tongue broke through his lips and wrapped around it. The warmth and heat they were sharing was unlike anything she had ever felt. It was amazing and she could get enough of it. The ice around her began to melt the more and more she got into the kiss. It was the kind of heat that she'd wanted for a long time.
Bjorn couldn't help but close his eyes as he embraced the woman on top of him. It didn't matter that there was ice and snow outside, he felt a warmth unlike any other in that room. His tongue wrapped around her own tongue in a loving embrace. She tasted like a sweet chocolate, the kind that melts in your mouth just by licking it. He could die happy knowing that sweet taste.
Their hands explored each other as they deepened the kiss. Bjorn could feel her body warming up while tracing his hands over the curves her body was made of. While Elsa could feel the warmth and strength of his body hidden beneath the clothes he wore. Their hands touched and gripped each part of their bodies, burning them into their memories like a dream no one wants to wake up from. Inside their mouths, their tongues wrapped and tasted each other for the sheer desire of it. They wanted more of their tastes and not to dominate but to understand. Breaking their kiss, they breathed in and out, coming to grips with their shared passion and desire for each other. Their breaths mixed as they looked into each other's eyes. Saliva connected their mouths as they felt a primal warmth engulfing them completely. But there was something more that Elsa felt as they kissed each other wildly.
"It seems you are telling the truth, Bjorn~," Elsa purred. "I don't know what you've done to me, but I can tell your body has more to say on the matter." Elsa turned around to look at Bjorn's manhood as it poked at her large ass.
"I'm sorry, my body just reacted naturally to your-" Elsa placed a finger on Bjorn's lips silencing him.
"You've lit a fire in me that I never thought possible, Bjorn. So, now you'll be the one to help me embrace this new experience~." Elsa reached for the back of her dress, undoing it.
Bjorn was hypnotized by her uncovered upper body. Her pale skin glowed with the light of the room. The upper valley of her breasts could be seen, yet they were still partially hidden from his sight. All it would've taken as a tug and her large breasts would've been his to gaze upon, like magnificent mountain peaks that reached the heavens. All which made his erection grow even bigger, straining against his clothes.
"And it seems only fair that you enjoy it as much as I will." Elsa allowed the upper part of her dress to fall before taking off Bjorn's own clothes with surprising strength and ease.
As soon as Bjorn's body was uncovered before Elsa's eyes, she was struck with a greater hunger. The sight of his muscular body and the few scars that he had in his arms, shoulders, and sides made her drool and her lower lips to grow moist. She traced her cold hands over his body, truly feeling the heat his body was showing her as her dress continued to fall. The heat climbed up her arms and into her chest, making her want more.
She kissed his lips with a soft chaste kiss, moving down to kiss his chin, neck, chest, midriff and all the way down to his pants. Her hands grabbed hold of his pants as she looked at him. A sneaky and devious smile propped on her face as the blushing face of her new lover got burnt into her memory. Part of her wanted to tease him more, but a louder and wilder part of her wanted to turn the swordsman into her own play thing. Listening to her new primal instincts, she pulled down his pants, revealing his manhood.
Bjorn's manhood sprung out of its containment, almost smacking Elsa in the face. Her eyes widened as she looked upon his mighty manhood. The scent of his musk filled her nose, making her mouth water all the more. Swallowing down the excess saliva, she put her thoughts in order to speak her mind.
"This… This is what all men have in their pants?" Elsa asked, holding back her drool. "It's as big as a horse's."
"I have been told that I am well above average." Bjorn blushed with some pride. "I take it that this is the first one you've seen? Don't fret, I know it can be intimidating."
Despite his sweet words, Elsa took them as a challenge. She licked her lips before diving into his manhood. She licked the sides of his manhood with gusto, as her hand spread her saliva. Her eyes gave him a defiant look, reminding him that she was the queen and he was her lover. Moving to the tip of his manhood, her tongue danced and lapped at the tip, making it wet. Every lick she got in, the more her nose and tongue got imprinted with his scent and taste. It was a strong spring taste hardened by the sun and the earth. It was now her new favorite flavor. She opened her mouth before plunging down into his manhood, sucking him off.
The heat that entered her mouth was unlike anything she had ever expected or experienced. Her tongue wrapped and licked around his pulsing manhood as she got used to his size. Her hands rubbed him up and down, making him moan and groan against her. It was a sign that she had to start bobbing her head. She started slowly, letting her jaw and tongue work in tandem to mark Bjorn's manhood as her property. But she also couldn't help but feel her pussy getting wetter. It was the primal heat that drove her wild and she needed to break free.
Elsa pulled back, leaving Bjorn panting from what she had done to him.
"A-A-Are you alright?" Bjorn asked, caressing her face.
"Oh, I'm better than alright, Bjorn~." She purred, grabbing her dress. "But I just can't put up with this fucking dress any more~!" She tore off her dress, revealing her body to her lover.
His eyes went wide as Elsa's pale goddess-like body was finally revealed to him. Her breasts were larger than he had imagined being well large I-cups with bright pink nipples. Her ass was so large that it could bounce and crack ice by twerking alone. And as the crowning jewels were the moist pink pussy lips with a patch of platinum blond hair over them. She looked like a valkyrie or a snow angel wanting to claim his spirit to take to the great beyond. But her hungry look in her eyes was all too mortal.
Bjorn and Elsa reignited their make out session, throwing each other into their arms. But this time their kiss was wilder and sloppy. Saliva and drool mixed and splattered over their mouths and lips while their tongues wrestled for dominance. They groped and felt each other's bodies without anything getting between them. The cold and hot of their bodies mixed and clashed, like the ice of a storm and the fire of the sun. Neither wanted to give out in their exchange. Every sultry look they gave each other showed that neither wanted to back out. But Bjorn would be lying if he didn't admit that Elsa dominating him wasn't an enticing idea. The feeling of her cold body warming up over and over against his body was all too good to pass up.
"You want this queen to fuck your brains out~?" Elsa growled as they kissed some more.
"Do you want me to serve you, my queen?" Bjorn asked.
"I asked first~." Elsa whispered into his ear as her ass rubbed against his manhood.
"I do." Bjorn fought the urge to fuck Elsa's brains out.
"Then serve your queen, swordsman~!" Elsa brought Bjorn's face down onto her tits. "Suck my tits like your life depends on it. Worship me as you claim to love me~." Her breath was ragged and husky like that of a lioness in heat.
Bjorn saw nothing but a win in his future. His hands groped her breasts, getting used to how heavy they were, how warm they felt and how delicious they looked like. Her moans filled his ears, telling him that they were sensitive. For the life of him, he could not imagine why no one had ever proposed to this beautiful queen long ago. His eyes landed on the large delicious-looking pink nipples waiting for him. His tongue lapped at her right nipple, hearing her moan more and more with each lick. She tasted sweet like ice cream and was all too eager for more. He switched to her left nipple, groping her right breast as he licked her other nipple. He felt her hands press his head deeper into her breasts. She wanted more of that feeling.
Bjorn started sucking on her nipples like a newborn. His tongue lapped and coated her breasts on his saliva, making her moan. The taste of her skin and nipples were so sweet that he couldn't help himself as he continued to lick her tits. She moaned out as he continued to smear his tongue on her breasts. His fingers dug into her flesh before switching between her nipples. He lightly bit her pink nipples, playing with them. It was all happening to the chorus of her moans.
"Yes, right there! Bjorn, you're meant to suck my tits!" Elsa moaned with drool coming down from the side of her mouth. "I'm cumming!"
Elsa's hips and ass rubbed against his hips and manhood. Her juices drooled and drenched his body. The need to reach her climax grew with each lick she got from her lover. She couldn't hold back for much longer. Every drip of her warm juices against her cool skin felt like it was melting her. Her breasts glowed with how much Bjorn, her lover, was kissing and licking them. She wanted to taste his seed, the seed she wanted inside of her. Filled with a wild desire to climax and maintain her dominance, she pushed him back down on the bed.
"Els-!" Bjorn was cut off as Elsa presented wet pussy lips on his face.
"Get ready to fuck a queen, my lover~." Elsa huffed with a red blushing face. "Just know that I won't stop until I'm satisfied. Or you're empty~!"
Elsa grabbed hold of Bjorn's legs, lifting them up with her surprising strength. With arcing legs, she lined her pussy with his manhood in a reverse mating position. Bjorn's manhood pressed against her wet lips as she pushed herself down on him. He entered her. Her pussy lips wrapped around his manhood tightly as she let out a loud and pleasure-fueled moan. Shuddering in pleasure, she held him in place as she looked over her shoulder at him. It was her first time, but she was taking it like a pro. Her body grew used to his large manhood quickly as her desires fueled all the more the desire to breed and mate with her lover.
"Y-You ready, Bjorn?" Elsa panted.
"As long as you are," Bjorn groaned, feeling the warm embrace of her pussy lips.
Elsa nodded as she slowly pulled herself back before bouncing back down on his manhood. The feeling of his manhood rubbing her womanhood folds was like a hot chocolate after a long cold day. She bounced up and down on the reverse mating press position she was in and she loved the warm, hard, feeling of his manhood hitting her. His manhood was kissing her deepest part of her and sent shocks of pleasure through her spine. Each hit made her moan out as her tongue bounced out of her mouth.
It was a warmth that she had never experienced, and she wanted more. Her breasts and ass bounced up and down as she brought herself against his manhood. The cries of pleasure and the feeling of his manhood reaching all the way into her womb. It was like a battering ram trying to bust down her defenses. But she wanted it to hit her hard and deep. Even in his compromised position, she could feel Bjorn's hips pushing against her with all his might. Feeling his strong hands on her ass made her go faster as he groped her ass.
Bjorn groaned as they made love. Her body was cool yet warm, and that made her all the sweeter and desirable for him. His hands dug into her large bouncing ass, groping it like his life depended on it. She was the snow goddess that wanted to dominate him and he wanted to make love to her. Her moans were a chorus that he wanted to hear more of. He wanted to see her as they made love.
His hands gripped her ass so hard that they almost left handprints on it. But he managed to push her down onto his hips to hit at her sweet spots enough to make her turn around. His hips moved quickly against her hips as she planted herself on top of him while holding his legs. It was a blissful sensation to be so deeply inside the woman he'd fallen for. Her folds wrapped around him like a warm vice as his manhood rubbed against them. His strikes landed against her womanhood's entrance sent jolts of pleasure through his body, making him move all the faster. Groping and thrusting against her ass had him all the more ready to release inside of her. He had to see her face when they reached their climax.
"Elsa, please! I wanna see you!" Bjorn grunted and moaned in pleasure. "Let us look into each other's eyes as we cum! I love you!"
Elsa's world froze as her pussy tightened around his manhood. Those words were like hot arrows melting her heart completely. She hadn't heard them so sincerely in a long time. And it just made her cum slightly. She looked over her shoulder, her face now colored bright red and with a clear desire to hear more of his words. Her lips trembled from both holding back her incoming climax and the embarrassment for hearing such words.
"You… You… You love me…?" Elsa bit her lower lip trying to hold back her climax.
"I do." Bjorn felt her folds tightly wrapping around him, milking him. "I love you, Elsa."
Elsa quickly spun around, giving Bjorn a front view of her sweaty hot body. His legs were still held up as she slammed herself down on his hips once more. Her lips quickly found his for another round of rough making out and kissing.
"I love you too!" Elsa moaned out, slamming her hips down on his manhood like a woman possessed.
Bjorn loved the new intensity and the wild kissing he was getting. His legs were still up in the air and Elsa was still slamming down on him like a bitch in heat, but he got to taste and feel her completely. His arms and legs wrapped around her as their tongues licked each other's faces like a pair of rabid wolves. Her large cool breasts rubbed against him, sending tickles of desire while his hands undid her hair completely.
They were reaching their climax and he knew it all too well. His manhood was growing larger as her inner pussy folds milked and rubbed against him. The intensity that she was using made him feel like he was in heaven, yet she was close to her release as well. He felt how each blow to her sensitive folds made her moan louder and her folds grow warmer and tighter. Every time she slammed down against his manhood, he pulled her down with more force. Each thrust went deeper into her awaiting pussy making her squeal in pleasure as their climax grew closer and closer.
"Elsa, I'm cumming! I'm gonna cum!" Bjorn gasped, feeling Elsa's entrance open up for him.
"Cum inside me then! Make my pussy yours as I make you mine~!" Elsa cried out, eyes rolling to the back of her skull. "Breed me! Breed me! Breed me full of your babies! Knock me up like a bitch in heat!" Elsa slammed herself harder against his thrusts.
Elsa wouldn't have admitted it to his face, but she had cum several times since he spoke the three little words. Her hips were going on autopilot as her juices coated every inch of his large manhood. The hardness and warmth that she felt from him was unlike anything she'd ever felt and that made her bounce on him all the harder. Her mind could already picture their shared climax approaching like a mighty thunderous roar of nature. But that would only be the beginning to state her hunger.
They moaned louder and louder as they increased the pace of their love making. They twitched and held each other tightly as they looked into each other's eyes. They kissed each other one more time in a savage passion. They came, moaning into each other's mouths as their juices mixed inside Elsa's awaiting hungry hot pussy.
Elsa felt Bjorn's manhood shooting his seed deep inside her. Her juices flowed and squirted out of her, coating his cock like a waterfall. Grounding her pussy down on his manhood, she made sure to hold everything inside of her pussy. Her heart raced as she felt every bit of warmth spreading through her body from inside her pussy. It felt almost like a well satisfied fire was being fed.
"That was… Amazing, Bjorn, my love~," Elsa panted, laying on his chest. "And you're still hard and lively as a beast~."
"You are so beautiful that I can't help but stay hard," Bjorn kissed her cheek and neck. "You want me to take the lead this time?"
"Not a chance~!" Elsa shot herself up with a predatory grin. "You've unleashed this lustful beast within me, and now you get to fuck me until I'm good and pregnant with our heir~!" Elsa adjusted herself in a cowgirl position, giving Bjorn a good look at her body.
Elsa began to bounce up and down, letting her breasts swing with every move she made. Their combined juices were the perfect lube for them to pick up the rhythm of their bouncing all the faster. The hunger she felt was more than primal, it was the hunger of a woman that had now discovered sex and wanted all of it. She looked like a goddess bouncing on top of Bjorn with her large breasts glowing from the sweat and his saliva. Pagans would've worshiped her had she been born in a different time. But now she was Bjorn's to worship.
Bjorn grabbed hold of Elsa's hips, giving her a hand as she bounced on his hips. He thrusted upwards, hitting her G-spot with a mighty strike. Using the sharp moans she let out, he figured where to best strike while letting her have the control. The sight before him was one fit for the old gods. Her breasts bounced with such beauty that he couldn't help but feel his mouth water. His thrusts increased in speed, matching her slamming bounces. He had his pride as a man and he would see her in her full glory as he gave her his own. His hands grabbed hold of her large breasts. His fingers sunk into her soft flesh, making her moan loudly.
"Oh gods! Yes, my love~! Fuck me harder!" Elsa threw back his head as she bounced on his hips. "Let's have children together! Let's keep fucking and making love like wild beasts~! You're mine, Bjorn! And I'm yours~!" Elsa grabbed hold of his hands pressing them against her chest.
Her pussy tightly wrapped around his manhood, massaging it with gusto. The strikes she felt filled her with lust and made her feel all the more enticed to bounce. The smacking of their bodies made her lust for a life where there was more than herself. She wanted to be with Bjorn every second of their lives. She took one of his hands and kissed it, making a small ice ring around their fingers. It was symbolic but it was all she wanted.
Elsa's mind drifted as she came over and over again from each strike of Bjorn's manhood. Everything was going blank as the pleasure mounted on her like a damn breaking down from the amount of water and snow pouring against it. Her pussy folds doubled their efforts, rubbing and caressing his manhood to the point he would cum inside her once more. Her tongue hung out, letting out a pleased and satisfied moan of pleasure. She pulled him up, kissing him in the mouth with gusto.
"Cum inside me once more, Bjorn!" Elsa moaned out. "I can feel you getting closer! Ruin me for any and all men! Make sure that only you are worthy of my royal pussy!" She kissed him with passion as her lower lips tightly massaged his manhood.
Bjorn thrusted harder into her awaiting pussy. His manhood was twitching wildly, growing full with his seed ready to fire once more. Wrapping his arms around her back and kissing her harder, his manhood went deeper into her pussy. He reached all the way inside, kissing her cervix deeply.
With one final grunt of pleasure and desire, they both came. Their sexual juices mixed together once more in a wild and passionate embrace. They held each other close as Bjorn's seed painted Elsa's womb white and Elsa's juices marked his manhood.
"I love you so much~." Bjorn kissed her.
"I love you even more, my swordsman~." Elsa returned the kiss.
Days passed and the storms had stopped all together. Lord Hans had sent scouts to the castle to see what had happened.
"Well? Did you find anything?" Hans asked.
"Forgive me, my lord, but this is all we found." The scout presented Elsa's crown and Bjorn's sword. "We believe that the ice queen and the swordsman killed each other and wolves carried away their remains."
Hans laughed.
"Perfect. Now, let's go get the treasure of that castle." He rubbed his hands.
"Um, about that, my lord," the scout said. "It was empty. Not a scrap of treasure or loot was there."
"What?! Where did it all go?!" Hans demanded.
The vaults of treasure the lord had wanted were all emptied out, leaving nothing for Hans to claim. And a few weeks later, the king had him imprisoned for his misdeeds, ending his days in a cold, dark jail cell.
Far, far away from the land, in a small farm, Bjorn worked the fields, watching them grow tall with wheat and other vegetables.
"Looks like this harvest will be a good one," Bjorn said.
"Bjorn, come inside, food is ready and I'm starving." Elsa called out, rubbing her large pregnant belly.
"On my way, my love." Bjorn replied.