Pleasantly Warm to the Lick
"Are you sure that it's alright if I…" Elsa's eyes met Honeymaren's for a second before looking back down to what she really wanted. "Not that I don't want to. We already came this far, and I want to repay you for the orgasm you gave me before. That being said I am… cold."
Honeymaren laughed while urging Elsa closer with her strong legs. "After so many make out sessions I kinda picked up on that." She laughed louder when Elsa blushed, the pink very visible on the Snow Queen's pale skin.
"Yes, but I don't want to make you uncomfortable. I don't feel the cold, it never effected me when I, you know, touched myself. The last thing I want is to ruin this for us after I made you wait for me to sort out my own feelings." She wanted to apologize more when she felt warm hands in her hair, brushing the platinum blonde strands back and tugging just enough for her to tilt her head up.
"Never apologize for your feelings. Just like you hate the idea of me hating this I hate the idea of you making yourself date me when you weren't fully comfortable with it." This went both ways and Honeymaren wanted Elsa to understand that fully. The room grew a bit colder as Elsa shifted her weight on the bed, her hands uselessly trying to warm up Honeymaren's thighs. "Go as slow as you need Snowflake, I'm not going anywhere."
Those words meant a lot to Elsa. As someone who has dealt with isolation for most of her life she used to get overstimulated by all kinds of things, mostly her own feelings which then made a flurry of other problems. The easy way Honeymaren's hands ran through her hair grounded her, reassured her that this was okay. As her breathing evened out she dove forward and tasted her girlfriend's pussy for the first time. She noted how different it was from her own taste, not in a bad way.
Honeymaren gasped as the almost ice cold tongue parted her folds and licked a slow path upwards.
"Too cold for you?" Elsa asked as her mouth approached Honeymaren's clit.
"No. It's exciting and new. A good kind of- ah! Fuck! Spirits!" Her legs pressed against Elsa's head and her hips pushed up and quickly away from Elsa's cold mouth. "Y-You really can't… mmmn… feel how cold… you ar-ah!"
As much as Elsa wanted to keep her mouth where it was she also wanted to brag a little. "Maren, I've frozen my entire room when I fucked myself, imagining it was you doing it. And I never once felt the cold. In fact those moments are one of the rare ones when I feel myself run quite hot, compared to my normal temperature that is."
"Heh, your warmest is still cold to me. But I'm not going to complain too much." Was there any point when Elsa was rewarding her with such delightful licks, treating her with such care that a warrior like her could only dream of.
She could feel Elsa's tongue make nonsensical patters on her inner tights, which trembled with anticipation.
The cold breath tickled it's way back up to her clit and moments after she couldn't handle any more teasing. Honeymaren grabbed handfuls of Elsa's hair and moved her where she needed her most, to sooth that bubbling heat with the cold. By now she was more than used to the frosty patterns that manifested all over their shared space when Elsa was enjoying herself. At least no one could ever accuse her of faking it. Who would even dare? To question not only Elsa's honestly but also Honeymaren's own skills was like diving headfirst into the cold depths of the sea.
"I love how warm you get, especially here." Elsa dragged her fingers against Honeymaren's pussy, coating them with sticky arousal. When they were wet enough she pushed them in, Honeymaren hissing at the added cold. "When I first did this I felt like you'd melt my fingers off. It was such a different feeling. Such a good feeling."
Honeymaren felt the temperature in the room dropping with every press and thrust. Not enough to make her cold, Elsa was very careful with that but it was enough to make Elsa's touch nearly electric. Particularly when she sucked on her clit, mouth opening and closing around it, tongue slow and encouraging.
She didn't warn her when she came, she wanted to hear the surprised yelp and then the sigh as the former Queen realized what was happening and moved her fingers faster. Until she gave up and moved her face there instead, tongue pushed in as far as it would go, cold pressed against hot.
"Spirits…" Honeymaren's head was still spinning while Elsa kept licking her up.
"Yes? What can I do for you?" The Fifth Spirit replied with much amusement and joy.
"You can stop acting so smug and kiss me. Or do I have to make you?"
"Now that would be a different kind of hot. Lucky for you I'm a nice Spirit." Elsa made her way up and immediately pressed her body against Honeymaren's, her lips against her's, her cunt against Honeymaren's thigh.
Honeymaren didn't mind those things. On the contrary, she welcomed Elsa with open arms, and open mouth, tasting herself on the other's lips.
She moved Elsa along her thigh until she was all the way to her hip and then back up almost to her knee. "Fuck I love seeing that." She was referring to the patterns left on her thigh as Elsa moved up and down. "I never knew sex could be so beautiful until I met you."
"Thank you. I was afraid you'd think it was… weird." Elsa moaned as she spread her legs a little more and leaned her full weight against Honeymaren's front. This allowed her to move her hips faster, to press herself harder against the warm body.
"It's different, yes, but not weird." Honeymaren's warm palms pressed themselves against Elsa's ass. She squeezed, enjoying the softness and the way Elsa's hips jerked back into her touch. "Know what else I like? I like it when you come so hard you freeze the whole room." Early on in their relationship she discovered that Elsa really enjoyed when the use of her powers was encouraged. When she was allowed to be her real self, on full display for her girlfriend in every sense of the word.
Elsa's breath came out in quick, short, visible pants, her body shaking when Honeymaren used her warrior strength to push Elsa's hips down, the friction of Elsa's clit against Honeymaren's hips pushing her over the edge.
Just as Honeymaren thought, Elsa made the prettiest ice patterns appear.