Chapter 22 - Anna and Elsa
This contains lesbian erotic content and incest. So if that offends you, don't continue reading. Also bear in mind, that this is all fiction and not to be taken seriously.
The Duke of Wesselton appeared in the doorway, catching Elsa and Anna completely off guard as they lay naked on the bed. His shock and disgust was palpable.
"Why are you both undressed and… on top of each other?" he demanded, his mustache trembling with emotion.
Elsa quickly pushed Anna off of her, causing the latter to emit a surprised squeak. "It's not what it looks like!" Elsa protested, covering her breasts with her arm.
Anna cast a skeptical gaze at her sister, realizing that they were in quite a predicament. She couldn't come up with a plausible explanation for their position, and the Duke's disbelief was evident as he turned on his heel and departed.
Elsa stood up, her expression stern. "We have to catch him before he tells someone," she declared.
"We can't go out into the crowded ballroom like this," Anna replied, struggling to stand up.
"Let me try something," Elsa suggested, making graceful hand motions in the air. Suddenly, Anna felt her naked skin being covered by silk, and in a blink, she was clad in a beautiful red dress that fit her perfectly. The material felt icy against her skin.
"Oh my god," Anna exclaimed in amazement, staring at her transformed body. "You have dress-making powers?"
Elsa smirked. "Well, I have magical ice powers," she revealed, creating a stunning blue dress for herself.
Anna's eyes widened in shock. "You mean... you made that ice dildo we used?" she asked, referring to the giant icicle that had been inside both of their vaginas just moments before.
"Yes," Elsa admitted, shrugging nonchalantly.
Anna laughed nervously. "Are you serious? What's next? Can you make snowmen come to life?" she joked.
Elsa raised an eyebrow. "Well..."
Anna gasped in disbelief. "You're kidding!"
Elsa seized Anna's wrist and pulled her along. "It doesn't matter! We've got to catch that Duke!"
The sisters hurried to the ballroom, intent on finding the Duke. The crowd was thick, making it difficult to spot him. As they weaved their way through the throng, people began to notice them and clamored for their attention, shouting "Queen Elsa!" and "Princess Anna" and asking them to dance or engage in conversation.
Just as they were about to give up, a familiar voice cut through the noise. "There you are!" exclaimed their cousin Rapunzel, standing beside her husband Flynn.
Anna greeted them nervously, her mind still focused on their mission. Little did she and Elsa know that Rapunzel and Anna had shared an intimate encounter earlier that evening.
Rapunzel's eyes widened as she noticed Anna and Elsa's new dresses. "Have you two been fucking?" she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of awe and curiosity.
Flynn, his mouth full of cake, glanced over at the exchange. "Who's been fucking?" he asked, his interest piqued.
Anna felt awkward, not knowing how to respond. But Elsa spotted the Duke of Wesselton talking to some guests and pulled Anna towards the doorway.
"We have to go, but it was nice of you to come," Anna said to Rapunzel as they disappeared through the doorway. Rapunzel gave a hesitant wave before they vanished from sight.
The sisters followed the Duke as he fled down a hallway, Anna struggling to keep up with her sister. "How are you running so fast in heels?" she gasped.
"Shut up and run, Anna!" Elsa ordered, her voice urgent.
They finally caught up to the Duke as he descended a staircase leading to the cellar. Elsa blasted a stream of ice onto the floor ahead of him, causing the Duke to trip and fall forward into a cell with a pathetic yelp.
"Witch!" he screamed, his glasses askew. "You'll be overthrown in a day!"
"Who did you tell?" Elsa demanded, her hand raised like a threatening gun.
"I didn't have time to tell anyone," the Duke whined. "My toupee fell off and everyone was laughing."
Anna giggled at the absurdity of the situation, but her eyes drifted to Elsa, who still looked stern and intimidating. Despite the danger they were in, Anna couldn't help but feel a stirring in her loins, drawn to Elsa's icy beauty.
"How can we make you keep quiet?" Elsa asked the Duke, her voice laced with menace.
"Can't you just turn me into an icicle?" Anna suggested, her heart racing with excitement.
Elsa shook her head, her expression growing more serious. "We can't do that, Anna."
The Duke's face contorted with fear, his eyes darting around the dimly lit cellar. "Maybe we can work out some kind of agreement?" he pleaded.
Elsa's voice was icy and devoid of empathy. "What do you want?" she asked the Duke, who smirked.
"Money's not what I'm after," he said, his eyes lingering on Anna. "Maybe you two could put on a little show for me."
Anna noticed a bulge forming in the Duke's tight pants. "This has to be a joke," Elsa said, rolling her eyes.
"No joke," the Duke replied hoarsely.
Anna turned to Elsa. "He already saw us," she said, trying to convince her sister who was still hesitant. "If he talks, it'll mean the end of your rule before it even begins. If you deny freezing him up, this might be the only way."
Anna craved Elsa's beautiful body and the taste of her lips. She didn't really care if the Duke was watching them. Elsa sighed and turned back around.
"What do you want us to do?" she asked, her hands on her hips.
Both Anna and the Duke grinned internally.
"Take off your robes," the Duke commanded.
"I can't believe this creep is giving me orders," Elsa muttered under her breath. "I'm the queen!"
"Just do it," Anna whispered.
Slowly, Elsa and Anna stripped each other's new dresses off until they stood naked shoulder to shoulder. Anna shivered in the freezing dungeon, but Elsa remained unfazed. Anna couldn't help but admire Elsa's stunning figure and her beautiful, large breasts.
"Feel each other's tits," the Duke said, ruining the intimate moment with his slimy voice.
Elsa sighed. She wanted to touch Anna's small, delicate breasts, but not with the Duke watching. They both put their hands forward and massaged each other's breasts. The Duke moaned at the sight.
"Suck her tits, Princess Anna," he commanded.
Anna bent forward, taking Elsa's hard nipple into her mouth. Elsa combed her hair as she enjoyed the sensation, letting out a few soft whimpers.
Elsa then bend forward and began licking Anna's breasts.
"There you go," the Duke said, stroking himself through his pants.
Anna ran her fingers through Elsa's hair and enjoyed the gentle strokes on her breasts.
"Now feel that pussy," the Duke said.
Anna positioned herself on her back on the cold, dirty floor.
"69, my Queen," the Duke said.
Despite the death glare Elsa shot him, she still obeyed and climbed atop her sister, her head positioned close to Anna's quivering, wet entrance.
"Display some pussy-eating for me," the Duke demanded.
Despite the repugnant orders, the sisters eagerly licked each other out, their tongues flitting restlessly against slick flesh. The Duke moved towards them, and with a firm push against Anna's head, forced her face deeper into Elsa's sweltering core.
"Dig in," he growled. "I want to watch you devour each other."
His keen eyes followed Elsa's round, plump ass as it swayed back and forth, making him slap it savagely. Elsa screamed in surprise and pain, her body shuddering beneath his strong hand.
"Is she doing a commendable job, princess?" he asked, holding absolute power over the two beauties. Anna moaned in response and continued to tease Elsa's sensitive button with her agile tongue.
While overseeing the sisters' frenzied mingling, the Duke pulled out his member. Before Elsa could react, he thrust into her forcefully, causing her to roar in a mix of shock and pleasure.
"Oh my... What the hell?" Elsa cried out, squirming beneath his brutish assault.
Anna, meanwhile, continued to lap eagerly at Elsa's sensitive clit. The sisters' bodies arched and convulsed, their moans resonating through the dingy chamber.
"Holy shit, this feels amazing!" Elsa bellowed, feeling the Duke's manly thrusts deep in her core.
Their shouts of ecstasy filled the air as their orgasms crashed in a symphony of desire. After lapping at every last drop of Anna's nectar, Elsa stood stiffly before the Duke. She shoved him up against the cold stone wall of the dungeon before plunging her tongue into his mouth, savagely kissing and biting at his tender lip.
"Ow," the Duke whined, sounding like a helpless little child.
"Get ready to fuck my sister," Elsa ordered menacingly, her frosty breath caressing his face. Anna rose unsteadily to her feet, her eyes flashing with disbelief.
She watched in horror as Elsa willingly descended from her reserved demeanor to a frenzy of lust in mere seconds. The Duke remained indecisive, immobilized by the explicit scene before him.
Elsa seized the Duke's hand, guiding it to the bulge in his trousers. "Grab that little worm," she snarled, "and thrust it as hard as you can into my sister."
Her grip tightened on his throat as she repeated her demand, her tone icy and unwavering.
Desperately, the Duke yanked Anna's limbs towards him, piercing her with his turgid erection again and again. She panted wildly, too caught up in the storm of lust to object to his forceful advances.
Elsa loomed over them, watching with hungry eyes as they writhed together. "Keep going, Duke," she commanded, her tone a heady mix of dominance and pleasure. "I want to hear her moans fill the air."
And so, the Duke fucked Anna with reckless abandon, their bodies slick with sweat and desire as they moved in a primitive dance. Elsa alternated between kissing and biting the Duke, her fingers delved into his skinny frame with feral zeal.
Anna's eyes rolled back in ecstasy as the Duke slammed into her with relentless energy. "Elsa... please..." she gasped, her plea a desperate attempt to break free from the bonds of pleasure that held her captive.
But Elsa only smirked, her expression wicked. "We're not done here yet," she said, her voice thick with malice. "I'm going to sit on your face, and I want you to make me come."
The Duke watched in horror as Elsa positioned herself above Anna's waiting mouth, her wet slit hovering inches above the younger girl's open lips. But Anna obeyed, her tongue flicking out to lap hungrily at Elsa's delicate folds.
Elsa moaned deeply, arching her back as her sister's skilled fingers worked furiously at her clit. The duo's cries of passion filled the stifling air, a symphony of raw pleasure that caused the Duke's spine to tingle with apprehension.
Suddenly, Elsa reached down, gripping the Duke's hand and forcing his erect member into Anna's waiting mouth. "I want to hear her choke on your cock."
As Anna gagged, the Duke couldn't help but feel a combination of horror and arousal. He thrust in and out of her sister's mouth, knowing that she was suffering yet unable to tear himself away from the sick thrill of it all.
Elsa leaned in close, her breath hot against the Duke's ear. "Don't you dare cum," she warned, her words laced with menace. "If you do, I'll destroy you."
At the last possible moment, the Duke pulled out of Anna's mouth and released his load onto the cold, stone floor. Anna coughed and gasped for air, her face flushed and sweat-soaked as she tried to recover.
Elsa brushed a strand of sweat-drenched hair from her forehead, glaring at the Duke. "Now, do we have a deal?"
The Duke took a cautious step back towards the cell door. "I swear by my word," he said softly.
Elsa arched an incredulous eyebrow as the Duke reached the cell's threshold.
"Great," Anna muttered, her voice dripping with ice. "Perhaps we'll even reconsider doing business with Weaseltown."
The Duke let out an offended gasp as he slammed the cell bars shut, trapping Elsa and Anna within. "Weselton! It's Weselton! I've changed my mind, your highnesses. I cannot allow such disgrace to transpire without the populace's awareness!"
Elsa grabbed the bars, her teeth grinding as she shouted at him. "You serpent!"
"I must act in the best interests of the kingdom," he chirped, and Anna spat in his face.
The Duke swiftly spun on his heel and climbed the stairs, careful not to slip on the icy steps.
Anna looked at Elsa, her eyes wide with disbelief. "Unbelievable," she breathed.
Icy spikes protruded from the walls as Elsa seethed with fury. Anna knew what she had to do to calm her down and pressed her lips against Elsa's, silencing the sharp spears' growth.
"Thanks," Elsa murmured, smoothing down her braid. "We're screwed. I wish I had listened to your suggestion to turn him into an icicle."
Elsa transformed the Duke's semen on the floor into ice and crushed it underfoot, leaving it shattered in a thousand pieces. Anna joined in, adding her own weight to the shards.
Together, they strained against the bars, trying to force them open, but to no avail. They were utterly trapped.