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Note 2: This is the chapter where the chapters become more 'normal sized' instead of huge. It'll stay between the 5-10 pages throughout (*except in rare circumstances) rather than the previous 15-30 pages or more.
Chap. 5: Word(less) Conversation
Dominic could not believe that, after ten, no, twenty minutes, Elsa- Princess Elsa, future Queen Elsa Alanis Arendelle, was still kissing him. Kissing him back. He was still alive! Why he'd reacted so strongly to her half-voiced fear, Dominic did not know, but he certainly had. It had been either colossally stupid, or the bravest thing he had ever done to throw his body over the vulnerable, emotionally spent young woman and put his lips to hers just moments after she had all-but admitted she was worried he would not be interested in helping her any longer.
Yes, he liked the petite young maid, Emma, who seemed quite interested in him. Yes, he even believed the younger princess of Arendelle, Anna, that Emma believed she was in love with him. Whether she actually was, of course, remained to be seen- but he believed that Emma believed it. He even knew Anna herself had some interest beyond just 'her first kiss'.
But why, why on all the gods' wide world would he choose to leave his growing relationship with Elsa behind for that?
She was scared, perhaps even jealous, but he could not understand why. So Dominic had done the only thing he knew he could do: reassure her. In the most profound way possible.
Her lips had been so very cold, frigid, like kissing the purest new-fallen slush. Soft and moist, but below the freezing point. Her body beneath him was only marginally warmer, which was fairly normal. The fire in her sitting room was also something Dominic knew she kept going for his benefit far more than hers. She did not feel the cold, thanks to the magic that Elsa was cursed with.
Her body was soft and pliant as he put one hand around her waist, and the princess' left leg had fallen to the floor as he slid one uniform-clad knee between her thighs, but he had not attempted to do more than that.
Elsa... she had gone a little further. Her returned kiss had been hesitant at first, but quickly warmed to something approaching what he had experienced with the courtesan his father had paid to teach him the 'ways of the world'. Only somehow more. Elsa still hung back, still kept herself guarded somehow. He could feel her wariness, her hesitancy, the fear... but she was more vulnerable to him than ever before, and Dominic relished it as their lips moved against each other.
The princess had been the first to put her soft, long and thin fingers against his breastplate and push him to a sitting position instead of leaning over her. She had looked so gorgeous in the moon- and fire-light, her mouth open just so, as a soft pink tongue ghosted over her swollen lips. Her eyes wide, shining with so much emotion she could barely contain it.
Dominic had worried they had gone to far, when she pushed him away, even more than he had feared getting a spear of ice through the chest for the first kiss.
But Elsa had only switched positions so that they were both sitting, he normally in the center of her couch, while she had stood to open her nightshirt and then straddled his lap with only the thin silk of her panties between them, the nightshirt barely covering what he knew to be pale pink areolae and nipples that cast shadows on the eggshell-blue cloth. "Damn you," she whispered against his mouth after sitting over his lap, "You weren't supposed to make it personal, dummy."
That did not stop her from kissing him again. Her body was cool now, but not cold, and her lips strangely warm against his own as their tongues began to wrestle once more.
Dominic could not decide where to put his hands, but Elsa's had quickly made their way around his head and neck. Eventually, he simply decided to let instinct guide him. One fell to Elsa's waist once more and gave it a squeeze that made the woman shudder against him, while the other went to her back between the shoulder-blades and helped push her even more firmly against him.
They had stayed like that for another ten minutes before Elsa finally pulled away, breathless. He watched, mesmerized as she was, a string of saliva that connected their mouths. Then Elsa gave him a coy smile and inhaled it.
"Why am I a dummy, Your Highness?"
She giggled softly, a girlish gesture he was not used to from the normally stoic young woman, and she let her forehead fall against his gently. "We had an arrangement. I just told you, Dominic. We are friends, but our more intimate... relationship... was supposed to stay just that. An arrangement. You weren't supposed to kiss me. You weren't supposed to... to..."
When she trailed off, bright blue eyes darkened with arousal and barely-held restraint, she looked away and down, toward the fire. Dominic understood, though. At least, he thought he did. She had been so open, so vulnerable, so frightened. It wasn't just jealousy that she could not have her first kiss, it was... more. So much more, so much left unsaid. Unsayable.
So Dominic had acted, and given her what he thought she wanted, deep down. What she'd admitted to, and then some.
Because she was right. While he had helped her orgasm a few times now, and she had returned the favor and encouraged him to seek out more with the maids, that had been exactly what she described it as: An arrangement. A trade. He would teach her how to have that ultimate pleasure, and she would reward him with the same. And, of course, the secrecy.
A kiss, though...
It was somehow less, but so much, so very much more than just sexual pleasure.
Intimate. Close. Affectionate, caring, compassionate.
Dominic kissed her again, gently and tenderly. "Your Highness, I will apologize if you ask me to. But I need you to know that such an apology would be... insincere."
"Insincere," Elsa chuckled briefly, "I suppose that's as good a word as any. Dominic, what... what am I going to do with you? I know you're a spy, and I know that you know I know that. Which just makes this even more... complicated. But you are a good guardsman and officer, and your service has been exemplary. Your advice, and your friendship, even more.
"But this..." She sighed and looked away, then, almost reluctantly, climbed off his lap and closed her nightshirt, though she didn't button it, before resuming her normal place on the end of the couch facing the fire. Elsa did put her feet against his right leg though, curling the pale, bare skin against his trousers with his other leg beneath her knees. "We could even have been... Dom, I just... I don't know what to do. I trust you, even though I know I should not. I believe in you, when all sense indicates I should remove you from my service, or my kingdom. The secrets you must be able to take back home, to Lansington!"
"Arendelle is my home now, Your Highness," he responded quietly, "My home will be here as long as you allow it. Lansington... Lansington is the land of my birth. My family may live there and call it home. I do not."
Her eyes narrowed, but he saw tears starting to build, too. "Then you're an idiot, Dominic Alders. If your king calls you home, demands you report- assuming you are not still reporting, which I think you are- what would you have me do? Keep you here? Insist you stay? You are a minor noble, it would be enough excuse to start a war. Send you away? Then what? Do you think your loyalty to me, which you profess, would stay if you were gone for a year? A decade? And then what?"
Dominic could only listen, and ponder. "I am not worth a war, no," he eventually said, "and... while I cherish my time with you, and our new friendship, I... I would not have blood shed on my account if it could be helped. If my former king were to call me back, I would... renounce him. You are my sovereign, now."
"That does not help."
"Why?"
It was a simple question, and while Dominic could not claim to be a master of politics or intrigue, he simply could not see why renouncing any relationship with his family or former kingdom would not change things.
Elsa sighed and ran a hand down her long platinum hair, gathering much of it across her chest with smooth strokes. "Because they are looking for an excuse anyway, Dom. Arendelle... is not what it once was. Our military was once proud, our navy the pride of the northern seas. We have a fleet still, yes, of six vessels. A merchant marine of nine more. What would we do if, for example, the Southern Isles Alliance decided to attack? Yes, we are more suited to the cold and chill, but in the summer they would do just fine. Their own navy- that we know of- numbers ninety ships, in three fleets."
"But you, your power-"
"I am not a weapon," Elsa whispered, interrupting him with a shake of her head. "I know... I could be used in such a way. But I can't control my power, Dominic. When I was a child, I could make it snow, create bridges and structures of ice at will. I swear, I even made a snowman that I thought was almost alive. But now? I can barely keep it from freezing the windows until they shatter. As I grew stronger, it took- it takes- more and more to control it. If I ever went to war... yes, I would devastate our enemies. And my own people would never recover. I cannot be aimed."
Dominic nodded slowly.
Once again, Elsa was right. And yet... "I have made my choice, Elsa of Arendelle. If you must exile me, I will go. I will go without complaint. I will fulfill whatever command you give me... unless it is in direct opposition to your own welfare and wellbeing, or the welfare of Arendelle. To me, the second is of secondary importance."
"You idiot," Elsa whimpered, and one tear moved half-way down her cheek before it crystallized as her eyes closed. "I'm trying to keep you safe."
"But I am the guard, Your Highness. It is my job to keep you safe."
"Then-" she hiccuped, and her eyes opened again, steely this time with determination, "I propose a change to our arrangement."
"As you wish, Your Majesty," Dominic nodded solemnly, and turned to face her on the couch, sitting much as they would in so many of their previous talks. Casually, like two friends just talking over tea.
"One condition, however," Elsa raised a cautionary finger, "I must have this one concession: If you have any hesitancy to agree, any at all, or any suggestions, you must put them forward before you agree. I am not trying to rule your life, Dominic. If we... if we are to be friends, we must be... equal, in this relationship. Not- not princess and guard, not future queen and guard. Friends. Partners."
Dominic was quiet for a few more moments, then nodded, "I can- I think I can- do that, Your Highness."
Elsa watched him with a measuring look for a few moments, then nodded before wiping the frozen tear from her cheek. Its trail fell in flakes of tiny snow down onto her nightshirt, but she did not seem to notice. "Th- Then I propose... that for now, until we return from the trip, we continue as we have been... but that you stop being afraid of me. You- you say that you trust me. I... don't want to hurt you, Dominic. I will do my best to keep from doing so, just as I would for Anna or Emma or anyone else."
"Thank you, Your Majesty, I'll try. With respect, however... I have been putting myself in, um... rather more compromising positions. I've been more forward, you could say, than anyone else I am aware of has been."
His attempt at humor fell flat to Dominic's own ears, but Elsa cracked a smile all the same, and she reached out to take up his hand in both of hers, placing them on her lap. "And still you try to make me feel better. Dom... you are a strange man. I... you're right, you have been forward. You kissed a princess without so much as a by-your-leave! And yet, did I push you away?"
"Not for some time, no," he conceded.
"Even though I had just told you that it would be a bad idea for you to do so?"
He nodded.
"That's because I... am afraid, as well," Elsa admitted quietly, not quite whispering, but softly enough the guard had to strain to hear her over the fire and low wind outside. "I am terrified of what... I am starting to feel. Of what it could mean. For me, for you, for Arendelle."
Dominic swallowed, his eyes widening as the meaning of her words started to sink in. "Y- Your Highness, I... are you saying what..."
"I believe you understand me," Elsa nodded. "I... if what I am not saying is... is not reciprocated, then please, Dominic, tell me now. Before it gets... worse. If it is..."
She didn't finish, but he did not need her to. Dominic's own eyes closed for a few seconds, as he gave her hands a reassuring squeeze. "I am... also developing- have developed- feelings, Your Highness. Feelings I did not expect... but that I do not regret. I did not kiss you for purely selfless reasons."
It had been far too long, Dominic thought, since he had seen Elsa truly smile.
But aside from that too-short glimmer of a summer's day in the icy room, she did not react overmuch. Instead, Elsa sat up a little straighter, as one of her soft thumbs moved over the back of his gloved hand, and she continued, "I propose, then, that we continue as we were- in a fashion. I know it is a terrible idea. I know we are both fools for doing it, Dom, but I don't care. I like being... your friend. I like what we are learning- what you are teaching me. And I do not want it to stop. But I also do not... do not want to rush. Rushing into things is a fool's errand, almost without fail. Things- matters of the- of the heart..."
"Elsa," Dominic said, using her name for once, his voice soft and low as he reached for her hands with his other one too, "I understand. I would trade a great deal to- to watch your face once more as you scream out in ecstasy, but I would not trade a thousand- a hundred thousand- experiences like it for one day of your true happiness."
"Good," she said back, more firmly, but with a husky quality to her voice that Dominic couldn't easily place, "because that is much how I am starting to feel for you. I like what you have done to me- with me- to my body. I want to do so much more, I want you to show me... everything. But we must go slow. We must be careful. For your safety, for mine, for Arendelle's, and... Anna."
"It's very often about her, with you," Dominic teased, "It's almost as if you're obsessed."
"I love my sister very much," Elsa sniffed haughtily, "even if I am rarely allowed to show it these days."
"I hope the Trolls can help, then."
Elsa smiled again, and rose to her knees on the couch. This time, she pushed him down with both hands on his shoulders, and leaned over him instead with her hands on either side of his head. She kissed him softly once for just a few seconds, her platinum locks framing their faces in silvery light on one side and an orange shimmer on the other. Then she sat up between his legs, and used one hand to keep him there as she gave an imperious look down her pert nose. "Once our trip has concluded- and, I suppose, a safe enough period to discourage gossip- I want more. I will openly take you as my consort, if I must, Dominic Alders. If... if I do that, your king will call you back."
"I will not go. You are the Queen of my heart already, Your Highness," Dominic sighed.
"And you..." She could not finish it, but Dominic knew. He lifted a hand to frame her cheek, and she leaned into him with a small, soft, sad smile.
Then she grinned more playfully, "Once you are my consort, I will have to announce publicly that you attained the position- in addition to being my guard- because of your exquisite skill as a lover. That should get the girls clamoring for you even more... especially once I add that I don't mind sharing you. Perhaps a little less publicly on that one. Don't want to start a scandal."
Dominic's eyes widened. "Y- Your Highness...?"
Elsa leaned over him again, and pressed a teasing kiss to his nose before she giggled against his mouth, "I'm done proposing changes, Dominic. Any concerns, or questions, about our arrangement and how it shall change?"
"You... You want me as your consort. That is... astonishing. Mind-bending. But... to share...?"
Elsa nodded over him, her eyes still playful but also serious somehow, "Perhaps I've read too many pillow-books... but I do so enjoy the idea of watching you with another woman. And after that dream I told you about... I must... I must acknowledge to- to myself, and y-you, my most trusted friend, that I am... I am as attracted to women as I am men. I assume, as with most men, you are not... bothered by that."
Dominic's eyes widened. So much suddenly made sense! He grinned, though, and murmured, "I don't see why I would be, Your Highness."
"Good. Then... when you bed that delightful little maid, I shall enjoy having... having my fun, as well. And anyone else you choose to share with your future Queen."
"I would share anyone, anything, Your Highness."
"Good again. You see, Dominic," she whispered, her voice growing more husky, "I find... that I have a lot to make up for. Years of isolation, of restraint... have made me wild inside. I aim to tame the beast inside me. Will you help me?"
"Always... Um... I do have one other question, though, Y- Your Highness. Elsa."
She nodded, but kissed his jaw as he started to speak, peppering light kisses down its line as he had done for her a short while before. "What about Anna?"
"What about her?" Elsa asked between feather-light touches.
"She... She kissed me, too."
Elsa froze, though he wasn't sure why. It wasn't like she didn't already know, she had seen it happen. They had just talked about it, too.
"What... would you have me do if... if she does so again?"
Elsa's answer to the second question shocked him. She lifted slightly to push one hand down his trousers, inside them, and grip his shaft. Of course he was hard, he had a beautiful princess over him, kissing him! She gave him a squeeze, and looked in his eyes. "Dominic Alders... if my little sister ever does more than she did this evening..."
He worried, then, she would freeze his dick right off, turn him into an icicle.
Elsa's mouth moved onto his again, but she still answered, her cool breath filling his lungs, "Give her what she wants. I want my sister to be as happy as I am."
"I... What?"
"When you are my consort," Elsa explained, lifting her head a little to look at him again while she started stroking his shaft with her exotic, cold fingers, "I will expect you to attend me as needed... but Anna is young, yet. I would not... I would not have her grow up as isolated as I have been. She is young, and filled with... desires. I know she is, and I don't even talk to her. I would rather she... learned, from someone with experience. Someone I can trust to teach her well. If that must be my own lover, then... it will be something we share, as we shared all things when we were children."
"You want me to... teach your sister what I teach you?"
"When she is ready, yes," Elsa told him. "Now... Mr. Alders, I believe you did a very naughty thing earlier. Kissing your princess without asking! Shameful! I'm going to have to punish you. But, as this was your first offense..."
Given the topic of her dream, Dominic honestly thought she was about to suggest she spank him, as if she were his mother. He doubted it would have the effect it had on Emma in her dream, though.
"And, as I am a kind and loving, compassionate princess... and, as you have provided truly exemplary service to the crown and a devoted maid of the castle, and my own dear sister... I believe I'll do the punishment, this time... with my mouth."
The guardsman could only watch in awe as the future queen of his hopefully permanent home reached for the buttons of his trousers.