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Chap. 6: A Bit of Ora(l)tory

"Not that I'm complaining, Your Highness," Dominic tried to protest as Elsa's, long, slender fingers fumbled with the clasp of his belt, "But is this... is this really okay? I mean..."

Elsa's hands slowed, but did not still on his trousers as she finally figured out how to undo his uniform belt and flipped open the clasp of his trousers. She looked up at him seriously, a stark contrast to her teasing tone from just moments ago. "Is it okay? I don't care, Dominic. We are both fools, certainly, for... for feeling the way we have been dancing around admitting to each other all evening. If... I feel that if we, the two of us, are going to cause an international incident by becoming involved in such a scandal, than we should earn it. That is all. And I fully intend to."

"I- understand, Elsa," he tried one last time as she started tugging his uniform pants down his thighs, despite him barely lifting his hips from the couch to help her. "It's just, well... Isn't this a little... fast?"

"Dom," Elsa chuckled as she finally got his trousers low enough to push them from the knees down to his ankles and reached for his underwear instead, "Think about the dream I just recounted for you. In that dream- set a year from now, more or less- I was accustomed to being on my knees, and servicing my lover. I... am a future Queen. I would never- most likely- be forced to do such a thing by my future spouse, but as a woman of culture and bearing, I know that sometimes men expect it. I also know that I- for one- do not find the idea... unappealing. In fact I find I want to try it very badly."

Dominic swallowed. "O- Oh."

"To that end," the princess continued, her voice dropping from stern to a more husky, quiet tone, "Unless my lover- my partner- has some strong objection, I am going to put his erect penis in my mouth, and pleasure him in the best way I know how, until he releases. Then... then I will expect him to return the favor. Is that clear?"

"Crystal, Your Majesty," Dominic exhaled, as she tugged down the thick, woolen underthings that came as part of the uniform because of the climate. His dick sprang up and out, nearly slapping Elsa across the cheek as it bounced free with far more eagerness than he could allow himself to express.

"Good. I trust you have no other objections?"

"No... No, I don't. Carry on, Your Highness."

Elsa didn't say anything else. Instead, she let body language do the talking. Elsa, he knew, secretly loved pillow-books, the sort of trashy romance novella and longer works that the maids passed around in their dormitories. Clearly, she had some education as to how things worked because of that, but he also knew from experience that she was relatively new to the practical side of things. She had used her hand on him before, but this time, up close, the young woman spent three full minutes and change examining him in detail.

Dominic sighed as Elsa used her hand to lift and roll his testicles in her palm, watching as they moved against each other beneath the wrinkled skin, then back in response to the cool air and her colder hand. It was exquisitely, strangely different just to be touched by someone who had next to no body head of their own, but he already knew he loved the sensation.

The dichotomy of her cold fingers on his smoldering rod was one he hoped never to get so used to that it became boring. After a few moments of that, she lifted further to poke and prod in a gently experimental way at the base of his cock below the testicles, then pressed three fingertips against it before gently rubbing up and down.

Dominic groaned, and she smiled up at him. "Feels good?"

"I... wouldn't have thought so, but yes, it does."

She leaned in then, and took a long, slow inhalation. "You're musky, but I still smell your soap. I like it."

"Emma recommended it," Dominic replied, quite truthfully.
Elsa smiled again. "She has good taste." Then she pulled away and shifted her hands to circle his length, which she began slowly pumping. This was not the first time she'd done that, and she was much more confident in doing so, but she still watched his face for a reaction as her fingers slid up and down his shaft.

Slowly, Dominic let his eyes close as he lowered his head to rest against the back of the couch. "Your Majesty..."

"Don't finish too fast," Elsa warned him, "I still want more."

"No danger of that," he chuckled, "I've never finished 'quickly'. It's still very nice."

"Good, I'm glad you're enjoying it- I hope it's a fraction of the pleasure your fingers give me."

"I'm sure it's at least equal to it," Dom told her seriously, "because even though I say that I don't finish quickly, it wouldn't take that long, either. It's... really nice."

He jumped a little, and his brown eyes flew open as he felt a cool mist blow against his shaft. Elsa was exhaling frosty air onto him... and it made him shiver with both the cold and anticipation. She smiled, "I suppose sometimes the curse has some benefits... did you like that?"

"Very much," he admitted.

"Then you'll probably like this more." It seemed the warm-up was done, because the future queen lowered her body a little, then moved her mouth in. She pressed one kiss to each of his testicles, her eyes locked upward on his, then pulled one into her frigid mouth... which, strangely, did not feel cold at all. Cool, but not cold, as if he were simply bathing in mountain stream.

It was still enough to make his testicles withdraw into his body to conserve heat, which made Elsa actually pout cutely as her prize was stolen way, but Dominic could not help but thrust his hips toward her all the same at the sensation.

Then her cool, wet tongue hit the bottom of the shaft, and dragged itself from near his buttocks up and over his now-taut scrotum, and higher, higher, up to the very tip in a deliciously slow trail. "I like the taste of you," Elsa whispered, "it's... almost like..."

He didn't hear what it was like, because Elsa occupied her mouth with something other than speaking, as she leaned in and took his head inside her orifice. He groaned aloud and bucked gently again as her tongue washed a circle around his cap, and two fingers circled most of his base, helping to keep his angle steady.

She opened her mouth soon after and pulled off. Dominic could not help but notice, in the firelight, that lipstick now smeared his cock slightly- he hadn't even noticed she was wearing some. Elsa's hand pumped him slowly, and from between his knees, she said, "I know some women find it... subservient, to do this. Personally, I've always liked the idea, and I can see why. Knowing- at least I hope I'm not misreading things- that I'm making you weak at the knees already... it's empowering."

"I can assure you, Your Highness, that is exactly what I'm feeling," Dominic chuckled.

"So I'm not doing too badly?"

"Better than the courtesan."

"So not bad for my first time, then," Elsa replied with a wide smile, "I suppose I'll get better with loads of practice."

Before he could tell her how much he loved that idea, she was on him again. Not only was her tongue moving side to side now, she flicked the tip up and down his shaft too as she started to slowly sink lower, then rise up with suction. Lower again, more suction up, a little more, deeper...

When Elsa reached the half-way mark, she coughed, and he felt her tonsils around him. She backed away slowly, her eyes water. "I... I don't think I'm ready for more than that," she admitted.

"Don't force yourself, please," Dominic told her, "that's already... fuck. You're amazing at it."

"Good to know. Now, Dominic Alders, a request from your Queen- if it's really that good, show me. Show me how much you love it when I suck your cock like a filthy street whore."

"You're nothing like that," Dominic promised her as she started her work again. But as she bobbed faster and faster, sucked more greedily, a part of him had to wonder.

Was she, truly, that wanton? Was Elsa of Arendelle as wild as she claimed to be? She was certainly acting like it now. It was a far cry and stark contrast from her normally stoic, calm facade. He had to wonder though, because she was going at him with reckless abandon, and dripping saliva was half-frozen as it ran down his scrotum, her hand pumped faster and faster in counter-time to her mouth, and...

Ancestors and gods, he loved the way Elsa sucked his cock! He loved the way her breasts, one now bare as her nightshirt had fallen open, swayed with her body's movements between his legs. He loved her hair as it swayed back and forth, too.

And yes, he had to admit, he loved her vulnerable, real, true self, too. He loved everything about her. Not least the passion she was trying to unleash, but... all of her.

But speaking of release... He was getting close. "More," he grunted, "Elsa... I'm so close, please... please don't stop. I need more, deeper!"

She looked up in response to his first groan, and somehow her efforts seemed to double again as he finished. Faster, more suction, deeper, harder, her hand stroked more frantically, out of pace with her mouth now, and her other cupped his balls and- "Elsa!"

She stopped, just at the cusp, and pulled away so his cock's tip was on the flat of her tongue, which was fully extended. He was aimed toward her mouth, and she looked at him with hungry eyes, just like the harlot she told him she would be. Her hands kept moving, her icy grip tightened...

Ecstasy.

Elsa Alanis Arendelle flinched once, as his cum blasted into her open, eager mouth and splattered against her palate, but on the second, third, and two more consecutive shots, she took it gamely, mouth and eyes both wide open as she continued to coax out more of his seed with her hands. Then she closed her lips on the very tip of him, and suckled...

And swallowed.

When her mouth opened, there was very little of him left in the princess' mouth, but he watched her eyes flutter closed. "Ancestors, it's so warm," she sighed in apparent bliss, and lifted her head skyward, enough to let him see her swallow several more times as the silky-smooth slime dribbled down her throat.

"Elsa... shit... That was... Are you, um... okay?"

The future queen slowly lowered her head to look at him as she stood up, put her hands on his bare thighs, then leaned in to kiss him. The taste of him was salty on her lips, but he barely got a glimmer of it before she pulled away and answered, "I'm going to love sucking your cock several times a week, Dominic Alders. Yes, I'm just fine- and I'm very, very aroused. Please lick my tight princess pussy until I climax too, sir."

"Don't mind if I do," he agreed, more than a little thrilled at the idea. He had pleasured her, fingered her to orgasm, a few times now. But he had yet to truly lick her cunt. And how dirty it felt just thinking that word about the pale, white folds and the glistening, silvery-white but sparse thatch of hair above them!

She was perfect. A tight slit with barely-swollen folds that nonetheless dripped with arousal that crystallized moments after meeting the air, only to crack and fall away into almost snow-like, invisible flakes that vanished into the air as she stood up. Dominic followed, his eyes watching raptly as Elsa, her hand in his, smoothly turned and took his place on the couch. Then she lifted her bare feet to sit on the edges, and opened her knees to fully present herself.

Now, while her nightshirt was still on, she was essentially bare before him, both breasts visible behind her knees, and her nether regions just starting to part before his eyes. "You are so beautiful," Dominic moaned as he took his own place on his knees before his queen. "With your indulgence, Your Highness...?"

Elsa snorted in amusement, "I believe I made myself clear, Dom. No formalities between us, not like this. Lick me."

"As you wish, Your Highness, for I am your loyal servant," he teased. She drew in a breath to protest which did amazing things for her chest, but the air was wasted in a huff as he pressed a kiss not to her most tender flesh, but half-way down her right thigh.

Then the left. Right, a littler lower. Left, right, and left again, each kiss moving just an inch or so down, toward her most sacred, protected place.
The place which, in some princesses and queens, had started wars when they were assaulted.

And Elsa was inviting him in.

"I do believe I'm quite warmed up already, so to speak," Elsa told him as he gently touched her outermost folds with his fingers. "I'm rather excited for the main event, in fact."

"Pardon me, Your Highness," Dominic shot back, "but I believe between us I'm the expert. And, please, forgive me- I would prefer to relish this opportunity, and you, as the treasures they are."

"Sweet-talker."

"Gorgeous princess."

"Charlatan guard."

"Wanton woman."

"Spy."

"Queen of my heart."

"Slan- er..."

Whatever she was going to say fell silent as Elsa registered what he had said. He saw her cheeks darken. She wasn't blushing because his mouth was inches from her cunt, but that had done it? He'd even already called her that, not more than half an hour earlier.

"I love you," she whispered, her eyes shining with... something.

"And I, you," he replied back. Then he leaned in too, and kissed her tender petals. Elsa sighed, and her fingers slipped beneath Dominic's cap and fisted in his hair, knocking it to the floor with a thump.

She tasted like ice cream. Vanilla, and perhaps a little bit of chocolate, just a little over-frozen. Still delicious, and Dominic knew he was already an addict. Her arousal was thick on his tongue from the first upward lick, and as he slowly spread her petals apart and delved deeper into each crevice and valley, left, right, and left again, ever inward, Elsa's breath grew more frantic, needy, desperate.

When he kissed her clit, she gasped, and her own hips bucked. "Dom!"

When his tongue thrust into her, she cried out again, this time wordlessly, a sound of pure pleasure with no form.

His middle finger, the thickest, slipped one knuckle deep inside her body, Dominic found it not cold, but warm, almost like she were a normal woman, uncursed. His lips nuzzled and suckled on her clit once more as he did, the finger started twisting, and Elsa, too, came undone.

Her climax hit her hard and fast, without warning, and a tiny spray of vanilla fluid burst against Dominic's chin and lower lip before he opened his mouth wider to take in more, mouthing as much of her as he could while his finger and tongue continued their work through the princess' peak.

Finally, she pushed him away, her full chest heaving with every breath. Elsa's crystal blue eyes were hooded and dark as she pushed him away with the hand in his hair. "That... That's enough, Dom, please- please stop. I can't take... take more!"

He relented, sitting up straight, then made a show for her of licking up every bit of Elsa's climax from his face, before doing what she seemed fond of doing, and using his fingers to shovel more of it into his mouth. She truly did taste delicious.

Somehow, he knew the moment had passed. Mostly, anyway. So Dominic reached for his cap, and set it back on his head before closing up his trousers around his newly resurgent erection. Hopefully she wouldn't notice.

She did not seem to, because Elsa sat there, motionless aside from her heavy breathing as she watched him dress, with one hand on her belly. When he moved to stand up, she held up a single, trembling hand. He assisted her to her feet, and she giggled, then fell against him, her nearly-naked body strangely, oddly warm against his uniform. "I feel you inside me still," she whispered. "It's... warm. Like porridge."

"I... Your Highness, I-"

"Don't," Elsa commanded softly, and rested her head against his shoulder. "Just leave it. It's fine- nothing else needs to be said right now. I am not angry with you, and I am very satisfied."

"I do need to say this, though."

She sighed, and stepped away, clearly reluctant to clothe herself as she reached for her nightshirt and covered herself, actually tying it closed this time. "Go on, then."

"I... worry," he began. "I worry that our... relationship, will... compromise my effectiveness. That it puts you in danger."

"It may," Elsa nodded, and looked up at him in the slowly-dimming firelight. "And if it comes to that point... I will change your position as my night guard. It's as simple as that."

"V- Very well, Your Highness. If you're sure."

"I am. Good night, Dominic... and thank you. That was... spectacular."

"I agree. Thank you, Elsa."

Then she leaned up and kissed him again, this time running her soft, cool tongue around his lips afterward. "A strangely pleasant flavor. Interesting," she declared, then turned away and sauntered, hips swaying hypnotically, toward her bedroom. "Bank the fire before you leave, please."

The door shut behind her, and all he could do was obey.

He was, after all, powerless to say no. Not to her.

And it wasn't because she was his future queen.

Dominic stood at attention in his commanding officer's office an hour before the day shift's dinner time, while said officer, Captain Roderick Farthson, stood in front of his own desk, leaning slightly against it with an unhappy expression. "I understand the princess' orders, Lieutenant. I don't understand why you. Why not an entire entourage? Why just two guards? Why only one handmaiden? And why you? We've had our suspicions for a long time, given the land of your birth. You got promoted anyway, due to your skill. But this... you have to admit, it's a bit of a stretch. Why should I, the person ultimately responsible for Princess Arendelle's safety, let her go off alone for two weeks with just you- a spy- and one other guard of your choosing, to see to her safety?"

Dominic sighed. He should have known it would come to this. But he couldn't answer: his commander had specifically ordered him not to speak until he was given permission to. And, to be honest, it did look suspicious- if you didn't know the whole story.

And he couldn't tell him that whole story.

Which meant he pretty much had to try and convince the suspicious (and rightly so) man the hard way.

"Go on, Lieutenant. Answer."

Dominic nodded, shifted his feet slightly to relieve the tension in them, but did not break his stance. Doing so would admit guilt, and immediately make the already suspicious Captain even more on-guard. Dominic wasn't worried for his life, Elsa would prevent things from going that far if she had to, he was sure. But he was worried about things coming out. Things she- and he- wanted kept quiet for the time being. "Sir. I freely admit I would not have been my own first choice. I certainly would not have been the only choice to lead this... mission's guard detail. I agree with you: Her Highness deserves and needs more guards than just two. I begged- everything short of being on hands and knees- for her to reconsider. She would not have it."

He was going to say more, but Captain Farthson interrupted, "You spoke to her- directly- about this? You 'begged' her, in person?"

"Yes, Sir."

One of the Captain's eyes twitched. "Go on."

"As I was saying, Sir, I did try to convince her. She felt that making a big production of her tour would simply invite trouble. I'm... inclined to disagree, but it isn't my place to counter my sovereign-regent's orders."

Farthson nodded, but the eye stayed narrow.

"As for one handmaiden, that is entirely the princess' decision. I am a single man, as you know. I make no claim or knowledge as to the care a princess- or any woman- needs beyond the basics of food, water, shelter, and warmth. If the princess feels that is sufficient, then I must acquiesce."

"Tch... What else? Oh, why you. Why a- fuck, son, I'll come out and say it- why a spy from a kingdom that is becoming increasingly hostile to our own?"

"A spy, sir?"

"Don't play coy with me, Alders- if that's even your real name. We have our ways."

Dominic actually smiled. In some ways, the Captain being sure of his (admittedly correct) information made things easier- he didn't have to hide it anymore. That meant he could tell some truths, or at least parts of it. He would have to make a few other minor concessions, but if the Captain listened to the gossip of the other castle staff- and Dominic knew he did- then he would already know this anyway. "We've been talking, Her Majesty and I. For... almost two months now, I think."

"I'm aware," Farthson growled. "Get to the point."

"We've... also become friendly. Now that you suspect- or I should say, now that you know what I originally came here to do, I'm comfortable informing you of a bit more. Her Majesty knows, as well. She knew when she ordered me to select a guard to accompany her. She knew the first time we spoke privately. In fact, she made it very clear she knew who I was, and a great deal about me."

"And yet, you insist- she insists- that a known spy accompany her out into the untamed lands of our kingdom with a single other guard."

"I know, Sir. I know. Believe me, I tried to get more to come with us. If anything, that alone should alleviate any suspicions that I have designs on Her Highness' health or life. It would only make it harder, after all, if I were doing anything... untoward."

"Except passing information home."

"Which I have not done for over a month, and did not give actionable information on my last several missives."

Farthson grunted, which told Dominic all he needed to know: His mail, including carrier pigeon, had been intercepted. But that was alright, he didn't mind. As long as the letters, especially to his family, got there in the end.

"At any rate, Sir, I can further assure you: I have, at least privately, renounced my loyalty to Lansington, to its King, and, indirectly, to my family. I have given up whatever little title I may have eventually earned. I did that to make a life for myself here. Because I now know you have been reading my missives, you know that either I'm very good at ciphers, or there's nothing in them that could be used against Arendelle or its royal family."

"But you admit to being a spy."

"I admit to being an ex spy. I know I can't possibly prove that, but... my loyalty is to Arendelle. It is to Her Highness, Elsa of Arendelle, and to Princess Anna after that."

"You're right, I can't prove that, and I can't believe it, either. What choice have you given me but to distrust you?"

Dominic sighed. This was exactly why he didn't want this confrontation in the first place, and why he'd feared what would happen if only he went with Elsa to see the Trolls. "Sir... I understand you can't. Yet. But when we return, and Her Highness is safe, healthy, and alive, I hope you begin to start trusting me again."

"If she returns."

"She will," Dominic promised him, his expression suddenly quite hard, "I can promise you that. No harm will come to her while I breathe."

Farthson watched him carefully for several seconds, then visibly forced himself to relax. "So be it. I can't directly counter her orders, either, much as I wish I could. It does meet the minimum required detail for a public outing... in town. Fucking loophole in the law. And it's well within Her Highness's' authority to choose who accompanies her, or delegate that authority. But I swear, Alders... if one hair on Her Highness comes up missing...

"You'll have my head. Got it."

"I'll have your testicles first- the rumors I've heard, Alders... fuck. Whatever hold you have on Her Highness..."
"Is her business, and of her own doing," Dominic told his commander firmly. "Sir, with all due respect- she chose this. She asked for it. I am not complaining... but I am mostly along for the ride."

The twitch in Farthson's eye returned, only stronger. "Go- you'd better get some rest. Oh, no- who're you taking? One fucking guard for day detail in the wilds. Unbelievable."

"I've been considering Lieutenant Polgretta, but-"
"Out of the question. Not losing both Lieutenants to this asinine... thing."

"Of course," Dominic transitioned smoothly, "then how about Sergeant Windy? Carrie speaks highly of her."

"Windy, eh? She's a capable enough fighter, I'll give her that... good, sharp eyes, too. Why her? Think you can overpower her 'cause she's a woman?"

Dominic blinked twice, then let himself laugh, a full-on belly laugh. "Sir... when was the last time you watched Sergeant Windy and I spar? With a sword, I can beat her. With a poleaxe or spear? That woman is unstoppable. I picked her for her eyes, yes- but because she's one of the few in the Guard better than I am with a pole, which will be more useful out-of-doors."

Captain Farthson grunted once more, then nodded and folded his arms across his chest. "Very well. I've little choice, and at least you aren't taking one of your own Sergeants. Don't need just one officer left for the night shift. One last thing, before you go. A letter came for you."

Dominic took it casually, and forced himself to hide his reaction at seeing the wax seal had been broken, and the paper roughly shoved back inside.

Of course it had been read, if the Captain was outing his own suspicions of Dominic.

Asquire Dominic Alders II,

It is with great regret that I write to inform you of the passing of your grandfather, Lord Clanthen Alders I. He died on the fourteenth of Harrowtide, surrounded by his loved ones. He had only expressed regret that his favored grandson, yourself, could not attend due to your duties in a far-off land.

In light of his passing, your own status is, of course, due to change. You are now the third in line for the Barony of Saxonburg, and as such, your Sovereign requests your presence while he and the Council of Lords formalize the lines of succession to the Crown. By our royal geneologist's estimation, you are approximately between the thirty-second and fifty-first in line for the throne, and thus your presence is required.

We will expect your correspondence no later than the fifth of Suntide. The Council of Lords will commence at Lansing Palace on the thirtieth of Suntide. Your presence will be required from the twenty-ninth of that month until the Council's conclusion.

At that time you should expect your time in Arendelle to come to an end. Pack accordingly, you will not be returning.

Respectfully,

Clanthen Alders II,

Baron-Apparent of Saxonburg.

Dominic looked up, pale-faced, at his commanding officer. "It's... from my father."