Chapter 3 - FYFC #2: Dancing with Elsa [Frozen]

(author's note: if the formatting is kind of weird, you can read it on my subreddit r/yeseniafaye)

With a wild grin, Elsa grabs my arm and pulls me into her bedroom chamber. She bolts it shut then leans against it, breathing hard. We’d just run through the castle. She found me during the dance, while the other princes and princesses were spinning around the ballroom floor trying to woo one another. She slid up beside me and whispered in my ear how badly she wanted me. How horny she was.
And who am I to refuse a Queen? Even in the darkness of her room, she is a beautiful sight in her blue gown, and many a stronger man would have succumbed to her delicate fingers and the warmth of her breath.
She eyes the bulge in my pants and licks her lips. “Looks like the real party is about to commence.”
I shudder as a draft of cold air fills the room, lighting up her chamber. Snowflakes envelop everything, frost crawls along her windows, the purple curtains around her bed come undone in the wind. Her magic surrounds in a stunning spiraling display, ribbons of snow flurries curving around her body and undoing her neat ponytail and her dress.
Her panties are the last thing to go, vanishing into the snow and revealing the blonde curls that guarded her royal parts. For a moment, I sense nervousness from her. A shyness that disappears as she straightens her shoulders and drops her hands from her breasts. Her little nipples are hard and begging for a sucking. Her blonde hair drifting in the magical breeze around her. She stands before me, bare and pale and biting her lip with anticipation.
“I want you to fuck me,” she whispers, gliding towards me. “Like an avalanche crashing down a mountain.” Her breath feels hot against my face. Her blue eyes captivating my every thought.
I can feel her breasts against my dress shirt. For someone who dances with ice, she is surprisingly hot to the touch. I slide my arms around her as she tiptoes to press her lips against mine. Her tongue pushes its way into my mouth, and she raises a leg and wraps it around my waist. I can feel the heat of her pussy against my leg. I can feel her wetness seeping into my clothes, and that surprises me so much I grab her thigh.
Elsa breaks away from me, red-faced and laughing. “Sorry,” she says quickly. “I get really crazy wet.”
I touch the spot she left behind on my shirt, but I tell her it’s not a problem. It’s only making me want her more.
“Look,” she says, plopping down on the bed and spreading her legs to show me her pussy.
The sight of her pink lips dripping, her juices glistening, makes my cock throb against my breeches. But she is a Queen. You can’t just dive on top of her like you can a willing whore from a tavern or a secret lover in the haystack. I swallow hard and watch as she holds out her hand, her magic swirling once again, illuminating the room.
The snow spins over her palm before settling into the unmistakable shape of a cock. The blue light emanating from it makes her eyes shine, the bit of wind makes her blonde hair sway, and I can see her blushing face as she lowers the icy toy.
“I was doing this the whole time under my dress,” she whispers as she presses the tip to her pussy. Her eyes shut as it disappears inside her, and she moans as she starts fucking herself with it.
The sight of Queen Elsa masturbating is too stunning to look away, and I am frozen where I stand as I watch the ice melt. Before long, it’s her fingers sliding in and out of her, and she’s so wet that the lewd sounds of her pussy make my head spin. Her pale skin is flushed now from the effort. There’s a need in her eyes, and I feel the same magnetic pull I felt when she approached me in the hall below. She beckons me to come closer.
I rip off my dress shirt and climb on top of her. She undoes my breeches and yanks them down to reveal my raging hard-on, and I silently thank all the gods that my parents forced me to attend this royal ball. You might meet a sweet princess, they told me. Oh, if they only knew!
Elsa holds my cock with both of her hands, delicately at first as if she were holding a ceremonial treasure. “It’s so hot,” she whispers, stroking me gently.
I can’t take any more. I can’t hold this back. Pressing her down onto the bed and taking her hands off my cock, I pin her arms over her blonde head. Elsa feigns a look of surprise, and I get the sense she’s not used to being treated like this in the bedroom.
Just when I think I made an enormous mistake, she smirks. “Looks like I made the right choice tonight.” She spreads her legs and gives me complete access.
With one hand holding down her arms, I use the other to guide my cock against her wet lips. She lets out a small moan.
“Keep going,” she whispers, her eyes shut. I grit my teeth and push. She’s so wet and horny, that I find myself inside her with ease, and we stay like that for a long moment, pressed to each other, synchronizing our rushed breathing.
For a moment, I’m terrified I’ll melt just as the ice did.
Elsa senses my hesitation and wraps her legs around me. “You’re not going to escape me,” she says, with a wide grin.
I suck in a deep breath, then kiss her. It’s a promise that I’ll be here all night long. With my breeches still at my knees, I begin to thrust. She’s absolutely right. There’s no escaping this; there’s no way to stop this. Her body feels so soft and warm despite all the rumors that she had the insides of ice. I kiss her forehead, her cheeks, and she moans all the while.
Her insides squeeze me without a shred of mercy. She won’t let me stop thrusting. “Just like this,” she whispers, her eyes shut as she pulls me in harder and harder with her legs. The entire bed frame squeaks and groans, but her moans drown it all out.
Letting go of her arms, I grab a fistful of her hair and renew my thrusts.
This makes her laugh. “I’ve never been with anyone who would dare treat me like this.”
I pull her head back and kiss her neck then bite her shoulder. Elsa moans underneath me, but I don’t relent until she’s moaning and melting and trembling.
“Enough,” she cries out when my thrusts slow down and my tongue runs along her collar bone. With a blast of cold air, she flips us over so that I’m on my back and she’s sitting on my chest. She cups my face with her hands, a wicked smile that sends shivers down my spine. “I hope you’re not going to cum any time soon and disappoint your Queen.”
She strokes my hair as ice climbs up my arms and legs, and I find myself frozen to her bed, unable to escape. My cock twitches, hard and desperate for release. She slides along my front till her pussy is pressed against my lips. She’s holding my head and grinding against me, the curls of her hairs tickling my nose, her eyes closed as I drown in her flavors.
“How do I taste?” she asks, but I can only offer a muffled groan in response.
I can’t move my arms and grab her hips or squeeze her ass, so I do the only thing I can. I lick and suck and kiss her dripping pussy as she melts over my face. The movement of her hips, her sighs and moans, and the way her fingers curl up in my hair as she grinds… she slowly chips away at my senses until the only thing that remains is primal desire. An incessant need to pin her to the floor and bury my face in her ass. To spank her royal cheeks and pull her hair and make her lecherous little pale body mine. To lick her till she cried out and every single person dancing below would know the true nature of their Queen.
“Okay,” she whispers, gasping for breath and standing over me. Her juices run down her thighs. “We don’t have much time left before they realize I’m not around. Anna will come looking for me and think something’s wrong again.”
She bites her bottom lip, suppressing a smile. Then in a flurry of snow, she’s squatting over my cock and holding it with one hand.
“Are you ready?” she asks, her reddened face staring down at me. She doesn’t wait for my response, but I wouldn't have been able to say a word. The essence of her pussy was still thick on my lips and tongue, filling my lungs with her aroma.
Elsa grabs her breasts with one hand, the other still holding my throbbing cock as she slides down my length. Slowly at first, till my tip vanishes inside her. Then the rest in a smooth movement, and she’s sitting on my lap, breathing hard.
“It’s so fucking big,” she says through gritted teeth, her eyes shut, brows furrowed with focus.
And she’s so damn tight. Every muscle of my body aches to grab her, but I’m still held by the ice. I tighten my core as she squeezes my cock till it feels like I’ll burst.
After several deep breaths, she plants her palms firmly on my chest and begins to slam her ass back on my lap. She’s riding my cock with an expression of utter concentration. Spittle run down her chin, her blonde hair flies this way and that, and her breasts jiggle inches from my face, teasing me as her greedy pussy swallows up my cock only to spit it out and repeat the motion.
“This is amazing,” she says, going faster and faster. Her ass slapping against my thighs is so loud, and she’s moving at the pace of my beating heart.
Magic spills from her, like little avalanches. Cold runs over my skin despite the intense heat of her pussy, but from the glow, I can see silhouettes taking shape. Snowmen appear all around the bed, clapping their icy hands and cheering.
Elsa licks her lips and straightens up. A moan escapes her lips, and all at once she collapses on my chest. “I think I just came,” she says quietly, holding me as if I were a log in a rushing river and she was at risk of drowning. She kisses my face now, my cock still inside her, her pussy squeezing and tightening, desperate to milk me.
The snowmen cheer as she catches her breath, but they melt away as she climbs off the bed and stands in the darkness. She touches herself, then turns back to me.
“Oh, forgive me,” she says, looking down at my cock. She’s still breathing hard, but the ice melts away from my limps. “Let me take care of that for you. You did so well after all.”
She sinks to her knees on the floor as I climb off the bed
“I love this part,” she says, her hands on my thighs. My cock is slick and wet with her juices, and she licks my tip. She sucks on it for a moment, kisses it several times. Then she sucks the rest of it into her mouth and before I know it, my balls are against her chin and her face is bright red.
I try to slip out, but she squeezes my ass and holds me in place. She makes a muffled sound, and I know I can’t last much longer. I grab her blonde locks, groaning as I feel the release finally coming.
Just as I’m about to cum, she spits me out with a savagery that pushes me over the edge.
When I’m done, her face is a mess of spit and cum. It’s all over her hair and breasts, and we’re both breathing hard. I sit back on the bed. She crawls towards me and continues kissing and sucking all over my thighs and my belly.
“I’m going to clean you up,” Elsa says to my cock. “So we can return to the gala and pretend we don’t know each other.” Then quickly, she adds, “But of course, we’ll have to be introduced and find some time to dance with each other… properly.”



