Frozen Friends update

Aladdin was only used to the cold of the desert. It could get pretty chilly there, especially on the streets, but in recent years, the palace and its thick walls had kept out the wind, leaving only a personable coolness that justified the thin sheets of his bed and pulled him tighter against Jasmine’s warmth.

In Arendelle, it was truly cold. He felt like he needed the smoldering fire in the mantle and the heavy fur comforter just to stay alive. His body felt cold and numb, alive only where it touched Jasmine. She seemed to still have some of the tangy warmth of the desert in her.

It all sounded unpleasant, but really it was a very pleasing contrast—somewhat like how delicious a cool drink could be on a particularly hot day. He wondered if this wasn’t something like how Jasmine enjoyed going from a high-born princess to being treated like a lowly street woman in bed. The differences went together as well as any sweet and sour dish from the Orient.

He thought he’d grown used to Elsa’s own low body temperature, but then she shifted in her sleep, her thigh skimming against his legs. When it butted against his groin, as cold as a stone fresh from the river, Aladdin sputtered to wakefulness. Elsa slept on, while Jasmine, attuned to his body, found herself coming awake as well.

“Something wrong, my love?” Jasmine asked teasingly in a low voice. She and Aladdin had almost overcome Elsa’s chilliness by sleeping with her sandwiched between them as they cuddled, but there was only so far their warmth could pervade her.

“You should know,” Aladdin vibrated, pulling down a fold of the blanket between himself and Elsa. It was far less pleasant to the touch than Elsa’s soft body, but there was something to be said for consistency. “You’ve been sleeping with her a lot longer than I have.”

“With some very interesting parts of my anatomy on the inside,” Jasmine replied. “And with some supple fur to keep them warm. The women here actually have a tendency to shave themselves. I’m thinking of trying it myself… once we’re back in warmer climes.”

“You try it and I’ll try you,” Aladdin proposed. “We’ll see if we can come to a consensus on it.”

Jasmine pulled back the covers, showing off to him the fine pelt whose darkness only accentuated the vivid pinkness of the glossy flesh beneath. Then she slipped out of the bed, picking up her clothing. “Tell me, did Anna come here with you?”

“She did. I imagine Kristoff has amply welcomed her back by now,” Aladdin said, gratefully watching Jasmine’s naked body in motion as she bent and cavorted to restore herself to clothedness. 

In the absence of her warmth, Elsa nestled closer to Aladdin’s body. The sheet Aladdin had between them proved fortuitous. He reached past it to rub warmth into Elsa’s bare back, the formidable queen purring happily at how warm Aladdin could be, even without his better half.

Jasmine smiled. “It looks as if you’ve made a friend. I’d say relations between our two countries are coming along nicely.”

“There’ll be even better coming if you find Anna.”

Jasmine shrugged on the last of her clothing. “What makes you think I’m going to see her?”

Aladdin counted off on his fingers. “Kristoff’s not to your usual liking as a lover. You’ll want to give Elsa and I time alone to cement our bonding. If you play this just right, you can enjoy yourself with Anna and her husband, then come back to Elsa and I once we’ve warmed to each other… so to speak.”

Jasmine grinned broadly. “You’re becoming a fine politician, my prince.”

“Oh, that’s not what we would call it outside the palace.”

She leaned over the bed, and Elsa’s sleeping form, to kiss him goodbye. “My father might not be too proud of you if he knew, but I am. It’s almost morning. I’ll have the stewards send up breakfast for the two of you.”

“Breakfast in bed… not the sweetest meal to have first thing in the morning.” He reached for Jasmine.

She untangled herself from him, putting a stop to his caresses before he could wake Elsa. “Your talents are better used elsewhere. Elsa and you will make a fine pairing. Between you and Kristoff, she seems to have a taste for lowborn men.”

Aladdin smirked. “I don’t see you lusting after Prince Achmed.”

“I didn’t say it was poor taste. Although, when you think about it, it sort of is…” She smiled at her own wordplay, now bending down to kiss Elsa’s ear. “And when you think about Elsa, you might notice she has more than a thing for the lowborn. She enjoys being treated like one herself. Did you see how she responded when you called her a bellydancer?”

“Maybe it doesn’t translate,” Aladdin reasoned. As much fun as he and Jasmine had had with Elsa, he’d picked up enough politics not to want to inadvertently give offense, even with how extremely informal ‘negotiations’ had become.

Jasmine licked Elsa’s cheek, tasting the salt of her sweat and her own juices frosted across Elsa’s face from when the queen had devoured her, both frozen into a tasty treat. “It translates. We’re the same, her and I. We’re both so used to being in control that playing the harem girl is like a drug to us. But I’ve had time to refine my palate. I think she’ll be a little glutton. She’ll want all the rough treatment you can dish out. Give it to her. Make her your slave. And she’ll be thankful for the rest of her days.” She shared a last kiss with Aladdin, whetting his appetite for Elsa’s taste. “And when I’m done with her sister, I’ll show her how a queen is the one who really knows how to crack the whip.”

***

After Jasmine left, Aladdin took a little time to hedonistically laze in the comforts of a warm bed, but he couldn’t be a sluggard forever. He might not’ve been born royalty, but Jasmine had taken him into her family, and he wouldn’t want to disappoint her by making a poor showing of himself. He got up and went about his morning routine, with everything a touch off in this different culture. It wasn’t as if the Scandinavians didn’t bathe, just that he had a hard time approximating his normal customs of hygiene. But, finally, he made himself presentable and furthermore tended to the fires. He didn’t know if Elsa would notice, but he certainly did. A fresh heap of logs in the fireplace did wonders for the room’s atmosphere.

A discreet knock at the door announced that breakfast had arrived. Aladdin got it, served in a silvery tray, and brought it to the breakfast nook of the suite, setting out the various food items as well as the place settings. The smell of a hot breakfast woke Elsa where his and Jasmine’s amorous discussion hadn’t. Wrapped in a furry coat that was more for her own modesty than the temperature, she sat across from Aladdin and helped herself to the food Jasmine had sent up. She was more… frigid… than Aladdin remembered her being last night. He supposed it was a good thing the woman wasn’t so blasé about sex that the morning after was completely free of awkwardness.

“I heard you and Jasmine talking,” Elsa said, wrapping her hands around a cup of coffee. Aladdin couldn’t tell if she liked the feel of its warmth.

He blushed, despite the cold clime. “I’m sorry. We didn’t mean to… Jasmine and I, we can be kinda… plain-spoken.”

“I don’t mind the liberties you take,” Elsa said, before drinking. “Why should I? What you said was true. I did enjoy those things. I don’t know how I can command a kingdom and yet enjoy being suborned to another, but, royal blood or no—I did.”

“With all due respect, majesty: what does one have to do with the other? Except maybe what Jasmine said… that when you have to be in control all the time, it’s good to be free of all that responsibility and pressure… however you get free.” Aladdin smiled to herself and picked up a crispy piece of bacon to munch on. “I remember when Jasmine and I first met, she’d set aside all the jewelry, all the pretty clothes, to disguise herself as a simple street urchin like me, walking around with no one telling her what to do or who to be.”

Now it was Elsa’s turn to smile, picking up a sausage patty to assuage her own hunger. “There’s a great distance between a princess wearing rags and a queen enjoying… slavery.”

“Is there? It’s not for real, after all. You could stop it at any time you wanted to. Or do you think I could make Jasmine do something she truly didn’t want to do?”

“No… but I’m not sure if it’s as simple as knowing what I want to do. I’m a queen. I shouldn’t fantasize about being in Agrabah, being your slave. It feels like I’m betraying my people by wanting something other than this palace, this throne that most would kill for…”

Aladdin could only shrug. “I’m sure a woman of your intelligence must know there are much worse rulers out there—kings and queens who see their subjects as only playthings for their amusement. By solidifying this treatment, you’ll bring your people work, trade, and goods. Do you really think they’d begrudge you some private happiness?”

Elsa wiped her mouth with a napkin. “Jasmine told me she called you the Diamond in the Rough—I can see why she’d want you instead of a prince.”

Aladdin offered his hand. “Aladdin.”

Elsa took it with laughing primness. “Elsa—Queen of Arendelle. But I might be persuaded to abdicate… for an hour or two.”

“And how would you be persuaded?”

Elsa stood up, smiling like a banshee. “Just ask… not nicely.”

“Take the fucking coat off. Let me see your body.”

Elsa smirked a little tremulously as she reached for the clasp of her coat. Aladdin could see both how enthused she was at the pretense of being nothing more than a harem girl in his service—and how nervous she was at the prospect of indulging such a forbidden fantasy. It would be an interesting experience, he wagered. Commanding her obedience while at the same time only gingerly breaking her in, helping her experience the greatest possible pleasure while apparently only enjoying himself.

But Aladdin hadn’t gotten to be a Prince of Agrabah by not being fond of challenges. And as Elsa immediately proved, she was quite worth it.

Shedding the fur coat, she revealed herself to only be wearing the strands of cloth and icicle that made up her normal clothes, but this was so much less than he could ever imagine her wearing in the throne room. Even in the heat of Agrabah, no one wore so little. 

Ironically, Elsa had acted with a queen’s farseeing planning in preparing to play the part of a lowly wench. Even unsure if she wanted to go through with her submission to Aladdin, she had dressed herself accordingly, with high heels of ice making her already long, statuesque legs into impossible pillars of slenderness. Those legs were bare from supple calves to firm thighs, with only the trailing blue fabric of a loincloth protecting her pubis and buttocks from inspection. The cloth was so narrow that Aladdin was afforded a look at the curves of her inner thighs and the outermost roundness of her hips. Her breasts were similarly encased, two sections of gauzy ice covering them as a statue would be frosted in winter, its crystalline translucency giving Aladdin an enthralling, but maddeningly obscured look at her naked cleavage.

But it was the straps and rings that truly captured Aladdin’s attention. Just the sight of those instruments of domination made Aladdin’s manhood feel like a sheathed sword, bursting to be drawn. Brass rings went through the ice covering her breasts, while a collar encircled her neck with a thick leather strap hanging from it to run between her teats. Dressed as she was, Aladdin could imagine all kinds of ways to use her succulent body. 

Elsa presented herself shamelessly for Aladdin’s inspection, as she never had for any outside the trusted circle that Anna had built for her. She felt a keen sense of pride as his eyes darted over all of her physique, each portion of it meeting with swelling approval in his groin. Her breath caught in her throat as Aladdin wrapped his right hand around the dangling leather strap. He yanked down on it, making Elsa kneel before him. An almost sadistic smile spread over his face as Elsa gave in, yielding to the force he exerted on her, while her eyes looked up to him eager for more. 

“Dance for me,” Aladdin said, holding onto the very end of the leash. Elsa could break free with ease, even without using her powers—but she wanted more of his frank perusal of her.

Elsa pulled herself to the very edge of leeway he had allowed her, only scant few feet separating him from her—then, she began to dance, shimmying and undulating to demonstrate the total flexibility of her body, the tautness of her otherwise soft flesh, the driving lusts that animated her as much in the bedroom as in performing for him. Truthfully, she lacked both the experience and the ability of the bellydancers Aladdin had compared her to. But she more than made up for it with her natural grace, the display of her voluptuous body, and the sheer novelty of her regal, highborn form now working its way through the deliberate provocation of his lustful eye. 

She turned away from him, displaying that her long, sleek back needed no strap to hold her ‘bra’ in place, and letting him see the muscles healthily working as her hips swayed from side to side, the loincloth tantalizingly sweeping with the motion of her body. 

Then she turned again, in the same direction, drawing herself closer to him as the length of leash wrapped around her neck. She rolled her hips in an offering of sheer sex, showing him how eagerly she wished to impale herself on him even with his appendage only in evidence through the straining material of his trousers. Her breasts jiggled and heaved with the violent motions, and he was close enough to see through the ice that her nipples were sharply erect, so plump and tart-looking that Aladdin found his lips approximating their contours in his unconscious desire to mouth them. 

Elsa turned again, showing off her flank to him. With the loincloth only covering front and back, her side was totally bare, and her serpentine dancing displayed to him off-center glimpses of her blue-white pubic, her curvaceous ass, and the sides of her breasts. Aladdin couldn’t decide how he wanted her first; which offering of her body he wished to indulge in the most. Should he take her from the front, face to face, kissing ruddy warmth into those pale pink lips? Or from behind, holding her long braid of hair as a leash instead of the leather around her neck? No, from the side, one perfect leg hugged to his chest as he rode her sidesaddle, the way a queen should be mounted…

Of course, what really mattered was that it was his decision and his alone. Elsa didn’t care how he took her, just that he took her and took her like a man would his most prized possession: treasuring it while leaving no doubt it was his.

He crossed his legs, noting a pouting note of dismay as his erection was hidden inside his thighs. Before Elsa could feel too bad about it, he jerked on her collar. She was brought down against his raised knee, the obstacle keeping her so far from his pulling hand that the leash stayed taut, robbing her of breath, her ability to move. And while she strangled, he kissed her, moaning with the pleasure of her chilled lips. When he pulled away, he could see Elsa’s eyelids fluttering in arousal. She enjoyed the kiss even more knowing that he was taking pleasure while she was in pain. 

When Aladdin finally let go, Elsa’s hand flew to her neck. She pulled on the collar that had been suffocating her even as her tongue licked around the corners of her kiss-swollen lips. The queen had almost fainted from the lack of oxygen, but that didn’t matter. As Aladdin uncrossed his legs, she saw the engorged fullness of his member pushing out the front of his pants. She knew that it was her body that had made him throb so hard, and she loved that tiny yet meaningful amount of power—that she had made him need her even as a slave.

With one finger, Aladdin reached out and hooked the two rings hanging from the tips of her icy bra. He fisted his hand, the pressure painfully crushing Elsa’s breasts together. “I want you to freeze these rings together,” Aladdin said in a regal voice. While not rude or domineering, it was obviously not to be disobeyed. 

Elsa did, and Aladdin let go, leaving the rings locked together by ice. Looking at her cleavage, he could see the expanse between her breasts was now begging to be fucked. He was enthralled with the idea of pushing his cock between those fat teats, pleasing himself with her flesh while Elsa could only resign herself to being used. Sometimes, that was most pleasurable thing of all.

“Let’s get down to business,” Aladdin said curtly, pushing the breakfast table aside and pulling Elsa down across his lap. “Put your arms behind your back and be quick about it. I don’t like to be kept waiting.”

It hurt when her breasts smacked against his muscular thighs, but Elsa could hardly complain, smiling as she was. Instead, she did as she was told. When he told her to freeze together her wrists, her cunt throbbed even harder.

When she was bound, Aladdin tossed Elsa to the floor at his feet like she was no more than a piece of refuse. He wanted to wince when her arm accidentally hit against a leg of the table, but he didn’t let it show. They had to maintain the pretense that she was there solely for his pleasure.

“I know it’s hard, but see if you can close your legs,” Aladdin commanded, towering over Elsa like she was nothing more than a groveling bitch.

Elsa rolled over onto her back, lifting up her legs. Aladdin forced her ankles together, assuring himself they couldn’t get any closer, then ordered Elsa once more to bind herself. She did and he let go of her legs, laughing at the sight of the apparently totally helpless woman cowering on the ground. He didn’t doubt that she could dispel the ice that held her at any time, yet he still thrilled to see the two concealing discs biting into the naked flesh of her breasts, like the ice that formed on top of the lakes here.

Elsa could feel perspiration beading on her forehead, stinging her eyes as it dripped down her face. The rough material of the carpet irritated her bare skin, and she squirmed despite herself. It only made her look more inviting to Aladdin. He tore his fly down and his prick came out into the open. The sight of his swollen, throbbing erection, demanding her touch, was almost too much for Elsa and her hungry mouth. She had to wrap her lips around that cock; she had to taste his spurting cum as it washed down her throat.

Elsa would have enjoyed helping Aladdin out of his clothes, but she enjoyed being ‘helpless’ even more. Aladdin took off his own clothes, moving slowly now that Elsa had gotten a teasing look at his manhood. It made her impatience all the sweeter.

Now barefoot, Aladdin rolled over Else with a prodding of his toes. The look of abject humiliation on Elsa’s face made him even harder as he knelt over her. That put his cock almost right next to her mouth. Elsa could not pass it up.

“Please, I need it,” she begged, straining her neck closer to his member, almost able to taste the precum topping his glans. “Let me have that big cock… I want it so badly… fuck me, fuck my face.”

Aladdin held himself inches from Elsa’s pleading lips, allowing her to almost catch her prize, then drawing his cock just out of reach. He smiled as he saw tears of frustration shimmering in Elsa’s desperate eyes.

“Easy now, girl,” he said, casually putting his hand on her beautiful face and shoving her away. “Don’t be greedy.”

Aladdin’s push took Elsa by surprise. The physicality of it was thrilling as she was sent sprawling across the floor. Her cunt trembled as he reached over, grabbed hold of her icy brassiere, and pulled her up to kneel between his legs. He rested his burning cock on her bosom.

“Now suck,” Aladdin said, lifting his prick to her mouth. “But do it like a good girl.”

But, almost before Elsa could open her mouth, he shoved himself between her lips. It was what Elsa had wanted, but the suddenness of his actions shocked her. She struggled to take the engorged thickness of his shaft, her jaws paining her as his cock pushed deeper into her.

“You’re not sucking,” Aladdin chided, throwing his hips forward and jamming his knob down Elsa’s throat.

Elsa choked loudly, forcing herself to follow his orders with every ounce of will she had. She was gagging on his length, but she struggled mightily not to make any noise. She didn’t want it to bother Aladdin. Not when he was finally treating her right.

She took him deep into her throat, until she was almost at the base of his cock and her long tongue could come out to lick at his roiling balls. She could nearly taste the cum boiling inside his scrotum. Elsa ran her tongue all over the bulging contours of his testes, trying desperately to make him come. His semen was the only thing that could fill her more than his cock was.

Aladdin enjoyed Elsa’s explorations, but he was more interested in getting her saliva all over his manhood, lubricating it for a tight fuck between her heaving tits. He was determined to gratify himself with them; the idea was making his cock ache with need. 

“Is that really as wet as you can get my cock?” he asked her cuttingly, making him feel all the more dominant as Elsa leapt to carry out even the slightest hint of his orders.

The sound of her wetly lapping tongue filled Aladdin’s ears. His prick tingled from the glistening saliva she lathered onto it. He leaned back in his seat, enjoying the paradoxical warmth of Elsa’s cool tongue and lips rubbing friction into his member. The fact that Elsa had to stretch uncomfortably to get to the base of his prick just made it that much more fun for him playing the master and her playing the masochist.

“I guess that’s the best you can do,” Aladdin snapped, grabbing her and wrestling her down into the position he wanted her in. “Here. Let me show you how I want your body if you expect to get my cum.”

He handled like with no more care than a bag of potatoes, knowing it was the way she wanted to be treated. The more he twisted her around, the more he bruised her, the better she liked it. Finally, she was arranged under him, facing up to get a close look at his cruel face as he sneered down at her. With one hand, he covered her face, wrenching it to the side and grinding one cheek against the harsh carpet. It wasn’t only humiliating, it was painful.

With his other hand, Aladdin guided his cock between her trapped breasts, then began fucking his raging shaft through the crushing pressure of her cleavage. Elsa was glad she had so thoroughly bathed Aladdin’s prick in her saliva. If his member were any less slippery, it would have burned the skin off her cleavage, he was rutting into her breasts so fast.

Aladdin was truly enjoying himself. Elsa’s breasts were even better than they looked. His cock hadn’t ever been treated to a fit so tight and yet so soft. And both her palpable discomfort and the enjoyment she was taking in submitting to him were making his cum boil in his balls. Aladdin could see the excitement in her face, eclipsing even the pleasure he had seen when both Jasmine and he had been satisfying her. She was used to being worshipped like a queen, so much so that what truly excited her was being treated like a whore.

“I see you’re enjoying yourself, you slut,” Aladdin growled, lost in the mounting pressure of his orgasm. “You really like being my slave, don’t you? You’re worse than a whore—even whores just do it to get paid. You’re nothing more than a horny cunt.”

Elsa loved the filthy names Aladdin spat at her, loved that her degradation had reached a point where she could close her eyes and believe it, forget the queen and become the whore, the slut, the cunt.

Seeing Elsa moaning in abject slavery to his pleasure, it became impossible for Aladdin to hold back his raging arousal. He shoved his cock to the hilt in the tightness of Elsa’s breasts and his cockhead burst in front of her gorgeous face, his hips shaking as he felt his cum exploding out of him with a need to cover all of Elsa’s beautiful features.

“Cunt!” he shouted. “You dirty, cum-guzzling cunt!”

As he called her that, his voice dripping with disdain like he was truly disgusted by how thoroughly she had disgraced herself with her sexual need, Elsa felt herself come. Some alchemy in her body, even more powerful than her magic, blended the pain and humiliation and submission she’d felt and turned it into raw pleasure. She felt a raw, wet, almost hurting slickness filling her cunt and parting her labia; her eyes rolled back in her head as she realized she was squirting as surely as the river flowed in a spring thaw.

“Suck, suck, suck!” Aladdin demanded, his raging voice hoarse now, barely a whisper. “Damn you, you little cocksucker—take it!”

Part of the reason for Elsa’s ecstasy was that his load of cum was the thickest and hottest that she’d ever had. It felt like he’d never stop coming! Massive streams of jism filled her open mouth and blasted across her face. Soon twin pools of steaming cum ran over either side of her clavicle, and down the sides of her neck to puddle behind her head and clog up her hair.

When his hips had thrust out every last ounce of energy in them and his cock was ever so slightly softer than the stony hardness it’d had before, Aladdin pulled it from between Elsa’s breasts, letting it hang in front of her face. She studied the glistening wetness she’d left behind from taking it into her throat, then twisted her head and returned the spent erection to her mouth. Loving the taste of his sweet seed, she sucked the last precious drops from his deflating shaft.

She was only sorry that she hadn’t taken the full contents of Aladdin’s balls in her mouth. His hearty semen was just what her hungry body had been looking for. She would’ve loved to find out if even her needful appetite would have been able to stomach every last drop. She thought she could’ve taken all of it.

At least she was able to enjoy the warm feeling of Aladdin’s cum running down the contours of her freshly fucked breasts like candle wax in the middle of an inferno. And Elsa knew he had much more to give her. She might’ve been a queen, but she was also the cum-hungry cocksucker he had called her—and both sides of her were going to get their fill.