Frozen Friends update

Jasmine’s hand was shaking as she poured the tea—a very different blend from what she would find in Agrabah, but warm and filling all the same. Holding the warm cup in her hands reminded her of how cold Arendelle’s early morning was, and it was an effort to sip unhurriedly and not burn her tongue. Soon, the tea circulated through her body, bringing a welcome and lingering warmth to her frigid body. Even between her legs.

She blushed guiltily, reminded of how she had spied upon Elsa and Kristoff. She just didn’t know why she’d done such a thing. It was disgraceful. She blushed even deeper as she remembered what she had done while she was peeking. 

A strong gush of wind blew, summoned by her thoughts, howling against the castle, a tendril of it making its way through the stout stone and seemingly to blow directly on her clit as if she wasn’t wearing a robe at all. She trembled violently—she’d been thinking of how Elsa’s asshole had been stretched taut around Kristoff’s thick cock. The cold air on her throbbing clitoris was almost painful, but pleasurably bracing as well. She wondered if that could be anything like what Elsa had felt; she’d seemed to enjoy herself so much.

Jasmine curled her fingers into knots—she was desperately tempted to touch herself right there at the shuddered window of her room. She tried to think of something else, but her mind refused to let go of the image of Elsa and that wild, animalistic Kristoff. It worried at remembrances of their coupling like a dog would gnaw a bone. She thought of Aladdin, of Anna, and her hand had just touched her quivering sex when there was a knock at the door.

She pulled her robe tightly around her body, breathing deeply, and taking another sip of warming tea to try and banish the shivers that now seemed to have free rein over her body. Then she opened the door. 

“Your highness,” Elsa said in greeting, her quirked lips giving an irreverent twist to her respectful words.

“Your highness,” Jasmine replied in kind, trying to be friendly, but remembering all too well just how ‘familiar’ she was with this woman. 

“Something smells good,” Elsa said, leaning a bit insouciantly against the door. Obviously, she considered them familiar to each other as well. “Finding our tea to our liking?”

“Yes. Very much so.” An image of Elsa’s womanly buttocks quivering vividly around Kristoff’s manhood was suddenly in Jasmine’s mind’s eye.

“Mind if I drink with you? It’s rare I find myself with company so… elegant.”

Jasmine didn’t feel very elegant at the moment, her face flushed, sweat beginning to fill her pores. “Yes. But of course. It’s right there in the kettle. Help yourself to as much as you want…” She was aware she was babbling, but unable to stop. “How cold it is here—I mean, of course it’s cold here, but how cold it is! Frost on the ground! In summer!”

“We have our cold spells,” Elsa said, pulling out a seat at Jasmine’s table and pouring herself a cup of tea. “Somehow I don’t think the weather is what has you so jumpy this morning, though.”

“Jumpy? Who’s jumpy? I feel perfectly calm! Perhaps you’re just overly relaxed!”

Elsa sipped her tea, letting Jasmine realize just how much she’d given herself away. And, slowly, surely, Jasmine’s face went bright red.

“Why don’t you tell me all about it?” Elsa asked soothingly, leaning back relaxed in her chair. “I’m sure it can’t be too troublesome. And who would understand your problems better than royalty?”

Jasmine looked at her, hesitant, trying to find the proper thing to say. She only realized she’d given up on that when she found herself blurting out what’d happened. “I thought you would be like Anna, but instead you were so forceful, a queen instead of a princess, and I just did what you wanted and I’ve only ever been that way with Aladdin, and he’s never been the most masterful lover in the first place, not that he isn’t wonderful of course, he is, but he hates being rough with me and I didn’t think I’d like it either and yet when Kristoff was rough with you, when he brutalized you, I loved it!”

She trailed off into silence with the admission, standing there until her legs went out and she was barely able to sit down at the table across from Elsa without spilling onto the floor. She looked down at the grain of the wooden table and blushed until it seemed a wonder the light of it wasn’t cast on Jasmine like the orange glow from a lit torch.

Even for Elsa, a moment was necessary for all that to be soaked up. The full impact of Jasmine’s words arrived after what seemed like a very long interval for the princess of Agrabah, and then Elsa burst into laughter very much like her sister’s.

“Oh my!” she gasped, trying with a petite hand to her lips to quell her giggling. “All this because you caught Kristoff and I enjoying ourselves! You are like my sister. So very innocent despite everything!”

She laughed once more, even with her hand clapped over her mouth, imagining the refined, dignified Jasmine with her eyes wide and her mouth hanging open as she stared at her taking it up the ass.

Finally stopping, Elsa wiped her eyes of tears. Then she reached out and patted Jasmine’s hand. Jasmine heaved a sigh of relief. Even if it was a little embarrassing, she preferred Elsa think it was funny than be offended. 

“You certainly are a puzzle,” Elsa said. “So refined, so regal, and yet so sensual. It’s rare I can find someone who I feel I can… suborn myself to, in a way, like I would like to with you. And here you are. Overwhelmed.”

“I wasn’t overwhelmed,” Jasmine sputtered. “Not exactly. It was just… a lot to take in.”

“Imagine how I felt!” Elsa howled. She restrained her laughter again. “No, no… it’s my fault. I can get carried away. Kristoff, Anna, they’re very permissive about me going off on a sort of tangent like that, in fact they enjoy it. But I imagine for you… no matter how close you are with Anna… you’re not her and I shouldn’t treat you as if you’re my sister.”

“It wasn’t as if I hated it,” Jasmine put in. “It was just… a surprise. A pleasant one, but I’m not used to surprises. In Agrabah, the palace, everything is so well-ordered, so expected… I thought I didn’t want a life so controlled and well-manicured, but then when adventure presents itself, I’m not as ready for it as I would’ve thought.”

“You seemed quite ready to me,” Elsa said. “But if you’d like a more gentle lover, more along the lines of my sister, I’m sure I can play the role.”

“No, Anna is… one of a kind. I don’t think a ruler as rightly proud as you could play such a servile role.”

“It depends on who commands me,” Elsa said. “With Kristoff, I’m simply overwhelmed at times. Would it be so different for a woman as… womanly as you?”

They shared a smile, then Jasmine turned suddenly serious. “I’ve been meaning to ask you about that, if you’re amenable.” She was timid enough that she had to summon her resolve not to let her voice break. This was indeed the domineering lover that Anna had spoken of bending the knee to. “Does… does it hurt when Kristoff is there? I mean, when he puts it in that place?”

“You mean when he slams his cock in my ass?” Elsa asked, entranced by Jasmine’s loveliness as she flushed and played the coquette.

Jasmine nodded. In the face of such elegance, she couldn’t make herself speak so crudely, yet the very crudity Elsa espoused made the beautiful queen all the more lovely. The prettiness of a vestal virgin and the coarse experience of the most rugged palace guard…

Elsa took pity on her, somewhat ashamed of herself for speaking so offensively to a woman of such manners. “It was very strange the first time. I was somewhat scared, and I couldn’t relax and let him in. He had to use melted butter to get me all slippery, then his fingers to make me loose, and finally it went in—quite a bit easier than the first time we attempted it. It hurt at first, but he was very careful in the way he went about it.”

“Kristoff?” Jasmine asked, halfway disbelieving that such a brute of a man could be as delicate with Elsa as the woman implied.

“Yes. As I said, it hurt at first, but then he made it hurt so little that it just had to feel good. And when you come that way, it’s just fantastic. It was like my whole body was climaxing, not just my sex.” Elsa’s eyes lit up. “Have you tried it with Aladdin? If you haven’t, I could send you some butter. You may just love it. Your prince surely will. Kristoff says my ass is much tighter than my pussy. Hotter, too. It’s his favorite place to put it. I just have to mention it and he gets…” she chuckled happily, “so hot.”

Jasmine bit her lip. “It’s hardly the same thing. Kristoff and Aladdin. Didn’t Anna tell you about him?”

“Yes, and I’m very eager to meet him myself. But what’s wrong with Kristoff? Didn’t watching me with him… pique your interest, so to speak?”

Jasmine flushed once more, but she was no longer so embarrassed as she’d once been… not with Elsa talking so sweetly, so soothingly, to her. She and Anna really were two sides of the same coin. “Y-yes.”

Elsa folded her hands under her chin. “And how much did you enjoy it, may I ask?”

“Elsa!”

“What? You’re my guest. I’m merely inquiring as to how much you enjoyed the entertainment I provide as hostess.”

Jasmine chuckled. She couldn’t very well mind telling Elsa about it now that she’d put it like that. “I played with myself. As you very well know.”

“And did you come?”

Jasmine sighed. “It doesn’t feel like I did.”

“Yes, you left in an awful hurry. Maybe unfulfilled, perhaps?”

“I think you got all the fulfillment that night.”

“Don’t sell me short. Kristoff was quite satisfied as well. You’re the only one who’s still horny. As a good host, I should do something about that.”

“I might let you,” Jasmine sighed. “After I came back here, I kept thinking about you and Kristoff. I couldn’t get it out of my mind. I still can’t. I was all ready to… then you knocked on the door.” Jasmine smiled. “Not that I don’t enjoy your company.”

“Though maybe you’d enjoyed it more if I were fucking Kristoff again?”

Jasmine blushed. “Don’t sell yourself short. You’re more than enough for me.”

“Well then, let me be more than enough right now.” Elsa set down her tea cup and stood. “Come over to my room. It started there. It should finish there.”

Jasmine bit her lip. Her legs were trembling under the table as if she’d just felt another thrillingly cool breeze upon her private parts, but it was only Elsa’s words that had touched her. She was almost reluctant—who knew what a woman that enjoyed Kristoff’s ministrations would consider fun?—but her lust was determined. She could feel her pussy twitching, growing wet, her clit demanding relief with throbbing repetition. And Elsa was clearly eager to be of assistance.

“Come on,” Elsa urged, taking Jasmine’s hand and tugging her away from her seated position. “I owe you for awakening these desires of yours in the first place.”

Jasmine got up shakily and went with Elsa, hand in hand. Her mind was whirling, her whole body throbbing from her pussy out to her fingertips. What could she do but try again, even at the sport that had so embarrassed her last night? Elsa was so understanding, and she had to do something.

Elsa led her to the royal apartments, then straight to the bedroom. “Take off your robe,” she urged gently. “I won’t be long.”

***

In the other room, Elsa undressed. When it came to sex, she almost always took off all her clothes, even if she was just giving head. The royal seamstresses put such effort into her dresses that she didn’t want to risk them getting stained; even if she sometimes forgot in her… excitement. She swallowed, of course, but Kristoff usually came in such abundance that Elsa was often unable to swallow it all fast enough. His cum could easily flood her mouth and run down her chin and soil her dress.

She was also very enthusiastic herself, and when she was determined to finish a man off as she often became, she would be bobbing up and down and accidentally overshoot the tip. If her lips slipped off his cockhead just when Kristoff had reached the limit of his endurance, she was liable to be absolutely covered in his seed, her dress soaked. As eager as Elsa could be, she felt honor bound as queen to take some precautions rather than wanly wasting her people’s workmanship. 

***

Jasmine gasped when Elsa came out of the changing room. She should have expected Elsa to be nude, but somehow she hadn’t even imagined it. Elsa truly did look like Anna’s sister—the same lush hair, the same shape, though wider in the hips and larger in the bust than Anna—the same impish look in her eyes, the same catlike eyes as Anna, their blue just a little frostier.

Elsa looked at her and the expression on Jasmine’s face must’ve amused her, because she started having a giggling fit all over again. “Don’t you look like a poor little lamb on the way to somewhere she’d rather not be?” Elsa settled onto a comforting, but amused, grin. “Come now, Jasmine—don’t be all prim and proper after all Anna told me of your many adventures. We’re just going to have fun. And I’m going to show you where Anna learned all about how to take care of that sweet pussy of yours.”

Jasmine nodded. She managed to smile at Elsa. It was like going to bed with Anna all over again, only for the very first time once more—this wasn’t Anna, this was Elsa, the same, but different.

She opened the belt on her robe, shrugged out of her sleeves. Then she slipped out of her nightgown. Her body must’ve met with Elsa’s approval; the woman was staring, licking her hips, her tits heaving as she took deep breaths. And Jasmine could hardly withhold her approval of that.

“You’re so beautiful, Elsa,” she gulped. “Especially without any clothes on. I suppose… I can understand how rough Kristoff can be… after looking at you like that…”

Elsa smiled. “Coming from you, there’s certainly saying something. And Anna tells me you wore not even as much as a nightie in your own palace. It’s a wonder she stopped ravishing you long enough for you to come here.” She reached out and touched Jasmine’s erect nipple. “But I’m glad she did. Now you’re all mine.”

Jasmine bit her lip—it was amazing how one could relax with their heat racing. “Do you like them?”

“Yes,” Elsa said, watching her face closely.

“Would you suck them for me? It feels so good when Anna sucks them…”

Elsa lowered her head to Jasmine’s full breasts, taking one nipple into her mouth and sucking it with a slow, languid pull. Jasmine’s head drifted back as Elsa sucked harder and harder, until it jolted back all the way and she gasped deliciously. Elsa’s mouth was hotter and wetter than Anna’s had ever been, or at least so it felt in the throes of passion. She arched her back to get more of her heaving teat to Elsa’s amazing lips: “Oooooh!”

Elsa closed her lips around Jasmine’s nipple, gently skimming them from the areola to off the tip. She was surprised by how firm and plump her mouth had left the little nubbin of flesh, in the half-second that she looked at it before mouthing as much of Jasmine’s satin-smooth breast as she could get.

Jasmine moaned once more, the feeling in her tit rippling through the rest of her body. It was wonderful; she couldn’t wait to have Aladdin suckling at her breasts, to compare the two incredible sensations. If only he were here and sucking at one nipple just as Elsa…

“Elsa! Do the other one!” she pleaded. “Pleeease, I need you there too!”

Elsa’s sudden smile let Jasmine’s nipple pop free of her grip. She kissed Jasmine’s other breast on the nipple, slowly working her puckered lips over the swelling firmness of the nipple, then sucking and licking until Jasmine was trembling with ecstasy. Her hand closed on the saliva-slick tip of the breast she’s abandoned, massaging it, keeping alive the memory of how good it had felt when she’d devoured it. 

For Jasmine, it was almost as if two Elsas were sucking at her at once. She would have been overjoyed if Elsa kissed and sucked her teats this way all morning, but it seemed like Elsa kept the nipple in her mouth for barely half as long as she’d done the first one before her mouth was moving downward, 

Jasmine moaned in an audible version of the shudder that went through her. Elsa’s lips trailed down her stomach, as soft as a rose petal being drawn over her skin, stopping only occasionally to kiss at the contours of her sweetly rounded belly. When she did, she kissed hard enough for Jasmine to feel the teeth nipping underneath those warm, warm lips. 

They went down even further, to the very edge of her pubic hair and the tender sensitivity of an area rarely touched and rarely seen. Jasmine felt her silky hairs being brushed aside by Elsa’s lips. Then she let Elsa open her tightly clamped thighs, hating losing the solitary comfort of pressing her legs together, but loving the icy touch that spread apart her cuntlips. 

“Oh, Elsa! Yessss…” She had no idea how Elsa could be so warm and cool almost at the same time.

Elsa’s fingers were so busy now, moving so fast, spreading Jasmine’s burning pussy to leave her trembling clit totally exposed. Jasmine felt Elsa’s breath on her clitoris, surprisingly warm, and she squealed.

“Now, yes, do it, lick me, suck me, my pussy needs it! Please, please!” 

“You don’t want me to be gentle?” Elsa asked, darkly amused.

All Jasmine could think about was Elsa’s lips and tongue and how they’d feel on her hot clit. “You’ve been gentle! Please lick my pussy! Please suck my clit! Please!”

Elsa didn’t need any more urging; she wasn’t sure she could take anymore. Her lips drew tight around Jasmine’s little button, sweeping it up in her mouth like she had Jasmine’s nipples, and she rolled it over her lips with ginger nudges of her tongue, still careful not to overwhelm the princess.

She needn’t have bothered. Jasmine cried out hoarsely. She felt like her clit had become a hot poker, its heat shudders of joy stirred throughout her body like dying embers prodded into life. The fire flared and her juices gushed from her to soak Elsa’s face. Jasmine’s own contorted into an expression of almost pained intensity. She pulled at Elsa’s hair, driving her into her steaming pussy and holding her there desperately.

Elsa could’ve laughed. It seemed all she’d accomplished by being gentle with Jasmine was to tantalize her into wanting sex even more fiercely. However, she had no time to laugh, being too busy sucking and licking at the sweetness of Jasmine’s wet cunt. It was even more delicious than Anne had said it would be. She felt Jasmine’s creamy satisfaction flooding out against her face, and she lapped it up as if she were dying of thirst. So tasty, and so warm. Even warmer than Anna, born in defiance of the ice and snow, while Jasmine had been born of sand and sun, taking that heat with her even here. And even hotter now that Elsa had given her what she wanted and what she thought she wanted. Now all she had to do was give Jasmine a few more gushing orgasms; there was no sense in leaving her body with any of these delicious juices when they were Elsa’s for the taking.

As Jasmine quivered in abject sensitivity, Elsa tried to resist the urge to lick as furiously as she wished to. Instead, she kissed lovingly at the saturated skin along, over, and beneath Jasmine’s slit, even down to the slopes of her pert buttocks, massaging her through the bitter sting that sex could become after she’d come so hard. Then, with a deep sigh and a lustful rigidness going through Jasmine’s body, Elsa knew the princess was ready again. She licked harder; Jasmine’s whole body was shaking. Her pussy was trembling hotly. Nestled in Elsa’s white hair, her slender fingers pushed Elsa needfully to her sex. It was spasming wildly. 

“Yesyesyesyesyes,” Jasmine was panting, the words beating a tattoo under her breath before she tried to vocalize something more useful. “Eat me again—yesyesyes—set me off!”

Elsa’s teeth closed along Jasmine’s erect clit, scraping from the base to the tip before meeting, not biting Jasmine’s flesh, but giving her a sharp thrill with every bit of pressure she almost exerted.

“YESYESYES! Do it just a little harder, yes, just a bit more, yes, yes, almost ready, please, yes, make me come!” Jasmine moaned in defiance of her fevered panting. Her hips flew upward, her arm muscles bulging as she forced Elsa deeper between her thighs, as if that were possible. Her legs opened wider, as if shaken apart by the quake going through her body, but through it all, her heels dug into the mattress and she managed to hold herself up like a tightly strung bow. Almost, she was right at the edge, just a little more, just one more stroke of Elsa’s tongue or gnashing of her teeth…

“AAAAAAAAAAAH!”

Jasmine’s cry of release echoed through the room as she came in a sudden explosion. Her pussy throbbed with ejaculation after ejaculation, not just covering Elsa’s face, but the queen’s breasts and belly as well. Jasmine didn’t notice; her head was tossing wildly on the pillow, her hands holding Jasmine within her tightening thighs as if she were trying to drown her there. It the longest, sweetest, hardest orgasm Elsa had ever seen, the kind Anna had with Kristoff, the kind she had thought she would only have in dreams.

“Oh, you sweet, sweet… lovely woman,” Jasmine gasped breathlessly when she was completely drained, feeling like she was at the end of a long day instead of the beginning. “I never thought it would be like that. Oooh… if I’d known it would be like this, I never would’ve let Kristoff have you! I’d’ve thrown him off you and mounted you myself!”

Elsa smiled, with Jasmine’s cream all up and down her grin. “Well, what did you think it would be like?”

“Despite everything Anna told me… I sort of thought you’d be frigid.”

A moment passed, then they both burst out laughing. 

“If I’m the frigid one,” Elsa said menacingly, starting to slip two fingers into Jasmine’s wet sex, “then surely you should have no problem coming again.”

“Oh, fuck, yes!” Jasmine gasped, thrusting her hips up to Elsa’s fingers. She was shocked to find that, so soon after the multiple gushing orgasms Elsa had inflicted on her, she was once more lustfully aroused, but Elsa’s fingers knew just where to go, and her pussy seemed to know just what to do despite its aching sensitivity.

Well, wasn’t that how you were supposed to treat aches and pains? Putting some ice on them?