Frozen Friends update

Kristoff dully relinquished the thermometer and Elsa checked it. Still sick. His fever had broken, but he still needed to cool down.

Elsa looked him over. Lounging in bed, stripped to his sweat and resting under only a light sheet. He looked as miserable as she felt, both of them missing Anna. Even the prospect of receiving a new visitor couldn’t do much to raise Elsa’s spirits. What did the books call it? The long dark night of the soul? That was what it felt like. Without even Kristoff to play cheerleader, Elsa felt as lonely as she ever had.

Sighing, she pulled back the sheets and climbed into bed with Kristoff, bringing her chilly flesh against his overwarm body. Its feverish heat was actually a little pleasing. She ran her hands over his well-muscled body, the sweat freezing to frost under her touch. It melted again, but her hands just roved ceaselessly up and down him, enjoying the touch of his skin and the firmness of his muscle, until he stirred and turned over.

“Something wrong?” Kristoff grunted, half asleep, as he’d been when she’d taken his temperature in the first place. He hadn’t even noticed her taking off her clothes.

“Just relax, Kristoff. Go back to sleep.”

She turned over and faced away from him, feeling slightly guilty for perusing her sister’s husband, as if they were children again and she were playing with one of Anna’s toys without permission. She did not, however, move away from Kristoff, but left their bodies pressed together. She snuggled down against her pillow, enjoying the feel of his hairy body, with all its interesting texture, on her soft skin which had been fed a diet of satin sheets and silk clothes.

His hand fell heavily over her waist. Elsa tensed for a moment, then relaxed. Kristoff had just turned over in his sleep. He saw her as no more than the cool side of the pillow at the moment.

Then she wiggled her ass against Kristoff’s groin. The big man stirred and mumbled in his sleep. She felt his prick begin to rise.

It was a purely autonomous reaction on Kristoff’s part. He could’ve been thinking of Anna. He could even have been having a wet dream. Elsa didn’t think he found her particularly attractive—not when he was married to Anna. Not when he’d had all manner of royal guests entertained with his manhood. But if he was thinking of her—it would be amusingly ironic, wouldn’t it? And a little arousing. Rubbing his cock against her in reality while impaling her with it in his dream.

Shivering in delicious arousal, Elsa moved her ass in a slow circle. It was so small that Kristoff’s massive cock could slap against all of it, and Elsa enjoyed the sluggish weight of it shifting around underneath her bottom. His cock thickened further and further. She reached down between her legs and gripped the weighty shaft. Pulling it up to her sex, Elsa hesitated a second. But she knew that Anna would want her to, and that getting Kristoff’s blood flowing would be good for his illness.

She pulled harder at his member and got it firmly lodged against her labia. Its heat was wonderful, like she’d taken a sip of hot cocoa. It warmed her from the slickness of her sex to her now smiling lips.

And nature took its course.

“Mmmm, Elsa,” Kristoff moaned out in his sleep. “Need to warm you up…” His hips shoved forward, sending him surging into her sex.

Elsa gasped. The feelings now inside her cunt were so different from what she usually felt. An icicle dildo was no substitute for a nice, warm dick. Just having it inside her, she was excited, she was aroused, she was ready.

Kristoff didn’t keep her waiting. He fucked into her with the rhythmic power of a steam engine getting underway. His hand reached around and gripped a pert breast. As soon as he had, Elsa put both her slim hands on top of his meaty one to make sure it didn’t leave its post. His firm, masculine grip was enough to thrill her, but the feel of his cock slipping in and out of her sex was sheer bliss. 

Elsa hunched back and ground her ass into his crotch, trying for more and more of that wondrous hardness inside her body. After that, she had to bit at her lower lip to keep from shouting out in ecstasy. She hadn’t been so turned on since Anna had left. There was something to the idea that Kristoff wasn’t possessing her, even as he fucked her, that he was only having a dream and she was helping him act out its erotic demands. 

They moved with heaving smoothness now, that steam engine gliding down the track, his prick running all the way into her pussy. Elsa reached down and rubbed at herself, sweeping her hand over the underside of Kristoff’s prick as it entered her, as it pushed out the skin of her lower belly to be tauter and more tender than ever. 

The weirdest part of all was how gentle it all was, how smooth. She would’ve thought that an all-out fuck would’ve felt better; she’d seen Anna and Kristoff enjoy it enough times. But there was something to her passions mounting slowly, fed by the deliberate pace of Kristoff’s manhood fucking in and out of her. He was treating her like… like Anna.

“Tight as your sister,” muttered Kristoff. “God… wonder why I can’t resist you… can’t even resist each other…”

His hand tightened on her breast, branding the warmth of his fingers into it, and Elsa cried out without caring if she woke him. She didn’t. He kept up the same pace as before, hotter than ever.

Elsa was trembling like a snowflake in a blizzard. Kristoff’s measured pace teased her. It practically insulted her. She felt the need of her body mount higher and higher, with less and less satisfaction from Kristoff’s maddening slowness. And only when she felt like she was going to explode from unfulfilled desire did Kristoff start to speed up.

“Warm like Anna too,” he moaned in his sleep. “Once ya go… deep enough…”

The steam engine was going downhill now. The tempo picked up until he was practically ramming in and out of Elsa. And she was ready for it. She wanted it. She needed the hard, punishing strokes that carried him deeper and deeper into her cunt, made her yield more and more.

Her buttocks mashed flat against his muscular loins. She rubbed harder at her clit, as if she were punishing it for how hard it had become at the end of his thrusts. And when Kristoff erupted, she came with him. She was pulled along like a train car behind an engine, thrown off the track as it derailed. 

Kristoff murmured something that Elsa couldn’t hear, her blood was pounding too powerfully in her ears. His manhood slipped limply from her clutching sex. She sighed, realizing that it was over.

Elsa sat up in bed, surprised at herself. She was sorry it was over. She wished he’d just keep going and going… that the dream would never end.

“Oh. Morning, Elsa. Anything wrong?” She hadn’t realized Kristoff had woken up.

“No, everything’s good,” Elsa said. “It’s so good.”

“Good,” Kristoff replied sleepily, lying back against his pillow. “I just had the nicest dream. It’d be great if I could get back to it.”

His arm circled her body, his hand pressing firmly against her heart. Elsa reveled in the contact as a contented sleep beckoned to her. 

But his cock, firming up once more between her buttocks, beckoned her even more.

“I’m all sweaty,” Elsa said, a sudden attack of nerves making her ears burn so hotly she thought they might turn red. “My tits are sweaty… slippery… would you like to put your hard cock between them and… and fuck them?”

Kristoff’s arm came off from around her body. “Did you just ask me if I wanted to fuck your… that is, if I wanted to…”

Elsa’s throat had narrowed to the width of a pin, so when her voice came out, she could only imagine that it’d been squeezed out of her. “Fuck my tits.” She felt a throb go through his manhood. It certainly wasn’t getting any softer. And as it grew, so did her confidence. “With your big, fat cock. Until you come all over me and my tits.”

“You, uh… you really say tits a lot.”

“Is that a yes?” Elsa insisted.

“God, it does run in the family.”

***

Anna closed her eyes and just felt the wind on her face. With the smooth passage of the flying carpet underneath her, ably riding the air currents, it was hard to believe she was traveling at incredible speeds, high above the ground. In fact, she was higher than some of Arendelle’s peaks at the moment. 

With Jasmine having set off to Arendelle to finalize the negotiations—and meet with Elsa and Kristoff as Anna had met with Aladdin and Jasmine—it now fell to Aladdin to entertain her. And it was hard to think of anything more entertaining, or frightening, than a magic carpet ride around Agrabah. 

“Ready to go higher?” Aladdin asked her, his eyes gleaming.

Though speechless, Anna managed a tight, grinning nod.

“Up, carpet!” Aladdin commanded, and they went still further, going through a chilling rush of icy winds and into the cotton candy wisps of a cloud. 

They stopped just above it, and Anna marveled at how she could just dip a hand over the side and come up with cloud stuff. The vapor seemed to snuggle in her hand like an inquisitive kitten before slipping through her fingers and returning to the cloud in disarray.

“It’s so beautiful up here,” Anna said, looking still higher to see more clouds closing off the sun. It was like they were in the middle of some cool, gentle lagoon, floating around these… icebergs of cloud stuff. “I would spend all my time up here if I could!”

“Well, me and Jasmine nearly do. It’s good for carpet to stretch his, uh, fibers.”

“I’m sorry if I made you miss her. I know how hard it is to have to be away from the person you love.”

“It’s not so bad,” Aladdin said, leaning back, his vest falling back from his chest and stomach to puddle against his biceps. Anna could see the sparse hair that traipsed up his slender abs, only darkening as it just began to enter his waistband. Through the white material of his pants, she could almost see the further darkness of the wiry hair that led to his groin—though since his trousers weren’t really that translucent, perhaps it was just her imagination.

But why would she be imagining it at all?

“It’s like… taking a magic carpet ride,” Aladdin continued. “I can’t do it all the time. If I did, I’d get bored of it. So, even though I try to enjoy it as much as I can, I try to do as much new things as I do old favorites. Even if the new things are bad, at least I can appreciate what I already have.”

“Do you already have me?” Anna asked.

“I wouldn’t go that far,” Aladdin smiled at her. “I’d be presuming too much.”

“Then maybe you should try me.”

She unlaced her tight-fitting travel dress, letting it fall down her body with a little help from her scouring hands. Her full breasts fell free, the nipples taut with her need for him.

Aladdin’s mouth fell open. With Jasmine gone, he’d had no female attention in several days. Just being around Anna, with her perky exuberance and willing attitude toward any sexual act whatsoever, half-aroused him like fire would work sand into glass. But now the sight of her naked body make his prick instantly stiffen. 

He sat there, immobilized by his own appreciation of her beauty, as Anna padded across the carpet on all fours to kneel in front of him. She unfastened his pants and belt, then drew his trousers quickly down his thighs. Her wet mouth was on his manhood like a serpent striking. With a groan, Aladdin arched his back so as to feed himself into her demanding mouth.

“This carpet has to be lucky as well as magic,” Aladdin groaned. “Women can’t keep their clothes on when they ride it.”

“Well,” Anna said between slurps, “who needs them?”

And with a last kiss at his cockhead, she kicked her clothes off the carpet. They disappeared into the cloudbank underneath them with nary a sound.

She looked up at him, smiling cattishly. “I may be new, but I have a feeling what I’m doing is an old favorite.”

“Yes,” Aladdin agreed, “only Jasmine didn’t talk. She sucked.”

“Jasmine wanted your cum,” Anna replied. “I want all of you.”

Aladdin reached for Anna, his hand slipping into her reddened tresses as if seeking out the white lock that stood out like the last patch of snow to melt in spring. He drew her to him. Their lips met briefly before breaking apart—closing in but not quite closing. His hands now on her back, he drew her closer, grasping her lower lip between her teeth and sucking on it so hard it was almost painful. When he let go of it, Anna’s lip was plump and swollen, and felt oversensitive to the heat coming off his rapid breaths.

“You can have all of me,” Aladdin murmured, running a lapping tongue daringly over her lips, making Anna coo softly as her stinging lower lip was teased. “All that you can handle.”

Anna felt a tingling shock run through her at his offer. She’d had sex with him before, but never in such intimate loneliness, without the transgressive daring of having Jasmine or others around. Being alone with Aladdin, making love to him, felt taboo in a way she couldn’t quite explain. But she leaned into it, knowing the strangely forbidden feel of this coupling would only make it more intense. Her darting tongue went beyond his lips, searching his mouth and caressing, always caressing.

Evidently Aladdin judged her ready for more, because he pressed himself to her, his heft, the firmness of his muscular body, seemingly the sheer passion burning inside him pushing into Anna as he carried them both back against the carpet. His mouth crushed against hers hardest of all. Anna lay back against the carpet obediently, reaching out to either side to grip its edges—briefly noting the fringe tickling her palms—her legs were spread.

“Please, Aladdin,” she whispered softly, eyes closed so that her lashes shadowed her cheeks. “Give it to me…”

“Yes, yes,” he managed to say. He ran his hands over her body, once more teasing out the white streak in her hair, pulling curls of it down to her throbbing breasts, then leaving her hair with stinging pulls on its ends as his hands ran down her belly, to the soft folds of her sex.

Anna moaned, her body seeming to only exist at the end of his caresses. Her creamy skin was a fire of passion for him to stoke. God, she wanted him. Her body cried out to be loved by him, to feel his bronze skin all over her pale flesh, to be scorched by his sun-kissed skin until the wintry core of her had been melted. 

“Yes,” she whimpered, “yes, touch me there. Yes, Aladdin, there!”

She moaned once more, louder, helplessly caught up in the warmth of his body rubbing against hers. She sensed the melting damp between her open thighs, the burning heat of his flesh where it laid between her legs. Aladdin ran the tip of his tongue around the curve of her ear and plunged it into the sensitive interior. She was burning now, she felt like red-hot embers, but he kept pouring lamp oil on her so she couldn’t go out, she couldn’t! She couldn’t keep burning this way or she would go mad!

“Ohhhhh!” Anna cried. “I want you inside me! Now, Aladdin, now!” She twisted his hair, pulling him violently over her. “Fuck me!”

The sheer obscenity of this sweet, innocent foreigner, swaddled in her heavy and restrictive garments, now begging to surrender all possible virtue to him, excited Aladdin to a blinding furor. His manhood ached with hot-blooded lust, and seemed to catch fire as Anna’s hand closed over the thick, glistening shaft. His member throbbed wickedly against her grip as she slid her hand up and down the hard flesh. Now insane with lust, Aladdin needed no more urging.

He grabbed Anna’s wonderful breasts and fit himself to her, her open legs cradling his hips. The lips of her cunt widened for his prick as she guided it inside herself; her groans of desperate fulfillment seethed in Aladdin’s ears as he entered her. And she rubbed him inside her, using him like a sex toy on a nervous virgin, or a feather to tickle herself with. It was obvious Aladdin would have to take charge if he wanted to do more than nestle teasingly in Anna’s entrance.

Reaching down under her surprisingly voluptuous buttocks, Aladdin took hold of her and rammed himself downward. His swelling cock disappeared into her with almost the same wet sucking sound as when Anna had swallowed his erection.

Anna could only sigh, a small and almost defeated sound as all of her body’s energy went into the taking of this splitting entry. Then she found enough energy to writhe under the rising heat of the pleasure he was giving her, her belly squirming up against his as he bore down on her. She raised up under the pressure of his thrusting, his glistening prick sliding out until he’d nearly denied her its presence, then he surged in again. In and out, faster and faster. Anna’s face contorted with the strain of taking him inside her, her nostrils flared open as her breath simmered in her lungs. She was burning there too.

Aladdin felt her aroused sex clasping him tightly, pulsing in utter need against his pumping shaft until his balls felt ready to give her all the cum she could ever want. He lost all track of time as the excruciating tightness of her cunt rocked through him with every thrust. He drove deeper and deeper into her and she twisted her head from side to side, flaying her hair against the carpet in wild whips. She forced her hips up to his, fucking every inch of the erection she herself had given him, making Aladdin gasp and quiver. A fierce storm whirled through him as he was sucked deep into her, made to batter her warmth and tightness time and again. In the storm, he felt the coming thundercrack of his orgasm and knew he was about to climax, knew it deep in his groin.

Anna sensed it too. She could feel his cock swelling and gaining in power, hotter than ever now that it was sheathed in her own inferno. She begged, “Harder! Let me have all of you! You promised me all of you!”

She wanted to be set on fire by him, for his flame to melt her and burn her up and explode inside her, until there was nothing left to burn and only satisfied ashes were left. She was so deliriously happy to be the fuel for his fire.

Her legs were splayed on either side of his thrusting body and all she could do was wrap her ankles around his driving buttocks, locking them tightly across each other and pulling him into her with all the strength she could muster. Aladdin cupped her buttocks with a savage strength that seemed sure to leave permanent markings on the uplifted moons of her naked ass. He squeezed her cheeks together, forcing the walls of her sex tighter around the cock that already almost filled her, helping her to milk his shaft for the eruption they both needed.

Anna’s mewls of pleasure were becoming desperate. She could hear the grunts and howls Aladdin made as he furiously grinded down into her, and she wanted the satisfaction he was striving for. He drove her deep into the carpet with each thrust of his rigid body, actually driving it downward underneath her, so that they were dropping through the cloud cover as paradoxically gentle as a leaf falling from a tree. And inside the cloud, the loud clap of their bellies meeting was like claps of thunder. Both of them were breathing hard, rivulets of perspiration streaming down their joined bodies like the raindrops they were surrounded by.

“I’m going—I’m going to come, Aladdin!” she screamed.

And then Aladdin’s low cry of arrival came as he spilled inside her. “Yes, you are!”

Anna’s body began small, spastic jerkings up against Aladdin, all of her drawn taut by her pussy as it clenched in orgasm. And as her flesh seemed to bow in obeisance to the man who had pleased it, Aladdin groaned above her and released leaping bursts of his seed to inundate her sex and cascaded hotly down out of her opening. The river of Aladdin’s spilt cream ran down the crevice of Anna’s desperately jerking buttocks and pooled thickly underneath her. It was so warm in the chilly cloud that Anna felt like she was sitting on a bed of hot coals.

Finally they stopped, just as the carpet lowered out of the cloud and into the sun. They collapsed, their sagging weight dragging it down one final inch, and breathed raggedly, all contentment and satiated passion. Anna looked at Aladdin with dull, half-lidded eyes and realized his sly, nimble charm was what aroused her so much. It was not anything he had particularly done that had pleased Anna so greatly—it was just that she was so damned attracted to him, on a purely physical level.

More, perhaps, than she was even attracted to her husband.

***

Elsa knelt with Kristoff’s manhood in the deep, slippery valley between her cleavage. She pushed her tits together with her hands, making a warm sheath around his cock. And as she looked him in the eye, it was only too clear what she expected of him.

Kristoff slowly began pumping himself into her tits. It was so warm, so tight, so different from her cunt and yet so good. It was only moments before he fell back onto the mattress, still rocking his hips up into Elsa’s cleavage as she held herself above his cock.

“Do you like it?” Elsa smiled, seeing the wild excitement on his face. “Do you like fucking my tits?”

“Chilled to perfection!” Kristoff gasped, finding none of the inner warmth he was used to from her orifices, but instead a sweet friction that heated him up more the harder he fucked.

Elsa practically squealed with delight as he sped up his tempo, warming himself up as a man would rub his palms together in the winter. His hard, thick shaft rubbing against the sensitive flesh of Elsa’s breasts drove her wild. Pursing her lips, Elsa somehow felt very naughty for simply rubbing her hard nipples with her thumbs. He wasn’t just fucking her—she was fucking herself.

“It’s so good!” Kristoff moaned, fucking between her hot, slippery tits at an even faster tempo. “Fucking your tits is just so! Damn! Good!” 

He reached down to her delighted, awestruck face and took hold of her braid, gripping it tightly as he hauled her forward. His cock was flattened against her décolletage, pushed straight up in her cleavage to aim at her mouth. Elsa could smell his precum literally under her nose. 

“Make an icicle,” Kristoff told her. He was barely able to hold back as he spoke, his hips reflexively twitching to send his cock back and forth in her cleavage. “And fuck yourself with it. Fuck yourself like Anna would if she were here.”

Elsa nodded desperately. “What about my tits? What’ll hold them?”

“Wear a bra, your majesty.”

A gleam of sweat actually visible on Elsa’s brow, as if in response to her feverish imagination, she quickly clothed herself in the naughtiest brassiere she could think of, leaving her nipples uncovered and holding her cleavage together over Kristoff’s erection. Then she held her hands apart and created a phallus out of ice—it was easy when she had a model literally on hand. 

As Kristoff began lustily fucking her breasts again, Elsa plunged the dildo between her widely spread legs, sinking it deep into the moist folds of her sex. Soon she was writhing and moaning from the fucking her hopelessly aroused slit was taking, her masturbation following Kristoff’s lead as he rhythmically fucked his hard cock in and out of her cleavage. Panting with excitement, Elsa threw her head back and luxuriated in the pleasure of being fucked so many ways, in so many places.

“You don’t have to share this time, majesty!” Kristoff grunted. “Here’s your second helping!”

His cock suddenly erupted a torrent of hot cum against Elsa’s face. The queen sat in stunned silence as spurt after spurt shot out to completely drench her face and hair. It felt like she was being doused by a hot spring.

She came like sticks of dynamite going off, one after the other, all somehow in the same place deep within her loins. She melted with the bliss of being so warm, inside and out, and slumped to the floor like her body was no more than a useless appendage, cast aside to feel this pleasure. 

For a few moments, she lay there panting. Then she smiled dreamily. Kristoff was still coming on her. 

When Kristoff’s erection finally stopped pumping, he weakly pulled himself to the middle of the bed, completely exhausted.

Elsa climbed up and fell next to him, rubbing his seed into her skin. She even sucked on a lock of her hair until she’d gotten out all the warmth of his jism. She felt a lot better than she had before—not as good as if Anna were there, but far better than being alone.

“Second helping?” she realized. “Then… you were awake for that?”

“For the good part,” Kristoff said. “You’re not an easy girl to sleep through.”

“That’s odd, because I think I just found a very good way to help you get to sleep at night. And if we do it enough, then Anna’s first taste of home will be when she kisses my ring and realizes I just jacked you off.”

“No wonder you’re in charge.”