Frozen Friends update

“I didn’t know you had such close relations with Arendelle,” Ariel observed, her voice low so as to go unheard by those other than her husband.

Upon presenting themselves to the Royal Guard, Eric and Ariel had been escorted immediately into one of the palace’s towers. The guard stopped escorting them at the door, but when they were through it, it was obvious to Ariel that they were in the royal family’s private chambers, even their living quarters. There were actually empty cups and dirty plates left here and there on the furniture, waiting for the servants to come through.

“Arendelle, not really. Their trading partners are closer to home. But that’s Denway and Arendelle. Elsa and I, we’re much closer.”

Eric picked up where the guard left off, leading Ariel through the chambers with a deft familiarity. Ariel felt nervous—at any moment they might run into Anna or Elsa and she instinctively worried they’d react as she would to a stranger in their midst. Screaming, throwing things… and Ariel considered herself easy-going. There was no telling how Arendelle’s royal family might react.

Eric came to a closed door and Ariel just knew it was to the bedroom. “Eric!” she whispered harshly. “What are you doing? Isn’t that…”

“Don’t worry about it,” Eric assured her. “They won’t mind.”

WHO won’t mind, Ariel wanted to ask him. Anna? Elsa? The new husband, Kristoff? Unless Eric knew who slept where—and how would he know that…

Regardless, Eric opened the door and stepped inside. Ariel followed him in as if to apologize for him, and then her worst nightmare came true. Not only was Queen Elsa herself sleeping in the bed, but Kristoff was with her. Anna’s husband. The queen was sleeping with her sister’s husband. And the royal family of Denway had literally walked in on it.

Eric rested a hand on her rigid shoulder. “Relax. It’s not as bad as it looks,” he said soothingly. “It’s an Arendelle custom. In the cold winters, people sleep in the same bed to keep warm. There’s nothing sexual about it.”

“They’re the royal family and they can’t afford more than one bed?” Ariel asked. 

“It’s tradition,” Eric stressed. He set his coat aside on a nearby chair. “They even let close friends sleep with them.”

Ariel caught the faint smile. “Eric? You?”

“Why not? It’s only sharing a bed.” Eric kicked off his boots one at a time. “When you think about it, it’s not any different from sitting on the same couch.”

“Except you’re not wearing any clothes,” Ariel pointed out.

“You weren’t exactly wearing clothes the first time we met either,” Eric retorted.

“I was… covered.”

“Not much.” Eric shrugged his shirt off.

“What are you—doing?” Ariel demanded, remembering to lower her voice on the last word so as not to wake Elsa and Kristoff. They still stirred in their sleep.

Eric unbuckled his belt. “They look cozy. And it’s a bit chilly. And it’s been a long trip.”

“You slept on the way!”

“And had a nice dream I’d like to get back to.” Eric dropped his trousers. “Relax, Ariel. I’ve done it a hundred times. They’ll be happy to see me.”

“I hope they don’t see too much of you…” Ariel said, eying the bulge in her husband’s drawers. Of all the ways they might shame Arendelle, Ariel hadn’t expected to have to worry about that. But then, Kristoff seemed like a big man in his arms and his thighs and his feet…

Oh! Dirty mind, Ariel, you’ve got too dirty a mind for a princess.

“Come on, Ariel, you were yawning all the way up the stairs. You could use your rest. And I know you’re not that shy.”

Ariel crossed her arms. “Perhaps I’ve picked up some of your prudish surface ways.”

“All you’ve picked up is how to use those legs, and you’ve done an excellent job of it.”

Ariel fought the urge to blush. 

“Well, good night,” Eric said, climbing under the covers and sliding in beside Elsa.

“Ericccc,” Ariel moaned. Even in the expansive bed of the royalty, there was no more space on Eric’s side. If she wanted to get in, she’d have to do it beside Kristoff.

“People are trying to sleep,” Eric shushed her, laying his head down on the pillow.

Ariel frowned. Sometimes, she pondered the unfairness of how long she’d been stuck without a voice and how Eric had never once had to go without talking.

But then she saw Eric’s smile—he was just teasing her. Now he would get out of the bed… only he didn’t. He pressed up against Elsa, pushing her with his body closer to Kristoff.

“Move over,” he actually said, making Ariel gasp.

But Elsa and Kristoff, half-awake, moved down the width of the bed, clearing a space on the far side of Eric. Elsa ended up sprawled halfway onto Kristoff’s broad chest, with Eric spooning her from behind, her sylphlike body nearly lost between Kristoff’s workman build and Eric’s shorter, more slender masculinity, which still dwarfed Elsa as it did Ariel.

“Hello there, Eric,” Elsa yawned, opening her eyes a few times. “How was your trip?”

“Tiring. You don’t mind if my wife joins us?”

“No. But if Anna ever comes to bed, she might want to cuddle.”

“I’ll try to put up with it,” Eric drawled, his voice laden with meaning.

In a huff, Ariel climbed under the covers on the other side of Eric, pressing herself against his muscular back as though to reclaim his attention from Elsa, who was quite lovely. “You’re unbelievable,” she whispered in his ear.

Elsa still overheard. “Isn’t he, though?” she mused lovingly.

Under the covers of the sheets, Eric put his hand on Elsa’s smooth thigh, furtively rubbing the creamy skin. It had the pleasing chill of a cup of icy water. In turn, Elsa’s hand stole between his legs and fondled its way through his drawers, telling Eric she remembered their last ‘negotiation’ as fondly as he did, and was as eager to see it resume.

Eric put his other hand on Ariel’s shapely leg, so well-formed, so deserving of the relish she had in each striding step. He circled around it to the space between Ariel’s thighs and then was stroking both Ariel and Elsa. 

Ariel shot him a look telling him to stop, but almost immediately her eyelids were fluttering, her eyes rolling back in her head as she absorbed the pleasure of his touch, so Eric didn’t take the objection too seriously. He paid more attention to the delightful differences between the two cunts.

Elsa’s pussy was full-lipped, the fine hair on it as delicate as snowflakes, while Ariel’s mound was smaller, completely shorn of hair, which had simply never grown on it. The petals of her labia were thinner, tighter. Both women, of course, were deeply charming, enough to seduce any man. Touching them both at the same time gave Eric a charge that was truly princely. It was fitting that Aladdin had been in this bed only a few short weeks ago. Eric felt like a sultan himself, at play in his royal harem.

Ariel didn’t know what had gotten into Eric. As usual, her body was welcoming of his advances, thrilling as he lewdly caressed her, but it seemed absolutely insane to be doing it with the royals of Arendelle also in the bed. She became self-conscious of her breathing, knowing she was gasping and panting as Eric shamelessly fingered her, his middle digit going into her to the second knuckle. Ariel didn’t want to openly tell him to stop, not when that would give away what he was doing to Elsa and Kristoff, but she gave him an imploring look before another spasm contorted her face away from any sort of composed expression.

Her pleading face didn’t do anything to deter Eric’s amorous playing. His naughty finger slid inside her to where she was growing moist and warm, smearing her juices all over itself and then tracking them out onto her mons. When her clit instinctively responded, coming out of its hood, Eric’s finger was there to fondle it, pushing it to the point of bursting with pleasure. Ariel’s cheek flushed with embarrassment, both that her husband was groping her this way and that she was responding to it.

What on Earth was Eric thinking? Ariel was truly alarmed now—her heart was racing, her hands starting to tremble even though she’d shoved them under the covers. She imagined the whole bedspread shaking, giving away how she was responding to Eric. Why? Why was he trying so hard to arouse her? Surely he didn’t intend to do anything with the cunt he’d set on fire, not with two others in the bed!

Why is he torturing me like this? Is he testing me to see if I can ignore him? I will! I will ignore him! I won’t be some slut just because he’s turning me on… turning me on so much…!

Yet the very fear Ariel had dismissed—that Eric wanted to fuck her in the same bed as two perfect strangers—was exactly what her husband meant to do.

Elsa realized this at the same time that Ariel was ignoring it. With Eric’s stiff cock in her hand, she knew he was too hard to do anything but fuck. His hand working in her juicy little sex proved it. She could see the faint motion of the bedspread where Ariel’s legs joined together and knew that she wasn’t the only one enjoying Eric’s attentions. 

Only Ariel didn’t look so willing, at least not entirely. Her face was red and her lips were tripping over unvoiced words and her hands were shaking badly, which actually served to hide the suggestion of what Eric was actually doing between her thighs.

“So Ariel, how do you like Arendelle so far?” Elsa asked.

“It’s… it’s lovely,” Ariel stammered, her eyes unable to focus. Which was a good thing, as even her innocent soul would notice how worldly was the smirk that Elsa had directed at her. “I, I’m taking it all in…”

Her eyes rolled back in her head. Eric was really getting to her. It probably didn’t help how kinky it was, being fingered in front of not one, but two other people. Ariel bit her lips. She could admit it, it felt damnably good to have Eric caressing her, but she could also admit that she hated how he was doing it here, where nothing could come of it, where Eric couldn’t actually fuck her like he’d made her so desperately want him to!

I can’t believe you’re arousing me this much, husband! Stop it! Don’t you know—you must know how much this turns me on! Damn your eyes, it’s so frustrating that I want to scream!

“What’d you say, Ariel?” Elsa asked innocently.

Ariel didn’t notice that Elsa had spoken, just as she hadn’t noticed that she’d spoken out loud. She was so agitated that it was becoming impossible for her to lie there. She writhed in sensual abandon, trying either to invite more pleasure, enough to finish her off, or to get away from Eric’s lustful fingers. 

Either would’ve been good enough for her, but there was no mistaking what her body wanted—she swayed and thrust her body in the obvious rhythm of fucking, just without the cock to meet her. And Eric wouldn’t let her go without the temptation of his wiggling finger, until finally Ariel’d had all the teasing she could take.

“Stop it, Eric!” she demanded, grabbing hold of Eric’s wrist and holding it completely motionless, though still between her legs. “You’re making me fucking hot, goddamnit!” 

“You’re cute when you’re angry,” Eric said, blithe in the face of her sudden outburst, giving her cunt a quick pat. 

Then he had pulled the covers off of Ariel and gotten on top of her. He whirled her around before he mounted her, spinning Ariel onto her belly and then jerking her smallclothes up over her ass. With the wetness from Elsa’s pussy, he thrust two fingers into Ariel’s asshole, deep and fast. Ariel’s eyes crossed, but she still managed to speak in a keening voice.

“They’ll see!” she whined, pounding and scratching at the mattress. She tried to close her legs to ward off the maddening arousal she felt, but Eric’s knees were between her thighs, holding them open.

“Then let them watch,” Eric said, bending down to hiss the back of her neck and nibble on her ears. Her anus was like a velvet vise on his two fingers, but he kept stroking her rectum, running his fingers against the separation that kept him away from her cunt, but stimulating that too with the pressure that went through her ass. “It’ll be nothing new to them. Elsa has seen me fuck her sister and Anna has seen me fuck Elsa. I’ve watched Kristoff fuck them both. It’s only fair I let them see how you look when you come.”

“Oh fuck! Fuuuck!” Ariel moaned, looking in disbelief at Elsa and at Kristoff, her whole body flushed as red as her hair with Eric’s words washing over her. She closed her eyes in consternation, yet her legs opened seemingly of their own accord, spreading her asscheeks, letting Eric’s persuasive hand touch her ass even more freely.

“Why be sensitive about it?” Eric asked her sweetly, fingers always pressing on to arouse Ariel more and more. “You wanted to experience the pleasures of the surface world. This is one of them. Something fun we can do with the two Arendelle sisters. And I won’t mind if you do something with Kristoff. I saw the way you looked at him.”

Kristoff laid next to Elsa, staring at the enthralling sight of Eric’s hand pumping steadily between Ariel’s svelte buttocks. Going from first laying eyes on Ariel to seeing her taking it up the ass had him in a state of shocked fascination. His mouth hung open. His eyes stared unblinkingly.

Ariel shook her head, not in denial, but simply to clear it. “Why didn’t you—ohhh—talk this over first… in privaaaate!” Ariel wailed, weakening quickly under Eric’s expert touch. 

“I thought it’d be more fun to surprise you. Aren’t you having fun?”

“Please, Eric!” Ariel begged. “I can’t, I just can’t! Not in front of others! I feel dirty! Perverted!”

“And you don’t like that?” Eric asked her.

Then Elsa made her presence known, getting on top of Eric, though his muscular body barely registered her lightness, and reaching underneath him. She stroked his erect prick where it stood between Ariel’s thighs. There was not much she could do to make it any harder, but she tried anyway.

“She likes it,” Elsa cooed. “Fuck her, Eric. Put it in her and fuck her like you used to fuck me. I’d love to see how much of a slut a woman had to be to get a ring from you.”

“Elsa!” Ariel cried out. “You can’t say that! You’re royalty—you’re a queen!”

“Then I think you’re about to be royally fucked,” Elsa said.

Eric raised his hips and Elsa slipped his drawers the rest of the way down his loins. Then she took hold of his prick once more, skinning back the foreskin, guiding the cockhead to the gleaming opening of Ariel’s wildly aroused pussy.

Eric became passive as Elsa handled him, taking his hands off of Ariel and putting them to either side of her. Ariel was free to pull away as Elsa touched her husband’s cock to Ariel’s slit, but the redhead froze, staying right where she was even as Elsa rubbed Eric’s knob up and down on her labia.

“You feel wet, Ariel. You feel warm,” Eric told her, relishing the feel of Elsa’s cool hand on his shaft as much as Ariel’s burning warmth at the tip of his length. “Elsa’s holding my cock, you know. She’s going to help me fuck you.”

“This is crazy… this is crazy,” Ariel said. Her voice still had the same stammer of extreme arousal as when Eric had been fingered her. Hearing her own voice, she realized learning that this would be an orgy, learning of the other two people literally in their bed, had done nothing to dampen her ardor. She was more turned on than ever. 

“Take your hand away, Elsa,” Eric said, and when she did, Eric spoke one last time. “I’m putting it in now, Ariel. Don’t worry about moaning or making faces. Elsa and Kristoff will love to watch you get fucked, just like I do.”

“I… I…” Ariel forced herself to turn over, looking up at Eric and seeing how his handsome face was twisted with lust. It turned her on even more. “Does it make you get off? Having them see me?”

Eric nodded.

“Then I want to see your face when it makes you come. Oh God, Eric, you feel so hard…”

“I know how much you’re going to enjoy it. I can’t wait to see.” And then he snapped his hips, plunging himself all the way into Ariel’s cunt, finding it absolutely ready for him. His balls swung against her ass, slapping it hard, while his cockhead slammed into the depths of her pussy, almost to her cervix.

Ariel sucked in a ragged breath, held it, not letting it out until Eric started to withdraw. Then out came a hard gasp. “Hhhhhgh! ERIC! Oh, Eric… I think I just came.”

Her hands ran up his sides, over his back, accepting him into an embrace. Her feet whispered against the silk sheets as she lined herself up, knees bent, ass lifted, all of her positioned to receive Eric. More than receiving him, welcoming him, Ariel working her sopping pussy up to his hard shaft, to entice it to come down and hammer into her. 

“Yes, Eric, oh yes! I want more! Ohh, you lovely bastard of a husband! You know I can’t resist that sweet cock of yours when it’s all big and hard, don’t you?”

“That was my plan,” Eric admitted, his eyes full of love for Ariel as she proved herself a worthy mate, just like he’d known she would. He gave her the hard thrusts she wanted, sheathing himself at the core of her willing and submissive body.