Frozen Friends: Legs Are Required

“Fuck me, Kristoff! Fuck my little asshole like it’s Anna’s! Make me come just like your wife does with your big cock in her asssss!”

Then Kristoff’s wife was there, sucking his scrotum, increasing his load despite the fact that he’d thought it’d already been shot. Thanks to Anna, he came even harder, truly showing Jasmine how perfect her ass was for anal sex. After the massive deposit of cum he left in her hole, there could be no doubt.

After that, he really was tapped out, though. His balls felt like they’d flattened into pancakes, they were so empty, while his cock was soft as blubber. Kristoff fell away, fleeing the intensity of the sex, but Anna was still hungry for more. She took his place, pulling Jasmine’s cum-soaked ass to her face.

Kristoff watched with bleary eyes as Anna licked his cum from Jasmine’s well-fucked ass. No matter how hard he’d fucked Jasmine, there must’ve still be some sensitivity left in her anus, because Kristoff could see her twisting and moaning as Anna brought her to climax. Prolonging her ecstasy as she’d done with Kristoff.

Then, like Kristoff, Jasmine too was exhausted. No more pleasure for Anna to eke out of her. She keeled over, sprawling with her legs apart, her asshole cleaned of Kristoff’s voluminous cum but now glistening with Anna’s saliva. 

“That was wonderful,” Jasmine gaped. “Too wonderful. I worry I’ll wake up and find out this was all dream!”

“Who cares if it’s a dream?” Anna asked. “I wish I had dreams that felt this good. But then I’d never want to get out of bed if my dreams felt this good. But I never want to get out of bed anyway. But I also like being out of bed so I can take care of my darling husband, Kristoff. Not that I can’t take care of him in bed…”

Kristoff forced himself to move, taking hold of Anna and pulling her to his chest. “That’s enough talk and definitely enough fucking. Let’s give our guest a rest before we ruin her for Aladdin. She still has to give him a kid, you know.”

“We could help with that!” Anna said immediately, ignorant of the double meaning—or maybe not.

At any rate, Kristoff slipped his hand over her mouth and held it there until they were both asleep.

***

Despite the pleasurable tightness of fucking Anna in the ass, Prince Eric wanted to finish up with it as soon as possible, return to being the male centerpiece of her sisterly bonding with Elsa. He jackhammered his cock into her tight asshole, making it even tighter by fingering her cunt. His hand curled in her pussy, the pads of his fingers pushing against the thin membrane that separated her cunt from the space where his prick was thrusting. It was amazing, like jacking himself off even as he sodomized Anna. He came, his seed flooding into Princess Anna’s bowels.

Eric pulled himself out of her splayed hole, his prick still hard. Anna didn’t even seem to notice he’d filled her ass with his cum, but Eric didn’t take that as a slight. Seeing how rapturously she was devouring Elsa’s pussy, it was obvious that nothing could either defer her or excite her any more than she already was. He crawled around on the bed, to where Anna’s head was buried between Elsa’s legs, planning to rub his manhood into the sexual friction between one sister’s tongue and the other’s womanhood. It was a perfect opportunity to show them just what Arendelle’s relationship was to his own kingdom, seeing how Arendelle relied so much on his people for military protection.

Anna did lick at his cum-soaked prick, rubbing it against Elsa’s tender slit as she did. It was building relationships like this that made Eric truly enjoy diplomacy.

“Eric? Eric, wake up. We’re almost there.”

Eric pulled his head upright, instantly taking in the restrained bumpiness of the cobblestone road the carriage was now on. They’d definitely arrived in Arendelle, even if the paved roads didn’t seem like much of a tourist attraction compared to what he was remembering. 

He looked at Ariel, looking so innocent even with her flaming red hair and her blouse that was cut low to show an immodest amount of cleavage—a remnant of how she’d practically gone topless back in Atlantis. Her hand was on his knee, shaking it. He put his hand atop hers and squeezed it. 

“Thanks for waking me,” he said.

Her eyes flicked to the erection he sported inside his pants. “Dreaming of me?” she asked, holding back her mischievous voice to just within the bounds of proper royal behavior.

“In a way,” Eric replied, not lying. He certainly was looking forward to introducing Ariel to the friends he’d made in Arendelle’s royal family.

Now that she had legs, where better to learn how to open them?