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As the fever raged inside him and the wagon trudged over yet another rut in the trail, Kristoff came half-awake, grudgingly, to a cool washcloth being wiped over his forehead. His eyes blanched open and he saw Elsa cooing over him, her handmaidens Tracy and Karina up in front directing the reins.

“You don’t have to do this,” Kristoff said. “I’m fine.”

“Nonsense,” Elsa said curtly. “I’m just going what Anne would do if she were here to take care of you. The hot springs will work wonders on your fever, I’m sure of it. And we’re almost there.”

Kristoff smiled weakly. “Doesn’t the queen have anything better to do?”

“Don’t you have anything better than to get sick?” Elsa retorted.

The wagon lurched to a stop and Kristoff came fully awake. Marshalling his strength, he raised his head. At some point in their travels, they’d ascended onto a mountainside pass, and now were in a copse of trees fortifying the slopes. The wagon was at a sheltered clearing, the draft-horses exhaling vapor in their relaxation, sensing their journey was at an end.

Up ahead was a huge rock, smoke rising from behind it. Kristoff smelled the bracing mountain air, but it didn’t smell like something was burning. This was earthier, more humid.

“The hot springs,” Elsa said as her handmaidens came to collect Kristoff and help him up. “Mineral water bubbling up into a pool from deep underground, where the Earth is warm. I’ll set up camp.”

And, holding up her hand, Elsa began creating a series of tents out of ice.

“I’ll join you as soon as I’m done.”

“You…” Kristoff stuttered. “You will?”

Maybe the trolls had raised him wrong, but as he’d always heard it, it was horrible luck to wear clothes into a hot spring.

“Girls,” Elsa called, rolling her eyes, “make sure to get Kristoff on the other side of all that steamy haze before you undress. We’d hate for him to see something he wouldn’t want to.”

The handmaidens kept ‘helping’ Kristoff along toward the steaming pool, walking through the fogbank of heavy steam that was a veritable wall. On the other side, the pool of water was the size of a pond, bubbling in the middle, with narrow waves licking at the rocks that bordered it. The handmaidens deposited Kristoff on a rock by the water and disappeared back through the mist, already stripping off their heavy winter outfits.

Kristoff looked at the warm water, nearly boiling, longing to embrace him and soothe his aching fever. He just had to take off some of his clothes. “What the hell?” he said, reaching down and unbuckling his belt. In his tortured dreams, he’d seen Anne and some of the women they’d seduced together. The confines of his trousers had been torturing his giant cock ever since it had swollen hard.

Just then, a brief gust of wind swept aside the steam for an instant, clearing the view just as his burgeoning erection leaped out. Tracy smiled and felt her ass cringe at the thought of taking such a thing as her mistress Anne did. Karina blushed and looked away. Elsa feasted her eyes on the biggest prick she'd ever seen.

The breeze stilled itself and the steaming haze rose again like a curtain between them, but not before Kristoff got a good look at all three of them naked.

"My God," he muttered to himself, stricken with guilt. No matter how familiar he got with Elsa, it still seemed crazy, vaguely heretical to be so lustful with royalty. "A few weeks without fucking and my cock has gone crazy!" 

The three women slipped into the water and sat on a rocky ledge that rimmed their side of the steaming pool. Kristoff dropped in on the near side, but that was steep and slick. There was no place to sit, and the water barely came up to his waist. The swollen head of his cock projected above the surface.

Elsa got a fuzzy view of his knob and that swelled a lump in her throat. It looked twice the size of any illustration she’d ever seen—both longer and bigger around. The sight of its bobbing head made her pussy cringe as Tracy’s had with anxious spasms. 

"You can sit here, Kristoff." Elsa slid closer to Karina to make room at the end of the rocky ledge. But not too much room. She wanted Kristoff close to her when he sat down.

Tracy sat at the other end, around the curve of the narrow pool. She eyed them both with a mixture of amusement and suspicion. The woman could almost read Elsa's mind because she had the same curiosity about Princess Anne’s roughborn companion.

Kristoff's lean, hard-muscled thigh brushed the creamy smooth taper of Elsa's leg as he sat down. "Isn't it nice to be so warm?" she asked.

"Er, yeah," he replied, but Kristoff was thinking, warm? My cock feels like a red-hot iron!

Elsa's fingers brushed his knee with a feather light touch beneath the surface of the bubbling hot spring, where none of the others could see. She waited, letting her hand float, touching him only with her fingertips, half expecting him to push her hand away.

But he didn't. He spread his legs and settled back against the rim of the pool, basking in the soothing warmth and breathing in the deep, misty vapors that cleared his head like a shot of strong liquor.

His acceptance of her sly touch primed the eager girl for an even bolder stroke. She let her hand slide up his leg, letting her fingers drag ever-so-lightly over muscles tense as steel bands. She made it seem that her hand was only drifting with the bubbling current that coursed upward from the bottom of the rocky little pool.

She felt Kristoff stir and his muscles rippled. "Hhhmmm, your leg is so strong and hard," Elsa said in a hushed voice that only he could hear.

"You think that's hard, you should see the rest of me." Kristoff kept his voice low, but there was really no need. Tracy and Karina were busy discussing the dinner that they would fix for their masters.

"I did see it for just a second when the breeze blew the steam away." Her fingers teased through the soft wet ruff of dark hair spread wide across Kristoff's loins. "Can I touch it?" she asked shyly.

Kristoff glanced and saw that the handmaidens were still distracted. "Sure, why not?"

Elsa's soft hand curled warmly around his long shaft. "Oh, God, it's even bigger than I thought." She grasped and squeezed and pumped her hand slowly up and down.

Ripples sloshed above her hand, spreading across the surface of the bubbling pool. Their speed and size increased as Elsa beat harder on his exciting cock. "Anne told me I should practice on a cucumber—see how hard I can grip it while still moving my hand real fast. She says I do it real good."

"Er, yeah. You sure do!"

Kristoff was having trouble keeping his voice down now, and it was even harder to keep a calm look on his face. Elsa whipped the full length of his long shaft with wavering strokes. She pulsed her grip as she neared the tip, working her fingers on the meat of his prick like someone playing a flute.

"I want to make you cum. I want to feel that big thing spurt."

"Oh, Christ, don't do that." Kristoff knew he'd grunt when the searing pressure in his balls broke free. The handmaidens would be sure to hear; they knew that sound well from their time serving Anne.

"Then put your finger in my pussy. Find my little clit and whirl it until I cum."

"I'd like to, but I can't. They’ll hear you. They'll know what we're doing for sure."

"I'll be still,” Elsa promised. “I won't make a sound."

"All right, your highness. But ease off on my cock for a while." He slipped his right hand into her lap and fingered the soft fleece of her lower curls.

"Oooh, I like the way you do that," she cooed. Her hand went slack on his raging cock, but she kept it in her warm grasp. Kristoff reached his long middle finger down between her legs and pressed lightly on the puffed, softly furred outer lips of her pussy.

"Hungh," Elsa said with a rasp of hot breath.

"Ssshhh," he cautioned her. He worked his finger further in, deftly parting her labia to reach the flesh inside. Her cunt surged with a vibrant pulsing and her hand clamped hard around the root of his cock.

"Aaahhh," he moaned. Her pinky and ring finger had reached down to tease his swollen nuts around.

"Ssshhh," she teased with a leering grin. Tracy glanced at them, but Elsa thought she had no idea what they were doing.

Kristoff reamed her slinky cunt and felt pliant bands of muscle grip and pulse. God, what that hole could do to a shaft as big as his cock! Just thinking about it almost made his balls unload.

Drawing back, he turned his thumb around the nub of her clit. It swelled and trembled, throbbing with lust like a little miniature prick. "Ram your finger in deep at the same time," she gasped. "Make me cum, Kristoff. Oh, give me the climax I've been wanting since Anna left!”

Her hand swept up and down his cock again, frothing the water above with the urgency of her wild desire. "You little bitch, you weren't supposed to do that!"

"I want us both to cum at once!"

"Oh, fuck..." Kristoff knew there was no way they could both keep quiet if they did that.

"Yes, I want to!" Elsa gasped anxiously. "Tonight when Tracy and Karina are asleep. You can crawl into my sleeping bag. I want to feel your big hot prick inside of me!"

Kristoff's tortured mind swirled like the steam rising from the spring. He wanted to fuck this sultry, brazen little bitch, but he didn't dare. She was the Queen, wasn’t she? His sister-in-law!

"Fuck three fingers into me," Elsa begged. "I want to feel something as big as your hot cock. Oh, make me cum! Do it to me, Kristoff!"

"You'll like this even more," he groaned through gritted teeth. The way she was whipping his cock now made it almost impossible to hold back. He wouldn't last more than a few seconds, and he did share the girl's perverse desire to cum with her while her handmaidens were sitting only a few feet away.

He wormed his first and second fingers into her seething pussy and pumped them in and out. At the full depth of each gliding thrust, he reached out with his ring finger and circled the taut rim of her asshole.

"You aren't going to put a finger in there, are you?"

"I sure am! And tonight when I'm in your sleeping bag, I'm going to fuck your ass with my cock."

"Oh, holy shit!" Elsa's face lined with worry. She didn't think the giant shaft in her hand would even fit. "You'll rip me apart!"

"And I'll make you love it," he promised. Kristoff could hardly believe the words he just said. The whole situation had gotten out of control.

His cock was out of control, too. He tensed as he felt the pressure swell, but now there was no way he could hold back. He fucked his probing fingers into Elsa's ass and pussy at the same time, ending each thrust with his thumb whirling around on her clit.

"Oh, yes! Yes! Yes, Kristoff! Hungh!" she clamped her eyes shut in joyous rapture and thrust her hips at his driving hand. "That's it! Oh, you're making me cum!"

Kristoff's whole body tensed. His balls heaved and the boiling flood started up his shaft. Elsa could feel the swelling in his prick. It sputtered and jerked beneath her fingers as her hand drummed faster up and down.

The stuttering bursts of silver cream shot into the water just as Elsa's climax began. She tensed and hissed, wracked by the anguished joy she could feel front and back. Her ass and pussy both flew into a frenzy. They clenched and throbbed, and after what seemed like an hour of pure bliss, her wringing holes went slack.

Kristoff's massive cock had drained itself and it began to soften in her hand, but somehow Elsa knew that wouldn’t last for long.

***

Elsa hadn’t been swimming in years, afraid of the combination of water and her power, either giving away her difference or accidentally causing harm to others. Now she knew she could control it, and the hot water was like a wonderful push against her well-harnessed ability, almost holding it down inside her so she didn’t have to worry about it.

Another part of her coming out had been buying a bathing suit. Wandering through the merchants, she was astonished at how skimpy and revealing they had become. Now, they hardly covered anything.

But she hadn’t intended to be modest, so she chose the tiniest bikini she could find, two skimpy pieces of blue cloth. They’d just about cover her nipples and her sex, but that was all. And she could wear it in the dead of winter without a second’s worry about the cold.

She actually enjoyed herself, having changed in the middle of the night. Now she walked out on the crusted snow, her bare feet sinking in as if it were no more than sand, and she lowered herself into the pool. There was a full moon in a cloudless sky, and its light reflected completely over the rippling pool, providing more than enough light to see by in a darkened, shadowy sense.

After she’d swam about for a few minutes, enjoying the heat lashing her body and seeping into her muscles to an almost scalding extent, she stopped and floated in the middle of the pool, displaying her body to the man on the rocks above.

“How do you like my bathing suit, Kristoff?”

Kristoff’s mouth fell open and he felt his cock get even stiffer. As much as he loved Anna and enjoyed her body, with its curves and pleasant robustness, there was something fantastic about Elsa’s. She had great legs, slim but curvy hips, a tiny waist, and pert breasts. Slender and tall as she was, the effect was elegant, sleek, and perfect. And of course, that ridiculously small bikini set it off just right.

“I’m not sure that’s what I like,” he said hoarsely.

“Then perhaps I should take it off,” Elsa challenged. “It may not be much, but it’d get in the way of what you said you’d do to me…”

Kristoff began to undress. The warm waters had been good for his fever, and he moved quickly and decisively. Elsa had been admiring Kristoff’s hard, hairy body for a while now. She couldn’t help it—ever since she’d first taken a lover, she found herself wondering about the cock of every attractive guy she was around.

While she glanced at Kristoff’s crotch, he was ogling her nearly naked breasts and the plump pout of her mound in the tiny bikini bottoms. He didn't have to tell her how attractive he found her. It showed in his hot eyes and in the way his manhood throbbed as he inched into the water and walked toward Elsa. The pool wasn’t deep enough to keep his feet from touching the bottom. 

Elsa felt her pussy swelling and heating as Kristoff got closer. Then he was sliding an arm around her shoulders and pulling her close for a kiss. He darted his tongue suggestively between her lips, and she tickled it with her tongue. He gave a moan and eased his whole tongue into her mouth.

Elsa slumped against him and felt molten juices burning in her cunt. Her nipples stiffened with excitement and poked against his chest. Kristoff felt them and reached down to cup her firm breasts. He could feel those excited nipples throbbing, even through her bra. He started fumbling with the little string that held on her bikini top. She grinned as Kristoff removed her bikini top and flipped it out of the pool. His hands closed eagerly around her magnificently pert tits, and she gurgled and slumped back against the rocky rim, totally submissive.

"You've got the most fantastic tits," he said, his voice husky with excitement. "If you knew how people talked about you..."

Elsa chuckled. That was good news. The more men she attracted, the better, now that she was free to fuck anybody she wanted. She shivered with pleasure as Kristoff molded and caressed her sensitive tits, and her stiff nipples throbbed against his palms.

Peering down into the water, she saw that Kristoff was getting a hard-on. The crotch of his tight swimming trunks was sporting an obscene bulge. Elsa swooned at the sight of it. She could hardly wait to take his stiff cock in her greedy little pussy. But she didn't feel like rushing, either.

Sex was just too great to be rushed, she thought. She loved to string her men along, letting them wonder if they were going to score or not. She loved having them arouse her, making her hotter and hotter with their foreplay. She didn't believe in just fucking and running.

So she was enjoying hell out of it as Kristoff fondled her tender breasts. He squeezed fistfuls of satiny hot flesh and teased her nipples with his thumbs. Then he leaned down, stuck out his tongue, and started licking the stiff buds. Elsa gurgled with pleasure.

"Oooooo, that feels wild, Kristoff," she panted.

Kristoff thought the whole situation was pretty wild. Usually he was in control of the situation, at least to some extent. Not this time. Elsa was so incredibly sexy, she was making him do crazy things. Well, Anne would want him to please her while she was gone. And Elsa was worth it. He'd do damned near anything to get this gorgeous blonde into his bed. 

He lashed her throbbing engorged nipples with his hot wet tongue till she was gurgling and shivering with excitement. Then he started sucking her tits, easing both erect nipples into his mouth.

"Ohhhhh, yesssss," Elsa hissed. "Suck on them. That feels so good."

She didn't know how they were going to explain their behavior if anybody else approached, but she wasn't going to worry about it now. She just wanted to enjoy Kristoff's delicious mouth on her teats. She was creaming through her bikini bottoms and clutching the rim of the pool in her hot excitement.

Kristoff sucked her tits till she was moaning. He figured he'd gotten her aroused enough to try something even more daring. He reached down and started untying the strings that held her panties on. Elsa gasped, then giggled. She was willing to go along with his naughty idea.

He removed her bikini bottoms and flipped them out of the pool to join her discarded top. Through the rippling water, he got a distorted image of her small silver bush, but that was enough to make his cock try to tear its way out of his swimming trunks. He slid a hand between her thighs and started exploring her pussy. The flesh was swollen and hot.

Elsa relaxed and gurgled with delight as he expertly caressed her naked slit. He fondled the swollen folds and explored her slippery cunt lips with a fingertip. He rubbed her swelling clit, and she squirmed and whimpered as it touched that most sensitive spot.

"You like to be touched there?" he asked. Elsa nodded, too turned on to speak. Kristoff caught her wet clit between his thumb and forefinger and started kneading it. Elsa moaned hoarsely, and he felt sizzling juice spurting from her cunt, hitting his busy fingers before it dissipated into the water. Her thick eyelashes fluttered.

"Kristoff, you're getting me so turned on," she gurgled. "This is positively indecent."

"Yeah, isn't it?" he laughed.

He went on massaging her clit between his fingers and feeling it swell and throb. Elsa was horny, all right, and she wasn't trying to hide it. As he played with her clit, her features twisted into a horny grimace, and she moaned and panted and creamed. He realized he could bring her off right there in the pool.

He decided to go for it. He fondled her sensitive tits with one hand and masturbated her with the other, rolling her supersensitive clit faster and faster between his fingers.

"Ohhhhhhh, God!" Elsa moaned.

Her eyes rolled, then closed, and her teeth flashed in a lusty grimace. She was panting and moaning steadily as Kristoff worked her toward climax. Spurt after spurt of molten cream hit his fingers. He wasn't immune to her excitement. His cock was bucking and juicing.

"Unnnnhhhh, Kristoff, I'm gonna come, if you don't stop that," Elsa warned hoarsely.

"Just what I had in mind," he chuckled. "Go ahead, baby, let it happen. Nobody's watching."

Except him, of course. The outlandish scene turned Elsa on like mad. Here she was, stark naked in the great outdoors, a guy fooling with her clit and driving her wild. He was watching her every reaction to his finger-play. It was outrageous and kinky, and she loved it.

Kristoff went into high gear, rolling her pulsating clit very fast between his fingers, and Elsa couldn't contain her pleasure any longer. Her clit seemed to explode in his grasp, and thick floods of sizzling cream gushed from her cunt. Her body convulsed violently, her tits wobbling.

"Unnnnnhhhh, yesssss, I'm cominggggg!" Elsa gasped.

Her knees turned to rubber, and she would have slid right under the water if Kristoff hadn't held her up. He held her with one arm around her, and with his free hand he went on kneading her clit, giving her a delicious long climax. At last she went limp.

"Oh, wow, that was insane," she laughed.

"But fun," he chuckled.

"Now let's try this," Elsa said.

She surprised him by suddenly grabbing his swimming suit and pulling it down. The next thing Kristoff knew, she was underwater, kneeling before him as she worked his feet out of the suit. Then she surfaced, laughing, and tossed his suit out of the pool, beyond reach.

"It's only fair, isn't it? You did the same thing to me."

Kristoff couldn't argue with that. He saw her eyes focusing hungrily on his cock, and he looked down to see the engorged slab of it wagging stiffly and lewdly just below the surface of the water. Elsa was staring at his prick and licking her lips. Then she made a grab for his cock.

"Oh, Jesus!" Kristoff gasped as she wrapped her fingers around his prick and started pumping it.

"Fair's fair," she said with a wicked leer.

Kristoff had never been jacked off outdoors before, or any other public place, for that matter. He slumped back against the rocks and wondered whether to laugh or shoot his load. He was tempted to do both. But there was something else even more tempting that came to mind.

"Hey, Elsa," he grinned. "Ever had a fuck on the rocks before?"

"No," she giggled. "Wanna try it?"

"Why not?" Kristoff said. "If you like it, we can tell Anna how much fun it is.”

It wasn't easy. Elsa placed her hands on his shoulders, and he took her by the waist and lifted her up to sit on his stiff cock. It was difficult to stand up and keep steady in the water. He finally managed to wedge the hard head of his prick into her juicy opening, and she started sliding down the thick pole.

"Oooooo, yessss," she hissed.

"Shit, yeah, sit on it," he groaned.

Then they both yelled as they lost their balance and went under. They thrashed around and righted themselves, then surfaced, laughing.

"Back to the drawing board," Kristoff said.

"Maybe if I lean against the side, it'll work," Elsa suggested.

She took her place, steadying herself by leaning against the pool's edge, and once more Kristoff lifted her to sit on his rigid fucker. This time it worked. She slid down the stiff prick, taking it fully into her cunt. Kristoff felt his cock being sheathed in velvety womanhood.

"Ohhhhh, God, yesssss, fuck me," Elsa whimpered.

"Oh, Christ, will I ever," he growled.

He leaned her against the side of the pool and started fucking his cock into her while she clung to him and whimpered and moaned with pleasure. He hit her searing cunt soaking his meat again and again. She was every bit as hot and eager as her sister ever had been.

“Do you like that cunt, Kristoff?” she panted. “Is it nice and warm?”

She laughed as she slapped her hands into the water, sending waves of cold throughout it. The surface of the water iced over, pricking his strong back, and the chill stung at the rest of his flesh immersed underwater.

“Better make me come!” Elsa teased him as the chilling numbness drove his orgasm back into his body, away from completion. “Make me come deep in my nice, warm pussy!”

Gritting his teeth and bracing himself against the cold, Kristoff jammed himself against her, finding her body retaining the warmth of the hot springs, even seeming to heat up as he rubbed against her. And her cunt was the warmest of all, it was on fire, offering him succor as he pounded himself into it, its heat flowing out into his loins with every thrust. It felt fantastic—even better than it had before. Her cunt clamped and sucked and tugged at his pistoning prick, and she couldn't stop her heavy hot creaming.

"Ohhhhhhh, yes, so fuckin' good," she moaned. “You’re warming me up!”

Kristoff watched her eyes roll crazily, then close tightly as she was swept away on a tide of pleasure. Her features twisted, her face got flushed, and her teeth flashed as she panted. He caught her arousal and fucked into her faster and harder by the second. He felt her cunt getting tighter and tighter.

"Urnnnhhhhh, Kristoff, you're doing it to me," she suddenly gasped. "You're making me come! Ohhhhhhh, God, yessssss, unnnnhhhhhh!"

"Take my load!" Kristoff yelled.

His voice seemed to echo through the mountain, and he just hoped it didn't bring the handmaidens running. He fucked himself into Elsa as hard and as fast as he could, the friction his only respite from the cold sizzling his senses. Her tiny body was holding up impossibly well, taking every bruising impact as he pumped herself against the unrelenting rock, trapping her pussy where it had no choice but to accept each and every inch of his manhood.

Willfully ignoring the cold water all around him, Kristoff focused entirely on the heat that Elsa offered him, the wonderful warm sheath of her sex around his cock, and he thought of Anna and her hot little pussy, even hotter than Elsa’s was, her screams even louder, her excitement even more tangible as she took his cock and his load wherever he wanted it, the princess wanting it there even more, no matter where it was.

He loved fucking Elsa, but he loved Anna.

He shot his steaming load of jizz into Elsa's greedily sucking cunt, and she wailed with ecstasy as she took it. "Oooooo, shit, cream meeeeee!" she cried. They were both making too much noise, but tonight they were lucky. Nobody heard them and nobody came running to investigate the strange sounds echoing around the mountains. 

They finished coming, and Elsa giggled as she slid off his cock. The heat broke through her magic as she relented, and the water once more bubbled with heat. It soaked into Kristoff like a thousand hands were rubbing it into his body.

"Nice and warm," she laughed.

"It’s even warmer in Anna’s pussy," Kristoff chuckled. "As I’m sure you noticed the last time you ate her out."

Elsa shivered, not with the cold, but with lust. “Let’s get out of the water. I’m getting all prune-y. Besides, I remember you promising to do something to me in my bedroll…”

“What about your handmaidens?” Kristoff asked.

“I doubt you’ll have anything left for them. They’ll just have to fuck each other.”