Trade Agreements

   Princess Rapunzel of Corona pulled back from her cousin, Queen Elsa of Arendelle, her green eyes wide with amazement. “This isn’t what I imagined when you said you needed me to go over our trade agreements!”

 

   “We are trading, Princess,” Elsa said huskily as she leaned in to kiss the younger girl again. Their lips met and the queen slid her tongue inside her cousin’s mouth searching for a partner. Rapunzel returned the kiss ardently, trading spit with the platinum-haired beauty.  

 

   “It looks like that thief of yours has already taught you a thing or two,” Elsa told Rapunzel. She trailed a cool tongue across the other girl’s cheek. “More’s the pity,” the queen whispered into her ear before licking it. Her lips chilled as Elsa began to suck and Rapunzel’s light moaning broke off into a string of giggles.    

   

   “That’s cold, Elsa!"

 

   “Queen Elsa,” the older girl corrected, biting down on Rapunzel’s earlobe; Rapunzel gasped. “Queen Elsa it is,” Rapunzel agreed with mischief in her voice, turning her head to catch Elsa’s mouth with hers.

 

   After several long moments their lips parted and Elsa grinned. “Receptive and spunky. I had a good feeling about you, my cheerful little slut.”  

 

   Rapunzel looked surprised, her face scrunching up in distaste. “You shouldn’t talk that way,” She began, but stopped suddenly when Elsa forcefully pulled her body closer. One hand grabbed at her bosom none too gently, roughly caressing her breasts through Rapunzel’s corset.

 

   “I’ll talk how I please,” Elsa purred, “and you’ll talk how I please as well…” Her motions became softer, but she continued to attack her cousin’s breasts, now with both hands. “Right, slut?”

 

   “Okay, Elsa,” the brunette assented, then yelped when Elsa squeezed down hard on her tits. “Queen Elsa!” she corrected hastily, face flushing with shock and arousal at this sudden treatment.  

 

   “Good girl,” Elsa praised her then motioned towards the bed. “Clothes off. Face down.”

 

   Rapunzel blushed, hesitating for a moment before a small smile crept across her face and she nodded. “Yes, Queen Elsa,” she agreed, unconsciously licking her lips as she began to undress. “What about you?”

 

   Elsa lifted a hand and twirled her fingers; her dress shimmered and then began to fall away from her body as tiny ice crystals while Rapunzel looked on, amazed.

 

   “Woah, that was, wow.”

 

   “Hurry up, Princess Slut, or I might do the same to you.” Elsa teased.

 

    Rapunzel gaped. “No!” She quickly continued to disrobe. “I’m going! No need to freeze my clothes off. I mean, I only brought so many, and I can’t very well roam the halls nude, now can I? Well, of course, I could… but what would people think?”

 

    Elsa stifled a laugh. She was surprisingly similar to Anna. And easy on the eyes to boot. A predatory grin spread across on her face as the younger girl finished disrobing and crawled into the bed. Elsa followed.

 

    Rapunzel shivered as Elsa trailed icy fingertips along her calves, working her way up her body. Her touch was cold but stimulating, and Rapunzel felt the warmth that had been building up between her legs intensifying. Elsa reached her butt and started kneading the creamy, soft skin of her ass, drawing a moan from the brunette. The massage continued for a minute and then ended abruptly with a sharp crack.

 

   “Hey!” Rapunzel cried.

 

   Elsa gave the brunette’s pert ass another hard, open-palmed slap. “Get that ass up in the air, slut.”

 

   Rapunzel couldn’t believe her cousin. A warning smack pulled her from her thoughts, and she did as instructed, drawing her knees toward her flat belly and lifting her rear up. She turned her head to try to see what Elsa was doing and was rewarded with another hard whack to her poor, scarlet bottom. “Ass up. Eyes straight ahead.”

 

   A pair of hands gripped Rapunzel’s hips firmly and she cried out in panic when she felt the tip of something cold slide between her butt cheeks and up against her anus. “Elsa!” Rapunzel wailed. “What are you—Oh, God!”

 

   Elsa slowly eased the icy rod into Rapunzel’s tight little backdoor, ignoring her startled cousin’s protests. “Serves you right for giving your pussy away to the first thing that came along, slut. I wanted your first, and I’m going to have it.” Her ice continued sinking deeper and deeper into Rapunzel’s butt as Elsa pushed on determinedly while the younger girl screamed at the unexpected invasion.

 

   Rapunzel inhaled deeply and let out a long wail. Elsa’s hips came to rest against her ass cheeks as she buried the icicle to the hilt. The cold spike that had burrowed into her insides stopped momentarily then began to pull out, sending her into another fit of cries. “I-it hurts!”

 

   “Good," Elsa let out a mean little laugh. "It means you’re being broken in.” Working up a back and forth motion with her hips she began plugging away, hell bent on turning the sweet little princess’s ass into another of her fuck holes.  “You don’t want me growing it any bigger right away, do you?” she growled.

 

    Rapunzel’s only response was to bury her head and cry into the sheets. One hand reached back to her sopping wet slit and started rubbing frantically at her clit. Pleasure mixed with the pain, which was already easing from both the slickness of the ice and how incredibly horny the entire experience had made her, and soon overrode it. Lost in the sensations, she jerked when something tapped her on the head. She craned her neck up to stare blurry-eyed, tears streaking her face.

 

   “—Lsha?” She slurred as a beautiful pussy topped off with a small tuft of platinum blonde appeared before her. “Wha?“

 

   “It’s not going to eat itself out, silly,” Elsa told her with a tenderness she hadn’t recently heard from the queen. “Come on, pet.”

 

   Rapunzel started with big sloppy licks. The icicle in her ass was warming up nicely now; she didn’t mind it now, quite the contrary. But she would have much rather had it plugging the hot, needy hole that was her aching pussy. Where was Eugene when she needed him? “Kween Elsha?” She asked, slobbering all over her cousin’s cunt. “My pssshie...” Rapunzel tried to get the words out, but at the same time she didn’t dare stop lapping away at the vagina in front of her.

 

  “What’s that, slut?” Elsa cooed, her fingers pinching her own ice-hard nipples as she enjoyed the younger girl’s inexperienced attempts at muff diving.

 

  “Puhsheee!” Rapunzel wailed. “Pleeeze?” She took another long slurp, drawing her tongue against the folds of Elsa’s twat. “I neeeed it!”

 

  “I don’t think so, slut. No.”

 

  “No?!” Rapunzel’s head flew up just long enough for Elsa to slam it back down into her bush. Elsa ground her crotch hard against Rapunzel’s lips for a few seconds before easing off. “No. You’ll have to get me off first. Do a good job, pet, and then maybe I’ll reward you.” Elsa sang in a sweet voice.

 

  Rapunzel lapped at the creamy juices oozing from Elsa’s cunny. She tried to pin the taste down, but really couldn’t describe it as anything more than what it was: the raw lust of another woman. Following her cousin’s instructions she began fucking Elsa with her tongue, sucking on her clit, nibbling, doing anything to please the queen and bring her closer to orgasm.

 

  “Yes!” Elsa was shouting. “Eat my pussy, you slut! Bite my clit! Bite it, you whore!” Elsa grabbed Rapunzel by her short brown hair and began grinding hard against her face once more. When she finally came, splashing Rapunzel’s face with her climax, she held the princess in place until she had licked her completely clean.

 

  “Good girl. Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Elsa asked with a lazy drawl. She laid back, stretching out across her luxurious bed to bask in post-orgasmic bliss.

 

  “Elsa!” Rapunzel whined, her face a slobbery mess from the tongue-bath she’d just given.

 

   She shrieked when the icicle in her butt began to expand and hastily corrected herself despite shaking from the renewed attack. “Q-queen! Queen! Elsaa!”

 

   “Please,” the brunette whimpered once she had gotten herself under control. “I was a good girl,” she pouted, bottom lip quivering. “You said...”

 

   “Did I?” Elsa picked her head up to regard the pathetic sight before her. Rapunzel was on the verge of breakdown; she’d already came who knows how many times, but was still attacking her cunt with her hands, desperate for a different kind of attention. “I suppose I did,” she replied, thoughtfully. “Very well. We’ll give the slut what she wants.”

 

   “Olaf?” Elsa called out in a loud, sweet voice. “Could you come in here, please? I need you and your carrot for a very special job.”