Sgt. Kristoff: Sandwiches

        The castle still echoed with jovial cheers and merriment, the household still toasting the honor of their conquering hero. It didn’t seem to matter much that their hero had simply bested a horse. Still Elsa figured any excuse for some revelry was a good one; the castle hadn’t had much to cheer about recently.

        She could easily understand their excitement; she looked back at the man, still shirtless, still gleaming in sweat. It’d taken more will power than she’d admit to not grab the man out in the stable yard. She could feel a little tremor in her hand looking at him even now. She took a deep breath as the three of them walked the halls.

        “Anna, what exactly is going on?”

        Anna pulled Kristoff along by his hand; the image of the small girl tugging at the comparative giant of a man would have at the very least sent a giggle through any maid they might have encountered.

        “Well, you know,” Anna said, squeezing Kristoff’s hand.

“Anna!”

Elsa opened the door to the bed room and Anna nearly pushed the man inside.

        It was his room, Kristoff realized. Half the size of either of the princesses’ rooms, most of the room was taken up by the bed. A small table, a few chairs, and a chest of drawers with a mirror over it completed the room over an area carpet in the colors and iconography of House Aren.

        “Anna what’s-”

Kristoff turned around to find Elsa closing the door behind her and locking it, an unmistakably sultry smile on her face. Before any more protest could be made, Anna pulled Kristoff’s face down and standing on her toes, kissed him. His arms wrapped around her and to Elsa’s amusement actually lifted Anna up until she was almost as tall as he was. It was a soft and loving. They pulled apart for half a moment before their lips met again. Once, twice, three times. Each time they kissed and pulled apart the two became more and more passionate. Seeing the couple kiss brought a delightful warmth to Elsa’s heart. Anna certainly deserved it.

        Kristoff finally put the girl down, pulling his lips away from hers, “What was that for?”

        “Well…you won,” Anna said with a smile. Elsa slid her hand along his shoulders as she walked around the couple.

        “And winning deserves a reward,” she said as her hand slid up his neck and caressing his face while her other slid down his chest.

She pulled away from the man, hands and eyes lingering with each other before Kristoff spoke up, “All I did was pull a rope…”

        Anna pulled her victorious warrior away from her sister and over to the bed and there, kissed him again, pulling him down. The two fell down unto the bed, Anna giggling as they did. Kristoff wrapped his arms around her kissing his betrothed as she laughed, eventually rolling over, leaving Anna on top of him.

        “So?” the younger blond asked, pulling away from the man and leaning back, “A victory is a victory”

        As she pulled him closer for another kiss as Kristoff saw Elsa behind her sliding down her dresses, slipping out of them, a butterfly emerging naked and beautiful from a stifling cocoon. Anna noticed his gaze and looked behind her before looking back, mischief coloring her face. She got off the bed and joined her sister and like her, struggled out of her clothes as well.

        With another pool of clothes on the floor the two most beautiful women in Arendelle stood before the Royal Ice Master. Kristoff had known both of the girl’s bodies, but seeing them there, together, their differences and similarities were obvious. Anna, the girl he’d fallen in love with someone whom he couldn’t truly express how much he loved her, was slim and toned thanks to all her running and dancing. When she moved you could just barely see the muscles moving and working under her skin, the soft undulation of the human body at work. Her breasts were smallish but supple with faint freckles dancing over her shoulders and chest. In Kristoff’s mind, Anna’s body was made to be kissed.

        Elsa slid her arm through her sisters as the two of them smiled and walked towards him. The platinum blond had wormed her way into his heart, he couldn’t really explain it. Elsa was more curvaceous, voluptuous compared to her sister. Wider hips that could mesmerize and, Kristoff increasingly believed, would look perfect holding a baby. There were time’s when Kristoff would have to stop himself from sliding a hand along her side, or cupping on of the queen’s breasts in his hands. Elsa’s body, Kristoff had determined, as made to be touched.

To say that the vision assaulting him was beautiful would be an understatement.

        “So?” Anna asked.

        “I uh… I think I needed to go a few more rounds to deserve this…”

        “Oh, we can arrange that,” Elsa said, crawling into the bed her hips slowly sliding back and forth as she crawled towards him. She placed a hand on his stomach and Kristoff felt his skin cool as she pushed him flat onto his back. Lowering her head to his stomach Elsa placed snowflake kisses against his skin. His skin was hot, tasted like sweat, and smelled like a work shed. The more of the smell and the taste she got the more the small fire in her was fanned. She followed the follicle forest up his stomach, sliding her body along his own, to his chest.

        Before she could reach his lips, Anna was at Kristoff’s side, pulling his face to hers. As his tongue explored her mouth Kristoff felt Elsa’s hands running down his stomach and pulling at his pants. Anna’s soft moans into the man’s mouth turned into a groan as a knock came from the door. She pulled away from her would be husband as both he and her sister stopped and listened.

        “Ice Mast- Er. Sir Kristoff?” Kristoff never liked being called on by his title, but half of the castle staff refused to call him anything less than Sir. He’d never even been knighted “Me and the boys just wanted to congratulate you. Sir Kristoff?”

        With a groan Anna got up from the bed, pulling a sheet with her. With an ‘ouf’ Kristoff and Elsa slid around the bed as the sheet slid away.

        “Hello? Are you in there, Sir-”

        Butlers are commonly known as the most unflappable people in the world, and Castle Butlers even more so. Years of seeing the uglier side of royalty would seem to take the surprise out of anything. But one of the things that just might was having a door opened to see the crowned princess naked but for a bed sheet. Anna was thankful at least that with the door open you couldn’t see the bed.

        “The Ice Master is busy right now!” she said, exasperation coloring her tone.

        “Oh! Y-your highness,” the man tried to find a place to look that wasn’t the princess, “Er. I just wanted to see if-“

        “Why don’t you go congratulate Kai!” Anna said, “He does so much for everyone and no one ever thanks him!”

        “Er. Yes ma’am!”

        Anna nearly slammed the door in the man’s face. Waiting there until she could hear his footsteps before turning around Anna found that Kristoff’s clothing had joined hers and her sisters on the floor. Elsa had her arms wrapped around Kristoff’s neck their foreheads pressed together, Elsa sighed as Anna watched the man’s hand slide betwixt her legs.

        Kristoff would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the feeling of the downy hair between the queen’s legs as he filled his hand with her mound. Elsa breathed heavier and heavier as she felt the man’s fingers slide between her lower lips, rocking her hips against his hand and running her fingers through his hair. Her eyes widened and she let out a gasp, pulling the man’s head to her breast as she felt him slip a finger inside of her. Kristoff’s other hand slid up from the queen’s hip to her breast, rolling and squeezing whilst he took the other into his mouth. Elsa had missed this. Ever since Anna had come back from her recent trip the two hadn’t had much time together, feeling him so close was nearly blissful.  

        Anna was under no illusions that her sister and surely soon to be husband had slept together, but she hadn’t expected them to be so… in sync with each other. This whole thing was Elsa’s idea; maybe it was really just an excuse for her to spend another night with him?

 “Excuse me?” Elsa gave off a mournful sigh as Kristoff pulled away and turned to the queen’s sister. Anna, hands on her hips and bed sheet pooled at her feet, practically glaring at the pair. Kristoff flashed her a sheepish grin as she crawled back onto the bed, sitting down with a huff.

        “I see you two are getting along,” she said.

        “Ah well-” Kristoff began.

Anna looked over at her sister, all blushing cheeks, sitting there leaning on her hand. Her curves, her eyes, her chest rising and falling ever so lovely. She could even lounge beautifuller. More beautifully. Whatever. “Oh no no. I’m sure you’ve had plenty of fun,” Kristoff’s enjoyment was more than apparent, “I’m just wondering maybe how much fun…”

        Elsa’s brows furrowed as she looked away while Kristoff worried over the younger sister.

        “Anna it’s not like-“

She pointed at the man, “Oh no. No no no. You are gonna tell me exactly what you two did,” her finger waved from him to her sister and back, “both of you.”

        “Anna, is this really necessary?

        “Oh I think it is,” both Anna and Kristoff were surprised to hear the words come from Elsa’s lips, “But, I think maybe you should show her,” Elsa looked like the cat that got the cream as she pulled her sister closer to her man as Anna let out an ‘oh’

        “Yes,” the younger sister said, “Yes. Yes that.” She smiled putting her arms around Kristoff’s neck as he chuckled Elsa looked on smiling as Kristoff pulled Anna close and they shared a quick kiss. Anna couldn’t help but giggle as she felt his hand tickle up her back and smile as her fiancée looked into her eyes. He kissed her again exploring her mouth while his hands explored her body. Anna let out a soft little groan as she felt Kristoff’s hand slide along her inner thigh, she quickly pulled away, swatting his hand away and glaring at him, “Oh no. No. You still have to tell me.”

        Kristoff sighed and looked away. “I’m not really so-” Anna held his burning cheeks. He was always so handsome when he was dissettled.

        “I’m not mad,” she said, “just…” she looked away for a second and trailed off before looking back, “curious. Only if I’ve missed out on anything…”

        “Alright, alright… ah. Well. um.”

        So cute.

        “Start at the beginning.” Anna said, taking his hand and sliding it along her stomach to her chest.

So he did. Kristoff recounted His and Elsa’s first time, the whole time Anna slid his hand over her body. Whenever she felt he’d skipped something she’d pull his hand away from her and glare. He’d correct himself and be took his hand back.

        To Kristoff it seemed that knew exactly what he was going to say. Before he could get to some detail she was already moving his hands to just the place to experience it herself, groping herself with his hand, pushing her body into his palm, sliding his fingers to the increasing moistness between her legs. As this went on Kristoff would hear a groan from the queen behind him and he could guess at what she was doing. He didn’t dare turn to look at her, not with the lovely sight urging on his story.

        “And then what happened?” Anna said with a breathy sigh as she slid his fingers along her nethers.

        “Well ah… then we-”

        “I think I can guess…” Anna once again held the man’s face and pulled him down flat onto the bed. As she did so Kristoff stole a glance aside. Sure enough, Elsa was laying against the sheets; hair mussed, rebellious locks of hair draping in front of her face, but not enough to hide her eyes from staring at the couple before her. She always did have a habit of running her hands through it when she got ‘excited’ he remembered. Kristoff couldn’t help but notice her hand dipped between her thighs or her teeth biting into her lip.

        Kristoff felt Anna’s hand slip between them, sliding along his length teasingly. When she pulled his head down she guided him into her. She was warm and ready and Kristoff slowly plunged forward as she held his head to her lips. When he pulled away Kristoff could hear little whimpers from the girl beneath him as he pushed on. Anna cooed in his ear at the slow loving pace, it was how they would always do this. With him fully engrossed in her velvety warmth Anna pushed Kristoff’s head back and looked up at him smiling and red.

        “What about the second time?”

“What?” when Kristoff tried to pull away she crossed her legs around his waist squeezing him close , his confusion and the wonderful filling feeling causing her to giggle.

Anna grinned underneath him, “So what about the second time?”

        “Well we, ah. Were talking. She was upset over you leaving…” As he began the story Anna relaxed her legs, letting him pull away. Anna expected him to stop, so she let out an elated gasped when he pushed forward, filling her again. Delightfully, Kristoff rocked his hips against his fiancée and as she cooed softly, told her of the second time he slept with her sister.

        “We were- were kissing. She- ah. Ah-Mmm” Anna pulled him into a kiss again. When Kristoff could finally pill away from her sweet lips, he found that she was a supplicant before him.

        “Do it like you would with her,” she whispered, as if she was scared to make the request. Anna could have sworn she could feel the man twitch inside of her.

        There really wasn’t anything Anna could ask of Kristoff that he wouldn’t do. He kissed her softly before leaning back, sliding his hands from her back to her shoulders, down over her breasts and then down to her hips. His eyes lingered with hers, one last silent request for assurance.

        Anna laid out before him was a sight Kristoff seldom got to see, nubile and supple and most importantly, in love with him. For all their differences, Kristoff had quickly realized that even with all the positions he and the girls had ever tried both of them would always prefer the most skin contact possible. She blushed at his gaze and when she gave him a shy smile Kristoff withdrew from her warmth. Anna sighed at the absence and gasped as her man surged forward, unused as she was to his forcefulness.

        This. This wasn’t how he usually was, Anna thought. Kristoff was always so belyingly gentle with her. As he came forward again Anna could feel him push against that wonderfully ticklish sweet spot deep inside her. He came forward again and again each time Anna felt a little fuller, a little warmer.

        “Wha-what n-next?” Anna said, her whole body pleasantly rocking to Kristoff’s affections.

Kristoff’s hands slid along her silky skin, one stroking her rump and down her thigh, holding her leg to enter deeper into her loveliness. His other hand slid along her flat belly his rough fingers softly outlining the barely visible muscles of her abdomen before caressing up to her breast.

        “She. Lay down just. Just li-ah. Like this.” He said, groans and pants interrupting his story.

        Elsa moaned to herself as he recounted their tryst, she could barely pull her eyes away from the pair. Her hips bucked against her own ministering hand whilst her other rolled at her breast as she imagined she was still watching, and at the same tie replacing, her sister. Somehow watching her sister and the man they both loved practically rutting against each other while he told her about her own escapades with the man made her memories of those times all the more vibrant.

        And yet she still found her own release desperately out of reach. No matter how much she did the twanging fire in her only burned more. Elsa looked over her sister. She seemed to be miles away, yet still easily within reach. She watched the girl writhe at Kristoff’s touches and thrusting, her belly quivering softly, her breasts bouncing so tantalizingly. Elsa watched her sister grip the sheets, face flushed, mouth open and filling the room with moans as Kristoff told her how Elsa had reacted to their second night together.

Elsa recalled a dream she’d never told anyone about, a dream where it wasn’t Kristoff that came to her at night but Anna. She’d been so sweet and cute, Elsa remembered. With a sigh she pulled her hair away from her mound, her hand glistening with the fruits of her pleasure and frustration, and crawled over to the two lovers. If either of them noticed her they didn’t give a sign. Kristoff pulled the younger sister hard against him telling her in barely more than a whisper how he’d pleasured the queen. Elsa blushed at the memory, a pair of phantom lips at her breast and invisible fingers creeping along her backside.

        Anna smiled as her sisters face came into view. Her bangs were hanging loosely now, strands of a curtain surrounding her face, “I think you’ve- ha-had more fun than me…’ she said through her sighs.

        Elsa felt her heart race at that smile. It always did a little bit, whenever her sister was able to show her affection. She’d missed her so much in all those years they were apart. To Anna, Elsa looked almost that she would cry.

        “Not for long…” Elsa said, her face lowering and bringing soft cool lips to the princess’ skin.

Anna’s sharp breath at the contact brought a smile to Elsa’s lips as she started counting the freckles on her sister’s neck and shoulder. Like her man, Anna’s skin was beaded with sweat, but she tasted sweet on the queens lips, like strawberries. A delicate hand slid along the princess' skin, feeling every little bump of her goose flesh as she cooled the skin with lips and fingertips. Elsa liked the thought that Anna’s ohhs and ahhs were because of her. Her hand slid across her breast, fondling her softly, as if testing the waters. Anna Closed her eyes, and reveled in the feeling of two many hands against her body, of parts of her feeling like she was burning, melting, of other parts of her feeling that brisk prickling cold of a winter morning. Ice cubes slid over her sucking at her skin.

        Elsa pulled away from her sister and smiled at the blissful little ‘O’ her mouth made. She looked back at Kristoff. He’d stopped his story when she’d come over and when her hands and lips started to please her sister had even stopped his ploughing. His mouth made a delightfully cute ‘O’ as well. Elsa slid herself down and finding some ripe sweet fruit, plump in her fingers, she took her sisters breast into her mouth.

        Elsa went after her sister like a suckling babe and Kristoff was more than a little surprised. Anna had told him she’d had a dream or two about her sister, but he didn’t know anything like that with Elsa. The queen’s hand slid to the girls other side, and slowly peeled his own hand away. Both of the girls seemed to be taking great joy in the attention the queen gave her sister and so did Kristoff. Elsa wasn’t lying on the bed anymore, she had pulled her knees under herself, and as she kisses and loved at her sister’s breast her read swayed almost waggling. She’d done that, once or twice with him.

        The man found his hand sliding along the queen’s shapely back, tracing the hills of her shoulder blades, the valleys and ridges until her came to her rump. He squeezed it and was pleased to hear two moans from the girls before him. Kristoff smiled as he squeezed again for another groan, before his fingers crept lower, slipping along her folds and finding her more than ready. He brought his other hand to Anna’s and gripped it tightly before plunging forward once again.

        Both Anna and Elsa groaned at the feeling of being filled by the man once again, Elsa even pulling her mouth away from her sister’s flesh. Elsa pushed her hips back against the ice harvester’s hand while Anna did her best to buck her hips against his own. God he loved his girls. He squeezed at Elsa, lifting her up so he could slip his fingers into her deeper, and reach her wonderful little nub. His thumb slipped into her while the rest of his fingers spread themselves over her lips, tickling at her.

        Both girls murmured his name as he drove himself forward again; pulling Anna and Elsa rocking back to meet him. Elsa’s toes stretched and curled as Kristoff gripped at her, part of him wanted to pull the queen over her sister, and slip inside her warmth as well, hear them both moan from the same reason. Oh to be so ill-equipped.

        Anna was having trouble keeping straight who was who. She knew the fullness in her belly was Kristoff, but beyond that, the fingers that gripped and pulled at her, the lips that she could hear murmuring her name, kissing her skin, she was lost. How could someone stand it?

        Elsa’s kisses moved, planting a trail of icy foot prints across the geography of the princess’ skin. The sweet soft feet made a wandering trail up the girl’s chest, to her neck, jaw and chin. Elsa hesitated. Her sisters lips, sitting so sweetly in front of her were just ever so parted as she groaned from Kristoff’s attention.

        Elsa glanced down at where the two lovers were joined, and as she did felt Kristoff once again roll over her own button as his thumb pushed forward. She sucked in a breath and slid her hand back down her sister’s body, delighting in the feel of her skin and muscles as she reached for her intimate folds. She slid her fingers along either side of Kristoff’s length as he pushed forward, caressing them both for a moment. Elsa thought to maybe release the man from her sister. One look at her sister’s face sent that thought running. She slickened her fingers with her sister’s moistness and ran them back up her cleft, finding her bud. Anna reacted to the touch with a great moan, just as Elsa had hoped. The queen cut off her sister, pressing her lips to hers, and exploring her mouth with her tongue.

        The feel of her sister’s icy tongue, and her cool touch at the blazing warmth between her legs sent waves through Anna. She wanted to hold the queen’s body against her, to touch her like she did her, but she was scared to let go of the sheets. It was all just too much. Anna’s legs squeeze tight around Kristoff’s waist as she wailed her hips grinding against Kristoff’s. Her hands tensed and for a moment she thought she’d torn the sheets to shreds. Her skin was on fire, and her hair stood on end as she felt the earth slip out from under her. Anna pulled away from Elsa’s lips and moaned chanting her sister and her fiancée’s names.

        Feeling Anna’s legs clamp around him, and feeling the girls need for him inside her was almost enough, but watching the two girls kiss, the queen pleasuring her sister, sent him over the edge. His hand pulled away from the queen and gripping Anna’s hips and plunged forward with almost reckless abandon. Anna writhed at his thrusts as her pursued that burning whiteness in his own mind, he squeezed at her hips. Grunting an ‘I love you’ he pulled the princess hard against him and Anna felt him twitch inside of her, pouring himself into her. Kristoff held still for a moment, soft grunts and panting echoing through the room.

        The moment passed and Anna, head still filled with the changing colors of lights opened her eyes to see both her sister and Kristoff above her. She felt the man still twitching inside her as he thrust into her every now and then.

“Is it… is it always like this?” she asked.

        “Not. Not normally,” he said back, a sideways smile over his face.

        “Ma. Maybe I… I like… your way… Elsa” she panted. Elsa smiled at her dear sister as her hand almost absent mindedly squeezed her arm.

“Is… is that it?” Anna asked.

        “Well… no,” Kristoff sighed, “But I… I think you’ve got the idea.”

        “No?”

        “Well…” Kristoff began.

“There is one more thing you haven’t really tried…” Elsa reluctantly said as she looked at her sister.

        “What is it?”

Elsa face practically permanently flushed looked up at Kristoff as she took his hands. She guided them down her body and around her waist, placing them on her hind quarters. She wiggled herself against his hands and let out a sharp breath when he squeezed.

        “Y-you men you two-“ Anna said as she sat up, astonishment in her voice.

        In spite of her amorous state Elsa blushed shyly at the admittance as she nodded. Anna, eyes wide, tried to imagine what it would look like, what it would feel like. She looked at her sister, and then whipped her head around to Kristoff.

        “I want to try it,” she said.

        “Anna, it’s not really something you just go right into…” Elsa said.

        “I don’t care, I want it,” she wiggled her hips down onto Kristoff, making him grit his teeth.

        “Anna, it could hu-“

She pointed at Kristoff, the smiles and blushing of before practically gone from her face, “Can she do it?”

        “Ah, well, yes-“

        “Then so can I!” Anna said cutting off the man’s protest.

        “Anna…”

The princess stubbornly crossed her arms. She’d said her piece.

        Elsa and Kristoff shared a worried glance before the man shrugged, “I uh.. Think there’s still some more around here…”

        Anna watched the pair remove themselves from the bed, and work their way around the room. Kristoff went to the wardrobe and from inside it, pulled out a small jar. Elsa went to the water basin, hips swaying side to side, and took a cloth and poured some of the pitcher into the bowl before bring it and the cloth over. Anna wondered how many times they had done this.

        “D-do we really need all of this?” Anna asked.

Elsa looked her sister up and down, “Yes” she said rather matter of factly.

        Kristoff sat next to Anna, pulling her closer in his great arms, Anna couldn’t help but smile. She looked u into his slightly unsettled face, “Just, uh. Try to relax?”

The jar was unscrewed and inside Anna could see what looked like ointment of some kind. Kristoff scooped a wad of the goo out and spread it along his fingers and hand, lilacs and lilies filled the room. Elsa got up on the bed next to the pair, tucking her knees under her, the memory of her first time doing this echoed in her mind. She was on her knees and he was behind her. It was an accident, he had said later. ‘His hand had slipped.’ Elsa smiled at the memory, ‘Maybe you’re hand could slip a little more.’

        Anna could feel a shiver run up her spine, not sure if it was elation or trepidation at the hand sliding down her back. The ointment left a slick trail behind his hand, cooling her skin. Her eyes closed and a faint sigh broke from her. The hand went down down down, and in her state Anna had nearly completely forgotten what was going to be happening. Until she felt something press forward.

        It was only a finger, she knew, but it felt to be so much more. Larger. It didn’t hurt, not exactly. Not yet, she imagined. Her eyes must have widened or made a sound, because it stopped and Elsa came into her view, kind and worrying.

        “Just relax, Anna,” she said, “It’s okay.”

        Anna let out several shallow breaths before giving a slight nod and she felt Kristoff’s finger move forward again. A quivering groan and she could feel his finger move around inside her.

        She whimpered and Anna felt Elsa’s hand squeeze her arm and her face came so close, “Holy out, my sweet,” she whispered. Anna felt another shiver as Kristoff pulled away and then she felt the finger push back in, further this time.

        “Ahh!” It was like red blossoming in her head. A fire and not the pleasant one that had been so wonderfully quenched moments ago now licked at her, “No! No no no.” she pulled away from the man and into her sisters arms. Elsa could see little tears welling in her eyes.

        “Shhh shhh. It’s okay. It’s okay” Elsa crooned to her sister as she held her close.

        “Anna! Are you okay?”Kristoff said coming up beside her.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” Anna chanted. Elsa wasn’t sure if she was talking to her, Kristoff, or maybe just to herself. Anna squeeze herself against her sister, and Elsa held her, telling her it was alright. Elsa cooed and smoothed the girl’s hair. In all the excitement it had become mussed, she barely had one braid together between the two she’d started with.

        Kristoff watched the two girls holding each other, the queen comforting the princess. He wasn’t really needed there. He leaned down and dunked the cloth in the water bowl, and toweled off the ointment. Give him the sharp smells of pine and cold; this flower stuff mostly just gave him a headache.

        “It just… I didn’t think it-“

        “I know, I know,” Elsa told her softly, rubbing her back, “We did tell you…”

        “I know, I just…” Anna sighed, “I didn’t want another thing you could do that I couldn’t…”

Elsa’s mouth hung open before her brows arched, “Oohh Anna,”      she hugged her sister hard, a veritable bear hug. Anna could hear the thump thump badump beating in her sister’s chest, “Why would you even think like that?”

        “You’re just so good at all these things…” Anna said, “I mean not just you know, these things. But like. You’re beautiful and graceful. You’re so good at running the kingdom and reading and knowing stuff and and-”

        “Ice powers,”  Kristoff said, dropping the cloth back in the bowl. Both girls looked at him, “What?”

        Elsa kissed her sister’s forehead, ignoring the man, “You’ve got nothing to be jealous about, Anna. Besides, you did better than I did the first time we’d tried it.”

        “Really?”

        “Oh yeah, when we’d really tried working on it I was so squeamish. You just jumped right in.”

        “I-I just don’t see how you could do it…”

Elsa glanced over at Kristoff and Anna watched as a wicked smile smeared itself over her face. Elsa turned back to her sister and whispered, “Do you… want to see?”

        Elsa barely waited for approval. The queen practically tackled the ice harvester, bowling him onto the bed.

        “Whoa, hey!” Kristoff said from the flat of his back with the queen on top of him. He wasn’t expecting it after what’d just happened, not that he’d complain. Elsa was a more than pleasant weight on top of him as she ground her hips down against him.

         His hands hadn’t been enough before and as Kristoff slid them around her waist they only stoked the blaze in Elsa’s chest. She pulled the fellow blond to her lips and kissed him, rubbing her body against his, relishing the feel of his hair against herm the heat of his skin against hers. She really had missed this. She felt him growing beneath her.

        She broke the kiss and reached out across the bed, searching for the jar.

        “What are you-“

Elsa smiled, “Anna wants to watch,”

        Kristoff glanced at Anna; she really was watching them, “J-just uh. Pretend I’m not here?”

Elsa reached over Kristoff’s head and giggled as he kissed at her breasts. She grabbed the jar and pulled back, Kristoff sat up to keep his mouth against her skin. Elsa pushed his head away and waggled the jar in his face with a smile.

        Anna was surprisingly engrossed in watching as Kristoff pulled the top from the jar and, just like with her scooped out the goop inside. Less than he’d taken out with her. He spread it out over his fingers and pulled Elsa closer to him, burying his face in her breasts as she let out an excited yelp. His hand slid along her hips and over the curve of her back side. His fingers explored the ample hills and ventured to the crevasse that separated them. Elsa sucked in a gasp and pressed Kristoff’s head against her. They went at it like that for some time until Elsa pulled Kristoff’s face to hers and mashed their lips together.

        Maybe Elsa’s idea really was just for another night, but Anna certainly found herself enjoying it too. Like any of the other time’s she’d peeked in on them. Elsa’s breasts looked practically appetizing as they swayed from her rocking against Kristoff, like fruit fresh from a tree. Anna watched Elsa lean back from the kiss and slide her hand down the man’s chest. Between them Kristoff’s stiffening rod stood, It almost looked like it could belong to either of them. Elsa smiled hungrily and got off of Kristoff’s lap.

        Anna thought Elsa was crawling over to her, but she soon stopped and Kristoff came up behind her, holding her hip with one hand, and himself with the other. Elsa let out a soft whimper and Anna saw her bite her lip, but she smiled as she did. Kristoff let out a pleasurable sigh as he pushed forward again and Elsa moaned as he did, Anna could see she was pushing herself back against him and it wasn’t long until neither of them could push any further.

        Elsa wiggled her hips against him and shared a glance with Anna before Kristoff leaned forward and lifted the queen’s torso until her back was against his chest, both of them on their knees on the bed. Her man’s hands roamed her sister’s body rolling over her perfect breasts as he kissed her neck, squeezing at her hip or her rear, simply caressing her belly. Anna could see everything, even the clearly empty increasing moistness between Elsa’s legs. They were really doing it.

        Maybe Elsa’s idea really was just for another night, but Anna certainly found herself enjoying it too. Like any of the other time’s she’d peeked in on them. The thought of it, watching Elsa take Kristoff in such a way, causes Anna to tingle in a way she hadn’t really known before. Anna never felt her hand sliding down her body as Kristoff pulled back and thrust forward.

        “Ahn!” Elsa gasped as Kristoff came forward again and again. She wrapped her hand around his head, her fingers clumsily running through his hair as she kissed him. He did the same, his fingers sliding easily between the queens silky locks, pulling a few more free from the loose braid that now dangled between her breasts. Anna watched as their tongues obviously fought each other. She could imagine them swirling in each other’s mouths, two little fleshy lovers wrestling between their lips.

        Their kiss broke and Elsa looked as Kristoff… lovingly. That was the only word Anna could think of for the way the queen's eyes shined, how her lashes fluttered, how her lips so wonderfully curved.

        “Oh. Oh! M-my Ice Master…”

        Kristoff never liked his title. Except when she said it. When a woman you love can control ice, thinks of ice as a part of her, well, being called Ice Master takes on a whole new meaning. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her back harder.

        “Ahn!”

        Elsa was having trouble. She tried her best to push her body against Kristoff’s affections, the hand at her breast, his thrusts from behind, his chest at her back, his mouth at her neck. She pulled her hand from his hair, gripping her own breast with his hand, bouncing her hips back against him; she could hear him groaning into her neck. Each little jolt sending her a little higher, a little further.

        “Eh…Elsa? What’s it-what’s it like?” Anna’s breathing was slowly turning into breathy pants.

        “It. It’s hard to explain,” Elsa sighed, “It’s like-“ she gasped as Kristoff pushed forward particularly hard, “Like sitting by a fah! Fire. After a snow storm,” Elsa giggled as she felt Kristoff suck at her neck. Anna’s hand had daringly dipped between her legs as her thighs squeezed together. She wiggled and writhed on the bed, much like Elsa had done when her younger sister was with Kristoff.

        Elsa remembered little fantasies of people finding her and Kristoff before. She cherished her memory of the gallery, but to actually be watched was something else entirely, and Anna was staring right at her.

Elsa, smiling, extended a welcoming hand to her dear sister. She pulled her up from the bed and brought her close. Elsa squeezed her sister closer. She was as surprised as one could be, given her state, at just how much she enjoyed the feeling of her sister’s flesh in her hands. The queen gave the girls hindquarters a squeeze and Anna let out a squeak. She also loved the little noises she made. Anna smelled like Kristoff, hot and sweaty and wonderful.

        As she showered her sister in sweet little kisses, she could hear Kristoff whispering little things in her ear, his hot breath calling her to another kiss. Elsa resisted, kissing Anna’s eyes and cheeks as she fondled her backside, their bodies pressing together each time Kristoff surged forward. And then she felt her sister’s hand sliding up her inner thigh.

        Elsa invaded the strawberry haired girl’s mouth when she felt her fingers slip inside her. A wondrous frizzing filled her head as she was invaded from in front and behind. The kiss separated and Elsa smiled to herself. Anna still had a fair amount of ointment on her.

        Kristoff half heard Anna gasp as he reluctantly pulled his hands back to Elsa’s hips. He was always a little amazed at how closely the girls felt to each other. Both so close-hugging to him, so snug. It felt almost perfect, right, being with either of them. Kristoff stilled remembered the first time they’d tried this, when Elsa felt she was ready. He was scared she might end up getting some unwanted attention, she was so loud. It was a little sad that Anna was keeping her busy like that. Ahh, The girls were kissing again and with him slipped inside the queen like this? He surged forward, bringing her hips against his hard.

        Anna had draped a hand over Elsa’s shoulder, so Kristoff kissed the other, looking over the smaller woman and spying her hand squeezing and working at Anna’s backside. Given the gasp, he could guess what was happening. Both girls also had a hand between them. He came forward again, bouncing the girls against each other.

        He kissed up Elsa’s shoulder to Anna’s hand. The younger sister broke her kiss with the queen and looked at him. Softly panting both she and Kristoff smiled. Kristoff wondered if Elsa had seen because next thing he or Anna knew, the princess was practically lifted up with a gasp. Kristoff pulled the queen back and held her there while he and the princess kissed over her shoulder.

        “Oh God, Kris” Elsa gasped, pressing herself against him, wanting more of him. Elsa kissed at his cheek, little ones first and then harder and hungrier. Kristoff left Anna slips and kisses the queen. She always seemed to know when he was close and nearly always wanted to be kissing him when it happened. He lowered his hips, driving up and into her. Their kiss broke and Elsa let out a gasp before they locked lips again.

        Elsa felt like she could feel Kristoff all over her body. Every push forward filling her and every time he receded, leaving an ever growing hunger. Anna’s working finger’s urged her on and up, and it wasn’t until Kristoff had slid her legs just a few degrees more apart that he’d finally reached inside her and found that one little switch.

        Kristoff could feel the queen shivering around him; almost as if she was cold, but her lips, her hips and the moan welling in her throat betrayed what was really happening. She had come to a great height and she plummeted hard. She constricted and that was all Kristoff needed. He squeezed at her hips and sucked at her tongue as he filled her.

        Elsa’s quavering extend to her wandering hands, sending her fingers further than before and Anna groaned as she tried to pull her sister closer, pushing their bodies together. She felt that same glorious warmth from before crest over her.

        All three of them stood still for a moment, as if a single breath would blow them all to the wind. Anna was the first to let out a sigh, coming down from her high a moment before her sister of Kristoff.  Soon all three of them were sucking in slower deeper breaths. Kristoff jerked forward a few more times before finally freeing himself from the queen. Soft little laughs filled the small room as the three of them lay together. They were thankful at least that it had been so early in the evening when they’d started. They all needed some rest.