Ice And Fire, Part III

This is rather lengthy so make sure you are in a comfortable spot and ready to disappear. I hope this was worth the wait.


Elsa came to in a jump start.

Her breathing was fast, out of control.

Her sheets were drenched in sweat and tangled around her waist.

She sat up and sputtered, her saliva flinging across her pillow.

Her arms trembled, and she collapsed across the bed head first.

She saw his face, frozen, splitting into pieces.

His eyes came apart, the pupils stretching beyond recognition.

She tried to scream but panic was taking hold, it’s warm dark touch enveloping her body in its silk. All that came out was a wheeze.

Her legs seemed to swing over the bed, tried to balance but lost control and fell to the ground. 

There was a loud thud and a crack and Elsa felt lightheaded, out of her body.

That’s when she noticed the floor beneath her began to crackle. 

Ice spread out from under and quickly traveled up the walls.

“No, No, No, NO!”

The door to her bedroom came upon and Anna appeared, wrapping her gown over her naked body.

Elsa thought, how long has it been since the bath? 

That’s when she felt the chill snaking it’s way up her legs.

“Elsa!”

Anna ran to her, dropping the gown. 

Her feet slid on the icy floor boards and she tumbled onto the bed.

“Get away from me” cried Elsa, her face was contorted with fear and her voice was full of rage. 

“I’m never leaving you again”

A thin layer of ice was eating at Elsa’s legs, enveloping her.

“Anna..”

“Elsa, I thought the cold protected you”

“I can’t..I can’t breathe..”

“You’re gunna freeze to death!” Anna blurted out. And as soon as she said it, she realise it sounded dumb.

The thin layer of ice was now creeping up Elsa’s stomach. She couldn’t feel her legs.

She couldn’t feel anything. 

All she could feel was hate at herself, guilt for killing the guard.

“You can control it, Elss. Breathing. Practice your breathing”

Elsa was panting out of control. The tightness in her chest was fierce, forcing her to take small breaths.

“You can do it!”

“I….I”

Her throat was closing in.

Her temples felt like they were going to explode.

“I killed..”

“You what?”

Elsa was barely audible. 

Anna was holding onto her, her hands were now in solid ice. The two were frozen together in Elsa’s panic.

“Him…I killed the…”

Anna understood in that moment. 

In that moment, she smiled. She couldn’t help it. The bravery of her, the admission, her true strength. Something deep within her warned her heart. 


The ice was up to Elsa’s chin. She couldn’t look away from Anna. 

For then she felt blessed. She thought Anna was the most beautiful woman in the world. 

That was the moment Elsa realised that she was utterly in love with her sister, just as the ice reached over face and swallowed her whole.



Anna could feel the ice touch her stomach, spreading over herself now. 

The two were going to die together. In each other’s arms. 

She wanted to say so much to Elsa. But where to begin, where to find the words.

“Elsa…please..don’t…”

Elsa’s frozen eyes stared back at her from behind the ice. 

“Please…”

The silence was deafening as the ice cooled around her hips.

“I…I love you”

Elsa stared back. Frozen. Gone.

Anna sat still, awaiting her own death. 

Anna felt a rumbling then. Down where toes were now frozen up. 

It was…warmth. It started up her feet – then shot across her legs upwards across her stomach. 

Anna was bowled over by the sensation, shattering free of the ice. 

Jet streams of fire shot from her palms, in quick short bursts.

Anna screamed, falling against the wall. 

She hesitated, looking at her hands, turning them over, seeing her hands grow warm with an orange glow.


Baffled, she raised one hand and something clicked within her mind. A burst of fire shot out from her palms and dissipated.

How, thought Anna. What is this?

Have I always had this ability? Why is it coming to me now?

She looked back through her times, wondering if something ever happened that she couldn’t describe. Nothing.

She looked to Elsa now and an idea formed.

Breathing jaggedly, her body freezing from where the ice still stung, she held her hands over Elsa. They glowed, warm. 


Anna shut her eyes, forcing them shut with concentration. Hoping against hope that she wouldn’t set Elsa on fire. 

Never mind how or why she suddenly had these powers, there would be a time for questions. Now she had to save Elsa.


Anna felt the warmth of her hands travel up her arms. The idea she could burn alive came to her but she shut it out and kept her hands in place.

There was a loud crack and a horrific gasp for air and Anna opened her eyes.

Elsa was looking back at her.

She was shivering, her lips a pale blue.

Anna’s instinct was to grab the blanket and wrap it around the two of them.

It was only after she scooped Elsa up and the two of them were under the blanket together that Anna realised they were both naked. 

Elsa’s skin was icy against hers.

This gave Anna an idea. She wrapped her hands tight around Elsa, their breasts skimming against each other, and squeezed.

“Close your eyes, Els”


Anna concentrated within her mind on a fire growing, it’s light covering the space before it.

She felt her body start to warm up, and Elsa’s with it.

Anna rubbed her hands along Elsa’s back and heard her shiver.

Her cunt started to ache but she pushed it to the back of her mind. 

The more she tried to ignore it, the more her body seemed to want it. She caught herself leaning against Elsa, her lips riding up her thigh. 


“Am I dead?”

Elsa’s voice was low. 

Anna looked to her, her body acting as a light under the blanket.

“It worked!” Anna cried upon seeing her eyes open. “No, sweetie, you’re not dead!”

She couldn’t help but laugh. 

Elsa registered Anna’s glow. “Anna? What’s happened to you?”

Anna shook her head. “I don’t know. It just happened. One moment you froze, the next..”

“You saved me…”

The two locked eyes, Elsa looked weak but something in her eyes said…

Elsa leaned in and kissed Anna on the lips.


It was sudden and fleeting. A peck, nothing more.

The act still caught Anna off guard. It wasn’t sisterly, or a greeting, as their mother had taught them early on in their lives. It was tender, romantic.

Elsa watched Anna closely, her eyes darting back and forth. Scared. Weak. 

She had no idea how Anna would react, was terrified she’d squeal and let Kristoff take her away. 


Instead, Anna lent in and kissed her back.


If asked to describe those moments, Elsa could not even begin. It was addictive, she couldn’t get enough of Anna.

Her lips were soft and wet and inviting – and one kiss led to another. And another.

Somewhere during the kiss, Anna ran her warm hands down Elsa’s body, almost shyly though. As if unsure. 

When Elsa saw her pause in her face, she gently took Anna’s hand and slid it over her left breast, leaving her fingers over her nipple, which was growing hard by the second.

“Here” Elsa said weakly.

Anna broke the kiss and moved down to the nipple. She considered it and lowered her mouth.

The kiss was soft and quick and Elsa moaned, rising her hips.

Her hands found Anna’s hair and gripped it tightly as a wave of pleasure came rippling through her body.

Seized with determination, Elsa rolled Anna over and now on top, looked down at her nervous sister. 

Freckles were over her breasts, one resting to the left of her nipples, another just below that.

Elsa met Anna’s lips once more, then travelled down her neck leaving a trail of wet kisses. 


She came to Anna’s nipples and slid it into her mouth using her tongue.

Anna shrieked, something high pitched and girly. She did it again as Elsa rolled her tongue around her nipple, savouring the taste of her skin.

The glow of Anna’s hands lit Elsa’s face up as Anna ran her hands through her hair, ruffling it, squeezing it.

Her nipple popped out of her mouth, the bounce sending a ticklish jolt of pleasure down to her. It was unlike anything she had experienced. 


Elsa moved down Anna’s body, leaving a trail of kisses, until she came to her cunt.

The scent was foreign to Elsa but delightful. She inhaled, feeling herself becoming giddy off the scent.

Above her, Anna was making guttural noises, as if gasping for air.

Her hips swayed closer to Elsa, begging silently for her mouth. Elsa didn’t hesitate.

Truth be told, Elsa was terrified. This was her baby sister, her arousal was all around her and not only that, this was another woman. What did she do? 

Elsa ran her tongue along her pink slit slowly, leaving a fine coat of saliva. 

Spit hung from her mouth in strings as she pulled away, just in time to hear Anna’s girlish moans.

Elsa ignored the lingering feeling of guilt as she lowered her mouth onto Anna’s clit, suckling the nub into her tongue, using her teeth to grind it gently. This cause Anna to jerk.

The movement brought about a pleasure in Elsa so she did it again. Again, Anna had a spasm and giggled.

“No” she whispered. “Stop that”

Elsa could barely suppress a giggle. She could barely contain herself – there was a love and admiration so deep for Anna in that moment that she kissed Anna’s cunt full on the lips with an open mouth.

Anna’s body rocked – then rocked again. She was lifting her body up so that it hit Elsa’s mouth.

Elsa grinned then planted her entire mouth covering her slit.


Elsa are hungrily, the taste was indescribable and something within her could not get enough of it. This was her sister. Her baby sister. Her sweet juicy cunt.

She lapped it up, being inspired by Anna’s moans above. 

Her sister was the sweetest thing ever. The perfect woman.

More guttural groans pierced the air and Anna froze, jerked suddenly, then fell limp.


Elsa rose from the blanket and looked at the dazed Anna, her eyes glassy.

Her chest was riding and falling, rising and falling.

“Did you just…?”

Anna went scarlet. “I’ve never that quickly. I’m embarrassed”

Love for her sister coursed through her veins.

She leapt into Anna’s arms and kissed her, hoping her scent was strong enough for her to taste.

Anna’s tongue met hers and the two kissed wildly, passionately. Desperately.


Anna broke the kiss and Elsa felt her hands run down her body.

She groped clumsily for Elsa’s nipples but Elsa didn’t mind, she watched her expression as Anna pulled on Elsa’s nipple. The pain was gratifying.


Anna’s hands reached down to Elsa and found her clit.

She giggled. “I’ve never known you could get so…”

She looked at Elsa and went red again. “You know…”

When Elsa sat up on her elbows, Anna looked away.

“Wet…”

Elsa giggled and stroked her hair as Anna leant in to kiss her. 

The two laid side by side now, with Anna’s hands exploring Elsa’s cunt, her hands stroking up and down her slit.

Elsa found herself clenching, rising up to meet Anna’s hands. 

It was then she realised, she needed this. She needed a release, or her sister. She needed her sister. 


Anna broke the kiss, disappeared under the blanket. 

A moment later, Elsa could feel kisses all over her thighs, tracing up to her cunt.

An Involuntary moan escaped Elsa’s lips, caught her by surprise. 

Her chest felt cool in the night, somewhere a breeze was blowing softly, dancing across her stomach. She could still feel the chill of her powers. 

Another moan struck her by surprise and Anna giggled under the covers. 

Elsa was afraid though, afraid to be heard. But she couldn’t help it, she was on fire, every part of her body was tingling, vibrating. 

Anna had begun her assault on her cunt, moving her tongue around, exploring her lips and clit.

Her cute giggles as she did so was the worst of it. She wanted to taste her again, the cute fucking thing. 

She tried to roll away from Anna but was frozen by a seemingly supernatural power.

Something uneasy was rising in her, and with it a certain pleasure. It rose from her stomach and travelled down to her cunt.

Suddenly her legs began to tremble with every wave of pleasure and she felt the rising need to scream.


It pulsated within her in waves. Her body tensed as the waves rippled through her, coming to an end at her cunt.

Elsa found herself gripping Anna’s hair from above the blanket and cooing.

The waves began to happen more frequently as Anna slid two fingers inside Elsa, causing her to wiggle her ass into the fingers, greedily swallowing them whole. 

She felt flustered, felt guilty at using her sister. 


Anna shrieked as fluid spurted from Elsa’s mouth in sporadic bursts. 

Elsa herself could no longer control her mound or her body, her hands clenched into fists as she groaned something primal and alien. 

She could feel her cunt contracting, was scared and thrilled at the same time.

Anna had shrieked but had not moved, instead her tongue began circling around Elsa’s cunt, tracing where the juices fell.

Where did this come from, thought Elsa.

Her body collapsed to the bed and held her in place as juices trickled out of her.

Anna rose from below, breathless, her eyes wide. Primal.


She rose to kiss Elsa.

Elsa kissed back and in turn could taste herself. The notion made her want to kiss Anna again but she felt defeated by an invisible force.

The two laid there, sweaty, panting, worn out.

“I love you” Anna said.

Elsa wrapped her arm around her and kissed her on the lips 

“I love you back”


The two were intertwined and asleep soundly come the morning, bedsheets tangled in a sweaty mess. 

They did not wake till the afternoon. 





The Contract, Part II

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Note: This is the lengthy second part. So take your time, relax in bed or where you like to read. Hopefully it will wash over you, like the sensations Ariel is about to feel.

Ariel squirmed on the spot – but it was no use, the sea witch’s tentacles held both her arms and legs in a dangerously tight grip.
One tentacle slithered across Ariel’s forehead, brushing her red hair out of her eyes.
Even tied up and at the mercy of the sea witch, Ariel found the sentiment curious. It almost seemed like the witch was interested in more than just taking her, as the sea witch put it.
That was when Ariel noticed she was being lifted upward. Her instant reaction was to use her fin but when her legs kicked away, she had to remind herself she was now human.
With that thought, fear seemed to wash over her – a warm and tingly sensation.
“What are you doing?” She stammered.
“I told you to hold still” The sea witch barked.
A tentacle lashed out across Ariel’s left breast, striking the nipple.
Ariel shrieked at the burning sensation. Both being struck and being lifted in the air made her uneasy. Suddenly, she wished she were on dry land, being comforted by her sweet prince. Maybe this was nothing but a terrible dream?
The sea witch started moving ahead, dragging Ariel away through the cave as if she were a rag doll.
“Please…just let me go. Let me go to him. I don’t like this – let me go to him.”
The sea witch spun back to face her, her eyes fierce. Ariel shrunk back at the sight.
“What is it about this man? How can you possibly have such undying love for a human you’ve never met?”
Ariel felt the tentacles lift her and turn her overhead. Suddenly, she was facing the bottom of the cave. She heard the sea witch chuckle to herself from behind her and felt a cool wind gently kiss her pale behind.
“Such a sweet little pussy. I cannot believe the incantation even provided you with that nice tuft of fur, sweetie. The human will love that…after I am done with you”

It was these words that brought Ariel to tears instantly. They just came in a second, like a light bulb switching on. She could feel the tears roll down her cheeks and across her lips.
“Please. I don’t know if I can do this..”
Ariel thrashed around, tried to kick her legs free of the tentacles but it was no use, the grip was secure.
The sea witch growled at this. The noise sent shivers down Ariel’s body – that same fear mixed with…she’s never felt anything like it before. Excitement? Was it excitement?
“We had…an agreement”
The witch ran her tentacle up alongside Ariel’s ass, stroking the curves.
“And you shall honour that agreement”
At this, the sea witch slid her tentacle into Ariel’s ass forcefully.
Ariel was knocked forward, the air leaving her new set of lungs. Yet, the tentacles held her in place…and somewhere, a vague and faint thought: Excitement.
Ariel felt dizzy as the tentacle opened her ass up, sliding in and out, working forcefully.
There was pain. Throbbing around her ass and coursing through her body…and yet, that excitement remained. A dull ache between her legs that spread down to her ass.
Ariel withdrew into her mind, trying to think of the dry land, of her sweet prince, as she stared at the ground.
She closed her eyes as her body quivered and shook at the mercy of the sea witch.
Withdrawing into her mind eased the pain of her ass but that frightening arousal remained, like the distant rumble of thunder in the storms above the sea.
With her eyes closed she could see him – the prince, in his dashing white suit. Then everything changed. She could see the sea witch, her hips thrusting into her ass. Ariel could hear her moaning loudly in that deep and husky voice of hers.The sight was almost enjoyable –

NO.

Ariel thrust her eyes open and away from the thought. It was then she realised that she was the one moaning, not the sea witch. A mix of horror and excitement washed over. It was warm and frightening and…delicious.
No, Ariel thought. I must try to fight this. I love my prince.
She tried to wriggle free, but that was hopeless. Each thrust of the tentacle in her ass made her legs weak and her mind was only growing fuzzier by the second.
“I hope you are wiggling in arousal, sweet thing” The sea witch cooed lowly.
“Please…my prince”
A tentacle lashed at her ass, sending Ariel forward into the muddy grounds of the cave.
Her breasts scraped against the cool rock, her hard nipples dragging along the bottom of the cave. The sensation stung but with it came a tinge of pleasure.
Her breasts were now covered in the cool mud from the bottom of the cave. Such sensation only served to make Ariel’s nipples ache out.
The tentacle lashed out at her ass again…and again. Each strike harder and harder, all the while the other tentacle worked at her ass, sliding in and out. In and out. In and out.
The sea witch was uttering a language Ariel hadn’t heard before.
“Fucking little bitch” The sea witch muttered.
Ariel could feel the skin tearing away at her breast, yet the sensation only seemed to bring more of that excitement to her. The feeling of having her nipple being dragged across the cold rocks below heightened this.
The pain she felt in her ass and across her cheeks heightened this further as well.

Suddenly, she felt herself being lifted in the air again. Her vision swirled around to face the cave wall this time. Her mind was hazy, her thoughts not even making sense. She tried to escape within her mind to her prince but she could only be present in the moment now, a slave to the witch. A slave to this…desire.
Her vision blurred again as she was moved around so that she was face to face with the sea witch.
“You will look at me when I am talking to you” The sea witch barked. “I want to see your face as I claim you”
“Take it out of me…please”
“No”
Ariel squirmed on the spot. “It’s doing things to me.”
“No.”
“If you cared about me –“

The air was taken out of Ariel so hard she squealed out loud. She would’ve almost certainly fell forward if it weren’t for the tentacles holding her in place.
That was when she looked down and noticed it – the writhing, throbbing tentacle filling up the warm spot between her legs.
Ariel could no longer think straight or concentrate on withdrawing into her mind. All she could focus on was her body being used as an instrument as she was suspended in mid air, tentacles sliding in and out of both her pussy and her ass.
She watched sea witch throw back her head and moan loudly. Ariel found the sight beautiful in a way.
It was oddly hypnotic seeing the witch sway her hips into Ariel. The feeling itself, the tentacle filling up her pussy and tearing out again, was unlike anything Ariel had ever felt. She found a noise escaping her lips – a drawn out grunt – and she couldn’t help but throw her head back and concentrate on the tentacles invading her body.
Horror gave way to pleasure. Ariel found herself welcoming the tentacles, rocking her hips into them.
There was pain, yes, but there was a different sort of pressure building. It sent goose bumps traveling down across her nipples, making them throb.
The sea witch moved Ariel towards her upon seeing this, and brought her mouth to Ariel’s left breast.

Ariel was surprised at the cry that escaped her lips as the witch brought the nipple into her warm mouth.
At this, a tentacle lashed towards the sea witch herself, and the witch’s black top went floating away into the darkness of the cave, revealing her pale and large breasts.
Ariel glanced at them and became captivated at the view of the witch’s small nipple, which was growing hard in that moment.
The sea witch lifted her mouth from Ariel’s nipple and at once, Ariel was propelled forward.
She came to rest between the sea witch’s breasts.
“In this moment, you are mine. So please me”
Ariel opened her mouth without thinking and the witch’s nipple slipped into her mouth. The taste was salty, alien to Ariel. But it stirred a hunger within her. She didn’t want to stop. She had to keep going.
As the tentacles played with Ariel, Ariel sucked and the sea witch spoke in that alien tongue.
“Ooooh, you fucking whore. Yes. Yesss” She hissed.
The two of them writhed around together, connected. They moaned together, first one at a time, each at a different rhythm – then in unison.
Ariel was in a daze, surprised to find she was dutifully working her mouth on the nipple as she was swaying her hips into the witch’s tentacles.

She no longer felt pain, not in her ass, not in her pussy. There was no dull ache of pain, only pleasure. Only the pleasure rose, stirring across her ass and up her back in waves of shivers. It rose and it rose and Ariel felt her whole body quake with something…something of which she had never felt before. She found her breathing became tight and tried to take a breath but her chest was tighter.
Her cries were automatic, coming out from some primal instinct she had never felt before. They became more frequent, higher and higher and louder and louder. Ariel felt urgency, she felt her legs trembling. She felt ––

It hit her. A sharp jolt of pleasure, the pain of the tentacles keeping her arms and legs tightly in place. Ariel’s orgasm washed over, leaving her trembling and whimpering. She collapsed across the chest of the sea witch, trying to catch her breath.

The sea witch smirked down at her. “Oh, you precious thing. My plaything. Your first orgasm…mmm.”
Ariel tried to speak but nothing could come out. Her whole body ached. The pain was coming back. But this time, it brought with it something else. A certain sadistic glee.
“I am not done with you, you understand.”
Ariel nodded. She understood now. The fantasy of the dry land was far away, a dream she once had. Nothing more. She belonged to the sea witch. She was the instrument, Her instrument now. What that led to, she didn’t know. But it was for the witch to decide.
“I-I…u-understand..”
“Good girl” the witch said softly, sliding a tentacle across Ariel’s cheeks.
At that, the witch stretched down, kissing down her stomach. The touch was cool and soft and tender to Ariel.
That was when the sea witch lowered her mouth upon Ariel and began to feast.

Note: Thank you for your positive thoughts. It means the world to me, each and every one of them. Now that you’ve read it – and hopefully haven’t skimmed – I want you to write below how you felt while reading it and what state it left you in. I love hearing reactions so please, humour me.

Amidst The Darkness Within

I have a good relationship with the darkness within me. I feed it, it manages to leave me be. But sometimes it will shock me with its ability to conjure forth an idea and arouse me. Something that appeals to my darkness, something that it craves, sometimes relentlessly, is to find an image, say something from Disney’s animations and exploit that sort of timelessness and innocence. Something that revels in destroying the images from our childhood.

Let’s take a look at Alice in Wonderland: the poor lovely blondie is trapped in a nightmarish mystery land with no clear path to exit. What if The Mad Hatter lifts up that dress of hers, revealing a pair of lacy black panties, and takes her by force from behind before erupting on her face. Talk about a tea party.

What if instead of the order of “Off with her head”, The Queen orders her guards to Gang bang Alice while she watches from her chair, pleasuring herself.

Or let’s look at the attractive sisters Anna and Elsa from Frozen. I feel like I need to write a story where a man seduces them both, leading to a wild threesome that results in an incestuous relationship that would be another way to wrap up Anna and Elsa’s relationship.

Taking Beauty and the Beast is just too easy. The man’s obviously already halfway there – he’s got he anger issues, he’s dark and brooding and hey, he’s literally a beast. He could take her out on the balcony to look at the moon and take her by surprise – a fist full of hair in one hand, his hand gripping her tit in the other.

I don’t know what it is in me that find these images so alluring. I think it’s for two reasons – one, because it’s alluring and two, because the darkness inside of me gets a cruel glee at taking these innocent images and twisting them into something sexual and warped. I love it. That darkness is bewildering and intoxicating all at once.

I wanted to share this example of my darkness within me with the blog world. Hopefully it challenges you and surprises you to think of things that you watched as a child in such an adult way.