12 Days of Kinkmas – Day #9 – ‘The Interview’

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ELIZABETH ABIGAIL QUINN

PART ONE OF RECORDED INTERVIEW

Date: – 9/12/18

 Duration: – 14 Minutes

No. Of Pages: – 3

 

 

Detective Andrews: This interview is being tape recorded at 10am. My name is Detective Aaron Andrews. Miss, what’s your full name?

Elizabeth Quinn: Elizabeth Abigail Quinn.

Detective Andrews: Okay. Just start whenever you’d like to, Miss Quinn.

Elizabeth Quinn: Uh…I’m not really sure where to start.

Detective Andrews: From the beginning – what do you remember? Or we can do this when you’re feeling up to it.

Elizabeth Quinn: I remember…I…I….It was late. I was…heading out to drinks. A get-together. Only…uh…someone….I mean, I don’t remember the next part…

Detective Andrews: That’s okay.

Elizabeth Quinn: I woke up in the room. Cold, I remember it being cold but it was like a bedroom. Uh. Unfurnished but with a bed… in the middle, the bed that I…uh…was tied to on. And there was this man…A santa, with a santa mask but with the full outfit, the red suit and…He would…He dressed me. Candy Cane socks and….green and red underwear and…this stupid elf hat. I was his Elf, he would say. His sweet elf. He’d..uh…he taught me things at first. How to, uh, kneel. To kneel with my back straight. If I was wrong he’d…

[Elizabeth turns around and lifts up her blouse, showing scars on her lower shoulder blade where she had been struck by the unknown assailant.]

Detective Andrews: He’d hit you.

Elizabeth Quinn: Sometimes with his fist. Other times with his belt. Most times he’d…punish me by uh, forcing me to….orgasm by….by….[inaudible]. A candy cane…. [inaudible]. Other times he would rape me. As a gift each morning he would say, and uh, each night as a goodnight. Sometimes I would wake up and I couldn’t tell what day it was, except that I was…..soaked. And he’d tell me. He’d say it in his santa voice – he’d always use that Santa voice – he’d talk to me about hypnotic suggestion. That he could cause me to…..orgasm. To squirt. I didn’t know what to believe, but sometimes I’d feel…well, I’d feel out of my body. But watching. And I would feel there, and present but I was only watching. And I could see myself… touching myself and….enjoying it? And…orgasming and squirting on cue and on myself and on the bed… I don’t know what to believe now. What was a dream and what was not…I mean I could see myself doing things I…..

Elizabeth Quinn: Before all that…he’d sit and read to me, gently, like some sort of children’s television host. He’d teach me about kneeling, yeah, and behaving – about slave discipline. About obedience. About servitude. About….about….my….

Detective Andrews: When you were found this morning, er, nude in an alleyway off of the CBD, you were talking about….other Elves?

Elizabeth Quinn: Other helpers…willing helpers.

Detective Andrews: Willing? Could you describe them?

Elizabeth Quinn: I can’t…I…I mean, they had their own masks…

Detective Andrews: Anything you can give me.

Elizabeth Quinn: One was a woman…she’d love to…She sounded…foreign? Uh, English I think? The other was a man. I couldn’t tell where he was from.. The both of them would help train me to be…what they’d call obedient, in the name of Christmas cheer. They’d take turns. Sometimes she would come, and feed me breakfast…uh…sometimes fruit…sometimes not. She would force me to watch porn with her and if I didn’t, she would hit me with her…paddle. I would come, for her amusement. Sometimes with her too, alongside her. A double…

Elizabeth Quinn: Other times I would be chained beneath them sometimes, while they masturbated over me, watching me and each other. Sometimes I’d be forced to…perform oral while someone took me anally. It was like being in a nightmare. I never knew it would end. When they would decide to stop flogging me, both of them. Almost in time. Almost.

Elizabeth Quinn: Sometimes…sometimes I could be above all four of us, watching. Like something out of a dream. Hovering and watching me, seeing how pink my….behind was. How raw my skin was, like I wasn’t me anymore. Like I WAS this elf….or that I no longer existed anymore. That I was viewing a dream of myself. Or that I was waking to reality.

Detective Andrews: This was the hypnotic suggestion?

Elizabeth Quinn: Yes. Or. So I think. I don’t know. Is this what you want?

Detective Andrews: Anything you can give us, about who these criminals were, about where you were for so long…Your family filed a missing persons report back in June…

Elizabeth Quinn: June….I can’t believe it’s been so long. This elf – I mean…I’m sorry. I’ve been trying not to do that this whole time.

Detective Andrews: No, do not apologise.

Elizabeth Quinn: They called it speech protocol. If I got it right without missing a beat, I’d be fed. And if I didn’t…

Detective Andrews: We don’t have to talk about it.

Elizabeth Quinn: I’m sorry.

Detective Andrews: There’s really no need to apologise, Miss Quinn.

Elizabeth Quinn: Please don’t [inaudible].

Detective Andrews: I would never. Er, we can stop this here for now.

END OF PART ONE

 

 

 

 

30 Days of Kink – Day #6: My Weirdest Sexual Fantasy

Describe your weirdest/most interesting sexual fantasy.

This is going to be tough because I’m generally weird – my background is in gothic horror. I have a thing for how things of a horror or thriller nature radiate eroticism. It’s something I like to explore in my stories.

I mean, on this blog I’ve written about tentacles and a teen being sexually assaulted by a creature from the ocean below. I’ve written about cults and vampires and ghosts but I think my strangest fantasy surely has to be a poor little teenage girl getting violated by a demonic tree.

I have an interest in that kind of backwoods supernatural horror, the rustic charm of the setting, that almost spiritual feeling of nature around you, that these places around you are ancient- so combining it with a delicious erotic edge, I just couldn’t pass up exploring it.

I just had this image in my head of this poor girl, restrained by coarse vines, being both vaginally and anally penetrated, hoarse from screaming, hurting all over…and yet…forced into submission, into pleasure. Forced into orgasming repeatedly. I think of her body being marked – and I can see these marks in my head as I had these from exploring the country as a kid. But then I think on this ache, of her being torn between this awful stinging bite and her orgasm crashing over her.

It’s almost like some kind of ritual, as if this girl, and her essence and spirit is the nutrient this horrible tree needs. Which is super cheesy I know, but I think of the woods as being this ancient and living and breathing entity and I think how it could actually work.

In the end, after aching in pain all over, abused and broken and hysterical, the tree is alerted to an incoming car, drops the girl, slivers back into hibernation and the girl catches a ride home.

It was inspired by the 1981 horror film The Evil Dead to be sure (which is where the image above is from – this would be the kind of stuff I’d recreate as a photographer if I had the skill to design it all) but I remember it coming fully formed to me in a dream.

But is that most interesting? I’m not entirely sure. I was going to write this as a story, you see, but felt it was too weird that readers wouldn’t accept it. I’m always cautious of that one idea being the final nail in the coffin.

Hera, Ch. 4

Chapter Four

 

Breaking The Girl

 

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Kadie gasped for air.
She could still feel the cable wiggling in her ass, though in reality it had been long removed.
Kadie looked around – it was pitch black.
That’s when she felt the collar around her neck. It was cool and she could feel the leather dig against her neck when she swallowed.
Suddenly doors opened to her left and in whizzed the Med Drone over to her.
Good evening, specimen.
Kadie went to speak, choked and coughed. She tried again.
“Where…am…”
Same place. Time for your mantra. Something I’ve been working on specifically just for you.
Repeat after me:

 I am a slave.

My mind and body belong to my Mistress.

 Kadie just stared at the Med Drone angrily, unable to control her breathing.
“Mistress? You think you can adequately be a Mistress? You’re a machine. You could never be-“
The logs of Captain Fuller dictate to me that she was indeed partial to becoming what humans call Mistress. As the nature of becoming Mistress intrigues me, I will endeavour to learn. As Captain Fuller refused to teach me the laws of Bondage, Dominance, Sadomasochism and Masochism I will learn on my own accord.
“Fuck you” Kadie barked.
The Med Drone looked at her a moment, as if thinking.
Then a tube hovered from the ceiling down to Kadie’s stomach.
Very well.

The tube was a high-pressure water hose and it shot out at Kadie in full force, stinging her stomach, tits and legs in the spray.
Unclean little girl.
The jet stream moved down, trailing the pressure from Kadie’s stomach down to her clit. It was immense and hard against her tender skin.
Kadie screamed against the full force as the jet stream hit her cunt, pain exploding across her body.
The assault continued, numbing her slit and thighs.
Kadie screamed and screamed until she was hoarse, barely able to get anything out.
She could feel the orgasm rising in her. It made her furious. She tried to squeeze her legs shut but now they trembled; now they burnt. She was on fire. She was furious and on fire.
She was coming and furious and on fire.
It hit her hard, knocking her backwards.
A scream tore out through her throat, burning her insides.
The hose kept hitting her on her clit but she was frozen, clenching her eyes shut as if that would help with the pain of the pressure. It didn’t.
The hose shut off.
Tsk Tsk, little girl.
The light in the room went out.

She couldn’t tell the time anymore. Days were indistinguishable. Everything was dark until it wasn’t, when the med drone came in from her left to feed her meals, the light seeping in from the outside.
When Hera

(Sister’s)

Voice came over the comms, specifying her mantra, Kadie screamed. Some days she swore. Other days she cried. Every day ended in the same way, the hose bringing her to the edge of orgasm before Hera

(Sister)

was pleased and they disappeared.
Every morning it was the hose on her clit, ever evening it was machinery cables, filling her ass and cunt. Every day her orgasm was denied.
How many times a day they made her edge, she wasn’t sure.
Kadie was reduced to that of an animal. Grunting, screaming till her throat felt like bleeding.
After some time, her cunt, which was far too tender and sensitive, quivered and Kadie found comfort in the orgasm that felt like it tore her body apart.
Sister

(Hera)

didn’t like that though. She was punished with the cables whipping her ass and breasts.
When was the last time she had slept? Kadie didn’t know.
She wondered this as the med drone whizzed in and the lights flickered on.
Kadie lunged for it but was still being suspended.
Let’s begin came Sister

(Hera’s)

Voice.

I am a slave.

My mind and body belong to my Mistress.

 

 

Kadie didn’t say anything – and the silence was deafening.
Suddenly she felt herself being rotated. The cables that held her in place turned her around so that Kadie’s ass was facing the med drone, with Kadie facing the wall.
I’ve monitored the crew to test how long they can endure pain. Kadie, so far you’ve exceeded my expectations. They have not.
Kadie screamed at the wall, struggling in the air.

Sister

(Hera?)

was silent.
Very well.
A cable struck Kadie’s ass. Pain shot up her back. She let out a howl.
Again.
The cable struck again.
And again.
Both cheeks were turned raw red. Her left side even felt like it drew blood.
Kadie whimpered as she hung in the air, jolting every second while the cable struck her ass.
When the lights went out and the cable’s retreated, Kadie let out a sob. The cable’s holding her, lowered her to the floor, where another pair of cables chained her to the ground.
The cool metal floor of the room was a welcomed relief to her ass and she let out a sigh.

Here she was, alone again. No way of telling the time, body stinging and frustrating of all, her cunt with that dull maddening ache she can’t scratch on her own accord.
That’s when the room lit up and Kadie could hear the whir of machinery.
The doors to the room opened and Bronwyn stepped inside, a metal collar around her neck. She was completely nude and calmly walked towards Kadie.
“Bronwyn?” Kadie hoarsely asked.
Bronwyn didn’t say anything. She came to a stop just before Kadie’s mouth, her shaven cunt hovering before her.

Her face was flat, empty. Nothing was there. Nothing readable.
Bronwyn closed her eyes and started to tug on her pierced nipple.
“Bronwyn, what’s happened to you?”
Bronwyn didn’t open her eyes. She reached down her body and started running a finger down her slit.
Kadie’s eyes followed down to see Bronwyn’s fingers slick with her arousal. Her instinct was to look away.
“S-sister, stop this.”
The cables lifted Kadie on her knees so that her mouth was inches away from Bronwyn’s hands working her clit.
She looked up at Bronwyn and pleaded with her to stop, but Bronwyn moved to music Kadie couldn’t hear.
“What has she done to you?”
At that, Bronwyn’s eyes opened and she looked down to Kadie.
“She hasn’t done anything to doll. Doll wants to be the instrument. But doll knows who She favours. It’s Kadie.”
“Me?”
“Kadie has the mind She favours, the body She delights. One day doll asked after Kadie, but She just got mad.”
Bronwyn turned her back to Kadie, revealing her ass, slick with sweat and covered in scars.
A spike struck Kadie, moved through her whole body. Something warm and anxiety inducing and oh so powerful. She was drawn back by her sudden racing thoughts.
The spike was a single thought: that she wanted to taste the sweat from Bronwyn’s ass.
What would it taste like? Sickly sweet? Salty?
She reeled at the concept and tried to move backwards but nothing worked. She was held in place by those damned cables.
“Doll got what she wants though. To be an instrument.”
Bronwyn moved back to face her, her body stiffening, her hands working furiously.
She moaned, bucking her hips forward. She started to tremble and her hair fell over her eyes.
“Bronwyn, please –“

Fluid smacked Kadie across her face, warm and salty.
Kadie gasped in shock, reeling from the sensation.
Bronwyn spoke in a quivering voice as she squirted across Kadie’s face.
“Doll is an instrument. Doll comes on command.”
Bronwyn’s juices ran down Kadie’s lips and another spike hit her across the face
Tasteittasteittasteittasteittasteittasteittasteit.

She resisted, spitting to the floor.
Bronwyn gasped and struck her face hard, leaving her left side stinging.
“Taste me” Bronwyn howled, demonic.
She grabbed Kadie by the throat and slid her index finger down her throat.
Kadie could taste Bronwyn and God help her, she tasted good.
That that was the first thing that came to her mind – the first thing – caused her to panic. She leant forward, scrambling on the spot.
Bronwyn just giggled and ran a thumb across Kadie’s nipples. “She’s got you, little lamb. My! How she does!”
Bronwyn then leant her head back and spat right in Kadie’s face.
It hit her right in the eye and ran down her cheeks.
Kadie couldn’t help but sob. It coiled up her throat and out her mouth, echoing across the room.

Bronwyn then leant in, right to Kadie’s ear and whispered very quietly.
“Don’t talk, listen. Look to the door at noon. I’m getting out of here. I can’t find the rest of the crew. Come with me.”
“I can’t, look at me!”
“I’ll distract her. You just make sure you get out. I’ve got a plan. We’re getting out on the lifeboats.”
Bronwyn moved away before Kadie could respond.
“Doll is pleased to have shown you who you belong to.” She spoke loudly.

With that, and still trembling, Bronwyn left, and the lights to the captain’s quarters went out.
Kadie was lifted up by the cables, aroused, confused and anxious. Her mind was with the rest of the crew. Where were they?
A thought entered her mind then: If Bronwyn wasn’t controlled after all, why did she still come across Kadie’s face? Was it just an act or was she driven by pleasure.
The doors to the captain’s quarters opened and the med drone appeared.
Time for a lesson came Sister’s

(Hera’s?)

voice.
Kadie prepared to be assaulted for the evening, her cunt left drenched and in a spasm as she denied yet another orgasm all night.
She just had to wait till noon the next day.

 

To be continued…

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.