A Lesson in Steam

The soap suds drifted on the surface of the water like melting ice floes. Elsa finished washing Anna, her hands lingering possessively over her sister’s soft curves. Anna was glowing, pink from the heat, breathless from the intimacy. She knelt in the water between Elsa’s spread legs, looking up at us with eyes that held a dangerous mixture of innocence and hunger.

"She is clean, Master," Elsa announced, her voice husky. She leaned her head back against my shoulder, looking down at her sister. "And she is ready."

"Ready for what?" Anna asked, her voice small. She looked at me, then down into the water where my body was submerged. She could see the dark shape of me, the size of my thighs, and the shadow of something else rising between them.

"To learn," I said.

I nudged Elsa. "Show her."

Elsa smiled. It was the smile of a woman who knew a secret. She slid off my lap, moving with the grace of an eel through the water. She knelt beside Anna, the water lapping at their waists. Now, both sisters were kneeling before me. The contrast was stunning, Elsa, the pale, elegant Queen with her platinum braid, and Anna, the flushed, freckled Princess with her red hair plastered to her neck.

"Watch closely, Anna," Elsa whispered. "This is how we thank the King for the warmth."

Elsa reached underwater. She grabbed my cock. Anna’s eyes widened as she watched her sister’s arm move. Elsa pulled me up, breaching the surface. Water cascaded off my cock. It stood proud and heavy, twitching in the steam. It was noticeably hotter than the bathwater, radiating a faint, heat-haze distortion in the air.

"Oh my..." Anna breathed, staring. "It's... huge. Elsa, that fits?"

"It fits perfectly," Elsa purred.

She didn't hesitate. She leaned forward, her wet hair curtaining her face. She opened her mouth and took the head. Anna leaned in, fascinated. She watched as Elsa’s cheeks hollowed. She watched the way her sister’s throat worked, swallowing the length. She heard the wet, lewd sounds of suction, shhh-luck, shhh-luck.

I groaned, my hand finding the back of Elsa’s head, weaving my fingers into her wet hair. "Good girl," I praised.

Elsa pulled off with a pop, licking her lips, a string of saliva connecting her to me. She looked at Anna. "It tastes like fire," Elsa explained, her eyes half-lidded. "Like hot syrup. It warms you from the inside out."

She nudged Anna. "Your turn."

Anna froze. She looked at the throbbing member, then at her sister, then at me. "I... I don't know how," she confessed, trembling. "I've never... no one has ever..."

"Just open your mouth, Princess," I instructed softly. "Don't use your teeth. And let the heat in."

Anna took a deep breath. She moved closer on her knees, the water splashing against her full, soft tits. She hesitated inches from me, feeling the heat radiating against her lips. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth. She moved forward.

The head pushed past her lips. Anna gasped through her nose, her eyes flying open. It was hot - shockingly hot. It filled her mouth completely, pressing her tongue down. She gagged slightly, her reflex kicking in, but she didn't pull away. She was too curious. She wrapped her lips around it, tentative and shy.

"Use your tongue, Anna," Elsa coached, leaning close to her ear. "Swirl it. Like you're melting a snowflake."

Anna obeyed. She moved her tongue awkwardly at first, then with more confidence. She tasted the salt, the musk, the power. She bobbed her head. Once. Twice. The sensation of the innocent, tight mouth was electric.

"Deeper," I commanded.

Anna squeezed her eyes shut and pushed. She took another inch. Then another. She was learning fast. She realized that she was in control of the pleasure. She heard my breath hitch, saw the way my muscles tensed. The power dynamic shifted slightly, she wasn't just a passive victim of the cold anymore; she was an active participant in the fire.

Elsa couldn't just watch. She was too greedy. "Share," Elsa hissed.

Elsa leaned in on the other side. She licked the side of the shaft that wasn't in Anna’s mouth. She kissed Anna’s cheek, then moved to kiss the base. Two royalties, sisters of Arendelle, worshipping the same idol in their luxurious bath.

I looked down at them, red hair and platinum hair mixing together. "That's it," I groaned, my hips bucking upward, sending waves through the bathwater. "Drink the fire, ladies."

Anna pulled back, gasping for air, a string of spit trailing from her lip. She looked dazed, high on the pheromones and the heat. "It's... it's throbbing," she whispered, touching her own lips. "I can feel its heartbeat."

"It wants in," Elsa said, standing up in the tub, water sluicing off her naked body. She offered a hand to Anna. "Come. The bed is waiting."