Royal Bath

The bathroom of the Royal Suite was a sanctuary of steam and marble. A massive, sunken tub dominated the center of the room, filled with steaming water that smelled of lavender and rose oil. The heat was thick and humid, fogging the mirrors, a perfect climate for a world trying to forget the cold.

I stood by the edge of the tub. "Coat," I ordered.

Elsa didn't hesitate. She shrugged the heavy black fabric off her shoulders. It pooled on the tiled floor, leaving her standing in the steam, completely exposed. Anna gasped, her hands flying to her mouth. This was the first time she had really seen her sister. Not just seen her naked, but seen the aftermath of the mountain. Elsa’s pale skin was a canvas of ownership. Her neck was mottled with purple love bites. Her breasts were swollen, the nipples dark and sensitive. Her inner thighs were streaked with dried fluids, mine and hers. There were faint, reddish handprints on her hips where I had gripped her with burning ****.

"Elsa..." Anna whispered, her voice trembling. "You're... hurt."

Elsa looked down at her own body, tracing a bruise on her breast with a delicate finger. She smiled, a soft, dreamy expression. "I'm not hurt, Anna," she murmured. "I'm marked. There's a difference."

She stepped into the water. She hissed as the scalding liquid touched her skin, but she didn't stop. She sank down, the water rising to her waist, then her chest. She floated there, her hair fanning out, looking like a siren returning to the sea. She looked up at me, waiting.

I undressed quickly. Boots, trousers, shirt. Anna watched me, her eyes wide and unblinking. She had felt my body through clothes, but seeing it, the scars, the muscle, the sheer size of me compared to the boys of Arendelle, was a revelation. She swallowed hard, her throat clicking audibly in the quiet room.

I stepped into the tub. The water was hot, but to my current form, it was lukewarm. I sat on the submerged bench, the water lapping at my chest. Elsa immediately moved. She drifted through the water and settled between my legs, resting her back against my chest, her head on my shoulder. She was right back where she belonged, her firm and squishy ass pressed against my hardening cock.

I looked at Anna. She was still standing by the door, clutching her skirt, looking like a lost child at the edge of a playground she wasn't sure she was allowed to enter. She looked at Elsa, secure and loved in my arms. Then she looked at herself, bundled in her winter dress, isolated.

"You're overdressed, Princess," I said, my voice cutting through the steam.

Anna jumped. "I... I just... is this allowed?" She gestured vaguely at the tub. "I mean... sisters? And... you? It feels... forbidden."

"The rules of Arendelle are frozen outside," I told her. "In here, there is only one rule: Heat."

I extended a wet hand toward her. "Do you want to be warm, Anna? Or do you want to stay in the cold?"

Anna looked at my hand. Then she looked at Elsa. Elsa opened her eyes and smiled encouragingly. "Come in, Anna. The water... it feels like him."

That broke her. The fear of missing out, the **** need for connection after years of closed doors, it was stronger than her modesty. "I want to be warm," she whispered.

She began to undress. She was clumsy with the buttons, her fingers shaking. The heavy winter dress fell to the floor. Then the petticoats. Then the corset. She was different from Elsa. Where Elsa was tall, regal, and willowy, Anna was softer. She was shorter, slightly curvier, with a dusting of freckles across her chest and shoulders that Elsa lacked. She was ripe, eager, and undeniably cute. She shimmied out of her bloomers, standing naked on the tiles. She wrapped her arms around herself, hiding her breasts, shivering not from cold, but from nerves.

"Beautiful," I stated.

Anna flushed pink, from her hairline to her toes. She stepped gingerly into the tub. "Ooh! Hot!" she squeaked, lifting a foot.

"Get in," I commanded gently.

She sank into the water. The heat enveloped her. She sighed, a long, releasing sound as the tension melted from her muscles. She floated across the tub, unsure where to go. Elsa reached out. She grabbed Anna’s hand and pulled her. "Come here," Elsa said.

She guided Anna until the younger sister was kneeling in the water between Elsa’s legs, facing us. The dynamic was set. I was the throne. Elsa was the Queen sitting on my lap. And Anna was the supplicant kneeling before us, framed by her sister’s pale thighs.

"She's never been touched, Master," Elsa whispered to me, running a wet hand through Anna’s red hair. "She's pure."

"I know." I reached out. I placed my hand on Anna’s wet cheek. She leaned into it instantly, closing her eyes, nuzzling my palm. "You saved me," she whispered. "On the mountain. You saved her too."

"I'm going to save you again," I promised.

I took the bar of soap from the ledge. I handed it to Elsa. "Wash her," I ordered. "She's been running through the snow all day. Make her clean for me."

Elsa took the soap. She lathered her hands. Anna’s eyes went wide as her sister’s soapy hands touched her shoulders. "Elsa?"

"Shh," Elsa soothed, sliding her hands down Anna’s arms, then over her chest. "Let me take care of you. We share everything now, Anna. The castle. The kingdom." Elsa’s hands moved over Anna’s breasts, slippery and slow. "And the King."

Anna gasped, her nipples hardening under her sister’s touch. She looked at me, looking for permission to enjoy it. I nodded. "Good girl," I murmured.

Anna let her head fall back, surrendering to the sensation of the hot water, her sister’s hands, and my burning gaze. The taboo was shattering, dissolved in the steam and the overwhelming presence of the Master.