The Virgin Sister

We left a trail of wet footprints from the bathroom to the massive four-poster bed. The fire I had summoned earlier was roaring in the hearth, casting dancing shadows against the walls, painting the room in shades of orange and gold. The air was thick with humidity and the scent of rose oil radiating from our heated skin.

Elsa climbed onto the bed first. She didn't lie down; she sat back against the velvet headboard, spreading her long, pale legs wide. She looked like a pagan idol, naked, wet, and imperious. She patted the space between her thighs. "Come here, Anna," she purred. "Sit with me."

Anna hesitated by the edge of the mattress. She was shivering, the cool air of the bedroom hitting her damp skin, but mostly she was trembling from anticipation. She looked at the bed, then at the monster of a man standing at the foot of it. "Is it... is it going to hurt?" she whispered, looking at my erection.

"Yes," I said honestly. "At first. But pain is just the ice cracking before the river flows."

Elsa reached out. "I'll help you hold it."

Anna climbed up. She crawled over the sheets and settled herself between Elsa’s legs, leaning her back against her sister’s chest. It was a nest of royalty, the younger sister cradled in the arms of the elder. Elsa wrapped her arms around Anna’s waist, her chin resting on Anna’s shoulder. They looked uncannily alike and yet perfectly different. The Platinum Queen and the Redhead Princess, both spread open for the same King.

"Open your legs, Anna," Elsa whispered into her ear. "Wide. Let him see everything."

Anna took a deep breath and obeyed. She spread her knees. She was beautiful. Her thighs were soft and dusted with pale freckles. Her pussy was crowned with a patch of bright copper hair, glistening with bathwater and her own nervous arousal. It was small, tight, and untouched. A sealed flower.

I moved to the edge of the bed. I knelt between Anna’s ankles. The visual was staggering. Two sets of legs spread before me. Four royal breasts heaving in unison. I placed my hands on Anna’s knees, pushing them wider. "You are so small," I growled, looking at her entrance. "So tight."

"I... I've never..." Anna stammered, her hands gripping Elsa’s forearms which were wrapped around her stomach.

"I know. You're the virgin snow. And I'm going to leave my footprints."

I lined up. The head of my cock brushed against her slit. Anna flinched, sucking in a sharp breath through her teeth. "It's hot!" she squeaked. "It burns!"

"Relax," Elsa cooed, kissing Anna’s neck. "Don't fight him. If you fight, it breaks. If you yield, it stretches."

I didn't rush. I pushed forward slowly. My tip entered her. It was a struggle immediately. She was incredibly tight, a ring of iron innocence. I could feel the ridge of her maidenhead blocking the path. Anna whimpered, arching her back, pressing harder into Elsa. "It won't fit!" she cried, tears pricking her eyes. "It's too big!"

"It fits," I said, applying steady, relentless pressure. "You were built for this. You just don't know it yet."

I pushed harder. Pop. The sensation was distinct, a wet, tearing snap. I breached the barrier.

Anna screamed, a sharp, high-pitched cry of shock and pain. "Elsa!"

Elsa didn't stop me. She clamped a hand over Anna’s mouth, muffling the scream, pulling Anna’s head back against her shoulder. "Take it," Elsa hissed, her own eyes rolling back as she watched the penetration. "Be a good girl and take the King."

I drove in. Inch by agonizing inch. I stretched her, filled her, claimed her. Anna sobbed into Elsa’s hand, her body twitching, her inner walls clamping down on me in a **** attempt to reject the invasion. But I was inevitable. I sank to the hilt. My pelvis hit her wet, freckled ass cheeks. I was buried deep inside the Princess of Arendelle.

I stopped, holding perfectly still to let her adjust. We were a totem of sex. Elsa anchoring the back, Anna impaled in the middle, and me driving the pile. "Look," I commanded.

Anna lowered her gaze, blinking through her tears. She saw where our bodies met. My throbbing, thick shaft was completely gone, swallowed by her small body. Her skin was stretched taut around the base. A single drop of blood, bright red, mixed with the clear fluids on her thigh.

"You're full," I whispered.

Anna let out a shaky breath. The sharp pain was fading, replaced by a dull, heavy ache of fullness that was strangely intoxicating. She felt... occupied. Owned. "I can feel you..." she whispered, her voice trembling. "In my stomach. You're so deep."

"I'm touching your heart, Anna."

I began to move. Slowly at first. Withdrawing almost all the way, then sliding back in. Schlick. The sound was wet and tight. Anna moaned, her head lolling back against Elsa. "It... it feels..."

"Hot?" Elsa suggested, biting Anna’s earlobe.

"Yes," Anna gasped as I thrust again, hitting a sweet spot that made her toes curl. "Burning!"

I picked up the pace. Her tightness was incredible. It milked me with every stroke. The friction was intense, heating us both up. Elsa couldn't stay passive. She began to fondle Anna’s tits, pinching the nipples, distracting her sister from the pain below. "That's it," Elsa encouraged. "Ride the fire."

Anna’s sobs turned into moans. She started to push back against me, meeting my thrusts. The instinct was taking over. The "spare" princess was finally the center of attention, finally filled, finally warm.

"You belong to me now," I growled, slamming into her, making the heavy bed frame creak. "No Prince Hans. No Kristoff. Just me."

"Just you!" Anna screamed, clutching Elsa’s arms. "Only you!"

I looked at Elsa over Anna’s shoulder. The Queen watched me fucking her sister, and her expression was one of pure, vicarious lust. "Your turn next, Queen," I promised, not breaking my rhythm. "I'm going to knot you both together."