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"I'll be out in just a minute, I'm... just a little nervous."

"Of course your Majesty, take your time."

It wasn't lost on Elsa how nervous the servant sounded. The coronation must be very soon, if she didn't... finish, then she'd have to go out there like this. She shivered in horror at the prospect. She gave her hairless erection an angry look that just as quickly deflated. It wouldn't accomplish anything to get angry right now and she was too frightened to really get into the act anyway.

Essentially, she was doomed. Unless...

She'd heard, mostly via the gossiping of servants, that sometimes women (whore's really) would suck on a man's... thing and supposedly it brought great pleasure. In a deep/dark way she'd always wondered what it would feel like but she could never feel that for obvious reasons. At least... not from another person.

As part of Anna's education they had brought in a tutor from the south, Tirsa, whom Elsa had gotten along with quite well on the few occasions she'd allowed herself to supervise. She'd performed a peculiar exercise each morning she'd called 'yoga' that was supposed to improve her body and mind. Elsa had taken the time to learn a little, with the intent to maybe control her powers better. It had mixed results, helping her to better reign in her emotions, but as Tirsa had said she'd never be able to control her emotions unless she faced them. Which obviously was out of the question.

However, she continued practicing the exercise when she could, she found it helped her to relax.

All of which came back to her now as she looked down at her throbbing member and realized that the only willing woman she knew would never tell a soul...

"It would have to be me."

It throbbed in agreement, seeming to like the idea very much.

Elsa licked her lips, "It's... it's really no different from what I've been doing... right? It's all dirty... so really, this is just the most efficient way... if I can..." She braced her legs against the wall, reaching around with her arms to grip her legs. She took a shaky breath and then leaned forward, as far as she could.

The tip of her manhood touched her chin.