The Thaw is Complete

Elsa climbed off Anna’s face, her legs shaking so badly she almost collapsed onto the mattress. She slid down to the side, panting, her thighs slick with the fluids of her own climax. Anna gasped, dragging in huge lungfuls of air, her chest heaving. Her face was flushed, wet with sweat and Elsa’s juices, her eyes wide and dazed. She looked traumatized in the most pleasurable way possible.

"Up," I commanded, not giving them a moment to recover. "We aren't finished. The King is still hungry."

I pointed to the foot of the bed. "On your hands and knees. Both of you. Side by side. Present yourselves."

They scrambled to obey. The instinct to please was now overriding their exhaustion. They crawled to the edge of the bed and assumed the position. The view was breathtaking. Two royal asses, raised high in submission. Elsa’s was pale, sculpted, and elegant, a perfect heart shape of white marble. Anna’s was slightly rounder, bouncier, and dusted with those faint, adorable freckles. Between their legs, their pussies were swollen, red, and gaping, dripping onto the sheets. And above those used holes were the forbidden ones: tight, puckered stars that had never seen the light of day. Elsa’s anus was a pale, pristine knot of muscle, clenched tight in fear. Anna’s was pinker, smaller, and twitching slightly in anticipation of the pain.

They looked like thoroughbreds waiting in the stalls.

"The Royal Stables," I muttered, stepping up behind them. "But you look too pale. Especially you, Queen."

I raised my hand. "I need to put some color on you."

SMACK.

I brought my palm down hard on Elsa’s left cheek. The sound cracked like a whip in the silent room. Elsa yelped, her back arching, her ass jiggling from the impact. A perfect red handprint bloomed instantly on her alabaster skin. "Thank you, Master!" she gasped, tears springing to her eyes.

SMACK. I hit Anna next. She jumped, a little squeak escaping her lips. "And you, Princess. Don't think I forgot you."

I began to work them over. Slap. Slap. Slap. I alternated between them, turning their pale asses a vibrant, angry crimson. I kneaded the flesh, gripping their hips, leaving bruises to match the handprints. It was brutal, rhythmic, and undeniably erotic. The pain brought the blood to the surface, heating them up, making them sensitive and ****.

"Are you ready?" I growled, tracing the crack of Elsa’s ass with a finger.

"Yes!" they sobbed in unison, their asses twitching.

I stepped behind Elsa first. She was still soaking wet from her squirting orgasm. I grabbed her bruised hips and drove into her pussy. Schlick. It was effortless. She was so wet I slid in to the hilt instantly. As I began to pound the Queen, I reached out with my left hand to Anna. I found her clit, then slipped two fingers into her pussy. "Oh!" Anna gasped, grinding back against my hand while watching her sister get fucked right next to her.

I pulled out of Elsa. My cock was drenched in royal fluids. I shifted to Anna. I slid into her pussy, using Elsa’s juices as lubricant. "Yes," Anna moaned as I stretched her again. While I fucked the Princess, I reached back to Elsa. My fingers found her wet slit, teasing her, keeping her on the edge.

"Again," I growled.

I switched back to Elsa. I buried myself in her pussy again, driving hard. But this time, I changed the grip. As I slammed into her vaginal canal, I pressed the pad of my thumb against her asshole. I pushed. My thumb popped past the sphincter. Elsa screamed, her head hitting the mattress. "Master! It’s... it's the wrong hole!" "It's the right one," I snarled. At the same time, I reached over to Anna and shoved my index finger into her tight ass. Anna shrieked, her body going rigid. It was just a digit for each of them, but combined with the fucking, they almost broke. I was stretching them two ways at once, prepping the tight muscles for what was coming next.

"Good," I panted, feeling their sphincters clamping down on my fingers. "Because we have one door left. The tightest one."

I pulled my thumb out of Elsa’s ass. I pulled my cock out of her pussy. Pop. I stayed behind her, but I shifted my aim. I aligned the head of my cock with her asshole.

"Elsa, stay as you are. Anna... turn around. Kneel beside your sister’s hips, facing me."

Anna hurried to comply, rubbing her sore ass. She knelt next to Elsa’s hips, looking up at me with wide, wet eyes. The configuration was set: Elsa’s ass presented to me, Anna’s mouth right next to it.

I grabbed Elsa’s hips. There was no need for additional lubrication. I used the spit and juice already on my cock. I lined up with Elsa’s tight, puckered ring. I shoved. "NNGH!" Elsa screamed into the pillows, her head burying in her arms. I broke through the sphincter. It was impossibly tight, dry, hot, and crushing. I drove to the hilt. I began to pump. The friction was insane. Elsa’s ass gripped me like a fist. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

After ten brutal strokes, I pulled out. Pop. My cock emerged, pulsating and glistening. I didn't wipe it. I grabbed Anna’s jaw. "Clean it."

Anna didn't hesitate. She opened her mouth and took the cock that was inside of her sister's bowels seconds ago. She sucked greedily, her tongue swirling, cleaning her sister’s essence off my shaft, relubricating me with her royal saliva. "Good girl," I groaned, face-fucking her for a few seconds.

I pulled out of Anna’s mouth. "Switch!"

Anna spun around, presenting her ass. Elsa dragged herself up and knelt beside Anna’s hips, wiping her tears. I drove into Anna’s ass. She wailed, a high-pitched cry of shock as I stretched her virgin hole. I pounded her. Her ass was tighter than Elsa’s, clamping down on me so hard I thought I would explode right then.

I pulled out. I shoved it into Elsa’s mouth. The Queen sucked me clean, tasting the Princess' ass.

We fell into a trance. The cycle was endless. Ass. Mouth. Ass. Mouth. I destroyed them. I dragged them into the deepest depths of depravity. They weren't sisters or royalty anymore; they were just holes, **** to be filled, **** to taste, **** to serve.

"I'm done!" I roared, pulling out of Anna’s ass one last time.

I grabbed them both by the hair and pulled them up so they were kneeling, facing me. They were wrecked. Their eyes were rolling back in their heads. Their bodies were twitching uncontrollably, spasms racking their limbs. They were far gone, knocked out by the sheer intensity of the orgasms and the pain. Blindly, they reached for each other. Their hands met, fingers intertwining, gripping tight as if holding onto reality.

"Please," Elsa whispered, her head lolling. "The seed. We need the seed." "Paint us," Anna begged, sticking her tongue out.

"Open wide."

I stroked my length once, twice. I erupted. Ropes of thick, pearlescent seed shot out. I aimed high. The first volley hit Elsa in the forehead, running down into her eyelashes, sealing one eye shut. The second volley hit Anna’s open mouth, filling it, spilling over her lips onto her chin. I sprayed them. I coated their faces, their necks, their chests. I marked the Royal Sisters of Arendelle as my property.

I groaned, shaking the last drops onto their joined hands. I collapsed onto the bed.

Elsa and Anna collapsed with me. They curled up on either side of me, sticky, red-assed, and broken. Elsa blinked, her lashes plastered shut with my cum. Anna summoned her last reserve of energy, crawling over my chest. She leaned over her sister and tenderly licked the thick white fluid from Elsa’s sealed eyelid, cleaning her Queen.

They lay there in the afterglow, twitching, smiling, and utterly defeated.

"The thaw..." Elsa whispered, snuggling into my chest. "It is complete."