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Cold Shower update
🕑 Added 2016-11-28 22:43:31 +0000 UTC While Noir checked out the city, Mayday decided to focus on the people. She thought she’d caught Kristoff giving her the eye earlier, so he seemed like a good guy to pump for information. Of course, he was totally knotted up with Anna, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t be friendly. In fact, married men could be a lot more friendly than single guys. They had to get it out of their system somehow.She found Kristoff in the courtyard. At this time of night it was abandoned, and chilly enough even with the castle’s walls cutting out the wind. He was shirtless though; his thick parka hung on the branch of a nearby tree. Stripped to the waist, he slammed an axe down on a cord of word, splitting it down to the tree stump it was perched on, and nicking that.
He gathered up the two halves, threw them on a pile, then took another log from the stack he was working down. Again he swung his axe. Thick slabs of muscles resonated on his chest and through his arms, covered in a hearty layer of flesh and another of body hair, more like a circus strongman than a lot of the toned, tanned musclemen Mayday had met. Peter and Noir were almost hairless in comparison, the way they groomed themselves. But Kristoff, with his shaggy mane of hair, his corded muscles that held every iota of their power in their bulk—not like the Spiders, with the weirdly exponential heft that let a hundred and fifty pound man hold up a car—he seemed overwhelmingly manly, somehow.
Mayday pulled on her collar, retracting some of her hoodie strings back into the sweatshirt, even as it exposed her face to the gleaning cold. “Now there’s something for a prince to be doing.”
Kristoff paused, resting his weight on the axe. “And now I have to worry about being rude. If I keep going, it’ll be loud. If I stop, the heat I’ve built up will go, and then I’m liable to catch cold.”
“Keep going,” Mayday told Kristoff, helpfully stacking a log for him. “I have good ears.”
“Great. Watch your fingers, too, if you want to keep them.” And Kristoff swung the head of the axe in one colossal arc that hit the log like a comet.
Mayday stacked another log as he gathered up the halves. “You didn’t answer my question.”
“What am I doing out here? Nothing much. I’m not used to staying inside all day, sitting in a plush chair. I have to get something done or I might explode.”
“So you chop wood in the middle of the night?”
“It seems to freak people out when I do it in the afternoon.”
Mayday doubted that many people would be freaked out by Kristoff without his shirt on, unless they were deeply in the closet.
Suddenly, Kristoff jerked his head up. Mayday did too, trying to hear what he had heard, and that was the only way she heard a shrill woman’s voice crying out: “GIVE IT TO MEEE!”
And then Mayday saw a tiny golden-haired figure that could only have been Anna, bent over the windowsill of a tower high off the ground, a heaving shape behind her, passionately rutting into her.
“Oh my God!” Mayday exclaimed. “Kristoff, I’m—I’m so sorry.”
“Why?” Kristoff asked, picking up the halves of the last log he’d chopped. “She seems to be enjoying herself.”
For a moment, Mayday just stood there, startled into a kind of numbness, only now she felt things more keenly, abstract things. She thought she could feel the sensations Anna was experiencing, the pleasure. “You mean you’re okay with it?” she asked, imagining that she could be feeling the same way. Yelling right back up at the princess.
“Sure,” Kristoff said. He glanced at her to see if she was going to fetch another log, but seeing she was distracted, he put one on the stump himself. “Anna likes to have fun with royal guests, the ones that catch her eye at least. It’s not like she loves them or anything. They’re just… new.”
“And do you get to have fun?” Mayday asked, feeling a keen itch between her legs. “Doesn’t seem fair if you don’t.”
“If the guest is female, sure. Otherwise, I don’t particularly like to share.”
“Well, I don’t see anyone having fun with me.” Mayday smiled at him leadingly. “You wouldn’t have to share.”
Kristoff swung for the log, but missed, notching the stump instead. “Oh, shoot…”
The impact had knocked the log over. Mayday bent to move it upright, looking at Kristoff’s crotch as she did. It seemed to bulge more than it had been before. She kept her eyes on Kristoff as she straightened, moving up the trail of hair that coarsened its way to his navel, then up his squared away abs, and finally to his face, a leer building in his eyes.
“If it wouldn’t make Anna jealous,” Mayday asked, “mind if I see your cock?”
“If you really want to…” Kristoff began, reaching down to the strings that held together his fly.
“I do,” Mayday said. “I really do.”
He pulled the strings as Mayday unzipped her sweater, opening it to show off the low-cut blouse that barely took any prompting to go under her pert, firming breasts. Her pants rode equally low on her hips, but Mayday could barely remember them as Kristoff pulled himself free of his undergarments.
As she’s suspected, her come-on had made Kristoff bountifully erect. Mayday was both terribly excited and just a little frightened of Kristoff’s immense hard-on. She reached out to conquer her fear, grasping his enormous prick in her fingers, shivering with awe and delight. Relief, happiness, and sheer breathless joy all flooded her at once. It occurred to her that it was an awfully huge rod to ram into such a small pussy, but it throbbed with such power and hot eagerness that she could barely wait to see how it felt inside her.
As she’d taken hold of him, so Kristoff took hold of her, pulling her tightly against him and digging his hand down her pants, between her soft naked thighs. She didn’t wear panties anymore than she did a bra.
Sinking his thick middle finger into her wet slit, he could feel her slippery juices pouring around his finger to heat his palm. Her sex was hot and quaking as he moved his finger a bit higher, finding the sensitive button of her clit. Mayday squirmed crazily in his arms, just as Anna did when he gave the same light massage to her hard bundle of nerves.
Suddenly pulling his finger out of her snug pussy, Kristoff grabbed his parka and spread it out on the ground. He lowered Mayday onto her back on it, the redhead cooing as the soft down blunted the chill of the cobblestone under it, giving it a distance that was almost warming. She felt like she was slipping into a bath at room temperature.
And Kristoff kissed over her tingling nipples, his tongue lapping down on them just as his axe had the wood, wide and thick, seeming to sink through them to the rawest nerve and stir feelings throughout all of her breasts. Inherited from her famous mother, smaller but no less firm and perky. Mayday jerked at Kristoff’s kisses, and every little motion sent a ripple of furious motion through her pert tits. The sight was so entrancing that Kristoff just had to collar Mayday’s other teat with his hand, squeezing it as it quivered like jelly, Mayday now shaking all over from the combined stimulation.
A chance motion rubbed Mayday’s groin against Kristoff’s thigh, and he could feel the heat of it right through both sets of clothing. Called to it, he slowly worked his mouth down over her belly, kissing her through the thin cotton, moving unrelentingly toward the delicious juiciness of her cunt. He could feel her breathing excitedly at the prospect of what she knew was going to happen. Her soft flesh tasted delicious as he lapped and licked his way over the sweet naked skin between the hem of her shirt and the waistband of her pants that he pulled lower and lower.
When he finally reached her eagerly spread thighs, straining the elasticity of the pants still around her knees, he peered into the wet pinkness of her dripping slit. The swirls of copper hair looked like softly glowing embers under the soft rays of the moon. Her juices glistened like dew drops, and she shivered with anticipation when his fingers parted her downy hairs. She spread her thighs even wider, her pants almost ripping, as he continued looking into the soft flesh that was glowing so invitingly in the moonlight. He could see the flow of her aroused juices dripping out from within her engorged labia.
Lowering his face, Kristoff’s tongue darted out and flicked against her gates, causing her lovely body to jump as if touched by a livewire. Lightly running his tongue up and down and around the lips of her sex, he worked ever closer to her erect clit. As he began licking the tip of his tongue over it with rapid strokes, the still night air was shattered by her wild squeals of delight.
Gripping her bare ass in his palms, Kristoff pulled her cunt up tighter against his face as he drilled his tongue into her warmest depths.
“Oh shit, I love that!” Mayday squealed, her breath coming as fast as her copious arousal came to her already drenched pussy, writhing against his face.
Clutching tightly to her hips, Kristoff’s mouth sucked frantically on the source of her delicious taste. “God, you taste good!” he mumbled into her core, cooing to it like he would a pet. His mouth was buried in the softness of her, and twisting his head from side to side, Kristoff tried to drill his tongue even deeper into her delicious pussy.
“Oh, Kristoff!” Mayday whimpered. “I want to suck you too. Let me suck you too?”
Kristoff pulled his dripping face from between her thighs. “Have at it,” he said, rolling onto his back.
Mayday eagerly straddled his face, on her knees with her sex poised just above his mouth. Dropping forward, she covered his belly button with her mouth, dipping her tongue briefly into the sweat that had dripped into his navel.
Kristoff looked between his legs and saw her open lips reaching for his prick throbbing up toward them. Arching his hips up a bit to help her, he saw and felt Mayday’s softly leeching lips surround the fat tip of his prick. With his knob locked securely between her lips, she deliciously teased the sensitive glans of his cockhead with her tongue. Gently pumping his hips up and down, the entire length of his shaft was tingling with joy as it slid up and down in the wet silkiness of her sweetly clutching mouth.
It was sheer joy to feel his twitching manhood gliding in and out of her softly ovaled lips, feeling them sucking and pulling at his bloated endowment. Wanting her to enjoy the lewd act as much as he was, Kristoff craned his neck and lifted himself to the musky hotness of her cunt.
Clutching the trim cheeks of her ass, Kristoff pulled the girl’s dripping cunt down to his mouth, his sucking mouth, his tasting mouth. He slid his tongue deep into her wetness, feeling her slick folds closing around his tongue as if trying to hold in the delicious juices she was gluttonously feeding him. There was no flavor in the world like that of an aroused cunt, and Mayday tasted every bit as good as Anna.
Kristoff was in paradise with the full length of his thick shaft locked between Mayday’s lips, his engorged cockhead nudged against the back of her throat. She was slurping hungrily on him as his humping ass pumped his shaft in and out of her mouth, helping her suck even deeper and harder on his cock while he devoured her pussy. Her soft, full lips kept a loving pressure on his shaft as her tongue skidded deliciously along the hot blood inside a fat vein, spurring it on like a riding crop. Her talented sucking was whipping him into a frenzy, his tongue slashing madly around in her hot juices.
Goosing his fingers into the soft satin between her asscheeks, he pulled her open cunt down even tighter against his lusting mouth. Sucking frantically on his cock, Mayday writhed and rubbed her curly pubic hairs against his nose and cheeks, filling his nostrils with the exotic scent of her arousal, her need.
Kristoff drove his tongue deeper into her, hungrily licking the juices from the silken tightness of her innermost depths, letting them trickle savoringly down the back of his throat. He was plunging his tongue in deeper with every lick, making Mayday whimper around the girthy cock lodged down her throat.
Their half-naked bodies were writhing all over the parka as they deliciously sucked to the core of each other’s flesh. His cock was tingling wildly as he pumped it in and out of her sucking mouth, while her cunt clutched and clenched around his churning tongue. Both of their bodies were quivering with intense ecstasy, gripped not from head to toe, but from one body to another, the same sensation crushing both of them together.
It felt to Kristoff as if the head of his prick would fire like a cannon, as her talented lips sucked and pulled on his tingling cock. He’d been sucked off plenty of times in his life, but never had he felt such exquisite joy. The feeling was so intense that it almost bordered on pain.
Mayday too had been eaten out by many men, but never like this. It was like a scorching fire between her legs as Kristoff lashed his tongue from her tender perineum to her quivering clit. Sucking lustily on his shaft, Mayday thought how thick and heavy it felt, and how wonderful his prick would feel in her cunt later. She could almost feel its immenseness stabbing up between her legs, replacing the teasing electrocution of his thrusting tongue with simple overwhelming force.
Right now, she was aching to feel his hot seed pouring into her mouth. She couldn’t wait to feel it splashing against the back of her throat and trickling down into her belly. The musky taste of thick warm cum was something that she adored.
Sucking harder and deeper on his wonderful cock, she felt it thicken and jerk in her mouth. Suddenly, his delicious cum was splattering against the back of her throat. It kept shooting spurt after spurt of its raw taste into her gulping mouth. Sucking wildly, Mayday drank greedily from his flowing cockhead. She sucked and slurped with her lips, doing her best to milk out all she could from him. Clutching at his ass, she held him steady as his manhood poured more and more glorious cum into her mouth.
Even though Kristoff was shooting his wad down her throat, he was still sucking madly on her cunt, wanting the pretty redhead to enjoy her climax as much as he was enjoying his. He focused on her clit as he felt her cum-drenched lips pulling on his cock, drawing out the last drop of jism from his slowly shrinking erection.
Finally releasing his limp member from her mouth, Mayday jammed her hips down, locking her soft naked thighs against his sticky cheeks. “Oh, Kristoff, honey!” she squealed, a rivulet of cum running out from the corner of her mouth. “Don’t tell me I drank it all…”
Wanting to give her the same pleasure that she’d given him, Kristoff lapped more rapidly as she writhed and bounced over him.
“Eeeeeeeeeggghhh!” Mayday shrieked, her mouth gaping open, lust contorting her face into a mask of raw need that was barely human. “I’m coming!
It was a total and complete orgasm, unlike anything the horny girl had ever experienced in her life. She was breathing in long shuddering gulps as her entire body jerked, tears of joy pouring from her eyes as she rubbed her face against the half-hard cock that beaconed her.
Slowly, she began breathing more easily as her rigid body relaxed. Turning around, Kristoff pulled her soft body into his arms, kissing her on the forehead. She could smell her pussy on his mouth, giving the sweet gesture a sexual charge that had Mayday craving once more.
“Oh, Kristoff,” she whispered. “I’ve never felt anything that good in my life.”
Kristoff grinned, but wasn’t quite as effusive in his praise. “You could definitely teach Anna a thing or two.”
“If only she could teach me how to take that big cock. Because I’m going to need to know in the next few minutes, when you’re hard again and you give me a nice hot fuck.”
“Maybe we could go inside first,” Kristoff suggested. “It is a bit cold out here…”
Mayday sat up. “Only if we stop warming each other up.” She saw the handle of Kristoff’s axe, still protruding from the stump, and hid her face behind it, cheekily peeking over it at Kristoff. “Are we going to stop? Kristoff?”
She kissed the end of the handle, tasting the sweat of Kristoff’s strong hands. Her lips pulled at the tip, sucking the taste away, then her mouth opened to take the entire thing inside…
“God!” Kristoff muttered, his cock leaping back to life. “You’re as bad as Anna.”
“Mmmhmm,” Mayday agreed, looking agreeable at his resurrection. Much better than the time Captain Marvel had come back to life. “And we both have good reason to be.”
Kristoff couldn’t wait any longer. He reached out, grabbing Mayday by her pants, and pulled her toward him. Mayday playfully resisted, holding onto the axe so that Kristoff more helped her out of the pants than anything else. Then she straddled Kristoff, or played at it—at the last moment, she twisted around, facing away from him to show off the strong line of her back and her taut little ass. She wiggled it at him as she guided his pulsing, purpling cockhead to a spot just under her labia.
Pausing for a moment, she looked him over her shoulder at him, absorbing his lust for her, his desire to pleasure her. Then she lowered her hips until his glans probed her sex. She paused for a moment. A deep tremor raced through her body, reviving the lust she had felt as she’d swallowed his cum. The feel of that hot cock pressing into her was more than she could take.
It was paradise.
Another inch. His thick manhood penetrated her, forced the engorged lips of her labia apart and nestled snugly in her passage. She shivered in reaction. She thought he’d felt hot in her mouth. But in her sensitive space, he was a blazing poker, stirring up all the fires that had quelled for the moment.
“Go on, May,” he told her. “Go on and fuck yourself. I can’t hold on much longer!”
Mayday relaxed a little and let another inch of his impossibly powerful member slip into her. The way his thickness spread her inner folds made her sob with joy. He was actually causing her walls to stretch around his huge girth.
She shivered and twisted her hips a little to send his cock prodding another few inches into her pussy. She sobbed out loud now, gasping breaths billowing out her cheeks. He sat up, embracing her from behind, a strong hand catching her chin and turning her face to his, gently kissing away the tears of joy that traced down her cheeks. He moved his hand down her throat to her tits. While she was fucking herself on his fully erect cock, he was going to enjoy the feel of her cleavage.
Mayday found herself caught in a vise of sensation now. The hot squeezes of his hand sent delight rocketing into her chest. And her cunt! It was a raging fire threatening to consume her totally. She couldn’t ever remember feeling so turned on so soon after she’d been entered. She craned her head to the sky, wondering if it had anything to do with Anna, wondering if Anna was looking down at them even now, watching Mayday ride her husband…
Then she simply relaxed and let gravity do the rest. Her pussy convulsed with every inch she slid down his cock, vocalizing wetly how excited she really was. Her juices ran down the thick plug of Kristoff’s cock and anointed the insides of Mayday’s thighs.
She wasn’t able to separate all the wondrous sensations tearing at her mind. The palms grinding into her tits. The sucking of his lips at her pulse. The feel of his cock driving hard into her tender, yielding womanhood.
She came.
It took her entirely by surprise and made her climax all the more potent. She rocked back and forth, his manhood still throbbing inside her cunt. Mayday thrashed around, impaled by that long sword. Then her hips exploded into a frenzy of need. She rose up enough to allow him to slip from her pussy, leaving only the purple head inside, then she dropped back down to spear herself on him.
The thrust jarred her teeth together as it send an explosion crashing into her brain. Her entire body erupted in wild orgasm again. She could hardly believe it. Two simple thrusts and she was coming. She almost keeled over, but Kristoff took gentle hold of her hips, steadying her and centering her with soft kisses to her shoulders.
“Easy,” he told her. “Easy. Just because Anna overdoes it, doesn’t mean you have to.”
“I want to,” she babbled. “I want to!”
Kristoff nodded understandingly. “I thought you might.”
With a slow, methodical pace, he lifted her up and then half-released her, letting her drift through his fingers, down onto his impaling cock. His member danced around in the tight confines of her cunt, but it didn’t slip out, and the friction was more than enough to make her groan and sob for more. She tried to pick up the tempo—she wanted her hips to blur with speed—but Kristoff kept her going at an almost massaging pace, picking her up and sliding her back down, picking her up and sliding her back down, until she felt like she was drawn to his cock, pulled to it. It just kept fucking her!
“Can’t hang onto it,” Kristoff husked, his voice deeper than Mayday had ever known. “Gonna come…”
“Don’t! Not yet!” Mayday sobbed out. “Lemme fuck myself some more! We can, we can come together!”
She rocketed off into her own private heaven again, her entire body bursting into a flame that sizzled against the cold, shook her senses and made her weep openly. Why couldn’t it always be this good? Her pussy convulsed and clamped down, harder and harder, on Kristoff’s well-buried prick.
“Goddamn,” he muttered. “Feels like I’ve got my cock in a vise. It… it’s like a hand rubbing my cock up and down!”
Mayday smiled to herself. Score one for barely legal girls. She bounced up and down even faster, tensing herself to hold onto his member every time he lifted her hips away from his crotch. She clenched on him like she wanted to keep that lovely cock lodged deep inside her for all time.
Kristoff groaned and slipped back down against his parka. This presented Mayday with an even bigger target to fuck herself on. She raced up and down on his cock until Kristoff could barely hold her, his teeth gritted in sheer pleasure. And she was dazed by the maelstrom of sensations blasting through her body. It was like she was working her way up to another orgasm degree by degree, feeling more and more of it before the full effect.
She felt another mini-orgasm and tensed as hard as she could along with the climactic tightening, trying to hold him entirely within her pussy as she rose. For a brief moment, she thought she had succeeded. But her body had betrayed her. She was too wet, and he slipped free. She cursed and felt a volley of thrusts carrying her body up and down, her tits jiggling up and down, the friction of her ride burning brightly inside her. It was all so much.
The hot rush of his cum inside her yearning pussy set her off again. The way Kristoff whitewashed her sex made her blaze with a new, blue-hot flame. She couldn’t hold onto control any longer, not in the flood of sexual release. It pounded down on her, inside and out, threatened to drown her in a sea of enjoyment.
But finally, she was able to surface and take a breath, feel a swell of cold air instead of pure, maddening pleasure. She slipped sideways, and was barely caught by Kristoff’s beefy arms before she hit the ground. He lowered her, as gently as before, to his spread-out parka, and then pooled his body against hers. Mayday took a deep, shuddering breath, feeling his warmth pushing into her, inside and out. She felt utterly balanced and content with the world, glowing with heat that was perfectly tempered by the frosty winter.
“So warm…” Mayday moaned happily.
“Afraid that won’t last,” Kristoff told her. “But if you’re able to move in the new few minutes, we could cozy up by the fireplace.”
“Fireplace…?” Mayday mumbled. She was still a bit confused why there wasn’t a hard cock vaulting into her.
“In the library. It’s my cuddle-spot, well, mine and Anna’s.”
Mayday giggled, still not sure if she was delirious or not. “That’s adorable. But I think moving will take more than a few minutes.”
“I could carry you,” Kristoff offered.
Mayday laughed again, letting it trail off into a smile. “That princess doesn’t know how lucky she is. Yes. Please. Carry me with your big strong arms, lumberjack.”
“I’m an ice harvester,” Kristoff told her, lacing up his fly before wrapping her in the parka and picking her up. It had the side effect of preserving her modesty, as well as cocooning her in the soft down that had absorbed so much of their heat and friction over the past few minutes.
Mayday promised herself she would look up as many ice harvesters as she could in whatever dimension came next.
