Chapter 2: Bath
A trickle of drool had escaped the corner of her mouth while she slept, the saliva glistening in the dim light of the bedroom. Anna woke with a start, her green eyes flying open as consciousness crashed back into her like a wave, the sudden awareness of her missing limbs hitting her like a physical blow once more. It was morning, maybe a bit later than her usual wake-up time, the light filtering through the heavy curtains was weak, casting long shadows across the room. The bed was empty beside her, Elsa gone for hours, leaving Anna alone in the sprawling, opulent chamber of her bedroom in Arendelle Castle. The silence was deafening, broken only by the occasional gust of wind rattling the windowpanes.
The stumps of her arms itched where they ended in smooth, rounded flesh, a phantom sensation that made her want to claw at the air in frustration.
Anna writhed in the bed, her massive, heavy tits pressing into the mattress as she flailed like a beached fish, her limbless torso twisting this way and that, searching for a comfortable spot that didn’t exist. The sheets beneath her clung to her damp skin, old sweat caking between her breasts and along the deep valley of her cleavage, her thick red braids matted to her temples. Goddess, she could kill for a bath, the thought of sinking into steaming, scented water, of letting it wash away the sour stink of fear and loss that clung to her like a second skin. She could practically smell the bergamot and lavender already, the way the water would ripple against her skin, the heat seeping into her bones…
A soft knock at the door startled her out of the fantasy.
Before Anna could even call out, the heavy oak door swung open, and Elsa stepped inside, her tall frame silhouetted against the morning light. The queen was dressed in a gown of deep sapphire blue, the fabric so fine it clung to every curve of her body, the plunging neckline daringly low, the dark edges of her areolae just visible beneath the delicate lace trim. The dress was cut to accentuate her massive, round tits, the weight of them pressing against the fabric, the deep cleavage between them glistening faintly with a sheen of sweat. Anna’s breath caught in her throat. Her sister was beautiful. Regal, radiant, every inch the queen she was born to be.
"Good morning, Anna," Elsa said, her voice soft, sweet, but laced with a sadness that made Anna’s heart ache.
The queen’s blue eyes traced over Anna’s disheveled form—her matted red braids, the way her massive breasts sagged against the mattress, the glistening trail of drool still drying at the corner of her lips.
Anna tried to smile back, but the effort only twisted her face into a grimacing half-smile. Her lips were still wet with drool, her eyes crusty with sleep, and she could feel the heat of embarrassment creeping up her neck. "You have perfect timing, sister," she said, her voice rough with sleep, "I was just about to call for you."
Elsa’s lips curled into a small, knowing smile as she stepped closer, the hem of her sapphire gown whispering against the marble floor.
Without a word, she knelt beside the bed, her massive tits pressing against the mattress as she leaned forward, her fingers already reaching for Anna’s tangled red braids. The queen’s touch was gentle, almost reverent, as she carefully combed the matted strands out of Anna’s face, her blue eyes never leaving her sister’s. "Of course," she murmured, her voice low and warm, like honeyed wine. "I said I was going to be your arms, and I intend to keep my promise. How can I help?"
Elsa murmured, her fingers still tangled in Anna’s red braids, the queen’s breath warm against Anna’s cheek as she leaned in closer. The question hung between them, heavy with unspoken promises.
Anna shivered, blushing a bit. She was so starved for a touch that a simple caress on her cheek was enough to make her breath hitch, and her hairy, traitorous pussy start to moisten. The sensation was humiliating—her body betraying her so easily, her cunt already slick with need just from her sister’s gentle fingers brushing against her skin. "I... " she started, before interrupting herself with a cough born from embarrassment, her massive breasts heaving with the effort of holding back the desperate whimper that clawed at her throat. "I would like to take a bath, Elsa."
Anna said it like it was something simple, something she had every right to ask for. But the moment the words left her lips, the weight of what *taking a bath* would mean settled over her like a suffocating blanket.
Elsa nodded, smiling at her little sister, her words not fully registering. "Of course I will help you… t-take… a b-bath? Naked?" There it was, the sudden realization of what that would mean—the undressing, the lifting, the sheer *intimacy* of it all. Elsa’s breath hitched, her massive chest rising and falling too quickly beneath her sapphire gown.
Anna’s cheeks were flushed a deep, embarrassed pink, her green eyes wide and honest in a way that made Elsa’s already pounding heart stutter.
"Being naked does help with the washing, sister," Anna admitted softly, her voice trembling just enough to make Elsa’s thighs press together instinctively. "Please... I feel like I haven't washed in forever. And my hair is starting to look like a bird nest." The braids had come undone in her restless sleep, strands of red hair clinging to her damp skin like wet silk. Her massive breasts rose and fell with every shaky breath, the soft flesh swaying slightly as she shifted in the bed, the deep cleavage between them glistening faintly where a droplet of sweat had escaped her feverish skin.
Elsa gulped loudly, her cock already starting to harden at the thought of Anna's naked body, at the hint that she would be able to gaze upon her little sister's enormous, pale, freckled mega-tits.
The queen's blue eyes darkened as they traced the way Anna's nightgown clung to her curves, the fabric stretched taut over her massive breasts, the deep valley of her cleavage visible where the lace trim had shifted. Elsa could practically see the soft, yielding flesh beneath, the way Anna's nipples would pucker in the cool air of the bath chamber, the way her pussy would glisten with arousal as she was lowered into the steaming water.
The thought made her cock twitch violently against the confines of her gown, the thick length pressing painfully against the lacy fabric, the swollen head already weeping pre-cum that dampened the delicate material. She swallowed hard, her throat dry as she tried to force the filthy images from her mind, but they clung to her like a second skin, taunting her with visions of Anna's massive tits swaying as she was carried, of her sister's cunt pressed against her own thigh as she held her close.
Her sister was waiting for an answer, and she always had troubles saying no to her.
"Of course... of course I'll help you take a bath, little sister," Elsa murmured, her voice thick with something that wasn't quite sisterly affection. The words tasted like sin on her tongue, and she could feel the heat of them curling through her veins, making her cock throb with a desperate, aching need.
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The marble baths of Arendelle Castle were vast, their steam curling in ghostly tendrils toward the vaulted ceiling. The water shimmered under the flickering torchlight, its surface rippling as Elsa dipped her fingers into the steaming pool. "Ah, perfect," she murmured, her voice thick with something far more dangerous than sisterly concern. The heat of the water seeped into her skin, but it was nothing compared to the fire burning inside her.
With a nervous smile, she turned to Anna’s limbless torso, her massive breasts heaving with each ragged breath. "Shall I...Undress you, little sister?"
Elsa’s voice was barely a whisper, her fingers trembling as she reached for the hem of Anna’s nightgown. The air between them was thick with the scent of lavender and bergamot, the steam from the baths curling around them like a lover’s breath. Anna’s green eyes locked onto Elsa’s, her stumps lifting weakly, the pale, rounded ends of her arms straining upward as if trying to assist in the removal of her nightgown.
"Please," Anna smiled, her skin already damp in the steamy room. "I can’t wait to get clean." Her voice was soft, but there was a desperate edge to it, a need that went beyond mere hygiene. The fabric of her nightgown clung to her massive breasts, the thin material doing little to hide the way her nipples had stiffened in the warm air of the bath chamber.
Elsa’s breath hitched in her throat as she finally pulled the dress up, easing the sweaty fabric off her sister’s limbless form. The moment Anna’s torso was revealed, Elsa’s vision was consumed by the impossible sight of her little sister’s vast, impossibly huge tits: large, dark areolae as big as serving plates, stiff nipples bigger than her thumbs, and pale, freckled globes of flesh way, way bigger than her head. With no trace of her limbs left, Princess Anna of Arendelle was truly more tits than person.
Elsa’s cock throbbed painfully against the confines of her gown, the thick length pressing insistently against the fine lace as she stared, transfixed. The steam from the baths curled around them, misting over Anna’s skin, making her freckled flesh glisten under the light grom the large windows.
Anna looked down at her tits, blushing beet-red, her breath catching as Elsa’s hungry gaze lingered on her massive, heavy breasts. The sight of her sister’s appreciative stare made her nipples stiffen further, the dark buds tightening into tight little points, so hard they ached. "Oh—oh gods, Elsa... I'm so sorry," Anna stammered, her voice trembling with embarrassment. She bit her lower lip, her green eyes darting away before snapping back to meet her sister's gaze, unable to resist looking down again. The weight of her breasts seemed to increase under Elsa’s scrutiny, the flesh swaying slightly with each ragged breath she took. "After you started… transitioning… I—I took some of your potion," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. The words tasted like poison on her tongue, but she forced them out anyway, knowing she had to be honest.
The potion Elsa had concocted to turn males into females had gifted the queen with lush, round tits and a body to kill for, but for Anna, already female, it had twisted her form into something grotesque and undeniable: tits three times the size of her head, sagging heavily against her chest, the dark areolae like serving plates stretched taut over the swollen flesh, and beneath, the hairiest pussy in all of Arendelle, the thick auburn curls braided intricately to keep them from tangling. It was obscene. It was humiliating. It was her burden. "I—I took some when you weren’t looking," Anna admitted, her voice cracking as she watched Elsa’s expression darken with dawning horror and something far more sinful than shock.
"I wanted to be beautiful like you, and instead..." Her breath hitched as she looked down at herself, at the grotesque expanse of her own body—tits so massive they dwarfed her head, sagging heavily against her chest, the dark areolae like serving plates stretched taut over the swollen flesh. "The only I got were these obscenely enormous udders..." she sobbed, tears pricking her eyes. "I'm sorry..."
Her apology was cut short as Elsa suddenly lunged forward, wrapping her slender arms around Anna’s torso and crushing their bodies together in a desperate bear hug. The impact sent Anna’s enormous breasts slamming against Elsa’s own equally gargantuan tits, the soft flesh mashing together in a warm, squishy collision that made both women gasp. Anna’s nipples hardened instantly against Elsa’s skin, the friction sending jolts of unwanted pleasure through her body.
The queen’s voice was low and soothing, her words wrapping around Anna like a warm blanket. "It’s ok. It’s ok, Anna. It’s done, it’s in the past, it’s ok." Her words were sincere, her crushing hug even more so. Anna felt the heat of Elsa’s body seeping into her own, the dampness of her sister’s gown clinging to her skin. "Let’s just... get you cleaned up, ok?" Elsa smiled, her blue eyes softening as she tried to cheer up her sister, her dainty hands going to Anna’s panties.
The fabric was soaked through, far wetter than the steamy air of the baths could account for.
Elsa’s fingers trembled as they brushed against the damp bulge at the front of Anna’s panties—thick, heavy, *wrong*—the outline pressing against the thin linen with enough weight to make her breath catch. Her mind raced through possibilities, each more impossible than the last: *a cock? No, impossible, she’s my sister—* but before she could finish the thought, she was already tugging the garment down, her pulse hammering in her throat.
The moment the panties cleared Anna’s scarred thigh stumps, Elsa froze.
The thick, braided rope of ginger pubic hair that spilled from between her sister’s legs was longer than her forearm, the intricate weave of auburn curls glistening with moisture as it coiled against the marble floor. It was obscene—impossibly thick, impossibly long, the strands so dense they seemed to have a life of their own, swaying slightly as Anna shifted her weight. The braid was tied off with a delicate silver ribbon at the end, the knot damp where it rested against the heated stone.
Elsa’s breath came in sharp, uneven gasps, her cock throbbing painfully against the confines of her gown. The sight of that braided pubic hair—so thick it could have been a rope, so long it pooled like a living thing between Anna’s legs—sent a jolt of electric heat straight to her core.
Elsa’s fingers twitched, her throat tightening as she forced out the words, her voice rough with a hunger she couldn’t suppress. "The potion?" she asked, already knowing the answer.
Anna just nodded, still sniffling, her cheeks flushed red, her green eyes glistening with unshed tears. A single drop of moisture trickled down the valley of her cleavage, disappearing into the shadow between her monstrous tits.
"I'm ready for my bath, I think," Anna whispered, her voice trembling as she sniffled, raising her stumps once again in a helpless gesture. "If you please, sister..."
The words hung in the steam-thickened air between them, heavy with unspoken meaning. Elsa's breath caught in her throat as she stared at Anna's naked form, the braided pubic hair coiled like a serpent between her sister's thighs, the massive breasts swaying with each shuddering breath. The queen's fingers twitched at her sides, her cock aching against the confines of her gown as she struggled to maintain some semblance of composure.
"Of course, little sister," Elsa murmured, her voice thick with something far more dangerous than simple concern. She stepped closer, her towering frame casting a shadow over Anna's limbless body.
With a tenderness that belied the hunger in her blue eyes, Elsa slid her arms beneath Anna's massive, sagging tits, her fingers sinking into the soft flesh as she lifted her sister effortlessly from the bed. The princess's pubic braid swung like a pendulum between her thighs, the thick auburn rope glistening with arousal as it swayed with each step. Anna let out a soft, needy whimper as Elsa carried her toward the steaming bath, her green eyes half-lidded with anticipation.
The moment Anna's body disappeared beneath the foamy water, she arched her back with a shuddering sigh. "Ooooh... fuck..." The words escaped her lips in a breathless moan as the heat enveloped her, the bubbles clinging to her freckled skin like tiny kisses. Her massive breasts floated on the surface, the dark areolae peeking through the foam, her nipples already stiff with arousal.
Anna hummed contentedly, moving her neck—the only part left she could move—left and right, loosening her muscles. "Oooh, I missed this..." she moaned, eyes closed, smiling. "You should come in too, Elsa. The water's simply divine..."
Elsa’s blue eyes darkened with a mixture of desire and hesitation. She bit her lower lip, the tip of her tongue darting out to moisten it as she traced the thick, swaying curve of Anna’s braided pubic hair beneath the water’s surface. The sight of her sister’s hairy mound, so thick and obscene, made Elsa’s cock pulse against her gown, the swollen head already pressing insistently against the damp fabric.
Watching Anna float like an undulating sea of flesh, the princess’s massive tits rising and falling with each breath, Elsa’s own body grew slick with need.
Anna opened her eyes just in time to see her sister discarding her gown, the queen’s pale body fully naked beneath it. Elsa’s tits, though still obscenely huge by any human standard, could not hold a candle to the princess’s monstrous globes—pale, freckled, and glistening with the steam of the baths. But Elsa’s true gift lay lower.
The fabric of the blue gown caught against her cock, the thick shaft twitching impatiently before the last of the garment was tugged away in a sharp pull, and the monster was freed.
Elsa's cock was a throbbing, phimotic beast of veiny magnificence, the base of the organ disappearing into the thick blonde bush of the queen.
Uncircumcised, the blunt, purple cockhead peeked out from under a thick, wrinkly ring of foreskin, the pungent musk and yellowed crusts of days-old smegma unmistakable. A thick, erect, smelly, unwashed cock—its musky scent filling the steamy bath chamber, mingling with the lavender and bergamot. The queen had been neglecting her own hygiene to take care of her sister's needs, and it showed.
Anna’s green eyes widened as her sister’s monstrous cock emerged from beneath her gown, the thick foreskin peeling back just enough to reveal the swollen, crusty head beneath. The scent hit her like a physical blow, the pungent musk of unwashed flesh and dried smegma filling her nostrils and making her head spin.
It was ironical, that the beautiful Queen of Arendelle had the cock of an unwashed hobo, complete with some stray, curly blonde hair stuck between her crusty glans and wrinkly foreskin. A heavy, hairy pair of balls completed the veiny monster, a dark beauty mark right in the middle of Elsa's right testicle.
Anna gagged as the full force of her sister’s cockstink hit her: sour, rank, and thick with the musk of days-old sweat and dried smegma. The unwashed stench was so overpowering that her eyes watered, her stomach lurching as she tried to breathe through her mouth instead. The queen’s monstrous cock bobbed with each step, the thick foreskin peeling back just enough to reveal the swollen, crusty head beneath, a bead of cloudy pre-cum already dripping from the slit. Congealed smegma clung to the wrinkled skin, yellowed and sticky, and with every movement, a fresh drop of thick, viscous fluid oozed from the tip, splattering onto the marble floor in a slow, obscene rhythm.
Elsa didn’t even flinch at the stench. She was long past caring about the smell of her own cock, the musky, unwashed scent of her phimotic, smegmatic monstrosity as familiar to her as the weight of her own tits.
With a practiced ease, she lifted one long, shapely leg over the edge of the tub, the thick blonde bush between her thighs glistening with sweat as her heavy balls swung free, the weight of them making her cock bounce with a wet *slap* against her inner thigh. The water rippled as she lowered herself into the bath, her massive tits floating on the surface like pale, freckled islands, the dark areolae peeking through the foam. The moment her body submerged, the steam curled around her, the heat of the water doing nothing to mask the thick, pungent musk that radiated from her unwashed cock.
Elsa’s presence in the bath shattered the ethereal fantasy—Anna’s vision of her sister as some celestial goddess crumbled instantly beneath the overwhelming reek of unwashed foreskin and stale smegma that filled her nostrils. "Elsa, what... what was that?" Her voice cracked on the words, the damning scent now twisting in her gut like a physical force. The princess’s massive tits jiggled at the sheer force of her shock, the water sloshing violently between them as she recoiled instinctively, her green eyes watering from the assault.
Elsa tilted her head slightly, her blonde locks floating around her shoulders as she relaxed deeper into the steaming water, completely unfazed by the stench. The queen’s massive tits lifted higher with each lazy breath, the dark aureoles peeking through the foam. "Mmh? What do you mean, Anna?"
Anna’s nose wrinkled in disgust, her green eyes watering as the stench of unwashed cockstink hit her again, the pungent musk of dried smegma and stale sweat clinging to her delicate nostrils like a physical assault. "Y-your... cock... it's filthy! It smells!" she choked out, her voice trembling with a mix of shock and revulsion.
"I had never seen one before and still, I can tell it's not supposed to be crusty like that!"
Anna’s entire body recoiled, her massive tits sloshing violently in the bathwater as she tried to scramble backward, her stumps flailing uselessly in the steam. The thick, crusty foreskin glistening between Elsa’s thighs had sent a jolt of primal horror through her—thick yellow smegma oozing from the wrinkled slit, crusting the delicate pink flesh beneath with crusty, yellowed flakes that looked more like cheese curds than anything human.
Elsa blinked down at herself, as if only now realizing the state of her cock. Her blue eyes widened in dawning comprehension, and then—damn her—she actually *sniffed* the air before offering an unrepentant shrug. "Oh, that? It does that sometimes."
Anna’s stomach lurched violently.
"If you put that thing inside a woman she will catch a disease!" she blurted out, her voice thick with revulsion—and something far more shameful, something that made her thighs press together beneath the water. "You should absolutely clean it!"
Her nose wrinkled again, but this time the disgust was laced with a traitorous heat that coiled low in her belly. She tried not to imagine it—the thick, crusty cockhead pressing against her hairy lips, stretching her open, filling her up—diseased or not, her body ached at the thought. The braided pubic hair between her thighs twitched, the damp strands tightening as if in anticipation.
"Fine," Elsa sighed, the word carrying the weight of a princess surrendering a kingdom. "You win, Anna. I’ll clean my cock for you."
The queen knelt in the bath, her monstrous erection breaching the water like a barnacle-encrusted whale surfacing for air. Dainty fingers, soft as petals but calloused from years of writing, wrapped around the veiny length. With a wet grunt, she tugged down on her foreskin with both hands, peeling back the thick, waxy crust that had formed over weeks of neglect. The exposed cockhead emerged with a grotesque *schlick*, glistening and glistening beneath the bathwater’s dim light, revealing the raw, angry pink flesh beneath layers of dried smegma that had curled like coral around the sensitive slit.
With a slow, deliberate motion, Elsa began to stroke herself, her fingers sinking into the thick, veiny length, the foreskin retreating inch by inch to reveal the monstrous glans beneath, its wrinkled surface glistening wetly as the grime released its grip. Each pull of her hand dragged away clumps of yellowed filth, the chunks drifting away in the bathwater like discarded seaweed, the pungent musk of her cock intensifying with every stroke.
Little by little, the crusty filth covering the Queen's cock got washed away, revealing the reddened, inflamed skin underneath, the shaft now slick with water and lathered soap. Anna watched in awe as Elsa's ballsack started contracting, her massive, shapely hips twitching involuntarily as her balls drew closer to her body, the heavy orbs already swinging free, the dark beauty mark on her right testicle glistening wetly with a mix of soap and arousal.
The queen's fingers tightened around her cock, her strokes becoming more urgent, the thick foreskin peeling back to reveal the swollen, reddened glans beneath. A bead of cloudy pre-cum oozed from the tip, mixing with the bathwater.
"I should be washing you, Anna..." Elsa murmured, her voice thick with something far more dangerous than sisterly concern as she stroked herself, her fingers sinking into the thick, veiny length. "I should be soaping up those massive melons of yours, not... not jerk my cock before you." Elsa's cheeks began to flush red, her blue eyes darkening with a mixture of shame and desire as she realized what she was doing. Her balls pressed against the underside of her cock, the heavy orbs already drawing up in preparation for release. "I shouldn't... scrape the smegma off my filthy phimotic cock... Before my crippled little sister..!"
Elsa groaned, her thighs quivering as the first violent spasm wracked her body. Her massive tits heaved violently against her chest, the dark areolae straining tight as her back arched backward with a scream that echoed off the marble walls—"AHHH—FUCK—!"
The queen’s cock erupted with a wet, obscene *squelch*, her balls slamming against her perineum as thick ropes of off-yellow, congealed cum blasted from her cockhead in long, gelatinous strands.
It wasn’t cum anymore—not really. It was something dead, something that had festered inside her neglected balls for weeks, fermenting in the heat of her body until it turned sour, thick, and viscous. The tendrils of filth shot out like some grotesque, living thing, their worm-like lengths twisting in the air before splattering against Anna’s freckled chest with a wet *slap*.
Anna screamed as the first rope of rotting cum struck her between the tits, the thick, gelatinous strand clinging to her skin like a slug’s trail. The stench hit her instantly—sour, rancid, the smell of spoiled milk left to rot in the sun. Her green eyes widened in horror as another tendril lashed across her cheek, the congealed filth dripping down her face in slow, sticky rivulets.
The stench was unbearable—like sour milk left in the sun too long, mixed with the acrid tang of unwashed sheets. She gagged, her massive breasts heaving as she tried to scramble back, but the bath was too shallow, the water too hot, her body too awkward without limbs to truly escape.
Elsa kept jerking her cock as she quite literally cleaned her pipes, the old, congealed cum making way for a new wave of cum, as she rode the same orgasm. White, fresher cum sprayed out of the queen's cock, covering the princess in another layer of filth.
The fresh cum hit Anna’s face with a wet *plop*, thick ropes splattering against her freckled skin before sliding down in slow, dragging rivulets. The scent was cleaner—saltier, earthier—but still heavy with the musk of aroused womanhood mixed with something primal and hungry.
Anna’s stomach churned, her body recoiling from the smell, but her mind was already racing, her thoughts consumed by the sudden, overwhelming urge to clean herself. She felt dirty—filthy—in a way that went far beyond the physical, her skin crawling with the need to scrub away the filth that clung to her. Her massive breasts heaved with each ragged breath, her heart pounding in her chest as she struggled to contain the storm of emotions that raged within her.
"E-Elsa... why?" she choked out, her voice thick with shame and rage, her single open eye locked onto her sister's face. The other was closed, glued shut by a particularly large glob of Elsa's cum, the congealed filth pulling at her eyelids with every movement.
Trembling, and with her cock finally softening, Elsa knelt before Anna, cupping her sister's cheeks with her hands. Anna whimpered, her massive chest heaving as she tried to turn away, but the queen held her firm. Her blue eyes were wild, her lips parted as she leaned forward, and without a word of explanation, she began to lick her own rancid, spent semen from Anna's freckled face.
Her tongue dragged through the thick residue clinging to Anna's skin, collecting the rancid cum in her mouth with a wet, obscene *slurp*.
Anna gasped, her massive tits heaving, as Elsa's lips pressed against hers, the queen's mouth full of the sour, salty taste of her own spent seed. The cum-flavored kiss was a shock—an unexpected, filthy intimacy that sent a jolt of primal heat straight to Anna's core. Her lips parted instinctively, a soft, needy whimper escaping as Elsa's tongue invaded her mouth, the thick, congealed cum sliding down her throat in a sickening, salty rush. The taste was overwhelming—sour, salty, pungent, the musk of Elsa's arousal and the tang of her own skin clinging to the back of Anna's throat as she struggled to swallow the vile, smegma-flavored kiss.
But as her sister's hands found her tits, any hesitation she had about being kissed so filthily by her own sister died in her throat. Elsa's palms sank deeply into the soft, yielding flesh of Anna's massive breasts, the queen's fingers digging into the pliant mountains as if she could mold them to her will. Elsa grunted into Anna's mouth, her lips still locked with the princess's as she struggled to lift the enormous mounds, the weight of them threatening to pull her arms from their sockets.
Anna gasped, her back arching as Elsa's fingers found her nipples, the stiff peaks big enough for the queen's fists to fully close around them, pulling on them like cow teats. "I love you, Anna," Elsa moaned into her sister's mouth. "I love you, I love you, I love you. I thought I had lost you, but you're still here. I love you."
The words were a physical force, shattering the last of Anna's resistance as her green eyes fluttered shut, her freckled face tilting up to meet her sister's desperate kisses. The taste of cum still lingered on their tongues, but it was nothing compared to the raw emotion in Elsa's voice—the trembling need in her touch as she kneaded the heavy flesh, her thumbs brushing over the stiff peaks with reverent strokes.
Anna's stumps trembled against the bath's rim, her thighs instinctively parting as the water lapped higher, the thick braid of pubic hair unravelling slightly beneath the surface, the strands swaying like seaweed in a slow current. The heat of the bath mixed with the slick arousal already leaking from her hairy lips, the water around her hips clouding with milky wetness as her body betrayed her without consent.
"Elsa..." Anna moaned, her voice breaking as her sister's fingers twisted her nipples, the pressure sending jolts of pleasure-pain straight to the empty space between her thighs. "I love you too, Elsa..." Her freckled chest heaved, the massive breasts rising and falling with each shuddering breath, the dark areolae puckering tighter as Elsa's touch grew more insistent.
Anna moaned between kisses, her voice muffled against her sister's lips, "Elsa, is... is your cock clean?" The words came out in a desperate gasp, her green eyes fluttering open just enough to meet Elsa's gaze, the unshed tears of shame and need glistening in their depths.
Elsa rose again on her knees, her taller body dripping with bathwater as she nodded, her blue eyes burning with a mixture of relief and hunger. The queen’s cock—now scrubbed raw, the poor skin an angry red but undoubtedly clean—twitched visibly, the thick, phimotic foreskin partially peeled back to reveal the glistening purple glans beneath. A fresh bead of pre-cum welled at the tip, glistening like a pearl in the steam. "I cleaned it," Elsa murmured, her voice rough with emotion.
The words hung in the steamy air between them as Anna trembled, her freckled cheeks flushed a deep crimson. "I scrubbed it raw... for you, little sister."
Anna’s voice was a broken whisper, saliva and cum dripping from her open mouth in thick, glistening ropes, her tongue lolling obscenely over her lower lip as she stared up at Elsa with a brazen hunger that made the queen’s knees tremble violently.
"Come… come closer…" Anna moaned, her voice cracking as a thick wad of half-swallowed cum drooled from the corner of her mouth, dripping down her chin in a slow, obscene strand that splattered against her chest with a wet *plop*.
The words spilled from her lips in a ragged whisper, trembling with desperation as she pressed her massive, freckled tits together, the dark areolae puckered tight, her nipples stiff as daggers. "I... I don’t have limbs anymore, you’ll have to help me." Rolling back her shoulders, the princess stared right into Elsa’s eyes, opening her mouth wide, her rosy lips parting in invitation, her tongue lolling from her mouth in the most brazen plea. "Please..."
Elsa’s breath hitched, her blue eyes burning with a feral intensity as she stared at her sister’s helpless, limbless body. The princess’s massive tits rose and fell with ragged breaths, the weight of them making the water slosh violently around her torso, the foam clinging to her freckled skin like a lover’s caress.
Every inch of her trembling body—every freckle, every shuddering breath—seemed to beg for the attention of her sister’s monstrous cock, clean, hard, and pointing unmistakably at Anna’s pleading face.