Chapter 4: The talk
It took another hour and a half for the big-tittted sisters to finally, really wash themselves. Or for Elsa to wash them both. But at the end, Anna was returned to her armchair, finally clean. Outside. Inside, her womb was a mess of her sister's sticky sperm, the queen's cum working hard to bathe her eggs in its potency.
The cool evening breeze drifting through the open window of the royal chambers carried the scent of Arctic jasmine and salt from the distant fjords, mingling with the faint musk of their recent coupling that still lingered in the air. Anna's massive freckled tits rose and fell in slow, satisfied breaths within the plush velvet confines of her armchair, the dark nipples still stiff with afterglow, the areolas gradually softening from their previous hardness.
Behind her, Elsa stood—plush bathrobe draped carelessly over her buxom frame, the heavy folds barely containing the twin mountains of her engorged tits, the plush fabric straining against the stiffened points of her nipples that pressed visibly through the thick terrycloth. One hand moved in slow, deliberate circles through Anna’s red curls, the coarse strands catching between the teeth of the comb as she worked, her full lips pressed into a thin line of hesitation.
“Anna,” she asked at last, her voice low and careful, “do you want to talk about what just happened?”
The question hung between them, thick as the cum still glistening between Anna’s stump-thighs, visible even from where Elsa stood. In the mirror across the room, the queen’s gaze followed the line of her own sight, drifting down to where her sister’s ruined limbs ended in smooth scar tissue, the wild, unbound tangle of Anna’s pubic hair swaying slightly with each breath, the hairy lips of her cunt still swollen and dripping—their combined fluids oozing in slow rivulets down the pale flesh of her thighs. Even from this distance, Elsa could see the filthy mess inside—her own smegma and cum clinging to the redhead’s inner walls, the scent rising from her cunt like a living perfume, thick and musky and undeniable.
The queen’s cock twitched involuntarily at the sight, the foreskin still half-drawn, smeared with Anna’s juices and the last traces of her own spend.
“I don’t think there’s much to talk about, Elsa...” Anna murmured, her voice low and content, shifting her hips slightly against the plush velvet of her armchair. The motion sent fresh trickles of cum seeping from her ruined cunt, thick and warm, and her massive freckled tits jiggled slightly from the shift of her weight. The motion made the thick tangle of her pubic hair sway against the inside of her thighs, the wiry strands slick with smegma and spent cum. “We saw each other naked for the first time. Got excited. And had sex,” she finished with a careless smirk, her green eyes glittering with mischief as she met her sister’s gaze in the mirror.
“But we didn’t just 'have sex', Anna. We... we fucked. Like animals. We’re sisters, and you begged me to put a baby inside you!”
The queen’s fingers trembled as they tightened around the brush, the tortoiseshell handle creaking under the strain of her grip.
“With your condition,” she whispered, voice cracking beneath the weight of her own admission, “I’m afraid I took advantage of you. Raped you…”
The word hung in the air, thick and heavy.
The thought of it made her cock twitch beneath the robe, the thick phimotic foreskin already beginning to swell and ooze fresh smegma from the folds.
Anna’s voice cut through the air like a blade—sharp, clear, and utterly unafraid.
"You didn’t rape me, Elsa," Anna declared, craning her head backward to look her sister in the eyes—or, failing that, at the soft underside of Elsa’s enormous tits that sagged heavy and warm just above her face. Her massive freckled tits bounced slightly from the effort, the nipples dark and still slick with bathwater, the scattered freckles across their expansive slopes glistening under the low lamplight. “If I had any limb left, I would have ridden you myself.”
Elsa’s breath hitched, her blue eyes widening before they darted down in shame.
"But… but we’re sisters… it’s not right for us to do such things…" she stammered, her hands already moving against her will, refashioning Anna’s red braids into neat, separate pigtails with trembling fingers. Anna’s hair, already curling in the humid evening air, was slick from the hours of scrubbing and combing, the strands clinging together in thick ropes that Elsa worked with obsessive, nervous precision.
Anna let out a low, throaty chuckle, her massive freckled tits rising in silent laughter beneath the velvet of her gown. "Not right?” she echoed, her voice dripping with mischievous amusement. “Elsa, you probably just put a baby inside me. It's a bit late to think about what's right"
Anna mused, her large freckled tits rising and falling in slow, satisfied rhythm beneath the velvet of her gown. The thick red tangle of her pubic hair swayed against the inside of her thighs as she shifted her weight, sending fresh trickles of smegma-streaked cum seeping from her deflowered cunt—thick and warm and obscene.
Anna closed her eyes, sighing, her expression somber. "Besides, I see it at a fair trade, sister. We'll give each other what the other doesn't have. You promised to be my limbs...it's only fair that I'll be your womb."
Elsa's breath hitched, her blue eyes burning with sudden intensity as she met Anna’s gaze in the mirror for the first time since the confession.
"I’ll have to be taken care of for the rest of my life..." Anna continued, lifting her arm stumps, wiggling the ruined remains of her arms to make her point. "I can't just... accept that, without giving something back. And if the only thing I can give is the warmth of my pussy, I'll give it to you, Elsa."
Anna smiled, looking down at the vast expanse of her enormous tits, lifting her shoulders so the weight of the twin mountains of flesh lifted and settled again in slow, dizzying jiggles. "Besides, if I get pregnant... my boobs will get even bigger, won’t they?"
The suggestion teased a rush of fresh heat into Elsa’s cheeks, the thick folds of her robe trembling where they clung to the sudden flush spreading across her chest. Anna’s words painted a vision so vivid—Anna’s freckled tits swelling further, darkening, becoming too heavy even for her to lift unaided—that Elsa’s fingers twitched against the tortoiseshell handle of the comb, knuckles whitening before she forced herself to relax them.
A low, hungry growl rumbled from deep in her throat as her phimotic cock stirred inside the folds of her robe, the thick folds of flesh contracting around the sensitive crown as the foreskin reluctantly began to retract, though it only managed to drag smegma-laden moisture in thick ropes from the gaping inner folds. Elsa’s breath hitched as she imagined the round swelling of pregnancy beginning to distend Anna’s limbless torso, the once-smooth plane of her abdomen rising and falling with each slow, precious breath, the thick braid of pubic hair swaying with the motion like a pendulum counting down to motherhood. Her cock pulsed violently at the thought, thick smegma already beading at the tip, the phimotic foreskin struggling against its own restrictive folds as it fought to fully expose the glistening crown buried within.
"Fuck, Anna, you're gonna make me hard again," Elsa grunted, grinding her hips against the armchair's backrest, her plush bathrobe riding up her thick thighs to reveal the thick, veiny shaft already beginning to swell beneath the terrycloth. The terrycloth rustled against her engorged flesh, the friction sending fresh trickles of smegma oozing from the foreskin's tight confines as she imagined her crippled little sister's body reduced to three enormous spheres of flesh—a massive, freckled pregnant belly swelling from their coupling resting heavily atop the limbless torso, the twin mountains of Anna's tits pressing down on either side like warm, heavy cushions, the thick braid of her pubic hair swaying with the imagined movement of her belly as it rose and fell with each breath.
The furious heat between her thighs only intensified when Anna's voice cut through the charged silence—soft, breathless, and utterly sincere.
"I like it, when you get hard for me," Anna murmured, her cheeks flushed pink under the low lamplight. "When you're inside me, I feel less useless. I feel like even this crippled body of mine can have a purpose."
Anna’s green eyes locked onto Elsa’s blue ones in the mirror, her massive freckled tits rising and falling in slow, deliberate rhythm beneath the velvet of her gown. "So please, Elsa... keep making me feel useful." she quite literally begged her sister to keep fucking her, her voice dropping to a husky whisper that sent fresh tremors through the thick, smegma-streaked mess between her thighs.
“I want your cock in me every night, Elsa. I want your babies inside me. I want to feel you breeding me until my belly swells and my tits drip milk for our children.”
Elsa nodded, somber. "I... I think I will. Do that. If you want." The Queen smiled at her sister, finishing tying up her pigtails. "Here we go. Your braids are done."
Anna let out a breathless, high-pitched giggle at the finality of the statement, her massive freckled tits bouncing violently in her armchair, the dark nipples stiffening even further beneath the velvet.
She grinned, spreading her stumps of thighs wider, the thick red tangle of her pubic hair glistening as it stuck to her inner thighs. "No, they’re not," the princess declared, her green eyes sparking with dark amusement. "I’m missing one, Elsa."
The room seemed to tilt for a heartbeat as Elsa’s blue eyes shot down between Anna’s stumps. The thick, veiny lines of her sister’s thighs were like rivers carved into marble, the scar tissue smooth and pale where the princess' limbs had once been. Between them, the thick tangle of Anna’s pubic hair glistened with smegma-laced cum oozing from her freshly deflowered cunt in slow, obscene rivulets.
Elsa’s breath hitched. Her bathrobe trembled where it clung to the sudden swell of her cock beneath the fabric—already half-hard at the mere thought of what Anna was implying.
"Y-y-you want me to... b-braid your pubes?" Elsa stammered, her face burning red as she blushed furiously, as if the queen hadn't just finished fucking her sister's crippled body to a mindbreaking, squirting orgasm, her thighs trembling from the sheer physical exhaustion of Anna's climax.
Anna laughed again—high, melodious, and utterly unashamed—spreading her leg stumps wider in invitation. "If you please, sister..." she cooed, her voice dropping to a whisper that sent fresh heat flaring between what was left of her legs, where the wet mess still clung.
Elsa gulped at the sight—Anna’s thighs spread obscenely wide, the thick red tangle of her pubic hair glistening with smegma and cum, the outer lips puffy and slick where they were still slowly leaking the queen’s load from earlier. The room smelled of sex and girlish hair oil, the scent thick and musky in the still air. She had promised her little sister to do anything she wanted, and that included grooming the extraordinary length of Anna’s pubic hair—a wild, tangled bush that had to be at least a foot long and clinged like a seaweed against the pale, scarred flesh of her thighs.
Resigning herself to the job with a quiet sigh, Elsa rounded the armchair, the plush velvet of her bathrobe whispering against the plush rug as she knelt before Anna’s open thighs.
The thick aroma of their coupling still hung in the air—musky, sweet, undeniable—as she lifted shaking hands to the wild tangle of Anna’s pubic hair.
Slowly and diligently, the blonde queen started combing Anna’s pubes, untangling the wiry bush, trying not to look at her little sister’s pussy, the spread, fleshy petals still flushed with excitement, and utterly failing. She could see her sister’s clitoris peeking from the folds.
"You have... a very pretty pussy, Anna," Elsa murmured, her voice cracking on the last word as the comb snagged in the thick, cum-crusted strands. A fresh wave of arousal scorched through her as she pulled the tangle free, revealing the glistening pink of Anna’s cunt, the outer lips swollen and slick with their combined fluids.
Anna’s thighs trembled, the scarred flesh twitching as Elsa’s breath ghosted over Anna’s exposed clit.
Anna panted heavily, the excitement of having her dear sister so close to her cunt taking it's toll. "It's... ah... it's yours, Elsa. You don't have one of your own, so... you can have mine. Nngh..." A strangled groan left her lips as Elsa parted the locks of pubic hairs, uncovering her sister's throbbing cunt in all it's glory.
Elsa’s eyes widened at the sight before her—Anna’s bare cunt, completely exposed now, the pink, fleshy lips glistening with smegma-streaked cum that had seeped from Anna's-- From her *sister*-- flushed pussy in slow rivulets, the thick tangle of hairs now combed neatly aside to frame the entrance like a frame for a masterpiece.
The air thickened with the musky scent of lust, her senses overwhelmed by the sweet, musky aroma of Anna’s arousal mingling with the metallic tang of their combined fluids—smegma, cum, sweat—all of it swirling together in a heady perfume that sent a fresh pulse of heat straight to Elsa’s cock.
Unable to resist, Elsa leaned forward, nesting her face between Anna’s ruined thighs to place an open-mouth kiss on her little sister’s trembling cunt. The first touch of her lips against the swollen, sensitive flesh set off a jolt of pleasure so intense it made Anna cry out, her massive freckled tits heaving violently beneath the velvet of her gown as her hips jerked in reflex.
The sound that tore from her throat was half-laugh, half-sob—a broken, beautiful noise that sent another surge of arousal crashing through Elsa’s already aching cock.
The Queen moaned as she French kissed her sister's cunt, her deft tongue delving between the fleshy petals, tasting the familiar taste of her own cum and the tart, absolutely delicious flavor of Anna. The thick smear of combined fluids coated her tongue in seconds, the texture thick and syrupy as Elsa’s tongue pressed deeper into the pink folds, seeking out every hidden crevice while Anna’s thighs trembled uncontrollably around her head.
Anna whimpered, her green eyes blinking up at the ceiling as pink tongues of flame licked between her thighs—Elsa’s tongue, hot and wet and relentless—circling, probing, tasting every inch of her bred pussy with the same devotion she’d always showed.
“Yeeeesss, fffuuuck—” Anna gasped out in a broken, breathless moan, her massive freckled tits heaving in violent rhythm beneath the velvet gown, the stiff nipples rasping against the fabric with every exhalation. Her stumps writhed uselessly in the air, fingers that were no longer there curling and uncurling in desperate frustration, as she tried, and failed, to grasp Elsa's head to bring her closer to her heat. “Eat me, eat your crippled little sister's hairy cunt, you shemale slut—oh fuck, Elsa, suck it!”
Elsa groaned against the slick, swollen flesh, her full lips forming a perfect seal around Anna’s clit, the hooded bud already swelling beneath the wet heat of her mouth.
She felt it—felt the building pressure like a geyser ready to erupt—as Anna’s thighs locked around her head in a vice grip of need, the stumps trembling violently against the armchair’s velvet upholstery.
Anna came with a sharp, keening cry that tore from her throat like shattered glass—her back arched violently off the chair, massive freckled tits heaving in a slow, rolling wave that sent dark nipples scraping against the velvet with a whispering hiss. Her green eyes rolled back into her head in painful pleasure, the irises vanishing beneath fluttering lids as thick ropes of milky fluid gushed from her spread pussy, flooding Elsa’s open mouth in one obscene pulse.
A choked, filthy gag tore from the queen’s throat as she swallowed the hot jet with desperate gulps, her Adam’s apple bobbing furiously as Anna’s squirting orgasm filled her belly in thick, syrupy mouthfuls. Her cock twitched violently against the plush fabric of her robe, the phimotic foreskin already retracting with visible effort to bare the swollen red crown from its smegma-choked prison. The thick bastard sword of flesh strained beneath the terrycloth, twitching in time with Anna’s squirting cunt as each thick jet of cum and pussy-juice slid down Elsa’s greedy throat.
Elsa’s entire body trembled with need, the plush rug digging into her knees as she pressed her face deeper into Anna’s cum-drenched cunt, her lapping tongue delving into every convulsing fold while thick ropes of Anna’s arousal continued to gush between her lips.
Anna’s thighs locked around her skull like a vise, the stumps straining against invisible resistance as her phantom limbs flexed—trying to wrap around Elsa in a useless, desperate attempt to keep her closer.
Anna’s voice broke through the choked sounds of Elsa’s worship, raw and desperate—
“I need you closer, Elsa.”
The words sent a jolt of electricity through the queen’s already aching body, her thick polish-coated nails digging into Anna’s thighs hard enough to leave crescent moons as she pulled her sister’s ruined hips up against her face, angling Anna’s dripping pussy directly into her open mouth. The wet sounds of Elsa’s suction became obscene—her cheeks hollowed, her throat working as she swallowed another thick flood of Anna’s essence, the silky-cum mixing with the musky sweetness of her own arousal dripped straight down her chin in thick, glistening rivulets.
Every swallow sent fresh tremors through her engorged cock, the thick foreskin now fully retracted to expose the swollen, angry-red crown that jutted obscenely from the parted folds of her robe.
Anna kept cumming into Elsa’s mouth, thick white ropes splattering across the queen’s tongue with every involuntary clench of her ruined hips, her massive freckled tits heaving in frantic, breathless rhythm beneath the velvet gown.
“Closer... Closer!” Anna repeated, like a mantra. “Breed me. Keep me knocked up. Love me. Make me feel whole again!”
Elsa’s response was a guttural growl, muffled entirely by the slick, dripping mess between her lips—Anna’s cum still sliding down her throat in thick, relentless waves that left her gagging, choking, but utterly incapable of pulling away.
The queen’s massive tits heaved in time with each swallowed load, the weight of them shifting against the plush velvet gown as her engorged cock twitched violently beneath the terrycloth, the phimotic foreskin still trying to retract in its desperation to be buried inside her little sister again.
A choked, filthy sob tore from Anna’s throat as fresh tears welled in her green eyes, fat drops spilling over her freckled cheeks in molten rivers that splashed against the velvet armchair beneath her.
Anna cried, fat tears streaming down her freckled cheeks as she wriggled her stumps uselessly. "Elsa! Closer! Damn these useless stumps! Closer! I need you inside meee!" she sobbed, her voice raw with desperation, the thick mess of smegma-laced cum still glistening between her thighs as her ruined hips jerked in frantic, useless rhythm against the plush velvet.
Finally understanding what her sister wanted, Elsa surged upwards, the wrinkly tip of her foreskin-covered cock-tip finding the spread lips of Anna's pussy waiting for it. A steady push, and she slipped inside her sister once again, sheating herself fullly inside the wet warmth with a satisfied grunt that vibrated through both their bodies like a struck gong.
The thick, veiny length of Elsa’s cock slid home in one smooth thrust, the foreskin stretching taut over the engorged crown as it breached the tight, swollen entrance of Anna’s pussy. The queen’s massive tits heaved violently as she bottomed out inside her sister, the thick base of her cock pressing flush against Anna’s stump-thighs while the foreskin reluctantly drew back, exposing the smegma-crusted pink flesh beneath.
The motion sent renewed pulses of pleasure through Anna’s freshly-bred cunt, fresh tears streaking her freckled cheeks—tears of despair that instantly dissolved into tears of joy as she felt the crusty glans kiss her cervix once more.
“Yes! Yes! This is your rightful place!” Anna shrieked, her green eyes rolling back in her head as the thick, veiny cock bottomed out inside her, the foreskin finally retracting fully to expose the smegma-crusted crown grinding against her cervix. The motion sent fresh storms of pleasure crashing through her limbless torso, the wet walls of her cunt fluttering violently around the invading shaft in reflexive ecstasy.
Her massive freckled tits bounced violently beneath the velvet gown with each deep, relentless thrust, the dark nipples dragging against the fabric in slow, hypnotic waves that sent shivers through the queen’s engorged cock.
“I love you, Elsa! I love you, I love you, I love you!” Anna moaned, delirious, her ruined stumps flailing helplessly in the air as her sister, her queen, her lover slammed every thick inch of her thirteen-inch cock deep into her ginger pussy that had never known a man, until Elsa’s shemale cock made it hers.
The room dissolved into a haze of sweat and sighs; velvet brushed silk as Elsa’s hips pistoned forward, the foreskin gliding slick and smeary along the tender inner walls of Anna’s freshly-bred cunt. Each withdrawal dragged thick ropes of white fluid in its wake, the combined scent of smegma, cum, and girlish musk thick enough to taste before it even reached their lips.
“I love you too, Anna,” Elsa moaned, her hands rising from Anna’s scarred thighs to grab handfuls of freckled titflesh, fingers sinking into the enormous mounds like play-doh. “I love you so much... I never want to take my cock out of you.” The words pulsed between them like another heartbeat, synchronised with the slick, obscene slide of flesh inside flesh.
Anna gasped, the sudden wave of emotion threatening to unravel her completely—her lips parting in a silent scream that never left her throat, the sound stolen by the thick, veiny length that had already begun to piston back inside her bred pussy. Her freckled tits heaved violently against Elsa’s grip, the dark nipples stiffening to tight peaks that rasped against the queen’s palms with every relentless thrust, sending fresh shocks of pleasure-pain through both their bodies.
The thick red tangle of Anna’s pubic hair stuck to their combined fluids, the wiry strands clinging to Elsa’s pelvis as she squeezed and shaped her sister’s enormous tits with desperate hunger.
"Fuck me, breed me, love me. I’m yours. My pussy is yours, my tits... everything of me that survived the ice is yours..."
The words tore from Anna’s throat in a voice cracked with need, the emerald eyes rolling back in her head as fresh tears of bliss streamed down her freckled cheeks in thick rivulets that splashed against the velvet armchair beneath her limbless torso. Her ruined stumps writhed uselessly in the air, the scar tissue twitching with phantom sensations as Elsa’s thirteen-inch cock pistoned relentlessly between the slick, hairy lips of her cunt.
The thick phimotic foreskin dragged in slow, obscene drags through the swollen folds, smearing fresh ropes of thick smegma between them before finally retracting entirely to bare the glistening crown as it hammered against Anna’s cervix.
And then she came—flooding her little sister’s stretched pussy with another thick load of hot, smegma-laced cum, the thick ropes splattering against Anna’s inner walls with wet, meaty *thwacks* that sent fresh shudders through both their bodies. The bedsprings groaned beneath them, the plush velvet armchair squeaking in protest as Elsa bottomed out inside Anna with a guttural groan, her massive tits heaving violently against the queen’s sweaty grip.
Anna’s spine arched in a silent scream that never left her throat—her back bowed off the chair in violent convulsion, the thick white ropes of Elsa’s cum flooding her womb with wet, obscene *gushes* that breached the flared cervix and bubbled deep into the uterus like molten glass. Every thick jet of semen flooded her uterus, her fallopian tubes, drenching the delicate mucosa in scalding smegma-laced cum, up and deep until her very ovaries were drowning in Elsa's cum as the queen’s swollen cock pistoned relentlessly between Anna’s ruined thighs. The thick foreskin dragged slick and slow through Anna’s stretched-tight entrance with each withdrawal, dragging fresh ropes of cum back into the vaginal vault before plunging home once more, the glans kissing the drenched cervix each time with wet, meaty slaps
Anna’s green eyes flew wide, the freckles across her cheeks standing out stark against the sudden pallor as the swelling of her belly became impossible to ignore.
"Elsaaaaa!" she shrieked, the word torn from her throat like a prayer and a plea in one breathless syllable.
And then came the torrent.
Anna squirted in a mind-numbing orgasm, her pussy—already stuffed to the gushing brim with Elsa’s thick, smegma-laced cum—launched burst after burst of clear, musky squirt straight onto her sister’s lap. Each searing jet of fluid hit the Queen’s velvet robe in thick, sizzling arcs, the powerful expulsion of Anna’s overfilled cunt sending fresh showers of translucent fluid splattering across Elsa’s sweaty thighs, the plush fabric growing dark and clinging in obscene patches beneath the deluge.
Anna's stump limbs trembled violently, convulsing in useless spasms as wave after wave of orgasm crashed through her limbless torso, the cumflated belly already taking on the unmistakable roundness of early pregnancy even as the last pulses of Elsa's cock throbbed deep inside her bred cunt.
Elsa cursed softly, her massive tits heaving in synchronization with the trembling of her sister’s helpless stumps, the thick foreskin of her engorged cock making obscene wet *squelches* as it withdrew from the stretched entrance with a final, filthy pop. The sight of Anna’s gaping cunt—swollen, glazed with cum, and still quivering with aftershocks—was almost too much for the queen to bear.
As she eased her smegma-coated cock from her little sister’s depths, the first thick ropes of cum and squirt gushed out in a tidal wave, flooding from between Anna’s spread lips in obscene, pearlescent waves that splattered against the plush rug. The thoroughly fucked princess wailed, her massive freckled tits shuddering violently as her hairy cunt prolapsed slightly around the withdrawing shaft, as if it didn't want Elsa's cock to leave it's depths.
A thick rope of smegma-laced cum dripped from the gaping pussy-hole, collecting on the plush rug before sliding into a puddle. "Th-thank you, Elsa..." Anna half-whispered, her voice hoarse from the thorough fucking she endured. "Thank you... for breeding me. I'll give birth to your babies, I promise. There's no way I'm not pregnant after being fucked like that..." She lifted one stub, as if trying to move her hair behind her ear, before remembering that she didn't have arms anymore.
A sniff, and fat tears welled in her eyes. "Elsa... I I can't get up by myself." The words cracked, raw with embarrassment and something deeper—something like fear.
The princess’s massive, freckled tits rose and fell in uneven rhythm as she blinked back tears. Her thighs trembled where they splayed uselessly against the velvet, her thick red pubic hair glistening with the last dribbles of cum that had just been squeezed from her pussy. The sight made Elsa’s throat tighten.
"I forgot," Anna whispered, her green eyes wide and hurt. "I forgot about the ice. I forgot about Hans. I forgot about everything... except how good it felt to have you inside me." Another tear slipped down her cheek. "But now I remember again—how useless I am."
Anna let out a trembling laugh, her massive freckled tits shuddering as she struggled to heave herself upright, the spent mess still glistening between her thighs. With a sniff, fighting back tears, Anna lifted her arm stumps, like a child asking to be picked up. "A little help? I think I'll need another bath..."
Elsa’s breath hitched at the raw vulnerability in those stumps, pale and scarred, lifting so pitifully toward the ceiling. Her cock twitched despite the post-sex haze, the foreskin still smeared with Anna’s fluids as she rose swiftly from the plush rug, the velvet robe whispering against her skin. Without a word, she scooped her little sister into her arms, the princess’s heavy tits cushioning against her chest as Anna let out a soft, embarrassed whimper.
"Thank you..."