The Snow Queen

Winter had lasted for ages. The Snow Queen resided in her castle and was unseen all but one day a year. This was when she would select a man from the village to live with her in her ice castle. She promised the villagers that, if they did this, she would not destroy the village. Each year, the previous man was returned unharmed but with no recollection of the time spent with The Snow Queen. Over the years, the people of the village had resisted this demand, attempting to kill her any way that they could. Each attempt was unsuccessful and only resulted in death for those who opposed her. Her magic was too powerful and to resist was futile.

Over time, it became a ritual for the village. The Snow Queen's arrival was like a holiday. Everyone in the village would come together in the town square and welcome back the previous year’s selected man. Many of the men saw it as an honor to be selected. They knew that, by being selected, they were protecting the village. They had nothing to fear, after all, The Snow Queen was quite beautiful and would always return them in one year’s time. She kept her word and no harm was done.

This year seemed to be no different. We all gathered in the town square, eager to welcome Shane, last year's selection, back from his year with The Snow Queen. Though some people thought her cruel or evil, The Snow Queen allowed time for everyone to welcome Shane, and all the others before him, before she made her next selection. Everyone cheered as he came into the square. They hugged and kissed him as he made his way through the crowd. Some people asked, but of course he remembered nothing of the past year’s events.

Then The Snow Queen arrived. The already cold air became noticeably colder and a hush fell over the crowd as she entered the square. Her icy blue eyes scanned the villagers and everyone stood motionless in anticipation. She walked elegantly through the crowd, occasionally stopping to study some of the men more closely. As she neared me, I could feel the cold resonating from her body. She stopped again, put her finger under the chin of the man next to me, tilting his head up and glaring into his eyes.

Moving on, she strode past me. She had never been this close to me before and I noticed how tall she was for a woman. Then she stopped abruptly. Turning her head to the side she peered back at me. My eyes locked onto hers and a slight grin creased her lips. Surely she was not looking at me. Why would she be looking at me? My heart began to race. I was only twenty and not yet married, so I never expected this day to involve me. Why me? She had never selected a woman before.

“You,” she said, squinting her eyes. “What is your name?”

“M-my n-name is Freja,” I stuttered.

She lifted her hand and I watched the familiar swirl of glowing, snowy blue magic rise from her palm. As she stared at me her thin lips puckered, gently blowing the swirling spell towards my face. I inhaled deeply and could hear gasps from the people around me. Suddenly, I felt a sense of calm and warmth.

“Come with me, Freja” she said. Her lips never moved and I knew her voice was only in my head.

I nodded and placed my hand into hers, which still glowed a beautiful blue. Much to my surprise, her touch did not feel cold. Instead it was warm. Relaxing. Loving.

She led me by the hand past all the shocked faces of my fellow villagers. They whispered as we passed by, in complete disbelief. I too was surprised, for I felt happy, pleased to be by her side. We stepped onto her sleigh and she wrapped her arms around me, taking the reins. Her body pressed against my back and a shiver of arousal coursed through me. I tried to look over my shoulder to see her, but her arms squeezed tighter, preventing me from turning. We traveled quickly up the mountain, to a place I had never been before. A place that the elders forbid anyone from going.

“We are almost there,” she whispered, her breath tickling my ear.

I closed my eyes as my mind worked on unraveling my feelings. It wasn’t that I couldn’t see beauty in other women, because I did. But never had I felt a strong sexual attraction. It also didn’t seem possible for me to develop feelings for her this rapidly. It had to be the spell she cast on me. Right? Is this what she had done to all the men before me?

I opened my eyes and looked at her smooth, pale hands. Even they were elegant, gracefully steering the beasts that pulled us. Her nails were like sharp shards of ice at the end of each finger, reminding me of the fierceness she was capable of.

Ice giants stood guard at the gate, which opened with a subtle wave of her hand.

“Welcome home,” she said, stepping from the sleigh.

I was seeing a place that had been seen by few and remembered by none. A place that everyone knew, but only in stories. As I looked at the castle, I noticed that not everything was made of ice like all the stories said. No, her castle, though covered in a thin layer of ice and snow, was made much like any other. Stones and wood. What was most unique was that there were more windows than any castle I had ever seen in any book. Once inside, I found the castle to be warm and quite bright from all the windows, especially considering no torches or candles were burning. Upon closer examination, I discovered that the windows were made of ice. Somehow they were not melting.

“Magic,” she explained, as she laid her hand on the window before me. Emanating from her hand, the window turned from crystal clear to a beautiful frosted snowflake pattern.

I stood in awe. Her magic was mesmerizing to behold but my eyes were drawn to her hand. Then up her bare arm to her delicate shoulders. Her smooth, flawless skin had a slight sparkle that was begging to be touched. My eyes explored the thin delicate features of her face, finally finding her dazzling blue eyes that softened as I peered into them.

“Come. I will give you a tour of my castle,” she said, taking my hand.

She escorted me through the main areas of the expansive castle. There was a massive dining hall with a table that could seat over twenty people, which seemed odd considering she never had that many guests. She showed me an amazing library, which piqued my interest. It was in a large turret, tucked away in the corner with more books than I had ever seen. There was a fireplace burning and lush furnishings. It was a library of my dreams and I knew this would be a place I would spend a great deal of my time. Next were the bedrooms. I had presumed that she wanted me to sleep with her, but our rooms were separate, though just down the hall from one another. I must admit I was surprised and a little disappointed. Perhaps I was wrong about what she intended to do with me. Were my feelings for her truly mine alone? Was there actually no influence from a spell?

“Would you like a hot bath, Freja?” she asked, gently stroking my cheek with the back of her hand.

“That would be nice,” I said, moving my head towards her touch, closing my eyes.

Would we be bathing together or was that wishful thinking? I thought about her touch and what it meant as she led me to a large, open room with a dome of windows and an oversized, free standing tub in the center. It was already full, steam rising from the water's surface.

I looked at her, hoping she would make the first move. She nodded her head and turned to leave the room. I decided I should just take a chance.

“Will you be joining me?” I asked, blushing as the words left my lips.

“If that is what you want,” she replied, still facing away.

“Yes,” I replied without giving it a moment's thought.

She turned to face me, her eyes sparkled in the pale moonlight. I was suddenly very nervous as I realized what I had just gotten myself into. I was attracted to her. But was I ready to be naked in a bathtub with her?

She walked to the tub and ran her finger tips through the water. “You are not afraid that I will freeze the water... since I am who I am?”

“It’s not frozen yet,” I answered, now realizing that that was a possibility.

She laughed. “True.”

I stood, watching her, too nervous to begin undressing. Was she trying to warn me? Should I be afraid?

“You’re not going to bathe with your clothes on are you?” She asked with a wicked grin.

“Of course not,” I replied as I began to unbutton my coat.

I stripped off my clothes and tried to cover my breasts with one arm while twisting awkwardly to hide the rest. Just as I was wondering if she was going to do the same, her clothes slowly vanished in a swirl of glowing blue snowflakes. I stared at her beautiful body as she walked to me confidently. Taking the hand that wasn’t trying to hide my breasts, she walked me to the edge of the tub. Something about her touch made me relax. I stopped trying to hide myself and stepped in the tub while still holding her hand. The water was almost hotter than I could stand but as my body sank below the surface, relaxing waves coarsed through my body.

I watched her long slender legs slip into the water in front of me. I thought I should avert my eyes but was unable to do so. It’s not as if she was trying to hide anything. If I had a body like hers I might be that confident too. But I was an average height and I carried a few extra pounds. My large breasts were my greatest appeal, judging by the way most men would stare at them anyway.

“Ahh,” she exhaled in relief.

She leaned her head back, resting it on the edge of the tub, her long blond hair hanging off the side. As she leaned back further, her breasts protruded above the surface of the water. Then her smooth legs brushed against mine. Both nervous and aroused, I bit my lip. Her touch felt exhilarating and I desperately wanted to give in to my desires.

Her foot slowly slid up my calf and across my inner thigh, pushing my legs open slightly until rising from the water.

“Rub my feet?”

She posed it as a question, though I’m not sure that it was a request. I took her foot in both hands and began to massage it. Even the skin on her feet was soft. Now I was starting to feel jealous.

“Mmm, that feels nice,” she moaned.

Eventually she offered her other foot and I began to give it the same treatment. She picked her head up and watched me for a moment, moaning softly, then rested her head back on the edge. Once she was satisfied, she sat up and grabbed a large sponge sitting on a small table beside the tub. She handed it to me, and without saying a word, turned around and sat in my lap. Leaning forward, her ass slid across my thighs and pushed against my stomach as she came to rest against the edge. I suppressed a moan as my pussy tingled with excitement. I began washing the smooth, pale skin of her back. With my free hand, I gathered her beautiful hair, moving it to the side to wash her delicate shoulders. My fingers brushed through her hair, producing more soft moaning.

“You have beautiful skin,” I whispered, as I let my hand glide down her back and rest on her narrow waist.

“Thank you,” she replied, rolling her hips subtly in my lap.

Okay, now I was pretty sure the sexual attraction was mutual. We had only met today but at this point I didn't really care. Feeling her bare body pressed against mine was the only thing I could think about. I was rocking my hips into her before I realized what I was doing. I dropped the sponge in the water and sensually massaged her back. I let my hands roam from her shoulders to the top of her ass and everywhere in between. Soon she moved from my lap and turned around.

She rose from the water, and stepped out of the tub as I watched her every movement. Snowflakes floated from her skin instead of water drops as she grabbed the towel from the stool nearby. A sheer night dress appeared on her body in a swirl of sparkling blue magic as she handed me the towel. I stood up and took the towel as her eyes drifted to my breasts. I jiggled them for her amusement as I dried myself off.

“There are clothes for you to sleep in on the bed and the fireplace will burn all night. Is there anything you need, Freja?” she asked as we stood at the door of my bed chambers.

Of course there was something I needed. “No, My Queen,” I replied instead.

“My Queen,” she said with a smile. “I like that.” She paused as though admiring her new title. “Sleep well, Freja,” she said softly.

“Good night.”

I closed the door slowly, watching her continue down the hall to her chambers. Pushing it closed I let out a heavy sigh and leaned back against it. I smiled to myself, truly happy to be here in this place with her. Walking to the large four post bed, I dropped my towel to the floor and slipped into the night clothes she had laid out on the bed for me. I was not accustomed to such a luxurious lifestyle. Fine clothes. Fine bedding. A huge room with my own fireplace that did not need tending to. Then there was The Snow Queen. She had been so kind to me. All but the part where she got me all horny then bid me goodnight. But it had been a long day and I was ready for some rest. I snuggled in under the covers and quickly drifted off to sleep.

Light crept through the curtains the next morning, waking me from my first night in the castle. Once dressed, I passed My Queens chamber and noticed the door was open. Peeking inside, I found her room to be empty, so I continued down to the dining hall. There, I found her eating her breakfast while reading a book.

“Good morning, Freja. How did you sleep?” She asked, looking up from her book.

“Very well, thank you.”

“Eat whatever you’d like,” she said, waving her hand towards the elaborate spread. “I have things I need to do today. Feel free to explore. I will see you here for supper.”

Before I could say anything she was off. I ate my breakfast and spent the day roaming the castle. There was so much to see but not really all that much to do. I’m not sure what she worked on, but it was how she spent the next few days. I would see her at supper then she would go to her chambers for the evening.

This is when I also first noticed the servants. They were some sort of ice creature no doubt created by The Snow Queens magic. It appeared as though they made a point to remain out of sight, completing their tasks and disappearing. It did explain how my clothes were always clean, meals were made ready and the fireplaces stocked with wood.

I began to spend most of my time in the library which suited me just fine, there was so much to read. But it was a little lonely and I began to truly wonder the purpose of my being there. Had I done something to offend her? Then one night, that all changed.

I was lying in the bath when I was startled by a figure in the doorway. The room was filled with steam, clouding my view.

“My Queen?”

“I’m sorry. I… didn’t mean to disturb you,” she said awkwardly. She was never awkward.

“No. You did not disturb me. Please, come in.”

She walked to the edge of the tub as I closed my eyes and leaned my head back to rinse my hair. My breasts lifted from the water as I did so. I took my time, putting on a little show for her. Pushing my hands through my hair, I rang out the water. When I opened my eyes I found her watching my breasts as they descended back into the water.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to stare.”

“I like it when you stare,” I said boldly.

I smiled and bit my lip. My cheeks felt warm and I’m sure I was blushing. She gazed into my eyes as her hand came up and touched my face. Her thumb brushed back and forth against my lower lip as my mouth parted and I exhaled, fully aroused. She pushed her thumb slightly into my mouth and my tongue greeted it happily. I closed my lips around her thumb and sucked on it gently before she pulled it away.

“Mmm,” I complained softly.

She put her thumb into her mouth for a moment while locked onto my eyes. “Mind if I join you?”

Before I could answer, she was stepping into the tub as her dress flitted away in a swirl of blue snowflakes. Now it was I who was staring as her slim body slipped into the steaming water.

Drops of water collected on her long lashes and dripped off as she batted them seductively. I glanced back and forth between her lips and eyes, so badly wanting to kiss her but too afraid to make a move. I licked my lips in anticipation for the kiss I was sure was to come. The gap between our lips narrowed as we both slowly leaned forward. Then our lips touched, relieving the tension. She leaned in harder, kissing me deeply. Her lips were warm and soft. She tasted sweet, making me hungry for more. Our arms wrapped around each other and our bodies pressed together. It was passionate and loving and I didn’t want the kiss to end. Eventually it did but she continued to hold me while she studied my face.

“Freja… would you like to stay in my chambers tonight?”

“I would, My Queen,” I replied, never so sure of anything in my life.

I wore only the towel as we rushed to her chambers where our lips quickly met again. When she pulled away she took a step back, looking me up and down. With just her fingertips she gently pulled the edge of the towel that was tucked between my breasts. My towel dropped to the floor as she devoured me with her eyes. She caressed my cheek with one hand while the other came to rest on my waist. My breathing was becoming heavy and she watched my chest rise and fall. Soon her hands made their way to my breasts, cupping and pushing them together.

“Ahh,” I moaned, closing my eyes.

Tenderly, her hands continued to roam my breasts. My senses were on fire. My heart was racing. Her thumbs and index fingers pinched my erect nipples, pulling on them lightly. I cried out in delight. Then, releasing my nipples, she took my face in her hands and dove back into my mouth. I wrapped my arms around her, stroking the small of her back. I lifted her night dress and squeezed her firm ass. With our lips still tangled she walked me to the foot of the bed. It hit the back of my knees causing me to fall to a seated position. She broke from our kiss and placed her hand in the center of my chest for a moment, then pushed me gently with her finger tips. I fell to my back and watched as her night dress vanished the same way it had appeared.

I crawled on my back as she pursued me on her hands and knees to the head of the bed. Her body laid down onto mine, her erect nipples pressed into my soft bosom as she nuzzled into my neck, kissing it sensually. I arched my head back to encourage her to continue.

“Oh, My Queen,” I moaned.

“Mmm,” she moaned in reply, and continued kissing me.

As she nibbled down my neck, I cupped my hands around her small perky tits, letting my fingers bump over her nipples. My pussy tingled as she flicked my nipple with her tongue. She snaked one hand down my side onto my thigh as her mouth continued to work at my breasts. She stroked me with her finger tips, moving closer to my eager pussy with each stroke.

She lifted her head and stared into my eyes as her fingers brushed against my folds. Teasing me, she circled around, just on my outer lips. Gradually her fingers rubbed up and down through my wet folds as I spread my legs further open. She leaned into me, kissing me softly as she slid two fingers inside me. I moaned in her mouth as she pushed them in and out a few times. Then slowly slid them out. Why was she torturing me?

“Do you want more?” She asked as she put her fingers in her mouth, tasting my juices.

“Yes,” I said desperately.

She tilted her head, listening for more. “Yes?”

“Yes, My Queen,” I said smiling.

Her hand returned between my legs, her fingers sliding back inside me. This time her thumb pressed on my clit, stimulating it at the same time. I wanted to just lay there and enjoy myself but decided it only fair to reciprocate. Placing my hand on her waist I slid it down her flat stomach and between her legs. As my finger began to explore her pussy, I could feel myself quickly approaching a climax. I pressed my finger against her clit and held it there as my body began to shake from the orgasm that pulsed through me.

I rolled her over and laid beside her to recover while I resumed rubbing her. Moving to her side, she hooked her leg around me, allowing my fingers to continue, then pulled my head to her chest. It heaved with each breath as I began to kiss her breasts softly. I flicked my tongue on her nipple as she had done for me, making her moan. As my fingers got wet rubbing through her folds, I began to work them inside her. She pulled my head in harder, forcing her nipple into my mouth. She let out a moan each time I sucked in. The harder I sucked, the louder she moaned. As I flicked my tongue, I realized I was doing all the same things she had done to me. It was time to try something new.

I got to my hands and knees between her legs, holding my ass up in the air. I slid my fingers out and kissed her inner thighs and all around her soft pink pussy. She began to thrust her hips, urging for more. Finally I placed a kiss on her clit and sucked on it gently. I used my tongue to push her open, licking through her folds and landing on her clit again. I lapped at it rapidly as she latched onto my hair.

“Oh, Freja,” she moaned, responding to my tongue.

I moved a free hand down between my legs, fingering myself while my tongue pleasured My Queen. I pushed my tongue inside her wet opening as far as I could. Not far enough apparently, because she rolled her hips until I was back to that little bundle of nerves again. Pressing hard with my tongue, I aggressively stimulated her while I felt myself getting to the edge of coming again.

“Oh yes, Freja. Right there. Don’t stop,” she panted.

As her entire body bucked and jerked she screamed out in pure bliss. Her erotic sounds of pleasure pushed me over the edge and I began to come with her, though not as intensely as when it was by her hand.

I crawled up and laid beside her, both of us breathing heavy. Her face was glowing, and her eyes were so bright they were almost white. She smiled and draped herself over me, resting her head on my chest. We held each other and recovered from the best sex I had ever experienced.

But My Queen was not done with me. Turning around, she crawled on top of me once more, positioning her sweet pussy above my face and lowering her head between my legs. I squeezed her firm ass and went after her clit with my tongue. Pushing two fingers inside her, I thrust them in and out, her juices dripping into my mouth.

She wasted no time, kissing, nibbling and licking at my core. After already coming twice, my body was responding quickly to her agile tongue. Waves of pleasure washed over me with each stroke of her tongue while I tried to remain focused enough to pleasure her in return. Whenever I lost my rhythm, she would rock her hips, pushing herself down on my face to get me going again. I had never received pleasure this intoxicating and though it was hard to focus, I wanted to give her an equally amazing experience in return.

Focusing on the movement of my hand and tongue My Queen began to moan louder and louder. I started to feel small jerks from her body, then her walls clenched tightly onto my fingers and she lifted her head with a scream of ecstasy. I slowed my pace and slid out my fingers. I continued to place kisses on her satisfied pussy as she went back to work on mine. Before long, she had me coming again and she knew exactly when to stop.

She flopped onto the pillow next to me, smiling and panting.

“I have never been this satisfied,” I said, still coming down from the high.

“Nor I, Freja. You are a special woman.”

“Thank you, My Queen,” I said blushing.

We snuggled in under the covers, calling it for one evening. I slept wrapped in her embrace the rest of the night.

And that was just the first week

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