Hypersexual Hypothermia

I was walking around in 34° just now in boxer-briefs and a form-fitting white polyester shirt.

My Nord blood suffers not the cold and so sweat had built up beneath my tight garments - I slipped them off and let Elsa caress my body with her icy touch. I flung my shirt into the air and the droplets of moisture froze into snow in the air. A flurry of my own making fell around me. Elsa ran her hands over my body and tickled me with her icy fingertips. My nipples hardened and stood erect to try to conserve their precious heat, but the Snow Queen was not so easily tricked. Her frosty touch danced over my bulding chest and she held me around my pectorals.

"A true son of Arendelle you are in deed, Ned." Elsa said. I blushed at her complimenting me on the hardiness of my constitution. She left my chest and squeeze the hard form of my muscular back and shoulders. She nipped at my shoulder blades - I demurely turned and gasped at her daring to so carelessly lay her mouth upon me. Elsa looked up at me with a naughty grin and arched her eyebrows invitingly. I resistted the temptation to take her and throw her upon the snowy ground and lay my Knarr upon her frozen shores. She found the curves of my arms and squeezed them, testing their strength. I flexed my tricep and Elsa gasped at how hard it grew in her hands. She stepped around to face me and kissed me on the cheek.

Snow Queen Elsa had kissed me. I bit my lips, lower, then upper, and dared to try to take her. I slipped my arm around her waist and pulled her toward me. Elsa gazed invitingly into my pale green eyes - her own, perfect crystal blue, shone back muddled and dim in the flickering torchlight. After a moment she turned her nose up and cast her eyes down it and glared at me.

"Why so timid, my fine son of Arendelle? You are my beloved subject - and for tonight, I am yours." Elsa said, breathily. I thrust my mouth upon her and fetl her warm lips tremble as I pressed against them. Elsa ran her fingers through my untidy blonde locks and down over my ears. She twiddled my earlobe and stroked her fingers along the curve of my cheek. Elsa bristled the tip of my eyebrow with her thumb then filtered her hands back through my hair and took a clump in her hand to hold me against her lips. Hot breaths from her nose fell against me and banished the cold night's air. Finally I released her and thrust my chin skyward. I caught my breath then spent my precious heat into the air.

"Is her Majesty pleased with this son's boldness?" I asked the Snow Queen. "You'll have to be bolder than that, fair boy, to satisfy my longing for love." Elsa replied. "Bolder by half at least." she added. I threw my arms around Elsa's hips and drew her up from the ground. Elsa threw her arms around my broad shoulders - I carried her to my father's carriage and tossed her upon the pile of hay in the rear.

"What are we going to do on the haybed?" Elsa asked as hay flew into the air around her with a pomf. I climbed in and put my knees on either side of her hips

"Now, Snow Queen, I will show you the meaning of boldness true." I said and leaned down to kiss her again. A mere peck before I rose left Elsa confused. She looked up at me in disappointment. Stone-faced I glared back at her imperiously, and with purpose, then took the hem of her bustline and ripped it asunder. Elsa gasped as her pale breasts fell from the gauzy wool which had concealed them. Her nipples, chalkily pink, begged for me to take them in my mouth

I kissed Elsa's breast and took her soft nipple in my mouth. Even in the bitter cold just above freezing hers would never harden, as mine had. I took her other breast in my hand and played with its curves, testing its ponderance. I squeezed her breast as I suckled the other. Elsa ran her fingers through my hair and let me pleasure her for a moment before she put her hand against my chest and pushed me back

"Show your Queen how a man plows snow" she said. Elsa sat up and unfastened her dress at the back. "Pull it off me now, fair boy" she said. I tore the fabric in two down the front and exposed Elsa's soft belly, and, to my amazement, her hips as well. The Queen wore no bloomers under her dress. In the dim torchlight peeking through the cracks the stark blondeness of her fine nest of feminine hair stood out against her pale skin.

"Not like this, my Queen" I said. I turned Elsa over onto the hay and picked her up by her hips. She rested herself on her knees and spread her legs apart. The fat pink petals of Elsa's rose glistened invitingly. I stretched myself over her and set my foot next to her knees. I set my own knee upon the ground next to her leg and slappped myself to action.

The little viking came to attention quickly. I rubbed the tip of it against Elsa's soft lips and let her moisture coat the head. She nearly dripped with anticipation. I drove into her and Elsa fell forward at the force of the entry. She reset her knees and steadied herself on her elbows in the hay, then pushed back against me until I was completely inside her. I shoved my hips forward to seal my skin against her chalkily pink and puffed lips.

Elsa let me grow inside her until I'd reached my full length and I drew my hips back. She clenched down upon me with the ring-muscles of her soft sleeve to slow my leaving her so soon. I dragged myself out as far as I could before she caught me by the head and squeezed as tightly as she could. I thrust back into Elsa's body and her hips shook.

"Oh. More than I was expecting from a simple man of letters," Elsa said. I drew back and thrust into her again and she bucked her hips against me. "You know nothing, my Queen, of lettered men. Our dreams are more subtle and gross than the timid aspirations of simple ice harvesters... or their monarchs" I said as I slammed into her once more. I led Elsa into rocking backwards onto me whenever I could careen into her and we adopted a pleasant rythym. We swayed against each other on the soft hay for a good while. I leaned forward and took Elsa's breasts in my hands and pulled her up towards me as I sat back on the hay. I fell back and Elsa rested on top of me.

Elsa spread her hips wide and planted her feet astride my thighs, then rocked against my hips. I put my feet against the cold wooden planks of the carriage and thrust Elsa upward. She steadied herself on the hay beneath me and leaned forward into a squat. I thrust up into her again, and nearly took her off her feet. Elsa reached back and put her arms aside me. I took them in my hands and held them aloft, and threw my body up under her.

I was really fucking her now. Elsa moaned as I slammed her down onto me by the arms. She shook her head from side to side and tried to wriggle her arms free, but gave up once she realized my grip was far too strong to escape easily. Elsa took over and brought herself up and down over the stiff pole sticking up from below my waist.

She fell down the last time and stopped. Elsa turned herself around without letting me leave her wetness and jumped up and down in my lap. Once I'd made it round. I reached out and grabbed her around the hips and helped her rise and fall around me. After a few strokes her legs seemed to tire. I put my arms around her again and leaned forward until my knees were on the ground and held her against me.

With my hands still around her waist I picked Elsa up and stabbed at her inside as if I were thrusting into my own hands. I felt a stirring in my loins and laid Elsa down on the hay again. She gasped as I stroked against the inside of her one last time and spurted my hot, sticky, essence into her.

I blinked and Elsa had vanished. A woman in a blue uniform shirt looked down at me with concern and felt my neck.

"Hypothermic reaction. Eventually they get so hot inside from the blood flow stopping they strip off their clothes to try to cool off. Lucky we got to him in time" she said.