Chapitre 4: Day 4: Roleplay
Day 4: Roleplay
"You think you can escape me?" Elsa's voice was low and menacing, her words dripping with authority as she stalked toward Anna, who was bound tightly to the chair at the center of the dimly lit room. Her ice-blue eyes gleamed with a dangerous glint, and the long, dark cloak she wore flowed behind her like a shadow, adding to the air of command she carried effortlessly.
Anna, sitting bound and helpless, struggled against the ropes that secured her wrists to the armrests of the chair. Her heart raced in her chest, but she held her head high, defiance burning in her eyes as she glared up at Elsa. "I'll never submit to you," she spat, her voice filled with conviction. "No matter what you do."
Elsa's lips curled into a dark, satisfied smile as she stepped closer, her boots clicking softly against the stone floor. She stood over Anna, her shadow falling over her sister like a dark cloud, and her smile only deepened at the sight of Anna's struggle. "Oh, you will submit," Elsa purred, her voice dripping with arrogance. "By the time I'm done with you, you'll be begging for my mercy."
Anna's heart pounded, her body trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. She knew this was all a game—a role they'd slipped into before—but every time Elsa played the villain, Anna couldn't help but be swept away in the intensity of it all. The transformation Elsa underwent when she played the evil queen was mesmerizing, her usual kindness replaced with a dark, commanding presence that made Anna weak with anticipation.
"You may be able to trap me," Anna shot back, her voice defiant even as she felt the thrill of the moment pulse through her, "but you'll never break me."
Elsa chuckled softly, the sound low and dangerous. She reached out, her gloved fingers trailing lightly along Anna's cheek, the touch both cold and possessive. "Oh, little prisoner," Elsa whispered, her voice full of condescension. "You've already broken. You just don't know it yet."
Anna shivered at the touch, her breath catching in her throat as she felt the tension between them grow thicker. The ropes around her wrists and ankles were tight enough to hold her in place but not so tight that they hurt—just enough to remind her that, in this moment, she was completely at Elsa's mercy.
Elsa circled Anna's chair slowly, her fingers brushing over Anna's shoulders as she moved, her voice soft but filled with a dangerous edge. "You think you're strong," she murmured, her fingers trailing down the length of Anna's arm. "You think you can resist me. But I know your weaknesses, Anna. I know how to make you bend to my will."
Anna clenched her jaw, her body trembling as Elsa's fingers traced a slow, deliberate path down her arm and toward her waist. "You don't scare me," Anna whispered, though her voice wavered slightly as she felt Elsa's touch ignite a fire deep inside her. "I'll never bow to you."
Elsa's smile widened, her eyes gleaming with dark amusement as she leaned down, her breath warm against Anna's ear. "We'll see about that," she whispered, her voice dripping with menace. "You'll be mine before the night is over."
Anna's breath hitched, her pulse quickening as Elsa's words sent a shiver down her spine. The tension between them crackled like electricity, and Anna couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation. She tugged at the ropes again, testing them, but the knots held firm. She was trapped, completely at Elsa's mercy, and the thought both thrilled and terrified her.
Elsa's eyes gleamed as she noticed the subtle shift in Anna's demeanor, the way her body tensed with a mixture of excitement and fear. Slowly, she raised her hand, a soft mist of icy magic swirling around her fingers. "You think you're still in control, don't you?" Elsa murmured, her voice low and dangerous. "You think you can resist me... but we both know how this will end."
Anna's breath caught in her throat as she watched the magic dance around Elsa's fingers, the cool air brushing against her skin like a gentle warning. She tried to steady her breathing, but the anticipation was overwhelming, her heart pounding as Elsa's icy touch drew closer.
Elsa circled Anna's chair once more, her gloved hand brushing lightly over Anna's shoulder before coming to rest on her collarbone. The touch was deceptively gentle, but the cold was unmistakable, sending a shiver down Anna's spine. "You're mine now, Anna," Elsa whispered, her fingers tracing a slow, deliberate path down the center of Anna's chest, stopping just above the neckline of her gown.
Anna's breath hitched, her body reacting instinctively to the cold touch, her nipples hardening beneath the fabric of her dress. "Elsa... please..." she whispered, her voice trembling with a mixture of need and uncertainty. She didn't know if she was begging for more or for mercy, but in this moment, it didn't matter. She was at Elsa's mercy, completely helpless, completely vulnerable.
Elsa's smile widened, her icy fingers brushing lightly over the curve of Anna's breasts, teasing the sensitive skin through the thin fabric. "You're shivering," Elsa murmured, her voice full of dark amusement. "Is it from the cold... or from what you know is coming?"
Anna whimpered softly, her body trembling as Elsa's fingers moved higher, tracing a path up to her neckline. The icy magic danced across her skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake, and Anna bit her lip, trying to hold back the moan that threatened to escape.
"You're so sensitive," Elsa whispered, her fingers trailing over the fabric covering Anna's breasts, her touch light but cold enough to make Anna gasp. "I can feel your body reacting to me... and we haven't even begun."
With a flick of her wrist, Elsa used her magic to loosen the ties at the front of Anna's gown, exposing the creamy skin of her chest. Anna shivered, the cool air brushing against her skin as the fabric fell away, leaving her breasts bare to Elsa's gaze.
Elsa's eyes darkened with satisfaction as she reached out, her icy fingers brushing lightly over Anna's exposed nipples. The cold was shocking, making Anna gasp, her body jolting at the sensation. Her nipples hardened instantly under the touch, and she moaned softly, her hips shifting in the chair as the cold mixed with the heat building between her legs.
"Does that feel good?" Elsa whispered, her voice low and full of command as she pinched Anna's nipples lightly, the cold intensifying the sensation. "I can feel how much you want this, Anna... how much your body is betraying you."
Anna whimpered, her whole body trembling as Elsa's fingers teased her, the cold making her nipples ache with a mixture of pain and pleasure. She couldn't stop herself from reacting, her hips pressing forward as if seeking more of Elsa's touch, even as she struggled to keep her composure.
Elsa's smile widened, her eyes gleaming with dark amusement as she watched Anna's body respond. "You like this, don't you?" Elsa whispered, her fingers pinching harder now, making Anna gasp. "You like being at my mercy... helpless... knowing I can do whatever I want to you."
Anna's breath came in short, ragged bursts, her body quaking under Elsa's icy touch. She wanted to resist, to hold onto the last shred of her defiance, but the way Elsa touched her—the way her body reacted—made it impossible to think straight.
"I wonder," Elsa mused, her voice soft but filled with dark intent as her fingers trailed lower, brushing over the curve of Anna's waist, "how it feels to know that your own sister is doing this to you."
Anna's breath caught in her throat, her whole body tensing at the words. The taboo of the situation sent a jolt of arousal through her, mixing with the overwhelming sensation of Elsa's icy fingers. She couldn't deny the thrill of it, the way the forbidden nature of their relationship only heightened her desire.
Elsa seemed to sense this, her smile deepening as her fingers trailed lower, teasing the edge of Anna's undergarments. "You must be so ashamed," Elsa whispered, her voice dripping with condescension as her icy fingers slipped beneath the fabric, brushing lightly against Anna's inner thigh. "Ashamed that you're enjoying this... that your body is betraying you."
Anna whimpered, her whole body shaking as Elsa's fingers teased her, never quite touching her where she needed it most but keeping her on the edge, making her ache with anticipation.
"You're the worst kind of villain, aren't you?" Elsa continued, her voice soft but filled with dark amusement as her fingers moved higher, brushing lightly over the wetness between Anna's legs. "You're getting off on the fact that your own sister is doing this to you."
Anna's breath hitched, her body trembling as Elsa's fingers slid lightly over her entrance, the cold sending a shockwave of pleasure through her. She moaned softly, her hips pressing forward instinctively, desperate for more.
Elsa chuckled softly, her icy fingers sliding over Anna's folds, teasing her but never giving her enough to satisfy her. "But I suppose I'm the real villain here," Elsa whispered, her voice full of dark satisfaction as her fingers moved in slow, deliberate circles. "After all, I'm the one who's fucking her little sister... aren't I?"
Anna whimpered, her body trembling as Elsa's fingers slid lower, brushing lightly against her entrance. The cold was almost too much, sending shivers through her body as she felt herself clench instinctively, her body reacting to the sensation in ways she couldn't control.
Elsa noticed the way Anna's body tightened around her fingers, and her smile widened, her eyes gleaming with dark pleasure. "Look at you," she whispered, her voice soft but filled with condescension. "You're clenching around me... just because I called you my sister."
Anna's cheeks burned with embarrassment, but she couldn't stop the way her body responded to Elsa's words, the way the combination of the taboo and the intense pleasure made her clench even tighter around Elsa's icy fingers.
Elsa slid one finger inside Anna, the cold shocking her system and making her cry out softly, her body jolting forward as she tried to adjust to the sensation. The icy touch was intense, almost painful in its sharpness, but the pleasure that followed was undeniable, the contrast between the cold and the heat inside her making her whole body tremble.
"You're such a good little prisoner," Elsa whispered, her voice low and filled with dark affection as she slid another icy finger inside Anna, stretching her just enough to make her moan. "So tight... so desperate for me."
Anna's breath came in short, ragged bursts, her body shaking as Elsa's fingers moved inside her, the cold making her clench even tighter around them. She could feel the heat building between her legs, the ache for more growing stronger with every thrust of Elsa's fingers, but she was helpless, completely at Elsa's mercy.
"You're clenching so hard," Elsa murmured, her fingers moving faster now, her icy touch sending wave after wave of sensation through Anna's trembling body. "It must feel so good, doesn't it? To be fucked by your own sister."
Anna whimpered, her body trembling as Elsa's words hit her hard, the shame and the pleasure mixing together in a heady, intoxicating combination that left her breathless. She could feel herself tightening around Elsa's fingers, her body betraying her completely as the heat inside her grew unbearable.
"You like this," Elsa whispered, her voice soft but full of dark amusement as she pressed her icy fingers deeper inside Anna. "You like the way I touch you... the way I make you feel."
Anna's breath came in short, desperate gasps, her whole body trembling with the intensity of the sensation. She could feel herself getting closer, the heat building inside her, the tension in her body winding tighter with every movement of Elsa's fingers.
"You're mine," Elsa whispered, her voice filled with dark satisfaction as she leaned down, her lips brushing lightly against Anna's ear. "And you'll always be mine."
Anna whimpered softly, her breath coming in shallow gasps as Elsa's words washed over her. She could feel herself spiraling, her body trembling as Elsa's icy fingers moved inside her, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. The cold sent shockwaves through her core, intensifying every sensation, every movement.
Elsa pressed her mouth to Anna's neck, her lips grazing the sensitive skin just below her ear. "You're so perfect," Elsa murmured, her voice softer now, but still full of that possessive edge. "So tight... so eager for me."
Anna's whole body quivered as Elsa's fingers curled inside her, hitting that perfect spot over and over, making her hips buck uncontrollably against the restraints. She was trapped, unable to move, unable to escape the onslaught of pleasure that Elsa was forcing on her. Her body was on fire, every nerve ending buzzing with the intensity of Elsa's touch.
"You're close, aren't you?" Elsa purred, her voice taking on a huskier tone as her fingers continued their relentless rhythm.
Anna could only nod, her throat too tight to form words as the pleasure overwhelmed her. She was right on the edge, her body trembling with the need for release, but Elsa wasn't done yet. The cold inside her was growing unbearable, pushing her closer and closer to the brink, but just out of reach of satisfaction.
Elsa leaned back slightly, her icy fingers still moving inside Anna with precise, deliberate strokes. "I want to feel you come for me, Anna," Elsa whispered, her voice full of command. "I want to feel your body break apart under my touch."
Anna whimpered, her whole body trembling as she teetered on the edge, her breath coming in short, desperate bursts. She was so close, so ready to fall apart, but Elsa's words held her there, just at the edge of release, until she could barely think, barely breathe.
"Say it," Elsa whispered, her lips brushing against Anna's ear again. "Say that you're mine."
"I'm yours," Anna gasped, her voice breaking as she finally gave in. "I'm yours, my Queen... always yours."
The words were all it took. Elsa's fingers pressed deeper, her thumb brushing against Anna's clit with just the right pressure, and Anna's whole body convulsed as her orgasm hit her like a wave. She cried out, her hips bucking wildly against Elsa's hand, her wrists straining against the ropes as her body shook with the force of her release.
The icy coldness of Elsa's fingers only heightened the intensity of Anna's orgasm, the sharp contrast between the cold inside her and the heat of her release sending her over the edge in a way she had never experienced before. She could feel herself clenching around Elsa's fingers, her body shaking uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her.
Elsa didn't stop, her fingers still moving inside Anna, drawing out every last bit of her release, until Anna was left gasping, her body trembling with the aftershocks. Her head fell back against the chair, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts as she tried to steady herself, her whole body still buzzing with the intensity of what had just happened.
For a moment, the room was silent except for Anna's labored breathing, her body still trembling slightly from the force of her orgasm. Elsa's hand was still inside her, but she had stopped moving, her fingers resting gently inside Anna, as if grounding her, anchoring her to the moment.
And then, slowly, Elsa withdrew her fingers, the cold leaving Anna's body and making her shiver. The tension in the air began to shift, the intensity of the roleplay giving way to something softer, something more intimate.
Elsa stood up, her dark, commanding demeanor fading as she gently untied the ropes around Anna's wrists. Her eyes softened, her gloved hands moving with care as she freed her sister from the restraints. "Are you okay?" Elsa whispered, her voice filled with concern as she gently brushed a strand of hair from Anna's face.
Anna nodded, her breath still shaky, but there was a small smile on her lips. "I'm okay," she whispered, her voice soft but filled with affection. "I'm more than okay."
Elsa's lips curved into a gentle smile, and she knelt down in front of Anna, her fingers moving to untie the ropes around her ankles. Once Anna was completely free, Elsa leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to her sister's forehead, the warmth of her touch a stark contrast to the cold they had just shared.
"I'm sorry if I was too rough," Elsa murmured, her voice filled with tenderness now. "You're amazing, Anna. Thank you for trusting me."
Anna shook her head, her hands reaching up to cup Elsa's face, her touch gentle but firm. "You were perfect," Anna whispered, her eyes filled with love. "I loved every moment of it."
Elsa's cheeks flushed slightly at the compliment, but there was relief in her eyes as she smiled down at Anna. She took Anna's hands in hers, gently pulling her up from the chair and guiding her toward the bed that was tucked away in the corner of the room.
"Come on," Elsa said softly, her voice full of care as she helped Anna lie down on the bed, her touch gentle and reassuring. "Let's get you comfortable."
Anna smiled, her body still trembling slightly from the aftershocks of her release, but the warmth of Elsa's care filled her with a deep sense of contentment. She let Elsa pull the covers over her, her heart swelling with love as her sister climbed into bed beside her.
The intense energy of their roleplay had melted away, replaced by the soft glow of aftercare, a moment of quiet intimacy between them that felt just as powerful as what had come before.
Elsa's arms wrapped around Anna, pulling her close, and Anna sighed contentedly as she snuggled into her sister's embrace. The room was quiet now, the tension gone, and all that remained was the warmth of their connection, the quiet love that bound them together.
"I love you," Anna whispered, her voice soft but full of emotion.
Elsa smiled, pressing a soft kiss to the top of Anna's head as she whispered back, "I love you too."
For a moment, they lay there in silence, wrapped in each other's arms, the heat of their bodies warming the space between them. The intensity of their earlier play was gone, but the connection remained, stronger than ever.
"You're incredible," Elsa murmured, her voice filled with affection as she stroked Anna's hair. "You're everything to me."
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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