The sensation was utterly strange — how could he even describe it?
It was exactly like a clumsy little rabbit cautiously approaching you, trembling yet determined.
The moment Elsa's lips closed around him, Li Ke could distinctly feel the incredible softness of her mouth. Her lips were plush and warm, almost fragile, and her tongue… God, her tongue was even softer — velvet-slick and timid at first, then bolder. Even Rias, with all her scorching sensuality, couldn't quite compare in this particular way. Rias was fire: aggressive, consuming, overwhelming. Elsa was something entirely different — delicate, careful, almost reverent.
On the surface she looked so pure, so angelic, yet here she was, cheeks hollowed, lashes fluttering against her cheeks as she took him deeper.
Li Ke hadn't intended to lose himself in it — this was supposed to be "work," after all — but the instant her mouth enveloped him fully, his hand moved on pure instinct, fingers threading into her pale golden hair and tightening just enough to make her freeze.
A small, startled sound vibrated around his length.
"S-sorry," he rasped, immediately loosening his grip. "I… I lost control for a second."
Elsa didn't speak — couldn't, really — but she didn't pull away either. Instead she gave the tiniest nod of understanding, then carefully resumed, making sure her teeth never grazed him. Her lips sealed tighter, creating a perfect, wet suction as she began to move again.
Her tongue was surprisingly small compared to the other girls he'd been with, almost dainty — he couldn't help but wonder if that was some Disney-princess trait wired into her very being — yet that smallness made every flick and curl feel impossibly precise. The flat of her tongue pressed firmly along the underside, cradling him, while the delicate tip danced in quick, fluttering sweeps right beneath the sensitive ridge, teasing the slit on every upstroke.
Each time she swirled, a fresh jolt of pleasure shot up his spine.
Li Ke bit the inside of his cheek to keep from groaning too loudly.
Down below, Elsa was trying desperately to focus.
The taste hit her harder than she'd expected.
It wasn't that he was unclean — he wasn't — but that raw, primal musk was simply there, inescapable: salty, slightly bitter, thick on her tongue no matter how much she swallowed. The steady leak of pre-cum only made it stronger, coating the roof of her mouth, sliding down her throat in slow, viscous threads. She fought the faint wave of nausea; she was a princess raised in luxury, not used to anything so… primal.
Still, she worked diligently.
Queen's education had been extremely thorough on theory: positions, rhythm, pressure points, how to coax release, how to avoid conception or encourage it when desired. But no textbook could prepare her for the sheer physical reality of it — the heat, the pulse against her tongue, the way it swelled thicker every time she sucked harder, the way it twitched and leaked more when she found the right spot.
And right now the biggest problem wasn't the taste.
It was breathing.
She'd been so focused on technique that she hadn't realized how long she'd been holding him deep. Her nose was almost brushing his pelvis; each inhale was shallow, frantic, barely enough oxygen. When she tried to pull back for air, the head bumped the back of her throat again — right against her soft palate, nudging her tonsils — and her gag reflex fluttered dangerously.
She squeezed her eyes shut, determined to endure just a few more seconds.
Li Ke's breathing had turned harsh. His fingers flexed in her hair again — not pulling this time, just holding on like he was afraid he'd float away.
"I'm— close," he warned through gritted teeth.
Elsa made a muffled sound of acknowledgment, the vibration traveling straight through him.
She hollowed her cheeks harder, tongue lashing faster beneath the crown, one small hand coming up to wrap around the base she couldn't fit and stroking in tight, slippery twists to match the rhythm of her mouth.
That was it.
The moment she tried to exhale through her nose and pull back just a fraction, Li Ke's hips jerked forward involuntarily.
A low, broken groan tore from his throat as the first thick spurt hit the back of her mouth.
Elsa's eyes flew wide.
Hot. So hot. And so much.
Pulse after heavy pulse flooded her tongue, coating it, spilling past the corners of her lips when she couldn't swallow fast enough. The taste was overwhelming now — salt and musk and something distinctly him — but she didn't pull away. She kept her lips sealed, kept sucking gently through his climax, milking every shuddering jet until his thighs trembled and his grip in her hair finally went slack.
Only then did she slowly, carefully draw back.
A glistening strand of saliva and semen stretched between her swollen lower lip and the glistening head before snapping.
She coughed once — softly — eyes watering, cheeks flushed crimson.
Li Ke stared down at her, chest heaving, looking almost dazed.
"…You okay?" he managed.
Elsa wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, gave a tiny, shy nod… then offered him the smallest, bravest smile.
"I… I think I did it right?"
Her voice was hoarse, a little wrecked, and impossibly sweet.
Li Ke let out a breathless laugh and gently brushed a strand of damp hair from her forehead.
"Yeah," he murmured, thumb tracing her cheek. "You did it perfectly."
The sheer force of the withdrawal sent Elsa into a violent fit of coughing. As Li Ke pulled back, his "spear" seemed to be ejected by a powerful recoil, the momentum snapping Elsa's head back as if she'd been struck by a physical blast.
She retched, gagging as a mixture of saliva and thick, white fluid sprayed out. To her utter mortification, the pungent, viscous substance had even forced its way into her nasal passages, leaking out uncontrollably.
She couldn't stop hacking, her breath clouded with white froth, her eyes streaming with tears from the raw irritation in her throat. As her hand instinctively slapped the floor for support, a layer of frost instantly blanketed everything around her. Even Li Ke shivered as he watched the mess Elsa had coughed up crystallize into jagged, grotesque shards of ice on the ground.
Elsa fought to reign in the glacial power surging within her. Despite her panic, she hadn't lost her resolve, and she quickly forced the biting cold back into submission. Yet, a deep sense of unease began to stir in her chest.
And yet—that gnawing sensation of being an outsider, of being "at odds" with this world, had truly begun to fade!
Elsa continued to cough, while Li Ke, enduring the bone-chilling air, moved quickly to pat her back, trying to ease her suffering. Truthfully, his entire body was trembling. Though he practiced Blood Qi and had developed a high resistance to cold, Elsa's presence still radiated a freezing aura.
Specifically, it was a cold that felt impossible to resist.
A strange comparison suddenly popped into Li Ke's mind: Who was more powerful—Elsa, or the Frost Dragon Skasa?
He was inclined to say Elsa. After all, an ice dragon couldn't exactly do... this. But looking at the sheer scale of the "disasters" they both caused, perhaps they were more alike than he thought.
But for now, the most important thing was looking after Elsa.
"Are you alright, Elsa? I'm so sorry. I didn't expect you to breathe out right then—I was trying to move too quickly. That was my mistake," Li Ke said, his voice full of concern as he quickly produced some tissues and fresh water.
Elsa took the water once her coughing fit finally subsided and began to rinse her mouth. She didn't seem to mind the mishap, waving off his apologies. It took her a moment to catch her breath before she could actually speak.
"It's fine. It was my fault... I'm just not experienced enough," Elsa said with a slight shake of her head. To her, the fault lay with her own clumsiness; it was obvious Li Ke was a "seasoned veteran" in these matters, while she was a total novice. It felt only natural for a beginner to run into trouble.
She coughed a few more times and looked up at him.
Under the soft glow of the moonlight, Li Ke's "spear" had already stood tall once again. He couldn't really be blamed—Elsa's silhouette was simply too elegant and slender, and she carried such a delicate, intoxicating scent. It was only natural for him to react this way being so close to her.
Elsa pursed her lips, the lingering taste still present. She reached out, pointing toward him, but a small puff of frost accidentally shot from her fingertips. The cold mist dissipated into the air before it could touch him.
"I... I'm okay now," she murmured. "Do you want to go again?"
Li Ke glanced at his status and saw that Elsa had just provided him with nearly five hundred energy points in one go. It was clear that while she looked calm on the surface, she was actually quite shaken deep down.
Li Ke watched her—the proud Queen of Arendelle, now reduced to a breathless, shivering girl in the moonlight. He gently patted her back, his hand a steady anchor as she cleared the last of the white fluid from her throat.
"Let's call it a day, Elsa," he said, his voice dropping to a warm, protective murmur. "There's no need to rush. You've already given me more than enough energy for tonight. We're in no hurry."
Elsa didn't look up, but she leaned into his touch, her silent nod the only answer. In the quiet of the room, the frost began to recede, leaving only the soft sound of their shared breathing in the dark.