"Fine," I sighed, giving in with all the resistance of wet tissue paper. "Sit on the bed."
Elsa practically bounced onto the mattress with impish glee, arranging herself so she was propped up against the pillows like a queen on her throne.
She extended her legs toward me, wiggling her toes in anticipation.
I sat cautiously at the foot of the bed and took one of her tiny feet in my large hands.
Her skin was surprisingly soft, her foot small enough that I could almost completely envelop it in my grip.
I was never a feet guy, but she had a frickin’ cute pair of feet. I began to knead an arch gently, watching her reaction.
"Mmmmm," Elsa moaned as her eyes closed in pleasure, and her head tilted back against the pillows. "Ohhhhh yes, right there."
I swallowed hard, suddenly very aware of how intimate this was—her nearly naked on the bed, moaning as I massaged her foot, while rays of sunlight leaked through the window curtains, highlighting her frankly insane body and the lustrous shine of her golden hair.
I adjusted my position slightly, trying to conceal a growing problem of my own.
"Ahhhhh," she sighed as I worked my thumb into a particularly tense spot. "By the Silver-Bark Tree, that’s divine. Your hands should be registered as magical items of exceeding rarity. That fingers alone can elicit such pleasure in a body as perfect as mine is—nyah!—remarkable."
I had to privately smirk at that remark.
After a few minutes of this treatment, Elsa had completely abandoned any pretense of watching the TV or doing anything at all other than luxuriate in my touch.
Her eyes were closed, her head tilted back, and there was an expression of pure ecstasy on her face that made me proud of myself. And horny.
Her closed eyes also gave me the opportunity to look at her more openly, which I did.
My eyes traced the graceful curve of her narrow neck, the rise and fall of her impressive chest with each breath, and the taut plane of her stomach.
"You know," Elsa sighed dreamily with eyes still closed, "you are the best butler I’ve ever had."
"Is that so?" I asked, my hands pausing momentarily. "I never really agreed to be called your butler, you know."
"Mmm," she hummed, apparently not noticing my pause. "Whatever you are, you’re amazing. You can cook, massage, fight for me while I watch regally nearby—and you’re quite soothing for the eyes, if a little overlarge."
"Thanks... I think," I said, resuming the massage.
I almost focused on the term "overlarge" too long when I realized that she’d basically just called me hot in the middle of that statement. Nice.
Elsa opened one eye, regarding me like a spoiled cat waiting for a treat.
After a moment of confusion, I realized she was waiting for me to return a compliment or something like that.
I considered saying something about her beauty, but that seemed too easy.
When I called her pretty earlier, she just reacted like I’d stated something obvious.
"Thanks. You’re good company," I said instead.
Both of Elsa’s eyes shot open, and to my alarm, they began to fill with globby tears.
I immediately stopped the massage, jerking my hands back out of instinct.
"Did I say something wrong?" I asked in bewilderment.
Elsa sat up, drawing her knees to her chest like she was trying to make herself smaller. "No one has ever said that to me before," she whimpered quietly as a tear spilled down her cheek.
"That you’re good company?" I asked. I was still confused and slightly panicked by the out-of-nowhere waterworks. "I find that hard to believe. You’re literally a princess. People probably fall all over themselves to hang out with you."
She shook her head, wiping at her eyes with the back of her hand.
"Growing up in the royal court, I had few true friends. Most other children in the castle were kept away from me because I was the princess. The few companions I was allowed were children of nobles who only wanted proximity to the throne."
Her voice grew bitter as she continued. "I heard them once, talking when they thought I couldn’t hear. They said I was terrible company—demanding, spoiled, temperamental, lazy, and selfish."
I felt a pang of sympathy hit me right in the chest.
For all her brattiness, there was something vulnerable about her in this moment that tugged at me.
Never mind the fact that I was pretty sure most of the nobles’ complaints were probably based on kernels of truth, I was also equally sure that they were results of her upbringing, too.
Maybe... I could fix her.
"You must have had some friends," I said as I took her foot back and she relaxed her posture again.
She shrugged limply, cocking her head and sighing. "The only people who have enjoyed being with me my whole life were the other two members of the Hero’s Party," she continued, sniffling slightly. "My only true friends."
"Tell me about them," I prompted gently, genuinely curious now.
Elsa smiled. "No need. You’ll meet them yourself one day, but they’re in my realm for now." She looked up at me, blinking away the last of her tears. "That’s all I wish to say on the matter. You’re all I have today."
"Fair enough," I said, not wanting to push and risk another mood swing. I stood up, angling my body carefully just in case Grey 2: Erectile Boogaloo was still at half mast. "I should take your dish and do some washing in the kitchen."
"Wait," Elsa called as I reached for the empty plate. "May I ask for one more favor?"
"Sure," I said. "Within reason." I was expecting another request for a massage or some other service.
"I’d like to accompany you," she said, sliding off the bed. "I’m enjoying your company too." A shy smile flitted across her face, there and gone so quickly I almost missed it.
"Oh, of course," I said, arching a brow. "Why would you even need to ask to follow me downstairs?"
"Well, my feet are a bit sensitive now after being rubbed so thoroughly." She looked up at me, back to full puppy-dog eyes once again. "Could I perhaps ride on your back?"
I stared at her for a moment, taking in the absurdity of the request.
An otherworldly warrior princess was asking to be carried piggyback through my house because her feet were too sensitive after a massage she’d manipulated me into giving her in the first place.
I sighed deeply enough to pretend I wasn’t stoked. "Fine."
Elsa’s face lit up with a smile so genuine it momentarily took my breath away, like the sun breaking through clouds after a storm.
She grabbed my t-shirt from where she’d discarded it, pulling it over her head before standing on the bed so she could more easily reach my height.
"Ready!" she announced cheerfully, bouncing on the mattress in warning.
I turned my back to her, bracing myself for impact.
She hopped onto me with surprising agility.
Her slender arms wrapped around my neck, and her bare legs secured themselves around my waist.
Her slight weight was barely noticeable at this point given all the points I put into strength thus far.
And yeah, her very soft boobs felt pretty nice.
"Onward, noble steed!" she proclaimed regally, pointing toward the door.
"Call me a steed again and I’m dumping you on the floor," I warned.
"No, please don’t!"
As I carried the elven princess downstairs, she rested her chin on my shoulder, and I had to laugh a little under my breath at how quickly my life had changed.
Twenty-four hours ago, I’d been alone in this house.
Now, I was quite possibly roommates for life with Galadriel’s hotter, tinier cousin.
Life had definitely gotten weird. But weird, it turned out, was a lot better than boring.