Elsa sat stiff backed on her throne, her marble brow carved with a few lines of stress. The beautiful princess wasn't a young girl anymore - In fact, she was now a gorgeous queen, reigning with calm command over her lands. Except it wasn't so calm anymore - The Kingdom of Arendelle had been attacked by a strange monster a few months ago. A huge frost demon - It had been defeated easily, but it was a sign of things to come. The attacks grew and grew, and before long the meagre, ceremonial army of the little northern fiefdom was soon struggling completely. It was then that Elsa received a letter - Some mercenary forces offering their aid? Lead by some great warrior known as 'Malik the Master,' apparently. They were expensive, but apparently nearby and ready to aid, having completed another contract. It was said they hailed from southern lands, which Elsa believed were reputed for their strength. With hope in her heart, she accepted their offer. The hour had come for their appointment - And it appeared they were fashionably late for their arrival in her greetings hall. She waited, hands in her lap, worried if they were even going to come. It was then that the doors crashed open- Almost flew off their hinges!
The band of mercenaries each looked so different compared to the men of Arendalle. Instead of the sickly pale skin that the locals had, they ranged from a light sun-kissed brown to a chocolate darkness. Every one of the men towered over her own subjects, with their supposed leader standing out even more. He was a beast of a man, fit muscles bulging with each step that he took. Instead of the fur clothes and fine jewellery the nobles of her own kingdom wore, these men were more primal. Malik, their leader, was dressed in loose trousers with a large blade on his hip. He wore no shirt, instead having the hide of some predator wrapped around his shoulder akin to a cloak, adorned with golden chains. Multiple golden bracelets gleamed under the sun, adorning his forearms and bicep, fitting in nicely with his large ring. The dark-skinned foreigner seemed to be wearing an entire Queen's ransom of gold on his body-, and his men mostly dressed the same. "Your Majesty-" His rich and cultured voice echoed out, bleeding with an odd accent.
She gasped a little, and immediately rose to greet them when she saw the man leading the party. Normally she'd sit, expect her ring kissed. But for some reason, her body rose. Malik stepped forward and gave a courtesy, putting one hand in front of him and the other on his back. It was a polite bow, yet the mocking smile on his lips and the way his dark eyes smouldered into her plump rear removed any respect from the gesture. Elsa stood tall, trying to keep a calm and serious face. But a childlike, girlish wonder spread over her features as she saw the men... The heroes... These- Demigod warriors striding into her throne room. They were obviously beyond mighty- Rich, hale, healthy, hearty, STRONG, and MANLY above all. None of them had the sickly weak touch that every male of Arendelle seemed possessed with, brought on by the weakening cold of their land.
His chains chook once under the sudden movement before he reeled back and smiled, a charming roguish one. She blinked in surprise when he rose from his bow, having simply taken one step forward... And then back. Her beautiful legs slipped out of her flowing icy-blue dress, through the elegant but conservative slits cut through the fabric. The dress, for all its plainess, couldn't contain her absolute wobble-wagon of an ass, however. You could almost see it from the front. Two round globes of pure jiggling PAWGmeat, bulging out of that blue fabric so tight it was being sucked into the tight cleavage of her cheeks. Her tits were healthy D cups two, with an alluring slice of cleavage on display- Not too much, just a hint. Elsa was clearly a queen of class- Malik didn't want a whore right of the bat- He wanted to MAKE a whore, finely sculpt one to his liking. "You are as pretty as the rumours suggested-" Malik laughed. "Good! Otherwise I'd have to sail back home!" It was a booming laugh, even as the court got riled up at his utterly disrespectful words.
"Ahem~ Well-" The Queen was taken aback at the compliment. Elsa forced a smirk, and jiggled down from her throne, to approach the man. It was then she realised how... MUCH taller he was than her. She stammered- "Thank... Thank you, Mr Malik. You are... Ahehum~" Her voice cracked as she tried to come up with a compliment that was appropriate- And didn't entirely succeed. The words just slipped out her mouth, making her blush. "The most manly warrior I have ever seen. Malik is your name, yes?" She paused. "We, of course, would not wish you to sail home!" Elsa went pink to the ears- At least she hadn't admitted that he was getting her panties wet already.
"Aha? Manly?" Malik let out another round of laughter, his men joining in. "Aye. The ladies I leave in my wake often call me virile, too!" There was not a hint of hesitation in the eyes or behaviour of this foreigner. He basked in the compliment and disgust of the remainder of her court, noticing the intense eyes the Queen was making at him. The difference in their height meant that Else only reached his chest-, his uncovered and bare chest, covered in old scars and sculpted like a statue. His pecs were hefty and broad, the type she'd most likely struggle to fully wrap her hands around.
"A-Ahem~" Elsa flushed, regretting her words already. Elsa couldn't restrain her innocent yet smouldering look- She had no husband of course, and limited sexual experience... So this stud of a man taking an interest in her immediately set her womb on fire. He could practically smell it on her. She could literally smell his virile musk and sweat.
Malik didn't bother paying even the councillors and noblemen with a lick of attention and instead clapped his hands, causing two of his men to step forward with a small pile of gifts. They put them down next to the man. "In my culture, the sharing of gifts is important!" He laughed. "Come! I have brought many fine goods!"
When he offered the gifts, Elsa gave a little gasp- "Well- Well thank you! What a fine cultural custom. It is not the way of our lands, but I will ensure you are gifted richly- And paid well too, naturally, for your services." Elsa had meant to hold out her hand for Malik to kiss, but she was now just standing beneath him like a shy little girl. "Ah! Being in service of a queen of your beauty is reward enough!" Malik reached down, his rough and calloused hand accepting his hand and kissing the back of her palm. "-But naturally payment is rather welcome." He added with a wink. They were still mercenaries, no matter how much of a flirt Malik was, gold was gold. In contrast to his pecs, her waist was the daintiest little thing, and he'd have no problem hoisting her up. "Ahahaha~ You flatter me, Malik!" Elsa grinned- She hadn't even noticed she'd extended her hand. She was thinking so much about this man her actions seemed to be on auto pilot already.
The gifts were a bit of a cruel joke, they were the clothes of his country-, ones gifted to prostitutes, dancers and harem-girls, not anything a self-respecting woman would wear. There were fine silken goods, minuscule bikini's, revealing dresses, some odd underwear with the words 'BLACKED' on it and even a collar of pure gold.
