Kiri from The Frozen regrets her past. She’s trying to get rid of her idea of herself. Going down on Nye and “swallowing him like a milkshake” was not the way to make show that she wasn’t a “whore” at least in her mind. Nye on the other hand sees it differently…
“Did you enjoy your mouth on me?”
I didn’t answer instead I dropped my head back on his chest.
“Was my flavor to your liking?” he asked.
I felt myself blush, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw my red face in the mirror.
“You did, didn’t you? May I tell you something?”
I nodded and his lips came to my ear.
“When my mouth was on you and my tongue finally tasted your sweetness, I found something God put here to let me know what I’m fighting for. As I glided from your center to the soft, sensual part of you that I could suck and take into myself, my whole body protested. Mad it couldn’t know the flavors I was experiencing. My manhood throbbed. Mad because I’d found why it wants to be there every second, of every day and it knew its time would now have to be shared. For I now knew a pleasure that’s reserved for only those who’ve lived a life of honor. As you came, I pulled harder on you so I could make your body squirm. You moved against my mouth, telling me what I’m doing may actually be bringing you a tenth of the pleasure it’s bringing me. You moaned in a way that shot through my spine, strengthening me. As I drank you in, I learned I’ve found an elixir that empowers me. That it is my elixir, alone. No one can drink from your fountain but me. That lets me know I can never be defeated. Then I realized I will not need to ascend to Heaven, because when I am at your alter worshiping you I am in Heaven. Now tell me, Kiri…”
A shiver shot through my body as his arms released me and I fell toward the sink. My hands gripped the porcelain in front of me. The bottom lip of the sink cut into my fingers. His mouth went back to my ear, while his hand reached underneath my towel and a finger entered me then a second and my heart raced. He created a rhythm between my legs.
Nye removed his fingers and looked at my reflection in the mirror. His fingers glistened as he raised them to his lips.
“Am I a whore?” he asked, drawing his fingers into his mouth.