The Problematic Prince

to move her hand down his body.
She could feel his muscles and his frame.
She could feel his skeleton as she stroked over his shoulder and down his chest to his side.

   Becoming distracted as she took in his form in her mind, she looked down and inadvertently saw the thing of his that caused so much pain.
Without meaning to, she let out a soft sigh at the sight of it.
It wasn’t the first time seeing it, but it seemed so distant.

   It had been a long time since that night, but the feeling of it inside her was engrained in her memory.
She did not remember the brief pleasure she felt, only that it felt like it was splitting her apart and that’s what she was scared of.

   Following Erna’s anxious gaze, he saw where she was looking and so gave her some encouragement.
He took her delicate hand and squeezed it gently, moving it down.
Realising his intent, Erna panicked, but Bjorn kept going.

   “You asked me to teach you.” Bjorn said.

   His eyes narrowed as he looked at Erna, who shook her head vigorously.
He smiled at her, seeing that she was stunned just by the touch of his firm hand.

   “You have to learn.” Bjorn said.
He wrapped his hand around hers and guided.
“You have to move Erna.”

   Erna let Bjorn guide her and then, his hand moved away, leaving her to concentrate on the rhythm he had set.
His hand moved back down to between her legs and as he pressed into her, she clamped her lips shut, trying to suppress a moan.

   She thought about Mrs Peg.
She wished she had endured those embarrassing lessons rather than ask Bjorn to teach her, but it was too late now.

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   “Lips.” Bjorn said.

   He reached up and grabbed her chin with a firm hand, slowly increasing in pressure until Erna opened her mouth and let out a moan.
Only then did Bjorn smile and let Erna go.

   He settled down between her legs, both of them panting on the bed and Bjorn pressed against her slowly.
Erna sobbed with pain and squeezed his shoulder.

   The pain passed.
Erna was wet enough to let Bjorn slide inside her with ease this time.
He did not know how to be more devoted to his wife than this.
Even if he did, the moment had passed.

   Firmly gripping her waist with one hand, he dug in all at once.
Erna twisted under him and bit her lip.

   “Moan.” Bjorn said.

   He moved his hips toward her, even as he pulled her toward him.
A rough moan escaped, forced by the warm feeling of tightening.

   “Bjorn…I feel so ashamed.” Erna gasped.

   She looked up into his cold grey eyes, her own begged in despair.
She had done a lot of shameful things in her time, but moaning like this sounded so obscene, it was really hard to bear.

   “I like to hear you moan, Erna.” Bjorn said.

   Erna’s eyes furrowed as she faced Bjorn, who smiled so sweetly.
Did he really enjoy the pain of others? There was so much she wanted to say, but couldn’t find her voice.

   The feeling of swaying grew as Bjorn dug deeper and deeper inside her.
The sound of wet flesh rubbing rose in volume rapidly.
She didn’t know if she wanted to cry, or feel relief that there was an even more lewd sound beside her moaning.

   “Ah, don’t do it, please, ah…”

   When his hand went from her waist, to the bed, she began to struggle again.
Her best efforts to push him away were in vain and all she could do was let out a shrieking groan and twist around.

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   The moment she was overwhelmed by irresistible sensations, she thought back to when her father would beat her.
Even though she knew the two situations were completely different, her body shrank away.
There was a strange resemblance in the sound of being beaten, the lethargy and facing an unbeatable opponent.

   Fortunately, as she felt overwhelmed, Bjorn offered a reprieve and slowed down.
He leaned down to face her.

   “Hug me.” Bjorn said calmly.

   “Do you like that too?” Erna said in a daze.

   “Yes.” Bjorn said and nodded.
He licked his dry lips.
“I like it.” He kissed her soft red cheeks that looked like apples.

   She put her arms round him and started caressing her delicate hands about the base of his neck and around his shoulder blades.
It was cute.

   Bjorn sighed at her barely perceptible touch and moved to his original task.
Even as she gasped for breath, she did not let go of him.
She was so tight and wet.
Her soft moans tickled inside his chest and he could not resist any longer.

   He sped up, kissing her wet eyes and hot cheeks, her quivering lips and behind her ears without stopping.
He had a feeling that his wife’s body would only get better with time.

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Bjorn and Erna did not leave the bed until late in the morning.
As he put on the dressing gown and tried to stand up, Erna grabbed his hand.
She was curled up and still, as if dead.
He looked down at her and she looked up at him with trembling eyes.

   “Don’t go, you can stay here.”  Erna said.
“I won’t disturb you.”

   “I can’t rest, but you should.
We can have lunch together at your favourite restaurant.” Bjorn said.

   He gently brushed the hair in her face to behind her ear and gave her a warm smile.
Erna let go of his hand and meekly accepted.

   “Sleep well, Erna.” Bjorn said and bent down to kiss her flushed cheek.

   The door closed behind him and Erna drifted back to sleep as she watched the door.