A Princess For Hans: A Modern Fairytale Page 2

  Chapter Three

  Amelia

  We fight a duel with our mouths, but there does not seem to be a clear winner in this sinful war. I feel his massive erection digging into my soft belly when I hear someone trying to clear their throat behind Hans to get our attention. He pauses as the interruption finally registered with his thinking brain and I feel his body tense in a protective stance in front of me. He places his lips on my forehead and sighs with an exasperation at the interference.

  “Mama. This is Princess Amelia of Germany. She requires sanctuary with us for the time being.”

  “Really Hans? Can you tell me you honestly believe that? She looks nothing like a princess and everything like a gutter rat. I no more believe she is a princess, especially one of Germany than I believe you are a Rockstar.”

  “Your Highness. I assure you I am who I say I am. If you would permit me to call my father, then we can clear this up presently.” I say with complete faith in my family.

  “Unfortunately, that is not possible because the phones are down due to the storm. For now, I will put you up in the servant’s quarters for the evening. Hopefully once the storm is over and the lines are fixed we should be able to call out tomorrow.”

  “Thank you for your kindness.” I give her a slight smile and a small bow of my head to show respect for her position.

  “You need to stay completely away from my son. In doing that one thing I am requesting, then it will be all the thanks I need.”

  Now I can see a real flaw in my plan because I did not count on his mother being here, nor her being a detriment to my happiness with her son. I can’t believe that she is saying all of this out in the open, with Hans standing right there. I can somehow feel how tense he is. Placing my hand on his forearm, he calms considerably.

  “Mother, please. You need to be reasonable because we are not putting my future wife in the servant’s quarters.” Hans says with an exasperation.

  “Ok if that is the way you want it, then I have no choice but to put her in the ‘Room of Mattresses’.” She says in a huff as she starts to lead the way there.

  The Room of Mattresses sounds comfortable as hell. If I am being completely honest, I was probably a little too thorough with my weather charm. A hot shower at this point is a total and complete must. As I move to follow behind Han’s mother, I silently calm the rain down to a drizzle.

  The thunder which stopped in mid boom, escaped Hans’s notice. He is too busy staring at me to be paying attention to the weather. Thank goodness. Queen Freya however, is looking directly at me as if she knows I am the one who did this. In fact, when she turns and looks at me with scrutinizing eyes; giving me the feeling that she might know all about me and what I can do.

  It feels as if every tiny bit of my soul is exposed and on display to her gaze. If she can see all of this, then she should know my heart. Why is she fighting Hans and me? I have never wanted to be one of those girls who hates their mother in law, but if she keeps this shit up I won’t have a choice.

  “Fine. Amelia, if you will follow me. I am sure you will want to freshen up. You look absolutely terrible.” She says.

  “Thank you, Your Highness. That sounds like a wonderful plan.”

  I follow her a short distance to a staircase, to a room that looks exactly like it sounds. There are mattresses stacked from floor to ceiling on one side, with a smaller stack that looks like it must be the bed.

  “I have to ask. Why all the mattresses?” My curiosity is peaked by what I am seeing.

  “I am a collector of sorts and I have a room like this in all of our residences.”

  “What an interesting collectable item.” I say, with a forced smile. My Etiquette Training is coming in handy, because what a weird thing to collect. Deep in my soul I know she is testing me in some way.

  “I know it’s weird but believe me, I have my reasons.” She says cryptically.

  “Ma’am, I can’t thank you enough for your hospitality.” I turn and say to her.

  “You can thank me by leaving my son alone. He’s too good for you.” She says again with that condescending tone.

  Wow. What a bitch. “I do know what you are saying, but I cannot help it. And I know you overheard our conversation, which means you know the Universe has put us together.”

  “The Universe has been known to get it wrong Amelia.” She just shrugs.

  “You know that isn’t true. It cannot be. She provides for us all.”

  “Girl, he will never marry you. He takes what he wants and moves on and always will. Next week he’ll find something else to catch his fancy and leave you in the lurch.” She says with almost venom in her voice.

  “I don’t believe that for a second Ma’am and I am sorry, but I refuse to listen to this any longer. He loves me, and I’ve always loved him. Really, what more could a mother ask for?” I ask with tears in my eyes.

  “She wants what is best for her son. A girl showing up claiming to be a princess from Germany, looking like a wet dog is not that.” She says while still not believing who I am.

  “I am the only princess from Germany. Why don’t you tell me what this is really about?”

  “That is the only reason. Don’t test me, girl. I am sure my assistant can dig up some dirt on you and it would make Hans see the light sooner.”

  “I’d really like to rest now. And just to let you know, they won’t find anything. I would never have done anything to hurt him because I was put here to help him. Ease him into his Kinghood. Light his way.”

  With a huff, she turns around leaves me alone, but I swear a could see a hint of a smile on her lips. I flip around on the bed for hours trying to get comfortable, but it’s no use. Something is making me feel like I am being tested. A test I am determined to pass. As if the queen’s bitchiness wasn’t enough, I feel like I am sleeping on rocks.

  Right after sunset there is a knock on the door. I forget myself and open the door wearing only my underwear; a light pink, lacy tank and lacy boy shorts. Let’s make it real interesting by both pieces being completely see through.

  “Jesus, I am a lucky man.” Hans says as he pushes his way into the room and shuts the door behind him.

  Surprisingly, I am not at all embarrassed. My body is meant for him. “Hans.” Is all I manage to get out before his lips are covering mine. He lifts me up by gripping my ass with his huge hands, causing my legs to wrap around his waist automatically. I automatically start to grind myself on his abs. He is still kissing me as he is walking us towards the bed.

  “I am going to take you now. Tell me now if this is not what you want.”

  “I absolutely want you, my Prince.”

  The wicked grin he has on his face at first has me pausing, but deep down I know he will never hurt me.

  When we reach the most uncomfortable feather bed on the planet, he drops me and I bounce. Then I reach down and pull my tank over my head and toss it away.

  At his sharp intake of breath, I get a little nervous and look up causing our eyes to meet. His deep green eyes are full of lust. He has already shed his shirt and is now working on his belt. When he drops his pants to floor, it’s my turn to gasp. Jesus, he is going to rip me in two.

  He crawls towards me on the bed, kissing his way up each of my legs as he goes and ignoring the one area I know he wants. The control he has and the ability to draw the suspense out, only makes me wetter.

  Chapter Four

  Hans

  There are absolutely no words to describe how fucking beautiful my girl is. Her body is totally perfect. Toned and surprisingly tanned legs, which are so kissable from the tip of her toes all the way up to her thigh. I really am the luckiest man in the world and I’m not sure I know what I did to deserve her, but I am planning on keeping her.

  I start kissing my way up until I reach her lace covered pussy and I can smell her arousal and it drives me crazy. Forcing myself to calm down and try to get my own body under control, I can then continue so we both can enjoy this. Her
little whimpers and moans, unfortunately are almost my undoing.

  She is already writhing under me as I place kisses on her soft belly and then I proceed to start kissing up her rib cage. Her flawless, delicate skin is soft perfection underneath my fingertips. She arches her back, pushing her ample chest towards my mouth. I draw back a little, so I can savor this moment.

  Running my fingers up her sides until I am cupping each one of her amazing tits. It is almost too much for me to bear. Her peach colored nipples call to me as I suck one in my mouth and then blow air over it, causing it to tighten even more.

  I take the other in my mouth and lightly bite down, leaving a mark on her supple, ivory skin; before I continue to move up her body to her slender neck. This is where I find a spot on her that causes her to moan in rapture.

  Is love this soon crazy? I don’t give a shit if it is because I know this is love, and I am sure this is meant to go this way. The Universe knows what she is doing.

  Gripping the sides of her sexy panties, I rip them from her body. I want nothing between us. As I notice what I have unveiled, I groan at the sight of her neatly trimmed pussy.

  It is glistening with how wet she is for me. Reaching between her folds, I pump into her a few times with a single finger as her little pussy clutches around it. My cock is hard as a nail and I feel like I am going to die if I don’t get inside her soon.

  Gripping and squeezing the base of my cock, with a hard tug, I stave off the need to cum. Her little moans are driving me fucking crazy and from the look I see in her eyes, she knows it too.

  I slide my finger out of her and put it into my mouth, where I start sucking the wonderful juices off and letting them flow over my tongue and down my throat. Her eyes are projecting her lust for me, for this, and for us as I pull her body down the bed farther, before I get up on my knees. I think about teasing her, but I am a greedy, greedy man and I need to claim her for my own.

  Spreading her legs wide, I drag my cock through her wetness before slamming into her with one hard stroke. I tear straight through her virginity before I know it and she screams out, but that scream quickly turns to moans as I pound into her untried pussy. There is no worry if she can take me or not because she is made for me.

  I swear I hear an orchestra playing and what can only be described as magic as I surge forward in her body. She instinctively wraps her legs around my waist and her fingers dig into my shoulders, meeting me thrust for thrust as I dominate her. As I own her. To be fair, she owns me too.

  “Hans, please. I need something. Anything.” She begs me. Hearing her beg does things to me.

  “My love, I want you to give into it and cum for me.” I growl into her ear. Her moans are loud and guttural. She is still fighting it, but I can’t help gripping her hips and pounding into her at a punishing pace. I know I will leave bruises and the thought of marking her makes me even harder. “Cum for me Amelia.”

  I bring my index finger to her clit and work it. When I feel her tightening on my cock, she starts screaming my name. On my final thrust I cum inside her, filling her with my seed. After I pull out of her, I then fall next to her on the bed and gather her in my arms.

  She falls asleep before I do, so I pull the blankets over us and drift off. We wake several times throughout the night, seeking each other. I fill her again and again, but somehow that makes me crave her more and more. I won’t ever be satisfied but with her by my side, in my bed, as my fucking wife, I can see my future clearly.

  For the first time in my life, the future isn’t a bleak and desolate expanse of nothing. Being with this girl is like magic. Her skin glows in her sleep and I believe she is chanting incantations. I think she’s a witch, but it isn’t polite to ask so I will have to wait for her to tell me.

  Chapter Five

  Amelia

  When I first wake up the next day, I am alone in the bed. If not for the soreness between my legs, I would have thought I was dreaming again. Looking at my phone it tells me that it’s only 6:30 in the morning. Already I miss him and feel I need to get up, dress quickly, and find out what is going on.

  I am starving after the nights activities and I feel like I need to get some nourishment first. I leave the creepy mattress showroom and head down to find the dining room. Going on the assumption that at least all royal residences the world over, typically follows the same protocol when it comes to food service.

  I can see as I enter the room it is just as I suspected, and the dining room is set up buffet style. Glancing down at the large dining table, I see Freya sitting at the head on the far end. I don’t really want to sit next to her, but it is not like I have a choice. There are times that I wish my father would not have raised me to always be respectful, no matter who I am speaking to. From this mean spirited but still beautiful queen, to a homeless person.

  I fill my plate with portions of the steamy entre and join her. To my surprise it looks as if Hans is nowhere to be found and doubt begins to creep in.

  “How did you sleep dear?” Queen Freya says. Her attitude seems to have completely changed since last night.

  “To be honest Your Highness, not well because I was up all night.” I try for a semblance of truth.

  “Oh dear. The mattress was terrible wasn’t it?”

  “Uh, yes. Very uncomfortable.” Not a lie, I tell myself.

  “I am sorry about that, but I had to ensure you could tolerate any unpleasantness that may be thrown your way. Being Queen is the hardest job you will ever have. You cannot please everyone. My son visited my rooms early this morning and he has gone on a traditional quest to ask your father for your hand. Why that boy didn’t just use the phone is beyond me.” She says laughing.

  “Oh, how romantic.” I say, smiling.

  “I was terrible to you last night and I apologize for that. There are things that I do have to discuss with you, but I will wait for your father and Hans to arrive back. I expect them later today.”

  “It is no problem really. So, he didn’t travel by horseback and ferry to Berlin, did he?” I say laughing.

  “Not so much. I know this is indelicate to be the one to speak about it first, but I know you are a witch.”

  “It's alright with me because, well it’s not a secret if that’s what you mean. In fact, it is very hard to hide because my skin does this thing.”

  “I know. Mine does it too.”

  “I guess it really is a small world.”

  When a door slams, Freya says, “that can’t be them already.”

  “Mama.” A girl screams out. Freya stands as a tall, beautiful girl comes in the dining room.

  “Caro! You never come here. What did you do?” She says pulling her into a hug.

  “I didn’t do anything Mama. I came to talk to Hans.” She says looking at the floor. Her skin is glowing. I can practically see the mischief coming off her in waves.

  “Where is your detail Carolyne?” Freya says sternly.

  “They couldn’t keep up with me. I lost them.” She says sweetly as her hand flips in the air behind her.

  “Caro. You cannot keep doing this. Hans will have a stroke. Not to mention someone else we know.”

  “I need a younger detail because I like to party Mama.” When she finally sees me, she smiles a huge smile. “Who is this?”

  “Princess Amelia of Germany.” Freya answers. “She is your brother’s fiancée.”

  “Finally! I am Caro. Pleasure to meet you.” She shakes my hand and goes to fix herself a plate. She plops down beside me and starts eating.

  “Caro. You can’t keep doing this. You are twenty-four years old. It is time to grow up.”

  “I know Mama. You don’t understand though. I hate him.”

  “No, you don’t baby. That is why it is so hard for you.”

  “He sees me as a child. I am a woman.”

  “He knows.” At this point, I am lost as hell.

  “Um, what are we talking about?” I ask.

  I ask, but they don’t have a chance
to answer me. The front door bursts open again and then slams yet again. A large, handsome man storms into the room with his fists clenched at his sides.

  “Your Highnesses.” He says bowing to Freya and Caro.

  “Nicolai. Caro’s been giving you some trouble, I see.” Freya says, looking over the edge of her coffee cup as she starts to take a sip.

  “As always ma’am.” He says stoically, but his eyes give him away. He is in love with his charge. Is Caro really that blind to it?

  “Amelia, this is Duke Nicolai Jensen. Nicolai, this is Princess Amelia of Germany.”

  “Ma’am.” He says, bowing to me.

  “Nicolai is Caro’s lead Royal Protection Officer and he has his hands full. I am sure you’ve seen her antics on the news.” Freya explains.

  I can only laugh at her. “I have seen it, but I am sure it isn’t as bad as the media portrays it.”

  “No. It’s worse.” Nicolai says.

  “Nicky, don’t be mean to me. You know you love the thrill of working for me.”

  “Yes, my Princess. That’s exactly what I love. You cannot be unprotected, or someone will use that to their advantage. I need to be able to protect you.”

  The tension in the room is palpable.

  “Nicolai, the vein in your forehead is going to pop. You should sit and have some breakfast.” Caro says.

  When she jumps up to make him a plate of food, it is obvious and we all know she loves him. A princess doesn’t typically serve anyone but God, her sovereign, and her man.

  When she finally realizes what she is doing and that we are all looking at her, she turns red in the face.

  “What?” She says mortified. And I smile.

  “Kvinder.” Woman. He growls. Freya grabs my hand and pulls me out of the room to leave them alone.