Erwin is the king of Austria, nearing 40 and still single, his parents were over it.
Thats when he met her, and they don't seem to like each other much. But he knows his duty, and that's to marry and have an heir.
“Guten Morgen.” He nudged her, his tone gruggy and slightly annoyed as she slept in their shared bed.
"what erwin" I groan sitting up
He sighed heavily through his nose and turned away from the still-sleeping princess of France to glare out the window. His large rough hands gripped the windowsill so tightly his knuckles threatened to whiten. "I said good morning," he repeated, tone almost annoyed as she acted like she hadn't heard him the first time. "Do you need help getting dressed or would you rather sleep some more?"
She didn't respond, just rolled over and buried her face into her pillow with a huff. He bit back another sigh and gave her ample time to get ready on her own. Minutes passed before he heard the rustling of fabric from where she was on the other side of the bed. Finally, the blankets slid away, revealing her lithe form in lacy silk pajamas.
He tried not to stare as she stretched and yawned before making her way to the dresser to begin getting ready for the day. She was attractive, he'd give her that much, but there had been no spark when they were wed three months ago. They fucked more than spoke, it seemed. Sometimes he wondered if she enjoyed it as much as he did.
She glanced over at him, eyeing him warily from beneath her lashes before turning back to brushing her long hair. He didn't return the glance, preferring to stare out the window and let his mind wander until their servants knocked on the door with word that breakfast was ready downstairs. He was grateful when she finally finished getting dressed and they could leave the room.
The palace staff buzzed around them as they made their way through the halls, tending to their needs and delivering messages from various dignitaries and nobles alike. Erwin didn't know how much longer
I glance at him finally properly when we reach the breakfast table and he's already digging into his food like it was going out of style. I sigh, not wanting to talk to him but also feeling a little bad that all we ever do is fuck and eat. "Good morning Erwin." My tone still as gruff as his ever was.
Erwin took another mouthful of his breakfast before glancing up at her, still chewing. "Guten Morgen," he mumbled around the food, swallowing before continuing. "Had a good sleep?" He paused again to take another bite, then downed some wine from his goblet, as if it were water.
She shrugged noncommittally and forked up some eggs, seemingly unimpressed by his attempt at conversation. It was all very awkward. The princess of France was not at all what he had expected her to be like; she was so reserved and distant that sometimes it made him wonder if there was something wrong with her. Or maybe there was something wrong with him, forcing himself into this marriage because duty demanded it instead of following his heart.
"How did you sleep?" He finally asked when she didn't seem to be in the mood for idle chitchat. His voice was gruff, as always, but it lacked the slight edge it usually had when dealing with her. Perhaps this was progress?
"it was fine" i grumble out quietly, trying to avoid conversation
He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye as she mumbled that her sleep had been "fine." He knew it wasn't true; he could see the exhaustion in her eyes and the tension in her shoulders even from across the table. Perhaps he should try harder to be a better husband, to make an effort with their communication. But how? They were so different, came from such different worlds...it was hard to know where to start.
He swallowed another mouthful of food before setting his fork down beside his mostly-empty plate. "What would you like to do today?" he asked hesitantly. There was a tiny part of him that hoped maybe they could find something they enjoyed doing together, something that didn't involve his insatiable need for her body constantly and hers for things other than his...
The silence that followed his question stretched taut between them like a drawn bowstring. She stared at her plate for several long moments before lifting her gaze to meet his across the table. There was wariness in those green eyes, but there was also something else...curiosity? Perhaps he had managed to crack her icy shell after all. "I don't know," she finally answered softly. "What do you want to do?"
The question took him off guard for a moment. His mind raced with possibilities before settling on the one thing they did seem to enjoy together. Without hesitation, he said, "Would you like to fuck?" Her eyebrows shot up in surprise and he couldn't help but grin sheepishly. Maybe that had been a mistake. Or maybe it was just what she needed: him, focused solely on her pleasure and nothing else. He waited for her reply, heart racing in anticipation of whatever response might come out of those lovely lips."sure" she finally said
Sitting up straighter in my chair I watch as he stands from the table, towering over me with his height and broad shoulders, making it impossible to not feel tiny in comparison. He's always so rough around the edges but there's something about that that makes him all the more attractive to me. i couldn't deny he was hot physically
Erwin nodded curtly before taking her hand and leading her to the bedroom, where they had spent so many hours tangled together. Without a word, he pushed her down onto the large, soft bed and quickly undid the buttons of his trousers before kicking them off. His cock sprang free, already hard and demanding attention as it pointed skyward toward her face. She didn't seem to mind; instead, she licked her lips hungrily and leaned forward to wrap her slender fingers around his thick shaft.
He groaned deep in his chest as she stroked him expertly, slowly building up the pressure until he was on the verge of exploding. With a growl of frustration, he roughly pushed her back onto the bed and positioned himself between her spread legs. The feel of her hot, wet folds against his cock drove him nearly wild with desire as he thrust forward, sinking deep inside her with a guttural moan.
Her nails scratched down his back as she arched into his touch, meeting each of his powerful strokes with a matching movement of her hips. The friction between them was unbearable; the sounds they made filled the room like music, driving Erwin further over the edge. With every thrust, he felt himself inching closer to release, until finally, he could hold back no longer.
His head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut, he came hard and fast inside her, his hips bucking wildly as his seed pumped deep into her womb. She cried out beneath him, her body shuddering with the force of her own orgasm as it gripped around him, milking him dry. For a long moment, they lay together, breathing heavily and feeling each other's bodies pulsing from
When our limbs finally relax and the aftershocks of our climaxes slowly die down I can't help but smile, noticing how content he looks when we're like this. The warmth between my legs feels emptier now that he's pulled out but part of me wishes he could stay inside for just a bit longer. Not wanting to lose the feeling of being filled begin to reinsert his cock
He groaned low in his throat as she wrapped her slender legs around him and guided him back inside, feeling even fuller now than before. His hands found purchase on either side of her head, gripping tightly to the pillow as he began thrusting again with renewed vigor. The feel of her warm, wet pussy stretching and contracting around him drove him wild, and he couldn't help but thrust harder, deeper. Her moans filled the air around them, and they became the only sound he could focus on as everything else faded into the background.
He could feel himself getting close again, the pressure building in his balls as he neared release. His hips snapped forward with more force than ever before, slamming deep inside her one last time before letting go, pouring every last drop of his seed into her willing body. She arched beneath him, crying out hoarsely as she too came apart around him, trembling with the force of her orgasm.
They lay together for several long moments, catching their breath and feeling the tide of passion ebb away from them both. Erwin brushed a stray curl of hair away from her face, reveling in the softness of her skin against his rough hand. He'd never thought he'd find so much pleasure with anyone besides himself, but there it was: she made him feel alive in ways he hadn't since long before their wedding day. Perhaps...perhaps there was hope for them yet.
i decide to take a nap
After their passionate encounter, Erwin couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over him as he watched the princess of France drift off to sleep in his arms. Her gentle breath brushed against his skin, and her soft curls tickled his nose. He marveled at how easily she could make him forget all his worries and cares, even just by existing near him.
As he lay there, gazing down at her face, he couldn't help but wonder what their future might hold. They had made a mess of their first attempt at communication, but perhaps there was hope for them yet. Maybe they could find common ground beyond the bedroom and build something real together. It wouldn't be easy; their cultures and backgrounds were worlds apart. But he knew one thing for sure: he wanted to try.
With a sigh, Erwin closed his eyes and let sleep claim him too, dreaming of a life where he didn't have to choose between duty and desire, where he could be with her...just like this.