The young prince waited in the barn, behind the hay for the maiden to enter. He could feel his arousal growing as thoughts of her swirled around his impatient brain.
He wanted her and what he wanted he always got! Her beautiful golden hair, long and curly. He loved the way the wind carried its tendrils when the breeze blew in. Her hazel eyes! Oh they way she looked at him, was enough to drive a man insane. Her servant's dress, that perfectly accented her delicate waist.
Oh! He was lost to her! He needed to know her!
Today she would be his prey!
Hearing footsteps, he held his breath, not wanting her to runaway before he had a chance to have his way with her. Once she was safely inside of the barn, free from prying eyes, he stepped forward and smiled kindly to her, without saying a word.
She jumped a few feet back, startled by his sudden approach, letting out a timid smile when she realized who was standing before her. She curtsied, focusing her eyes upon the ground as every servant learned to do.
He briskly closed the distance between them and forced her to look into his dark brown eyes, demanding "Today, you shall be mine!"
He heard her gasp. Eyes wide with fright, she tried to back away from him, fearing his intentions. "Please, no! I am innocent! I have never been with a man."
An evil grin crossed his face, smiling at her with a twinkle in his eye, "Exactly! That is the point. You shall be mine and belong to no one else."
"Please, no! I beg of you! This isn't right!"
Trying to squirm away, she trembled in fear, but he dragged her to the back of the barn and growled, "I shall take what I want and I want you! How dare you, a mere servant decide that my attention is not good enough for you. Shall I punish you? Is that what you want? Shall I have you whipped for your insolence?"
He threw her to the ground, watching as she cowered. Shaking.
He wasn't one to linger or waste time with regrets. His position and power granted him these moments. How many women, girls, had he devoured? She was just another one on his long list! She wouldn't most definitely not be his last!
He undressed in front of her, as she watched in a twisted horror, full of fear but curiosity, for she had never seen a man without clothing before. The prince saw the fascination in her eyes! He would use that to his advantage.
"Have you never seen a man's body before? I can see your curious! Come here and touch me!"
Shaking her head, she tried to back away, but he cornered her again, lifting her and carrying her to the corner where the animal pen was.
Throwing her down on the hay, he stood above her, ordering, "Get undressed! I shall not wait for you to barter with me, for if you tarry, I shall rip the clothes off of your body."
Her hands were shaking, trying to undo the ribbons and buttons on her uniform. It took time for her to undress, taking each layer off slowly.
"Listen, I know what your doing. Hoping that someone will come to your rescue by undressing slowly. Let me assure you, that no one will enter this barn until I decide that I am satisfied with you. Do you understand? No one is coming to rescue you! No one!"
He watched her gulp, fearfully again.
In her meek voice she whispered, "Yes, milord. I understand."
He continued to taunt her as she undressed, then sneered at her once she cowered before him with nothing but her shift on. Grabbing her by the hair, he pulled her towards him, ripping the thin garment off of her frame.
Just as his cruel eyes, took in her beautiful body, she choked back a sob.
Sneering at he he snarled, "Oh, is the little baby going to cry?"
Nervously turning her eyes to the floor, she cried out, "Please, Anders, please. You know that I have already been marked, just by your eyes falling upon my innocence. Please don't take the rest from me!"
He let out a laugh that permeated every crevice of the barn. "Now! Now! Saxa, you have worked here for a long time, knowing my reputation. You should have figured out that someday I would come for you. Just the fact that you stayed, tells me that you desire me too. Let's see if I am right!"
He winked at her, before letting his fingers find her moist core. She was wet. Soaking wet and her body was betraying her. She wanted him just as much as he wanted her.
Taking his wet fingers, he brushed them across her lips.
Her eyes widened in shock at the moisture wetting her lips, crying out, "This is wrong!"
"But is it wrong or are you just afraid?"
She instinctively licked her lips, gulping at the realization of what she just did. With merely a whisper, he heard her say, "It's so wrong, but I want you."
He just smiles and whispers, "Then stop playing hard to get."
"The headmistress shall kill me. I will be out of a job and you know this to be true. I may enjoy you today, but the consequences of a moment with you will be a life of wretchedness. You do know that, right?"
He shrugged his shoulders and turned her around, so that his erection fit nicely between her ass. Growling over her shoulder he demanded, "Give me your permission to take you here or I shall see to it that you never work a day within my lands again."
"Anders, that's not a fair choice. It's semantics. You're just trying to make yourself feel better."
He slid his fingers between her legs again, playing with the moisture, grinding at her clit. "I am not forcing you. It's what your body wants. I am just asking you to give into your desires."
"Oh, Anders. Stop being so dramatic." She wiggled her bum, pressing into him and turned into his embrace. She knelt down upon the hay and took his manhood in her mouth. Listening to his cries of pleasure grow louder, as she sucked harder.
His hands ran through her beautiful hair, as waves of pleasure coursed through his body. She was his undoing but the curse kept him from leaving his seed within her, for she would disappear like the rest.
Somehow, their game of cat and mouse, defied the curse, but for how much longer.
As he reached his orgasm, she held him steady, while waves of pleasure racked his brain.
Saxa laughed at him when he finished, because she loved every ounce of this cursed man. She needed to find a way to free him before she too disappeared.
Playfully she teased, "My turn." She batted her eyelashes at him and he grinned.
"Saxa , I am more than happy to comply."
He knelt before her, pulling her towards his waiting tongue. Separating her flesh, his tongue played with her clit, driving her crazy. Increasing her pleasure, he inserted his fingers into her core, moving rapidly in and out.
She couldn't contain her pleasure with mere groans. She screamed, begging for more until her release, flowed through her. Her mind was filled with the joy of this man, but the sadness of never being able to have his children. Without his seed within her, she would always remain barren.
Their marriage worked, by keeping their sex games alive and well, but there was a hollow, missing hole, that grew wider by the week.
Damn those witches.
She needed to break the curse!