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A Princess For Hans_A Modern Fairytale

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by MK Moore


  “It’s about time. He has been dancing around her for seven years now.” Freya says, leading me to the kitchen.

  “That is so sweet. He does seem to be going all alpha in there.”

  “She needs that for sure and more.”

  “How do you know?” I ask quizzically.

  “She lacks discipline. It is very hard to discipline a child of the royal family and grounding them does nothing. He can give her what she needs.”

  “What about the bloodline?” I ask. Not that I care about things like that.

  “Thank goodness that doesn’t matter anymore. It’s 2018 and he is a duke. Close enough.” She says shrugging. She looks very young and without the aid of surgery.

  She cackles, and I giggle. This day is much better than last night.

  “What should I call you?” I blurt out suddenly.

  “Freya works for now.”

  “Freya. That is a beautiful name.” I compliment her.

  “Thanks. It’s only 7am and I have no idea why I am up this early.”

  “When did Hans leave?” I ask trying to figure out how long I was alone.

  “Oh, you don’t know when he left your bed?”

  “Ohmygod. I am so sorry. That was disrespectful.”

  “No worries. This is his house, or it will be his.”

  “I am mortified.” I say as I shake my head and put my hands to my face, trying to cover the bright red spots that I am sure are showing.

  “Don’t be. I was young once and now I am old and in love. It’s still exhilarating, but different.”

  “In love?” I say. She has not been romantically linked at all in the press. Trust me, I have used my excellent stalking skills to learn all I can about this family.

  “Oh yes. For about ten years now. I didn’t follow my destiny originally, but things turned out for the best. I can see that now. I am forty-six years old and I am going to start doing things for myself now.”

  Forty-six! Damn.

  “Who is it?” I ask, leaning in closer to her.

  “Well, you could say that’s what I wanted and need to talk to you about. It’s your father.”

  “My father?” I could freak out, but honestly, I am relieved. I launch myself at her and sweep her up in a huge hug. “Freya. I am so happy for you. How did you manage to keep it a secret?” I suddenly remember all the times my father appeared in the society pages with other women. He is known to the press as the “Pimp King.”

  It’s not very original, but I feel for this woman. “Ten years with the pimp king? You are stronger than I am.” I say, my voice full of wonder. When she busts out laughing, I am confused, and it shows. The next minute she transforms her face to look like a twenty-year-old, with short red hair.

  “Oh my God. That’s how you kept it a secret? They were all you?”

  “What’s the point of being a witch, if you cannot doll yourself up? It’s not like we go around casting spells and ruining lives anymore. Besides, that’s how you keep the spice level high. My dear, I fear you have a lot to learn about your powers. Therefore, I know this is exactly how the Universe meant it to be.”

  “I am self-taught. My mother had the witch gene, but I understand she wasn’t one. Never having met her, I don’t know much about her.” I say as I look at her with amazement, wonder, and even a little envy. Envy that she knows everything I wish I did.

  “She was a lovely woman, but she wasn't your father’s forever. We both chose duty over love. I know that’s harsh, but it is the truth.”

  “I figured it out long ago. I knew I would never be able to move on if something happened to Hans, even without knowing him. Once he started dating again, I knew it wasn’t possible.”

  “You are a wise young lady.”

  “So, what happens now?”

  “I believe we all should go public. The search for Hans’ bride is off now and I am tired of hiding from the world who my forever is.”

  “Sounds really good to me. In the meantime, what do you think is happening in the dining room?” I ask, laughing.

  “Nothing I want to see.” Freya says laughing. We settle in and watch trashy American reality shows until Hans and my father arrive.

  Several hours later I suddenly jolt awake, after I must have fallen asleep watching tv. Looking up I find Hans is standing above me.

  “Wake up baby. Your father is here.” He says, caressing my cheek.

  “How did your quest go.” I ask with a laugh.

  “Very well. The Pimp King has a story to tell.” He says laughing.

  “I already know. Your mother told me. We had a very interesting day.”

  He helps me off the couch and covers my mouth with his. Our tongues are in a fight for dominance. He wins. I have a feeling he will always win.

  I already knew this man would mean everything to me. It’s nice being right.

  Chapter Six

  Hans

  Our wedding plans progress very quickly because I gave her only three days. One of the biggest advantages about being the next king is I can get what I want pretty, quickly.

  On the reverse side our parents are acting like teenagers, but I am happy for them. I give the two of them a lot of respect because they are stronger than I am. I know I would never have been able to give up love for duty and meeting Amelia has solidified what I always thought to be true.

  The first thing I did was to get her out of that ridiculous mattress room as soon as I got back from Berlin. When we went back to Copenhagen the very next day, I knew I would not be able to sleep without her and she’s been in my bed every night since. I crave her whenever she isn’t by my side.

  The only time I have let her out of my sight is when she got her wedding dress or when I needed to go get her ring out of the vault. There are way too many people all over the palace and they are preventing me from being inside her.

  As she walks into my office on our wedding day wearing some sort of workout gear, I finally lose what’s left of my mind.

  “Isn't It bad luck to see the bride before the wedding?” I ask. She shakes her head coyly, while looking at me with mischief in her eyes. I saw her less than five hours ago, but with the thought of any of the fucking tools who are hanging around here and seeing her in her skin tight black pants with a pink spandex tank top has me seeing red.

  She shuts the door and I hear the telltale sound of the lock engaging. The smirk on my face, suddenly turns lethal and I wait patiently until she reaches me. I slide back from my desk and cage her between the desk and myself. “You wear this outfit in front of other people?” I growl out.

  “I was in the gym. And by the way it’s a very nice gym.” She says sassily, crossing her arms over her chest and causing her tits to look obscene.

  “You cannot let anyone see you like this because it drives me fucking crazy. You have absolutely no idea or even know how fucking beautiful you are.” I grip her hips and place her on my desk. Running my index finger over the crotch of her sexy pants and feeling her wetness seeping through is driving my arousal up to a new level.

  “I don’t give a fuck what other people think Hans. Yours is the only opinion I care about.” She pants.

  “Soon to be Wife, you give me too much power.” This beautiful woman should bow to no one.

  “It’s always been yours.” She says, and it humbles me. She makes me lose my cool and the desire to be gentler this time goes out the window.

  I grip the seam of the pants and rip them open as I expose her to my viewing pleasure. She gasps and moans at the same time I groan, when I realize she isn’t wearing any panties.

  “This is mine.” I manage to say, while I tear the remaining bits of her pants down her legs and throw them in the nearby wastebasket. Suddenly, she hops off the desktop and into my lap. I catch her as my hands grip her ass hard.

  She expertly unbuttons my pants and says, “I know.”

  While gripping my cock with her fist she says, “And this is mine.” I can no longer form complete se
ntences as her hand tightens on me, while sliding up and down in agonizingly slow strokes. Looking directly at her face all I can do is nod. She just smiles at me.

  I pull her tank top off, causing her body to lose contact with me and I groan from the loss. She starts to unbutton my shirt, but gets impatient and rips it, sending buttons everywhere.

  Dragging her peach tipped nails down my chest starts to leave marks. I bite down on her sexy shoulder as she slides her perfect pussy over my cock. Immediately, I must fight not to cum. She is holding me down as she is taking her pleasure from me. I could change our positions and who is in charge, but she is determined to figure out what she likes. It is a knowledge that I would not deny her knowing about herself or what it does to me.

  If I go by her moans and if they are any indication, this is something she likes. We reach our peaks and cum together as she shouts the castle down. Thankfully, everyone knows better by now and no one comes running to see if she needs help. After the first time her new bodyguard, Magnus, burst into our bedroom, I had to lay down the law. Luckily, I was covering her body with mine because no one sees my girl like that but me.

  After she climbs off my lap, she looks around for her clothes and puts her tank top back on and heads towards the door. I stand quickly, causing my pants to drop to my ankles. My cock is still rock hard.

  “Where the fuck do you think you are going?” I shout at her.

  “To take a shower. I am getting married in two hours.” She says while checking her watch. I am not sure if I should laugh at her nonchalant-ness, or turn her over my knee and make her bottom turn a little red.

  “You do know you aren’t wearing any pants, right?” I say pointing at her legs.

  “Neither are you baby. You shouldn’t have gone so caveman and tore them completely apart. I’m not saying I didn’t love it though.” She says with a slight shrug of her shoulders and a slight devilish look in her eyes.

  “You can’t go out there like that, min lille heks.” My little witch. Her eyes go wide at my words.

  “My mother is a witch and I can recognize the signs.” I tell her. I don’t want her thinking I did a little digging on her.

  “You aren’t mad that I didn’t tell you?” She asks with her head tilted down looking at the floor. I walk over to her and lift her chin with my fingers.

  “Of course not. I know it’s not possible for you to just tell anyone, but then again, I am not just anyone. People are still prejudiced, or they are scammers who want to take advantage of you. Rest assured that I am neither of those things.” I say as I pull her into a hug and kiss her. My hard cock digs into her soft belly and I lift her by her thighs, until her legs wrap around my waist. Backing her to the door, I enter her soft heat again.

  “I love you, Amelia. More than life itself.” I cannot believe we haven’t said before now. It feels as if we’ve said it every day for a thousand years and maybe we have. But now this is us finding each other in this life.

  “I love you too, Hans.” She says before a breaking into a huge smile. I wipe the tears from her eyes with my thumbs and continue making her mine.

  We are the only royal couple in history to be an hour late for our own wedding.

  I convinced her to have the reception in the brewery, but the ceremony will take place in the palace church. Everything is amazingly beautiful, but nothing could ever hold a candle to Amelia as she walks toward me. The little twinkle lights which are strung up around the room, make her blonde hair shine like the sun. I feel like I could burn up if I stare at her beauty for too long.

  Once we say our vows, I get to kiss her, and I pour my soul into the kiss. Finally, the electricity, which has sizzled between us has reached its full frisson.

  “You are mine now, min lille heks. Forever.”

  “Finally. It feels as if it has always been this way.”

  Since witches are real, reincarnation isn’t much of a stretch. It is a little something I am thinking about as we have our first official photos taken. It makes perfect sense to me that everything has come full circle.

  My life is finally complete.

  Epilogue

  Five years later

  Amelia

  The years since our wedding has felt as if it has flown by and we have been able to have three children. Our oldest is Aleo. He is a mini-Hans. At almost five, he rules the roost. Next is our twin girls, Caryn and Helsa who are two. One is a little devil, while the other is a little angel. Unfortunately, most of the time I don’t know who is. It’s confusing and I never have a moments peace, but I wouldn’t change it for anything. My babies mean the world to me.

  We are a very, hands on set of parents. There are no nannies for us in our day to day life. My stepmother, who is now the queen of Germany offers to take them for long stretches of time giving Hans and I some alone time. This is one such time and I feel like every day that I am with him, my love for him grows more.

  I have continued my charitable activities and I love living in Denmark. The people are nice and making me a blessed woman. When I join Hans in our suite, he is sitting on the couch watching a football game. I detest sports, so I do what any good wife would do and shed my clothes to lay my body across his lap.

  “What are you doing, kone?” He says turning the TV off. I love when he calls me wife. It starts something in me that only he can finish.

  “I’ve been a bad girl.” I say. Knowing exactly what that will get me. The first time he spanked me, I am freaking loving it. It hurt, but at the same time it felt supremely right. He rubs his hand over my ass, squeezing and gripping my ass cheek extra hard. I know I am going to love this. When his hand finally comes down on me, I jump in anticipation.

  “You pink up so good.” When I moan, he growls at me. My wetness is sliding down my thigh and coating his leg. I can feel his hard cock pressing into my stomach. He gives me a few additional good smacks and I fucking love it. I’ve put on some weight since the kids were born, but he still looks at me like I am a goddess.

  “I have some news.” I say still draped over his knee.

  “What’s that baby? I’ve turned you into a nympho? I got that message. Loud and clear.”

  “Well besides that. I’m pregnant, again.” I can’t help laughing at him. We had talked about having as many children as possible.

  “You know I love seeing you round with my child. Knowing my seed is taking root and is going to give us another child to love.”

  This man. Oh. My. God. Every time he opens his mouth, I swoon a little.

  He lets me off his lap and walks us into our bedroom. He drops to his knees and his tongue finding my clit in seconds. Just as I am about to go over the edge, he stops. Before I can protest, he slams inside me and I moan out. He always knows just what I need.

  He is the most amazing husband and father we could ask for.

  Our second little prince, Freddie, was born seven months later.

  Our forever love is messy, true, and timeless. We are ready to face whatever the Universe hurls our way.

  ◆◆◆

  Fifteen years later

  Hans

  My forty-fourth birthday dawns with my wife riding my cock. At first, I think I must be dreaming, but I quickly realize my rock-hard cock is in her silky heat. Her long blonde hair is cascading all around us and her hands are lying flat on my chest as she rides me. When she leans down and kisses me, I open my eyes and look directly into hers. It is still amazing that even after all these years, I still get lost when I look, into them. She smiles down at me.

  “Tillykke med fødselsdagen, min mand.” Happy Birthday, my husband. Her sex-filled voice is a balm to my soul. I crave her in ways that I thought would have be diminished by now, but thankfully hasn’t.

  “Tak min kone.” Thank you, my wife. I say.

  I know her body so well at this point and I can always tell when she is close. Her still tight little pussy tightens around my cock as I continue thrusting into her harder, until I fill her with my seed. The i
mage of her round with my child is always on my mind, even as I feel our combined release dripping out of her and onto me. I love the feeling. It’s filthy and right.

  We lay in bed for a few more hours. Even our youngest sleeps in, thankfully. No matter how long we have been together, we still talk about everything and nothing at the same time.

  Over the years, my hair has gotten grayer with each child we have, but I wouldn’t trade any of it for anything. It’s hard to believe Aleo, our oldest is nineteen and already away at college. He is already chasing his own princess, but that is another story. I couldn’t be prouder. Caryn and Helsa are seventeen, Freddie is ten, Seth and Ethan are eight. There was a six-year gap in there before we got pregnant again, but not for the lack of trying though.

  Our seventh is already two. Ellie has everyone wrapped around her little finger. She is the only one showing any indication of being a witch. My mother says that it is unheard of to see signs before age thirteen, giving us a prodigy on our hands. She has also helped Amelia by leaps and bounds in regard to her craft who was self-taught, but my mother introduced her to the local coven where she is the high priestess. They taught her pretty much everything she needed to know.

  Being king with Amelia by my side has been the easiest thing in the world. My queen has been everything I didn’t know I needed. She is poised and caring. Loving and strong. She has taken our countries education initiatives to even higher standards with her charitable heart.

  I will have no trouble spending the next forty or fifty years with this amazing woman the Universe chose for me. I used to think I was lucky, but now I know luck has nothing to do with it. I have been given everything I’ve ever needed, and I want for nothing. There is nothing better than this life.

  The End

  Acknowledgements:

  This story was originally written for the Timeless Ever After anthology. I didn’t know much about the charity all of the proceeds went to, but Candace’s Cause has become dear to me. If you get a change, check them out.

 

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