Princess Amira is the outspoken, wild, warrior daughter of Emperor Charles of Frankia.
Unlike her sister, Princess Gisla who is elegant, arrogant, self possessed and there father most trusted advisor.
Princess Amira does what she pleases when she...
I still can not believe I agreed to sharing our martial chambers with Bjorn. I had grown accustom to him over the months and besides I didn't want my father to bring his guards which I knew he would.
So I agreed for the sake of preserving my dignity. I couldn't be shown to my people as a princess that got dragged to her husband bed. Arranging for my things to be brought into the chambers was an ordeal has the chamber was now totally Viking in all things fur or wood.
As the servants helped me get dressed in my nightgown and undid my braids, I couldn't help but feel nervous about tonight. I haven't shared a bed with my husband since our journey here.
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When I entered our bedroom I instantly saw the gigantic wood carved bed in the center of the room. It was so raw and so refined at the same time, I remained breathless as I took in the large columns and metal.
"Who could have made it?", I asked breathless as I reached and touched the wooden carvings. It must have been an incredible artist! But then, I noticed the strange figures that were carved and I suddenly felt this weirdness take over the atmosphere. Slowly taking back my hand I eyed the figures closely.
It was nothing like I had seen before. It was unknown and strange and I felt uncomfortable but drawn to it. To think I had to sleep in it gave me goosebumps.
"You like it?", Bjorn questioned form behind me
I gasped. I was so absorbed by the bed I didn't hear or feel my husband entering the room behind me.
"I carved it myself", he said holding my shoulders.
"It is disgraceful", I said with disgust and moving away from him to look at his eyes.
Bjorn seemed hurt by my words as I saw his eyes so full of sorrow. Feeling bad for my harsh words I find myself saying, "But I suppose I will grow accustom to it", turning around to stare at it some more.
I couldn't help but admire the work of what I thought was just a barbarian only good to slashing and kill people. He was so complex. I wondered if I could ever get accustomed to a man like him or know everything about him as the years passed. For each day was something new and strange to learn about him I thought as I gently caressing it craving.
Bjorn must have took what I said and did as an invitation because he began to softly kiss on my neck, then shoulders and at the same time, his hands undid my nightgown, caressing my skin, heading toward my breast.
Feeling myself falling slowly in his arms as my body became hotter and hotter. When I was completely undressed, he turned me back towards him and kissed my lips so soft yet firmly.
I began to find myself kissing back as my fingers took a mind of there own. What am I doing? I questioned myself but my body was ignoring ever protest I barked in my head. I felt my body take over my mind, forcing me to let go. It was like swimming against a very strong current and I was the little fish, and Bjorn the impetuous sea.
Then I saw his body. Oh, sure, I saw him half naked before but this time, it was different. He became, more attractive, more menacing but not frightening. I took notice of his bulging muscles, his body, so fit and finally, his tatoos, which gave me strange chills. The same I felt when I first saw the bed. God! I almost fainted. I felt hot all of sudden and something tickling was happening to my pelvis.
We both headed toward the bed while kissing, well, actually, Bjorn made all the moves, while I helpless to resist.
We laid down in the sheets of this strange bed with Bjorn hovering above me, kissing every inch of my body. Without warning he started to kiss his way down my body and over my flat stomach giving me goosebumps and suddenly I felt something wet and firm against my most private area.
I couldn't hold back the moan that escape my lips, "Oh god, this.....this......", I moan very loudly as I found myself spreading my legs even more.
As I catch my breath I could feel Bjorn kiss is way back to my lips slowly. Suddenly, I felt something large and long enter my pelvis very slowly. Squeezing my eyes tight as pain started to radiate form my pelvis. Digging my nails into his upper arm, most have signal Bjorn that I was in pain as he stop moving, allowing me to adjust to this foreign invasion.
"Fuck!!! Your so tight!!", Bjorn hissed above my head
It felt like hours had passed as the pain eased and I found myself wiggling a bit to get away. Bjorn most have taking this as a signal to move because suddenly he rocked down slowly and then back up very quickly, causing me to squeal loudly.
It was so strange, a feeling I had never experienced before. Bjorns hands curled into my hair and trailed down my sides to my thigh lifting it up higher. No sooner then he did this did it feel like he was further inside of my pelvis.
"Amira, this feel good", Bjorn moan in my ear as he continued to rock at a quick pace, "I love you!"
"Björn....oh....god..........please!!", I find myself saying
Digging my nails further into his upper, I found it wasn't enough has I latched my nails into my back and hair digging and pulling as an uncontrollable feeling come over me. I couldn't hold back the gasp and moan that come from my lips as he paced turned into quick slapping of skin on skin.
Seeing Bjorn's face in front of me had me snap back into reality. His eyes were burning with desire and I managed to pronounce a protest, "No........Please.........I........can't!!!!!....Please!!", I said sounding more like a moan then plead
But it was too late, he grunted loudly and something warm filled my pelvis. Bjorn continued to grunt and slam into me as more liquid filled me to the max.
I was sure his seed would grow within my belly the few next months. I hated it already, as I allowed my weakness to consume me once again. Now at the age of sixteen I might become a mother, something I was not ready for.
Once he finished grunting and rocking into me, Bjorn rolled over and went to sleep with his large muscular arms wrapped around me. I couldn't help but feel tears swell in my ears spilling over my cheeks. I woke up in the middle of the night to vomit, and cry a little more. As I made my way back to the bed I could see my husband's sad eyes on me, filled with sadness and remorse.
We both didn't say anything as I climbed back into bed and laid back into bed. Bjorn only leaned over and kissed my forehead gently as his fingers caressed my chin. Not moving an inch or responding to his kisses or touches then he finally stop.
Sighing deeply, Bjorn rolled back to his side of the bed and went to sleep as I laid awake staring at the painted ceiling confused as to what happened.
