The Problematic Prince

✧I’ll Bloom You Again✧

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Just look at this depraved woman. She sat on his lap and smiled sweetly at him. Bjorn could only smile in return, overcome with the sweet sense of defeat. This woman, who was firmly depraved, climbed into his lap devoid of all her night garments. She hesitated for a moment, as if embarrassed, but Erna did not attempt to cover her naked body.

   A pregnant woman’s body was an unfamiliar beauty to Bjorn. He did not think that everything would be the same, but at the same time, he was no expecting it to be so different. Erna was unfamiliar to him in her nakedness.

   Bjorn had enjoyed Erna’s swollen breasts, but the swollen belly was something else and he didn’t know what to do. He concentrated on Erna’s eyes, her cheeks were puffy and red, but only added to the cuteness of her beauty.

   “Is it a bit strange?” Erna asked with a nervous smile. She had reckless courage, but would often become self conscious at moments.

   Erna knew what Bjorn was afraid of, because she too had the same fears and scars. She was grateful for his consideration, but there was a new kind of fear that had awoken in her. What if she was no longer pretty to him?

   Although she knew her body better than anyone else, which had never been the same, Erna still hoped she was still pretty in Bjorn’s eyes. He was the only person in the world she loved this much and she hoped to always be with him.

   “Bjorn.” As the silence matured, Erna’s shoulder shrank a little. He raised his hand and brushed her cheek.

   “Tell me if it hurts or is uncomfortable.” Bjorn kissed her cheek as he gingerly pulled her into his arms. He pressed his lips against the nape of her neck and massaged her swollen breasts.

   Erna trembled as he played with her, holding her nipples and pinching them lightly. He continued to kiss her, stroking her back with the other hand. The fear no longer remained.

    He wasn’t really like a beast in heat, he felt ardent desire extend from him, played out in a soft touch here, a gentle kiss there and a strategic pinch to keep her excited. Her skin prickled into goosebumps and she moaned with each new sensation.

   When he felt her excitement reach its peak as a warmth that ran onto his thigh, he gently picked her up and laid her on the bed. She was still as he adored her beautifully strange body.

   “Bjorn…” Time dragged on, Erna felt her impatience grow, she called out to him, a plea for his touch. He let her wait no more and used her soft thighs to sandwich his head as he kissed her.

   The warmth of his breath tickled her as his tongue massaged where she felt the heat rise the most fierce. He did something with his tongue that made her laugh explosively and unexpectantly.

   “Its very strange,” Erna said, stroking her fingers through his hair. Bjorn looked up at her, but could only see her belly. He kissed up and over until he could see her.

   “It is strange, it feels like we have an audience almost,” Bjorn said. It laughed again as Erna gave him a look.

   “Could it be that Bjorn Dniester is shy?”

   “No matter how brave I am, I am not mentally prepared.”

   “It’s fine, the babies are asleep.” Erna made a rather clever excuse and stroked her tummy. She kept her voice low, so as not to disturb the babies as they slept. Bjorn laughed.

   Bjorn got up and lay beside Erna, because he did not want to squash the twins, they spooned. Even as he entered her, he was worried about putting to much pressure on her and only pushed in the tip slowly and cautiously. The soft stimulation was far more pleasant than he ever thought it would. It still left him with the overbearing desire to plunge as deep as possible, but he had to maintain control.

   Erna moaned, which gradually rose in its intensity. He kissed her several times, caressing her beautiful body. Bjorn’s breathing became as rapid as Erna’s, the sense of fulfilment building within him.

   She was so pretty, each time their eyes met as they made love, the same thought passed through his mind and he so desperately wanted to grip her waist and pull her back onto him with each small thrust.

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The snow did not stop falling all night. The thick flakes played shadows on the floor as Erna turned her head in surprise at the warm, wet feeling on her cheek. Bjorn was there.

   “Hold still, Erna,” he said, as he wiped her cooling body with a warm, wet towel. Erna looked at him in shock, she had no idea that this was what he was doing when he got out of bed when he finished inside her.

   When the towel cooled, Bjorn went to the basin to warm it up again. She could hear the sounds of splashing water and she curled her toes.

   “Would you rather I got the maids?” Bjorn sat back down on the bed and smiled. Erna barely nodded. “Since when did you go back to being a virgin lady?” he said perversely.

   “Bjorn, the babies will hear you.”

   “Well, they already saw,” he said calmly.

   Unable to think of a reply to such a comment, Erna stared up at the ceiling, entrusting herself in his hands. Now, much more embarrassed than before.

   Once he was done cleaning Erna, Bjorn put his pyjamas back on. Erna would have done the same, but she was at a loss for energy at that moment. She could quite happily go to sleep there and then, but Bjorn disturbed her by climbing back into bed and pulling her close to him.

   “Sleep now,” Bjorn whispered. She wanted to say yes, but she didn’t have the energy, so she simply nodded.

   “Bjorn,” Erna was able to muster up the courage to ask, “am I pretty?”

   “You think I would be doing this if you wasn’t?” The question was said in such a serious manner, but she could hear the laughter disguised within it.

   “So, what if I am no longer pretty?”

   “What do you mean?”

   “Well, as time passes, my body will get old, I will wither.” Erna’s voice trembled slightly.

   Bjorn liked the way this woman looked at him, the minor gestures, facial expressions and habits. She was so foolishly naive at times, the sum of all that is Erna, such a lovely, pretty girl.

   “I will bloom you again, as much as you want.” Bjorn promised with all his heart. He would do anything to make sure Erna never withered away. This woman was a flower that bloomed with love and that was what made her beautiful, no matter how old she got.

   “Does that mean you will be my gardener?” Erna looked at him with a sly smile.

   “Well, something similar, I suppose.”

   It wasn’t his greatest expression of love, but Erna did not ask for anything more and closed her eyes. As her breathing gradually became even and calm, her twins, who had been wiggling in her tummy, settled also.

   From an almighty god, to a flower arranger, Bjorn gave a kiss with a promise again. Even a kiss for each of the babies, the secret witnesses of his love.

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They both slept in until late, Erna waking first to the bright sunshine pouring into the bedroom, it seemed brighter than normal. It was a sunny winter morning, where the snow had fallen deep. It felt like a dream.

   It started off as any ordinary day. Bjorn went off to make money for the twins and Erna chatted with Lisa while she washed her face, changed her clothes and brushed her hair. She decided not to socialise until the birth of her twins, so her winter was very relaxed. All she had planned for the day was to spend time with the Duchess Arsene.

   What was to make the day special occurred when Lisa brought in breakfast.

   “Your Highness, look over there, its a snowman.” Lisa ran to the window and pointed in delight.

   Erna put down her spoon and made her way to the window where Lisa was stood. There were in actuality four snowmen neatly built side by side on the railing of the balcony. There was a big snowman, a little snowman and two very small snowmen. Erna didn’t have to think very hard about what they were to represent.

   Erna let out a soft laugh as she went out onto the balcony to get a better look at them. As she studied them, Lisa came out with a shawl for Erna. Mum Dniester, Dad Dniester, and Bibi and Nana Dniester.

Erna admired the glistening snowmen as the twins danced joyfully in her tummy, fingers chilly in the crisp winter breeze.

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