[ It doesn't occur to Anna even once that perhaps this isn't exactly what she needs after having just woken up from a nightmare involving her dead sister - Hans has a way of making her forget absolutely everything that isn't him, and right now, that most certainly isn't an exception. She's cradled in his lap now, more of a throne than the one she's supposed to sit in alongside her husband's, and the heat radiating between them seems to be working its way down between her thighs until she's sticky and slick and swollen, until all she can think of is how desperately she wants Hans, how desperately she needs Hans, and that she'll do anything to have him. She doesn't see it as a trained response or something that's been bred into her - no, at this point it's all instinct, it's every bit as much of a part of her as the king himself is. Fully prepared to squirm and grind down upon him until she's coming undone without even having been undressed, Anna lets out a small little mew of a sound when Hans stops her from doing just that - instead, he ruts his own hips upwards, and she's left gasping and breathless in his arms as he chides her for too much, too soon. She can't remember, exactly, just when it was that the power dynamic between the two of them had shifted so much within the confines of their bedroom, or if it's always been there from the very beginning, but she doesn't complain, because she's still just as addicted by Hans as she had been even before they had married in the first place. ]

I...Hans... [ She's starting to fuss, just a little bit, torn between her own need for relief and her desire to please him, and the sheer yearning in her voice is undeniable. Thankfully, he doesn't wait long - calling her his pet, something that's always made her flush with equal parts pleasure and something else she can't quite readily identify, Hans reaches for one of her trembling hands and brings it to his lips for a chaste - loving, she thinks - kiss before guiding it down between the press of their bodies and to the budding swell of his crotch. She draws in a breathy gasp, her heart racing as he forces her slim fingers to curl around the length of his cock that's already half-hard - she loves the feel of him, the heavy weight in her palm and how difficult it is for her to form a fist around him, and most of all, she loves knowing that she's making him feel good. She tries to continue stroking him through his undergarments even as he reaches down to undo them, and by the time the length of his cock is springing free, flushed and just about to glisten at the swollen head, Anna can't help but let out a reverent sigh, a keening moan that's far more wanton than she realizes. ] I - I don't think that I'm going to be able to be patient for that much longer. [ She warns him breathlessly, with a sheepish little smile, but no sooner has she said it is he bringing her hand back down to his stiffening cock, and she eagerly allows him to guide her dainty fingers around the length of it, rubbing tenderly along the shaft and arching her back when he raises his hips to meet her halfway. The headboard behind them is starting to creak lazily in time with their movements, and Anna's panties are soaked and clinging to the heat of her, sweet juices dripping down her creamy thighs like warm honey when Hans all but purrs her name - something that's never failed to drive her wild in the past. ]

I - oh! [ Predictably, she does cry out when he tugs down the barely-there hem of her nightie to free one of her pert, needy breasts, and the wet heat of his mouth claiming ownership of one of her pebbled and unbearably sensitive little nipples has her back arching even more, the curve of it both obscene and delicate in the sheer and undiluted desperation it exudes. She rocks forward in his lap, her head tipping back as her eyes squeeze shut and an expression of pure need overwhelms her freckled face, and she's pressed herself so flush against him from the waist down that she can no longer maintain a steady hold of his cock - instead, she pets at the length of it, reverent and eager, and the soiled crotch of her panties rubs against the base of it, more than enough stimulation for a bride as young and inexperienced as she is. She must look a right mess - her hair is tumbling out of its braids and cascading loosely down her back, and she's flushed and panting as her nightie rides up around her trembling thighs, one supple breast bare and exposed and perked into her husband's sinfully-skilled mouth. Hans, however, seems every bit as composed as he always is, and if Anna knew any better, she would know that it was more of him being in control than anything else. ]

I want...I need...please... [ She keens again, because for as good as rubbing herself raw on the length of his thick cock through her panties is proving to be, she knows that having him inside of her will be even better, especially if she's able to do it like this, especially if he kisses and suckles at her tender breasts until they're every bit as red and swollen as her poor, neglected pussy. ] Hans - please, I just - I can't - [ Her voice is a soft and pleading little whine at this point, and it's her need for him, her desperation for him, that causes Anna to slide the hand that had previously been rubbing along his length to reach for the crotch of her panties instead, and she whimpers as she clumsily pushes it aside, gasping as the cool nighttime air washes over her flushed, glistening, and overheated skin. Her clit is swollen and pulsating in time with her racing heartbeat, and she knows that she's mere Seconds away from orgasm already. She rocks her hips forward again, and this time it's bare skin on bare skin - the stiffened heat of Hans' length grinds between her slick and dripping lips, and Anna cries out loudly enough for both the guards standing outside their door to hear, the tight, taut muscles of her entrance clenching and clamping down in search of a cock that just isn't there.] Please, just - is this okay?