"Hans, wait," Anna said as they tumbled into a back alley.
"No more waiting," He said, breathlessly. Oh, his time had come. Soon he would have everything he'd ever wanted; fame, power, and a throne.
"Um... okay..." Her eyes were telling him a different story, but he didn't care.
He whistled, and his horse marched behind them. Hans trapped Anna in a doorway.
"Hold still."
"Hans...!" She struggled against him, but he was far stronger. She reached up for a kiss, but he backed his head away.
Ugh... kissing. I can't stand it. Too... intimate.
He spun the princess around. his hands gabbed the soft part of her neck while his body trapped her chest against the wall. He thrust his hips forward, lifting her onto her tip-toes.
"Don't you want me...?" He manipulated her perfectly.
"...of course, I'm just not ready," she felt the hands grasp her neck a little too tightly before going to her breasts., "ah! Please..."
He smirked, pulling her straps down. Once he'd revealed her nipples, she pushed back from the wall, "Stop!"
She raised her hands defensively, trying to stop his from getting to her sensitive tits.
Enough of this. Hans grumbled internally. The prince lifted her body, and slammed it violently face-first into the door. She was dazed enough not to stop him when he lifted her left leg.
"You want this, don't you?" He growled. She blinked back to reality in time for him to smash her face-first into a door, "Aren't you a little tired of getting doors slammed in your face?"
His right hand kept pushing her head into the door while his left found purchase in her tights, ripping them open.
"Hmmm?"
"But I'm-!"
She gasped when his left first pushed violently upward.
"Anna..."
Small tears ran down her cheeks, "I... but..." She swallowed, "Will it hurt?"
She felt something ungloved press against her opening. It entered her.
"Yes."
Her mouth formed an 'o' as she screamed silently. But Hans loved her, right? Yes, it hurt, but, hadn't he told her it would. And didn't he love her? Of course he did. Right!
...right?
"Aaaah... mmm-mmm..." She shook her head to clear the pain. The hand at the back of her head, thankfully, stopped slamming her face-first into the door, and found its way to her chest. Hans got a grip on her left breath, squeezing it hard enough to turn red.
"Rrrra! Rah!" He let out small grunts as he worked his way into her body. Hans was no fool as to his purpose. This wasn't love, certainly. And it wasn't lust either. If she thought she gave him virginity...
(Hans brought his left gloved hand out from painfully extending his victim's thigh and looked at the red staining it.)
...she would be his, forever. So, so willing to think this was what she wanted.
"Hans, please, please just slow down a bit." She begged.
He let out a sigh.
Fine.
He'd have the crown, though. He put his hand between her legs, feeling her slickness coating him. She'd wanted to be touched sooo badly...
That was the shame, really. A beautiful girl like this? Desperate for someone's love? It was pathetic. She could have had anyone if she'd have thought it through. He got his revenge for having to slow down by arching her back. Hans grabbing her left hip, rolling it against his, then bent her forward, crushing her face more fully into the wooden door.
Anna let out uncomfortable mewling sound. Hans growled his annoyance. He thrust extra-hard to teach the princess her place.
Bang.
She didn't pick up on what his body was telling her; she was his. Her discomfort, feelings, none of that matter anymore.
Bang, bang, bang... bang... bang...
Hans could feel her fighting him a little bit. He pulled back and hit her harder the more she fought.
Bang, bang, bang...
That would teach her. She soon stopped resisting him, wrapping her left leg around his back, freeing up his arm. Hans smirked. She was such easy prey. He ran his hands up her legs, under her skirt.
Amazing.
Perfect smooth thighs met to the finest ass he'd ever believed could exist. But the real prize was her womanhood. So open, but so tight. It belonged to him now, just like her. Even as it fought to keep him out, it refused to release him once he was in. His hands went back to her chest. He pulled her against him, roughly squeezing her. Her mouth was a thin line as she tried to keep from screaming in pain.
Hans laughed a bit.
Bang, bang.
Two more pumps and he was done. He dropped her, literally. Anna hit the ground, groaning, clutching the inside of her legs.
Hans picked her up.
"You don't want to disappoint anyone, do you?"
The princess had forgotten all about the coronation. Anna shook her head, though, the whole time, she kept trying to remember Hans loved her. But the question remained.
Why didn't he wait?