A SECOND CHANCE CH.12

"Against The Wall"

Vlad escorted Anette to his chamber and lead her in, closing the door behind him. He locked the door and quickly pushed her to the wall. Anette collided with the wall and Vlad quickly blocked her ways of escape by using his arms. He crushed his strong warrior body against her small thin frame causing her to gasp from his actual strength. "Would you like to become used to pleasure my little kitten?" he purred in her ear. Chills ran down her spine as she realized that he wanted to have sex with her again. Her cheeks flushed scarlet as she stared in shock at him. "We need children... And I want you more than you can imagine..." he whispered seductively pressing himself harder against her. She felt something hard against her lower stomach that caused her to look down. She immediately looked back up and her face was flushed scarlet. "Do you feel my desire for you?" he purred in her ear. She could only nod wide eyed still shocked from what she saw. He chuckled and grinded against her womb causing her to gasp and fidget in shock. "Would you like to experience something new my dear?" he whispered seductively. Anette was aroused from his whispers, his strong body, and his grinding. She wanted him. "Yes my love yes.." she gasped out. Vlad chuckled and pressed harder against her making sure that she was pinned to the wall well. He wrapped her legs around his waist and she wrapped her arms around his neck to help hold her up. He hiked his hands up her dress and his seducing hands grabbed her underwear and slid it off, unwrapping her legs to pull it off. She re-wrapped her legs around his waist showing that she wanted to breed with him again. Vlad undid his pants and pulled them down enough for breeding with his aroused wife. He pressed harder against her and nestled himself inbetween her legs and grinded causing her to moan and squeal in pleasure. He groaned from the pleasure and the burning desire to be buried deep inside of her. "Oh Vlad..." Anette moaned. "Please love me... Please..." she moaned begging and pleading. She couldn't stand it. Her southern regions throbbed, ached, and burned for him to penetrate her. He knew that he could show her true pleasure, the pleasure that she didn't receive the night before. Vlad held her hips tightly and had trouble trying to control his body so he could thrust into her gently. His mind was clouded with arousal, lust, and desire. It took intense focus for him to thrust into her gently. Anette moaned in pleasure from his gentle yet strong intrusion. She wanted him to pleasure her and to satisfy his desire for her. Encouraged by her moans and her nails digging into his back he continued thrusting determined to make her pregnant and to pleasure himself as well as her. She moaned and had the most strange desires awakened in her. She wanted him to thrust harder and faster, she wanted him to spead her legs apart farther, and she wanted him to thrust in deep.

Vlad was making sure that Anette would be pregnant after tonight. He thrusted harder and deeper pleasuring her and himself as he tried to impregnate her. She moaned and writhed against the wall in pleasure. She loved how each thrust was deeper and harder than the last. She was close to screaming in pleasure. He groaned loudly and continued thrusting harder and deeper. Anette climaxed in true pleasure and Vlad released. His seed was flowing into her and there was hope in the prince and princess' hearts of having a child. She would be with child or he would have to keep breeding with her until she was carrying a child, a heir to the throne. She was against the wall panting as her husband was right up against her panting and still inside of her. Vlad was hopeful that she would be pregnant but there was the chance that she wouldn't. He was worried about his wife. Her first time was just the night before and he was hard on her. He had never been so hard on a woman before and he certainly never got a woman laid against a wall! He slid out of her and fixed his pants before he unwrapped her legs. Anette's legs buckled underneath her and Vlad had to catch her. Her legs were weak from being around his waist for so long and from the hard sex. Vlad carried her to the bed and laid her down on it. He put her underwear back on her and changed her into a nightgown. She was exhausted, weak, and sore. He undressed to his pants and tucked her into bed. He got in beside her and pulled the covers over him. Anette was too tired and sore to snuggle up against him on her own so he pulled her to him. He felt guilt about the strong likelihood that she would be in severe pain the next day. She immediately fell asleep in his arms and he fell asleep shortly after her.

Vlad woke the next morning to find his exhausted wife still asleep in his arms. He began to think that he was too hard on her the night before. Anette fluttered her eyes open and saw her beloved husband holding her close while he pet her hair. They kissed and got out of bed to get dressed. Anette's womb was sore and most definitely exhausted. She couldn't handle another night of breeding. She would definitely be amazed if she wasn't pregnant. When they were dressed Vlad escorted Anette to breakfast. They ate and Vlad had a meeting to attend.

Anette went to her husband's personal library that was in his study. She looked amongst the volumes for something to read while she waited for her husband but most of the books were battle manuscripts, over astrology, alchemy, religion, and battle strategies. She searched for what felt like hours amongst the several bookcases before she found something that caught her interest.

It was a red book with a beaten and fragile cover. It had been through much over the years. She opened it and flipped to a page.

The Turks have almost broken my spirit, they have almost tortured me to death, and they have almost forced me into surrender. I have barely seen Radu and I know of his fate. Mehmed looks upon my younger brother as a lover. The thought disgusts me. My brother has been converted into Islam. He has betrayed God, Wallachia, the Dracul family name, and myself. I cannot even bring myself to look at him, let alone think about him, and most certainly write about him. Father has not yet made any advances on the Turks in fear of our deaths. But I have to wonder, if Father sent me and my brother to live amongst our enemy and to live in their ways would Wallachia accept me once I return? The Turks have taught me warfare, the Turkish language, Islam against my will, and politics. I have a feeling that they will try to use me when I take the throne, if I live that is. I have also learned their torture methods. They are gruesome enough to make even the most bravest men shudder in fear. The worst method I have seen so far is impalement. It is the most feared punishment amongst the citizens that they dare not anger the sultan in fear of dying on a stake. But I have to ponder one more thing also.. Do my mother, father, and certainly my kin care that I am a prisoner of the enemy? Have they forgotten me? Have they no care or knowledge of the torture I endure every single day? Since arriving I have developed a slight flame of hatred for those I have loved and who I thought loved me. I pray to God that I am freed from this hell soon.

Anette was shocked as she read the page. It was a diary... Vlad's diary. She leafed through several pages and read another entry that caught her interest.

The Boyars are pestering me to find a bride. But it is harder than they think. Most women fear me and most noble women are already married. The women I have seen have not captured my interest. I hope to find a beautiful young woman who will not fear me and who will give me several heirs. May God grant me a bride to love soon.

Anette smiled and flipped through more pages. She found a entry that made her heart pound in her chest.

Last night I found a gypsy band who had made camp in the forest near my castle. But to my surprise a young woman captured my interest. She was a gypsy dancer and was very talented. She was also extremely beautiful. Her thin body, her long wavy raven hair, and her enticing aqua eyes caught my eye and set my heart aflame. I felt drawn into her eyes, her eyes that showed fear and defiance when she saw me. The gypsies struck a deal with me to prevent their deaths and I was victorious in the end. I took the rare beauty with me to my castle. She was bathed and dressed in a fine dress that sent me into lust when I saw her. When she first spoke her voice was sweet and rich. I still remember how beautiful her voice was when she said her name, Anette. I do not even know her but I think that the gypsy beauty has claimed my heart. Anette, my prize, has won my love. I love her even though I just met her. And now as I write this, the young beauty warms my bed and is being groomed to be my bride.

Anette turned the page and read the next entry.

My little beauty tried to escape from me earlier today while I was not there to watch her. She almost made it to the main staircase but I captured her before she could escape. She is terrified of me which pains me often and she is so timid, very unlike how she was when she danced. I have been tempted on several ocassions to attempt to seduce her into my bed. But I do not want to hurt her. My sexual desires can wait, I must focus on winning her love.

Anette was drawn into the diary. She kept turning pages and reading.

My Anette has finally accepted my love! She admitted her love to me earlier today. She has accepted my proposal of marriage and has agreed to be my wife, my princess, and the mother of my children. I cannot wait to marry my little bride. We will be married soon after we return to the castle. I have to wonder if my marriage to Anette will stop Radu's attempts at capturing her. In battle several soldiers try to get past my troops to the camp, to Anette. But my troops and I keep them away. I fear for her safety after we marry and I consider to keep her at the castle, not at the battle camp..

Anette smiled. Vlad truly and deeply loved her as much as she loved him in return.

TO BE CONTINUED..