The Problematic Prince - Side Story 4 - The Wolf Moon

“It won’t be easy,” Erna said with a sharp tone cutting through the melody of the waltz. “I think it’s you who are more anxious, is it not?”

“You’re pretty quick witted.”

Bjorn slowly put out his hand in front of Erna as the music started up in a new, sweeter waltz that resembled a spring night.

“No, Bjorn,” Erna said, recognising the meaning behind the gesture. “I have refused dances all night, on the pretext of drinking too much. If I dance with you, then I will be revealed.”

Erna looked out across the hall brimming with dancing couples, regretting the lie as she imagined she was the one being twirled across the floor. If she had known it would be like this, she would have endured, even if she was embarrassed.

“Go away,” she said.

Bjorn let out a low laugh and as she looked at him questioningly, he pointed to a door that led out onto a balcony.

While she hesitated in her indecisiveness, Bjorn wrapped an arm around her waist and guided her toward the door. His gesture was graceful and relaxed, uncharacteristic of a person seeking escape.

“Bjorn,” Erna said, reluctant to follow Bjorn out and stopped. She was more worried about the gossip that might spring from such an action.

Bjorn did not stop and as she tried to maintain discipline over her action, her heartbeat became a rapid beat. As she crossed the threshold, she raised her head to the chilly sea breeze and saw the moon illuminating over the expanse.

“Would you like to play a song with your impatient husband, madam?” Bjorn said, holding out his hand.

They danced with the moon as their chandelier, following the melody of the waltz being played in the hall, following the wind and the lost gravity of their heart.

Erna no longer cared about the banquet hall. The line she had been working so hard not to cross had faded long ago. This man still bad and she thought it would be okay to fall into bad love for one night. The spell will guard her heart in the morning.

“You know Bjorn, you seem to be better at dating than I thought,” Erna said, a shy smile appearing on her flush face.

“Dating?”

“We are in the middle of dating, are we not?”

Dating…he said it back then because he wanted to get her back

Instead of insisting on the truth, Bjorn nodded. It didn’t seem so bad to be dating his wife. The words spoken at Baden Street must have been desperately sincere.

“Dating is good,” Erna said, innocently admiring him as she walked away. “Let’s keep dating like this, Bjorn.”

“Okay,” Bjorn nodded happily. “As much as you want.”

Bjorn wrapped a hand around Erna’s shoulders as she tried to move away, his whole world shone her the eyes of Erna, who smiled brightly like a child.

Following his lead, Erna danced lightly and beautifully. Bjorn unconsciously held his breath as he looked at his wife, with eyes as still as the night sea.

They stood under the moonlight, making Erna’s skin paler. The hem of the dress fluttered like a wave and her small hand that gently held the side of it. She looked at Bjorn with clear eyes that looked at him dreamily. He felt like he understood the poets and writers that would write boring love poems over the many more fun things you could do with a woman.

“Bjorn,” Erna whispered his name, looking up at him blankly. “Bjorn.”

He was distracted, looking up at the moon and humming his own little song. Rather than having anything to say, it seemed he wanted to carry on playing his little joke. Erna laughed because she found it amusing that he was still playing around with tricks that clearly read her thoughts.

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Bjorn lowered his gaze and narrowed his brows in surprise, which was unlike him. Erna approached against the step of the waltz, stretched out her arms and embraced him around the neck. Her sweet, soft body scent and warmth came along with the sound of her laughter.

The dance collapsed. Erna looked up at Bjorn’s face and felt nervous. He let out a languid sigh and hugged Erna. The Ducal couple, who had been waltzing perfectly disappeared and all that remained were two lovers who moved about the balcony sloppily to the music.

“Be careful with your words and actions, Erna.” Bjorn whispered into Erna’s ear, who giggled because of how it tickled. “If you carry on like this, I’lll want to quit the party and return to the bedroom.”

Erna blinked in embarrassment and lowered her head, burying her face in Bjorn’s chest. She still belonged to him and there seemed to be no escape for her.

“Bjorn.” Not knowing what to do, she raised her blushing face to meet his and he nodded politely at her. He didn’t seem like the man who had whispered lewd words to her.

The Wolf Moon… Erna recalled her grandmother’s enchanting tales from nights when the full moon reigned. The legend spoke of the Wolf Moon casting its light upon mischievous children, making them easy prey for the moon-possessed wolf to kidnap.

Her grandmother’s gentle whispers of the tale never failed to send shivers down Erna’s spine. Hastily, she would don her nightgown and find solace beneath her blanket, seeking to banish her fears.

Yet, as soon as her grandmother assured her with praise, deeming her a good child who the Wolf Moon would not touch, her fears dissolved. The comforting words of her grandmother erased the terror of the wolf’s howls that haunted the night.

Determined, Erna vowed to be a good child once more tonight.

Her mind meandered aimlessly, lost in a sea of thoughts.

“Bjorn… actually… me too.”

Despite her intention, her quivering lips uttered something entirely different.

Perhaps this was the magic of the moon, which possessed a power of attraction and repulsion, making Erna innocent of all crimes on that balcony.

The moon’s magic danced within her heart, weaving a tumultuous storm of thoughts and feelings she struggled to understand.

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The cabin echoed with the sound of doors opening and closing. Erna fell back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling which was quickly replaced by the visage of Bjorn. Is it because the sea reflects the moonlight?

The room was bathed in a brilliant glow. Overcome with anxiety she glance towards the dock. The bedroom, typically lit by a single lamp, was now awash with an extraordinary brightness as moonlight poured in.

“My wife is very relax.” Bjorn threw aside his jacket and tie, then grabbed Erna’s face. When she felt his hand, she looked up into Bjorn’s grey eyes. “It hurts my pride.”

The words came through a crooked smile and proved not to be a joke as he kissed her with fierce passion. A hand tugged at her dress as they kissed and felt like it was eaten alive by the fabric. When it came across a tight knot, or concealed button, a curse broke over Erna’s lips.

“The rest later.”

Bjorn tossed aside a small button he accidentally ripped off and stood up. Lying in his shadow, Erna blinked nervously and shrugged. Her neglected dress pulled up to her waist, accentuated her bosom, which rose and fell in rapid exhalation.

“Are you okay?” Bjorn looked at Erna with a calm face, enough to give him a heartless impression as he pulled at the hem of her skirt. Surprised, Erna trembled, but she was unable to withstand his physical strength.

“It’s fine.”

After laying there for a while, Bjorn’s gaze returned to Erna’s face. Erna knew the meaning behind the look and removed her underwear. Bjorn lowered himself between her widely spread legsand pursued his purpose without delay.

Erna let out a whimper as she searched the moonlight for the bad boy. She found it hard to breath, like she was being half submerged in water. She called out to Bjorn, whimpering like a beast caught in a trap.

As her body shivered and sagged weakly, Bjorn lifted his head. She was breathing heavily, enveloped in the messy, ragged dress. It was like lying down in a large flower.

Bjorn looked out along the flowing silken hills to Erna’s heaving bosom, paused for a moment as he considered her flushed face and then looked down between the silk stockings wrapped about her legs. Erna felt embarrassed and shrank away. The frills and ribbons of her garter belt fluttered and tickled her thighs. It was a spectacle that stimulated Bjorn, but unfortunately, there was no time left to enjoy it all fully.

Bjorn unbuckled his trousers as he settled between Erna’s legs. Erna gave no resistance, who quickly became shy again and was suppressed. Bjorn rested Erna’s legs on his shoulders and pushed into Erna’s warm depths.

The moonlight painted across the sea became brighter.

Erna tried to focus through the haze to look at Bjorn, who was shaking her. He had only unbuttoned his shirt a little way and she pulled at them impatiently. The shame of being messed up by such a man who hadn’t fully exposed himself to her mixed with the queer ecstasy drove her mad.

“Be patient.”

Bjorn pressed Erna down and ripped off the rest of his shirt. Erna twisted her back and let out a whimper of pleasure, seeing his bare chest. He leaned in and kissed her passionately, Erna didn’t realise she was digging her claws into his back, enraptured by his scent.

“You’re too excited, Erna.”

His sultry lips whispered vulgar words, pushing himself harder on top of her.

and the bad girl responded by by hugging the wolf’s neck.