Problem Solving
by Shade
Disclaimer: Love Hina is the creation and property of Ken Akamatsu
Note: Because I can, that's why!
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Prologue II: Rocking the
Cradle
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"Won't you come to bed, darling?"
Now upon hearing such a sultry purring invitation coming from the
curved platinum blonde
reclining seductively on the bedcovers in
her filmy white peek-a-boo nightie, most hetrosexual
males with a
pulse would have wasted no time before accepting the offer with all
due haste.
"Not right now, dear."
Prince Lamba Lambda Lambda Luu wasn't one of them. Immersed as he
was in a thick
volume of historical military engagements, he
completely missed the look of frustrated
exasperation that his
beautiful young wife Amalla shot at him.
Marriage to her childhood sweetheart had not turned out as
expected for her royal highness.
He was handsome, kind and
apparently had no interest at all in making love to his sexy bride
until they both passed out from exhaustion. Their honeymoon had
been at a military base
for heaven's sake! Lamba had spent the
entire time inspecting and drilling with the troops.
It was
enough to make Amalla question her own desirablity as a woman.
Just what exactly did she have to do to get her husband's
attention? Were her bountiful breasts
too large, or was it her
swaying hips, or her long silky mane of shimmering silver hair?
Was
that why he'd originally wanted to marry her younger sister Kaolla?
Resigning herself to yet another night alone in bed, Amalla
burrowed under the silk sheets until her
temptingly displayed
body was hidden from view. She blew a puff of air out, this was
getting her nowhere
fast. In six months of marriage, not once had
she experienced the much gossiped about 'joys of the marriage bed'.
The royal bodyguards had seen more action then she had, for
crying out loud! And they were all lesbians!
Not for the first time, Amalla wondered if she had made a mistake.
After the almost-seduction/marriage
with Keitaro Urashima who
she'd mistakenly brought back to MolMol in place of Lamba, she'd been
under
the impression that her hubby would find her equally
arousing. Though without the nosebleeding,
screams of terrified
apology or mad dashes for freedom from the royal bed.
Her smooth brow crinkled as she frowned. Had her devilish little
sister palmed the lemon on her while
hogging the ripe juicy
banana for herself? Why she could just picture it now...
'Under the light of the red moon, Kaolla enthusiastically
bouncing up and down on her shibari bound
and gagged landlord.
Her hands teasing his nipples and running along his chest as she
rides him
like a bucking wild elephant. Filthy phrases describing
her sensual pleasure erupting from her
panting mouth as she turns
to look right at Amalla and pulls her eyelid down and then sticks her
tongue out to show her sister who's won...'
Amalla awoke with a start. For a moment she couldn't remember
where she was.
It was dark in the royal bedchamber except for
where the pale light of the
crescent moon entered from the
balcony window.
As she sat upright, the princess noticed that one hand had somehow
become lodged between
her legs and inside the front of the MolMol
style panties. While extracting it Amalla winced
as she
accidently brushed her still sensitive and throbbing core. It seemed
she couldn't even
find relief in her dreams anymore. That had
been the third erotic fantasy involving her husband's
clumsy
Japanese doppleganger this week.
She saw that Lamba had decided to sleep on the oversized plush
couch in their room again.
The first and only time he had ever
joined her under the covers he'd spent the whole night
with the
lamp on by his side reading a text on ancient MolMol poetry.
How could two men who looked so alike be so different?
Amalla sighed softly as she sank back under the blankets. Maybe
tomorrow would bring
better results. There was still plenty of
time to get closer to one another.
And with that hopeful thought in mind, she drifted off to sleep.
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"WHAT? You're leaving?!"
"Of course, dear. Every capable male of age must complete
their mandatory service with
the military. Not even the royal
family is exempt from the law, you know that."
"But it's five years!"
"I'm sure the time will pass before you know it. And I won't
be on duty all of the time,
I'll be back for the holidays and
celebrations."
"But-but-but..." she stammered. She would be OLD by then! How could he do this to her?!
"Amalla?"
"But what about the succession?!"
"Oh that. Don't worry about it. The stork will undoubtedly
provide us with a wonderful
son or daughter from the cabbage
patch."
That final revelation about Lamba's concept of where babies came
from proved to be too much
for the already shocked princess. Her
eyes rolled back in her head and she collapsed in
a dead faint on
the floor.
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Amalla awoke to find herself back in bed. For a moment she
wondered if it had all been
only a bad dream. But then she saw
one of the Royal Guards standing by her bedside looking
anxiously
down on her.
"Your Highness. The Prince brought you back here after you
fainted. The Royal Physician
has been summoned as well and should
be here soon."
"Hikari, where is my husband?"
The tanned bodyguard suddenly looked uncomfortable, her dark
dreadlocks seeming
to wilt under the hard stare being given to
her by the royal person she had sworn
fealty to.
"He departed as soon as he had summoned me to watch over you, Princess."
"Where did he go?"
"I do not know, Highness. But he did leave a note addressed to you."
Hikari needed no prompting to hand that over to Amalla without
delay as the look
in her mistress's eye was only one step down
from bloodthirsty homicide.
Amalla snatched the folded piece of paper and opened it up to
reveal Lamba's neat
and formal script.
She had to read through it twice before the words finally started to sink in.
"Princess?"
"Out. Now."
The hardened bodyguard fled hastily. When any of the women in the
royal family started
talking in monosyllables, it was as clear a
warning as the tide retreating out before
the tsunami hit and
held much of the same meaning.
Alone in her quarters, Amalla Suu crushed the farewell letter left
by her husband
into a small crumpled unrecognizable mass in one
hand. He had gone too far this time.
Unfortunately for her
treasured dreams of vengence, Lamba was going to be out of her
reach
for awhile.
She hated to admit it, but her mother had been right after all.
The Queen had always
opposed a union between either of her
daughters and Lamba. Amalla had always thought
it was just
jealousy until the day she'd accidently brought Keitaro back instead.
The still youthful looking Naolla had taken a few moments to size
up her daughter's
catch before giving her a thumbs up and
pronouncing her verdict.
"Amalla dear, don't let this one go. Tie him up and do
your best to fuck him
to death. You won't succeed, but the
attempt will definitely be worth it."
Well now she was finally going to take her mother's advice.
Better late then never.
-End Prologue II: Rocking the Cradle