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wind howling and silent whistling as if a lover whispering softly in the prince's ears as he stares longing at the moon, his eyes glazing over as he sees the ghost of his bride stare back at him with its silver glow. He smiles softly, remembering her scent and the feel of her soft red rings of hair sprawled across his white linen pillows. He remembers her laugh as he would tickle her insides, and feel her warmth drip over his hand into his palm. Her squeal as he blew his hot, steamy breath on her neck and began nibbling on the warm and heated skin that was exposed-the rest hidden by the ballgown that was clothing her...sadly.... He growled in frustration when his fingers of his left hand traveled to her back and met the small buttons of her corset-the tearing of fabric and pleasureable screams fill the chamber and it is her turn to please him... her fingers find their way under his vest, his shirt, tickling his stomach...tracing the skin and following the path down to his...following the happy trail downwards. Stopping at the top of his trousers. She grinned wildly when he growled, biting her earlobe and she giggled madly when he wriggled his finger inside her, her hips bucked and her legs wrapped around his waist.... the moon was bright outside that night...as it is now as the prince watches it, waiting for his lover-bride to return to him... but knowing full well that she is gone, and her loving memories and lustful events in this very chamber are the only things that fill him with the desire to wake each morning...he feels her hands trickle down his stomach and swirl around his belly button, the hairs of his happy trail stand up as his member bulges in his shorts... he feels the need to dump ice down them, but without the heat, there would be no memories, sadly, its all he has of his lover-bride. He sighs, turning away from the window and laying down on the duvet that was to be shared between them, her scent still lingers on the pillows and in the sheets... he buries himself in them both...pleasured just by that....
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