Spur of the Moment

"Prince Marx, you asked for Pieri?" Pieri danced into her superior's room. "Is there killing that Pieri needs to do?"
Marx, however, did not immediately respond. He was sitting in his favorite chair.
His room was spotless- not a single speck of dust to be seen. He had made sure of it himself.
But there was something wrong, today.

Marx stood up, keeping his eyes on the woman who served him, before closing and locking the door.
The blue-haired woman was confused. "What? Is there something important you want to tell Pieri?"
However, suddenly, the woman was pinned up against the wall forcefully.
"So I have been hearing rumors about you. That you were masturbating not only in a general area, but loud enough that Kamui heard."
Pieri's face turned to that of prey being cornered as the grips by Marx's hands on her wrists tightened.
Marx, however, was as cool and collected as ever. "That you were masturbating with me in mind."
"Prince Marx... Pieri... Pieri is getting very scared right now..." Pieri leaned her head back to try and create distance between herself and her employer.
"Shouldn't you be scared?" Marx hissed. "I could have you tried and killed for behavior defaming this nation."
The air-headed murderer swallowed deeply and asked, "Marx... M-Marx... Please... listen to Pieri!"
"Do you listen to your victims? The servants you've killed?" The prince of Nohr growled in disdain.
"Prince Marx, please..." Pieri was crying, now. "Marx... isn't afraid of Pieri! That's why... Pieri wants to be with you!"
There was a kind of silence as Pieri continued to cry. The two were very close together, almost intimately so.
Marx could feel the woman's body heat up under the pressure he was exerting on her. There was no doubt that she was either terrified or aroused or both.
"And why would I want to be with someone like you? Someone who kills for fun?"
Pieri had no answer. Her body was heaving, now, and her hips shimmying a little bit in anxiety, almost expectation.
"Of all of my siblings, I am the only one born from wedlock. All of the others were born of concubines or mistresses." Marx stated.
"W-what does this have to do with Pieri?" The servant asked.
Marx glared at her. "You wish to be with me, then?"
"Of course... Prince Marx has killed many people... Is very strong... And... Handsome..." She began to tremble, "...And is a prince..." She stared at him with longing. "To be with Prince Marx... Pieri would kill everyone else in the world..." Pieri turned away with embarrassment.
Her look was enough to shatter Marx's patience.

He threw her onto the nearby bed, eliciting a squeak of surprise from her, and pressed her to the sheets, one hand cupping her left breast.
"Enough of this, then." Marx began removing his clothes.
Pieri's heartbeat began to race. "Prince... Marx?" She was quickly becoming totally flustered, and her legs unconsciously spread.
"If you truly wish to be with me, you may bear me children, under the condition that you cease to kill servants and listen to my requests."
Marx was about to unbind his shirt when Pieri pulled him towards her suddenly and with her eyes dulled by hormones.
"Ah, so Pieri is going to be a mother?" she smiled. "If Marx is the father, Pieri will bear as many children as he wants!" She quickly, desperately removed her own lower garments and exposed herself to him in full willingness. "This is what Prince Marx wants to use, right?" She leaned up to him and whispered, "Pieri knows alllll about what men and women do..." She giggled.
Marx was slightly unnerved by this, but continued to remove his clothing.
"Ah... Don't hold back, Prince Marx. Pieri couldn't..." she trembled a bit "...Stand it if Prince Marx held back."
"You don't give orders to me..."

Marx grabbed her roughly, pinning her to the bed with his weight and carefully aligning the two of them until he was able to enter.
Pieri nearly screamed in surprise as her body was suddenly forced open, and she grabbed the sheets in alarm. "Ah! Marx! M-Prince-"
"What's the matter? Didn't you say that you would kill everyone in the world for something like this? A little pain is nothing, then!"  He gritted his teeth and tried to move, with a certain degree of success. “Whatever happened to 'don't hold back'?”
“No... It feels good... Just... Please, Pieri wants more!” She arched her back slightly, but Marx pushed her back down.
“Don't move too much, or I won't be able to!” He began to move in and out, the friction causing him to blush.
Pieri was panting heavily at this point, and her grip on the sheets tightened. “Aaah... This... Is better... Than...” She was unable to continue talking, but her hands suddenly let go of the sheets and clasped at her lover.

Blood began to flow from her nethers. Marx closed his eyes for a second and realized that he had just broken her hymen, before shaking his head and continuing.
“It... It's not hurting Pieri too much... Don't worry about... me...” Pieri saw the hesitant, aost self-disgusted look on Marx's face and smiled.
“Pieri, you...”
“Pieri... Wants to be with you... So... Keep going...” She was crying happily, a bit, with mascara dripping down her face as usual.
“You really are a crybaby, aren’t you?” Marx returned to his former movements, and began to accelerate. “Crying even now!”
“But... that's because Prince Marx... Cares for Pieri... AH!” She cried out when Marx began to fondle her breasts.
“So sensitive? You really aren't used to this, then. But that's to be expected of a virgin.”
“Pieri has been waiting... why... can't...” She covered her face. “Pieri wants to make Marx feel good as well!”
The Nohrian royal's whole face surged red in response, his desire intensifying. “Stop worrying about your failings and just try to focus on what you're here for!”

Pieri began to shake and moan, her hips tensing up and her whole body clenching and releasing on-and-off for a few seconds. After her body ceased to fluctuate, she was saddened. “Marx...hasn't... come...yet... Is... Is Pieri not good enough?”
“You're just... inexperienced, is all. Nothing... that can't be...fixed.”
“Even... even if it takes much more time... Pieri will help as long as it takes to make Marx come.” Pieri grasped at Marx and kissed him, simply lip to lip.
However, she soon let go as Marx began to move faster and faster. Even though she had already orgasmed, Pieri braced in expectation.
After a few more seconds, Marx halted in completion, a little winded from the exertion.
Pieri smiled as she felt the results of her body's effect on his. “So now Pieri can be a mother... Thank you, Prince Marx.”
“In public... you should continue calling me Prince Marx... But here... You are my equal.” He leaned over her and the two stood still for a little while.

The room was warm, now... and Pieri felt like for the first time in ages, someone had finally showed her that they cared.