Love Hina Fan Fiction ❯ Problem Solving ❯ Prologue II: Rocking the Cradle ( Prologue )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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 giver her a thumbs up and pronoucing 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