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It's almost too much, how tight she's gripping him, and Nikolai is trying his best to hold on so he can come after her. He whispers into her ear in guttural French for her to just come, come for him, and he makes his thrusts deeper and sharper in response. Maybe he's using her too hard for a first time but he's wanted this for far too long and he needs it more than he needs anything.

"Need you," he whispers. "Need you to come for me, little princess. Need to make sure that I'm yours before I make you mine."

He hadn't bothered with a condom and every stroke reminds him of how wet and hot she is wrapped around his cock; it's so much sensation all at once.

When it hit her, she nearly turned inside out. Natalia had to bite down hard on Nikolai's right shoulder, tasting blood in her mouth as her orgasm crashed over her, whiting out her mind and making her shake like a tree in a thunderstorm. Her young body locked down tight, slim legs gripping Nikolai's waist in a vise-grip, her fingernails digging into the hard muscles of his back, leaving harsh indentations, and she shivered, shook, and sobbed, feeling as if every nerve ending she possessed had just been dipped in molten gold.

But he was vibrant in her arms, and her hips simply couldn't stop bucking as she milked his cock for every drop of pleasure she could take, wanting so much more already even though he was still working to drive her onwards and upwards. There'd be no going back now, and they absolutely belonged to each other. There could never be anyone else. Not ever.

Nikolai comes too, groaning as he does, and he collapses against her once he has. He knows he's heavy and he'll move in a minute but for now, he needs to just be in her and on her, taking solace in the fact that she's his and will never belong to anyone else.

"I love you," he murmurs softly against her skin. "Never ever forget that I love you. I've always loved you and no one else."

His voice is choked up a bit, too, and he knows she'll hear it.

Her climax went on and on, extended by the warmth she felt flooding her loins when Nikolai stiffened above her, then groaned a deep guttural sound and settled warm and thick above her, sheltering her with his delicious weight. Natalia wrapped her arms back around him, holding him so close and safe, raining little kisses all over his cheeks, forehead, ears, and finally his sweet, sweet lips.

"...Nikolai," she purred, basking in his praise, his undeniable love. They were both sweaty and filthy, smelled of each other, but there was nowhere else in the entire world she'd rather be. "I love you so much, moya zvezda...mmmm, want you all the time. Now and forever." The little princess shifted until she could gaze into his lovely blue eyes, her own soft and liquid.

"...I want to marry you, and rule together." She kissed him again, slowly stroking her tongue into his mouth, tasting him fully even as she squirmed beneath him, feeling little electric sparks skitter over her skin where it slid against his. "You're mine, malyshka, and I'll never ever give you up." Never.

"Marry me?"

It's such a foreign thing to him, to be married, and he doesn't know if he would be a good match to her as Tsarina or if he'd be capable of that at all. All the things that have been done to him have made him someone that isn't exactly suitable for normal society, not to mention the pressure of ruling.

"Are you sure I could do that? You're the Grand Duchess," he says. He rolls over a bit so he can pull her against his chest. "It would put me in a place of responsibility."

"Da," she whispered, settling snug atop his broad chest. "Marry you." Natalia wiggled until she was comfortable, feeling her nethers aching but pleasantly so, and she knew she'd be so sore and tender come the morning.

"I can think of no one better," she murmured, decorating his thick neck with soft kisses, small hands wandering over his torso greedily. "You love me, you love my father, and you love Russia, so why not? You're indestructible, you're invincible, and you make me happy, malyshka. I want you and no one else.

"Besides," she added, sitting up slightly and rolling her hips over his, a sensuous tease, "No one can bribe you, no one can sway you, and no one will ever come close to how good of a man you are." She knew she just couldn't walk out of her bedroom and proclaim all of this to the world, but regardless, it was true.

"You make fair points," Nikolai says. He knows they're made in the haze of afterglow but he feels like Natalia may be speaking the truth about loving him and wanting him to marry her. He doesn't know what kind of partner he'd be to a Tsarina though. Maybe he'll just have to find out.

"We don't have to do that tomorrow," he says softly, stroking her hair. "We can just go on like this and not worry about anything so important just yet. You're still really young. You have time before you have to marry."

And that is a blessing.

"You say that as if I haven't been thinking about it since I was ten years old," Natalia teased her lover lightly, lowering her head to steal a long, deep kiss. She lifted her head with a smirk, rubbing her nose with his. "No, we don't have to do it tomorrow, or even the next day. I don't officially have to be married until I'm twenty-one, so we have a little while."

She purred as he stroked her, rubbing her skin against his as if she'd never get enough of him. "I want you still," the girl breathed against Nikolai's lips, sliding her tongue into his mouth. "Let me have you again? With my mouth?" Her stomach clenched at the thought of sucking his cock deep between her lips, and she moaned as she kissed him, wanton and greedy.

"I was going to say, you're going to be too sore if you have me again," Nikolai says, laughing softly. "But if you want to use your mouth, I'm not going to say no."

Sex isn't something he's had a lot of in the past decades and he's starved for the affection and touch the same way she is. Besides, he's been thinking about her plush mouth on his cock for a while now.

"Please, Natalia?"

"But I won't be later," she promised, kissing him again. With permission given, the little princess slowly slithered down her beloved's magnificent torso to settle between his rock-hard thighs, eager mouth already hovering over her prize. Small fingers circled the base, and she let her tongue guide him between her lips, closing her mouth and sucking gently, red head moving up and down with exquisite slowness.

He tasted of them both, another scintillating thrill, and Natalia pushed Nikolai's thighs apart a little wider, the better for her to really lower her head over his groin, sucking and slurping with teenaged enthusiasm, despite her weary body's aches and twinges.

A curious hand snuck down to cup and caress the heavy sack, and Natalia moaned as it tightened in her palm, and she tightened her lips around his stiffening cock, marveling at how she could affect him so.

This is something that always feels good, no matter what, and what Natalia lacks in skill she makes up for in sheer enthusiasm. Besides, he loves her, and anyone who loves him is going to be better at this than someone who doesn't. His hips twitch upward toward her mouth and he fists his hands in the sheets.

"Feels so good, malyshka," he murmurs. "I love you so much and you feel so good to me. You're so good at this."

She mewled to his praise, feeling her skin heat, but she never let up on her work; she was enjoying it far too much. Especially when she lifted her eyes to see her beloved squirming in response, his large hands white-knuckled on the sheets, and his muscled abdomen hitching as she worked him over.

He was so large in her mouth; she couldn't take him into her throat, but her warm palm plumped what she couldn't fit between her lips. And she was learning as she went; practice always made perfect, and she wanted so much to please him.

Natalia finally had to lift her head for a gasped breath, only to run the flat of her tongue along the underside of Nikolai's erect cock, swirling around the thick head before taking him back between her lips. "I love doing this for you," she whispered, nuzzling at the stiff flesh in her small hand. "It makes me so hot, Nikki...watching you writhe for me..."

Nikolai lets out a little puff of air and presses his hair back against the pillow, letting a moan come out as he just enjoys himself. She's so good at this and he snakes his right hand into her hair, pushing lightly against her head.

"Take as much as you can," he murmurs. "Take as much of me as you can, pretty girl, and I'll make it worth your time. You feel so good around me. I've never felt so good as I do with you."

She was still relatively inexperienced at lovemaking in general, but what she lacked in technique she made up for in eager enthusiasm. Natalia relaxed her jaw and lowered her head even further, feeling the tip of her lover's cock brush the back of her throat, and she couldn't help the whorish moan that escaped her, nor the flood of wetness between her aching thighs.

Small fingers circled and rubbed the base of Nikolai's thick cock, and the princess's red head moved slowly up and down, nearly choking as she endeavored to please her beautiful lover as much as she could. She had to come up for air and gasped softly, licking her lips in sloe-eyed pleasure, going back down and sucking hard, deep, and tight over and over again, wanting to drive him absolutely insane for her.

Even with inexperience, it's enough, and Nikolai doesn't have the time to warn her before he's coming, hard, against the back of her throat. His right hand is tangled in her hair and he pulls at it when he does come and has a moment where he feels awful for that before gently relaxing the clench and smiling lazily.

"I'm sorry I didn't warn you," he says softly. "It just...happens sometimes when you least expect it, especially with this particular act. It feels too good to call exactly when you're going to finish."

She had about five seconds of warning before Nikolai erupted in her mouth, and Natalia just managed not to choke, swallowing through it and finally lifting her head to inhale greedy breaths. The pull in her hair was a sensual pain, making her belly clench, and she wiped her mouth with the sheet before smirking at her lover's sheepish tone.

"I don't mind," the princess forgave him, undulating her way back up his big body to snuggle warm and close in his arms. She moaned as she kissed him, seeking his tongue with hers, salacious and soft. "...I love you," she whispered again, pulling him to lie beside her, all the better for her to drape her small arm and lean bare leg over his body, never wanting to let him go.

"Let's just lie here forever, da?" She grinned, nipping at her Nikki's lower lip. "The servants can bring us food, so we don't ever have to let go, and you can have me every hour of every single day, moya zvezda. Does that sound good?"

"I would be afraid of the servants telling our secret. You know what they say in the military? Two can keep a secret - but only if one is dead. Obviously we can keep a secret but I don't know how all these staff are going to keep it from the Tsar."

He doesn't want to mention the man while in bed with Natalia but it sort of is necessary to advise her how secret it has to be, even if they're both excited to be together at last. Nikolai holds her close, making every statement with his body that he won't be going anywhere.

"Just you and me for now, all right?"

Natalia closed her eyes, sighed softly. "I know. No one can know," she agreed. At least until she'd come of age and declared it to all the world that he was her beloved and she'd have no other. The princess kissed her lover softly, gentle presses of lips and promises, and it wasn't long before she drifted off into slumber, completely exhausted from the day's ordeals.

And due to that exhaustion, it was almost eleven hours before the Grand Duchess stirred, coming awake quickly at the protesting of her body and all of its muscles. She abruptly sat up and leaned over the bedside, sliding out of Nikolai's hold with a hissed wince as she held her stomach. "...ow-ow-ow-ow," was all she could mutter, tangled red hair hiding her pained expression.

Ever a light sleeper, Nikolai wakes up as soon as Natalia stirs and he's fully alert when she cries out in pain. His brow furrows as he looks at her, wondering what's wrong. Then it dawns on him - first time last night and first time with him.

"Natalia, don't move if it hurts. What can I do?" he asks, shifting so he can hold her and guide her back down into bed. "You're sore because of last night so I ought to be the one fetching after you this morning. Heating pad? I could find us pajamas so you can get back in bed and no one will suspect anything."

She let Nikolai put her back in bed, but coiled around her stomach protectively. "It's...it's okay," she tried to reassure him. "Just...a little sore, is all." Her abdomen throbbed, and she bit her lip, but tried to give him directions regardless.

"...a bath. A hot bath. And some painkillers. And breakfast." Because she was ravenous. "And...and, you get cleaned up too, da? You deserve a hot shower and coffee...and tea." No doubt her father would be around to check on her soon, and Natalia was surprised the housekeeper hadn't already made an appearance.

"I'l get them for you," Nikolai promises. He finds the strongest thing in the house other than narcotics to give her and then puts in an order for breakfast before going back to his own room to shower and dress. He feels deliciously stretched after the night before and he cannot help but smile while thinking about how he'd been in bed with his printsessa all night.

When he's out of the shower, he's happy to see that breakfast has been brought to Natalia's room and he settles at the small table there to start tucking in, waiting on her to come back from the bath. They can keep this secret, he thinks - he'd even remembered to come back fully dressed and not in the casual state of half-dress he's usually in around her.

This time, she lounged in the bath, immersed to her ears in bubbles and hot water. Natalia sighed as she swished her hands in the steaming water, lashes closed over pale cheeks as she relived the previous night's activities. She still ached, but knew that was par for the course, and no doubt the painkillers Nikolai was sure to bring would take care of that.

She wasn't worried about conception; she'd taken initiative on the plane in her examination with Dr. Kordova, and she had promised to bring the Grand Duchess a prescription along with her other medications, which would probably be delivered along with breakfast, too.

Her bath took perhaps a good three-quarters of an hour, and when she finally emerged, wrapped in soft cotton daywear - a pretty lavender blouse and matching yoga pants - Natalia spied her beloved already at the small table near her vanity, with a tray of delicious smells that made her mouth water. She did, however, pause before diving into the food to kiss him soundly, longing to slide right into his lap, but opted to take her own seat instead, for her father would no doubt be stopping by soon.

Nikolai turns out two ibuprofen from his palm onto the breakfast tray and nods at them. "You ought to take those. I'm sorry I...well, it comes with the territory, I think."

Nikolai knows that his cheeks have colored and he's a little embarrassed. It's been a long time since he's been with anyone and having sex with someone for the first time - even if they had been playing at it for a while.

"It doesn't hurt too badly, does it?"

His blush was the cutest thing she'd ever seen. Natalia giggled, swallowing the pills with juice, and shook her head, wrinkling her nose. "No, Nikki, it doesn't. I'm okay." The princess drew an X across her left breast, saying, "Cross my heart." She only twinged, now. But the little aches were erotic reminders of what they'd done together, right over there in that unmade bed.

First, however; breakfast. Natalia went for the scones and butter, juice and hot tea, and then Donya's delicious honey pancakes, slathering her share in syrup and adding strawberry jam, as well. She was halfway through her plate when a knock came at her bedroom door, and the Tsar stuck his head in with a fond smile.

"Good morning, my treasure," he called from the doorway, easing into his daughter's room and meeting her halfway when she abandoned her seat to cuddle into his warm hug. "Papa," she sighed happily against his chest, and it didn't take much coaxing to have the ruler of all Russia join them for breakfast, the Grand Duchess happier than she'd been in a long time to have the two most wonderful men in her life with her, together.

Nikolai tries to act naturally. While he loves the Tsar, he's a little worried that he'll guess what's happened between him and Natalia and while he's a Tsar and worried about a multitude of things, he's still a father and there's no way he won't react poorly.

Instead, Nikolai busies himself with pancakes and tries to keep his mouth full so any questions he gets asked have to be thought about for a long moment before he answers. No surprises. When the Tsar turns to him and asks how he is, he nearly chokes.

"I'm very well this morning, your Excellency. And yourself?"

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