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"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?"

If Alexander noticed Nikolai's caginess, he didn't show it. "I'm very well, Nikolai, thank you." He smiled and reached over to touch his daughter's cheek. "So much better, now that my kitten is back with us again." Natalia smiled and leaned into the Tsar's hand, threading her fingers with his for a fond squeeze. "How are you feeling?" he asked her, and she gave a wan little smile, saying, "Much better. Dr. Kordova sent over some medications, and I had a nice hot bath this morning, so I feel fine. Might even go riding this afternoon, at least for a little while."

She'd not been to the stables since before leaving for Malta, and since it was now summer, any outdoor activities not involving snow were do be done quickly. Winter came early in their kingdom. "...as long as Nikki doesn't mind, of course." Her childhood hideaway was accessible by horseback, and secreted well back in the woods, away from any nosy paparazzi and prying eyes.

"I don't mind going riding, Natalia," Nikolai promises her. He doesn't, that's the truth, and the promise of time alone is tempting enough even if he hated to ride. He thinks it's a natural enough reason to go out together and no one would suspect a thing. They often go out alone. He finds himself questioning everything they do now, going over it with a fine toothed comb to ensure that it won't be questioned if they are together.

"Surely the horses will have missed us - or yours will have missed you. I don't think mine misses me vaulting up on her back with this heavy body. She's lucky she's a draft horse and not a thoroughbred. I don't think anything less could carry me."

It's the most he's spoken in a while and he wonders if it isn't nervousness. Is he nervous? Possibly.

Thankfully the conversation remained on pleasant, light topics, with the Tsar more focused on his daughter than his daughter's bodyguard; for all that he'd never treated Nikolai as a piece of the decorative furniture, Alexander was far more concerned about his only child's happiness and well-being.

After breakfast was finished and the dishes cleared away, Natalia pyrooted through her closet for something a little more suitable to wear for outdoors, and emerged with a handful of clothing, dumping it on her rumpled bed as she eyed her guardian a little curiously.

"Were you nervous, Nikki? During breakfast?" A teasing grin played over her lips.

"Impossibly," he says, tearing at his tie so he can go to his room and find something more suitable for riding than a full suit. He's still nervous, full of energy, and he taps his left fingers against a dresser before moving toward the door open between their rooms.

"I don't know why but I am questioning everything we do alone together and worried someone might notice. They won't, though, because we've been like this for so long. Everyone is used to me sleeping in your room - even your father. No one could possibly see through it."

And, yet - he worries she'll be taken from him.

"Because you're an impossible paranoid," she replied easily, shimmying into a fitted blouse and buttoning its sleeves. "Which is a good thing, in this case." Then she plunked down on the bed to pull on her jeans, wiggling into the tight denim before standing up to button and zip them. Before pulling on her boots, she drifted across the bedroom to sidle up against her lover's nicely thick body, tugging his head down to hers for a sweet, soft kiss.

"We can keep this secret, moya zvezda," she told him, lips brushing against his. The little princess slid small arms around Nikolai's waist, hugging him close while she teased her mouth against his jaw, his chin, and finally rose high on her toes to kiss him again, giggling into their sweet, tender affection. "And we can be terrible when we're alone together, da? ...because I want you again," she insisted, small hands sliding down to grip his deliciously toned ass, squeezing hard.

"I figured you were still worn out from last night," Nikolai teases back, laughing as she grabs his ass and grabs hers in return. He slides his hands under her knees to hike her up so he can hold her with legs around his waist and kisses her again, a little more desperate than the sweet kiss she'd given him.

"But if you want to do that again, I think I could manage to perform. After all, I am a super soldier. I have the stamina for it."

Testing with her has proven it's the case, anyway.

Natalia squeaked delight when Nikolai hefted her, and she willingly wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, laughing into their kisses that quickly turned serious and needy. "I'm young," she reminded him breathlessly, "I recover quickly." Small hands threaded into Nikolai's dark hair, silky against her fingers. "And yes, I want. I want, I want, I want."

Her thighs squeezed his waist, the soreness from the night before by now a pleasant ache, and she wiggled against him and in his hands, needing both them and his mouth on her naked skin. As soon as possible. "I'd say fuck the horseback ride and let's just go back to bed, but once we're out at the playhouse, we can be as loud as we want." She breathed it against his cheek, squirming in teenaged exuberance.

"Let's go, da?"

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