Nikolai is happy too. This is the most he's smiled in, well, ever and he thinks it's fairly obvious that he's happy when he's with Natalia. She's always made him happy and these horse rides have made him smile even when she was so small that she was sitting in the saddle with him half the time.
He pushes Cuddles a little into a canter before circling around. There's a little cabin/playhouse in this part of the woods and while it isn't fully furnished or anything it's certainly good enough for what he has in mind.
"You know, I'd fuck you in the field right here in the open if I thought we wouldn't be caught out."
Natalia giggled wildly, urging Gregori up a pace. "When I'm Tsarina!" she called into the whistling wind between them, the horses matching strides as they galloped across the flower-dappled field. It was perhaps a mile and a half to their destination, and the trails were thin, far too thin for a vehicle to access. On foot or on horseback was the only viable way to approach, and the animals knew where they were headed, for sweet grass and cold spring water awaited them there.
Exhilarated by the ride, the princess dropped lightly to the ground once they reached the little izba, a small cabin her father had built for her back when she'd been small. It had been her fairytale house, her own personal castle, and then her modern, glamorous flat in the city, but in all of her imaginings, Nikolai had always been right there with her, taking tea with elves, playing knight to the princess, and chauffeuring the rich fashion model all over the city.
Now, it was to be their secret place, their bower where they could gorge on each other for as long as they could, and Natalia bustled about putting the animals in the small paddock and pulling off saddles and bridles so they could graze, then she skipped inside after Nikolai finished his meticulous security sweep and closed the door behind them.
"A little dusty," she observed, brushing her nose. "But everything's still here, so that's good, isn't it?" The Grand Duchess gave a little squeal, pulled off her boots, and began to examine everything, just as it was when she left it the last time.
"We haven't been inside for a while," Nikolai agrees. He ruffles his right hand through her hair since she's at the perfect height for him to do that; he does love that his printsessa is so much shorter than him. It makes it so he can treat her like the tiny doll he thinks her to be. She's a woman, now, and it's much different than when they used to come out here.
"Do you think I can even fit inside anymore? I think I've grown," he teases, sliding his arms around her and pushing her back to his front. He untucks her shirt and starts tugging at the buttons, careful not to pop any of them.
Natalia giggled and ducked out from under his teasing hand, but squeaked in glee when Nikolai caught her and tugged her back against his chest, her tone quickly evolving to a wanton moan to feel his body so thick and hard against her slighter frame. His arms came around her and she shivered, loving how it felt to be cradled so close.
"Nikki..." she purred encouragement, helping him untuck her blouse and arching her back when the buttons began to come loose, also needing his mismatched hands on her skin. Natalia reached behind her and rubbed the flat of her hand up and down his zipper, all too eager to feel his cock harden and thicken.
"Da, malyshka, da..." Her breasts ached, yearning for his touch, and she quickly shimmied out of the blouse once all the buttons were undone. Tilting her head, Natalia offered him her throat and pale shoulder, already a little breathless at the thought of finally being together again.
"I would rip this if it didn't mean getting caught," Nikolai rumbles against her temple, fingers pulling at her bra to get it out of his way. He probably shouldn't be so...animalistic with someone who is just getting used to sex but he cannot help it, not with his Natalia. Besides, they ought to start as they mean to go on.
"Someday, I'll rip all your fine clothes from you," he says, kissing her neck while he starts working on her jeans.
A primal shudder coursed through her just thinking about it; imagining her Nikki tearing at her official garments of state, leaving them in shreds just to reach her skin. Natalia reached up and dove her hand into his thick hair, holding his head against her as she whimpered and moaned, already writhing against him as he attacked her jeans.
The second the button came undone, she took hold of his wrist and shoved his hand beneath the coarse denim and beneath the thin silk, biting her lips on a harsh cry as calloused fingertips met slick wet folds. The princess rolled her hips against Nikolai's hand, all but begging in her youthful lust, needing him to throw her down and ravage her how he wanted.
Of course, there's been too much patience between them and he probably ought to quit with that, considering they've gone through the last goalpost and have already slept together. Still, he likes to take his time and having it happen quickly isn't something he's ready for yet. He still wants to savor her.
"I want to make you fall apart," he whispers hotly, fingertips spreading her wide so he can touch and feel. "And make you beg. Do you want that?"
Her lip curled; patience was a forgotten memory. She whined to his teasing, squirming against his fingers even as she worked her tight jeans down over her hips. "I'll beg," she promised, voice heated and husky, turning her head to find his mouth with hers, teasing his lips with the tip of her tongue. "Please, Nikki, oh-pleeease..."
Knees already trembling, Natalia leaned back against her beloved's chest, letting him support her while she wiggled and writhed. His hand between her legs was making her loins flare, a bonfire sparking to life deep inside that only he could quench. "Daaaa..." she moaned, head falling back and lips gasping soft little breaths.
The little princess couldn't wait for her Nikolai to push her down on her hands and knees and fuck her like the animal she knew lurked just beneath his skin; she ground her rear into his crotch, begging for exactly that.
"Begging is nice," Nikolai concedes. It does look good on his printsessa, seeing her flushed and needy. When she grinds her ass against him he does his best to get their clothes off the rest of the way without tearing anything and keeps her hauled against him, breath hot against her ear.
"You're going to have to tell me how you want it, little printsessa," he murmurs. "I'm yours, anyway you want it, and I need to know exactly how you want it. I need you. I need you so much."
It just seems to be more after he's had her; pushing through to the last act had done nothing to slake his thirst.
The first feel of skin-on-skin was electrifying. Natalia whimpered and moaned, unable to keep still when he was so thick and large behind her, but the words he rasped beneath her ear nearly drove her right out of her mind. She mewled, caught in the grip of teenaged lust, but managed enough coherence to stumble over to the small sideboard, dragging him behind her, and planted both hands firmly atop it, arching her back and thrusting her hips back.
Natalia gave her head a little toss, imperious with scarlet curls tumbling down her back back, and she deliberately parted her legs just enough, and fixed her lover with a sloe-eyed glance over one pale bare shoulder. "...like this, Nikki," she hissed, wiggling her rump invitingly. "...I want it just like this. Pleeeeease...?"
"You're a bold one," he says, laughing a little before slipping behind her, hands full of the lush curves of her ass. He doesn't go in, not yet, but he teases her by sliding against her and letting the slick between her legs coat his cock. He'll tease her first before he gives her exactly what she wants; she's his and he's hers, yes, but he can still reserve a little.
"You're going to have to beg harder, though, or I'm only giving you this," he says, pumping his hips again. "Because once I give you what you want, I'm taking it until you squeal for me, little printsessa."
He slides his hands up to cup her breasts while he speaks, teasing over the nipples with mis-matched thumbs.
She gave a soft squeal when she felt Nikolai grip her ass, then a sultry moan when his cock slid between her legs, tantalizing and teasing. Her loins ached, needing to have him sheathed inside her and thrusting hard, but Nikki seemed determined to torture her first. Beg, he'd said. Beg.
"...Nikkiiiii," she whined, sliding over a little more, presenting all of her lush body for his eyes. "Baby, pleeease...I want it." She wiggled over his cock, trying to slip even an inch of him inside, where she throbbed. Red curls bounced when she tossed her head, back arching to fill his hands even more with her breasts, wanting the stimulation of both of his hands.
Natalia half turned to gaze back at him, tongue running around her lips as she panted softly. "...give it to me," she whimpered, dark green eyes dilated and liquid. "Love you, moya zvezda...want you so much...oh-mmm-pleeease fill me up like you did last night...fuck me, Nikki, fuck me again..."
"I can't say no to a pretty girl like you," Nikolai says, groaning as he slides into her and pushes in to the hilt. She's still tight and wet around him, just as tight as the first time, and he huffs a quick breath before pulling out and pushing back in hard. It's harder than he should be, he thinks, but he can't control himself.
"Tell me if you want more," he says, controlled thrusts starting to get faster and the slap of skin between them more desperate. He doesn't get winded from exercise but he does from this, his breath stolen from how goddamn good it feels to be inside her.
She shuddered and gave another long, low whimper when Nikolai hilted inside her, hissing a breath to be filled so full once more. Then he was sliding out and shoving back in, hard enough to jolt her up on her toes, and Natalia moaned, wanting more. The raucous sounds of flesh-in-flesh smoked in her ears, and she jerked with every rough thrust, whining and biting at her lips to keep from outright screaming.
"...Nikki-!" She couldn't help crying out his name, small hands curling into fists as Nikolai gave her exactly what she wanted, pounding her tender little body like the beast that he was. "I love you," she panted, propping up on one small hand, the other reaching behind her to hang onto his titanium arm.
"Love-you-love-you-love-you..." Running out of breath, the Grand Duchess gasped and whined, hiking a bare knee up on the counter to splay herself even more for her lover's ruthless rutting.
It feels so good to hear after decades in the ice and not being cared about or loved by anyone. This woman has him wrapped around her finger and he'd do anything for her, go to the ends of the earth for her. He'd nearly burned the world when she was taken and he's never letting it happen again. He's never wasting a moment with her again.
She splays herself wider for him and he moves faster, body heavy as he fucks into her. Normally, he wouldn't be so rough but he's just goddamned desperate for her and he's not thinking about leaving bruises or anything that might look suspicious from the outside. Right now, his only thoughts are Natalia and how he can make her come on his cock again and again.
Nikolai was working in her too well, too hard, for her to last much longer. And when her orgasm did hit her, it left her breathless, shaking beneath him and hanging on for dear life as it slammed all through her, setting her knees to trembling and her chest to heaving as she fought for breath and her tender little body locked down tight around the rock-hard shaft assaulting it.
She would have screeched his name, but she couldn't; she barely had enough air left to keep conscious, but God, wasn't it the most wonderful feeling? Unfortunately, it passed all too quickly, but she refused to let her legs give out until her beloved had reached his own release. And she was still cinched up tight, glittering from her own climax, and she begged him to come, to join her, to fill her up as he had the night before, just so he could fuck her again, and again, and again.
Her orgasm is enough to trigger his own and he follows her, chasing her pleasure with his own. He moans through gritted teeth as he comes in her, hands hard enough on her hips that he knows she's going to have bruises on both sides. He's too far gone - he's too out of control to remember to be gentle with her and sometimes sex isn't gentle.
When he's finished, he stays in her for a long moment before pulling out and when he's slipped from her, he turns her around so he can pull her into a hug. He needs to hold her and love her now, be tender in contrast to the rough way he'd just handled her.
"I love you, Natalia. I've loved you for a long time. I'll never be away from you again, I swear."
She was still glittering from her climax to even notice the hard grip of those hands, and when he turned her around, Natalia was jelly-legged but fell willingly into Nikolai's rough embrace. Her arms went around him, and she snuggled deep into his hold, breathing in the scent of his skin and petting his hair with one small hand.
"Never," she promised, clutching tight. Her entire body throbbed again, but the aches were delicious. "I'm never letting you go. Never," she swore. "I love you, Nikolai. I love you." The Grand Duchess lifted her head, green eyes glassy, and tugged him down for a long series of deep kisses, squirming her naked body against his as if she'd crawl inside him and stay there.
"...you're mine," she breathed fiercely. "And no one will ever take you away from me." She kissed him again, lifting a slim bare leg to hike around his hip, instinctively rubbing against him like an eager affectionate feline. Then she giggled. "Mmmm, I love how we just did it. Oh, that was so...intense."
"It's not going to be like that every time," Nikolai says, laughing lightly. He kisses his princess a few times before he speaks again, unable to keep from sharing some sweet affection with her before he continues his line of thought. God, but he loves her.
"Most of the time, I need to be sweet," he murmurs. "I need to show you how much I love you and how much I'm going to take care of you. But sometimes...well, sometimes it's going to be like this. Sometimes I'm too desperate."
He brushes a lock of hair behind her ear. "You're my heart."
"Why not?" Natalia pouted slightly. She returned his sweet kisses, nuzzling and licking at him as much as she could. "I like it when you're desperate for me," she breathed in the heat between them, wiggling sinuously in his arms. "You get all dark and possessive...like you did in that cafe back in Malta." Natalia deliberately didn't think about the sedan, but before that, those recollections were okay.
"You're my love," she reiterated, holding him close. "And I'll never get enough of you. But," she added, in a more practical tone, "my knees are starting to give out, and I want to just fall in bed with you and cuddle for the rest of the day. While we kiss and touch and have each other over and over, moya zvezda."
"Well, we can make that little bed work. You'll just have to lay on top of me," Nikolai says, as if that's something that will be so terrible for the both of them. Truthfully, he can think of nothing better but having his Natalia lying atop him while he strokes her skin and talks the afternoon away.
"Come on, printsessa. Let me love you and make up for all the lost time. I feel like we haven't just talked in ages and I've missed your company. I can't tell you how desperate I was when I lost you. I thought I would never see you again."
He shifts his arms so he can lift her up. "Hold on so I can move you."
The little bed in the cottage wasn't very big, but somehow the Grand Duchess and her vigilant protector made it work, mainly with Nikolai on his back with Natalia draped warm and possessive atop him. She'd brought bottled water and snacks, because they were definitely going to get hungry, what with all the calories she planned on burning during the course of the afternoon.
Once situated, she snuggled into his arms, her head tucked beneath his chin, and she let her hands wander, inhaling the scent of his skin and delighting in the feel of his heartbeat against her breast. "...I love you," she whispered again, licking at the pulse in his throat and coiling a lean bare leg around his hip. "Now that I've truly had you, Nikki, I'll never be able to get enough."
"You're so needy," Nikolai teases, running his fingers through her curls for a moment. He recovers quickly, being what he is, and he thinks that's going to be a good thing considering how she seems to want to ride him again already. Nikolai doesn't know how she manages.
"You aren't sore from riding my cock?" he says, laughing softly. "I don't mind if you want to keep riding it, trust me. Trust me. Everything you are is attractive to me. Do you want me again right now?"
She lifted her head, an eyebrow arching. "Can you blame me? Look at you," Natalia insisted, snorting softly. You're like...you're...you're like walking porn, Nikki." And wasn't it the absolute truth. Natalia twirled her fingers across his bare chest, head tilting thoughtfully. "Did you know that Steffy and Anna have the biggest crushes on you, too. We used to spend hours giggling about it, whenever you were sitting off enough that you didn't hear. Or pretended you didn't."
The princess smirked, then inched up to hover her lips just over his, teasing. "We used to whisper about what it'd be like to kiss you, to have your tongue in our mouth..." A little moan escaped, and she followed her daydream and kissed him again, nudging his mouth open to tease his tongue with hers. Parting for air, Natalia giggled, rubbing Nikolai's nose with hers.
"I'm a little tender, da, but it actually feels...good. Kinda stretched, like muscles get when you've worked out a lot. But you said you wanted to talk, so let's talk for a little bit. But touch me while you talk, moya zvezda... my skin misses your hands.."
"Of course I'll touch you," Nikolai murmurs. There's a little cot in this room and he settles on it so he can tug Natalia into his arms, stroking her skin while he talked to her softly about the two of them and about their relationship. It has to be secret, yes, but in this place they can talk about their love.
"I am not for any giggly teenage girls. I am only for my printsessa," he murmurs. "And I will belong to her until she dismisses her. I will belong to her until the sun fails to rise."
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He pushes Cuddles a little into a canter before circling around. There's a little cabin/playhouse in this part of the woods and while it isn't fully furnished or anything it's certainly good enough for what he has in mind.
"You know, I'd fuck you in the field right here in the open if I thought we wouldn't be caught out."
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Exhilarated by the ride, the princess dropped lightly to the ground once they reached the little izba, a small cabin her father had built for her back when she'd been small. It had been her fairytale house, her own personal castle, and then her modern, glamorous flat in the city, but in all of her imaginings, Nikolai had always been right there with her, taking tea with elves, playing knight to the princess, and chauffeuring the rich fashion model all over the city.
Now, it was to be their secret place, their bower where they could gorge on each other for as long as they could, and Natalia bustled about putting the animals in the small paddock and pulling off saddles and bridles so they could graze, then she skipped inside after Nikolai finished his meticulous security sweep and closed the door behind them.
"A little dusty," she observed, brushing her nose. "But everything's still here, so that's good, isn't it?" The Grand Duchess gave a little squeal, pulled off her boots, and began to examine everything, just as it was when she left it the last time.
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"Do you think I can even fit inside anymore? I think I've grown," he teases, sliding his arms around her and pushing her back to his front. He untucks her shirt and starts tugging at the buttons, careful not to pop any of them.
"I need my hands on you," he says softly. "Now."
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"Nikki..." she purred encouragement, helping him untuck her blouse and arching her back when the buttons began to come loose, also needing his mismatched hands on her skin. Natalia reached behind her and rubbed the flat of her hand up and down his zipper, all too eager to feel his cock harden and thicken.
"Da, malyshka, da..." Her breasts ached, yearning for his touch, and she quickly shimmied out of the blouse once all the buttons were undone. Tilting her head, Natalia offered him her throat and pale shoulder, already a little breathless at the thought of finally being together again.
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"Someday, I'll rip all your fine clothes from you," he says, kissing her neck while he starts working on her jeans.
"And there won't be a thing you can do about it."
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The second the button came undone, she took hold of his wrist and shoved his hand beneath the coarse denim and beneath the thin silk, biting her lips on a harsh cry as calloused fingertips met slick wet folds. The princess rolled her hips against Nikolai's hand, all but begging in her youthful lust, needing him to throw her down and ravage her how he wanted.
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Of course, there's been too much patience between them and he probably ought to quit with that, considering they've gone through the last goalpost and have already slept together. Still, he likes to take his time and having it happen quickly isn't something he's ready for yet. He still wants to savor her.
"I want to make you fall apart," he whispers hotly, fingertips spreading her wide so he can touch and feel. "And make you beg. Do you want that?"
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Knees already trembling, Natalia leaned back against her beloved's chest, letting him support her while she wiggled and writhed. His hand between her legs was making her loins flare, a bonfire sparking to life deep inside that only he could quench. "Daaaa..." she moaned, head falling back and lips gasping soft little breaths.
The little princess couldn't wait for her Nikolai to push her down on her hands and knees and fuck her like the animal she knew lurked just beneath his skin; she ground her rear into his crotch, begging for exactly that.
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"You're going to have to tell me how you want it, little printsessa," he murmurs. "I'm yours, anyway you want it, and I need to know exactly how you want it. I need you. I need you so much."
It just seems to be more after he's had her; pushing through to the last act had done nothing to slake his thirst.
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Natalia gave her head a little toss, imperious with scarlet curls tumbling down her back back, and she deliberately parted her legs just enough, and fixed her lover with a sloe-eyed glance over one pale bare shoulder. "...like this, Nikki," she hissed, wiggling her rump invitingly. "...I want it just like this. Pleeeeease...?"
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"You're going to have to beg harder, though, or I'm only giving you this," he says, pumping his hips again. "Because once I give you what you want, I'm taking it until you squeal for me, little printsessa."
He slides his hands up to cup her breasts while he speaks, teasing over the nipples with mis-matched thumbs.
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"...Nikkiiiii," she whined, sliding over a little more, presenting all of her lush body for his eyes. "Baby, pleeease...I want it." She wiggled over his cock, trying to slip even an inch of him inside, where she throbbed. Red curls bounced when she tossed her head, back arching to fill his hands even more with her breasts, wanting the stimulation of both of his hands.
Natalia half turned to gaze back at him, tongue running around her lips as she panted softly. "...give it to me," she whimpered, dark green eyes dilated and liquid. "Love you, moya zvezda...want you so much...oh-mmm-pleeease fill me up like you did last night...fuck me, Nikki, fuck me again..."
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"Tell me if you want more," he says, controlled thrusts starting to get faster and the slap of skin between them more desperate. He doesn't get winded from exercise but he does from this, his breath stolen from how goddamn good it feels to be inside her.
"Tell me you love me."
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"...Nikki-!" She couldn't help crying out his name, small hands curling into fists as Nikolai gave her exactly what she wanted, pounding her tender little body like the beast that he was. "I love you," she panted, propping up on one small hand, the other reaching behind her to hang onto his titanium arm.
"Love-you-love-you-love-you..." Running out of breath, the Grand Duchess gasped and whined, hiking a bare knee up on the counter to splay herself even more for her lover's ruthless rutting.
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She splays herself wider for him and he moves faster, body heavy as he fucks into her. Normally, he wouldn't be so rough but he's just goddamned desperate for her and he's not thinking about leaving bruises or anything that might look suspicious from the outside. Right now, his only thoughts are Natalia and how he can make her come on his cock again and again.
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She would have screeched his name, but she couldn't; she barely had enough air left to keep conscious, but God, wasn't it the most wonderful feeling? Unfortunately, it passed all too quickly, but she refused to let her legs give out until her beloved had reached his own release. And she was still cinched up tight, glittering from her own climax, and she begged him to come, to join her, to fill her up as he had the night before, just so he could fuck her again, and again, and again.
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When he's finished, he stays in her for a long moment before pulling out and when he's slipped from her, he turns her around so he can pull her into a hug. He needs to hold her and love her now, be tender in contrast to the rough way he'd just handled her.
"I love you, Natalia. I've loved you for a long time. I'll never be away from you again, I swear."
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"Never," she promised, clutching tight. Her entire body throbbed again, but the aches were delicious. "I'm never letting you go. Never," she swore. "I love you, Nikolai. I love you." The Grand Duchess lifted her head, green eyes glassy, and tugged him down for a long series of deep kisses, squirming her naked body against his as if she'd crawl inside him and stay there.
"...you're mine," she breathed fiercely. "And no one will ever take you away from me." She kissed him again, lifting a slim bare leg to hike around his hip, instinctively rubbing against him like an eager affectionate feline. Then she giggled. "Mmmm, I love how we just did it. Oh, that was so...intense."
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"Most of the time, I need to be sweet," he murmurs. "I need to show you how much I love you and how much I'm going to take care of you. But sometimes...well, sometimes it's going to be like this. Sometimes I'm too desperate."
He brushes a lock of hair behind her ear. "You're my heart."
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"You're my love," she reiterated, holding him close. "And I'll never get enough of you. But," she added, in a more practical tone, "my knees are starting to give out, and I want to just fall in bed with you and cuddle for the rest of the day. While we kiss and touch and have each other over and over, moya zvezda."
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"Come on, printsessa. Let me love you and make up for all the lost time. I feel like we haven't just talked in ages and I've missed your company. I can't tell you how desperate I was when I lost you. I thought I would never see you again."
He shifts his arms so he can lift her up. "Hold on so I can move you."
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Once situated, she snuggled into his arms, her head tucked beneath his chin, and she let her hands wander, inhaling the scent of his skin and delighting in the feel of his heartbeat against her breast. "...I love you," she whispered again, licking at the pulse in his throat and coiling a lean bare leg around his hip. "Now that I've truly had you, Nikki, I'll never be able to get enough."
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"You aren't sore from riding my cock?" he says, laughing softly. "I don't mind if you want to keep riding it, trust me. Trust me. Everything you are is attractive to me. Do you want me again right now?"
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The princess smirked, then inched up to hover her lips just over his, teasing. "We used to whisper about what it'd be like to kiss you, to have your tongue in our mouth..." A little moan escaped, and she followed her daydream and kissed him again, nudging his mouth open to tease his tongue with hers. Parting for air, Natalia giggled, rubbing Nikolai's nose with hers.
"I'm a little tender, da, but it actually feels...good. Kinda stretched, like muscles get when you've worked out a lot. But you said you wanted to talk, so let's talk for a little bit. But touch me while you talk, moya zvezda... my skin misses your hands.."
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"I am not for any giggly teenage girls. I am only for my printsessa," he murmurs. "And I will belong to her until she dismisses her. I will belong to her until the sun fails to rise."
He means it too.
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