The day of the Grand Duchess's birthday gala had dawned thankfully clear, since both the ballroom and the palace gardens would be needed to accommodate all of the guests. The week leading to the event had been hectic, with increased security everywhere, caterers coming and going, the palace staff in their own hurried, but experienced, flurry of activity, putting up decorations, directing the underlings hired for the duration, and making sure that the rest of the household ran on its own timely schedule.
Thus far, the night had gone smoothly. The Imperial Princess had been dressed, primped, primed, and made completely up for the occasion, her blue and gold birthday gown fitting her like a second skin, leaving no question whatsoever that she was a woman grown, and the silver and gold crown nestled amid her deep red curls as if it belonged nowhere else. Her father had been ecstatic, naming her his one and only heir, now that she'd come of age in their kingdom, and the champagne and vodka had cascaded like a waterfall.
Dignitaries mingled, ministers congregated, and the Tsar and his wan Tsarina sat above the throng, visiting with their subjects here and there, and joining in the revelries when tradition allowed. The Princess had done her duty also; she'd mingled with her "friends", danced with those foppish boys her father steered in her direction, and opened the presents stacked high in a corner of the ballroom, each and every one having been meticulously checked and re-checked by both Imperial Security and her own beloved Nikolai.
At the current moment, however, Grand Duchess Natalia, the birthday girl and woman of the hour, was down on her knees with her lover's cock deep in her mouth, keeping him pressed back against the locked door of the changing room near the pool. She'd whispered to him a quarter hour ago to inform Officer Petrov that he was taking her from the gala to give her his own birthday gift, and he'd be disconnected from comms for the duration. Then she'd led him out of the ballroom and across the palace grounds to the most private place she'd found, and locked them both in.
And had wasted not a moment in shoving him against that door and yanking those fitted trousers open and down, all the better to slurp him right into her eager mouth. Since their first "interlude" at the izba, they'd made a habit of stealing out there at least every other day, and each and every night she had to bite her knuckles to keep from screaming and giving away their sensual, sexual secret. But she'd learned her lessons well over the fortnight since she'd returned to the Winter Palace, and it never failed to serve her well.
She loved him, he was hers, and she wanted to prove it in any way that she could. She knew he disliked having to share her with the rest of the country, thus she'd scandalously wanted to make it up to him before the gala's end, hence her girlish enthusiasm as she worked him deep, moaning around his hard shaft pistoning in and out of her mouth. Natalia knew that he loved this; she felt him trembling already, so very weak to the feel of her hot mouth and slick tongue slurping over and around his aching cock.
Nikolai hadn't expected this to happen in the middle of the gala itself. Afterward, certainly, but the danger of it happening in the midst of so many people and with the Tsar himself in presence added a thrill to it that he didn't realize he actually liked. He was paranoid, yes, but even that made this so much sweeter.
He has his right hand firm on her shoulder, squeezing it when it feels too good to handle, and he lets out a soft moan when he thrusts and hits the back of her throat.
Natalia mewled, hearing that, and tightened her lips further, sucking long and slow as she lifted her head, determined to tear him right apart. She'd learned how to guide him and out of her mouth, how to relax her jaw so she could take him even deeper, and how to control her breathing so she didn't choke when he filled her mouth and most of her throat.
It was filthy, debauched, but she loved it. Loved the thrill of the forbidden, and the fact that with no one else could she be this way. Nikolai loved her, and he was her willing slave. And also her greatest teacher. Again and again her red head lowered and lifted, firm little hands pressing into his bare hips to urge his thrusts between her lips.
Finally, she held her breath after a large inhale and sucked hard, one hand sneaking between his legs to squeeze and fondle the heavy sack, feeling it thick and tight just for her.
It's too much when she sucks one time, hard, and touches him at the same time. He wants to warn her that he's coming but it comes too quickly and he does, coming white hot against the back of her throat. God, but there's no one who could get him this way but Natalia.
Nikolai lets out a sharp breath he didn't know he was holding and he wants to thrust his hand into her hair but he doesn't want to muss it. Not tonight. Not when they could get caught.
"You are absolutely in trouble for this," he says, voice weak. She's not, but he has to put up the act.
The little princess drank him down, licking her lips when she finally lifted her head, and smirked like a fiend. "You going to spank me?" she asked, tone sizzling with naughty desire. She even winked. "You know I'd beg you to, Nikolai." She returned to her feet gingerly; four inch heels were precarious even for an expert.
A touch with a tissue and a rinse of her mouth put everything back aright again, although she did turn and prop her rear up on the marble counter, leaning back a little salaciously on her hands. "How much trouble?" she purred. The sleek dress did nothing to conceal the fact that the Grand Duchess wasn't visibly wearing a bra, and full breasts were ripe for the having, and the gown did damn little to hide creamy thighs and shapely calves, evidenced even more when she crossed her legs, so prim despite her definitely devilish air.
Crown still nestled atop her scarlet tresses, Natalia casually flicked a stray curl over her shoulder, giving her delectable lover a smoldering look beneath dark lashes. "I want you, Nikolai," she told him, breathing his name in her lust-laced voice. "Right here, and right now."
"I just came, printsessa," Nikolai murmurs. "You can't have all of me right this second. Even I need a moment to recover. But I have other things I can do to you."
He trips the fingers of his left hand along her thigh and watches her face, trying to see how she feels about the cool titanium against her skin instead of the warm flesh of his right hand. It's a little different, yes, but it's still part of him and he doesn't want to be afraid of it any longer.
"What does the printsessa want for her birthday? She ought to ask explicitly."
One elegant eyebrow arched over those heated green eyes. "You know good and well what the printessa wants, Nikolai." The glide of smooth metal against her warm skin was tantalizing, and she brazenly uncrossed her knees and parted them invitingly, giving her head a little saucy toss.
"But if you want me to say it," she sassed back, chin lifted imperiously, "then I want you to fuck me, Nikki, right here on this counter. Shove this dress up to my waist and try to make me scream, but keep me from doing it." Natalia licked her lips, a slow, sultry challenge.
"With that metal hand, or your mouth, or your cock, I don't care which."
Nikolai kneels and spreads her knees wider, sliding his metal fingers higher up on her thigh before licking a filthy line between damp folds. He loves doing this for her and he loves the taste of her. There's nothing that tastes as good as his printsessa.
"I'm going to make you have to muffle your screams," he murmurs. "And I'm going to make you wish you had my cock before I'm done. But you'll get that later. Right now, you get this. You can beg for anything you need, though, and I'll see if I can satisfy you. See if I'm enough."
Her breath hitched in sheer delight when her Nikolai dropped to his knees in front of her and shoved her thighs apart. She'd deliberately dispensed with panties tonight for this exact reason, although she'd pretended that underwear lines ruined the fit of the gown. But she'd had the vision of Nikolai's dark head delving between her spread legs while dressing earlier, and it'd very nearly taken her breath away.
As it did right now.
The little princess bit her knuckle, leaning back further on her opposite hand, wiggling so that the fitted dress worked higher along her thighs, the better to spread them wide, lithe, lush hips rolling as much as they could as she begged with her body. Swallowing him earlier had made her so very wet, needy, and she wanted him inside her and thrusting more than she could articulate. This would do for now, however. That sensuous tongue was its own devastating weapon to her frazzled senses.
Now that he'd let himself go, Nikolai focuses on his printsessa to an alarming degree, always drawn to her side. Right now, he spreads her with his fingers so he can lave his tongue against her, tasting her full on his lips the way he's been craving all night. He's going to tease, he thinks, and make her mad.
He bends his fingers and works her clit between his knuckles, sliding easily with how wet she is, and pauses only to work the tip of his tongue against her. Intense, then draw away, over and over.
She bit her knuckle again on a muted squeal, bucking her hips upwards. But she had to take her finger out of her mouth before she drew blood, and having to answer questions about teeth marks on her hand wasn't in her agenda for the night. Neither was trying to smooth out creases in the sequined gown, but Natalia couldn't help but grope a full breast, teasing and tugging at the aching flesh in time with Nikolai's talented tongue.
Her head fell back, long curls trailing over the marble countertop. "...Nikki..." His name ended on a high, whining moan, the little princess dropping to her elbow in effort to splay herself even more for him. "--oh, oh, malyshka, that's so good...mmmm, I love you so much...Nikolai..." Slim thighs, creamy and smooth, trembled on either side of his head; he never ceased to drive her absolutely wild.
Nikolai is torn between finishing her like this and giving her his cock and he plays with her clit a little more, just teasing, before standing and sliding his cock into her in one fluid motion.
He leans in and whispers against her ear, "Happy birthday, printsessa" before drawing away and pushing back in deep. God, but he loves her, and this is not going to end well. She'll have to leave him someday and he knows that.
The Grand Duchess bit off a protest when Nikolai drew back to stand back to his feet, but gave an obscene moan of approval when he moved between her sprawled thighs and gave her exactly what she wanted, whispering birthday wishes at her ear even as he filled her to the brim. She whimpered and drug him down for a long, hard kiss, knocking her crown askew even as her legs closed behind his thighs, enticing him to fuck her.
They made a lewd scene, she knew that; on her back on the counter with her bodyguard buried between her thighs, her gown rucked up around her small waist, with her high heels digging into Nikolai's ass as he planted a hand on either side of her. But Natalia didn't care. She wanted him, and she wanted him now. It'd been too long; nine hours was just too much to spend clothed and away from each other's skins.
Nikolai knows that if they're caught, they're done for. No one will allow him to stay by her side if they catch him debauching the Grand Duchess, least of all her father, but somehow the danger of being caught only stokes his desire higher and higher.
He pulls Natalia's legs higher so he can change the angle and push into her deeper, body heavy as he moves against her. She's so small, his printsessa, and while it means he wants to protect her it means scenes like this are even hotter because it seems like she's being split in two.
"Tell me how much you want me," he breathes out. "Do it."
She wanted to howl like a dervish when Nikolai pushed her legs higher; being splayed thus sent him so very deep into her small body, and she trembled all over with the effort to swallow her shrieks. Spending afternoons at the izba, devouring each other as they pleased with no close ears to hear, had spoiled her somewhat. But she hiked her legs as he demanded, the dress's train slithering over the edge of the counter as she propped her left heel on Nikolai's right shoulder, and hooked her right leg in the bend of his left arm.
Already panting, so very close to falling completely apart, Natalia hung on to the counter's edge as her Nikki fucked her, hard as she'd intimated, and she had to take swift, panting breaths to obey his torrid command. Because she did want him. She wanted him more than her next breath, and he seemed determined to fuck it right out of her.
"--Nikki-i-i--!"
Thankfully, this wing of the palace had been roped off for the gala, and not even the servants had permission, or even time, to enter this part of the Winter Palace, because their was little chance their Grand Duchess was going to be able to keep quiet for long.
"...want you so much, malyshka, oh-oh-ohIwantyousomuch...please, Nikki, pleeeease giveittome-IneedyouNikki...myNikkiIloveyouIloveyou--!" She could only get words out in a panted breath, forced between her glistening, slack lips at the apex of every hard, rough thrust.
Hearing her cry for him only drives him higher and hearing her beg is enough to tip him over the edge. Nikolai knows that if they were ever caught he would be removed from service and likely imprisoned but he can't find it himself to care. Not when she's hot and wet around him, begging, tight and needy.
He thrusts a few more times, sharp, and buries his face in her neck as he comes. He isn't loud and reserves himself but only just; he wants to cry out and sink his teeth into her so she's marked up and everyone knows she's his.
It feels like coming home, finishing in her like this, and when he's done he looks up at her with glassy eyes.
She wanted to howl, but forced herself to swallow her cries, shaking and shivering as her climax roared over her in turn, digging her fingernails into Nikolai's arms as she quaked. The little princess whimpered as her lover whispered hot against her lips, tugging him down for more desperate, messy kisses. He was still buried inside her, and her body milked his cock, squeezing tightly over and over as she roiled through her orgasm.
"--malyshka..." she moaned, thighs flexing around his hips. "Mmmm, it's so good...we're so good together, baby." Then she grinned, licking at his mouth teasingly. "Best birthday present ever, da?" A simpering giggle, the birthday girl teasing for her lover's tongue, kissing him soundly, repeatedly, wanting so much more but knowing they had to get back to the party soon, else Security would come hunting.
"I'm glad you liked your present," Nikolai says, giving her a throaty little laugh. He withdraws from her slowly and it feels like dying, in a way, to let her go. Still, they need to get back and he doesn't want to arouse any suspicion by taking her off for this long from an event that's essentially focused on her.
"Although it felt like a little bit of a present for me, lisichka. What are you going to do for my birthday? I'm not sure how you're going to top this little present."
He kisses her again, needing to feel her lips under his one more time before they make themselves presentable for the party.
"Dunno," she teased back. "But I'll definitely think of something." Natalia pouted a little when Nikolai straightened, stepping back to adjust his clothing, but she had to do the same if they were ever going to get back to the party. Weeks of clandestine love-making had taught her how to be proficient at getting herself back together again, and about ten minutes later, the Printessa was once more stepping into the ballroom amid the flashes of cameras, cacophony of voices, and the overall buzzing of a party in full swing.
Nikolai was, as always, directly by her side, covertly brushing against her instead of gripping her tightly; secrecy was their paramount. He was connected back to comms again; she could hear the reports from his earwig under all of the party noise. Officer Petrov hadn't liked them both being absent for such a "long time", but he could just deal with it.
Jason whisked her off to the dance floor for a waltz, and Natalia dutifully laughed and smiled her way through it, only to be snared by nosy reports on her way back to her guardian's side. She answered all the queries with a pretty smile, no stranger to the camera, and deliberately glossed over her abduction by focusing on her father's tour, to soon be resumed, and the party, with all of Russia's friends and neighbors invited and having a wonderful time here at the Winter Palace.
Petrov hadn't been happy about them disappearing but Nikolai hadn't felt the need to explain. He is still head of security for the entire palace and in charge where Natalia is concerned so he can take her off if he wants. No one can argue about that.
He watches Natalia carefully as she flits from person to person and dances with boys her own age but when the party clears out and Nikolai gets a chance to make sure that everyone has actually left, he sneaks out onto the balcony to have a cigarette. He doesn't normally do this but tonight, on her birthday, he sends Natalia a text.
Once the party had wound down, not long after midnight, the printessa retired to her room to be peeled out of her birthday gown, her hair taken down, her crown to be packed away for the next State occasion, and unwound from Imperial Icon to teenage girl, her three 'beauty artists' working thankfully quickly. She'd just finished brushing her teeth when her phone chimed, and, figuring it was one of her friends, Natalia was a little surprised to read the message.
She'd slipped into Steffie's birthday present after shooing her helpers out, and barefooted and smiling happily, the little redhead swished into Nikolai's adjoining room and sashayed out onto his balcony, eager eyes greedily devouring her beautiful lover casually leaning against the railing, cigarette in one hand, uniform jacket missing and that white shirt fitting him like a second skin.
Nikolai flicks his eyes over her in interest because he hadn't expected her to come to him in something so brief. It's his favorite color, too, and he wants to have her all over again even though they just had a tryst during the party.
"Is that your present to me? Because I don't think that's your present from anyone. If it is from a man, I will have to tear him from limb to limb."
He takes a long drag off his cigarette and exhales, eyes never leaving her. "Please tell me I don't have to kill anyone."
Natalia laughed, sidling up beneath his left arm to rub against him. "Of course not, malyshka. Steffie gave this to me. I told her I wanted some slinky pajamas for my birthday this year. And it had to be blue." Because the fabric nearly matched the color of those heated eyes, roaming over her right now.
Her arms around his waist, the little princess nuzzled Nikolai's neck and held him close while he smoked, obligingly keeping her face away from his exhales. "That's still a nasty habit, Nikki," she couldn't help but chide him gently. "I know why you do it," mainly because he could, the rat, "but still."
Nevertheless, she wanted his hand on her ass, bare beneath the silk, and squirmed against him a little more, trying to entice him away from his nicotine habit however she could. But it would be just like her Nikolai to tease first, therefore she was braced for a challenge.
"Can't an old man keep his habits?" Still, the girl in front of him is much more enticing than the rest of the cigarette and he stubs it out, dropping it off the edge of the balcony before turning and sliding his hands up under the little bit of silk nothing that she's wearing. His room and his bed are closer even though he never uses it and he pulls her tight up against him.
"Arms around my neck and legs over my hips. I'm carrying you to my room for the night. Do you promise to behave, printsessa?"
Natalia more than eagerly obeyed, winding her arms around Nikolai's neck and twining her legs around his waist when he lifted her, still wiggling so sinuously in his grasp. "No," she retorted, licking and sucking at the pulse in her lover's neck. "Why would you even ask that, Nikki?"
Then she giggled. "But Papa has already told me good-night, and my door is locked tight. We can misbehave all night long, moya zvezda." She nipped and kissed her way to his mouth, wrapped so tight around him as he held her close. "Are you going to fuck me in your bed, Nikki?" Because God, she wanted him to.
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Thus far, the night had gone smoothly. The Imperial Princess had been dressed, primped, primed, and made completely up for the occasion, her blue and gold birthday gown fitting her like a second skin, leaving no question whatsoever that she was a woman grown, and the silver and gold crown nestled amid her deep red curls as if it belonged nowhere else. Her father had been ecstatic, naming her his one and only heir, now that she'd come of age in their kingdom, and the champagne and vodka had cascaded like a waterfall.
Dignitaries mingled, ministers congregated, and the Tsar and his wan Tsarina sat above the throng, visiting with their subjects here and there, and joining in the revelries when tradition allowed. The Princess had done her duty also; she'd mingled with her "friends", danced with those foppish boys her father steered in her direction, and opened the presents stacked high in a corner of the ballroom, each and every one having been meticulously checked and re-checked by both Imperial Security and her own beloved Nikolai.
At the current moment, however, Grand Duchess Natalia, the birthday girl and woman of the hour, was down on her knees with her lover's cock deep in her mouth, keeping him pressed back against the locked door of the changing room near the pool. She'd whispered to him a quarter hour ago to inform Officer Petrov that he was taking her from the gala to give her his own birthday gift, and he'd be disconnected from comms for the duration. Then she'd led him out of the ballroom and across the palace grounds to the most private place she'd found, and locked them both in.
And had wasted not a moment in shoving him against that door and yanking those fitted trousers open and down, all the better to slurp him right into her eager mouth. Since their first "interlude" at the izba, they'd made a habit of stealing out there at least every other day, and each and every night she had to bite her knuckles to keep from screaming and giving away their sensual, sexual secret. But she'd learned her lessons well over the fortnight since she'd returned to the Winter Palace, and it never failed to serve her well.
She loved him, he was hers, and she wanted to prove it in any way that she could. She knew he disliked having to share her with the rest of the country, thus she'd scandalously wanted to make it up to him before the gala's end, hence her girlish enthusiasm as she worked him deep, moaning around his hard shaft pistoning in and out of her mouth. Natalia knew that he loved this; she felt him trembling already, so very weak to the feel of her hot mouth and slick tongue slurping over and around his aching cock.
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He has his right hand firm on her shoulder, squeezing it when it feels too good to handle, and he lets out a soft moan when he thrusts and hits the back of her throat.
""m close," he murmurs. "So, so close."
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It was filthy, debauched, but she loved it. Loved the thrill of the forbidden, and the fact that with no one else could she be this way. Nikolai loved her, and he was her willing slave. And also her greatest teacher. Again and again her red head lowered and lifted, firm little hands pressing into his bare hips to urge his thrusts between her lips.
Finally, she held her breath after a large inhale and sucked hard, one hand sneaking between his legs to squeeze and fondle the heavy sack, feeling it thick and tight just for her.
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Nikolai lets out a sharp breath he didn't know he was holding and he wants to thrust his hand into her hair but he doesn't want to muss it. Not tonight. Not when they could get caught.
"You are absolutely in trouble for this," he says, voice weak. She's not, but he has to put up the act.
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A touch with a tissue and a rinse of her mouth put everything back aright again, although she did turn and prop her rear up on the marble counter, leaning back a little salaciously on her hands. "How much trouble?" she purred. The sleek dress did nothing to conceal the fact that the Grand Duchess wasn't visibly wearing a bra, and full breasts were ripe for the having, and the gown did damn little to hide creamy thighs and shapely calves, evidenced even more when she crossed her legs, so prim despite her definitely devilish air.
Crown still nestled atop her scarlet tresses, Natalia casually flicked a stray curl over her shoulder, giving her delectable lover a smoldering look beneath dark lashes. "I want you, Nikolai," she told him, breathing his name in her lust-laced voice. "Right here, and right now."
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He trips the fingers of his left hand along her thigh and watches her face, trying to see how she feels about the cool titanium against her skin instead of the warm flesh of his right hand. It's a little different, yes, but it's still part of him and he doesn't want to be afraid of it any longer.
"What does the printsessa want for her birthday? She ought to ask explicitly."
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"But if you want me to say it," she sassed back, chin lifted imperiously, "then I want you to fuck me, Nikki, right here on this counter. Shove this dress up to my waist and try to make me scream, but keep me from doing it." Natalia licked her lips, a slow, sultry challenge.
"With that metal hand, or your mouth, or your cock, I don't care which."
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"I'm going to make you have to muffle your screams," he murmurs. "And I'm going to make you wish you had my cock before I'm done. But you'll get that later. Right now, you get this. You can beg for anything you need, though, and I'll see if I can satisfy you. See if I'm enough."
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As it did right now.
The little princess bit her knuckle, leaning back further on her opposite hand, wiggling so that the fitted dress worked higher along her thighs, the better to spread them wide, lithe, lush hips rolling as much as they could as she begged with her body. Swallowing him earlier had made her so very wet, needy, and she wanted him inside her and thrusting more than she could articulate. This would do for now, however. That sensuous tongue was its own devastating weapon to her frazzled senses.
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He bends his fingers and works her clit between his knuckles, sliding easily with how wet she is, and pauses only to work the tip of his tongue against her. Intense, then draw away, over and over.
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Her head fell back, long curls trailing over the marble countertop. "...Nikki..." His name ended on a high, whining moan, the little princess dropping to her elbow in effort to splay herself even more for him. "--oh, oh, malyshka, that's so good...mmmm, I love you so much...Nikolai..." Slim thighs, creamy and smooth, trembled on either side of his head; he never ceased to drive her absolutely wild.
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He leans in and whispers against her ear, "Happy birthday, printsessa" before drawing away and pushing back in deep. God, but he loves her, and this is not going to end well. She'll have to leave him someday and he knows that.
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They made a lewd scene, she knew that; on her back on the counter with her bodyguard buried between her thighs, her gown rucked up around her small waist, with her high heels digging into Nikolai's ass as he planted a hand on either side of her. But Natalia didn't care. She wanted him, and she wanted him now. It'd been too long; nine hours was just too much to spend clothed and away from each other's skins.
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He pulls Natalia's legs higher so he can change the angle and push into her deeper, body heavy as he moves against her. She's so small, his printsessa, and while it means he wants to protect her it means scenes like this are even hotter because it seems like she's being split in two.
"Tell me how much you want me," he breathes out. "Do it."
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Already panting, so very close to falling completely apart, Natalia hung on to the counter's edge as her Nikki fucked her, hard as she'd intimated, and she had to take swift, panting breaths to obey his torrid command. Because she did want him. She wanted him more than her next breath, and he seemed determined to fuck it right out of her.
"--Nikki-i-i--!"
Thankfully, this wing of the palace had been roped off for the gala, and not even the servants had permission, or even time, to enter this part of the Winter Palace, because their was little chance their Grand Duchess was going to be able to keep quiet for long.
"...want you so much, malyshka, oh-oh-ohIwantyousomuch...please, Nikki, pleeeease giveittome-IneedyouNikki...myNikkiIloveyouIloveyou--!" She could only get words out in a panted breath, forced between her glistening, slack lips at the apex of every hard, rough thrust.
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He thrusts a few more times, sharp, and buries his face in her neck as he comes. He isn't loud and reserves himself but only just; he wants to cry out and sink his teeth into her so she's marked up and everyone knows she's his.
It feels like coming home, finishing in her like this, and when he's done he looks up at her with glassy eyes.
"I love you too, Natalia. I always will."
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"--malyshka..." she moaned, thighs flexing around his hips. "Mmmm, it's so good...we're so good together, baby." Then she grinned, licking at his mouth teasingly. "Best birthday present ever, da?" A simpering giggle, the birthday girl teasing for her lover's tongue, kissing him soundly, repeatedly, wanting so much more but knowing they had to get back to the party soon, else Security would come hunting.
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"Although it felt like a little bit of a present for me, lisichka. What are you going to do for my birthday? I'm not sure how you're going to top this little present."
He kisses her again, needing to feel her lips under his one more time before they make themselves presentable for the party.
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Nikolai was, as always, directly by her side, covertly brushing against her instead of gripping her tightly; secrecy was their paramount. He was connected back to comms again; she could hear the reports from his earwig under all of the party noise. Officer Petrov hadn't liked them both being absent for such a "long time", but he could just deal with it.
Jason whisked her off to the dance floor for a waltz, and Natalia dutifully laughed and smiled her way through it, only to be snared by nosy reports on her way back to her guardian's side. She answered all the queries with a pretty smile, no stranger to the camera, and deliberately glossed over her abduction by focusing on her father's tour, to soon be resumed, and the party, with all of Russia's friends and neighbors invited and having a wonderful time here at the Winter Palace.
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He watches Natalia carefully as she flits from person to person and dances with boys her own age but when the party clears out and Nikolai gets a chance to make sure that everyone has actually left, he sneaks out onto the balcony to have a cigarette. He doesn't normally do this but tonight, on her birthday, he sends Natalia a text.
Balcony off my room. I'm smoking. Come bother me.
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She'd slipped into Steffie's birthday present after shooing her helpers out, and barefooted and smiling happily, the little redhead swished into Nikolai's adjoining room and sashayed out onto his balcony, eager eyes greedily devouring her beautiful lover casually leaning against the railing, cigarette in one hand, uniform jacket missing and that white shirt fitting him like a second skin.
"You called, my lover?"
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"Is that your present to me? Because I don't think that's your present from anyone. If it is from a man, I will have to tear him from limb to limb."
He takes a long drag off his cigarette and exhales, eyes never leaving her. "Please tell me I don't have to kill anyone."
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Her arms around his waist, the little princess nuzzled Nikolai's neck and held him close while he smoked, obligingly keeping her face away from his exhales. "That's still a nasty habit, Nikki," she couldn't help but chide him gently. "I know why you do it," mainly because he could, the rat, "but still."
Nevertheless, she wanted his hand on her ass, bare beneath the silk, and squirmed against him a little more, trying to entice him away from his nicotine habit however she could. But it would be just like her Nikolai to tease first, therefore she was braced for a challenge.
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"Arms around my neck and legs over my hips. I'm carrying you to my room for the night. Do you promise to behave, printsessa?"
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Then she giggled. "But Papa has already told me good-night, and my door is locked tight. We can misbehave all night long, moya zvezda." She nipped and kissed her way to his mouth, wrapped so tight around him as he held her close. "Are you going to fuck me in your bed, Nikki?" Because God, she wanted him to.
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