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.
"You are not going to mention your papa anymore," Nikolai says gruffly, holding her up with his left arm while using his right to twist open the french doors leading back to his room. The last thing he wants to think about is the Tsar when he's fucking his still very young teenage daughter. Sixteen is legal in the eyes of the law but is any age legal when it comes to fathers allowing things for their daughters? He doesn't want to find out.
His own room is more sterile than Natalia's because what personal effects he has are normally carried on his person. He has a dressing table with his earpiece, gun, and wallet laid open on it and there's an open bottle of cologne, the same one that still lingered at his wrists and throat. There's a silk tie tossed over the back of a chair, leather shoes - everything he can consider his own could be packed into a shoebox with room left over.
He lays Natalia gently against the bed and backs up to look at her. "Depends on how badly you actually want to get fucked. I might just look at you."
She'd only been in this bed a few times over the course of her years; Nikolai had begun sleeping in her room when she'd been but a wee one. But once in a while, she'd crept in here to cuddle up with her looming guardian, but now, it was just another platform for her to enjoy him, all over again.
Natalia rolled her eyes when he mentioned her father, but she acquiesced the point. When he put her down on the immaculate bedspread, however, her gaze turned heated and sultry, and the little princess clutched the hem of her very short nightgown, biting at her full lower lip and pouting softly.
"Bad," she breathed, parting her thighs invitingly. She was bare beneath the silk, another tantalizing tease. "And it's still my birthday, Nikki," Natalia reminded him in her husky voice. Then she brought a hand to a full breast, shamelessly kneading the plump flesh beneath the silk. "...but you can look at me if you want."
"Naughty," he agrees. "Filthy girl. Dirty girls get punished." It's just a game he's playing just now and he wants to see how far Natalia will go with it. She's young and doesn't know much so he doesn't know if she knows how to play like this. He'll teach her.
"Spread your legs and hike that skirt up for me. Let me see what belongs to me, hmm? Let me decide if you're good enough to get a present from me for your birthday."
She might have been inexperienced when it came to this sort of sexual play, but Natalia was a fast learner, and a bold little girl, besides. Still squirming in the middle of Nikolai's bed, she did as ordered, slowly inching her short nightgown upwards until it was bunched around her waist, and obediently parting smooth, pale thighs with her knees bent just enough, running one small hand down the inside of her leg, a tantalizing tease.
Red curls strewn across the white pillowcases, Natalia twisted and wiggled, loving the rasp of the silk against her breasts, already flushed and full from just the heat of her lover's Nordic gaze. "...like what you see?" she whispered in her husky voice. "It's all yours, my Nikki. No one else's. Not ever, malyshka. Never."
"All mine," he murmurs back. "I've never had anything that's all mine. I've never..."
Now isn't the time to start feeling emotional and he blinks it away, moving closer to her like the predator he is. He can play and be gentle and loving but he's still a predator beneath it, still deadly no matter how much he loves her.
He surges forward and kneels, catching her thighs and dragging her to the edge of the bed. "Ask me, Natalia. Ask me again."
Seeing those eyes go absolutely feral gave her heart a little instinctive jolt, and Natalia squealed when Nikolai snagged her and slid her down to the edge of the bed, it ending on a breathless little laugh as she splayed out prone beneath him. Arms flung above her head, long curls messy and strewn, the little princess gazed up at her bestial lover, aching for him all over again.
She licked her lips, running her tongue around her mouth before asking once more, "...do you like what you see, Nikolai?" And she let her voice grow darker, carry a little more of her homeland accent, for all it gave the words their own sultry, sensual flavor.
"Spread them wide," he says, eyes dark. He spreads her with her thumbs, fingers of his left hand tracing along her entrance for a few moments. He never uses his left hand with her, not wanting to hurt her with the metal, but he's too far now.
"I'm going to fuck you with these," he murmurs. "And then I'm going to fuck you again with my mouth. And then again with my cock. And then start over from the beginning until you don't know your name."
She did as bid, small feet propped against the edge of the mattress and her thighs whorishly sprawled, but it was only a twisting excitement and anticipation that writhed in her stomach, making Natalia whine with that heady, sexy promise. "...Nikki," she mewled, lithe hips rolling in his mismatched hands, nearly burning for the touch of those cold fingers against her heated skin.
It probably wouldn't take much to make her forget her own name; in his arms she'd been nearly incoherent so many times, but she'd never begrudge him the effort of trying. "Da," the little princess panted, already so hot and so wet, just for him. Only him. "Da, malyshka, da, mmmmm--da!"
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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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His own room is more sterile than Natalia's because what personal effects he has are normally carried on his person. He has a dressing table with his earpiece, gun, and wallet laid open on it and there's an open bottle of cologne, the same one that still lingered at his wrists and throat. There's a silk tie tossed over the back of a chair, leather shoes - everything he can consider his own could be packed into a shoebox with room left over.
He lays Natalia gently against the bed and backs up to look at her. "Depends on how badly you actually want to get fucked. I might just look at you."
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Natalia rolled her eyes when he mentioned her father, but she acquiesced the point. When he put her down on the immaculate bedspread, however, her gaze turned heated and sultry, and the little princess clutched the hem of her very short nightgown, biting at her full lower lip and pouting softly.
"Bad," she breathed, parting her thighs invitingly. She was bare beneath the silk, another tantalizing tease. "And it's still my birthday, Nikki," Natalia reminded him in her husky voice. Then she brought a hand to a full breast, shamelessly kneading the plump flesh beneath the silk. "...but you can look at me if you want."
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"Spread your legs and hike that skirt up for me. Let me see what belongs to me, hmm? Let me decide if you're good enough to get a present from me for your birthday."
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Red curls strewn across the white pillowcases, Natalia twisted and wiggled, loving the rasp of the silk against her breasts, already flushed and full from just the heat of her lover's Nordic gaze. "...like what you see?" she whispered in her husky voice. "It's all yours, my Nikki. No one else's. Not ever, malyshka. Never."
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Now isn't the time to start feeling emotional and he blinks it away, moving closer to her like the predator he is. He can play and be gentle and loving but he's still a predator beneath it, still deadly no matter how much he loves her.
He surges forward and kneels, catching her thighs and dragging her to the edge of the bed. "Ask me, Natalia. Ask me again."
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She licked her lips, running her tongue around her mouth before asking once more, "...do you like what you see, Nikolai?" And she let her voice grow darker, carry a little more of her homeland accent, for all it gave the words their own sultry, sensual flavor.
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"I'm going to fuck you with these," he murmurs. "And then I'm going to fuck you again with my mouth. And then again with my cock. And then start over from the beginning until you don't know your name."
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It probably wouldn't take much to make her forget her own name; in his arms she'd been nearly incoherent so many times, but she'd never begrudge him the effort of trying. "Da," the little princess panted, already so hot and so wet, just for him. Only him. "Da, malyshka, da, mmmmm--da!"
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