"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!"
"Good girl," he says softly. This is something new for both of them and he doesn't know why it thrills him so to speak to her this way but as long as she likes it, he'll keep doing it.
He plants a messy kiss on her left thigh and slips the tips of his fingers into her, just testing them for a moment. They weigh more and it's harder to judge exactly how deep he can go, how much he can spread.
Her slick muscles immediately spasmed around the metal digits, instinctively trying to tug at and milk them for more stimulation. The girl bit her lower lip, whimpering softly, pale thighs quivering just the slightest. She was used to being on her back, yes, but her Nikolai had never really teased her like this. It was thrilling, filthy, and so deliciously erotic.
Her back arched, and Natalia moaned, low and long, biting at her tender lower lip to keep from screeching. They still had to keep this a secret, regardless of how high he took her, or how much he teased. "--baby," Natalia panted, roughly rubbing a silk-covered breast as she watched that gleaming metal hand work between her sprawled legs. "Mmmm, more...more..."
"Gentle," he murmurs, working his fingers in deeper and pressing them in, testing the weight again before crooking them within her. He leans in and inhales her before licking a slow stripe and then he moves his fingers, working them slow.
"Gentle for my printsessa," he says. "I want to tear you apart and put you back together. I want you to completely dissemble for me and show me who you are beneath every layer."
God, didn't he know? He'd practically raised her, had built her from her tender youth into the woman she was now. Writhing and gasping on his bed. Natalia had no doubt that Nikolai would indeed tear her apart; he always delighted in coaxing the most unbelievable pleasure from her. And then always held her and purred sweet soothing promises afterward, making her fall that much more in love as they lay together, safe and secure.
The feel of that skilled, wet tongue, soft on her skin, and the slick weight of those metal fingers didn't leave her much more time to writhe, however. They pumped into her, and Natalia fell over into a soft, swift climax, gasping for breath with her hips bucking erratically, trying to fuck herself on those sinful digits. Oh, but they felt so good inside of her! Her lithe body strained, trying to pull them deeper even as she gasped his name and cried for him, her mewled little whimpers soft in the quiet of his bedroom.
"So quickly," Nikolai says, laughing softly. There's a look of wonder and sheer joy on his face, shocked that he could bring such pleasure to anyone and especially that he could do it for her. He draws his fingers out gently and slides his hands up her thighs.
"Do you want my cock, malyshka? Do you want me to love you that way or do you want me to tease you more? Because I have more in me if you want the tease."
Before she could muster enough conscious thought to answer, Natalia instead reached for his left wrist, bringing that fascinating hand up to her lips and sucked the first two fingers right into her mouth, long lashes fluttering over glazed green eyes. She licked and laved at his hand, teasing the tip of her tongue at the seams of those delicate metal plates, slick with her own fluids.
When finally she could speak, the little princess pressed those fingers against her lips and took a few deep breaths, saying, "...you can tease me, Nikki...if you want..." She sucked at the tip of his middle finger again. "Mmmm, I love how you tease me...it feels sooo good..." But she'd never ever deny his cock, if he really wanted to just take her all over again.
"Turn over," he says. His voice is gravelly and his heart is broken open in a way that he didn't think it was possible. He didn't think that there was a way to feel this way about anyone or anything.
He catches her hips with his hands and gently helps her turn, pushes the silky nightgown to her waist before standing and grabbing hold of her thighs.
"We're doing it this way, Natalia," he says, pressing himself in to the hilt. "How deep do I feel?"
Propped on her hands and knees, the little princess hissed assent and moaned when her Nikki pressed deep, sinking inside her all the way to the hilt. His hips met her backside and she bit her lip, unable to help arching her back and pressing for more.
"...Nikki..." it was a soft little whimper, but she tossed her hair aside and glanced over one bare shoulder. "So deep, malyshka. Oh--I feel so full...da..please..." She bit at her lower lip, the plump flesh already pulsing from her earlier efforts. Still gowned in the short blue silk, she lowered her head and rolled her hips, silently begging.
"Fuck me, Nikki," the girl begged, aching for him. "Pleeeease fuck me.."
"Quiet, Talia," Nikolai says, moving into her with a slow, steady rock. It's slower than he wants but just as deep because he wants to ease her into this. She's new to lovemaking in general and she's never had him in a position that puts him this deep so he wants to be careful even if he's playing the wolf right now.
"I thought about this all night. I thought about pulling up that dress of yours and fucking you where someone could hear us because then they'd know you belonged to me and no one else. You're the only thing that's ever been mine and I've only ever been yours."
Two strokes, then three. "It's only ever been me. It'll only ever be me. Say it."
Oh God, she wished that he had. That he'd snatched her right into the kitchen, bent her over the counter and yanked up her dress to fuck her like he owned her. Which, naturally, he did. Natalia spread her knees wider, moaning softly with every thrust, each time he sank into her so deep and so tight.
"...only you," she whimpered. "only ever you, my Nikki... I'm yours-I'm yours." She squealed when he pushed back in, hitting that tender spot that always made her shake. "Malyskha! Ya lyublyu vas, Ya lyublyu vas, oohh, moy Nikolai..." Even if this was all he gave her tonight, it was still one of her best birthdays ever.
Nikolai runs his hands beneath her to cup her breasts, bending over her back as he fucks her deep. He doesn't normally use his left hand but now he does it without thinking, uses it like he'd been born with it. He squeezes hard enough to bruise but only in the places where it won't be seen. These bruises can't be seen by anyone but them.
"You're a tease." He snaps the words out, hips stuttering as he does. "A filthy little tease, a little girl who needs to be shown how to behave. Do you want to behave for me, little printsessa? Do you want to listen to me? I only tell you because I love you."
Even though they were located in unconventional places, Natalia loved the marks Nikolai left on her body. Imprints of his teeth, his hands...they were all sweet reminders of their forbidden love, badges of his intimate possession. And his hands on her breasts always felt marvelous/i>, tantalizing the heavy flesh.
His hips jerked a little and she squeaked, once again biting her lip to keep her noises in her throat. But Nikolai demanded an answer, and she tried to give it as best that she could. "...d-da, Nikki. I'll...I'll behave." Natalia moaned once more, sliding her hands upwards to rest on her elbows, arching further for him.
Nikolai leans down and bites her low on her shoulder, lower than any shirt would reveal, and fucks into her hard. He's working her over well and she'll be sore in the morning but he doesn't mind playing a little bit of nurse if it means he can have this right now.
It only takes two more thrusts before he comes with a low groan and he has to keep his voice down and not shout it. One day, they can shout it, and he'll be damned glad for that day. One day, they'll be able to fuck on every surface in the Winter Palace.
By the time he flooded her, Natalia had dropped to the bed with her hips in Nikolai's hands, moaning into the mattress as he worked her over. Her lower body was going to be so sore, but she loved it, loved waking up with slight pains due to their wild lovemaking the night before. She still tingled all over, but hadn't been quite ready to fall into her orgasm before he had, even though that was okay; she knew her Nikki would make it up to her.
Still, she loved having him thick and hard inside her, sweet and slick and so, so filthy. She'd learned so much during their little day sessions out at the playhouse, and all of her lessons, she'd taken straight to heart. And like him, she couldn't wait for the day they could fuck without care; the thought of screaming her pleasure to echo through the halls of the Palace was enough to have her moaning all over again.
"You're a mess," Nikolai says gently, pulling from her. He snags his boxers from the floor to gently pass between her thighs and clean her a little before picking her up in mis-matched arms to lay in the bed alongside her and not stand behind her. The wolf had put away his teeth for now and he wanted to be gentle and sweet to her.
"I think I like this nightgown. You should get three more so I can tear one off you," he teases, flashing a big grin at her. "I wouldn't want to ruin your only one. Then I won't ever see it again."
He really owed Steffie an anonymous thank you note.
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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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He plants a messy kiss on her left thigh and slips the tips of his fingers into her, just testing them for a moment. They weigh more and it's harder to judge exactly how deep he can go, how much he can spread.
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Her back arched, and Natalia moaned, low and long, biting at her tender lower lip to keep from screeching. They still had to keep this a secret, regardless of how high he took her, or how much he teased. "--baby," Natalia panted, roughly rubbing a silk-covered breast as she watched that gleaming metal hand work between her sprawled legs. "Mmmm, more...more..."
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"Gentle for my printsessa," he says. "I want to tear you apart and put you back together. I want you to completely dissemble for me and show me who you are beneath every layer."
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The feel of that skilled, wet tongue, soft on her skin, and the slick weight of those metal fingers didn't leave her much more time to writhe, however. They pumped into her, and Natalia fell over into a soft, swift climax, gasping for breath with her hips bucking erratically, trying to fuck herself on those sinful digits. Oh, but they felt so good inside of her! Her lithe body strained, trying to pull them deeper even as she gasped his name and cried for him, her mewled little whimpers soft in the quiet of his bedroom.
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"Do you want my cock, malyshka? Do you want me to love you that way or do you want me to tease you more? Because I have more in me if you want the tease."
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When finally she could speak, the little princess pressed those fingers against her lips and took a few deep breaths, saying, "...you can tease me, Nikki...if you want..." She sucked at the tip of his middle finger again. "Mmmm, I love how you tease me...it feels sooo good..." But she'd never ever deny his cock, if he really wanted to just take her all over again.
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He catches her hips with his hands and gently helps her turn, pushes the silky nightgown to her waist before standing and grabbing hold of her thighs.
"We're doing it this way, Natalia," he says, pressing himself in to the hilt. "How deep do I feel?"
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"...Nikki..." it was a soft little whimper, but she tossed her hair aside and glanced over one bare shoulder. "So deep, malyshka. Oh--I feel so full...da..please..." She bit at her lower lip, the plump flesh already pulsing from her earlier efforts. Still gowned in the short blue silk, she lowered her head and rolled her hips, silently begging.
"Fuck me, Nikki," the girl begged, aching for him. "Pleeeease fuck me.."
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"I thought about this all night. I thought about pulling up that dress of yours and fucking you where someone could hear us because then they'd know you belonged to me and no one else. You're the only thing that's ever been mine and I've only ever been yours."
Two strokes, then three. "It's only ever been me. It'll only ever be me. Say it."
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"...only you," she whimpered. "only ever you, my Nikki... I'm yours-I'm yours." She squealed when he pushed back in, hitting that tender spot that always made her shake. "Malyskha! Ya lyublyu vas, Ya lyublyu vas, oohh, moy Nikolai..." Even if this was all he gave her tonight, it was still one of her best birthdays ever.
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"You're a tease." He snaps the words out, hips stuttering as he does. "A filthy little tease, a little girl who needs to be shown how to behave. Do you want to behave for me, little printsessa? Do you want to listen to me? I only tell you because I love you."
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His hips jerked a little and she squeaked, once again biting her lip to keep her noises in her throat. But Nikolai demanded an answer, and she tried to give it as best that she could. "...d-da, Nikki. I'll...I'll behave." Natalia moaned once more, sliding her hands upwards to rest on her elbows, arching further for him.
"...but-but only if you w-want me to.."
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It only takes two more thrusts before he comes with a low groan and he has to keep his voice down and not shout it. One day, they can shout it, and he'll be damned glad for that day. One day, they'll be able to fuck on every surface in the Winter Palace.
"Mine. My Natalia."
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Still, she loved having him thick and hard inside her, sweet and slick and so, so filthy. She'd learned so much during their little day sessions out at the playhouse, and all of her lessons, she'd taken straight to heart. And like him, she couldn't wait for the day they could fuck without care; the thought of screaming her pleasure to echo through the halls of the Palace was enough to have her moaning all over again.
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"I think I like this nightgown. You should get three more so I can tear one off you," he teases, flashing a big grin at her. "I wouldn't want to ruin your only one. Then I won't ever see it again."
He really owed Steffie an anonymous thank you note.
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