Dangerous Liaisons

Being the niece of the most powerful man in Europe wasn't as glorious as people might think. Her uncle might be The Fuhrer himself, but Magdalena hated the "fame" that came along with it. Young soldiers would always swarm around her like flies to rotten meat and others would too often approach her with kindness mixed with fear. Though she hated the city of Berlin, she had no other place to go since The Fuhrer was her only living relative. He took good care of her, no doubt about that but she hated him for his ideology and for what he did towards the Jews. Magdalena had once brought it up during a dinner but had only been met by harsh words about how a young woman as herself should stay quiet and only serve as entertainment. Frustrated and shocked, she had furiously walked out of the room, never to bring the subject back up.

As much as she hated the Nazi Party and everyone involved, there was one person that always caught her attention, Colonel Hans Landa. He was twice her age and could easily had been her father, but there was something about him that she couldn't put her finger on and everytime he paid her and her uncle a visit, he would flirt wildly with her as soon as The Fuhrer would be out of sight. She never knew how to approach him or behave in front of him since his sheer presence always made her feel uncomfortable and at unease. But at the same time, she wanted him more than anything else.

Tonight she would see him again. Her uncle would throw a small party at their grand villa. Only his closest and most trustworthy men would attend, and that included the Colonel.

Magdalena stood in her room, unsure of which dress that would fit best for the event. Her uncle would always make sure she had the best and fashionable dresses available for all sorts of events or parties. After an hour of changing back and forth she finally decided to go with a simple black dress. Her dark brown hair and hazel eyes matched the gloominess of her dress in an odd way. As the guests was soon to arrive she felt satisfied with her choice and went downstairs.

"Mein kleines Mädchen, you look wonderful." Her uncle kissed her cheek.

"Danke Onkel."

And then, the doorbell rang. Her heart almost skipped a beat, hoping that it would be the Colonel but as the door opened she was met by Goebbels.

"Ah, kleine Magdalena, you look absolutely wonderful. Your uncle must be so proud to have such a beautiful niece as you. Lucky be the man who captures your heart."

He gave her cheek a quick stroke before he walked up to salute her uncle.

The time passed and no sight of the Colonel. She felt dumb, sitting in the staircase and waited for him to come. The laughters and voices from the diningroom didn't interest her in the least. Her uncle had wanted her to sing for their guests and she had obeyd him, as so many times before. Her singing would always be praised and was a popular entertainment at her uncle's gatherings and dinners. She had sung for them, laught with them and listened to dull boring conversations for hours at end and all she wanted to do know was to see Hans Landa before the night was over.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang and in two seconds she stood at the door, holding the dorrknob in her left hand. As she opened it her eyes met his.

"Guten Abend, or should I perhaps say Gute Nacht?" His smile sent shivers down her spine as she let him inside.

"I didn't think you would come, Herr Colonel. What took you so long? Don't you know that it's rude to come so late to a dinner?"

"Oh, I know that perfectly well, fraulein. But you should know that my work is very important and occupies alot of my time."

"Of course, Herr Colonel. I just meant that...I've longed for your company." She felt herself blush in front of him and she wished he wouldn't notice.

"Magdalena, do you really think I intentionally would miss out one of your uncle's fine gatherings, or even miss to see your beautiful face?" Dumbfounded, Magdalena stood silent. Hans took a quick peek into the diningroom and then he supply grabbed her around her waist and pushed her tightly to his body.

"Your smell is..." He gently sniffed at her neck. "intoxicating...and arousing. I must confess it makes me hard." Magdalena felt his arousel as he pushed it close to her pelvis and she sighed. Though one voice in her head told her to push him away before her uncle would see them, there was a second voice that told her to invite him to her bed. She had to fight against every impulse and muscle from ripping his clothes of right then and there.

With one swift movement, Hans let his right hand dip down between her legs.

"Spread your legs for me, my little dove. Come on, that's it. Spread them wide."

Two of his fingers were pushed inside her while his thumb would rub at her most sesitive spot. She grabbed a handful of his hair in her hand and threw her head back in pleasure. "Hans, bitte. My uncle could come any second." "Do you want me to stop? I've only just begun, liebling." "No no nooo, I mean yes...you have to stop. Please." With one last caress he pulled his hand back up. "Open your mouth, little girl." Paralyzed, Magdalena willingly opened her mouth for him and waited. He placed two wet fingers inside her mouth. "Now, taste my fingers. That's your taste. Your own intoxicating exquisite taste. Tell me you like it." Seducingly, she sucked the two fingers and imagined it was his own hard cock she was tasting instead. "I like it, Herr Colonel." "Good girl. Now, let us join your uncle and the rest of the guests."