14.
The pair laid in bed lazily, after rutting a few more times, they now lie completely spent and still naked.
"What is on your mind?" Ivan suddenly asked, glancing down at Justine as she lay quietly at his side.
"I will not be able to hold or touch you after tomorrow." She sighed, dejectedly.
"I know," Ivan said solemnly. "But I will find us some alone time. I did not wait all this time just to lose you."
Justine hummed, pulling the man down into a kiss. "I will get to tease you." She said, lips hovering above his.
"Please do not," Ivan chuckled lightly. "You know I am not a patient man."
"We will see," She sing songed.
Ivan growled, bucking against her and earning a muffled moan against his lips. "Do not be a tease, malen'kiy."
Justine simply giggled, combing her fingers through his thick hair.
…
Lillian returned to the manor bright and early the following morning, barely giving Ivan enough time to cum and send Justine off.
"Vanya!" Lillian greeted him, arms looping around his neck as she pulled him down into a kiss.
Justine entered the sitting area, fully clothed, her expression blank. She arched a single brow but otherwise didn't comment. "Welcome back, Lady Lillian." Justine eventually interjected, clearing her throat.
"Hello Justine," Lillian managed with a small smile. "I take it you took care of the home while I was away."
Justine stifled a smirk, "Of course, Lady Lillian." She said. Her dark hair hung over her shoulder in a long braid, she was dawning a new dress. It stopped short just above her ankles, had longer sleeves to accommodate the change in weather, and a corset that lace up neatly in the front. Her breasts sat pert and in place, heaving slightly as she breathed.
Ivan found himself staring, and when his eyes lifted to hers, Justine smirked. Lillian's words fell on deaf ears as the pair stared at each other, violet eyes warning her to keep her cool, and to be mindful of her temptations. The latter simply urged him on.
With a light sway of her hips, Justine turned her back to him.
God, did Ivan love that view.
Lillian hung herself off of Ivan's arm, informing him of her trip (even though he didn't ask), and Ivan tried is hardest to pay attention.
Really, he did.
But Justine busied herself making breakfast, and from where he sat he got a great view of her ass as she bent over. When she noticed him staring, she went over to the counter, reaching for a mug and giving him a rather tasteful view of her cleavage.
Ivan licked his lips, Justine smirked.
"What did you do while I was gone?" Lillian inquired. She was seemingly oblivious to the silent show playing out before her.
Ivan hadn't noticed that she was done talking about herself. "Oh, um… worked with the guild, spent some time with the guys, and went to a play with Arthur." He said, sparing her the details.
"Oh how nice," Lillian said, none the wiser. "And did Justine behave herself? She did not give you a hard time did she?"
Oh Justine behaved herself just fine.
"She was fine," Ivan said loosely.
"Good."
"Breakfast is ready." Justine said as she appeared, eyes low.
Lillian got to her feet, pulling the man behind her. Ivan spared Justine an admiring glance as he passed her, their hands touching ever so slightly. Justine served them their food, busying herself with other tasks while they conversed lightly. She could feel Ivan's eyes burning holes into the back of her skull as she moved, and she refused to acknowledge him.
Everywhere she went, his eyes followed. Trailing up the dip of her spin as she bent to put things away, the way her hips moved.
"Justine, will you accompany me into town?" Ivan found himself saying over Lillian's mindless chatter, effectually interrupting the woman.
Justine paused, blinking. "Of course, Sir Ivan." She said.
Ivan got to his feet quickly, he was done eating. Done listening to Lilian.
"Do you mind getting some things for me, dear?" Lillian asked.
"Of course not, what would you like?"
Ivan didn't really care.
Lillian rambled off a few things off the top of her head.
"Any requests for dinner?" Justine asked as she gathered her cloak, securing it around her neck.
"Anything is fine," Replied Lillian.
The red headed woman watched as the pair left the manor in silence, footing up the dirt path. Once they were far enough from the manor, Ivan grabbed Justine by the arm, pulling her into the trees.
"Hey! Wh-umph!"
Justine was pushed up against the nearest tree, Ivan pressed flush against her as he attacked her mouth, tongues and teeth clashing. Her hands fisted in his hair, giving it a slight pull, as he lifted one of her legs to rest at his waist.
"I-Ivan," She breathed shakily.
"You tease," Ivan groaned, trailing heated kisses down the length of her neck.
"She just returned and already you cannot handle a little teasing?" Justine taunted. "My lord, I thought you were stronger than that."
Ivan growled, roughly cupping her breasts, and giving the, a squeeze. "My resolve and patience dwindles when you walk around like this." He said. "Do you know how much I wanted to fuck you, right there in the kitchen?"
Justine chuckled, "You want me that bad, My Lord?" She purred.
Huffing, Ivan pushed Justine down onto her knees. He was so hard he ached, he hissed as the cool air brushed over his heated cock as he pulled himself from his pants. "Touch me," He gave a needy moan.
Justine's eyes fluttered up to his hazy ones innocently. "Of course, Vanya~"
Ivan gave a shiver as his pet name rolled deliciously off her tongue. "Say that again," He stroked himself. "Say my name."
Justine hummed as she pressed her lips to his cockhead, teasing the slit with her tongue. "Vanya~" She mouthed, against his thick shaft.
Ivan groaned out a throaty moan, grabbing onto each side of her head as she pushed her onto his cock. He threaded his fingers into her curls, securing his grip, as he began to lightly thrust his hips. Justine was no stranger to taking his cock in whole, her cheeks hollow, jaw wide as it would go. But the fucking he was currently giving was new, and she moaned around him. He moved slowly at first, getting her used to his girth sliding down her throat, before building up his speed, hips jutting as he moaned. Ivan gave an excited jolt as the tip of her tongue traced the outer rolled ring of his foreskin.
"Oh~ dorogoy, ya lyublyu tebya." Ivan moaned, low and husky.
Justine squirmed at the sound of his voice, how sexy he sounded. His Russian words thick with lust and desire.
When Ivan finally came, a few short thrusts later, Justine swallowed what all she could. But most of his load found its way onto the forest floor. They shared in a brief kiss, Ivan tasting himself on her lips and tongue, before he gathered himself and fixing his all to relaxed appearance.
Justine and Ivan only parted ways once they arrived at the marketplace. She having things to pick up for the house itself, Ivan occupying himself with what Lillian specifically asked for. She had been in the middle of examining fresh eggs when a large, gloved hand groped her rear. Whirling around to confront her assaulter, she was met with a guilder she'd never seen before. There were plenty of men around that took up odd jobs for pay through the guilds, more of them temps that floated between guilds and from town to town. This fellow was no different.
"Can I help you?" Justine huffed in annoyance. She didn't like being touched by strangers.
"I will pay for your services," He slurred off. He reeked of booze.
"I am no whore," Justine spat in disgust. "And even if I was, there is no way in hell I would let filth like you touch me. Now go crawl back into the hole you got out of, you urchin."
He didn't take too kindly to her sass, her audacity to refuse him. When he grabbed her again, he was met with her fist to the left side of his face. It hurt, her hand colliding with the bone in the man's jaw, but Justine didn't care.
"I said do not touch me!" Her voice grew in volume.
He worked his jaw as he stumbled back a tad, the irritated look in his eyes flashed to anger almost immediately. "You could use some manners, you insolent little-"
"Just what in the fuck are you doing?" Ivan towered over the slightly smaller man, eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Sir Ivan!" The other man's eyes grew wide. "I was just-"
"Did you touch her?" Ivan cut him off.
"I grabbed her but-"
"Do not lay a hand on her again, you hear?" Ivan grabbed the smaller man by his dingy collar. "If I see you around her again, I will make sure it is the last thing you do. Understand?"
He nodded feverishly.
Ivan turned back to Justine, eyes softening as he took up her hand to examine it. "Are you alright?" He questioned.
"Yes, just fine." Justine sighed. "Thank you."
"Of course." He kissed her knuckles softly. " I should not have left you alone."
"You cannot be by my side all the time, Ivan."
"I can at least try," He argued lightly. "I would not be able to forgive myself if something happened to you at the hands of one of these ruffians or one of the knights." Ivan wouldn't be able to control his rage, and there would be no telling what he would do.
"I will be fine," Justine insisted with a small grin. "I can take care of myself."
Ivan chuckled, humoring the girl. "Da, of course you can, malen'kiy."
"Can we take the long way home?" She asked, looking up at him.
"Sure."
Justine smiled, linking their arms. For a moment they walked in silence, enjoying each other's' company. Her head rested against his bicep, inhaling, before sighing deeply.
"Why do you sigh, dorogoy?" Ivan asked, glancing down at her from the corner of his eye.
"We are almost back to the manor," She mumbled. "That was not enough time with you alone."
"Join me in the study to read while I work," He offered. "I am content being in your company, we do not have to be doing anything."
"Can you make me a promise?" She stopped, forcing him to a halt as well.
"Da, of course."
Justine reached up, looping her arm around his neck as she pulled him down. She licked his bottom lip, pulling it between her teeth, before capturing him in a tantalizingly sweet kiss.
"Do not touch her," Justine whispered against his mouther. "And do not let her touch you."
Ivan groaned at the loss of contact, violet eyes half lidded as he regarded his young lover.
"I promise," He breathed. "Kiss me."
Justine smiled, pulling the man into another kiss.
…..
"We have returned!" Ivan announced as they entered through the front door of his home, Justine trailing quietly behind him.
Lillian lounged in the sitting area, a book in her hands. "Welcome back," She greeted lightly. She turned the page of her book.
Justine, without a rod, made her way to the kitchen to unload their buyings from the market. She could make out the faint voices of Ivan and Lillian, though she couldn't quite decipher their conversation. There was a coiled knot in her belly as she busied herself with preparing Lillian's afternoon tea and snacks. The woman was such a nuisance.
Or maybe Justine was just even more annoyed by Lillian because she too was sharing Ivan's bed.
The girl scoffed, it annoyed her to no end how she could so easily be seen with the knight. How she could affect both their lives so much, and still keep that shit eating grin on her face. Lillian got under Justine's skin before, but now the feeling was entirely different.
Now… now she was jealous.
Now, she had a reason to care about where the older woman put her hands. Justine hissed suddenly, dropping the knife she had been holding. She stared down at the small cut on her finger in annoyance, rolling her eyes.
"Are you alright?" Ivan asked as he appeared, his voice soft.
"Yes… just fine." She grumbled.
Ivan took her hand, looking over the small incision. "You cut yourself," He frowned. "It is not deep."
"I am fine," Justine insisted. "Where is Lillian?"
"Up in the study, you seem awfully distracted."
"Do I really?"
"Justine."
"Yes?"
"Are you sure you are alright?" Ivan eyed her closely.
Justine forced a smile, "I am, my dear." She wondered how he would react to her jealousy. She for one knew she didn't like it.
Ivan hummed, placing a kiss to her palm. "If you insist." He murmured against her skin. "Ya lyublyu tebya."
Justine gifted him a sincere smile, "I love you too."