Notes:
Baghra is strange, it's getting really hot around here and the Darkling is a teaser.
IMPORTANT
'Words like this are their voluntary shared thoughts'
Words like this (without ' ') are their personal thoughts that are a particular phrase in their mind but who knows if they're strong enough to reach the other part of the tether ️
Hope I explained myself
Enjoy and comment and like
-Flora
Four days had passed and Aleksander had returned from another trip. This time it wasn't a military trip, he intended to find Baghra, but she had magically returned after three days of disappearance.
When she saw him for the first time in those days she felt irritation and anger coming from him.
She understood later that he and Baghra had argued in her hut and that he came out raging.
No one had dared to talk to him that day.
That morning the guard outside her door told her that she would have to attend a meeting for the stag's expedition in the war room that day.
But first, Baghra was waiting for her for a lesson, and she was late...
Baghra seemed strange. She was actually in a good form, she seemed younger than usual. Maybe the sun out of her hut did something good on her little escape...
She didn't question her and her lesson went as usual, some hits when she did not concentrate enough but less reproach than normal. It was as if her mind was elsewhere.
If she had heard that she and the darling had some strange business she did not point it out.
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When she entered the so familiar room, all eyes went on her but they were not staring glances, just a quick peek to see who had entered. She was not anymore the big news in Little Palace. People were starting to get used to her, though she still received some glances for her black kefta, that from the fete she started using on a regular basis.
It was good that she had started to become part of the environment. Now she could sneak everywhere she wanted. At least, almost everywhere.
"Sorry for my tardiness, you know how Baghra is," she said grimacing a little and looking nowhere in particular.
"Come, miss Starkov, we were just talking about the arrangement for the journey," the Darkling looked at her and lifted his hand as a courtesy to invite her.
They hadn't talked since he had returned. It didn't disturb her not to stand constantly by his side.
She felt him, his presence through the bond, and it was enough.
There was this mute understanding between them. When they met each other in the palace or in the gardens, they just glanced in each other direction but didn't show signs of anything.
For Alina it was as she was hiding a secret mysterious relationship; Aleksander on the other hand had never bothered to hide any relationships in Little Palace (if 'relationships' was the right word to use) but never showed signs of affection, so he felt quite frustrated about feeling things every time he saw her and restrain himself from rushing towards her.
Sometimes when they passed right next to each other he greeted her with a nod of the head and a 'Miss Starkov.'
That was all he allowed himself to do.
Every time he called her 'Miss Starkov' she felt like he was mocking her, which he was not (based on decorum), but he felt she took it that way so he really started mocking her after a while.
She smiled at him, and obviously at everyone in the room, but she was giggling inside.
The meeting continued.
They had planned to start the trip by carriage and then keep going through the forest by horse. It would have taken them a week to reach the forests on the north and who knows how long to find the stag.
A cold shiver went through her body at the thought of staying in the cold frozen forest for who knows how long.
'I will not let you freeze to death.'
'You better.'
Then her mind went wild.
Had her tone been mischievous? She didn't intend anything equivocal. Saints, did he?! Oh, Saints!
Her heart was racing.
She heard him cough a little and then clear his throat.
Saints, he heard it!
She felt her cheeks burning.
'Your cheeks are not really red, it's your imagination.'
'You're not helping.'
She felt derision.
Oh, she needed revenge for that.
The meeting from anybody's point of view was this tense exchange of glances between the two of them.
Everybody was quite happy to run out of the room to let the two of them alone.
He started nearing her and when he was beside her he took her hand in his but she drove it out with a light slap that ended up at the height of his ribs.
"You are quite a feisty woman, miss Starkov." He was leaning back on the table
"I am when provoked, General" she answered tilting her head and looking at him.
"I told you to call me by my name."
"Can't you do the same?" his eyes were black, a black so deep she wanted to drown into.
"I don't recall you asking that before," he was shamelessly flirting.
"Well, Aleksander, I'd like you to call me by my name," she was firing back, and she had to think of a way to take revenge.
He looked into her eyes for a moment, probably thinking what to say after, then he took her hand.
"You must know, the number of people that know my name can be counted on one hand, and even fewer people who know it, use it."
"Why?" she asked, "it's a beautiful common name."
"Yes, it is," he replied without saying more but she understood what he meant.
"And you want to differ from everyone so much," she laughed "Well, you could see it as a useful connection to commoners and their connection to you. That makes you more... " she paused, not knowing how to go on with the sentence.
"More what?" he asked curiously.
Though she was going to say something that could offend him, she moved closer to him, placing her hand on his kefta.
"Human," she whispered.
He looked at her bending forward his head in an indecipherable way.
He didn't know if he felt offended or only curious. Mostly curious, it took more than that to offend him.
"Everywhere I heard of the darkling, before coming here, it was something of this mythical General who could do anything with his power. He was respected but most of all feared" she explained.
"Do you think they don't see me as human?" he asked with a smirk.
He didn't see himself as human since a long time ago, it wasn't a surprise otkasat'sya didn't see him as one too.
"You remember how scared of you I was at the beginning," she didn't directly answer his question.
"Are you still scared of me?" his hands started following his favourite path on her body (until now), from her hands to her arms, slowly.
"Why I have the feeling that every time I say something like that you ask for confirmation only to kiss me?" she asked only half-joking.
"Well, maybe you are irresistible when you say that you feel safe with me," he was starting to say sappy things, that was the beginning of the end.
"I said that I felt safe here, in Little Palace," she raised her eyebrows.
"You know I asked something different," his deep voice made a shiver run down her spine.
"Well, you have to be more specific the next time you ask me questions," she had a full grin on her lips but the grin that came to his lips seemed bigger, though contained as usual.
"May I kiss you, Miss Starkov?" he asked her.
She didn't know where that boldness came from but she asked: "Where?"
His eyes shone with a glint of playfulness.
"Anywhere. Everywhere."
She tried to kiss him but he put space between them.
"I asked you a question, Miss Starkov. May I kiss you?" he was smirking but tried to hold himself.
"Yes, you may," she whispered.
Then he kissed her and finally, she thought.
He was warm and enveloped her in his arms.
She kissed him back with equal fervour. Their mouth devouring one another.
He hoisted her up and put her on the table.
'This reminds me of something.'
They didn't know which one of them thought it, it didn't matter.
Every time she kissed him she felt special, venerated, like she could do anything after it, be anyone. Maybe start being herself.
"Let me really worship you" he whispered on her lips.
She nodded still kissing him, but he went to her neck, kissing sucking, biting. It resulted in any kind of moan from her mouth.
He went lower, unfastening the upper part of her kefta to carry on his work on her throat.
"May I?" he asked revealing her skin.
"Yes," she said without hesitation if anything with eagerness. In their minds, there was also a plea after her 'yes'.
His head was slowly lowering after his mouth found any new part to taste. Her hands were in his hair, her breath heavy.
He somehow was able to open the buttons of her kefta and shirt in a matter of seconds and continued his path down her chest, without taking them off, arriving at her breasts, first shoving down her undergarment then completely ripping it up to reveal her flesh.
He looked at her from his lowered point of view.
She was beautiful, whimpering under his touch, her nipple hardened, her hands pulling his hair, her skin exposed to the cold air.
He paused a moment to enjoy the view, his hands on her bare hips.
Alina, feeling his abrupt halt looked down at him, they stared into each other eyes as his mouth, already open, slowly approached her left nipple and took it between his lips.
That was the most erotic thing Alina had ever seen.
"Aleksander-" she whispered with a broken voice, she was desperate for more.
His name escaping her lips made him lose his mind. He dived into her, kissing and biting and liking everything he could but he wanted her to scream his name so he started to descend again, always looking up at her.
He got down on one knee and started unbuttoning her trousers and pulling them down and she simultaneously shoved off her shoes freeing his way.
"Good girl," he said smirking while finally taking off her trousers and positioning himself between her open legs.
She knew what he was going to do. She had never done it, no one ever went down on her but she heard her friends talking about it: when done right it could be really pleasurable. And she felt Aleksander could have been a master of it...
It was so strange how the thought of something she had never done would have scared her with another person. With him, she only felt excitement and she was eager for him to pleasure her.
After he took off her trousers he got fully down on his knees and started kissing her tights.
"Has my prayer been received, Sankta?" He said between the kisses that were going up her tights to her centre. His voice seemed unfazed by his actions though it was a little rougher.
"Not yet," she answered with a whisper.
He slowly positioned both of his hands on her hips and started dragging down her undergarments, always looking at her face. It was as he couldn't look anywhere else.
'Gorgeous' he thought continuing to kiss the upper part of her tights until he reached his destination.
His lips were like fire burning on her cold skin and when he started placing soft kisses on her centre she inhaled abruptly.
'What got you so wet, Miss Starkov?' his voice was low when he started tracing her folds with his fingers.
How was he being so brazen? It would have killed her on the long shot.
"Was it the use of your power? Are you usually so wet after your lessons? We could put it to good use..." he was shamelessly provoking her.
She bit her lips to contain a groin 'We could put your mouth to good use.'
She felt his surprise and also his arousal.
'Happy to comply,' and with no other qualms, he fully devoted his mouth to indulge in her.
"Saints," her head fell back, the only thing she could do was putting her legs on his shoulders, a thing that he probably appreciated since he enthusiastically started massaging the flesh of her tight and her ass.
He really was a master of this.
Fuck jealousy, she was enjoying the results of his previous lovers, and only she could call any dibs on him.
He was hers as much as she was his.
She knew that that was it, but she tried to hold back.
"Come for me, Alina, I want you to come for me," he told her while pumping his fingers inside of her and then returning to suck her clit.
'I want you to come around my fingers.'
'Yes-'
She released a louder moan and started trembling reaching her peak and pushing his head even more close to the centre of her pleasure. Her throat was sore even though she didn't remember using it too much.
He parted from her core, licked his fingers and kissed her inner tight. "You taste of sunshine," he told her, still imprisoned between her legs.
Her legs went out and slipped from his shoulders, falling at his sides, her head still hanging behind.
He was a little out of breath but the grin he had on his lips said only one thing. He had thoroughly enjoyed it and was pleased with himself.
"Am I worthy of a grace, Miss Starkov?" He asked rising from his kneeling position.
"Shut it and just kiss me."
Notes:
This was the longest chapter until now, how was it?
(This was my first time writing E rated things 🙈😂😏)
Still not have my result in the text I took, I hate bureaucracy!Obviously, tell me if there's any mistake.
So, tell me, I would have slapped Aleksander at some point, what would have you done?😂😂😂
-Flora