I'm back! Had this request that I found intriguing and finally got around to working on it. Feeling a bit apprehensive about it since I mostly see this as pre-teen fare but leafing through the books I think I'm merely making explicit was is already insinuated. I would say it fits in an unspecified time between City of secrets and City of ships, was a bit torn between giving you weirdos what you want and being pedantic about 'historical accuracy' ahem, hope ya like!
As soon as the door shut behind them, he pushed her back up against it and they grasped at each other with desperate urgency.
Luciano had been sitting in the Refectory, studying, when he received message from his servant Alfredo that 'Adamo' his 'errand boy' from Bellezza had returned. He all but sprinted straight home and wasted no time pulling 'Adamo' into his bedroom.
As they kissed feverishly, Luciano reached up to loosen the cap from Arianna's head, spilling her long curly hair down her back and he dug his hands into her scalp as if trying to bring her even closer to him. At the same time, she was trying to remove his shirt but groaned with impatience when she couldn't without taking her lips off his. Instead, she shoved him hard backwards and they tumbled onto the bed, her on top, straddling his waist. Then Arianna felt his hardness under her, directly where she most wanted it and gasped softly. They stilled, faces flushed and breathing hard.
"Perhaps… we shouldn't…" Arianna started but trailed off, actually hoping he would persuade her.
"I want you so much," Luciano whispered, running his hands over her thighs and hips. "But… you're probably right." He leaned back, trying to calm himself.
Arianna bit her lip, still tingling at the core. "I can't get pregnant before the wedding but there must be other ways. Safer ways. You must know of them, how you do this in the 21st century. You can teach me."
Luciano sighed and rolled them over so they lay on their sides, face to face, her legs still wrapped around him. "I can't really teach you things, I don't really know myself. If you'll remember, I was only 15 when I translated and before that I was a cancer patient so I didn't really look much into, I mean, sure I've seen stuff but I don't think that's very helpful actually…"
Arianna saw even in the dim light coming from the low burning fireplace that Luciano was blushing in embarrassment. "Why are you blushing and rambling like an idiot?" she chuckled.
Luciano cleared his throat. "Well, um, this is not something people are proud of…" he hesitated, and she slapped him on the shoulder. "Tell me already!"
"All right, it's like this. In the 21st century there are actors and actresses that perform these acts, they do, well…pretty much anything you can think of sexually, and then you can watch it on the computer or tv, I've explained all that, right?"
She frowned but nodded. "So, you're saying that actors make love and anyone can watch it on teetvee?"
-"Yes, except I wouldn't call it 'making love', they're not, it's just acting. And there's a whole dubious side to it where you don't really know if they like it all and they are probably not treated all that well. But you can see everything very up close." He cleared his throat again and Arianna quite enjoyed his discomfort. Then she suddenly disentangled herself from him. Luciano recognized her standoffish expression.
"So… you've seen… a lot of naked women?" she demanded.
"Not a lot," he said defensively. "Just a few. As I said, by the time I got interested in this sort of thing, I didn't really have much time or energy for it."
-"Are they beautiful?"
Luciano shrugged. "They must have been, I don't know, I wasn't interested in much more than their…private parts. This is not, as I said, something people are proud of looking at. It's just gratification, it doesn't mean anything."
Arianna hmfp-ed and they were silent for a moment before Luciano spoke up again.
"Do you know what I do remember? The first day we met and you saw I had strange clothes on. You pulled me into a back alley and undressed to give me your clothes. Seeing you like that was quite…stimulating. Even though I thought your underwear was weird. I had dreams about it later where you took them all off."
Arianna's suspicious pout softened and broke into a smile and Luciano decided not to tell her about waking up from very vivid dreams where both Arianna and Georgia were present and very intimate with each other. And most certainly not about her mother making a guest appearance in his imagination, he would take that one to his grave. Stupid subconsciousness.
-"Yes, I remember but I just remember being mad at you for spoiling my plan. I didn't think about how it would affect you," her expression turned coy. "But we're getting off course. We were talking about the difference of making love here or in the 21st century."
He pulled her back down next to him. "There are no differences, we just have to remember to use our heads and we'll be fine."
She looked sheepish. "But it's so difficult to use my head around you sometimes."
He laughed and kissed her forehead. "Yeah, I know how you feel." Hadn't some of his most foolish and reckless decisions been made directly or indirectly because of her?
"Take off your clothes," he whispered it into her ear, making her shiver.
"You do it," she whispered back.
He sat up and leaned over her, studying her like a puzzle, for honestly, the clothes sometimes were a mystery to him. But her rough, peasant boy's clothing were simple enough for him. He only had to undo the laces of her shirt which weren't nearly as complicated as her duchessa dresses that he would have to face later. He slid the shirt up but then had to deal with her chest bindings. "Can I cut them open?"
-"No!"
He groaned and pushed her over so she was lying on her belly, giddy and giggling with excitement. The trousers and stockings were easier so he started with that, sliding them down along with her undergarments, tremendously enjoying the view of her naked buttocks. He cupped them and stroked them with his hands and felt the gooseflesh under his palms as she moaned. Then he got to work on the bindings.
Arianna felt deliciously naughty, lying there exposed, Luciano's warm hands at her back but stealing a stroke over her behind now and then. She peered over her shoulder at his focused expression and then turned her gaze on the visible swelling between his legs.
"You should be getting naked too."
-"Be patient, this is harder than it looks, I might have to cut it."
"-Don't you dare. I need to put it back on intact before I go home."
Eventually he managed to get off all the lacing and padding, freeing her breasts from the confines so she was lying there stark naked. The sight made him shiver with pleasure. Her long hair draped over her arched back, and her long lovely legs stretched out from her well formed hips and butt. She was quite hairy by 21st century standards which was a thing he had actually thought about and didn't know how he would react since in his numerous fantasies she had always been completely hairless like the porn actresses that were his only reference for women's bodies.
But she was his Arianna and she was real and warm and beautiful no matter what. Besides, the fine, soft hair on her body actually accentuated her goosebumps, the hairs on her arms and legs standing up when he stroked her and placed fluttering kisses along her shoulder blades and back, so he decided he kind of liked it. Her moans grew deeper as his lips neared her lower back and when he kissed her buttock she gave out a mewling sound.
"Turn over."
-"Take your clothes off."
He obeyed and she did turn over to watch him undo his shirt and trousers.
She had seen him naked before when he was poisoned and nearly cut up by doctor Angeli in the theater for the medical students. She had thought he was dead at the time though which was no time to admire his physique but afterwards, when she had returned to Bellezza after the ordeals with the Manoush here in Padavia, the memories came back to haunt her, a mixture of dread and excitement. She came back to Padavia the first chance she got and now had plenty of time to look all she wanted. He was far more attractive fully conscious.
He had a smattering of coarse hair on his chest that she longed to touch and it made a sparse trail down his abdomen to his waist where it thickened again around his groin. His very hard pink-headed penis stood starkly out the bed of black curly hair. She bit her lip and beckoned him to her. He knelt on the bed, his penis close to her face. She reached for it and he sucked in a breath through his teeth like she had burnt him. She looked up at his flushed face. "What do I do?"
"Just stroke it. Very slowly. And gently," he bit out, fighting for control over himself.
She did but he gasped and grabbed her hand and held it still on him. She felt the tension, like the blood was boiling under his skin and it aroused her so much she felt the wetness seep from her. She couldn't help but wanting to feel the hardness and thickness of it inside of her. Her self-control was a fragile as his. But she left off and started from another direction, pulling him down beside her. She stroked his cheek, first downwards, feeling the soft skin and then upwards to feel the roughness of the beginning of a stubble. She wanted to feel it against her face so she kissed him along the jawline towards his ear, nibbling at the earlobe. His eyes were closed, brows furrowed in concentration as he clutched the bedsheets with one hand and stroked her inner thigh with the other. She combed her fingers through his chest hair and then downwards, following that trail of hair and enjoyed how he quivered with excitement when her fingers went down past his navel to his penis. It twitched and it caused a surge of arousal in her as well. She stroked it, slowly and gently as instructed.
He opened his eyes to drink in the sight of her face framed by her hair, her phenomenally gorgeous eyes, her torso with her full breasts and narrow waist. "You know you are perfection in the flesh," he said.
She laughed as he leaned in to kiss her. She was aware of her own beauty but she felt her devastatingly handsome cavalier completely matched her. They kissed lightly, then deeper, tongues fluttering, then dancing. Only that was costing him a lot of self control, so he moved his lips to her neck and collarbone and then, cupping her breasts in his hands, he leaned his head in to suck lightly on the hard nipples, making her moan deep in her throat.
"I could do this forever," she breathed.
"I don't think I could," he muttered back.
-"Why don't you just let it go? You don't have to torture yourself, it will be hard again, won't it?"
-"Yes but it's a very delightful torture, I don't want it to end."
-"But the sooner it ends, the sooner we can start again."
-"You make a very compelling argument."
He continued down from her bosom to her belly, again noting the goosebumps rise as his lips ghosted over her skin.
Her fanny was very hairy, which again, was something he had expected logically but still was somehow unprepared for. He cursed his juvenile self of the past for not googling 'how to be great at sex' instead of 'hot cunt' or whatever it had been. He took comfort in the fact that she didn't know any more than him so at least they were on equal ground.
He gently pushed her legs apart, her inner thighs were already wet and slick and it gave him a rush to feel it with his hand as he slid it up towards the bushy opening and her legs twitched. He moved to settle in between her legs and parted the wet lips with his fingers. It wasn't really very pretty, a hairy, pink slit, rather like a rabid dog's toothless white foaming mouth. But the sight and the smell and the touch were an overwhelming stimulation on some carnal level. He almost always got hard, just from kissing her but this was far more electrifying. He took a deep steadying breath and tried to focus. He wanted to be a good lover. He leaned in and experimentally flicked out his tongue at the nub at the top of the slit, which he hoped he was identifying correctly as her clitoris. Her responding gasp told him at least he was doing something right so he repeated it a few times.
"Could you…not… stop in between?" Arianna said between moans.
He understood and licked more assertively at the slit from bottom to top. He tried some different approaches, deciding which ones to repeat based on her reactions. She seemed to like it the most when he put his tongue in between the wet lips and licked upwards with a flat tongue, swirling the top of it over her clitoris at the end of each stroke and then back down again. Her legs shook and the sounds she made were music to his ears but he wondered if she was being a little too loud.
Very slowly he brought up his fingers and inserted two of them into her cunt. He thought of it that way and it made his cock twitch. 'I can't wait to fuck her,' just thinking about it in such explicit terms intensified his rush, he wondered that he hadn't yet fainted from the over-stimulus of the senses.
Arianna was in such a blissful state, she had no control over her body anymore. Everything Luciano was doing to her, sent her on a wave after wave of pure pleasure and she didn't care one bit if Alfredo or anyone out in the street might hear them. She came back to herself a little when she felt Luciano's fingers inside of her. It was good but also a little scary.
"Luciano…"
-"Am I hurting you?"
-"No, but be careful."
-"I'm wondering, might it be a good idea to…erm… breach now, so it won't hurt you on our wedding night?"
She tried to collect herself to think about it. "I guess, it makes sense…"
-"Wouldn't it?"
She nodded, "Yes."
-"I'll go very slow."
She nodded and lay back down and he resumed his licking, all the while pushing his fingers tiny bit further, getting a feel for how deep he could safely go but she made no sound of protest, quite the opposite.
He was creating a feeling of an ocean wave in her, surging back and forth, building momentum with every stroke of his tongue upwards over her clitoris, just about ready to crash on the shore of ecstasy.
He tried keeping a steady rhythm while her legs convulsed around his head and her moans turned into breathy cries, her voice rising in pitch. His fingers were almost all the way in, as far as his knuckles would allow him, easily gliding in on all the wetness coming out and she didn't seem at all bothered so he started to push and pull them, in and out, in sync with his oral exercise. Tongue moved up, fingers in, tongue down, fingers out. He moved his free hand up to caress her breast and finally he felt her legs spasm once more and the contractions of her insides around his fingers as she arched her back and cried out louder than ever, nearly shrieking, and then slumped down, breathing so heavily it was almost like she was sobbing.
He sat up to examine his work, her hair a mess around her flushed face with eyes glazed over and a tear slipping from the corner of her eye. Her breasts rose and fell with her deep breaths, a sheen of sweat glistening between them.
"It didn't hurt, did it?" he asked and reached out to wipe away the tears.
She caught his hand and held it to her fever warm cheek. "Goddess, no, it was the most amazing feeling I've ever had. Oh, Luciano, it was just so intense."
She used his hand that she was holding to pull herself upright so she could kiss him. His chin was drenched in her juices and he tasted a bit salty but she didn't mind too much. She was light-headed with happiness and had to laugh.
"Goddess, I don't know if I can be a ruler anymore. How am I supposed to deal with musty senators and sleazy diplomats, knowing I could be in my bed doing this with you instead? I'll be distracted all the time!"
They settled back into the bed, he put his arm around her and she put her head on his shoulder, stroking his chest.
Luciano grinned. "How about this? If you are a very good ruler, I can be your reward."
-"Oh, yes, please! I'll be the very best ruler," Arianna giggled.
He kissed her forehead. "I believe it."
She sneaked a hand down to his penis and looked up at his face. "But now I think it's time I rewarded you."
His erection had gone down while he was focusing on her but his excitement remounted very quickly when she touched him. He started kissing her but she pulled away to look at the swelling organ in her hands. "Should I do it with my mouth too?"
He swallowed. "Yes… I mean, if you want, you don't have to."
-"Of course I want to but you have to tell me how to do it." She sat up and bent over him, kissing him around the navel and downwards. She took a hold of his penis and stroked it, making him hiss.
"You don't have to hold it so tight, just so you can slide the foreskin up and down," he said and she amended her grip, watching in fascination how the head was exposed when she pulled down the skin. It was oozing like he had already spilled but he was still getting harder and when he was fully erect, the skin was taut so she couldn't move it much. Then she leaned down and put the head in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it, mimicking what he had done to her.
Luciano groaned and threw his head back. His hips bucked involuntarily and he thrust himself deeper, making her gag.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Arianna, I didn't mean…" he started but she waved it away. She was the duchessa of a city state. She was powerful, she knew that. But that was a very exhausting and often humbling power. Feeling Luciano writhing and moaning under her touch, under her control, gave her a different sort of power. One she felt very smug about.
She shifted her position so she could better move her head and felt a dull ache between her legs.
She hadn't been completely honest with him before, there had been a little sting when he used his fingers but so insignificant she didn't want to mention it. He overrode it with his tongue anyway. She had a feeling though it would get worse when her insides would stop tingling but she wouldn't let it spoil her enjoyment of this experience.
In order to distract herself, Arianna applied herself to the task, taking Luciano's whispered instructions, to make sure her teeth didn't touch his flesh, sucking lightly on him, simultaneously bobbing her head and moving her hand. She felt him twitching and pulsing, which sent shock waves of pleasure through her. She found the soft pouch of flesh under his penis with her other hand and stroked it, feeling the testicles inside.
Luciano propped a pillow under his head to watch her and enjoyed seeing his cock disappear into her mouth. He imagined burying it hilt-deep into her hairy cunt and the mental image along with her warm mouth nearly sent him over the edge.
She felt the pulsations as the blood raged in him and stole a glance up at his face, sweaty with a pinched expression. Their eyes met for a second before he threw his head back again with closed eyes and open mouth. His hips bucked again but now she was prepared and moved with him, taking him in as deep as she could, sometimes stopping to let him control the movement and then resuming.
"Faster," he eventually begged in a throaty voice and she complied, tightening her lips around him. She felt his pulsations increase until he put a hand to her head to pull her away and a moment after that his whole body trembled and he gave out a low guttural, almost animalistic sound that set her on fire all over again. This was accompanied by several spurts of thick, white liquid shooting up in the air from his penis and landing on his belly and on her hands, narrowly missing her face. The sight of it, this physical evidence of his pleasure, inflamed her even more. He used his own hand to squeeze out that last of it before pulling her up to his side to kiss her deeply. "Thank you, I love you."
-"I love you too," she smiled, pleased with herself even though now her jaw was also rather sore. "I love you very very much. And that was really good."
She rested her head on his shoulder and traced patterns on his chest with her fingers while his breathing calmed. They dozed off for a while, spent and lost in a blissful stupor.
Then Arianna opened her eyes and looked up at Luciano.
"Can we do it again?"
By the by, just want to say thanks in advance, just in case I get kicked out for this. If not, I might have a follow-up piece up my sleeve ;)
