It had been many days since they had slipped out incognito, and Urz as appointed by Elizavetta had taken sentry outside her bedroom. However it was limited to only one night a week, an arrangement by Naum and the old civil official Lazare.
"Why me?"
To Naum who ordered the lookout, it was what Urz asked at the very beginning.
For the lookout for Elizavetta's bedroom, someone who was steady in identity and ability was ideal. The youth knew at least that.
The pessimistic knight made an unusually serious face and answered. "I cannot say it aloud, but Vanadis-sama has not been able to sleep very much these past few days. According to the court lady, she has apparently been having dreams and nightmares."
Urz nodded. He had noticed that Elizavetta's complexion had not been good recently, but he once when he had asked about her she had dodged around the question.
"I prepared medicine, but she did not drink it. Before she greatly upsets her physical condition, we would like to take measures. If you act as lookout, she may sleep soundly at ease. Lazare-dono also agreed when I put forth this suggestion."
"Understood. But, will I, who cannot use the sword, be fit for a watch?"
To Urz who cocked his head in puzzlement, Naum answered with a face which seemed to want to say that there was no problem. "If it's a short bow, you can handle it in a small corridor, right? If someone suspicious approaches, you can call out to him. But if he doesn't answer or stop, I don't mind if you shoot him."
It was such a violent talk that Urz was amazed, but if he were acting as the guard to an important person like a Vanadis permission to attack was absolutely necessary as a moment of hesitation might cost them their lives.
Anyway, under such circumstances, Urz stood in the corridor at midnight with a short bow. Since the corridor was cold, he had not worn armor, but a hat with fur and an overcoat. This overcoat was threefold; therefore it was a little heavy, but firmer than poor leather armor.
A torch lit with fire was placed on the wall immediately nearby. Not to let this fire extinguish was also the duty of the lookout.
If something were to happen to and he were to be called by Elizavetta he had been instructed to contact the court lady who was staying in a separate room. Time passed and the cold became severe and the silence eerie.
Exactly how much time had passed?
Suddenly, Urz knitted his brows. For a moment it had seemed like he had heard a voice from somewhere.
What is it? He reflexively lowered his waist and pricked up his eyes. He immediately understood. That voice was heard from behind him –– Elizavetta's bedroom.
What was strange was that it did not seem to be clear words. For example, if she woke up at midnight and called the court lady, a clearer voice should have been heard.
But, her voice seemed to groan and moreover, it was intermittent.
Naum's words that Elizavetta was having nightmares crossed his mind.
He was perplexed on whether he should call the court lady or if he should take a look at the situation. However, Urz immediately came to a decision, and lighted a spare torch, holding it in his left hand.
He opened the door with his free hand and slipped into his Master's room.
There was a bed with a canopy at the center of the bedroom. A candlestick was put on the side and a small fire was lit on the candles.
"Master." The answer was neither a reprimand nor an angry voice, but an inarticulate groan. Urz rushed over quickly to the bed with canopy. "Forgive my rudeness!"
Urz who rolled up the shroud of the canopy stared wide-eyed in surprise.
Elizavetta held her chest and had an anguished expression. From her mouth, painful breaths mixed with groans. Sweat blurred on both her beautiful face and body, and several red hairs stuck on her forehead. Her night-clothes were opened and exposed her white skin.
As Urz hung the torch on the candlestick, he gripped Elizavetta's shoulders and shook her.
"Master!" He desperately called out to her. Elizavetta's hands struggled in the air and she grabbed the edge of the bed. When the edge broke, Urz did not notice it right away.
Elizavetta's right hand touched Urz's face. At the same time, she thinly opened her eyes.
After a little while, the red-haired Vanadis leaked a sigh which contained puzzlement. Her gold and blue eyes vacantly looked up at the youth. "Urz…?"
"Did you come to?" Urz asked taking a breath of relief. Then, as he noticed that he was holding Elizavetta's shoulders, he hurriedly released them. He was about to open his mouth to explain to her, who was dumbfounded, what happened, and unintentionally stared fixedly at her figure.
The fire of the candlestick was dimly lighting the bed with canopy. Her night-clothes which used black silk and treated laces were rolled up until her rich bosom were clinging to her body which got wet with sweat.
Her breathing was still rough and her somewhat languid expression let one feel fascination. Dregs of sweat blurred on her white skin and it looked extremely lascivious. Her shapely thighs which drew exquisite curves from her thin waists and continued down were dazzling to the eyes.
When Elizavetta pinched and raised the edge of her night-clothes, Urz's body finally moved. He hurriedly turned away his face which became bright red and put back the shroud of the canopy.
"Um… Are you feeling all right?" Although he somehow squeezed out his voice, he was inwardly in a state of mind where he wanted to run right now. It seemed that she was having a nightmare. He should have left it to the court lady from the beginning.
There was no reply. As he could not leave without hearing anything, Urz stood near the canopy and quietly waited. After a little while, Elizavetta called Urz.
"…Urz. Did I say anything?"
"No. You seemed to have a nightmare, but you said no meaningful words."
"Really?"
Urz was surprised and unintentionally stared at the canopy. He did not think that she would insist on it.
"Really."
A tenuous voice saying "is that so" could be heard. While being perplexed, Urz asked.
"Shall I tell the court lady to prepare water or wine?"
"I don't want it. More importantly, there is a towel there, right? Please wipe my back."
Being ordered in a natural tone, Urz uttered an idiotic voice saying "huh?" He blinked several times and timidly confirmed so as to accurately understand the contents.
"You mean calling the court lady to do that, right?"
"I'm fine with you. I'm cold. Do it quickly."
Urz was at a loss for words, but he could easily imagine how he would incur his master's anger if he was to leave here. He reluctantly picked up the towel on the table. A question suddenly sprung out. Why was something like this put here?
If there was no plan to use it, it would not have been expressly put there. "Excuse me", Urz said and he quietly rolled up the canopy.
Elizavetta had already turned her back to him. She had apparently taken off her night-clothes, and her white back was naked. She also threw her red hair which reached to her waist from her shoulders to the front.
Urz unintentionally swallowed his saliva in strain and slight excitement, and he was inwardly confused as to whether that sound was not heard by Elizavetta.
And then, he was relieved in the fact that she had turned her back.
At least, she had probably not noticed about the reaction of his body. If he was noticed, he would not have gotten away with that.
While being careful so as not to put too much strength, Urz wiped around her shoulders. When the towel touched her, Elizavetta shook her body in surprise, but she immediately relaxed her shoulders.
"Urz." Suddenly, Elizavetta called him. "You mustn't tell anyone that I had a nightmare. Enough people already know."
He hesitated unable to immediately. Without resting his hands, he opened his mouth after a little thought.
"If you would like, could you tell me the reason?"
The towel was now wiping out the curve from her waist to her buttocks. So as not to touch somewhere awkward, he could not continue to look away. Urz wanted to concentrate on the conversation. A part of him ached to hole her tightly against him, to fell the quickening of her heart as they gazed into one another's eyes, their lips slowly drawing closer and closer.
"It will them make worry, won't it? In the first place, saying a person like a Vanadis having a nightmare is a little…" She trailed off, her words shaking him from his reverie.
"A dream is something that anyone has. One may also have a nightmare when he is tired?" Urz said in a soothing tone. Does she sweat this much whenever she has a nightmare? He inwardly thought.
If she put a towel on the table for times like that, then he could understand.
Besides, even this attitude of hers. Although it seemed calm, it was somewhere odd.
He finished wiping her body. When he said that, the red-haired Vanadis turned only her profile towards him.
"…How about wiping also the front?"
Her voice was full of charm and shyness, but Urz didn't notice that or her flush cheeks as he wrung the towel out. She chuckled softly, about to tell him that it was a joke when she saw his face inches away. Yelping in surprise she fell back, as he took a seat next to her. "Urz?" She choked, feeling the cloth slowly circle her collarbone.
He was gentle as the soft linen did nothing to hinder the warmth that she could feel from his fingers. Her body began to heat up once more as she realized that she was completely naked in front of him. A part of her screamed to cover up, to beat him for the liberties that he was taking with her body, but it was drowned out by the greater whole which whispered in her mind.
For many years she had been bullied, spit upon, and cat aside because of her eyes. More than once she had cursed her fortune, her hands gripping a blade ready to carve out the source of it all.
Then Valitsaif had appeared to her, and she had become a Vanadis. Now instead of being ridiculed people praised her, comparing her eyes to the finest gems.
As a Vanadis she had once again met up with the girl that had protected her all those years ago. She remembered the time that they had spent training together before she left, but Eleonora had forgotten it all. Even though she was a Vanadis she was still a teenager at the time, and she had sobbed softly in her room, saddened that she had been forgotten by her first friend. Now history was repeating itself as she remembered all the good times that she had with him, how he had protected her when the men earlier were staring at her lewdly. Urz was different, she knew it in her heart, and that was why she didn't push him away.
Instead she squirmed at his touch, her body instinctually moving closer to him, as she yearned to embrace him not as a friend but as a woman did to the man she loved. Love? She thought wondering where that feeling had come from. They had only known each other for a few months, and already Urz had proven himself to be one of her most competent advisors. That meant that they had spent an increasing amount of time alone with one another going over Lebus' affairs. She had never known love before. Was love the pounding of her heart every time there hands touched? The longing and subtle glances that she had taken of him and him of her? The burning desire to always be near him? The vivid dreams that left her waking up at night panting and flustered? Was it strange that she never wanted him to leave her?
Eleonora's outburst during the subduction of Duke Ilda still played in her mind. Was he Urz or was he Tigrevurmud Vorn, Hero of Brune? Were they both the same person?
Lately she had dreams of them together older, red haired children flitting about the castle as Urz held her tightly. The warmth she had felt from that dream, the feelings that the scene had invoked within her…it was simply indescribable.
She let loose a soft moan as his hands rubbed her breasts. Turning she could see his flush face as he attempted to be as professional as possible.
I'm in trouble. Urz thought as he worked his way down his Master's front. He had severely underestimated the effect that she would have on him, as he shifted uncomfortably. There was no denying the sensations that he was feeling. The rich fullness of her breasts, the softness that he noticed as he rubbed them. The pink nipples that stood at attention against her cream skin. Skin that shone in the candlelight, as he watched a bead of sweat roll down and come to a rest in the heavenly valley between her breasts.
Subconsciously he licked her lips, his face turning beet red as his Master snuggled closer to him, a cute moan escaping from her. No matter how many calming breaths he took, nor kept his mind distracted by other things, he always ended up thinking about the woman who had entrusted her body to his care. Removing the cloth he wrung it out once more, working her left side with as much care and tenderness as he had her right. He could feel the nipple hardening under his ministrations, his fingers dancing at the edge of her areola, the deft digits teasing her as he circled them. He didn't know what came over him, but his fingers began to play with the hard nub, lightly pinching and tugging on them.
Staring down at his Master, hearing the small hitch in her breathing before she began to breath harder, was turning him on. A fact that Elizavetta was certainly aware of. She could feel him pressing against her left side, if she turned her head she would've been able to see the outline of his cock straining against his pants.
"Keep going." She moaned sultrily. "There's more for you to wipe." She almost pouted when his hands left her breasts, once more taking up the towel and slowly working his way down her flat stomach in concentric circles.
As one hand wiped away the evidence of her nightmare, the other rested on the taut peach skin that was her stomach. He could feel the rippling muscles, the power that she possessed through countless hours training to be a warrior under his fingers. The hand traced down her sides, barely touching her, as it sent shivers down her spine. Every time she squirmed it wasn't to get away as her instincts drove her closer and closer to him.
Lower and lower he worked, wiping away all the sweat, until finally his hand lay on her waist, inches from her hot snatch. "Urz." She commanded, her voice instantly drawing his warm brown eyes to her blue and gold ones. She hesitated for a moment before she began. "Growing up I never knew what love was. People despised me, judging me on something that I had no control over." She spoke harshly. "When I became a Vanadis things changed, I was put on a pedestal, a person to be admired, the symbol of our nation. The person I thought of as a friend never remembered me, and since then I have had no friends. The others…they're my advisors but we were never very close." Her voice grew softer with each passing sentence, sadness evident in her voice. He wanted nothing more than to embrace her, to hold her tightly as she got the weight of the world off her shoulders. "But you…we've only known each other for a few short months, and already you've become closer to me than anyone before. I don't know what I'm feeling for you, but I think that…I think that I've fallen in love with you." She whispered.
She was no longer projecting the air of the powerful and indomitable Vanadis. He had noticed that whenever they were alone she seemed to relax. She wasn't as cold, powerful or arrogant as she pretended to be, and at the heart of the matter she was just another girl. Elizavetta, who had never known the warmth of her parent's love, one hated by society, crying out for a person to love her. That was the truth.
Urz though was a blank slate, his memories fragmented, the greatest memory he had was when she had come for him. "I don't know how I feel." He answered, never taking his eyes off hers. He could see the heartbroken look come flitting across her face as her eyes turned to steel. Bringing his hand up to her face, he cupped it, lowering his head until their foreheads touched. "I have no memories of the person that I once was. No idea what love is. Is love the heat the rises to my face every time I behold your beauty? The wild beating in my chest whenever we're alone together? Is it my thoughts drifting to you anytime we're separated?" He saw the understanding in her eyes. "I have no idea if I had a lover or a wife wherever I came from." Disappointment once again, yet still he pressed on. "What I feel for you…I don't know if it's love. But what I do know is." He paused trying to find the proper way to say what he felt. He could see the hope in her eyes, the longing, as well as the true woman that lay below the hard exterior that she wore. It cried out to him, begging him not to push her away, to answer her feelings with equal fervor. "That I yearn to be with you, I never want to leave your side. In my dreams I see us holding one another tightly, the desire to never let go in our eyes. Children filling our home, the ultimate expression of our love for one another."
"Children?" She asked slowly, as if testing the word. Then her eyes were filled with resolve as she looked deep into his. "What a pair we two make. Neither of us knows love, yet we both desire to be with one another for many years to come. I guess it is only fitting that we work to solve one of life's greatest mysteries."
"Then it is a good thing that I love the unknown." Urz whispered, holding her tightly basking in the warmth of her body.
"Urz." She said lovingly. "When I first found you in that little village, and asked you to follow me you swore to follow my every order. And so far no matter the task laid before you, you have fulfilled my every wish."
"Of course Master." He said.
She paused, taking a deep breath as she gathered her courage. "Then as your Master, I give you these final two commands. The first is simple, I want you to call me by name."
"Elizavetta." He said. The way he said it sent shivers down her spine, filling her with warmth as she felt every ounce of his feeling for her as he called her name.
"No." She shook her head. "We're lovers; so call me Liza."
"Liza." He said, and the final barriers in her mind broke. Now her heart had control, as she felt that this was love. Love has many guises. It was free yet it bound the two of them together. It was the unbridled passion that lay just below the surface waiting to erupt and join together with its partner.
She felt all of these things, and she knew that Urz did as well. In the moment that they laid eyes on one another and spoke each other's name with all the feelings that they could muster, their souls were laid bare and they understood. This feeling that had taken hold of their hearts, this was Love! And now that they had felt it they would do everything to hold onto it.
"For my final command." Eliza said wrapping her hands around his back and drawing him closer. "Make love to me."
"Are you sure?" He whispered feeling their hearts beat in sync. The rapid thumping a staccato that made them realize what she was asking.
"I'm sure." She whispered. "Love me, Urz. Unleash all your passion upon my body, fill me with the proof of your love and let us work towards that shared dream that we had."
"NOPE! NO! N! O! I'M CALLING BULLSHIT!" Sophie interrupted.
"I forgot she's an angry drunk." Elen muttered.
Eliza glared at the older Vanadis. "I didn't interrupt your story, so the least you can do is not interrupt mine!"
"I'm with Sophie on this one. Your story sounds like something I read out of a romance novel years ago." Elen said crossing her arms under her ample bosom. "I refuse to believe that this is the same person that all of us slept with."
"Most." Olga piped up. "I haven't."
Mira nodded. "I'm with Sophie and Elen."
"Grk." An unfamiliar sound came from Eliza, before an angry aura formed around her. "I'm telling you the truth." She spat.
The 4 Vanadises stared down at one another, hands creeping towards their weapons once more.
Elen sighed. "If I'm going to have to listen to this then I'm going to need something a little stronger." Once more the little bell was wrung and a maid came into the room. "Krupnik, and skorosmartnitsa." Elen commanded dismissing the maid. 10 minutes later and a lot of pointed glares and threatening movements the maid returned bearing two bottles of each of the requested drink a pitcher of water as well as significantly smaller cups, sniffer glasses.
5 glasses of krupnik were poured out before Elen reached for the water pitcher. She hesitated for a moment, before deciding to forgo anything that might dilute the sweet alcohol.
"Continue." Elen said once they were all settled in and their hands were no longer creeping towards their Viralts.
"So as I was saying…"
Urz was taken aback for a moment, but snapped out of it as soon as he realized that she was serious. Their faces were so close together, and even without his memories he knew what needed to be done, a declaration of his love.
Softly and tenderly he kissed her.
To Elizavetta the kiss with Urz was nothing like she had ever experienced before. Though she had never kissed another person from the books that she had secretly read and the gossip that she picked up from listening to the palace maids a kiss between lovers was supposed to send sparks and fire when they met. Instead nothing like that had happened, there was no flowery language to describe the feelings that she felt swell up inside her. Through the kiss she could intimately feel the warmth of his body, the feeling causing her to want to do nothing more than to snuggle up and hold him to her breast forever. She could feel the fierce protectiveness that he had for her, their combined love the seed that would bring about the realization of their dream. She knew she had been right to follow her heart at that moment, as she returned the kiss.
Their first kiss had been short, sweet and tentative. A question, as Urz gave her one last chance to back out.
The second kiss soon followed but unlike the first this one had been full of desire and heat as Liza smashed her lips against his. Eyes widened in shock as he saw the lust in her eyes, their mouths opened as their tongues dueled one another. She moaned against him, desperately trying to undo the buttons on his shirt only to growl and rip it open. "You're overdressed." She commanded.
If someone had timed him his speed would've surpassed anything he thought himself capable of as he shed his clothes in the blink of an eye. She pulled him into another kiss as his hands roamed her body. Cupping her firm ass for several seconds, tracing every curve on her, his light touch sending shivers of ecstasy into Liza as she melted against his touch. As his hand descended lower they came to rest on her inner thigh. Ever so slowly he began to trace small circles on her skin, his hand steadily moving towards her virgin snatch.
Urz continued to kiss her before moving to gently bite her earlobe and then nuzzle her neck. Her legs parted wide open as his hand came to rest against her womanhood, gently rubbing up and down he could feel her grinding against his hand trying to bring herself to orgasm. He slipped one and then a second finger into her hot slit, sliding them in and out. "Do you like it when I touch you here?" He asked enticingly. She was already wet and willing, as he pulled his fingers out of her cunt and brought them to his mouth. He savored the taste before putting his fingers into her mouth, and feeling her tongue lick at her own juices.
He was about to move down and lay kisses on her breasts, when she roughly grabbed him, halting his movements. "There's plenty of time for that later." She hissed through gritted teeth as another finger worked to loosen her moist snatch. "Right now, I need you inside me!"
"Do you want this?" He asked, pressing himself against her. She nodded in lust as she tried to line him up with her entrance. "It's going to hurt." He warned, letting his cock rest against her cunt lips, her juices already soaking it, preparing it to seize her maidenhood. "Are you sure you want me to take my big, hard cock, and thrust it deep within you?" He teased.
"Do it Urz. Take me, and accept the proof of my love." Liza demanded, the dirty talk hitting a chord within her.
His first stroke missed her entrance instead rubbing against her clit which sent her into another shiver through her. His second attempt found its mark and the head of hic cock passed into her pussy.
Liza let out a silent scream, biting down on his lip drawing blood as her hands clawed at his back. He stayed sill for several moment allowing her to get used to his girth before he began to slowly slide into her. "Uggghhhh!" She moaned. "That's so good!"
He stopped the majority of his length still outside her as he felt his tip come to rest against the final barrier. Pulling back until only his head remained inside her hot passage he asked. "Are you ready?"
"DO IT!" She swore as he plunged into her his thrust breaking the barrier with ease. She bit his shoulder, shuddering in pain and pleasure, as he remained motionless allowing for her to settle down. When she finally did he began to slowly ease his entire length into her, her pussy a velvety glove enveloping and massaging him, sucking him in deeper and deeper. He pressed in smoothly, and though he didn't move fast there was absolutely no hesitation. The more and more he pushed into her the more she strained and moaned, trying to get him to move faster, and after a few minutes they both gave a satisfied sigh. Although she had been soaking wet she was incredibly tight, and not to brag but he wasn't exactly narrow.
He looked down to where they were joined, Liza following his gaze as they both felt another wave of arousal shoot through them. "Fucking hot." She swore, the first time he had ever heard her say something like that.
He leaned down and kissed her passionately, their tongues dancing as his body began to move in slow and small strokes.
Liza was in heaven, the warmth of the man she loved slowly moving in and out of her, her body ravaged by sensations she had never felt before. While she loved the feeling that he was giving to her she knew that this wasn't it. The slow and sensual pace was driving her mad! "Urz!" She whined. "I'm not a porcelain doll that would break at the slightest touch. Grab hold and be rough with me." She saw the uncertainty in his eyes and kissed him gently. "I love you Urz. I trust you, and know that you won't hurt me." Too badly at least. She thought, images of Urz bending her over and having his way with her as she struggled playing in her mind.
To his credit he realized that she wasn't one to enjoy a slow and drawn out session, but preferred it fast and hard. Something in his mind clicked, a memory of another time a woman with blonde locks on her knees begging him as he took her.
"What do you want from me?" He whispered into her ear, biting the lobe as he felt her convulse under him. "Tell me every dirty detail."
"Faster!" Liza commanded, trying to move so that she could reach her peak. He placed a hand on her abdomen stopping her from moving, as he withdrew from her.
"That's not the voice I want to hear my dear." Urz taunted. "And it's especially not the tone that you hear when you're begging for something." He thrust into her in shirt and shallow strokes never reaching deep into her, just enough to make her moan. "Tell me all the dirty little things that you do when you masturbate. Tell me everything, how you play with yourself at night."
"NO!" She said her face flush with embarrassment.
"Then I guess that you really don't want this." Urz said disappointedly, rubbing himself over her clit, the arousal driving her insane but not allowing her to cum. "Am I in your fantasies? Do you dream of me at night when you're all alone? Does your hand slowly make its way down to your warm, wet slit?"
"Yes." She whispered.
"Then tell me what I do."
And so she told him, opened her heart and spouted all the fantasies that she had of him. How he took her right in the middle of her throne room, laid her on her knees and mounted her like a common whore. How he came to her at night, his hand stroking her slit with expert fingers, as she soaked the sheets with her juices. Then he would fuck her. Most of her fantasies involved him fucking her, not them making love, but fucking. Hot, rough, fucking that left them begging for more, waking up the next morning with injuries caused by their passionate coupling.
"That's good." Urz commented "But you know what you need to say if you want to cum. You know what I want to hear from that naughty mouth of yours."
She shook her head, while she loved Urz what he was asking was the final barrier, and crossing it would mean surrendering to him. Not that it was a bad thing as she saw him sawing into her.
"What do you say?" He teased.
"I want you to fuck me now!" Liza grumbled out.
Urz froze, telling her, "Better but that's not what I want to hear from you. Scream it for me my love, tell me what you want me to do to you."
She grit her teeth for several moments, her eyes flashing dangerously while filled with lust. He continued his sedate pace, and she knew that it wouldn't change until she gave him exactly what he wanted. "You bastard!" She screamed biting his lip and drawing blood once more, before she threw her head back and commanded. "PLEASE! Please, oh gods, please fuck my cunt until my head swims! I'll do anything, just FUCK ME! Take that huge cock of yours and ram it into me! Thrust yourself until my cunt molds itself to you. Then defile it with your cum!"
"Much better." Urz smirked, a look that she hadn't seen on his face before but one that sent shivers down her spine. "This belongs to me now." He slammed himself into her, and she screamed as the first orgasm of the night ravaged her body. She bucked and writhed, clawing at his back, her nails tearing the skin.
"Yes!" She cried. "My pussy! Ass and mouth! They all belong to you! You can have me any fucking way you want! Just give it to me already!" He thrust into her again each of his lunges was met with a cry and her squeezing muscles.
Urz watched as the sweat he had wiped off earlier began to form once more giving her skin a beautiful sheen. Getting up off her, ignoring her protests he dragged her by her hips so that her legs hung off the bed.
Liza saw him looming in the candlelight, his chiseled body arousing her further. His rough hands grabbed ahold of her hips as he spread her legs, and roughly thrust into her. "Ungh!" She wailed as he slammed his entire length into her. She grabbed one of his hands and placed it on her clit, and as if on instinct his fingers began to move in slow circles exactly how she liked to do it when she was alone. "Do you feel that?" She whimpered, as he continued to play with the hard nub. "Do you know how hot you being rough with me gets me?" She could hear him groaning, and she shivered as he pinched the sensitive root. "I want you to hurt me."
She wrapped her legs around his waist the ankles locking together, as she pulled him into her. Whimpering and moaning as his repeated intrusion, savoring the pain and pleasure that he caused. His hands gripped her breasts squeezing them as he used them as leverage to pull himself deeper and deeper into her. She traced over the bleeding cuts on his back, wondering if they would scar, but knowing that he'd be feeling the for several days in the future. Good. She thought, it would be a reminder of their passionate night together.
"Make it hurt." She whispers darkly. While some women might have represented the lighter aspects of sexuality tonight she was dark, representing pain and pleasure, the domination and submission, the mind numbing pleasure that left people addicted for more.
His hands ran through her pink hair, before he grabbed a fist full, and he was pulling, pulling and yanking so hard that she feared he might rip it out. But at the same time she felt that fear pleasure washed over her, drowning it out and she wanted nothing more than to tell him to grab her tighter. Moaning she arched her back, as he pulled her head to his and kissed her hard. He bit her lip just as she had done minutes ago and their blood mixes as their tongues wrestle each other.
She could still feel the aftereffects of her first orgasm, as smaller ones devastate her body with each thrust. Her mind began to grow hazy, her head not swimming but drowning as another climax began to build. He pulled out of her but before she could protest he had put an arm under her leg and flipped her onto her stomach.
"FUCK!" She yelled as his cock sank back into her, slamming into her with his full weight behind each thrust. She was back in paradise, her mind overcome with blissful sensations. Never before had she felt like this as every part of her body was overloaded with pleasure. She screamed as he continued to pound her pussy, her body on fire. He grabbed another fistful of her hair, painfully arching her back as his other hand grabbed hold of her breast roughly massaging it, while pinching and pulling at her nipples.
Urz looked down at her panting form, at the delicious and firm ass, his cock spearing into her relentlessly. He pulled her cheeks apart with his hands, and saw the tiny rosebud of her ass. Letting go of her breast, he aimed one of his fingers at her rear entrance, lightly tracing the outline of her backdoor.
"What are you doing?" She asked half in fright half in excitement.
"Claiming what's mine." Urz said before thrusting a finger into her tightest passage. The pressure on his finger was nothing like he felt on his cock, as every muscle in her body tensed at the same time trying to force out the intruder. It was vise-like, threatening to cut off his finger, as he tenaciously continued to burrow the finger into her.
"OH GODS!" She screamed in one long, guttural cry, before she collapsed into the bedsheets. Taking a pillow she buried her face into it in an attempt to stifle her moans as Urz pounded away at her, the headboard of her bed repeatedly slamming into the wall with a rhythmic thud. "That's it! That's fucking it! Take any hole you want baby." Slowly but surely her cries deteriorated into harsh cries. "AH! AHHH AHHH!"
He reached forward grabbing her breasts with both hands, feeling the hard points poking against his palm, he used them to help force her back onto him. Elizavetta's world had turned into a bright white light of pure pleasure. Her mind clouded from mind-numbing sensations that she was feeling. All she knew was that the pressure she was feeling was leading to the biggest orgasm of her life. An ear splitting scream tore through her throat and echoed around the room, her pussy contracting and gripping him so tightly that he was unable to move. It took everything he had to maintain control and not blow his load into her.
As she came down from her peek, he pulled out of her, and lay down on the bed. "Get on top of me." Urz commanded. Slowly she began to move, straddling him. "Put it in." He lay back against the headboard, his hands behind his head as Liza blushed taking his dick in her hands. The size difference was monstrous as she seemed to be entranced by the hot piece of meat in her hands.
"This was inside of me?" She questioned.
"You should get used to it, it's going to be in you many more times." Urz said sweetly. "Now put it in."
His command seemed to snap her out of it as she positioned herself a coy smile blossoming on her face. "Just lie back and let me make you cum." She said as the tip of his spear touched the warmth of her entrance. Whimpering as she slowly slid down the shaft, every now and then she would stop and take a moment to breathe before descending once more. To Urz it was torture as he wanted nothing more than to thrust up and hammer away at her, but after about a minute they both gasped as she bottomed out. "The perfect fit." Eliza smiled seductively, placing a hand on his chest. They both took a moment to relax in the other's presence, before the rough mood seized them once more.
Urz reached up and grabbed a hold of her breasts, squeezing them tightly, as Liza raked her nails down his thighs leaving deep scratches. Oh, he's going to feel that in the morrow. She thought. Every time he felt it his mind would remember this night, the night that she became his and he became hers. Those marks would show all the other Vanadis who he belonged to.
She lifted herself up until just the tip was left in her as she flexed her muscles massaging the spongy head of his cock, before slamming herself down. "Ugggh!" She groaned, feeling him butt against her cervix.
"Dear God"! Urz hissed as he struggled to hold back the rising tide. "Ride that fucking cock, you naughty bitch."
She reached for his head, pulling at his hair as she bit his earlobe, moaning sensually into it. His hands reached out and gripped her small waist guiding it as she began to bounce on his cock with frenzied movements. "Grab it." She told him. "Grab my ass."
He did so, his strong hands gripping her, but it wasn't enough. "Harder!" She cried. She wanted his fingers to dig into her, to leave marks against her alabaster skin. Painfully gripping her he held her down as he sat up against the headboard.
For an instant he marveled at how light she was, but it passed as he picked her up by her waist, lifted her up and slammed her back down on his cock like a ragdoll. Faced with her bouncing breasts he dove in, nipping and biting at the skin. "Uhhh, I love what you're doing with your mouth!" She howled. "Bite 'em, suck on those big tits!"
She won't be able to wear that dress she lovedfor a long time. Urz thought looking at his at the trail of love bites he was leaving all over her chest.
"I'm going to cum." Liza whined as he angled himself differently and was hitting deeper than before.
"So am I." Urz grunted, feeling the pleasure build up within him, and knowing that this time he wouldn't be able to hold himself back. "Look at me." Grabbing her hair he drew her face closer to his. "Look at me when you come. I want to watch you." They locked eyes. "Don't you cum until I tell you to."
"I'm going to cum baby." Liza whined. "I'm going to cum on this big fat fucking cock. I can feel you getting close."
Urz could feel his balls burning as they slapped against her cunt lips. "Then let's cum together!" He roared. "Where do you want it?"
"I want you to blow your load deep within me. Fill my tight cunt with your cum."
"You naughty little minx. Like I had any other plans but to blow myself deep within you." Urz growled inserting a second and third finger into her ass. The intrusion was enough to shatter whatever control she might've had as she came slamming down on top of him, the tip of his cock pressed firmly against her cervix, her mouth opening in a silent scream as she spasmed up on his cock. The strongest orgasm of the night rippled through her body from her lips to her toes, as she felt his hot seed flooding her vulnerable yet eager womb. Urz roared as he fired the first load of the night, and the largest that he had any memories of into her and within seconds it began to leak from her worn pussy. "What a fiery little wildcat you are my love." He said slapping the side of her tit. "I'm going to enjoy washing your delectable dirty mouth out with my cum."
He pulled out of her, watching as his cum poured out of her womb. She could feel his hot seed flowing out of her, and reached down with her hands, catching it. Careful not to spill any she sat up, and began to lap his cum up. "Bitter." She blushed, gulping it down in one go. "Is that how you like it? Is my mouth clean enough for you yet?" she asked in a shy voice.
"Not even close."
"I know I said to be rough but don't you think you're going too far?" She asked challengingly. It wasn't very convincing as he saw the lust in her eyes, the smirk on her lips, and the heat that burned through her as he ordered her on her knees.
"I think not my love." He said. "Was it not you who begged me to fuck you whenever I want. You're my naughty little minx, so when I say get on your knees then I expect you to get on your knees and thank me for my orders."
She crawled off the bed, sinking to her knees, all the while eyeing the one eyed monster that had ravaged her virgin hole.
"That's it." He taunted. "Now spread your legs wide for me, and put your arms behind your head. Your body is mine." Sitting on the bed he got the perfect view of her magnificent breasts, mesmerized as they moved up and down with her labored breathing. He couldn't help himself as he reached out and slapped them, Liza crying out in pain and pleasure. Leaning back he extended a foot and began to rub it against her cunt. She shivered in delight, trying to grind her hips against his foot. "Tell me, have you dreamt of me pleasuring you? Having my mouth against your dirty cunt, licking and sucking as you writhe and moan against me?"
"Yes." Liza moaned, trying to stop herself from cumming. He was scraping against her outer lips with the nail of his big toe, sometimes he would stroke her clit, and other times thrust into her with his foot.
"Would you like me to do so?" He asked. "For my rough tongue to trace your most sensitive spots. To lap at your juices?"
"Yes." Liza cried, her voice filled with need.
"Too bad!" He said crushing her hope. "A wench like you deserves nothing more than my foot." He began to stroke her faster, her moaning growing louder with every second. "What a dirty bitch." He teased. "Getting off on my foot alone."
"Please!" Liza whimpered. "Please let me cum."
He had been denying her for the past few minutes, every time she got close he would stop, and wouldn't allow her to finish. Her writhing form was granting him second wind as he felt himself growing erect once again.
"Cum." He commanded, and moments later felt her juices coating his foot. "You know with all the noise that we've been making, I'm surprised that no one's come to check in on us."
He saw the horror on her face as she realized that they both had been quite vocal in their coupling. "Luckily for you I know the perfect way to stop anything from escaping that pretty mouth." Getting off the bed he stood in front of her, his cock pointed right at her. "Suck it."
He shivered as her tongue tentatively touched the head of his cock. Timidly she licked at it, her rough tongue sending shivers through him, but it wasn't enough. "Do you want more?" He asked. She nodded, her face flushed in embarrassment. Gently, something that he hadn't done since the very beginning he took her head and moved her closer.
She pulled back for just a moment before she placed a kiss on it, slowly moving forward gradually taking it deeper and deeper. He could feel himself entering her throat, her gagging she struggled to take him entirely. He tried to pull her off, but she had grabbed hold of him and was refusing. Just as her face was turning blue she pulled back, taking huge gulps of air. "Are you okay?" He asked worryingly.
"I told you before, Urz." She explained. "I want it to hurt."
He hesitated, worried about her, but then saw the look in her eyes. She was stubborn and knew what she wanted. He had known her long enough that she wouldn't stop until she got exactly what she wanted. "I love you." He said placing a kiss on her brow.
She was confused for a moment, until she felt his hands gripping her hair painfully tight. "That's it Urz." She encouraged. "Just grab my head and force me closer. You want more from me don't you? Take it then! Use me, I'll be your toy all night long."
Grabbing his buttocks, she opened her mouth wide and pulled him towards her. Her tongue licked up and down the shaft, as he thrust into her throat. As he pulled her back she'd swirl it along the helmet, before diving back down.
Hissing in pleasure, as he dominated her mouth, suppressing the desire to just thrust in carelessly, to force himself, even though he knew that's what she wanted. They were just getting started and he didn't want to hurt her by doing something wrong. Gradually he began to pick up the pace, thrusting deeper and faster into her.
Eliza bobbed her head up and down, looking upwards towards her lover, watching, his reactions, enjoying how his breathing grew heavier with each lick of her tongue. At the same time she reveled in the power that she had over, the trust that he had shown in her. All it would take would be a single movement and she could have him screaming in exquisite pain.
"Uggghhh." Tigre moaned, feeling his dick hit the back of her mouth. He had only pushed a bit into her throat, before he was forced to pull back, feeling her gag once more. There were several more inches to go, and she wanted every inch of buried in her. "Relax." He whispered, slowly pushing himself into her throat. There were several whimpers of discomfort as he forced himself in, ignoring her protests. "You can do." He encouraged. "Relax, breathe through your nose."
It was slow going but finally he bottomed out, the tip of her nose resting against his pelvis. He looked down at his lover, and saw her eyes tearing as she learned how to breathe with her airway blocked. "Beautiful." He admired, running a hand down her cheek, removing himself from her.
A sultry smile blossomed on her face as she licked at her lips. "I love pleasing you." She whispered seductively, reaching up to fondle his balls. Massaging them with dexterous fingers, she lowered her head, and took a single long lick from his balls to the head of his cock. Engulfing the member he felt pressure on it as she sucked as hard as she could before pulling away with a pop. "Gods!" Urz groaned, feeling her dainty yet strong fingers wrap around his shaft and rapidly jerk him off. "Don't stop!"
"The sounds of your pleasure are making me go crazy." Eliza told, basking in the pleasure that she was inflicting on her partner. "I love sucking your cock. I love being able to taste myself on this magnificent tool." He could feel himself shivering as she continued to talk. "You're close aren't you baby? Don't hold back, I want it all over me."
Her words nearly drove him over the edge, but something stopped him. A burning desire that had flared to life since the moment he had seen naked earlier that night. "That's enough." He commanded, his voice making her freeze for a moment. It was long enough for him to take her and throw her back onto the bed. pouncing atop her stomach he slowly slid his cock in the valley between her breasts.
"What are you doing?" She asked confusedly.
"Shh, I've been wanting to do this." Urz answered, moving to place his dick in between her tits. She seemed to get the idea as she pushed her breasts together, enveloping his cock in the blissful warmth of her tits. He was large enough that several inches still stuck out towards her face, and every time he thrust forward she would give him a lick.
"This is heaven." Urz moaned, as he continued to move.
She was moving her tits up and down stimulating him as best as she could. "Oh year?" She taunted. "You like fucking my big tits?" He could feel the pressure begin to build once more, signaling his oncoming release. "Fuck them then, fuck them hard. Cum all over me, I want you to bathe me in your cum! I want everyone to know that I'm yours, for everyone woman to know that you're mine!" He pinched both her nipples eliciting a scream from her. "Oh that feels so good." She moaned. "Don't stop! Don't stop until you blow your load all over me."
Even with the overwhelming pressure building and the serious arousal that her words were causing, he could still feel himself tiring, as he thrust forward as quickly as he could. He continued to bury himself in her cleavage for several minutes before he felt like he had hit a wall. His thrusting grew less and less frenzied as he felt his peak approaching. "It's coming isn't it?" Eliza asked breathlessly. "Give me that cum honey, I want it in my mouth!"
"It's time I wash out that filthy mouth of yours." Urz grunted, taking her head between his hands and thrusting his cock into her dirty mouth as hard as he could. He was in her throat before she realized what was going on, struggling to breath as she hummed a tune her throat vibrating and sending shivers of pleasure through him. He throatfucked her for a minute before he felt the end approaching. "I'm going to cum!" He announced, pulling back until just the head was left in her mouth.
His dick spasmed as thick ropes of cum shot out and flooded her mouth with his warm and bitter seed. Her cries of ecstasy were muffled as he continued to shoot into her mouth, quickly filling it.
Panting he removed his dick with an audible pop. She sat up a sensual smile on her lips as she opened her mouth, letting him see it pooling there. She shot him a suggestive wink before closing her mouth, tilting her head back, and loudly swallowing it. "It tastes so much better from the source." She commented.
"Liza." He began only feel her hand against his chest pushing him away.
"We're not done yet." She said moving down to his dick once more. "I'm supposed to lick this clean." And lick it clean she did, taking long teasing laps with her tongue. By the time she had declared it clean he was rock hard again. Now on her hands and knees she positioned herself so that her ass was facing him. Lying forward she reached back, and spread her ass cheeks wide open her brown hole looking enticing. "There's one last thing for you to claim tonight." She said looking back at him challengingly. "Take it. My holes are yours to use whenever you want."
His mind shut off for several moments as he tried to process what exactly was going on. His body moved forward, his hand reaching into her pussy and scooping out a bit of cum and rubbing it on her asshole. Earlier he had been able to fit several fingers in, but his girth was considerably more than a few fingers.
Slowly he pressed himself against her, but she was too tight still, and he was unable to fit in even the head. "You need to relax." He said, stroking her back like she was a cat.
"I'm nervous." She said nervously, suppressing the urge to purr at his touch.
"We can stop now." Urz said. "You've done more than enough to show me your love."
"No!" Liza snapped, before saying in a smaller voice. "I don't want any of the other Vanadises to get their claws into you. I saw how Eleonora and her advisor looked at you. I'm the only one that can have you."
"You have nothing to worry about." Urz reassured her. "I love you, Liza, my beautiful and fiery wildcat."
"And I love you, Urz." They were both silent for a moment. "I want you to take it Urz. Thrust into me with reckless abandon. Ignore my screams and bury yourself into my virgin hole."
"Alright, I'll be gentle."
"Don't be!" Liza said passionately. "I want it hard, rough and fast. You wanted to do it right? Then take it!"
"It seems like my earlier attempt at washing out your mouth didn't work" Urz muttered.
"Then we'll need to try again later." She said shooting him a sultry smile. "For now though, get over here, and ram that big boy into me."
"What a sweet and sexy ass." Urz grinned digging his fingers into her firm and large bottom.
"Maybe you should spank it." Liza encouraged. "After all I've been a very, very naughty girl." He gave her a light swat. "Spank me Urz, hit me, don't worry I won't break!"
He wound up and brought his hand crashing down onto her ass cheek. She yelled in pain and pleasure, as a jolt ran through him and he got into it. He spanked her hard and fast alternating cheeks, soon her ass was cherry red and she was sobbing into the pillow.
"Shhh. It's okay." He said, rubbing his hands on her ass. "I've got just the thing to make you feel much better." Positioning himself once more, he pressed his head against her puckered asshole. If anything she had gotten tighter after his spanking as he struggled to insert the bulbous head in.
Whimpering and protesting, she buried her face into the pillow as Urz groaned and pushed. She had told him to take her, and nothing would stop him anymore. "You're my little minx aren't you?" He teased. "I'm going to be fucking this ass until you can't walk." He finally managed to insert the tip, her entire body stiffening as it tried to reject the intrusion. "This is so much tighter than your cunt." He commented, her screaming protests muffled by the pillow as he slowly buried more and more of his length into her anal passage.
Her muscles tried to stop him, clamping down in an attempt to stifle his movements but to no avail. "This is better than your cunt." He admitted enjoying how the muscles gripped him, massaging his bulging cockhead. With his head firmly entrenched he gripped her waist and pulled her towards him, moving her along each painful inch.
"Yeowch! It's never going to FIT!" She screamed, as her muscles were stretched to their absolute limit in an attempt to accommodate her lover's girth. It was painful, like nothing she had ever imagined, and only her desire to give him everything, for her to be number one in his heart gave her the strength to endure. She bit the pillow, her teeth savaging the fabric as Urz continued his invasion forcing more and more of himself into her tiny asshole. After several agonizing minutes she felt his hips resting against her supple ass, his entire length buried inside her.
"Shhh." Urz whispered. "You did good, my love. We can stop here."
"NO!" Liza commanded, a second or was it third wind filling her flooding her wearied body with strength. "Do it!"
He hesitated for just a moment before his grip on her waist turned almost painful. He withdrew from her slowly, ignoring her screaming protests, before slowly sliding back into her. Over and over he repeated this, trying to get her used to his presence. While a part of her was grateful at his care and desire not to cause her pain, the other more savage part of her wanted nothing more than for him to dominate her, to show her that she was his. "Faster Urz!" She demanded. "I'm not a porcelain doll! Ram it into me! Break me for any other man!"
That was the tipping point, as he bellowed and dragged her by her tiny waist, ramming his entire length into her in one go.
"AUUUUUUGGGGGHHHH!" She screamed, and he had no illusions to the fact that the entire palace must've heard her. Their hips met with an audible and painful smack, her body convulsing. "That's it Urz!" She yelled when her mind reset. "Harder! Fuck me harder!"
He obliged, as he used all his strength to fiercely hammer her tiny hole, slamming his entire length into her. Her once painful screams turned to one of ecstasy, as she screamed out profanities that would've had sailors blushing in embarrassment. Removing his hands from her waist he spanked her once again, enjoying the feeling of her tightening muscles every time he made contact with her ass.
Liza could feel her mind being driven to new pleasure heights, clouding her from thinking about anything but the sensations that Urz was forcing into her. If he kept it up she knew her mind would eventually break, and she didn't care! "Gods! It feels like you splitting me apart!" She muttered, meeting every thrust with her own movement. She was soon reduced to unintelligible grunting, riding the high that she was on.
"I'm going to cum!" Urz screamed in rapture.
"Do it! Fill me up!" She answered. He pulled out of her stretched asshole. "What?" She began only to scream as he buried himself into her cunt with one powerful stroke. "That's it. Fuck my tight cunt! Make me scream with that big dick of yours!"
"Uhhh." He grunted. "Here it comes!" He slammed his entire length as deeply as he could, the head butting right against her vulnerable womb. They both cried out as his hot cum blasted into her.
"Get on your back Urz, and don't take it out." It took a bit of careful maneuvering but he managed to get on his back, Liza atop him, clenching him tightly to prevent even a drop from spilling. She moved to cup his face with her hands. "I love you Urz." She said, kissing him gently.
"And I love you Liza." He answered, wrapping his arms around her. With his dick still buried inside her, she laid her head on his chest, his hand lazily alternating between stroking her head and running through her hair. "I didn't hurt you too badly did I?"
"No it was just right." She said contentedly. Though next time we'll try something more interesting. She thought, eyeing her viralt and wondering if it were better to use it as a whip or a rod. Maybe he can use it to shock me as well. Her mind was filled with lewd thoughts, as she snuggled up to him.
"Let's go to sleep. We'll probably be exhausted and unable to move tomorrow." He said.
"I don't think I'll be able to move anyway." She grinned, moving to cup his balls. "You really did a number on me."
"And you loved every second of it." He grabbed the nearby blanket and draped it over the two of them. "Good night my love."
"Good night to you, Urz."
They fell asleep there, two lovers joined as one, content smiles on their faces. Before he fell asleep though he made a promise to himself, that even if he regained his memories he would always love and cherish the woman laying with him.
Author's note: I can't believe that I just wrote over 8k words of pure smut. Tell me what you guys think as I tried to be a lot more descriptive and vocal with Eliza. This is without a doubt the longest chapter, as the 8k words of pure smut not counting the intro is almost double the entire chapter for Elen.