Dimitri is OOC. In this tale, he lets out his deepest desires and is less controlled around his Roza. Rose feels like her last strings tying her to the moroi world are about to snap. Follow the story of a man and woman filled with animalistic lust and their journey to happiness. Warning jealous, possessive Dimitri XD
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Chapter I:
He burst in the door like he'd expected to find us, and in that horrible moment, with him raging like a storm, I knew why Mason had called him a god. In the blink of an eye, he crossed the room and jerked Jesse up by his shirt, nearly holding the Moroi off the ground.
"What's your name?" barked Dimitri.
"J-Jesse, sir. Jesse Zeklos, sir."
"Mr. Zeklos, do you have permission to be in this part of the dorm?"
"No, sir."
"Do you know the rules about male and female interactions around here?"
"Yes, sir."
"Then I suggest you get out of here as fast as possible before I turn you over to someone who will punish you accordingly. If I ever see you like this again"—Dimitri pointed to where I cowered, half-dressed, on the couch—"I will be the one to punish you. And it will hurt. A lot. Do you understand?"
Jesse swallowed, eyes wide. None of the bravado he usually showed was there. I guess there was "usually" and then there was being held in the grip of a really ripped, really tall, and pissed-off Russian guy "Yes, sir!"
"Then go." Dimitri released him, and, if possible, Jesse got out of there faster than Dimitri had burst in. My mentor then turned to me, a dangerous glint in his eyes. He didn't say anything, but the angry, disapproving message came through loud and clear.
And then it shifted. It was almost like he'd been taken by surprise, as he'd never noticed me before. Had it been any other guy, I would have said he was checking me out.
As it was, he was studying me. Studying my face, my body. And I suddenly realized I was only in jeans and a bra—a black bra at that. I knew perfectly well that there weren't a lot of girls at this school who looked as good in a bra as I did. Even a guy like Dimitri, one who seemed so focused on duty and training and all of that, had to appreciate that. And, finally, I noticed that a hot flush was spreading over me and that the look in his eyes was doing more to me than Jesse's kisses had.
Dimitri was quiet and distant sometimes, but he also had a dedication and an intensity that I'd never seen in any other person. I wondered how that kind of power and strength translated into…well, sex. I wondered what it'd be like for him to touch me and—shit! What was I thinking? Was I out of my mind?
Embarrassed, I covered my feelings with attitude. "You see something you like?" I asked.
His head snapped up from staring at my bra to my face.
I flinched from his glare. His eyes had gone almost black and gone was his usual stoic expression to an almost wild look.
I looked away from the intensity of his face to search for my shirt, hidden somewhere on the back of the sofa.
The flushness from my neck down had traveled further when I heard a click by the only exit. My heart pounded loudly, almost causing deafness. I swallowed as I got up from my spot to crawl behind the couch to grab my top.
A gasp fell from my lips as I felt muscular arms envelop me from behind. I stiffened feeling his weight above me and a very obvious bulge poking my backside.
I lifted my head to try to see his face and I almost wish I hadn't.
Dimitri looked wild. His eyes darkened, hair covering part of his face, and lips pulled to a sneer. I shivered from the look and attempted to shove him off, but unfortunately, the six-foot-seven Russian was plenty stronger than my five-foot-five frame.
He rubbed his hard-on onto my ass and used his left hand to grope my breasts.
"Oh, Gah!" I've had plenty of other guys touch my goods. I've done foreplay with a handful. Some were better than others. Dimitri was something completely different.
He's the oldest guy I've ever had manhandle me and the biggest.
Dimitri grabbed my wrists, shoving my bra-clad boobs to the floor. He uses his other hand to keep my hips lifted in the air, "Owe!" I moaned feeling the hard wood against my breasts.
Smack
I jumped from the sudden spank, "What are you doing?!"
Smack
"Shit!" That hurt worse than the first. I wiggled around trying to free myself from this awkward position, but it seemed to encourage Dimitri more.
Smack
"Stop!" I cried out, feeling the bruising beginning to form on my cheeks.
Smack
Tears welled up as I felt another slap. Why was he doing this? I was only acting like other teenagers. So, what if I wanted to mess around with a good-looking guy?
Dimitri gave me more spankings. Each is harder than the last. With each hit I felt myself fighting to move away from him, already expecting the next hit, and each time his hand made contact it seemed to excite him more.
After the twentieth or so smack he paused the mark making. I could hear the sound of a zipper becoming undone and my eyes widened, already knowing his intentions, "Wait! No please!"
Dimitri leaned his body over mine, refusing to release my arms as he growled into my ear, "Why? You were about to give yourself to Zecklos. Why shouldn't I be able to take what's mine?"
This man was full of surprises, "Yours?" Since when did I become his property? Instead of answering he grabbed my hair with his free hand, yanking it back, "No one is allowed to touch you, Roza."
He turned my head to give me a tongue-filled kiss, with lots of teeth clashing, and nibbling on his side. This was probably the best kiss of my life. It was filled with authority and experience. The last thought caused a wave of jealousy to pass through me and encouraged me to kiss him back just as hard.
I think I lost my mind. One moment I want him off the next I'm encouraging the man.
He releases my lips, allowing us to breathe once again. He caught his breath before I did and began trailing his lip down my neck. Dimitri let go of my arms finally, which fell limply off the dusty floor. He chuckled at me before pushing my bra under my boobs and pinching the nubs, "No one," he flicked and pulled my nips harshly, "except me Roza."
My ass which was still slightly raised began to slump down. This guy was turning me into jello.
Dimitri trailed his hands down, unbuttoning my jeans, and pushing my pants below the hips.
My breath caught as he dipped two of his colossal fingers into my nether regions, "Oh Fuck Dimitri," I moaned at his fingers pushing their way into my hole, "Don't stop!" I gasped feeling him add another finger.
My body twitched in pleasure, already feeling the familiar coils inside my lower belly.
"I don't plan to baby," He moved them out and inside me erratically, and then used my juices to coat my little nub. His thumb began to circle my sensitive spot, "You're so wet my little Roza. Is this all for me?" he asked me.
Dimitri must be impatient, because he didn't even allow me a second to answer, "It better be for only me Roza." Someone's jealous. Can't judge, since I'm the same.
I moaned again when he shifted my body again, booty in the air and boobs back to supporting my upper body's weight.
Dimitri pulled his fingers out trying to remove my pants. He seemed pretty agitated as he couldn't get my tight jeans fully off. In the next second, I heard them tear, "Dimitri!" I complained.
"They were in the way." He said simply before kicking off his own pants and likely underwear. Hmmm, I wonder if he's a boxers or briefs kind of man.
I felt his naked erection rubbing against my anus and my vulva. I gulped, wondering if this was it. I felt frozen, unbelieving that this older man was about to take my virtue. I almost asked him to stop, but something told me even if I had asked, he was already too far gone.
My hands were still sprawled on the floor. I debated lifting myself, but before I could find the energy Dimitri pushed his dick inside of my pussy.
I gasped, trying to move away again, but succeeded. Fuck. He was huge. It felt bigger than any guy I've ever given head to or allowed anal. I cursed when he moved slightly out, only to shove himself back inside. My body twitched as he repeated the process until he was balls deep inside.
Dimitri threw out a bunch of Russian words and I highly suspected they were some forms of profanity.
He pumped slowly at first, allowing my walls to feel him fully. It felt incredible. Like I was swallowing him with every stroke.
While one handheld my ass up the other went back down to my nub. He played around with the button, pushing his thumb down, circling, and pinching. I moaned louder than before, urging my insides to hold on a little longer.
Dimitri released my nub and used both his hands to pull my legs further apart. He leaned on his knees, sitting up, as he yanked me backward and forward. My pussy was loving every second, my boobs not so much.
I closed my eyes trying to ignore the pressure on my breasts and tried to concentrate on what the Russian God was doing to my body down below instead.
I could hear every slap, as his balls met my skin. I felt his hands moving from my knees to my thighs, and back up to my ass cheeks. He pulled me to sit on his lap, with his hands unable to decide from squeezing my ass to holding onto the back of my knees.
"Fuck Roza!" He groaned, looking down at me and gazing at my bouncing breasts, "Next time I need to have a mirror ready. You're so sexy."
Next time? So, this wasn't a one-time thing. Good to know.
He sat his ass down and pulled my legs up with one arm, while his other hand worked on my nub again. I cried out when he smacked my clit, "No!" Even though I said no, my body was reacting to the abuse and Dimitri sensed it too, because he continued slapping my button.
I so wanted to look down to see what he could. My boobs sadly were too big, covering my view completely. Dimitri stopped his abuse of my clit, to begin with my breasts.
He shifted my legs, so each arm pulled one completely up, and his hands still managed to grab a boob each and pull. It seemed like he played tug of war with them, not willing for them to escape his embrace. I wish I could say his huge hands could cup one fully, but the truth was that my breasts were too big. When he gripped my boobs, they still managed to bulge out.
"I love these," He says, while foundling my breasts, "I think they need a little color, don't you?" I moaned once he began squeezing them like he wanted them to pop and slap each other.
Dimitri quickened his pace when he felt my walls constricting his beef. He knew I was about to burst. He continued playing with my boobs, even bending his bead down, and lifting them so he could suck on the nipples.
"Fuck, Dimitri." I shuddered as my climax finally came. I wrapped my arms around his neck, as he continued to pump inside of me, "Kiss me?"
He released my breasts to shove his tongue down my throat. I rode my wave and felt my sensitivity increase as his hands moved down again. He circled my tiny hard clit with one hand and used the other to push a finger into my butt.
Crying out into his mouth I came again and this time he followed. I felt his cum inside of me, making me slick and sticky as he kept pumping. Our juices fall out and make a wet popping noise with every pump.
I released his lips to hold him close as I felt my pussy pulse. We breathed heavily as we tried to gather energy. My head rolled to the side and his lips trailed kisses all around. His hands massaged my breasts gently, unable to keep them off.
After about five- or six-minutes Dimitri sighs, "That was amazing." I hummed in contentment with my eyes closed.
He slowly tried to pull me off of him and I winced as he was still half erect and let me tell you he was nowhere near average size even with half an erection.
Dimitri got up, pulling me with him, allowing my weight to lean on him. He laid me on the sofa while he got his clothes. I was too relaxed to change, but Dimitri tried to help me after he was done.
"The pants are the only issue," he says once he gets my bra fixed and shirt on.
"Whose fault is that?" I huffed lifting my legs and seeing the jeans in shreds and panties missing.
Dimitri spanked my bottom lightly, reminding me of the beating from earlier, "Owe!"
He rolled his eyes, "Stop showing me your pussy or we won't be leaving anytime soon.
"Well, " I began, opening them up just a bit, "You could show me who's the boss again, Mr. Belikov," I said sultry.
"Don't temp me, Roza. You're already black and blue," He spanked my swollen pussy, causing me to yelp and close my legs back up.
Dimitri got up and checked outside and down the stairs before motioning me to follow. He had me wait in the stairwell to make sure no one was out on my floor, before pulling me to my room. The room I had left open earlier since I wasn't expecting to be long with Jesse. I've had him play with me a few years back and if he's still as selfish as he was it would've ended after a few minutes.
I removed my clothing and threw them in the dirty hamper, half forgetting Dimitri in the room, till he growled, "Roza, what am I gonna do with you?"
"Play with me?" I joked, walking over to the bathroom. I stuck my head out the door to remind him, "Don't you have patrol duty?" I winked at him before shutting the door and stepping into the shower.