The Broken Throne

Matilda just blinked a bit as he spoke, listening quietly to his rather simple words. It seemed that he wasn't much for silence, but also didn't have any idea on what to say. When he asked if he should leave, she wondered if it was better for them to part for the night. They had laid together earlier after all. Though she did enjoy his company and his warmth, it might just be better if they parted for the night...Well, she thought that until another loud clash of thunder sounded outside.

Squeaking loudly and she jumped, mostly into Vladimir, she clung tightly to him and buried her face into his chest without a second thought. It took her a minute to realize her actions, a blush crawling onto her cheeks with embarrassment. She made no move to pull back or let go, instead speaking into his chest slowly.

"I'd like it if you stayed...If you won't mind..." She said weakly as she gave another jolt as another boom from the storm filled the room.
 
The boom of thunder made Vladimir's head turn to one of the ginormous windows of her room. He'd forgotten about the storm until now. The reminder made him feel all the more soothed now. Storms were nature's symphonies. If he were at all creative minded, he would make poetry about it.

"Very well then," he replied to the girl hiding into his chest. With a smirk on his face, he petted along her spine with his right hand while the other arm stayed wrapped around her. It was innocence to him. The only people he knew to be afraid of thunder and lightning were children. Children were the epitome of purity, in his eyes.

Keeping his legs tucked underneath himself was getting uncomfortable. So, he brought him and Matilda up from the floor slowly and steadily. A few seconds were taken to adjust his clothing, out of habit, before he stood in front of her with a thoughtful expression. The robe he wore was taken off, exposing the brown pants and white shirt he had on. After draping the garment over a chair, he looked to the window again.

Vladimir felt like he should say something to her, or suggest they do something with their evening. He didn't know what, though. The adviser was flustered now. Normally, he was confident and if he was in the mood: dominant. But now, he felt vulnerable. If he let too much more time pass, he'd lose his strength completely.

Maybe if he kissed her?

Shrugging inwardly at the idea, he looked to the queen and took her by the hand. In the span of a moment, he had her backed against the curtain covered window that had shadows of raindrops displayed from the fire in the room. With his body pinning hers, he squished their lips together while his hands settled at her waist.
 
"Thank you..." She said softly as she continued to lean into him.

For someone that had appeared to be so cold before he was a very kind man, letting her literally lean on him for comfort from the storm raging outside her window. She let him help her up, the jumpy queen sticking close to her adviser as he adjusted his clothing. She gave a small smile at him, mostly to try and show that was him staying really a kindness in her eyes. She rubbed her hands lightly, warming them a bit as some cold had taken them over.

Though as he took her hand, she looked up at him blinking a bit as he gently lead her backwards until she touched her back against the curtain and then glass of the windows. She could hear the patter of rain in her ears, soundly lightly and then heavily as the wind moved this way and that outside, there was even some rattling if it was blowing right against the glass.

With his lips upon her's, she was putty in his hands, blushing and weakly returning the gesture to him as much as she could muster. Small hands reached out and grabbed onto his shirt, letting him keep her pinned there against the window without much of a care. Who was she to ask for anything when he just seemed to know what was best? Especially in moments like this. However, she did remember that he said she could be in charge the next time for her doing as he had requested in the bath before dinner.

Pushing back from the kiss, their lips parting slowly as she found herself lingering even though she was the one trying to end it, she looked up at Vladimir for a moment before looking down at his chest. Her cheeks were flushed again, though mostly with embarrassment at the idea of make a request related to when they laid together.

"I...Vladimir...I-if it is alright...Could we, this time...Remain in the bedroom?...On the bed? A-and also...also possibly...not be so...fast and strong? I-I mean...It is all very nice but...I find much of it...to be a blur...so...if we could...please..." She stumbled softly, her eyes darting around to anywhere but his face as she tried to express her desires.
 
Vladimir looked down at her when their faces separated and she began to request something of him. He waited as patiently as he could; she was speaking awfully slow. If she weren't the queen, he would have been openly irritated and demanded that they get to the point so his time wouldn't be wasted. For her, though, he listened intently.

The woman asked that their intimacy be more tame this time around. Believe it or not, Vlad was inexperienced in that department. When it came to sex, he did it to cure stress, boredom, and rage. Laying with a woman because he loved her just wasn't something he ever did. Probably because he never loved anybody before. Reading fantasies on romance wasn't exactly a hobby of his, either. There was no example he could possibly follow right now. It flustered him.

"You may wish this to be a blur, then. I have no clue how to 'make love', as it's called," he tried to explain, feeling helpless, dumb and stressed all over again. His apprehension didn't mean he wasn't going to, though. Vladimir was in fact leaving her towards the bed, though he seemed absolutely focused on the issue at hand.

"It's said that feelings can guide you, but my feelings are too confusing," he admitted, smiling sheepishly. He couldn't very well act on instinct like most lovers could. There still existed that gray side of him that resented Matilda's position of power. He wanted to hate her, he wanted to love her. The passion just needed to fuel the right one! With that shy smile still on his face, he reminded her of something important:

"And command me more confidently next time, if you don't mind. If a queen's voice is hush and shaky, her subjects and servants will doubt her. I encourage you to practice this on me, who won't let doubt get the better of him."

After swallowing a lump that formed in his throat, Vladimir took the woman back into his arms and slowly laid her down against the bed. He stood in the space between her legs, at the edge of the bed, while he lowered himself so the tips of their noses touched. Lightly, his lips pecked along her jaw line. As nervous as he was, he wasn't one to disobey either. Matilda's words were his to follow.
 
Matilda was surprised to hear him say that he was not familiar with love making, seeing how he had so easily done all of those things to her without a second thought about them. Maybe it was just the way be made love, as rough and quick as it was. Still, the idea of something slow and rememberable was strong and she longed for it terribly. At the mention of his feelings, she sort of understood where he was coming from, as her own feeling were causing her much confusion. Still though, she knew that this was something she yearned for.

He seemed to be following out her request though as he took her to the bed, his arms wrapping around her as he mentioned that she should speak more strongly. A blush coated her cheeks at this comment, mostly because of her shy nature. She could not help it much though, she was not some strong willed fighter, she was barely a queen in her mind. However, if he thought that it would be best for her then she would try, he was her adviser for a reason after all.

As he held her and laid her back, she watched him silently, her eyes closing as he face moved into her's. Their noses touched for only a second before he moved his lips along her jaw, his body standing between her legs as lay there upon the silken sheets. Her hands reached out, more confident this time, and gripped onto his shirt as a light sigh slipped from her lips. Even when he was doing something he was unfamiliar with, he made her breathless. This man did not realize what true skill he had.

"Vladimir...Kiss me." She said, smoothly this time, though still softer than any queen should speak.
 
Like she wished, Vladimir moved his lips over to kiss her. The pecks he made on her jaw trailed towards her mouth, where he claimed her lips for a kiss. There was nothing vigorous about it. Vlad kept it simple, soft, sweet... That seemed like the best decision for what she desired from him. All in all, he was grateful for the demand. He felt silly for needing guidance, though.

As they kissed, his hands roamed along her body wherever they could reach. The amount of space between them was limited due to the death grip she had on his shirt. There was just enough room for his fingertips to undo the fine laces of her dress, though. The front of it was untied so that her breasts would spring from the constrictions of clothing. Immediately, he fondled the two mounds of flesh, his palms rubbing against the hardening peaks.

Vladimir was being over whelmed with ecstasy now. His pants felt too small suddenly as his erection grew. The complications of love and other emotions he struggled with were fading away, for another time to be pondered. He wanted to pleasure this woman in the ways she wanted, and to feel good himself. His healthy libido would assure that.

The kiss was put on pause for a moment. Vladimir's face left hers so he could join her on the bed. He took a seat at the edge and helped Matilda up before leading her over to his lap, her dress still open in the front but otherwise still on her. He had her so a leg was positioned at either side of him. Now, her body was at a most beautiful view for him, right before his eyes. All the better, he felt he'd have better control this way. With her sitting on him, he'd be less tempted to 'wreck her body' as some called it, and she'd be in position to dominate him if she ever felt the need to. All he knew was that he wanted to let her have what she wanted.

With his face directly in front of her luscious bosom, he took a firm hold of each breast and pressed them together while rubbing his thumbs over the nipples. As well, he put his mouth in between them, enjoying the feel and scent of them squishing that part of his face. Vlad kissed the flesh and ran his tongue along it, his cock getting all the stiffer. She'd probably be able to feel it against her pelvis from where she sat.

There was something genuinely exciting about taking it slow. He noticed fine details about Matilda that he never noticed before.
 
She returned the kiss with great desire as soon as their lips met, her hands gripping even more tightly upon his shirt as he hovered above her. Now this was what she wanted, the feeling of hips lips on her's in a strong kiss but not too strong. It was soft and sweet but still firm with desire from both of them. Even with the limited space between their forms, he found a way to free her chest from her clothing, her breasts bouncing out of their containment rather clumsily as the ribbons were undone. It seemed that with that weight she had gained from her new eating had ended up a few inches up from their intended target, though she doubted Vladimir would notice...or even mind for that matter.

It wasn't much of a change though, but she was personally certain that her chest felt slightly more weighted since she had started out as queen. Or maybe now that she was actually laying with someone she was suddenly more aware of her own body. Either way, the touch upon her nipples and breasts was enough to make her moan out into his lips. She shivered for a moment before he pulled back from the kiss, her eyes opening to a slightly dazed state.

As he moved around, pulling her along, she found herself moved into his lap, her breasts level with his face. Her legs rested upon the mattress on either side of his hips, her own resting just above his pelvis. She shivered as he hands grabbed onto her breasts yet again, the feeling of his face pressed into the sensitive flesh as he kissed and licked at the skin there making her want more. Her cheeks darkened as she felt his own urges press up into her, her body naturally rubbing up against him as he touched her. It was almost out ofher control really, these movements her body was making. But at the same time she didn't think to stop herself from rocking her hips or not letting her hands move to his hair and holding him close to her body. It all was just so right...
 
Vladimir purred against her breasts as she ground against him. Somewhere beneath the fluff of her dress, he could feel her pelvis twisting about. This entire moment was sexy to him. The only women who sat on his lap this way weren't nearly as decent, wealthy or beautiful. It was a thrill, really. Having the kingdom's leader right here on top of him...

He held back the urge to rip off her clothes and bend her over right in front of him. His wild imagination kept encouraging it, but he reminded himself she was the boss. To distract himself better, Vlad let one of his hands leave her breasts to work elsewhere. While it slowly ran down her torso, his fingertips nimbly undid anything they could find to make her dress looser. This went on until he came to her lower back, where his hand immediately jumped from to get a handful of her rear.

With his lips wrapped around one of her nipples, his other hand jumped from her chest to his self. Vladimir was already very hard. Carefully, he used his freed hand to tug at his pants a little. He managed to wiggle himself free just enough to let his erection spring free from its trap. While making a sloppy lick across her bosom with his tongue, he squeezed his hold on her butt and pushed her forward. Vlad's member slipped beneath her dress so it could be directly between her legs, rubbing against her panty covered sex.

Not too long after, his right hand was under her dress, too. He was able to fondle her rear with less fabric in his way. Better yet, he could slip his hand right in. So, he did. Vladimir slid his hand past the waistband of her underwear so his hand could knead at the bare flesh. All the while, his fingertips would tease at her anus. Maybe he'd penetrate, maybe he wouldn't. He couldn't let any session go without his teasing.
 
Matilda found herself growing fond of this feeling, her on top of his lap wiggling this way and that and rubbing upon him as he worked at her breasts and teased her. There was something both exciting and yet smooth about it, it certainly was the first time her clothing had stayed on this long. It seemed though that even at this new and slow pace, clothing were just going to come of as fast as they came off before hand, though not nearly as rough. One of Vladimir's hands strayed away from her breasts and moved down her waist and back, undoing anything that kept her already loose dress from falling.

A gasp left her thought, followed by a jolt of her body as his hand suddenly groped her behind. A moan followed after and she only clung to his head more, pressing her breasts into his face as she enjoyed the feel of his lips upon her nipples. She felt movement under her though and before she could even try to glance down, something very hard came springing up and under her dress, rubbing her through her soaked panties. A blush coated her cheeks as he pulled her closer, her own body grinding up into him as she let out a weak sigh. For some reason, it just felt right to be vocal in this moment, as if silence would be insulting.

She panted as he slipped his hand into her panties and started to tease her behind, only making the eager woman squirm more on top of him. It was starting to become a little much. Though she requested that he be slower, which he was, she found that there was something...well, missing. As she pressed into him again she realized that he was still mostly dressed, save for the slipping down of his pants. In her stomach, there was a sudden urge to feel his skin, like she had so many times before. However, Vladimir was obviously distracted with his own tasks and not about to pause to pull off a shirt.

"And command me more confidently next time, if you don't mind. If a queen's voice is hush and shaky, her subjects and servants will doubt her. I encourage you to practice this on me, who won't let doubt get the better of him."

She blinked slowly, shivering a bit as she remembered those words from not so long ago. She wanted this, she wanted to feel his skin and just the palm of his hand was not enough. With a shifting of her hands to his shoulders she panted slightly before suddenly pushing him back and pinning him down. It wasn't much of a pin, just on his shoulders, and he could easily push back. However, as she stared down at him with bright rest cheeks and lusty eyes, a bit of nervousness in them, she gave a rough tug on his shirt.

"Off...Now..."
 
Vladimir loved to feel her tremble at his touch. The man himself was shivering, too. He was so deeply in love with her curvy figure and her voice. In fact, the more she moved and moaned for him, the more excited his hands were. Vlad was ready to tug at her panties so he could make her insides feel good. By now, she had to be so wet. He swore he could feel it soaking her underwear as it rubbed against his exposed member.

Everything was thrown out of his control, though. Vlad's hands fell to the mattress with the rest of his body. He thought that he lost his balance, but it appeared Matilda... Pushed him? With awe struck eyes, he watched her climb over him to pin his shoulders down. He couldn't help the sudden feelings taking him over. Vlad felt harder than before, evidently seduced by her act of dominance. His eyes were glued onto her breasts as they hung there magnificently above him, just asking to be touched again.

"Off...Now..."

Her words sent a chill up his spine. Never in the time he'd been advising her had he heard her voice in this way. It turned him on more than she knew. Somewhere in his mind, there was a small laugh. He must have taken too long in undressing himself in his attempt to slow things down.

"Of course, my queen," he whispered to her. Like she demanded, he took it right off. With haste, he pulled the shirt up over his head and tossed it to an edge of the bed.
 
The moment his shirt was off, Matilda moved in. Laying on him almost at this point, she pressed her chest up against his as her face moved in close. With a need she seemed to be losing control of, she kissed him, taking note from their last kisses and quickly deepening it. However, for the fact that she did not want this to become some rush of a moment, it was a slow one, continuing on until she had to lessen the kiss and breath. Not once she she pulled back from him though, not at all. Skin on skin, she pressed into him as her hands slipped from his shoulders and wrapped gently around his head, cradling it almost as she just rest on top of him.

There was something terribly satisfying with having him just obey her, not question or thinking of her demand but just doing it. All her life it had been full of people asking her if that was what she meant, even into her time as a queen. No one trusted her choices and some even voice how they weren't sure if it was the best decision. Vladimir though...he truly just listened, that that alone made her want to thank him...somehow. Though in this moment, she wasn't sure what would be a good way to thank him...after all, he was the one who dominated usually, even now he was the one who lead them to end up on the bed and start touching her and licking...her...

Pulling back from the kiss, she looked down at him with a thoughtful expression. It was work a shot, certainly couldn't be too hard and he had done it for her...Who was she to not return the favor? And as she remembered, it was a wonderful feeling. She slipped from her perch over his hips, her body moving off of him and the bed. Her dress caught onto his standing member, making her blush and move it to the side before kneeling as she remembered him doing just before dinner...right between his legs.

Though she had only touched it once, it was rather impressive to look at. Then again, it was the only one she had ever seen before. Reaching out, she grabbed into it gently, mostly exploring it with her fingertips. The motion was probably teasing to him, as she rubbed the tip and shaft over and over again in slow motions. But she wasn't completely certain how to deal with it, after all, females and males were very different, she couldn't take his approach at all...well, at least not completely. A small pout took her lips, as if she was trying to figure this out on her own and not with any of Vladimir's help. She couldn't be dependent upon him forever. Blushing more with embarrassment for her lack of knowledge, she found herself leaning into his legs and mostly glaring at his member in thought, as if that would answer all of her curious questions...
 
When Matilda kissed him, he fondly kissed her back. This instance seemed to last a long time. She kept their lips connected until they needed to part in order to breathe better. His mind felt thrilled by it. There was something pleasing about kissing a woman until you were breathless, though with the queen it was all the more enjoyable.

Curiously, he watched her get off of him in pursuit of... Something. She was quite unpredictable during this hour, he noticed. Matilda moved along, sheepishly moving her dress when it caught onto his erection. At that, Vladimir made a half smile. He likened that moment to his body asking her to stay. Without Matilda, he felt cold and useless. That was the truth of life, really. Without his majesty, he had no purpose in life.

Much to his surprise, Matilda was beginning to pleasure his hard member. From her simple touch, he hissed out a breath of air. It didn't matter so much that she was unpracticed. Any amount of affection he could get there was welcomed. It was a sad, but true fact of some men. There were some that would do almost anything just to be stroked...

When he adjusted his vision, he noted how... Lost she looked. In fact, she was glaring at his sex. She was inexperienced, he understood. Making that look risked him going soft again, though. So, he felt he should do something.

Leaning up a little, he reached out for her hand so he could guide it. His hand closed around her fingers after positioning them on the shaft, then he made up and down motions to help her along. Vladimir groaned at the feeling, ignoring the fact he was touching himself with this woman. If he didn't teach her, how would she learn for the future?

When he felt she had a good idea on what she was doing, Vlad laid back down, obviously vulnerable to her hands. Pre-cum pooled at the head and he had to bite his lower lip to keep from making too much noise. Vlad was stubborn in that way.

Vladimir was all the more turned on now. She took the reigns of this evening's session and was now delivering some of the best feelings to him. "A-Ah, yo-your highness..."
 
In that small moment, Matilda was grateful that Vladimir could read her so well. When he took her hand, she blinked a bit in surprise. She had been so focused on his member that she had forgotten that he was still very much able to touch her right back. Blushing as his hand guided her own, she looked up at him as a groan slipped from his throat. So that was how he enjoyed it, thinking now it made sense as he did move back and forth during all of the times they laid together. She felt a bit silly then, but shook it off and continued from where he left her off. This was no time to feel foolish, inexperience was normal and she needed to be shown things...And now that she knew them, she could used them.

Her hand wasn't fast, nor was it harsh or sloppy. She seemed to be doing it as though she was taking care of something fragile, and in a way she truly was. Steadily, she moved her hand over his shaft, her grip a soft but firm hold. Her other hand found it's way to the base, gripping it if only to make it easier for her other hand to move. She glanced up to check the look on his face, noting that he seemed to be fighting with himself a bit. It seemed that she was doing it right then, or he would have asked her to stop...at least she hoped he would.

Looking back down at his member, she paused a moment and blinked. It was...leaking? Thinking about it, her education was not completely limited about the purpose of the male parts, but she certainly did not expect leakage. Was that normal? She wasn't sure, this was her first really close observation of the body part. As she looked over it she remembered her own wetness, a small squish sounded as she shuffled a bit. Was this his version? It was possible...Though that thought only reminded her of what else he had done.

A blush coated her cheeks, her stroking hand slowly moving down his member to grip the base with the other. Fair was fair, at least that was what she was saying in her mind. Her chest and her pelvis were just screaming at her to try...to fulfill some hidden urge that was bubbling to the surface. Slowly she leaned in, hesitant only because she did not want to do something wrong. Closing her eyes she took a deep breath...

LICK

The motion was slow, and long, dragging over the tip and taking all of the ooze that had come from it. She gave a shudder, though not of displeasure but of enjoyment. She understood why Vladimir had been so strong when he had done this to her body. Becoming more exploratory, she started to move her tongue along the shaft, her lips barely brushing him as she moved her head around, simply just stroking him with the soft and strangely long muscle that she had in her mouth.
 
Vladimir's mind was unable to process a single thought. He was dizzy, but in a good way. The man laid there, all of his limbs spread out while occasionally twitching with pleasure from her hand job. The need for release built quickly in his body. Vlad suppressed it all with pure willpower so that he wouldn't be embarrassed by such a premature happening.

A slight jump was made eventually, in response to the motion of her tongue along the tip of his member. Vladimir let out a cry and raised his hips, like his body parts all had a mind of their own. Matilda's tongue felt fantastic, likely second to that sweet, moist spot between her legs. He had to set a hand over his mouth to hide his whimpering, his face now a deep shade of pink from a mixture of emotions. His hand muffled his moans that could not be silenced. What else was she going to do!?

As she picked up the pace, learning quickly how this sort of thing worked, he got closer and closer to giving up on being quiet. His hand fell from his mouth, thudding against the mattress. Vlad's chest heaved up and down with his hot, heavy breaths while his fingers gripped at the sheets whenever she hit a good spot with her tongue.

With his eyes wide open, he was mesmerized by the shadowy image of them created by the fireplace. The silhouette told him exactly what was going on below his waist. Vladimir was drawn to it, his hands absently reaching out towards her head. His fingers tangled with her hair, tugging gently every so often whenever a wave of ecstasy crashed over him.
 
Matilda was enjoying those noises she made, more than she probably should. They were airy and hungry and desperate for more, reminding her of her own reactions to his touch. It seemed that no matter how strong someone could be, there were still things that could bring forth their weakest parts. As he muffled himself, she found her heart skipping a beat, now it was he would was going to have them found! It made her want to pause and tease him, but she was very certain that just stopping would just be too cruel.

Her hands started to pump him once more and her mouth stayed on the tip, her hands moving a bit quicker thanks to the addition of her saliva. Her hands were firm and steady as her tongue flicked over the tip, her lips wrapped around it to keep it from slipping away from her. She did her best to breath through her nose, though on occasion she'd breath through her mouth and suck upon the tip, the action unintentional. As her tongue wiggled over him, she kept moving closer and closer, her body as close as one could be when kneeling on the floor in between someone's legs.

She paused in her licking and light sucking though as his hands tangled in her hair, her eyes glancing up at his laid back form and letting out a breath of air from her nose as he tugged lightly upon her long locks. She only moved in more, her body pressed up against one leg as her breast pressed upon his groin, rubbing up against his sack as she shifted. There was something really nice about that, the feel of his hands holding her head, a silent begging to keep doing what she was. Suddenly picking up her pace, she wished to pleasure him as he had done for her, to being him to the point where the light would blind him and only bliss reigned.

Her hands quickened, her tongue rubbed harder and her head leaned into his hands, showing that she didn't care what he did, as long as he enjoyed her workings she would be content.,
 
The entire situation was driving Vladimir mad. Every knot that represented his controlling and stubborn nature came undone and now the ropes drifted freely, sporadically. He was very vocal in letting her know how good he was feeling, as much as he wanted to be quiet. The rhythms of her affections seemed unending, constantly making his body twitch and twist.

Vlad felt this burning desire, suddenly, to fight her for dominance. To show her that he couldn't be so easily leashed, especially without consequence. The one fact of life that saved her was that she was the queen. He wouldn't want to upset her or ruin this moment they were sharing together. Matilda mentioned that there were memories to be made of romantic experiences. So that's what he'd try for.

There was a mess of her saliva, his pre-cum, and he sweat in his pelvic area. Vlad took notice to that when he focused his mind on what her mouth was currently doing. He was getting weaker with each few seconds. That tiny bit of control he had left in holding back his orgasm was vanishing, and he knew it.

His hands held tighter onto her hair, strands messily fizzing through the cracks of his fingers. With a deep moan, he raised his hips to push his member farther into her mouth with care to not gag her. He came then, bits of it flowing past her lips and down his shaft. When he released the last of the warm, sticky liquid he rested his rear back on the bed.

Vladimir panted there in the bed, his fingers trembling as they dropped from her hair. In between his breaths, he was hoarsely apologizing to her for making such a mess in the vicinity of her precious little face. His eyes were closed and he was still for the most part, just working on sobering himself from the high of sexual bliss.
 
Matilda knew it was going to happen sooner or later, but she had not been expecting to happen right then. As he gripped her hair tightly and pushed his member further into her mouth, she blinked with surprise in her eyes. As he unloaded his seed into her mouth she clumsily drank it, if only to keep herself from choking. She pulled from his grip though as he was near his head, gasping a bit for air as he coated her face in the remains. Flushed in the face and blinking with shock, she sat there on the floor as Vladimir panted out a weak apology for is actions.

There was no need to be sorry, it was expected after all. However, she was slightly in shock of what it was doing to her body. The aroma and smell of him was heavy, especially since most of his load had been poured into her mouth. The taste was strong and salty, but tolerable. It made her stomach twist into excited knots as her sex gave a needy squeeze. A hand moving up to wipe her face slowly, she opened her mouth and panted a bit, each breath causing a new wave of his scent to hit her.

She stayed silent as she sat there, her mind a haze as her body was only turned on more by his taste and smell. Eyes hazy she wiped her face on her dress sleeve, her cheeks still red as she remained on the floor. She felt weak, but not a tired weak. Her legs felt powerless and limp as her blood was flowing towards her core. Hair handing over her shoulders and dress fallen so far that she was half naked. The queen was stunned, a hand over her mouth as she tried to stop that heady scent from escaping.
 
Vladimir felt himself falling into the arms of sleep as he laid there. He was relaxed and tired from all of his work. The man could roll over and shut his eyes for the evening if he wanted to. There was more physical and mental exhaustion than he cared to admit.

Slowly, yet clumsily, he sat himself on the bed with his legs still dangling over the edge. A hand rubbed lightly over his bearded face before he reached to the floor, helping Matilda up so she could sit beside him and lean against him. Along the way, he heard her dress fall to the floor. That was probably for the best; it wasn't on all the way anymore. Although he himself felt meek, he wanted to assure her he could still be a pillar of strength to rely on.

The night couldn't yet be over, he remembered. Matilda most likely wasn't satisfied yet, as he was. Vladimir was still a little bit hard from before, he just needed to get more excited so he could do things properly. It wasn't likely he'd be able to climax again tonight, but he could at least try the same for her. With his hands and mouth at best.

Fighting back a yawn, Vlad laid her down on the bed and began to pump two fingers in and out of her. He stared at her nude figure in the dim lit bedroom, using that as an image that could strike a bolt of energy to him. It was productive so far. He was able to jog the memories of the past few times he sexed her. Already, he could feel the urge rising again. He could thrust for her for as long as he was physically able.

Instead of awaiting her demands, he set a hand on each of her knees, pointedly ignoring the fact he was getting her own juices on her skin. With ease, he slid his erection inside of her and began immediately moving his hips. The pace was medium rate at best. He decided to skip starting out slow so he could make her twitch beneath him in an instant.
 
Matilda weakly stood, Using Vladimir for most of the support as her dress slipped from her frame. She was a bit dizzy at the moment but with him assisting her onto the bed and letting her lean into him, she would be find. The taste and smell of him was starting to fade, just as he started to lay her back and finger her. A moan slipped from her instantly as he touched her there, her muscles giving a fierce squeeze as she shivered and panted on the sheets. The tables were turned now, her hands gripping at the sheets as her hips squirmed against his hand, attempting to make more of that wonderful friction.

It didn't seem like it was very long though before he spread her legs apart and started to push into her, rocking his hips into her at a rather steady pace. A long moan slipped from her lips as her hands dared to grab onto his arms, digging her nails lightly into his skin as she whimpered in need. Her breath was ragged as she shivered and squirmed under his frame, her hips jolting up every few moments as he hit a rather sensitive spot. She was far more sensitive than she realized, she felt herself coming to that glorious feeling far sooner than she had thought she would.

"Aah~ V-Vladimir...." She panted out with shut eyes, her back arched off the sheets as she felt her muscles twitching even more as he continued to move in and out of her smaller frame.
 
Vladimir hastened the movements of his hips, determined to keep going until she climaxed. He was becoming more and more tired by the second, so a part of him hoped this wouldn't take too terribly long. It would be embarrassing, and possibly painful, to pass out on top of her before she could be finished off. That was always a fear of his whenever he laid with women.

As he thrust into her powerfully, he raised her legs so that her ankles rested on his shoulders. This allowed him to slide deeper within her, serving more pleasure for her and himself. Vladimir loved the feeling of her slick, warm insides. During their fucking, he caressed her smooth legs. Matilda's body reminded him of the softest blanket to ever wrap around him. This was a body worth lavishing.

One hand left her leg to massage one of her breasts. His grip was weak mostly because he was sitting upright on his knees, but it was no less affectionate as it always was. The entire time, he stared at her beautiful image beneath him. Every so often, he'd lean into an awkward crouch while still on his knees, letting him push into her at a faster, stronger pace.

"Come on, darling. You know you want to."
 
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