The Romanov Sisters

by Svetlana Ivanova

  "Now it's your turn, baby," I said, licking my blood-smeared lips at the wild-eyed girl on the floor. She started to sob and beg. I walked up to her and grabbed her by the hair. She yelped, trying to pry my hand off. This reminded me of my time with Anastasia's love interest. How I wish the one in my hand right now was Avery. My adrenaline rushed, thinking of how I would torture her in my mind. Now Rosa's screaming and begging only made me more excited. I dragged the girl toward the bed and threw her on it. She rolled onto her stomach and crawled to escape, but I got on top of her and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back.

  "Not bad," I said, studying her porcelain face. "You look pretty. It would be a waste to kill you so soon. How about another game? If you can keep me entertained, I'll let you live. If not..."

  I gripped her jaw and turned her head to the lifeless body by the door. "You know how it ends."

  The girl seemed to take it all in. She stopped struggling and nodded, signaling her submission.

  "Good girl," I said and ripped off her robe, tearing the fabric down her back until she was naked. I could see how she was becoming increasingly nervous. Her mortal heart pounded in my ears. My predatory side craved this kind of entertainment. I flipped her around to face me. My hands reached for her pale breasts, folding them until her nipples turned rosy red. Slowly her whimpers sounded with occasional moans. I snickered in amusement. Now I had found my personal sex slave. At least she could keep my mind off Anastasia and Alex for a while.

  I traced my hand between her breasts, going over her smooth stomach and down to the sensitive femininity between her legs. My fingers parted her sweet tender lips. She gasped as I started poking lightly into her sex, provoking her sensual urges with gentle rubs over her rosebud. A rising lust replaced her fear, making her eyes glazed in joy. The girl had zero resistance. I wanted to know how long she would last. I shoved my middle finger through her warm virginity, a little too fast she yelped. But she clenched her teeth to muffle her cries. She probably remembered how she should behave. What a smart human girl. I kept going deeper. Her eyes fluttered open and close as her body felt my finger sliding in. I could sense that unmistakable sensation building up inside her hips.

  I pulled my hand back and pushed two fingers into her again, her soft femininity swallowed them all the way in. I started wiggling inside her slippery walls, trying to find the most sensitive region within her honey hive. The girl bit her bottom lip and moaned. She was so tight and so sensitive down there, already shaking from a pleasurable lust. This made me realize she was still a virgin after all. What a toy I had found.

  Pulling my fingers back, inch by inch until they were all the way out, I eased them back in deep into her wet virginity. My hand already got glistened from her arousal.

  After a while, I increased the pressure and speed. She started trembling, enjoying a rippling and tingling feeling going through her body. The girl grabbed the bed sheet, crying and yet willingly spreading her legs wider for more. Every thrust seemed to engulf her in a flame of pleasure. I was right not to kill her off.

  "Mm . . . mmm . . ." Rosa's moans were becoming louder with every second, her freckled face flushed. Her back was slowly arching while her femininity became purring hot. The juices were trickling down between her thighs and dripping onto the bed. I was satisfied to see how wet I had made this innocent girl become. It was a real turn on to see her soaking entrance swallowing my fingers. I could already smell her arousal in the air around us.

  After a few more frantic seconds, her breath caught in her throat and her body stiffened. I could feel her entrance tightened and constricted. It seemed like an electric shock went through her body. Her hips began bucking and her thigh muscles tensed up as she shook in obvious ecstasy. Small flicks of her juices were spitting out with every tug of my hand while I continued to push her over the edge.

  "O...oh...god . . ." Rosa was moaning from the intense pleasure as she had her first powerful orgasm ever in her life. Her back arched from the bed, twisting her body like a dying snake. I held her down and kept thrusting my hand into her until she rolled her eyes back. I enjoyed this sexual torture so much; I couldn't help laughing along the way. This was so much fun. I should do it often.

  It was only until I stopped moving my hand that the girl's eruption subsided. Soon, her body relaxed and I pulled my cum-soaked fingers out of her, a little too fast, she yelped again. I snickered and put the glistened fingers into her mouth, telling her to lick them clean. Then I rolled back onto the soft bed and spread my own legs.

  "Now show me how you can please me back, young lady," I said, smiling. Rosa got up obediently and moved over to me. She was still nervous, but she had no right to protest. Slowly, she rolled up my leather skirt and pulled off my panties. She proceeded to give her best shot over my waiting hot sex. Her sleek tongue made its first lap over my already dripping lips. A low moan rose from my throat. Not bad for a then virgin, the girl had already passed her survival test.

  Chapter 36

  Avery

  In the semi-darkness of the room, our moaning sounded through the quiet night. The weight of an angelic figure atop me left no air in my lungs. I gasped as Anastasia ground herself against my heated pearl. She was taking her time, and it caused more slipperiness from my soaked entrance.

  We both moaned in sensual pleasure. After a while, Ana lifted my knees up, spreading me wider. She went on to glide her fingers up and down, devouring my wet snub. She ran her other hand around my bum and sucked lightly on my neck, sending shivers up and down my spine.

  My body trembled as she continued to lick my breasts, nibbling my throbbing nipples. Her fingers parted my moist lips and then slipped into my dripping slit without an effort. Like a key that always matched the lock.

  The feeling of her sliding through my heavily soaked walls was priceless. My hands wrapped around Anastasia. My teeth clenched as I was breathing hard against her shoulder. Anastasia moved her hand, gently rocking me against the bed. My breasts flopped back and forth to the motion. I felt her tongue tracing my neck, causing goose bumps over my trembling body.

  The heat started building up between my spread thighs. Then it was a little too much to handle. I couldn't pull myself back from reaching the edge.

  My breathing came in raspy moans. My eyes kept rolling back as I sensed the pleasurable climax approaching.

  "Oh...Ana.......Anastasia....I'm..." I cried. Then the muscles around my thighs tensed up as a delicious sensation exploded from the depth of my core. My legs stiffened out as I convulsed, throwing my head back. I let a scream as the wave of climax gripped my body, letting it sail over the edge of orgasm. Anastasia finally slowed down as I shuddered all over. My toes curled, unable to handle it anymore.

  Ana withdrew her hand back from between my legs and came over to check on me. I couldn't wipe the daze of my eyes as I looked at her beautiful face again. She brushed a strand of hair from my face and tried to get me back to earth again with soft kisses on my neck. She looked down at me. The heat in her eyes making her irises glowed in the dark. For a brief second, it felt like a déjà vu. It kept creeping back into my mind like a boomerang. I turned to my side to avoid those fascinating golden eyes. They seemed to remind me of someone.

  "Are you alright, baby? Did I hurt you?" Ana asked me in a voice of concerns. I shook my head, still clamped my hands between my legs over my throbbing girl flesh as I curled into a ball. It didn't hurt, but it felt too sensitive. My private place was still twitching from the effect of blissful sensation, I didn't dare to move.

  "I'm fine. I just need a moment," I said, trying to recover. The area around my hips on the bed was wet from my juices. It showed just how much Ana made me respond to the all-consuming bliss.

  Anastasia and I had been making love a lot since we were back together. It was like Anastasia never got tired of our sex. Sometimes, we were at it all day as if she was making up for the lost time. I was always on the verge of passing out each time she made me climax. Now I didn't t
hink I would be able to handle it if she asked me to do it again. She gave more than I needed.

  "It's alright, love. I won't touch you again, I promise," she reassured me, smiling. Then she leaned in to kiss my brow before rolling onto her back. Her hand reached out to stroke my cheek. Her steady golden eyes lingered on my face.

  "I wonder who you take after. You look so beautiful, you know that?" she whispered. I couldn't help smiling in the dark.

  "Not as beautiful as you are," I said, but Ana snorted.

  "Did you know I was the ugliest among my siblings?"

  "I don't believe it," I said.

  "My sisters were all beautiful," Ana said. "They liked to tease us a lot when we were young."

  "Us?"

  "Me and Alex," Anastasia said. "We were called the Little Pair back then. We used to play together and shared each other's room. My older sisters, Titaina and Ogla were the Big Pair. They didn't like me, but they didn't mind Alex much."

  I didn't know why the mention of Alex made my heart pound against my ribs.

  "Why the difference?" I couldn't help being a little curious again.

  "You wouldn't believe me," Ana chuckled. "Everyone thought I was a devil in the house."

  "What? You being the little devil?" I said. "I couldn't picture that."

  "Yes, it's the truth," Ana said with a small giggle. "I remember rolling a rock into my snowball and threw it at my older sister during a winter break in Poland. My father was so furious."

  "You were indeed the nasty one," I chuckled.

  "Yes I was," she agreed, laughing along. "But Alex wasn't like that. She was a good girl, always seeking to please, yet was constantly worried about not being loved enough."

  I would never have guessed if Ana hadn't told me this about Alex. The cold-hearted person like Alexandra once cared too much. I already imagined the young Alex being sweet and caring. I had experienced her softer side sometimes, but I never thought it was really her true self.

  "Please, stop talking about Alex," I said, "I just don't want to think about her."

  Ana let out a low sigh.

  "Avery, I know I had hurt you, but Alex was there to heal your broken heart. I'm not going to pretend there was nothing going on between you and my sister," she said. "I don't want to sugar-coat anything. When you know us clearly, you can decide who is best for you to be with."

  "Oh Anastasia please, don't make me choose!" I blurted.

  At that moment, Anastasia's eyes flickered to a different shade of emotion. It was like I had confirmed something she had dreaded for a long time. I was in shock myself. If I claimed to love only Anastasia, then why was I scared of having to choose? And when it all seemed too much, a burst of frustrating tears burned in my eyes. I buried my face in my hands and turned my back to her.

  I hated myself for being like this. I hated hurting Anastasia, but I couldn't stop myself. Months ago if I was asked who I wanted to be with, the answer would be Anastasia without a doubt. But now I didn't have the clear answer anymore. After a while, I felt Ana's hands pulling me to her again. She tried to whisper something in my ear to soothe my raging sob. My shoulders shook as I cried. I knew I loved Anastasia so dearly, but then there was Alex.

  Alex was always in my mind the whole time.

  Chapter 37

  Nikol

  I marched down the corridor between the rows of statues and tall windows, giving a half-hearted glance at the palace maids. They bowed when they saw me. Their red eyes beamed out in respect. The irony was I remembered growing up in an underprivileged home. Now everybody bowed at my feet.

  The thought made me smile.

  There were still a lot for me to be had. Blame it on my immortality. It had given me a freedom to get whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted. But nothing could compare to my longing for the Romanov sisters. They had it all. Any one of them in my grip would grant me everything I'd ever wished for. I would just have to work harder.

  For many days I had wandered around Alex's palace all by myself. Most of the rooms were locked or abandoned, except the main ones. I had been looking for Alex all over the place, the imperial bedroom, the maple room, mauve room, the duchess's bedroom, and even Aleksey's playground. She wasn't in any of them. Then I decided to go over to where Czar Nicolas II's study was. There were so many guards standing at attention.

  "Excuse me, ma'am, but you can't go in there," a soldier spoke to me. I looked back at him.

  "Are you sure I can't go in, young man?" I said. The guards looked at each other nervously. They thought better of it and then stepped out of my way. These undead men need to learn some manners, I thought to myself.

  Before I reached the massive door of Nicolas's room, I heard a conversation between Alex and another man.

  "The hunters have killed our guards at the city border last night," the man, who I assumed was Rasputin, spoke. "I believe they are still lurking around the East gate."

  "How many hunters do you think they have now?"

  "Approximately a hundred or so," Rasputin said.

  "A hundred? How could you let this going?"

  "They're gathering more people to join their movement."

  "Keep it as a secret," Alex said. "The humans should never know about this. What we don't want them to have now is hope. Don't let the hunters provoke them."

  "Yes, your highness, but we can't keep it quiet for long," the man said again. "We need to annihilate the hunters to the root. They are a serious threat to us in the future."

  "I know that," Alex exhaled. "But we need to have a well-planned strategy."

  "What are we going to do then?"

  "Let me think for a while," she said. "Now you may dismiss."

  "Yes, Grand Duchess."

  I heard footsteps and then the grand door groaned open and closed again. I walked toward the starets man. Then he turned and saw me, he frowned.

  "I forgot to introduce myself," I said. "I'm Nikol Koreneva."

  "I know you," the man said. "Your father worked for the Bolshevik."

  He said the word like it was disgusting. I smiled seductively back, leaning myself forward him.

  "And his daughter also works for the strong," I said, "You've got to be smart like us." I gave him a playful wink before pushing myself past the man and walked to the grand door. I could feel Rasputin's eyes stared at me.

  Once I got inside the room and closed the door, I found Alexandra, sitting at her father's massive desk. A permanent scowl marred her face. When she saw me, she murmured something under breath. I couldn't help smiling, knowing that somehow, the two of us still shared a connection. The idea of being bound to Alexandra Romanov already caused a tingling sensation between my thighs.

  I didn't bother with the pleasantries of "How are you". I just walked over to her antique desk and sat on it, crossing my long legs as I stared at her. Alex looked back at me with an annoyed look.

  "Who let you in?" she said, looking at me as if I was some strayed animal.

  "I let myself, why?"

  "Go away, Nikol, I don't have time for your nonsense," she said in a flat tone.

  "You can't just leave me alone all day, Alex," I pretended to whine. "I'm so bored in here."

  She shook her head and continued to read over some maps on the table. I realized it was the map of Moscow.

  "What are you doing? Planning another massacre?" I asked, trying not to sound too obvious that I’d been eavesdropping on her conversation with Rasputin earlier. Alex ignored me. I leaned myself over her shoulder, making sure my breast touched her faintly.

  "You know, whatever you plan to do to the hunters, it won't work," I said. Finally, Alex turned to look at me again with interest.

  "What are you talking about?"

  I smiled as I knew I had gotten her full attention.

  "They say to catch a tiger, you have to get to the jungle," I said. "But given the situation, you are the tiger now. The hunters are the ones to catch you."

  "So you think you have a better idea?"
she arched an eyebrow.

  "A tiger can fake dead, you know," I said. "When they think they've got you, you can pull your hidden claws when they less expect it."

  "I'm impressed, Nikol," Alex said. "How do you know so much about war strategies?"

  "I'm not a general's daughter for nothing," I said, giving her a lustful wink. "Now for my useful input, can I get a reward for that?"

  "Nikol," Alex said in a warning tone.

  But I pulled her roller chair back and got on top of her in a straddling position. Alex wiggled her body away in surprise, but I wrapped my arms around her neck and clung to her tightly, bringing my face close to hers.

  "Alex, if you let me go back with you, I promise to be a good girl," I whispered in her ear and nibbled her neck. "You can even have me anytime you want here, and I'll be happy to fill the role." I traced my lips along her perfect jawline. Alex turned her face away. She squeezed her eyes shut and sighed.

  "For the last time, Nikol, you don't want to do this with me," she said, but I didn't stop what I had started. My hand reached down to slip my panties off from inside my tight skirt. I could feel the fabric parted my skin, leaving a wet feeling between my legs.

  Alex opened her eyes again and looked up at me. Her face was unreadable. I tried to look into her golden irises, but there was no emotion of any sort. She was trying to act tough again. I spread my thighs and took her hand in mine.

  "Take me any way you want, Alex," I whispered and guided her hand to my moist femininity. Once the tips of her delicate fingers touched my drooling pink flaps, all senses went abuzz. I inhaled, unable to believe myself that Alex actually let me go further at last.

  My purring sex was already twitching and dripping as I slid Alex's hand over my sweet craving crack. I arched my breasts up to her face. They were already sprawling out through my unbuttoned shirt. My nipples hardened just at the touch of her breath on my skin.