The Romanov Sisters

by Svetlana Ivanova

  I never knew having the Grand Duchess of Russia in my hand was more exciting than I expected. My body shivered in triumph. The feeling of her inside me almost made my mind swoon. I could feel my entrance getting wetter for her, luring her fingers to slip into me.

  I guided her hand farther just enough to part my throbbing folds and let go. Alex suddenly gripped my waist and pulled me down, making my hips sink onto her. Almost by force, she pushed the whole length of her slender fingers through my warm wetness.

  I gasped in shock. Confusion was written all over my face. A tingling feeling rushed through my hips as I felt her fingers sliding in. It made my thigh muscles jerk and shudder. My bottom clenched at her sudden penetration.

  "Oh geez...Alex!" I whimpered and gasped harder. I could feel her all the way, going as far as she could. Her fingers swirled sensual inside my soaking walls. My juices trickled down my parted legs. It was overwhelming as my sensitive spot was being tickled and teased mercilessly.

  The sensation inside my core started to weaken me, making me powerless in Alex's grip. She seemed to know exactly where to trigger it. I could feel her right at my orgasmic gate, and I was sure with a few little rubs, I would explode in ecstasy. But it looked like Alex had another plan, and I had a feeling that I wasn't going to like it.

  "I told you, Nikol, you don't want to do this with me," she said and swiftly rose from her chair, lifting me off onto the table. Her body got between my spread legs as her hand was still secured deep inside my sopping walls. Alex brought her face closer to mine, grinning wide. Looking into her golden pools again, I gulped in panic. My heart pounded.

  "What are you doing?" I was out of my breath. Everything looked hazy in my eyes. Every cell in my body went prickling.

  "Isn't that what you wanted, huh?" she said and shoved her fingers deeper. The intense sexual feeling coursed through my body. The first thrust already poked my sensitive spot. I felt a jolt of electric sparks buzzed in my body. I hissed and moaned at the same time while Alex continued to tease. She pressed inside my softness, forcing me to the edge, but also not giving me enough to get over it. My body was burning hot. I was losing myself, losing control over the situation.

  I could barely speak when her thumb rubbed against my burning pearl. And each time she hit the blissful region, I was engulfed in frenzy flames.

  But Alex didn't seem to want to push me down the cliff of orgasm. She kept me stuck there, hanging over the edge. It was her way of torturing me. The more she moved inside my sensitive walls, the stronger my wanton needs became. It was too unbearable to the point that joyful tears started to well up in my eyes.

  "You know what feels worse?" Alex said. "I could just pull out right before you could come and let you die inside, how would you like that?" She said as she was inching out of me again. My eyes widened, realizing the terror.

  "Oh, no! Alex, please, no! Don't do that," I begged, panting with desperation, feeling my arousal bubbling up from my sex pot. My juices flowed like there was no freaking dam.

  "What did you say? I can't hear you over the sound of your moans," Alex teased, smiling wickedly down at me.

  "I'm sorry, Alex," I apologized, finally surrendered. "I promise I will never do that again. Just let me have it now, please."

  "Very well then," she said. "I assume you've learned your lesson."

  Smiling, Alex eased her fingers back into me, increasing her speed. She started moving her hand furiously inside my walls. Wave after wave of bursting ecstasy rocked every part of my body, yet it felt like she was forcing me to come. I realized I was being forced to enjoy it against my will, and it was the most humiliating moment in my life. But I couldn't do anything about it.

  My body shivered. I was heavily soaked from within. The tips of Alex's fingers tickled and nudged at my sensitive spot so repeatedly, a stirring climax threatened to break loose. And not before long, I could feel the powerful sensation coming like a tidal wave.

  "Oh....Alex. . . Alex!!!"

  The room was filled with my high pitch scream. It echoed off the walls as I exploded. My body shuddered with spasms of a hot, wrenching ecstasy. I nearly tore a chunk of wood from the desk with my claws. I twisted in overwhelming sensation and gyrated my hips as the waves of my orgasm spilled all over me. I thought I was going to faint from the intensity of the feelings that gripped my being.

  It could have been two minutes, but it felt like all the world had been lost for eternity the second I came. Another minute passed for me to recover from the shameful bliss. When my breath returned, I started to get up again.

  Looking down between my legs, my juices made a gooey string as Alex pulled her fingers out of me. She got off and stepped back, fished out her white hankie from her hip pocket and wiped my juices off her hand. Alex smirked, looking as if she had just done some petty things on me.

  "I hope I get my message across this time," she said, throwing the hankie to the floor. I stared at her with my mouth hanging open. Extreme humiliation got the best of my speech.

  I got off the table and smoothed my clothes back in place. Then with one last glare at Alex, I whizzed out of the room and slipped through the door. The hurt could no longer describe how I felt right now. This burn was something that could only be quenched by a sweet revenge. Walking down the hall, I still couldn't shake the anger off my shoulders.

  "Don't blame me, Alex,” I muttered under my breath. “You make me do this."

  Chapter 38

  Heading back into my room, I pushed open the double doors so hard, the force rattled the hinges. My mind kept drifting back to the frustrating moment with Alex. It lasted about ten minutes. Ten minutes of frantic lustful disgrace and she had already engraved an eternal pain in my gut.

  I found Rosa sitting on the bed with a shocked expression. She stood up and backed away, looking as if she was trying to blend in with the furniture. I had forgotten to dismiss the girl from my room. For some stupid reason, she didn't leave. So it seemed like now she was in danger of my rising tantrum.

  I flashed over to her. She gasped, throwing her hands over her mouth in terror. I guess she must have seen the killer look on my face when I came into the room. Rosa understood it was her unlucky day. She stepped back, but I grabbed her by the throat and slammed her frail body on the dressing table. I didn't want to take my anger out on the girl, but I couldn't help it. She happened to be here in the wrong place at the wrong time. I needed to torture someone to get the bad mood out of my system.

  With a quick spinning motion, I pinned Rosa's innocent freckled face to the table. I could see our reflections in the crystal mirror as I bent her down, spreading her legs apart. Rosa cried and begged. Her terrified face was adorable. This fueled my unforgiving rage.

  With her backside turned to me, I single-handedly ripped off her panties and let everything fall to the floor. Her pale freckled nakedness was exposed. I spanked and squeezed her behind. How I wished Alex could understand how humiliating it felt. I wasn't going to take Rosa in mere sexual lust, but I was going to tortured her.

  As my eyes stared at the girl's perched, primed perfect pink flesh, hot saliva flooded my mouth. I was more than ready to feast on my sex slave, but what I intended to give her now was a hell of sensual torture. Licking my lips, I brought two fingers into my mouth then reached down to shove them into Rosa. I was more forceful than the way Alex had done to me. The girl's head threw back with her body arched in pain.

  Her eyes widened and squeezed shut again to the intense sensation. She clenched her jaw. Her teeth snapped shut to resist the pain. I already went knuckle-deep inside her. The warm walls tensed up around my fingers as she panted, but I kept going. I could hear her miserable whimpers echoed in her throat. Pleading tears trailed down her cheeks. It was a beautiful sight, must be a little painful on her side, but it was a pure pleasure on mine.

  Even so, Rosa seemed to have high pain tolerance than I thought. It was as if the girl was trained to withstand the harsh physical conditions. I position
ed my hips, so I could delve deeper into her tiny depth. She gasped as I reached her electrifying switch and ready to turn it on.

  Her lower half started to shiver when she felt me stirring inside her sex pot. I could see her eyes rolled back, mouth flung open, her back arched from the table. Those little pink nipples almost poked through her white shirt. It was a picture of sexual awakening.

  But for some reason, I wish I had started nicely with her. Rosa had this kind of innocent look that made me want to do naughty things to her longer. I leaned myself over and reached my free hand to her yielding breasts, squeezing them. I tugged at her hardened nipples to my heart's content. My face nuzzled her neck, nipping away at her blushed cheek.

  Rosa's fingernails clawed to the table as I thrust my hand into her sweet drooling honey hive. She yelped each time the soaring pleasure coursed through her body. My fingertips faintly brushed over her sensitive button. I wiggled them a bit just to give her a killing tingling.

  Sure enough, Rosa's hips shuddered with a pelvic sensation. Her breath and heartbeat quickened. And nothing was more exciting than seeing a girl's nirvana began to drip milky nectar down her rosy sex. The scent of Rosa's arousal was pure aromatic. I had always wondered why Alex was crazy about her human toy.

  Now I understood.

  "Are you ready to come for me, slave girl?" I whispered as I was slowly dragging her to the edge of never-ending bliss. "I'll make you come harder than any known species in their mating season. You will cry, you will beg, but you will never want me to end. Brace yourself for it, young lady. It can be your last cry of ecstasy."

  As if to prove my point, Rosa's body began rippling and shuddering. Her shaking thighs were soaking wet as she could no longer muffle her own orgasmic wailing. My hand kept sliding inside her warm walls, sinking deeper into her sopping girlhood. I felt her pleasurable spot heating up, going on red alert as she was nearing her climax. Her body tensed as the ripples of frenzy orgasmic waves washed over her.

  Soon, her moan became a little louder. It looked like her entire body was gripped with a burning ecstasy. Every touch sent a new tide of powerful bliss through her shaking frame. She was helpless as I was with Alex a moment ago. I wanted someone to suffer like me, to make them feel the bitter-sweet agony I had gone through.

  Rosa was ready to pass out from the blissful eruption I was causing inside her body. Every part of her was shaking, completely lost in a state of blissful havoc. I continued to push her over the edge until a flood of her warm juices ran down from between her spread thighs. It dripped onto the wooden table.

  That was when I realized her orgasmic world was successfully blown apart. Rosa let out an animal-like howl. Her voice echoed up the palace ceiling. Every muscle in her body jerked with jolts of intense sensation. Her body kept quivering with unimaginable pleasure. Then her knees gave away.

  Rosa's body went limp on the table. I thought she had passed out, but I heard her faint short-intake breathe continued. Quite a strong little thing indeed, I thought and flipped the girl over to face me again. She was panting, barely conscious after the long-lasting eruptions. I brought down my face to hers, staring at her dazed green eyes.

  "You know what honey; I have decided that you're no longer fun anymore," I breathed, tracing my extracted fangs over her neck.

  "Please, don't kill me," she tried to beg in a weak whisper.

  "Sorry sweetheart, but I have to," I said and bared my sharp venomous teeth at her. Surprisingly, Rosa seemed to take her death sentence too calmly. She didn't try to escape or cry for mercy as I expected. She kept staring back at me, which made me a bit uncomfortable.

  "Kiss me," she finally said.

  "What?"

  "Kiss me before I die," Rosa's eyes bore into mine. I had never thought I would hear this coming out of her. I was caught off guard. It had been a long time since someone would ask me for a kiss.

  "Is that your last wish?" I chuckled. "What a naughty slave you are."

  Without much hesitation, I crashed my lips into hers. It didn't take long for the kiss to deepen. My tongue started to roam inside her mouth, exploring and licking her swollen lips. I didn't know a simple act of kissing was so powerful. I heard myself moan into Rosa's parted lips. I was being carried away by her innocent kiss that I didn't notice one of her legs raised up to my waist. I thought she was being brave and tried a seductive method on me. But then my eyes caught a glimpse of our reflection in the mirror.

  Rosa's hand was holding a shiny curved blade, about twelve inches long. Its gleam reflected against the sunlight. The girl made a lightning strike at me. Her razor-sharp knife aimed directly at my throat, attempting to slit it out. But I pulled away just in time and grabbed her wrist, twisting the knife out of her hand.

  "What the..." I stared at the girl as my hand went back to her throat.

  "Go to hell, you bloodsucker!" Rosa snarled back.

  I looked at her long curved blade and then back at the innocent-looking human Rosa again.

  "A hunter?"

  Chapter 39

  Avery

  I brushed the tips of my fingers over the smooth black piano, then lifted open the lid and pressed on a tiny white key. The sharp high-pitch note resonated across the empty room. But even after the sound ceased, my heart still buzzed with unspeakable torment. Misery held me down like an anchor and drowned me deeper than the ocean. Painful tears started to sting my eyes as I stared at the elegant piano again.

  How could it not be clearer to me? Had I been sleepwalking the whole time? Alex loved me. She loved me more than I could imagine, but maybe there was a clog in my brain that made me unable to grasp the notion. And now it was too late. I let my own stubbornness and ignorance thickened like a fog around my heart. And now it was too late to wipe it away. It was too late to clear my eyes from it.

  "I'm sorry Alex," I whispered, feeling the inside of my throat turn raw. "I'm sorry that I can't love you the way you love me. I know this will kill you, but I have to. I'm so sorry."

  Wiping the tears from my cheeks, I closed the piano lid again and walked out of the room. I didn't want to look back at anything in the place, because if I did, it would remind me of the time we had spent together. I would never be able to get out. It was for the best. Alex and I didn't belong together. I was Anastasia's from the start. We loved each other, it was meant to be, and I was doing the right thing.

  "Thanks for the memories," I said as I closed the grand oak door then gathered myself back and ran as fast as I could. I had to run before the pain could catch up to me.

  Along the corridors and down the hall, I ran back to the east wing of the mansion. I reached Anastasia's chamber again. When I burst into her room, I called her name once and twice. My heart pounded in my chest. The moment was so overwhelming. My hands trembled at my sides. I got to find Ana quick or everything wouldn't be the same. A moment later, I found her standing by an unfinished painting.

  "Anastasia!" I cried. And when she finally turned around, I flew right into her arms. She was a bit surprised at first, but she held me back. I hugged her angelic frame tighter, breathing in the sweet fragrant scent of her smooth skin. My cheek brushed over her shoulder with longing. I held her tightly as if I couldn't be close enough to her.

  "Are you alright, baby?" she cooed in my ear, smoothing my hair down my back. For a moment, I couldn't speak. Words failed me. Why was it too hard to say it? Say what you have to, damn it! I squeezed my eyes shut and let out a whining sound.

  "Hey hey...shhh...what is it, love? Tell me what's wrong?" Ana pulled me away as she heard me sobbing. Her golden eyes stared warily at my face.

  "Ana..." I began in a choking voice. "I've decided..."

  "You what?" she asked, sounding quite concerned rather than surprised.

  "It's you, Anastasia," I uttered as clear as I could. "I want you. I want to be with you and no one else. I love you."

  I threw my arms around her again, but my feet went wobbly as if it had taken every ounce of my strength
to declare this. Anastasia caught me with her strong arms. But she seemed speechless at this unexpected situation.

  "Hold me, Anastasia, please," I whispered against her neck, "Don't let me go. Don't let it get to me."

  "Don't let what?" she asked.

  "I don't know, I don't know, I don't know!" I cried like a crazy person and buried my face into her even more.

  "Alright, alright...sweetheart, I won't let you go, I promise," Ana was desperate to calm me down. She rubbed my back.

  After what seemed like a long while, we pulled away. When my breath became normal again, Anastasia took my hand to a white couch by the French window. She sat down and pulled me to her lap. I curled up into her body and rested my forehead on her shoulder. My eyes kept staring at the tiny white pattern on the hem of her satin dress. Ana stroked my cheek as I was lost in my own world.

  "Avery, I could hear the pain in your voice," Anastasia said. "You have no idea how much that makes my heart ache."

  "You're not happy to be with me?" I asked.

  "Yes I am," she said. "I'm just wondering..."

  Oh Anastasia, shut up! I thought. You know me too well, it scares me.

  "Please, just don't," I said, bringing my index finger to her lips. "Just let me have you. You're perfect for me. I want no one but you."

  In a desperate attempt to convince her, I smashed my lips into hers, kissing Anastasia's moist scented lips with mine. She responded slowly and timidly, but I kept forcing her to kiss me back until she gave in. Anastasia's divine face broke into a smile.

  I was doing the right thing.

  Chapter 40

  Nikol

  Rosa sat on the floor by the comfy sofa with her arms wrapped around her knees. Her green eyes kept staring at me as I paced back and forth, swinging her twelve-inch blade in my hand. If there was a hunter on the loose inside the Palace, there would be more of them roaming around the Kremlin Walls. Rosa must have been captured by our army and then got enslaved. She managed to keep her cover. I figured if she were a skilled hunter, I would have been dead by now. Rosa was still too young and too nervous for the task.