Lyra's frail hands pushed at my shoulders lightly, squirming from a rising sexual panic.
"Wait, Your Highness, I—"
But before she could finish, I grabbed her bum and squeezed hard on her backside, causing her to moan.
And with a gentle but firm push, I slid my fingers into her startled needy gate that was splayed open for my plundering hand. The pads of my fingers brushed that orgasmic region within her depths, causing sparks of pleasure to course through her.
Lyra dropped her jaw with a cry of shock. Her eyes widened once she felt me going to the deepest of her sensual walls. Instinctively, the poor girl tried to get off my lap, but I locked her in with my strong grip.
She was helpless and overwhelmed by the intensity. Her hand absentmindedly grabbed my shirt collar and let out a shaky moan.
"Has she come yet?" Estella called out then she and Jean burst out laughing. They were both drunk and high from blood, I supposed. Claire and a few violet-eyed guests looked on with goofy grins. Such shameless creatures we truly were.
Lyra clenched her teeth and took a deep breath, trying to relax herself. I gave her time to recover.
"I thought she was about to come a moment ago, but no...not yet," I replied with a slight shrug.
"She's a fighter after all," Claire commented and chuckled with the others. I leaned forward to Lyra's reddened face and looked into her dazed eyes.
"You will discover a whole new universe within yourself if this is done right," I whispered. "And trust me, I know how to do it right...over and over again."
The girl shivered at my words. She managed to beg in a rather hoarse whisper, "Your Highness, please, be gentle."
With that I stirred my fingers inside her softness, exciting her even more. Lyra clung onto my shoulders and buried her face in my neck like a shy little child.
Her hips bucked and shuddered from the blissful sensation between her legs. I could sense spark after spark of firework eruptions fired up much too soon. Lyra moaned.
I hardly moved my hand, just merely allowed my slippery fingers to do the magic inside her wonderland.
Lyra gasped again when she felt her walls began to ripple in ecstasy. A flood of slippery juice dripped onto my palm, all sweet and delicious.
As her heart pounded faster in my ears and her moans became more frequent, I knew I had found all her pleasurable triggers and was ready to release an orgasmic blast in her core.
"Ah...she's close," I announced to the on-lookers, showing off to those who were enticed by the sexual scene. Some were already at the back, touching themselves as their glowing eyes fixed on us.
Lyra made a whiny sound as shocks came rushing from her feet to her torso. She arched her body from me and threw her head back. Her mouth gasped in the air. The muscles around her hips started clenching and flexing.
A blush colored her soft white skin. All of a sudden her whole body turned bright red.
"Oh god...Your Highness!" Lyra cried. Then I felt a tight grip around my fingers as her walls tightened. Lyra pressed her lips together as if to savor the wonderful sensation. I let her live it all until her climax subsided a few minutes later.
Then the girl went limp and collapsed into my arms again. Her breathing had returned. I smoothed her hair and rubbed her back with a smirk.
"Wow," Jean breathed. His white hand reached up to loosen his bowtie.
"You may rest now, Lyra," I whispered in Lyra's ear and slipped my fingers out of her. She winced and whimpered softly. After wiping my hand clean, I was handed a glass of Champaign, but before I took a sip, a familiar male's voice spoke.
"Grand Duchess Anastasiya."
I looked up to find a pale man in black suit in front of me.
"Oh," I said. "Long time no see, Victor."
Chapter 4
"What a surprise to see you here," Victor said, putting his fist over his heart and bowed. There were about thirty black-coated soldiers standing behind him. Jean's bodyguards approached them, but they were signaled away by the host.
“Likewise,” I said.
"My apologies for showing up unannounced, Grand Duchess," he said again.
Lyra was about to move away, but I wrapped my arms her waist to keep her with me.
“You stay here,” I whispered. Lyra silently complied. She then rested her head on my shoulder. Her long bare legs still straddled over my lap. I wanted to make Victor feel uncomfortable talking to me like this. Besides I didn't mind letting Lyra curl up in my arms since her warmth comforted me.
"You arrived quite late to dine, Victor," I said, straightening my posture a bit. "I didn't know Jean had invited you, too."
"Nyet, Grand Duchess," he said with a slightly hardened face. "I have an important matter that requires me to find you immediately. I ask for your forgiveness and hope that you could spare a few moments to hear it in private."
I stared at his business-like face. Victor was no nonsense. I knew whatever brought him to France out of the blue wasn't a minor issue. But ever since I left Russia, I did not want anything to do with it.
"You may speak it now as I couldn't bring myself to disturb my resting friend here," I said casually as I stroked Lyra's soft cheek with the back of my fingers. Her eyes were closed, but I knew she was partly aware of the tension.
"I'm afraid we cannot discuss this in public, Your Highness," Victor stated again.
"These are my friends if I do say so myself," I told him. Victor's brows furrowed. Part of me just wanted to annoy the man as he did me with his sudden interruption. He must have sensed the mood I was in and did not dare to refuse. The least he could do now was to get my attention.
Victor cleared his throat again.
"Russia needs you," he finally said. At the mention of my country, I frowned. From the corner of my eyes, I could see Jean-Phillip leaned forward in his seat and strained his neck out in curiosity. Estella and Claire had gone back to sit beside each other. Their bright violet eyes stared at me and Victor.
"And should I ask why?" I said, raising the wine glass and twirling the drink in my hand.
"The Royal Council has encountered a new crisis," he said. "We need your attendance to fulfill the role for the Alliance wants you to be present. There is a number of shared problems that will need to be discussed."
"They have carried on without me after all these years. Why need me now?"
Victor looked around himself, feeling uncomfortable with the surrounding. Then he turned to me again. With a heavy sigh, he went on.
"You're the only one who can bring orders back to the empire, Grand Duchess."
"I'm not bringing back anything!" I snapped. Victor fell silent again. Everyone was staring and yet even more intrigued by our conversation. My face turned towards Jean.
"May you excuse us?" I said flatly to the French royal.
"Of course! Of course, Your Highness," Jean said and quickly stood up. "I would leave you in privacy as you wish."
He bowed to me and waved the audiences away. The guests slowly moved from their spots, leaving us. I looked back at Victor again.
"I may want to talk about it later, Victor." I decided with a wave of my hand. "Right now I'm busy..."
"But Grand Duchess, Russia needs you!" he said.
"I said later, Victor," I dismissed him with a heavy tone.
Victor let out a long sigh before he spoke again.
"The Czar wouldn't want to see you like this, Anastasiya," he said.
My eyes flashed with flaming rage, causing Victor to swallow. He knew he had hit a raw nerve.
"You know that using my father's name isn't going to make me leave for Russia, Victor,” I said in a low hiss that even Lyra tensed up in my arms. “I don't care what happens to the empire anymore.”
I leaned in and kissed the top of the French girl’s head, reassuring her.
"I beg this of you, Anastasiya," he said again. "If you don't return to Kremlin soon, Russia will fall under the old threat and a new one will rise."
"What do you mean?" I frowned at him.
"The Hunters and one of the Allied Nations are causing quite a worry for all of us," he said, "We need your support to make some critical decisions on this matter..."
As much as I tried not to mention my sister, I couldn't help it.
"Why don't you go and find Alex instead?"
"Grand Duchess Alexandra is no longer involved in the state affairs. I have tried all possible ways to invite her back, but her decline is resolute," he replied.
"And you consider mine isn't?" I asked sharply. "She wanted Russia back in the first place. If she doesn't care about it now, then why should I?"
There was a long silence.
"Then I have nothing left to say," Victor said in a defeated tone at last. "The whole world is coming to an end. And this time, it starts with us."
I stared at him blankly. Then I noticed the middle-aged vampire for the first time. He looked worn out, like he hadn't fed for weeks. The dark circles around his eyes were visible under the dimly lit hall. Victor had always been like a friend for many decades. His work for the empire was his whole life. For a moment, I realized I was being childish and a little too selfish.
Victor bowed to me again and took a few steps back before turning around. The rest of the black-coated soldiers were ready to follow him.
"Wait!" I said. The man stopped in his tracks and I silently cursed myself for this. "Alright, I'll go with you."
Chapter 5
We boarded my private jet, getting ready to fly back to Moscow before dawn. It was a long boring flight. Over the years, I had found ways to deal with boredom, but as of now they didn't seem appealing anymore.
Fortunately, Jean-Phillip had given me a few presents to amuse myself with during the trip—two human girls and a human boy. Among them was Lyra, the little beauty I seemed to grow fond of ever since the lustful night in Versaille. The French royal had insisted on seeing me off, but I refused with a promise that we would meet again in the near future. The nephew of King Louis was a fun company after all.
Victor didn't bother me with any boring details of the Council's matters though he could have done so. For now, he just left me alone. I knew it wouldn't be long until I was bombarded with responsibilities. This gave me the more reason to enjoy myself with Lyra while I still could.
Claire and her sister had satisfied themselves with the gifts. I could see them laying naked on the back seats. They had pleaded to come along just because it was Moscow I was heading to.
The plane would land in a matter of two hours. I looked out of the window at the once azure skies of Russia. For a moment, I almost thought I had missed the land and its turbulent past, but the memories that were haunting me in every waking moment forced the sentiment to go away. In all honesty, I did not want to return.
I sipped the whiskey slowly and put the glass down.
A few minutes later, my seatmate stirred in my arms. Lyra lifted her head from my chest and looked up at me with hazy green eyes. She was tired from the fun moments we had at the beginning of the flight, and I let her rest, making sure that she hadn't exceeded her human limits.
"Your Highness, you look kind of tired," she commented, eyeing my face. "Do you want to drink from me?"
"Call me Anastasia," I told Lyra without looking at her. "No need to be formal."
Lyra swallowed hard and murmured a soft 'sorry.' I tore my gaze from the window and stared at the human girl.
"That's alright," I said. "You don't have to be afraid of me."
She nodded and remained quiet again. Lyra reminded me a bit of someone. And before I knew it, my booze induced mind made me think of her again.
I let my arm drop to Lyra’s smooth thigh. She opened her eyes again and looked at me. My hand started stroking under her short skirt. Lyra blushed and her legs parted even further apart as she turned slightly. My hand travelled up her inner thigh and went past her cotton panties.
As I moved further up her body, she raised her hips a little off the seat and slid down a bit to make herself more accessible. I reached down there and slid through her panties, stretching it away from her skin and stroking over the soft smooth surface that began to heat up with lust.
Lyra moaned softly as her heart pounded. She arched her back a little, pressing back into my hand. I rubbed my fingers gently over her hot slippery folds and sensitive rosebud. Lyra made a little sound under the blanket. Then I turned my body towards her, feeling the heat from her core on my palm.
"Your Highness..." Lyra whimpered.
"I told you to call me Anastasia," I said while rubbing circles around her sensitive heaven with my slimy fingertips. Then I learned in and wrapped my lips over Lyra's gasping mouth. Her small hips moved, instinctively rolling to the rhythm of my touch. I could feel the soft, pouty flesh of her outer lips yield to every pressure. The sweet scented juice seeped from her sex, and I felt it dripping onto the seat. The dampness continued to soak through, and the void inside her kept getting warmer with juices that were starting to wet my probing hand.
I closed my eyes, concentrating on the feeling of our dancing tongues. The human blooming scent and sweet arousal coming out of Lyra almost made my memory come back afresh. The nostalgic sensation began to rage through my being, it was as if I was reliving the moment again.
I went up and grasped Lyra's underwear. She raised her hips so I could slide them down her knees. There was just enough stretch in them for her to part her legs now. I moved back and tease her tiny pearl with my fingers and her slippery swollen flesh. Lyra let out a moaning sound. Her warm hands blindly caressed my body from underneath my silk dress.
Dipping for the first time into her juice-filled core, I wet my fingers and went back to tweaking her little hot pearl. Lyra's hips buckled slightly as the hardness mounted under the tips of my fingers. I started parting her lovely petals, spreading them as much as space allowed. I then slipped two of my fingers all the way inside. They slid through her easily and up to their base. I curled them upward, searching for the round flesh of her orgasmic spot. And once I found it, Lyra's entire body shook, and she gasped out loud, unable to hold it in anymore.
I could feel her warm sensitive walls clenching, squeezing my fingers together with a new flood of juices. As she came, Lyra's body writhed in her seat from a shocking pleasure. It was too quick and unexpected for the little human girl, but I wasn't done with her yet.
I pressed a bit more upward, faintly teasing inside her heated depths, and soon her muscles tensed once again.
Lyra could barely catch her breath anymore. Lyra began buckling slightly on the seat as I kept teasing the area that would trigger yet another explosion. With my free hand, I pulled her long shapely legs further apart, hanging them over the armrests.
In less than a minute, Lyra buried her face into my shoulder and shook uncontrollably as another wave of climax burst through her. I made her come for the third time without much of a break.
Then I stayed still with my fingers still inside her.
The eruptions began to take a toll on Lyra, and I started to wonder if she could pass out from too pleasure. It made me curious to find out. My head leaned in for another deep kiss again after we broke off to let Lyra gasp in the much-needed air. My fingers were still massaging her inside, ready to release her again.
"Your High...Anastasia..." Lyra whimpered in a trembling voice, her eyes were pleading. "Please...I don't want to come again...please...stop...I can't take it."
I inserted my tongue into her mouth to shut her up. Lyra moaned with a mixture of desperation and dreadfulness. She dreaded the pleasure that left her weightless and out of control, empty even. But she was desperate to find release. Her chest heaved harder. Her body tensed and her face contorted as if in pain.
Lyra was overdosed with the heightened sensation I was giving her. She was too sensitive and knew she could stand it no more. Just as her orgasm subsided, I stroked over her tingling area again, and everything sparked back to life.
Within seconds, Lyra seemed to be peaking and reaching towards the edge of oblivion. Her walls began to twitch for a moment and then they came crushing down on me. I made sure to help her ride the blissful sensation to its fullest.
Lyra let out a pitiful cry.
The little beauty clamped her legs together with my hand still between them and went stiff. Until it was all over, she collapsed back on the seat in pending exhaustion.
Then Lyra's hands clasped over mine which was still inside her, as if begging me to stop doing it to her any more. She was barely making another sound, but her green eyes darkened and glazed over. The girl took a sharp intake of air and started panting heavily. Her still shuddering form looked vulnerable and defenseless.
While my eyes kept staring at her, I smoothed the sweat beaten hair from her forehead and kissed her lips in pity, just so Lyra would relax enough to let me remove my hand out of her. Then she curled up into a ball and started to cry. Her sobbing was a sign of relief and her body's response to aftershock. I gathered the girl into my arms again.
"Now you know I'm not the perfect princess you once thought," I whispered softly.
Chapter 6
Alexandra
I LOOKED FROM THE PORTICO to the aqua blue sea. The tides were gently rolling over the whiteness of the shore. The light tropical breeze constantly caressed my skin. Yet, I sensed that it was going to rain anytime soon. The calm before the storm was obvious in the air.
Turning back inside, I walked towards a small table by the open window and flipped over some of the golden envelopes that laid on a silver tray. They were sent to me from Kremlin many days prior, but I didn't have the heart to read them until now.
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