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December 5th, Private Winter Lodge and Personal Retreat, Siberian Wilderness, Russia
Ice crystals frosted the tall glass windows as well as the patio doors of your spacious living quarters, offering a partially obscured view of the winter forest beyond and round about. The world outside had been blanketed in a fresh layer of snow overnight, dusting the large evergreens along with everything else in the same pure white of a bride's dressage. Siberia is well-known for its scenic landscapes and harsh, if not unforgiving environment and seasonal weather, but you had long since grown used to the region's versatility during the occasional stays with your lover. The evening temperature had already started to plummet as the winter sun sank lower on the horizon, already nearing golden hour, but regardless of the freezing outdoor weather you personally couldn't be more content at the moment. Inside the roomy lodge-like residence, things were quickly growing heated between you and your attractive Russian companion. As it was, the two of you were very much enjoying your stay (per usual) for multiple reasons...
Vladimir groaned softly as he lie prone, eyes closed, forehead resting against his folded arms while you massaged his shoulders and back, working over his tense muscles with your lithe fingers. Eight sleek, angular black limbs stretched forth in all directions as Vladimir relaxed beneath you, listening to the crackling wood of the fireplace as he felt you adjust your seating position over his cephalothorax (the middle part of his body starting near the base of his spine and continuing until reaching the abdomen). Below his upper hip level, the entire aranean portion of your lover's body was a beautiful midnight black, in direct contrast with the light Caucasian tone of his human half. Pushing the soft, dark blue fabric of his cable knit sweater further up, you began to rub between Vladimir's tensing shoulder blades, thumbs kneading his flesh while you admired the detail of his oskal tattoo. The snarling wolf's face had captured your attention many times before, but you always found yourself examining it again whenever the chance was offered, and your lover sighed contentedly through his nose when one of your palms smoothed over the elaborate ink pattern adorning his back.
''Finding everything to your liking?'' Vladimir's voice, slightly muffled by his arm, caught you off-guard.
''Always, лапочка,'' you replied, leaning down against his back and slipping a hand beneath his shirt, teasing your fingers along the side of his ribcage as he shuddered. ''You know I can't resist admiring you,'' you murmured low and sultry, warm breaths fanning against his nape as your lips ghosted across his skin, causing the little hairs at the back of his neck to raise before you suddenly pressed a kiss to his shoulder. A muscle in his jaw twitched as your hand crept up his chest, and he arched slightly when the pad of your index finger slid across his nipple before swirling around the sensitive bud. The gentle, soothing scent of mulled cider and pumpkin spice wafted in from another room closer to the kitchen, where you had placed several lit candles along the living space to set the tone for the evening. And judging by how your lover had already complimented one of the subtle aromatics -commenting on the notable pleasance of the pumpkin spice- as well as having been far calmer and better relaxed than what was usual for him, you would dare say they had already helped create the perfect mood. There was a certain undeniably romantic warmth about the current atmosphere.
The slow and precise movement of your first hand never ceased, with your opposite joining in shortly thereafter, actions growing a little more heated as you kissed your lover upon his neck. You laid your head against the crook of his shoulder, feeling his heart beat swifter while you continued delicately teasing his nipples, groping at his well-defined pecs and then trailing your fingers over both perking buds, mercilessly massaging the tender flesh. Soon enough Vladimir was groaning beneath you, smooth black limbs tensing and stretching out before you as he arched against your touch, feeling perhaps almost too much stimulation at his chest but also powerless to escape your warm caress.
''I can tell how badly you want me, love,'' the words left you in a playful, seductive whisper, spoken against his ear in an arousing manner which never failed to please him, ''you are tense дорогой, your body language betrays your desire - I can read you better than most.''
''You find this amusing,'' the smirk in Vladimir's tone was evident, even as you slid a hand down his stomach, palming his pelvic valley. He winced when your hand suddenly pressed harder, one finger trailing over the semi-obscure vertical slit (reminiscent of those found in dolphins, though not quite as pronounced) which housed his presently non-erect shaft.
''I do,'' you stated, moving your other hand away from his chest and up his neck, sliding it under his chin to cup at his face, thumb brushing along his stubbled jaw.
''You think you are so clever, малышка,'' several of those dark legs twitched, shifted position over the decorative rug blanketing part of the hardwood floor, ''as if I was not already well aware of the nature of your evening plans after such a relatively low maintenance day...'' he leaned upright, offering a wolfish grin over his shoulder, ''we both know you have wanted this since my unexpected trip this morning.''
''You were gone for a long time earlier,'' you sank against his back, sliding both arms around his waist and letting his sweater slip back into place as you embraced him. Your legs were growing slightly numb from sitting cross-legged atop him for so long but you didn't really care, not now at least. It had disappointed you to wake up on the first day of your stay to find your lover not only already out of bed, but also mysteriously gone from the residence. Mild concern had flooded your senses, seeing as there wasn't really a valid reason he would have had for leaving while on a technical 'vacation', but then you'd received a secure call from him around two hours later, informing you that he'd been broached with a potential business offer and that the client could meet local. It was still strange to you, these personal matters of Vladimir's that cropped up from time to time, but, such was the way of things when you ran private military affairs.
''I awoke not long after dawn, and the bed had already grown cold.''
''I truly did not mean to alarm you,'' Vladimir stated lowly, ''but you know I cannot tell you everything, even now.''
''I am..aware,'' was your reply, cheek pressing into the material of his sweater, ''I am simply glad that you are back. And hopefully you liked the small adjustments I have made around the place, though sometimes it is hard to think of everything.'' A moment of thoughtful silence passed between the two of you before Vladimir spoke again, his seductive, accented voice full of that witty charm you had grown to love so deeply.
''Any man would be foolish to turn away such a meal as the one you so thoughtfully prepared earlier,'' he said in that pleasant, curt manner which he'd surely learned from his mother, ''I saw that you also spent a good while dusting and cleaning; the candles added a nice finishing touch.'' Hearing compliments from a man like Vladimir was like earning a fine reward, and his warmth by your side was all it ever really took to make you happy. For a few short seconds all was quiet, save for the sound of his heart beating as you pressed your cheek closer to his shoulder, and you subconsciously began stroking a hand over the muscles of his lower torso as you once again felt a lustful flutter in the pit of your gut.
''Always so generous with your kind words,'' you purred against his sweater, adding a jovial ''I am starting to believe you truly enjoy my company.''
''I would not allow you to stay otherwise. My kindness, if that is what you wish to call it, extends to only you and a handful of others; you should consider yourself lucky that you are such an excellent cook,'' Vladimir's tone was serious at the first, before once again gaining that sultry edge of someone who was steadily growing aroused, ''that, and for the fact that I find you to be very pleasing in bed - particularly so when I put you on your knees.'' A heady flush dusted your cheeks as you mused over his choice of wording.
''Should I take that as a hint, love?'' you asked mirthfully, lightly dragging the fingers of one hand over the slit concealing his length before sliding off him, barely catching the almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of his mouth as you rounded his sizable form. Outside, it had began to snow lightly, small flurries falling atop the patio which was already covered in a pristine layer of white. The sun was a glowing fireball dipping low over the alpine ridges, bathing everything in beautiful shades of gold and making for quite a lovely view through the wall of glass windows.
Striding over to the hearth, you tossed a couple more logs into the fireplace before carefully undoing your hair. Vladimir had proceeded to remove his sweater and shortly thereafter you shrugged off your own, discarding it upon the couch, and then dropping your socks on a welcome mat near the stairs. Given the continual heat from the fire, you were comfortable enough in only your cream turtleneck tank top and white leggings - a mix of apparel which you knew your lover found attractive.
Vladimir now sat upright staring out the window panes, gazing toward the sunset as you stealthily walked up behind him, bare feet making almost no sound as you trekked across the large rug in the floor. The material was soft beneath your soles, and you dug your toes into the plush fabric as you propped yourself against your companion's shapely arachnid abdomen. Vladimir threw a sidelong glance over his shoulder, giving you a warning look as your palm began sliding over his form. Your fingers brushed over the smooth surface, tracing along the row of vibrant red arrow-like markings streaking down the center. There was an hourglass mark beneath him in the same bright crimson shade, directly under the middle of his abdomen, but you only rarely ever caught sight of it; mostly because Vladimir wasn't fond of being on his back while he was like this. You could guess that this probably stemmed from one such occasion when, during a particularly intimate wine-fueled romp, you had mercilessly teased the delicate spinnerets underneath the end of his abdomen until you managed to extract several long, slick strands of gleaming silk. Though a highly pleasurous encounter it had been, you garnered that it left him feeling a strange amount of what you could only deem embarrassment, as he had barely spoken to you the morning after, and any time you broached the subject of your prior activities he was swift to alter the course of conversation. You hadn't tried it since, yet regardless thoughts of that night were seared into your mind, such as that look of pure, overwhelming ecstasy your lover had worn as you drew a line silk from him, gently tugging occasionally to further incite his arousal.
''I would much rather have you in front of me, любовь,'' Vladimir spoke, voice edged with honeyed lust.
''I am well aware,'' you stated, punctuated with a light chuckle, and continued stroking his dark flesh, unbothered by his desirous glare. He shifted several of his legs impatiently, allowing you a few more moments to amuse yourself before he decided to take hold of the situation. Your palm drifted over his large, smooth abdomen, following its natural curve, and you marveled at how warm his body was beneath your hand. As opposed to the natural traits found in the karakurt species, yours was unusually hot-blooded. The dark surface of his skin felt heated, feverish almost, blazing with an inner warmth you attributed to lust. When your eyes raised to meet Vladimir's he was gazing back at you in a solemn manner, wearing a look of pure need. The rays of sunlight streaming in from the window caught in his lovely sable irises, giving them a brilliant honey-gold luster.
''What is it that you desire, love?'' your voice was soft, enticing as you stood, gently stroking along one of his sleek, arching limbs. ''Tell me,'' you added casually, circling his eight-legged figure, ''what has you worked up in such a profound manner?'' His eyes tracked your movements as you came to stand at his front, looking slightly up at him, and his jaw twitched as he took in the expression of deep longing on your face; a lustful glint present in both your eyes. The world around you began to rapidly fade away as your lover turned toward you, leaning in and swiftly snatching you in his arms, and you wrapped your legs around either side of Vladimir's waist as he reared up, pushing you against the nearest available surface.
''You have no idea what your body does to me,'' he droned, pinning your clothed figure to the wall, pressing his cheek to yours so that you were both facing the same direction as he nuzzled against you, ''how much my own yearns to be one with you, to simply lose myself inside your warmth...'' Vladimir tightened his grip around you, tilting his head as he began to kiss and nip at the exposed parts of your neck. There was a tense warmth about him, and from the way his fingers dug into your hips you could tell that he was steadily losing his composure. Your hands made their way to his shoulders of their own accord, fingers weaving into his dark hair and dragging through the soft locks. Seconds later his lips were on yours, and you found yourself swiftly reciprocating Vladimir's each and every advance, feeling heat blossom at the apex of your thighs as you grew steadily more aroused. Vladimir leaned into your touch, groaning lowly when he felt you kissing at the crook of his neck, lips tenderly trailing over his collar bone. He felt his restraint quickly leaving his body the longer you caressed him, your fingers gripping his jaw to deepen the heated little exchanges. Those beautiful sable eyes locked onto yours between a flurry of passionate kisses, and your lover appeared briefly transfixed; still amazed at how you could stir such insatiable desire in him. You held his gaze for a moment, falling into those lovely umber depths before Vladimir was suddenly arching, feeling as one of your hands slid down between the two of you to stroke at his pelvic region. Vladimir grunted, shoulders tense, and gave a sensual roll of his hips when he felt you teasing the slit opening within which his phallus still remained concealed - though arguably it wouldn't stay that way for very much longer. Your fingertips lightly traced along either side of his entrance while he eagerly arched against your splayed palm, heart fluttering behind his ribs, and he tried (and subsequently failed) to stifle a breathless groan when you delicately dipped a finger inside. Vladimir dropped his face to your shoulder, twitching stiffly, body reacting to the overwhelming stimulation as you worked the digit further, gently prodding at the tip of his length. He groaned hotly, shoulders flexing in response to your deep-yet-tender touches and soon enough you had him trembling in arousal, forcing you to withdraw your finger as his shaft emerged from its confines. You caressed your lover's newly exposed flesh as he grew rigid, beautifully sculpted abs tensing as his cock stood fully erect before you, already pulsing with need.
For a moment the two of you remained still, offering Vladimir a chance to catch his breath as you struggled to remove your pants while still pinned. He backed off slightly, helping you strip out of your leggings before suddenly he was hefting you up again - without allowing you to take off your satin underwear. This time he lifted your body higher, propping your legs over his shoulders and positioning his head between your thighs as he set about mercilessly teasing you. Vladimir's prickly stubble grazed along your inner thighs when he delved closer, and you gasped sharply as you felt his warm breath fan over your clothed bud, tongue darting out to taste you through the fabric and pressing at the dampness already pooling there. Then he was mouthing over you, skillfully curling and twisting his tongue against the slick material of your underwear as you drug your nails over his scalp; he shuddered as the pleasant sensations ran straight to his cock. You tipped your head back, groaning out of bliss when Vladimir's lips found your clitoris, nipping and tugging at you through your soft clothing. One of his hands was firmly planted at your hips to help support you, while the other roamed upward to grope and fondle your breasts through your top as his mouth went to work over you. You gasped when he began kneading the flesh of your breast in time with the movement of his tongue, rough hand gripping and squeezing as you arched your back appreciatively.
''Vlad-augh!'' you began to speak but your words were cut short by the pleasurable way Vladimir's mouth played at your sensitive flesh through your silky undergarments, leaving you unable to string together a coherent sentence to warn him as you felt a familiar tension coiling in your gut. Your walls fluttered, clenching around nothing, and all at once you felt stark emptiness along with the burning heat of your arousal which demanded release. Vladimir buried his face between your legs when you tried arching your hips closer, groaning against you and sending little vibrations zipping along your swollen bundle of nerves. It was a highly pleasurous sensation, and you started clawing at him as the feeling of his mouth -his teeth- grew more maddening, leaving you wildly aroused; ready to simply give in and have him take you whatever way he pleased. Another long drag of his tongue over your underwear and he had you squirming, all but begging for release. Your desire ached fiercely, and you wished for nothing more in that moment than to be sated at the hands of your lover; for him to simply abandon his perfectly maintained self-control and put you beneath him. And Vladimir, as if attuned to your unspoken yearning, did exactly that; because just underneath that layer of quiet composure, he was steadily losing his mind. His rigid member strained upward, craving your touch as much as the rest of his body. He longed for your gentle caress, for those lovely hands splaying out over his shoulders while he pinned your body beneath his and sheathed himself in your warmth, feeding the lust burning through him with the pleasure your body would provide, but for now he was patient. As with most of the times he was intimate with you, Vladimir chose not to rush. Instead, he savored each and every moment of denying you what you wanted, drawing out the pleasure until it became borderline torturous so that when you were finally granted release, the gratification you received from your orgasm was mind blowing.
Gathering you into his arms, Vladimir grunted when you wrapped your legs around his waist, pinning the damp, silky warmth of your undergarments against his throbbing erection. He skillfully maneuvered about, carrying you over to the large bed which the two of you shared where he then deposited you upon the lush duvet cover, pulling you close to the edge as he immediately continued ravishing you. You lay flat upon your back, briefly glancing toward the window and the last few striking rays of sunlight streaming through, before suddenly breaking into a series of impassioned moans as Vladimir's mouth once again made contact with your delicate bud. Tilting your head back, you arched your hips slightly; pleasured tremors wracking through you when your lover smoothed a hand over the plane of your stomach, holding you down even as you writhed against the heavily arousing feel of his warm breath and lips ghosting over you.
''My..Volodya...'' you huffed breathlessly, threading your fingertips through his soft hair, ''always so eager..'' You shifted one of your legs slightly, drawing it in front of Vladimir before he realized what you were doing, and he hissed when you nudged his hardness along the bridge of your foot. He tensed, eyes closing briefly as you continued to tease at him, dipping your smooth skin against his pulsing flesh as he shivered in anticipation. Vladimir allowed your pleasant actions to span for a short while longer, temporarily soothing some of the needy ache at his groin, but then abruptly pushed your foot away the minute he found himself nearly rutting against it when the passion deepened and his pulse began to race.
''You are clever, лисичка,'' Vladimir spoke, in a tone that was equal parts dominant and erotic, ''always pushing all the right buttons if you think it will get you what you want. But I won't grant you the satisfaction you desire - not just yet.'' Staring hazily at the roof, you caught movement in your lower peripheral, glancing down your figure in time to see your lover backing away.
''On your feet,'' he stated with dangerously seductive authority, ''with your back toward me.''
Doing as Vladimir had requested you rose to stand, slowly turning to face the bed, and a pleasant shiver ran down your spine when he crept up behind you. His hands grasped at either side of your waist, thumbs rubbing circles into your flesh before suddenly he was tugging at your underwear, discarding the decorative bit of fabric upon the floor after sliding it off your legs. Your tank top followed shortly thereafter, and goosebumps spread across your exposed shoulders as Vladimir gently pulled it off your body, removing your bra in the process. For a moment there was silence - the kind of quiet laden with unspoken promise, then Vladimir was looming ever closer at your back until you could feel his hardness jutting along the curve of your hips and it made your heart race. Arousal pulsed between your thighs as Vladimir closed the distance between your bodies, chest pressing against your back, breath fanning at your nape causing you to shudder as his hands began roaming over your bare form. Your breath hitched as your lover ran a hand up your stomach, fingers splaying out over your ribs before sliding farther up to capture your left breast. With his opposite hand Vladimir gripped at your thigh, lifting your right leg to prop your knee atop the edge of the mattress, and then adept fingers were stroking along your inner thigh, making you throb with anticipation as he urged your legs further apart. He gave an experimental drag over your folds with two fingers, noting how you were already slick with need just as he began to roughly pinch and knead your nipple.
''It is truly amusing,'' Vladimir stated in his sensual, flowing tone, ''how you never seem to tire of my company.'' He once again stroked his fingers along your lower lips, enjoying the way you arched for him, before momentarily drawing slightly away - only to lean back into you sparking a new level of pleasure when you felt him guiding his shaft through your dampness. Vladimir groaned quietly as his member slid between the folds of your labia, fingers anchoring against the tender skin of your thigh to hold you still when you tried to maneuver yourself onto his hot length.
''Not yet,'' he tsk'd, and you melted when he propped his chin along the crook of your neck, light stubble pricking at your tender flesh in a way that sent tingles of lust spiraling through you, ''perhaps if you show a little more patience, I will consider rewarding you.'' You shivered, catching the hidden layer of warning in his tone, and with that, he resumed fondling your breast. Curious fingers wandered over your naked form; pinching, twisting, massaging, all while you moaned lowly, tipping your head back onto your lover's shoulder. Desire tugged at you and you were filled with the dull ache of emptiness, walls fluttering at the mere thought of being stretched out around your lover's girth.
And then you were being driven to the very brink of sanity, clitoris throbbing wildly as Vladimir's shaft brushed up against it in a most pleasurable manner. It took every ounce of willpower in your body not to try and spear yourself on him again (although you knew if you attempted so he would only delay for even longer, because he loved toying with you like that). He pulled away only to repeat the process; rigid length brutally sawing along your nub, teasing you in a way that quickly had you yearning to sink onto him and grind your hips until you found that pleasant state of bliss your body craved. Reaching back, you ran your fingers through Vladimir's soft hair, making him shiver when you teased your nails over his scalp and you felt his need strain against you while nestled against your dripping wetness. Daylight continued to fade, with the snowstorm picking up outside accompanied by the sounds of your hot panting and wood crackling in the fireplace.
When all the teasing and foreplay reached a near-crescendo, just as your legs had started to shake Vladimir turned you to face him; forcing you onto your back and pinning your body down onto the mattress with his own. It was all very deliciously agonizing - his tongue swirling your nipple as he nipped and sucked at your breast, the feel of his stiff length jutting along your lower abdomen as he pressed himself between your legs, so close yet so far made your body throb with arousal, your insides aching to caress the angry heat of him once he was finally enveloped in your warmth.
''...what's with that look?'' Vladimir panted, pulling away from your breast with an audible 'pop' and appearing equally as flustered as you. Much like yours, his face sported a heady flush presently, self control visibly waning the longer you offered him those sultry, smoldering glances. ''Моя красивая девочка,'' his tone came across as unexpectedly sweet, even given the lust pulsing through his veins, ''you know exactly what you do to me.''
With that, he smoothed both hands over your ribs and began to palm your breasts, roughly kneading your tender flesh as the pleasured throbbing between your legs deepened. You could tell how badly he wished to give in and take you, but regardless he also couldn't resist the last minute teasing; it was all part of how he chose to show affection - not in showering you with idle gifts at every turn, but instead by offering your body the deep pleasure it craved. In doing so he had only ever strengthened the bond and trust shared between the two of you, by testing each other's limits, learning when to give and when to pull away.
''Please,'' you murmured weakly, breath hitching, ''no more teasing, Vovochka. I need you - now.'' You arched your hips a little, rubbing against your lover's hardness in an attempt to alleviate some of the tension coiling beneath your skin as well as drive your point across. His eyelids fluttered, a breathy exhale escaping his throat in response to the sudden stimulation, and just as you were at the very precipice of bending to your desire of simply rutting your hips beneath him, Vladimir offered the response you'd been waiting for.
''As you wish, my dear,'' his tone was husky with arousal, like darkness laced with honey and smoke as he finally caved, ''you know I cannot resist indulging your desire when you speak to me like that. Your voice pleases me greatly,'' Vladimir leaned up slightly, enough so that both of you could see as he trailed a hand down to his aching cock, and you shuddered when you felt his fingers parting your folds as he guided his member to your dripping entrance, ''I will make certain that you are given a reason to use it.'' The head of his shaft prodded at your slit, already beading with a droplet of precum, and no sooner than your lover had finished speaking he rushed forward, burying his length in your silken depths. Your back immediately arched, the breath leaving your lungs as you cried out from the sheer pleasure of being joined. Above you Vladimir groaned, backlit umber eyes narrowing desirously as he sank deeper, forcing your legs farther apart as he pressed inside your clenching wetness. The tension in your gut coiled tighter - triggered by the heat of your coupling, and you soon found yourself unable to keep from touching him, hands sliding up his tattooed arms and collar before splaying out over his muscular shoulders.
Vladimir released a hushed moan, bed groaning under the weight of yet another forceful, measured thrust which left you breathless and huffing. Nothing would ever replace the feeling of his cock sliding within the molten confines of your womanhood, girth rubbing at your slick walls as they strained against the intrusion. Only Vladimir could sate your needs this thoroughly, scratching that lustful itch that was ever-present during the times when work kept him away for long bouts. Sliding a foot over your lover's back, you winced when he unexpectedly lifted you in his arms, holding you against him, on him as he moved your body closer to the center of the mattress. Several of his lovely sleek black legs draped over the edges of the bed at both of your sides as he went down with you, sculpted figure fitting perfectly against your subtle curves and contours. Nuzzling his face at the crook of your shoulder, Vladimir kissed your cheek; playfully nipping at your earlobe before his lips were suddenly ghosting over your own and he set about devouring your mouth. Then he was delving between your thighs once more, fully hilting himself and setting a gradual, building pace as the kiss deepened. He toyed with you even now, sliding inside of you, and slowly gyrating his hips at an angle so that every time he moved the mushroom tip of his cock rubbed over your cervix. Breaking the kiss first for air, you instead found yourself gasping sharply as Vladimir leaned in, brushing his lower torso against your own as he captured your breast. The added friction along your sensitive clitoris had you raising your hips to meet your lover's thrusts, offering him an exquisite angle from which to claim you long and deep, and soon enough all you could focus on was the motion of his pelvis. The sounds of sex were becoming more and more apparent throughout the quiet living space as the act progressed, sounds of wet skin making contact, accompanied by pleasured moans or the occasional heady gasp.
Switching to suckle at your opposite breast, Vladimir groaned against your tender flesh when he felt your fingers digging through his dark hair, nails raking over his scalp and causing the skin at his shoulder to prickle, an excited tremor shooting straight down to his groin. He continued harshly sucking on your nipple, lips latched over it, tongue swirling around the perking bud as his hips kept crashing against your own, pumping his flushed erection in and out of your scorching core in a steady, almost leisurely pace. A bold vein pulsed along the underside of his girth, teasing your walls each time your lover pulled away.
Snow swirled against the window panes, lightly pattering the glass, but neither you nor Vladimir could hear it. Presently, you were both too focused on each other to care about anything else, relishing the way your bodies reacted to one another with a sort of urgency. You threw your body into a splendid arch - somewhat reminiscent of the ''bridge'' pose though not quite as extreme, and Vladimir splayed a hand beneath the small of your back to support you. Your hands dropped from your lover's shoulders to grope at the bedsheets, tightly grasping at the soft fabric as his member repeatedly sank inside of you, glistening with a fresh layer of your fluids each time he pulled away. Vladimir released a throaty groan, raking his chin stubble along your neck, enjoying the way you shuddered and dug your heel against his back as a result. The pleasure he felt when your inner muscles began clenching and un-clenching around his girth was maddening; the way your body was constantly trying to trap him inside your scorching core driving him positively insane. Heat smoldered along his rigid flesh, completely enveloped in your slick depths with each rhythmic thrust, and the feeling of your pulsing wetness around his straining length was like a heady dopamine rush straight to his brain. Your bodies continued to dance against one another, and what happened between them was blissful; erotic and euphoric all at once.
Vladimir shifted over you, pulling back only to surge forward with every thrust, grinding his hips against yours. His harsh grunts followed by your breathless pants filled the room as he increased his pace, adjusting several of his limbs, bed frame groaning in protest at the added momentum from his large body. Tilting his head, Vladimir captured your mouth, teasing your tongue with his own just as you brought your legs around his waist and he slipped his both hands beneath your lower back, keeping your hips raised at an angle while he mercilessly rutted away at you. His lips worked over yours, swallowing your muffled breathy groans amidst the passionate exchange, and you felt yourself steadily coming undone as he took you.
You called your lover's name between breaths, fingers digging into the covers, heat pooling in your gut as the tension coiled tighter - suddenly threatening to snap, and Vladimir shuddered as your bodies strained against one another. His hips jerked forward of their own accord, the head of his cock roughly striking your cervix with each rapid movement, smearing a mix of fluids and causing you to cry out beautifully, body bending to meet your lover's frantic pace. Vladimir groaned deeply, a sound that was easily swallowed up by the lovely keening noises you were making, and his shoulders flexed when you ran your hands over them, nails clawing at his back as you fell apart beneath him. You felt all the stress and tension melting away as the warmth of your orgasm unraveled throughout your lower body and you held your lover close, catching the way he slowed his pace, moving in a series of long, deep thrusts that allowed you to properly ride out your high. Your climax plunged you into a state of utter bliss, with wave after wave of ecstasy rippling through you, feeling pleasurous contact zipping along your sensitive bundle of nerves as Vladimir arched over you, intently rubbing his pelvis against yours in a way that made you see stars. With your hands clasped tightly about his neck, you gave one final arch of your hips, urging your lover to chase his own end as the effects of your orgasm began to dwindle. His pace gradually quickened, body once more rolling against yours, hardness throbbing as he sought release. The pressure within your core built anew and soon enough you were already panting again, fingers burying themselves in your lover's hair as he desperately thrusted inside you. Your nails trailed delicately over his scalp as your inner walls began to flutter and clench around him, and that's all it took to tip him over the edge.
Vladimir grunted, pinning himself over you, eyes screwing shut as his movements faltered. The tension in his loins reached its peak, hard length throbbing with a steady ache that he could no longer ignore. Arching inward, his cock pressed flush against your cervix, making you sway a little to try and alleviate some of the intense pressure just as your walls clamped down around him. You murmured something like a plea, but your lover didn't quite catch what it was, as all he could focus on was the sudden pressure on his rigid shaft accompanied by your flushed expression, and that was it. Every last ounce of sanity left him as your muscles closed in, clenching tightly about his pulsing member and you tipped your head back, groaning desirously. Those little actions, coupled with his dire need for relief, were what finally drove him to orgasm. Vladimir shivered, feeling his whole body tense as you both arched in unison. Before he could silence it a strangle moan crept up his throat, and he buried his face against your neck as he came, spilling into you while your body clamped vice-like along his twitching member.
A stream of milky essence jetted inside of you as your lover climaxed, flooding you with his seed, and you immediately felt the warmth of his release shooting up through your narrow cervix. Vladimir moaned lowly into the crook of your neck, arching against your hips as your walls continued to spasm around his hot length, finishing off with an additional spurt. Your second orgasm was triggered by his load gushing hotly inside your silken heat and he offered a few more weak movements to help you through - mainly consisting of lazily circling his pelvis until he was fully spent. After achieving such lovely, breath-taking intercourse, the pair of you were chiefly exhausted.
Vladimir exhaled through his nose contentedly, slowly lowering your back down onto the mattress as he carefully slipped out of you. Need sated, he relaxed into your arms, gently laying himself over you with that post-coitus tenderness which you adored. He gazed at you fondly, stretching out and then nuzzling your neck as you scratched your nails though his soft hair, making him melt against you, going completely limp from post-climax bliss. For a while the two of you just lie there resting, emitting the occasional pleased sound at the brush of an arm or stroke of a cheek, far too content to be worried about anything happening outside of each other's embrace. It was during this state of momentary peace that you finally decided to break the ice on a secret you'd been harboring for several weeks now.
''I'm pregnant,'' you stated casually once a comfortable silence had settled between the two of you, noting how the hand which had been idly rubbing at your shoulder stopped. Vladimir froze, and for a moment it seemed like he'd ceased breathing altogether, taking time to process the weight of your statement as the words fully sank in. Lifting his head he met your gaze, lovely sable eyes boring holes through you as he searched your own for any tell as to whether or not you were being serious. But instead of a humorous glint he found only clarity, an edge of seriousness present in both of your glimmering orbs. That, coupled with your deep expression - as if you'd been waiting to gauge his reaction - caused sharp awareness to rise within your lover, and he found himself curious.
''You are...certain of this?'' Vladimir inquired, suddenly a little tense.
''Undeniably so. There have been...signs. I wanted to tell you sooner, but I had to be sure,'' your voice was low as you cupped your lover's cheek, lightly caressing his jaw, and your unusual demeanor served to staunch any further considerations from Vladimir that this might be some idle joke, ''and when you mentioned coming here, it seemed like the perfect opportunity.'' His lips parted the slightest bit, as if he had something to say but couldn't quite find the words. Lifting some of his weight from you, he glanced down to your bare torso trying to discern if there was any notable change he might have been overlooking.
''..how far are you?'' he asked in a quiet tone, voice holding a level of tenderness when he spoke that you would have never quite expected of him. There was something almost fragile there, as though he were treading on the surface of a frozen lake which was threatening to crack and plunge him to its lightless depths.
''Two months.'' Something in him changed then, had shifted at hearing this newfound knowledge and he soon found himself splaying a hand along your ribs, sliding his warm palm over your stomach though it had yet to truly show confirmation of your prior announcement.
''Two months..'' he repeated, and for once it seemed you'd left him speechless.
''Yes,'' you spoke, leaning up to embrace your lover, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and tenderly kissing the corner of his mouth. ''You are going to be a father, Vovochka,'' you lightly ruffled the back of his hair, noting how his gaze had become fixed to some random point atop the mattress, ''the father of our precious child.'' Slowly, the arachnid part of his figure gradually shifted to that of his normal human appearance, still bare, and he rolled onto his side pulling you down with him.
''What shall we name her?'' the words left you as you were enveloped in the comfort of your lover's arms, leaning into his warm chest, ''or him if it happens to be a boy.'' Silence. For a moment you grew worried that perhaps Vladimir did not truly approve of the situation, but a quick look at his face told you otherwise. It was in the slight downturn of his mouth, the way he blinked slowly, eyes already halfway closed - those little things that no one else would take any notice of but you did. ''What is it, love,'' you asked with a tenderness that he'd grown genuinely fond of, ''what is wrong?''
Upon building a serious relationship with him over the course of several years, Vladimir had allowed himself to trust you, to gradually treat you as he treated no one else. The truth was, you'd become so much more; you were someone very dear to him, and now you were granting him the gift of something truly special, something that was to be protected at all costs above everything else - a child. A beautiful, fragile little being untainted by the world of its parents and all of their trauma. Vladimir couldn't help but be brought back to the past reality of his own childhood, in which he'd suffered through both emotional hell and torment at a young age due to multiple factors which were completely out of his control.
This however, was like a second chance; his second chance at some semblance of a normal life. The wars would continue - death never sleeps, as would the many private meetings and shadow operations, but now he had a real reason to fight; to ensure a changed world, a better, stronger future. A safe place for his family.
''..Vova?'' you cupped his face, gently brushing your thumb just beneath his eye and noting how it glimmered wetly. This was a side of Vladimir which he rarely allowed to surface, a part of him which, given the many atrocities he'd committed, most thought he couldn't possibly possess: feelings. The fact that the man which many deemed ''monster'' had a heart led you to believe there might still be hope of change someday, however distant. Perhaps this would only come about after he'd achieved his each and every goal, writing history in the blood of both his victims and his allies, yet regardless, your fate was set in stone. Your morals might not always align, but if he went down you would be right there with him; because once you'd made your choice, you would rather burn for eternity than suffer without him.
''It is nothing,'' Vladimir finally spoke, running his fingers through your hair, ''I simply became...overwhelmed. Every man has his weakness, including me.''
''Was it something from the past?'' you asked, gently rubbing his temple.
''The past is of no consequence,'' he stated, ''all that matters to me now is you and the life you harbor inside.'' Weaving a hand down between your bodies, he traced circles over your belly which was presently still flat - save for the most subtle of protrusions.
''You are my world now,'' Vladimir murmured warmly, tipping his head to yours, ''you, and this child we share. I want you to know that, and to realize that I mean every word. I love you, and I will protect you, both of you, until the last breath leaves my body.'' You felt your pulse flutter, heart beating like a caged bird as your lover made an end of speaking.
''And I to you,'' you nestled closer, pressing a light kiss to the tip of Vladimir's nose before snuggling against his chest, ''I will stand beside you always, because I love you. Never forget that.''
For the first time in a long time Vladimir felt lighter than air, as though an oppressive weight had lifted from his very soul, and he wrapped his arms around you a little more closely as the two of you fell into a tender embrace. There were a few more words exchanged, mostly in the form of sweet nothings cooed into one's ear, as well as some discussion of preparations to be made before and after the baby's arrival. Eventually though, talk faded out, and you both became pleasantly lulled until finally surrendering, pulled under by the promise of restful sleep.