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queensdivas · 3 years

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Peonies Chapter 8

It has been a while since I've posted about Grigor or The Great. Y'all I have been busy with finals and another fic on archive that has been my favorite thing to write. If you've ever watched The Terror from AMC then you'll enjoy this.

But I haven't forgot about one of my favorite fics. Never.

Other than that! Here we go after weeks of not writing.

Previous Chapter

Masterlist

The idea of falling asleep after today just sounds nauseating. Seeing the horrors in front of me then coming back to my apartment for Peter wanting to kill me. Then for Grigor to storm off due to the fact that he thought I would lay with my own cousin by marriage. Yes I’m well aware that’s still a common practice amongst the Monarchs of the world but not in my book!

Turning my head to watch the flames slowly begin to die down before my eyes. The room was beginning to spiral into that infamous Russian cold. I didn’t feel like throwing another log on since part of me thinks I deserve to be in the wintry world that I have chosen to live in.

This plan for making Catherine the ruler of all Russia is becoming stale. What have we done that’s been achievable anyhow! Go to the front to feed a bunch of soldiers! You saw what happened when I alone tried to help Peter! Catherine influenced a new Patriarch yet the women of the court still find Catherine to be an annoyance. There has been absolutely no effort or somewhat change Catherine has done to make things more in her favor. God she is a child thrown into a world that she has no idea what she's doing. Although I should be guiding...but...

What good am I doing here! I feel as if I’m just now a fuck toy for Grigor to feel a womens touch since his wife is with the Emporer on a daily basis! Throwing the blanket off me to march over to the nearest vase and chuck it across the room!

A screech left my body as I cleared everything off the vanity onto the floor. I could feel the blood rushing through me for this anger to spiral out of control! This stupid country! Grabbing a book to throw it against the wall!

THIS STUPID COUNTRY!

HOW CAN ONE FUCKING BELONG TO THIS COURT!

HOW CAN ONE SINGLE HUMAN BE SUCH AN ABSOLUTE MORON! AND YES THAT HUMAN IS ME!

WHY DOESN’T HE TRUST ME!

I’M NOT HIS WIFE!

THIS STUPID GOD DAMN COUNTRY!

IT’S MAKING ME QUESTION EVERY SINGLE THREAD OF INSANITY I HAVE BECAUSE THE MAN I’M BEGINNING TO FALL FOR HAS MAJOR TRUST ISSUES! CAN’T HE SEE THAT I AM A ONE MAN ONE WOMEN SORT OF WOMAN!

YES I’M A WHORE TO A MAR….

Huh...would you look at that Chiara? All because he lit a fire under your own ass because everyone else around you stays clear of it.

I…..

I feel nothing….

Maybe the cold will make me feel something in this empty body. Grabbing the handles of the window to pull them out. They smacked against the walls for the wind to soar through my room. It flew through my hair for the first few seconds for it to stop. The cold swaddled me up but I didn’t move from the window.

I do not deserve the things I have been given in life. For I am a cold hearted bitch with almost no remorse in my actions. I could possibly kill a hundred people and proclaim it to be for the greater good. No sense of remorse or sadness.

How could Grigor want to love someone as vile as me..I am cold..evil. Someone like me doesn’t deserve the warm embrace of what love is. This lust is beginning to form into the most dangerous tool one can have in their life. For it can bring life and destroy it in a matter of seconds.

I miss his touch..the way his fingers would glide across my arm as we snuggled together on the bed. The way he kissed my forehead after a long time of making love. Him showing me his drawings and I know he’s drawing me in my sleep! It hurts to feel this sort of way! I don’t want to feel anything! This feeling is almost heart wrenching and...beautiful.

My breathing began to choke till the only warmth that was on my body was the singular tear that had escaped my eye. I’m not a crier. Though we Italians embrace our emotions and turn it into something beautiful, I think this tear is a sense of relief. If I didn’t feel anything. I wouldn’t be whimpering in front of an open window.

A gentle beat from the door echoed through my room as I didn’t even move. If Peter was sending his soldiers to kill me I get the feeling there would be no knock. Please let it be Grigor. I need to feel his touch and tell him the truth. Not all of it but at least enough that I don’t spoil my plans for Catherine.

I closed the window to hurry over to the fire and toss a log in. If it’s Grigor then he probably would prefer something a little warmer. Please him please. Grabbing my robe to put it on as I opened the door. My eyes expanded from the confusion of who was standing before me in my bed robes.

“Elizabeth?” Well if she was coming to kill me I imagine my room has some sort of secret entrance and would’ve done it in my sleep.

“I hope I didn't disturb you. I think we need to have a little chat.”

“We do?” Dear God if Peter opened his mouth about what he started and what I finished I’m going to go kill him myself!

“Yes. May I come in?” Taking a step back for the door to open. She was in her bed clothes as she noticed the mess I had made in my room.

“The work of Peter no less?” I kept my mouth shut for once waiting for her to say something more. She’s going to defend Peter as much as she can. Probably for his own father who I imagine she secretly loved. From my understanding Peter the Great was also quite promiscuous just like his mother. A family of harlots.

“I heard from Peter what happened here early today. I highly doubt that you called him a bastard since he can be quite over dramatic.” So she’s aware that he’s a sniffling bastard whose inability to rule is quite prominent.

“Not talking much tonight are you? Usually you have a comment to say if I were in here talking about Peter.”

“For once Elizabeth. I could truly give a shit about Peter and his antics. I’m not here to please him and make him happy. I’m here for Catherine and making her more comfortable with her new station.” Try not to think that we might kill her own Nephew in a good amount of time. If not by Catherine then by the military.

“You’re not angry that he was in here and wanted to kill you?” She sat down in front of the fire in the love seat for me to stand before here.

“Your nephew. My cousin by marriage is a harmless little bug in my life Elizabeth. His actions were not even worth a single drop of sweat from my brow.”

“Did the stabbing of a major General not scare you? As an outsider I thought it would have scared you horribly.”

“Not scared. More gasping which then leads to utter annoyance. I am more than capable of handling Peter when he’s in a state of anger trying to kill me. What do you even want because I would like some sort of rest.”

“Be more gentle when it comes..

“Just because his mother was a horrid woman does not excuse his actions Elizabeth! That’s saying Zeus should be considered a kind man even though he raped Leda because of his own mental state. Peter thinks of him as Zeus when in reality he is worse than Hades himself! Life is horrid Elizabeth and constantly blaming his issues on his mother is disgusting and you standing here trying to defend him holds you accountable for his actions.”

“What an interesting comparison. You are a very bright woman and that wicked tongue is able to strike anyone down.”

“I can strike down anyone with tongue and steel.” Taking in a sharp breath to walk over to a full bottle of sweet red wine.

“Would you like a glass?” Asking for her to nod. Popping off the court to grab two glasses then bringing two glasses over for us. Sitting down across from here to begin pouring her a glass. She motioned for me to stop for me to pour myself some as well.

“I apologise dear Aunt Elizabeth. I sometimes forget to catch my tongue before it falls out of my head.” We both took a long drink to the point when we were done I had to pour a little more between us.

“It’s quite alright. I’m just grateful you didn’t kill my beloved Nephew before it was too late.” Before I could answer the doors bursted open.

“Excuse me mam?” Turning to see a serf was standing by the door of my world. Did something happen to Fernanda?

“Zasha? What is it?” Elizabeth stood up from my chair to approach her.

“It’s the Emperor. He’s fallen gravely ill.” Well. That is going to solve our problems much faster than I thought it was going to happen. She wrapped herself around her robe as we began walking out of my bedroom.

“Why are you coming? I thought you despised him” She asked for me to nod but was still walking.

“We’re family by marriage. He is now my cousin whether I like it or not.” Turning the corner to see that Orlo, George...and Grigor were waiting outside the room. Splendid. I imagine his wife was ready to lay in bed yet stumbled into that mess.

“From what I’ve seen and heard it sounds bad. A lot of vomit and blood.” Orlo told us to stand next to Orlo. One of the priests that was in the room came out with the black mask on his face to then take it off before us.

“You may not enter the room. For it might be contagious till the doctor tells you differently. For he’s running a high fever, a lot of vomiting, and has been seeing strange visions. The Archbishop is there with him now. He’ll tell you more once he comes out.” Is...Is that vomit on his mask? Or...dear god. He walked past us heading down the hall towards the apartments.

“How is he?” Catherine came in with a very well detailed look of uneasiness.

“Very ill.” Elizabeth told Catherine for my eyes to drift over to Grigor. He was holding onto George but staring directly at me. Stupid man. Stupid man!

“Can we go in?” Catherine asked Orlo but I’m assuming not.

“Well everyones being kept out here.”

“In fear of contagion.” Finally looking at Grigor again for us to lock eyes for a brief instant till I turned to Catherine.

“He’s been vomiting continuously throughout the night, and he runs a high fever, and he has fits of wild delirium.”

“The Doctor and Archbishop are with him.” I told her to place my hands on her shoulder to give some comfort to this poor wife and my cousin. The door opened for a child to come out with a bowl filled with blood and vomit. Not to mention his entire body was covered head to toe in Peters upchuck...and from the smell..the back door was also used as well.

“Excuse me.” Oh the smell! Covering my nose for Grigor and I to look at one another again. He doesn’t look concerned. Is that a smile?

We all leaned into the doorway to see what was happening in there since we could only hear the sound of Peter vomiting and coughing more and more. I did the sign of the cross to hold onto my cross necklace. I don’t pray for Peter. But I pray for the Doctor inside the room that he stays safe from whatever disease has fallen upon Peter. Peter could go to hell for all I care, but I have to keep up appearances.

The Archbishop popped in the doorway for us to straighten our backs. He came out of his bedroom to close the door behind him. Grigor inched a little closer to me to the point I could sense the warmth radiating off him.

“How is he?” Grigor asked for the Archbishop to stare directly at us.

“Extremely ill. The fear is that it may be Cholera.”

“Cholera?” That’s a rough sickness. Even I wouldn’t wish that sort of death on my enemy.

“Which I suspect he will have caught from a possessed, nocturnal animal. Probably a badger.” If I ever get sick in this country I would rather just endure the ride home and die in a carriage. These doctors are not touching me with a ten foot pole!

“Where would he have come across a possessed badger?” Catherine asked thankfully. That sounds absolutely unrealistic and not how you even got Cholera. Not that I don’t know how you get Cholera but I imagine it’s not from a possessed badger.

“If it is Cholera, he will die, will he not?” Holding her a little tighter as a cue to sound a lot more concerned. You have to make it believable that you’re distraught that he might die!

“It’s a strong possibility that we must face.” Looking at Orlo who kept the same straight face he usually has.

“Oh my little man.” THE POOR BABY! I WILL WEEP WITH A BOTTLE OF WINE AND GLORIOUS MUSIC!

“The Doctor is working hard on cures. It may be something else.”

“Has he said anything? Is he talking?” Why would he be concerned if he’s talking? Grigor might as well give a shit if he truly dies or not.

“He speaks intermittently. Much of it is deranged. Said he was a wolf, and wanted to eat Swedish children for breakfast. And there was some talk of what he’d like to do to Chiara and with various ladies of the court. I’ll spare you the details.” My body ran cold for Catherine to turn and face me. The blood in my body felt as if it dried up as I wanted to vomit. Looking at Grigor as I felt so disgusted with myself.

“Before more bouts of diarrhea and vomiting.” The Archbishop went back in for Grigor to take in a deep breath.

“I will go in to see him.” Say what?

“Do not risk your life.” Elizabeth told him as he stopped in the doorway.

“I want to be there for my friend.” Bullshit! He could give an absolute shit about Peter at this point!

“I had no idea your husband was so brave, Georgina.”

“Oh yes famously so.”

“In more ways than one.” Adding into the conversation for George to turn and face me.

“Just being honest.” An angry snake she is when I add my own little comments. Settle down hypocrites.

Orlo, Catherine, and I huddled into our own group to see the expression of Catherines face change from the fake grieving widow to an excited future ruler. Must admit this is a little exciting for me as well.

“If this is Cholera, he could be dead within the day.” Orlo told us as Catherine was beginning to smile slightly but trying to control herself.

“Right. That means..”

“Yes. Yes it will be yours. You will rule Russia.” By God it’s going to actually happen.

“After all our planning..it just..”

“Falls right into your lap.” Orlo finished as the doors opened back up. The ArchBishop came out of the room to take off his mask. Remember when I said that this planning became stale? I stand corrected and I was completely wrong. This just made everything better.

“In light of this terrible situation, a meeting is being called to deal with the possible transition of power.”

“To me.” Easy Catherine. That’s a little too exciting for someone who's losing their husband.

“Indeed. It seems so. You are the next...should the worst happen.” Seems like the worst is about to happen right before them. If it’s going this quickly then I might be going home soon! Finally an end to this horrid nightmare and cesspool!

“Prepare with prayer, and the senate will be called.”

“I look forward to it.” Damn it Catherine!

“Not him dying. That is bad. And sad. And we hope for the best and a speedy recovery.” If I could slap my own face I would without making this seem like we’re excited that Peter is dying.

“God will be with us. He always is.” The Archbishop left the hall for Catherine and Orlo to talk amongst themselves. I need to talk to Grigor. I can’t stand being apart from him at nights for it is his warmth I believe that is keeping me sane. I don’t think I can tell him that I think I’m starting to love him but atleast telling him I need him is a good start.

*Grigors P.O.V.*

DIE! DIE YOU HORRIBLE HUMAN! YOU THINK YOU CAN SLEEP WITH MY OWN LOVE BECAUSE YOU’RE THE EMPEROR! DIE DIE DIE! I WILL KILL YOU AND WILL LIVE PEACEFULLY IN MY OWN LIFE!

Removing the pillow to see that he was still breathing! Bastard! Slamming the pillow back onto him to push down even further in hopes that I might finish the job! Just die! How hard is it to kill someone who's already dying! Talking about Chiara as if she’s just a common peasant!

“What are you doing!?” George yelled as I continued to push down harder and harder.

“What is right and you know it George! I have to do something!”

“Fuck!” George pulled me back as we stopped to see Peter was still breathing. Dragging me from his bed towards the middle of his room.

“I was given the choice to be a man or a child! I’ve decided to become a man for the sake of my sanity!”

“You poisoned him?”

“Arsenic. From the wall in his borscht!” Feeling the cold slap from George as she was in full rage of my actions.

“What happens to us when he’s dead? Think what Peter provides for us!”

“You...you..”

“You’re a stupid fool Grigor!” She took a deep breath to calm herself down.

“Our situation is complex. Yet also simple! We have a safe life with Peter! Luxury, security, a place in court. Who’s he gonna be replaced by? Catherine!? We’re nothing to her! What happens to us then? Not to mention Chiara is making it much more difficult to handle this situation. No thanks to you!”

“So you may have a lover but I may not!” I love Chiara and this marriage is non-existent!

“Grigor?” Peter called for me as I turned to see him barely awake and moving. Say something George! You hypocritical bitch say something!

“We’re here.” George, like a mother goose, flew to Peter's aid. Well. It’s very clear now on where my life stands now. George has made her bed and it is time for me to make my own with a Duchess who isn’t afraid to get the job done when it needs to be done.

Letting go of the pillow to march out of the room and slamming the doors shut. Taking in a few deep breaths to calm myself before scampering off to Chiara. Chiara? Where is she? Perhaps in her chambers!

It was like seeing a light at the end of the tunnel heading to her apartment! The outline of the room was glowing before my eyes. Chiara..my love. The only woman in this world that can make my knees buckle to bow at her feet. That fire is intoxicating to the point that I might die of happiness.

Slamming the door open to see Chiara was in front of the flames looking directly into them. Her head slowly turned to face me with a somber look. A bottle of wine sitting next to her looked thoroughly used. Oh my precious flame. Closing the door to sit down next to her as she went back into looking into the fire.

“I placed my blade against his neck threatening to take his life away. Why didn’t I slice it open? Tell me why I didn’t Grigor?” She asked for me to place my hand on her cheek.

“What happened before I came in?”

“He was mad that I helped Velementov at the front for strategy. He drew a sword on me and I fought back. I won and threatened him that if he were to ever draw his sword on me that I would win. I...I should’ve sliced his throat open and strung him up as if he was game to place on my wall.” I feel like I should tell her that I’m the one that poisoned him. That he is dying in his own bed because the world would be better without him! She was literally going to kill him before I even came into the room!

“Chiara. I’m the one who caused him to become ill. I poisoned him in the borscht while he was eating dinner.” Her expression was the same as before till it clicked in her mind. Her entire face went from a beautiful red to a ghostly white in a matter of seconds.

“Holy shit..” She whispered to turn her attention to the fire. Is she going to tell Catherine? Not that Catherine might care much but what if she does? Would she tell the court? No...no what have I done!

“I would ask why but that..oh my god.” Turning her head to face me as I gulped.

“If it helps, I did it for you. For us..for everyone in the court that his idiocy will go away.” Her lips were slightly open with her breathing beginning to rise.

That lovely color began returning to her cheek as she climbed on top of me and wrapped herself around me. Those entrancing lips striked against mine as my hands traveled up her back to pull her shirt. She stopped to place her index finger on my lips.

“For you committing such a horrendous act. Allow me.” Removing her finger to place a kiss on my lips, to my cheek, then right underneath my jaw line. I could see the stars from how well she was working those luscious lips. Her hand gripped my cock to start playing it through my pants. God her touch. It’s almost too delicious to even allow. My eyes rolled back for me to lay down on the rug for her kisses to start moving down my body.

I love her...I hope that she knows that I would kill an army for her without regret...

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bluesfortheredj · 4 years

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Grigor the lover.

Smut ahead.

The women in the court could be cruel. Mostly to Catherine since she arrived, but occasionally they’d turn their attentions back to you; making snide comments about how you didn’t quite fit in to their group, or how your choices of gown were limited due to the amount of time it would take to make you one simply because you were little larger than most of them. You didn’t take much notice of them in all honesty because not only did you have a man who completely worshipped your body, but a few other admirers of it as well, including Peter… unfortunately.

“Peter has summoned us,” Grigor says quietly as he joins you at the window in the main hallway.

Your breath fogs up the glass and you draw an unhappy face in the cloud of white before turning to him and pouting exaggeratedly much to his amusement.

“I promise I’ll make it up to you,” he smiles.

“How?”

“I can’t possibly reveal such things.”

“Grigor,” you whine as you slide your hands up his coat, “please.”

He rolls his eyes at your needy whine that he is powerless to resist but before he can divulge the dirty details of exactly how he’d make it up to you Peter is suddenly at your side with a ridiculous grin on his face as he stares down at your ample bosom before looking up at the window.

“Hello! Oh! Someone’s drawn a face on the window… ha! How odd. Right, come on you two, I need your help.”

He pushes his way between your bodies and links his arms through yours as he marches you both to his dining room where a glorious spread is awaiting you. This was certainly one of the few advantages to being so close to Peter; you had access to the finest food, drink, and fabrics available to him and it was worth the ogling and leering. Peter would encourage you to relax when in his and Grigor’s company such as letting your hair down, loosening your dress, kicking off your shoes… You knew what he was after, as did Grigor, and you let Peter have his eye full of your curvy figure but never anything more, and it seemed to satisfy his lust for you quite well, as well as having quite the effect on your husband who was eager to remind you who you belonged to as soon as you returned to your apartment.

“(Y/N), I insist, as your Emperor, that you forgo any formalities and simply act as if you were in your own sitting room,” Peter smiles as he takes his seat at the head of the table.

You look over at Grigor and give him a wink, “but Peter, if I were to do that I would be sat in Grigor’s lap warming his length inside of me.”

“What a wonderful thought!” Peter exclaims.

Grigor looks up from his food with a confused frown before directing his bemusement towards his friend, and Peter quickly shakes his head at him.

“Not with you, obviously,” he scoffs, “with me! Grigor, tell me what it’s like watching those breasts bounce in front of you when she’s on top.”

“Oh, well, it’s...” he drops his fork and lifts his hands up as if grabbing onto your chest, “it’s absolutely glorious. I mean, there they are, so full and round…” his fingers flex to signify a squeezing motion, “I’m hard just thinking about it to be honest.”

“As am I!” Peter agrees, shifting around in his seat.

You didn’t mind the men chatting like this, you were used to it, and Grigor only indulged Peter’s fantasies because he knew it would keep him from making a move on you, as it could be detrimental to you both if you were to refuse him. Your eyes stay transfixed on your husband as he smiles shyly across the table at you and you have to fight every muscle in your body to stay seated and not walk around to be with him. Grigor talks to Peter but all you can hear is his side of the conversation as you watch his lips move and his hands gesticulate along with his words while his gaze returns to yours for a split second every so often. You were obsessed with the man, completely and utterly consumed by him, and whenever you were with him it was as if the rest of the world didn’t even exist; it was just the two of you in your own little universe.

“Grigor, I’m suddenly feeling very unwell,” you gasp, bringing your hand up to your chest as you feign illness, “may we go back to the apartment?”

“Of course!” Grigor nods, pushing his chair out and making his way to your side of the table.

“Oh, I do hope you feel better soon,” Peter frowns with concern as he watches Grigor help you to your feet, “do let me know if you need anything.”

“We will, thank you,” Grigor replies as you head towards the door.

It’s not long until you’re back in the privacy of your own domain and you drop the act as soon as you’re through the door; pulling loose the lacing of your dress and letting it fall to the floor as you stand there looking at your husband with a devilish smile on your lips.

“You were pretending?” he laughs.

“I want you,” you exhale softly, “I want you so much.”

Grigor takes a sharp inhale of breath as you allow part of your slip dress to fall from your shoulder, pulling the neckline down and teasing him with a glimpse of your soft skin. He falters as he opens his mouth to speak but is unable to form any words, let alone a sentence, but then he blinks twice in quick succession and finally engages his brain.

“Sit on my face,” he says softly.

“What?!” you question, hoping you heard him right.

“I want to lay down on the bed then have you lower yourself right onto my face,” he explains slowly as your mouth falls open at the prospect.

“Grigor, I-”

“I want to feel your swollen lips on my mouth, your supple backside resting on my chest, your thighs tensing around me as you soak my tongue with your arousal.”

Your mind fails you so a light whimper escapes from your lips instead of anything coherent and you almost rip your undergarments from your body as Grigor swiftly undresses and assumes his position on your shared bed. His words made you dizzy with lust and you slowly crawl up the bed beside him as he licks his lips in anticipation; those inviting pink lips that you can’t resist kissing before you straddle his upper body in preparation. His hands guide your legs forwards until all he can see when he looks up are your glistening folds hovering above him, then he slides his arms around your thighs and pulls you down to his already open mouth. Your hands reach out for the top of the headboard as you let out an almighty moan at the feel of Grigor lapping lengths of your slit over and over again before slipping his tongue inside you and sucking along your folds until he reaches your sensitive nub; it was overwhelming.

“Grigor,” you whine, “oh my god, Grigor!”

It’s almost embarrassing how quickly you feel yourself tensing up as his mouth eats you like it was his last meal, and you look past your stomach to see him with his eyes closed, enjoying every second of it almost as much as you were. His fingers dig into the soft skin of your thighs when you try and lift yourself when the sensation becomes too much and he keeps you held tightly in place as your whimpers and pants become faster and more desperate.

“I can’t… I’m going to…” a screech follows your stuttered words as your muscles release before they begin to pulsate vigorously while Grigor continues to swirl his tongue around, and you soon realise that he has no intention of letting you go yet.

His teeth graze along your enlarged lips making you shiver above him, then he begins to lavish relentless attention on your stiff button that’s now white hot with pleasurable pain, and you’re very vocal with each movement his tongue makes; alternating circling motions with pressing against it with varying pressures. Your hands are gripping the headboard so tightly now that you’re sure they’re about tear a chunk of it off while you pant Grigor’s name as another climax builds quickly. Sweat is beading on your body by the time you orgasm again and Grigor hums happily as he delves his tongue inside your soaked walls and feels your juices coating it. When he finally releases his grip and you carefully move to sit next to him you get to see just how red and swollen his lips are, and the skin around his mouth is shining with a mix of his saliva and your arousal.

“Kiss me,” you whisper as he goes to wipe his face clean.

He smiles as he lowers his arm back down and you lean over him to press your lips to his so you can capture the sweet and salty taste that surrounds his mouth, and your tongue sweeps across his chin as your hand travels down from his neck to his stiff member that stands proud from his body.

“Grigor… can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

You lean on one elbow as you pull away from him, still stroking his length slowly and circling his tip with your thumb, “will you fuck my mouth while you spank me?”

His body twitches at your question and his eyes grow wide.

“Ye… Yes (Y/N),” he nods.

You smile and bite down gently on your lower lip as you turn your body towards where your other hand is, then lift a leg over his body once more before flicking your tongue over the small pool of secretions that had already gathered at his tip and slowly parting your lips as you take him in your mouth. The sound of him whimpering at your touch sends excitement flowing through your veins and he manages to lift his hands to your thick thighs here he runs them up and down the smooth skin before lifting one hand and bringing it down with a loud slap on your arse cheek. It jolts you forward and your eyes water as his member moves to the back of your throat, then he begins to lift his hips off of the bed as you find a comfortable position to stay in, and he fucks you hard and fast as your saliva drips down his length when he sets off your gag reflex.

“You’re taking me so well,” he pants, “I’m not going to last long.”

You move your lips back a little so that your teeth graze along his pulsing veins ever so slightly, then you reach forwards to his soft sack and massage it gently which earns a loud groan from behind you, and you feel another sharp smack that makes your eyes roll into the back of your head at the sensation. The breathing through your nose just about manages to keep up with the sucking you’re doing and the faster he thrusts, the faster his palms rain down on your cheeks, and then he pushes three fingers inside of you as he continues to spank you with his other hand. You hum around his cock as you begin to move your body back and forth to the rhythm of his fingers, and the vibrations that run along his member only push him further to the edge until a couple of minutes later he stills inside your mouth, pushing you to the limit with how deep he is inside you, and releases his seed with a groan of your name.

“Stay where you are,” he exhales as you swallow what he gave you and lift your head from his length.

His fingers continue to pump inside you as his thumb now rubs around your overly sensitive nub, and the smacks that alternate between your cheeks leave pleasurable stings on your skin that are in such a contrast to the pleasure you’re feeling inside. You have to lean your head down on his thigh as the sensation becomes too much for you to handle, and you end up a panting mess when you climax for the third time; rolling off of his body very unceremoniously and landing in a sweaty heap. He chuckles as he looks at your exhausted frame, then kisses his way up from your thighs to your stomach pouch, then up to your breasts and finally to your lips.

“You’re incredible,” he whispers as he rubs your stomach lovingly, “you’re perfect.”

“And I’m all yours,” you grin.

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Promised Part Four (The Great Arranged Marriage AU mini-series)

Pairing: Grigor Dymov x fem! Reader

Word Count: 7K

Warnings: swearing, food, dogs, marriage, and mentions of sex and some steamier parts

Summary: When Emperor Peter visited your family, his behavior threatened the peaceful alliance between them and Russia. Now in order to fix it, you are betrothed to marry his best friend, the handsome and heartbroken Grigor.

Part One --- Part Two -- Part Three

The morning after the wedding there was a sealed letter placed on your mother’s table. She nearly dropped it in nervousness.

Something had happened. Something had already happened. The alliance may even be in danger and so was she. Everything was too new now. The blue bed that you slept on in the other room was now empty. Even little Sonya’s trotting and barking was gone as well. She had to face the morning alone. And you, her daughter, her dear child, was now a married woman.

She ripped it open to read the contents with wide eyes.

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Emperor Peter was about to take his morning as usual- sleeping in late. As was typical for a hangover. Peter laid out on his belly like a starfish, still in his clothes. Georgiana smirked as she entered the chambers. She heard him groaning even in his dreams. Already in her dark robes and nothing else on, she knew he would be groaning for different reasons in perhaps an hour. She knew that after a night of celebration Peter would call on her one way or another to cure the headache he had with her kisses. She might as well be ready. There were worse ways to start the day.

Her eyes trailed down to a sealed letter on the table on the other end.

It was Grigor’s seal.

Before she could stop herself, Georgiana grabbed a small letter opener and cut it open. She read its contents.

It was short. But enough. She put it down, sitting on the chair and taking in a deep breath. Her lovely ivory face turning red. Tears blurring her eyes as she breathed in the message it contained. As she sat down, she let the waves of grief flow out of her, glad that the emperor was too deep asleep to see it.

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Your brother and his wife were late risers. So, they were confused by the excited knocking on the doors of their salon while the sky was still pink.

The lodgings given to them were surprisingly beautiful. Large, plush beds that were the color of cream, vases full of roses, and purple canopies over their heads as they slept. And all expenses covered. Your brother gently padded his wife’s shoulder as she groaned at the sound.

“I’ll get it…”

“Thank god for this bed…” she nestled into the pillow to fall back asleep.

Your brother yawned and crawled out. He smiled and kissed his wife and she smiled before she returned to dreaming. His eyes were crusted with sleep as the door cracked open but shot awake at the sight of your father.

“Wha…what is it?” he asked.

“I have a letter…it’s from Grigor, Y/N’s husband.”

He tilted his head in astonishment.

“Already? Why? What happened?”

“I don’t know yet…I thought we both should find out…” he commented nervously. “’Sides, my eyes are bad. Can’t read a thing on it.”

Your father handed it to him, and your brother read it out loud.

“To the Y/L/N Family,

Last night under the sight of God, Y/F/N and I consummated our marriage.

The alliance is now completely secure and may nothing hinder it with our union. You may rest assured everything is now safe. Madame Y/L/N and the Emperor know of this as well.

Your Son-in-law, as of yesterday,

Grigor Dymov.”

Your father and brother let out a deep breath. Yet there was a knowing look between them. Your brother looked again at the letter.

“And…she’s his! I can hardly believe it…I barely even know the man myself!” your brother said.

“Well, it’s secure…it’s completely secure…our alliance with Russia is safe.”

As your brother returned to bed, worried thoughts entered his head. Grigor had a bit of vodka and was putting you on his lap and kissing you a lot. You looked so so timid with him. Not to mention Peter. If this man was close friends with Peter then that said enough. Your voice was trembling when you said your vows. You would only speak softly. And you only knew Grigor for so long. The moments before you were led to Grigor’s chambers you looked like a lamb led to the slaughter. And he could do nothing about it.

This alliance came at the price of your torture.

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As you put the envelope into the pocked of you gown, you heard a familiar yap.

Sonya trotted over. With her ears down, she wagged her tail and reached up for you on the skirt of your robe as far up as she could.

“Hello love…do you like the place?” you asked.

She placed her paws on your skirt as you gentle petted her head.

“Shhhh, be quiet. Please don’t wake pa…him…” you whispered.

Was Grigor now her papa? It felt odd to call him that yet.

Who knew when he would awaken, so you wandered through your new apartment. It was large- three rooms, all with large red walls. You especially liked the outer receiving room with a large, dark fireplace and a nice little brown table with two chairs. There was a tea set properly placed there. Sunlight was pouring in and you heard the chirps of a few robins. The redness looked less frightening. The bathtub gleamed when there was sunlight against it.

Quietly you placed Sonya into your arms and scratched her fur as you admired a few portraits on the wall of the guest room. Eventually she wiggled hard and freed herself onto the floor, shaking in a flurry and then prancing to sniff the place more.

You scurried back into the bedroom. It felt bad to leave Grigor alone once he awoke the morning after your wedding. Especially when you recalled what he said last night.

I used to wake up in the mornings and hate it…because I would be alone…

You poured yourself a cup of the coffee, relieved that it was still steaming hot. This Liza or Beth or whoever timed her gift right. You sipped on it and let Sonya wander by your feet. Whenever she trotted over to the bed, you would shoo her away. You would scold her for yapping, placing a gentle hand over her mouth and saying firmly “no bark…no bark…”

After a few minutes passed, his eyes opened. He groaned as he woke up. His hand began searching your side of the bed.

Breathing in quickly, you walked forward on cue.

“Oh…I…I’m sorry…I…” you mumbled.

“Nothing, nothing…did you sleep in? You’re not tired, are you?” he asked groggily.

“I…I woke up a little bit ago…” you answered. “I managed to fall back asleep. I think it’s late morning.”

“That’s good.” He said.

Placing yourself on the edge of the bed, you weren’t sure if you wanted to kiss his forehead or take his hand. You weren’t sure what quite to do at this stage.

“We have a…a gift for us…someone sent us a tray…”

He got up. You were still unused to the sight of his body now in only a simple shift. You looked at the floor. You saw his breeches were still on the floor abandoned. Noticing a black robe over one of the chairs, you went over and got it.

“Is…is this yours?”

“Yes, it is.”

Fetching it, you returned to his side of the bed. Standing on your toes to reach his tall height, you placed it over his shoulders and he slipped his arms through.

“Th-thank you, you’re very kind, Y/N. What are the pastries like?” he asked.

“I…I haven’t tried any of them yet…” you confessed.

“How come?”

“I…I wanted to wait for you…so we could eat them together…” you admitted.

He grinned as he joined you to try the tray. Pulling up the card, he let out a huff of laughter.

“Huh, already she calls us our aunt.”

“Is she your aunt?”

“No, Peters.”

“Oh.”

He smiled. You smiled back. As he sat down and began to eat a strawberry flavored one you noticed a slightly wicked gleam. You looked back and picked a chocolate pastry, biting into it with embarrassment.

You wondered if the intimate moment you had last night would be brought up. Or rather, how to bring it up. What did lovers, much less married couples say after these things? The thing that was unsaid between the two of you now.

“Oh your cock is pretty large.”

“Thanks for cleaning up the mess between my legs!”

“I thought I would kick your head off by accident last night-sorry! I’ll be on top next time!”

There were people who thought men weren’t men, women weren’t women, and children would stay children until they were bedded. You looked at your bare feet poking out from below. It was still your feet. Your hands were still your hands. And even the face in the mirror on the wall across from you was still your face. You were supposed to be a woman now. But you didn’t feel any different than yesterday.

“Th…thank you, Y/N. I appreciate you waiting for me for the food,” he said.

You nodded. “Of…of course…and…about last night…I…”

The words froze in your throat. You were always raised as more of a proper lady. You were able to control any urges you had for other men. Besides, you didn’t want to risk getting pregnant and the difficulties that would bring. Or die in an attempted abortion. Or get a disease. The world of sex had things you heard about. Whispers or a page or two from books that you would secretly read when your parents backs were turned. But actually, experiencing them was something new. Exciting. Frightening. Unknown.

“I…it was…it was nice…” you said. “You were very nice to me…you are very nice to me…and I…I don’t know anything…”

He smiled genuinely and said “I’m…I’m glad. I’m glad it was nice for you…damn, these are good.” He said, chewing on his bite.

You finished your pastry. Little Sonya raced around the room and perking her head at any new sound she heard of footsteps. It was silent between the two of you as Grigor finished his breakfast. His shift was still open to show a bit of the hairs on his chest and his eyes had the slightly dark quality of an hour too much of sleep than one was used to.

“I was so scared about yesterday, I didn’t sleep much the night before,” you commented.

“Y/N…yesterday was very long. Take it easy today, please. You don’t have to do anything today. You can stay in bed all day even, if you’d like….”

“That…that would be nice. My mother is still here, can she come over and visit?” you asked.

“Yes! And…Can I invite your family over…just on a small hunt in the woods. The Emperor won’t be there because that’s his required hours with Catherine…ah, attempting for an heir.

“Oh.”

“You don’t have to be afraid of him. So we can all be together. We’re all a family now.”

“Yes, that…that sounds nice.”

It was a quiet mid-morning after breakfast was cleared. You were grateful for screens to dress behind and as soon as you were ready, there was a serf saying Grigor was asked for.

“Velementov needs your insight on a statue raised for Peter the Great, at once.”

It was a little lonely after he left. You read the fairy tales by the fire, the palace was large enough and you lacked the energy from yesterday to explore it anymore. And interacting with the other ladies of court scared you from what Catherine warned. You decided you would deal with court on a day you were not tired and aching from preparing a long-awaited wedding. Enjoying the silence and nothingness than fitting for your dress or seeing millions of well-wishers or trying not to let your crown fall off your head.

Looking further at your lodgings, the walls and furniture had matching, co-coordinating fabrics. There was a small throw pillow in a chair right by your bed that was the same color and pattern of the walls. You stroked the little pillow and then the walls, feeling the smoothness and bumps of the decorative flowers.

You rang up for hot water and some soaps. The bath was too intriguing to not try. Besides you felt grimy.

It was large. It took several steaming buckets before it was filled and you were left alone to step into it. The soaps smelled like honey and vanilla. There was steam building up in the room from the warmth of the bath. You noticed a mirror on a vanity was fogging up, as well as an oval shaped area mark on the wall catching some condensation. It was odd. Lightly colored. But there were faint dark marks as if a portrait had been on there for a while.

Shrugging off the observation, you peeked over to the side to see a few jars. Opening the porcelain lids, you saw bath salts and poured them in on an indulgent whim to add more flowery scents. Exhaling deep, your aching feet and limbs thanked you.

The perks of being friends with the Emperor of Russia…

You took the sponge placed next to the salts, giggling as you rubbed the soap on it. The sponge seemed about the size of your head. It covered your arms and legs. You were scrubbing on your body, standing up on in the tub to do so, when Grigor entered suddenly.

With a slight scream, you dipped down into the water quickly.

Splash!

You backed into the corner, your arms covering your breasts and your knees together, pulling away. Retreating into a near corner of the bath, you turned your head towards him. He even looked a little pink himself and could not resist a smug smile. He was not in his wig but was in the dark green court dress perhaps for whatever business he had to take care of.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to join you?” he asked, half-meaning it.

Though he turned away after the quip and covered his eyes with his hand dutifully.

“N-no thank you! I…I’m sorry…I’m just not used…please don’t gape at me!” you begged.

“Y/N! It’s fine.”

He peeked over and you made sure to duck low enough in the tub. Sure enough, it was safe. The edge of the tub, the soapy water and your limbs could cover anything too private. Only your head, with your wet hair clinging to you was visible.

You placed your hands on your face in shame.

“It’s so silly- we’ve already made love, Grigor…but it’s you…and it’s my body I…and I still feel….” You mumbled out timidly.

“Y/N…it’s alright. I’m not used to having a wife bathing in my room! I should have knocked….”

A jealous image jolted in your brain. Maybe Georgiana bathed in this very place. Maybe that was why he said “wife” and not “woman.” Maybe he was out with her. But…he couldn’t. He just couldn’t…would he? You didn’t love him. You liked him. And he was your husband and you were his wife. That was enough.

He keeled to the floor, seeing you at eye level with the bathtub covering what needed to be hidden. Though when you turned your head around. Only your head, with wet hair clinging to your face, and your neck and shoulders were visible.

“I…I’ve visited your mother. She will be staying here for a week and so will the rest of your family. You aren’t a prisoner in here, Y/N. You can have her up or visit her apartments. Even today if you aren’t too tired…we can host a tea or dinner for her if I’m not busy. Whatever you would like to do today.”

A smile crept up on you that matched his. You noticed his ears sticking out childishly like a mouse’s ears.

“That does sound nice…I’d like it if she came over this afternoon,” you replied. “And…your-er-our apartments are very pretty. Comfortable. I don’t feel like I’m in prison at all…”

He placed his hand in the warm water and tested it, his fingers stroking it. You noticed how long and graceful his hands looked, swirling the soap as if it was some magic concoction.

“Did you know I have a couple manors…and more than one vineyard?” he asked.

You shook your head.

“Gifts from Peter to me. If I could perhaps talk to him for a bit…. we would go there. Have a real honeymoon. There’s one near my vineyard in the country in the west. The sunsets are stunning. And the wine’s not bad either. We could watch the sun over a bottle and get away from court for a little while…wouldn’t that be nice?” he offered.

You nodded, “yes, I would love to go there with you.”

“Wonderful. I’ll leave you be.”

He stepped and turned to the next room so you could finish bathing and dress in privacy. Part of you prayed maybe the emperor would listen to sense. If possible. Even one day away in the country drinking wine would be nice. And you could have worse company than Grigor.

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That afternoon, right as you were dressed for company in a simple burgundy dress and invited your mother to have afternoon tea with her in your new home. She was walked in. Running from Grigor’s side, you embraced her as if you had not seen her in a year. In front of the fire there was a third chair and tea and a few sandwiches. Sonya even barked on her arrival and wagged her tail.

It was just like it was two days ago. Almost.

Until a serf brought in Orlo in a bit of a hurry, his wig disheveled, a slab of some sauce possibly thrown across his jacket. His glasses even looked a little dirty and his hair disheveled.

“The emperor requests your presence immediately,” he parroted, looking at Grigor.

He sighed lightly, but bowed to your mother, gave you a kiss on your hand, patted Sonya’s head, and left.

“Y/N…you seem…you seem to like him,” she said.

“If I was going to be sold for everyone’s sake, at least it’s to a decent man,” you commented. “So many others aren’t as lucky.”

She took a sip of her tea. Sonya kept trying to stick her snout into the sandwiches and you shooed her away. Your mother laughed a little at the puppy’s antics. She even hopped up and tried to eye her for a bit of biscuit.

“Y/N, I received word this morning concerning the…you know…” she began.

Your grip on your teacup went cold.

“That the alliance is secured.” You said firmly. “Totally.”

Your stomach squirmed.

“Yes.”

“I did what I had to for all of us. I knew if I didn’t sleep with him soon, then everyone I love would be in danger. Grigor told me. Besides, it was my duty as his wife…it is my duty,” you said.

She leaned over closer, glancing to make sure no one was listening. She then placed two hands on your shoulders.

“Did he…did he force himself on you, as you feared? We’re alone, you can be honest.”

“No, he waited until I said yes.”

Your mother released a breath.

“Thank heavens!”

Setting down your cup, the emotions came pouring out.

“But Mama…that’s just one night! And were bound until death! There’s going to be so many more! It’s all so new and I just…right before it happens, I get so nervous!”

Looking down, you glanced at your stayed-up stomach beneath your dress. It looked normal. But who knows? You could be pregnant this very minute. Were you even ready to be a mother yourself?

“What can you…tell me about it?” she asked.

“I was…I was relaxed after it was over and I…I don’t even know what to think. I get nervous whenever he looks at me. I was bathing when he walked in and it scared me that he could gaze all over me. It just…it unnerves me!” you confessed. “And I already did it! How can that be?”

“Well, now you’re married, we can be more candid about it. I can finally talk about it. I understand being nervous. The first few times your father and I made love…”

“Mama, please!”

“It’s thrilling and scary. You’re just new. Y/N, I’ll have to go back home, so we better make use of this time but… but…you have no reason to be ashamed of it. Or too emboldened yet. It can be a beautiful act. And it can also be an awkward one…. just tell me what it is that tortures you and what you like and let’s see if I can help…”

You smiled and spoke with deep honesty to her. She advised you. Discussing everything. Far more details than the bits and pieces after your betrothal was announced. Although your ears burned with details of your parents you never wanted to think about, you found yourself learning more and more about your body and a bit of his and what happens and what to do.

The discussion was had even long after the sandwiches were finished in crumbs for Sonya to sneak licks of.

“I will be here for a little bit, we can discuss plenty more…you can also write, my dear.”

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It was getting dark. Grigor was still not back yet since tea. You were thankful for the long talk with your mother, but she had been long gone and now you were awaiting his return.

The old man serf walked into the room with a tray of food.

“Monsieur Dymov sends his apologies. The emperor is keeping him long. He asked me to send you this,” he croaked kindly.

Thanking him, you accepted the tray. Dining alone as the night sky sparkled out of your window and the red walls grew from scarlet to garnet with the light’s dimming.

The clock from the hallway ticked with the hour as you wiped your mouth and ate the last bite of potato. Opening a cabinet in your bedroom, you found a familiar nightgown was pressed in there and changed into it.

You were knitting away on your bed as the fire crackled. Sonya sat up with you a while and tried to chew on the yarn and then contented herself with sitting at the edge of the bed sleepily. That scarf you were working on still wasn’t complete. You started the project not long before the Emperor called on your home and now…well, things were different now. It was halfway through though. It would take hours of work, but it was still there. Your fingers were still a little sore from being at the task for a while. It still helped you with your nerves of what your husband would be expecting of you.

The blankets over you were a dark green this time, changed so the dark ones could be cleaned. Sonya curled into a ball like a little brown decoration on the bed.

You reached for the brush on top of the chest next to you, placed away the scarf, and began to work on brushing your own hair when you heard footsteps and a few grunts. And it was none of the servants.

Part of you fretted it would be Peter. If you were alone with him who knew what would happen. But you saw Grigor walk inside. He had a white shirt that was open and darker pants with boots.

“I’m here! It too forever-we played tennis for hours! You can’t believe how many noses we could hit on the portraits!” he reported cheerily.

Taking off his boots. Sonya got up and greeted him. He bent down and began stroking her fur. It seemed comical to see such a large man with a squeaking puppy the size of his neck.

“Tennis? No meetings of state?” you asked.

“Not when he wants to complain! He was completely hungover, too. It was almost pitiful.” He added with a spark in his eye. Grinning, you recalled why he was hungover.

“Any vomiting with the tennis?”

“Had a bucket on the corner- poor fellow!”

You laughed a little bit at the image.

Though to your mixed delight and horror, he took off his shirt, pants, and breeches, climbing naked into bed. As beautiful and toned he was, you never slept next to any naked person. Much less a man. Keeping your eyes on only his face, you froze. Then you ducked to look at your hands. On one hand, this was your husband. Your anxieties wondered if any…part of him would awkwardly brush against you in the midst of sleep.

The bed shifted as he lifted the blanket and sat next to you.

“Yes, none at all, Y/N! Why I…oh…oh I….I’m sorry,” he apologized noticing your embarrassed face.

“It’s…it’s fine. I remembered you liked sleeping naked I’lll….I’ll just try to get used to it…”

“Let me…let me put on my breeches.”

He rushed out to shimmy it back on and then hopped back. Exhaling deep, you continued brushing a stubborn tangle in your hair. It till hadn’t recovered from the thousands of pins of yesterday. He paused, looking at you. You had sat up, holding your comb now with both hands and clutching it on your lap.

As you returned to brushing, he laid down on the pillow, watching you gently.

“What is it?”

He took a strand in his hand gently, playing with a wisp of your hair.

“Your hair is lovely. That’s a sight I could get used to- to see you just sit there and brush it.”

You bit your lip.

“Th-thank you, Grigor.”

As soon as you did, you pulled a strand away, revealing part of your neck. He went over to lean closer. You couldn’t help but stare at how attractive the hair on his chest made him. But your palms got sweaty and your heart was racing.

“Do…do you want to…I…” you felt yourself mumbling over as the sensation took over.

“Want to what?” he asked. “What’s wrong, Y/N?” he asked.

“It’s just….I’m…nothing’s wrong!” you insisted.

You looked up at him with a little sigh.

“You must think I’m a nun, Grigor. I just…I know it’s my duty to…to please you…” you confessed, looking down at your shift, fingers clutched as if ready to pull it up and have it over with.

Besides, wasn’t it true that men were always rabbits in heat? And their wives were bound to lie down and let them at it?

“I…it doesn’t matter what I want, what do you want?” he said.

“You mean…I don’t have to make love to you tonight if I don’t want to?” you questioned, blinking.

“It’s simple as that…” he said with a shrug.

He took both of your hands, gently rubbing his thumb over yours.

“Remember yesterday? I promised you that you have my protection. You’ll always be safe with me, Y/N. Not just with last night. Nothing has to happen if you don’t want it to.”

“Well, I…I’m really tired after yesterday and I…I just want to sleep…”

“May I at least kiss you goodnight?”

“Yes…”

You placed your hands on his face to guide yours and he kissed you sweetly. You could taste his dinner, but you didn’t mind. Though once you let go, he trailed a kiss down to your neck and you felt yourself let out a sound at it. It tickled a little and your stomach was churning again at the feeling of his lips there.

“Grigor…”

“Hmm?”

“Thank you…thank you for the tray…I was hungry.”

“Thank you for being patient. He is my ruler, but you are my wife. We can have dinner tomorrow.”

“Alright, I command it,” you joked.

He leaned forward and kissed you chastely with a smile, cupping your face. You smiled into it and when you pulled away, you found you had held your breath during it.

“Alright, Y/N…good night.”

Blowing out the candles, your room was submerged in darkness.

But you fell asleep lying across from each other. Close enough to feel each other’s breath. And without being very aware of it, your hand wandered to his and held it right as you drifted away. But it was nice to feel him next to you and feel him nuzzle at you. Soon your exhaustion won, and you were asleep.

At one point when you woke up in the middle of the night and saw the outline of his bare chest rising and falling slowly. You nestled closer and placed your head on it, not minding the feeling of his body. His arm reached around for you. Accepting it, you fell back asleep.

The next afternoon was cool and the trees were orange and autumnal. You recognized the rest of your family in a party outside the palace. Everyone had their warmest coats and cornered hats. A couple of wigged serfs carried small brown bags right by their heels.

Grigor and you walked out to the start of the woods in outdoor coats and hats topped on your heads. You rushed over to embrace them at once. They called “Y/N! Hello,” and gave multiple hugs of greeting as Grigor stood aside to let you have a moment.

Though you noticed your brother frowned when he saw your husband. Giving him only a bob of his head.

As your family headed off where the palace ended and the woods began, you felt Grigor brush by you. You shook off a few leaves that fell on your dark blue skirt.

“Is it…is it safe?” you ask.

“I know every pathway. There are gardens and little buildings here and there. I’ve played here since I was a child-It’s more than safe.”

“I must confess I haven’t explored much on my own. The gardens are still confusing to me. I can’t imagine what the forest will be like…”

An idea struck you and you paused. In the distance you heard a few doves cooing in a tree in front of you.

“Do you think…” you began.

“Think what?”

“Maybe in the mornings, or the late afternoon, when Peter hasn’t called you, we can see more of the gardens and the palace. Even the woods. I’ll bring Sonya on a leash. We can all walk. Together,” you suggested.

He gave you a crinkled smile. Leaning forward so that his grey wig shifted to the side from his head.

“That…that’s a grand idea Y/N,” he replied. “So help me, you aren’t getting lost.”

Picking up your pace, you both caught up with the party. There were bits of conversation to catch up that felt like older times. And you were grateful for the lack of a certain brash emperor to stir feathers. The only feathers that would be stirring were that of the birds spotted in trees. Easy targets. The men reached for the guns near their thighs and began shooting.

Your father was surprisingly excited about it. He managed to get a small robin, and everyone clapped. Grigor was impressive but was better at brighter colored birds than something duller. The servants ran after the birds and stuffed them into the bags.

After some time of fetching, walking beneath crunching leaves, and some relaxed, light conversation concerning your friends back home, there was a yelp from your brother.

“Look there! A big one!” he cried.

You turned your head to look for this mighty bird. It was a crow, cawing in mockery above. Your father reaching up to aim.

“Arh! My blasted eyes! I can hardly see it!” he cursed, moving slowly as the bird hopped between trees.

You followed with your mother and sister-in-law, chin up to where the large back bird was headed. And then you heard a gruff sound behind you.

Urf!

Two figures were missing from the others chasing after the bird. Turning around, you could make out some angry whispers. Walking closer, you looked and saw where. Your brother had somehow grabbed Grigor by the collar and pinned him against a tree with his pistol. His nostrils were flaring and his eyes almost red with rage as he spat onto his face.

“I know you did, you bastard! Secured alliance my arse-you deserve to have your head chopped off!”

“What do you mean?” Grigor insisted, eyes large and his face white.

“You deranged pervert! My sister is one of the best women I know, and you torture her like that!”

“I’ve done nothing!”

“You’re a scoundrel among men! And I don’t know what is stopping me from the pleasure of blowing your brains out!” your brother hissed.

Heart leaping, you did not doubt he would pull the trigger on him.

“I know how you Russians are- And everyone knows how happy Catherine is with her husband, how will you be any better with Y/N! Much less, what you did to her!”

You cry out your brother’s name and he turned to see you. Picking up your skirts, you run in between them, placing yourself in front of Grigor. Your arms reach out to shield him. You feel his breath huffing quickly in nervousness and so does yours.

“Stop it! What did you think happened?”

“Y/N, we got a letter bragging about how he forced himself on you and expects us to congratulate him! I won’t stand for any man who treats you-“

“He did not rape me the other night, I consented!” you interrupted.

A few hairs flew free from your hat. You felt your hands ball into fists. Again your own privacy concerning your body was being tossed around and displayed publicly.

“What?”

“I consented to consummate the marriage. Grigor never forced himself on me. And he promised he would. I know you’re protecting me, but I won’t you let hurt him- stop being ridiculous!”

Glancing back, Grigor’s eyes were the size of robin’s eggs. His jaw was slack and he was frozen in place, but his posture softened from your protection.

“Sir…may I add, is this the way you thank your patron?” he asked.

Your brother blinked. His hand holding the gun relaxed in mid-air.

“P-patron?” he asked.

“Do you know who covered the fees for your travels? The bill for the hotel?”

“It…it was a gift. Anonymous. I thought it was from our tenets or from the Russian court so we could…” your brother responded.

“It was from the Russian court. Because I fucking sent it. I begged Peter to let you come to the wedding and be with Y/N the day we departed for Russia. I had to nag him every day for weeks and weeks. Can you imagine nagging your damn sovereign?! But he finally agreed. I paid every penny just to have you be taken here and have a roof over your head the whole time! It’s because of me you aren’t away at your home wondering if you’d even see her again!” he said in frustration.

It was your turn to drop your jaw and turn your head around.

“You…you did that? But…why anonymous!” he asked

“It was in case Peter fucking disagreed! And he would have if I didn’t spend out of my own damn pocket! If it were that, I would have sent Y/N to the hotel to see all of you.” Grigor explained.

Your brother was aghast, and you blinked in surprise.

“Why? Why all this…for me? For us?” you blurted.

“I didn’t want bad blood with my in-laws! And Y/N your face- the look you had when our carriage was pulling away after the contract was signed…it haunted me. How scared, and miserable you seemed…I had to do something about it. I was practically stealing you away from everyone you’ve loved and known…I thought it would at least make you happy. It would make everyone happy. So, I did it.”

He nodded, looking down at you with his anger flushed out and his features softening.

Ears burning, you nearly clutched his hand as you processed what he did. Your brother sheathed his pistol.

“Forgive me…. she’s my sister and I…I was scared that I failed to protect her…” he apologized.

You soon heard footsteps and the others following suit. You felt Grigor’s gloved hand clutching yours as you both walked up, your brother in front of them.

“Why, what is it?” your sister in law asked, arms akimbo as she reached him. “We’ve been looking for you for a while!”

“I…uh, saw a rabbit and we raced to catch it, honey…” your brother answered with a quiver in his lip.

She rolled her eyes but got his arm anyway.

“Well, at least you’re safe. I thought we heard a bit of fighting,” she added, kissing his forehead.

Looking up, you felt Grigor walk forward, suggesting.

“Sir… join me after dinner, I have a bottle from Kiev. Let’s crack it open and enjoy a little mano e mano chat…we only need to know each other better. Is that good?”

“Yes that…that’s good,” your brother nodded, allowing his wife to loop her arm around his and lead him away.

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There must have been a little magic stored in that bottle. You sensed that after dinner you should leave them alone for them to drink and talk it out, especially since guns would not be involved. Though you could not help but place your ear outside the door that led to your apartment.

Though as you sat outside the hall, listening through as Sonya panted in your arms, you heard a clearing of a throat. Turning, you saw Mariol holding a book.

“The Empress asked wanted me to know, have you ever read Rousseau?” she asked sharply.

“No, I haven’t.”

“Then she wanted to give you this as a late wedding present. And for me to say that you’re free to visit her to talk about it. Count yourself lucky she likes you,” she added honestly.

Biting your lip, you thanked Mariol and accepted the thin book bound in red. Sonya sniffed at it in your other arm.

As much as you wanted to glance through the pages, you heard ridiculous laughs from your brother. Chuckling as Grigor chatted about a whistle that could summon an army of ducks from the back yard. But it was your brother’s silly, relaxed, happy laughter. The one of the happy boy you grew up with and not the man who almost killed your husband hours ago.

Poking in your head at the crack of the door shyly, you saw that they were enjoying a roasting fire next to them. Heads turned to acknowledge you. You shied away at first, but Grigor gestured you over.

“Ah! My darling Y/N…. come join us, please!”

“Isn’t this a man conversation?” you asked teasingly.

“I can make an exception!” he said, sipping his vodka.

Grinning you obliged, setting down the dog to be at your side and putting the book away. You allowed your husband to lean against you and clutch your hand. The sensation made you nearly feel a little dizzy. Even greeting him with a kiss on the cheek as a thanks for your cup of Kiev vodka. And your brother’s eyes didn’t redden this time. In fact, he gave you a toothy grin like the kind you shared when you ate sweets as children. When he fell asleep that night, you found yourself happy to see him smiling but secretly a touch disappointed. And you knew why.

That next night you waited for him to return from Peter’s request to dine and play who knows what games. Your heart was beating fast as you gave your hair a quick brush through, just as he liked it. Admiring the green laid on the walls in contrast to the red, you heard him mutter something to his servant. But you kept thinking of him- how he kept you safe on that night, how he shared the vodka with you, and the personal sacrifices he made to bring your family to you for the wedding. That and the image of his bare chest rising and falling in the middle of the night made you suddenly burn and ache for him when he left. And you wanted to do something about it.

There was the orange glow of the candles and the rest was taken care of by the night sky.

“Y/N? Y/N, where are…”

You wore your green robe and sat down on the bed at the end. Grigor walked into the room and then froze. Beneath your robe there was nothing else and he noticed.

“Hello, I’m here…”

“Hello…” he greeted. His pupils growing wide.

“I…I want to be yours tonight…if you’ll have me…And I’m just as nervous, but I want you too much for that…”

You walked up in front of him and touched his face gently.

“You…you want me? Do you want me?” he asked, almost in confusion.

“I want you. Now take me, husband,” you said.

He was on you in a heartbeat, his hands undid the knot holding your robe together. And though a jolt of nerves shot through you, you buried yourself in kissing him back too much to focus on it.

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There was a peaceful week following. Dinners, teas, and visits. Drinks between you, your brother, and Grigor as the alcohol burned your throat and the fire toasted your sides. Numerous visits and talks. And nights where you slowly got more comfortable with yourself and Grigor and connecting through your bodies and not being ashamed of it.

In a blink of an eye, it was a week done. And your mother’s apartment was filled with her luggage.

The other three met you and Grigor in front of the palace as their carriage together trotted up. You embraced your father and mother constantly. You felt yourself cry when at the sound of the hoofbeats. Your father kissed your forehead, “my darling girl, I’ll miss you so much.”

Your mother gave you an extra hug and said “your father and I will always love you, no matter what.”

Your sister-in-law made promises to write and you swore to include details of whatever mischief little Sonya got into with an attempted sketch.

While Grigor shook the hands of each of them he paused before your brother. Hesitantly.

“I didn’t know you well…I hope you will forgive me,” your brother confessed. “I shouldn’t have acted the way I did…I love my sister and I was worried for her safety, her happiness.”

“I promise you- your sister will want for nothing under my care.”

“Even if the Emperor…?”

Both of you froze. You seemed to have overlooked it. But your brother’s gaze was serious.

“He’s my friend, she’ll be safe even with him,” he answered. Although a sad glimmer in his eye told you that there was a memory in his head that was saying otherwise.

Now you were truly alone, you thought. And with a ruler who was both a great help but could also be a great threat to you. You recalled the way he oogled you and suggested you come to his bedchamber that first night as a compliment to the royal guest and you felt yourself shrink once the carriage door closed.

Before you knew it, you were trembling, and you started to sob. Grigor took your shoulder and shushed you. He opened his mouth but stopped himself. What was there to even say?

There that coachmen and those horses were, taking your family further and further away. No more reading with your mother. No more eating with your father. No more discussing plays with your brother and his wife or anything. A part of your life. Your childhood. Your adolescence. Your youth. All you had known. All you had been raised with was leaving. That a part of you was dead and a new life with new, wild, frightening people was beginning. This time your mother wasn’t there to squeeze your hand and talk about anything. Your sister-in-law couldn’t make you laugh. Your father couldn’t put an arm around you when you cried. And your brother couldn’t rush a man into the woods with a loaded gun to protect you.

Grigor looked down at you and placed an arm around your shoulder. You leaned into him into a half embrace as the carriage holding your family disappeared in the distance like melting snow.

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The Deal, part 2 (Grigor Dymov x fem!reader)

A/N: So here is the part 2 to The Deal. Nobody asked for me to write this, but here you guys go. It took a long time for me to complete as I have a lot of personal stuff going on in my life. I might write a part 3 to this because this series is my baby. Sorry if this sucks. Also, guess where I got the name Yelena from? lmao

Word count: 5.2k

Summary: You and Grigor are happy and settling into married life. But there is pressure being put upon your shoulders to take up a big responsibility.

Warnings: mentions of childbirth, children, and pregnancy, swearing (obviously), and smut (not one, but multiple sex scenes, folks!). 18+ only or I will block you.

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You had grown to dearly love the man you had been forced to marry. And he loved you in the same way. The days were full of bliss and the nights were filled with love.

Today, you decided to have breakfast together. There were imported fruits and cheeses in a bowl between where you and Grigor were laying on the bed. You were still naked from last night’s activities.

You were both facing each other, taking turns feeding each other little pieces of food. The two of you were laughing like children, not a care in the world as you ate and talked. Pure happiness. Just like the mornings usually were.

Your birthday was coming up in a week, and the two of you were discussing plans for when the day came.

What you had so far was this: you wanted to kindly ask Emperor Peter if you and Grigor could visit his-and now also yours-estate as part of the small celebration you two had planned.

And maybe, if Peter allowed it, a chance to visit your family’s new home for today.

Today you wanted nothing more than to stay in bed with your husband. But, Emperor Peter would inevitably interrupt you and Grigor’s morning together to take him hunting.

For now though, you were with your husband, feeding him a piece of cheese imported from France.

There was a knocking on the bed chamber doors, followed by the voice of your maid, Nadia. “The Emperor requests entrance into your chambers,” she announced.

“Come in,” Grigor said, a piece of fruit in between his finger and thumb. He popped it in your mouth as the doors opened.

“For fuck’s sake, Grigor, have you been getting so much pussy that you’ve forgotten to spend time with your dearest friend?” Peter had an almost serious look on his face, which disappeared when he laughed. “No, but seriously, Grigor, sex with your wife can wait. We’ve got some things to do today, old boy! I know, resisting the urge to stay in and fuck a woman all day is hard, but there are more things to life than just fucking!”

He did have a point.

“I’ve got to go, darling”, Grigor said to you, planting a kiss on your lips before getting out of bed to change into some clothes.

You supposed it was time that you did the same. You got up and grabbed your robe off of the floor.

While Grigor was buttoning up his shirt, you kindly asked Peter if you could borrow a carriage to visit Grigor’s estate tomorrow as part of your small birthday celebration. And another carriage for today, to visit your family’s new estate.

“That’s quite a lot to ask for, (Y/N). But you are the wife of my best friend and I am a generous Emperor, so, of course. On one condition, however. Show me your tits.” Emperor Peter ordered.

You held back an eye roll and a sigh as you opened your robe and flashed him your breasts. He laughed.

“Grigor, you must tell me, what does a man do with tits like those?”

After Grigor was completely dressed, he and Peter went off into the hall.

You then asked your maid to help you get ready for the day. She fixed your hair, helped you with your corset and gown, and applied your makeup. Then you dismissed her and that was that.

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“It’s so lovely to see you, darling”, your mother said, waving the family maid away once she gave her the plate of cheese.

“How’s your marriage? Do you and your husband get along?”

“Yes, mother, we do”, you replied.

“How is he?”

“He’s a wonderful man. Always thinking of me.”

“That’s good, dear. Your father and I were worried that the two of you wouldn’t grow to love each other at first. But we trusted the Emperor and his choice of husband for you.”

“Mm-hm.”

“Speaking of your husband, where is he? Why couldn’t he come with you?”

“He had to tend to more important things with Emperor Peter.”

“I see. Well, when you see him, please tell him we said hello.”

Before you could leave, your sister entered the room. “Y/N!” She yelled.

“Darling, she’s about to le-“

“Tell me all about your husband! Where is he?” She asked, practically bouncing off of the walls.

“He’s out hunting with the Emperor-“

“Are any of his friends hot too?”

“Yelena! Watch your tongue!” Your mother ordered.

“Right, sorry.” Your sister said sarcastically.

She leaned in closer to you. “Is he… good in bed?” she whispered.

You pulled away. “Yelena!”

“Sorry”, she giggled.

“Well, it was lovely seeing you both. I wish I could have seen Father as well, but I understand he’s busy right now. Maybe next week I’ll bring Grigor and we can all talk over a nice dinner.” You said as you made your way to the double doors.

“Safe travels!” Your mother called out as you walked out the doors. You could hear her begin to scold your sister as you left. Thank God you didn’t have to suffer her wrath anymore.

The carriage ride home was a quiet and long one. Normally you’d have your dear husband with you, talking and laughing on the way to your destination, but you were alone with your thoughts this time.

It was time to be with your “friends”, the ladies of the court. You always had to plaster on a fake smile and partake in their petty gossip when you were around them. If you could, you’d spend all your time with Grigor. But that would be impossible. You both had your own duties. And spending time with your peers was one of yours, as much as you hated how fake they were.

“What a shame the Empress couldn’t join us,” one of the ladies said, pretending to look defeated. She laughed.

The whole room erupted in laughter.

“What a bitch! She sides with her maid instead of us! Her own fellow ladies! Outrageous!” Another one yelled in disgust.

You didn’t blame the Empress. You’d rather talk to the grass outside than these women.

“Don’t forget about what she did to Lady Svenska!”

“Horse fucker!”

As they spoke of the Empress, you couldn’t help but wonder why you didn’t hear from her that often.

“May I ask you ladies something?” You questioned once the room had gone quiet.

“Of course, Madame Dymov.”

“Why don’t we hear about the Empress? And where did the horse fucking rumor come from?”

“She is only seen with her lover or her maid. She obviously doesn’t talk to us, so fuck if we know what she does. And as for her fucking a horse, we made that up. God, you should spend more time with us! We miss seeing your beautiful face!”

“Oh, I have something to ask you,” another one of the ladies asked.

“Yes?” You hoped it wasn’t another ‘are you with child yet’ question.

“Is it your birthday soon?”

You were relieved. “Why, yes it is.”

“How old are you going to be again? Twenty?”

“Yes.”

“You’re almost past the prime of your childbearing years!”

You felt fury and anxiety rise within you.

“Enough about the fucking childbearing!” You shouted, immediately covering your mouth.

The ladies were all taken aback at your sudden outburst. Some were even angry that you snapped at them.

You all sat in an awkward silence for a few minutes, until you apologized.

“My apologies, ladies. It’s just that I get constantly asked about having children and being told that I need to bear some for Grigor.”

“That is actually understandable. It’s an unfortunate thing that happens to us all.” A lady sighed. The others turned their heads toward her, as if to tell her to shut up.

“But, trust us, it gets better once you birth a child!” A different lady chimed in.

You didn’t want to be a part of this conversation anymore. Thinking of an excuse, you looked out the window. It was late in the afternoon.

“Oh, would you look at the time of day? It’s time for me to retire to my apartments,” you said, turning your attention to the women.

“Well, it was nice talking to you, Lady Dymov!” One of the ladies called out as you got up and walked to the doors.

As you walked down the long hallways, you grew increasingly stressed out about the thought of becoming a mother. Could you even raise a child correctly, let alone even at all? And there was also pregnancy and labor. How much pain and misery you would be in during both. You felt like it was too much to have all this responsibility put on your shoulders.

You picked up your dress slightly and began to run.

You opened your apartment doors and hurriedly ran in, shutting the doors behind you and sitting on the chair next to the bathtub. You frantically tried to calm yourself down but you still couldn’t stop the feeling. And the tight corset and layers of your dress weren’t helping.

“Nadia!” You called your maid’s name as you fanned yourself with your hand. Everything was spinning.

“NADIA!” you called out again. Fuck, she wasn’t coming. You needed to find her yourself. You stood up, shaking. Everything was going by so fast in a blur. The ladies of the court. Grigor. Your mother. Babies.

The last thing you saw before you blacked out and fell to the ground was your maid coming into the room and letting out a scream.

You woke up in the bed with almost all of your clothing gone. The only thing you were wearing was a small sleeping gown.

Your eyes darted around the room.

Grigor was at your side, holding your hand with one of his and a damp cloth in the other. Nadia held a jug of cold water and stood at the foot of the bed.

“(Y/N), it’s okay,” Grigor said reassuringly. “You’re alright.”

The sight of his face helped you calm down.

“What happened?” You asked.

“I heard Nadia scream and I came here as fast as I could. She said that she saw you collapse. Chekhov will be here shortly.”

There was a knock at the apartment doors. Nadia set the jug down and ran to open them.

Chekhov, the court doctor, made his way through the bedroom doors and began to inspect you.

“Are you with child by any chance?” He asked.

“No”, you answered. You were 100% sure that you weren’t pregnant. Little bits of anxiety and anger crept back into your head.

He finished the check up. “Just a brief fit of hysteria”, he said.

“Thank you, Chekhov.” Grigor said as the doctor walked out of the room.

“What brought this on?” Grigor asked, his eyes looking into yours.

“I- I just-“ you stammered, trying to stay calm. You took a deep breath. “All this talk about childbearing has been uppermost in my thoughts.”

Grigor squeezed your hand and smiled a little, as if to try to get you to relax.

“I think you might need some rest. You don’t have to come to dinner tonight. Peter will understand.” Grigor calmly said, leaning in to place a peck on your lips.

He handed the rag to Nadia and left the room.

Maybe he was right. The court’s ladies didn’t know anything. All they did was gossip.

You looked up at the ceiling and the mural on it. The beautiful angels and cherubs in the clouds. The whitish blue sky. All so calming.

Your eyes moved to the window and the light which was streaming into it through the curtains.

It was beautiful outside. The ladies were surely rolling balls on the lawn now.

Fuck them.

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It was a beautiful day outside. You sat by the clear stream of water that ran through the woods with your husband, gazing into his blue eyes and holding his hands in yours.

The estate was truly a lovely place. You were so glad to be here with Grigor. It was a shame you two had to return to the palace tomorrow. But, you could always visit the estate again - with Peter’s permission first, of course. Asking to visit the estate again would likely require more than just showing your breasts to the Emperor, and you didn’t really want to fuck him. Although, to be fair, he wasn’t ugly at all.

You and Grigor watched the sun set, and then you both headed inside your dacha.

Since you would be leaving tomorrow, Grigor suggested doing something the night before you left the estate in the morning. And you knew what he meant by that.

The two of you were in bed, about to go to sleep.

“Happy early birthday, my love,” Grigor said before leaning in to kiss you.

That kiss felt so good. Like really, really, good.

You inched closer to him and moved one of your hands to his chest, running your fingers lightly through his chest hair and slowly down his body. He shivered under your touch and moaned into your mouth, shifting under the covers.

His hand moved to your hip, pulling you closer.

You lifted one of your legs, swinging it over him. He moved onto his back and you positioned yourself on top of him. He was completely naked and you weren’t wearing anything under your gown, so you went ahead and lowered yourself down onto his hard cock. He groaned at the feeling of your walls around him, and you moaned at the feeling of his cock stretching you out.

“Please, darling,” Grigor growled, “go on.”

You pulled yourself off of his cock and lowered yourself back down, the slick friction adding to the pleasure.

You bounced up and down, his hands steadying you by holding on to your hips.

You could tell by his face that he wasn’t going to last long. But neither were you, to be fair.

It was getting increasingly difficult to hold your orgasm back. Grigor moved one of his hands in between your legs, finding your clit. He rubbed at it in circles, with some slight pressure being applied to your sensitive nub. That was enough to send you over the edge, and you came, calling out his name in the process.

The feeling of your walls clenching around his cock caused him to lose control. He emptied himself deep into you with a loud yell.

You pulled yourself off of his softening cock and flopped on your back onto the bed.

After you both caught your breath, Grigor leaned over to you and kissed you deeply once more.

“I love you so much, (Y/N),” he said softly.

And with that, you both fell asleep.

The day came. Your 20th birthday. Grigor had woken you up with a shower of kisses and gifts - a wig, imported from Europe, and some of the finest jewelry in Russia.

Somehow, Grigor had convinced Peter to allow you both to take a trip to your parents’ home, as long as the two of you came back in time for dinner.

The ride to the estate was a rather long one, and you passed the time by talking to your husband about your life before your marriage. How you and your sister played with dolls as children, how your father told you stories about mythical beasts. And how your mother prepared you for marriage once you came of age. It was a sad reality, but hey, that’s how things were done in Russia.

Grigor squeezed your hand as the carriage pulled up closer to their estate. You could see your parents and your sister standing with their maid in front of the entrance to their home.

“Ah, (Y/N)! How pleasant to see you again, dear! Happiest of birthdays, my lovely daughter!” Your mother cheerfully called out as you stepped out of the carriage, Grigor taking your hand as you put your feet down onto the ground.

All of you sat down at the table with glasses of wine and small plates of cheeses and fruit.

“So- how are things back at court?” Your mother asked as the maid went back to the kitchen.

“Everything is wonderful. (Y/N) and I are as happy as ever,” Grigor said with a smile, his hand in yours.

“Good to hear,” your mother responded.

“Grigor,” your sister asked, “do you have any friends?”

“Of course, Lady Lebedev”, Grigor replied. “Why do you ask?”

“No reason”, your sister giggled.

“She’s going to get married soon”, your father said to your husband. “She’s trying to persuade us to let her marry a man of her choosing. Like this new idea that is floating around in Europe.” He sighed.

You didn’t blame her. You got lucky with marrying Grigor though.

“Oh! Grigor, when do you suppose that there will be any little ones of yours arriving into this world?” Your mother asked gleefully.

Grigor almost choked on his wine.

“Mother!” You yelled across the table, putting your head in your hands. Not this shit again.

Your sister chuckled.

“It’s a bit early to think about these things, isn’t it? I mean, (Y/N) and I have just gotten married-“

“Her father and I got straight to work on bringing her and her sister into this world as soon as we were wed! No excuses!” Your mother laughed loudly.

Your father cleared his throat. “Grigor, how are things at court?” He asked.

“Things are the same, as always. The Emperor is still well loved, we go hunting often, and the dinners are amazing as they always have been.”

“How are things with the ladies, (Y/N)?” Your sister asked.

“Oh, um...” You had to come up with a lie, quick. “Things are great.”

“Bullshit”, your sister said with a giggle.

Your mother slapped your sister on the wrist, causing her to yell out. “Yelena! Language! That is not the way a lady should speak!”

A few hours and many words later, you and Grigor had to leave. It was the middle of the day now.

Bidding farewell to your parents, you climbed into the carriage with Grigor following suit.

“Why is your mother so keen on us having a child so soon?” Grigor asked.

“I don’t know. It’s a mother thing, I suppose.” You replied, looking up at him.

“You know, if you wanted children, I wouldn’t mind raising them with you,” he said.

You forgot to breathe for a few seconds.

“Really?”

“Of course, dearest. I love you. To see you with my child would bring me great joy.”

“But you said that it was too early to talk about raising children in front of my mother.”

“Yes, but I didn’t say that I didn’t want to have any children.” He looked at you with loving eyes, your hand in his.

“What if-” you paused, carefully thinking about what you were going to say. “What if I don’t want children, at least not right now?”

“Then that would be fine with me.”

You leaned back against him with a smile on your face.

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Tonight’s dinner, as you found out, was to celebrate a win over a battle with the Swedes. Your husband was sitting next to you at the hall table. You looked over at him. He was eating some roast duck. His hair was neatly tucked under his powdered wig, away from his face. On the other side of him were the Emperor and the Empress, and the Emperor’s other family members. Looking around the court, you saw all the ladies and their husbands, and all of the guards and the soldiers that had returned from conflict, all sitting down at the long dining hall table. You began to look back down at your plate to finish eating. But before you could grab a bite with your fork, Emperor Peter stood up to make a toast, the chair making a loud squeak.

“To our troops! For winning a battle against those Swedish bastards. About fucking time.”

The Emperor raised his glass, took a sip, and threw it to the ground. “Huzzah!”

Everyone threw their glasses to the ground, including you and your husband.

Something about Grigor was driving you mad tonight. You couldn’t pinpoint what exactly, but you knew that you wanted him badly. In an attempt to stave off your sexual thoughts, you stared down at the floor, focusing intently on the broken glass.

Someone tapped your shoulder. “(Y/N)?” You snapped out of it. Grigor was talking to you. “I think it’s time we go back to our apartment,” he whispered.

“Right”, you agreed.

You took his hand and you both left the table.

His rather sizable biceps. His toned but soft body. The large patch of hair on his chest. His thick, muscular thighs. And his hard, lengthy cock. You would never get bored of the sight.

Grigor made his way to the bed and sat beside you on his knees, hunched over your body.

“Grigor..” you moaned as he trailed his hands all over your body, only to stop at your knees.

He leaned in further and began kissing your neck, down to your breasts, and down your stomach to your thighs.

“Please, Grigor…” you begged him to go on.

He gladly climbed on top of you, and planted his lips on yours, kissing you with pure passion.

He pulled his face away to whisper in your ear.

“I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you too. Fuck me, Grigor”, you moaned with a needy sounding tone.

He pulled his head back, still on top of you. You knew what to do.

With eagerness, you spread your legs and he steadied himself and lined up at your practically dripping cunt.

He pushed into you with a groan. A whimper fell from your lips. God, you’d never get tired of this.

“Always so fucking wet”, he grunted. “And you squeeze me just right every time.”

“Grigor… please..” you moaned, barely able to get words out of your mouth.

He pulled himself almost completely out in an almost painfully slow motion, and then slammed back inside of you with such speed that you gasped in surprise.

He dragged his cock out again, but faster. And then he went back in as fast as he could. He picked up the pace and began thrusting into you as quickly as possible.

One of his hands went to your throbbing clit.

You couldn’t help but moan quite loudly at both sensations. Hopefully you wouldn’t wake up anyone else in the palace with the lovemaking happening between you and Grigor.

You couldn’t hold back any longer, and your walls squeezed around Grigor as you came with a scream.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m going to- oh!“ Grigor groaned before you felt his load spill into you, warm and runny.

Both of you were struggling to catch your breaths. Once Grigor stopped panting, he pulled out and lay down beside you, his face and chest flushed with red. Your skin felt hot, too.

“Good god”, you managed to get the words out, “that was amazing.”

“You’re all red, darling”, Grigor said with a slight chuckle.

“So are you”, you replied with an attempt at a giggle.

He leaned in close to you once more and kissed your lips softly, cupping either side of your face in his large hands.

He moved back again, this time to pull the sheets over both of your bodies. He shifted closer to you, laying on his side, and you moved closer to him, tracing your fingers over his chest hair. And it was like that for nearly an hour, until the both of you were getting more and more tired as a result of tonight’s activities. You shifted closer to him until your head was resting on his chest, and he wrapped an arm around your head, putting his hand in your hair. The sound of his beating heart lulled you to sleep.

The next morning, you and Grigor decided to have breakfast together. A brief breakfast, since Peter would request his presence any time now. And when Peter did request that his friend be out with him today, you stayed in the apartment. You didn’t really have any friends anymore. All of your childhood friends either grew up to be married to men who lived far away, or they died while sick with the pox. If only there were medicine in Russia like there was in Europe.

You decided to take a bath. Nadia ran the water, and gathered the soap for you. You thanked her and she left you in peace.

Lowering yourself down into the warm water, you reflected on your week. Your birthday, spending time with your family, everything was great. Well, aside from seeing those ladies of the court. You sighed and closed your eyes, allowing yourself to relax and soak into the water.

Suddenly there was a loud knock at the door. You groaned. “Come in”, you said.

“Madame Dymov?” She asked.

“Yes?”

“There is a gathering in the ballroom. Your husband is there. He’s asked of me to summon you.”

After Nadia helped you dry off and put your dress on, you made your way there. The first person you saw was your husband.

“Ah(Y/N)! Darling!” Grigor called out, arms outstretched. “Have some vodka.” He handed you the glass that was in one of his hands.

You took the glass and sipped the vodka.

Count Orlo tapped on Grigor’s shoulder and pulled him aside to talk. About what you did not know, but your thoughts were interrupted when Empress Catherine walked over to you.

You had never actually talked to her before. Not even at both yours and her weddings- you were an unimportant young woman at the time of her and Peter’s wedding, and at yours, she was with the Emperor the entire time, if not talking with her maid and Orlo.

“Madame Dymov!” She said, a smile on her face. “How are things? Isn’t this gathering just lovely?”

“Why yes it is, Empress,” you replied.

“So, I hear that you enjoy the finest foods imported from Europe.”

“Yes, I am fond of French bread and Italian cheese.” You smiled. You had no idea why she was talking about food, but it was better than her being a bitch to you, which was what the ladies of the court kept saying about her.

“Picture, if you will, a Russia in which you could easily have more access to such delicacies. As well as other luxurious goods from Europe.”

That sounded wonderful, but where was she going with this? And why was she talking to you about this?

“That would be a Russia I would enjoy living in,” you responded.

“And, perhaps, an end to the war with Sweden in addition to better medicine. It is rather bleak to hear endless stories about soldiers dying and learning of your friends having been claimed by the pox, is it not?”

“Yes, it is quite sad. Empress, may I ask you a question?”

“Of course, Madame Dymov."

“May I ask why you’re telling me about these things? I don’t mean to come off as rude, but I haven’t a clue as to how this is relevant to my position in court.”

“Just trying to make conversation. I have heard that you do not roll balls on the lawn with the other ladies. And your husband is the best friend of mine. I thought that maybe we could become acquainted with one another.”

True, you did not particularly enjoy rolling balls with the other women of the court. You secretly couldn’t stand them, but you couldn’t tell anyone that and you had to come up with an excuse to not join them on the lawn every time they asked you.

“Ah, I see. Well, I enjoy talking to you. May I tell you a secret, Empress?” You hoped that she would never say what you were going to tell her next to a single soul.

“Of course.”

You leaned in to whisper in her ear. “I do not like the ladies of the court. They all seem so superficial. And I don’t think they like you.”

Catherine smiled a little and whispered back, “I do not like them either.”

Finally, you weren’t alone. Maybe you and the Empress could become good friends after all.

Just then, your husband made his way over to you once more.

“Greetings, Grigor,” the Empress said.

“Empress.” he smiled.

Count Orlo came back to Grigor’s side.

“My God, Orlo, can you just fuck off? I’ve talked to you enough for today.”

What did he say to Grigor?

“Grigor, I came over here to speak to the Empress.”

“In that case, (Y/N) and I shall leave you two to talk while we retreat to our quarters.” He took your arm in his.

“Have a pleasant day, Empress!” You called out to your new friend as you and your husband left the ballroom.

“And a pleasant day to you too, (Y/N)!” She replied back.

You turned your head to Grigor. “Is it alright if I ask what happened between you and Orlo?” you asked him.

“He was trying to convince me to tell the Emperor something. Something about changing one of the laws.”

Count Orlo seemed like a smart man, and although everyone around you saw him as a weak virgin, you had some respect for him. You weren’t sure why - he just gave off the impression that he was a decent person. Yes, he was different from the other members of court, but surely he must be nice if Catherine is around him, right? But why was he trying to get Emperor Peter to change a law? And why was he trying to use your husband to change Peter’s mind? Didn’t he have a place in court as one of Peter’s advisors? Oh well. Probably wasn’t that important anyway. Grigor didn’t seem to be bothered by this, so why should you be?

Tonight, you felt ill and sore, even though there was no sexual activity that happened between you and your husband. Perhaps it was time for your blood to arrive. You couldn’t sleep either, despite being held in Grigor’s warm embrace. Your mind was once again busy with thoughts about what your mother and others were telling you- that it was time to have a child. After talking about the subject with Grigor in the carriage ride home from your family’s estate, you felt better. But still, the anxiety about pregnancy and childbirth was still in your mind. Would you ever be ready for such things?

You felt something move by your side. Grigor had stirred in his sleep.

Your mind drifted over to thoughts about him. How handsome he was. How much of a loving husband he was. And of your first night together, after consummating your marriage. He had slept so soundly after a good fuck, and you did too. Your fears of marriage and sex had faded away after that.

You suddenly realized something.

Maybe one day, the fears of pregnancy and childbirth would fade away too. You remembered what he had said to you on the carriage ride home. That you two didn’t need to have a child straight away.

You sighed quietly. Maybe not today, but some day, you’d have a baby. And by that time, you would probably be ready to become a mother. And with that, you felt yourself calm down, your eyes getting heavy.

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Part 1 here: x

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L'Amour Looks Something Like You, chapter 1 (Catherine x Grigor Dymov)

Fuck it, I've already written the Grigor x Catherine crackfic. Enjoy, loves! kate xo

Summary: Catherine arrives in Russia, hoping to learn to love Emperor Peter and her new role as Empress of Russia. But someone else catches her eye. Someone rather close to the Emperor.

No smut in this chapter.

Title comes from a Kate Bush song.

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The carriage rolled along the path within the wooded forest.

Catherine stared out of the window, pondering about her new life as the Empress of Russia. What would Russia be like? What would Emperor Peter be like? What would this whole new chapter of her life consist of?

The carriage stopped at the front of a large, beautiful palace. She couldn’t believe that this magnificent place would be her new home! Sure, nothing could replace her old home back in Germany, but this place was already taking up a special place in her heart.

The palace doors were opened for Catherine, and she was escorted into a spacious room, with people waiting for her. She stood in the center of the room, waiting for her soon to be husband to arrive.

The doors opened, and a man who Catherine assumed was the Emperor came into the room, along with more men. They were all laughing. They must all be friends.

“Emperor,” Catherine said, curtsying in front of him. Emperor Peter and his friends turned around to look at Catherine.

He stood in front of her, examining the woman in front of him. He walked around her in a circle, and had a confused look on his face.

“You looked taller in your portrait,” he said.

“Send her back, get me a tall one,” Peter ordered, before Catherine could even speak.

He walked away, only to laugh and come back.

He reassured Catherine that he was kidding, and Catherine nodded. “I see,” she replied. “Very amusing.”

Catherine offered a branch of evergreen to Peter, as a symbol of love.

Peter turned to one man- presumably a man of the church. “She gave me a twig, she’s not another inbred, is she?”

“It wasn’t mentioned.” The man replied.

“I assure you I am of sound mind, sir.” Catherine commented. She began to mention a letter that Peter supposedly wrote to her, only for her to discover that one of the men behind Peter -a man with glasses- had written it instead.

Peter stepped closer to Catherine. “Welcome.”

“I hope I will make you happy.” Catherine responded.

Peter was saying something about her family, but Catherine had tuned it out.

Catherine’s focus was on one of the men behind Peter- a friend of his. He was tall and handsome, like Peter, but his face looked as if it were sculpted by God himself. Her gaze drifted off in his direction briefly, before Peter’s voice brought her back to reality. Fortunately, he didn’t notice that she was looking over at his friend. But his friend noticed her staring at him, as he was looking directly into her eyes before her focus shifted back to Peter.

“Wedding’s at seven.” Catherine paid attention to that statement from Peter and the words following it.

Peter and his friends left the room, but the thought of Peter’s one friend still lingered on her mind.

–

Catherine and Peter were sitting at a large table, enjoying their feast with the men and women of the court.

She looked around the table. There he was, right next to her new husband. Peter’s handsome friend. He was sitting beside a woman, presumably his wife. Catherine’s heart sank a little. He was married. But, oh well. Peter would make her happy, right?

–

Catherine lay back on the bed, awaiting Peter’s entrance into her bed chambers.

Sure enough, Peter did come in, and with his friend too.

Peter greeted Catherine, and moved her slightly. He entered her roughly, causing her to gasp.

While Peter fucked her, he talked to his friend.

The man’s voice was deep, calming, and smooth.

After Peter finished, he and his friend left, leaving Catherine in silence.

–

The following day, after spending the morning together and being “introduced” to Peter’s mother, a preserved corpse, Peter took Catherine to the hall.

The woman who Catherine saw last night was walking up to them.

“Madame Georgina Dymov.”

“Emperor?” she asked.

“Take the Empress to the other ladies and speak of hats.”

–

That night, after Catherine had rolled balls on the lawn with Madame Dymov and the other ladies, she set out to make her husband happy.

She approached the bedroom door, wearing nothing but a silk robe.

Peter was in bed.

“Husband?” she called out.

“What?” Peter asked.

Catherine’s robe fell to the floor, revealing her naked body.

“Huzzah.” Peter said in response.

He lifted up the covers. “Stop that, move over.”

Huh?

Madame Dymov’s head popped out from under the sheets.

“Come, Empress, and join us. It’ll be romping good fun.” Peter said.

Catherine’s gaze turned cold, and she felt deeply offended. How could this woman, after she said that she would be her friend, be sleeping with Catherine’s husband?

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, do not be boring and have a peasant’s morality!” Peter exclaimed. “And do not look at me as Mother would, disdainful and hurt. I will not fucking stand for it. I want you in this bed. Please. Please, make your husband happy. Is that not what you came here to do?”

–

Catherine lay in bed, staring at the ceiling.

She slipped out of bed, and picked up her robe.

As she tied it, she turned to see Peter’s friend in the chair, sleeping.

Peter’s handsome friend. How peaceful he looked, how godlike his face was. It was a lot to take in.

He stirred and opened his eyes to look over at Catherine.

“Sorry, I- Grigor,” he gestured to himself. “Peter’s my friend.”

Grigor Dymov. That was his name.

“I saw you when I arrived here.”

“And I caught sight of you as well.”

“She’s your wife?” Catherine asked.

“Yes. But he is my Emperor, and I love him. So, that is.. that.”

Catherine stood, in silence, and stared at this man. Surely there must be a reason why his wife wasn’t faithful to her husband? He certainly appeared to be worth being loyal to. Was something wrong with his personality? Was he not a good lover? What was it?

Catherine continued to stare at Grigor, mesmerized by his appearance. He had the bluest eyes she had ever seen, the sharpest jawline and cheekbones she had laid her eyes upon, and a large patch of chest hair on display, visible through his open night shirt.

“Is something the matter?” Grigor asked, causing Catherine to snap out of her trance.

“No, everything is alright. I probably should be going.” she said, hurriedly heading towards the door.

She could still feel Grigor’s gaze upon her as she left the room.

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All is bliss. Part 2.

Smut ahead.

“Grigor, I’m worried,” Peter frowns as the to men throw small balls against the wall in the long hallway.

“About what?”

“It’s been two weeks since (Y/N) arrived and she still won’t accept any of my advances,” he whines, “I mean, how can she resist such a young dick after being with her ancient husband? It just doesn’t make sense.”

Grigor thinks back to the previous night and the sweet first kiss you two had shared in your room; it had been two weeks of pure bliss for Grigor as he got to know you better each day, and he rarely thought of anything else apart from you these days.

“Maybe she needs more than just a young dick,” Grigor shrugs, “she’s a very intelligent woman with a lot of interest in the arts.”

“Huh. You’re quite close to her aren’t you?”

“I… well… we’re friends, yes.”

“Ask her what it would take for her to sleep with me would you?”

“Uh… sure...”

“Thank you, I always know I can count on you! You know I wouldn’t usually chase someone but my god, have you seen how her breasts bounce when she walks? I just want to bite them,” he says excitedly before growling as he clamps his teeth together.

Grigor throws his ball in anger, the small object coming back and almost hitting him in the face as he quickly slides out of the way, then he sees you walking towards him with that smile he’d fallen so deeply for, and the noises that Peter is making suddenly fade into the background as you make a beeline for him.

“Grigor, would you accompany me-”

“Yes,” he breathes with a smile before you can even finish your sentence.

“Grigor!” Peter calls out as the two of you walk past him, “don’t forget!”

Grigor turns to his friend and nods as you link your arm through his, then his gaze fixes firmly on your soft features; your face having changed so much since your arrival, your usual stare of disdain replaced by genuine interest in what’s happening around you, and your body now relaxed instead of being coiled like a spring. As soon as you find yourselves outside amongst the neatly kept gardens, Grigor can no longer stop himself from wanting to touch you, and he stops you in your tracks as he quickly slides his arm from yours and moves to stand in front of you.

“May I kiss you?” he asks as a blush creeps up his chiselled cheeks.

“You do not need to ask permission Grigor; that I can assure you. You may kiss me whenever you want.”

A smile tugs at his tempting lips before he leans in and kisses you with a passion you’d never experienced before. His hands rest on your waist until one of them moves up over the front of your dress, brushing past one of your breasts, then stops at your neck where you feel the roughness of his finger tips against your soft skin, and you slip your hands beneath his coat before moving up to the back of his neck to gently stroke the nape as your tongues now tangle together. You’re both breathless when the kiss eventually ends, smiling through your soft pants as your foreheads rest against one another and your hands stay rooted to the spot on one another’s bodies.

“I love you,” Grigor exhales before he can think about what he’s saying.

“This is love? It’s beautiful,” you whisper, “it’s as beautiful as you Grigor. I love you.”

You stay as your are with your heads pressed against each other, then you both close your eyes to savour the moment until you hear Peter laughing loudly as he nears your hidden spot.

“Come, this way,” Grigor says, taking your hand and leading you further away from the intruder.

The two of you hide behind a large tree, the trunk more than wide enough to conceal you both, and Grigor rolls his eyes as Peter makes a joke about General Velementov and his vodka filled penis.

“I have something to tell you,” Grigor says in a hushed tone, “Peter wants you. Quite a lot in fact. He asked me this morning to see what it would take for you to…” he sighs and looks away before continuing quickly, “to sleep with him.”

“All of a sudden I feel violently ill!” you exclaim, “I couldn’t think of anything worse!”

“So that’s a no to having sex with my best friend?”

“Of course it’s a no! Eurgh! What a horrible thought.”

“Well hello you two!” Peter grins creepily from beside you both.

The two of you turn slowly towards him with your best smiles plastered on your faces, and Peter looks quickly between you both; his eyes lingering on your bosom for rather a long period of time until Grigor clears his throat to distract him.

“Grigor, could you give us a moment?” Peter asks.

You look to Grigor with a reassuring nod and he slowly backs away but lingers close just in case.

“I have a proposition for you...” Peter begins, “it must have been so long since you felt something inside you, and I would like for you to become one of my lovers. I think it’ll be quite nice having two women from the same family!”

“That’s a tempting offer...” you lie, your fists already balling as you fight the urge to punch him yet again, “but I have found someone who fulfils all that I need, and I’m afraid I will have to decline.”

“Oh,” he frowns, “who is it?”

“Grigor.”

“Grigor?! The dirty scoundrel! I never knew he had it in him to be honest! I’m actually quite proud that he gets to pound that pussy,” he grins, “well, I’m disappointed I won’t see your tits, but I’m sure Grigor can describe them to me.”

“Indeed,” you reply through gritted teeth.

“Right, I’ve got to impregnate Catherine so I’ll see you later…” he trails off, turning around to face a distant Grigor, “well done Grigor!” he shouts, “I bet she’s tight!”

You look up at the complete imbecile, reminding yourself that you have to keep your anger in check because of dear Catherine, and you force a smile as he then nods to you and leaves; your fists finally relaxing as he disappears from sight.

“What did he say?” Grigor asks as he cups your face to melt the tension away.

“He said he’d like for me to become one of his lovers, but I declined and stated that I had already found someone. He asked who, so I told him the truth,” you shrug.

“His comments make a lot more sense now...” Grigor chuckles.

You laugh along with him until his hands fall from your face to your waist again, his grip tight as he pulls you towards him gently. The soft laughter fades as you look at one another with a renewed passion, then your lips meet in a sloppy kiss that’s more teeth and saliva than anything else but you’d never felt such a spark of excitement before, and as your hand travels to Grigor’s growing bulge you suddenly want to feel what it’s like to have him inside you.

“I want you,” you murmur against his mouth.

“Oh how I’ve longed to hear you say those words,” he groans, “come on.”

He grabs your hand and pulls you along behind him, the two of you practically running inside the palace as your free hand holds your dress up off the ground enough for you not to tumble face first into the dirt. You pass everyone in the hall as giggles escape you both and you end up at Grigor’s lavish apartment, jumping into his arms as soon as the door is shut. He walks you to the four poster bed then drops you down carefully on top of the sheets as his lips move down over your jaw and along your neck and his hands try to work on the lacing of your corset.

“How does this thing…? What the hell…? This is impossible!” he mutters against your chest.

You laugh and bat his hands away playfully, “allow me. You just concentrate on your own clothes.”

You’re soon down to your slip, leaving it on purposely for Grigor to take off, and when you turn to face him after draping your dress neatly over the back of a chair he’s standing there in all his naked glory. He has a beautiful form; his shoulders are broad, his torso is muscular, his member is thick and long, and his thighs are sturdy and strong. A feeling between your legs signifies that the sight of him before you is very pleasing to the eye, and you step towards him slowly, the wide neckline of your slip falling off of one shoulder when you reach his waiting figure.

“You’re gorgeous,” you whisper as your fingertips run through the scattering of hair that lays across his chest, “utterly gorgeous.”

You lean forward to press a kiss to his chest then one over his nipple, flicking your tongue across it before moving onto the other one, but he places his hand over yours to stop you from going any further, and you look up to his longing gaze.

“Not as gorgeous as you my darling,” he replies, “you deserve so much love, and I’m going to give you everything you need (Y/N).”

His hands moves to your neck before sliding along your shoulders and down your upper arms as they push the slip off of your body and let it fall to a crumpled heap at your ankles, then his mouth opens a little as he takes a gulp at the view that stands before him; your supple curves now visible, your large breasts begging to be kissed, and your thighs rubbing together as a slick feeling creeps down inside of you. He takes your hand and climbs onto the bed, inviting you to do the same, then as you lay down beside him he strokes the back of his hand down from your cheek until his fingers disappear between your legs, pushing inside your core that had barely been explored before now.

“Grigor,” you breathe as your eyes roll back and your hands fist the sheets.

“To hear my name in such a way from your sweet lips is almost enough to throw me over the edge my love,” he smiles before licking his lips.

You manage to bring your hands up to interlink at the nape of his neck then you pull him down into an eager kiss; your tongue invading his mouth with excitement as your hips work with his fingers while they pump in and out of your slick entrance and his thumb presses against the small nub you’d found yourself not too long ago. One of your hands drags its way down over his chest to his hips, then across to his stiff member where you wrap your fingers around it and begin to stroke the length of it which earns a stuttered moan from his mouth to yours.

“Grigor, will you make love to me?” you pant.

“Of course,” he grins, “I want nothing more than to make love to you (Y/N).”

Your hand slips from his length then he pulls his fingers out of you before manoeuvring himself between your legs and hovering above your body as he guides himself inside you slowly, opening you up in a way that you’d never felt before. A ragged breath leaves your throat when he’s in as far as he can go and you both still for a moment as you adjust; him watching every single twitch of your face carefully so he can judge when to begin moving without hurting you too much. Your face eventually softens, your eyes still closed as you reach out blindly for Grigor’s torso, then when your hands land on his soft skin you open your eyelids to see him smiling down at you.

“I could lay with you inside me forever,” you sigh happily.

“I would very much like that,” he chuckles, “but now I’m going to move, let me know if it’s too painful.”

This was completely different to the experience with your husband, all he’d done was shove himself inside you unceremoniously and with much pain on your side, then pumped a handful of times before dribbling inside you and having to sleep for hours afterwards. You been left feeling sore and very unsatisfied, but you’d taken things into your own hands and managed to feel some sort of arousal that you guessed you should have been feeling when he’d had sex with you. Now though, with Grigor thrusting inside you properly, you realised just how much you’d been missing out on, and your cries of pleasure filled the room as his girth brushed along your walls with a delightful friction. His name falls from your open lips over and over again while he presses kisses to your neck, his teeth grazing your skin every now and again as well, and your finger tips dig into his back as your legs seem to have a mind of their own and wrap around his bottom.

“Grigor!” you shout, the new angle suddenly giving you a more intense feeling.

“(Y/N), oh (Y/N),” he pants, the sound of his name emanating from your mouth pushing him closer to the edge.

He begins to say something else but all that he manages is a few stuttered syllables and an almighty groan of your name as his movements become erratic, then he looks up at you with a slightly embarrassed expression at orgasming so quickly.

“I… I’m sorry… you’re just… so amazing,” he explains.

“Don’t be sorry my love,” you grin, bringing one hand to his cheek and sweeping your thumb across the smooth skin, “put your thumb on me again, I want to feel what it’s like to come with you inside me.”

He kisses your lips before moving to kneel, making sure he didn’t slip out of you by lifting your hips up onto this thighs as he shifted position, then watches as your hands reach up to the pillow behind you while he rubs his thumb around that special nub as his softening length lays inside you. Your hips roll against him, your back arches off of the bed, your hands grab at the pillow, your breasts bounce as your nipples harden and a consistent string of moans escape you as he watches on with his bottom lip firmly between his teeth. It doesn’t take too long until you buck your hips against his hand one last time and almost scream his name as your walls tighten around his thick member; his eyes widening as the muscles in it stir once again.

“Yes, yes, (Y/N),” he whispers, his thumb continuing to rub circles around you as you ride out the pulses of pleasure.

He pulls out once you’re completely spent, your chest heaving as you try to regain your breath, then he lays down next to you and captures your lips as he pulls you over to roll on top of his chest. His hands roam your body as you kiss, eventually landing on your buttocks with a loud slap before he massages the supple flesh, and you grind against his hip with enthusiasm while your tongues swirl together. Grigor has ignited something inside you, and you’re soon taking a hold of his length and sliding down over it again as he lets out a breathy moan beneath you.

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