15. Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Fifteen
Nikolai
Lana’s words excite me. Take me again.
“I plan on it but I need to let my body catch up,” I say, pushing her sweaty hair out of her face. Her body has never looked more perfect. Spent and tired from how hard I fucked her.
She pouts.
“Do you need another release, baby?” I ask. Lana nods and fuck me if it isn’t the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. This woman has me wrapped around her finger. “Then let me give that to you.” I lower onto my back. “Straddle my face. Let me eat your sweet pussy after I fucked it so hard.”
She gasps and the light in her eyes shows me how excited it makes her.
Lana doesn’t hesitate to do as I say. The moment she lowers her pussy down, I capture it with my mouth.
My hands grip her sore ass, squeezing it hard.
I know I spanked her a lot. Her body must be tired and yet she still wants more.
Needs more. She’s been denied this sort of release all her life. It’s no wonder she’s desperate for it.
I hum as I lick her pussy. Lana’s eyes widen as she thrusts her body against my face. I guess she never knew someone could do this to another person. I love educating her. I love showing her all the ways she can experience life.
She made me so proud tonight with her performance.
Sure there was the pesky situation with the dead ballerina but I called Dimitri to come handle it and he did with ease.
Getting rid of dead bodies is nothing to him.
No one even noticed as he shoved the girl into a trash can and brought her outside.
I grip her ass harder as I eat her out. God, she tastes like heaven. The mix of her natural musk with the blood and my semen still inside of her makes my cock hard again.
Lana grabs the back of my head as she rocks her hips faster. I love how she’s letting herself go. She needed this.
“Nikolai,” she moans. My lips wrap around her sweet, little nub, flicking it over and over. My tongue licks her entire slit from her entrance to her clit. “Oh. Nikolai.”
I love hearing her moan my name. Nothing has ever sounded sweeter.
My mouth consumes her pussy and I can tell how much Lana is loving it. The way she drops her head back and flutters her eyes closed. The way her breasts bounce as she moves her hips back and forth on my face. She is perfection and she is all mine.
I need her again. Fuck. I’ll need her forever.
My tongue swipes over her nub again and it does the trick. Lana gasps as her second orgasm of the night washes over her. Right as she comes, I pick up her waist and lower her onto my cock. I groan.
She gasps, her hands slamming onto my chest to steady herself.
“One more time,” I growl, pulling her hips up and down on my cock. “I want you to bleed for me more.”
Her eyes light up. “Nikolai.”
I can taste her blood on my lips. Fuck, I claimed her hard and I don’t regret it. I’ll never regret making this woman mine over and over again.
“It hurts,” she whispers. “God, it hurts.”
“I know, sweetheart.” I sit up and say into her ear, “But you like that, don’t you?”
She gasps her excitement.
“Tell me how it feels,” I demand. I thrust her down onto my cock over and over again.
“It hurts but it… it…”
“Tell me,” I breathe out.
“It feels so good. I think I might die. Oh! Nikolai. Please!”
I roll her onto her back again and have my way with her. My ice princess. I can see how she’s been broken and I’m ready to heal her all over again. I’m ready to bring her back to herself and make her even stronger. My wife at my side.
I keep my thrusts slow and long. I want her to feel every inch of my cock inside of her.
“You’re going to bleed for me so much tonight, baby,” I growl. “It’s the only time I want you bleeding. The only time I want you to hurt.”
“Yes,” she gasps.
“Does your little pussy need this? It needed my big cock inside of it, didn’t it?”
I can see her swallow hard. Her cheeks are a permanent shade of red. The cold in the air is completely gone, replaced by the fire between us.
“Tell me, baby. How wet is your pussy right now?”
“Oh,” she moans.
“Tell me.” I’m not going to let her off easy. But then again, I’ve never let her off easy.
“It’s wet,” she cries out. “I can’t describe it.”
Her inner walls clamp down hard on my cock, making me groan. She arches her back, stretching her hands above her head, looking languid and long. Looking like the dancer she is.
Lana’s hair is a mess. She’s never looked less put together but it also makes her look the most perfect she’s ever been.
“You love how hard I’m taking your pussy, aren’t you? Right here. On this stage. Just for us.”
“Yes. I love it!” Her moan echoes through the room.
“You were made for me, weren’t you?”
Her eyes lock with mine and I only see desperation and lust there. That’s how badly my wife needed to be claimed. I don’t regret waiting this long. I needed it to be the right moment.
“Come for me again,” I command. “I need to feel your small pussy squeeze my cock. I need you to bleed again.”
Her moan is the loudest it’s been all night.
I know what she needs to find her release. I slip out of her warm wetness and roll her onto her stomach before I take her from behind once again. My hand collides with her ass and that finally does it.
She comes.
I thrust into her as she shudders her release. Her inner walls clamp on my cock like a vise. God, I think I might die right along with Lana. All the times I’ve fucked other woman, it was never like this.
Because I didn’t love those women. But tonight, I know for a fact I fell in love with Lana. Seeing her perform. Seeing the way she fully gave herself into the dance. I know there was no other woman for me and there never will be again.
This realization makes me find my own release and I let my seed fill her up. She’ll become pregnant someday. Another way I’ll claim her as mine. Pregnant with my child.
I slip out of her and find more blood on my cock.
God, I’ve taken her hard tonight. Lana rolls onto her back and lets her legs flop open as she breathes heavy.
Her torn costume is only a few feet away.
She looks like a broken, bloody ballerina.
Her pussy lips are sore and red and her inner thighs are coated with blood.
Yet, she has never looked more relaxed in all the time I have known her.
I lean down and lick at her pussy again. I can’t get enough. She sighs. “Nikolai. Please. It’s too much. I can’t… take anymore.”
“Let me clean you up.” I lap at her inner thighs, washing away her blood with my tongue. It’s a cleansing. My tongue finds her pussy again and I lick away the soreness. Lick away my semen.
Lana’s hips buck into my face gently. I can tell she’s tired. After three orgasms, she would be. But she’s still turned on for me. Her wetness still seeps out of her.
I lap at her pussy again and again and again until she finds her fourth release.
She gasps and shudders and slumps onto the stage. I kiss up her body, spending time on her breasts. Each nipple gets my attention. Lapping and licking at her body like I’m a cat. I am a predator and she’s my prey.
She sighs when my lips finally find hers. “Taste yourself,” I tell her. She sinks completely into my arms. She’s well and truly mine.
Her hands weakly grip my biceps. My poor wife is tired. I drew everything out of her. Now I need to let her rest because she has another performance tomorrow night. And I plan on taking her again after the show.
“You are mine, sweetheart,” I say, pressing kisses against her face. Her cheeks and eyelids and forehead. She sighs, looking completely content. “Tell me how that makes you feel.”
“Happy. I’ve never felt this happy before.”
I claim her lips for one last final kiss of our performance on stage.
Lana
My body is sore and tired from my show last night and from how hard Nikolai claimed my body. Right on stage. I shiver from the memory as I head to my private dressing room to get ready for tonight’s show.
“Wow, Lana,” Eliza says, stopping me in the hallway. “You look… different.”
That’s because I’m a woman now. I know what it’s like to have a cock inside of me. I am fully Nikolai’s. He promised me this morning after I woke up that he’ll claim me again tonight. Anticipation, he said. It will help me dance to perfection.
“Different how?”
“Just… more pretty, I guess. You’re walking with more confidence. I guess your performance last night gave you a lot of it, huh?”
I can’t help but flush. It wasn’t just my performance. It was the way Nikolai claimed me on the stage. My inner walls clench at the memory, even though they’re sore.
“I guess,” I reply. “Thank you for noticing.”
“I heard that Ekaterina is not coming back. Camille is freaking out since we’re down one dancer.”
I hold my head high even though my chest squeezes. “Ekaterina was just a background dancer. No one came to see her. Camille will be fine. The show will be fine.”
“Wow. You really are confident now. Then again, you’ve always been a bit of a bitch. Are you not even worried about Ekaterina? Like, why isn’t she here tonight?”
“Ballerinas get sick and tired all the time. It’s nothing to worry about. Just focus on putting on a good show and don’t make me look bad.”
Eliza huffs. “You really do suck at making friends, don’t you?”
A pang of regret hits me. “Eliza, I am sorry. I’m sure Ekaterina is fine.”
She slowly nods and offers me a smile. “You know, ever since Claudia died and Ana was fired, things have been a bit more peaceful around here. You may be a bitch sometimes but you were never as bad as them.”
“Thank you… I think.”
“I’m surprised Ana didn’t show up last night. I was convinced she was going to come to the show and throw eggs at you.”
I shrug. “Who knows what Ana is going to get up to? I’m not worried about it.” Especially since she’s dead now. I wave Eliza goodbye and head to my dressing room.