#darya writes

"Hmm, really, you're looking a little red."

"Just tired is all. Besides, I wouldn't want to keep you, you look...busy." I lied, faking a stretch and yawn. Aleksander hummed, raising a skeptical eyebrow at my little show.

"Of course, good night then."

I nodded shyly and turned heel before abruptly turning right back to face the Black General.

"You know, white is a good colour on you." I blurted out. The man in question raised his head, his onyx eyes glinting with something different, predatory.

"Is that so?"

"Mmm-hmm." I nodded, rocking on my heels. Aleksander leaned away from his papers and kicked his legs up on the desk, observing me.

"I know I've been busy these past few days, I am sorry I haven't had much time for you. Please believe that was not my intent, I'd be with you every second of ever day if the Saint's would allow it."

"Of course, it really isn't a big issue."

"Really? Because you're here, standing at my door, like a needy whore, just because you wanted to tell me that it's ok that I've been neglecting you?"

"General I--"

"Aleksander, I told you to call me Aleksander."

"Aleksander...I didn't--"

"Come here." He ordered, bringing his feet off the desk. I sheepishly shuffled towards him, letting out a soft gasp when I was pulled down into his lap. His rough fingertips slid under the hem of my nightdress, pushing it up my thighs and over my hips. I had neglected to wear my smallclothes, given the spring warmth I hadn't felt the need to dress in more layers than necessary. Aleksander didn't seem to mind as he ran his fingers though my dripping folds. "So wet and I haven't even started. It seems I've been too preoccupied, I haven't tended to you properly lapushka, I fear I'll have to break you in again."

"No!" I whined, rocking my hips forward. "No, I can take it, I can take all of it. Please," I begged. "Don't be gentle with me."

Something in him snapped at my words. He picked me up with ease, centuries of training coming into play as he supported me with one hand centered on my back, my legs wrapped wrapped around his waist, while the other swept whatever papers he was looking over, off his desk.

"You're going to regret that milaya." He growled, pulling the belt from his trousers with ease. He shoved his pants down to his lower thighs, his cock springing free from it's confines, the red tip leaking precum. I whined helplessly, bucking my hips desperately. Aleksander let out a soft chuckle as he guided himself to my entrance, teasingly rubbing the head of his cock through my wetness before sheathing himself fully inside. I let out a wanton sound, something between a scream and a moan, as I grew accustomed to the slight burning stretch that accompanied his movements. He allowed me a moments respite, his head falling to rest against my shoulder as he let out a few panting breaths, however he didn't wait long, his hips suddenly pulling back, only to snap forward again in harsh rapid thrusts.

"A-A-Alek-ksan-der....p-pl-please!!!" I sobbed out, frantically clawing at the edges of the desk for something to hold onto.

"Now, now, lapushka, you said you could take it." The general teased, bringing his fingers down to circle my clit. I moaned, arching off the desk, spasming around his length. Aleksander pulled his digits away abruptly, shaking his head. "Ah, ah, ah. Say you're mine."

"'M yours..." I mumbled, half delirious with pleasure.

"Louder!" He growled, his thrusts becoming sloppy and unrhythmic.

"I'm yours!" I shrieked, unable to hold of my release any longer.

"Mine!" He growled, hips stuttering as he came inside me. I shook under him, panting softly.