The cold was a physical weight, pressing against my chest with every breath. I had driven the ATV for two days straight, the roar of the engine the only sound in a world made of white silence and biting frost. I didn’t sleep, and I barely ate, forcing myself to swallow dry protein bars as I steered through the treacherous mountain passes. My goal was simple: reclaim the time I had spent with Tom. By the third morning, as the sun began to cast long, pale shadows across the snow, I listened to my internal clock and GPS. I was sixteen hours ahead of schedule.
My body was a map of aches—my pussy was still tender and swollen, and the bite marks on my tits stung whenever my base layers shifted—but the adrenaline of the discovery about my Romanov blood kept me focused.
I pulled the ATV into a small, secluded clearing where a weathered stone cabin stood partially buried in the drifts. As I climbed off the machine to refuel, my movements were stiff and mechanical. I was reaching for the first jerry can when a shadow detached itself from the side of the building.
I reached for the sidearm holstered at my hip, my instincts screaming, until a familiar, deep voice cut through the wind.
“Your Imperial Highness.”
I froze, my hand hovering over the grip of my gun. I looked up and saw a man stepping into the light, his face partially obscured by a heavy tactical scarf. It was Dmitri. We had worked together on a black-ops mission in the Urals three years ago. Back then, the tension between us had been thick enough to cut with a knife, and I had spent more than one restless night wondering what it would be like to have him pin me down.
"Dmitri," I breathed, my voice raspy from the cold. "You’re a long way from the city."
"I was told to expect a traveler, but not that the traveler was royalty," he said, his eyes scanning the perimeter before settling on me with a gaze that felt like heat. "As soon as you fuel up, you need to come inside with me. It isn’t safe out here, and the scouts are active two miles east."
I nodded my head in agreement, my hands trembling slightly as I poured the fuel into the tank. "I'm ahead of schedule. I can spare an hour to thaw out."
"You'll spare more than that if you want to keep your fingers," he grunted.
After the tank was topped off, he stepped forward to help me drag the heavy machine closer to the cabin’s foundation. We hauled my bags onto the porch, and together we threw a heavy, weighted tarp over the ATV, camouflaging it against the encroaching snow.
"Hurry," he urged, ushering me toward the heavy timber door.
In the mudroom, the air was thick with the scent of damp wool and woodsmoke. We worked in a rhythmic, practiced silence, shedding our outer layers. My heavy parka and my boots hit the floor followed by my snow pants. Every movement felt like a luxury now that the wind wasn't clawing at me.
Once inside the main room, the heat from a massive stone fireplace hit me like a physical blow. Dmitri didn't say a word as we both stripped down to our base layers—thin, moisture-wicking fabric that clung to every curve of my body and the hard, sculpted lines of his.
I sat on a low bench near the fire, stretching my hands toward the flames. Dmitri sat beside me, close enough that I could feel the radiation of his body heat. He looked at me, his eyes dropping briefly to the visible bruises peeking above the neckline of my top before returning to my face.
"You look like you've been through a war, Marie Alexandrovich," he murmured, using the name that carried the weight of my true lineage.
"I've been reminded of who I am," I replied, looking into the fire. "And I've been reminded of what I've been missing."
Dmitri leaned closer, his shoulder brushing mine. The silence of the room was heavy, broken only by the snapping of the logs. "The Kremlin is expecting you, Marie. But they aren't the only ones. There are those who would see the Romanov line extinguished once and for all."
"I know," I said, turning to look him in the eye. The cold from the journey was fading, replaced by the familiar, electric pull I had felt years ago. "That's why I'm moving fast. But right now, I'm freezing and I'm exhausted."
His hand moved, fingers tracing the line of my jaw, his touch rough and warm. "I’ve got ways to warm you up, Highness. I have thought of it since we first met in the Ural Mountains."
“Oh?” I asked not so innocently as I stood up and stripped my base layer off.
Dmitri stood with me, his own movements swift and hungry as he stripped his clothes off. He stood before me, his body hard and ready, staring intensely at my naked skin and my bruises.
“Yes, Highness,” he said, his voice dropping an octave.
“You call me Highness one more time, you won’t be allowed to warm me up,” I said. “Mita, I want this as much as you do.”
"Yes, Marie," he said, his eyes darkening. He suddenly shoved the bench we had been sitting on away from us. It skidded across the stone floor and crashed directly in the fireplace with a heavy thud.
The dry wood caught instantly, sending a shower of sparks up the chimney and bathing us in orange light.
"Whoops," he said with a dark, unapologetic grin. He didn't look at the fire; he only looked at me, his hands reaching out to pull me toward him on the floor.
As I spread my legs for him on the warm stone, he didn't rush. He moved with a reverence that surprised me, his lips tracing the bruises on my tits and hips with soft, lingering kisses. He caressed the marks as if he could soothe the ache, his hands steady and warm against my skin.
"You've been through so much, Marie," he whispered against my skin. Then, he moved lower.
He ate my pussy with a focused intensity that left me breathless. His tongue was relentless, finding every sensitive spot. I came on his tongue so many times, my body arching off the floor as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me. Each time I thought I was spent, he would find another way to make me cum.
Just when I thought that I couldn't possibly cum again, that my body was entirely drained, he moved up over me. His eyes were burning with three years of repressed need and desire as he guided his massive dick to my pussy. He pushed his thick dick deep into my aching pussy in one smooth, powerful motion, stretching me wide and filling me to the point of a sharp, delicious gasp. The heat from the fire was nothing compared to the fire he was lighting inside me. My gods, he felt so good stretching me out.
He began to move with a savage, rhythmic power that echoed the blizzard outside. Each time he drove into me, I felt the strength of his desire, a hunger that had been simmering for three long years. He took his time, making sure I felt every inch of his dick, his hands pinning my wrists to the floor as he dominated my senses.
"You're not going to the Kremlin alone, Marie," he growled, his voice vibrating through my chest as he hammered into my core, each stroke bottoming out. "I’m seeing this through with you. I won't lose you again."
"Good," I managed to choke out, my legs locking around his waist to pull him even deeper. "Because I don't plan on letting you go again. Fuck me, Mita."
He let out a guttural sound, his pace turning frantic. He flipped me over, pulling my hips up and driving into me from behind. I could feel the bruises on my hips beneath his large hands, but the pain was distant, drowned out by the incredible pressure of him stretching me out. He reached around to squeeze my tits, his thumbs rubbing over the bite marks, his focus entirely on the physical connection between us.
"Three years," he hissed against my ear, the words punctuated by the heavy thud of his body against mine. “I finally get to fuck the one woman that I’ve ever wanted. I could fuck you for days!”
"Yes," I gasped, my head thumping against the floorboards as he found that perfect angle. "Finally. Harder, Mita!"
The hours passed in a blur of shared heat and whispered promises. He came inside me repeatedly, his loads thick and warm, adding to the layers of history between us. We moved from the floor to the rug, his bed, the kitchen, the couch and then back to the warm stone, exploring every inch of each other. Each time we reached to climax, the world outside the cabin ceased to exist.
Eventually, the fire began to dim, the bench having burned down to glowing embers. Dmitri slowly pulled out. As he pulled out, he moaned and came in my pussy one last time. He laid his body heavy with satisfaction. He didn't move far, pulling me into the crook of his arm as we lay on the stone floor, the lingering warmth of the hearth still shielding us from the mountain chill. My pussy was aching in the best way possible, thoroughly used and filled by him.
"We need to move by dawn," he said, his voice returning to its professional, tactical edge. "The scouts I mentioned... they aren't just looking for a traveler. They have your description. Someone leaked the DNA results from the mechanic."
I felt a chill that had nothing to do with the weather. "Then we don't wait for dawn. We eat, we pack, and we vanish."
Dmitri looked at me, a smirk playing on his lips. "Spoken like a true bad ass. Let's get to work, Marie Alexandrovich. We have a throne to reclaim—or at least a very big point to prove."
I stood up, my body sore but revitalized. I gathered my discarded base layers, the bruises on my skin a reminder of the strength I had found. The journey was far from over, but for the first time since I left home, I didn't feel like I was running. I was charging.
I took my wet things and hung them by the fire to dry. I showered, dried off and ate enough for four people. I’d just burned so many calories to get here and burnt even more having sex with Dmitry. I dressed in dry clothes and waited until he was ready before dressing in my outer layer.
Dmitri spread a topographical map across the small kitchen table, his finger tracing a jagged line through the northern pass. "The main roads are monitored by local militias in favor of the current administration. They aren't Russian army, but they’re paid by the people who want you in prison. They see you as another pretender. We’re going to take the ridge line. It’s steeper, and the wind will be brutal, but the sensors can't track us through the rock interference."
"How far to the Kremlin?" I asked, checking the action on my sidearm.
"Two hundred and forty-five miles." He looked up, his expression hardening. "Marie, if we get separated, don't look for me. You go straight to the safe house near the Red Square. The contact there knows the signal."
"We aren't getting separated, Mita," I said, my voice low. I reached out and squeezed his hand, my fingers lingering on the callouses. "I didn't survive that trek just to lose my best asset two hundred and forty-five miles from the finish line."
He gave a sharp nod and handed me a suppressed rifle from his locker. "Load up. We move in five to ten minutes."
I gathered my things and loaded up my ATV. I went back in the cabin to get a large drink of water and to also search if I missed packing my things. Thankfully, I didn’t miss anything. When Mita was ready, he joined me by the door.
We stepped out into the biting night air, the cabin door clicking shut behind us. The wind had picked up, a howling beast that threatened to knock us off our feet. We moved like shadows, our white camouflage blending into the swirling snow. Every snap of a branch or rustle of wind felt like a threat. The scouts were out there, and they were hungry. But as I followed Dmitri’s broad shoulders into the dark, I felt a cold, sharp clarity.
The time for hiding was over. The Romanovs were coming back, and we were bringing the storm with us.
The wind was a physical wall, a screaming banshee of ice and grit that threatened to scour the paint from the ATV. I leaned into the handlebars, squinting through goggles that were rapidly frosting over. I had been delayed by two days because of Dmitry and I was woefully behind schedule. I didn’t terribly regret my additional days with him though.
I took the sharp left, the tires of the ATV biting into the deep, fresh powder of the forest shortcut. I knew that I was separating myself from him intentionally but we both got what we wanted – a good fuck.
Between the sheer distance and the white-out conditions of the blizzard, my tracks were being erased almost as soon as they were formed. Dmitry was good—hell, he was better than most—but he wasn't a ghost. By the time he realized I’d slipped the leash, I’d be a memory in the snow.
The encounter with Dmitry had been exactly what I needed—a visceral, grounding distraction—but the Kremlin didn’t wait for sex and a good old fashioned fucking. I pushed the engine to its screaming limit, the vibration rattling my teeth. I needed to reach the capital. I was still three days out, a lifetime in this weather.
When the engine finally sputtered and died, the silence that rushed in was deafening. I worked with frozen fingers, pouring the reserve fuel into the tank, my breath coming in ragged plumes. I knew that I was near Boris and his cabin. Boris was an outlier, a man who lived on the fringes of the internal intelligence circles, known for two things: his cooking skills and a legendary reputation of having an enormous dick among the women of the service that I worked with. The reputation was his dick was larger than most. I knew where I needed to go – not for the food, maybe for the sex but definitely for warmth.
Thirty-five minutes later, the silhouette of the cabin appeared like a jagged tooth against the grey sky. I cut the engine, dragged the ATV behind a dense thicket of pines, grabbed my bags and stumbled toward the door. My boots felt like lead.
I knocked. The door creaked open, and the heat from within hit me like a blow.
Boris stood there utterly and unashamedly naked. The rumors hadn't been exaggerations; he was built like a siege engine, and the rumors of his dick were now fact….he hung almost to his knees. He didn't look surprised to see a frozen, desperate woman at his doorstep.
"May I come in?" I rasped, my voice cracking from the cold.
He stepped back, a slow, knowing smile spreading across his face. "Of course, Your Imperial Highness."
I didn't waste time. I dragged my bags inside, the door thudding shut against the howling gale, and began stripping. The wet, freezing layers hit the floor in a heap. I hung them near the roaring fireplace, the steam rising from the wool as the feeling began to return to my skin in painful stabs.
I turned back to him, the firelight dancing off his massive frame. "I need to get some sleep," I said, my eyes tracking the heavy sway of him as he moved. “But I also need to warm up and eventually eat.”
"I could join you," Boris offered, his voice a low rumble. "You’re still shivering. I could warm you up."
I looked him up and down, my pulse beginning to override the exhaustion. "Does that offer include that monster dick of yours?"
His grin widened. "It does."
"Good," I said. "Rearrange my guts, Boris. Make me forget the snow."
He laughed, a deep, hearty sound, and led me into the bedroom. There was no hesitation. He reached for a jar of lube on the nightstand, coating his dick. At his request, I leaned over the heavy oak desk, my palms flat against the wood, spreading my legs to welcome the intrusion.
"Highness," he said, the word a gravelly vibration.
“You call me that one more time, Bo, neither one of us will be getting lucky nor getting fucked tonight,” I warned, my fingers digging into the edge of the desk.
"Understood, Marie," he rumbled.
The first thrust was a total takeover. He rammed into me with a singular, violent force that bypassed pleasure and went stone to a primal shock. I gasped, certain I could feel the crown of his dick pressing against my lungs. He held there for a moment, letting me stretch, letting me feel every inch of the displacement.
"God," I choked out, my eyes rolling back. "You're a monster."
"You asked for it," he whispered, his breath hot on my neck.
Then, he began to move.
It was slow at first—methodical, agonizingly deep grinds that made my head light. But as my body adjusted, Boris increased the tempo. He began to pound, his hips hitting mine with the sound of a hammer on an anvil. The women were right; he was a stallion.
The harder he drove into me, the more the world outside—the Kremlin, Dmitry, Tom, Doc, Vic and the frozen wastes—faded into nothing. I screamed, the sound echoing off the log walls, and the noise only seemed to fuel him. He was relentless, a force of nature that rivaled the storm outside. We moved in a frantic rhythm, his climaxes hitting me in waves as I came repeatedly against his dick. He gripped my hips with hands like iron vices, plowing into me with everything he had, leaving me senseless and shattered in the best possible way.
“Fuck, Marie,” he screamed as his grip tightened on my hips as he continued to pound his dick in me.
“You can fuck me harder and faster than this, Bo,” I moaned. “I’m not fragile!”
Three thrusts later, Boris screamed my name and unloaded his last load of cum in me and I came on his dick. He nibbled on my neck as I asked if he was up for another round.
“Are you really up for another round?” he asked. “Most women can’t handle what we just did!”
“I’m not most women, Bo,” I said. “I’ve had a very stressful two weeks and the only thing that seems to help is getting fucked.”
“Yeah?” he asked as he started thrusting in and out of my beyond swollen pussy. “I get how this helps!”
Boris and I spent the next few hours fucking in his bedroom; on his bed, the couch, the floor, on his computer chair and his bean bag chair – a relic from the 1990s. when he finally pulled out of my pussy, he screamed my name and came in me once more.
“Shower?” I asked as I got up from the bean bag chair and started heading to the bathroom.
“How are you able to stand right now?” he asked.
“It’s damn near impossible because I spent three days before arriving here getting fucked as well as for a few hours straight before I arrived at that place,” I said. “But I need the exercise.”
“Hey, Marie?” he whispered.
“What’s up?”
“You’re on birth control right? And up to date on it?”
“I am and I believe so. Why?”
“Your tits look twice the size than I’ve seen in the past.”
“Oh,” I said as I continued to the bathroom.
I did the math as I was showering….I was a week and a half late in taking the Depo injection. I had the IUD just in case but it should still be good as it’s about a year old at this point. I then realized that I’m only this horny and craving dick 24/7 when I’m ovulating. Then I realized that I was ovulating. Fuck!!
I knew that abortions here are legal but I don’t know how long I’d be here or how much more sex I would have. At this point, I knew I was going to wind up pregnant or I was already pregnant.
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