John Ringo: Kildar

When he got to the sitting room, Klavdiya was sitting on the couch awaiting him nervously. She was wearing a light-blue, low-cut dress he hadn’t seen before, presumably the fruits of her purchasing. It suited her well.

“Mother Savina was supposed to bring up a light dinner,” Mike said, smiling at her. “Let’s eat.”

“Okay,” Klavdiya said, standing up.

The small table had been set with two places and candles for lighting. Mike lit the candles and turned down the lights, then lifted the covers off the plates to see what they were having for dinner. Chicken in a creamy sauce with a side of rice and mixed vegetables. Light enough.

“Wine?” he asked, lifting out a chilled bottle of a local white.

“A little,” Klavdiya replied.

“And only a little for me, too,” Mike said, pouring for her. “Shakespeare said that wine giveth the desire and taketh away the ability. Truer words were never writ.”

“Who is Shakespeare?” Klavdiya asked, picking at her food.

“An English playwright and poet,” Mike replied. “You’ll read him eventually, I hope. Very good plays. He had the human nature down. Are you reading much, yet?”

“Only a little,” Klavdiya said. “I am not so good, yet.”

“It takes practice,” Mike admitted. “You’ll get better. You can learn a lot about the world from reading. Of course, living in it helps as well.”

As they chatted the girl began to relax, which was the whole point. Dessert was a chocolate confection with coffee to wash it down. At which point, Klavdiya started tensing up again.

“Come on,” Mike said, standing up and holding out his hand. “No worries.”

Klavdiya got up uncertainly and followed him to the sitting room.

“Not there?” she asked, pointing to the bedroom.

“In a bit,” Mike said, sitting down on the couch and pulling her lightly down to sit beside him. He’d set out a bottle of mead beforehand and pulled the cork, pouring two small glasses. “This is just a bit stronger than the wine. It will relax you so I can have my way with you,” he said, smiling humorously.

“I am yours, Kildar,” the girl said, taking the small glass.

“In one gulp,” Mike said, tossing his off. The mead was strong and warming.

“That is good,” Klavdiya said, pulling her legs up onto the couch to tuck under her.

“Made from honey,” Mike said, putting his arm on her shoulders. “I don’t think you make it around here, much, which is strange. Is there anything you want to talk about?”

“No,” Klavdiya said, looking up at him from lowered eyes that were still a bit frightened.

“Then let’s try doing,” Mike said, leaning over to kiss her.

She stiffened at first but then slid into his arms with a moan. He flicked his tongue against her lips and hers parted for him to enter. He ran his tongue around her mouth, but when his hand slid onto her thigh she stiffened up again.

He kept his hand away from taboo zones, sliding it up her side and eliciting another moan, then down to her thigh again. This time when it slid up it was inside the dress sliding up her nylon covered thigh. Klavdiya wriggled around so that he could get his hand further up and he slid it up, pushing the dress up at the same time, until his hand was on her ass. He rested it there for a time, just stroking, then ran the other hand under the dress and had it up and over her head before she realized.

She sat back at that, biting her lip, as he tossed the dress onto the coffee table.

“Kildar,” she said, uncertainly.

“Shhhh,” Mike replied. She was wearing light blue bikini panties and a matching front-opening bra, and nylons supported by a garter belt. The panties had been put on outside the garter; he presumed she’d had help in dressing from Anastasia. “Now’s not the time for words.”

He started over, holding her gently and kissing, then slid his tongue down her throat as she lay back and writhed under his hands. He slid his hand up and down her sides as he kissed and licked on her neck, getting a mouthful of perfume in the process that he ignored. He also had to spit out some hair, but that was a small price to pay. She had a lovely body, young and taut and firm. He slid his tongue down onto her chest, then reached up and opened up the bra. This time she didn’t stiffen, just moaned and arched as he took one of her nipples in his mouth while gently tickling the other.

He slid his left hand away from the nipple and up behind her head, then slowly lowered her onto the couch, sliding his right hand down her side and along her leg as he continued to nuzzle at her luscious breasts. They were very firm, just fully swelled out and not even starting to sag. He could feel himself getting aroused and firmly told himself to calm down. The wonderful part about it was that he could take her any way that he wished. He owned her; she had no recourse but to do his will. It was a heady feeling of absolute power that he had to carefully control.

He slid his right hand under her ass as he nuzzled at her and slid the panties down, gently. She did stiffen at that, clamping her knees together. That excited him enough he couldn’t help yanking them down between her clamped knees, then sliding his hand up between her legs, roughly, sliding a leg over to spread them and then slipping a finger into her warmness.

She started to draw back at that but he pinned her in place with his weight and forced his finger into her, rubbing gently. She moaned and writhed to get away but he pressed her down, continuing to nuzzle at her breasts and neck, slipping his tongue down onto the juncture of her neck and shoulder and pressing in hard. He could feel a wave of goose bumps cover her arms and stomach and she began to moisten as he gently manipulated her.

He still didn’t take her, continuing to stroke her with tongue and finger, slowly spreading her legs as she loosened up under his expert touch. Finally, she arched and gasped, letting out a squeak of surprise as much as pleasure as she orgasmed.

He quickly pulled his pants off at that, spreading her wide and taking her as she was still shuddering. She was tight as hell and he had to work to get in but she let out a shriek of combined pleasure and pain as her hymen broke, rocking into him as he took her. He didn’t worry about her pleasure, now, simply stroking hard. But he held back as well as he could, giving her a good, hard, long fucking for her first time until she was shrieking with pleasure and bucking under him. Then he came into her, hard, pinning her down and biting into her shoulder muscles to keep from shouting himself.

“Oh, Kildar,” Klavdiya said, crying, as she wrapped her arms and legs around him. “That was…”

“There aren’t words, love,” Mike said, gently, stroking at her face.

“Oooh,” she moaned as he slid out of her.

He’d planned for that as well, and picked up a cloth from the table, sliding it between her legs gently.

“Are you hurt?” he asked.

“It hurt a little,” she said. “But not so much. I must go clean up, Anastasia told me how.”

“Meet me in the bedroom if you will,” Mike said.

When she was gone he cleaned up the small amount of mess and wiped himself down, then went to the bedroom. He pulled the covers partially down, got undressed and was waiting for her when she came in. She was looking nervous again.

“Come on,” Mike said, holding up the covers. “We’re not even close to done, yet.”

“Yes, Kildar,” the girl said, uncertainly. She was still wearing her stockings and high-heels. She started to take them off but Mike gestured for her to stop.

“Leave them on,” Mike said, grinning. “They’re cute.”

“Yes, Kildar,” she said, uncertainly, but hopped into bed anyway.