From Russia With Love

Fly_on_the_Wall

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OOC: I am trying to start a thread about the last Tzar of Russia,Nicolas II and his wife Alexandra. The events will take place on the eve of the revolution.

I will play Nicolas II.

I will also need the following caracters:

*Alexandra, the Empress.

*Rasputain, the mysterious monk who may also be having an affair with the Empress.

*The Tzars brother, Grand Duke Michal.

*The tzars daughters, Anastasia, Anna, and Olga.

*Sergei, the tzars top general

*George, The Kaiser of Germany, and Nicolas' hot tempered cousin.

*Ireane, a socialite from Russia's high sociaty who has eyes for the tzar.

*If you can think of other charaters, please feel free to join in at any time. Just introduce yourself, and start posting.
:D
 
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Nicolas' Problem

OOC. I'll start the thread and see where it leads.

IC: I had been Tzar of my kingdom, Russia for a little over a decade. I married my wife, Alix while my father was on his death bed. Since the time I have decended to the throne, I have not been able to spend nearly enough time with my love.

Now my country finds itself in a war that I neither want nor can really afford. There have been riots in the streets of some of the towns, and I was forced to send the Cassacks in. Now I must break the news to my love that I must go lead my army myself in a few days. Rasputain, my wife's most trusted advisor has indicated that is the best coase of action.

I summon one of my serevants to fetch my wife. I must have some time alone with her...
 
May I be your Alexandre? I'd love wearing all that jewelry!
 
OOC:
Can I be Rasputin?
You can kill me with a shovel...
 
OOC:aristo, I was hoping you would jump aboard. Just remember, Rasputain don't carry any Tommy guns! L.o.l.
 
OOC: like to try my hand at Ireane....:) tell me if it's ok with you yea....thanx...
 
OOC:
I live to serve your Highnesses.


IC:
Rasputin, spanked the little girl's bare bottom and sent her from the room. He quickly rearanged his soiled, patched, black vestments and caught a view of himself in the mirror; impossibly tall, rake thin,(cadaverous is a good word), wild unkempt beard and eyes that glowed with the fires of hell.

"Yep",
That's me. He smiled. He still had nice white teeth. He'd have to work on that. Keeping up ones image as Big Bad Bogey Man of Imperial Russia was a lot of work but he loved it.

He looked out the window across the couryard of the Winter Palace.
Wonder what Alex' is doing today, he mused.
Oh probably with Nicky, what an annoyance. If he'd only hurry up and...I think I'll have another vision today. Yellow Hordes at the gate, that kind of thing.
 
Alix

Tears fill my azure eyes. I dab at them with my Hamburg lace handkerchief. My son, Alexia was terribly ill again. I would have to see the holy man, Gregory Rasputin soon. He seems to be the only one who can ease my son's terrible pain. I fear I would do anything for this mysterious man if only he will continute to help my child.

But first, I must see my husband. Worry interrupts my sleep. I know that he feels a duty to lead his troops into battle, and I fear for my darling Nicky. How many moments do we have left? I must hurry to him.

The skirts of my rose colored gown swish against my legs as I walk quickly to my husband's personal quarters. My heart does its funny little jump as always when I see my dashing husband.

"Nicky, you asked to see me..."
 
"Alix, my love! I do not know how I will be able to leave you in just a fortnight. The armies are in disarray and men are deserting by the thousands. Perhaps, if they see their Tsar leading them, it will sway their spirits to continue the fight," I said without being able to meet her lovely eyes.


I changed the subject to a happier one, "Remember the summer, just prior to our wedding. I took you rowing in the canals. When that young couple bumped us and we capsized. Our faces lit up with laughter and joy. They did not even recognize my face. Oh, how I wish life were that simple and sweet. Our life has become complicated and we are forced to spend much time apart," I pause to kiss her beautiful lips with infinite care. "Much too much time apart," I continue.

"My sweet Empress, Alix, these next fourteen days together will no doubt pass like fourteen minutes because pleasure makes time fleeting," with that I wrap my arms around her and passionately kiss her. Her lips were sweet as honied wine. I ran my hand down her cheek. Her skin was soft velvet to my touch.
 
There was a knock on the door. How annoying.
Striding across the room. he knits his gnarly brows and puts on his ferocious 'how dare you disturb me' look. He flings the door open and bellows...
"HOW DARE YOU!"..."

There's no one there!, He leans into the hall and a streak of blonde, white and blue shoots past him into the dank chamber.
"What the?"

The Mad Monk turns to see Maria, dressed in a petite sailor dress sitting on the table, swinging her white stockinged legs and black shiny shoes in saucy contempt for the chaste surroundings of a man of God.

"What's the matter Uncle Gregory are you missing Mama?"
She tilted her head and smiled winsomly.
The little munchkin drove him mad!

"She sent you this."

Maria held out a leather purse which Rasputin snatched from her hand. She giggled.

He dumped it on the table, a few diamonds, a ruby, a gold saphire ring and a pocket watch encrusted with jewels. The inscription read:
To Nickie, from Cousin Willie on his Twenty First Birthday

"OOOH, daddy's watch, isn't that sweet.
Mama said to tell you that that's just for being you."


OOC:
I know I stepped way over the line with Maria, Red.
I will withdraw this post quick as lightning if you object.
 
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Ireane:

It was another one of those nights, when I ended up spending it with some man whom had chatted me up during the course of the evening. Yet, every night without fail, I would imagine them to be Nicholas. If only I had became his Empress.

From a passive desire, of late, I have adopted a more aggressive and active lust for the man, creating opportunities to be close to him. I knew one day my obsession would bring me to a point of no return.

I felt his lips devour mine, his cock pistoning in and out of my wet pussy. He drew his breath close to my ears, and whispered praises for my body. I just smiled to myself. None of these men could quite measure up to the Tsar himself.
 
I'm sorry if I confused you. I should have been more clear. Russian history and culture is something I have much interest in, so opened your thread to read a little. When I saw you had forgotten Maria, I decided to let you know. I hadn't planned on joining the thread, only saying that there was someone missing. I'm sorry for any confusion.

LRD
 
Maria

Mama had sent me on another damn errand to the mad clergyman. I had just turned eighteen but no one recognized me as an adult yet. I looked down at the pitiful clothing I was forced to still wear. One of these days Papa and Mama will realize that I am a woman and have a woman's needs.

As the monk peers out of his humble abode I look at him wondering what Mama sees in him. He wasn't exactly your typical holy man. I knew what they did when my Papa was away. And he must be awfully good at it for Mama had sent him some great gifts that are contained within the small purse.

I glanced down and saw the watch that mama said was for him for just being the man he is. I nestled closer to him as I looked into his haggard face. His eyes revealed annoyance and yet something else also.
 
Alix

I wanted to cry as my husband spoke of leaving. Being parted from him was difficult, but Nicky was putting himself in danger! It was too much to bear. I wanted to cry and beat his chest with my fists, but I could not. I was his empress, his tsarina, his inspiration. I fought back the tears that welled up from my heart. He spoke of a tender memory. Yes, I remembered the lovely days of our courting where we seemed as innocent as children compared to today.

I wrapped my arms around Nicky's neck as he bent to kiss me. Wanting nothing more than to remain in his arms forever, I kissed him with all of the power contained within my soul. His tongue began a searching exploration of my mouth. The beauty of Nicky was that each time he kissed me, it felt like the first time.
 
Alix's Nicky"

My wife's eyes were red from crying. She was a delicate flower, preserved from anther era, one that gave a ruler absolute power to do as he wished. How my heart ached to see her this sad.

She put her arms around me, as I kissed her. My tonge began to explore the inside of her yielding mouth. I would take her mind off matters of importance for a few stolen moments.

I wrapped my arms around her and picked her up. She let out a light squeal, but I quickly shot her a reassuring look. I gently laid her on the silk bedspead that covered to bed. I took off my jacket and put it on the chair beside it. I carefully placed my hand behind her neck and untied the ribbon that held her gown on. Slowly, I pulled it down, expossing her undergarments. "I love you so much", I wisper in her ear....
 
I gasped hoping he would hear all that was in my heart.

My dress fell away, exposing the ecru laced undergarments made from the finest silk. Nicky crushed me in an embrace. I felt the softness of his beard as he tickled my cheek, making me laugh. With infinite care, he removed my delicate camisole. The wisp of creamy silk slithered to the floor.

Years of marriage had transformed my virginal shyness to that of a wanton harlot... at least in the bedroom. Nicky knew how to bring out the slut in his outwardly proper wife.
 
Nicky

I watched the silk fall to the floor. My mouth saluteed her lips, then glided to her neck. I osculated my touge acoss her skin, feeling her every quiver. I wanted to give her every ounce of passion she craved. My hands caressed her breasts, pinching and fondling tenderly. With this moment, I would give my love a little slice of heaven.
 
Rasputin wanted nothing more than to take the little Czarinakins over his knee raise her pinafore, drop her bloomers and flail her saucy littlae ass till she cried and asked for mercy. He'd give her mercy allright! He'd slip his horse sized cock out of his moldy vestments and watch her suck it til he exploded all over her pretty
rosey cheeks and precious blonde ringlets!.
Then he'd...he'd...

"Why thank you little Princess and thank your mama too."
 
I caught the clean smell of Nicky's linen shirt. No doubt, he had only just put it on. I laughed as I helped him out of it. I wanted to feel his naked chest pressed against the delicate skin of my breasts. My fingers trailed over the defined muscles of his back, as I pressed my Nicky into a tender embrace. His heart beat against my chest. My lips were very close to his ear.

"The heart of Russia beats at my breast. Suckle them, Nicky. I offer them to you," I said, my whispering breath tickling the czar's ear.
 
"Are you not going to thank me as well. I mean I did come all the way here with the treasures safely intact," I coo to him through my pouting pink lips. Curiosity had gotten the best of me and I had to see what he had hidden under his robe.

I nuzzle in closer to him and run my nails and fingers along the fabric resting on his shoulders, guiding my hand through his wild mane of thick hair. As I am doing this my pelvis draws near to his leg and spread my legs slightly to rub my warmth against him. Oh but I was being such a naughty little girl. I smile a wicked grin as I see how I have affected him. I bite the left edge of my lip, looking into his eyes, never ceasing my girations against him.
 
Alix's Nicky

Upon hearing my beloved wife whisper those sweet words in my ear, I begun to suck her breasts with all the fervor of a wild hound in heat.

Her bosom instantly hardened as my tonge lapped her nipples. "I long to feel your lushious nest wrap around my pulseating cock" I murmur to her.

I clasped my hands around her waist and began to lick her naval. She runs her hands through my hair, as my mouth moves lower still...
 
Rasputin

She's doing it again! The little minx is doing it again!
Rasputin clenched his fists and gritted his teeth as those blue, blue, innocent and wildly SEXY! eyes looked up at him and he felt the soft little mound of her minette rubbing softly on his knee.

Nicholas would kill him.
Castrate him and burn him alive. The thought of castration was repellent.
Now her dainty lttle hands were in his beard and she was riding his boney knee....He shut his eyes and prayed...hoping that would help.

"Ooooh Uncle Gregory, what's this?"
Two of her pretty little fingers were tap dancing on the tip of his penis, which was doing it's best to pop right through the clerical robe.
 
Nicky's touch ventured lower on my body. The burdens of my life lifted for a moment as he parted the silken curls of my sex. I pressed my pelvis upwards, straining for his touch, wanting his lips, his tongue... the teasing sucking.

"Nicky, please..." I implored as I parted my legs. He did not answer my plea. No, he opened my legs further and began to kiss the soft skin of my inner thighs.

A man's beard does wonderful things to such sensitive skin and I pressed my head into the pillow, feeling the intimate caress of his velvety hair on my exposed thighs.

I gasped as his tongue joined the delightful torment of my senses. Long sucking strokes followed playful flicks and I cried out with wanton abandon.

"Please! Please, Nicky! Tease me no longer." I said as I offered my mound of Venus to his mouth.
My vulva felt congested with raw need. I wanted to grind it into his face.
 
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