A Pleasant Surprise Prt III

Posted on Tue Jul 26th, 2022 @ 1:40pm by Princess Royal Giana Orsini & Major Sacha Lavigne
Edited on on Thu Jul 13th, 2023 @ 7:05pm

Mission: Historiae Terrae Et Imperii
Location: Rio de Jinero
Timeline: Date 2371-05-31 at 1800
3195 words - 6.4 OF Standard Post Measure

It had taken fifteen minutes of driving through busy Rio traffic before they pulled up to the outer gate of the apartment building where Giana kept her own private penthouse suit. It was a collection of very excusive apartments, so security was already high. They pulled into the parking garage underneath the building and into one of the two spots set aside for her.

Sacha got off the back of the bike, his erection having died down several minutes ago, and smiled at Giana.

"A little bumpy, but you're every bit the rider you were when I taught you." he said with a look of subtle pride in her. "Now, where the hell are we?"

“I thought we’d go say hello to my dad. Catch up. Maybe you two have a beer.” Giana pulled off her helmet and made sure everything was off before giving him back his keys. “Come on.” There was a chuckle in her voice as she beckoned him to come with her, heading for the door to the building where she paused and leaned down to the scanner there. She lifted her glasses and it seemed nothing had really happened, but the door opened for her and she walked inside while lowering the glasses again. The hat had of course had to be left behind, but this place was safer. A quick lift ride and a walk down a private hallway brought them to another security locked door which she quickly opened and stepped inside.

This apartment was hers and hers alone. It was a smaller, more modest penthouse by imperial standards, but the opulent art and decorations had Giana’s tastes written all over. The floor was a heavily patterned black and white marble, the walls a simple grey so as to not interfere with the colors of the paintings and other decorations which had all been selected to be on the same brightness and saturation spectrum so that nothing was too “loud”. Giana gave a sigh and finally stripped off the scarf and glasses, tossing them haphazardly onto the desk next to the door with the attitude of someone who was used to having someone else pick up after them. Across the way was a window that covered the outer wall and the slight shimmer of a forcefield could be seen over it. This place was quite secure it seemed.

“Welcome to my apartment.” She said and spread her arms dramatically. The furniture was all dark authentic leather matched with richly stained wood for the tables and storage. Everything was finely crafted and all appeared to be hand made.

"Nice, nice." he said, looking around at the dark furniture and the selected art pieces. He didn't recognize any of it, of course, but he appreciated that it was fancy and that she liked it. "And no one here to cut my balls off, I like it."

After having expressed interest in the apartment, he turned to Giana and grabbed hold of her boldly, pulling her close to his body and pressing her lips against his, doing what he'd been wanting to do since the moment he'd laid eyes on her and years before that as well.

Giana hadn’t been expecting him to grab her, but she didn’t resist or protest. Instead she pressed into him, her hands on his chest. She returned his kiss, holding it and lingering there for a long moment before she pulled back and looked up into his eyes with a smile. “Hi.”

He felt a swell of warmth in his breast as he looked down at her. It was a dream come true to be here with her, so much so that he was a bit worried he would wake up from it any moment.

"Hi." he said in response, and kissed her again, enjoying the sheer nostalgia of it. "Now, for the Royal Inspection, I imagine?"

“Oh absolutely, marine.” She teased and pulled back from him, taking a few steps to give him room. “Let’s have a look then. Unless you’re going to turn shy on me now.”

"Non." he said with energy, grinning handsomely. He started with his shirt, unbuttoning the white dress shirt one button at a time, going slowly, his eyes locked on hers. Underneath was a white undershirt, but he had a plan for that as well. He tossed the dress shirt on the floor at her feet and then reached down, grabbing the bottom of the shirt with his hands and pulling it off over his head. Underneath, his fit body was dotted with numerous tattoos, all of which came from the Imperial Marines and were of varying designs. The effect was, as soon as his shirt was off, he looked as rebellious as he was for a change. He watched her face, standing in pants and shoes, but no top. "Well, Your Highness, do I pass the inspection so far?"

Giana stood there with her arms folded across her chest, one hand lifted up and playing with a lock of her hair that had fallen over her shoulder. Her eyes ran over Sacha as he moved, now taking a moment to truly appreciate how much he had changed. When they were younger, his body had never really been his best feature, but that hadn’t deterred her from sleeping with him. Often. She bit her lower lip as her mind began to wander, but she quickly snapped back to attention when he spoke. “My my,” she began, “you’ve certainly turned your body into a canvas.” Giana knew it was typical for marines and had no real feelings toward them either way. She moved closer to him with her eyes devouring him every step closer. Once she was near enough she reached out to touch his chest, her hand sliding over it and down his abdomen and then continued to trail down to the front of his pants. She ran her hand firmly over the fabric there, looking up into his eyes as she did so. “So far.” She purred lustily and peeled herself back from him so he could continue.

"Good." he said, grinning a confident grin. When he was younger, it would have been downright cocky, but he had matured on the inside as well. He kicked off his shoes quickly and removed his socks as well; this part was an afterthought, hardly part of the presentation. He unbuttoned his pants then and let them fall to the floor. Stepping out of them, he kicked them off to the side as well. All that was left between him and complete nakedness was a formfitting pair of navy blue boxer briefs which came down to the middle of his thigh. He looked down and then at her, actually demurring slightly. Showing himself off was one of his favorite parts with any woman, but this was different. He had come along way since his fellow gym students used to call him 'The Wonder of the Locker Room', yet still he was ever-so-slightly shy about it. "So yeah, some changes."

When he demurred and suddenly became shy, Giana quirked a brow but it lowered. There was something between a smirk and a smile on her face, amusement in her eyes, but also a gentleness that was reserved for so few people in this world. She walked toward him deliberately, the sound of her heels clicking on the marble echoing in the otherwise silent room. Giana didn’t speak to him. Instead she merely looked up into his eyes and held his gaze as her hands moved down, her fingers hooking into the fabric of the boxer briefs he wore so she could pull them down. Her eyes never left his, even as he was freed from his confines.

He kicked the underwear from around his ankles and met her gaze again. He smiled, the moment of demurring having subsided a few seconds after he was left standing in his underwear. That hungry look in her eyes; that was the look he remembered best and had most wanted to see again.

"Final evaluation, ma'am." he said, reminding her of their little game.

Giana licked her lips and once again stepped back from him. She gave him the appraising look he wanted and even lifted a finger, twirling it around slowly to get him to do the same. Once he had done so, she smirked at him. “A very fine specimen. Maximum marks. Though now I do believe we should evaluate your stamina. Don’t you think?”

"My favorite part of the test." he said, grinning. "It's been quite a while since I saw you out of those fancy clothes."

He walked up and put his arms around her, kissing her on the neck with a certain animalistic intensity, his hands starting on her face and then moving down her back until it reached the zipper at the back. He moved it down shamelessly until it crested to top of her bottom and stopped. The kiss was getting hungrier and his soldier was at a full salute, making contact between her legs in the dress. If there was one thing he remembered her liking when they were young, it was the way she felt normal and free when they were naked together, when there was nothing to divide them. He squeezed her bottom with both hands as they kissed, his fingers moving with practice-honed skill.

A soft moan passed Giana’s lips as he pulled her close and began to kiss her neck. Sacha never asked permission, but would always stop without hesitation if asked. Her hands moved up his body, touching and exploring the familiar yet not body before her. Eventually she shifted just slightly and shrugged out of the dress which left it pooled at her feet. Her chest was covered with a nude colored strapless bra and a matching panty protected her from his manhood hitting up against her. Giana put a hand on his shoulder to steady herself and stepped out of the dress and without hesitation nudged it to the side so it would be out of the way. She too had filled out from her younger years, her body was just larger in general but always maintained that slim and fit figure. Happily for Sacha, her breasts were also slightly larger than he would have remembered, but Giana was never and would never be the voluptuous bombshell. She was beautiful though, there was no doubting that fact. “Better?”

“Much better.” He said, looking at her intently, his excitement successfully restrained on his face, though barely. The nude bra and underwear posed as the last barrier between him and what he most wanted. “But we aren’t quite there yet. Free the nipples, Giana.”

“They are.” She said and nonchalantly reached up to pinch around his nipple. She made sure to focus it on the skin and not actually on the very sensitive piece of flesh. She didn’t want to hurt him and spoil the moment after all.

“I mean yours, you silly.” He said, and reached a hand around her back, unclamping her bra with a swift movement of one hand. He pulled it gently, not waiting for her guidance, and tossed the bra on the floor. Now, when he looked back at her like he was barely restraining his desire. “You are so beautiful, mon cher. I want to make love to you now.”

With a motion, he lifted her into his arms, prompting her to straddle him. His dangling member pressed up against her panties, the only item of clothing left to her. He could feel the moisture there, only adding to his own desire. “Point me in the direction of the bedroom now, before I take you right here on the floor.”

“That way.” She pointed to a hallway to their left and then looked back to him, smirking. “Since when have we ever needed a bed?”

“I want to pretend that I’ve been domesticated, mon coer.” He said with a smile as he headed in the direction she had indicated. “If I took you on the floor you might think ‘Mon Dieu! I’m being fucked by a wild stallion!”

He wasn’t sure if she had any servants here or not, for if she did, they’d made themselves scarce when they arrived. Instead, he focused on the mission: bedroom, bed, panties. Nothing else possessed him but that. The first door wasn’t it, and he knew because he kicked the door open with his foot while cradling Giana as if she were stolen from a rival village. The second door was much better luck. Bedroom.

He dropped her down onto the bed on her back, not taking note of any of the decorations or furnishings, but being completely tunnel visioned. His face was light, and fun, and excited. Bed.

Without missing a beat, Sacha grabbed her feet and lifted them up to his face, taking in their mild odor and pressing his fingers lightly against her ankles, unashamed of how others might view this action. He wanted all of her, nothing held back. He then moved those hands down her legs in a slow and powerful motion until he reached her waist. Instead of removing her underwear, he spread her legs and dropped down, plunging his face into her crotch and massaging her feminine parts with his lips through the fabric.

“I remember this pussy very well, yes.” He said, a bit muffled as he looked up at her. He pulled back then and laughed, grabbing hold of the fabric at her hips with decisive fingers. “I can’t believe I’m here with you.”

Then he pulled them off slowly, more slowly than she would have expected. It was tender and considerate, his eyes resting on her center as he tossed the underwear to the floor. He stared, like a boy at a girl, and like a dog at a piece of rare steak. Panties.

“Just like I left her.” He said to Giana, his soldier at a strict veiny attention, but his face had gone somewhat soft and sentimental. He had to be careful not to fall in love. She had too many options for that.

Giana found herself giggling like a teenager again as Sacha swept her off her feet and began carrying her through the penthouse like his conquest. She supposed in a way in this moment she was, and it was deserved. Her arms were wrapped around his shoulders and she did only enough to make sure she didn't knock into any walls as he was carrying her and looking for his destination. She was focused on the moment with him. Who knew how long it would last before he was cast out or worse, but that was a worry for another time.

When he dropped her on the bed, she looked up at him and laughed again as he grabbed her by the ankles, though it ended up in a surprised squeal as he suddenly dropped between her legs and began pressing against her sex through her underwear. Any other day she might have chastised him for the rather lewd display of body and word, but instead she just found herself laughing again.

As he peeled them off, her laughter died down and was replaced with the warmth and desire she had for him. She looked into his eyes and reached a hand up toward his cheek, her gaze inviting him to come closer. To be with her again.

He responded to the invitation readily, climbing between her legs and kissing her as he moved inside her. They started slow, and then the gradually increased pace, changing positions several times, and eventually putting on a display which might have killed Giana's former governess were she to walk through the door again. A while in, Sacha looked up at Giana who was on top of him as she had been that one day, except they were both different. He looked at her flushed face, contorted with pleasure, and he grabbed her hips with both hands. "I love you" was on the tip of his tongue, but he dare not say it.

"Best Royal Inspection ever."

"Not bad at all." Giana panted out, the words followed closely by a passionate moan. Her fingers pressed firmly into his chest, giving her leverage on top of him as she moved. Suddenly, she began to laugh through her panting breaths and pleasured moans, an odd chorus that somehow worked in the moment. "Gods... the governess." She grinned and the memory seemed to only serve to spurn her to move faster as she wished she would have that day.

He grabbed her breast as she moved, though it was difficult to keep his hand there as she moved faster. He let out a moan of his own, long and deep as he watched her, enjoying the sensation and the show all together.

"You like the idea of having an audience, then?" he asked, grinning at her.

"No, just-" Her words cut off in another moan and whatever she was about to say died on her lips. Her focus suddenly became her finish. After another long moment, she finally let out a low, satisfied moan, A shiver ran down her spine and she licked her lips before she looked down at him and grinned.

He smiled back.

"You've had about seven turns at this point, yes? Perhaps I should take one." he joked, rolling her off of him and kneeling on the bed. Taking her hand, he started guiding her into the doggie position on the bed. He did so with his usual sense of certainty, though he was watching her for signs of discomfort. She was a proud woman, he knew, and the idea of being bent over a pillow by a marine and having her hair pulled was certainly less than princess-like.

"I think that might be a mild exaggeration." Giana shot back breathlessly and took a beat on her back to try and calm herself. Before she knew it though he was coaxing her back up and she moved willingly. There seemed to be no hesitation to do what he was asking; this wasn't some sort of formal event or somewhere she had to be pristine. They were just man and woman.

Several moments, later, after his own climax, they collapsed in bed next to each other. Where as, when he was string bean, he was out of breath, now he was much more fit. Sweat beaded on his forehead and chest still. He put out an arm, his hand finding her arm as they slowly came down from their high.

A long, satisfied sigh escaped her lips. She lay still for a moment and then shifted onto her side, scooting closer to him and laying her head on his chest and shoulder. Her arm went around his body. She said nothing, just displayed her affection for him in this quiet way.

He held her close and smiled. This had been the best day he'd had in years.

END