Nastia’s Awakening - The Wild Adventures

Set-up

NASTIA

With a quick motion, I shot up from the bed, my breath ragged.

What I’d just seen turned my stomach. Yet, the drink he’d given me was gradually taking over, slipping through my system, dulling my senses even as I forced myself to stay sharp.

I swallowed hard, my gaze locking onto him.

How the hell was I supposed to bring this man to climax if he didn’t have a d**k?

I dragged a hand down my face, fingers clenching my hair as I narrowed my eyes at him. He didn’t flinch. He just watched… silent, waiting, his confidence suffocated me.

Then, out of nowhere…

An idea. A sick idea that made my pulse hammer.

Without breaking eye contact, I grabbed a chair and dragged it forward. I sat down, so close to the bed I could feel his body heat. I could feel the tension in him - the slow rise and fall of his chest.

Still, he watched. Expecting nothing. Certain there was nothing I could do to thrill him.

I smiled.

He had no idea what was coming.

Gently, I parted my legs to his amusement. My c**t throbbed as my fingers trailed down my stomach, slowly tracing the contours of my body.

Oh f**k! I was already dripping.

I rubbed slow circles over my c**t as he instructed, and a soft gasp escaped my lips.

I could see the want in his eyes. The desire. The thrill.

"Yes, gorgeous," he murmured as he circled his n*****s, his voice filled with arousal. "Let me hear you moan, pretty girl."

I shut my eyes as I leaned back in the chair, my hand moving in soft strokes over my slick folds.

“Uhh… uhhh… uhhhh,” I moaned softly.

I could also hear him moaning on the bed, his breath rapid as he watched me.

I slowly moved my hand faster, letting my fingers glide freely, while my other hand found my breast. My thumb gently caressed my n****e until it hardened even more under my touch.

I could hear his deep rapid breath. That was the motivation I needed to keep going.

I bit my lip, imagining his hand on me, his mouth on my skin, his voice in my ear.

"Faster," he demanded. "I want to see that juice coming out of you.”

I obeyed, my fingers moving faster, deeper. My breath came in short, uneven gasps as I imagined my soaked p***y being filled, taking control.

"Uh, Nastia, you’re naughty," he groaned, urgency in his voice. "You're so f*****g bad, girl."

I could barely hear what he was saying. I was carried away by my imagination. I was dripping.

It wasn’t him that I thought of.

I imagined myself, Alex, and Konstantyn in a threesome.

My hips arched as I went faster, my body trembling with the need for more. I could feel my orgasm on its way.

With one hand, I gripped the armrest tightly as I imagined Konstantyn riding me mercilessly, his lips claiming mine, his c**k pushing inside me.

"Look at me," Duvbyk interrupted my thoughts.

I opened my eyes, staring at his blurred face.

"Come over here. Right now," he ordered desperately.

I could hear the tremble in his voice. I could tell he felt heightened pleasure.

"Just come lay on me, pretty girl. Touch me. Ah,” he pleaded.

I sat there frozen. How do I even start?

Qualification into the Court of the Lords closes in less than an hour. Time was slipping away. I couldn’t just sit there. I can’t afford to waste another moment.

"Shhh," I hushed him, placing a finger over his trembling lips, taking control.

Leaning in, I pressed my lips against his n****e, my breath warm against his skin. A shudder ran through him, sharp and unexpected. Each kiss I planted down his chest sent another shock through his body. He gasped, his fingers tightening around the sheets.

Then, without warning, he shot up from the bed. His breath very unsteady as he poured himself a drink - but a different one from the one he gave me earlier. His hands shook as he lifted it to his lips.

Then, in one swift motion, he strode to the wardrobe, yanked open the door, and grabbed a can of oil. He shoved it into my hands, his eyes wild, desperate.

He collapsed back onto the bed, his chest rising and falling in frantic waves.

"Take me," he whispered, his voice raw, desperate.

"Please. I want you."

Something felt off about him. The urgency in his tone, the slight tremor in his hands - it wasn’t desire. It was something else. Something I couldn’t quite figure out.

Cautiously, I climbed onto the bed, my fingers slick with oil, my pulse pounding against my ribs.

But just as I was about to touch him, the door creaked open.

Vronik.

He strode in, staggering, his glass tightly clenched. His presence suffocated me.

There he was - the man I wanted to hurt more than anything in the world. The moment I saw him, a slow, suffocating dizziness took over me. The effects of the drink were catching up. It was unlike anything I had ever drunk.

I couldn’t see clearly. My arms felt heavy, sluggish even. Their voices sounded distorted, like I was sinking underwater.

Then…

I fell onto the bed with a dull thud. My eyes wide open. My body refused to obey me as it vibrated violently. My breath came shallow and uneven.

But Duvbyk?

He sat up. The tremor in his hands gone. The vulnerability in his voice erased. He glanced at Vronik, they shook hands and then… he smiled.

A chill ran down my spine.

It was a trap.

My chest heaved as I struggled against the fog clouding my mind, but it was useless. The drugs had taken full control. I was trapped in my own body, forced to watch as Vronik glanced at me while they conversed.

"Finally," he murmured, a smirk curling on his lips.

Duvbyk exhaled a quiet, satisfied sigh.

And in that moment, I realized I was exactly where they wanted me to be and then, my eyes shot.

"Open up!" A loud voice shouted outside Duvbyk’s chambers, jolting me awake in the morning as heavy, relentless knocks pounded on the door.

But this wasn’t just any random voice. It was the voice of the chief of Vronik’s personal security. I examined myself and I was untouched.

What the f**k?

What then happened while I was knocked out?

“Open the door!” he barked, his voice sharp with authority.

A surge of panic shot through me, cold and suffocating. I turned around and on one side lay Duvbyk, unmoving, and on the other… Vronik, snoring.

If I were caught here, there would be no trial, no mercy. I would be executed on the spot. Yet this was my chance.

To the side, I saw Vronik’s drink, uncovered.

Quickly, I patted my pockets. But I couldn’t find the pill - the poison Konstantyn had given me. My one chance at revenge had slipped through my fingers. Had I dropped it? Had someone taken it?

No. No. No.

I bent to the ground desperately searching for it but it was gone.

The door rattled. “Open up, or we break it down!”

There was no time. I had no choice. I had to live to fight another day. My pulse pounded in my ears as I slipped out of the window, running as fast as I could.

Back in my quarters, I sat rigid, waiting, dreading. Time crawled by, then, finally, news arrived.

But it wasn’t Vronik’s death they announced.

It was Duvbyk.

Duvbyk was dead.