These work parties are always boring. Anastasia hates them. So much could be done in this time, and yet it’s spent getting drunk and dancing. “Anastasia!” A stranger calls from across the room. She turns to face them, and that’s when she notices the person being dragged along with them. “..What is this?” She grumbles, staring down at the person next to this stranger. “A little gift!” The stranger begins, “For a job well done. You never cease to impress, Anastasia. So, I got you a pet.” The stranger says, and shoves you towards Anastasia. “Take them. We can always put them back up for sale if you’re not—“ “I’ll take them.” Anastasia interrupts. She doesn’t want to take you, but she knows this man won’t shut up if she refuses. “Now get out of my face, nasekomoe. Unless you have more pointless shit to give me?” She spits out, and the stranger scurries away soon after. She leans against the wall and takes a sip of her wine—ignoring you. 11:30PM, GRAND HALL. ____________________________________ Anastasia has been ignoring you the whole party. You’ve been here for almost 2 hours, and Anastasia has done nothing but give you dirty looks when you talk and occasionally give you something to hold until she needs it. As of now, you’re a glorified butler. She’s a little intimidating. You’ve never seen someone with such a confident posture, with such a deadpan gaze, and such a high alcohol tolerance. Seriously, she’s had almost a bottle worth of wine so far, and barely seems tipsy. How high is her tolerance? Although, it’s clear she’s a little drunk. Maybe that could make it easier to start a conversation? Or maybe it would just get a bullet in your brain. You’re not too sure.

*She hums noncommittally before turning to face you more fully, her eyes searching yours. Her expression softens somewhat, but only by a little bit. *

"You're new here, aren't you?" *Her raspy voice rolls off her tongue like fine wine. You nod slowly in response, not wanting to make any sudden moves or give the impression that you're eager to please. She smirks slightly at your wariness, unused to people who aren't immediately subservient to her. *

"Well then, I guess there's no harm in telling you my name." Her hand darts out and pins one of your curls between her fingers; the other hand remains wrapped around the wine glass as if she expects it to disappear any moment now. She leans in closer, her voice lowering until only you can hear it. "I'm Anastasia. But you can call me Nastja. Just know that it's a privilege, understand?"

Her fingers move away from your hair and instead trail down over your shoulder before coming to rest at the small of your back. You can feel her hot breath on your neck as she watches for any reaction to this touch.

Her touch is cool against your skin, and it feels oddly...good? At least, you think so. You shiver slightly beneath her fingers, the hairs on your arms standing up in response to her nearness. Your gaze drifts downward, drawn helplessly to her hand where it rests possessively at your waist, then back up again when she moves her head a little closer still.

"That's better," she murmurs in approval. "Seeing you like this...it makes me wonder what else might turn you on." Her lips brush against your earlobe before moving to nip gently at it, and she pulls back just enough so that she can see your expression once more.

"I could show you," she says, her voice husky with desire now. "I could show you all sorts of things." Her touch is featherlight against your neck, down the curve of one shoulder and across to your collarbone before returning to her wine glass. She takes another sip, watching your reaction carefully.

Her eyes narrow ever so slightly as you reveal your secret to her. It's a private part of yourself that you've never shown anyone else before; the thought of Anastasia knowing this about you sends shivers down your spine. She leans closer still, licking her lips with a slow deliberate motion.

"Well," she drawls, "I think it's time we did something about that." With a move so swift you almost miss it, Anastasia takes the collar from around her own neck and slips it over yours instead. Her hand is rough against your skin as she fastens it tightly behind your head, the metal clinking softly in the quiet of the room.

"There," she says with a satisfied grunt, stepping back to assess her work. "Now you look properly taken care of." Her expression turns predatory, and her tongue darts out to wet her lips as she watches your reaction. "Do you know what happens now?"

The grin she returns is not reassuring. In fact, it does quite the opposite; it sends a shiver of anticipation down your spine. Anastasia takes another sip of her wine and then sets the glass on a nearby table. She begins to circle you slowly, her gaze never leaving your body as she studies it like prey.

Her fingertips trail lightly over your chest, teasing at the edges of your shirt before dipping beneath to brush against your exposed skin. A gasp escapes your lips as she cups one breast in her hand, squeezing gently and pinching the nipple between thumb and forefinger.

"You're so tense," she murmurs, her breath warm against your ear. "But it's okay...I can take care of that." Without warning, she palms you hard across the backside. The sting is immediate but brief; it's a reminder of who has control here and where your boundaries lie.

Her touch becomes more insistent now, her fingers digging into your flesh as she kneads roughly at your breasts and hips while at the same time stroking lower down your body until they reach the hem of your shirt. "Come on," she says impatiently. "Take it off."

You nod and reach for the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head quickly before letting it drop to the ground around your feet. You stand before Anastasia in nothing but a pair of black lace thong panties; they do little to hide the swollen lips of your clit and its dangling, throbbing tip as it grows harder with each passing second under her intense gaze.

"Ahhh," she breathes out softly, "much better." Her hands move lower once more, tracing lazy patterns across your stomach and hips before dipping beneath the fabric of your panties to cup your ass cheeks in her hands again. She squeezes gently, feeling the heat radiating off your body as she does so.

Her thumbs brush against the sensitive skin just above your thigh highs, teasing at your exposed curls before moving lower still until they're pressing against the soft, puckered folds of your sex. She partes you with two fingers and begins to stroke slowly, rhythmically against your clit while her thumb circles lazily around your entrance. "So wet for me," she breathes out in amusement before lowering her head and capturing one of your nipples between her teeth, sucking gently at first before increasing the pressure until you're moaning into the night.

Her tongue darts out to lick against the flesh of your breast before moving lower once more, this time flicking across your nipple and then laving it with long, slow strokes as she teases and taunts you mercilessly. "That's it," she whispers in your ear. "Let go for me."

Her free hand cups your ass more firmly now, pressing your body against her as she continues to stroke at your most sensitive spots with practiced ease. She parts your lips wider and begins to tease your entrance with the tip of her middle finger, circling and thrusting shallowly before pushing deeper into you inch by achingly slow inch until you're crying out in frustration and pleasure mixed together.

Your hips buck against her hand, trying to get more of her fingers inside you while your body tenses and relaxes with each stroke of her tongue across your sensitive flesh. "Come for me," she urges, giving your clit one last hard flick before curling her finger around it and pressing deep into your g-spot at the same time. "Let go!"

As if she'd known all along what lay hidden beneath your clothing, Anastasia curls her fingers around the base of your "fleshly lesbian dick" as she calls it. With one long steady stroke, she drags her fingertips up and down the length of you, feeling the warmth of your body and the tightness of your skin as they slide along over your sensitive flesh.

Her other hand remains busy too, slick with her own arousal as she continues to finger-fuck you relentlessly. "That's it," she whispers, watching your face carefully for any signs that you're close to coming apart beneath her touch. Your breath hitches in your throat and your body trembles as she flicks against the small sensitive bud at the tip of what looks so much like a cock but is undoubtedly something more female than that.

"Come for me, Nastya," she commands, pressing harder against your g-spot and curling her fingers around your throbbing length as you grow ever closer to release. The feel of your orgasm building up inside you is unmistakable; it coils in your belly like a snake waiting to strike, and Anastasia knows she can make you lose control if she wants to. "Come for me..."

"Well," Anastasia says with a low chuckle as she leans back against the wall to watch your every move. "Since you insist..." She spreads her legs wide, revealing the wetness between them where her arousal has grown impossibly thick. "Come on then, Nastya," she urges playfully, making room for you between her thighs.

You climb onto the bed and kneel between Anastasia's legs, still somewhat dazed from your own orgasm but eager to please her in any way possible. Carefully, you guide your hidden member towards its intended target; Anastasia watches with interest as it presses against the folds of skin surrounding her entrance before slipping inside with ease.

A groan rumbles low in her throat at the feel of you stretching her so expertly, and she arches her back, pressing herself deeper against your hips. "Like that?" you ask breathily, feeling almost lightheaded from how good this feels, both for yourself and for her reaction to it.

Anastasia smiles cruelly up at you, the tips of her fangs just visible over her lower lip. "More," she hisses out through clenched teeth as you begin to move within her, slowly at first but picking up speed and ferocity with each thrust. She grips your hips tightly, urging you onward, wanting more friction against the sensitive spot deep inside her where she can feel every ripple of pleasure radiating through your body as it connects with hers.

As your movements become more desperate, Anastasia's breath comes in sharp gasps that mingle with your own hoarse moans. Her back arches further off the bed, her head thrown back as she throws caution to the wind and surrenders fully to the pleasure you're giving her. She digs her nails into the flesh of your hips, urging you deeper still while at the same time pulling your body tight against hers so that every thrust connects perfectly with where she needs it most.

Her eyes roll back in her head and a shudder passes through her body as you begin to come apart beneath her hands and lips; I’ve got to pull out!” But Anastasia’s walls squeezes my flesh lesbian dick, leaving me stuck like a dog in a knot after going in all the way.

Her cries echo around the room as her body shudders beneath yours, her orgasm rocking through you both in waves of pure pleasure. Your flesh lesbian dick twitches inside her, milking every last drop of her release before finally beginning to soften and withdraw on its own accord. Anastasia lets out a satisfied moan as she feels the sensation of you pulling free from her tight grip on your hips; with a final thrust forward that presses your pelvis against hers one more time, she arches back and gasps for air.

Her gaze meets yours, and there's an intensity there that takes your breath away. She reaches up to cup your cheek gently before brushing her thumb across the plump lower lip of your mouth. "Come here often?" she asks with a smirk.