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Category: Erotica/Classic Erotica
Description: Delightful Romantic Erotica. This romantic novel transports the reader to Russia, amidst the fortunate ruling class of nobles during the pre-revolutionary days. The main story revolves around a prudish, delicate countess, Nadia, who screams with fear at the idea of being kissed by her husband. The opening scene isthe nuptial chambers of the frightened bride whose innocence and ingenuousness annoys Count Sernoff who is a large, physically well-endowed man emboldened by sexual desire for claiming his matrimonial rights. Both male and female readers will love the lascivious description of this interplay between the naïve and feisty little creature trying to shield her eyes and the beast-like count whose monstrous object proudly roars at her! Along with plenty of titillating sex scenes, the story moves along. There is the lecherous steward, who loves to gratify himself by summoning his timid yet tempting underlings to his quarters and make them submit to the cruelest whims. Then there is the vivacious baroness who introduces our superbly chaste, blushing bride to the hidden, perverse and seductive art of grand passion, as she trembles and reddens with voluptuous pleasure. Complete with happy ending, Nadia is a must read for any lover of classic romantic erotica.
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler, 2005
eBookwise Release Date: October 2005

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [147 KB]
Words: 33943
Reading time: 96-135 min.

As everything Russian appears to be the fashion nowadays, our readers will not be surprised if we transport them at once to the land of the Boyard, the knout, the steppes, and sables. Besides, we owe this much respect to truth, do we not? And we are confident moreover of pleasing.

Nadia dreamed of marrying one of the handsome generals of His Majesty's suite, dressed in a battle-general's uniform with epaulettes and shoulder knots of silver bearing the Emperor's monogram in gold. His age would be eight-and-thirty; his mustache would be beautifully waxed; he would have a good name, an established position, a dearth of military duties, and be continually at court. In addition, he would be deeply in love and ever ready to throw himself at her feet and kiss her hands, murmuring burning words of affection. It was not too much, surely, for Nadia to expect. She was, after all, very beautiful and of a sweet nature.

But it so happened that Nadia married General the Count Gregorio Stenoff, a gentleman of noble pedigree it is true, but one of the most reckless, dissipated rascals in Russia, and up to his ears in debt. Although Nadia's dowry amounted to 10,000 rubles amassed by her father, who was a grain merchant, Stenoff had deliberated a long time before deciding to marry her.

What a strange wedding night the poor girl passed! She was in bed, worn out with the extreme pressures of the day, when Stenoff invaded the nuptial chamber. She was prepared to welcome him modestly and bashfully, extend her hands to raise him to his feet, for she did not doubt that the Count would cast himself upon his knees, as was quite in keeping with the occasion, and kiss her feet with emotion and enthusiasm, but also with profound respect.

Naturally, she was quite eager to be loved as tentatively as she was herself prepared to love. The entire day, despite the tremendous focus on ritualized ceremony, had been spent in anticipation of this night. She was more or less ready for it. She was even ready for what she perceived as the Count's invasion of the nuptial chamber. Surely, these matters were inherently invasive in nature. It must not be forgotten that Nadia was superbly chaste. It could not, therefore, be anything other than invasive. But she believed that the loving new groom would be gentle and tender and patient. He would ease her into the frightening realities of womanhood. Surely!

Ah, but poor Nadia knew so little about the redoubtable Count Gregorio Stenoff's terrible ways. She was quickly to discover them. That first night, having burst into his tender young bride's chamber, the Count immediately threw himself upon her bed. He did so in such a way as to make the new bride not only gasp with surprise, but very nearly scream in terror. The Count was a large, physically prepossessing man when he was not emboldened by sexual desire; when he was, he was almost monstrously imposing. And, unfortunately for Nadia, he had absolutely no interest in making himself less frightening to the frightened young bride. He practically dove onto the bed, and then at once jumped up, hastening to divest himself of the full regalia of his uniform. The bride shielded her eyes from this scandalous behavior.

Not very gently did the Count then pull her hands away from her eyes.

"You might as well look," he said brusquely. He held himself open to her timid inspection, his arms stretched out to his sides, his legs splayed, his manhood erect and fully revealed. Nadia looked; she gasped; she shut her eyes again.

"Oh!" she said. "Please!"

"Please what? Now open your eyes, wife. It hardly bodes well."

Again, Nadia managed to look at her naked husband, and again, she gasped. He was indeed monstrously big. To Nadia, who was herself, rather dainty and delicate, he looked like a giant who meant to do her irreparable damage. She had never seen such a thing. She never even imagined such a thing! His chest was broad and strong. It tapered down to a narrower, yet wide waist. This was all well and good, but below that, well, that was frankly ghastly to look at! She could not look. She shielded her eyes again, and the Count again tore her hands from her face.

"What is it woman? Why are you so shy all of a sudden? You were certainly bold enough to marry me! I believe you have deceived me. Now look at me!"

The Count's cock stood proudly erect, an imposing thing in itself. Presently, he climbed onto the bed and knelt close to his new bride. He held the hard instrument before her face, and he forced her to look. Nadia recoiled from the sight of it. It seemed to visibly throb, like a live animal-like thing. The Count laughed and then kissed his new wife roughly on the mouth. His manner was that of a man who takes what suits him without asking. He did not ask now, but pressed his hot, moist mouth to Nadia's and forced her trembling lips open with his tongue. Nadia gasped yet again and tried to pull her head away, but the Count was persistent. He put his large hand to the back of her head, which fit perfectly in his palm, and pressed it forward. He pressed his lips to her lips. He drove his tongue toward her open, quavering throat. Nadia thought she would choke, but she could not escape him.

Finally, he drew his mouth away. His lips, which she had once admired for being full and beautiful, appeared now to be grossly sensual, swollen and forming an awful mocking sneer.

Nadia was terrified.

"Get undressed," he ordered.

But he did not give her time to even consider the consequences of either refusing or complying. At once, he was back on her, kissing her long neck furiously, kissing her shoulders and the uppermost swell of her full, ripe breasts. He slipped one arm beneath the bedclothes and brutally pulled up the fine nightgown he had not given her time to remove. He cursed her under his breath for still having it on.

His rough hand was now on her naked skin beneath the nightgown, which she had worn modestly and with the modest hope that he would gradually ease it off her with tender words and prudent eyes. Oh, but this was nothing like she'd imagined! His wanton fingers strayed over the voluptuous, but private, contours of her hips, and when she tried to push him back, to thwart his rough hands, they only dug into her sensitive flesh, causing her to cry out.

The animal cries excited the Count enormously. He slid his hand from her hips to the polished, plush rotundity of her bottom. He squeezed and grappled the area lasciviously. Nadia felt like a whore he had purchased. It was too much for her to bear. She thought she would faint with shame and fear. His hands were locked on her. She could not budge them. They kneaded the voluptuous cheeks of her ass, squeezing them hard, seeming almost to reshape them indelibly. He was rough with her and her bottom stung and burned. He separated the asscheeks roughly with his hands, and then forced them hotly together again. His finger strayed along the deep, dark crease and Nadia contracted her muscles, recoiling violently.