Forged in Blood And Steel

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27-November-1921

“In accordance with your instructions, mein Herzog, we have completed the plans for the residence you requested in the forests of Ligat. My engineers and some of my workers have inspected the area to determine the most suitable site based on your requirements, and we have found an appropriate location. We have also assessed how difficult it would be to construct the kind of building you desire” said the architect I had commissioned to build a residence for me.

“Yes. I hope access will not prove too difficult, aside from the obvious fact that it is a forest crossed by several rivers, with scarcely any roads or railways in the area” I said, studying the map before me.

“It will be relatively far from the nearest settlements, but the location is ideal. We will probably need armed guards while work is underway, however, since the local wildlife could pose a danger to my crews” the architect said with some pride as he began unfolding the plans he had prepared.

“Naturally. A couple of guards in watchtowers for the duration of the work. I also want to avoid disturbing the local wildlife too much or doing any more damage to the forest than is strictly necessary during construction… Now, show me the plans. Let us see what you have prepared” I said with a smile, thinking that, for once, I could allow myself a little luxury thanks to my position.

“We had planned a building with approximately eighty rooms, four kitchens, and fifteen cellars. It would command magnificent views of the nearby rivers and lakes, while its facade would stand out against the forest, much like one of those castles in children’s stories” the architect said, showing me several drawings of his proposal.

“Uh… I believe you misunderstood my request. I do not want another Neuschwanstein, which I assume was your inspiration, but something much simpler. I have no intention of using it for public functions. It will be a strictly private residence for my family and me. There is therefore no point in having so many rooms. I believe I was quite clear that I do not want the building to stand out, either. I want it hidden among the trees. That is precisely why I chose a forest. Something simple, but large enough to accommodate a few guests. Let us say fifteen rooms, one kitchen, and two cellars, along with four outbuildings around the residence to house the guard detachments that will eventually protect the property” I said, looking at the architect, who lowered his head slightly at my response.

“But the site is magnificent, mein Herzog. It would be the envy of every noble family in Europe. Anyone would wish to own a castle like Neuschwanstein, surrounded by forests and lakes, from which to admire nature” the architect said, trying to defend his plans.

“I have no doubt, but what matters is what I asked for. I do not want to put the Duchy into debt over a whim, which is precisely why I requested something simple: a mansion, outlying buildings for its protection, and a small agricultural plot with greenhouses. I intend this to be my place of retirement when I decide that my involvement as Herzog of the Duchy is no longer necessary… And where is the bunker I requested? I do not see it anywhere” I said, examining the castle plans, which showed no sign of the underground structure I had asked for.

“I have spoken with several military contractors about handling that portion, chiefly the Baltic Construction Company. They have experience building fortifications and understand everything that must be considered: ventilation, resistance to explosions, depth, and the other requirements. I already have a cost estimate. Since they will be the first to work on the site, I will simply add their expenses to the overall budget and leave the bunker details out of my own plans… for security reasons” the architect explained.

“Ah… I see. To keep the existence of a bunker underneath from becoming public knowledge. Very clever. But concentrate on what I asked for. I do not want a fairy-tale castle like the one Ludwig II sought to build at Neuschwanstein. First, because I will not spend what a building of that size would cost, and second, because it would serve no purpose. As I said, this will be my retirement residence. At most, some twenty people will use it, including my family and the household staff. The guards will stay in the outbuildings” I said, pointing to the plans again.

“Very well… I thought I ought to present something far grander, considering your desire to enhance the country’s prestige, but it seems I misunderstood your intentions” the architect said, putting those plans away and taking out another set.

“Ah, look at that… You did draw them up. You bastard, you just wanted to make me spend money” I said, watching the architect as he began to chuckle quietly.

“If I could persuade you… I would secure a contract lasting several years. But here is what you requested: fifteen rooms, two cellars, and one kitchen. The four perimeter buildings are also included. This is the complete plan for the property. As I mentioned, the underground bunker will be handled by the Baltic Construction Company, which will build it to your specifications” the architect replied.

“Good. You may leave, then. We will proceed with these plans next April, once the relevant budget is available and we can determine how much money can be allocated to the work. I would prefer to pay for the entire construction at once, if possible… Oh, and no deliberately dragging out the work. I will not hesitate to hang anyone who gives me false completion estimates simply to prolong a contract, so I expect realistic figures” I said, pointing to the plans before turning and leaving the room.

I wasted no time in deciding to go to bed. Since it was already late and Tatiana wanted to spend some time with her parents, I retired to my private bedroom to rest alone.

Because of my demanding work schedule, Tatiana and I usually slept in separate rooms. We only arranged to sleep together on certain days when we were trying to conceive a child or simply felt like enjoying each other’s company.

I climbed into bed and fell asleep within seconds.

The peace I needed to face another day’s work, however, was interrupted by the sound of footsteps nearby.

“Those are not a guard’s footsteps… Besides, no one has orders to come here at this hour” I murmured, taking one of my pistols and getting out of bed.

I quickly arranged the pillows beneath the blankets to make it look as though someone was still lying there, then positioned myself in the blind spot behind the door, where it would conceal me when it opened into the room. I even considered climbing out through the window, but that would have been an excessive reaction if it turned out to be nothing more than a messenger bringing urgent news.

So I waited, trying to determine what was happening.

The footsteps stopped just outside the door. Then I heard the handle turn carefully, and the door began to open slowly into the room.

In the darkness, lit only by the faint light spilling in from the hallway, I made out a figure cautiously approaching my bed.

I stepped forward and pressed the barrel of my pistol against the back of the intruder’s neck.

“Not a word. Do not move, or you will end up with a piece of lead in your head… There is a pistol aimed directly at your spine” I said, gripping the intruder’s shoulder while keeping the weapon pressed against their neck.

“Who sent you?” I asked, beginning to pat the intruder down for weapons, since I could see nothing in their hands.

“What the hell…?” I murmured when my hand reached their chest and felt something soft.

“It’s… it’s me, Karl” Olga’s voice answered, distinctly nervous.

“Ah, shit… Sorry” I said immediately, lowering the pistol and tucking it into the back of my waistband. “What are you doing coming into my bedroom in the middle of the night? Not even my guards disturb me when I am in here” I added as I switched on the light.

“Uh… Well… I spoke with Tatiana for a while, and… well, here I am” Olga replied, looking into my eyes.

“What do you mean, here you are? What did you discuss with your sister? Is this some sort of joke?” I asked, still somewhat irritated, staring into her eyes.

“Well… we talked about my failure to find a husband and how, at my age, I will probably have to settle for an older man” Olga said, reaching a hand toward my chest.

“Right… and?” I said, taking her hand and slowly moving it away.

“She said she would have no objection to my becoming your mistress” Olga said more confidently, gripping my hand tightly.

“Wait… what is going on here? First, what do you mean my wife has been saying you can become my mistress? Second, please have a little more respect for yourself. You should not be so desperate that you would resort to something like this. And third, show me some respect as well. I may not have the best reputation, but I have never been a man who cheats on his wife” I said, frowning.

“I have always loved you. From the moment you came to save us, from the time you risked your life to free me from captivity, from the way you protected us… Tatiana knew all of that. She knew, and she stole you anyway. I was the one who was supposed to marry you, but in trying to protect me, she persuaded our parents to let her marry you instead… And now, whenever I look for a suitable match, all I find are old men who want me as their second wife or men who fail to meet my father’s strict requirements” Olga said as tears began to gather in her eyes.

“I am sorry, but no. I will not betray Tatiana. Besides, your parents would probably kill me, and the Kaiser would join them if I did something like that” I said, before hearing footsteps to my right.

“You have no idea how happy it makes me to hear that… Though, when we discussed it, I thought you would be a little more untamed. I imagined you would not hesitate to throw yourself at a willing maiden, but it seems I misjudged you again” Tatiana said, peeking around the door with a smile.

“Yes, but you left a rather important part out of your plan… This all sounds completely insane. Especially since, if your father finds out, he will probably go straight to the Kaiser and make a scene… And I would rather not even think about what would happen if your uncle, the tsar, learned of it” I said, looking at them both.

“None of that will happen” Olga said, approaching again and trying to take my hands.

“And if they do find out, they will probably prefer to keep quiet to avoid the disgrace. Especially since their greatest hope now rests with our brother. Father tolerated that idiot Rasputin for years simply because he promised miraculous cures. How do you think he will treat you, when you are actually trying to give Aleksei a better life?” Tatiana said, looking at me with a warm smile.

“Tatiana, truly… I feel almost incapable of doing something like that… Let us say I had a similar experience that left me… Well… It is difficult to speak of it” I said, remembering my last romantic relationship, which had ended in infidelity and a false paternity claim.

“Please, Karl… I cannot even speak to my sister because of this… And whenever we are together, the family can no longer function. I would rather have trouble with my parents than with my sisters” Tatiana said, taking my hand as she looked directly into my eyes.

“What a bloody mess” I said, looking at them both. “Very well… Because I feel our marriage will become a living hell if I refuse.” My eyes settled on Tatiana.

“You know me so well” she said with a smile.

“I am your husband. I ought to know you well” I said, looking at Tatiana.

“Oh… Do not forget about me… Could we be alone… as though it were our wedding night?” Olga said, looking at her sister.

“Oh… Were you not supposed to refrain from doing anything with my husband unless I permitted it?” Tatiana said, placing her hands on her hips.

“You stole my husband… So let me have this, just this once” Olga said, clasping her hands together.

“Very well, Karl… Please” Tatiana said, looking at me.

“This marriage was supposed to keep the Russians off my back… I do not think it has turned out quite so well” I said, shaking my head as I took Olga’s hands.

Almost immediately, she kissed me on the mouth as she embraced me, and I heard Tatiana leave with a soft giggle.

*

Olga was pressed against me, kissing my lips repeatedly.

Although I did not like the idea of what I had to do at all, there was nothing left for me but to continue, even though I knew perfectly well that it could end very badly, depending on how everything unfolded.

So, playing along, I began to relax, since I was still tense from the circumstances that had brought me to this, and slowly kissed Olga while trying to put the pistol back where I kept it.

I tried to pull away a little to find a more comfortable position, but Olga remained pressed tightly against me. Besides, I could tell from her joyful eyes that she had no intention of stopping.

I therefore found myself obliged to push her toward the bed, where she finally released me for a few seconds as she settled herself.

I tried to remove her clothes, since she was wearing the same dress she had worn during the day, and began unfastening the upper part.

But Olga quickly wrapped her arms around my neck as she tried to kiss me again.

It was not long before I slipped my tongue into her mouth, noticing her surprise, although she did the same almost at once. I felt her hands tighten around me as our tongues intertwined and my hands moved over her body, trying to touch her breasts, something her dress made difficult, since it did not allow me to do very much.

“There is not much time…” Olga said, a thread of saliva forming as she broke our kiss to speak. “My parents will soon realize that I am not in my room, so we cannot make up for lost time just yet, my love. But once Tatiana persuades them to let me stay here longer while they continue their visits and travels elsewhere, we shall have all the time in the world… So help me lower my drawers” Olga said, beginning to lift her dress with her hands.

Seeing her long drawers, I began pulling them down, uncovering her vagina, which was quite wet.

I lowered my trousers and soon positioned myself over her, while Olga simply spread her legs and tried to lift her dress as high as possible to give me the best view.

It was not long before I placed the tip of my cock between her folds and heard her gasps as she gripped my shoulders.

I soon began pressing with the tip of my cock, slowly easing my way in, until Olga removed one hand from my shoulder and brought it to her mouth as I sank deeply into her and felt a brief resistance inside.

Hearing no complaint from Olga, I did not stop until I felt even greater resistance, with my cock already inside her, while I felt the wet pressure around it and Olga continued covering her mouth with her hand.

“Are you all right?” I said as I placed my hands on either side of her head, supporting myself on the bed, and felt an immense pressure on my cock.

“Yes… Go on. We must make up for the time they stole from us” Olga said, a trace of discomfort in her voice, but lifting her hips to make it easier for me.

I began moving my hips, listening to Olga’s moans and complaints as I slowly withdrew from her wet opening and gently entered again.

I gradually increased the pace as I noticed that Olga was beginning to react with less discomfort.

As I continued moving my hips, Olga’s hands slid from my head down to my back to embrace me, trying to press herself as close to me as possible.

Olga’s face was beside my ear, and I heard her moans every time I reached as deep as her vagina would allow, while I felt the pressure around my cock begin to increase.

I quickened the pace because of what she had told me: they might begin looking for Olga at any moment, and the last thing I wanted was to be caught. I felt pressure around my waist as I was about to finish.

“Oh… Olga, I am about to come… Do not start with…” I tried to say, but Olga squeezed me with her legs and began kissing me, slipping her tongue into my mouth.

I did not even manage to finish the sentence before I released everything inside her, feeling Olga’s body tremble. Her embrace and the pressure of her legs were stronger than ever.

“Do not worry. If I become pregnant, we shall pass the child off as my sister’s” Olga said, sticking out her tongue and looking at me lustfully.

When I pulled away from Olga, she remained lying there for a few moments, and I noticed the pinkish-white fluid that began trickling from her opening.

Finally, I helped Olga put on her drawers, and she soon hurried away the way she had come.

Meanwhile, I was left alone, with the lingering smell in my room, thinking about the shit that was about to unfold and how long we could keep all of this a secret.

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