The Don And His Flower

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Sontarc, Russia.

The Russian historic hometown of the Kholodov Family. For generations, this hometown has slowly thrived under the Kholodov name. Soon after his great grandfather's birth, the entirety of Russia came under the power of Kholodov.

But the land of Sontarc has changed over the past years. It now remained a secured thick gated wall. A wall that protected the immediate family and small communities of the Kholodov Family.

There were once four compounds of the Kholodov Family. But since Michael Kholodov had become Don at the young age of eighteen, after his father's death, only three compounds remained.

The fourth one had become a grave site for the souls lost from the Kholodov Family. So many people have died since Valis Kholodov's father had taken control years ago. All of them, nearly unnecessary and avoidable deaths.

Now years later, in the early morning. In a small, centered section behind the main compound, Valis Kholodov was hitting the ground hard.

He tasted blood.

With a hard grunt, he held the corner of his bottom lip. The memories of Imani Milton crying his name was cut short.

The only good thing that Valis had in his life. Besides his neglectful mother and power-starved father, was Imani Milton. The girl was a toxin that he couldn't stop inhaling. He came out to spar today, three days after a lustful meal was given to him from Imani.

He woke up this morning, craving for more. Craving as he did the past two days. The twenty-year-old had to get himself off for the fourth time before he even finished getting dressed that early morning.

Nothing satisfied him then when Imani Milton went down on him three days ago.

"You're the birthday girl. Shit.." he grunted. The man craned his neck back, looking at the ceiling before looking back down.

Sitting on her bed, Valis fisted her soft sheets. Between his legs, on her knees, was Imani. She moaned softly, bobbing her head as she sucked him hard. The girl had watched videos from time to time, mentally noting just what to do on her first time pleasing Valis.

"Fuck..fuck do that, Mani. Fuck-" he grunted, falling back into the sheets. He kept the pillow over his face, hand reaching for her coils as he gripped them in his fist. She bobbed harder, coming back up for air before gagging on him slightly.

"Right in your throat..fuck baby. Suck my fucking dick, just like that." He grunted, mouth gaped at his girl.

She darted her tongue out, licking at the top of his cock. Plump lips kissed all over his shaft as she throated him again, filling less than half of him into her mouth. He said nothing, sitting up as he watched the spasm of his cock.

Her eyes were wide in surprise, pulling up and slowly jerking him. The man grabbed his cock, fisting it while he stood up. The approving smile was on his face as he aimed the tip downwards.

"Good girl."

She accepted the thick ropes over her face, some of it in her mouth until she decided to swallow the small load she captured.

Another kick to his ribs sent his memories out of his head. A curse leaving his lips as he sees the leg coming down again. The man countered the kick, grabbing his partner's leg as he felt himself get picked up.

"Wrap around his neck, Valis!"

"Pull his leg, you're already grabbing it!"

"Elbow him!"

Multiple men voiced from the side, watching the spar happen as he did just that. He kicked his legs upwards, spinning fast until he was upside down. Delivering a sharp elbow to the stomach, Valis grabbed the bent over man. Wrapping his legs around the man's neck, he twisted around until he found himself standing over the man.

The soldier fell to the ground hard, face red as he touched above his eyebrow. "..mother fucker!" The man yelled, swinging his foot out.

Valis simply jumped back, avoiding the hard kicks as he delivered one of his own.

Imani watched him from a distance. In her arms, she held a woven basket as her mother filled it with peppers and other necessities for tonight's dinner.

She held her breath, watching the sweaty and shirtless man run.

Go.

Almost there.

Hurry Valis.

She watched the soldier haul after him, sliding and wrapping an arm between her lover's leg and around his thigh. With a lift of his own body, the soldier sent Valis rolling back to the floor.

Imani held her breath again, gripping the basket tighter as she watched a pair of converse kick against the soldier's chest. Valis got up and delivered another hard kick.

She watched with a proud smile as he ran again, faster and with purpose as he jumped on the wooden platform, grabbing the small flag that dangled from the connected plank.

Holding up the white material, men erupted in chaotic cheers.

"Imani."

She looked at her mother, the basket nearly leaving indents on her hands from how hard she gripped it. "Sorry momma. What'd you say?" She asked, breathing away her nerves and giving a smile.

Her mother put the large bell pepper in the basket, stepping close to her daughter. "Don't go further." She muttered, taking her daughter back to their home. Imani's confused look simmered, her back to the cheering men as she walked with her mother.

"It's not what you think-"

"You are a beautiful woman Imani. Lots of the men here are attracted to you. It's only more obvious now since you are of age."

Imani said nothing, unsure of what to say.

She looked over her shoulder, the body of Valis Kholodov was faced towards her while he stood in a group of men. Surely, he wasn't listening. No, he was watching her.

He was far away, but she knew he was focused on her. Looking away, she walked into the compound with her mother. Silent until they got back to their home.

"But" her mother continued after they had gotten settled. Imani wanted the conversation to never have been bought up in the first place. "I'm sure that includes the eldest son of the Kholodov Family. Especially considering what I heard in your room the other night. But do not go no further than those kinds of pleasures."

Imani bit her lips, looking from her trembling fingers as she felt the embarrassment cloud her. "Mom-"

"I know, Imani. But if you are going to open your legs for a man, the only thing he should be touching you with is his tongue. These men weren't raised for love, young lady."