“Kinky” 💖
Pairing: MC x King Liam (Istvan)
Rated: NSFW, graphic, bad language, sexual
Setting: a social function sometime after end of TRR Book 2-after that whole attempted assassination calms down!! A naughty little standalone scene that amused me… this wasn’t where this was supposed to be going til it was written down 😂
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Pixelberry not to me, this is fan fiction written for fun, no money or gain being made
Cheers VP 💖
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‘Ist…? I’m not trying to be funny, so don’t take this the wrong way…. I’m genuinely curious, when we were skulking about all cloak and dagger I understood it, but what’s this ‘thing’ you’ve got for doing it places where we could get caught?’
Viktoria looked at her handsome fiancé quizzically.
Istvan almost spat the last mouthful of his drink over her, looking around him to see if anyone at the function had overheard, he hissed
‘Viktoria!! That’s hardly… Appropriate! And I do not have a… ‘thing’!’
She looked straight at him raising one eyebrow,
‘Babe, you don’t have to be ashamed. You’re kinky… I kinda like it…’
she winked at him and shrugged her shoulders.
The King’s dark cheeks flushed crimson as he protested in hushed tones ‘I am not kinky.’
She smirked a little and bit her lip to try to stop herself laughing at the expression on his face
‘Okaaaaay…. Well I am going to go get us some fresh drinks and let you think about what could possibly have given me the wrong idea about you my love…’
He opened his mouth to protest as she turned on her heel and sashayed across the room towards a server with a tray of champagne glasses. He stared at her curvy behind wrapped in the short black sequinned cocktail dress, her slender legs extended by her hot pink stiletto heels, not exactly a classic choice like most of the ladies of the court, however, very quirky, very Viktoria; that not-afraid-attitude was one of the things he found so appealing about her. Her dark hair was blown out in voluminous curls tonight, bouncing from side to side as she walked.
She was his dream and his nightmare all rolled into one. She was so kind-hearted, funny and thoughtful.
But there was no one alive who drove him crazy the way she did, his desire for her made him take risks, do things he never imagined he would do; that alarmed him sometimes… He’d sneaked out without his security detail at a moments notice just to get 10 minutes alone with her in the maze. He’d ‘made believe’ a full engagement to Madeleine just to keep her safe. He’d challenged his father the former King over her honour… She was his one true weakness. ‘Having weaknesses probably isn’t a great quality in a King’ he mused… But he couldn’t get enough of her: her laugh, the scent of her hair, staring into those clear blue eyes, the sensation of her tight body writhing against his…
He couldn’t believe she was all his. He could feel desire stirring inside of him. He couldn’t wait til they got back to the palace after the function. He simply didn’t want to.
He looked around, on their way in he’d noticed an outdoor bar area-unused for this evening’s function… He could meet her in there… They wouldn’t be disturbed if he moved quickly… He had roughly 45 minutes until he was due to give his speech… He could work with that…
There she was walking back, carrying a couple of glasses of champagne smiling sweetly at him, the rock he’d put on her wedding finger glittering.
His eyes were dark with desire as she approached, she noticed him mentally undressing her and blushed,
‘What…?’
Placing one hand on the small of her back he moved close and in a low thick voice breathed ‘Viktoria, I can’t keep my hands off you… Join me in the outside bar in 5 minutes you gorgeous little minx…’
A bolt of electricity passed between them as he took a glass of champagne from her, their fingers touching.
He stepped back, took a sip and flashed a wicked smile
‘Please forgive me Duchess, I do have a rather urgent matter to attend to’.
With that he made his way through the crowd in the direction of the side door.
She felt a rush of excitement sweep through her. Her King, her man, was waiting for her out there. She just had to give it a couple of minutes so it wasn’t completely obvious what they were up to.
She nervously gulped at her glass of fizz, he seemed to be much better-versed in covert liaisons than she was, she supposed that was part of growing up a prince and trying to do things you shouldn’t…
Although she’d did her share of sneaking about when he was with Madeleine… She shuddered at the thought.
‘Ok let’s get out of here…’.
Taking out her phone and looking at it intently she quickly marched outside, trying to make it look like she was very much all-business, off to make an important call. She whizzed past the groups milling around, mingling…
She could see the bar, she couldn’t see Istvan though.
‘Hello?’
She whispered loudly, creeping behind the bar, suddenly she was whipped around, her wrists above her head, pinned against the storeroom door, her fiancés mouth roughly kissing her neck.
She let out a delighted groan as she whispered
‘Imagine running into you out here… What a surprise, my King…’
He threw his hands in her hair kissing her fervently. Her hands on his muscular back pulling him closer to her, feeling him growing against her.
He manoeuvred her until his back was leaning against the bar. He grabbed her hips firmly and lowered his kisses from her mouth to her neck, down her chest, then kissing her stomach through her dress. She burned for him; his hands were under her dress, he was on his knees kissing her inner thigh, moving higher.
She gripped the bar in front of her tightly as she could feel his hot breath millimetres away from her, her legs trembling in anticipation of what was next.
Her trail of thought was rudely interrupted by Maxwell,
‘Hey Viktoria, great night isn’t it?! They’ve gone all out! I’ve had soooo much champagne!’
She felt her face turn pink as she tried to compose herself,
‘you’ve got to be kidding me’, he danced a little shimmy as he moved to grab one of the bar stools, clearly having enjoyed plenty of the free bubbly!!
‘Anyway why are you out here drinking alone?! The gang are all at the table at the back left, except Istvan, I haven’t seen him for a while actually, he’s probably off doing King stuff…’
She could feel Istvan chuckling under his breath against her legs under the bar. ‘Yeah he ran off, something urgent apparently’
she nodded knowingly at Maxwell,
‘Always busy with King stuff…’.
Maxwell started recanting a story he’d heard earlier. Istvan sat under the bar shaking his head, exasperated, looking at his fiancées slender legs, accentuated by her pointed heels.
Maxwell continued to chatter cheerfully, Viktoria was being completely delightful as usual.
God he wanted her. Right now. Infact he was tired of waiting.
‘What would happen if I carried on as we were before Maxwell arrived…?’
He ran searing hot kisses slowly up her thigh.
Viktoria let out a gasp.
Maxwell looked at her across the bar, surprised, ‘What is it?!’
She tried to discretely wiggle herself away from Istvan, who was intent on keeping her exactly where she was…
‘I thought there was a spider, but, eh, it’s just a bit of leaf, or something’.
Maxwell smiled at her,
‘You’re a big fraidy-cat! Anyyyyway…. So where was I? Oh yes, poor Penelope’s poodle took off chasing this ginger cat, dragging her through the mud behind it, all very undignified…’
Viktoria nodded and laughed trying to act normally, now Istvan was caressing her with his hot mouth, silently and oh-so-sensually.
She felt so good and totally, scandalously, indecent all at the same time.
Poor Maxwell had no clue what was happening back there, she couldn’t give the game away, she would be mortified if her best friend knew what Istvan was doing to her!
He was a devil tonight!
She could feel waves of heat rising through her, Istvan bringing her towards the edge…
She nodded her head, focussing so hard on looking as though she was hanging on Maxwell’s every word.
What does Istvan think he’s playing at?! Her legs were threatening to buckle underneath her.
Suddenly she exclaimed
‘Bertrand!!’
‘Bertrand??’
Istvan stopped abruptly.
Maxwell looked at her, a little taken a back at the outburst.
‘Bertrand!! Did he find you??’
She pressed.
Maxwell shook his head, ‘No I haven’t seen him’.
‘Ohhhh’
she shook her head,
‘you better go see if you can find him, he was really desperate to catch you earlier! Seemed awfully important Maxwell!’
Istvan resumed, trying not to laugh, she was trying so hard, but he could tell her was driving her wild. He was taking a real risk that Maxwell would catch him any second, but the chance of being caught sort of made him want to keep going… This is exactly the type of thing he would never have did before he met Viktoria… She had changed him, or had she simply awakened something within him?
Maxwell drained the last of his glass, sitting it down on the bar, he smiled at her, ‘Are you sure you’re ok tonight? You’re acting a little odd?’
‘I am just wonderful Maxwell! Thank you so much for asking! I just need some fresh air, I’ll be inside shortly!’
She trilled.
‘Ok little blossom, I’m off to find Bertrand and see what I’m in trouble for now!’ He stood up swaying slightly.
‘Okay byeeeee!’
she blurted out maybe just a little too quickly, he raised an eyebrow and said
‘Byeeeee weird girl…’
as he turned and headed back to the function.
She clutched Istvan’s head beneath her,
‘I am going to fucking kill you Istvan…’
she hissed at him, biting her lip trying to contain the screams that wanted to leave her throat as she came completely undone against his hot mouth, waves of intense pleasure coursing through her again and again and again.
He got to his feet, groaning as he pulled her close to him, she punched him lightly on the arm pulling her “angry face”. He grinned at her,
‘You can’t be mad at me, you enjoyed that… I could tell…’
She dissolved, smiling coyly at him.
‘Plus, it was ridiculously hot’ Istvan continued, still grinning.
She sighed
‘Hmmm, yes, it was… Istvan, just don’t ever try telling me you aren’t kinky again…’
End 💖
