/ Istvan – FC Rob Evans
/ Both images borrowed from their Instagram
/ I own none of these images, all used with love and respect <3
/ Rings – enoirvado / Vegas view – Instagram sin1city / Quotes – all taken from Pinterest and none had credit for where they came from.
Important – My MC is Viktoria Petit, and my King Liam is called King Istvan
Rating – No bad language but it does contain some sensitive topics surrounding pregnancy and possibly mental health, so please be aware of that if you think it might affect you negatively, I wouldn’t like to upset anyone.
Disclaimer – Characters are Pixelberry’s, not mine, this is just for fun & I don’t make any money from it.
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As Istvan adjusted his cravat, he looked over at his bride, she sighed, wriggling uncomfortably in the long, flowing green dress that he thought made her look like some sort of mystical fairy princess,
“What’s wrong, Vik?”
She huffed as she muttered that the dress was annoying her,
“Plus I think this is going to be the last event that I can hide the bump Istvan…”
He bit his lip as he looked at his pregnant wife: she looked beautiful, but under the layers of chiffon she was definitely very clearly ‘with child’. They’d managed to keep the pregnancy quiet within their own little circle until now, but outfit choices were becoming increasingly limited with Viktoria wearing a lot of floaty shirts, skater dresses and loose fluffy sweaters to conceal the bump. Over the past few weeks the bump had increased pretty dramatically. Istvan was mesmorised by it whenever they were relaxed at home on the evenings, when Viktoria was happy, comfortably parading around in her yoga pants and a vest top. His wife had never looked more beautiful than she did carrying his baby. A welcome benefit of his wife feeling happier, combined with whatever pregnancy hormones were going on in there, seemed to be that she couldn’t keep her hands off of him. A dreamy smile crept over Istvan’s face as he reminisced about the amount of time they’d spent between the sheets since the pregnancy had gotten into it’s second trimester… Between the sheets… In the shower… On the sofa… On the balcony… He was jolted back to the present by Viktoria’s voice,
“Istvan? Ist? Did you hear me? What are you daydreaming about? They’re calling for us…”
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The royals took a limo back to the palace after the function, Viktoria yawned as she leaned against his shoulder in the back seat, their bodies close together as he whispered,
“Are you feeling ok? It’s been a long night…”
Viktoria nodded as she nuzzled close to Istvan, her lips finding the little spot by his ear that always made him tingle inside. He inhaled deeply, feeling a flutter in his chest and desire unfurl in the pit of his stomach. She murmured,
“I love you Istvan…”
as her lips found a little more purchase on his neck, her tongue parting her lips to taste the smooth, dark skin of his neck as she breathed him in. Her fingers grazed against his jaw as she nibbled on his sensitive skin; Istvan caught her fingertips in his mouth, tasting her, rolling his tongue around her delicate digits, sucking them further into his mouth, grazing her skin with his teeth. Turning to brush his lips against hers, Istvan felt Viktoria’s breath warm and rapid on his skin; as he locked on her clear blue eyes his mouth crashed down onto hers, passionately, groaning her name as he pulled her onto his lap. His hands ran from her waist upwards, cupping her full breasts as his face moved down to kiss her neck and cleavage. Viktoria’s fingertips ran through Istvan’s short hair, her nails scraping against his scalp as she writhed in his lap. Pushing the luxurious fabric aside, he trailed rough kisses over every new inch of exposed skin, gently sinking his teeth into her shoulder until she cried out his name. Istvan smirked as he glanced up behind his wife, up to the little lights that indicated that the security glass was blacked out and the i/o for sound to the front of the limo was switched to mute. He whispered to Viktoria that they were at least half an hour back to the palace… And if there was a better way to spend the journey, he couldn’t think of it…
Istvan’s hands moved behind his wife as she straddled his legs, kneeding the flesh of her curvy ass. God, he loved her firm, round backside: he loved the way it wiggled when she walked, he loved how it looked when she bent over in her skinny jeans… One hand slipped under her skirt, on the small of her back, pulling her down to feel his hard length straining, pressing into her where she ached to feel him most. As they locked lips her hair cascaded down around them both, her small hands grappling with the belt of Istvan’s pants; she seemed as desperate to release his manhood as he was to feel her loving touch… Istvan whispered to his wife,
“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen Viktoria…”
as he gently stroked the bump; his head rolling back, lip caught between his teeth as he felt her slowly sink on him, bodies melding together in an euphony of soft sighs and moans. Istvan’s large hands gripped Viktoria’s thighs tightly as her body rhythmically rose and fell, his mouth finding hers in a loving clinch, as heat rose between them fogging the windows in the limo, causing a sheen of sweat between them; pace and intensity increasing.
Istvan’s heart pounded as he wrapped his arms tightly around his wife. Enveloping her. Savouring her. His hands wrapped in Vik’s hair, tugging as he felt her body twitch around him, driving him deeper; feeling her starting to lose control as he made love to her in the back seat of the limo. With her every exquisite movement Istvan felt like he was liable to explode, it was like they were made to be together; her perfect curvaceous body molded to his angular form… She was close: he could tell by her trembling legs, her erratic breaths and the way she tipped her head back as she raked her fingers through her dark waves moaning his name.
“Come for me, my Queen…”
he breathed as he smothered her neck in hot kisses, grazing her pale skin with his teeth, the sensation enough to drive her wild, but not hard enough to ever leave a bruise or mark her. Istvan felt his wife hit her peak, clutching him close to her as she rode out the height of her pleasure; her body so soft and warm, pulsing around him… It was the best feeling in the world, the sensation of her coming undone in his arms, gasping his name, watching her pretty little face contort in ecstasy, because of him… Istvan succumbed to his own blissful release as Viktoria found his mouth, kissing him deeply, muffling his cries until he was spent and slumped forward seeing stars; their foreheads touching , still breathing hard, each covering the others face in tender kisses, reluctant to separate their entangled limbs.
The minutes after they parted were spent in comfortable silence, Viktoria finally breaking it, rubbing her protruding belly, smiling and gesturing downwards to Istvan as she felt the baby move around inside her, a flurry of rolling sensations,
“We definitely can’t cover this up much longer sweetheart..”
Istvan raised an eyebrow as he tilted his head to look at his wife, joining her gentle massage of the bump as he did so,
“I wish I could feel her…”
After a few seconds of silence, willing the baby to kick hard enough for him to register, he sighed,
“You’re right though… What are you thinking Vik?”
Viktoria sucked in a deep breath and shook her head,
“I may live to regret saying this… Our next scan is on Friday. Should we make an official announcement over the weekend? Before I start seeing pictures of myself all over the media with ‘is she, isn’t she?’, the way they did after that time we went on vacation to Italy and I ate too much pasta?”
Istvan couldn’t help but laugh at her; she was naturally funny although she didn’t realise it. He smoothed her hair – mussed up from their love-making – grinning at her as he stroked the bump lovingly,
“That’s one helluva food baby…”
Viktoria pouted comically and punched his arm lightly… Istvan feigned injury as he conceded,
“Ok… Yes, it’s probably a good idea that we drive the conversation, rather than the other way around… But definitely let’s wait until after the scan, my love, and only if you feel you’re… That it’s not going to…”
Viktoria sucked in a shaky breath as she nodded quietly, squeezing Istvan’s hand, she knew exactly what he was trying to say,
“I know… But we need to do it.”
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TBC – VP 💖
