Lowered inhibitions and under handed tricks

Chapter 1

A/N first I want to say I absolutely love Cedric and his misunderstood villainess. He just wants to be respected, but in this story he is a VERY BAD BOY

Rated M because he is going to be doing naughty things to our innocent princess. And some very adult language.

I do not own or am affiliated with Disney. From which these characters are owned.

I growled for the umpteenth time this morning. Mostly from pent up sexual frustration and some at the very person who inspired my current state. Even if it wasn't in my heart to truly be angry at her. She knew not what she did, but now I'm beyond frustrated. I needed more, she gave me a small taste, with the hope of more. I should have been smart enough not to take advantage of the very tempting situation I found myself in late last night. But I couldn't control myself.

Let me explain. Last night was the winter gala which also coincides with someone's birthday. She finally came of age. You know, the party that says they are ready to auction her off to the highest bidder. I was there because of her. She asked me to be there "because my birthday is meant to be shared with everyone I care about" her large blue doe eyes chipped at my stoic barrier and I acquiesced. Then her father, the king came and said since I was going to be there anyways I should put on a little show. Something special, and of course I couldn't deny the request, only because it was for her. So I looked for something amazing, something that would awe and inspire all those hoity toity royals and impress the only person worth my effort. I worked on it for days. It's was fantastic and I was proud, every test I did worked flawlessly. So on the night of I showed up waiting to see the eye catching gown she would be wearing to ring her new life as a socialite, ready to wed (the very thought making me ill). The party was up and going, after the meal was done I was introduced for my fantastical feat of magic. I caught her eyes and mouthed 'happy birthday' and waved my wand and out flowed thousands of pure white butterflies. But the best part was when they were touched they would disappear and small flurry of snow would puff out. The effect was beautiful and she stared at me with the biggest smile and mouthed 'I love it' my heart (and of course because I'm a dirty old man pining for a girl almost half my age) my dick skipped a beat.

After they started handing out wine and champagne like water and I noticed that she of all people was drinking quite a bit. I saw her gently sway turn isn't a stagger. Her "friends" weren't fair much better. They were all piss drunk before you knew it. She noticed that it was getting to be too much and stepped outside. Not taking into account that it was the dead of winter and freezing outside. Her gorgeous mint green gown was far to light to keep her warm, so I decided to go and fetch her (you know, because I'm a damn stray dog that has decided to follow her around because she was nice to me). Walking past people who praised my trick, which normally I would have enjoyed, but tonight I had to protect her from herself. So i ignored it all and walked out

She was easy to spot. Sitting on a bench under the clear sky with moonlight hitting her. She was ethereal and I almost couldn't approach. Then she noticed me, how? I can never tell, it's like she can sense me or something. She shivered and looked positively ill. I shook my head and sat next to her and removed my robe and draped it over her shoulders.

"Thank you. I wasn't feeling good and thought fresh air would help, forgetting it would be cold"

"It's alright. You've had a lot to drink tonight."

"I know. I don't know why I did that?" She leaned her head on my shoulder. The contact was amazing, but any time she touches me I light up inside. "By the way, thank you."

"For what? My robe, I don't want you to get ill"

"Yes for that. But for the show. It was beautiful." She looked up to me "your imagination is outstanding everything you do is amazing" I then noticed there was a slur to her voice. (And there this where should have escorted her back inside and went to my tower for a long wank and cold bath. But Noooo I was fool-hearted and stayed trapped in her sweet inviting web)

"You flatter me. But thanks. Do you want to go back or have some tea at the tower?"

Her eyes went wide at the suggestion of abandoning her party, but still said "tea sounds perfect" I helped her up and supported her as we walked up to my home. Once inside I summoned a fire and sat her in front of it while I made tea. But the next thing I knew she was behind me, she hugged me from behind. She hugged me often, but not like this, it was too intimate. And yet again my hormones began to flourish under her attention (I was starting to feel like the teenager she, was) I was about to tell her to release me when her hands started to roam up and down my chest and I felt her face nuzzling into my back. Not a bad feeling mind you, but my lust addled mind was not helping the situation. What she did (or more to the point said) next ended me.

"I need you right now, Cedric" she could have meant a number of things by the comment. But I instantly turned it perverse. I turned around quickly, startling her. I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her to arms length so I could look into her eyes.

"D-do you know what you just said?"

She blinked and when her eyes opened again, gone was the innocent stare of admirable youth and in its place was longing and lust. I should have placated her and sent her on her way. But no what I actually did was, pulled her back to me and kissed her, and damned if I didn't put every bit of my feelings for her in it. She gasped at my sudden act allowing me to plunder her mouth with my tongue. And in My mind I screamed 'better than I could have EVER imagined!' and she moaned. The most sexiest sound I've ever heard, by the way. I picked her up and she instinctively wrapped her legs around my waist as I moved us to the nearest wall where once she was stable I began pawing at her like a damn adolescent. Her pants and mews of passion where chipping away at my sanity. I was so ready to take her and deflower against this wall. She ground her hips into mine. My cock was throbbing with need and ache. Feeling her clothed core against me was not helping. She could have unmanned me if we didn't hear someone calling her name from outside. It was like throwing ice water on us. It certainly sobered her up. She quickly gathered herself up and ran out. Thanking me as she left. Thanked me for what? The tea we didn't drink? The invitation inside? My robe? Or for almost fucking her brains out? I was standing there confused my erection throbbing with need, her scent clinging to my clothes, the lingering feeling of her lips, hands and core against my body. The only emotion I could fathom at that moment was anger. Angry that was so turned on with no outlet. Angry at whomever called for her. Angry that I let myself get stuck in this situation in the first place. I needed to calm down and a cold bath was the only way.

A/N: oh sure he seems to be self deprecating like always. But trust me in the next chapter is where he does a very bad thing.