Viktor's bedchamber had all the fittings Klara would've expected a prince to have. High ceilings, a fireplace currently not being used, priceless artifacts, and what looked to be two entrances to a closet and bathroom. The ornately decorated, golden four poster bed was larger than any bed Klara had ever seen. The canopy and curtains were made of stiff, emerald green brocade that were well matched with the thick comforter and plush pillows.
"Stay put." Viktor commanded, setting Klara down on her feet before striding across the room, pouring himself a drink and sitting down on a chair facing Klara. "Good girl." Viktor praised before taking a sip of his drink, his tone more patronizing and aristocratic than Klara had ever heard it. "In this room, you are not my guest, you are my servant, and you will address me as your highness or sir. Is that clear?" Klara nodded. "Excellent. Now undo your hair and slowly remove that lovely gown from your body."
Klara took the pins out of her hair and let her strawberry blonde curls fall past her shoulders. She reached for the gown's zipper and pulled it down, her lusty eyes not leaving Viktor's as the zipper grew closer to the end of the gown's cinching bodice. When the zipper went down no further, Klara paused, her lips turning into a barely perceptible smirk when she saw the anticipation flash across his features. She grabbed the end of one sleeve and slid out her arm, doing the same to the opposite side, allowing gravity to do the rest when the dress fell to the floor.
Viktor's pupils dilated at the sight of her standing before him wearing nothing but heels. Her body was soft and well proportioned, Viktor knew that much already, what was revealed was how her soft body was given structure by strong muscles that were just visible from underneath her creamy flesh.
"Turn around." Klara did as she was told. Viktor got a good look at her juicy ass and strong thighs glistening with arousal, spanking her was going to be a delight. "And back." Viktor grinned as Klara's heels clicked while turning to face him again. "Come straddle me, I want you to lick my face clean of your lipstick." Viktor set his drink down, he wasn't going to be needing it.
Klara approached him, mounting his thighs and placing her hands on his shoulders. Viktor grabbed her ass and roughly jerked her body closer so that her dripping pussy was pressed against his clothed cock. Klara set to licking the lipstick off his face, careful not to smudge anymore on. His skin was salty on her tongue, his stubble scratchy. Viktor rubbed and squeezed her round ass as she continued to clean his face with her tongue.
"That should be enough." Viktor stopped her before pulling out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his face of her saliva and traces of her lipstick. "Don't look at me like that you little slut, unless you'd rather be cleaning the bottom of my shoes with that tongue." Klara's look of confusion was wiped right off her face. "That's better. Now, bend over my knee." Klara obeyed, presenting her bare ass to him, feeling the shape of his hard cock pressed against her belly.
She had only been spanked once by Johann when they experimented with BDSM, Johann was not in his element and the pair of them kept laughing at how absurd it was.
Nothing about what Viktor was doing right now was funny. He was in his element.
"Your behavior has been appalling, you impudent little slut." Viktor placed his hand on her ass, rubbing around each cheek, humming approvingly at those two shapely curves that were so malleable underneath his fingers. He gave her a good squeeze, fat filling his hand and giving way to muscle underneath. "Let's see if I can even recall everything. Hmm, there was you moaning like a bitch in heat at the opera." Viktor's hand connected with her ass, making Klara yelp in surprise. There might have been words to describe how the ripple of her ass enraptured him, but his cock twitching sharply against her belly was a better testament than any of them. "Whining like a little brat in the car when you weren't allowed to cum." Viktor slapped the opposite cheek even harder, earning another yelp from Klara. "And teasing me with that voluptuous body of yours for weeks." Viktor waited before delivering another smack, rubbing her reddening ass, the anticipation was just as important as the spanking.
"Do you know the effect your body has on men? The day I met you, I came very close to ripping your clothes off, fucking you over my desk, and sending you on your way with my cum dripping down your thighs." Viktor delivered several sharp spankings in succession, feeling Klara's body jerk in surprise and her pussy gush, Klara started to cry, but she still didn't ask him to stop, she took this treatment well. Viktor lowered his spanking hand to tease her slit, wrapping his opposite hand in her pretty hair and pulled sharply up.
"You're not supposed to be enjoying this." His hand teasing her slit returned to her ass with a painful smack. "But I suppose desperate little sluts like you can't help themselves around an older authority figure with a firm hand and a hard cock." He kept spanking her as he spoke, her ass was nice and warm, the pale flesh tinted prettily with a gradient of rosy hues. "Since my punishment made your greedy pussy even wetter, I suppose an apology will have to suffice. Get on your knees and suck my cock." Viktor let go of her hair, her head falling as her neck went limp.
Klara clumsily shifted her position, sliding her bottom half off his thighs until her knees made contact with the floor. She started by rubbing Viktor's spread thighs, even though she didn't need to warm him up, she wanted to touch him, even just for a little bit. Her hands slid up his inner thighs before joining at the heated bulge straining against the button-fly on his trousers. She undid the button-fly slowly, pulling down the waistband of his underwear and guiding the hot flesh of his cock out with her small hands, eager to finally get a good look at him.
Klara's eyes widened, mesmerized by the sheer thickness of Viktor's cock. He was a respectable length, but the girth of his angry red cock was its defining feature. Klara didn't even know a cock could be that thick outside of porn.
"Your highness, it's so thick." Klara didn't take her eyes off his cock, she couldn't possibly look away, it demanded every iota of her attention. She started stroking it, earning a low groan from Viktor.
"So I am told." Viktor's voice laced with pride and confidence that would have been insufferable if it was unearned.
Klara's pink tongue teased the head of his cock, paying special attention to the underside before kissing down the vein to his full balls. She popped one gently into her mouth, sucking with care before moving on to his other, giving the pair special attention when her efforts earned Viktor's unrestrained moaning. Her hand returned to his shaft and stroked him while pleasuring his balls with her mouth.
When she worked up enough saliva, she stopped sucking on his ripe balls and licked the underside of his cock until her wet tongue reached the head, followed by her plump lips wrapping themselves around it. Her hand kept stroking near the base of his cock while her lips sucked the head, tongue teasing and swirling around, her mouth steadily inching down his thick shaft as she lubricated him with her spit.
Viktor didn't expect for her to deep throat him when she did, his cocky, in control demeanor shattered when a desperate moan forced itself from his throat. Her throat was so tight and further lubricated his cock as she gagged around it. Klara began to bob her head up and down his length, her pretty eyes, misty and red with tears that made her irises practically glow blue-green, fixed themselves on Viktor's, not breaking eye contact as she choked and drooled all over his cock, thick saliva mixed with slick clear mucus from the back of her throat dribbled down her chin and onto her chest.
"Fuck! Such a good girl, keep doing that." Viktor's voice strained, his usual aristocratic tone faltering to reveal something that might have been akin to vulnerability. Klara moaned around his cock when he called her a good girl. "You really are a talented little cocksucker, aren't you?" Viktor could see why her environmentalist ex boyfriend stayed with her despite their obvious incompatibility. Viktor noticed that Klara was angling her hips towards him, as if she was trying to hump his leg like a bitch in heat.
"How precious." Viktor let out a strained laugh. "Does your little cunt ache to be filled by my thick cock?" He asked half-mockingly, laughing again when her pretty eyes lit up at the mention of getting fucked. "Too bad." Viktor roughly grabbed her by the hair at the back of her head with one hand and guided her head up and down his shaft. "I'm not done with your mouth yet."
Klara practically sobbed at Viktor's continued neglect of her needy pussy. It had been nine months, she was going to go crazy. She didn't care if she was on her back, on all-fours, on top of him, or even upside down, she needed him inside of her.
Viktor continued to use her throat like a flesh light and Klara still didn't break eye contact and she looked thoroughly debauched with mascara running down her blushing cheeks. Not a single tooth of hers grazed his thick cock no matter how hard and fast he took her mouth, her full pink lips perfectly suited to sucking a man off.
Viktor pulled Klara's head away from his cock, taking a good look at Klara's unraveled state, her hair a mess from being pulled, her mascara smudged and runny, and her chin and chest covered in lubricating drool.
"If only you could see just how thoroughly debased you are. You're a drooling, crying mess with smudged lipstick, and I know your little cunt is sopping too. I think you finally deserve to have my cock in you." Viktor admired his work in degrading her. "Well, it seems you have ruined a pair of trousers worth more than your paycheck." Viktor gestured to the wet spot on his trousers, a combination of her saliva and her wet pussy. "No matter, it's a good reason for me to let you remove my clothes and get a better look at me, would you like that, hmm?" Klara nodded, backing up as Viktor rose to his feet, his cock erect and curved upwards. "No need to rush it, I do expect a baseline level of discipline from you."
Klara started with his fine leather shoes and silk socks, neatly folding them out of habit. She rose to her feet and fumbled around trying to figure out his bowtie, casting it off frustratedly when she managed to untie it, earning an amused grin from Viktor. She shoved the jacket off his shoulders and struggled to not hurriedly unbutton his dress shirt, even though she badly wanted it to join the jacket on the floor. She pulled down his trousers and underwear down in one fluid movement before getting a good look at him.
He was as she expected. Tall, lean given his age and drinking habits, his shoulders were a nice shape and his chest was spattered with dark hair. Viktor kicked away his trousers with a long leg, noticeably more slender than Klara's lush thighs. His thick cock seemed mismatched to his lean figure, standing out, demanding attention.
Klara was too focused on the details of Viktor's body to anticipate him picking her up and throwing her on his bed. She sunk into the mattress, feeling like she was on a cloud. Viktor joined her, spreading her thighs and angling them high up so he had better access to her glistening hole. He situated his body between her thighs and leaned down to ravenously kiss her lips, sliding his tongue inside her well-used mouth.
"Viktor, I'm not on the pill, shouldn't we-" Klara protested when she got the chance.
"I'm sterile." Viktor murmured in her ear, assuring her before nibbling the cartilage. "And even if I wasn't, would you really deny your future king the pleasure of taking you raw?" Viktor voice deepened into a snarl before mauling her throat, kissing, sucking, biting, making damned sure there would be ripe, red-purple bruises blotted all over her delicate, pale neck the next morning. He wanted her to wear the mark of their coupling, he wanted the world to see just how debauched she was for him.
Klara's mind was racing, she had never been treated this way by a man before. Her experiences with her two prior partners were very vanilla and intimate. What the prince was doing to her resembled none of that, she simultaneously felt fear, lust, bordering on hysterics that threatened to burn fast and bright before fizzling out and leaving her catatonic. His savage attentions on her neck left her with her mouth open without pause between her wanton moans and sharp breaths, Klara wondered if he would draw blood, no, Klara wondered how good it would feel if he drew blood.
She felt like she had no control over her situation and she reveled in it.
Viktor stopped the assault on her throat and aligned his cock, the tip of his cock teasing her entrance.
"Look me in the eyes when I take you." Viktor ordered, losing all sense of control when her stunning eyes, still smudged with mascara, looked pleadingly into his, sparkling with anticipation coming to a head. Viktor's cock slid into her with delicious ease, filling her to the hilt.
Klara cried out when he glided inside. The muscles inside her dripping cunt clenched hard around his thick shaft. Klara's cries only grew louder when Viktor started ravishing her, his upturned cock stroking all her sweet spots. Viktor broke eye contact with Klara, but only to feast his eyes on her bouncy breasts.
"Your highness, please, your cock feels too fucking good!" Klara whined. Viktor's attention returned to her eyes, heady and sultry with lowered eyelids and dilated pupils.
"Mmm, yes, tell me just how good it feels to have my royal cock ravish you. Tell me how much of a needy slut you are for my cock." Viktor's fingers tightened around her thighs, his imposing body kept her just where he wanted her, she wouldn't be able to do so much as squirm.
"Sir, your thick cock is stretching me out and my little pussy feels so fucking full. It hurts a little but it feels too fucking good!" Klara babbled, almost sounding babyish, not knowing what came over her.
"Oh, is this the first time your poor, slutty pussy has taken a cock big enough to fill it properly?"
"Yes, sir. The two other boys I've had were pencil thin compared to you."
"You've only been with two others before me? How delightful. Tell me, my sweet whore, did you spread your legs so quickly and eagerly for them too?"
"No, sir."
"Have you ever had your sweet little cunt flooded with cum?"
"No, sir, this is my first time being fucked raw." Klara admitted, Viktor let out a low growl. "Your highness, please, I need to cum!"
"You can cum, just know that I'm going to make you mine and ruin you for all other men. You won't be wanting to deal with a man who reaches for a rubber to slide over his pathetic twig, being fucked by me will be the highlight of your life."
Klara screamed, her cunt fluttered and clenched around Viktor's thick cock as she came squirting. Viktor grunted before emptying himself into her. He lowered his head to kiss her, keeping her pussy plugged with his softening cock so none of his seed leaked out.
Viktor rolled over on his back after a minute, lazily watching Klara stare transfixed at the hot load of cum seeping out of her core and onto the bed. Klara had been positively stuffed with sticky seed, and she clearly liked this new experience.
Viktor pulled Klara into his arms, laying her head on his chest, peppering the top of her head with kisses. Their bodies were both relaxed, heated, and sweaty. Satiation overtaking their minds and bodies, making them ready for sleep.
"You were incredible, Klara." Viktor's voice was no longer so snobby, he was even affectionate, as if his pompous attitude had been drawn out of him, for the time being, by a good fucking.
"So were you, sir." Klara spoke against his chest, her voice betrayed how sleepy she was.
"Klara, when we're like this, call me Viktor."
"Okay, Viktor." Klara yawned, nestling against his body before falling into a deep, well-earned sleep. Viktor joined her soon after, lulled by the soft rise and fall of her breathing.