"I have an idea." Klara told Viktor with pep in her voice, holding her hands behind her back and rocking on her heels, looking up at her lover with eyes sparkling with mischief.
It was their fourth night together, the two of them only became more amicable to each other as the days went on. Not that they would say they were in love, but they met at a juncture, both lonely, stressed, under-fucked and eager to please.
"Really? And what might be going on in that pretty little head of yours?" Viktor asked, peering down at Klara, barefoot and wearing nothing but one of her nightgowns, one of several things Viktor ordered to be fetched from her apartment, he rather liked the cheap garment. Underneath, there were no underthings to protect her modesty when she bent over.
"I want to play hide and seek." Klara proposed.
"Hide and seek?" Viktor asked, having an idea of what she might be intending with this game. "Seems a little childish, don't you think?" He teased.
"Childish? You're the one who wanted me to call you daddy that one time." Klara's voice was inflected with put-on offense, she got up on tiptoe, cupped her hand around his ear and whispered. "If you find me, you get to do whatever you want with me."
Her voice set Viktor's senses alight, all sorts of sordid ideas rushed through his mind. Anything he wanted? She had better hope she really meant it.
"So, what you want is the rush of being pursued, caught, and done with how your captor pleases?" He grabbed her roughly by the waist when he said 'caught' and pulled her closer, making Klara yelp in surprise, heated and throbbing between her thighs.
"Pursued, yes. Caught only if you can catch me." Klara said, trying to sound confident, as if she could squirm out of his grasp at any time.
"I think you might get your wish." Viktor's lips pulled into an amused smirk. He had played similar sex games in college, chasing consenting, scantily clad young women who would run away from determined young men, and for certain young men, would purposely run slower.
"Close your eyes and count to sixty." Klara instructed, ready to scamper off when Viktor released her, making it a few steps away before she came back. "Cover your face too!" She tried to scold him, but something in her voice perked up, electrified with excitement. He did as he was told, and when he started counting, he couldn't help but smile as he heard her run off for real this time, trying to stifle her laughter, like a schoolgirl who saw something embarrassing happen to one of her peers.
Klara decided to hide in a closet several meters from Viktor's study that she noticed earlier that day, giving her the spark of inspiration for this game. She closed the door as quietly as she could and obscured herself behind some sort of drapery that was inside, crouching down and steadying her breath.
"Ready or not, here I come." Klara could faintly hear Viktor's announcement, making her doubt that she ran far enough to make it much of a challenge.
He knew which direction she ran off to when he started counting, the best place to start his hunt. She was short and could probably hide under tables and even a few chairs, so he kept his eyes peeled.
He got an idea and briefly returned to his chamber, a few minutes away from where the game started, opposite the direction Klara ran off in. He strode into his closet to a locked cabinet. Inside, he saw exactly what he was looking for, taking his riding crop and assessing it, holding the length of the crop to the side and letting the loop of leather rest in his palm as if he were weighing it. He briefly considered the cane, but decided against it, the crop was better suited for a novice submissive like Klara. He locked the cabinet again, leaving his chamber and beginning his search for Klara.
He walked slowly and intentionally down the corridors, knowing it would just build tension. He also couldn't imagine she was able to get very far in only a minute, she didn't sound like an especially fast runner.
"Where would I hide if I were a thrill seeking cock tease?" Viktor asked loud enough that if she was close by, she could hear him. He prowled the corridor and the rooms it lead to, entering them.
"Behind curtains seems a bit obvious, though, I'm sure they wouldn't be able to conceal the shape of her figure." He said to himself as he pulled back flimsy lace curtains in what would have been a child's bedroom if any of the fucking royals would bother to have children.
He crouched down and looked under the bed, taking a quick glance under the table and chairs. No sign of Klara. He kept going, searching every spot in every room he could think of, leaving a path of dishevelment the servants would have to straighten out later.
Klara started to faintly hear his footsteps ten minutes after the game started, making her heart race once again, trying to keep her breath quiet. He was steadily getting closer to her hiding spot, but at a painfully slow pace that only made her heart thump faster and harder.
"Oh, Klara, it can't be easy for you, having to show any level of patience and restraint while your imagination runs wild, wondering what I might do to your lovely body when I find you, and find you I will." She heard him, his voice darkened, he sounded somewhat annoyed, as though the charm of this game was fading and he was ready to be done. She put a hand in front of her mouth to stifle a gasp. He was closer than she initially thought. "What is it you imagine I'll do? Are you under the impression I'll take you back to my chambers and fuck you senseless? Or do you think you're going to be choking on my cock in the very place you thought you could hide from me?"
Klara softly moaned behind her hand, her thighs shifted uncomfortably. It was starting to be too much, she wanted the game to end now too.
"Maybe, it's something else entirely, maybe you're entertaining the unlikely scenario of having your warm thighs parted and getting your needy pussy eaten. Well, I'll tell you right now, a cocktease like you won't be getting such an undeserved reward."
Klara bit her hand, she wanted the game to end, but her ego didn't want it to end that easily.
"When I was in college, I used to go on fox hunts with aristocratic peers. They're illegal now, for good reason, but it used to be a favored pastime among the English aristocracy. The foxes would be all curled up, hiding out in whatever burrow they could find, making themselves as secure as possible, waiting for us to either find them or pass them by. With that red undertone to your hair, you're rather like one of those foxes."
Viktor gave Klara an idea.
She moved as quietly as she could out from her hiding spot and waited on all fours at the door, betting that she could make a break for it. He would have to work to catch this fox.
"Oh, now that would be too obvious." Viktor said quietly, but he was close enough now that Klara could clearly hear him. "I thought I noticed you staring at that old closet today."
Viktor swung the door open, the wood shaking on its hinges,
"There you are." Viktor hissed. Klara crawled as fast as she could past his imposing figure, scrambling to her feet and running in the corridors before Viktor fully realized what just happened. Viktor pivoted on his heel to see his fox running away laughing, taunting him, daring him to chase her.
It was an easy chase, Viktor's long limbs and daily runs made it too easy to catch the shorter, softer, less fit Klara. His arm came around her waist and his hand around her throat, lifting her so her shorter legs kicked aimlessly in the air.
"Did you really think you could outrun me, you silly girl? You're no actual fox, you probably couldn't even run half a mile without stopping." He mocked her breathlessness. "No, you're built for getting fucked by men who can catch you." He removed his hand around her throat and seized a breast with it, his lips taking that hand's place on her throat, sucking and biting like a leech. "Get on your hands and knees, since you insist I chase you around and catch you like an animal, you've earned yourself the reward of languishing on all fours like one."
Viktor lowered Klara to her feet, she whined in protest of Viktor removing his mouth and hands from her body, but she obeyed, and got on her hands and knees, yelping when she felt sharp pain against her backside. It was then she noticed Viktor had a riding crop in hand.
"Follow me."
She obeyed, crawling on hands and knees all the way back to their bedchamber, her knees in pain from the hard floors.
"I want you on the bed, on all fours, with your back arched." Viktor ordered. Klara weakly stood up, got in bed, and did as she was told. It earned her another lick of the crop.
"Arch your back, you know better." Klara arched her back, her immodest nightgown no longer covering any of her lower half. He scarcely moved his arm and delivered another blow. "More."
He kept striking her with the crop and demanding she arch her back further until her tits were pressed painfully to the mattress and her ass was as far up in the air as it could possibly go.
"This is the position you are to assume when I tell you to arch your back." Viktor circled her, letting the end of the crop caress her skin. "And you will hold it until I say otherwi- oh my." Viktor clicked his tongue before massaging her labia with the crop. "Is my little fox in heat?" The question made Klara's gasps and moans jump in pitch and urgency, she could feel arousal start to slowly ooze out of her cunt and drip down her labia.
"She is! How sweet." Viktor's amusement made Klara blush furiously. Klara was presented with the end of the riding crop, glistening with her cunt's leavings. "Lick it clean." Viktor ordered. Klara did as she was bid, running her tongue along the soft leather, the taste heady on her tongue.
"Please, please, please." She begged, unable to voice what she was begging for, she was beyond coherence already, her mind held one singular thought, but the thought overwhelmed her and consumed all of her being.
Babies, babies, babies.
She didn't even consider his sterility, she was too aroused, too focused on making sure she got filled up with cum.
She felt the crop against her ass again.
"Please who?"
"Please, your highness." She was barely able to manage.
"My little fox is in heat." Viktor thought out loud. If Klara was in anything resembling a clear headspace, she would have resented herself for how much she liked hearing a word like 'heat' spoken in Viktor's distinguished tone. "I suppose I have to do something about it at some point." Viktor slowly paced around the bed, making his 'considerations' as to what to do with her, stroking his stubbly chin and furrowing his brow. "But should I really allow such an untamed creature the privilege of carrying royal bastards?"
Klara felt like she was going to explode if he didn't start fucking her right then and there. She was ready to start crying, already whimpering and mewling. She wiggled around as much as she could in the position she was currently in, earning her another snap of the riding crop.
"Desperate slut." Viktor chastised her, sighing. "Poor thing, you'll go mad if I don't. I'm a strict man, not a cruel man, don't make me regret it. I would be uncommonly cruel if I didn't breed a capable and eager thing like you."
Viktor heard her softly sob, her cunt flushed scarlet, her limbs gently shivered. She loved this. Viktor tossed the crop to the side.
"You know, during our first day together, I started to suspect there was something you were hiding from me. Something that got you riled up, something that you may have even kept hidden from other men. I think I may have found out your little secret." His finger traced around her juicy slit, sinking effortlessly in between her folds. His fingertip grazed her clit, earning him more desperate sobbing. "Get on your back, and remove your nightgown, I want to see those exquisite breasts."
She obeyed, casting off her barely-there nightgown and positioned herself on her back, spreading her thighs, and gently arching her back so her breasts were on better display for him.
Viktor removed his clothes, fingers rushing and fumbling to unbutton and unzip, impatient to cast them off, he didn't want anything to come between their bodies. His resolve to be an in-control dominant was fading, being replaced by something more vulnerable, more raw, more animalistic.
Viktor joined her in bed, situating himself between her parted thighs.
"There is nothing you want more." His lips by her ear, the vibrations of his voice blooming across her shoulder blades and down her spine to her core. "Than a man fucking you." He nibbled her earlobe. "With all intents and purposes to fill your empty belly with babies, don't you?"
"Yea-oh fuck!" Klara cried out when he filled her. She took him with ease, her cunt wet and acclimated to his thick cock.
Viktor did not fuck her gently, neither was he controlled as he usually was. He had a wild look in his eye, something that never came across them in his typically well-mannered, aristocratic affect. His fingers sunk into her breasts painfully, kneading the mesmerizing flesh, a stream of uncontrolled moans passed his lips as Klara's pussy fluttered and contracted around his shaft, she was taking her ravishing so well.
Viktor, too tempted, lowered his face to her tits, sucking, kissing, biting, nestling his head between them in their soft, generous embrace. The thought of what her breasts would look like filled with milk sent an electrifying pulse into Viktor's cock.
"I'm not going to last long." Viktor's voice languid and breathless. "All the better to get you pregnant."
"Oh God, Viktor, you don't know what this is doing to me." Klara plead, her back arching, her legs wrapping around his waist. This was nearly as distressing as the time he edged her, she was wound up so tight, she needed him to just fill her so she could cum.
"I know exactly what this is doing to you. You're just dying for me to breed you and make your fertile body soften and swell with child."
"Please, just breed me!" Klara begged, her fingernails sank into his skin, Viktor bit her nipple in affectionate retaliation. "I want your babies, I'm yours, you own my body, just please fill up my-!"
Viktor emptied himself into her, collapsing on top of her, laying there for a moment, feeling her cum in tandem. She still was crying, his vision and hearing was tunneled after such an intense orgasm, the most intense he had in decades. He caught his breath and rolled off of her, pulling her close to him and resting her head on his shoulder.
"What's wrong, Klara?" Viktor was concerned.
"I'm happy crying." Klara assured him, placing her hand on his chest. "I needed that so badly." She sniffled, her breath steadying, her head fuzzy and warm. "I never wanted to tell my ex about this... kink, I guess if you could call it that, it probably would have scared him off. And it's not like I could just do it with a man I just met." Klara realized what she had said after she said it, she did just meet Viktor. "I mean, you're different, you're not like-"
"I understand." Viktor interrupted her. "A prince is going to get more leeway than your average man."
"You make me sound shallow when you say it like that." Klara sounded sleepy as her crying slowed, her yawns cute and frequent.
"Shallow? A selective woman isn't a shallow one. If you're shallow, I am far worse than shallow, having seduced an exceptionally attractive woman half my age." He kissed her gently to sleep, endeared to the sweet parting of her lips and the rise and fall of her developed chest.
He would absolutely be keeping her around after this, or at least have her ready to be over with one phone call. Even though Viktor had every intention of courting Adalind's favor along with raising her child, he and Klara shared enough in common sexually and for what they didn't she was willing to endure for him. Viktor had no idea how long he'd have her, all he knew is that he didn't tire of her like he expected, she pleasantly surprised him, and he needed something to look forward to after gritty and important royal engagements.