Viktor watched with a callous smirk at his wife's screams of terror at the woged hundjagers, not moving a muscle until she tried to flee, grabbing her from behind, keeping her arms securely pinned down.

"No, no, no, no, no ! You drugged me! This isn't real, you're just a sick bastard who has to control everything! " Klara flailed around in Viktor's vice grip, trying and failing to land a kick on his shins. Viktor grimaced, barring his teeth, he was strong enough to hold her like this, but his body voiced its discontent with sharp pains.

"I did not drug you, you saw that with your own two eyes." Viktor's voice cold and calculating, thinking he was in control again.

The swell of triumph he felt was dashed to pieces when Klara craned her neck down and bit where his left hand met his wrist. Viktor cursed, but he did not give her any leeway to slip out of his grasp, he didn't even retaliate with violence of his own. He groaned as she sank her teeth into his hand, drawing a fair amount of blood, her teeth surprisingly sharp and her jaw surprisingly powerful. He opted to pinch her nose, she would have to breathe at some point.

"Insolent little slut. You had better let go, you have my baby growing in you and you need to breathe." Viktor growled through his teeth.

It was forty seconds of spiteful suffocation before Klara relented, sputtering out blood, the taste of copper invasive in her mouth. Viktor made use of her discombobulated state to pin her against the wall.

"You're lucky, a lesser man would have hit you." Viktor placed his hand, streaked with blood dripping from the bite wound, on her belly, staining her pristine white nightgown. "You are so... very precious to me, but you are so infuriating." Viktor sighed. "The world is a dangerous place for a sweet, young princess like you, all manner of monsters would tear you limb from limb if they could get their hands on you. I know how to keep you safe." He wanted to kiss her, fuck her against the cold, dank stone wall, but it wouldn't do to have her bite his bottom lip with the same force that she bit his hand.

"Get off of me!" Klara groaned, her mouth wet and sticky with his blood, adrenaline pumped through her veins, and in a moment of unexpected, freak strength, she shoved past him and hurriedly descended the staircase, praying that she was being followed by nothing except her billowing nightgown and robe.

When she reached the foot of the stairs, she saw another one of those dog-man-things, snarling at her. She turned back around to find the two guards following her, also showing their true faces. The beast in front of her quickly overpowered her, not harming her, but showing her that he could, moving her around like she was a paper doll rather than a grown woman, the others joined in, pulling her in different directions, hoisting her up with inhuman strength, paying no mind to her frightened screaming and futile attempts to get away.

"Put her down." Viktor ordered nonchalantly when he casually descended the last few stairs, as though he was ordering that a servant bring him a drink or something else so menial. The strange creatures put her down and she reflexively ran to her husband in tears, seeking any sort of comfort, any sort of defense from those things. "Leave us." The strange beings changed back into their human form and left the prince and princess. Viktor crooned to her as she broke down, telling her it would all be alright as he held her up. Her tears fell and mixed with the blood in her mouth, salt and copper leaving a disgusting taste on her tongue.

"It'd be so simple." His voice low in her ear. "You don't have the slightest chance of fighting back. Imagine if those wesen weren't under my command, if they really did want to tear you limb from limb." His hands slid to her upper arms, painfully gripping them to add a brief, sensational flair. Klara whimpered, both in pain and fear, her adrenaline high in free fall.

You're helpless without me.

That was the message Klara started to internalize. She needed him as the father of her child, she needed him in their shared bed, and now it was confirmed that she, without a doubt, needed him for her personal safety. She'd die without him, she felt reduced to little more than a silly little girl who needed her daddy to hold her hand when crossing the street.

"What kind of fucked up world..." Klara trailed off, hyperventilating, eyes glassy and unfocused, trying to process the surreal events that just unfolded. "Are you... wesen?" Klara asked, her tone accusatory.

"No. The royal family is all human, though our blood is different than yours."

"Is that why they'd hurt our baby?"

"Among other reasons, yes. That's why we also need Adalind to come here, so she and her child will be safe from such beasts." Viktor felt it less risky to have his thumb toy with her bottom lip, blood enhancing the grooves fanning from where her lips met and fading into a more translucent sheen at her lip line. "Many fairytales and myths have basis in reality." Viktor loosened his hold on her, but she only wrapped herself more tightly, earning her a low hum of approval.

"My... my best friend." Klara spoke apprehensively. "She did drugs for years, she told me she'd see these people with bird heads watching her... I thought she was crazy, I told her to get help... she's dead, she died in rehab, somehow snuck in drugs and overdosed..."

"Klara..." Viktor did not want to tell her what likely happened to her friend.

"Are there bird wesen?"

"Yes. Several kinds." Viktor tried to reassure her.

Who was he kidding? Her friend was almost certainly killed by Geiers. The royals regularly sent hunting parties to drive them out of the lands they presided over, sometimes even joining the hunt. Given America's growing crop of unfortunates, perfect for the Geiers to prey upon, the dwindling sightings felt like less of a victory. She would have to learn about them and other unsavory wesen at some point, but now wasn't the time.

"Our baby." Klara started abruptly. "Which wesen is the most dangerous to our baby?" Klara remembered what he told her before they married, all of those who'd hurt and kill their child.

"If they don't serve the family, they are almost certainly a danger to our child." Viktor half-lied, most Wesen wouldn't dare come for the royal family, even if they wanted to. "Though, there are more dangers than Wesen. There are anti-monarchists, anarchists, and, unfortunately, when it comes to the line of succession, my family will be very dangerous. That's why you're under a guardianship, at the present, you're incapable of navigating my world without getting yourself killed."

He carefully observed her trying to piece it all together, her fear and confusion leading her to the exact conclusion he wanted her to come to.

"I'm sorry." Klara meekly said into his chest.

It was like music to his ears.

"I know, darling." He drawled. "How about we go dress my wound, get you cleaned up, and spend the rest of the night in bed?" He decided to hold off on any repercussions for her literally biting the hand that fed her, he needed to come up with something that wouldn't hurt the baby.

With an approving nod from Klara, Viktor kissed her forehead before offering his arm, which she took and leaned upon, her cheek flush against his shoulder and her opposite hand on his bicep, earning an endeared smile from her husband before he lead her away. She was disoriented, her vision tunneled and her mind overactive with questions and the mountainous task of trying to process whatever the hell she just saw.

The resident nurse cleaned and patched up Viktor's wound and harshly scrubbed the blood off Klara's mouth with a damp washcloth without question, not even giving the slightest indication of alarm, and she was better off for it. She sent them on her way after telling Viktor he should look out for signs of infection.

Upon returning to their bedchamber, Viktor ripped the bloodstained nightgown clear down the middle, startling Klara and causing her to stumble back a little, only to be grabbed and pulled back.

"What did you think was going to happen when we got back, hmm?" Viktor's eyes alight with excitement. "It's the least you could do after that little stunt you pulled. You're lucky it wasn't my writing hand you bit." Viktor gasped, as though a genius idea came to him. "Are you still flexible from your years in gymnastics, hmm?" Klara didn't answer. "No matter, we can find out tonight."

He backed Klara against the bed, hoisting her up, her torn nightgown and robe still resting on her shoulders. He smoothed his bandaged hand up her belly and to her throat, using his bodyweight to lay her down, his clothed bulge hot against her bare cunt.

"Let's see just how wide these legs can spread." Viktor said with a low chuckle, his hand on her throat snaking back down to rest on her thigh. He slowly parted her thighs, pleasantly surprised to find she was deliciously flexible, her thighs spreading right open, her legs not bending at the knee, her toes were even pointed, out of habit, he assumed.

"It hurts." Klara whimpered, not having been stretched like that since she was with Johann.

"Even better." Viktor pressed down harder, stretching her open even more, being met with a pained yelp from Klara. "Don't worry, you'll get used to being spread out like this." Viktor released one of her thighs to undo his trousers, pulling out his cock and submerging it inside her, returning his hand to her thigh so he could stretch her thighs to the same limits he stretched her cunt.

Klara was helpless to free herself from his will, the pain of her thighs being spread and the pleasure she felt at her core clashing for dominance. Klara whimpered and moaned, her body shuttered with sensation, a pink flush spread across her porcelain skin when she neared her orgasm.

"I'm sorry." Klara babbled. "I'm so sorry daddy." Tears started falling down her cheeks again, pain, pleasure, and the trauma she experienced earlier the same night swirling together in a cacophony of emotion, laying more of her bare than she already was. Her cunt clenched around him so tightly he could hardly move through her, earning her growls from the back of his throat. He had seen her cry after sex before, he had seen tears dripping down her cheeks when he fucked her throat, but seeing her cry apologetic tears during sex was another thing entirely, especially when she clenched around him like that. He felt his head go numb, his cock throbbed and twitched against her squishy, yet strong insides.

"Are you going to make it up to me, princess?" Viktor asked with strained breath. Klara replied with a pathetic little 'mmhmm' before Viktor elicited a high pitched squeak from her that crescendoed into screams as he mercilessly hit her sweet spots.

Klara came, her afterglow could only be described as wet. Wet with tears, sweat, squirt, and the hot cum her husband filled her with that leaked out of her swollen red lips and onto the bed.

"You really are excellent at ruining my suits, princess." Viktor told her, stroking her cheek, she realized just how messy she left his suit, with his blood and with her cunt's leavings.

"You make me ruin them." She pouted, watching him remove his clothes before he joined her in bed, a bed wide enough that neither of them had to sleep in the wet spot.

Viktor lulled his well-fucked wife to sleep before he put his hand on her belly, knowing he wouldn't feel anything like a bump, but he could feel his wife's fertile frame soften, her body giving silent promise that any babies born from her would be chubby and healthy with strong lungs and good appetites, everything a father, especially one next in line for the throne, could want.

Now that she knew the harsh truth of his world, he hoped things would run more smoothly, and the burden of that secret no longer weighed so heavily on his shoulders. He hadn't given much thought to what it would be like to wed a common woman, but he was surprised that she didn't readily submit to his whims. She could be strong willed at times and weak willed at others, more often than not falling back into a more docile, submissive state after some reassurance or a good fucking. He could tell she soaked up knowledge like a sponge whenever he saw her speaking with others, and he imagined she'd be much the same when she started learning about the history of royalty and wesen. Viktor decided it might do her well to occupy her time in the library, poring over dusty old books about wesen rather than nagging at him about his duties and how everything was so wrong and unfair.

The events of the night before yielded a more pleasant morning. Klara was in a lighter mood, rather like rare rays of the winter sun that illuminated the castle, rays that would make all of her best features glow when the pair walked the grounds. She was affectionate towards Viktor, cringing a little to herself when she saw his bandaged hand, but she didn't feel so sorry for him that she didn't pelt him in the chest with a snowball when he said they had to return so he could do urgent business that had already been put off long enough.

The pain Viktor felt having to pry himself away from his wife to look for a hexenbaby made him reminisce the lesser evil of his wife biting his hand the night before.

A/N: I didn't expect to go 19 chapters without getting the big reveal of wesen out of the way. I think this story will end around early-mid Grimm S5, maybe I'll add some random one shots afterwards if I feel up to it.