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Jayce would have been a fool to not notice the differences between his body and Viktor's since the first day they met. Perhaps he was too angry to notice at the time on account of being arrested after his apartment was robbed and exploded, but after that magical night of discovering Hextech together, it was more obvious than ever.

Viktor was much, much smaller than Jayce. Obscenely so. Jayce felt like he was going insane from the moment he noticed, all while Viktor didn't even acknowledge it himself, completely oblivious. It would have made Viktor even more adorable than he already was if Jayce felt anything other than pure carnality.

It did not help either that Viktor was the perfect height for his delicious, seductive scent to constantly drift into Jayce's nostrils. He could have easily interpreted as Viktor, as any omega would, throwing his scent around to attract the alpha he spends most if not all of his time with. He should be spending all of his time with Jayce. However, this was not the case as Viktor just so happened to reveal to him one day.

"I apologize if my scent offends you in any regard," he had said a few weeks into their partnership. "My sense of smell is quite damaged, and I am incapable of truly understanding my scent becomes at times. If it becomes too much, please inform me so I may relieve you of my unfortunate situation."

Of course, Jayce never told Viktor whenever his scent grew stronger throughout the years. He more than enjoyed how delicious Viktor smelled. If he were anyone else, Viktor's scent would have been too subtle to discern anything from it. But Jayce has always had an exceeptional sense of smell.

Viktor smelled of sweetmilk, his favorite drink. Freshly washed laundry still warm the dryer. There was an undercurrent of smog somewhere, but it was always overshadowed by the sterility found in a hospital. River water, too. In Jayce's opinion, there was no other scent like Viktor's. It was the simple truth and Jayce should not be punished for it.

And yet, he was being punished every single day that he had to be surrounded by Viktor's scent without doing anything to claim it all for himself. Especially now, sitting in their lab while Viktor puttered around, unaware of his scent intensifying by the minute. He was in preheat and completely unaware of it.

The scraping of Jayce's chair against the floor as he stood up finally captured Viktor's attention. "Jayce? Are you going somewhere?"

"Yeah, just the bathroom. I'll be right back," Jayce said, walking away slowly as Viktor watched him for a few seconds before turning back to the chalkboard to erase outdated calculations. Almost immediately, Jayce rushed out of the lab to get to the closest bathroom. No one except for the two of them used it because of the location of the lab, far from anyone else that would be wandering in the halls.

Jayce had never been more grateful about it before this moment as he stuck his hand into his underwear, forgoing to undo his pants as he roughly jerked himself off. Despite the stamina that he held a bit too much pride in, Jayce came in his hand far too quickly. He could not be faulted for his eagerness, not when he was so close to Viktor in preheat and unable to do a thing about it. And maybe he should have felt some sort of shame for getting hard over his partner in the first place.

Should have.

After washing his hands of his deed, Jayce returned to their lab only to find Viktor packing a small bag. "Viktor? Are you going somewhere?"

Viktor looked up at him, his cheeks flushed a vibrant red. "My sincerest apologies, Jayce. I did not realize that I was in the midst of preheat. I must have offended you with my scent and did not take notice of it until you had to step out. I will take some of the documents with me so that I can continue my part of our work at home, and I will present what I have once I return."

"Wait, Viktor. Stop for a moment," Jayce said, taking quick, long steps to get to his partner before he could continue packing. "I wasn't offended or whatever you think. Not in the slightest."

"Are you certain?" Viktor hesitated as he asked.

"Of course. Unpack everything, I don't want you to think that you need to disappear just because of something that's natural," Jayce reassured, placing a hand on Viktor's shoulder. It did not at all slip his notice that his palm completely covered Viktor's shoulder.

"Jayce, I am in preheat. I should return home regardless before I am… indisposed," Viktor said. Despite everything, Viktor was always concerned about their work, their dream.

It also inspired an idea in Jayce's mind. "You know, I have heard that scenting from an alpha can help stave off an omega's preheat. I can help, it's the least I can do for you after all you've done to help me, Viktor." Jayce gently squeezed Viktor's shoulder, willing for his mind to connect with his partner so he would agree.

"Are you sure? You should not have to extend yourself for my benefit."

"I'm more than happy to help." With that last reassurance and a moment to think, Viktor nodded. Without a moment of hesitation, Jayce brought the two of them as close as physically possible. He had to bend his neck a bit too far just for his chin to rest on the top of Viktor's head, but it was worth it to do so. Jayce inhaled deeply, the scent of sweetmilk immediately flooding his nose.

"I appreciate you doing this for me, Jayce," Viktor said somewhere distantly, but Jayce was already growing too far gone to respond. To be this close and drowning in Viktor's scent like this, it was intoxicating. If anyone were to walk in the lab, Jayce's body would have shielded his partner completely from prying eyes. Jayce hoped that his scent permeated their lab and through the doors strongly enough to ward away anyone who might dare to see what they don't deserve to see.

It was mostly instinct and desire Jayce was acting on as he pushed his neck into the scent glands on Viktor's neck where his scent was most concentrated. Jayce wondered if he could convince Viktor to spend his heat here in the lab with him. After all, Jayce would take care of him completely.

Finally, as if remembering the reason they were in this position in the first place, Jayce allowed his scent to envelop Viktor until his partner nearly went limp in his arms. Of course, Jayce would never have let him fall, his hands already enclosed around Viktor's waist. His fingers being able to overlap sat at the forefront of his mind.

"Do you feel better now?" Jayce whispered in Viktor's ear, his voice a soft and comforting rumble that miraculously did not expose his hunger for more. Viktor nodded slowly with content as his scent mixed with Jayce in a harmony that he had never experienced with anyone else. "We can stay like this however long you want, Viktor."

A soft noise came from his partner's throat as he looked up at him with his beautiful amber eyes. "Then… perhaps a while longer?"

Forever is what Jayce wanted. But he supposed a while for now was good enough.

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Jayce wouldn't have considered himself as "alive" in the endless time he was completely hexcorized. It was more of a hibernation. After all, Jayce was barely aware of two of his fingers being snapped off when the Jayce who succeeded took his hammer. It did leave his arms held up in the air, though it did not matter to him at the time because he experienced no exhaustion from it.

Until he slowly returned to flesh and blood, of course. But Viktor, his Viktor, was there to alleviate the pain. He took care of Jayce like he always in the sparse memories he had when he was unmoving. Massaging away the milder cases of soreness, but hesitated at the suggestion of using any kind of magic on Jayce. Again.

It was bizarre, to say the least, relearning how to be human once more. He did not feel the urge to eat despite Viktor's attempts to feed him. Jayce had gone so long without the need and ability to consume that the thought of doing so was mildly nauseating. Even after all this time, Jayce was still a scientist at heart. He wanted to study his body and how it was impacted post-hexcorization. He wondered if the process pushed his body to adapt so much as he changed that he obtained derived traits in his own lifetime. Once he gained more control over his own body, he was able to observe and study himself with Viktor's help. It was like old times, when everything was still good and it was just them.

It was strange being completely alone in the world with Viktor. Not that Jayce minded; he was with Viktor, after all. But it was eerie regardless of how he felt. His time frozen as a statue was thankfully not one that he remembered in full; he might have gone insane from it. Jayce couldn't imagine how Viktor survived all that time alone, remembering every single moment.

Although, there were a few moments that Jayce does remember that he was not fond of. All of the Jayces that kneeled in front of his Viktor to try and save their Viktors. Wanting to save their respective Viktor, Jayce completely understood that. What he was not fond of was how close the others got to what was his and his only. Viktor had always maintained his distance from the other Jayces, of course, but that wasn't enough.

"Jayce, you are… excited again," Viktor's voice broke through his thoughts. Jayce focused his sight on him. Viktor looked as lovely as he remembered, maybe even softer now after all this time. His beard smoothed the angle of Viktor's jaw and was thin enough to not obscure one of Jayce's favorite moles. He must have gotten lost in his thoughts again as he admired Viktor, a reoccurring habit of his as of late. He had spent unknown centuries unable to look at and hold Viktor, Jayce needed to savor every moment with him. It was no wonder that he had an erection now. Of course, Viktor would chalk it up to Jayce's body having a physiological reaction despite Jayce's protests.

"I know," he said in response. Viktor couldn't respond back, flustered so intensely that his face was completely red.

"Oh! Well, I will allow you some privacy," Viktor said, slowly standing up in a single graceful motion. Before he could successfully make his escape, Jayce grabbed onto one of his hands. It was long and thin, just as delicate as he remembered.

"You don't need to go. Stay," Jayce said. They were simple words, barely an order, but it left Viktor floundering even more. When Viktor remained still, not even trying to pull his hand out of his grasp, Jayce pulled him closer until Viktor was eventually forced to sit on his lap. Because it was still so natural for him even after endless seconds without touch, Jayce's hands immediately fell to the center of Viktor's back, his thumbs rubbing into muscle. "Good boy."

"Did I upset you, Jayce?" Viktor whispered. As if the words itself were not deadly enough, the shakiness in his voice was enough to stop Jayce where he was.

"Of course not. Why would I be upset with you?"

"We have lacked the opportunity to be so close. You tell me to stay so that you may relieve yourself. Is this finally a punishment for what I have done?" Viktor said, his hands twitching as he held them clasped together, refusing to spare an accidental touch. His senses had been dulled for so long, there would be times that Jayce's own clothing was far too stifling against his skin.

"You deserve no such thing," Jayce said with a finality that deterred Viktor from protesting. They remained quiet for a while, and Jayce never moved his hands away from Viktor's back. "You always leave whenever my cock gets excited for you as if you weren't the culprit. I want you to stay because I want you with me, Viktor."

"I would not be good entertainment," Viktor argued so gently.

"You're not just a fun night. You're everything," Jayce said. To describe how he felt as reverance was a total understatement.

"I ruined everything. Your return to me was a mere grace in lifetimes of hell. A hell that I cannot help you escape from as I have made it endless," Viktor said, his bottom lip trembling from a stifled sob. "I cannot give you what you deserve."

"I don't care about what I'm supposed to deserve. All that matters is that I have what I want. And I have you, I won't want for anything more," Jayce said. He hated the little scoff of disbelief that Viktor let out, but he would not let himself be angered by it. "I need to prove it to you, then. Let me show you. No one can interrupt us like this."

Jayce's hands made their way under Viktor's robe, rubbing at the mosaic of regular skin and hexcorized scarring. The scarring sent small shocks through Jayce's fingers as he gently pressed into them, moving up Viktor's thighs until his hands returned to Viktor's waist, flesh to flesh. He felt greedy already, having Viktor like this all to himself and without any worry of external interruption.

"Must I perform for you so that you may relieve yourself?" Viktor spoke up. Instead of answering immediately, Jayce rested his hands on Viktor's thighs that encased him in between them. He rubbed at the muscles, hoping to help Viktor relax a little more.

"I have a different idea. You won't have to do a thing," Jayce said. He moved slowly so Viktor wouldn't skittishly escape until one hand was cupped over Viktor's pussy and the other pulled his cock under his robe. When he had returned to flesh, he was without clothes as they had disintegrated long before he could breathe again. Now, he was lovingly wrapped in a sun-bleached cloth that was mostly free of iridescent stains.

"Jayce…"

"Viktor," he said. "Let me take care of you. You did so well taking care of me all this time. All alone. I can't imagine how torturous it was for you. And you can't deny it, I can see it in your eyes. I can't take away that lost time, but I can do something about it now. Let me."

With a soft whimper, Viktor uttered, "Alright." Like the perfect puzzle, Jayce slipped his cock into Viktor's pussy, relishing in the wet softness inside. He felt Viktor clenching around him as if he was expecting Jayce to ravish him like a beast. He would one day, of course, but not at this moment. He let Viktor completely settle down onto his cock before hugging Viktor close to his chest and simply held him. Though, it did not slip Jayce's notice that he could feel the bulge of his cock in Viktor's abdomen.

"I can't believe how I could have been a fool for so long. Everything I could have ever wanted and needed had been right next to me the entire time and stayed with me even when I was nothing but a husk. I couldn't hold you or comfort you, and you stayed anyway. I will do everything I can to prove that I deserve to have you," Jayce whispered into Viktor's ear.

"You are being foolish, Jayce," Viktor protested.

"You're right, I was."

"No, you are a fool now! Don't say these false praises when I can never repent for what I have done," Viktor said, leaning back slightly so that his eyes could meet Jayce's. "I will never be able to express my sorrows or apologies."

"Then, accept that to be true and start again. Things are different now. We are different now. There's nothing we can do to change things, we just have to accept that they have. After that, we move forward," Jayce said. It was not his best moment of comforting another, but it was difficult to bring comfort when the world had been so bleak for so long. The best he could do now was lead Viktor away from his cycle of metaphorical self-flagellation, a task he knew was never going to be simple to do but it was one that he would gladly undertake.

He rubbed Viktor's back, as natural as breathing, while his beloved, his soul, his everything quietly sobbed.

"Will you not get sick of me? It is only us, and this world is barren of most life," Viktor choked out. Jayce wiped away the falling tears with his thumbs.

"I could never get tired of you, Viktor. Being with you is all I need. Although," Jayce said as he looked around them, "you are right. It's just us. Frankly, I would love to see mini-yous running around."

Viktor sputtered in shock. "What are you saying?"

"I want to create something special with you, Viktor. Just like we did the night we met. We can bring life into this world together," Jayce admitted. Once those thoughts were said out loud, his head was filled with the beautiful imagery of Viktor round with their child. Maybe it was selfish of him to want to bring a child into a ravaged world, but Jayce noticed the small instances of healing. No other person had yet to return, and maybe they never would. But other forms of life persisted despite everything. Butterflies, flowers, even spindly trees had taken root. Something was possible. Jayce wasn't sure what exactly it would lead to, but it was new. It was alive and beginning to thrive. He wanted the same. "We can stay like this for now until you're ready for more. But just know that I want it. I want it with you."

The tears continued to fall down Viktor's face despite Jayce's attempts to soothe them away. The sorrow remained, and it might always be there, but there was a bit of happiness when Viktor smiled at him. It was blinding in its beauty.

"So do I. I always have," he said, leaning forward to press his forehead against Jayce's. "When can we try?"

Jayce was certain his cock was the hardest it has ever been. "Whenever you want. We have all the time we could ever need."

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Whispers echoed throughout the room, the audience restless with anticipation. They must be talking about something important to continue their conversations even as the announcer repeatedly asked for silence. Even so, Viktor just could not decipher anything that was said, his mind far too buzzed and foggy to understand anything beyond simple words. It was only after Jayce had kissed him on the cheek and stepped onto the stage that the audience fell quiet.

"I apologize for the wait. There were a few issues that needed tending to before I could join you all tonight. How rude of me to be late to my own event," Jayce said into the microphone, garnering him some polite laughter in the crowd. Unlike the whispering from before, Viktor had a slightly easier time comprehending Jayce's speech if only because it was Jayce. "I'm sure you can all understand that feeling of anxiety taking over. That is, unfortunately, what happened tonight. My poor creation still retains his humanity, and he had always had stage fright in the past. But I have a simple solution that will cure him of any worries, at least for a short time."

Viktor tried to pay attention, but his mind was too fuzzy to focus on much of anything. Clasping his hands together, he tried to focus his eyes on anything in front of him. The thick red curtain that hung between him and Jayce, the slivers of light coming from the bright spotlights above, the long leash snaking along the ground that connected his collar to Jayce's hand, the small table with refreshments that Viktor did not need at the moment. So he remained where he stood, his legs trembling ever so slightly.

"I am more than honored to reveal to you all Hextech's greatest achievement and perhaps, all of science," Jayce announced. Immediately following that was a quick tug at the leash. Glancing up, Viktor saw Jayce peeking through the curtains. With no microphone in front of his face, Jayce's next words were just for Viktor's ears. "Join me."

So he did, stepping onto the stage and standing beside Jayce. The audience began to whisper again, now with awe as they looked upon Viktor. He knew he was a sight unlike anything Piltover has ever seen. Metallic purple skin on full display that glowed at irregular but frequent intervals. The collar around his neck was in Talis red and gold, making it very clear who he belonged to. Their stares may also have to do with the fact that, despite his appearance, Viktor was by all means naked. He had no way of maintaining any sort of decency. Not that he needed to when Jayce needed him to be on full display.

"The attack on the Council was devastating. It left my partner critically injured. It was only due to a Hextech prototype that he is with us tonight, free of any injury," Jayce said. The leash remained looped around his hand, but he had no need to tug at it. "With this monumental discovery, Hextech has a potential future of integrating into the medical field. My partner is living proof that it will succeed."

"Councilor Talis?" a voice called out. It was a reporter if their attire and handheld recorder was of any indication. "Your partner seems to be made completely of metal. If Hextech is able to cure any injury, will it remove all sensation indefinitely?"

"An understandable concern," Jayce responded. He walked over to stand behind Viktor. He continued to loop the leash around his hand until it was short enough that it was taut even with his hand on Viktor's shoulder. Jayce's other hand fell onto Viktor's hip. "However, I can provide to you all a demonstration that everything functions like normal both physically and mentally."

Viktor let out a shuddered gasp, though he was not completely sure what he had to be nervous for.

"As you can see, my partner stands before you whole and intact. Though he may appear calm, it was only some time prior that he was extremely anxious at the mere thought of being presented to you all tonight. He was actually the reason I was late, I just couldn't bear to see him so anguished with nerves. But this is also a very clear demonstration that the mind remains intact even when in symbiosis with Hextech," Jayce explained. "My partner behaved the exact way as he would have to being onstage prior to the incident."

"He does not appear anxious now. How was he calmed?" someone else in the audience yelled out.

"A good question to ask. This may just be unique to my partner, but I found that he tends to relax when he is placed in a mental space of knowing he will be taken care of and only needs to experience pleasure," Jayce answered. A flood of whispers followed his response, and Viktor could hear the smile on his face as he continued. "I think now would be the best time to demonstrate his physical functions."

With a quick tap from Jayce's fingers on his bottom, Viktor spread his legs apart. In his ear came a soft Good boy. A ripple of soft gasps overtook the audience.

"As you can see, my partner not only has present genitalia, but he is very aroused. Of course, it would be distasteful of me to bring my partner to arousal and do nothing of it. I would not be providing a very thorough demonstration either." With another tap from behind, Viktor steadied himself as Jayce slid his hand down his bottom, passing his leaking hole and drenched folds, and brought his fingers to his throbbing clit. The air was still as if the audience was holding their breath in anticipation.

Jayce had always learned new skills rather quickly. It was no surprise that he could become a master showman in a short amount of time. Viktor could only shake with pleasure and restraining any movement that was not permitted to him as Jayce played with his clit rather relentlessly.

"He's beautiful," Jayce said matter-of-factly. "Hextech truly is a miracle as it preserved everything good in my partner. It saved his life just as I knew it would."

Jayce's grip on the leash was without mercy, pulling on it until the collar tightened enough around Viktor's neck to leave him woozy from diminished oxygen. Despite that, Viktor refused to tap on Jayce's arm, too focused on the painful pleasure on his clit. It only intensified as Jayce rubbed tight, quick circles around his clit, something that Viktor enjoyed immensely but did not remember ever expressing such to his partner. With a harsh tug that pressed the collar tightly against Viktor's neck, Jayce leaned into Viktor's ear. He was so close that his lips brushed against the sensitive cartilage.

"Show them how beautiful you are, Viktor. Show them what a fusion of flesh and Hextech can do. Show them how much you love being used by me," Jayce said, his voice so low that it was nearly a growl. And how could Viktor resist such a command?

With a sharp cry, Viktor came in front of an audience, fluids spilling out of him in a violent manner and splashing onto the floor. It did not stop after he came, not with Jayce abusing his clit and forcing Viktor to continue squirting on that stage. Beyond the haze of his mind, Viktor believed he could hear applause.

"Good boy," Jayce repeated over and over. He finally ceased his attack on Viktor's clit, but that was not the end of it. Loosening his hold on the leash ever so slightly, Jayce whispered, "If you keep putting on a show like that for them, I'll fill your pussy so much you won't be able to walk. Do you want that, pet?"

Slowly, Viktor nodded. All he wanted was more of what Jayce planned to give him. His answer must have pleased Jayce as all he received in response was a hard slap to his cunt.

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When Jayce saw the pink bow in the store, she couldn't resist putting it in her shopping cart alongside a new leather belt and heavy combat boots. It was an innocuous find, a pretty bow to tie back long hair. It would have been useless for Jayce, having a fade that was only slightly overgrown. However, the bow would be the perfect gift for Viktorie.

Though, its use was far from innocuous. Such as now.

"Come on, princess. Move your hips just a little more," Jayce encouraged her girlfriend with a quick tug on the baby pink leash clipped to the frilly white collar on her neck. Viktorie whimpered, her lovely amber eyes glistening for some kind of reprieve. "Don't be a naughty kitty now, you were so well-behaved a moment ago. Go on, move."

In a delightfully mean move, Jayce lifted her foot up, forcing the toe of her new boots to press against Viktorie's puffy wet folds. Viktorie cried out, but with her arms tied behind her back with Jayce's new belt, her only way of finding balance was to fall against Jayce's leg. Slowly, Viktorie moved against Jayce's boot, shuddering all the while. The thick skirt of her dress made it impossible to see exactly what she was doing, but Jayce knew her girlfriend had made an absolute mess of her boot just from the sound of it alone.

"Feels good, doesn't it, kitty? Do you need another pillow?" Jayce asked, sparing a quick glance to the pillows under Viktorie's spread legs. She hadn't complained since they started, but Jayce didn't trust Viktorie to be honest about her pain unless she made her answer. Viktorie shook her head, still trying to grind her pussy against her boot despite her exhaustion. "Answer me properly, kitty. Unless you're just begging to get your pretty little pussy spanked again."

Viktorie lifted her head, resting her chin on Jayce's thigh, all while she trembled with exertion as she kept trying to move her hips. "M-Meow."

"Good kitty," Jayce cooed, brushing a grey strand of hair behind Viktorie's ear. Well, her real ear, though Jayce was tempted to push the hair behind the fluffy cat ears on top of Viktorie's head. "Be careful now. I got your hair all nice and pretty with that bow. It would be rude to make a mess out of it."

Jayce didn't expect a response. Viktorie's face was far too dazed for her to understand a single word said to her. Viktorie was the only person who could fail to understand Jayce and not spark her temper. Viktorie could get away with a lot of things, really, and Jayce could only indulge her.

Objectively, they hadn't been together for that long. It was only a few months ago that Jayce swiped right on a lovely older lady, who just so happened to be the other half of her soul. Viktorie was the kindest, sweetest, and most beautiful person Jayce had ever known with a patience that outmatched Jayce's quick fuse. She was the kind of person that Jayce wanted—no, needed to spoil at every moment with gifts, favors, anything at all. Especially when Viktorie had apparently convinced herself long ago that she was "too old" for the nice things she loves.

Unfortunately, her girlfriend was still a bit secretive about her life before meeting Jayce, so Jayce could only make assumptions. But in the end, it didn't matter as much because Jayce was here now, and she has made it her goal in life to get Viktorie everything she has ever wanted no matter the cost or how embarrassed Viktorie gets from being spoiled.

It was practically a routine at this point, and tonight had been no exception. Jayce presented the hair bow first, which made Viktorie blush but she happily accepted and let Jayce tie her hair back. Then it was the dress, and Viktorie was much more resistant to accepting the gift before Jayce ultimately forced her to. It was frilly, excessive, and surprisingly light despite all of its layers. Like the collar, it was a soft pink that made Viktorie look even more delicate than she already was. While she loved dressing her girlfriend up in her signature red, Jayce decided to buy Viktorie the exact color that she had been staring at in the store.

It was only when the collar, leash, and ears with a matching tail buttplug were introduced that Viktorie realized what Jayce wanted to do that night. As expected, she was embarrassed.

"It won't be cute, Jayce. I'm too old for these scenes. You should really return these and get your money back," Viktorie urged, trying to push the dress and accessories into Jayce's arms.

"I already ripped off the tags and I shredded the receipts," Jayce said with a smile. Ignoring the alarmed squeak that came from her girlfriend, she added, "Just try it on for tonight. For me. It's in my completely unbiased opinion that you will look adorable."

After a long moment of hesitation, Viktorie let herself be dressed up, tied up, plugged, and collared by Jayce. That was how they got to where they are now, with Viktorie desperately grinding herself against Jayce's boot for some kind of release.

"Kitty, do you want your Master to take care of your poor pussy?" Jayce asked, already knowing the answer before Viktorie could eagerly nod. "Alright, baby. Lie down on your back for me. Can you do that on your own."

"Meow!" Viktorie cried out, moving as quickly as she could even in her arms tied behind her and lied down on pile of pillows surrounding them. And because Jayce had trained her so well, Viktorie immediately spread her legs apart. The skirt covered her before Jayce kicked it up and away to reveal her swollen red pussy. Just as she thought, her boot was covered with Viktorie's juices. Jayce watched as Viktorie's holes repeatedly twitched, her pussy clenching on air and her ass around the plug. Jayce was glad to have ordered the plug a custom size; her kitty deserved only the biggest.

"Such a good girl for me," Jayce said, rubbing along wet folds with the soiled toe of her boot. Viktorie shuddered as if expecting for something more. "Aww, baby, do you want to get fucked with my boot? You're so naughty, what am I going to do with you?"

A soft tap was the only warning Jayce gave before bearing as much weight as she could with one foot stepping on Viktorie's pussy. She rocked her boot from heel to toe repeatedly, pressing against Viktorie's clit and her aching hole. She even pushed rhythmically, rocking Viktorie's entire body and forcing out little whines and grunts.

"Mmm, meow," Viktorie cried, failing to lift her hips against Jayce's boot.

"What, did you want to be kicked? I can't do that to a poor little kitty," Jayce scolded her. And yet, she lifted her foot again to bring down a much harder step. Her heel must have landed in just the right way when Viktorie began to cry, her pussy violently spasming and squirting on the floor and Jayce's boots. "But I will to naughty cunts who think they can mark me up and get me dirty. Keep your damn legs open."

With a whimper, Viktorie kept still as best she could, her thighs shaking from pleasure and pain. Jayce knelt down on her right and slid her hand between Viktorie's legs, her palm cupping her pussy. With a sigh, Jayce looked up to meet Viktorie's eyes.

"You know how you're supposed to count, kitty." That was immediately followed with a loud, wet SLAP!

Viktorie yelped. "M-Meow!"

Another slap. "Meow meow!"

Slap. Meowing. Slap. More meowing. Even after ten slaps, Viktorie managed to not lose count.

"Kitty, do you think you can squirt again if I spank you one more time?" Jayce asked. She stared at her palm. It barely stung even as Viktorie's pussy was completely red and hot to the touch. From the look of her face, it might not take much at all for Viktorie to squirt again. "Answer me, baby, you can do it."

"Mmnnn, nyah," Viktorie whined, her entire body quivering by this point.

"Good girl," Jayce praised and brought her hand down as hard as she could one last time. The slap practically echoed against the walls. Of course, Viktorie squirted again and much harder than before. Her squirting and her orgasm were further prolonged as Jayce massaged the heel of her palm on Viktorie's clit. "Look at that, such a good girl for me! Didn't I make you feel so good, baby?"

When nothing else could be forced out of her pussy, Viktorie collapsed against the pillows, her chest heaving for air. Jayce found herself a bit disappointed. She must have pushed Viktorie to her limits too quickly if she was already exhausted before getting both of her holes stuffed.

Oh, well. Jayce mentally shrugged. "Come on, baby. Let's get you untied." Instead of sitting up and offering her arms to be freed, Viktorie only looked up at her with sweet doe eyes.

"Meow?" Viktorie let out so sadly. As best as she could from her position, Viktorie pushed her hips against Jayce. "Meow meow."

"You… want to keep going?"

"Meow!"

The smile that took over Jayce's face would have unsettled any other normal person. Viktorie could only shake with excitement.

"Oh kitty… you should have let me end it there." Jayce leaned down to kiss Viktorie on her lips. It was very chaste compared to everything she had just done moments ago. "I'm going to fuck you until you gape and leak for days."

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After the constant chaos from the past few months, living in a small cottage by a stream was a kind of peace that Jayce had never anticipated for himself, much less getting to share that peace with Viktor. It was constantly peaceful. Too much so that it has left Jayce restless on multiple occasions. Had he not found a proper outlet, Jayce would have probably ended up deforesting the small grove of trees nearby from chopping wood just to keep himself busy.

Thankfully, his outlet worked wonders.

"I must admit, this wine is very strong. Where did you get it, again?" Viktor asked with a hiccup. His face was adorably flushed pink from the alcohol. It amazed Jayce how much of a lightweight Viktor was. He had heard stories of Zaunite moonshine and how it will leave someone floating down the river missing half their clothes if they weren't accustomed to the strength, so it was interesting to learn that Viktor could barely handle a glass. Jayce could only assume that Viktor never took the opportunity to indulge when he had the chance to build his tolerance. They were both closer to the start of their forties than the start of their thirties, it wasn't like they needed that much alcohol anyway.

"Technically, I got it at the market. But Sasha was the one running the stall, so she gave me a neighborly discount," Jayce said, downing the last few sips of wine in one gulp.

"Oh, I have not spoken to Sasha in days. I must go thank her," Viktor exclaimed. He tried to stand from his seat, only to stumble as his foot caught the leg of his chair.

"Whoa, calm down, baby. There's no rush. You can thank her tomorrow when you're not drunk," Jayce said with a light teasing tone. Viktor pouted at him but it was more adorable than anything.

Really, Jayce will never be able to understand how he never realized how precious Viktor was and is to him before everything went wrong. Viktor's intelligence, beauty, and kindness were infinitely captivating and drew him further in to learn about Viktor's sense of humor and innocence. It made Jayce greedy.

"Come on, let's finish our dinner. I'll pour you another glass," Jayce said, leading Viktor back into his chair.

"Are you sure? I'm already quite drunk, Jayce," Viktor tried to protest. He watched as Jayce ignored him to refill his glass with wine. He hiccuped again. "I suppose just one more will not hurt." Viktor reached for his glass, but his hand was trembling as he grabbed it.

"Do you need me to help you drink, baby?" Jayce said. It should have been a question, but Viktor knew better than to treat it like one. He nodded and pulled his hand away, watching Jayce as he made the next move. Jayce pulled out the chair beside Viktor and sat down with his legs spread apart. He patted the thigh of his good leg. "Come here, sweetheart."

With a soft hum, Viktor did as he was told and sat down on Jayce's thigh, crossing his legs at the ankle. He was so light that Jayce barely felt the difference. He wrapped one arm around Viktor's body. "Did you eat well, baby?"

"I did. The bread I made was so light and fluffy," Viktor answered. "It paired well with the stew."

"You should be proud of yourself, love. Here, drink up." Viktor obeyed, calmly gulping down the wine until it was gone. "I'll have to go and buy another bottle from Sasha since you like it so much." That drew a giggle out of Viktor, sweet and bubbly. They sat together like that for quite some time, any food leftover going cold. Jayce would have to remember to put away what was untouched before heading to bed.

"Eh, Jayce. I need to get up," Viktor spoke up. When Jayce didn't let him go, Viktor tried again with some embarrassment. "Jayce, please. I need to, eh, relieve myself. I drank too much."

"Go on. Relieve yourself," Jayce said. As he tightened his hold on Viktor with his arm, his free hand slid into Viktor's pants. As expected, Viktor was without undergarments and his hole was already dripping. There was no resistance as Jayce shoved three fingers into Viktor's pussy, still loose and full of cum from this morning and afternoon. "See? I'm helping you out."

"No, Jayce! Please, I cannot be so indecent," Viktor cried out, unable to squeeze his legs shut with Jayce's hand between them. Jayce focused on the squelching noises that came from fucking Viktor's pussy on his fingers. Each time he pushed his fingers deep inside, Jayce would curl them up, pressing against the spongy walls that made Viktor shake. With his hold on Viktor secured with his arm, he brushed his hand against Viktor's stomach. "No, no, Jayce, please!" Viktor begged.

"Just go. I'm helping you out, baby," Jayce said as he sped up his fingering. The sounds grew even more obscene. "Just piss yourself already."

It was unfortunate to quickly realize that Viktor was being stubborn, but Jayce knew it was only a matter of time before that fell apart as well. Viktor just needed a bit of help. Flattening his hand against his stomach, Jayce pressed down.

Immediately, Viktor began to panic. "I can't, Jayce!"

But Jayce knew he could and he will. All it took was one last hard push on his stomach for Viktor to completely let go of the control he thought he had. As if Jayce would ever let Viktor have control when he was the one that held the reins and thoroughly enjoyed being in control.

Even as Viktor began to piss all over himself, Jayce's fingers never ceased their rhythm. Viktor screamed, although Jayce could tell that it was more out of embarrassment than from pleasure. He could tell the difference, even if Viktor couldn't. Jayce's hand was completely soaked as was his thigh and the floor underneath them.

"You're so messy, Viktor," Jayce mused as if he were merely talking about the weather. Holding his fingers up to Viktor's mouth, he said, "Lick."

Viktor whined as he always did before following Jayce's order. He even took all of Jayce's fingers into his mouth to suck on them, arousing Jayce's cock with ease. Even when he wanted to be a brat, he was far too inclined to obey Jayce no matter what. And he enjoyed being ordered around by Jayce. This dynamic calmed them both, distracted them from monotony and pain from the past.

"Good boy," Jayce praised Viktor before standing him on his feet and pulling his drenched pants up. He patted Viktor's cunt twice. "We really should put the rest of the food away and head to bed."

"What—Jayce," Viktor spoke up, one hand holding onto his shirt.

"Yes, love?"

"I didn't… I did not release," Viktor admitted with a blush. He must have realized he should have specified from Jayce's teasing smile.

"You just did, and all over me, too. Are you being greedy, baby?" Jayce leaned down to whisper in Viktor's ear. "Just keep being good. Then I might just let you cum on my cock tonight." Viktor whimpered at the words, squeezing his thighs together. "How about this, you can go upstairs. You get undressed. You spread yourself open for me. And then you take everything I give you. And you say…"

"Thank you," Viktor responded, his body shaking so much that he nearly lost his footing.

"That's right, baby. Go on, I'll take of everything here," Jayce said and began to collect the dirty plates.

"Jayce, should I bathe first? Or at least use the bathroom?" Viktor asked before he could move toward the stairs. Jayce smiled at that. Such a silly, adorable question to ask.

"Of course not. You'll just get dirty all over again." The blush on Viktor's face was more intoxicating than the wine. Despite his embarrassment, Jayce knew Viktor was excited for more as he moved as quickly as he could to their bedroom. As Jayce cleaned up, he left the bottle of wine out. It was about half-empty, but he can have Viktor finish it off. He didn't want the night to end just yet.

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It was moments like this, sitting alone in a corner booth of an overstimulating club, that Viktorie was reminded of how out of place she was. While the people were rightfully enjoying their night by dancing to loud music, the best Viktorie could do was nurse her third—no, fourth drink of the night. It was the loneliness that brought her here, even if she was entirely uncomfortable with the waves of people constantly passing by making the most of their night.

It took her about however long it was for her to finish half of her drink to notice someone standing in front of her booth.

"Oh, hello," Viktorie said, her eyes struggling to make out the person's face. Her eyelids felt particularly heavy as she strained to see dark hair cut short on the sides and long on top but pushed back. Thick eyebrows with a scar almost completely interrupting the right one. Hazel eyes that stared at her with an intensity that Viktorie was not prepared to confront. "Eh, may I help you?"

"Why's someone like you drinking all on her own? Are you waiting for someone?" the person asked. Their voice was deeper than Viktorie expected, and it would be extremely mesmerizing to listen to if it was not for the crowd making it difficult to hear.

"No, just… on my own," VIktorie tried her best to raise her voice, but it only left her throat feeling quite sore. "I don't have anyone with me."

"Well, I can't let that happen," the person said with feigned concern. Without waiting for any kind of response from Viktorie, the person slid into the booth right next to her, pressing their bodies together until Viktorie was trapped between the person and the wall. The booth was not small, either. The person was just that big. "There we go, all nice and cozy."

Once seated close together, Viktorie could make out more details about the person. They had a leather jacket on that was well-worn and was clearly of high quality. They also had matching fingerless gloves, as well. Although the flashing colored lights made it difficult to discern at first, Viktorie figured out that their skin was a warm brown. In fact, the warmth emanating from their body almost overpowered the combined body heat from the crowd that left Viktorie with clammy skin. And, of course, this person had a wide grin on their face. They had a tooth gap, which Viktorie found cute.

"And you? Did you come here with someone?" Viktorie decided to ask in return. The conversation felt stilted on her part, but she was unwilling to let it end just yet if only to abate some of her loneliness.

"No, I don't usually go for these places. They're pretty overwhelming," the person responded. Their eyes looked over Viktorie with such fervor that it made her skin burn with embarrassment. "But sometimes, I stop by to see if there's a cute little piece all on her own."

"Oh," Viktorie couldn't help but stutter out. "Well, I am sure you will find someone that fits that criteria soon enough. Besides, I do not imagine myself good company for conversation. I am quite inebriated."

"Are you? What'd you have, doll?" they ask, their eyes flicking over to her empty glasses.

"Eh, Dirty Shirley. I enjoy the grenadine." Viktor took the chance to look at the person's face, only to be met with that intense stare again. Did they ever blink?

"Cute," they said. Turning around, they waved down a passing waitress. "Hey, a Sex on the Beach for the lady. Thanks."

"Oh, I really shouldn't," Viktorie tried to protest even as the waitress nodded and walked toward the bar. "I have barely finished this one, and another drink might just be too much for me."

"It's my treat, doll, don't worry about it," the person said. "You look like a doll, too, all dressed up like that. It's a good thing I snatched you up first before someone else could get their grimy fingers on you. But I prefer knowing the name of someone as cute as you."

Before, Viktorie did not take too much notice on what she was wearing. Now, she was, and she felt naked under their gaze. The dress she wore was black and sheer. Although the skirt of it went down to her ankles and the sleeves to her wrist, it had an open back that exposed the entire line of her spine. Under different lighting, Viktorie's underwear could be seen through the sheer fabric, a lacy thong that barely hung onto her hips. But surely, with how intently this person was staring at her, they must know how she looked underneath.

"It's Viktorie," she managed to say. "May I know the name of the person who is kind enough to bring me company?"

"Oh, you don't need to know that right now, baby. But I guess it wouldn't be fair to you if you can't call me anything," the person said. They rested an arm around Viktorie's shoulders, heavy with muscle. A finger twirled one of the blonde highlights in her hair. "How does 'Daddy' sound?"

That alone was enough to render Viktorie speechless. This person was a stranger that she conceded in occupying so much of her personal space, but she was not even offered so much as a name. The worst part of it was the heat that the title drove into her groin. All Viktorie could do to distract herself was finish her drink until the remaining ice clinked against the glass. Of course, the timing could not have been more perfect as the waitress returned with the new drink and took away the empty glasses.

"I'm sure you'll like this one, baby," the person said. Before Viktorie could try to refuse the new drink, they grabbed the glass and held it to her lips. "Go on, baby. Loosen up for me."

She couldn't protest, not with the alcohol threatening to spill all over her if she did not swallow it down. Unfortunately, Viktorie had to concede that the person was right. She did like Sex on the Beach.

But the person didn't stop tipping her head back, forcing her to swallow more of the drink until the ice touched her lips. From the corner of her mouth, a little bit of the alcohol dripped, running down her chin and neck. Viktorie couldn't stop until all she could taste was barely-melted ice.

"Such a naughty girl," the person clicked their tongue in mocking disappointment. "You made a mess of yourself. Don't worry, Daddy will clean you up." The sound of the glass placed back on the table was followed by the sudden, unexpected sensation of their tongue on Viktorie's neck. Even as she jumped in her seat and tried to push away, the person's arm held her in place as their tongue moved to her pulse.

"Please, stop! This is indecent!" Viktorie cried. No matter how hard she tried, she had no strength to push the person away from her. Worse still, the feeling of their tongue against her skin was not unpleasant. But it was overwhelming, and they were in public. Even though Viktorie was certain that the person's body completely shielded her from any prying eyes, it was the principle of it!

"Don't you feel all nice and warm now, princess? However many drinks in, you probably feel so good," they said, their voice a lovely timber in her ear. It would have been much nicer to listen to if their hands hadn't also begun to wander up into her dress. Their fingers were already toying with the delicate lace of her underwear, gently tugging at one strap before moving closer to a place she didn't want anyone to be that night. "You're even all wrapped up like a little gift just for me. I'm polite, I'll unwrap you carefully."

"No, please, you have to stop! I'm drunk," Viktorie pleaded. She jumped as thick fingers brushed against her cock, hardening despite her best efforts to will any excitement away.

"Hm, maybe." Their fingers followed Viktorie's flinch until they wrapped around her cock entirely. They only needed two fingers to hold onto her cock. It should have been embarassing. It should have felt like the violation Viktorie was trying so hard to convince herself that it was. "Do you want Daddy to stop?"

"Yes, please stop!" Her voice was coming out as a whine now. Hopefully, every single worker at the club would stay far, far away from this booth. Preferably, forever.

"You gotta say my name, doll. You know it." Their fingers were unrelentingly still, yet their touch was agonizingly too much for Viktorie.

"Please…" She didn't want to say it, she couldn't. "Please… Daddy. Stop this, this is wrong."

"Good girl," they… Daddy said. Then, their fingers tugged on her cock in the exact way that Viktorie liked, very nearly forcing a cry out of her mouth. "You don't want me to stop. Don't worry, I would never. Not when Daddy can play with your cute little clit just like this and make you cry. You'd look so pretty crying, I bet."

Perhaps it was the alcohol that was making her far more sensitive. She drank too much, all that liquid collecting in her bladder by now. It brought pressure in a way that should not have been pleasurable like it was. Viktorie came far too quickly, white surely staining… Daddy's hand. Almost as quickly as the euphoria flooded her, it was replaced by exhaustion.

"No, no more. Let us stop here. We can forget this ever happened," Viktorie mumbled. She grabbed at their hand, trying to pull it out and away from her but to no avail. "Please? We have gone too far in this."

"I don't hear my name." Their voice was rough and their gaze was piercing. Instead of releasing her, Daddy tightened their grip on her cock without mercy. "I don't like naughty girls. You should know better by now, doll."

Then, Daddy's hand started to move again. And it was far too much.

Viktorie tried to curl into a ball, she tried to wiggle away from Daddy, but it was a useless endeavor. Daddy was so much bigger and stronger than her, and they had a relentless grip on her oversensitive cock. Their hand continued to move, making it more than clear at this point that whether she wanted to or not, if she even was able to at all or not, Viktorie was going to come again.

And the worst part of it all? Viktorie was starting to enjoy it.

"Look at that. I was right, you are a pretty crier. Don't let everyone else see that now, doll. I don't like sharing a single thing that's mine," Daddy growled in her ear. Their presence had occupied every corner of Viktorie's being until all she could do was silently sobbed as another orgasm washed over her with violent force. Painful sparks show through her nerves, and her cock ached from the relentless touch.

It was the most incredible thing she had ever felt.

With a sniff, Viktorie let her head fall against Daddy's shoulder. Five drinks in and two orgasms forced out of her, it was no wonder she was bone-tired.

"Are you really going to leave me hanging, princess? I haven't even gotten to play with your cute little hole yet. I felt something there. Don't tell me a sweet lady like you came to the club with a plug inside? That's really naughty," Daddy teased her. Even with a mean smile, Viktorie still found herself mesmerized by that adorable tooth gap.

"Take me home, Jayce," Viktorie pleaded. She was certain her eyes were shiny with tears as she begged. There was a slight waver in Jayce's face before the conviction returned. Jayce had a role to play, after all.

"Who's taking you home, princess?"

Viktorie smiled. She had her role to play as well. "Take me home, Daddy."

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Viktor loved Jayce. It was a fact of life, as natural as breathing. It was a love that was so simple and yet, it brought him so much agony throughout the years that should not have been possible from the simplicity of loving Jayce completely.

To be loved back in return by Jayce in greater magnitude, then, was a baffling and disorienting experience to say the least. Even now, as Jayce's hands, large and strong, powerful enough to forge metal into whatever he desires, haunted by blood not entirely his own, gently massaged his legs. Jayce had thoroughly exhausted him, and his cunt was sore and full with Jayce's cum. His musings of something coming from this were simply that, but Viktor had always been fond of fantasizing.

"Do you still feel sore, love?" Jayce asked him, his hands caressing his skin like he was something precious and coveted. Perhaps there will come a day where Viktor will allow himself to believe such without the burden of immense guilt.

"I feel wonderful. Thank you, Jayce," Viktor said with complete sincerity. He could never lie all that well and especially not now in the face of the man he loves beyond the stars. He was happy, he was comfortable, and he was loved. What more could he truly ask for?

Jayce pressed a kiss on his right knee, one part of the multitude that Viktor had never treated with much kindness. Now, it was lavished in love as if it was worthy of such a thing. Maybe it was.

"I love you, Viktor. More than anything, I don't think there are words that exist that can truly express how deeply I feel for you," Jayce said, pressing his face against Viktor's leg. "Spending the rest of my life with you is a dream come true. Being with you is a treasure I will never forsake, I swear it."

"You have me completely, Jayce," Viktor said, his fingers carding through Jayce's hair. There were more grey hairs the last he checked, giving Jayce a very handsome salt-and-pepper look. It was a very attractive look on him. "Would you really want to spend the rest of your life with me? I understand if you would eventually grow tired of my presence and regret the time wasted."

"The only regret I have is letting the time we spent together slip away because I took you for granted. I can't imagine my life without you, so I just assumed you would always be there no matter what I did or how stupid I was," Jayce said, standing up so he could cage Viktor between his arms. He held his body above Viktor and took a few moments just to watch him. Jayce's gaze has always been intense, and this moment was no exception. "I will spend the rest of my life making up for the lost time we could have had together and prove to you every single day how precious you are to me."

Viktor held out his arms, prompting Jayce to gently lower his body on top of Viktor's as his thin arms wrapped around Jayce's shoulders. Giving into the lovely temptation, Viktor kissed Jayce's temple. "There is no need for such dramatics. I know you love me. Thank you for loving me." Viktor planted another kiss on Jayce's nose. "Thank you for allowing me to love you in return. I will never stop loving you."

As Viktor leaned down to place another kiss, Jayce moved his head up so the kiss would land on his lips. It was a sudden little trick that drew a laughter out of them both. They fell quiet, a comfortable moment between them. They should sleep soon; it was late, after all.

But for now, they held each other, relishing in each other's embrace.