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If someone had told you two years ago that you’d be married off to the king of your kingdom’s rival, you wouldn’t have believed them.
In your defense, two years ago, your father was still alive, and your kingdom hadn’t yet fallen on hardship, reliant on Zaun for funds to feed your citizens. Piltover thrived before your fathers death, but your parents' production of no male heirs led to turmoil when his rule came to an end.
Naturally, Zaun wanted penance for aiding your country back onto its feet after your fathers death. You were far too weak and poor to repay them with funds, and that, unfortunately, is where you came in. Against your wishes or will, your mother practically sold you off to them - insistent that you wouldn’t ever rule in Piltover, so you didn’t hold a role in the country.
The following week, you were gone.
At the ripe age of twenty five, your mother pushed the idea that you were a prude, and far too old to be married. She claimed that if you didn’t marry the king in Zaun, you weren’t ever to be married, even though you didn’t even like men. And so, with many tears and much screaming, you packed your things and got shipped off to Zaun.
That’s where you stood now - the pearl gates with purple accents were locked before you, the last thing you were to see before entering the kingdom you would spend the rest of your life in. The guards were quick to open the gates for your carriages, and off you went.
You had been to Zaun once before in your childhood, but the country was drastically different now. It thrived, dark aura shooting through the streets and through the bones of every passerby. It wasn’t anything like Piltover. PIltover thrived on the idea of likeness, one way or another forcing every citizen to fall in the same line, copies of each other.
But here. Here, the subjects existed in utter uniqueness. Some rich, some poor, brought together by a common good. Your fear briefly subsided as people lined the street to welcome you. Children threw flower petals as the adults smiled and waved, a welcome that you would’ve never received in the coldness of your own country.
For a moment, it all seemed as if it would be okay. But, the moment ended as the carriage neared the palace. It was gorgeous, in its own defense. Lined with bushes of purple roses, made of old white stone. It was a vision, and a stunning reminder of your reason for being here. Trumpets sounded as your carriage came to a halt and the doors swung open, guards waiting for you as you stepped out.
Cameras were quick to flock to you, flashes coming from each direction, paralyzing you. Your arrival was international news, meaning that every news anchor under the sun was waiting for you, like some kind of celebrity.
You were escorted in and taken to a room, where several chairs rested in a circle. A woman sat next to the king’s spot, presumably a stewardess, and a knight was posted by the door. Otherwise, the room was empty and dark, the least welcoming of anything thus far.
“Princess!” the woman shot up from her seat, rushing to you. “What a pleasure it is to welcome you to Zaun. Please, sit. Her majesty will be with us shortly, she was attending a meeting. Would you like anything to eat? I understand your travels were long.” You gave her a polite no, hardly focusing on anything other than her use of a female pronoun.
Several minutes passed before the doors opened. Her majesty was announced, and you stood with Elora. As she took her seat - the king’s seat - your pulse quickened past anything it ever had. The woman was beyond brooding but undeniably attractive; tall past words, muscle that of a god, neutral expression as if this was a tedious activity. Her hair fell messily from a bun on the back of her head, and you wondered how on earth her stewardess let her get away with that.
“Piltover’s princess,” she spoke, gruffly. “Welcome to Zaun.” Her face was dressed with a smirk, the expression clearly reading that she knew something you didn’t. When you met her eyes, the grey in them sparkled, and her tooth gap poked out from behind the smirk.
“When will I speak with the king? I am to be married and I would love to finally meet the man in question.” You weren’t having the woman’s snideness, not after all that you’d gone through. “If there’s something wrong, I beg you to send me back to Piltover.”
“I am the king, sweetheart. You’re not going anywhere.” Your mouth fell agape.
“You-you’re a woman,” you scoffed, your own bewilderment getting the best of you. You had heard a great deal of rumors about the king from the night staff in Piltover, but you never thought any of them were true.
“Seems that way,” she said flatly. “We are to be married tomorrow in the evening. Your maid will assist you with your dress and whatever else you may need. Elora will tell you everything else you need to know.” She pushed the chair back and stood, not glancing in your direction before walking out of the room.
You looked around frantically, the need for answers polluting your brain. “Before you say anything,” Elora interrupted your breakdown, “I understand that this situation is confusing for someone who comes from such a conservative country. Your answers will come with time. For now, we must get you to your chambers.” She said it as if it was your fault for your lack of understanding. Well, it could've been. Piltover wasn’t a progressive country, and whatever was happening here wasn’t something that would ever happen there.
All you were absolutely sure of is that you were in for one hell of a ride.
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Weddings were typically something that changed the path of someone’s life. It was the covenant bond between two people - souls intertwined, so deeply and passionately in love that they agreed to spend the rest of their lives together. But that wasn’t the situation for you, and it killed you inside.
The wedding was everything someone else could’ve desired. You got any dress you wanted, there was a marvelous party with tables and tables worth of food and drinks. Your family made the trip just to attend. Paparazzi took picture after picture of the ‘hot new happy couple’ - pictures that were worldwide news in moments.
You let yourself enjoy what you could, until it was over. Until the buzz ended and the castle rested for the night. Until you were back in your shared chambers, looking at yourself in the mirror with Sevika nowhere to be found. You figured she was tending to another woman until she abruptly appeared, several buttons of her shirt coming undone at the top.
You turned to her, faced with the inevitable reality of what was to come next on a wedding night. You looked at each other for a moment before she got bored and walked past you, going into the closet to fetch sleepwear.
“So what? That’s it?” You scoffed, embarrassment burning in your face as you looked at the underdressed woman sitting before you.
“What else is there to do? We’re married. It’s over.” You practically shrieked in frustration.
“The seal. What a married couple does on the night of their wedding.” She continued untying her dress shoes before what you said truly set in. Slowly, she glanced up at you, brows knit at your angered expression and arms crossed over your chest.
“Are you trying to say that you wanna fuck?” Your mouth fell agape.
“That’s incredibly crude-”
“We’re not doing that. You’re not ready.” She stood once her shoes were off and you stopped her in her path, finger against her chest. If you weren’t so angry, the position would’ve enamored you. To even meet her eyes, you had to look up… and up, and up. Wisps of her hair flew out across her face, and unfortunately, her uncaring expression was almost attractive. But you hated her. Simple.
“You don’t get to decide what I am and am not ready for. I believe in a seal and we are to do it.” She took your wrist in her hand and squeezed it, moving it away from her chest. Your skin warmed and tingled, the pads of her fingers grazing tightly against your veins.
“You’ll learn here that you don’t always get what you want. I’m returning to my own separate room and staying there. There is no such thing as a seal in Zaun. Goodnight, princess.” She walked away without another word, ignoring your yelling that chased her out the door.
The following two weeks took the same schedule day to day: sleep in separate chambers, eat at separate times, exercise, read, eat dinner together, repeat. Elora insisted that it was merely because the queen was busy, but you reminded her each time that you were also the queen, and therefore should be included in her activities and decisions. It got you nowhere.
The single thing that kept you going was the one event you had in your future; your first public outing with Sevika. You were to go to a children’s hospital and read to them together, and you were beyond excited. Unfortunately, it meant spending time with your estranged wife, but you would suffice.
The day came and you woke before your maid even made it to your bedroom in the morning. You wore the royal equivalent of a sundress - a pale yellow dress that fell to your ankles and covered your shoulders, modest in the eyes of Piltover. You hadn’t yet conformed to the ideals of Zaun yet, and you feared you never would.
Your routine followed its typical schedule, except that you were waiting by the doors once your breakfast was finished. Sevika didn’t pay you a glance before getting into the carriage, leaving you standing at the castle doors like a ditz.
“Nice to see you too.” You gritted out from clenched teeth as you climbed in. The jumble of words already had her sighing and pinching the bridge of her nose. “You act like being around me is the worst curse placed on your bloodline. You understand we’re married, yes?”
“Enough,” she sneered. “Keep talking like that and I’ll turn this carriage around and leave you in the castle,” with a roll of your eyes, you huffed and sank into the seat. “We both must look like we’re in love when we get there. Start practicing, you’re not any good at acting.”
“And how are you so sure?” You snapped.
“You pretend as if I’m the villain and you’re desperate for my attention, but you’re just as miserable as me.” Her expression was flat. “All that matters is that the news doesn’t get an inkling that we’re miserable. Figure it out.”
The carriage came to a halt before you could answer, and the doors swung open moments later. People crowded the hospital, smiling and throwing flowers just like they had when you arrived. Sevika got out first, pausing and extending a hand for you. Begrudgingly, you took it, grinning and waving out at the crowd as you followed in her footsteps.
To your misfortune, the outing had you briefly marveling at Sevika. She worked with children like it was her job, animating stories like nothing you’d seen before, and the children adored it. She knew each of them by name, and talked to them about their stays and how they were managing. For a moment you pondered whether her mean nature was simply a facade, until you were reminded of the conversation in the carriage - all that mattered was how the news viewed you.
Everything went fine until you finally had a moment apart.
A child approached you; short, brown hair, brown eyes, caramel skin. He was adorable, and you were moved as soon as he came up to you and pulled on the skirt of your dress. “Queen,” he said, and you crouched to his height, holding his hands gently. “Why are you and the queen not together?” You sighed.
“Well, the queen isn’t always the nicest person. Sometimes she isn’t very kind to be around. But it’s a good reminder that we should be kind to everyone.” With a quick ‘okay’, he hugged you and ran off, reuniting with the group.
You shared a story reading with Sevika and posed for pictures with the children before leaving, and it struck you that the moment was over the second you sat in the carriage. Your only scheduled outing, only human interaction outside of Elora and the coldness of your wife, over. Just like that.
“I’m setting you up for etiquette lessons.” Sevika drew you away from your train of thought. “You perform terribly in public. Elora will add them into whatever you do during the day.” You groaned, running your hands over your face.
“Not only is that not your place, but you would know what I do during the day if you bothered spending longer than one meal with me. I’m only miserable because I have no interaction with anyone. We’re stuck together whether you like it or not and you better get used to it.”
“You’re not better than me because you insist on getting close immediately.” She pushed you off with a shrug and the carriage remained quiet for the rest of the trip home, you too angry to respond to her digs.
When you returned to the palace, you promptly climbed out of the carriage before her and stormed in and up to your quarters. The situation infuriated you. You decided in the midst of your pacing that you would insist that she let you do things off of the castle grounds, anything, if it meant that you could see and talk to other people.
When you finally manned up enough to talk to her, the doors to your bedroom were being thrown open, and there she was before you. She looked like she could combust at any moment, so angry that the tips of her ears were red. “I was just about to-” she cut you off, crowding into the room and slamming the door behind her.
“Shut up. What the fuck is this?” She threw a newspaper at you and you caught it. Glancing down, you read the first page - “Problems in the Palace?”. The front page article was next to a picture of you with the boy you talked to in the hospital, and it went into detail about the things you said to him.
“I made a mistake, it's not the end of the world, Sevika. You’re overdramatizing this.” She ran her hands through her hair, gripping the roots harshly.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about. Nobody cares about where you’re from or what happens there. This is global news! This could end trade agreements and public relations. Are you fucking dense?” You cringed, realizing the reality of the situation.
“I was honest about our situation to a child. We’ll have every other outing to disprove that idea.” She groaned and you rolled your eyes, popping a hip out and placing your hand on it.
“Honest? Is that what you call it? We don’t speak to one another. There isn’t any unkindness in my palace. Get a grip.” Your anger was already growing, but her insistence on pretending as if your feelings didn’t matter only got you going further.
“No unkindness? What do you call what happened in the carriage? Or our wedding night?” She laughed, loud and howling, before looking at you with an angry grin.
“That’s what this is all about? The fact that I refused to fuck you a month ago?” You ran your hands over your face once again, hoping that it would wash away the sight in front of you. Talking to her was like talking to a wall, but on the mild occasion, the wall was correct.
“It was the seal of our marriage. It mattered to me. I hardly even consider us married. But that doesn’t outweigh every other time you’ve been an absolute dick to me.” She rolled her eyes, stepping towards you to lean against the pillar of your bed.
“Hey princess, what actually happens during the seal?” She taunted. You couldn’t formulate an idea. Any discussion of reproduction was one that wasn’t had in Piltover - not to mention how it works with another woman. She laughed again when your gaze fell to your feet and your thumbs twiddled together. “You don’t even know what you’re talking about and you expect me to fuck you?”
“God forbid not all of us sleep around nightly. I’m sure you’ve had a new woman in your bed every night since I got here, but I wouldn’t know since we don’t even share quarters!” Your voice rose and she was in your face in seconds, bent over you.
“Do not ever make the assumption that just because I don’t like you I am not loyal to you. You are my wife and I treat you like such. I would never court another woman.” Strangely, your heart warmed.
“Then why won’t you do it with me? You claim I’m your wife. Teach me if you insist I know so little.” Her eyes closed, the ability to keep looking at you becoming taxing, as she released a harsh breath through her nose.
“You must be absolutely sure that this is what you want. I still don’t think you’re ready. Have you ever even kissed anyone?” She met your eyes, brows knit.
“Well- no. But I can’t imagine that it’s that difficult-” Her head rolled back and she moved away from you with a groan. On instinct you reached out, grabbing her flesh wrist.
“Jesus,” she pulled you in by your grip on her wrist and caught your jaw in her mech hand, leaning down to kiss you with no hesitation. Your eyes shot open as her mouth found your own, but they fluttered closed as you leaned into the kiss. The metal of her hand was cool against the warm blush in your cheeks.
Her flesh hand curled around your waist as your hands came up behind her neck, pulling you into her warm, hard body. You moaned when her tongue ran along your lip, opening your mouth to let her in. Her tongue ran over your own, sucking on it and pulling moans from your body like it was nothing.
And like that, she pulled away, leaving you dazed, pupils blown, lips swollen. “There you go, princess. First kiss.” Your stomach turned, warmth pooling in your panties. She was cocky, looking at you like she knew exactly what you were thinking and feeling.
“That was nice,” you squeaked, head too full of lewd thoughts to say much more. She laughed again, less harsh this time, as she bent down and placed a gentle kiss under your ear. Your hands gripped her large shoulders, nails digging into them over the fabric of her night shirt.
“Nice, huh? ‘s that all you have to say, sweetheart? Need you to use your words for me.” Your grip got even tighter. She pressed another kiss into the column of your throat. “That got you going, didn’t it?” You nodded frantically as her teeth pulled at your skin, tongue darting out immediately after.
“Vika,” you whined, making her move to make eye contact with you. “I want more.” She could’ve moaned right then, but she chose to lift you by your waist instead, dropping you onto your bed. Your hair fanned out on your pillow, night dress riding up your thigh. You were a sight.
Sevika kneeled between your legs, spreading them carefully as she planned her next move. Gently, she ran her thumb along your heat, making you twitch and moan. “This is your cunt. She belongs to me, y’know that bunny? She’s all mine.” Her hand came down over your cunt with a precise slap and you whimpered, gripping the sheets. “If you want to stop, you need to tell me, princess.”
“No, no, don’t stop Vika, please.” Your hips rolled off the bed as you attempted to meet her hand once again. “It’s so warm, need you.” Her pupils were blown, watching you practically hump the air in need.
“It’s ‘cause you’re wet, sweetheart. You’ll get what you need eventually.” She leaned over you, hands pushing your thighs up to make room for herself. She kissed your neck, leaving more marks throughout, until she had worked her way down to the neck of your nightdress. “Can I take this off?” You nodded again, earning you another slap against your clit. “Words.”
“Yes Sevi,” you whined. She lifted the garment over you, leaving you in nothing but your panties. She wasted no time attaching her mouth to your boob, sucking your nipple into her mouth and rolling it between her tongue. “Feels so good.” She moaned around your boob, only sucking harder.
By the time she was done with your tits, you were sure hours had gone by. You were absolutely soaked, clit beating so harshly you were sure you were going to explode. She left open mouthed kisses across your ribs and stomach until she finally got to where you needed her most. “Tell me it’s okay for me to continue.”
“It-it’s okay, please, Vika.” She slipped your panties down your legs and her own shirt over her head, leaving you bare. For a moment, she just looked at your pussy, marveling at it.
And then, of course, she took a fat lick from the bottom up to your clit, swirling her tongue around it before sucking it into her mouth. You cried out, locking your hand in her hair as your other hand gripped the sheets tightly. You pushed her head down and she moaned, drunk off the feeling of your cunt in her mouth.
Sevika wouldn’t admit it to you, but she had wanted you since the day she met you. The day in the conference room, where you gave her attitude right off the bat. She wanted you so bad that she had to restrict how often she saw you so that this inevitable event could be prevented. She knew you didn’t want to be here and was sure you didn’t actually want to sleep with her outside of the obligation to.
Yet, here you were, crying and moaning like this was the best thing to ever happen to you. She fucked you with her tongue until your thighs were locking around her head, and she let them, licking up every single drop as you came for the first time.
Tears poured from your eyes when she didn’t let up, middle finger probing your entrance before you could come down from your orgasm. “Sev, it’s so much,” you whimpered as her finger slid into you with ease. She could barely respond as she watched you take her finger like it was nothing.
“You’re such a good girl, bunny. Suckin’ me in like you need it to live.” She crooked her finger, hitting the special spot inside of you and you shrieked. “There she is, that’s my girl. Can’t wait to fuck you with my cock.” She pushed another finger into you and you cried at the stretch, the burning feeling disappearing soon after when she hit that spot again. “Gonna stretch you out nice and well, how’s that sound, sweet girl?” You moaned, a third finger circling you. You wondered how big she was if it meant you had to take three fingers to fit her.
She fucked you through your second orgasm, sucking her fingers clean once you finished. She was palming her bulge through her pants, waiting for you to regain your ability to speak. “We don’t have to do anything you aren’t ready for.” She was trying and desperately failing to maintain a calm persona, but she was so hard it hurt and the idea of fucking you dumb was making her head spin.
You sat up, replacing her hand with your own. “I want to,” you looked up at her as you copied the motions she had just done. She cursed, eyes rolling back as her flesh had shot out to your wrist. She didn’t stop you, but she held your wrist like it was a lifeline.
“Get on your knees,” you did as told, scrambling up and lowering onto your knees in front of the bed. Your hands rested on your thighs and you waited as she discarded her pants and boxers. The sight of her from below was stunning - tits out, abs glistening, dick waiting for you. You stuck your tongue out, knowing nothing but the fact that you wanted it in your mouth.
It was big, bigger than you could’ve imagined. You’d hardly ever seen one, only once in a movie that you had smuggled into Piltover, and hers was nothing like the one in the movie. Her veins curved around it and it twitched when she placed the tip into your open mouth. You closed your mouth around it, sucking, and she moaned like a bitch in heat.
“You’re so fuckin’-so fuckin’ pretty, baby. Fuck, jus’ like that.” Her hands tangled in your hair, pulling you further into her until you gagged around her. “C’mon, just a bit more, you sound so pretty.” Tears ran down your cheeks as you sucked her in as far as you could, mouth full to the brim.
Abruptly, she pulled your head back, letting you take a deep breath. Your tongue lolled out again, wanting her back in your mouth, but she shook her head. “If I put my dick back in your mouth I’ll cum.” You sighed.
“I want you to.” She shook her head again, lifting you onto the bed while you giggled.
“How ‘bout I fill your pretty cunt instead?” She dropped you down, pushing your thighs up to your chest. She ran her tip over your clit before hooking it into your entrance and beginning to push in. She could hardly contain herself, groaning before the first inch was even in.
Once she had you stretched so far that you doubted your ability to walk in the morning, she began her pace, fucking you slowly. She leaned over you, head falling into the crook of your shoulder as she fucked you as deep as she could. “You’d look so good, full of my babies. Wanna breed you until you can’t even see straight.”
Your back arched off the bed, clenching around her. She sat up, mech thumb rubbing circles into your clit while her flesh hand pushed down on your tummy. The bulge of her dick poked up and she almost came just off the picture of it. “Fuck Vika,” you moaned as she hit the spongy spot that you needed her most. “Please cum in me,” you begged, reaching out to pull her in. “Please, please cum in me.”
“Filthy fucking princess,” Her pace quickened, “what would they think if they all saw you now? Begging to get your cunt filled like a dirty whore?” The tone switch had you screaming and scratching down her back. “Bet you’d like if everyone saw you like this.”
“Sev, please don’t stop I’m so close, please-" the air was punched out of you as she lifted you and flipped you, pushing down on the back of your throat to get you to arch. She was fucking you so hard that you could barely breath, using her grip around your throat to pull you back onto her dick.
Her hand came down on your ass, slapping it so hard that red bloomed in the shape of it. “I’ve wanted you for so fucking long, bunny,” she groaned, “thought about you every time I came.” You clenched so hard you worried she wouldn’t be able to thrust.
It wasn’t a lie, even though she was embarrassed to admit it. Your pretty lips and even prettier hips, always in dresses that fit you so well. There wasn’t a time where she didn’t look at you and think about taking you right then and there. At night, when the castle had quieted and she came in ropes to the scent of your panties on her face, she was disgusted in herself, but you were just so perfect.
She was done for when your little ‘uh uh uh’s started, pounding you so far into the mattress everyone in the castle could hear. “Vika, ‘m gonna-”
“C’mon, sweetheart. Come with me, make a mess, please,” you never thought that Sevika would be the type to beg and neither did she, but she needed you to come so bad it was all she could think about.
Your legs shook, coming so close to giving out that she had to hold you in place. You came with a snap in your stomach for what felt like an eternity, and Sevika was close behind you. She lifted you, pulling you against her chest as she continued fucking into you. “Can I cum in you?” she groaned. “Please, please I’ll be good, I’ll be nice, whatever you want just- fuck, let me fill you up.” You whimpered, soaking her dick.
“Yes, Vika, cum in me.” She pushed you back down and was coming seconds later, curses falling from her lips as she used you. It was truly a miracle how much she came, ropes and ropes coating you until you were swollen.
She pulled out and collapsed next to you, unable to hold herself up any longer. You flipped over and laid back, cum dripping out of you as you panted. When Sevika had regained conscious thought, she was quickly back between your legs, using her tongue as a means to clean you up. “You did so fucking good,” she mumbled as she left soft kisses across your thighs.
She got you a towel and clothes, cleaning you and dressing you like you were a doll. She didn’t leave, happily opting to lay in bed with you for the rest of the night. “I’m sorry for being so cold, princess. I figured you hated me for having you here.” You snuggled into her chest further.
“I did in the beginning, but I’m sure we’ll get along great eventually.” She kissed the top of your head, breathing slowly, and you laid like that until the both of you drifted off into sleep. Maybe this arrangement wouldn’t be so bad after all.