Body & Soul

Chapter Three

Wake up, food, touching, all to be left alone in a room for hours. At least the bed was comfortable. Rose was allowed to read books and sing along to an old antique record player. Finding comfort in the homelike ambiance. Remembering her days of performing for the crowds of Ionia. The beautiful melody harmonized by her angelic tone. Viktor could hear her from his lab. A warm feeling filled his metal heart. Shaking off the feelings he's worked so hard to destroy. He finds a lust build within him. A dangerous thing.

Viktor had plenty of dresses for Rose to wear. Changing her was easy this was. Slipping the thin fabrics over her head, while chained by ankle. Taking his sweet time to catch any slip, curve and bounce.

The man had prepared for her stay long enough. In order for Viktor to trust Rose, he insists on being with her in her most private moments. Sitting on his designated stool to watch her shower wasn't as bad as having to relieve herself. Having him stand in the doorway with his back to her felt embarrassing, degrading. It's surprising he has a bathroom at all, he could care less about those things. They weren't of use to him, she thought.

Viktor may not feel love the way he used to. His obsession over the woman was the closest thing to it. Fueling the strong desire to paint himself as a constant part of her life. He's built up an expectancy, bonding them closer. No one else could have her. Not now. She belongs to him. Even if she wasn't ready to admit it.

The blanket of false admiration, having his undying attention, was a beautiful lie. In moments of clarity, she sees it as invasive. Viktor doesn't care in the slightest. Viktor felt proud. What an accomplishment it was to have successfully captured Rose. Still in need of taming of course. To de-thorn her, would be most satisfying.

Being this close to her excited him. Means of his plan were well underway. She was on the brink of giving in.
Wearing her down, ginger advances, a good tactic at keeping the Rose he fell for alive in her beingness. He couldn't afford to lose that. Breaking these boundaries in some form of comfort wasn't easy. Today, he would take a step further.

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"Y-You know you don't have to be in here, I promised I wouldn't run," Rose stood in a curtain-less shower. Her lips a shade of blue and her voice shaken. Being in the Undercity, the plumbing wasn't cared for like Piltover's. Her curves shiver under the spray of cold water runing down her body, "I-It's not like I have anywhere t-to run," she tries to rationalize how unnecessary it is for him to sit and watch her. Violating her with those cold, amber eyes. Viktor squints with displeasure "I prefer to watch~I enjoy the view" an attempt to charm her, he holds his gaze. Crossing his arms, he leans back with a smirk.

Turning her face away with an answer she didn't care for, she continued to wash the days of solitude off. Even when he visits her in the room, she still feels so lonely.

With weak attempts, Rose tries to angle her body in ways to hide her most private places. She couldn't hide in the slightest. Viktor was entranced by her beauty. He'd undress her with his eyes, for not the nudity of her cleansing. His pants grew tight. His bulge pressing against his metallic palm, hiding it from the red-haired woman. Unable to remove his stare, he follows her hands as they lather the bar of soap against her skin. He was lost in deep thoughts. Admiring the softness of her flesh, her figure holds such femininity, noting the plumper mounds bounce with each swipe that leave glistening suds. Her nipples harden from the cold temperature provided. Imagining his tongue playing with the sweet flesh. Oh how perfectly soft, in fact, breed-able she looks. His thoughts are feral. Cautious not to act too forward, for he could destroy the work he's put in to get this far. She's still shy and scared. He let's out a low groan to sing the song his groin can't suppress.

She could see him adjusting his hips whenever her hands brushed over those areas, causing her to turn her back to him, "My sweet~" turning ever so slowly to meet the man's lustful expression. Looking her up and down through lidded eyes, he breathes deeply, burning with desire. She turns to him with raised brows, cupping her breasts in her arm, "You've missed a few spots," Viktor slides his stool closer. Pointing to the exact places he'd been looking over. Rose has learned to give him chances. Trying her hardest not to flinch since he felt it was rude and pissed him off.

Hugging her chest tightly while his fingers brush closer to the place she'd been hiding from his view, the lump in her stomach defeats her hold of composure. A small whimper escapes her, "No need to be shy, I am only helping," her pout made him chuckle "Allow me to help~" Rose takes a beat, scanning his perfectly chiseled face. Her eyes kissing his mole in the process. The longing in his eyes convinced her. Naively, with a simple nod, she indulges his need to touch her.

He scoots himself even closer. His shins met the side of the tub. She watches him remove his metal glove, grabbing a washcloth from the wall. Rose hugs herself a little tighter from the eager attitude he's conveyed. Viktor catches on to her frightened form. Her eyes widen as they meet his, "Rose, you've been here long enough to know this is the way that things are~this is your life now~you must accept it" lost in his speech is when she feels the washcloth against her abdomen and the touch of his new fingers glide with the wet fabric.

Rose can't help but stare at his new skin. Thinking of what the hexcore did to him. He catches on and pouts. Playing sweet with her, "I'm aware my new body can be—a lot to take in—even startling" he moves to her hips, rubbing circles, playing with her plumpness. Smiling to himself, knowing she wasn't going to try anything, he works his way up, "I'm still me miláček, just improved" Rose can't help but see the clear difference of his massive body size to hers, with just one hand holding her waistline. It sends a shiver through her.

He's worked his way up, stopping at her chest, "I won't hurt you~" this is his moment, waiting for her to give in. Unraveling an other layer to the sweet spot he's been craving. He delicately takes hold of her arm, using the water to lubricate the skin on skin contact. Sliding his fingers in between the arm and breast, "Please Miláček~" Rose can't help but fall into this intoxicating trap. The comfort he's giving feels like safety, home, love. It feels good. The water magically started to warm. She feels weak under his touch, "~share yourself with me~"

At last, Rose let's her arm fall to hug her waist. Feeling a rush of regret and excitement build within her. The guilt of wanting him to touch her along with pleasing his requests caused Rose to close her eyes. Head fallen as she awaits his course of action. Viktor takes a finger to her collar bone and drags it down, playing with her sternum. Drawing a map of curiosity up towards her heart, down to cup her breast. Turning her face away from embarrassment, squeezing her eyes tighter. Viktor let's out a breath of awe, ignoring her antics. Too busy taking in her entirety. He'd never touched a woman. Only in his wildest dreams. Which weren't many.

"Gods, you're beautiful~" her breath hitches at his words. His thumb rolls the hardened nub, admiring the pink flush of color. He felt playful, pleased with himself to see her finally obey. He watches her face for a reaction, seeing her jaw tense in internal battles she fights within her closed eyes, "T-Thank you" was all she could respond with. Biting down a whimper, he found so sweet, so shy. It turned him on. A little too much.

The sound of the washcloth hitting the tub broke the silence between them. Viktor can't help himself anymore. Hands at each side of her face, without a word he kisses her deeply, eagerly. Not wasting a damn second for her to back down.

Eyes now wide open, she's frozen. Her hands hung in the air while her mind catches up to the moment. The feeling was good she couldn't deny that. Plus, the fantasy she's living is something she'd longed for. For so long she dreamed of this moment. Yet... Why did it have to be this way? With enough time that's passed, the reminder that she's stuck here with him hit hard. Knowing the fight was a losing game. She finally gives in. The warmth of the water washes her with confidence.

It's just a kiss after all... While naked...

Viktor wraps his hands around her back to slid them down her figure. Grabbing her plump ass and giving it a squeeze. Rose moans into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. He takes the signs to continue his exploration. Sliding one hand to her front, while the other wraps around her waist, holding her in place, she yelps at the sudden finger prying at her entrance.

Breaking the kiss, Rose felt her flight kick in. The weight of what they're doing was too heavy for her to keep a level head. She couldn't help but begin to push back, setting a boundary. Though his groan reminded her of how many times she's led him on,"I-I'm sorry, I'm still not read-" Viktor wears a wicked smile that makes Rose cut off. The air within her is stolen by fear. He shakes his head and laughs. The audacity of this woman. So touchy, indecisive. Had he made the wrong choice? She's given clear signs. Then pulls back when they get to the good part.

His fingers slide up the back of her head, gripping her hair in a fist of fury, she cries out pleading with him. This doesn't stop the stare down, "You've kept me waiting long enough~" vision blurred with tears, terror washes over her. Giving him the advantage to pull her back in position, "This is all for you anyways~" her purrs. Keeping a knee between her legs. His grip loosens, caressing the tender skin he's roughened.

"Don't fight it Miláček~" he dips his head, lips pressed against her ear while his fingers explore her folds once again. Rose filled with fear and lust can't fight this battle. Not daring to anger him, she rests her hands on his shoulders. Holding in her cry. She felt a tornado of feeling. Scared, angry, weak, lust. It was too overwhelming to consider at the moment.
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A knot builds in her stomach with the clockwise attendance to her pearl "You know you want this, you've wanted this from the moment we met," she can feel him smile in her ear, voice lowering into a teasingly dark whisper "you love how my fingers fuck you, hm?" eyes shut tightly to suppress the cry of bliss that burned deep in her core.
Viktor began to plant kisses on her jaw, while her shoulder blades dug into the shower wall. He held her there. Reminding her of his strength and power, "You're mine~" he growls, planting an other kiss on her jaw, "say you belong to me~" he cooes, pressing her forehead against his. Locking her in position.

Rose felt her lips part, losing her control as he adds a second finger, making a beckoning motion. Gasping, she lets out her sweet cries. The lewd sounds filling the atmosphere. She now helplessly wraps her arms around his shoulders. Struggling to hold herself up. Her limbs felt like jelly, going limp with each pump.
Obeying his command, she moans out "I-I belong to you~" The bridges of their noses link, "You're being so good for me~" Viktor adds a third finger, cupping her entire woman hood in his palm. Rose opens her legs as wide as she could. Giving him full access. He wraps an arm around her to hold her up. Using his palm to stimulate her clit while he cups his fingers to create a gap within her. The new strength of his arm moved her entire body, strong suction, playing with her sensitivity. Reading her face for signs of her building climax. He could call her a pet and puppet by the looks of it.

Her moans growing louder and unapologetic, "You're sweet sounds are music to my ears~" Viktor picks up the pace, keeping the cupping shape of his fingers. Hitting the spot she sung the loudest, "Sing for me~" Rose begins to feel the build of her heat. Her voice grows pitchy, struggling to breathe. The heat of the shower and Viktor holding her up by her pussy. Working the inserted fingers to her need. Rose was practically saddling his hand. Her toes barely touching the tub floor.

Rose's arms fall to his chest, rolling her hips, deepening his fingers in desperate need for more, "Cum on my fingers Miláček~" pushing her to the edge, his fingers curl to torture the sweet spot. The knot within her explodes. All Rose could see were stars. Unraveling on his fingers. Her knees lift to his elbow, her weight was nothing. Viktor smiles at the sight.

Wanting to push her, Viktor kept his hold in her pussy. Her legs tremble from overstimulation. Even after she was finished he kept going. Needing more of her obedience, orgasmic submission, "P-Please Viktor~It's too much" flimsy attempts at his hand humored him. How small she was compared to him was comical. Rose begs through gasps of whatever air she could grasp.
His mind filled with flashing images of her taking him. Would he crush her? Would she cry? Could he truly break her? Only the gods could tell their future.
Viktor wasn't quite finished yet, "You can take it~my sweet~just a bit more" Hearing her whine his name, pleas and cries. Begging him to stop, unraveling on his fingers over and over. It made him hard, "Viktor-please-I-I-can't", losing herself once again, she coats his fingers with the last of what she can give. A low song leave her lips. Her chest rising unevenly. Unable to wind down. He knew, she was under his complete control. Feeding into his obsession. A most glorious victory was his.

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"You taste sweet~" Rose stares in awe as Viktor licks the reminisce of her bliss from his fingers. Gulping at the sight, she's left speechless. Giving her one last kiss before cleaning the aftermath.
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He wraps a towel around her. He looked truly happy with himself. First time finger fucking a woman, making her cum all over his fingers. Viktor felt proud. Scooting back to give her room to climb out, she's barely able to stand on her own. Almost falling out of the tub, Viktor catches her. Unable to deny the chuckle that escapes him, "My newfound strength has done quite a number on you~" he hugs her close to him. Caressing her back while she's buried her face in the crevice of his neck. Dying of embarrassment, she doesn't speak a word. Only leaning into his hold. "Let's take this to the bedroom~hm?" Without her input, he lifts her into a bridal hold, sweeping her away "It seems only fair, plus you're all stretched out for me~" the devilish smile he gives. Rose can't help but pray to whatever gods there may be.

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