Befitting (NSFW)

Violet coughed a few times and began dusting off her jeans. Explosions always caused the same mayhem and she always found herself coated in a layer of gunk, dust, and blood. "Urgh. Need to come up with a cleaner way to kill large amounts of people. Or maybe plant and explode the bombs before I'm inside?" She shrugged, "where's the fun in that?"

She leaned down and pull out a few shards of glass from her right leg, "where did this? There was glass?" Shaking her head in defeat she opened the door leading into her hideaway and walked towards her room.

She paused a few feet from the archway, and tried to hide her smile. Kieren was pacing, not necessarily paying attention, just pacing, clearly waiting for her return. "You're going to put holes in the floor and I can guarantee you that magical floor is more expensive."

A flicker of relief, a disgruntled expression. Violet met him halfway and after a brief kiss attempted to push into her room, only to be met with a barrage of questions and an indignant stance. "Why did you not come back with them? I almost killed them. I thought they had done something to you. Why are you always covered in someone else's blood?"

Violet dragged him by the hand, quite easily into her room, answering his questions with a teasing lilt, "why would you kill them? They looked as though a glare from you could easily finish them, and you know they're not exactly strong enough to take me on. Now…"

She placed a finger over his mouth, "I know you have questions, and as always, I have answers, but first there is something you and I need to do. I know I said I wanted you to lay low, but if this is true, well it's going to change everything. You still need to stay hidden but I need you to come with me…"

"… Kieren, are you even listening to-"

She was pushed against a wall as a tongue slyly licked against her neck. "K-Kieren! Do NOT give me that look… this is… importa-"

Kieren looked into her eyes smugly as his lips pressed against hers, he let out a rough yet soft moan for show and grabbed her legs picking her up to wrap them around his waistline. Violet attempted to resist as she felt the outline of his dick pressing against her even through her clothes. "Kieren" it came out more like a plea and Violet melded into his body in resignation.

The slow kiss turned passionate and brazen, they were rubbing against each other, delicious friction in the right places, sweet moans. Kieren bit down on her lips drawing blood only to lick it clean, they parted for a moment.

"Kieren, I'm dirty, my clothes are covered in muck and-"

He shushed her again with his lips as he began thrusting forward slowly, "I'm great a solutions babe, and you already gave in-" he pressed his outline further against her as proof, "just once. Promise"

He gave her that devilish grin that usually spelled soreness for Violet and began removing her clothes, using them as a second layer to remove the dirt from her skin. Violet tried to remain sane, but there was something so erotic and meticulous in the way he could scrub her skin while very sexually removing her clothes.

She found herself clawing off his shirt as the desire to feel his blazing heat all around and inside her reached a peak. Kieren zealously observed her reactions as he brought a brazen mouth to a nipple. Violet gasped in delight as they both began to lose control, Kieren's last shred of sanity snapped when Violet reached down and into his jeans touching, stroking, spreading the slight ooze coming from his tip.

It was a fierce embrace turned wild, he thrust in with little to no control, groaning at the searing tightness. He began pounding her into the wall, over and over, harder and harder. Her feet never once touched the floor as he held her in a controlled position bouncing her up and down onto his hard shaft brimming with desire.

— — —

He felt as her thighs began to tighten in anticipation, a view he would never allow others to see. The way her head tilted back and her eyes began to flutter, the way her ardent body began to squeeze him so tight he could just as easily explode. She let out an erotic moan, intertwined with his name. Kieren's eyes lit up, a fierce blue, a possessive dominant hue riddled with untamed lust.

He increased his speed as the shadow of her orgasm began to settle on her face.

He crashed their lips together sucking and biting chasing that indescribable high only Violet could provide. Her nails dug into his back and a breathless gasps once more echoed his name. He released with a "fuck" and brought both hands to her ass, pushing himself in deeper, deeper, deeper.

Violet relaxed onto his shoulder, sweating, breathing heavily, with her eyes still closed. She let out a satisfied hum as Kieren led them still entangled into the shower. He kissed her forehead lovingly, "Quick shower? Then you can fill me in on whatever is it that you want me to do, okay?"

— — —

One day, one day Violet would stop falling for those gorgeous eyes, that stunning smile, that body, and the whispers of "just once."

It was never just once with Kieren, she had dragged herself out of the shower, three rounds and almost an hour and a half later, covered in bite marks and hickies, much to his grief as he desperately tried to convince her that whatever it was it could wait "a little bit longer."

She scoffed causing a large burly man walking past her to stare, she stared back unperturbed, he blushed, she looked away. She was being shadowed and it would be best if the walking jar of jealousy didn't kill unreasonably… although by the deadly aura that was now causing the man to shiver, he might find it reasonable.

Violet was walking through a crowded city square, the center of a large town in Germany. She has asked him to stay hidden but she was now doubting his resolve or obsession with her. She made slight eye contact once more reminding him that she would kick his ass if he exposed himself, she watched him shrink back into the shadows, threat eliminated… for now.

The past few weeks spent together had cemented the slightly (not that slight) obsessive nature to Kieren's love. The constant need to have his lips on hers or his hands touching some part of her.

Kieren seemed unable to sleep if she wasn't next to him and the moment anyone came to close to touching her his menacing aura seemed to leak. Weather that was unintentional or not was yet to be determined.

Violet rounded a corner as she dragged herself out of her musings, the next few steps had to be executed perfectly if her plan for some privacy was to work. The pre-drawn runes on her hands shimmered as she concentrated, left one first.

— — —

In a high end, yet minimalistic restaurant sat a beautiful woman, she was sipping on tea while eating a peach fruit and quark pastry. She was cutting the pastry into small careful pieces as she turned the page of a book.

This was a weekly occurrence, once a week she escaped her guards and as long as she returned within her three hour timeframe nobody would come looking. It was one of the few moments of privacy she was still allowed.

The woman looked up as strong gust of wind rattled her table, her fork clattered to the floor with a quiet ping. She frowned, the fork was now useless, she bent down to grab it but was intercepted by young woman in a hat.

Her eyes widened, but only barley as the fork was placed back on her table. "If you like the theme of that book you should visit the bookstore two blocks over, very old almost dilapidated looking, it hides some very interesting volumes." The raven haired beauty shot the woman a smile and disappeared back out the front door.

The second rune began to shimmer as the woman carefully rose from her seat as she followed the bouncing black hair out the door and down the street.

Violet paused as she turned on a corner to make sure that the rune had taken effect and that she was indeed being followed.

Violet opened the door, it really was a bookstore at some point in time, although it was clearly abandoned now. Violet had prepped it in advance, so in the very center of the spacious room there sat a table and two chairs. Violet took a seat facing the door as Anastasia walked in.

Violet grinned, "What ever would you do if this was a plan to kill you, your majesty?"

Anastasia frowned, "you have my son, where is he?"

Violet laughed freely, she removed the hat and pulled back the collar of her sweater revealing a trail of love marks, "I can assure you, your son is quite alright, better than ever I could even claim. But, while we're on the topic, I am here to ask about him, well an extension of him I suppose."

"Violet Zaraa, I warned you once not to force my hand and you went ahead and forced it in every single way possible, this will end with your death. Kieren must return, war is brewing and he should only be focusing on becoming king. It matters not if he's slept with you, he will still be king and you will be nothing-"

Violet held up a hand while shrugging dismissively, "you know, I'm going to stop you right there, I've always had such an issue with authority. God, I just hate being told what to do and or what I'll amount too. You know, almost everyone who has staked a claim on what I would amount too is dead. But you make an interesting point…"

She waved her hands around noticing the way the queen tensed, "would I still amount to nothing if I were to say something crazy like ohhh… I don't know… I'm pregnant and it's Kieren's?"

Violet grinned as Anastasia clutched her chest half rising from her chair… "WHAT?"

"Yes exactly your majesty, that look on your face, borderline panic, but not the 'oh my child got some dumb broad pregnant' you see that look of panic on your face. Delicious, but it just screams this news, no, it cannot be, it's going to bring the world crashing down, Anastasia, why would that matter, why would that change the world? Why have you made Kieren promise never to have kids?"

"No, you're right, my question is still too indirect…" Violet grinned at the stunned queen, "my dearest Anastasia, who is truly Kieren's father?"