In the last chapter, our debonair gentleman invited our scorned King-in-Waiting to arrive at a pub on the outskirts so they can clear up everything and lay out plans for the future. This chapter begins with Ekko escorting Viktor to said pub after he bribed the stable hand with coins and took a coach carriage and two horses. Ekko spends an hour whistling, remarking that if Viktor put a good word in to Silco that'd be great - and he needs that word in order to marry Powder. Viktor mentally remarks he's not sure himself if he's in his father's favour; indeed, that magical pen of his hasn't been found for a few chapters.
Despite this being an incognito mission, Viktor still wears the colours of his people - a green scarf - and steps out to the pub. It's on the 'last civilized district' of Piltover, and rather run down with what appears to be a leaky roof. He gives Ekko the money to stable the horses - bills, now, not coins as before, because we're consistent like that - and enters the tavern. He sees the love of his life near the back, next to a stone staircase covered with 'straw and cloth that mimicked tiles', and one has to wonder why you are decorating stone with cheap carpet unless you want people to fall down it like it's a slip'n'slide. The place looks more like a brothel than something out of Piltover, where people wash the floor with rags and the place smells so greasy it has to be covered up with chamomile hanging from the ceiling.
Jayce looks rough for wear: he spent the whole night riding and has nothing but his brown coat open and his arms on the table, forgoing etiquette and showing himself as One of the Guys. Viktor notices the promise ring on his finger and thinks, sourly, that he 'didn't agree to marry (me) either'. A 'busty server' comes over to place a bouquet of chamomile and rosemary between them and gives them a menu written in a 'cursive, uneven hand'. Jayce says he's not interested in drinking, to which the server replies that if he doesn't order anything, he either has to leave or attend the second floor where sexual services are offered (it's not explicitly stated, but you can deduce that that's exactly what it is). Viktor orders a raspberry mead and asks Jayce if it goes well with the grog he's drinking. Jayce asks how he knows he's drinking grog, and Viktor replies that the 'smell of lemon and rum' gave him away. Jayce jokingly remarks that Viktor is an expert on alcohol, to which Viktor clarifies that he somewhat is: Vander, before he was crowned monarch, ran a distillery business and had him taste the wines he was making. He gave Vi and Powder grape juice, but he was allowed to drink at 11-12 years old. This gave him a taste for alcoholic flavours and the refined tongue he's known for.
While Jayce says that Silco is a 'man...a tough man' which made me go 'no shit', but not before I thought the author was talking about Vander. In any case, he hasn't answered his letters in a while (so much for that magic pen that can be used at any time, on any piece of paper) and Viktor describes his youth a little. He was idealistic when young, before hardening with age, becoming more hostile after the war. He says that Silco will 'kill him' for what he's gotten the kingdom into. I am in agreement with that; does anyone remember the hemlock vial he had on his person that Bolbok gave him? Yeah, that disappeared out of nowhere.
Before Viktor can grumble about the trouble he's in further, Jayce produces the letter Lest gave him that will exonerate Viktor. It outlines the Frowning Friends' and General Medarda's plans which predictably include annexation and a false flag to start a war (the last part isn't explicitly written either, but that is directly implied. Remind you of anything?). Viktor feels stupid, as he should, for not noticing he was surrounded by vultures and murderers. It wasn't like they were being subtle about it; Salo, Hoskel, and Bolbok are never secretive about what they do. And would you look at that - the poison vial I mentioned that was seemingly forgotten is now mentioned! They wanted to frame the Zaunites as the main ingredient for the poison doesn't grow in Piltover but in Zaun (it was actually Noxus, but better to frame a rival kingdom than a foreign one) and their arrival was kept secret for months until the King was sick enough for them to spring their trap. Epic, right?
As it turns out, Heimerdinger has sons and it took until Chapter 10 to bring them up. They're ambassadors and have no clue what is happening to their father because they don't have spies or loyalists in their court, or anything. The Frowning Friends want to assassinate everyone so they can become regents, including Cassandra who is next in line for the throne. Of course, one wonders why Viktor wasn't simply t
aken to jail for accusations of regicide or attempted assassination, when the entire plot of Chapter 8 was how he allegedly poisoned the king. Glad we forgot that important element. We are also forgetting that the Kings sons would have to be called back to court - and they somehow haven't despite their father's illness - and are not included in said assassination plot. It would take them three weeks to return to Piltover and we Do Not Have Time to warn them. You'd think this would've been brought up or mentioned in Chapter 5 or something.
Jayce proposes that they send them letters to warn them of the plot. Viktor objects, saying he doesn't have the authority to summon them, but Jayce insists he has ways of getting them to come over: by simply saying that Heimerdinger is dying. Yeah, OK. They still have the logistical problems of sending them speed-mail, so Jayce resorts to simple bribery. The son, Frederick, is an ambassador to Shurima, so they find a kid who's willing to mail it out quicker. He of course says that such a distance requires more money, so Jayce gives him more money. He apparently is one of the 'richest men in Piltover', which is a far cry from was said in Chapter 7 and how he was of a lesser house. Viktor then gives up his scarf, which is made of lotus silk, one of the most expensive fabrics in the world. The kid is happy with the gift and Jayce doesn't have to sell his horse.
When the server returns, her neckline is even lower, showing more of her tits. She gives Jayce an envelop with a key to the fifth room upstairs. This is where the smut - the actual, proper smut - must start. Before we get to that, Viktor asks him if he comes here often. He replies that he does, because he gets illicit material here without question. We also find out, and get, our Oh. O
h moment because 'raspberry mead' is code for wanting a room to fuck, and Viktor didn't pay enough attention to notice that detail. Viktor asks Jayce how he possibly knows that detail, and he raises his hands innocently. Of course, he's not into t
hose women. Viktor then asks if he does know the upper floors, to which he replies that if he did, he would do it only with him. He lays it on thicker by asking if Viktor prefers 'elegant rooms in other people's houses', and for once, Viktor doesn't blush like a virgin maiden. He says they didn't come here to talk about housing preferences.
They do not, in fact, talk about housing preferences; they talk about their interrupted sex session at the Kiramman ball last chapter. Jayce says that he meant everything he said and did, and that he would do it all over again (insert cs188 meme here). Viktor replies that the decision made everyone angry and that Ambessa could go back to Noxus telling them that Piltover has broken the deal and will simply invade Zaun anyways. Jayce, thinking of love as always, asks 'what if I wasn't a Viscount?' and offers to rescind his title. Viktor briefly objects before Jayce kisses him, but not before noticing someone in a fur-trimmed cloak 'writing furiously'. The reader is meant to conclude that this is Lady Masemar. We find out the raspberry meat is actually good.
Jayce then offers the idea that they could run away and start a new life together, new identities and all, and Viktor looks at him with moist eyes and says neither of them could do that. For Jayce, that's social shame; for him, Zaun would burn, and neither can live with that kind of guilt. Jayce then tells Viktor about Mel: she discovered him when she was an ambassador, took credit for his automated tools that revolutionized an industry without a single damn mention of it
in the entire fic, and that she used him for his genius. Typical. She also used him to redeem herself in the eyes of Noxus and her mother, and was welcomed back into their arms even when Noxus values feats of martial prowess more - and that is on top of Mel never doing that as she was exiled for a reason (she was literally too kind for Noxians). Jayce tells him he never loved her and that the marriage proposal was all Lady Masemar's doing, and decides to go ahead with his own proposal to Viktor. His Taylor Swift song has come true.
Before anything else happens, the boy who offered to send their letter says they have mail from an anonymous writer - the hooded fur-trimmed cloak wearer in the tavern. It's from Lady Masemar, and she tells them this:
Simply because you have both, without knowing it, gave me reason to do so.
There was a time when I knew of a love that blossomed in life, but was cruelly torn away, as if it were a weed. I saw the mourning, I saw the pain, and I saw death lying beside the bed, walking side by side with the person who survived.
I have been benevolent until now, for without your realizing it, I have watched you more closely and know more about both of you than what you think. However, time is running out for you, as is the full fury of Noxus and the pressure from Piltover. My intention is not to save you, for only you can do that, but to tell you this: if your love is as strong as you feel it to be, then move forward. I will try to postpone the royal council meeting until noon. That is all I can do for you; my hands are tied.
This really does give confirmation that it's Shoola. I'll be damned if it's Cassandra because white-and-blue are her colours.
I suggest that if you have the evidence needed to prevent a war, do not shout it from the rooftops. I have heard enough. I know what could happen if someone else, (someone with less decorum than I), were to speak of this. I am also aware of your personal affairs…
You have until tomorrow, before the sun sets and the Princes of Zaun depart, to resolve this.
For if they discover you without any announcements or sealed alliances… Then it will not be a romantic tale. It will be a tragedy.
And if that happens, I will write it.
Oh, excellent. You'd think our little Gossip Girl here would've said something to Heimerdinger's sons, but noooo. We have automated tools and a printing press but not some kind of organized postal service. Even the US colonies had them!
Jayce remarks that no wonder people are afraid of Lady Masemar, she 'holds all the power', and has been feeding logs into this fire waiting for an inferno. When Jayce looks up, the fur-trimmed cloak wearer is gone, spawning elsewhere. Jayce then tells Viktor that what he feels for him isn't going to go away, and he's going to find a foolproof plan to clear his name. The situation in the tavern changes: more men are leaving, more women are coming in, and Viktor feels as if he's being spied on. He tells Jayce they should go somewhere else. Luckily, they have a room, and that is where they go.
They make their way to their room. It's located down a long hallway with a staircase at the end leading to another floor. Viktor worries that if he keeps staying worried he'll get a nosebleed. They open their room and find it's small, but cover, with a motif of muted reds and coppers with a dimly lit fireplace. It also has a table with two chairs and a lit candle on top. A storm rages outside, perfect for covering up their raunchy moans. The bed is in the centre of the room, big enough for the both of them and the Hispanic Hog that's about to be whipped out.
Despite the fireplace being dimly lit, Jayce asks Viktor if he's cold and offers to light it, suggesting it was never alight at all. Logic. Viktor, feeling the pain on his leg, sits down on the bed and thinks about their plan. They have to present their evidence to the council but aren't sure what to present; Viktor suggests that they try and compare the poisons because they are going to have to make more of it to kill the King. Jayce is puzzled, asking him if they should w
atch the King be killed, but Viktor says so. They'll bring in another physician and compare his health before after the Royal Physician, Eustace, comes in. If this sounds stupid, it is: they actually do plan on having the King be mildly poisoned so they can show that Bolbok is the one doing it without implicating themselves. Yes, it took them this fucking long to do this.
When Jayce looks at Viktor, he can see the fire burning in his eyes because they are both burning with desire. They are too busy thinking about sex when discussing how to save a Prince from accusations of assassination. They suggest Cait's father, Tobias, as he is a physician, when they could have asked him d
ays ago when Viktor was lying low after those accusations were lodged against him. In any case, Powder also has letters that she got when she bribed Salo's maid that shows their dastardly plan
in detail as if they need any concrete proof that they have a giant sign saying 'HEY I'M A KINGSLAYER' above their heads. They need to also connect Ambessa to the plot, and now we get Viktor feeling 'bad' for her because she's a martyr and not a pawn. He can relate as he was also a pawn in his father's game. Look how well that turned out, eh?
Jayce suggests that he could also get Mel to confess as her words would hold a lot of weight. If not, they will still use the letter. But Viktor trusts her word all of a sudden because she is no longer a threat to him. Why? Because these two are about to get down'n'dirty, that's why.
> Someone took the letters you sent me, and the carnation
> There's no way they can misuse them
There was an entire subplot of Lady Masemar's words being manipulated so you could have accusations of Kingslaying levied against you. They absolutely can be twisted.
> What I feel for you is too much to put into words
Instead, you'll get a lot of 'wet' descriptions. Think I'm joking? You just wait.
> I just wanted you to know I meant it. Every word.
You said that already.
> Tracing the veins pulsing beneath his pale skin with his thumbs
Ah, who doesn't love their Victorian sickly boy getting dicked down by a muscular, bronzed hunk with a big dick?
> Since being defiled could be dishonorable for both of them
What, are they going to check if Viktor, a king, has his hymen intact? I thought that was something done only to women
> I've been thinking about this moment ever since the Ball of Salo. Ever since you pushed me against that wall and pressed yourself against me
Oh yeah, that scene. Hoskel, even while blasted drunk,
still recognized you because you're the only one with a brace and cane. Good job dispelling those rumours, genius.
> He felt alive in a way that only Jayce could make him feel
10 inches of dick will do that.
> Each button that came undone revealed more pale skin. When he finished unbuttoning it, he noticed fine, precise lines under his pectorals
This poor man thought he was getting an actual man, but got a vagina owner instead. Luckily, in this world were trans men are kings and used as babymakers, transphobia doesn't come to the forefront of his mind. Instead, his desire 'was stronger than any question', because he doesn't need all that additional prep for anal sex.
> The sensitive areola
This universe does not have electricity, antibiotics or anesthesia in hospitals, but they have magic pens and gems that can change your sex as well as elaborate gender-affirming surgery. Logic. At this rate, you would expect them to have nuclear power plants and flying cars.
> Only the fabric showing the shape of swollen lips, with a visible wet patch spreading between his thighs
Nothing undoes a hung man like a nice cameltoe.
> A sweet, musky blend that intoxicated him
Pooner pussies never smell bad in these AUs, because testosterone doesn't do that. When you have magic rocks that can give you gender affirming surgery, why bother?
> His eyes widening with a mixture of desperate desire and raw fear
If you're wondering if he's scared of telling him that he's a virgin, that is not the case. Turns out, he can't have vaginal sex yet because of that magic crystal they were working with in Chapter 6-7.
> His plan had been to marry, to be king, and for one of his nephews to be his successor
He can't pick Vi because she's a lesbian. She's not into men. If the rules of succession just go to whoever appoints them vs blood ties, what's stopping someone else from overthrowing you?
> I used it to change myself, which is why I can't be near the core we designed, and it is the reason it made me be me
The aethernox is said to have changed his sex somewhat, though to what extent, the author does not explain. Was it meant to give him a penis? Was it meant to change his organs to that of the male sex? Did it give him a shallow vagina as it began its transformation into said penis? If you are going to introduce something that can make sex-changes possible, why not lean into that? This would make the change so much more believable.
Again, what did the aethernox change? What internal organs were changed? You can't leave me hanging like that when he has a completely functional vagina.
> His folds were swollen, pink, and glistening with moisture. His clit peeked out, small but erect, between the folds like a wet pearl
> Feeling it grow wet beneath his touch
> Slipper and hot. He was soaking wet
> Slippery and hot
Hey did you know he's slippery and hot?
> Every little movement produced a soft, obscene, wet sound
> Parting the soaked inner lips
> It was so wet that his finger slid easily over the sensitive skin, gathering more moisture
Hey, did you know that he's wet? Soaking wet? Well here's another reminder:
> You're soaking wet...So wet for me...do you feel what you're doing to me?
Yes, you've told us he's wet like six times.
> I like it when you circle it like that
> Direct, firm strokes over the clit, then circles again
Hey can you tell he's circling it?
> His fingers are completely coated in Viktor's arousal, glistening in the dim candlelight
Hey, can you tell that he's wet?
> I love how you get wetter every time I touch you...do you like it when I do this?
You've described him as wet almost a dozen times now in just a few paragraphs.
> He looked down at his beautiful pussy, glistening with pure arousal, the dark hair damp against the pink lips
> I want to stick my tongue inside you and drink everything you give me
> His pussy
open and soggy
This is a real fucking line. We had 'his pussy drooled like a dog' and now it's 'open and soggy'. Thanks, I am now using that.
> Fully exposing his engorged pussy, glistening with moisture
You've written 'glistening' three times now. We know his pussy is 'soggy'.
> it tasted salty and sweet, and erotically perfect blend
I'm surprised you can taste it with something that has the consistency of a soggy sponge.
> He sucked on the swollen pearl with soft lips
> The sound was wet and slippery, each lick accompanied by a soft 'slurp'
Is he sucking a clit or a Jolly Rancher?
> Do you see how I'm licking you?
Yes, and you're doing it to a soggy pussy.
> Drinking in the wetness that kept flowing
At this rate, he could summon the wrath of Hurricane Katrina.
> Curving it in search of that sensitive spot he knew would drive Viktor wild
Funny how he knows where to look for the G-spot in females, not males.
> Now sucking it with rhythmic force
Me when I get the Ring Pop I want
> The mixture of pain and growing pleasure
Ah, this cliché.
> A brutal orgasm made him arch his back like a bow stretched to its limit
Back problems don't exist when you come like a GTA firetruck. Look at that mess: that soggy pussy ruined the sheets!
> Hot, slippery wetness
You've said that three times already.
> He felt completely seen and loved for the first time in his life
Pretty sure the entire floor plan felt seen by that waterfall that came out of your soggy pussy.
> He had released so much, he had cum on Jayce's face, the sheet, his own thighs, everything with that hot torrent he couldn't contain
Get used to this because that soggy snatch is going to be unleashed more than once.
> Licking his lips as if he'd just tasted the finest nectar in the world
You could've killed an ant colony with that torrent. 'Ants' but with Hurricane Katrina.
> You're so fucking beautiful
You said that three times already.
> The cock sprang upwards with an almost aggressive movement, heavy, thick, veined with prominent veins that pulsed visibly beneath the smooth skin
His dick veins act like a lava lamp, gotcha.
> It was longer than Viktor had imagined in his most secret fantasies. It was intimidating and beautiful
These Victorian smutty bodice rippers do not work without the rake having a big dick. Those are the rules.
> He felt the radiating heat, the steel-hardness beneath the velvet
> He closed his fingers around the length of it, which was thick as well as long. The sensation was overwhelming, hot throbbing, alive
We know. Everyone's genitalia is hot and throbbing like they've been through a nuclear reactor.
> Pre-cum was flowing nonstop now, coating Viktor's fingers, dripping onto his wrist
Guess both of their hands are getting pruned, eh?
> Watching how the urethra opened slightly with each contraction
I like how he has magnifying vision and he can just see it doing that, lmao.
> Sliding between them with a wet, sticky sound
Well, yeah. It's a soggy pussy.
> There, where his thick cock disappeared inside Viktor, was a glistening thread of fresh, bright red blood
> The physical proof that Viktor was giving himself completely to him
We are going with the 'hymen = virginity' thing, eh? Not to mention that there shouldn't be any blood with the amount of liquid that just came out of him. That soggy pussy squirted enough liquid to drown Louisiana. That is the exact opposite of going in dry. Remember that line about the aethernox changing him? Yeah, guess we forgot about that in favour of this hymen fetish. We have zippertit surgeries but we have not moved past this myth.
> Buried to the hilt
> Sunk back in to the hilt
Can you tell he's in to the hilt?
> Allowing Jayce to be so deep that the base of his cock pressed directly against his swollen clit
Look at this homosexual sex. Isn't it just so queer?
> Just enough for Viktor to feel every vein, every contour, sliding in and out of his inner walls
I can see why he still has his foreskin. Imagine nicking one of those steroid veins while giving him a circumcision. If you thought that vaginal squirt was intense, just imagine the Kool-Aid man coming out of a cock.
> You're so wet...so tight
We know.
> Each stroke sent their pelvises crashing together with a wet, rhythmic sound
All I can hear is someone throwing water balloons at a wall.
> I want to feel you come inside me
??? You're the one INSIDE him. He cannot come inside you because he doesn't have an outie!
> Hot stream of wetness gushed out of him, soaking their joined thighs, the base of Jayce's member, the sheets beneath
Again? Those girls better be paid extra for the sheets, mattress and down he just ruined.
> Hot and thick spurts filled Viktor, one after another, pulsing against his still-contracting walls
> His cock continued to throb, emptying itself completely into that tight, hot interior
> Felt the heat of his semen filling him
Hey did you know he was filling him with semen?
> If you'll marry me, you'll be my king consort
Yes, and...? He's also now one of the richest men in Piltover. You are still uniting the two kingdoms and you are capable of reproduction. What's the big deal?
Yes, they just NOW remembered Ekko after all that fucking and squirting. Way to leave a nigga hanging!
Would you look at that. Our noble Latino is going to fight a black woman for some white snatch. Someone get a voodoo priest and summon Jesse Jackson, we've got a race war on our hands!
In all seriousness, the author says the chapters will be more explicit from now on. If they are going to be anything like this one, they are not going to be taken seriously. I've read a lot of smut, but the minute I read 'soggy pussy', I could not stop laughing. You do not want people to do that. It's meant to be a steamy scene, not something you should compare to a wet sponge. What an insane thing to write.
' Shut the fuck up.
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