do i have a clever title? no. am i ashamed of this? for a while, yes, but i’ve grown past this and discovered worse kinks (〃‿〃✿)
Today, he’ll finally ruin you.
Valentin had meticulously arranged for the whole night, having blackmailed the host into accepting his demands. He made sure that you would be seated next to him for dinner. For the entirety of the meal, he hiked up your skirts, letting his fingers draw patterns on your knee, then your thigh, until he finally slipped a finger into you.
He must commend you for your masterful composure, expression barely flinching as his thumb rubbed your sensitive bud. Perhaps this is what separates your ilk from the rest, but he knows that’s not true. A lesser woman would have crumbled immediately.
So, now he pulls you into a room after dinner, one that the host prepared for him as specified. He leans against the door, a not-so-subtle sign that you will not flee from him.
“I’m quite impressed with you.”
“I’m rather flattered.” Your lips quirk to a practiced smile. “Could you please explain what you need? My father might be looking for me.”
“Forget the old man. I’m here.” He crosses his arms, staring you down. “I’m here to propose a game we should play.”
“A game?” You tilt your head, almost adorably so, as you regard him warily. “What kind of game?”
“A very fun one.” Valentin steps toward you. “I promise you’ll love it.”
“I’m not so sure I believe you.”
“Hear me out.” One hand cups your warm cheek. “If I win, you let me do as I please with you tonight.”
Your pout reminds him of a puppy – an accursed weakness of his. “That sounds like every night we spend together though.”
“Yes, well, if you win, you can do as you please with me for the night.” It’s a preposterous idea, really, because there’s no way you can win this. He’s planned everything so that you’ll lose.
Your eyes light up at that as you clasp your hands behind you. “What’s this game then?”
Valentin smiles thinly, stepping away to retrieve the box he left in here earlier. “Take a look.”
Your gaze is uncertain as you remove the top of the box. “What is this?” Your voice is sweet as can be as your hand touches the object inside.
Oh, he can already imagine your expression when he tells you. “What do you think it is?”
“I haven’t any idea.” You pick it up, tracing its grooves. It takes a lot of willpower to stifle his laugh. “A glass ornament?”
His hand touches your soft lips, gently tracing its shape. “Think less like a noble.
Doesn’t it look familiar at all?”
Your cheeks flush pink as you look down at it again. “Please, just tell me, Valentin.”
He chuckles as he pushes his thumb into your mouth. “You really are a precious nobleman’s daughter, aren’t you?”
You pout again, but before you can say anything, he leans down and whispers against your ear, “They use these in whorehouses. They’re to simulate a man’s cock.”
It’s hilarious and absolutely adorable when you’re face turns bright red and you stumble backward. “I beg your pardon?” Your voice is higher than normal with panic. “And you let me touch that…that filthy thing?”
He laughs. “Calm down, it’s brand new. I went through a lot of trouble to procure it, you know.” A half-truth. He knows somebody who makes and sells them.
“W-why are you showing me this?”
“For our game, of course.” Valentin flashes you his most persuasive smile as he steps toward you once again. “This will be in you for the entirety of the party. If you can handle it, you win. However, if you need me to help relieve you, you lose. Understood?”
“That’s…that’s so…immoral…”
“Immoral?” He rolls his eyes and sneers, “So that’s immoral, but our relationship isn’t? You think that letting me fuck you in my office with others next door isn’t immoral, but this is?”
You squirm under his scrutiny. “I-I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just…m-my father is here.”
“Because he’s here is the reason why we should play this game.” He catches your chin and raises your head so you’re looking at him. “Wouldn’t it be fun to do such lewd things while he’s none the wiser?”
He can see you deliberating the options in your head before you finally nod. “I…I guess it’ll be fun.”
Fun…for him, he supposes, but he won’t ruin it for now. “Sit down on the divan over there and get ready.”
You obey him, like you always do, as he takes out the toy and covers it in the oil he had the sense to bring with him. He might hate you, but he doesn’t want to hurt you like that. If he were to hurt you like that, it would be because of himself, not some silly toy.
It’s a sight to behold, the precious scion of the Spellmeyer clan with your legs spread and undergarments loosened. It takes a remarkable amount of willpower not to tear your dress off and fuck you right then and there.
Patience, he reminds himself. He can do whatever he pleases with you once he wins.
The wide gaze you give him almost does him in once again. “Why do you look so scared? It’s just like any other time.”
“It’s different.” You’re looking a little shy now. “My father doesn’t know anything about this and…and it feels so exciting.”
He snorts. “You want your father dearest to know that his darling daughter is being ruined by a commoner?”
You look away, a strange look on your face, but when you say nothing, he doesn’t push the subject. Instead, he presses the tip of the toy to your entrance. “Ready?”
“I think so.” Despite your words, he can hear the thrill in your voice.
He pushes it in, slowly for a bit, and when it’s clear you’re not in any pain, shoves it in quickly, eliciting a cry of his name from you. “Did that hurt?”
“N-no…” Your breathing is ragged.
“Damn, I wish it did.” He sighs as he offers you his hand to help you up, ignoring the indignant harrumph you gave him. “How does it feel?”
“Full.” Your face is pink. “It, um, doesn’t feel like you.”
That makes his brows go up in surprise. Your eyes are downcast as you leave the room with him, and he notices your stiff gait. So, he smirks and says, “Need any help?”
“I…I’m fine…” The trembling of your lower lip indicates otherwise, but he decides to humour you for now.
Naturally, Valentin would never dream of letting you off easy. The entire night, he sticks close to your side. Instead of your asking him to dance, he volunteers himself, a rush of excitement coursing through him whenever you faltered. He makes you sit down often, knowing that it will push his toy deeper inside you, and the faces you make as you struggle to compose yourself are nothing short of splendid.
“Are you feeling all right?” he murmurs next to your ear, wrapping an arm around your waist.
He’s well-aware of the whispers swirling around. They’re no longer surprised about seeing him with a woman – they’re not even shocked that it’s you – no, their astonishment comes from his tender appearance.
Your discomposure has been chalked up to the wine he’s given you, explaining your flushed appearance and unsteady carriage. It only serves to further his purpose as he steadies you throughout the night. He’s not ignorant to the murmurings of how gentlemanly and dashing he is.
“I-I don’t…” Your voice is breathy; an inflection he’s grown used to. “I can’t do this…”
“Then shall we go relieve you?”
Valentin wants to curse himself for his trepidation of fucking you. It’s just to further spread the rumours, he tells himself. It’s only to spite your father, he says.
But he knows somewhere deep down, he truly does love the sounds of your moans and the feeling of how warm you are around him.
“I need you, Valentin…” You’re more or less clinging to him as you leave the ballroom You must so close to your breaking point now.
“Needy little whore, aren’t you?” He can afford one kiss, right? If not to lead you on, it will at least add to his newfound reputation, right?
Your lips are soft and warm, the barest trace of wine still clinging to them as they part for his tongue. The quiet moan you give him encourages for his cool hands to cup your flushed cheeks.
There’s something about how warm, how delicate you feel under his calloused fingers that makes his resolve falter. Deep down, he knows it’s not your fault; that it’s wrong to put Burkhard’s sins on you, but he’s gone too far to give up now. Someone must pay, and he’s long decided that that someone is you, yet…
He can’t bring himself to acknowledge that he really does love you.
“Ah, Elector Sonnen.” The voice sends chills down Valentin’s back as he lets go of you. Stepping back stiffly with his eyes darting to the source of it – the one man he’s been trying to get to.
Burkhard regards the two of you coolly, though Valentin doesn’t miss the flicker in his gaze as he looks at you. “So, this is where you’ve wandered off to with my daughter.”
“F-Father.” You attempt to curtsey, but almost collapse, and would have, had he not grabbed your arm.
“Why are you acting so unbecomingly, foolish girl?” Burkhard’s glare at you is enough to make Valentin angry.
“It’s my fault, my lord.” He steps in front of you. “I gave her a little too much to drink, so she’s tipsy.”
“How uncouth.” His sneer isn’t even masked now that he’s out of respectable company. “The son of a whore thinks he’s worthy of helping my daughter?”
It takes all of his willpower not to punch the man right then and there. Valentin grits his teeth as he levels his own glare. “A bastard is a hundred times more respectable than yourself.”
He doesn’t let the older man speak another word, instead, he drags you away with him. You’re barely stumbling along whilst whimpering quietly, but Valentin doesn’t want to look back, fearing he’ll still see Burkhard’s face.
He pushes you into the room from earlier, hard enough for you to topple over onto the floor. “V-Valentin…” You sound like you’re halfway between sobbing and moaning.
There’s almost a pang of pity when he sees the desperation on your face as you rock your hips in an attempt to get any friction to relieve you. It’s a bit charming, dare he say.
The sweet sound of his name leaving your lips almost makes him reconsider his plans.
So, he crouches down to your level, grabbing your chin with one of his hands. “Tell me what you want.”
“I-I want this to be over…”
“You just want it out?” His other hand hikes up your dress. “That’s it?”
You nod so furiously that he chuckles while pushing your skirts up and pulling off your soaked undergarments.
“Aren’t you a dirty little slut?” A cool finger traces the outline of your wet entrance. “You look like you’ve cum several times already.”
“I haven’t.” Your hand grabs onto his upper arm. “Please, Valentin…I-I can’t do this.”
Valentin flashes you an amused smirk as he pulls out the toy with no preparation whatsoever, drinking in the cry of relief that goes along with it. “Happy now?”
“Yes, yes, yes, thank you so much.”
He watches your warm smile, feeling himself mimic it as well, as though your silly happiness infected him. It’s disgusting to let such vapid emotions affect him, but he doesn’t resist as he undoes his cravat.
“It’s time for your punishment, whore.” The words are spit out harshly, yet you no longer cower nor flinch.
Instead, you look at him with wide and excited eyes. “What’s my punishment then?”
Were you enjoying this? Valentin chuckled as he tied the cravat around your eyes. “That’ll be for me to know, and you to find out.”
It’s a double-edged sword, depriving you of your vision. He takes a great amount of delight in seeing your eyes tear up and look about curiously, but the fact you’re going to be hypersensitive to his every touch is more enticing.
“Y-you’re not going to leave me like this, right?” There’s a trace of panic in your voice that eerily echoes that of his own. What happened to a precious noble girl to have such a fear?
He brings his lips close to your ear, licking the shell of it before murmuring, “A tempting idea, but I don’t turn down a good fuck by a desperate whore.”
Valentin picks up the glass toy, watching it glisten under the lights, before bringing it to your lips. “Clean it, harlot. Taste how wanton you are, letting yourself cum to this fake cock.”
You obediently do as he says, pink tongue licking along its surface. Maybe it isn’t such a good idea, since his trousers suddenly seem so much tighter as he thinks about how your mouth around him.
The thought of how warm you, the picture of your doe-eyes looking up at him with tears in them, the thought of how gently you speak to him…
Suddenly, he feels an immense distaste for the toy, and pulls it away. “That’s enough.”
It’s not hard to think that you’re blinking in confusion. “D-did I do something wrong?”
No, no, you did nothing wrong, he wants to say. It’s his sentimentality.
“Of course you did, you dim-witted slut.” He flips you onto your stomach, grabbing your hair in the process. “Don’t you know what you’ve done wrong?”
“I-I don’t know.” The fear is rising in your voice. “I’m sorry.”
Valentin bites down on the nape of your neck, ignoring the pained cry you let out, and undoes his trousers. He wanted to torment you at first, but it’s unbearable now. “If you don’t know...” He presses himself against you, and he feels you stiffen from surprise. “Then I’ll make you suffer for it.”
He rubs himself against your entrance, coating his length with your wetness. “What is it that you want?”
“I want you.” You try to move with him, but he pulls on your hair harder. “Be clearer.”
“I want you to fuck me.” You’re whimpering now.
“P-please fuck me like your whore.”
Valentin pushes himself inside easily, giving you almost no time to adjust before beginning to pound into you.
He likes it this way – your being completely obedient to him, and the sex only being about lust and pleasure, but it’s almost not enough now. Now, he almost craves something more intimate. Somewhere in the deep recesses of his mind, he just wants to shower you in kisses, and let this act drop.
Almost as though he truly wants to make love to you.
The realization of that fuels his furious thrusts, forcing himself to let your cries and moans sink in.
He only wants to fuck you.
He only wants you as a pawn.
He only wants you for revenge.
…He really wants to love you.
“Valentin…Valentin…” His name spills from your mouth time and time again as you cum, it almost baffles him. Why do you keep chanting his name? It’s always been like this, and it’s always confused him. Do you not know that this is wrong?
Do you not know that he’s a bad man?
“Fuck,” he groans, coming deep inside of you. He’s reluctant to pull out, desiring little more than the feeling of how gentle and warm you are.
But he eventually pulls out, watching his seed slowly trickle out of you. Every single time he’s cummed inside, yet he’s always fascinated by it. Will this time leave you with child? If you are with his child, what will you do then?
As if drawn by these thoughts, he uses a finger to push it back inside of you as he continues to watch, almost tenderly so.
“What are you doing?” Your voice sounds so soft.
Whatever mildness he has disappears as he presses a harsh kiss to your neck. “I was making sure that this time you’ll be left with my child.”
“What greater honour is there,” he says, untying his cravat from your eyes “than to bear my children? Think about the chaos that the precious Spellmeyer daughter has my child out of wedlock. What will they do then?”
Your eyes fill with worry as you turn to look back at him. “I-I can’t…”
“But you will.” His nips at your lips. “You’ll be my wife. It’s your duty to bear my children.”
Valentin’s cheeks warm slightly at your echo, so he buries his face in the junction between your neck and shoulder. “Is there another position where we can fuck and have children without questions?”
There’s that adorable breathy laugh of yours. “I suppose not.”
He can still make this work. He’ll marry you, and then ruin your family – the two can be mutually-exclusive.
You don’t deserve him, that much he knows, but he also knows that he doesn’t deserve you. You should have someone who’ll love and cherish you, neither of which he can do, and yet…
Valentin knows that he’s hopelessly and desperately in love with you. Even if it’s not the smartest thing to do, he’ll keep loving you.
