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ownership of his pussy and his heart.

The deal is too good to pass up. Viktor’s wildest desires, Jayce’s access to the Arcane and its chosen user. With their shared ejaculate staining the wood beneath them, they promise to rule Runeterra together, stopping anyone in their way.

love. I thirst for you every moment of this meaningless existence. Let me show to you my loyalty.”

Jayce fucks him wildly against the hardwood of the table, uncaring of Dmitri’s body just inches away. He promises Viktor his land, his power so as long as he as exclusive

There’s nothing beneath his robes, Viktor’s juicy cunt exposed to the air around them. “One step ahead.”

Jayce growls and lifts him so Viktor is sitting on the table. “You must let me have you now. I’ve been denied for years, a result of my foolish council. Viktor, my liege, my

“Oh, my dear,” Viktor sighs. He pokes his taster’s head to the side to avert his eyes from their intimate conversation. “As you said, I have always been able to match you. What you don’t realize is that I’m always-“

He pushes his chair backwards, letting his legs fall open.

this.”

Dmitri feels his throat swelling rapidly. Warm, thick liquid flows out of his eyes, dripping crimson explosions onto the tablecloth. He frantically grabs at his neck, but it’s too late. The last thing he sees is the disinterested and unsurprised look on his king’s face.

As he takes a large bite, Jayce’s neutral expression twists into an unnerving grin.

“For a man so smart,” he starts. “Practically a god amongst his people, the only one who deserves to walk along side me, not trailing behind, it’s quite interesting that you didn’t account for

from Dmitri, they finish their goblets.

“Now,” Viktor motions. “Let us eat.”

Both kings turn to Dmitri, who has an odd feeling about the dish in front of him. It sinks into the pit of his stomach, fizzling with unspoken dangers. However, he can’t disappoint his king, can he?

“To glory and prosperity,” Dmitri tries. They ignore him.

“To affection and progress.” Jayce tilts his wine in Viktor’s direction, an oddly soft glimmer in his eyes.

“To new beginnings.” Viktor clinks his the rim of his cup against Jayce’s, and without hesitation, or council

his lips, the Zaunite holds up his hand. “Wait.” He pauses.

“We mustn’t forget our manners.” Viktor lifts his goblet in cheers. (It’s quite a tacky cup in the shape of the Talis symbol, made out of pure gold. Quite heavy and impractical if he does say so himself).

lack of manners. Said man has his elbows resting on the table, chin propped on his hands with his full attention on Viktor.

“After you, my king,” Jayce purrs.

Viktor doesn’t break his gaze. Dmitri spoons himself a serving from Viktor’s bowl, and as he raises the utensil to

One day, Viktor invites Jayce for dinner eagerly to show the best of what Zaun has to offer.

Viktor sits at the head of the table. Jayce, on his right. Dmitri, on his left.

Dmitri glares at the man across from him, absolutely seething at the nonchalant gestures and utter

Amongst royalty, Jayce is known for being charismatic and ambitious, sweeping many a maiden off their feet. But Viktor doesn’t need the Arcane to know there’s something darker, wild, starving behind Jayce’s eyes.