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Hiding was impossible as the sand kicked up beneath your feet, a trail of dust following as you stumbled through the unforgiving dunes of the desert. Escape was futile. You knew it. He knew it. But that still didn’t stop you from skittering across the endless expanse of sand in an attempt to prolong your fate. If only you could bury yourself into the ground as fast as your heart dropped when you glimpsed the tips of sharp black ears piercing through the billowing dust.
It was torture knowing he would come eventually. The wait pressed down on your chest until the only thing you could breathe was the sharp, bitter fear of being caught. You tried to keep your ear to the ground to track his movements, to hear any whisper of his presence entering the city borders, but he was experienced in this. He knew how to move without being noticed, stalking his prey until it was too late.
And you weren’t experienced, not even close. Especially not when your hands shook as you slipped through the Akademiya, a scroll tucked tight against your robe that, if anyone looked closely enough, hung too large over your slouched frame in an attempt to make yourself look as small as possible.
You knew that you probably looked more suspicious like this, and even as you straightened out your back and tried to muster up the courage to look like you belonged here, you still couldn’t stop the tremble that wracked through your body when you caught a glimpse of the Grand Sage in front of the entrance. In front of your exit.
And fuck. He was beautiful. No academic has the right to own those arms. Especially as half of his robe hung off his waist as if he knew it was a crime to hide himself beneath the shapeless sack the Akademiya called a uniform.
Maybe he wouldn’t notice. Maybe you could just slip right on by and he’d never look your way. He was notorious for only paying attention to those who interest him and you were likely the furthest away from anything that would catch his eye as you could be.
I belong here. I belong here. I belong here.
You chanted in your mind as you will yourself to practically strut across the room. But it wasn’t enough. Or maybe it was too much because his aquamarine eyes snapped towards yours and watched as you passed. He didn’t even try to hide the turning of his head as his gaze trailed after you even as you scuttled yourself past and practically sprinted down the street as fast as you could once the door snapped shut.
So subtlety was not your forte. Never was. You cursed yourself for never learning as you stumbled down the steep dune, looking back as you saw the General Mahamatra stalk you through the billowing clouds of sand that you could only wish hid you enough to slow down his search.
Not that it mattered because he seemed unfazed by the howling winds, and even with a quick glance, you felt like you could feel each heavy stamp of his foot over your trailing footsteps. Even in the beginning of a sandstorm, he moved fast enough to fill each step you made before the wind could blow them away.
Any other person, you might have had a chance, but maybe that is why Cyno was the one tracking you down in places where only, maybe, the treasure hoarders linger in the middle of the expansive sand. In some rare instances, maybe, researchers armed with eremites come to sweep the broken ruins.
“I don’t know why you bother,” Cyno says just moments before your feet are swept out from beneath you, and the only good the sand has done for you was the slight cushion of your fall as you splattered onto the ground.Your foot was still hooked on his polearm as you were sprawled deeply into the sand and you spit out the mouthfuls of grit between your teeth.
So you didn’t this time. Bother that is. Not as you let him jerk you wherever he wished even as he dispelled his spear in a small burst of glittering blue light. His hand burned even hotter than the desert as he wrapped his fingers around your ankle and tugged you back until his shadow loomed higher than he actually stood.
“Wow, hey. Uh. What brings you all the way out here General Mahamatra?” you ask with a sheepish grin as you lifted yourself up just enough to peer up between his legs. He didn’t answer you, not with words anyways, as he yanked you around your waist and slung you over his shoulder without any effort or resistance.
“Don’t play coy,” he says as he effortlessly traverses through the sand like it was nothing. The scroll burned against your skin where it was tied tight against the inside of your thigh. You wondered if he could feel the strap tied beneath your clothes from where he rested his hand against your leg.
You laid like deadweight slung across his shoulder, but it didn’t seem to phase him and instead dug his shoulder deeper into your stomach with a sharp sting. He hardened his grip on your skin sharp enough that you swore you felt the crackle of his claw tingle against your skin.
“I mean, I was just taking a stroll through the desert, but I must have gotten turned around because I have no idea where the city went. It was just like, woah! Where did it go?” As if it would accentuate your point, you kicked your foot into the air, pointing your toes as if motioning in the empty air in a random direction. “Good thing you came along because I don’t know what I would have done.”
He ground his teeth loud enough to be heard above the howling of the wind and there was no suppressing the smirk that sliced across your face behind his back. You tried kicking your legs to jostle his grip, but all that served to do was tired you out as his hand never budged.
The wind was really starting to pick up, and Cyno had no choice but to cross into the first broken down ruin he could find, the entrance blocked by enough boulders to squeeze by and provide shelter from the sandstorm.
He tossed you onto the group without a care, a grunt of pain escaping your lips as you collided with the stone ground with a heavy thump. He took hold of a stone slab and covered the last bit of the entrance for safety before he turned back towards you.
The only light that filtered into the ruin were from the cracks here and there, streaking with light bits of sand that tumbled through when it could.
“Where is the scroll?”
You patted down your chest, into your lap, and down the length of your legs. Even if he wasn’t the one feeling you, you still avoided touching where the scroll lay against your skin. Something that definitely didn’t escape Cyno’s notice.
“Nope. No scroll here. I’m not sure what you are talking about but I’m sure I could help you fin–”
“Don’t play with me. You know exactly what I am talking about. Only you would have the gall to saunter straight into the Grand Sage’s office and blatantly take what doesn’t belong to you.” He steps closer to you with every word until he’s within reaching distance, but you didn’t dare move from your seated position.
“Knowledge doesn’t belong to anyone. That’s exactly what's wrong with you Akademiya people thinking that you get to control what we know, General Mahamatra.” You spat his name out like a curse, but that wouldn’t be the first time he’s heard it said like that.
“And only you would have the gall to think you have the upper hand here.” Cyno’s hand grabs the back of your head and slams your face against the ruined wall. You didn’t even try to stifle the moan of pain–maybe with just a tinge of something else–that escaped from your lips. “Maybe it would have been easier if I left you in the storm and retrieved the scroll from your body.”
The gasp that escaped your lips was definitely not one of pain when he grabbed both of your wrists and yanked them behind your back hard enough to tug you firmly against his body. He didn’t use rope to tie you, but the sharp sting of electro energy wrapped around your wrist burned whenever you moved your hands. It hurt in a way that made you ache.
You closed your eyes at the feel of him and his elemental energy, but even the howling of the wind wasn’t loud enough to drown the crackle of electricity that ran through your entire body at the feel of him. “If you wanted to play rough,” you say with a breathless laugh, “then my safe word is–”
Just like everything else he does, there was no hesitation when he slammed you against the stone hard enough to knock the wind out of your chest, but that still didn’t stop you from wheezing out a small laugh. “--justice.” Even through deep gulps of breath as you tried to regain yourself didn’t hide the bratty tone of your voice.
“Though–ah–I guess that might not work for you–” you bit your lip with a low groan that almost sounded like a smirk “--cause we all know you have a hard-on for justice.”
You could imagine the twitch of his eye while he sneered down from behind you and it sent a small thrill down your body as you pressed your forehead against the stone to try to push yourself off the wall, but you could only go so far with Cyno looming behind your back.
“Justice is exactly what you will be wishing for–” Cyno scraped his hand up the inside of your thigh, your skin tingling from the bite of his sharpened nails. “--when I am done with you.” He stopped short of where you really wanted him to go, the burn flaring into a feeling of longing for his hands to go higher. Harder. How angry would he be if he knew how much you enjoyed this before his brand of justice could be dealt.
In fact, he stopped exactly where you least wanted because he groped the curve of the scroll wrapped against your skin, tied beneath loose, flowy cloth in an attempt to hide any sort of bulge. The only warning you got was a loud crackle before his claws burned through the fabric, striking your skin deep enough to burn where his claws formed against your thigh.
Streaks of angry welts replaced the scroll, flaring in deep pain and even deeper pleasure as you muffled your scream between clenched teeth. He held the crumpled scroll within his real hand even as the electro energy flared just on the surface of your skin, the burn now a lingering shock that extended the sting of pleasure from your thigh straight to your center.
“Buy me dinner before you start tearing off my clothes, why don’t you?” you said through gritted teeth, still puffing out small wheezing chuckles through the pain, but Cyno ignored you as he released his elemental energy. The scorched fabric of your pants gave way to your singed flesh, but you felt the ache all over your body as you slumped against the ruined floor the moment you were released.
You swallowed your tongue for once, suppressing the smirk from cutting across your face as you watched him unravel the scroll to peer at the words inside. The look of anger that flashed across his face was worth everything–the storm, the case, the burn, the anticipation.
“Is this a joke?” If you weren’t wet yet, you were now from the low growl of his voice, rumbling deep in his chest as he was trying–and failing–at suppressing the welling anger you couldn’t wait to explode.
“No, General Mahamatra,” you said, licking the inside of your teeth as you flashed him a wide grin. “Stamped, signed, and everything.” You even had the audacity to wink, though it almost turned into a wince when a shock sparked through your body. Even though you couldn’t be sure, it was probably courtesy of the man who stood before you.
You could almost see the sparks of his hands, imagine his nails elongating into sharp crackling claws, but in reality his hands crushed the paper in between his fists, and your scalp ached to feel his hand bury into your hair.
“Unfortunately for you, the Grand Sage called for a more severe punishment.” He dropped the scroll onto the cracked stone tile without a care, crouching down to lean face to face with an unblinking scowl. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t—” he slapped a hand across your face, cheeks clenched between his fingers as he forced you to look him in the eye. “–fix that mouth of yours.”
“Do it–” Before the last syllable could escape your lips, Cyno shoved two fingers into your mouth, not even flinching when you bit down on reflex. He pressed down on your tongue until you lessened the pressure of your teeth.
“Consider this a lesson,” he says as he pushes his fingers deep enough to force you to gag. He leaves his hand there as your body convulses, your drool pooling down your lips and covering his hand before he pulls away.
You gasp a deep breath, releasing it with a shaky sigh before you speak in a raspy voice. “Is that all you’ve got?”
“Seems like you don’t understand the position you are in,” Cyno says but he was wrong. You were exactly where you hoped to be when you took hold of the scroll and made your way through the echoing walls of the Akademiya. Even if you weren’t seen by the sharp gaze of the Grand Sage by chance, you knew that you would still be chased down right where you were.
“Seems like you’re losing your touch, General Mahamatra.”
He closed his eyes this time, straightening his back as he stood with a sigh. He took a deep breath and you were disappointed at his calm demeanor. You wanted him mean. You wanted the cruel general who was known to be without mercy. You wanted to be at his mercy.
He takes your wrist into wet hands, you spit slick against your skin as he yanks your arms above your head. His electro energy crackles alive, the tingling warmth wrapped around your wrist against the wall. You could move them if you wanted, but even a slight movement sent a sharp shock down your arm.
“You are not the one in control here.” One hand reaches down to unbuckle the jewel of his belt, and his bottoms easily falls away as his other hand–finally–buries itself into your hair.
No matter how stoic or unaffected Cyno tries to act, his cock is hard in his hand. The head is already wet with precum as he brings the tip to your lips and he smears it across your face.
“Nothing to say now?” he asks, but it doesn't matter because your tongue is already lapping at the head of his dick. You whine when he pulls away with a smirk at how hungry you already were, taking a firm hold of his cock and slapping it across your cheek.
There was nowhere you could go with the firm hold he had in your hair, tightening his grip as he gradually slapped your face with his cock harder and harder until you were desperately panting with need.
“Should have known a brat like you would be so easily taken down by my cock,” Cyno says with a sneer. Your face is red and wet with him and both of your lips drooled with want.
“Please,” you say with a high whine, tongue hanging out of your mouth as you tried to catch him back into your mouth, but each loud smack sent a shock of lust down to your core.
He takes pity on you, or maybe he couldn’t hold himself back anymore, and pushed the head of his dick past your lips. You immediately latch your lips around him, sloppily sucking as he pushes himself deeper into your mouth.
Cyno lets out a low groan, shallowly thrusting into your mouth even as you try to fight against his firm grip to take more of him in. Your mouth was hot and wet and he already couldn’t get enough.
You weren’t given any warning when he slams his hips as far as he could go, his balls slapping against your chin as your throat spasms around him. You gag, drool pooling around the base of his dick and leaking enough to drip down his thigh.
He doesn’t let up, only pulling back slightly to give a shallow thrust into your throat until your gags get more and more intense. He slips out of your mouth just long enough for you to take a breath before he is in you again, thrusting his entire shaft in and out of your mouth until everything is covered in your spit.
He’s rough enough to jostle your entire body, your wrist burning as you are jerked against the elemental restraints. The electro energy flares each time you strike it with a flash and each singe of pain brings another surge of want through you.
Everything about you is loud and clumsy, and this was no different. It’s wet and messy and your muffled moans vibrate against each thrust and even the General Mahamatra couldn’t keep himself quiet against you.
But this was what you wanted. You hold your mouth open and moan around his cock as he thrust deep into your throat. You wanted him to use you, and he did that in spades, fucking your mouth like it was your cunt.
Your mouth was spread to its limit around his thick girth, and every once in a while he sat himself still as deep as he could, biting his lip through muffled grunts as you choked and moaned at his mercy. He pulled away just long enough for you to take a breath before he was on you again.
Your pussy dripped with longing, hips grinding against the ground for relief, but with your limited movement, you couldn’t hit where you needed it the most. Instead your ignored clit throbbed with want until it hurt.
Tears streamed down your face and Cyno took more pleasure at the sight than he thought he would. You looked at him with weeping eyes and that was the end for him, his cock throbbing in your mouth.
“Swallow,” was the only warning he gave before he gripped your head with both hands, pulling your face to the base of his shaft as he’s cumming in big spurts down your throat. You swallow as much as you could, but it leaks out of your lips and drips down your chin.
His energy flares as he comes, the electricity against your wrist crackling erratically, giving you constant shocks of pain and pleasure that continue to just build and well up inside you.
He releases the grip he has in your hair, pulling his dick out of your lips as you cough with deep gasping breaths. You chest heaved with each gulp of air like it didn’t know when you would be free like this again.
Cyno waited as you calm yourself down, tucking himself back into his pants and smoothing out the cloth like he didn’t just fuck every last inch of your throat. When you look up at him with red, wet eyes he feels his cock twitch in his pants despite the fact that he already came.
Your eyes follow his hands as they reach up to thumb the trail of cum on your chin. He rubs it into your skin, smearing it across your ruined face before he pushes into your mouth. His expression is completely unreadable as you suck, savoring the flavor of him on your tongue.
He pushes you gently this time, dragging his hand down your face through the wet spit and cum that covered your face until he wrapped his fingers around your sore throat.
One touch was all you needed, your skin rumbling with want. You were practically shaking as you panted, trying to scoot yourself towards him for just one feel. He held you firmly in place, but you were so close without even being touched once.
“Bad girls don’t get to cum.”
You realize now that you were never going to see Cyno angry. He doesn’t do things out of anger. He’s calculating, exact, even as he fucked himself deep into your throat. As angry as you tried to make him, this was always where this situation was going to end.
He increases the pressure gradually, pressing down until your breath is caught in your throat. Your vision begins to grow hazy, speckles of black spotting your vision until you feel the touch of his lips against yours right before everything turns black.