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“Good girl. Give us a spin, baby.”
Childe does just that, flashing Wriothesley a smile. On the battlefield, Childe is a killing machine. He’s the Tsarista’s bestest weapon, her hidden gem. He thirsts for bloodshed and aches for a good fight.
But here, in Wriothesley’s office in the fortress, he’s the warden’s pretty girl. Dressed up in his cage, a frilly little skirt that does nothing to hide the lacey underwear beneath it and the cropped black bralette, he shakes his hips to swish the skirt and saunters over to Wriothesley.
“Neuvillete isn’t coming?” he asks as he places himself in Wriothesley’s lap. His feet hook onto the insides of Wriothesley’s knees, his legs spread over the warden’s lap. His cage hangs down, pressed firmly against Wriothesley’s own.
“Not tonight, gorgeous,” Wriothesley purrs, pressing a kiss to Childe’s cheek. “He’s busy. But I can send him a few pictures, hm? Aren’t you going back to Schneznaya soon?”
Childe shudders, the warden licking up his neck and kissing his jaw. “Mhm…” It comes out as a whine, Wriothesley’s hands on his ass. He fondles Childe through his panties, slipping his fingers beneath the fabric and Childe moans at the feeling of Wriothesley’s fingers stroking over his hole.
“Prepared?” Wriothesley pulls back to grin at Childe, pursing his lips for a kiss. “Good girl. I’ve got…” He leans down, beneath the couch and grabs out their box of toys. He shifts around, both of their eyes trained on the box until he pulls out the dildo Neuvillette makes Childe use when he’s not around for their scenes.
Wriothesley’s cock is caged, and he’s not to fuck Childe until Neuvillette is present. Originally, Wriothesley had a lot of choice words but Neuvillette placated him rather quickly with a new collar and a muzzle. Now, he’s a well trained dog, like he always was, and Childe takes the dildo to kiss the tip as Wriothesley watches him.
“Let me put it on the harness,” he whispers as Childe lays his tongue over the tip, his eyes slipping closed. “Hey, fox, come on.”
Childe grumbles, but climbs off Wriothesley’s lap and onto the couch. He lays there, cupping his cage in his panties before he pulls them off, flipping his skirt up to expose himself. He watches as Wriothesley undresses, his hairy belly on display for Childe to lick his lips at. His strong legs step into the harness and he fits it over the top of his own cage.
Phantom jerking is something Wriothesley is quite familiar with. He takes the lube from the box and strokes the multicoloured dildo, made in Neuvillette’s image. It’s purple and blue, tipped with a deep red, veins to replicate the Iudex’s long and girthy cock. On Wriothesley, with his black cage peeking out beneath it, it looks a little funny but Childe’s brain is too horny to really bring it up.
Wriothesley smiles at him, running his big hands over Childe’s freckled legs. “Ass up, baby girl.”
Childe flips himself, spreading his legs like he was taught. He arches his back, holds onto the arm rest of the couch and moans as Wriothesley feeds the dildo into his hole slowly. It isn’t long before Childe is full, his breath hitching as the toy is dragged out of him just as slow as it went in.
“Ah, mmm,” he mumbles, his eyes rolling up when Wriothesley finds his prostate. Already, he’s leaking in his flat cage, making a mess on the couch. He’ll happily lick it up later when Wriothesley is eating him out, so he can’t focus on it too much right now. “Wriothesley?”
“Yeah, gorgeous?” The warden presses on his lower back, grasping his hips in his hands. He leans over him, the hair of his belly tickling Childe’s skin. “Like this, hm?”
“Touch me,” Childe whines, grabbing his hands and shoving them to his chest. Wriothesley tweaks at his nipples through the bralette, quick to stick his hands beneath the fabric and squeeze Childe’s pecs. “Mmm, augh–”
“Squeeze me, baby,” Wriothesley whispers in his ear, pulling him up by his chest. “Yeah, good girl. Work me.”
Childe slams his hips back to meet Wriothesley’s thrusts, moaning high pitched as Wriothesley grips him. He looks down, his cage dangling and slapping with the thrusts and his eyes roll up as his prostate is targeted. He’s leaking everywhere, as usual, and his chest is red from Wriothesley’s pawing and tweaking.
“Wriothesley!” he shouts, his hand drifting down to feel the dildo in his stomach from the thrusting. “Please– Wriothesley–”
The warden reaches down and slaps Childe’s balls, effectively making him shudder with his orgasm as it shoots out of him. He keeps the taps and slaps going until Childe is pawing at him to stop, thrashing his head from side to side as his hips still push back against the dildo.
“Keep going?” Wriothesley asks, chuckling at Childe’s nod. “Okay, love.”
“You feel so good,” Childe moans, knowing it will help Wriothesley to cum in his cage. “I can feel–” He takes Wriothesley’s hand again, laying it against his stomach to feel the dildo punching out his stomach when Wriothesley thrusts in.
“Fuck,” Wriothesley groans and in seconds, he’s shaking and shivering against Childe. He pulls out slowly, cooing at Childe’s weak moan and manages to drag Childe to the floor to lay against the couch.
“Don’t ruin the leather,” he whispers, unhooking the dildo from the harness as Childe begins to lick up Wriothesley’s spend from the seats. He moans in reply, his headspace espacing him as he mindlessly licks up their cum, pulling his skirt back over his ass just before Wriothesley smacks it.
There’s a few clicks and shutters, one right in Childe’s face as he laps up his cum. Wriothesley grabs him by his hair to angle him and takes a final photo before he’s helping Childe back to the couch.
“Kiss me,” he whispers, and Childe does so. He sticks his tongue put, huffing when Wriothesley sucks the taste of himself off his tongue. The kiss is messy, spit and cum exchanged between them and Wriothesley, the dirty man, can’t help but fondle Childe’s pecs through his bralette as they do.
He ducks down to clean off Childe’s cage, humming at the taste as he does. Childe’s legs shake and twitch, his hand sneaking into Wriothesley’s hair to hold him there. His whine is pitiful, urging Wriothesley off him when he’s pushed into overstimulation.
Wriothesley gets up with a short grunt, taking the camera from the floor. He checks the photos, humming at a few before he heads to his desk completely naked and pulls out an envelope. “I’m keeping a few,” he warns Childe, shooting him a wink as he lays there in blissed out happiness.
He can’t wait to see what Neuvillette will do with the photos. Or what he’ll do to
Childe
in their next meet up.