Merry Kinkmas II: Once In a Dream

by DaggerLobo, Ravvi

Summary:

It's that time of the year again! You remember Kinkmas. (Basically Kinktober but we’re too slow for that lol) Now it's the sequel!

It’s been two years since Malleus Draconia, Prince and Heir Apparent to the throne of Briar Valley overblotted. With his immense power, he put the entire region around Sage’s Island into a deep, magically induced sleep.

Two years later, STYX only watches them, with fading hope that something will change. Every night, this post is held by a single guard. A guard who is not themselves watched~

This fanfic is an edited RP, with prompts, decisions and and characters randomly spun for from a masterlist and rolled for on dice.

Chapter 1: Sebek For Sale

Summary:

Sebek Zigvolt x mobs, prostitution, rimming, magical fleshlight

Subject matter includes noncon/dubcon

It’s been two years since Malleus Draconia, Prince, and Heir Apparent to the throne of Briar Valley, overblotted.

With his immense power, he put the entire region around Sage’s Island into a deep, magically induced sleep, protecting his victims from the outside world behind a wall of impenetrable briars. Inside the wall, he further imprisoned them by trapping them in an arcane realm that generates peaceful, happy dreams. Dreams where they are given everything they could ever want. Dreams where their lives are calm, and conflict-free.

Shortly after the incident, the dreamers attempted to wake, and throw off the magical effect keeping them imprisoned. They failed, and the attempt only landed them in an even deeper sleep. However, they did win one, small victory. Malleus Draconia’s spell had been spreading, intent on covering the entire world. After the breakout attempt it had halted, remaining localized to Sage’s island and the circle of ocean just a mile off the shore in all directions.

At first, STYX and their allies remained focused in their efforts free the sleepers. But as weeks slipped into months, and finally into years, their support slowly withdrew. They were forced to pull back their resources. To reduce their interventions.

Now, two years later, they only watch. They watch, and wait, and watch some more.

In a shadowy backroom of STYX’s headquarters, a bank of monitors above a grimy desk constantly displays the dreams of the mages who attempted to fight Malleus and lost. Every night, they are watched by a single night guard. That guard has only one job: alert their superiors in the tiny, fleeting chance that the dreamers are ever able to wake again.

They are not, themselves, watched. 

They have access to all of STYX’s data. All of their simulations. They have the ability to inject data into those dreams, using the now two-year-old technology that was placed inside the briar wall during the breakout attempt. 

And of course, they have access to the dreams of more than a dozen, deliciously helpless dreamers. No one knows that the Night Watcher has begun their own, private little experiments. Not to wake the dreamers, no. That would be impossible at this stage, and dangerous for everyone involved. Their only goal is to while away the long nights by keeping themselves entertained. Entertained by making salacious little tweaks to the mages’ dreams, and then watching the result~

Tonight is like any other, and they are alone once again. No company.  No authority but their own. Plenty of freedom to do whatever they pleased. 

Now who to experiment with first?

They created a lovely wheel just for this purpose. It will be the first time they’ve used it, but the idea is that they will roll for a scenario, a focal person, and then find a way to make it happen within Malleus dream world~  Tonight they’re feeling particularly bold and bored, so they open up the digital wheel on their phone, and give it a tap. It spins merrily around, before coming to a halt and displaying the result with a pop of digital confetti.

Sebek Zigvolt, rimming, magical fleshlight, prostitution

‘Magical fleshlight, huh? I think I need to make this equal-opportunity…’ The Watcher chuckles to themselves.

With a few clicks and keystrokes, they begin gathering data and constructing a scenario. There is only one, golden rule that you have to follow while tinkering with the dream world: Don’t piss off the dragon. Other than that, everything is fair game. Especially if the scenario only involves NPCs. The dream NPCs are disposable projections of their real life counterparts. The dream doesn’t care what happens to them once they’re out of sight of the dreamer. That makes bigger dream worlds prime real estate for these scenarios~ If the dreamer can’t see it, then it might as well not be happening at all.

With that in mind, the Watcher settles on Leona’s dream for this experiment. His map encompasses the entirety of the Sunset Savanna region in striking detail and accuracy. It has the tendency to destabilize once every three months or so, but they’re currently in the middle of one of those cycles. Plenty of time for some fun~

They load Sebek Zigvolt’s data into a promising little corner of the dream, as far away from Leona’s royal palace as it can be. No need for interruptions or accidental rescues. 

‘I forgot how well-endowed this one is,’ they chuckle to themselves as they generate a dummy version of Sebek. STYX has enough data on all of NRC’s notable mages to fully simulate them, right down to the smallest and most private detail. They think, act, and speak exactly as their counterpart would. They seem so real that even the dreamer’s closest friends might not realize that they are a copy~

Time for some fun~ They giggle to themselves, and press play.

 

===

 

Sebek wakes on a hard, hot surface. He’s confused and disoriented, but doesn’t feel hurt in any meaningful way? The last thing he remembers is heading to lunch after a grueling outdoor fitness class with Vargas. His upper arms and thighs are sore. He’s hungry. He’s truly looking forward to eating with Lilia, Lord Malleus, and Silver! They’re all meeting in the lunch room today, and they can order whatever the school chefs can make~

His stomach growls, and he salivates at the thought of his favourite food, salmon carpaccio~ The school makes a very passable version, and he wants it so badly. He rubs his eyes and sits up, trying to clear the fuzziness from his head. Why is he lying down? Did he pass out from hunger? Or perhaps he laid down on the hot sidewalk to sleep like Silver…? He hopes not. That would be extremely embarrassing…

“What…?” He blinks hard and looks around himself in confusion. His surroundings are dim, and just a little smoky, but the more they are revealed, the less he understands. He is in a small room with a hard-packed, clay floor. The walls are made from a similar, sun baked clay brick. The only furniture is a wooden platform with a colourful, wool blanket spread out over the top.That is what he is lying on. A tiny window slit with no glass in the far wall shows that it is nearing nighttime. It is too small to let in much light, or more importantly, let him out. The only way out of the room is a single, narrow door with a wooden lintel and intricate carvings around the frame. The murmur of voices and laughter is filtering through it.

“How did I...?” He asks himself. It looks as though he's in a different location from NRC all together! The more he tries to make sense of it all, the more fuzzy his head feels. The small room, the clay floor, the carvings on the door and patterns on the blanket… it all looks like items that his grandfather and Lilia have brought back from the Sunset Savanna as souveniers. Is he in the Sunset Savanna? And did he sleep through the ENTIRE afternoon? When did it get so late? 

He approaches the door, trying to open it to try to see what was going on. It’s firmly locked, and scarcely budges against the frame. But before he can try to open it more forcefully, a hand blatantly wraps itself around his cock and gives it an exploratory squeeze.

“GHHHH?!” Sebek gasps, eyes going wide. He reaches down to hold himself, and to swat away at whoever… whatever?! But there’s no one here?! 

"HEY!" He calls out to the phantom in annoyance. “CEASE MOLESTING ME AT ONCE!”

There’s no response, which he finds insulting. He can’t see or feel an actual hand touching him down there. He’s still fully clothed, albeit in loose, brightly coloured cotton clothes that he has never seen before. And despite the fact that there is absolutely no one around, the feeling does not stop. In fact, it intensifies! Because now he feels something hot and wet, like a tongue, laving the tip and the shaft of his cock. The movements are quick and very deliberate, and VERY UNWANTED. 

"What the?! Whoever you are! Phantom! Stop! Remove your foul tongue from my person!" Sebek stumbles back, pulling his pants down to try and see if there is something underneath. His cock is throbbing, and once his pants are out of the way, it pops right out, standing tall and proud for ALL OF THE WRONG REASONS. Long, curved and as thick around as four fingers. Most of the time, it stays tucked modestly inside a horizontal slit just below his pubic mound. He might only be half crocodile fae, but that half is strong enough to give him a dusting of scales instead of pubic hair, and tucked genitals. He couldn’t help but be appalled when he learned that humans have their genitals out all the time, and swinging around where they could get injured or seen. Ghastly. His own keeps itself PROPERLY tucked in until it’s needed, the way it SHOULD be.

His parents did explain that this was a genetic roll of the dice though. His older brother evidently has a scaly top, and a human bottom, to which he screeched ‘MOM WHY?’ when she brought it up. Rare or not, Sebek keeps this information very private. Last time someone caught a glimpse of him showering, they commented that he was uptight because he was tucked in like a freak, and the memory haunts him to this day. 

"You! Go back inside!!!!" He hisses to his cock and tries to tuck it back down. It doesn’t listen, only throbbing even harder as it begins to turn purple like the traitor it is, but other than that, he sees nothing out of the ordinary. It might have been a relief if it hadn’t been very obvious that he is STILL being touched! Now he can feel someone pushing his cock slowly inside a tight, hot, and slick opening. Goosebumps run all up the insides of his thighs and lower back, and sweat starts to drip down his sides. His stomach muscles hitch reflexively, and his face heats up. His legs start to tremble a little from the strangeness of this all, and he shakily sits down on the bed to reassess his situation. The setting, the clothes, the THINGS happening to his body?! What is going on?

He stuffs his pants tightly between his legs, and squeezes his eyes shut. This must be some sort of sorcery. He has heard of spells that verge on taboo magic. It is possible to craft a doll out of clay and magical herbs in the likeness of a person, and then to touch or hurt the doll from a distance. If bound correctly with hair or blood, the doll should then transmit that pain or sense of pressure to the person it was made for. But he has NEVER heard of such a thing being done for… for PRIVATE parts!

“Gnhhhhhhh…” Sebek groans, and tucks the wad of cloth even tighter against his crotch. Has someone made a clay doll of him? Why?!?! WHAT HAS HE EVER DONE TO OFFEND ANYONE? 

His stomach begins to clench rhythmically as the hot, slippery squeezing continues. He rarely touches himself for any reason other than hygiene. Usually, he’s very disciplined. He hardly gives into urges of any kind, because he holds high expectations of himself. He wants to be perfect for Lord Malleus, and this... this isn't his best!

"Rrrrraaaagh! Cut it out…" Sebek cries out. The end of his protest cuts out into a breathy whine that immediately makes him feel small and pathetic. He clamps his teeth together rather than make another such noise, grinding his hips almost reflexively into his balled-up pants.

‘J-just because this feels good doesn't mean I approve! My private parts are not your toy!’

The more aroused he becomes, the less he notices the discomfort, the oppressive heat, or the way his throat has become a little scratchy from the smoke. His hips keep twitching, unable to control the pace, but desperate for this unseen tormentor to speed up. He reaches down to squeeze himself directly, but the attempts are just strangely overwhelming. It’s as if the sensitive nerve endings in his body have doubled, and touching everything at the same time makes his stomach hitch and plaintive yelps push out of his throat.

This continues for about a minute, whipping him up into a frustrated, desperate frenzy. And then he feels his fully engorged cock slip out of that tight, slippery pocket. 

“Ghhhhhh…” Sebek lets go of himself, and stares up at the ceiling, his hips twitching and chest heaving. He’s covered in sweat, and his crotch is just throbbing. He barely has enough time to catch his breath before the door opens. 

“AH?!” He yelps, covering himself with his pants. A group of three, unfamiliar, hyena beastman walk into the room as though they own the place. The woman is nearly taller than he is, and dressed in a simple, black cotton wrap that barely reaches the top of her thighs. She has a simple, wooden box under one arm. The two men are much shorter. One is dressed in a skimpy, bright paisley waist wrap, and the other in loose, cotton garments that match Sebek’s.

“Please enter~” The fully dressed hyena beastman bows to the couple and ushers them inside. 

"You-!? What-?! Who are you?! One has to knock before entering!" Sebek gasps. This is so rude! The worst part...? He's not tucked in! For shame... why isn't his cock tucking itself in like it should?! This should be a massive turn off! Why has his body betrayed him in this way?!

“Hmm?” The intruding hyenas pause, all looking at him as though he’s said something strange and very rude. Finally the fully-dressed hyena speaks up in a plaintive, apologetic tone. 

“Madam, I deeply apologize! It appears this one was improperly prepared today.” He shoots Sebek a withering glare, but the woman only chuckles.

“He is clean?” She asks simply. 

“YES, of course mistress.”

“Then bring leather thongs. I will discipline him for you.”

She holds out a hand with the calm, easy authority of someone who no one ever says no to.

‘Discipline?’ Sebek wonders, wondering why he’s feeling so odd. His head is spinning, his memories fuzzy. Is this... why is he getting glared at like this hyena knows him?! He doesn't know anything-!

‘I'll do anything! I just need to make enough for a plane ticket!’

That... fragment of a memory. He can hear it echo in his ears. It hurts his head. He screws his eyes shut, feeling a little sick. 

“M-my thanks! At once,” the fully dressed hyena ducks out of the room and skitters off. The woman saunters over to the bed and looks down at Sebek. The other one, her partner…? He peeks over her shoulder, looking hesitant and a little worried.

“Turn over. On your stomach,” she says. Sebek squints up at her, still holding his head. He feels so dizzy... 

‘You think you can handle this? It's not an easy job.’

‘I've been trained to be a retainer and knight for Lord Malleus, the Prince of Briar Valley! I'm the best that anyone could ever get! I am held back only by fools!’

‘This ain't no knightly job though. It's tough. You gotta be good with people, and so far, you've just been an arrogant prick.’

‘What?! But I haven’t…? I didn’t mean to!’

‘You’re pretty enough I guess. That might buy you some forgiveness, especially if you can learn to keep your mouth shut. Well then, let’s see what you’re packing…’

Sebek looks at the hyena woman with blurry vision. ‘Did I... I don't... I don't recall ever agreeing to something like this?’ He’s sure… he’s sure that he did not! This must be a trick. He wouldn't... he surely did not agree to do this? These memories must be a trick. There is no way he was ever desperate enough to sell his body!

"Ma'am. I... I have to go." Sebek shakily tries to get to his feet. 

“No.” She shoves him back down. She’s startlingly strong, and the glint in her eye is cruel. “Your price was quite high for goods that have yet to be broken in. I’ll be expecting a discount when next I visit.”

“What?!” Sebek struggles, not expecting the strength behind her grapple. What does she mean?! High priced goods? Not broken in?! 

"Unhand me you vile woman! I need to go back to my Lord Malleus! I am his precious retainer and knight!" He screeches. She makes an amused noise, then wrestles him down and wrenches one of his arms up behind his back. Her mate makes a distressed sound, but he just stays timidly in the corner as she pins him down on his stomach. 

“Mistress, as you requested…?” The brothel manager is standing at the doorway, holding a handful of leather strips.

“Thank you,” she says as her own mate jumps to grab the leather strips and hold them to his mistress. “Stuff a few into that mouth while I bind his hands. His voice is grating and unpleasant.”

She wraps the leather around his wrists in a cruelly tight knot that immediately starts to make his hands go numb. He hisses, his head fuzzy as the smell of smoke lies thick in his nose... 

“... so, you're a crocodile?”

“A crocodile FAE, thank you very much.”

Mmm... I think you can do well here. It's demanding work, but the pay can be good if you put out.

Great! I promise to be the very best a knight can give! I... oh... when... when do I start...?

Now. 

The hyena’s mate jumps onto the bed platform and flinchingly pushes a wad of leather up to Sebek’s mouth, as though hoping he’ll be good and simply allow himself to be gagged. Sebek struggles and snaps his teeth. The man squeals and yanks his hand back, clearly terrified of getting bitten.

“Give it to me.” The woman takes the leather from him and rams it between Sebek’s teeth. “I’m sorry. This is all a bit too rough for you, I know.”

She ties the was in place with another strip, and then steps back and rips his shirt off. He can hear the seams popping as they get yanked over his head.

“There, now he’s safe~” She balls up the pants and stuffs them under his hips to lift his bare backside into the air. “Go ahead and sate yourself.”

“You spoil me~” Her mate says in a soft, demure voice. Sebek hears him walk around to the end of the bed platform.

“You.” She gives Sebek’s ass a sharp, warning slap. “Behave or it will be worse for you.”

"Mmmph!" Sebek screeches into the gag. Fear makes his chest heave and his body tremble even harder than before. His ass is now bare and his tiny, cleaned out pucker is revealed to the world. 

She stands and walks around to the head of the bed platform. Sebek can see that same, wooden box in her hands as she sits against the wall, legs carelessly splayed. Her cotton wrap hikes itself up past her hips, blatantly showing off what looks like a short, thick cock hanging between her legs. The opening at the tip seems wider than it should be, and there’s no visible glans or foreskin. Just a faint shimmer of slick fluid. His eyes go wide at the sight. She… she has some manner of dick? How…?

The sight suddenly makes his mouth water…

“You'll be serving customers like this. Hyena beastwomen mostly. They have an enlarged clitorous, so don’t act weird when they lift their wrap. They hate it when you act weird.”

“I... I have no experience-”

“It's alright! Just use your tongue and pay attention.”

“I feel sorry for him.” Her mate interrupts the memory in a soft voice. Sebek feels him settle between his legs and rub the place where she hit him.

“You soft, gentle thing. Your pity is misplaced,” she drawls, eyelids half closing as she gazes over at him. 

“I know. But still~” he says demurely. Sebek feels soft hands spread the cleft of his backside open, and then a soft, almost tickling flicker of pressure draws itself over the rim of his opening.

Sebek twitches, feeling dazed. He remembers... oh seven he remembers. He agreed to sell his body in hopes of making enough money to go home. He got stranded and nobody else wanted to hire him. This place took a chance on him. Cleaned him up, gave him room and board. Showed him what was expected.

And how has he repaid their kindness? He hasn’t. He's... he's been rude. As this new reality settles over him, his head starts to hurt less. His vision clears These are his customers. He had to be good for them.

He spreads his legs and lifts up his ass a little, trying to assist this male hyena wanted. Even with his head clearer, he still feels so... loopy. Perhaps the enema and then the alcohol wash that they used on him? He needs to make sure he is extremely clean for his customers, but he seems to be unusually susceptible to alcohol…

He mumbles an apology into the gag, and arches his back with a semi-theatrical moan when he feels a tongue lightly trace the rim of his pucker. Normally he would never allow this, but he's desperate. And he's been super cleaned. 

“Our rules make sure everyone stays healthy! We try to be as clean as possible here, but the alcohol stays on the OUTSIDE! On the inside, it can make you very, very drunk.”

Sebek groans, sure that he followed their instructions incorrectly and caused this mess with his incompetence. He tries to make up for it by paying close attention to the male hyena client. His tongue is gentle and thorough, pampering and wetting his opening until he can feel the tight rim relaxing. A memory informs him that it should be sandpaper rough and unpleasant, like a cat. But instead, it’s soft and silky smooth. His client must be using the underside, just for Sebek’s sake. He arches in silent thanks, and a much more genuine moan creeps out from behind the leather gag. His hole twitches, loving the attention. One of the workers showed him how to 'eat ass' during his training. He was told that it shouldn’t be expected of him right away, but to be prepared to receive it. His ass is apparently pretty, and has an exotic pale colour with green undertones. Anything different becomes popular, that’s what they told him.

“Mmmm~” the woman sighs, watching her mate work with a tender smile. The organ between her legs is shrinking, pulling back closer to her body and opening slightly in the center to reveal a bright pink center. “Do you mean to make me jealous by spoiling a whore~?”

“I make you jealous~?” the man’s voice is teasing and sweet. He slowly sits up and presses his hips against Sebek’s ass. The hard curve of his cock is an immediately noticeable pressure against the sensitive opening.

“You know that you do,” she snorts. She opens the box, and takes out a perfect, ceramic replica of Sebek’s own cock. She rubs the tip of it against her own, narrow opening with a deep sigh, and Sebek feels the heat and slick pressure as though she were doing it directly to his own body…

“We specialize in these trinkets, which allow our customers to sample your shape and size before buying. It is our trademark, and some customers, especially couples, may want to use them during sessions…”

He can remember the cast that was taken of his cock, and then the way he put his own magic into the linked, ceramic replica. It had been a tricky and somewhat humiliating experience to keep himself still and erect for long enough to create it.

“Ghhhh~” Sebek shudders, his hole winking and pulsing as he feels pressure being placed on it. Another memory comes to him as he easily slips inside with a happy sigh. 

“Too tight! You need to learn to relax! Always lube up before your shift, and lube between every client! If you don’t take care of yourself, you won’t be able to work.”

Sebek lets out the longest, drawn out moan as he’s penetrated and used to fill his female client’s tight, elongated pocket. He stares up at her as she slowly sinks onto the replica, expression flickering just a little to betray how big it is for her. How much of a stretch she must be feeling. He remembers now that he’s popular with young, conservative hyena women for exactly this reason. Giving birth is difficult and dangerous for women of their species. In the cities, it is taken for granted that they will simply get a c-section when the time comes. Anything less will tear open and ruin their enlarged clitorous. But out here, in the small towns and villages, it’s considered unwomanly to shirk from natural birth. Their belief, which the brothel manager happily encourages, is that sex with Sebek will stretch them open and prepare their bodies for the process. Especially with his dildo, which prevents any possible chance of unwanted pregnancy.

'That's right... I'm doing a service to ensure they will have safer pregnancies. It's more than just prostitution, I'm playing a crucial role. One that a knight of Malleus Draconia can be proud of.' 

“Ohnnn~” her mate croons as he sinks into Sebek’s ass. His cock is long and slender. He starts rutting right away, losing a little of that demure exterior as he greedily plunges into Sebek’s hole again and again. His mate is a little more reserved, bouncing shallowly on the magical dildo. The combined sounds of their panting, wet slaps and slick stroking echoes in Sebek’s ears. His stomach is pulled tight, and his breath comes in sharp little inhales. The man’s cock might be skinny, but he knows exactly how to angle it to pound into his inner sweet spot.

'Yes! Enjoy my muscular rump. It is the very best! Oh! You... you seem rather talented with your sword play! Allow me to give you a proper duel!' 

Sebek grins around the gag, his eyes flashing a prideful challenge as he clenches tightly around his client’s cock. It’s only moments before his skill draws a delightful shudder and a pulse of wet heat from his client. Sebek tenses up, his hole pulsing around him as he finds his own orgasm. His cock spills onto the sheets as he feels his female client find her own peak around his dildo. He did it. He helped this couple~

Once free, he finds strength to undo his gag. "Ah... is... is that all you need...?"

The couple are tenderly kissing and nuzzling each other. When Sebek speaks up, the woman drags him in and aggressively cuddles him as well. Her mate gently kisses his cheek, and snuggles down between the two of them.

“Stay for a moment… show good manners,” she says groggily.

"Yes of course. Whatever you need, this knight will provide." Sebek affirms. He provides an embrace of his own, and closes his eyes. "Sorry about earlier. I forgot where I was."

“Hmmph,” she says, though her motions are forgiving as she gives the two of them a gentle squeeze and falls still.

===

Outside in the control room, the Watcher finds themselves forced to look away from their experiment as the shift change draws nearer. No one will ever know that a hardworking, crocodile fae prostitute has woven himself into the fabric of Leona’s fragile dream world, becoming yet another strange detail in the larger tapestry~ What a delightful quirk, that the dream code re-wrote his memories partway through. It prevented violence, and what could have been a very brutal magical fight. Was that an intentional feature of Malleus’ arcane realm, or simply a quirk of Leona’s projection into it? Perhaps they will revisit this scenario again later to investigate, and to watch Sebek The Devoted Whore fall in love with his new job~

Chapter 2: Beauty and the Beast

Summary:

Jack x Epel
Size difference, window/balcony sex, power play

No content warnings

Another night watching monitors, another snore fest. As the Watcher stares bleakly at the dreamers, trying to perform some semblance of their job. It MIGHT be possible if their mind didn’t keep gleefully replaying their most recent experiment. That scene with Sebek was... oddly satisfying~ More satisfying than the random NPCs they’ve experimented with before, using stitched together data from half a dozen sources. There’s no risk that Ms. Zigvolt will ever see her son’s face deepthroating hyena clitorouses, true. But the amalgamations are predictable. Boring.

Just like this whole job, oh GODS it is so boring.

Almost compulsively, they turn away from the monitors, pull out their phone, and spin the wheel. It lands on ‘Size difference, window/balcony sex, power play~’! They spin again for a focal person, and it lands on…

 ‘Jack Howl’

‘WHAT KIND OF LUCK IS THAT?! I get size difference with the burliest NRC freshman?!’ The Watcher thinks with a level of glee so potent it’s almost aggressive. It’s like a sign from the gods that they approve of these activities~

They quickly gather all of STYX’s data about Jack and carefully read his dossier. A grin creeps across their face as an idea forms in their mind.

'I believe this scenario is perfect for you~' 

They sneak into Jack's dream and begin to load in a carefully crafted projection of Epel Felmier. The idea, and the challenge, is to influence Jack Howl directly. NPC projections are fine, but there is always the chance that the data will be corrupted by Malleus’ spell. That’s what happened with Sebek’s scenario. His code was overwritten to change him from a scared NRC student to a lost tourist who became a career prostitute. It was nice, but the Watcher had been hoping for fireworks~ Maybe a vicious gangbang of racist, loudmouth Sebek by all the brothel workers. That would have been fun~

Buuuuut, fun or not, they can’t get violent if real, actual Jack Howl is going to be involved. They have to go for sweet and gentle this time. Just a perky, farmboy romance to put the cherry on top of Jack’s one-dimensional, idealized dream.

They make the necessary changes to Epel’s data (mostly just a generous boost in his natural flying skill and a slight increase in sluttiness) and then begin the experiment…

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Jack’s housewarden, Leona Kingscholar, is every inch the noble, upstanding prince that he had imagined. So noble in fact, that Jack feels inspired to double down on Spelldrive even though running is his true passion. He gets plenty of practice with Savannaclaw’s normal dorm practices, but he can do better. He must do better if he is to have any chance of beating Diasomnia in the upcoming Spelldrive tournament.

And so, at least for this first year, he lets go of the Track and Field club and transfers to the Spelldrive club instead. That’s where he first meets Epel Felmier. A spunky little spitfire who looks like a rose, and screams like a hick wildcat whenever anyone says so. Jack barely would have noticed him at all, except that he is a prodigy on a broom. Jack himself has trouble with flying. He simply isn’t built for travel through the air, and despite his athleticism on the field, he finds himself self-conscious that his flying is not equally as honed. So one day, after a long and grueling practice, he waits until he can find Epel alone in the locker room, and approaches him.

“Hi,” he says, immediately feeling gruff and awkward. Epel turns around, ponytail swishing like a teeny tail as he looks up at Jack with beautiful, blue eyes. When Jack first met him, he thought he was a girl, only to then get shouted at and repeatedly punched by tiny fists.

"SAY THAT AGAIN! I double dog dare ya… ya DOG!" He’d screeched. It had taken Leona picking him up like a misbehaving puppy and tossing him down on the bleachers to make him stop. 

"Oh. Uh... howdy-I mean... hi. Jack." Epel says, cheeks flushing pink. "Fancy meeting you here in this... locker room." 

He brushes back a loose piece of his hair with an awkward laugh. Jack looks around, wondering uncomfortably what Epel meant by that? They all change together in this locker room all the time?

“Yeah, I wanted to talk to you without anyone else around,” he grumbles. “Is that okay?”

He internally braces himself for Epel to become weirdly offended and fly at him with his fists.

"I uh... y-yes?" Epel says, throat bobbing hard as he swallows.

“Okay…” Jack looks down at him, feeling strangely flustered and off balance. He’s never noticed before just how small Epel is. He can’t help looking at his waist, and then his thighs, wondering whether his hands could fit all the way around them if he tried.

They probably could~

“Uh… You fly really good,” he finally manages to say, and immediately wants to sink into the floor and vanish. Why did he say that?! In that way?!?! WHY???

"Well no shit, I've been flying on my farm for years-Ahem... thank you. Uh..." Epel retorts. His face goes bright pink, and he fidgets with his feet for a minute before blurting out, "Your muscles are amazing. I mean like... how did ya get so big? You're built like a... like a... barge! What are you eating?! I gotta know!" 

“Uh…” Jack stares at him, tail wagging tentatively. “I like pears, but nothing… nothing all that weird. I wanted to ask if you could fly with me. So I could learn how to fly better for games! I wanna be the best Spelldrive player I can be, but I’m not good enough at flying.”

He beams down at Epel, feeling internally triumphant. YES. This is better. His mouth is working like it should again. 

"Yeah! Only, you gotta help me get stronger too! I wanna bench press like you do!" Epel breaks out into a massive grin. He holds out a hand with a fierce expression, cheeks flushing even pinker as he stares into Jack’s eyes as though he’s about to challenge him. "Deal?" 

“Deal!” Jack’s tail wags even faster as he reaches down and firmly shakes Epel’s hand.

That was a few weeks ago now. Their after-school sessions started off exactly as they planned. Jack helped Epel with weights and bulking. Epel helped Jack with flight maneuvers and broom control.

He couldn’t say for certain when things got to be more… more. He was spotting Epel at a bench press, hands hovering where they could catch the bar if Epel’s arms gave out. He’s worked up to 150 lbs, and it’s endearingly impressive how much effort he’s put into improving his strength. He’d just managed the press, and set the bar down with a cheer of celebration…

And then all of a sudden they were kissing.

It was like a whirlwind of actions and emotions. Epel jumped on Jack to celebrate, hugging his neck with his legs dangling off the floor…

And then their lips locked. It was a short, surprised kiss without much more than warm pressure. But when they parted, Epel was gazing up at Jack, legs wrapped around his waist and face bright pink. His sky-blue eyes were shining with a haze of desire.

"Fuck. Aah... Aah... fuck it! Aah lahk ya, consarn it! Do... do ya...? Fuggit, ah'm sorry! Ah kissed ya lak a fool’n mebbe ya don’ even fancy me??" Epel splutters. Jack couldn’t understand a word, but his face is warm, and the feeling of Epel’s little body cradled in his arms unlocks something deeply primal and protective inside his chest.

Mine~

He squeezes Epel close, and kisses him deeply. Properly this time.

"Hmmmp-?!" Epel squeaks into the kiss, shivering adorably as his mouth opens and his tongue fiercely tangles with Jack’s own. 

And in that moment, nothing else mattered. Only to kiss, and hold, and explore this new found feeling.

After that, they kissed many more times. Almost every day, Epel and Jack were together for practice, and they ended each one with makeout sessions that seemed to get more heated and messy each time. 

A few days later, they found themselves on the roof of the Savannaclaw dorm at sunset. They had flown up there after extra flying practice, to cool off and watch the sunset. Jack breaks out some pear and apple turnovers as a snack. He hands some off to Epel and lets his feet dangle over the edge of the roof, staring out at the pink and gold light painting the undersides of the clouds.

“It’s real pretty tonight. Like you,” Jack says, grinning as he uses the compliment as a deliberate little jab to rile Epel up. 

"Oh shh! You're a dummy~!" Epel’s eye twitches as he smacks Jack on the thigh. "Pretty, he says. I'm cool and handsome, you big puppy!" 

“You’re both~ All three,” Jack says. His tone is a little teasing, but he means it seriously. Epel is pretty, and that’s just a fact. 

"All three he says! Ha!" Epel takes an apple turnover, finishes it in three, big bites, then leaps onto Jack’s lap and grabs his lapels. "Those are fighting words! Call me pretty again! I dare ya..."

Jack grins, tail thumping eagerly against the rooftop. He leans forward and gives him a quick little kiss, just because. And then…

“You’re adorable~”

"Raaahh!" Epel shoves his toes into the edge of the roof to force Jack down onto his back. "Take it back! I ain't adorable!" 

Jack can’t stop laughing, because this is even more adorable. He rolls around with Epel for a bit, humoring his desire to wrestle. He’s strong for such a little guy, but strength isn’t nearly as much of an advantage as size and bulk with this one-on-one sort of fighting. After a moment, he uses both to flip Epel over onto his back, and pin his hands in a nicely submissive gesture that THOROUGHLY unlocks something inside him. Something satisfying, protective, and compelling.

Mine~

“There you go. Show your tummy to the bigger wolves when you can’t beat them,” he snickers, then leans forward and gently bites the tip of Epel’s nose, as if he were a rowdy pup in need of discipline.  Epel pants, his face covered in a light sheen of sweat.

"Lemme up!" Epel kicks his legs and squirms, accidentally hiking his own shirt up and revealing more of his belly to Jack. Jack snickers, then impulsively leans forward and kisses him. His hands stay on Epel’s wrists, keeping him pinned~ When he pulls back, Epel’s little face is flushed pink, and his chest is fluttering with quick little breaths. He stares up at Jack for just a moment, then his expression crumples, and he flinches to one side.

"Ouch!" He whimpers, eyes overbright as they fill with tears. Jack immediately gets off of him, feeling alarmed and abashed. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you!”

"Ha!" Epel’s expression hardens into a mischievous grin. He lunges forward and  shoves both hands into Jack’s chest

“Wait, did I not actually hurt you?” Jack asks, letting himself fall over with Epel on top of him.

"No silly! I was doing that acting thing Vil always insists I practice." Epel snickers, fumbling around as he tries to lift up the bottom of Jack’s shirt. "Now you can show you belly to me~"

“Oh. So you lied to me.” Jack grins, then explodes up from under Epel. He tosses him up into the air, catches him, and then thumps him onto his back with a deep, playful laugh as he squeals in outrage. “I should have guessed. You’re tough.”

“HEY!” Epel bucks underneath him. His head is touching the edge of the roof, with a fifty foot drop to the ground below. Jack might have been worried about one of them falling if he didn’t already know that both of them could fly. 

“Good~ Show your tummy again~” Jack says smugly as he pins Epel again and peers down at his naughty little face. He wants~ he wants to do SOMETHING. Rub all over Epel, maybe. Roll on him. Push his nose into every inch of his adorable little body. He buries his face into his tummy and inhales deeply, shivering as he lets Epel’s natural smell saturate his senses. 

“Hieeee! Tickles!” Epel jolts, squirming around and laughing. "Hey... take... take your pants off. I wanna see~"

“You take yours off too then,” Jack agrees. He gets up, peels off his gym shorts, and then the tight, spandex spats that go underneath them. He can’t help feeling a little self conscious, even though he’s excited. All the porn he’s ever seen on very secret nighttime investigations had been mostly of humans, but even the few beastmen that they showed were all perfectly hairless down there. Jack is nowhere near hairless. His pubic mound, underarms, chest, and even a light, fuzzy trail up his tummy are all covered in silver hair, just like the stuff that’s on his head. It even sweeps down between his legs and up the small of his back around his tail. His cock, by contrast, is bare, but he’s always thought it looked too small. It does get bigger when he gets hard, but nothing like what he saw on the internet.

Epel strips at the same time, tossing his gym shorts and spats on top of Jack’s. Like all the porn, he's completely hairless. He’s smooth all over, and his own cock is small, like him. 

"Woah... you're so big!" Epel stares. Jack pauses, and then shyly reaches out to take his gym shirt. 

“Lemme see~” 

Epel smirks, then lifts up the hem of his shirt and takes it off. His body is so much smaller compared to Jack’s. He doesn’t have a scrap of hair anywhere. Not his chest, or his underarms, or even his chin. So CUTE. Jack just wants to squeeze him. All over~ He feels a strangely compelling aggression as he stares down at him that’s so protective and adoring that it almost makes him angry. He wants to fight someone and maybe scream. He absolutely wants to bundle Epel up in a big, fluffy blanket and hold him close forever.

He takes off his own shirt, ignoring the fact that his own chest is covered in soft, downy silver fur and then scoops Epel up and squeezes him tight.

“I know… you don’t like being called cute. But it’s one of the things I love best about you. I… I just gotta let you know. Sorry I can’t love you for being manly instead,” he mumbles into the top of his head. 

Epel reaches up and traces his pecs. Pushing his fingers through the downy fur on his chest with a conflicted expression.

"...Look... you know... I hate being called cute, because it makes me feel weak. Most people never said it to me because they liked me. They just said it to mean ‘I’kin kick your ass. I’kin steal your food and make you do things for me.  They never got to know me. But you... you see me, know who I am, and you still call me cute?”

Epel sighs and presses his forehead against Jack’s chest. “I know you ain’t saying it because you see me as weak, but please say something else! I gotta also seem cool too, right?! And tough?!" 

“Hell yes, you’re tough,” Jack says in a matter of fact tone. “You’re tough and strong and an amazing flier. You don’t gotta be big to also be all those things.”

He squeezes Epel again, as if he could push the ideas into him with sheer force. He’s cute and strong. He’s tough and beautiful. It’s just weird that he seems to think the two can’t go together!

Epel now looks ready to cry, and he quickly rubs his eyes to prevent anything from falling. "I uh... I uh... thank you..." Epel takes a deep breath. "Look! Uh... enough about that! Let's... do this thing!" He tips his face upward to kiss Jack. “I’m gonna dom you~”

Jack snorts, giving him just a quick kiss before pulling away. “Looks like I need to make you show your tummy again.”

“NEVER!” Epel lunges at him again. He reminds Jack of one of those tiny dogs with so much confidence and attitude that they believe that they’re twice their actual size. He plays with Epel just a little, teasing him with the possibility that he might actually be able to flip this around. The feeling of their naked, sweaty skin touching is so much better than with clothes. He keeps finding reasons to sneak his knees and hands across Epel’s chest and against his upper thighs. His skin tingles and his breath catches just a little whenever he feels Epel’s own hands straying from his hips or shoulders…

But then he pins Epel back onto his back with a grin, watching him pant and squirm underneath him. His cock is half hard and starting to grow, showing just a hint of the knot at its base. He presses it lightly against Epel’s lower belly with a grin and a shiver.

“You good now~?”

Epel gazes up at him with a hazy expression. Jack can smell his arousal, and feel him trembling. "J-Jack~"

“You gonna be good for me~?” He leans forward and gently bites the tip of Epel’s nose again. They’re right on the edge of the roof, right above that dizzying drop to the ground below, and he feels as though the height is somehow declaring to all the world that this one, this adorable, spunky little spitfire is his~

"Yes. I'll be... good~" Epel whispers. Jack’s heart nearly explodes. He’d been ready for more grumbling, more sassy comments. Having him properly show his tummy and then say he’s giving in~

He lunges forward, covering Epel’s face with happy kisses as he nudges his knees in between Epel’s legs to spread them out. His own cock slips in under Epel’s smaller one, and he pushes forward. Sometimes this part can be a little hard, he thinks? He tries to go slow, just pressing the head of his cock into place even though he wants nothing more than to spear Epel in a single thrust. 

"Mm! B-big..." Epel moans, tipping his hips up and holding onto Jack’s thighs as his head slips over the edge of the roof. The vertigo and the feeling of that tiny body beginning to squeeze around Jack’s cock makes his head spin. He thrusts forward, and sinks inside him all the way up to his knot. It’s tight, and more than anything he’s surprised by how hot he is inside. His smell has subtly changed, and his breath has picked up.  His cute little chest is fluttering and hitching in that way that makes him want to scream and smother him in kisses again.

"You... you're getting bigger-" Epel moans, cock curling up tight against his stomach. “Please~”

What Jack can’t know is that his dream utterly lacks any practical experience with anal sex. And so, in that moment it splits the difference between Epel’s base data, and the limits of Jack’s imagination. If this had been happening in real life, Epel would probably be in a lot of pain, and they both would be dealing with a horrifying, smelly mess. But the biggest lie of porn is that anal sex is clean, self-prepped, and self-lubricated. Jack has never had a reason to distrust this, and so dream-Epel is ready, lubed, perfectly clean, and feeling only pleasure from the slow stretch and friction past the rim of his deeply sensitive opening.

And Jack loves every second of it.

“Guhhhh~” Epel whimpers, hips twitching as Jack gives him a little bounce. "What's... what's down here...?" 

He reaches down between their legs to feel the base of Jack's cock, and the swollen knot pressing against his rim.

“My knot,” Jack gasps. “Can you…? Is it too much?”

He draws back just a little and pushes forward again. Epel’s stomach muscles spasm and a bead of precum drool from the tip of his cock. The tip is bright pink and the shaft is so hard~ His knees tremble and jolt at every little movement, and his breath comes as tight little gasps that send flutters and needy warmth surging through the pit of Jack’s stomach. Jack curls over him, holding his tiny waist in both his hands. He was almost right~ he can just about circle it with just his fingers. 

“We can just…” Jack gasps as he thrusts forward again, pushing gently, but firmly. Even the light touch of Epel’s rim against his knot is intense and heady. A deep, primal instinct nags at him to ram it inside, but he can still remember that fake, but alarming cry of pain Epel tricked him with earlier. He doesn’t want to hurt him. 

"Do it. I ain't a scared! I can take it!" Epel encourages. His words come out breathy and hitched. It’s so cute that Jack leans forward and kisses him deeply as he starts to thrust. His knot smacks against his ass, lightly at first, and then harder and harder. His body jolts with each stroke, making him fully aware of the edge of the roof behind him and the way his shoulders are now  threatening to slip over it. But he can barely think about that as his knot sinks just a little deeper. Deeper, deeper, DEEPER~!

Until it pops inside. Epel’s body spasms, and a strange, clear fluid spurts from the tip of his cock in a few, hard pulses. 

"Nnngh! Gggh!" Epel cries out. Precum dribbles openly from his cock, wetting his belly and the roof under his hips. He holds onto Jack tighter, trying to steady himself. As he sucks in tiny little breaths. Jack whimpers softly, nuzzling and kissing his face as his hips twitch in reflexive little jolts. His head feels like it’s floating, and his vision is hazy. His ears are ringing softly, and his entire universe seems centered on the point where his entire shaft disappears into Epel’s tight little hole.

"uuuuuuuugh... Aah reckon... Aah done broke... Mah back... 'n ass..." Epel slurs. Jack can’t understand a word, but Epel doesn’t sound like he’s in pain. It’s enough of a reassurance for him to let go. The pressure that’s been building up in the pit of his stomach releases. Epel lets out a strained mewling sound. A silly smile starts to spread across his face, and his chest begins to shake with tiny giggles. Cum gushes from the tip of his cock in two, hard pulses, and then his body goes limp, shoulders and head still dangling off the roof.

"Ha... J-Jaaaaaaack~" he slurs.

“Did…did you? You good?” Jack manages. He crouches, dragging Epel up into his lap. His knot still locked firmly into place and will be for at least fifteen minutes. In the meantime, he gently strokes Epel’s back and head.

"Yes… ‘m a good boy,” Epel moans, burying his face in Jack’s chest hair. “M a good boy~”

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The Watcher wants to scream in frustration as the impending shift change forces them to direct the camera feeds away from their experiment. Like it or not, it’s cleanup time.

They wipe down the desk and monitors, grumbling under their breath. They accelerated the dream time, but Jack and Epel barely got through all their initial courtship ten minutes ago! THEY WANTED MORE DELICIOUS PAYOFF!! Epel’s haughty little face gone soft and utterly senseless from orgasm while stuffed full of knotted canine cock, fuck YES.

But now, they have to turn the video feed onto something else. Jack and Epel will stay happily together, but nobody must know, or suspect that the data was tampered with. Hnghhhh… it will be fine. Perhaps the Watcher will look in on the two of them again later. Or maybe start another experiment that will yield results faster. ONE WAY OR THE OTHER, THEY WILL GET THEIR SWEET SWEET PORN.

Chapter 3: The Beautiful Hunter

Summary:

Rook Hunt x Vil Schroenheit
Dom/Sub, temperature play, captive

No major warnings. We had to run this ine twice, so it doesn’t super fit the prompt but it still turned out good ^_^ You’d think Rook with captive would be easy, lol.

With the success of two experiments, the Watcher turns their attention to a loftier goal. They want to work directly with a dreamer again, but this time, one with more sexual experience! Jack was adorable, but going straight for Epel’s poor, unprepared butt with his gigantic wolf knot? He’s lucky he tried that in a dream and not with the real deal. But they digress. The choice of who to meddle with seems obvious when one of the sleeping mages is a renowned actor and legendary fashion icon. If anyone can put on a show, it’s Vil Schroenheit. And who better to perform with him than his most trusted friend~? The Watcher always thought that it was a crying shame that Vil’s dream didn’t include a version of Rook Hunt.

They spend a night carefully making tweaks and adjustments to Rook’s data, peeking in on Epel and Jack as they continue to have adorable, but porn-logic sex in secret little places around the campus. By the next night, they’re ready. They inject the projection directly into Vil’s dream, then sit back to watch the show.

 

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Vil Schroenheit has everything he could ever want. A thriving acting career. A palatial home. Staff to support his needs and wants, and plenty of spare time that he fills with yoga, photography, and high fashion design. He does not remember previous dreams, in which Neige La Blanche had been his dedicated assistant and inferior. In this world, Neige is an old rival whom the world has forgotten. A smear campaign has ruined his reputation and driven him out of the public eye. His image only occasionally resurfaces in unflattering paparazzi photos, with articles gleefully savouring how far the idol had fallen.

Photos, which Vil himself takes a private, guilty pleasure in collecting.

His life is so comfortable in fact, that he almost doesn’t notice that he has acquired a stalker. It’s a dark, lithe figure whom he only catches glimpses of when no one else is around. His security staff just looks at him blankly when he mentions it. His first inclination is to scold and dismiss them, as it is THEIR duty to ensure his life is free of hassles such as this.

But then, almost on a whim, he takes a different course of action. It’s not just anyone who can evade his security, and he’s almost a little impressed. He’s going to take this little security blip into his own hands. It will make for an interesting challenge…

 

 

Piercing green eyes hold an obsession that would make anyone who gazed into them quiver in fear. They stare through a high window, left open to the evening air. 

Open~

Rook Hunt has been following Vil for days, nay, for weeks now. He came to the Shaftlands for only this purpose, direct from the jungles of the Sunset Savanna. Two months ago, he had been raiding a poacher’s camp when he happened upon a performance featuring Vil playing on a laptop computer. His heart had been seized, and he found himself with two options:

Die, or learn everything that he could about this beautiful, perfect man.

Like a sickness, the obsession grew until he couldn't eat. He couldn't sleep. He left the jungle. He traveled to the Shaftlands, collecting videos, magazines, all manner of memorabilia. This barely sated him. He needed more. He still needs more. He must talk to Vil. He must introduce himself, to see Vil’s perfection first hand, but how. Finding him alone is... difficult.

Hence, why he is now crouched in a tree in Vil’s back yard, staring at an open window that leads into a private gym. The entire wall is made of windows and metal. A sliding glass door is flanked on either side by enormous, plate glass windows, and above them is yet another row of windows. Behind them all, clearly visible, is Vil performing his nightly yoga routine. His eyes are focused, and his posture relaxed as he moves through stretching poses and breathing exercises, unaware of his presence in the tree~

Could this be the invitation that Rook has so desperately wanted? Can he deny himself, even if it’s not? 

With easy grace and strength, Rook climbs up the brickwork and over to the window. He stands crouched upon the sash, removes the screen, and sets it aside. Vil does not notice him. He only continues his yoga like a swan dancing upon a moonlight lake, perfect and graceful. Beaute~ He would not dare to tarnish, nor disturb his queen incarnate while he is so engaged. He sticks to the shadows near the ceiling, observing every breath and step with profound joy.

Beautiful Vil... Roi du Poison and keeper of my heart. Shall I die now, having witnessed a moment stolen from you, rather than freely given?

He gazes hungrily as Vil curls forward into half-moon, one leg straight up into the air, one arm outstretched beside it as he balances on his toes. The pose is reflected in a wall of mirrors, all polished and gleaming. The sight is ethereal…

And distracting. Rook wrinkles his nose. He had immediately smelled incense burning on a meditation altar at the front of the room. He had caught sight of a curl of smoke rising in lazy spirals from the burner, and thought nothing of it. But now, he’s close enough to catch a second scent beneath the complex medley of sandalwood and myrrh. It is sharper, and sticks lightly in his throat…

Poison.

With instincts honed by years of survival, he turns to leave, but it’s too late. His fingers have weakened, and his limbs are losing their strength. His grip slips from the metal window frame, and he begins to fall, smiling sadly as the world slips past him. Poisoned. His Beautiful Vil has poisoned him.

WHUMP-

Vil starts, falling out of his balancing pose as he whirls toward the sound of Rook falling into a heap on the floor. He snatches up a jacket and clutches it to his chest in a beautifully acted show of modesty. “Who are you?!”

"Le Chasseur d'Amour. I am but a mote of dust upon your floor…" Rook groans, struggling to push himself up onto his hands and knees. “I would remove myself, but you have poisoned me.”

“Poison?” Vil says with perfect surprise. If Rook hadn’t known him so well, then he might have believed him truly unaware. But Rook does know Vil, thoroughly, intimately. And he knows that he is lying. But it does not matter. To be in Vil's presence, breathing in his poison~ It is a gift that he only dares to reach for with the greatest insolence and greed.

“The incense stick. It wonderfully hides the scent of miasma, your unique magic. Is your intent to kill me?"

“Then you know,” Vil’s tone and stance both change. He stands straighter and lets the jacket fall to the floor, no longer playing the part of a helpless movie star. “I must admit, you’re more resistant to it than most.”

“Am I…?” Rook’s limbs buckle underneath him. His hat tumbles off his head. The floor pitches up to meet him, and his breath grows tight in his chest.

But somehow, perhaps through the intensity of his love for Vil, his mind does not fade. He finds himself on the floor and too weak to rise, but he is still able to keep his eyes open, and head slightly turned.

Vil waits for a moment, then steps closer and tucks his bare toes beneath Rook’s cheek to tip his face upward. They are soft, and the nails are painted a rich, shimmery purple. 

“Are you awake?” He asks.

“I could never sleep while you are near,” Rook whispers. “If my fate is to die by your hand, then I count myself more lucky than anyone who has ever lived.”

He uses a scrap of his dwindling strength to turn his face to the side and kiss the top of Vil’s foot.

"Ugh!" Vil flinches away, the kiss catching him off guard and sending goosebumps scurrying up his spine. "I'm calling the police."

“Sil vous plait, Beautiful Vil! Roi du Poison, and he who is fairest in all the land, do not call the police,” Rook begs. “Let me die here at your feet, that I may have but a few more joyous moments in your presence. I would ask for this, though I have no right as an intruder in your home.”

Vil stares down at him, one hand already clutching his phone. He could kill him, but that would be a terrible idea. True he is the fairest in the land, but just like this stalker said, he is intruding. IN HIS HOUSE.

“… are you crying?" Vil stares down at him incredulously.

“I cry that I have seen such beauty as you, before I die,” he murmurs. His eyes and voice both full of overwhelming adoration. Vil raises his eyebrows and takes a step back.

"You're not going to die. Even if I'm tempted,” he says. “You were only exposed to my spell for a minute or two.”

“Truly will I not die? Oh… I can not think whether it is a pity that I shall live knowing that I have so distressed you so, or a boon that I may yet be permitted to make amends,” he whispers. “Were you to indulge your temptation, I would think it only an honour to see my end at your beautiful hand.”

“Uh huh..." Vil stares down at him, feeling deeply conflicted. It’s not every day a feral Frenchman drops from his ceiling spouting poetry with a silver tongue. But then, this IS the same stalker who got past all of his security. If the police come and lock him up, there’s a decent chance he’ll just escape and come back. Better get some information out of him first.

"You. Name,” he sighs.

“I am Rook Hunt, Beautiful Vil.” 

Vil shivers. He is used to people fainting in his presence, and he's used to declarations of love. But that’s when he’s looking his absolute best and hasn’t just poisoned them. He’s just wearing his yoga outfit. He’s casual and sporty, but hardly beautiful.

Without another word, he walks out into his kitchen, opens the cabinet, and takes out a bottle of wine made in Fleur City. He doesn't get a cup. He just comes back, looks at the bedraggled wild man on his floor, and thinks.

"What am I going to do with you?" He finally sighs. He peers a little closer at Rook, then cringes back with a wrinkled nose. He smells like a year of missed showers.

“You may do with me whatever you wish. Only ask, and I would fetch the moon from the sky and lay it at your feet,” Rook murmurs. “I would live forever and a day as nothing but your prisoner, Beautiful Vil, and know myself lucky beyond measure.”

“Hush. You're an idiot, and you stink. Haven’t you ever heard of a shower?" 

“An idiot, yes. For I have placed you in this uncomfortable position. The fault is entirely mine, and I weep to think I have inconvenienced you so.” He starts crying again, and his voice breaks. “I would leave at once and address my smell if I could but rise…” 

Shaking and wheezing, he tries to push himself up into a sitting position. He makes a strange, breathless mewl of pain, and then collapses to the floor again. It looks like he tried to fight against Vil’s poison so hard that he knocked himself unconscious.

"...oh, fuck me sideways," Vil groans, looking down at Rook's unconscious form. He doesn’t often use his unique magic this way, to create a miasma in the air. It’s harder to control, and the effects are stronger. But strong or not, Rook should actually be coming out of it now, not getting worse. Did this idiot get more than a minute of exposure? 

‘Damn you Rook. I just wanted a quiet evening.’ Vil groans and takes a deep drink of wine directly from the bottle. He waits for the acidic burn to fade, then sets it aside on the floor. Rook might actually be in danger of dying, especially if he doesn’t do something about it. He doesn’t want a dead man on his hands, so now annoying or not, it’s his responsibility to fix this.

He leans forward, holds his breath, and scoops Rook up in an over-the-shoulder carry. His body is oddly light for someone his size. His arms are full of fine, honed muscles and layered with freckles and scars. Vil can immediately guess by the state of his clothes and hair that they’ve been neglected for at least a week. Coincidentally, that’s the same amount of time he noticed that he had a stalker, whom none of his security people seemed to think existed. 

Also, Fairest Queen, he stinks.

Continuing to hold his breath, Vil carries his dumbass stalker to the nearest bathroom. Then he turns on the shower sprayer and then just starts hosing him down, clothes and all. His poison doesn’t have an antidote, but he can at least remove any residue that might push him over the edge. He really doesn’t want to explain a dead body to the cops.

“Mnghhh…?” Rook stirs as the water starts to drench his clothing. “Oh Roi du Poison. I have inconvenienced you again. Please do not trouble yourself. I am already in your debt more deeply than ever I could repay.” 

"Hush,” Vil growls.

Rook obediently goes silent, watching Vil work with that same, openly adoring expression as he had worn earlier. It makes him look like a classical painting of a mortal gazing upon the face of an angel. Vil looks away, feeling flattered, but also deeply uncomfortable.

“You... how did you do it? How did my security, and my expensive body guards not detect your smelly, unwashed potato self for an entire week?" He demands.

“It has been fifteen days, in point of fact~ Security and guards see only what they expect to see,” Rook explains calmly. “They watch for assassins, thieves, and malefactors who wish to hurt you. I am drawn only to your radiance. To the pinnacle of true perfection. I only ever dared to glimpse it, though my soul has gone cold and warms for nothing but you. It was only on this night, when I saw your window open… Beautiful Vil, it was open~”

He lapses into low murmurs. It sounds as though he is composing a poem, in the language of Fleur City, about how beautiful Vil was as he crept in through that window. 

"An... open window... is the reason why you decided to get bold?" Vil groans. He picks up a bottle of soap and just starts drenching Rook in it. Anything to cover up the smell that has now sort of transformed into an eye-watering, wet dog musk. “So then, you didn’t come to hurt me?"

“NEVER.” Rook says it with such fervor and intensity that it’s almost terrifying. Especially when he tries to sit up again, fails, and passes out.

"Ack! Stop it! The last thing I need is for you to die from a concussion!” Vil baps him on the head with the soap bottle. “Just... you... just stay here. Understand!?" 

Rook is, of course, unconscious. Vil tosses the soap aside and sits back on his heels with a long sigh. Fairest Queen, what is he doing?! He’s way too sober for this. He gets up from the edge of the tub and walks back into the living room.

I am drawn only to your radiance. To the pinnacle of true perfection.

Rook’s words make Vil shiver as they play again in his mind. He sounds like a zealot. Like he really believes what he said. Vil is almost inclined to believe that he isn’t actually here to hurt him…

He drinks enough wine to brace himself against further insanity, then returns the bottle to the kitchen and walks back to the bathroom. Maybe keeping Rook here for one night won't be so bad? He doesn’t trust this sopping wet stalker to be loose in his house once he recovers from being poisoned, but he should be out until morning. 

Probably. If he recovers while Vil is asleep then that would be very bad, but maybe if he weren’t loose…?

Vil walks back into the bathroom, where Rook is still lying in the tub, covered in soap and soaking wet. Vil rubs his temples, sighs deeply, and then makes his decision. 

First... 

He cleans Rook up. He's stinky, and he would rather not have that on his guest bedroom sheets. He strips his clothes off bit by bit, trying to decide whether attempt to wash them, or burn them…

He also can’t help grudgingly marveling at the body they reveal once Rook is naked. He has the muscles of a professional gymnast, and the scars of a career soldier. His skin is a mess of sunburn, bug bites, blackheads and flakes. Seeing it all triggers... something. A memory? A fantasy?

He’s resting on top of Rook’s chest, tracing a finger over a scar across his left collarbone. “Tell me about this one?”

Vil shakes his head, hard. Did he just… imagine getting intimate with this beast!? Just from looking at him naked?!

‘Get it together! You’ve seen gorgeous men before.’ Vil takes a deep breath, and finishes washing Rook until he’s clean enough for his bed-THE GUEST BED! He tries to treat it the same way he might if he ever found a stray cat. Remove the dirt. Treat and moisturize neglected skin. That's all this is. He's just tending to a stray.

It helps when he finds out that his stray has feathers. Specifically, he has a diamond-shaped patch of downy, golden tail feathers that curl down the small of his back, flare over his sacral dimples, and stop just above the cleft of his backside. They’re matted and the water makes them look sad and bedraggled, but there’s no mistaking what they are. His guest is a bird beastman?

He washes them with pet shampoo, which seems so appropriate that he uses it on his hair as well. As he runs his fingers through it, horrified by the split ends, another strange flash runs through his mind. 

“The reward for restoring my tail feathers is your attention, Roi Du Poison? I could die happy~”

‘Stop it,’ Vil growls to himself.

Once he finishes the bath, Vil gets Rook out of the tub, and dresses him in some sleepwear with magic. Then he takes him to his spare room and puts him in the bed. There. That should be good enough. Now he'll just… 

Vil comes to a stop, staring down at the door handle. He’ll what, lock the door? It only locks from the inside, like all normal room doors. Tie him up? With what rope?! Also, that can be dangerous to do to an unconscious person. He’s trying NOT to kill him. But he has to do something, otherwise there’s no way he’ll be able to sleep! 

"Okay... okay..." Vil sighs. He imagines the set of handcuffs that he saw being used on set for an interrogation scene. They were left in the back of the prop room because the actor had demanded dummy cuffs instead, frustrated that he had to wait in between shots to be freed. Vil summons them to his hand, then quickly handcuffs Rook to the headboard. Both wrists over his head, chain looped through a vertical, wooden slat.

Done.

He leaves before the sight can do anything else to trigger his (apparently much-too-suggestible) imagination. Then he puts the handcuff key on his nightstand, and attempts to sleep. 

 

Rook wakes up groggy and sore. His throat is hoarse, and at first, he can’t remember where he is. He can recall living in the jungles along the western border of the Sunset Savanna for more than a decade, hiding from his family. He never went to school. He barely nurtured his burgeoning magical talents. His life has been dull, simple, and fraught with times when he barely survived hunger, thirst and peril... 

“The true monsters in this world are other humans. Nothing in the deep jungle can compare.”

… spending years without talking once to another soul…

“Don’t look so shocked, brother. You know in your heart you are just like us~”

… crawling battered, bleeding and covered with mud into a hollow of rock where he clutched broken ribs. He was sure he would die alone, and unremarked by anyone…

That scream still echoes in every one of his nightmares-

“Hgggg-“ He jolts upright, and immediately panics as the reactive, animal part of his brain screeches that he’s been caught in a trap. A crack resonates through his arms as they abruptly pop free. He tumbles off a very comfortable bed, taking the blanket and a chunk of the headboard with him. Gasping for breath, he looks around, memory slowly piecing together his recent past. Ah yes… he was watching Beautiful Vil, his Roi du Poison. He was caught, poisoned. He had thought that his life would shortly end. And then…?

He stares at the handcuffs between his wrists, and the broken piece of headboard. Oh dear. Was Vil so startled by his presence that he shackled him in place?

"What just happened in there?" Vil calls out from another room. Rook sucks in a breath and quickly jumps back into the bed. He sets the broken piece of headboard back into place and coaxes his stubborn magic to mend it. It works and the wood knits together…

And then he realizes that he left the blanket down on the floor. Oh dear…

Like an oncoming storm Vil opens up the door, his hair tied up in a bonnet, wearing shimmery and soft button-up pajamas. He’s holding a magical pen at the ready, only to see-

"Rook…? What happened? Did you hurt yourself?" His concern comes out faster than his suspicions, but those quickly follow when he sees the blanket on the floor, and Rook lying just a little too innocently with his wrists still shackled to the headboard.

"... did you destroy my bed?" He accuses. His face goes just a little pink as he notices that the button-up shirt he dressed Rook in last night. It’s popped open and scrunched back to fully reveal his chest.

‘You already saw him fully naked! Why is this doing anything for you?!’

“Non, it is whole,” Rook tugs gently on the headboard. “I woke, and did not recognize my surroundings. I am sorry to have caused you such worry that you thought this was necessary. Is there not anything I can do to repay you? Anything at all?”

Vil stares, face heating up as he stares down at Rook. Intentional or no, he’s moved into a tame, almost seductive pose. Knees slightly bent and turned to one side. His arms are tucked up to either side of his head by the cuffs, but his elbows are relaxed and spread. He has a deeply tanned v at his neck, and a truly impressive collection of scars. Vil must have missed the ones across the right side of his lower ribs during the bath last night. They’re old, but shaped like enormous claw marks that must have nearly ripped his side open.

'Why do you clean up so nice, you savage…’

Vil hesitates, feeling foolish and stupid for even thinking…

“Anything~ you need only ask,” Rook promises in a soft voice. “I am yours to command, Roi du Poison.”

"What I... I..." Vil’s voice catches, and he swallows hard. 'Fuck it, I'll regret it tomorrow.' "I’m… curious. You say a lot of very pretty things, but so far I’ve only seen you break things in my home. So…”

With a nudge of magic, he pops open the handcuffs. They fall off Rook’s wrists and drop down behind the bed with a muffled clatter. “So show me. How do you think a queen should be treated?”

Rook doesn’t even pause to rub his wrists. He rolls off of the bed and onto the floor, crawling on hands and knees to Vil’s feet. He kisses the top of the left one, lips dry and soft. He kissed the right last night, and so he must make things even by paying equal attention to the other. His fingers caress Vil’s ankle, going no further than the hem of his pajama pants for now. 

“Your beauty and radiance shines even more greatly than the morning sun,” he murmurs, fingers trailing softly up to cup Vil’s calf over the pants. He’s slow and careful, listening to every whisper of breath and change in posture. Vil will let him know how far to go, even if he does not say so aloud. He can already see it. The flushed cheeks. The way he shivers when his lips press against his skin. 

He enjoys worship-

Rook kisses the instep of his other foot, and then the ankle. His fingers ever-so slightly brush the hem of his pajama pants upward to kiss again at the transition where his calf muscles meet the tendons in his heel. He marvels and nearly swoons at their perfection, rolling gentle fingers over the muscles in Vil’s calf. He knows that his fingers are rough, so he keeps those above the fabric and lets his lips do the tender work. This is the only appropriate way to treat his queen.

“Je pourrais vivre mille ans en ne voyant que ta beauté et en vouloir encore plus~” He murmurs, staying alert to Vil’s every move. Will he want to sit down? Will he even allow things to go so far…?

He kisses the inner plane of Vil’s knee, unable to push his pajama pants up any higher. He lets those fall, reverently smoothing them down as he kisses the top of his thigh over top of them. “May I continue~?”

Vil is frozen. He can't stop this, not because Rook is forcing him to accept it, but because the thought of stopping... he feels queasy just thinking about it. This is something he needs. Something that somehow completes him. Every kiss makes his heart flutter, mind awash in so many moments of intimacy that this feels like their hundredth time, not their first. 

“Yes.” He backs into the bed, and sits. "Keep going."

Emboldened, Rook goes higher, kissing Vil’s inner thighs through the thin fabric of his pajamas. He nuzzles and strokes upward between his knees, gentle, murmuring praise and worship that might have seemed ridiculous if he hadn’t meant every word with all his heart. It’s with loving patience, savouring every inch, that Rook’s face finally presses directly between Vil’s legs and reverently kisses him over the pants. His eyes gaze up at him, dewy and soft with bliss.

“May I?” He whispers.

"Yes," Vil murmurs. 

Gently, Rook tips him back onto the bed. For the first time, Vil truly feels the strength in his hands as he easily lifts his hips and draws the pajama bottoms off. Rook takes a moment to lave attention onto his legs, kissing his bare inner thighs with light flicks of his tongue and deliberate exhales. The coolness of his breath against the moistened skin sends goosebumps scurrying up Vil’s spine. 

Then unhurried, he tucks his fingertips into the waistband of Vil’s silk underwear and draws them down and off his legs.

“You are beautiful to every extent~ Your shape and colour is so exquisite as to make a god of love and beauty weep with jealousy,” he murmurs between kisses against Vil’s thighs. He nuzzles his face up into his crotch, and kisses the shaft of his cock right at the base. He kisses it again in the center, and finally gives the very tip a kiss that transforms into a slow, worshipful suckle. 

“Mmmm~” Vil leans back and closes his eyes. Rook’s mouth is warm, wet, and very thorough. His tongue immediately shows that it’s good for more than making pretty words as it flicks, strokes, and curls over the notch and sensitive underside of the head. All the while, his lips somehow maintain a truly devious amount of suction that should have been impossible for anyone to achieve for more than a few seconds at a time. His head bobs up and down only a little, but it barely matters when every pull makes Vil feel harder and swollen to the point of exploding. His fingers ball up tight in the silk sheets, hips twitching.

"Nnngh!" He feels his body reach an easy orgasm and falls into it with a happy exhale. But just as he crests and his core muscles pull tight, Rook finally shows off his wild side.

He goes harder.

It had seemed impossible for him to suck and lick him at the same time. It seems even more insane when he doubles down, greedily swallowing his release and taking him so deep that his nose presses up against his pubic mound. The orgasm sharpens to a toe-curling, scream-inducing blast of euphoria. Vil arches, body shaking like a leaf as his mind goes utterly blank. TOO MUCH! This was a mistake! 

And then... darkness. 

Vil goes limp on the bed, completely helpless and insensible as he cums so hard that he passes out.

 

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The Watcher beams, finding themselves very satisfied with this performance. They can’t help indulging just a little risk as they watch the scenario wind down juuuuuust a little longer, even though it’s barely five minutes to shift change. But rather than press his advantage and have his way with Vil’s limp, cummed-stupid body, Rook pads out of the room, and returns with a bottle of wine and two glasses. He hands one to a very woozy and half-naked Vil, who looks like he’s still seeing stars.

‘Awwww. They really have something special,’ the Watcher sighs regretfully before they switch off the camera and start cleaning up.

Chapter 4: Sitting Pretty

Summary:

Yuu Enma x Kalim Al-Asim

Face sitting, blackmail, make-up sex

Light warnings for coerced (blackmail-motivated) sex.

The Watcher is honestly a bit tired. True, that last scenario finished spectacularly, but only after a full restart and more tweaking because Vil had just immediately screamed for the police the first time. Also, they’re a little worried that their meddling sparked a true memory or two. Vil’s dreams now have an extra note of what they call ‘admin supervision.’ Malleus has become suspicious, and is giving Vil a little extra love to make sure he doesn’t wake. He’ll be off limits for a little while until the dragon calms down.

So, in the interim, they go back to the safest possible option - playing with NPCs. They’re in the mood for a bit of a treat anyway. NRC is such a sausage fest. It feels like a lifetime since they saw someone with a vulva getting loved on~

They select Yui, and then spin their wheel to see what sort of scenario to make for her. It lands on a confusing set of answers: Kalim Al-Asim, blackmail, makeup sex, face sitting.

‘How do you get blackmail AND makeup sex in one scenario? That’s dumb. I’m going to interpret that as sex with makeup cosmetics, because I make the rules,’ they huff to themselves. 

They start prepping, and once everything is ready, they load the data into Cater Diamond’s dream. It’s an old standby~ in order to create a believable version of Magicam, the dream has a fantastically accurate and complete version of NRC and Sage’s island running in the background. The NPCs that populate it are diverse, and easy to set in motion away from Cater’s internet-addicted eyes. It takes just an hour to prep, and then they’re ready to start, gleefully ready for an easy win~

 

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Yui is an unofficial employee and student of NRC. Underpaid, pink-haired, and utterly lacking any ability to use magic. She only got her position by ‘sharing’ it with a magical creature named Grim. It's a long story, but the important part is this: she relies on Dire Crowley, the Headmage, for almost everything. Housing, clothes, food, and money.

Housing is a bit of a joke. Yui lives in, maintains, and renovates an old dorm that has been aptly nicknamed ‘Ramshackle.’ It is a mess. She relies on elbow grease and the sorcents left over from a strict budget to fix it up. Unfortunately, that means she’s SOL in the meantime for nice things like lights that don’t flicker, baseboard heaters that don’t smell faintly of burning tar, and hot water. 

Yes. Hot water. 

The water heater was broken when she moved in, and it is currently the bane of her existence. Every cold shower or sad little bath made by heating water on the stove like a caveman makes her want to scream. It’s unacceptable, and therefore at the top of her priority list. She needs to make more money, and she has to do it without letting Headmage Crowley know. The cheapskate might take it as an excuse to cut her monthly allowance if he does.

He also won’t like it if he finds out that she regularly leaves school to work in town. Town has WAY more opportunities for work than the odd, creepy jobs offered by NRC’s student body.

It’s at one of her semi-temporary jobs that it happens. Storybrooke, the largest town on Sage’s island, has a lot of quirky restaurants, bars and shops. They all need extra help during the holidays, the tourist season, and the brief fishing season in mid-September. That’s where she finds the best temp jobs to make a little extra cash. She shied away from the bars at first, but then the bookshop owner who’d been happily paying her under the table recommended that she apply to a rowdy dive called the Marlinspike Pub. 

“They need wait staff who are good de-escalators,” she explained. “People who can calm the place down. I don’t wanna lose my most reliable cashier, but it would definitely pay better than here.”

The manager had hired her on the spot after the bookshop gave a glowing recommendation, and she’s been working there ever since. It pays twice as much as working as a cashier, more with tips. She’s just two shifts away from being able to afford a glorious, returned-like-new hot water heater, when Azul, Jade and Floyd all walk in.

‘Shit.’ Yui reflexively ducks behind the counter like she’s about to be shot by an outlaw gang in a saloon. There’s no doubt in her mind that they’re here for her, EVEN THOUGH SHE WAS SO CAREFUL! Maybe they’ll leave after looking around a bit?

One minute passes, and then two…

She finally plucks up the courage to peek over the counter. They have not left. Not even close. In fact, they’re sitting at a table, one of HER tables, even though there’s more empty space in her coworker’s section. Jade and Azul have both picked up menus, their faces obscured by the laminated, fish-themed covers. Floyd is eyeing some of the tougher, grizzled fishermen like he’s hoping they’ll come over to fight him. That might not happen any time soon though. Yui can overhear both of them trying to ‘out grizzle’ each other by arguing who is more in love with the sea. 

‘Why are you even here, you merfolk weirdos?!’ Yui screams internally. Azul is incredibly picky about his food, and would never dare to set foot in a place like this. Jade… Jade is weird, she could see him wandering in. Floyd might too, in a fit of boredom and whimsy. But then he’d be so bored by the menu that he’d never come back.

She edges out from behind the counter, fully intending to find Marianna, her fellow waitress, and beg her to take this table. And that’s right when Floyd’s grating voice shatters the relative quiet.

"IS THAT SHRIMPY?"

'Sheeeeit! I’m caught! Um um um-'

“Why hello, Yui. Are you working here?” Azul calls out in an even louder voice. There’s something about his tone, and the very deliberate way that he’s looking at her, that suggests he already knew she was working here, the jerk.

“Shrimpy! We’re hungry~!” Floyd sings. The pub’s regulars all look up with confused and annoyed expressions. Half in a panic, Yui plunges a hand into her bag, slaps a fake, curly mustache onto her face, then walks over to the troublesome trio’s table. 

"Ahem. Whatcha talking 'bout eh? It'sa me, Campori!" She beams, even though she wants to scream. Floyd stares at her, slowly lifts up his phone, and takes a picture. Then he bursts into squeaky, wheezing laughter. Jade sniggers into the menu, and Azul gives her a look that’s somewhere between pity and amusement.

“Well then, Campori,” he says. “I was going to let Yui know that I was most surprised to see her working outside the school, when no permissions had been given to leave by our most generous headmage. This knowledge was so shocking that I needed to seek out the truth at once! But now that YOU are here, Campori, I must also now tell you that my shock and dismay could be eased… with a small favour.”

“Also, I would like to try your clam chowder, a vanilla milkshake, and a twelve-piece battered cod with chips,” Jade says, pointing to the menu.

“HIEEEEEEEEE-“ Floyd gasps, face flat on the table as he continues to laugh. At least he no longer looks like he’s about to start a fight. Celebrate the small wins?!

"Ah... I see. Perhaps uh... Yui will talk to you later about this!” She nods firmly, then pulls out a notepad and turns to Jade. “Very good sir! The clam chowder is the soup special and the Fish ‘n Chips is an excellent choice! What will the rest of you want?"

"I want a root beer float, a crunch burger with extra potato chips, and a bowl of croutons," Floyd says immediately.

“Floyd, you can’t order a bowl of croutons," Jade sighs. 

"All I want is the croutons. Not undercooked leaves." Floyd scowls. 

"Are you sure you do not want a salad? It has cheese, and other fun things to eat." Yui offers, trying to sell the ‘undercooked leaves.’ Floyd makes a disgusted noise. 

"If I wanted to be sad and have a salad, I'd be Azul,” he snorts.

“For pity’s sake. Bring me a chef’s salad and leave the croutons on the side. I’ll give them to Floyd,” Azul groans. Floyd does a tiny ‘woot’ in victory. “Oh! And Yui should know that this offer will expire at six pm tonight. I believe that is one hour after her shift ends~?”

"Ah! Um… okay. Now... now is that all you all wanted to order?" Yui asks, chest tight at the news of an arbitrary deadline.

“Yes, that will more than cover it,” Azul says quickly as Jade opens his mouth. Yui gets the impression that he agreed to pay for everyone’s dinners, and hadn’t expected Jade to order the most expensive things on the menu.

"Ahem! Thank you very much! Your drinks will be out shortly!" Yui rushes into the back and presses her back to the door with a suppressed scream. Azul is going to rat her out unless she meets with him! What is he going to make her do!? All of this sucks!

“Hey, good job with those jerks. That mustache trick is great,” her manager calls from his office.

“Thanks. I’ll get them out as fast as possible,” Yui says faintly, then pushes away from the door to deliver their order to the kitchen.

“Hey… do you need me to cover for you?” Marianna offers.

“No, but thanks,” Yui sighs. As much as she wants her senpai to take over, that will probably just invite more trouble. 

 

The rest of her shift is mercifully uneventful. The moment it’s over, she leaps out of her uniform and back into school clothes before running to catch the next bus. She arrives back at her dorm with just enough time to take a (cold) shower before hurrying over to Azul’s big office in the Octavinelle dorm.

“Ah! Hello. I see your… coworker passed along my message?” Azul says with a shit-eating grin.

"What do you want with me, you jerk of life?" Yui demands.

"Ooooooooh! She just called you a jerk of life!" Floyd giggles. He’s wearing a gigantic fake mustache and keeps twiddling the ends like an evil villain.

"I look better in a mustache than you!” She retorts, then rounds on Azul as Floyd gives her a raspberry. “What gives!?" 

“Oh my, how rude!” Azul sighs in mock dismay. “YOU were the one blatantly skirting the rules of our esteemed school, and then you claim that I am a jerk? I merely noticed you were working quite hard for an understandable end, and wished to offer you an alternative! You would have been caught eventually and the result would have been expulsion. Please, take this.”

He holds out a glossy magazine catalog. It’s an advertisement for an appliance company that is currently having a sale. The page that he has very deliberately turned it to displays a hot water heater. A tankless hot water heater. A Rolls-Royce, gleaming silver hot water heater with precise temperature control, and high-efficiency electronics. Even with the discount, it’s easily twice the price of the bigger, clunkier tank that she had been saving up for. Better, this one is optimized for power. It has no chance of throwing the crusty, arthritic breakers in Ramshackle’s fuse box, and giving out mid-shower.

“Since you want to be blunt, let me be plain,” he says sweetly. “Crowley never learns that you leave campus every Wednesday and Sunday to work at a dive bar. Ramshackle dorm receives the generous donation of a new hot water heater, with installation included. And you…”

He leans forward with a smile that lets slip his true, wicked intentions. “You seduce and occupy Kalim Al-Asim from tomorrow evening until dawn of the following morning.” 

Yui takes the magazine, chest bursting with feral longing. She has never seen something so... so glorious. Will she finally have a hot shower? A hot bath…?

"W-wait... seduce?” She demands, voice in the high squeak range. “How the heck am I supposed to seduce someone like Kalim!? Jamil will kill me!"

"Good luck with it Shrimpy! Jade has tried, but Kalim is dense,” Floyd cackles.

"EEEH?! But Jade is sexy, how did he fail?” Yui demands.

“Even I am unsure what the answer to that question is,” Jade’s voice cuts in from the doorway. He  smiling politely, and wearing an equally ridiculous fake mustache. How the hell did they both get such stupid mustaches so fast?!

"Wowie Shrimpy~! You like my bro~? What about me~?" Floyd simpers.

"YOU? You are gross,” she shudders.

"HUH!?"

"Anyway, Kalim is super dense! And he has Jamil, who is a cock blocking pro! How do I get past him?!" She pleads, turning back to Azul.

"Jade will take care of Jamil," Azul sighs, kneading the space between his eyes. "And Kalim is not THAT dense. His father has at least fifteen concubines in addition to his official wife, and Kalim himself has more than forty siblings. Based on culture alone, I think you'll find him very easy to seduce, especially if you tell him that you're just interested in having a sexy sleepover." 

"Forty?! Okay... okay..." Yui rubs her temples. "FINE. I will seduce Kalim, and you guys... you had BETTER not tell the bird about my side jobs. I don't know why you want a seduction thing to happen, but I will sic every ghost in this school on Octavinelle if you rat me out." 

"Of course, of course. Just keep him fully occupied until the morning," Azul assents. "And as I mentioned, it has to be tomorrow evening. If you have anything to prepare, you should do it quickly."

"Okay, uuuuuuuh... Good talk...?" Yui raises her thumbs, feeling unsure as she backs out of the room.

“Wear nice socks to the sexy sleepover Shrimpy!” Floyd cackles as she turns to escape.

So… seduce? Yui clicks her tongue in thought. That couldn't be too hard, right? She's seen her senpai Marianna at the restaurant do it before. But to put it into practice… She's never done a seduction thing before, but she’s the only girl in a school full of boys. That’s got to help, right…?

The day passes much too quickly. Grim is his usual, maddeningly unhelpful self, but he agrees to stay behind once she mentions that she just refilled the pantry with tuna. She gives her senpai a call.

“Hi Yui! Everything ok?” Marianna answers the phone.

“Mari-senpai! I need some help.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Uh… I am calling for… advice? How… how do you… uh… this is strange to ask.”

“Just say it.”

“I know but it’s hard!” 

“Are you in trouble?”

“Uh… no?” It’s a lie, but making Mari furious on her behalf might just make this worse. “There… is this guy?”

“Oh~?”

“Y-yeah and… I want his attention!”

“Someone I know?”

“School.”

“I see. Any of them the three stooges?”

“No!” Yui gasps in disgust.

“Good, good. I wouldn't go for those three if I were you. They reek of personal issues. So tell me about the one you want the attention of?”

“Ah! He’s… nice, but… he is…”

“He’s dense isn't he?”

“... Yes.”

“You're better off just stating what you want. Trust me, the more straight-forward you are, the better.”

“But, but but! I… I don’t want to just say it!”

“Mmm… alright here’s what you do for a confidence booster. Men tend to be very visual. But if this doesn't work… just say it. Confidence is very attractive…” 

 

Following Marianna’s advice, she dresses as nicely as she can, does her makeup, then sneaks into Scarabia. It’s not too hard. The other students are used to seeing her come and go by now, and they all probably assume she has business with Jamil.

BUT NOT TODAY! She does not have an appointment with Jamil. She has a seduction to perform upon the rich ball of sunshine! She marches right in, telling herself over and over that seducing Kalim will be easy. Super easy! As easy as ordering a thai bubble tea! 

"HELLO! IS KALIM HERE!?" She demands in the Scarabia common room. She needs to emanate confidence! That’s how her senpai would do it! 

"Oh, hi, Yui!" Kalim bounces right up to her as though he was summoned straight from the sunshine dimension. "I don't think we have a party planned for today, that's next week! OOH, are you here to help plan for the party?"

"NO, I AM NOT! I AM HERE... To invite YOU to a party! Tonight! My place!" Yui grins awkwardly, and flutters her eyelashes. Will this work? Please let this work…

"Hmm! That sounds like fun, but I was going to stay here tonight! Thank you for the offer though," Kalim beams. "Do you have something stuck in your eye?”

"No! U-um… Uh... I wanted to do a sleepover, and... and..." Yui trails off, feeling deflated. How can she turn this around? She to be seductive! SEDUCTIVE! How does one be cute on purpose?!

"A sleepover? At Ramshackle?" Kalim looks slightly alarmed, probably remembering the dust, creaky floors, and cold showers. "Maybe not. Ooh! I know. You can have a sleepover here instead! We can invite Jack, and Ace, and Deuce, and Sebek, and Epel! But maybe that would be too much like a party? And maybe they wouldn't be able to come since it's for tonight? I wonder if I have enough pillows..." 

Kalim starts to look as though he's losing track of what she's asking him about. But even though she's embarrassed, and even though this situation is awkward as hell, she can't help remembering Marianna’s advice, and what Azul told her yesterday.

'Just tell him that you want a sexy sleepover.'

‘Just say it. Confidence is very attractive.’

It's easy enough to imagine Jade doing something that blatant. Or even Marianna. Just bending right down and whispering in his ear...

Yui grabs Kalim by the shoulders, and looks him dead in the eyes. Her blue eyes are sparkling, her pink hair is shimmering, and her hands are as sweaty and cold as a pair of dead fish.

"I want... to have... a sexy sleepover with you." She whispers, right in his ear. Kalim's cheeks flare pink, and he pulls back just a little, looking at her with an expression that's surprised, delighted, and deeply flustered.

"Ohhhhh. Okay. N-now?" he whispers back.

"Tonight-? Please~?" Yui begs. She’s doing it! It’s working!!

"Okay! Is it tonight now?" Kalim asks with a frown. "OOH! I should tell Jamil to make us some snacks~ And we can use the pretty things from the treasure room~!" 

He gives her a spontaneous, and gleeful hug. It’s much like other ones that he's given her in the past, but his hands hold onto her for just a little longer, and more meaningfully, than before.

"Y-yes! Uh... I'm... I'm so excited! Uuuuuuh... n-no, don’t bother Jamil! I can make something!" Yui stammers.

"You will! Thank you!! That's so kind~" He smiles even wider and giggles. Yui can't help but notice that even though they’re being quiet, his dorm mates are starting to give them odd little looks. A couple of them even look jealous. Time to get somewhere less public…

"Uhh... I think I can go buy some stuff from Sam? What are you in the mood for?" Yui asks, trying to just focus just on Kalim.

"Samosas! Jamil made some amazing samosas the other day with all these fun dipping sauces~ Are you sure you don't want me to ask him? He wouldn't mind making some more. He was really proud of them!" Kalim beams.

"I... I don't think Jamil would like that. Just my two sorcents here! Uh…”

It suddenly occurs to her that if she leaves Scarabia to go get food, then Kalim might wander off and bump into whatever it is that Azul is doing. It’s a little early? Maybe if she hurries back it will be fine…?

Maybe not. Can’t risk it.

"Uuuuuh... oh! Um... come with me~" Yui takes his hands and does the whisper thing again. "I just... I just need to be with you right now. In private."

"Okay~" Kalim hesitates, then shyly takes her hand and starts to lead her back to his room. Yui swallows thickly, waiting anxiously for a moment to strike. The moment they’re alone in the room, she grabs Kalim by the face and gives him a kiss on the cheek. 

"Hmm?" Kalim jumps a little, then laughs. "I never guessed that you felt this way! OOH WAIT. I want to dress you up pretty first! C'mere!!"

He gives her a quick kiss back, then grabs her hands and tugs her along. Yui goes pink as she starts to unhelpfully think about how Kalim isn’t really her type, but maybe this will still be okay? He’s fun to be around, and he would never do anything to hurt her. There were definitely worse people Azul could have blackmailed her into seducing…

Kalim takes her to a treasure room, stuffed floor to ceiling with gold, jewels, fancy furniture, and whatever other presents his parents had decided to bestow upon him. He leads her to a chair with a plush, velvet cushion and pats the seat.

"Here! Sit down, I think it's around here somewhere..."

Yui flops down, watching as he digs around in the treasure. Just a minute later, he comes back with a glittering box inlaid with gold and blue gems. As he brings it closer, she can see that the inlay is depicting Kama Sutra positions... In quite a bit of detail.

'Oh holy-Kalim knows all about sex?! Why is that so surprising? I mean of course, but still-' 

"Woah... what is it?" She takes the box, head swimming with a surreal sense of wonder. Here she is, sitting pretty on a velvet cushion in a room full of treasures. She might be having sex with Kalim within the hour, and he might be amazing at it. How weird…

“It’s a concubine outfit!” Kalim smiles, then opens the box. It’s full of silky, sheer fabric with dangling coins and silver beads stitched all over it in graceful wave patterns. “You’ll look so pretty in it! Can I help put it on?”

He’s bouncing with excitement, making the coins jingle. It seems… maybe perfectly fitting that Kalim wants her to wear an outfit that’s literally made of money.

"A... concubine outfit?" Yui feels a little weird about that. She’s NOT a concubine. "It won't itch or pinch my skin, right?" 

“No!” Kalim giggles. “I tried it on once for fun and it’s really fun and comfortable! Promise~!”

"You did?!" Yui asks, staring between the box and Kalim. "Huh... okay! But only if you wear something like this too!"

“Yeah! I have a couple!” Kalim eagerly grabs another Kama Sutra box and opens it. The outfit inside is a bright, buttercream yellow. “And it fits like this, see?”

His expression turns momentarily serious as he takes out his magestone pen and concentrates. His dorm uniform vanishes, and is replaced by swathes of Scalding Sands silk. The top is a cute, v-neck crop top that leaves his tummy bare. His legs are covered by a golden sari wrapped around them like a skirt. The free end drapes up over one shoulder and fans out to show a gorgeous border worked in crimson and gold embroidery. The border of the sari and the crop top are both layered with dangling coins. There’s also a set of golden bangles around each of his wrists, a small button jewel pressed to the side of his nose, and a matching jewel stuck to the center of his forehead.

“See?” Kalim giggles and wiggles all around. Cheery jingles fill the treasure room. “My mama said that this is actually a very decent outfit. You can show off your tummy all you want, but you have to cover your legs~ It seems silly but I guess that’s just the way it is!” 

"Oooooh! Yeah, it is very decent!" Yui nods along, even though she doesn’t understand. Kalim actually looks fantastic! It’s super pretty, and now that she knows it doesn’t have pervy holes or skimpy parts, she feels a lot better. "You’re going to help me put this on, right? I want to get it right."

“I can do it like this!” Kalim takes out his magestone pen and points it directly at her in a way that seems faintly threatening even though he’s beaming. 

"Woah wait-" She quails. Kalim does not have a great track record when it comes to magic. But before she can protest further, magic washes over her. She feels a gentle bit of sticky pressure at her forehead and nose. Her middle is suddenly rather cold, and her ears are full of jingles. Her arms are laden with bangles, and she feels a heavy anklet draped over each of her feet.

But that. Is not what gets the most of her attention.

Under the skirt, which she did not and could not see, is a set of snug underpants that feel… comfortable? They’re comfortable, and MUCH more solid than her usual cotton panties. So much more solid that it’s?? Maybe not comfortable??

“You’re so pretty!!” Kalim gushes. “Look, look!” 

He points to an enormous, silver mirror mounted on the wall in an ornate frame. Yui glances over with bated breath, fighting the urge to reach under the skirt to feel the panties. At least Kalim didn’t give her a wedgie!

She takes a long, surprised look at herself. She IS pretty. Her clothes are in the same style as Kalim’s, but the colors are mostly teal, with accents of dark blue. The embroidery is a swathe of fleur-de-lis swirls in gorgeous gold and magenta. She feels so beautiful, with button jewels glinting on her face and bangles jingling around her wrists~

‘I could buy SO many hot water heaters with just one stack of these,’ she thinks, staring at the gold bangles with a suppressed, hysterical giggle.

"W-woah... I feel so... so... decent~!" She manages to say. "I like how it doesn't matter if my chest is big or not." 

She puffs out her chest and admires it in the mirror. She is a lifelong member of the itty-bitty-titty-committee. A proud A cup, and unlikely to ever change.

“You’re right, it doesn’t!” Kalim proudly shows off his own, even flatter chest.

"YEAH~!" Yui flexes, and shows off her tummy with pride. Her outfit jingles with every little movement, as if she’d been turned into a percussion instrument. “My makeup is all wrong though. This shade of teal kind of needs darker eyes.”

“Hmm? It looks okay to me,” Kalim smiles. “I have some special lip gloss though! We could try it out~”

He jingles off out of the treasure room and hops onto the big, four poster bed in his room. Without even a hint of self consciousness, he pushes the sari off his shoulder, ties it around his waist instead, and bends over to dig around underneath his bedside table.

'Wow... that bed is so huge! You could fit like five people on this thing!' Yui stares, thinking back to her own, cot-sized bed in Ramshackle. Even before that, the apartment she lived in was tiny.  Everything was cute and cozy, but also compact. You had to do the best you could with small spaces.

"What is it?" Yui sits on the bed beside Kalim, squirming just a little in these new, silk undies. He… he’s going to wash these after, right? Oh god, she hopes he washed them before putting them on her…

“This!” Kalim comes up with another box, this one made of fuchsia plastic with a magnetic clasp. He opens it up, and takes out a vial of pink lip gloss, and shows it to her.

“This is supposed to make it more fun! You just put it on…” He applies it to his lips, using the mirror built into the lid of the box. “Like that~”

He turns to look at her with a big smile. It’s… just normal-looking lip gloss. It doesn’t match his outfit, and it isn’t particularly noticeable.

But then he leans forward and kisses her mischievously on the cheek.

“Hhhh…?” Yui starts a little as she feels a smear of lip gloss get left behind. That would normally be a little annoying, but… huh.

'My stomach is making butterflies, and... my crotch is starting to…? Oh god, now I’m horny?!’

"W-woah,” She stares at Kalim’s lips, quickly guessing that this lip gloss is some sort of aphrodisiac. “... I wanna sit on your face." 

She flushes at the half-intentional slip up. She saw ONE picture, ONE time, of a pair of porn models doing face sitting and apparently it stuck with her.

“Okay~!” Kalim agrees immediately. His own face has gone blushy and pink. He looks much cuter than he did a moment ago, in his pretty, jingly outfit. “I should use more!” 

He quickly smears another layer of lip gloss on, then tugs her forward into his lap. He gives her a happy little squeeze that sends shivers scurrying down her thighs. The undies that don’t belong to her are definitely wet now. That should have made her embarrassed, but at the moment she impulsively wants to show them off.

“Here, take this part off~” Kalim breathily tugs the sari away, leaving her wearing the top, the jewelry, and a pair of satin panties that close fully around her thighs and rise to touch her belly button. They’re surprisingly modest, considering he called this a concubine outfit.

“Now… now you just~” he lies back on the bed below the pillows, puts both hands right on her butt, and scoots her forward. It’s awkward. She’s never done this before, but she quickly finds herself sitting with her tush on Kalim’s collarbones, and knees spread to either side of his face, panties still on. He gazes up at her for just a moment with those scarlet eyes and an expression that absolutely no one would call decent.

Then he nuzzles his mouth up against her crotch, and she is made instantly aware of the fact that these panties are crotchless. Or else, the crotch has a pocket that opens up. Whatever it is, he puts those freshly glossed lips right up on her pussy, kisses it, and then sticks his tongue right up in between her labia. 

“HIEEE?!” Yui's eyes go wide, and the funny feeling inside her stomach blooms into intense desire. Her pussy twitches, and her head goes into pure static. Warmth and delicious tingles flow all across her crotch, making her tummy hitch and her eyes flutter closed. She leans forward to catch herself against the headboard, moaning softly. 

‘I’m showing off my pretty, pink pussy to Kalim,’ she giggles to herself. She’s freshly waxed down there. Scorched earth. The second she learned someone might see, she waxed every hair and washed like her life depended on it. Oh, Seven, she never knew that sitting on someone's face like this could feel so good. Especially with that lip gloss! Where the heck did Kalim even get that?!

Kalim hums happily against her labia, and then his tongue moves up and just… just touches her clit. He doesn’t do anything special. Nothing like what the romance novels describe, where the dapper suitor tongues a love letter into his paramour’s pretty pink rose. He just touches it, and she’s not sure, but she thinks she explodes. Her legs go out stiff. Her tummy muscles pull up tight. She’s pretty sure that a charlie horse starts up in her butt muscle, of all places. She squirts and utterly drenches Kalim’s face and hears herself make a shocked, utterly shameless moan worthy of the filthiest porno. She shudders and clenches for what might have literally have been forever. Then she rolls off of Kalim, still twitching and stiff like one of those fainting goats.

“Wow, it works really well!” Kalim pops up with enthusiastic cheer that she can barely hear over the ringing in her ears. “I never tried it before~”

He holds the vial up in front of her semi-crossed eyes. Fuzzily, she sees that it’s called ‘makeup sex,’ and has all sorts of flashy promises in bubble letters all around it. Damn aphrodisiacs, aghhhhhh…

“Welp, my turn~!” Kalim shucks out of his sari skirt and panties. His cock bobs perkily between his legs, clearly just as happy to be here as the rest of him. He tugs off Yui’s own, utterly ruined panties, scoops up her hips, and pushes himself right inside. If she hadn’t already been aroused to the point of exploding, it might have hurt because he stuck it in too fast like an irresponsible goober. Instead, the stretch and friction just drags a needy yowl out of her chest.

MORE. MAKE HIM DO THAT AGAIN, BUT MORE.

"Eh--eeeeeeeh~?" Yui has lost the power of speech. Her legs spread wantonly for Kalim as he plows right into her. "Eeeek! Eeeeeee~! More! Do it again!!! Do it all the time now! Kalim~! This feels soooooo gooood!!!"

This is so much better than the romance novels she’s ever read. Or any of the dating games she’s played! She never really considered being sexually active, but after today? She may need to come back for more and explore. 

‘I can’t come out of this the same. I’m always gonna crave getting plowed like this, and this... this is only the beginning of Yui's slutty Journey,’ she thinks deliriously, half quoting some random bit of erotica that she barely remembers. Kalim seems all too happy to do it again forever. He’s silly and not particularly skillful, but his one, saving grace is that he’s a musician. With the way their clothes jingle and rattle with every thrust, it’s impossible for him to not keep a steady beat. All she needs to do after that is arch a little to help this goober hit her g-spot, which he then does over and over with panting and happy moaning. 

"Kalim... Kalim!!! Let's... do this... more...! All the time...! I... I neeed iiiiiit!!!" Yui begs, and moans her pussy flexing further around Kalim's cock, trying to milk it as she finds herself orgasming again. "Eeeee~!!! It's so good!!!" 

She feels sloppy and wet. There’s a slippery puddle under her by the time Kalim’s rhythm finally fails as he buries himself with a blissful cry. Again, it seems like the romance novels have lied. She feels no hot release hitting her inner walls, no pressure, no sexy intuition that she’s just accepted her paramour’s seed. She doesn’t even realize that Kalim came until he pulls out and flops down beside her for a moment with an indulgent groan. His lip gloss is all gone now, and these outfits? Well. It’s lucky Kalim is rich because he’s gonna need to buy a miracle to get them clean again.

“You’re so cuuuute~” he giggles, and kisses her on the cheek. It’s right over the kiss print from earlier, and a bloom of happy tingles run through her face at the touch. “We should try some toys next! Ooh!! I have a sybian too!! I bet you’ll REALLY like that!”

"Okie dokie~!” Yui giggles. Kalim gives her another kiss, then stumbles out of the room and comes back with something that looks like a motor boat engine attached to a dildo. The sight would normally be terrifying, but as loopy and horny as she m is, all she can think is ‘More orgasms? YES PLS.’

 

‘I guess this is my life now~’ She giggles as Kalim helps her onto the seat.

 

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The following morning, Yui regrets. Everything.

She is numb from the waist down. Except where she is itchy. Except where she is so sore that it makes her limp. She has never, in her life, felt her muscles ache in these places. She has never been so fuzzy and exhausted that the entire world looked like it was put together slightly wrong.

She must escape. Before Kalim wakes up and wants to do that again. She just hopes that whatever Azul needed, he got. 

Luckily, Kalim seems even more tired than she is. He doesn’t even stir, continuing to snore cutely on a mountain of pillows. She steals a set of Kalim’s jammies to wear instead of the concubine coin outfit, and makes it out of Scarabia without encountering anyone, thank Seven. She’s just about to duck out through the mirror when a familiar voice stops her dead in her tracks.

“Well well well. Good morning Miss Yui,” Azul sniggers. “Long night?”

"Uuuugh... Okay, I gotta know. Why did you want that to happen?" Yui demands.

“Mmm…” Azul holds out a receipt with a smile. Yui takes it with trembling fingers. It shows that a deluxe, NuTec hot water heater has been installed and paid for in one, Ramshackle dorm. 

“Why don’t you go enjoy a nice, hot shower instead? If you hurry, then no one will see you limping. Goodbye~” Azul saunters away, looking immensely pleased with himself.

Yui stares at him for a long moment, and then she just turns and hobbles as fast as she can to Ramshackle. It can’t be true! Does she finally have a water heater?! Does she finally have hot water?!

The moment she makes it to Ramshackle, she strips, sprints into the bathroom, and turns on the spigot...

"YEEEEEES! Oh god yes! Yes! Yes!" She cries.

“What the heck is going on?! And why are you wearing such fancy pajamas?” Grim demands.

“GET OUT I’M TAKING THE LONGEST BATH AND YOU CAN’T STOP ME!” She slams the door and crawls into the tub, nearly weeping as hot, clean water kisses her skin.

And with that... Yui gets her water heater. To help with what end...? She has no idea.

But now she has the ability to take a hot bath. And that is the true victory here.

Chapter 5: Eel in the Middle, Part One

Summary:

Jade Leech x Mobs

Gangbang, threesome, aftercare

Warnings for intense physical violence and abuse, and gang rape.

The last scenario was a lovely little palate cleanser, but now the Watcher is in the mood for something dark. It is very possible to make intense and violent scenarios within the dreams, so long as the dreamer remains unaware of them. Much like life, happiness is wholly dependent on what is unknown, almost more so than what is. Ignorance is bliss, as they say.

They spin for their scenario, and come up with threesome, aftercare, and gangbang. Threesome and gangbang? Ughhh, so similar. The Watcher thinks about it for a minute, then figures that they can twist this into something usable. Gangbangs are usually more than three partners anyway, and they’re generally noncon coded. Noncon fits great for a dark scenario. With that in mind, they roll for a participant and the wheel lands on…

Jade Leech~

What a perfect choice! Jade is always so infuriatingly cool and collected. Why not make him suffer~? Or at least a projection of him. There’s NO way that they could, or would put the real Jade Leech through the kind of hell they’re planning, gods no. That would be mean.

For the setting, they once again select Cater’s dream. It would be better if the world expanded just a liiiiittle further into the ocean around Sage Island, but alas, Cater’s imagination ends at the beaches. Still, that should provide more than enough leeway for what they have in mind. All the Watcher has to do is take a little information from Styx’s files on Jade Leech and his family, add it to Cater’s NPC version, and then set the experiment in motion~

 

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Jade Leech is having an unusually bad day. His father, Jones Leech, has given him an assignment, and as much as he wishes it were not so, he can’t deny his father. Nobody can deny Jonesy, the clandestine crime lord of the deep, and current owner of the notorious mantle, Davy Jones. Not even his own son.

Jade finds himself at a dockside warehouse outside Port Town, acting as a guard and extra set of hands for a black market shipment of the hallucinogenic drug, ‘Butterfly Glass.’ The crates are offloaded from a dinghy, and then transferred to three ships bound for the Queendom of Roses. The drugs are stowed, the job is nearly complete. Jade is almost free to leave and pretend that this never happened.

But then, he and his fellow workers are ambushed. Jade is winged by a gunshot before he gets a magical shield up, but by then, rival gang members are everywhere. It’s an intense, and brutal five seconds before, shield or no, they beat him unconscious.

Or at least, that’s what he thinks happened. His head is woozy. His mouth feels like it’s been stuffed with cotton, and he aches all over. He can quickly guess that he’s been gagged, and tied up. 

‘This is the result of not having good boundaries with father,’ he sighs darkly to himself. A rescue attempt won’t be ready for days, which is far too long to wait. He's on his own.

He cracks open an eye, forcing himself to ignore his aching head and scan his surroundings. He sees concrete, and smells damp, briny air past the coppery tint of his own blood. Is this the basement of someone’s house? Wherever they are, they’re still close to the ocean. That could be helpful…

Moving hurts, but a few, feeble wiggles confirm that he’s on a mattress, not the bare floor. That might have comforted someone else, but Jade is much more savvy than the average civilian. This mattress isn’t for him. 

“Gnhhh…” he groans into the gag. He needs to move. It would be best if he could get out of here before they come back for him. He grinds his teeth, and twists his arms and legs. His bonds immediately pull taut, dashing his hopes for an easy escape. Duct tape could have been stretched and torn. Cuffs and chains could have been picked open with a whisper of magic. But this…? 

‘How long was I unconscious?! Someone must have really had a lot of time on their hands.’ Jade grumbles to himself, fighting down the fear starting to rise in his throat. His arms are pinned back in a strict, shibari armbinder. There are loops of rope at his shoulders, upper arms, forearms and wrists. His legs are bound from hip to knee in a series of tiered wraps that kinder bondage practitioners might call a mermaid tail. It keeps his legs pressed firmly together, and makes bending them difficult because the cords dig painfully into his thigh and calf muscles. Apart from the rope, he’s fully naked.

‘Everything is already numb too. That’s bad…’ he grimaces, forcing his tingling fingers to flex and stretch. ‘If I can just concentrate…’

The sound of boots tromping down a wooden staircase reverberates off the concrete walls. The door slams open, and five people walk inside, dragging a sixth person along with them as a captive. Jade recognizes him, even though they hadn’t met him before this job. During it, they’d only exchanged a curt nod, and their first names. His is Mayve.

A twinge of nauseous sympathy curdles his stomach when he sees how badly Mayve has been beaten and used. His pale skin is red with fresh bruises. His small body is trembling. His jet black hair is matted with blood, and his luminous, yellow eyes are hazy with pain. His captors shove him down onto another mattress, cuff his hands behind his back, and then turn leering to Jade.

“Let him watch while we work on the pretty one. Maybe he’ll have more to say afterward,” one sneers. He’s a bear of a man, though perhaps the animal comparison is misleading. The natural, white and black pattern in his hair hints that he’s an orca merman, just like the rest of his friends. Big, strong, and cruel. Jade glares up at him. He will kill him for this. He’ll kill all of them for this

“Tricky with mages. You gotta keep their heads fuzzy.” He yanks Jade up to a kneeling position and backhands him across the face. 

“Hnngh-!” Pain explodes across Jade’s cheek and jaw, making his heart pound and furious red flash across his eyes. 

“We probably won’t get much outta him, but if this little minnow won’t talk, we gotta try~”

Mayve’s slight frame looks too broken to even register that Jade is being hurt. His eyes are glassy, and his breath is coming in shallow, shuddering pants. Whatever they did to him, he’s in shock. 

The orcas don’t seem to care as they surround Jade. Their leader rips the tape off his face and gives him a shake.

“Tell us what you know about Davy Jones,” he says coldly.

“Ghhh…” Jade sputters, not expecting the sudden change in position. His vision fuzzes. He closes his eyes, and swallows thickly before looking up at the orca who spoke to him.

"Davy Jones... Davy Jones..." he coughs to clear his voice. “Davy Jones loves to play the organ. Very... musical..." 

“Comedian, huh?”

Jade’s vision clears just enough to see one of the orcas dump a bunch of odd, white pebbles out of a cloth bag and onto the floor. He spreads them around, and then the first orca hauls Jade up by the arm, forcing him to stand awkwardly on his bound legs.

“I’ll ask again,” he says calmly. “What do you know about Davy Jones?”

"He has a weakness..." Jade says, wincing as pins and needles rush up his calves. "He can't go... on land..."

“That’s a fucking lie and you know it.”

The orca drags him over to the corner, and shoves him onto the pebbles.

“GHHHH-!” Jade gasps. Pain makes his vision snap crystal clear, revealing that the pebbles are actually pieces of razor-sharp, broken coral and rock salt. They’ve cut shallow, blindingly painful little gashes into the bottoms of his feet like pieces of broken glass. 

“Last chance, baby face,” the orca sneers.

“Haaaa…” Jade gasps, shuddering all over from the influx of adrenaline. His feet HURT! It's like the first day of Land Boot Camp all over again, but so much worse. "Davy J-Jones… he’s cursed..."

“Why are we even bothering?” One of the orcas grunt. He shoves Jade down onto his front in the coral, adding a million, stinging cuts to his knees, chest and belly. 

“Ha-AAAGHHH!!” Jade screams. It makes his chest pull tight, and his legs tremble even harder from the pent up adrenaline and helplessness.

“Keep that pretty ass up~ I want something nice to look at,” one of the orcas sneer as the other pulls him up by his hips. The ropes dig into his bent legs, but he can barely feel it over the blistering sting of the salt coral. The only thing he does feel, invasive and unwanted, is a thumb rubbing roughly over the opening of his ass.

“Ha… ahhhh… hhh…” Jade pants weakly. Oh dear, and here he thought they would keep him on the mattress for this part. Have they already given up asking him questions? Just when he was about to start singing ‘Jar of Dirt’ at them. Not that it matters. He won’t tell them anything about his dad that isn’t useless. Jonesy is far more terrifying than they could ever hope to be.

“Not getting any action at home? Makes sense. You must struggle with basic relationships if you resort to this,” Jade taunts weakly.

SMACK-!

A vicious slap lands across his backside, followed almost immediately by a sharp, insistent pressure against his ass. There’s no lube to ease the sting, no barrier methods or anything needed to make it feel nice. Just forceful pressure that makes his jaw start to ache because he’s reflexively clenching his teeth. 

‘Could be worse,’ he reflects woozily. They’ve already maxxed out his pain threshold. Also, orca penises are not barbed or hooked, like sharks. They don’t knot their partners, leave copulation plugs, scrape, or even have an unusually high cum volume, like many other sea-dwelling species. They’re just long, which makes it a rough, stinging eternity before he manages to fully sheathe himself, but then that’s it.

“Make him choke if he ain’t gonna talk,” another one sneers. His boots crunch on the salt and coral as he yanks Jade’s head up by the hair.

"Pathetic," Jade grunts as he feels his body get invaded and filled from behind. "Too bad for all of you… I like it this way-" 

“Shut the fuck up.”

"Aaaaaugh!" Jade snarls as two fingers get shoved into his mouth. He opens up just a little, tempting him to fully commit to finger-fucking his mouth before…

CHOMP-!

“Nuh-uh.” The orca shoves his fingers further into Jade’s mouth, bending and clenching them into a fist even though it makes Jade’s teeth tear bleeding gouges into his skin. “Do that again, and I’ll dislocate your fucking jaw.”

“Ghhhk-“ Jade chokes on the fingers, eyes watering. The pressure against his tongue does what the rough anal penetration could not, and sends a shiver of pleasure down his cheeks and across his chest. No, don’t react, don’t give them any satisfaction…

“Hey, he clenched up~ I think he really does like this,” The other orca sneers. He starts plunging into him with burning, tearing thrusts that wrench gurgled screams out of his throat. It’s only when the shaft skids in, suddenly and mercifully lubricated, that Jade assumes he climaxed. 

“Fuck you. Fuck ALL of you,” he seethes, panting roughly. The orca pulls out, and a rivulet hot fluid dribbles out and down the inside of his thigh. The only saving grace is that he can barely feel it with the salt coral still gouging up his knees. 

Another orca immediately starts shoving his buddy aside, but Jade leaves. With practiced ease, he takes his mind, and separates it from his body, from the pain and the intended humiliation. He goes to that special, quiet place where no one can reach him, and just stays there for a moment to catch his breath.

Behind him, another orca’s cock slips in, eased by his predecessor’s cum. It still stings, but there’s an undeniable edge of pleasure to it now that makes his stomach muscles clench and tremble. But Jade is fully separate from himself now. His mental reaction goes no further than a cold: ‘Oh. It sucks a little less now.’ From his hazy vantage point above it all, he starts to do the exact thing that they’d feared he would do. 

He focuses. 

Magic starts to build up around him, staying close, invisible, and secret. He’ll only get one shot at this. He needs to wait until they’re all close enough. Ideally until they’re touching him…

He barely feels his throat constrict around a long orca cock as it’s rammed between his teeth. He tastes blood and the salt of his attacker’s precum as his face is used like a garbage can. A sense of anger and cold violation faintly touches him, stoking his growing fury. It gets worse when the second orca cums, and his filthy wetness oozes down the back of his thighs. 

“Look here, he’s just given up~” A third orca sneers. He gives his ass a harsh slap. “Wake up little minnow. I want you to feel it when I make you my bitch~”

The adrenaline and endorphins have left Jade shaking, sweating, and weak. The flash of stinging pain from a third penetration drags a gurgled cry out of his throat. It turns into a weak choking sound as the orca at his face rams himself deep and cums. Slippery wetness gushes down his throat, sending a shiver of helpless revulsion flaring through the pit of his stomach. Soon… they just need to be a little closer…

“Where are all your stupid comments now?” The orca pulls himself out of Jade’s mouth. Jade’s body retches, bringing up a streamer of drool and cum. Whether by luck, anxiety or foresight, he hadn’t eaten before this job. It’s helping now, because he has nothing to throw up. 

Just another minute… I can take one more minute, just one, just one…

Jade repeats it to himself over and over as he’s passed like a toy from orca to massive, sadistic orca. Another one slaps him across the face and smears the slime dripping from his mouth over his face. He laughs cruelly as he forces Jade’s head up by the hair and shoves his cock into his mouth. Jade’s knees scream with pain as the jostling drags his fragile skin over the coral. It seems impossible that out of everything, that would hurt the most but it does. The pain is electric and so terrifying that it threatens to pierce through the bubble of calm and focus that he’s built in his mind.

“Just a pretty face after all. I bet Davy Jones keeps him around just to fuck. His ass is already broken in~” one of the orcas guffaws. He hears another panting lewdly in his ear, and the wet, punishing slap of sweaty flesh against his cum-slick hole. Another set of hands grab his arm, and he feels a fourth set grope at his bare chest-

Now!

Jade releases his spell with a furious scream. A massive, electric shockwave explodes out from his body, burning through the ropes and stabbing viciously into every body within five feet of him. He hears them scream. The ones who were touching him seize up with strangled noises. The smell of burnt hair scours the inside if his nose. His body is suddenly, and mercifully, unmolested as they fall away and land twitching on the floor.

‘FUCK AROUND AND FIND OUT,’ he seethes internally. ‘Fuck you… f-fuck-‘

Jade sways. Now that his captors are dead, no one is holding him upright. His limbs are all half numb from the ropes, and his muscles are so shaky that he can barely move. He falls helplessly to his side, and a hoarse cry pushes itself past his lips as the salt coral pierces into his hip and side.

It’s suddenly very, very quiet. 

“Ow…” Jade whimpers in a tiny voice. He tries to get up, but he can't. It hurts… it all hurts. His knees are throbbing with a blinding sting, making his vision narrow and tiny, choked gurgles push up between his lips. Instead of sound, blot drips out of the corner of his mouth and runs down his cheek. It makes vivid, black spatters in the dusty coral under his face. That spell had been exactly at his limit. Maybe even a little over. He feels sick…

"Mayve... Mayve..." he chokes. No one answers, and the terrible realization that he must have accidentally killed Mayve along with the orcas crushes down on him. Tears squeeze out of his eyes, burning his cheeks as they roll down his battered face. He can barely speak. He can’t see anything past a wall of massive, white and black mer-bodies. It’s an intentional quirk of the mer-to-human potion, that you turn back into your merform if you die. Now that the orcas are dead, their true forms have all been revealed. Thick, mammalian tails, sharp dorsal fins, vicious teeth, and sleek, unscaled bodies.

‘Buried in dead orcas…’ Jade thinks shakily. ‘Can’t stay here… Have to move…’ 

He tries to push himself up again. An overwhelming jolt of pain immediately arcs through his knees. His vision narrows down to a tiny point as he crumples, making the blood and blot clumped in the salt coral beneath his face swim. He’s convinced that all his skin has been grated off by the coral, leaving nothing but bloody, exposed tissue…

“Jade,” Mayve croaks above him.

“Ahhh-!” Jade wheezes in pain as a hand pulls him up off the floor by one arm. “Mh-Mayve…”

“Walk… c’mon” Mayve grunts, shaking as he drags Jade upright. Jade’s feet are cut in a million tiny places, and pressing them to the floor stings. His knees cannot fully bend, or fully straighten. He leaves a trail of bloody prints as Mayve half leads, half drags him up the stairs, and out through a door. It opens directly onto a dock above a shallow bay to the sea. The water laps gently against the boards with a rhythm that’s hypnotic to his pain-drunk eyes.

“Here.” Mayve lets him collapse onto the dock, then holds out a tiny potion bottle. Jade takes it in both hands with a shaky inhale. Mayve flops down beside him, then wordlessly chugs the contents of an identical bottle. His skin ripples all over with dark, ultramarine scales. His legs mesh into a tail, and anglerfish lights appear in his hair.

And then he rolls over into the water and vanishes into the sea. 

Jade’s trembling hands nearly drop the bottle twice, but he manages to get it up to his mouth and swallow the contents. Luckily for him, the transformation potion has some basic, but powerful healing properties. The vast majority of the cuts simply vanish, transformed into perfect scales. His tortured knees and feet become a powerful tailfin with glossy, bioluminescent rays. He’s left with muscle aches in his arms and neck, and a dull throb deep inside his throat and cloaca. The orcas must have torn him inside.

Still, this is miles better than where his body was just a second ago. Jade sighs with relief, then rolls off the dock. His body splashes into the water, and he rights himself with a few, easy flicks of his tail. 

“Mayve?” He calls out softly into the water. No one answers. Mayve is long gone. And as Jade stares out into the sea, he’s struck by a strange, and somewhat disconnected desire to stay away from it.

‘I should return to school. That is where I belong.’

"... Whatever..." he groans. With a swish of fins, he starts to swim around the island, getting further away from the orcas before heading onto land. He has to get back to Night Raven. He belongs there. He needs to stay. 

Chapter 6: Eel in the Middle, Part Two

Summary:

Jade Leech x Ruggie Bucchi x Jamil Viper

Gangbang, threesome, aftercare

Warnings for depictions of mental trauma/aftermath of rape

Jade isn't sure how he did it. He finds himself at the gates of his school, wearing his gym uniform and no shoes, without any memory of what came before. Dazed and fuzzy, he stumbles forward. A strange impulse briefly takes hold of him long enough to log onto Magicam, and like a bunch of Cater Diamond’s posts. But he barely notices that he’s done it, and it otherwise doesn’t affect him at all. His phone goes back into his pocket, and he walks on.

“You look like shit,” he hears Ruggie’s familiar voice call out to him. When he looks up, he sees Ruggie’s face swim into focus beside him. 

“Ruggie~” Jade murmurs happily. Was he just waiting around the gate, or was told to come by someone who saw Jade stumbling around? It doesn’t matter. He’s here~

“Didja forget your fancy shoes, or lose them?” Ruggie asks. Despite the casual words, his tone is worried. Shoes are deeply important to Jade, as they are to Floyd, Azul, and all transformed merfolk. It’s one of very few decent things his father ever did, giving him his first pair of shoes.

"... I must have lost them..." Jade whispers. They were most likely destroyed, or stolen by the orcas. The realization makes his chest tighten, and his eyes burn with tears. He forces himself to hold them back.

“Can you summon them?” Ruggie asks patiently, and Jade almost chuckles. It was a marvelous idea really but…

"I... I don't know..." Jade closes his eyes and tries…   

“Hrrrk-“ He jacknifes forward, clapping both hands over his mouth. When he takes them away, they’re speckled with blot. That’s right… he cast a major spell with no magestone less than an hour ago. Such a shame… he really wanted his shoes back.

“Yeesh!” Ruggie flinches back.  “Stop trying, it’s okay. Here, put these on…”

He summons a pair of worn out flip flop sandals that look suspiciously like they belong to Leona and wiggles them onto Jade’s feet. They’re a little big, but at least they’re clean. Jade clenches his toes around the thong of the flip flop, distantly bemused by the feeling of leather between his toes. 

“We’re gonna go through the mirror to Scarabia. Crash with Jamil for a bit. Can you do that?” Ruggie asks, giving him a friendly, but worried little shake. Jade can guess why he’s worried. Ruggie is too small to carry him. Jade is going to have to help him out, at least a little. That should be fine. He wishes that Ruggie would stop looking at him like that. He’s not weak.

“I can walk,” Jade swallows, then forces himself to take a step forward. His feet are sore and swollen, but the flip flops blunt the ache to something more tolerable. "I require... food. And healing.”

He cringes at the admission that he needs anything and can’t take care of himself. Please… please don’t drop me for being weak…

“Yeah no shit,” Ruggie snorts, and Jade creaks out a smile at the bluntness. “C’mon, Jamil’s got both.”

As they step through the mirror, Jade feels a wash of unpleasant heat and dryness as they enter Scarabia. Thankfully, they head immediately into the palace that serves as a dorm, and powerful air conditioning caresses his face. He sighs with relief. Out of the three of them, he’s the only one bothered by the heat. Jamil and Ruggie barely notice it.

They continue down the hallway, heading in the opposite direction where most of the other Scarabia students have their dorms. He, Jamil, and Ruggie have secretly taken over one of the many unused rooms. They crash there a few times a week, whenever they can get the chance to spend time together. Jamil mostly takes care of keeping it tidy and furnished, but Ruggie has added some secondhand blankets and wall hangings to cozy it up. 

Jade has also contributed by stashing several of his personal terrariums along one wall, and supplying a cupboard with boxes of tea, an electric kettle, and a collection of mushroom-patterned mugs. It’s become one of the few places where he can be out of 'uniform.’ Show off his interests, and be silly with his theming~

At least to a point. Jamil has firmly limited him to just four terrariums. Mostly because they require upkeep, and more than four means that Jade is constantly scurrying back to Scarabia to spritz fungal beds and water moss. He has to admit that the limit is practical, even though he could fit as many as ten terrariums in here~

“NO. Do NOT. This only keeps working if it’s a secret from Kalim. Ruggie, why did you ever show him our room!” Jamil had demanded. He’d meant it half as a joke. Jade had crashed one of his and Ruggie’s ‘de-stress meetings.’ They’d been going at it like a pair of horny dolphins, and despite the rough introduction, he had stuck with them. And they with him~ It’s a sort of secret trust between vice housewardens. Jade had once joked about adding Trey and Rook into the mix, only to get shrieks and affronted smacks from both of them for even suggesting it. So rude~ It was all in the name of fun.

“Let’s see… here we go.” Ruggie sits Jade down on a chair near his terrariums, and pushes a pack of expired, discount bin cookies into his hands. “Start on those. Try’n eat slow..”

Jade takes the tin, opens it up, and selects a butter cookie. He nibbles it and looks at his terrariums, drinking in the gorgeous, green moss and the shelf fungus that’s just starting to make fruiting bodies on the pine branches he gave it. A moment later, he tries to swallow, and winces as the cookie sticks in his throat. "Tea…?"

“Go ahead and make it, everything is here,” Ruggie says distractedly, searching through cupboards with a harried expression. “I’m gonna go find Jamil and get some stuff. Just hang out for a bit, okay?”

"Okay,” Jade replies, feeling distant as Ruggie gives his hand a squeeze and hurries out.

He just sits there for a moment, staring at nothing. Then, for no particular reason, he staggers to his feet, fills the kettle with water from a bottle, and starts looking through the cupboard at all the different teas and tisanes. As delicious as his new oolong blend is, he really needs something herbal for his throat. A ginger lemon tea? Or perhaps a licorice root and slippery elm bark would be better? He grabs both and tosses them into a cup together with a big spoonful of honey. Time to see if they work well together.

The water boils. He pours it slowly over the tea bags. Honey drifts in viscous, amber streamers through the hot liquid, and the smell of ginger and licorice twist together in a slightly strange way. He takes the cup and sits back down, moving slowly and carefully to avoid aggravating his sore body.

Steam wafts around his face, and the ceramic mug warms his hands. It’s quiet, and cozy. He’s been through shitty situations like this before. Well, maybe not quite this bad…

He takes a sip. The tea does indeed soothe his aching throat, even if the herbal blend is… peculiar. He stares down into the murky brownish liquid, swishing it gently from side to side. There’s an air of surreal displacement to everything he’s doing. His body doesn’t feel quite like his own. His mind can’t quite process what’s going on. He did escape. It is over.

So why he can still feel their hands and abuse touching him, cutting into his knees-

He takes another long drink, letting the strange, herbal smell drag his senses into the present instead of the immediate past. 

He hears two sets of footsteps approaching the room. Jamil opens the door first and rushes in, looking down at Jade with a scowl that doesn’t quite hide his worry.

“What happened? Where did you get hurt?” He demands.

"There is no need to worry. I took care of my attackers,” Jade soothes. 

“No need to WORRY? Someone beat you to a pulp!” Jamil seethes. “Your face is covered in bruises.”

“Is it?” Jade slowly touches his face. Ruggie sidles into the room behind Jamil and gives him an apologetic shrug. “Hmm. I didn't notice.” 

“That makes you either a liar or an idiot,” Jamil grumbles. He steps forward and wraps his own hands around Jade’s cheeks to gaze critically at the bruises. “What happened?”

“Ah… mmm,” Jade closes his eyes, realizing that he can’t share the truth… at least not the whole truth. That would involve talking about his father, the training he endured, and the other ‘jobs’ he’d done that came perilously close to this, exact outcome.

“Tch.” Jamil takes out a clear, tupperware box, digs a pill bottle out of it, and shakes two pills into Jade’s palm. “These will help with the swelling and the pain.”

“I got some ice too,” Ruggie volunteers, walking forward with two ice packs.

"I... there is no need to worry. I took care of my attackers,” Jade sighs, accepting the ice from him.

“What do you mean you took care of your attackers? What did you do?” Jamil asks immediately. 

"They're... ha.. Ah… ahahahaha!" Jade’s laughter was quiet at first, but it quickly gets louder and less controlled. The smell of fried corpses, of burnt, dead whale skin fills his nose. He feels as though he’s teetering on the edge of insanity, annoyed with Jamil, and also understanding that he’s just concerned at the same time. Half of him wants to crawl into a crevice and hide from the angry serpent. The other half wants to break into sobs and be held.

"Well, they're fried like fish and chips~! Believe me when I say that the people who jumped me are taken care of. No one attacks me without learning a severe lesson," Jade finally says. He presses the back of his hand tightly to his mouth, trying to force the giggles back. He has to stop. He can see the expressions on Ruggie and Jamil’s faces. He’s making them worry. 

"Ahhhh... how did I get so lucky? To come back to both of you? You’re so sweet," he tells them. He swallows the pills dry, then smiles up at Jamil who, predictably, looks even more worried. 

Please accept my smile. For once, don’t look past my mask. I’ll break, and then you won’t want me anymore. 

“Fried…? So you used magic on them? Did anyone see you?!” Jamil groans, ignoring Jade’s unspoken pleas. “You might be the one about to learn a severe lesson if-mmp!” 

He jumps to one side with an affronted glare as Ruggie pinches his backside.

“Oh thanks! I was gonna ask you to scoot over.” He grins and takes a step forward. “Here.”

He picks up Jade’s cup of tea and hands it to him. “Pills work better with something in your tummy, that’s what my Grammy always used to say.”

“How nice. Did she have any advice for how to avoid manhunts when the police catch you casting magic on non-mages?” Jamil snipes.

“She did~!”

"Jamil! Please trust me. I am nothing if not careful. It was in an empty building. They didn't want anyone to see them, so no one saw what I did in response." Jade sighs. He presses one of Ruggie’s ice packs to his face, though really, he needs it elsewhere…

Trying to keep the movement casual, he slips the ice pack under his backside instead. Ruggie immediately gives him a double-take that has more experience in it than he had accounted for. That’s… unexpected.

"No one saw me,” Jade insists, taking a deep drink of tea to try and distract him.

“Nobody had to see you,” Jamil groans. Jade gives him an exasperated look, feeling a touch of sympathy for Kalim. This paranoia and doubting of one’s capabilities is exhausting to be on the receiving end of. “The people who attacked you will be able to give a full accounting to the authorities, especially if THEY get caught. You’re not exactly subtle, with mismatched eyes and your hairstyle-”

“Welp, we worry about that later. What Jade needs most right now is a bath,” Ruggie interrupts with a forced smile. 

“A bath-?” Jamil whirls on him with a confused and affronted expression. 

"A bath... yes~" Jade's smile softens into something more genuine. He had wanted so badly to stay in the ocean, but he couldn't. He had to come back. "I want a bath. Jamil… I will answer… I will answer what I can, but after. This is too much at the moment." 

“Yup. A bath and some food,” Ruggie nods. “Give it a rest, Jamil. I’ll even help you cook if you break out that chicken you’ve been marinating~”

“Am I the only one who doesn’t want to get arrested?” Jamil demands to the ceiling. “Fine, go take a bath. Put some of this in there. I have SO many things to do...”

He all but shoves a sachet of epsom salts in Jade’s hands. Jade takes it with a fond smile. "How very kind of you~”

“Nghhhhh…” Jamil hurries out of the room in an overwhelmed huff. Ruggie smirks, then walks over to Jade.

“I’ll go help him in a sec. You need help?” He asks. The silliness in his expression has faded now into sober focus. Jade looks up at him, chest swollen tight with emotion. He owes them for helping him like this. More than he could ever repay.

"Ruggie..." Jade's eyes fall closed as he tries to get his words together. "I... I will be fine. But you…? Have you ever..." 

He swallows hard. Why is this so impossible to talk about? Why is his throat closing up, and his body threatening to break down into bitter sobs? Ruggie… Ruggie already knows, right? He knows. So it should be easy to speak to him. Just say it and move on…

“Yeah, you need help. Up you get,” Ruggie gently pulls up on his arm. Jade agreeably falls silent. He rises to his feet and follows him, leaving the tea and cookies behind.

He follows Ruggie to the common bathroom. It's late afternoon, so no one in Scarabia is using it yet. Ruggie picks out a tub away from the door, and starts running the water. Like always, he instantly turns the handle to a comfortable temperature with uncanny precision. Jade had asked him about it once, and he'd said something about making sure that he didn't waste any water. It seems like an especially strange thing to worry about to Jade, who grew up in the ocean.

"And we pop Jamil's secret sauce in here..." Ruggie empties the satchet and swirls it around until the crystals dissolve. "That should help with the sore, and the sting. All that stuff... it heals fast. Give it a couple days, and it won't hurt anymore."

"... thank you..." Jade's eyes trails to the water, craving its supportive embrace. He strips, letting the clothes fall to the floor. He can’t help looking down at himself once he’s naked. The worst injuries should have been on his knees, but thanks to the potions, his skin is not a mess of raw salt coral cuts and bruises. He feels a little strange, and disappointed that he doesn’t have more to show for the pain he went through. It barely looks like he won a fist fight…

He settles into the water, and then glances up at Ruggie.

"I... appreciate you,” he says softly.

"I appreciate you too," Ruggie says with a hint of good natured sarcasm. He hesitates for just a second, then starts to strip. Jade's eyes widen in surprise. 

"Are... are you sure?" He asks. To be naked with Ruggie… Despite it all, he craves affection and comfort. He can’t help but stare at his partner’s bony, underfed body as he takes off his shirt, and remember how quick he was to understand what was needed, and wonder… 

Has Ruggie gone through something like this during his struggle with life? He must have…

“Am I sure that I appreciate you? Yeah I guess. Since you asked.” Ruggie kicks off his boxers and then slips into the tub behind him. He snuggles close, tucking his legs up over Jade’s thighs, and wrapping an arm around his waist. “Too much bathwater for just you anyway. Don’t wanna let it go to waste.”

"Right..." Jade smiles, relaxing as Ruggie holds him from behind. This is his favourite way to be held, with no possibility for awkward eye contact. It’s tricky to accommodate out of the water without squashing his significantly smaller partners, so it’s rare that he gets to indulge. 

"... Thank you,” he whispers after a moment, hoping Ruggie will understand that he means thank you for everything, including the things he just can’t say.

“If you really wanna thank me, sweet talk Azul into giving me a few more shifts. Vacation is coming up soon, and I want extra money to bring home,” Ruggie mumbles into his hair. 

"Consider it done..." Jade kisses Ruggie's forearm, then rests his head against his chest. The tubs in Scarabia are generously large. Kalim’s father renovated the entire place after he started attending, and the bathrooms got plenty of love. Jade has enough room to scoot down a little with his knees bent and his head pillowed on Ruggie’s chest, letting himself be held like a baby otter. The position makes him feel small and protected. Almost more than the epsom salts, it’s gentle and soothing. Exactly what he needs, a place to melt into a more vulnerable state. To be held, his space respected~

"When is Jamil going to come over...?" Jade mumbles, letting himself imagine the three of them all cuddling in the water together. He lightly runs his fingers over his knees, convincing the phantom pains that they aren’t still hurt.

“Jamil? Taking time to bathe?” Ruggie snorts. “I’m sure he’s juggling Kalim, dinner prep, and checking all the law enforcement backdoors to find out if he needs to start digging a bunker to hide in. Besides, he hates cold water, and you hate hot water, yeah? He’d complain the whole time.”

“Mmm…” Jade assents with a sigh. Fine… he’ll find a way to get wet snuggles from both of them later, complaints or no~

Ruggie is half right. Jamil doesn’t come to join them in the bath, but he does feed them dinner shortly after the bath. Later that evening, once Kalim is asleep, he also creeps away to their secret room to join them.

“Someone registered a noise complaint near the docks. Said shots were fired,” he grumbles immediately.

“I saw him naked just a couple hours ago and he wasn’t shot,” Ruggie points out. Jade resists the urge to say that he was shot, but that the potion healed that up along with all the other cuts. It’s true, but perhaps not wise to say aloud.

“That’s not what I meant,” Jamil grumbles. “Someone has a link to a violent altercation that might get investigated. They could be searching the area right now. It would be nice to know if we need to prepare for that.”

He crawls into bed, sandwiching Jade between himself and Ruggie. It’s their usual order, when they sleep together. Jamil likes the freedom to easily get up and check on things during the night, and Ruggie sleeps so deeply that Jade can climb over him if he needs to get up. And Jade…? Jade likes being squished and secure between them, even if it’s sometimes too hot~

“Ehhh-Aaaaah... It’s late. Anyone want a thing on?” Ruggie yawns. He sits up, turns on a cheap TV, and casts a free, internet video to it. It’s not terribly interesting and really just produces background noise. Jade immediately tunes it out.

"I did say I would answer questions, but I don’t think we need to prepare..." he mumbles to Jamil. He lifts his arm, tucks it under his head, and uses his free hand to start running his fingers through Jamil’s hair. 

“Yes. Answer questions,” Jamil insists. “What happened?”

“Mmm…” Jade can’t help but notice that his tone is already softer and less anxious. Hair stroking is a weak spot that he happily exploits whenever Jamil gets stuck in one of these paranoid streaks. A secret weapon~ "I was attacked. They took me into a building, near the docks. They just wanted to hurt me.” 

He kisses the side of Jamil's head and continues rubbing his fingertips over his scalp in slow, gentle strokes.  “I gave them all heart attacks, and then slipped away."

“Heart attacks,”  Jamil frowns. “Believable ones?”

“Yes.” Jade can’t help but notice that Jamil has started leaning into him like a cat, eyes falling closed and shoulders relaxing. He changed into pajamas, and his hair is in a big, loose braid, but sections of it are permanently kinked and molded to the shape of his daytime braids. His scalp is always sore and touch-starved because of it.

“What about the shooting?” Jamil asks after a moment.

“The shooting…” Jade yawns. “That was in the beginning. They shot at me a few times. They missed. Your poor head needs so much love and care~" 

“Don’t change the subject,” Jamil grumbles, even though his eyes have drifted closed. “If you used magic… magic is traceable. Dead bodies turning up… you can’t just make those go away.”

“Mmm…” Jade stares into space for a moment. He suspects that either Davy Jones or the orcas’ other gang members have cleaned out the warehouse and left it spotless. It’s in no one’s best interest to get Sage Island’s tiny police force informed, and they are very thorough.

"I don’t think that the police know. I’m not worried even a little," he says tonelessly.

Jamil makes an unhappy noise that Jade might have taken more seriously if it wasn’t already very clear that he’s drifting off to sleep. Ruggie snickers under his breath, and gives him a thumbs up.

"Despite everything, I'm happy I walked in on you two doing it like dolphins," Jade teases, giving Ruggie a playful kiss.

“Mmngh-“ Jamil sleepily throws a hand back to bap him on the head for reminding him. Jade takes it with a little ‘oof’ like a good victim, then snuggles down against him.

"Next time... when it hurts less... let's have some fun," he mumbles

“No rush on that,” Ruggie yawns, showing off his hyena eyeteeth and coarse tongue. He curls up against Jade’s other side, watching the mindless show on the TV with a sleepy expression. 

Jade is only barely awake when he finally shuts it off, and they all gently fall asleep.

 

Chapter 7: Naga Your Business

Summary:

Kalim Al-Asim x Jamil Viper
Deepthroating, wet dream, cum eating

Content warnings for dubious consent

Jade always provides the Watcher with the most delicious angst~ The mermaid mafia angle never fails to deliver. They very much aren't sure how STYX got all of that data on Davy Jones, or how much of it is verified, because like… if even half of it is true, then why hasn’t STYX acted on it? Ehh. Such questions are above their pay grade, and well above their lowly position as the night guard over a stale natural disaster.

Speaking of disasters, they've now seen two, very sweet scenes play out in Cater's dream, even though they were supposed to be deliciously mean. They originally selected Cater for accuracy, but they're beginning to suspect that there’s a firm inclination toward love and shipping in his dreamscape. The man IS a shameless flirt and allergic to social strife, after all. Maybe that’s also why Jade ended up in a polycule with Jamil and Ruggie. The Watcher didn’t do that. The Jade/Jamil/Ruggie NPCs did it all by themselves. The Watcher had assumed that Jade would run to Azul for cuddles, or maybe even sulk alone in the mountains? But no, he went and sandwiched himself between Starving Hyeena boy and Servant Snake boy. Huh. Maybe Cater ships the three of them and that’s why they’re together, they could see that…

Either way, it’s put them in the mood for more silliness and romance, and there are few dreamers better for that than Kalim! It's been a while since they used Kalim's dream, or even a dreamer directly. The idea of Kalim and Jamil being happy together just warms their heart, even if their current state is far too toxic to be healthy. But dreams are dreams, and what's better than having a servant? 

Having a pretty little pet, of course~

They spin for prompts, and get deepthroating, wet dream, and cum eating. Huh. Two of those things go together, but wet dream…? Isn’t this whole thing technically a wet dream already? That one’s obviously a freebie, ehh.

With those prompts in mind, the Watcher makes their tweaks, and then sits back to watch.

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Jamil is just so happy and grateful to be employed by Kalim~ The Al-Asims are such wise and wonderful benefactors. He loves ensuring that their precious son is always cared for, and eagerly fulfills any of his wishes. Like a good genie, his purpose is to make dreams come true.

So it's a little bit awkward when he finds that his body lotion must have been tampered with! Shortly tucking Kalim into bed, and doing his nightly skin care routine, he went to bed. He woke up bright and early to do his morning chores, and immediately discovered that his legs had joined together into a tail! It’s a long, black-and-scarlet tail covered in snake scales. His arms are covered in matching scales, and he can feel them on his face too. His pajamas are in tatters, and his day is ruined! He can’t be a good servant for Kalim as a naga!

"Gooooooood morning!” Kalim calls out from the door, making him freeze in panic. "Jamil~!!! Are you in here?! I woke up by myself and wondered where you were!" 

Jamil dives under the covers with a hiss that’s far too snakelike for his comfort. He catches his breath, and then tries to call out in a calm voice. “Don’t come in! I’m fine, I’ll be up in a moment.”

"Are you sure? It’s not like you to be a sleepyhead. That’s my job! What do you want for breakfast?" Kalim asks. He bounces right into Jamil’s room and hops up beside him on the bed. 

“I’ll make something, don’t worry about it!” Jamil says quickly. “Silky melon and coconut rice! I got it started last night. Just give me a moment to get ready.”

“A moment to get ready…?” Kalim stares down at the blankets covering Jamil’s body. It’s so strange that Jamil didn’t get up the moment he came in! That’s how this always works. Kalim comes in with a smile and a greeting. Jamil hops up out of bed, sometimes hugs him if it’s an especially happy day, and then he gets their breakfast started. Is he trying to make a joke…?

"Don't be silly! C'mon Jamil!" Kalim urges, tugging at the blankets. To his surprise, something large and slithery moves underneath them in a very distinctive and alarming way. 

"Jamil! There's a snake in your bed!!!" Kalim gasps, and immediately dives after it. “I’ll get him! He must have escaped from the menagerie!” 

“Wait! D-don’t-“ Jamil squeaks. But it’s too late. Kalim’s hands dive under the blankets, seeking to capture the trespassing snake. And he finds it! Well, he finds the end of its tail. It has beautiful, black and scarlet scales, and it’s big! Luckily, it doesn’t have the markings of a venomous snake, at least he doesn’t think so! He’s not sure what kind it even is.

“Awww, this poor guy must be lost!” Kalim says, and gently tugs on the snake’s tail. He starts to draw it out, and it just keeps getting thicker and longer! 

“Wow, this snake is really big!” He gasps. Did they have snakes this big in the menagerie? They might, but nothing comes to mind. Certainly nothing this pretty! Is this a wild snake after all?

“Ah… Kalim…” Jamil says in a tiny voice, but Kalim is determined now! Bit by bit, he uncovers the snake, moving up over belly scutes… and then to sturdy hips? A belly button…?

He pulls the blankets fully away. Jamil is underneath them, skin completely covered in perfect, glossy scales, and legs replaced with a long, graceful tail. His belly and chest are layered with coal-black scutes that transition smoothly to vivid scarlet on his shoulders and arms. Bands of gold around his upper arms, wrists, and fingers make it look like he's wearing regal jewelry, and a cobra’s hood is pulled snugly to either side of his head and neck.

"J... Jamil...! Is this you?!" Kalim gasps. "You... you're so beautiful!!!"

“I… what?” Jamil asks faintly.

“Wowwwww~” Kalim strokes his tail in genuine admiration. "You must be the most beautiful naga in the whole country. Maybe the whole world!" 

“But I… I’m a naga…” Jamil whispers shakily.

"It’s okay! Just because you’re a naga doesn't mean I love you any less!" Kalim beams with confidence as bright as the sun itself. He can’t let Jamil keep feeling so embarrassed and scared! That will not stand with him around!

“But… how can I help you when I’m like this?!” Jamil asks in a trembling voice. “Even if I’m not ugly, other people will be afraid of me! And I feel so cold and slow.”

He shakily rubs his cheeks, showing off beautiful, scarlet and gold-banded fingers. His eyes are still their familiar storm grey, and his expression always looks kind, no matter how worried or scared he is. He’s a good person, even if he’s a worrywart sometimes!

"I'll show the world how amazing you are~ No matter what. If you're feeling cold and slow... then let me be your sun!" Kalim offers, holding out his arms. He means every word. Jamil is his confidant. His best friend~

Slowly, Jamil reaches out and takes his hands. Kalim gives them a gentle squeeze.

"You... you do feel warm," Jamil admits. The end of his tail curls gently around Kalim’s waist. It's cool to the touch, strong, and very smooth. 

"Mmm!” Kalim hums comfortingly. “My only question is, how did this happen? Did someone play a prank on you?" 

“I don’t know. I think it might have been something in my skin cream? But I was normal when I went to bed last night!” Jamil frets.

“Hmm…” Kalim frowns, wondering who could have done such a thing. Whoever it is needs a firm talking-to! It did more harm than laughs. He continues to hold and stroke Jamil’s arms, feeling an odd sense of…? It’s hard to describe. Happiness? Power…? Maybe useful. Yes, he feels useful~ Seeing Jamil not have all the answers, relying on him, to be the calm one? Yes. It feels good, and he wants to chase that feeling~

"If it’s your skin cream, then maybe we just need to get you a new bottle! Things can get weird when they expire, right?” He asks.

“Sometimes,” Jamil agrees. His tail curls around him a little more tightly. Kalim squeezes him back. 

"Jamil...? Can I ask you a question?" He asks, feeling a little breathless and impulsive.

“Of course!” Jamil says immediately. 

"... can I kiss you...?" Kalim asks.

“You can do whatever you want!” Jamil turns his face to one side to give Kalim his cheek. Kalim deflates slightly, but then he notices that Jamil’s cobra hood has relaxed, and there’s a hint of something pretty and blue inside. Does it open up more when he gets happy?

Kalim rolls with the offer, and leans forward to kiss him on the cheek. Then, he starts tracing the gold pattern on his shoulder. If he gets Jamil in a playful mood, maybe he’ll let him kiss other places…?

“Eee!” Jamil jolts back with a startled giggle. "That tickles!"

“The inside of your hood is pretty!" Kalim playfully tucks his fingers under Jamil’s chin. “I was trying to see!”

“Oh! Let me try…” Jamil concentrates, and then after a moment, his hood flares out. He reveals a vivid, blue, black, and gold eyespot just below the places where his ears used to be. They glitter hypnotically in the morning light, like elegant, luxurious earrings. Kalim stares at them with a happy sigh. This… this is so new and cool. Jamil always dresses the same. He always has his hair the same, he always smells the same, and he always always acts the same! 

But now he’s a naga, and all that sameness has turned into something fun and new! It's so fun to touch his scales and run his fingers over them. The colours are so vivid, and the longer he looks at them, the more they seem to sink into his eyes in a deeply satisfying way. 

“It’s so pretty! They’re like earrings~” Kalim reaches inside his hood to gently touch one. Jamil squeals and wiggles back.

“Tickles!” He says sternly, putting his hand out to hold Kalim back. 

“Sorry~” Kalim laughs, holding his hands up to show Jamil that he’s respecting the boundary. “It just feels so nice to touch! It’s a bit addicting.”

He reaches out and strokes Jamil’s arm instead, and then his chest, mesmerized by the texture change of glossy little scales as they turn into big, sturdy scutes. So pretty~ And Jamil would normally never…

Jamil would never allow this...

A twinge of headache zips across his forehead. He frowns a little, hand coming to a stop on Jamil’s shoulder. "Ah... maybe I should stop touching you. Maybe… maybe we should get up? And go find a way to get you to be okay again?"

‘And I should stop touching you like this,’ Kalim thinks, but doesn’t quite say. It’s a cold, guilty feeling that creeps into his chest. Like a truth he knows, but can’t see very clearly-

‘Don't be silly~! This is Jamil. He'll let you do anything because he loves you,’ a voice seems to whisper in his ear. ‘He's here to make your wishes come true~’

"You can touch me all you want!" Jamil says, echoing the voices as he wraps his tail a little more snugly around Kalim's waist. "Um... but maybe I should make us some breakfast. And move into a warmer room. I feel so cold!"

‘He could move in with you~ All you have to do is ask.’

‘Yeah... yeah...! Jamil loves me, and I love him!’ Kalim thinks eagerly, even as a tiny, quiet part of his mind whispers back.

Jamil doesn’t love you.

"Move into my bed!" Kalim suggests that before he could think too hard about it. He takes Jamil's hands into his. “That way you can stay warm, and we can spend time together!”

"Of course!" Jamil says, looking overjoyed.

And he does! Kalim has a wonderful day taking Jamil around to different parts of the school, and reintroducing him to their friends and teachers. Some are a little scared at first, but Kalim sets them right, and they all soon realize that Naga Jamil means them no harm. 

Jamil, for his own part, soon eases into his new body. It takes him a little while to get the hang of slithering, and he accidentally ties his tail into a knot twice, but then he’s just as quick and agile as he ever was. He insists on making meals for them, since the warmth of the stove is soothing to his body. He does have to slither up onto a chair to reach the counter though.

Finally, it's bedtime~ Jamil and Kalim frequently have slumber parties, and this is really no different! It's just a lot more cuddly than before, because Jamil is all curled up around Kalim's legs, waist, and arms. Really, whatever part of him holds still for long enough to provide a little warmth. He says it feels nice, and Kalim feels so happy to provide him with something that he needs~

They're both currently in bed and talking about their favourite movies, with Jamil's tail draped cozily over Kalim's waist and legs. And Kalim can't help but notice that if he parts his legs even a little, Jamil's tail slips between them.

He’s tempted, even though it feels strangely naughty. He hesitates a little, and then quietly spreads his legs out. Jamil's tail drops down between them with the casual, innocent gesture of someone settling into bed. The cool weight settles against his crotch, and guilty, but pleasurable goosebumps ripple up over the tops of his thighs. Jamil's scales are so smooth and silky. He can feel them over his bare calf, where his pants have been pushed up. He can't help imagining how they might feel up a little higher...

"Jamil... I love you. So much,” Kalim murmurs, wrapping his arms around him.

"I love you too! I-mmmp?" Jamil makes a surprised little noise as Kalim gets in close, and kisses him on the mouth. All his longing, his frustration, and his deep, honest admiration and love goes into the kiss. He loves Jamil. He wants to be more than just friends. He’s wanted that for a long, long time~

There's a terrible moment where Jamil simply sits there and does nothing. Kalim internally panics, starting to wonder whether he’s screwed everything up. But then...

Then Jamil wraps his arms around Kalim and deepens the kiss with a long, happy sigh. Kalim melts into him, so happy that he could cry.

Jamil loves meeeeee~

"I can taste... I can taste everything so much more~" He gasps between kisses. "You taste so good~"

"R-really?" Kalim blushes, feeling hot and breathless.

“Yes!” Jamil laughs and buries his face in Kalim’s neck. His tongue makes a bunch of tickly little flicks all along his jawline and down to his shoulder. Kalim shrieks and giggles and squirms happily against him.

"May I... May we... I..." He takes a deep breath. Why is he getting so tongue tied?! He can just ask and Jamil will surely say yes. "C...can we do... more?" 

Jamil doesn’t even seem to notice that he asked. His tongue is already flicking and lapping at Kalim’s collarbones just beneath the neckline of his shirt. The front of it is forked and smooth, like a snake tongue, but the back is wide and soft. All Kalim would have to do is move his clothes out of the way… it seems like Jamil will just keep exploring, keep giving him these tickly little snake kisses, all on his own~

Kalim shivers. He kisses Jamil's neck, hands slowly stroking up and down his smooth body. Then h reaches down and fumbles off his loose, cotton pants.

“H-hang on~” He quickly slips off his shirt, then kisses Jamil’s forehead and gently pulls him close again. Jamil sighs happily, and nuzzles his chin against Kalim’s chest. His tongue flicks over his nipple, then gives it a long, generous lick. It’s small, but he takes it into his mouth anyway, and lapping over it in slow circles with his tongue.

“Ohhhh~” Kalim arches his back with a happy moan. Jamil’s mouth is cool, wet, and so... so~! He can’t figure out a way to describe it. Invigorating? Amazing? Satisfying? He just knows that he just loves it. He needs it~

It’s not all hot and sweaty, he realizes distantly. The sex he’s had in the past has always been hot and sticky. It’s fun, but sweaty skin feels even sweatier when placed on top of sweaty skin! Plus, there is always the hassle of keeping your hair out of the way, or accidentally pulling your partner’s hair. Jamil’s new body just seems so practical for all those reasons! It’s cool to the touch, and soft, but glossy smooth. His hood has opened up again to show off those happy blue eyespots, but it’s self-contained, and never gets in the way. 

"Jamilllll... Your eye spots are so pretty~!” He croons as Jamil nuzzles and flicks his way down his tummy. He gets lower, and lower until finally he’s got his face pressed deep into crotch. He flicks his tongue, then gazes up at him with a coy, mischievous expression. Kalim’s cock is pressed cutely underneath his chin. 

“Shall I grant a wish for you, my friend~?”

"Please~! Do as you please~!"  Kalim breathes, hitching his thighs apart to give him plenty of room. Jamil dives right in, taking Kalim's cock so deep that it seems impossible. Kalim can just picture his throat bulging, like a snake swallowing an egg as his tongue works just like it did with his nipple. He swallows and sucks around his shaft, drawing it in and out with toe-curling speed.

“Ooooooo~!” Kalim gasps. It’s so cool, and wet, and tight! He has toys that can approximate this, but the feeling of being deep-throated like this~

"How can you do suh-so much?!" Kalim moans. He reaches down and pets Jamil's head, panting as his cock gets harder and starts twitching. He’s being deepthroated by Jamil! Jamil loves him so much… 

Jamil isn’t his friend. He would never do this.

Jamil blinks up at him between his legs with a chuckle that vibrates him from base to tip. He nuzzles his stuffed-full face into Kalim’s hand, and gives him a pleading look that he can almost hear. 

‘Give me your release~ Let me make you feel good.’

How could Kalim resist such a request? He can’t. He has no escape! No choice~! He stares into those eyes as his breath starts to come in fluttery little gasps.

"J-Jamil!!!"

The orgasm releases with several short, easy spurts. Jamil doesn’t spill a drop. He keeps him swallowed deep through the orgasm, throat squeezing and dragging out several stomach-hitching aftershocks that make him gasp and squeak with pleasure. It’s juuuust edged into overstimulation when Jamil carefully lets him out of his mouth.

“Haaahhh… hahhh… oh…?” He looks down at himself as his tail shrinks, and the scales start to pull back into normal human skin. “Oh! It must have worn off!”

“Oh?” Kalim pants, staring distantly at Jamil’s body as it changes. He feels utterly wrung out. Jamil drank him so deeply that it was like he was a delicious coconut juice. Ha ha, maybe he is~ He drinks so many of those.

“Yay~” Kalim gives him a woozy thumbs up and a smile. "You’re all better..." 

He curls up next to Jamil and presses his face into his chest. He feels so floaty and happy and sleepy.

“I love you,” he whispers into his chest.

“I love you too. You’re my best friend,” Jamil whispers back, and gently kisses the top of his head.

 

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Kalim finds himself in a dark, unfamiliar room. Red light spills across the floor, doing little to illuminate the surface that he’s lying on. It feels hard, and a touch of fear tightens his stomach. Something is wrong, and he doesn’t know what.

'Oh no.... did I get kidnapped again? Where is Jamil?’ He climbs to his feet, peering into the darkness for his friend. ‘Is he hurt?! Where is he?!’

“Jamil?” He calls out. It echoes faintly in what must be a massive, cavernous space. “Jamil!”

His voice fades into silence. Finally, just as he’s about to call out again, a low, terrifying voice hisses in his ear.

“What do you want NOW?”

It’s Jamil’s voice, but harsh, resentful. Full of impossible, bitter anger.

"Huh?" Kalim quails. He looks all around himself, trying desperately to catch sight of his best friend-

My servant. He hates it when I call him my friend.

"J-Jamil...? Are you ok? What happened?" Kalim stammers.

“Typical. Helpless idiot, just waiting for someone else to take care of it for you. What happened? YOU happened!”

A snakelike face with Jamil’s dark eyes thrusts out of the darkness and glares seething at his face. A scaled hand grabs his shoulder and shoves him down hard enough to knock the wind out of him.

"Ouch!" Kalim yelps in pain. Jamil shoved him! And the things he’s saying are so harsh and cruel-

This is the Jamil that is real. This is the Jamil that you deserve.

"Please. I'll do anything to make it right! Just tell me what to do!” Kalim begs, shaking as he tries to reach out to the monster. A face with red, glowing eyes appears out of the darkness, snarling at him with a forked tongue.

“No, you won’t. Don’t lie to yourself. You’ll stay forever in your pathetic little fantasy where you don’t have to change, and you don’t have to admit that I am your slave.”

Coarse, spiky snake scales grate over his hips and thighs. They shove him over onto his stomach, and claws thrust themselves into the waistband of his pants. They yank and tear. His pants split apart, leaving his backside bare, and his legs tangled up in the ruined cloth. 

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Kalim sobs, feeling helpless and awful and guilty. He isn’t lying! He wants to make everything right! He never wanted Jamil to be his slave! “Please-“

“That’s right. Say that you're sorry, and then expect everyone else to THANK you. To just drop it so that you can just go back to doing exactly what you were doing before,” Jamil hisses. 

"I'm sorry! Jamil! I'll do better! Just please don't hate me- AHHHH!" Kalim cries out as a scaled, heavily muscled tail rams itself against his backside. It wraps around him with lightning speed and squeezes around his waist forcing his legs to spread out wide. 

“No you won’t,” Jamil hisses. “You’ll never change. You’ll just go back to that little fantasy of me where I’m happy to be your slave. Because that’s EASIER.”

Something cold and slick shoves itself up against the opening of Kalim’s ass. It punches against him over and over, forcing itself deeper each time until the tip squirts in. It stings and burns with tearing pain. Kalim sobs, holding tight to the tail wrapped around his waist. Is this what he needs to do to make all of this better? If Jamil would just forgive him, if he would stay, then he'll spread his legs and let him take whatever he wants.

"F... fuck me if you need to! I'll do anything to make you happy,” he moans. “I’ll-HNNGH-!”

The thick, meaty tail slams into his hips as that cock thrusts deep enough to make him see stars. His rim is stinging and straining to accommodate the girth, and his stomach is cramping…

“You’ll do anything, hmm…?”

The red eyes stare deep into his own, pupils dilating slowly from slits into disks that grow wider, and become deeper. Deeper, until he could topple into them and fall down forever into inky blackness. His head gets fuzzy, his body gently clenches and trembles, captive in the coils of a massive snake.

“Doesn’t it feel good to be on your face, with your privileged, slutty little ass in the air?” The voice murmurs, losing its anger and hurt as amusement takes their place. Kalim whimpers, staring deeply into Jamil's eyes. He still remembers that time when Jamil used Snake Whisper on him. The hypnosis was dreamlike, and comfortable. It was good. He could be exactly what Jamil wanted. He could make him happy.

“Look at how useful you are as a cockwarmer~ You deserve to get torn up by my barbs. You like this, don’t you?”

“Nghhhh…” Kalim stares into the eyes. His his own cock lightly smacks against his legs as Jamil’s monstrous snake form starts to rut into him. The pain and discomfort smooths and sweetens into thrills of warmth and frisson that seem to whisper ‘yessssss~ Open up to me~’ 

“Yes! Yes master! I love it!" Kalim whimpers, eyes crossing as he falls into the addictive pleasure of being used like a toy. Hardened, hooked barbs that should have sent him screaming and crying into a fit of hysterical pain only catch and drag against his inner walls with glorious friction. His mind whites out every time they push past his rim, making him feel so hot and tight… 

"It feels... so good-! I love it," He clenches up tight, pressure building deep in the pit of his stomach as his inner sweet spot is pummeled. Helplessly, he squirts and then immediately orgasms, brain utterly breaking as wave after wave of release and euphoria sear through his body.

“Sure you do. And now you’ll just forget all about me. Again,” the voice whispers bleakly, and then everything goes dark.

 

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Kalim awakens the next morning, feeling a little less bouncy and energetic than normal. He maybe had a nightmare? How strange! He normally barely remembers his dreams, except when Silver visits them. But then they have dream parties and it’s the best~

He turns over and sees Jamil sleeping next to him… except that it’s naga Jamil! He turned back into a snake while they slept! He stares, feeling his cock harden at the sight, and his ass clenches eagerly. 

Take me, love me~ Stay with me forever.

Kalim wiggles forward and hugs Jamil, kissing his cheeks, and then his lips. 

“Mmmngh…?” Jamil slowly wakes up, then looks down at Kalim with a gentle expression. “Good morning…? Oh! Oh no, I’ve turned into a naga again!”

“Mmm~” Kalim kisses and drags his lips down Jamil's body. His cock is so hard it’s driving him crazy. "J... Jamil...! Good morning! I wanna be with you! I love you so much!!! 

“Mm-ah? I love you too Kalim! You’re my best friend!” Jamil agrees with a happy grin. “Did you wake up needy? You must have had a nice dream!”

He gently pushes Kalim down onto the bed, and almost casually pushes his face between his legs. 

“Oh wow! You definitely had a nice dream,” Jamil snickers, voice muffled as he immediately begins to lick up the mess.

"I think so. I think you were in it~" Kalim murmurs. "Ooooh! Jamil~!!!! You feel so gooood~”

Just like last night, Jamil busies himself by providing the deepest blowjob imaginable. But even through the haze of sugar-high pleasure, Kalim can see that the scales and hood are already receding, blending back into Jamil’s usual, chestnut skin. And he can’t think why, except…

‘Does cum… turn him back into a human?! Like an antidote?!

"Jamil... I think... I think my cummies are your cure...!" Kalim gasps. “I think-!”

This orgasm is almost a little disappointing. It’s weak, and over in seconds. Afterward, he feels a little breathless and a lot tired. Soooo many orgasms in such little time…

Jamil pops off of him with a little “Hmm?” He’s licked Kalim completely clean, and now he’s fully human again. His legs look sturdy and normal, and his skin has no trace of scales.

“Oh look at that. I think you’re right. That’s perfect! I guess I’ll be sleeping with you a lot more then,” Jamil laughs, looking down at his arms. “And now I can make us breakfast without climbing on a chair!”

"... Okay!" Kalim smiles down at him. That makes sense. Plus, it means that Jamil HAS to sleep with him. He needs him~

He needs him. A strange sense of anxiety nags at Kalim, pushing at him to sit up, and take Jamil’s hands in his own. He clears his throat, and then takes a deep breath.

"Jamil... I want... I want you to know that... if you ever wanted to go off and see the world, I'd support you. I don’t want you to go! But if YOU ever wanted…? You know that, right?" He asks hesitantly.

“Of course Kalim! But I won’t. Not without you! We’re best friends~” Jamil beams, and pulls him into a hug.

“Yeah. You’re my best friend,” Kalim agrees, feeling slightly troubled as he hugs him back.

Chapter 8: Lust for the Enemy, Part One

Summary:

Lilia Vanrouge x Mobs
Body modification, forbidden, teasing

Warnings for hard noncon and physical violence

Hmm. That was light and sweet with no real substance, and yet something about it still feels off. There’s something darker going on underneath the surface of that dream. The Watcher isn’t really sure what, but they got some weird readings for a minute there. Almost like Kalim dropped into the abyss…? It’s not impossible. When the dreamers ‘sleep’ inside the dream, they can sometimes drop into the abyss. It’s the deepest, mostly subconscious level of dreaming that even STYX can’t monitor very well. It’s usually full of repressed fears and anxiety and such. They think that Kalim dropped into it shortly after receiving his first deepthroat from Jamil’s snake mouth…?

But maybe not. Perhaps they’re overthinking things. The rest of that dream was chock full of the forced, saccharine acting that one sees in bad internet porn. ‘You are my best friend Kalim!’ Ugh. Real friends don’t constantly declare their friendship unless something is deeply wrong.

SPEAKING OF WRONG, the Watcher is once again in the mood for something dark after watching that sugar-fest. There are very few dreams where the overall mood is dark, and can sustain that darkness for a while without breaking. Lilia’s war memories are maybe the only setting that accommodates that. The man endures a ton of punishment and still manages to paste a smile on his face. It must be somewhat genuine, right? The Watcher can’t help but smirk to themselves as they reflect on it. ‘He must be a masochist. I love masochists~’

Of course, they can’t just torture Lilia willy-nilly. Malleus tends to visit him a lot, and rule number one is ‘don’t piss off the dragon.’ But at the moment, Malleus is still spawn-camping Vil’s dream, leaving Lilia unguarded. They should have a bit of a window to tinker with. Long enough to get a good show out of the First General of Queen Maleanor Draconia.

They spin for the scenario, and come up with body modification, forbidden, and teasing. Why is teasing even on there instead of edging or orgasm control? Shush. Don’t worry about it. They’re using a free internet service, not a curated kink generator. You get what you pay for…

 

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Chaos.

The battle for the Verdant Moors has been lost, and the castle is being overrun. Lilia is badly injured. He couldn’t keep up with his soldiers, or survive a long-distance teleport, so he forced them to retreat, and leave him behind. They almost disobeyed, but Lilia had threatened to kill them himself if they didn’t go. Castle Briar Rose must be warned that the Moor has fallen. Baur and his troops must flee, and take the news of their defeat to Queen Maleanor. There is no other choice.

And so, here he stands, guarding the entrance to the inner keep of the Castle of the Verdant Moors. One hand is pressed to his ribs, where blood from a vicious sword blow is already leaking through the bandage. The cut was inflicted by a dull blade, but with enough force to break two or three of his ribs. They make his side scream with pain whenever he moves. He’s low on magic, and exhausted to the point of agony.

But the stone corridor around him echoes with the BOOM… BOOM… BOOM of a battering ram against the outer door. Behind him, the sounds of Baur and the others fleeing down the escape passageway have faded, but they need all the time they can get. The Silver Owls are coming, and Lilia must keep them at bay. He pulls his bat’s likeness battle mask over his face, and readies his magearm.

CRASH!

The door splinters, and iron boots pound the stone as soldiers flood into the inner keep. They rush up the main stairs, and into the sweeping corridor where Lilia is waiting.

“It’s him!” One of them shouts. Lilia does not give them any time to get organized. He lunges at the troop with a bloodcurdling scream. His magearm smashes into, and through the weak point in the lower side of their leader’s armour. Magic does what his bludgeoning weapon can not, and hacks deep into flesh and sinew. The man screams, crumples, and falls.

“You foolish boys are so busy charging forward that you forgot to protect your flanks! NGHHHH-“

Lilia darts away, up the wall and into the rafters, but it costs him. He nearly drops his magearm when the acrobatic move tears his wound open. His vision swims as sickening warmth spreads down his side. He forces himself to ignore it. This was never going to be a fight that he could walk away from.

“Where did he go?!”

“The Captain is hit!”

“UP THERE!”

Lilia leaps and attacks, ducks and slashes. There are screams. Blood spatters the floor until the paving stones become sticky with it, but the humans are like garden pests. Two appear for every one that he fells. There is no end to their numbers, and Lilia is just one, exhausted and badly injured fae.

“YOU IDIOTS! GET HIM THE NEXT TIME HE’S DOWN! GET READY!!”

Lilia makes another diving attack. He hacks into an unprotected leg, then tries to leap back up into the rafters above the corridor. As he twists, something deep inside his chest pops, and a surge of breathless agony makes him stagger to a halt. Unable to retreat, he whirls and raises his magearm.

“NOW!”

Lilia slashes out as two soldiers fling up their arms. A heavy net slaps down over his head, driving him down to his knees.

“Ghhh… hhh…” Lilia slashes at it, wheezing and choking as blood bubbles up between his lips. The heavy rope smells strange. He can sense magic in it, and his magearm barely cuts into the thick cords. Is this something they prepared on purpose…? It seems meant to capture, not to kill.

He drops to his hands and knees under the net, forcing his fingers to stay clenched around his magearm. He can barely breathe. It feels as though his lung has been punctured, and it's quickly collapsing. He has only moments before the lack of air makes him pass out, and then… yes. Then this will all be over. He can’t help feeling a flash of sweet, but guilty relief over that. Everything just hurts so much…

"You probably think that all this helped out your queen, don’t you, little general?" A Silver Owl reaches into the net, grabs a handful of Lilia’s hair, and yanks his head up by it. 

“Ghhk-“ Lilia chokes as the man reaches out and slaps the battle mask off his face. A human with a smug, gloating expression swims in and out of focus before his eyes, giving him the faint impression that his face is blocky, with slate-blue eyes.

“Yes~ It’s going to be a pleasure to break you,” he chuckles, rubbing a thumb over Lilia’s bare cheek.

‘You look more like a sack of rocks than a soldier.’ Lilia wheezes, unable to retort with anything more articulate than a bloody grimace. No matter. While this idiot dilly-dallies with pointless gloating, Baur will ready Castle Briar Rose for a defense, and then a counterattack that will finally break the humans’ foothold on his homeland. His final act will not have been in vain. 

‘Long live the Empress of Night, Queen Maleanor.’

“Bring him in, men.”

The blue-eyed Owl drops him and backs away. Three uninjured Silver Owls step forward, using their boots to pin Lilia down beneath the net, and then heft him up between them.

“Hggk-“ Lilia’s chest spasms. His magearm slips out of his hand and clatters to the floor. They all skitter to avoid it as if it were a venomous snake.

"Hey, I think this is all his blood," one of them says. Lilia draws in a small, strangled gasp. It feels as though a red hot iron is twisting around inside the left side of his chest, but he can’t breathe enough to scream.

“Oh fuck, I think you’re right.”

Blood and froth bubbles up past Lilia’s lips, and then everything goes dark…

Dark, numb, cold… noisy…

Work faster!

We’re trying, but he might not make it. The rib went right through his left lung…

Shut up and fix him! We need this creature to-

…control the bleeding. Someone get me a goddamn-!

… don’t you DARE let this one die.

 

 

Lilia thinks he can remember humans shouting over him, using magic, knives and potions to clear his chest, to stop the bleeding, to force him to breathe. How long has it been…? He was so sure that he had met his end…

He takes a cautious breath, but his chest doesn't hurt. His body feels heavy and sore, but not broken. Were the humans actually able to heal him…? Strange. Why would they even bother? Surely the intervention that his injuries required could have been diverted to help their own soldiers. So foolish. So wasteful…

‘No matter. They wish to waste time, and so I will help them. Heal me, and then torture me for information all you wish. I’ll send you scrambling on endless chases through the forest and laugh at your frustration,’ Lilia smirks mischievously. He takes a deep breath, then forces his eyes open so he can look around. The simple act makes his head spin, and then his muscles go slack…

He isn’t sure how long he’s out again before coming back out of that numb darkness. This time, he stirs more gingerly, but there’s no need for caution. His body is more recovered, and he’s able to open his eyes. Not that it helps. There seems to be a sackcloth hood over his head, and the room beyond it is dark. He can tell by the feel of the air and the sounds trickling in through the darkness that he is in some sort of structure, but not much more than that. Perhaps this is a house from a ransacked town?

“So rude… No bed for your guest…?” He groans to himself. He is lying on his side on a thin pad spread out over a hard surface. His ankles are chained together, and his arms are…? Tangled up in some manner of shirt? He can feel thick cloth wrapped all around him, keeping his arms pinned in a sort of self-hugging position. It reminds him of a joke that Raverne played on him once as a child, taking the sleeves of a too-long sweater and tying them together behind his back. This feels much more secure though, and for better or worse, he hasn’t been gifted with matching pants.

“Hmm…” Rather than struggle against the odd shirt immediately, he carefully sits up, trying to determine whether he’s fully healed. A gentle stretch verifies that he’s sore from the hard bed, and that his ribs are a little tender, but that is all. Goodness, he must have been out for weeks, unless these humans have unusually fast healing magic. Dread forms in the pit of his stomach and tightens his chest. Castle Briar Rose may already be besieged, and he isn’t there to help.

His heart aches at the thought of his people fighting alone, but he forces himself to set his feelings aside. He has to trust that they can handle themselves. They are Maleanor’s elite, dark knights, highly skilled and dedicated. He must focus on where he is, and not where he wishes that he could be.

‘It could be worse. They could have cut parts of you off to make it harder to escape,’ he thinks grimly, imagining himself without arms or legs and made to wiggle like a worm. He shudders, then wiggles his fingers and toes to confirm that he still has them. Thankfully, he’s only been bound and blinded. His first order of business is to remedy that. 

“Off you go!” He hums, then starts trying to rub the hood off, first on his shoulder, and then on the surface beneath him. Such things are often poorly secured, as they need to be left open in places to allow the prisoner to breathe…

Something moves inside him, like a slender limb slithering against the delicate inner walls of his bowels. He shrieks, and reflexively jerks away from it with a maneuver that’s something like a backflip mixed with a front handspring. It would have been more impressive if he hadn't nearly thrown his back out. And if he hadn't slapped face-first into the wall like an idiot teen doing a bellyflop off a high dive.

"Hhhhhgh..." he flops over onto his back, winded and wincing as the thing inside him begins to warm up and squirm around. His thighs and belly are probably bright red where they hit the solid brick. His face is also bright red, but from embarrassment and not trauma. Well then. A stunt like that certainly verifies that he is healthy. And there is the bonus knowledge that this room is quite small. He is learning all manner of useful things on this day…

Muffled footsteps begin approaching him. Lilia freezes, tilting his head to concentrate on the sound. Each step clatters with the signature tread of iron boots, and the clank of plate armour. Silver Owls. He has just enough time to pull himself back into a sitting position before a knob rattles, and a door opens.

"Well, well, well... our little general is finally awake," says a vaguely familiar voice. Is this the asshole who took his mask off right after he got captured? It sounds like him… “How is the little friend that we placed inside of you? Nice and warm?”

Lilia flinches as a foot presses deliberately into his stomach. Whatever is in there squirms unhappily, especially when Lilia curls up slightly and tenses his stomach muscles to guard against a kick. 

"An audience with my captors already?” He says through gritted teeth. “I didn't even have the chance to shine my armour or bathe my face. To what do I owe the honour?”

"Ugh... its voice is so deep,” whispers a non-familiar voice. Lilia ignores him, using the brief silence to reach out with his magic to whatever this ‘little friend’ is. It couldn’t be… could it…?

‘Little friend! Calm, be calm. I can get us both out of here!' he whispers with his mind and his magic. Out loud, he says, "My apologies, o' captor. I was born with this voice some three hundred years hence, and never heard complaint of it until now." 

"Couldn't we have changed its voice too?" The man whines. Lilia ignores him, reaching out instead to the creature. He’s almost sure that it’s a slime. Slimes are amorphous, magical creatures that form in highly magical places, like hot springs and artesian wells. They come in many varieties and sizes, but all are slippery little blobs of goo, with no eyes, or faces. They eat by absorbing debris from whatever tunnel or crevice they inhabit, transforming it efficiently into magic. They can form symbiotic relationships with larger creatures, and usually are capable of basic, emotional communication…

But unfortunately, this one must be shy. It remains silent as Lilia’s captors yammer something about medical requirements and brewing potions. It still hasn’t answered when Lilia is suddenly lifted, tucked under someone’s arm like a football, and smacked rudely on the ass. 

“Hey-!” Lilia yelps as the slime leaps into life inside of him. It quivers and heats up until it feels as though he’s been filled with hot water. Ow, ow ow!

“Paying attention now?”

‘Smack-!’

“Hiee-! Ah~! Ah, ha ha ha ha,” Lilia squeals. If not for the slime, he wouldn't have reacted to the smack at all, but the internal stimulation surprises a giggle out of him that feels quite inappropriate given the surroundings.

“Ugh, I can’t get over that VOICE!” The grumpy soldier complains.

"Doooooes my tone not soothe the ears, o' captor?" Lilia sings in a deliberate baritone that would have made a bass singer green with jealousy. He hopes that the low frequency and the silliness will calm the slime down, even though it’s now making him feel as though it's been a day since Baur was allowed to manage the spices for the cook pots. ‘Calm down little buddy! Too hot!’

"You should get used to him sounding like this,” Familiar Voice says, and then smacks him again. “This is the voice that’s haunted our soldiers for years.”

Every smack triggers the slime into a small frenzy of wiggling and heating, dragging a stream of helpless giggles and squeals out of Lilia’s mouth. He hardly sounds like a terrifying haunt at the moment, but then humans are so frequently scared of silly things. 

"Why is it giggling?"

"Because of this." 

Smack! Smack! Smack!

"It's one of the many reactions those magical blobs can trigger. Some cry. Some scream and struggle. Others laugh their asses off." 

The smacks finally stop, and someone hoists Lilia up and tosses him bodily over their shoulder. Lilia grunts, struggling to catch his breath. He’s being carried out of the cell, but now that he knows about the slime, his priorities have changed. He uses the brief reprieve to reach out to it again. 

‘Little one…?’ He coaxes. Like many young fae, he experimented with slimes in his mid-nineties, and knows that they can actually be quite fun and sweet-tempered if treated well. The Silver Owls must have discovered a colony whilst destroying their habitat, or else they befriended some fae for just long enough to learn how useful they could be. The physicians who tended his wounds likely inserted this one while he was unconscious, for the sake of hygiene. Put politely, it has been dealing with his body’s waste more effectively than even the most dedicated nurse could hope to match. Many fae hospitals make use of slimes for that exact purpose, though they exclusively use the black ones. They’re smaller, and less likely to get riled up.

‘Easy! Easy~ Be a good little buddy,’ he soothes. ‘I apologize for not properly introducing myself. I am Lilia Vanrouge, a fae, and currently a prisoner of the Silver Owls. What may I call you? Do you have a name?’ 

There’s a long, silent moment, and finally...

‘N...Name...?’

It doesn’t appear to have one. It sends Lilia a brief flash of images and impressions. It was wild and living free, until one day it was stunned by a painful electric shock. A cruel, metal hand scooped it into a glass prison with no food or warmth, and it knew nothing else before being shoved up Lilia’s ass.

‘You have been mistreated. I am sorry. May I call you Buddy? It is a term of endearment that means friend-who-makes-me-happy,’ Lilia explains.

The creature responds with a little pulse of tentative happiness. The near-painful heat cools to something that’s just a little warmer than his body, and he sighs with relief.

‘Buddy…’ It quivers, rolling a few times over his inner sweet spot. ‘This feels nice to you?’

Lilia inhales sharply, then yelps when he’s dropped, crotch-first, onto a horizontal wooden beam.

“RUDE-!” He gasps, doubling over as his legs are chained in place, leaving him straddling the beam with his feet unable to reach the floor. When did they unshackle his ankles? He’d been so focused on Buddy…

"First General of the Nocturnal Fae, Lilia Vanrouge... You're probably wondering why you're here. What information we may want, and so on..."

Lilia tunes out as his captor starts to monologue. Instead of listening, he cautiously wiggles around on top of the stave, wondering why the expected groin pain from being so rudely nutted did not come. It’s clear that this bar isn't crushing his testicles, and apart from the pressure of having all his weight grinding into his crotch, it doesn’t hurt much. His mind flashes back to his first thought about being dismembered, and he wonders for a horrified moment whether he was castrated. But no… he isn’t depressed or lethargic, and after a few wiggles, he doesn’t discover anything that’s raw or sore. He certainly doesn’t have the ‘outie’ variety of genitals at the moment, but they weren’t cut off.

‘What did you do down there…?’ 

He rocks back and forth on the beam with a thoughtful frown. There’s a delightfully sensitive little patch right at the curve where his pubic mound transitions into his crotch. It reminds him of his wild, experimental few years that he had in his seventies. Has… has he been magically altered to the ‘innie’ genital variety…? Why? Wasn’t it hard enough for these humans to keep him from suffocating on his own blood? Why waste the extra magic and potions to alter his genitals?

He starts trying to think of practical reasons for this nonsensical switch, but Buddy has responded to the change in position by quivering and rolling aggressively over his inner sensitive spot. Lilia winces and reaches out to him once more.

‘Buddy, please… g-gently… yes, that’s better. Just enough… to take the edge off…’ He sighs as Buddy slows to a warm, sleepy, stroking motion. It shouldn’t drive him to orgasm, but the arousal will help with the pain. His new innie parts are already salivating all over the stave, even though they’re being squashed…

He realizes that his captors have stopped speaking and are probably staring at him in silent expectation. Oops, time to focus.

“Hmm? What? I can’t hear you with my head all wrapped up!” Lilia says, voice deep enough to rumble his chest on the bass notes. 

SMACK-!

Something that feels like a riding crop smacks Lilia’s backside, leaving a stinging mark behind. 

‘Ow?’ He barely flinches, wondering if that had been a serious hit. Are they trying to turn him on with all these love taps…?

"Tell us about Castle Briar Rose's defenses," Familiar Voice demands.

“What’s that? You want to know my operating expenses? Surely o’ captor, you know that all soldiers of the Queen are paid in gold,” Lilia says loudly, still pretending that he can barely hear them through the hood. Perhaps he can trick them into taking it off…

SMACK-!

"I know that your kind is usually stupid, but I know a lie when I hear one." 

SMACK-SMACK-!

“Ow!” Lilia yelps as he’s struck across the stomach. Buddy quivers anxiously and starts to heat up.

‘Scared!’ He whimpers to Lilia.

“Oof!” Lilia doubles over as he’s hit again, mostly to protect Buddy. ‘I won’t let them hurt you. You’ll be all right.’

"Castle Briar Roses' defenses. How many soldiers have been recalled to guard the queen?” He demands.

‘Buddy, may I ask a favour?’ Lilia asks, panting and squirming a little as the pressure against his crotch begins to turn into a genuine ache. ‘Could you cushion me? It will get you further away from this oaf and his silly riding crop.’

He sends out a mental image of Buddy slipping out of his body just enough to ooze forward and form a little shield over his vulva, then turns his attention back to the idiot humans.

“You can beat me until I perish, and you will never get that information from me,” he promises.

SMACK-!

Lilia yelps, mostly to distract from Buddy spilling into the space between his legs to fill in the gaps and spread out the force.

‘Thank you-NNGH-! That’s a big h-ELP!’ Lilia yelps. His screams start off just in his head, but they inevitably get dragged out as he’s hit over and over. He lets them out, not trying to hide that he’s being hurt. These idiots will just hurt him harder if he tries to play the tough guy. 

‘Why are you torturing me like THIS?’ He can’t help but silently criticize. Sloppy, ineffective. When you want to break someone properly, it takes weeks. You need to make them deeply uncomfortable. Cold, exhausted, hungry, and lonely. Then, you offer small kindnesses to alleviate their pain. A warm blanket. A hidden sweet cake. A night where you secret them away to a warm, dry bed. And then you return them to their suffering until they cooperate. Such treatment will break anyone.

That’s why it makes absolutely no sense that they would torture him like this. Why the pathetic riding crop? Why the leading questions? Why the change to his crotch, with this ridiculous bar pressed up against his…

Oh. Ohhhhh~ Perhaps these truly ARE love taps…? How scandalous and forbidden. Does ‘Familiar Voice’ wish to bed him?! He almost wants to laugh out loud at the absurdity. Lilia is an adorable and virile example of his kind, but REALLY~! They’re on two different sides of a war! One musn’t make decisions with one's genitals when genocide is on the line.

"Think long and hard about Castle Briar Rose. I’ll be back, and when I am, I’ll expect better answers," Familiar Voice finally says. He and his lackeys all tromp out of the room. Lilia resists the urge to blow them a departing raspberry. All things considered, that wasn’t too bad.

 

Chapter 9: Lust for the Enemy, Part Two

Summary:

Lilia Vanrouge x Mobs

Body modification, forbidden, teasing

Warnings for hard noncon and physical violence

Lilia takes a deep breath, and closes his eyes. He’s bound in place, and he no longer has his magearm. He tries to summon it, but it’s either too far away, or under some sort of nullifying spell. No matter, he can still use small magics without it. That should suffice to get him out of this pickle.

 

It takes a few careful tries, but he quickly uses a few slices of wind magic to tear the hood off his head. He blinks in the dim light, finally able to see that he’s been imprisoned in a root cellar. Faint patches of bioluminescent mushrooms are growing out of the walls, neglected and dying without a proper caretaker. This really must have been a fae's house that the Silver Owls took over and repurposed. How sad.

 

He shifts his gaze down at his body. His naked legs are straddling a sort of sawhorse, and chained down to stakes driven deep in the earthen floor. The top of the sawhorse is not wood, like he thought, but bare iron. How rude. That’s going to make him start to itch if he has to stay here much longer.

 

He wiggles back and sucks in his tummy to better see his genitals. They have indeed been changed into the innie variety, and he can see just a slip of Buddy’s gooey body covering his vulva. The slime is a deep, handsome scarlet colour, very fitting for a creature that creates internal heat.

 

Lilia sighs and rolls his shoulders inside the heavy cotton shirt with its too-long sleeves. Strangely enough, it has a big hole in the front of the chest, and perky little breasts are peeking out through it. If he needed any more evidence that these humans want to bed him, then this is certainly it. Oh well. All he needs to do is free his legs. Once he can run, then arms or no arms, he is OUT of here. These idiots healed him back to full strength? He’ll show them exactly why he is the First General of the Nocturnal Fae, and Queen Melaenor’s right hand.

 

He bows his head, and begins to concentrate as well as he can over his squished, slightly itching labia. The floor creaks and thumps above him as the soldiers move around, intruding on his attempt to picture the locks securing the ankle cuffs in his mind. He can also smell food being cooked, likely the basic soldier fare of preserved meat and boiled grain. It seems like they stopped his torture for a lunch break.

 

‘How rude. Perhaps I’ll steal their lunch once I’m out, since they’ve neglected to feed me.’

 

He takes a deep breath, and then slowly exhales. His breath curls down his chest and down to the ankle cuffs, seeking the locks to rattle them apart...

 

To his surprise, his magic is instantly whisked away and redirected to the bar of the sawhorse. It begins to vibrate with the same, powerful thrum that he had hoped to impart to the locks.

 

‘SCARED!’ Buddy shrieks. He yanks himself back into Lilia’s body, heating up again in panic.

 

"YEOUCH!" Lilia jolts reflexively. The movement yanks on the ankle cuffs, which then grinds his freshly unguarded vulva down against the metal even harder. It feels strangely like his crotch is getting split in half, but maybe in a good way?? His labia are pretty numb from all the pressure that's already been put on them, and above that is a deeply intense pins-and-needles sensation. And in spite of all THAT, his shiny new clit is plenty sensitive and apparently not opposed to vibration. The mix of stimulation seems to demand that his lubricate and engorge, making everything between his thighs feel swollen and sopping wet.

 

'Fiddlesticks! Ghaa! Ohhhhh, that's intense. Can I use Buddy?? No, I doubt that he would understand how to pick a lock, even if I could convince him to come back out. HHHHH, that's a lot going on down there. Goodness me-’ Lilia squirms, unable to find some way to sit that does not press his tingling labia, or his sensitive clit against the vibrating beam. It slowly peters out as his spell depletes, leaving him aching and panting as he edges back down from an imminent orgasm. Thank goodness he hadn’t gone for something stronger.

 

Okay… casting directly on the locks appears to be off limits. What else can I use… He sweeps his eyes around the tiny room, looking for bits of metal or even wood that he could enchant to come to his aid. He can’t teleport without his magearm, not unless he wants to risk poisoning himself with blot. He sees bare shelving, but any jars or tools that were once placed on them have been long since stolen. There’s a bucket in the corner, but he knows exactly what fae soldiers would use a bucket like that for, so he leaves that alone.

 

He turns his attention to the shelves instead. They’re attached to the wall somehow, and he suspects that metal nails or brackets might have been used for that purpose. He takes a deep breath, and then blasts them with fire, hoping to char the wood down to ash and pick whatever metal is left out of the pile. 

 

BANG-!

 

After his failure with the locks, it seems he put a little too much oomph into it. The shelves explode and fall to the floor in a pile of smoking cinders, utterly destroyed.

 

“What was that?!” He hears shouting and scrambling from upstairs. Lilia quickly scans the ash, and uses his magic to pluck out a scant handful of nails. He tosses them all into a shadowy corner, just in time for the door to slam open. A Silver Owl knight rushes in. His helmet is on, and the only part of his face that’s visible is his neck and chin. His skin is pale, with a scruffy black goatee.

 

"You-!" He says accusingly. Lilia immediately recognizes his voice as the whiny one that had been complaining about his voice. Hmmm~

 

Lilia shrinks down with a tiny, falsetto whimper, blinking up at him with large eyes that he hopes will convey the message, ‘Don’t look at me! It just exploded!’

 

"Damn fae booby traps…” The soldier growls. He walks over to the remnants of the shelves and starts to stamp out the handful of cinders that haven’t already turned into ash. 

 

"What happened?! What did you do?!" demands a second soldier whose voice is unfamiliar. He’s dressed mostly in a camp uniform, with just his metal chestplate and no other armour. Lilia turns to him, shrinking down in his bonds and wiggling just a little to show off his very naked body. He resists the urge to speak, even though a few, breathy pleas might have worked wonders. That rude human from earlier had said that he didn’t like his voice and he’s attempting to be alluring. 

 

“How did your hood come off?” The soldier grumbles, more to himself than to Lilia. Lilia only responds by staring back at him, letting his long, beautiful hair drape over his shoulders to frame his chest. The breasts that he has are tiny, but he wiggles them a bit anyway. For the first time, he misses his wonderfully well-proportioned outie genitals! His cock was quite large, and many of his partners had found it very alluring in the past.

 

"Are there still pieces of it around your neck? How did it tear…?” The soldier approaches Lilia and reaches out to touch him. Lilia shrinks back just a little, but doesn’t fully pull away or break eye contact. Playing hard-to-get feels impossible when he’s literally chained to a torture frame, but he tries at least to appear small and vulnerable. That’s likely what this sicko wants.

 

“It probably doesn’t matter,” he grumbles under his breath. He glances over to the other soldier, who’s still stamping out embers, and then runs his fingers through Lilia’s hair with a strange, guilty expression. The red and black tresses fall through his fingers like silk, and he stares at them, entranced.

 

‘That’s right, touch it a little more…’ Lilia thinks, keeping his expression carefully cute and helpless as he uses magic to lift up one of the nails and position it where a quick thrust will drive it into the base of his skull. That clunky plate armour can’t protect him if he isn’t wearing it~

 

"What am I looking at?! Have you all lost your minds?!" Familiar Voice shouts from the doorway. The soldier who was touching Lilia’s hair drops it like he was scalded, and Lilia represses the urge to scowl in frustration. So close!

 

"General Smith Sir! I was just checking the hood. She’s torn it off!” The second soldier tries to explain.

 

“HE. And he’s plotting how to kill you, make no mistake,” Familiar voice snarls. Lilia quickly turns to the first soldier with an expression that he hopes is suitably desperate and pleading. A sort of ‘save me from this scary man,’ mixed with a healthy undertone of ‘oh won't somebody help me, I’m so horny.’ Hopefully that will get this idiot to start causing some trouble…

 

"Sir! Permission to speak!" he all but shouts, right on cue.

 

"You had better have something worth saying," Smith growls.

 

"I believe we should move the prisoner! Clearly, this house is not secure! The previous occupants must have left some booby traps! How are we to properly interrogate this fae for information when sh- he might trigger one by accident and be injured?”

 

There is a long stretch of silence while Smith just stares at him. Then he snaps his fingers, and the first soldier jolts to attention.

 

“You. Take this idiot to be flogged. Ten lashes should make him come to his senses," he spits. The first soldier immediately takes his comrade by the arm and marches him out the door. Lilia watches them go with a silent little tsk. Flogging your own soldiers is terrible for morale.

 

"Hmmph. No wonder you wear such an ugly mask,” Smith snorts, and closes the door to the root cellar with a little snap. Lilia’s eyes widen when he drops a wooden bar across it, locking out his own soldiers. That seems both ominous, and unwise.

 

“Tell me... does it hurt~?" He asks softly, walking over to the torture frame. Lilia smirks. It does hurt, but as this fool would know if he'd ever actually tortured anyone, arousal blunts the perception of pain and makes it more bearable. 

 

‘This will hurt far more,’ He thinks, silently lifting up another nail and positioning it at the base of this idiot’s skull.

 

 

"I hope so,” Smith continues. “I mean to punish each and every one of you weak, iniquitous fae…”

 

Lilia’s eyes flash. The nail shoots forward, but Smith doesn't even flinch. A golden, magical shield appears behind him, and the nail pings off before it can make contact. It stabs into the wall and sticks there, half buried in the solid wood.

 

“How many reasons are you going to give me to punish you, little one?” He smiles, and lashes out with a hand. Lilia ducks back, but his armour-plated knuckles still catch him across the cheek.

 

“Ow.” Lilia growls, letting his head roll back. He shakes it off, gritting his teeth as Smith reaches forward, pinches one of his nipples, and tugs him forward by it. His fingers glow with a sickly, silver light, and then a stabbing pain rips across Lilia’s nipple from side to side. When he lets him go, a heavy, golden hoop is bouncing lightly against Lilia’s chest, hanging from a fresh, lightly bleeding piercing in his nipple.

 

“Agh-!” Lilia lunges forward and bites his hand as he reaches forward to pinch the other. He viciously backhands Lilia’s face aside with a crack of metal against bone. Lilia is still reeling as he grabs the other nipple and forces a matching gold hoop into it as well.

 

‘Buddy… calm down. That’s too much. I need to focus-’ Lilia distractedly projects as Buddy heats up and quivers in growing panic. He shakes his head and glares at Smith, pouring all his hate, disdain, and judgement into his tone. “What is the meaning of hanging these concubine decorations on me? Are you truly incapable of raping a prisoner without setting the mood?”

 

"Yes," Smith says. The easy admission is a little shocking, in spite of everything. Lilia has seen much in his time as a general. He doesn't abide his own people committing acts of violence against the enemy, but he does know that other commanders are not so principled. Especially when it comes to prisoners of war. Humans are often treated with all the hatred and dark fantasies of soldiers who spend most of their lives desperately bored, or mortally afraid.

 

"I fear you will be disappointed, no matter how you adorn me," Lilia says softly. "I learned long ago that those who have the ability to recognize when they are doing something wrong, and do it anyway will find themselves haunted by it. You will either die, or live to regret this."

 

"I will die regardless of what I do. If you wish to delay me, then simply answer my questions. How many soldiers are garrisoned at Castle Briar Rose?” He responds with a thin smile.

 

“I don’t know,” Lilia answers honestly. “Field generals are not provided with intelligence of that level specifically for this reason. But by all means, continue your pointless torture. I will spend the time thinking of the most misleading information I can give to you vermin and thieves.”

 

He gathers up every nail that he scrounged from the shelves, and fires them at Smith’s face and neck. Each one pings off, but the last two slightly dent the golden shield. All of them slam deeply into the walls with muffled thumps and bangs. Smith simply continues to stare at him with a thin, evil grin.

 

"Then it seems as though I need to change your mind with force.” He grabs the collar of the restraint shirt, and raises his free hand. The ankle cuffs pop free and fall to the floor with an ominous clank.

 

“FIRE!” Lilia screams, trying to imitate Smith’s voice. “THE PRISONER HAS STARTED A FIRE- HNNNGH-!”  

 

Smith drags Lilia off the torture frame and slams him back-first onto the floor. He kicks his knees aside, bruising them as he kneels between his legs and jerks his hips up.

 

“Gnnnh-!” Lilia grunts, one eye half closed. A sense of dread and loathing burns through what little is left of his bravado as he stares up at Smith’s leering, triumphant face. He feels sick, and fragile and so, very small…

 

“Will it make you feel better to know that I’ve already taken you several times while you were unconscious~?” Smith murmurs as he holds him down.

 

CRASH

 

Sunlight and splinters of wood rain down from the ceiling as someone smashes through the floor above. A heavily-muscled fae dives through the hole, then whirls to face Smith with a snarl that’s almost invisible behind a crocodile mask.

 

“Baul!” Lilia cries out from the floor. He dredges up the last of his magic and hurls a ball of fire at Smith’s face. His shield flickers, just moments before Baul swings his mace…

 

CRACK-!

 

A thick, meaty crack splits the air as Baul bludgeons him in the head. A spray of blood slaps the far wall, and the man who kidnapped Lilia falls limply on top of him, dead with his pants down. 

 

“Baul! My hands are bound. Help get him off of me!” Lilia grunts, trying to squirm out from under Smith’s body. Baul immediately hurls him off, eyes going wide behind the mask as he reaches down and hauls Lilia to his feet.

 

"General! What have they done to you!?"

 

“No time for that now! I thought I told you, no, ORDERED you to defend castle Briar Rose!” Lilia scolds, even as Baul rips off his own cloak, wraps it around Lilia’s body, and gathers him into his arms like a baby.

 

"SIR! I did what you ordered! We arrived in good time, and relayed the news, but then the Queen… There’s no time to fully explain. We must away," Baul says. He leaps back up through the hole in the ceiling, and then runs out of the building. The ramshackle camp that the humans had set up is in flames. Fae soldiers are everywhere, dispatching the panicked humans who had believed that they could not possibly be attacked at midday. 

 

 "WE HAVE WHAT WE CAME FOR! DISENGAGE!" Baul shouts. With perfect obedience, the other soldiers immediately drop what they are doing, dispatching their final tasks as they return to the safety of the forest. Lilia clings to him, hiding the fact that he’s crying with relief by burying his face in the cloak.

 

“We escaped, Buddy. I wasn’t sure that I was going to get out of that one,” he shakily tells his passenger. Buddy quivers, and a pleasant warmth spreads through Lilia's insides. He projects happiness and relief as he falls into a gentle lull. 

 

They regroup in the forest, and then immediately use a long-distance teleport to return to Castle Briar Rose. Lilia manages to shake off Baul and his soldiers for long enough to have a moment of privacy, and catch his breath. He bathes, addresses his wounds, and removes Smith’s disgusting, golden hoops. By some miracle, he manages to summon his magearm back to his hand, and runs his thumb over the bludgeoning edge.

 

‘I am glad that you are with me again, even though I wished for a moment that you might slip through my fingers forever,’ he reflects silently. 

 

He leaves his room to begin searching for a new set of armour and his mask. But his search is soon interrupted when he receives a summons from Queen Maleanor herself. Swearing under his breath and struggling to stay calm for Buddy’s sake, he heads to her private chambers and knocks on the door.

 

"Come in," she calls gently.

 

Chapter 10: Lust for the Enemy, Part Two

Summary:

Lilia Vanrouge x Mobs

Body Modification, teasing, forbidden

Content contains hard noncon and depictions of physical violence

Lilia takes a deep breath, and closes his eyes. He’s bound in place, and he no longer has his magearm. He tries to summon it, but it’s either too far away, or under some sort of nullifying spell. No matter, he can still use small magics without it. That should suffice to get him out of this pickle.

It takes a few careful tries, but he quickly uses a few slices of wind magic to tear the hood off his head. He blinks in the dim light, finally able to see that he’s been imprisoned in a root cellar. Faint patches of bioluminescent mushrooms are growing out of the walls, neglected and dying without a proper caretaker. This really must have been a fae's house that the Silver Owls took over and repurposed. How sad.

He shifts his gaze down at his body. His naked legs are straddling a sort of sawhorse, and chained down to stakes driven deep in the earthen floor. The top of the sawhorse is not wood, like he thought, but bare iron. How rude. That’s going to make him start to itch if he has to stay here much longer.

He wiggles back and sucks in his tummy to better see his genitals. They have indeed been changed into the innie variety, and he can see just a slip of Buddy’s gooey body covering his vulva. The slime is a deep, handsome scarlet colour, very fitting for a creature that creates internal heat.

Lilia sighs and rolls his shoulders inside the heavy cotton shirt with its too-long sleeves. Strangely enough, it has a big hole in the front of the chest, and perky little breasts are peeking out through it. If he needed any more evidence that these humans want to bed him, then this is certainly it. Oh well. All he needs to do is free his legs. Once he can run, then arms or no arms, he is OUT of here. These idiots healed him back to full strength? He’ll show them exactly why he is the First General of the Nocturnal Fae, and Queen Melaenor’s right hand.

He bows his head, and begins to concentrate as well as he can over his squished, slightly itching labia. The floor creaks and thumps above him as the soldiers move around, intruding on his attempt to picture the locks securing the ankle cuffs in his mind. He can also smell food being cooked, likely the basic soldier fare of preserved meat and boiled grain. It seems like they stopped his torture for a lunch break.

‘How rude. Perhaps I’ll steal their lunch once I’m out, since they’ve neglected to feed me.’

He takes a deep breath, and then slowly exhales. His breath curls down his chest and down to the ankle cuffs, seeking the locks to rattle them apart...

To his surprise, his magic is instantly whisked away and redirected to the bar of the sawhorse. It begins to vibrate with the same, powerful thrum that he had hoped to impart to the locks.

‘SCARED!’ Buddy shrieks. He yanks himself back into Lilia’s body, heating up again in panic.

"YEOUCH!" Lilia jolts reflexively. The movement yanks on the ankle cuffs, which then grinds his freshly unguarded vulva down against the metal even harder. It feels strangely like his crotch is getting split in half, but maybe in a good way?? His labia are pretty numb from all the pressure that's already been put on them, and above that is a deeply intense pins-and-needles sensation. And in spite of all THAT, his shiny new clit is plenty sensitive and apparently not opposed to vibration. The mix of stimulation seems to demand that his lubricate and engorge, making everything between his thighs feel swollen and sopping wet.

'Fiddlesticks! Ghaa! Ohhhhh, that's intense. Can I use Buddy?? No, I doubt that he would understand how to pick a lock, even if I could convince him to come back out. HHHHH, that's a lot going on down there. Goodness me-’ Lilia squirms, unable to find some way to sit that does not press his tingling labia, or his sensitive clit against the vibrating beam. It slowly peters out as his spell depletes, leaving him aching and panting as he edges back down from an imminent orgasm. Thank goodness he hadn’t gone for something stronger.

Okay… casting directly on the locks appears to be off limits. What else can I use… He sweeps his eyes around the tiny room, looking for bits of metal or even wood that he could enchant to come to his aid. He can’t teleport without his magearm, not unless he wants to risk poisoning himself with blot. He sees bare shelving, but any jars or tools that were once placed on them have been long since stolen. There’s a bucket in the corner, but he knows exactly what fae soldiers would use a bucket like that for, so he leaves that alone.

He turns his attention to the shelves instead. They’re attached to the wall somehow, and he suspects that metal nails or brackets might have been used for that purpose. He takes a deep breath, and then blasts them with fire, hoping to char the wood down to ash and pick whatever metal is left out of the pile. 

BANG-!

After his failure with the locks, it seems he put a little too much oomph into it. The shelves explode and fall to the floor in a pile of smoking cinders, utterly destroyed.

“What was that?!” He hears shouting and scrambling from upstairs. Lilia quickly scans the ash, and uses his magic to pluck out a scant handful of nails. He tosses them all into a shadowy corner, just in time for the door to slam open. A Silver Owl knight rushes in. His helmet is on, and the only part of his face that’s visible is his neck and chin. His skin is pale, with a scruffy black goatee.

"You-!" He says accusingly. Lilia immediately recognizes his voice as the whiny one that had been complaining about his voice. Hmmm~

Lilia shrinks down with a tiny, falsetto whimper, blinking up at him with large eyes that he hopes will convey the message, ‘Don’t look at me! It just exploded!’

"Damn fae booby traps…” The soldier growls. He walks over to the remnants of the shelves and starts to stamp out the handful of cinders that haven’t already turned into ash. 

"What happened?! What did you do?!" demands a second soldier whose voice is unfamiliar. He’s dressed mostly in a camp uniform, with just his metal chestplate and no other armour. Lilia turns to him, shrinking down in his bonds and wiggling just a little to show off his very naked body. He resists the urge to speak, even though a few, breathy pleas might have worked wonders. That rude human from earlier had said that he didn’t like his voice and he’s attempting to be alluring. 

“How did your hood come off?” The soldier grumbles, more to himself than to Lilia. Lilia only responds by staring back at him, letting his long, beautiful hair drape over his shoulders to frame his chest. The breasts that he has are tiny, but he wiggles them a bit anyway. For the first time, he misses his wonderfully well-proportioned outie genitals! His cock was quite large, and many of his partners had found it very alluring in the past.

"Are there still pieces of it around your neck? How did it tear…?” The soldier approaches Lilia and reaches out to touch him. Lilia shrinks back just a little, but doesn’t fully pull away or break eye contact. Playing hard-to-get feels impossible when he’s literally chained to a torture frame, but he tries at least to appear small and vulnerable. That’s likely what this sicko wants.

“It probably doesn’t matter,” he grumbles under his breath. He glances over to the other soldier, who’s still stamping out embers, and then runs his fingers through Lilia’s hair with a strange, guilty expression. The red and black tresses fall through his fingers like silk, and he stares at them, entranced.

‘That’s right, touch it a little more…’ Lilia thinks, keeping his expression carefully cute and helpless as he uses magic to lift up one of the nails and position it where a quick thrust will drive it into the base of his skull. That clunky plate armour can’t protect him if he isn’t wearing it~

"What am I looking at?! Have you all lost your minds?!" Familiar Voice shouts from the doorway. The soldier who was touching Lilia’s hair drops it like he was scalded, and Lilia represses the urge to scowl in frustration. So close!

"General Smith Sir! I was just checking the hood. She’s torn it off!” The second soldier tries to explain.

“HE. And he’s plotting how to kill you, make no mistake,” Familiar voice snarls. Lilia quickly turns to the first soldier with an expression that he hopes is suitably desperate and pleading. A sort of ‘save me from this scary man,’ mixed with a healthy undertone of ‘oh won't somebody help me, I’m so horny.’ Hopefully that will get this idiot to start causing some trouble…

"Sir! Permission to speak!" he all but shouts, right on cue.

"You had better have something worth saying," Smith growls.

"I believe we should move the prisoner! Clearly, this house is not secure! The previous occupants must have left some booby traps! How are we to properly interrogate this fae for information when sh- he might trigger one by accident and be injured?”

There is a long stretch of silence while Smith just stares at him. Then he snaps his fingers, and the first soldier jolts to attention.

“You. Take this idiot to be flogged. Ten lashes should make him come to his senses," he spits. The first soldier immediately takes his comrade by the arm and marches him out the door. Lilia watches them go with a silent little tsk. Flogging your own soldiers is terrible for morale.

"Hmmph. No wonder you wear such an ugly mask,” Smith snorts, and closes the door to the root cellar with a little snap. Lilia’s eyes widen when he drops a wooden bar across it, locking out his own soldiers. That seems both ominous, and unwise.

“Tell me... does it hurt~?" He asks softly, walking over to the torture frame. Lilia smirks. It does hurt, but as this fool would know if he'd ever actually tortured anyone, arousal blunts the perception of pain and makes it more bearable. 

‘This will hurt far more,’ He thinks, silently lifting up another nail and positioning it at the base of this idiot’s skull.

"I hope so,” Smith continues. “I mean to punish each and every one of you weak, iniquitous fae…”

Lilia’s eyes flash. The nail shoots forward, but Smith doesn't even flinch. A golden, magical shield appears behind him, and the nail pings off before it can make contact. It stabs into the wall and sticks there, half buried in the solid wood.

“How many reasons are you going to give me to punish you, little one?” He smiles, and lashes out with a hand. Lilia ducks back, but his armour-plated knuckles still catch him across the cheek.

“Ow.” Lilia growls, letting his head roll back. He shakes it off, gritting his teeth as Smith reaches forward, pinches one of his nipples, and tugs him forward by it. His fingers glow with a sickly, silver light, and then a stabbing pain rips across Lilia’s nipple from side to side. When he lets him go, a heavy, golden hoop is bouncing lightly against Lilia’s chest, hanging from a fresh, lightly bleeding piercing in his nipple.

“Agh-!” Lilia lunges forward and bites his hand as he reaches forward to pinch the other. He viciously backhands Lilia’s face aside with a crack of metal against bone. Lilia is still reeling as he grabs the other nipple and forces a matching gold hoop into it as well.

‘Buddy… calm down. That’s too much. I need to focus-’ Lilia distractedly projects as Buddy heats up and quivers in growing panic. He shakes his head and glares at Smith, pouring all his hate, disdain, and judgement into his tone. “What is the meaning of hanging these concubine decorations on me? Are you truly incapable of raping a prisoner without setting the mood?”

"Yes," Smith says. The easy admission is a little shocking, in spite of everything. Lilia has seen much in his time as a general. He doesn't abide his own people committing acts of violence against the enemy, but he does know that other commanders are not so principled. Especially when it comes to prisoners of war. Humans are often treated with all the hatred and dark fantasies of soldiers who spend most of their lives desperately bored, or mortally afraid.

"I fear you will be disappointed, no matter how you adorn me," Lilia says softly. "I learned long ago that those who have the ability to recognize when they are doing something wrong, and do it anyway will find themselves haunted by it. You will either die, or live to regret this."

"I will die regardless of what I do. If you wish to delay me, then simply answer my questions. How many soldiers are garrisoned at Castle Briar Rose?” He responds with a thin smile.

“I don’t know,” Lilia answers honestly. “Field generals are not provided with intelligence of that level specifically for this reason. But by all means, continue your pointless torture. I will spend the time thinking of the most misleading information I can give to you vermin and thieves.”

He gathers up every nail that he scrounged from the shelves, and fires them at Smith’s face and neck. Each one pings off, but the last two slightly dent the golden shield. All of them slam deeply into the walls with muffled thumps and bangs. Smith simply continues to stare at him with a thin, evil grin.

"Then it seems as though I need to change your mind with force.” He grabs the collar of the restraint shirt, and raises his free hand. The ankle cuffs pop free and fall to the floor with an ominous clank.

“FIRE!” Lilia screams, trying to imitate Smith’s voice. “THE PRISONER HAS STARTED A FIRE- HNNNGH-!”  

Smith drags Lilia off the torture frame and slams him back-first onto the floor. He kicks his knees aside, bruising them as he kneels between his legs and jerks his hips up.

“Gnnnh-!” Lilia grunts, one eye half closed. A sense of dread and loathing burns through what little is left of his bravado as he stares up at Smith’s leering, triumphant face. He feels sick, and fragile and so, very small…

“Will it make you feel better to know that I’ve already taken you several times while you were unconscious~?” Smith murmurs as he holds him down.

CRASH

Sunlight and splinters of wood rain down from the ceiling as someone smashes through the floor above. A heavily-muscled fae dives through the hole, then whirls to face Smith with a snarl that’s almost invisible behind a crocodile mask.

“Baul!” Lilia cries out from the floor. He dredges up the last of his magic and hurls a ball of fire at Smith’s face. His shield flickers, just moments before Baul swings his mace…

CRACK-!

A thick, meaty crack splits the air as Baul bludgeons him in the head. A spray of blood slaps the far wall, and the man who kidnapped Lilia falls limply on top of him, dead with his pants down. 

“Baul! My hands are bound. Help get him off of me!” Lilia grunts, trying to squirm out from under Smith’s body. Baul immediately hurls him off, eyes going wide behind the mask as he reaches down and hauls Lilia to his feet.

"General! What have they done to you!?"

“No time for that now! I thought I told you, no, ORDERED you to defend castle Briar Rose!” Lilia scolds, even as Baul rips off his own cloak, wraps it around Lilia’s body, and gathers him into his arms like a baby.

"SIR! I did what you ordered! We arrived in good time, and relayed the news, but then the Queen… There’s no time to fully explain. We must away," Baul says. He leaps back up through the hole in the ceiling, and then runs out of the building. The ramshackle camp that the humans had set up is in flames. Fae soldiers are everywhere, dispatching the panicked humans who had believed that they could not possibly be attacked at midday. 

“WE HAVE WHAT WE CAME FOR! DISENGAGE!" Baul shouts. With perfect obedience, the other soldiers immediately drop what they are doing, dispatching their final tasks as they return to the safety of the forest. Lilia clings to him, hiding the fact that he’s crying with relief by burying his face in the cloak.

‘We escaped, Buddy. I wasn’t sure that I was going to get out of that one,’ he shakily tells his passenger. Buddy quivers, and a pleasant warmth spreads through Lilia's insides. He projects happiness and relief as he falls into a gentle lull. 

They regroup in the forest, and then immediately use a long-distance teleport to return to Castle Briar Rose. Lilia manages to shake off Baul and his soldiers for long enough to have a moment of privacy, and catch his breath. He bathes, addresses his wounds, and removes Smith’s disgusting, golden hoops. By some miracle, he manages to summon his magearm back to his hand, and runs his thumb over the bludgeoning edge.

‘I am glad that you are with me again, even though I wished for a moment that you might slip through my fingers forever,’ he reflects silently. 

He leaves his room to begin searching for a new set of armour and his mask. But his search is soon interrupted when he receives a summons from Queen Maleanor herself. Swearing under his breath and struggling to stay calm for Buddy’s sake, he heads to her private chambers and knocks on the door.

"Come in," she calls gently.

 

Chapter 11: The Dragon’s Pretty Princess

Summary:

Lilia Vanrouge x Maleanor Draconia

Discipline, roleplay, reunion sex

Warnings for aftermath of sexual assault

“Come in,” Queen Maleanor calls gently. Ever dutiful, Lilia enters, and stands at attention near the door.

“You called for me, Your Majesty?” He asks.

"I did." Maleanor replies. She is sitting at her vanity, brushing out her long, dark hair. The light is dim and warm, created by candles and glowing coals in the fireplace. Humans might find it eerie, but nocturnal fae find dim firelight pleasant on the eyes, and cozy. Lilia has to fight against the urge to curl up and take a nap. It’s nearly morning, and he had a very long night. 

“Baul reported that you had been recovered,” Maleanor says in the silence that follows.

“As you say,” Lilia inclines his head. “He did a commendable job.”

“Quite.” Maleanor sets the silver hair comb down, and lifts two fingers. Her jewelry begins to lift off her ears, fingers, wrists and horns. A heavy chain of green fire opals unwinds from her neck, and a matching girdle lifts from her hips. Magic gives every piece a brief polish with silk cloth, and then stows it all into velvet-lined boxes arrayed across the shelves above her vanity.

“He also said that you had been injured.” Her eyes deliberately flick up to meet Lilia’s in the mirror’s reflection. 

“The most serious injuries were all healed, your majesty. I am ready to return to duty,” Lilia says, keeping his gaze respectfully on the far wall. She is dressed only in her black night gown, with a lace shawl drawn over her shoulders. Snow white skin shines against the black, tinted green even in the warm light. Maleanor is not a typical monarch, if such a thing could even exist among the fae in the first place, but she is still royalty and he is her soldier. Gazing upon her while she is underdressed would be vulgar.

"Come closer. I must see what they have done to you,” Maleanor says. Her voice is concerned, but firm. Her request is an order. 

“It was nothing permanent. They were incompetent and distracted,” Lilia says, but obediently steps within the glow of her vanity. The most visually distressing damage is all under his clothes. The holes left by the piercings are inflamed and itchy. His ankles and crotch are also slightly burned, from the iron shackles and the torture frame. They also itch, but he can ignore it.

“I did not ask you if it was permanent,” she says, rising to her feet and turning around. Lilia gulps and looks down at the floor. It’s been years since he has seen her like this. The Senate would (quietly) call her indecent, and they would (loudly) scream scandal if they ever learned that Lilia had been present in her room at all. Despite that, he can’t help falling back into memories of when none of this mattered. When they were but a pair of scruffy children making trouble for their elders. It’s been centuries since Lilia tussled in the mud with a young, spunky dragon who set his clothes on fire whenever she lost~ Though these days, the contest would go differently. The magnitude of Maleanor’s power and physical abilities had far outgrown Lilia’s. He might evade her for a while, or land a lucky blow, but he will never again win in a physical confrontation…

Inside him, Buddy starts to heat up, and slowly massage Lilia's inner sweet spot. 

‘Mate…?’

‘NO!’ Lilia barely holds back a scandalized gasp. ‘This is a formal meeting with my superior, we have to-‘

"Lilia. How dare you hide your injuries from me,” Maleanor says softly. She sounds deeply offended, and the windows behind her grow dark as thunderheads gather in the sky. "Were we not friends since childhood? Are we not in the privacy of my room? Drop these ‘General to the monarch’ bullshit formalities. If you REQUIRE it, then that is an order."

“EEP!” Lilia yelps as thunder clap splits the air just outside the castle and rumbles through the foundation stones. “I’m not hiding them, Your Majesty!”

‘SCARY MATE!’ Buddy wails.

“I just didn’t think it was bad enough to bring to your attention!” Lilia pants, holding up both hands in surrender. His face is already a little flushed from Buddy’s panicking, but he tries to ignore it as he quickly slips out of his shirt and drapes it over one arm. The welts from the riding crop are still visible across his back and stomach. Hopefully she will be satisfied with that…

Maleanor is beside him in an instant. Her long, ebony hair brushes lightly over his shoulder as she leans forward and presses her fingers to his tortured chest.

“Hsss-!” Lilia inhales sharply. “Your Majesty… Maleanor, please. This is nothing. It will close up in a matter of days-”

“Oh…” Her eyes were already angry, but they flash with genuine fury as she traces the welts. The windows flash with lightning, and another thunderclap rattles the windows. "They dared… they dared to mark up what is mine.” 

Her eyes go dark, and her voice drops to a whisper. “And you dare… You dared to throw your life away?! As if it meant nothing. IMBECILE."

Lilia flinches back, but he’s too slow. She lunges forward and scoops him up in a tight, possessive hug. Outside, the thunderstorm stalls, and rain begins to drip down the windowpanes in slow, mournful drizzles as she holds him tight.

“Mal…?” Lilia whispers as she presses her face into the top of his head.

“Lilia. You were gone for three weeks. Such a short time to feel such endless eternity. I had begun to fear…” 

Her voice is a near-whisper, tone informal and scared. It’s the voice of the child she barely had the opportunity to be, before duty wrenched that innocence away. 

But it doesn’t last long. Just a moment later, she breaks the hug, and looks down at him with the detached, dispassionate expression of a queen. “I must tend to you. Strip.” 

She turns, and waves a hand at her room. The black and purple curtains shielding her bed part, revealing a rose-patterned duvet piled high with velvet pillows. The fire roars up to its full height, shedding light across the room. Her vanity chair scoots across the floor and tucks itself firmly under Lilia’s knees, forcing him to sit.

‘At least she didn’t toss me onto the bed and then sit on me. Annoying, possessive dragons…’ Lilia sighs, feeling quietly frustrated and annoyed. He knows that she was worried, and that it is her right to tend to him as his queen, but still…

“May I stand? Or must I wiggle out of my undergarments whilst sitting?” He grumbles. 

"Wiggle out of them. You are not allowed to be on your feet anymore,” she huffs.

“Very well,” Lilia grumbles, hoping that his surly tone will let her know that he thinks she’s being difficult and silly. He unbuckles his belt and slips out of his pants and loin wrap. His inn-y parts have started to lubricate again, thanks mostly to Buddy, but if he gets Maleanor’s nice chair dirty, then it’s her own fault. He tried to keep things tidy. He tried to tend privately to his injuries, to make plans to see a field doctor to change his body back to his preferred configuration, but noooo. 

‘Buddy, why,’ Lilia grumbles as the slime begins to rotate slowly against his inner sweet spot. 

‘Scary dragon mate. Get you ready,’ Buddy replies, as though it should be obvious.

‘She’s not my mate,’ Lilia repeats emphatically. At least, she hasn’t been ever since she became queen. When the world was younger, they had played together, her, Raverne, and him. One of her favourite games was to pretend that Lilia and Raverne were both princesses, and that she was hoarding them in her lair. Such lairs were usually blanket forts made from couch cushions and pilfered drapes. They were barely more than children then…

‘Princess for the dragon,’ Buddy suggests, quivering directly over his inner sweet spot. 

‘No! Stop that. Behave yourself,’ Lilia tells Buddy sternly. 

“He’s not wrong, your little friend,” Maleanor chuckles as she summons a second chair to sit beside him. “You look more like my princess than you ever did back then.”

“You want to play that old game? Aren’t you a bit too mature for dress-up and fantasy, your Majesty? I’m a worn out old soldier who has had a very long week,” Lilia grumbles as she begins to dab glowing, blue salve onto his chest. The wound immediately closes, and the balm wipes away the pain like a lover’s kiss.

"Hush. You are not a soldier tonight." Maleanor sniffs, treating a few of the welts before moving gently to the other piercing. "Especially with a tone that bold. If you insist on speaking like my princess, then I shall have to promote you to the position, o’ General. Implying that I should behave myself? Perhaps that’s exactly what I’m already doing.”

Lilia looks up at her with haunted eyes that no longer hold even a spark of the playful innocence that she is trying to coax out of him. “Whether you like it or not, Your Majesty, I AM a soldier now. I endure as a soldier. I fight for your safety. So if I am bolder in reminding you of that, perhaps it is because I was tortured today. Kidnapped, tortured, and forced to endure deprivation, all for you. My suffering, and the suffering of ALL of your soldiers is for YOUR SAKE. It has always been SOLELY for-”

Lilia’s voice breaks. He drops his head and bends over slightly, torn between begging her to dismiss him, and simply teleporting away. He already serves her with his actions. Must he also play nursemaid to her emotions when he is already so tired?

“Yes, it is for me. For me, and for our country. For your honesty, I am officially promoting you to the position of my princess, for one night. Let go of everything else until tomorrow. Let me keep you, and comfort your sorrows. Please…” 

Her voice starts out cold and commanding, but finishes faint and pleading. And that plea, more than anything, breaks him. He starts to tremble, chest burning as he does something he hadn’t dared to indulge in while he was captured.

Cry.

“You were not there,” he barely manages to whisper. His throat feels tight. It would be so much easier if she would just let him keep this inside. He wouldn’t have to remember…

… his back hits the floor and large, armour-clad hands force his knees apart…  

"Those who hurt you will die. Ripped to shreds, and their legacies ended," Maleanor promises. Her fingers trail down over the curve of his tummy and pause. Inside him, Buddy quivers.

‘Scary dragon!’ He shrieks.

“Come out, little one. My princess needs to rest,” she says. 

‘Better go with her, Buddy. She’s the boss around here,’ Lilia smirks weakly.

‘Noooooo!!’

Buddy wiggles and pulses with heat, but he doesn’t have much choice as Maleanor draws him out of Lilia’s body and into her hand with a tug of magic.

“Please treat him kindly. He was with me when I woke. I had suffered a mortal wound, and must have required quite intensive care to survive it,” Lilia says, staring at Buddy’s amorphous, crimson body as it quivers in terror. “I don’t believe that the humans knew what he was. I couldn’t bear to leave him, but haven’t yet found a place where he may live apart from me yet.”

“I will send him to the hot springs beneath the castle. He may live with my other slimes,” Maleanor says. “Say good bye now, little one. Lilia may visit you later, if he so desires.”

A golden bubble appears around Buddy’s body, and then he vanishes in a flicker of green fire.

“Thank you,” Lilia sighs, fully relaxing for the first time in what feels like hours. Buddy is a good slime, but he’s much too energetic to just sit and relax with. Red slimes are just too hyperactive.

“Now come. You need rest.” Without really giving him a choice, she picks Lilia up and carries him gently over to her bed. She sets him down amongst the pillows, silently fussing and nudging at them like a fussy hen over a nest of eggs.

‘She really was worried. I wish she wouldn’t…’ Lilia thinks blearily, lying naked on her velvet pillows. She tucks a light, but warm cashmere blanket over him, then curls up at his side with his head against her chest. Her heartbeat is a steady rhythm under his head, soothing and firm. It’s…

Slowly, Lilia turns his face into her chest and starts to cry. She silently strokes the back of his head, making no comment, offering no judgement.

‘Perhaps this would have been our fate if our world had remained peaceful. Perhaps I really could have been her ‘Princess', and lived only for my own pleasure.’ Lilia thinks as his sobs trickle off into shaky inhales, and finally to silence.

"May I comfort you?" Maleanor finally asks, kissing the top of his head. Her fingers trail over the back of his thigh, letting him know exactly what sort of comfort she wishes to provide. Lilia takes a deep, shuddering breath. He buries his face in her chest, lightly smothering himself in her body as he nods. Let him be protected, safe, and free from the threat of death. No one will ever know. He can be Maleanor’s little princess for this. For a little while… 

“That’s my good princess,” she murmurs. She kisses the top of his head again. The backs of her nails draw gently over the curve of his backside, and dip between his legs. 

“Ah-!” He jolts as she touches his labia, gasping and shaking against her like a captive baby rabbit. “S-sore…”

"I can feel how hot you are down here. They must have tortured this part of you as well. It's all swollen.” 

“Haaahhh… hnnngh…” Lilia slowly calms, pressing and nuzzling into Maleanor’s breasts with needy little sniffles and whimpers as she summons the tin of salve and coats her fingers in it.

‘Spirits, I need this… I need this so bad… When was the last time she and I did this?’

Expert fingers rub over the metal-burned parts of his vulva and backside, slowly soothing the itch and the ache. Her fingers lightly trace the cleft of his labia, waiting for him to part his legs for her, before she slowly circles his aching clit. She can feel how hot it was as she dips her fingers lightly inside to heal his poor aching pussy.

“You… you… do not need… I… I’m… Nnnngh~!” Lilia pants. His tone is strained, plaintive. His crotch burns, and his lower belly is cramping with the pent-up need. His freshly-healed labia are throbbing.

"Let it all go..." Maleanor murmurs into the top of his head. She lets the top of her nightgown fall off her shoulders and down, exposing her breasts with their dark, ebony brown areolas to him. How could he possibly say ‘no’ to this? Forbidden or not, he wants it.

He opens his mouth and wraps his lips around her nipple. She pushes her fingers inside him and he moans, hips twitching and rocking back and forth in needy little jerks. He wants this. He deserves this. He missed this so much-!

Maleanor holds him close, letting him find pleasure in pulling the warm, soothing shape of her nipple over his tongue. He rocks into her fingers, squeezing tentatively at first, but the gentle, consistent stimulation soon strengthens his pulses, drawing little moans and mewls out of his throat.

“Ohhhh~” He shudders, and Maleanor's nipple slips out of his mouth as he cums. Maleanor smiles down at him, stroking his cheek with her thumb.

"There's my precious Princess,” she murmurs, leaning down to kiss him deeply. Lilia sighs beneath her, mind soothed into a comfortable hum. He isn’t truly Maleanor’s princess, but the dragon spell still works his magic on him as she curls up around his body. He feels safe, protected. Even the Senate and their bigotry cannot reach him in her arms.

‘Take me~ Hoard me. Make me yours,’ he thinks blearily as he drops into a much needed sleep.

Chapter 12: My Sweet Crabby Apple, Part One

Summary:

Epel Felmier x Neige La Blanche

Yandere, genderbent, femdom

Warnings for hard yandere behaviour (stalking, kidnapping noncon)

Hmm! That wasn't quite as dark as the Watcher had expected. Lilia always did have a knack for minimizing trauma, but his dreams VERY rarely show him alone with Maleanor. They can't help wondering whether the two of them actually shared a sexual relationship, or if this was just part of Lilia's own fantasy. Perhaps a desire to get a little service out of the queen he spent most of his life serving?

In any case, it's left the Watcher with a deep, grumpy need for something ACTUALLY DARK. Something THOROUGHLY FUCKED. All this sweetness and boob-nuzzling is fine, but at the end of the day, their needs are perverted, and this just won’t do.

That said, they are rather enjoying this recent spate of beautiful boobs. In the interest of continuing that, they select Chenya's dream for their next experiment. Chenya is... strange. His dream is unique in that literally everyone (including himself) are women. And they’re also women in a very realistic, wholesome way that fully lacks fetishization? Again, it's very strange. 

But the strangeness is not what’s important here. What IS important, is that Chenya’s dream also has a very accurate version of Neige LaBlanche. The Watcher has found out through quite a bit of long-distance stalking that Neige has a dark streak of his own. Now they just need to drag that out with the perfect scenario~

They pick a few prompts from their list just to keep themselves honest - femdom, which will take care of itself, genderbent, which they’re about to get in spades, and Yandere, which should feed their dark urges~ Anticipating fireworks, the Watcher whips up a special version of Epel, injects her into Chenya's arcane realm, and stands back to watch.

 

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Epel, to her great misfortune, is a classic cutie. She has rare, lavender hair cut in a classic, shoulder-length sweep. Her features are soft and round, her voice can be sweet and light. She can talk real sweet, even if nobody understands when she puts on that Harveston Belle accent. Her body is slender and waifish, with big blue eyes and creamy skin.

She hates it. She hates all of it. She wants to be like her great-gran, a fearsome frontierswoman with arms as thick around as tree limbs, a scar across one cheekbone, and a legendary appetite. She singlehandedly built most of the homes in Harveston, and started the sled race that their whole region still participates in to this day. Folks still talk about her like she was a hero.

And here Epel is, skinny and tiny and way too girly.  She can knock the socks offa anyone who says so, but there’s no denying the fact that her body is a traitor and simply refuses to grow the muscle and height that she so desperately needs.

And now it’s even worse, because her Housewarden Vil Schroenheit leans into alllll of that girly crap. ‘yOu mUst lEaRn hoW to ChAnnEL yoUr inNaTe tAleNts Ep-ellll.’ Load’a horsehockey, is what THAT is.

But unfortunately for her, Vil is the housewarden, and until Epel kicks her stuck-up, movie-star tush, she’s stuck doin’ whatever she says. That means that today, she ain’t just IN town. She’s in town, wearing an apple-patterned skirt with a frilly, off-the-shoulder blouse, knee-high socks, and black boots. The boots are the only part of the outfit she doesn’t hate. They’re the same ones she wore at home to tend the orchards, though Vil made her scrub the dirt offa them first.

Epel stares down at them as she walks, seething about how she liked them better with the dirt. Today is just plumb awful. Here she thought she might get to have a little fun in town and slip the leash long enough to browse through the magicycle shop, or maybe the sports store that has a special section just for spelldrive gear~ But no. She’s gotta follow Vil like an idiot purse dog getting supplies for the stupid film club she ain’t even in.

‘Sighhhh…’ Epel grumbles in her head where Vil can’t hear. She wants to wear cool jeans with leather patches on the knees. A skull tee with a fierce dragon all up the back! Not this stupid skirt and blouse getup that belongs on some sissy doll.

“Epel, you’re stomping. Step lightly. You’re not an elephant,” Vil growls, leading her into yet another clothes store. Epel repeats the criticism in her mind, mimicking Vil’s nagging in a high pitched, whiny voice. 

 

Out of sight on a park bench across the street, Neige peeks out from behind a romance novel. Ever since she saw Epel at VDC, she couldn’t get her out of her head. She’s just so fresh. So young and adorable with that hidden, spunky streak and just a hint of country girl accenting a gorgeous voice. MMMMM~!! She could just eat her up.

She glances down at the romance novel she can’t bring herself to read, and the doodles of apples and Epel’s baby blue eyes sketched in all the margins. Her obsession with Vil’s little cutie has grown, creeping into her dreams, her doodles, her fantasies. She wants Epel. She wants her as she has rarely wanted anything in her life. The only thing that comes close was that secret crush she had on Vil for a while, but that faded with time. She can’t just wait for the same to happen with Epel. The urge is so powerful that her mind is starting to fracture at the thought of never speaking to her. Never holding her in her arms…

She had been on the brink of just ending it all when she made the critical decision. Epel MUST be hers. She WILL be hers. No matter what it takes. 

And so she waits, watches Vil and Epel from a distance so that she’ll be ready for the moment when her idol, her world, her darling Epel is all alone~

 

Epel glances back through the shop’s big picture window, feeling a whole host of heebie jeebies scurrying up her back for no good reason. She shudders and then slouches over to where Vil is standing by the front counter. The store clerk has just handed her the phone, and he looks like he’s tryin’ to keep the fakest, saddest smile on his face.

"Uh… Housewarden Vil…? Cain't I go and grab something to eat...?" Epel asks softly.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE SHIPMENT HAS BEEN DELAYED?” Vil explodes at the phone. Epel jumps back, fists raised to protect her face. 

“This has been in planning for TWO MONTHS. You could have obtained the material in half that time!” Vil seethes, clutching the handset hard enough to make her knuckles turn white.

“Ms. Schroenheit, I deeply apologize…” 

“You’ve turned a simple task into a logistical nightmare and provided absolutely NO communication in regards to delays. I must assume that you have simply dropped the ball in a way that is deeply out of character with your parent brand, who WILL be hearing about this…”

Epel edges away. It looks like Vil is going to be busy with this for a while. She’s definitely going to work all through lunch…

Epel presses a hand against her tummy, and holds back a groan. She really wants something after only having a breakfast smoothie! So hungry…

Epel takes another tiny step back, one hand reaching into her skirt pocket to double-check that she remembered her wallet. She’s got her own money from home, and two good legs. She can head out quick, and get back before Vil even notices, probably…

Epel takes a bigger step back, and then another. She reaches behind herself for the door. She’s going for stealth, but it doesn’t make no nevermind. Vil is fully focused on digging into the store staff and demanding to see their whole damn stock. She’s got two managers and all the clerks gathered now, all trying to soothe her with apologies and offers and promises to do better. It’s… honestly really awkward. It reminds Epel of the MANY times she got chewed out for stupid tiny things like brushing her hair wrong, and wearing pants with grass stains on the knees.

‘Sucks ta’ be you…’ Keeping it stealthy, Epel dips out of the store and all but runs down the street. Freedom!! Now to find some lunch, and none of that bland, depressing crap that Vil is so fond of. She wants something with TASTE.

She looks around, smiling happily with the easy thrill of disobeying her tyrant housewarden. There’s restaurants and food stalls everywhere she looks~ The nearest place specializes in northern Scalding Sands cuisine. She sees spicy rice and lamb, and it smells delicious to her half-starved tummy. She just about goes there, but then she pauses, remembering a stand that Deuce told her about. It sells tropical bbq baskets, with delicious, pit-roasted pork, and chicken adobo. Deuce got herself a basket just the other day, and said it reminded her of Epel~ 

Of course, Epel is more used to having proper apple juice sweeten her barbecue sauce, not no tropical pineapple, but she’ll give it a try. Just to let Deuce know she did~

Epel jogs down the street, making it two blocks down in no time at all. It's a beautiful weekend afternoon. There’s hardly any cars, because the island is mostly small enough for people to walk or take busses. There's plenty of people walking by who smile and say good morning. Epel waves back, even though she feels downright self-conscious in this lacy blouse.

In no time at all, she starts smelling the gorgeous, hunger-awakening scent of smoky-sweet barbecue sauce. It unleashes something feral and almost angry deep in her chest, and she breaks into an all-out run. Glorious BBQ! SHE’S SO EXCITED!

She skids to a stop in front of the stand and immediately takes her place in line. There’s just two people ahead of her! Just enough time to look over their menu and catch her breath. There’s a little ‘about us’ section that explains how this stand specializes in pit-roasting. Epel already knows that’s when you dig a big hole, build a fire and burn it down to coals, then pop big’ol chunks of meat right on top. Then you bury it all and let it slow roast for several hours. If you done it right, it comes out tender and juicy and bone-suckin good.

The only thing that gives her a bit of pause is that the glaze and sauce are both sweetened with pineapple juice instead of sugar. Pineapple’s kinda weird and sour, right? At least all pineapple she ever tried was. But it’s hard to get good pineapple all the way inland to Harveston, so maybe they done spoiled on the trip?

Well, sour or not, it’s time to be bold and try new things! Decision made, Epel’s eyes narrow in on the skewers. She can already see a few on the grill, with crispy, burnt edges to the bell pepper, pineapple, and meat. She can just feel it crunching in her mouth as she finally gets up to the cashier and gives him a big smile.

"Two pork skewers please! Ooh, and also a pineapple and coconut smoothie... Oh wait, what’s taro?" She asks as the dessert menu catches her eye.

“Taro is a bit like sweet potato! We just use the powder in the drinks. It has a tropical taste, I think it’s kind of like cookie dough? It’s also really pretty,” the cashier beams.

“May I buy one for you~?” Someone asks behind her. Epel jumps, and twists her head back to look. To her utter shock, Neige LaBlanche herself is standing right behind her. She returns Epel’s expression of shock with a warm, wholesome smile that immediately reminds her of the calm, honest, and loving presence from children's TV shows. She did see her from the stage at VDC, but somehow she's even more charismatic up close.

"Holy Sassafras! Your... your...!" Epel’s words get caught in her throat. This is Vil's biggest rival and sometimes co-star! Ohhhh, she’d be spittin mad if she could see this…

"Shh!" Neige teasingly holds a finger up to her lips and grabs Epel's food off the counter. "I'm just Neige today. Can I sit with you?"

She nods to a couple small tables tucked under an awning beside the stand.

"Ah... ahh-" Epel just stares with her mouth open and her blue eyes wide open Neige is just so perfect. Her skin is pale and smooth as snow. Her hair is ebony black with lustrous blue undertones. Her lips are full and crimson red, and Epel actually doubts she has on even a dab of makeup. Her whole outfit screams cozy cottage core, and even the way she moves is so smooth and graceful. 

"I… uh... Yes, you may." Epel nods dumbly, then follows Neige like a clumsy ox as she sits down at a table. "Uh... do they bring the food over when it’s ready?"

"Silly, this is all yours! You just ordered it," Neige giggles. She pushes all of the food across the table to Epel, arranging it into a picture-perfect spread with brisk ease. "The cook already knows what I like here. They'll bring mine over in a minute. I saw you at the VDC, but we never really got a chance to talk!”

"Oh...! Oh y-you... You remember th-that?" Epel stammers, shocked that Niege would remember. She didn't notice her crying, right? The fact that she started to cry up on stage after they lost still haunts her to this day…

"Of course I remember! You nearly won. You probably should have won," Neige smiles, rubbing her forefinger over the table in a little circle. "Getting judged and having competitions is so unfair, isn't it?"

"I mean... looking back on it, we did give it our best, but our best just wasn't good enough that day." Epel sighs. She put her whole heart into that performance, but due to... certain circumstances, she and the others were all overworked to exhaustion. It had shown, and the people had judged accordingly.

"That's exactly what I mean! Your best can be so different from day to day. Even sometimes on the same day! I know that I made some mistakes during my performance that I thought would have turned the judges in your favor. And it almost did! We were separated by one vote. Really, we should have shared the win," Neige says earnestly.

"Maybe having a power nap could have helped!” Epel smiles. “But it doesn’t really matter. It... it was an honor to perform with you on the encore." 

She can barely say it with a straight face, even though Neige smiles happily when she does. Singing that stupid, bouncy kids’ song had been so embarrassing... 

“You all did amazing,” Neige says warmly. “I wish we could all do a big collab project sometime…”

"Yeah! Seeing you perform one of Vil’s songs would be so different from your usual vibe, but I get ya. I mean.. I understand."

"Honestly? I kinda wish I’d lost, just so I could sing ‘Absolutely Beautiful,’” Neige says with a mischievous grin. "I always get typecast as the good girl. It gets so boring to always be expected to do the same thing over and over. People like seeing a hero, I get it, but the hero is usually so..."

She shrugs, and Epel nods thoughtfully. She can understand the typecast thing. 

"Vil suffers the same thing. She's always cast as the villain, and I think she's been dying to get into another role. I didn't know you felt the same."

"Hmm! You know the old saying, 'the grass is always greener?' Everyone wants variety, I think. And when you can't get it, doing anything different just looks so fun,” Neige muses.

“Huh…” Epel nods, and then digs into one of her skewers. It tastes amazing, but she’s just still so toppled by the fact that she’s having a fun, normal conversation with Neige LaBlanche. Why does Vil hate her so much?! She's nice! Sure, she can come off as a bit too much, but her empathy and care doesn’t seem fake. Maybe Vil’s just turned so sour that anyone sweet rots her teeth.

Epel almost snickers aloud at the thought of Vil with a smile full of cavities, and ducks her head to take a sip of her taro milkshake. It’s ALSO good! It tastes kinda like toasted walnut with vanilla, but then also like cookies and cream? And maybe even a bit like birthday cake~? Ain’t this supposed to be sweet potato?! Ain’t like no sweet potato her ma ever baked before, that’s for sure.

"Wow this stuff is amazing! Uh... I can't believe you bought me all this,” Epel blushes, looking down at the taro drink. “Do you want to try?”

She offers the cup to Neige, who blushes and covers her mouth with a musical little giggle.

“Oh, no thank you. I'm allergic to taro. But I think they're bringing mine over soon.” She glances over at the stand. 

"Oh, my bad! I didn't know." Epel quickly takes it back.

"It's such a pretty colour though, isn't it? I love purple,” Neige sighs happily.

"It's almost the color of my dorm, Pomefiore. And my hair too, I guess? The taste is super addicting! I could slap my mama!" 

"It IS the colour of your hair! I really like it. There's a subtle, blue undertone when you turn your head like this?"  Neige demonstrates, turning her own, ebony-black head into the light. "It's very cool. Oh! Thank youuuu~" 

Neige beams as the cashier walks over and puts a paper plate of rice, chicken, and grilled veggie stir fry in front of her. She immediately starts nibbling a slice of pineapple with a happy sigh. Epel just stares at her, silently floored that she called her ‘cool.’ Not cute or dainty or any awful thing like that, but cool! Maybe it's that, or maybe it’s just because she’s finally away from Vil for a bit that Epel can literally feel her shoulders relaxing. It’s like someone took a heavy weight off her back for... maybe the first time in months? 

"Oh wow, your food looks really good! I’ll have to get it next time," Epel giggles as she drinks some more of the taro.

"I know! This stand is a little hidden gem~ I love coming down here after finals," Neige agrees, tucking into her meal.

"I wish I could come here all the time. I wanna to get a super cool outfit and just walk around, and look like a badass." Epel strikes a pose. "But Vil wants me to be cute. Not like... there's nothing bad about that, but I want to be cool more than I wanna be cute!"

"Hey~ In my book, you do look badass. I think you could work any look you want. Don't let yourself be typecast!” Neige encourages.

“Yeah!” Epel cheers, then leans forward to suck up the last of her milkshake through the straw. Neige is so great~ She’s so easy to be around. Epel feels as though a beam of sunshine is shining down just on her, making her warm and happy. Her tummy is full of good food, and life is just... just great~

"I'm gonna buy my own blastcycle one day. Been looking into how to make myself look like a super cool baddie. I want it a bright, candy apple red with the fastest motor!" Epel beams. She reaches down to take another bite of her skewer, and only comes up with the stick. It’s already gone! When did she finish it…

“Blastcycle? I got to learn how to ride one of those for a movie I did! It was a white one though. I didn’t get to pick the colour,” Neige laughs.

“Bleh! You outta get to pick,” Epel says, staring down at her empty plate. Lunch is all gone now… that means she oughtta head back. She snuck away, and she isn’t reeeeeally supposed to be here. Golly, but it’s such fun. She looks up at Neige with a regretful smile.

"I should... probably get back to Vil. We were both out buying stuff,” she says. She regretfully scrapes a little bit of barbecue sauce off her paper plate with the end of the skewer, and licks it off. It’s amazing~ The tangy taste, and the texture of the bamboo and the sauce across her tongue. She’s never noticed before how amazing it is~

“Oh, you were out here with Vil? Did you tell her that you were going off to get lunch?” Neige asks.

“Nnnnnno-pah!" She pops her lips at the end, and breaks into giggles. "I snuck off. Vil was angry with... the clerks and stuff. She was gon’ be at it for plumb HOURS! I couldn't take it no more! Nuh-uh! Nooooo-pah."

She looks down at her plate, and scrapes up another bit of sauce. “Mmmm~ This sauce is SO good."

“You can have mine if you want!” Neige cheerfully pushes a little cup of barbecue sauce across the table. “I always have them put it on the side for dipping.”

“Mmm~” Epel stares at the sauce, half trying to say thank you, but the words don’t quite come out. Giggles keep bubbling up between her lips, and once she pops her lips, she has to do it again a few times- So she does, letting her head droop toward the table little by little until her cheek is resting on the plastic. It’s cold…

Wait… why do I feel this way…?

A trickle of confusion pushes up through the happy, sitting-in-sunshine feeling. Her body suddenly feels cold, and her hands are trembling. That ain’t right. Ain’t right at all. Ain’t right…

‘M I…? M’I gettin’ sick? I outta get back… Vil…’

She blinks her eyes slowly, wondering when the table got covered with glittery sparkles. She stares at the sauce, feeling suddenly uncertain and scared.

Maybe she ate something bad?

She’s GOT to get back to Vil.

The moment she has that thought, a wave of crippling nausea squeezes her belly. She doesn’t even have time to turn her head before she throws up all over the table and her own lap. Tears start to pour from her eyes more violently than she’d even thought tears could fall. Her chest hitches with wracking sobs as a terrifying reality crashes down on her.

‘Neige. Neige just… she just DRUGGED me.’

Chapter 13: My Sweet Crabby Apple, Part Two

Summary:

Epel Felmier x Neige LaBlanche
Yandere, femdom, genderbent

Warnings for hard yandere behaviour, (noncon, rape, kidnapping)

Epel is crying too hard to hear any words as Neige makes concerned noises and moves to scoop her up. The world is tipping and doing terrible, nausea-inducing things. She throws up again in Neige’s arms, shaky, weak and chilled to the bone. She wants this to end. The pounding of her own heart hammering in her ears has become an inescapable hell with no way to escape.

‘NEIGE DRUGGED ME!!’

She can't move. She can't stop crying. She can't speak! 

"H... he...l..." She hiccups and sobs. She wants Vil back! Where is Vil?! It’s been so long. Hasn't she found her yet?! She left such a long time ago! She’s going to be in so much trouble. The light is so bright, too bright, too much, it’s ALL too much oh Seven... 

The cashier’ face is suddenly INCHES from Epel’s own. The reality of being a tiny, vulnerable creature surrounded by demons is suddenly foremost in her mind. She knows, with the sickening certainty of a nightmare, that she’s in hell. When Neige’s face replaces the cashier’s, sweet, comforting, and wholesome, it peels back to reveal a wicked, hideous creature beneath. It leers at her, hungry for her soul.

“Now you belong to me~”

A scream tears itself out of Epel’s throat, and she punches the demon as hard as she can. It’s face implodes. The blow is so powerful that her entire body goes with it, through the wall, past the North Coral Sea, and away from the earth entirely. She sees glittering points of light, and warmth as the naked sun beams down upon her body…

‘Neige drugged me…’

Her memory fragments. Little by little, it comes back in disconnected islands with no memory of what came before or after. A car ride. A bath. A bed. She’s naked between crisp hotel sheets, clean and exhausted. There are blinds over a window, and as she stares at them they seem to breathe gently, the slats expanding, and retracting.

‘Neige drugged me.’

It dragged her through hell and to the brink of outer space to hold onto that truth, but now she has survived, and that truth is her prize.

So when Neige walks through the room, nude and damp from a recent shower with her hair up in a hotel towel, Epel knows not to trust her. She takes shallow, shaky breaths, too scared to move in case she rockets into space again. Was that real? Is this… is what’s going on right now even real…?

Yes. 

Yes, this is real. As real as her Granny’s best apple pie. Sweet, perfect Niege... is a freak. Vil had her pegged from the start. Her sweetness is a crust over a pit of poison. It only hides the sickness in her core.

Oh, Great Seven, she’s so tired.

Epel whimpers softly and tries to curl up. Something crinkles and pinches strangely around her wrists, legs and mouth as she does. Her nose is clear, but her mouth has been stuffed full.

“Oh? Good morning Epel~!” Neige glides over and slips onto the bed. Her body is picture perfect, in that deliberate, marketable way that the media just loves to expose. Her skin is hairless, creamy, and smooth. She’s slender, with a thigh gap and a flat tummy. Her breasts are full and firm, nipples the same, dramatic crimson as her lips. Her vulva only shows outer labia, and they’re the same creamy white as the rest of her skin.

“Golly, you’re so gorgeous,” Neige sighs. She reaches out and gently strokes Epel’s hair, letting the lavender strands trickle through her fingers. Epel stares at her, not understanding. Sure, her body is different from when she was on the farm. Vil has been making her lotion herself every day. She let Epel pick out the scent, and she’d chosen vanilla apple buttercream, even though it makes her smell like a pastry. She’s been on a diet and doing a ton of weird exercises, so her body is toned, and just as slim as Neige’s. Really, her feet are the weirdest part. No more callouses. Walkin’ around barefoot through the orchards is gonna feel so weird.

But gorgeous? Nah. At best, she’s cute, just like she always feared. She’s just too damn small. Her boobs are a solid b-cup, and her butt still has enough cushion to protect her if she falls on it, but that’s about the extent of her assets. She ain’t never gonna be the sparkling beauty that Vil pulls off, and it feels stupid to even try.

‘Leave off me,’ she tries to growl. Instead, what comes out of her mouth is a muffled little "Mmph..." It's such a pathetic sound that she immediately closes her eyes in shame.

“I guess you’ve never taken party drugs before. You got so fiesty with the shower head,” Neige giggles. Epel glares at her and wiggles backward. Of course, she's never been on 'party drugs!’ She ain’t never been on no drugs at all! What in the blue hell is in the party drugs that make you see demons and the whole world from space?!

“Don’t be like that~” Neige leans over and pulls the blankets down, revealing several bands of duct tape tightly binding Epel’s wrists and ankles together. Epel’s eyes go wide, but then Neige starts… kissing her face? She starts off real soft and sweet, peppering her cheeks and neck, but soon she gets REAL aggressive. Epel whimpers, flinching away from her as those kisses start to turn into bites. What the hell...? Why is Niege doing this to her?!

“I want you so badly~ You’re so delicious~!” Neige pushes Epel’s arms up and bites her nipple.

"Nnnngh!!!" Epel jolts away with an affronted shriek. She musters up a ferocious glare and levels it at Neige, lettin’ her know that a world a hurt is comin her way the second she ‘kin make it happen…

“Hee hee hee, I love when you look angry. I love how fierce and spunky you are. I love everything about you~ And I wanna give you something that I know will be a first for you~” Neige gushes. She raises a hand and magically summons something that looks like a bright pink dildo, but with an odd, knobby hook on one end. It immediately makes more sense when she positions it between her legs with a cute little moan, and slips the hook side into her pussy. The long end sticks out and up from her crotch like a cock, stuck in place by the shape and her internal muscles. It’s a strap-on that doesn’t need a harness. Epel just glares and growls at her, daring her to bring that stupid pink toy anywhere near her. The minute she pulls the tape offa her legs, she’ll kick her stupid face over and over until it’s black and blue.

“Over you go~” Neige knee-shuffles over to Epel, letting the strapon bob stiffly between her legs. Then shee reaches out and pushes on her shoulders to flip her over onto her front. 

“Mmff?!” Epel protests, shaking her hair out of her eyes. She thought Neige was gonna try to stick that stupid pink toy in her pussy. Why...?

Epel freezes as she feels her ass cheeks getting spread out to show off a tight, virgin, apple shaped butt.

‘Oh no.’

“Oh my golly you’re so CUUUUUUTE!!” Neige squeals, grabbing Epel’s butt and giving it a gleeful, swaying hug. “I know you don’t like being called cute, and I was trying SO HARD to not call you cute, but you areeeeeee~!”

Epel's face goes as rosey as a pink lady apple. She seethes with white hot rage. How DARE she call her cute?!

“MMMFFF FFNGH NNGH HHH!” She screams into the gag. But there’s not much she can do to resist as a slender, slippery finger presses gently over her ass, and rubs a slowl circle around the rim. It’s sensitive. Much more sensitive than her pussy. It makes her tummy jolt and her breath hitch and her face burn with confused disgust. Isn’t this dirty?! It doesn’t hurt, but isn’t it just gross? 

'WHY DO YOU WANT MAH ASS!?'

Neige kisses her right on the butt cheek. “Shhhh, I’m going to do you so slow and soft~I’m going to make you love this as much as front-door sex, I promise.”

'STOP KISSING MAH ASS! It's weeeeeeird!' Epel huffs, stomach muscles burning as she tries to wiggle away. She don’ want no back-door sex, and definitely not with Neige! The only person she lies with is Deuce, and they do it the normal way. By rubbing each other’s pussies, and fingering each other until they got tired. THAT’S the only way she wants it!

Neige gives her ANOTHER bite, this time on the butt, and then drags a finger down the small of Epel’s back. A pulse of strange, liquid warmth blooms across the opening of her ass and the inner walls behind it. It makes her knees quiver strangely and a shiver roll down her inner thighs. Is that…? What IS that? Is her pussy getting wet? From this??

"MMM!?" She protests, trying to hop her knees up and out of Neige’s grip.

“Shhhhh, there we go~” Neige gently works her smallest finger into Epel’s ass, pushing in until it bottoms out against the knuckle. Then she draws it slowly out again, and does the same thing with her middle finger. It’s tight, but slippery. Epel can feel her body shivering and clenching around it in confusion. It doesn’t hurt, but it is VERY, VERY sensitive. Pushing something into what’s SUPPOSED to be one-way opening feels so strange, and then the relief and deep sense of satisfaction when it’s drawn out again makes her breath hitch in tiny little gasps.

“You’re getting wet~ I hope I can make you cum on your first time,” Neige murmurs. She sinks her finger in deep and gives Epel’s hips and butt a hug as she curls it in a sort of ‘come hither’ gesture. She does it a few times in different ways, before she finally pushes down on something that sends a jolt of pleasure through the pit of Epel’s stomach. 

'Do... do I like it up the ass!?' she thinks in a panic. How is she supposed to accept this!? Her whole body feels like it’s blushing, and her pussy is so wet it’s just about dripping down her thighs. It’s starting to clench up and flex like Deuce’s fingers ought to be in there. Like it’s yelling, 'What about me?!'

“I found your little button~” Neige sings, dragging her finger against that inner spot again. Slick dribbles down the back of her bound legs with every stroke, as though Neige is milking her like a cow. “That’s my good sweet girl~ I think you’re ready for a little more!”

'Muh…my... my little button?!' Epel is pants heavily against the pillow, eyes tearing up as her body betrays her. 'Why... why is this happening!? Can just anyone make me do this? Does this make me a slut…?' 

Neige draws her finger back out, giggling as Epel’s poor little pucker tries to suck it back in. She quickly wipes her fingers clean with a damp rag that she left on the bedside table, then scoops Epel’s butt up into the air, so that she’s propped up on her knees. Something much, much thicker than a finger presses up against the opening of her ass, rocking gently from side to side. A feeling of dread and impending doom curls tight in the pit of Epel’s stomach as it begins to pry her open. Is that the strap on?? How is it so big?! It barely looked like it was three fingers wide when Neige was sticking it in herself just a bit ago! 

Epel lets out a long whine, shaking her head against the pillows. 'Stop! What in tarnation?! That's plum huge!! You gon’ break me! You gon’... Oh Seven-’

Epel lets out a choked cry as she’s slowly breached. She jerks her hips, trying her damndest to get away, but Neige just holds onto her.

“Easy, easy! You can do it. And just think how well I can push your little button with my Regal Rider! It’s going to make you feel so good~ There we go, you’re almost there!” She encourages in a perky tone that makes Epel want to kick her all over again.

"MMMPH!" Epel shrieks, unable to escape.  'I DUN WANNA HAVE MY BUTTON PRESSED BY YOUR REGAL RIDER! IT'S SUCH A STUPID NAME-!'

Epel moans, shuddering as it breaches her ass and sinks fully inside. It’s tight, and it does sting a little, but once it squeezes past that initial tight spot, it slides right in. It also squeezes right over that spot Neige was fingering earlier, only it’s not nearly so little as she said. It almost feels like a cross between squeezing all of her fingers inside her pussy, and rubbing part of her clit at the same time. It feels good, even though her precious clit is basically unreachable with her legs all taped up like this. Her thighs are completely wet with her slick. Her pussy was aching, her ass was pulsing, and her little button made her brain short circuit.

'Oh Seven have mercy, the Regal Rider is ridin' muh ass like I'm it's gotdang horse.' 

“Hhhngh~! You’re so tight. I can barely… barely move~” Neige’s voice is strained and breathy. Epel is suddenly reminded that the other end of the ‘Regal Rider’ is inside her, and stimulating her in the front-door way as she begins to pummel Epel’s inner sweet spot with quick, shallow thrusts. One hand lets go of Epel’s hips, and the other hugs her tighter. A sense of urgent pressure rapidly builds in the pit of her stomach that she’s not sure whether to give in to, or hold back from. And all the while, her clit throbs and burns, wanting touched so badly that it’s practically stamping its little feet. 

Epel groans, finally just going limp and waiting for it to be over. Her vision goes blurry, and her breath comes in sorry little hitches. She wants her clit to be rubbed against so badly. She wants Deuce to be fucking her instead. She wants to go home. 

As though sensing her growing despair, Neige’s hand creeps around to her pubic mound, and then down into her folds. One finger presses up against her clit, finally giving it some stimulation. Epel arches her back, gushing around those fingers. It was like her body was screaming.

FINALLY.

Maybe she’s been masturbating too much? She and Deuce had recently started using vibrating toys to tease their clits, trying to see if squirting was a thing. Apparently it really is. Maybe all that exploring and 'practice' has turned her clit super needy and desperate. She can feel it pulsing against Neige's finger.

She... she came from just one stroke...

“It’s so pretty when you squeeze my toy like that~ I bet you’ve never done that before with anyone but me~” Neige murmurs. She gently draws the toy out. It stings, but once it’s finally OUT, a sense of relief that’s almost like a second orgasm pulses across the abused opening. Epel heaves in tiny breaths, shaking and quietly crying against the pillows. She hates this. She hates all of this.

“My turn~” Neige takes the toy out of herself, tosses it onto the bedside table rag, and then spoons Epel from behind. She tosses one, perfect leg over Epel’s bound thighs, and starts grinding against her, breath catching and growing tighter until she shudders and moans softly. Her skin is hot and sweaty as she relaxes, nuzzling her nose into her hair. 

“Mnfff-” Epel whimpers softly. Her body is sore and exhausted. She came in such a weird way that her body is unsatisfied, and still prickling at her to do something. But she feels too sick to even try. This… this can’t be forever, right? Neige has to let her go at some point. She’s a famous movie star. She can’t just keep Epel duct taped in bed forever. Eventually, she’ll have to let her go.

Right…?

 

Chapter 14: Let Me Adore You

Summary:

Epel Felmier x Neige LaBlanche

Amnesia, mirror sex, orgasm denial

Warnings for continued hard yandere behaviout, i.e. kidnapping, rape, toxic posessiveness

‘Neige drugged me…’

It’s the one thing that Epel can’t forget. Even when she can’t remember anything that happened more than five minutes ago. Even in those awful, gut churning moments when she forgets her own name, that phrase, that truth sticks with her.

‘Neige drugged me.’

Without fully knowing why, she starts to go through the things she does remember in her head. The steady recitation is soothing, even when she runs into blank spots and has to really think to fill in the gaps. It’s like putting a puzzle together, piece by piece.

‘My name is Epel.’

‘I’m from… I’m from Harveston. That’s a town way out in the Shaftlands countryside.’

‘I’m… I’m in room? This room… it’s not mine. I think it’s a hotel? Yes. It’s a hotel.’

‘I’m… I don’t know why I’m here.’

She gazes around the room, hoping for clues to jog her faulty memory. Everything is fancy, with pretty trim and paneled walls and sleek, matching furniture. Heavy blackout curtains are drawn over the window, and the lights are on. It smells like lemon-scented soap, and it’s so tidy that a whole army of maids might have just finished sweeping up. There’s two big beds, a bathroom, and a third room that she can’t quite see from where she’s lying down on the bed. Lying down…

‘Where are my clothes…?’

She peeks under the blankets, and for some reason, doesn’t feel surprised to see that she’s naked. She never dressed after…

After?

She rubs her face feeling grumpy and woozy ‘cause she’s just so, dang, hungry. When was the last time she ate? It was…? She had…?

No, she just cain’t remember, but it don’ make no nevermind. She’s gotta find something to eat. 

Moving slowly, she sits up on the bed and swings her legs over the side. Her body works, but everything feels stiff and strange. Her muscles seem to remember what to do, but all the many tiny steps needed to push the blankets aside and rise to her feet are apparent and baffling as she does it. It’s insanely complicated just to stand up, and somehow her legs just… do it.

‘Why would that be such a wonder? All ya did was sit up.’

She gives her head a shake and rises to her feet. As she takes a cautious step forward, something chafes her inner thighs, and immediately drags her attention down. She realizes that she’s not fully naked. A strange, wood-and-metal plate has been pressed tightly to the skin over her pubic mound. It completely covers her vulva all the way back to the space just before her butt, like the weirdest, most uncomfortable pair of undies ever.

“What in blue hell…?” Epel stares down at the device, pressing and picking at it with her fingertips. What is she even looking at? Whatever it is, she doesn’t like it. It’s weird, and it’s stuck on TIGHT! And it’s… also weirdly breathable? It feels as though her sensitive underparts are pressed up against silky cloth, not skin-tight wood. In fact, she can really only feel the thin, metal strips at the borders of the wood, even though the wood part is fully covering her up. Front to back, without a way to sneak a finger underneath.

“What the hell-“ Epel’s voice breaks, and she starts to cry. She can't get this thing off, and she's so hungry... She doesn't have the strength to deal with this right now. She just needs food.

She hobbles to the door, wiping away her tears with her palms. It swings right open, and there, sitting right on the table like a hug soothing away her tears, is a styrofoam takeout box.

“YES.” Epel scrambles over to the table, rips open the box, and takes a huge bite of the food inside. She starts crying even harder as barbecue sauce and delicious pork melts in her mouth. It’s so good, and she needs it so badly~

She takes a few more bites, making a huge mess and sobbing between swallows. It’s so good. It’s amazing. The pineapple is sweet, and the meat has the perfect amount of char. The sauce and veggies are so flavourful that they make her want to dance in her chair, in spite of how scary and uncertain her situation is. Little by little, she calms. The food warms her tummy, and she eats the last few bites slowly, feeling exhausted, but a lot better. Where did this meal come from? Did she buy it for herself and forget?

She digs around in the plastic takeout bag, finding napkins, a plastic fork, and a pretty, purple drink with a milkshake straw. She holds it in her hand, turning it slowly in the light.

‘Taro…?’

What? That cain’t be right. Taro’s a kind of card reading thing that tells the future. Or maybe…?

‘Sweet potato?’

She takes a tentative sip. It’s good. Not like sweet potato, but it’s real good. She takes a longer sip and searches a little more through the takeout bag. At the bottom, she finds a receipt with the name ‘Aloha Pineapple Barbecue,’ and the price of the meal she just ate. Seven thaumarks, twenty-two sorcents.

‘Did I buy this and forget…? It seems so familiar…’ She wonders with a frown. She looks around the kitchenette a bit more, but there’s no answer here for her. It’s... it’s actually really terrifying.

She takes the smoothie and walks out into the main room, sipping as she goes. The taste seems to change from nutty to sweet and cookie-like. It nudges at her memory with the maddening sense of a dream slipping slowly away. It never solidifies into anything firmer, but she definitely knows that she’s tried this flavour before. She just cain’t think where…

“Where did I try you?” She whispers to the drink. She spots her reflection in a full-length bathroom mirror, and then pads over to look more closely at herself. Maybe she’ll be able to see this weird, stick-on panty thing better, and get it off.

 As she gets closer, she immediately sees that her upper body is covered in bite marks. There’s one on her shoulder, a bunch all over her collarbones and neck, and even a couple on her poor nipples and breasts! They’re all red, and some are purple and bruised. What happened?! Did someone try to eat her?!

She stares for another few seconds before shaking her head and looking down at the panty thing. It’s just as snug as when she first tried to take it off. It’s stuck so tight that her skin has turned a little pink and irritated around the metal edges, which are carved all over with runes.

"Huh..." She traces a finger over the runes. Maybe there’s a button or something she can push to make it come off…?

She starts fiddling. It doesn’t come off, but as she starts rubbing it, the runes all start to glow a soft, pink colour. She frowns and raps on the wooden part, confused why she can’t feel the vibration against her underparts. This oughta be uncomfortable as hell…

“AIEEE?!” She jumps with a shriek as something firm and slender slips right between her labia and pushes inside her pussy. What just penetrated her!? HOW!? Is this... is she wearing somethin’ kinky?!

The thing inside her rocks back and forth, stroking inner walls. She stares at the panty thing, at a complete loss for an explanation. It’s like a magic trick! How could there be enough room under there for a weird skinny dildo? It’s so tight that it SHOULD be squashing her bits, but it ain’t. HOW…?

A second, slender thing pushes in beside the first. Now they’re moving in ways that immediately reminds her of fingers, curling, stretching, and scissoring. Specific fingers…?

“Ah-! Epel… you’re so cool~ I love you.”

A name slowly rises to the surface of her mind, like a slow-motion magic-8 ball. 

‘Deuce…?’

The moment the name returns, a face comes with it. Blue eyes, dark hair, and a skinny, runner’s body. Is that the answer?! Is this Deuce’s place? Maybe Epel was sick, and Deuce took her in?

Epel leans forward, holding herself against the mirror as the internal stroking speeds up and starts pressing over and over against a deeply satisfying little spot on her inner walls. "AH! Oh... ohhhh~ Oooooh, you dumb tease..." 

Epel twitches her hips, staring down as her nipples perk up and her skin flushes. This sucks! She can’t do anything to make the dumb idiot go faster or focus up on the fun parts! She wants to SEE her, DAMMIT!

“Just get it done!” She shouts at the mirror. As though Deuce can hear her, the fingers push in and out one more time, and then withdraw entirely. 

“Excuse m-EEE?!” She squeals as something warm and slick rolls right over her clit in a firm, slow circle. What the- is that a TONGUE? Is Deuce givin’ her head?! She slides down to the floor in a blushy heap, making a smudge on the mirror as she goes.

"Oh my ghawd!" She presses her hands over the panty thing. Her inner muscles are going crazy, hitching and flexing. She can see her own expression in the mirror getting silly and blushy. Her legs keep shaking with little shivers. Her tummy moves in mesmerizing little pulses, pulling tight, then shakily relaxing before pulling tight again. That tongue has started gently suckling her clit like a teat, pushing her closer and closer…

And then it just stops.

"Hey!" Epel hits the floor with her fist.  "Why?! Why'd ya stop, you jerk?!"

She’s throbbing, and madder’n a slapped hornet. No amount of touching on top of the panty thing is effective. She feels so sensitive and needy that even her nipples want touching, though it would be literal years before she could make anything happen up there. She tries anyway, rolling them between her fingertips, but that just wants to make her punch something. She just wants to cum! Why is that so difficult?! 

"You fucker! Finish what’cha started!" She shouts at the mirror. But all she sees is her own, pink and sweaty face. Her eyes are wide, her hands are a little trembly, and her chest is hitching with unhappy, still-aroused breaths.

And of course, the panty thing isn’t glowing anymore. 

“I’ll show you,” Epel growls, and stands up. She ain’t gon’ be denied! She rushes out of the bathroom and scours the room for clothes so she can get dressed and then kick Deuce’s ass. But CONSARNIT!! There are towels, there are sheets and there are curtains, but there ain’t even a SOCK out here to cover up with. She could…? Use something as a toga?! She’s so pent up and needy that she can’t THINK STRAIGHT. 

She flips over one of the end tables and then snatches a sheet off the bed. TOGA IT IS. Only, it’s fiddly and annoying and despite her horny brain, she can’t help worrying that her boobs will slip out if she doesn’t get it right. 

"Stupid... fucking... toga! Boobs! Work with me, damn it so I can kick the ass of that teasing idiot!" Epel snarls, then freezes in place as she hears the door knob rattle. Someone just unlocked it from the outside.

“Epel?” A voice calls at the door. Epel’s eyes widen, and a pang of uncertainty cuts through her angry horniness. That ain’t Deuce. Who…?

“Are you all right?” Neige calls as she walks into the room. She’s in some kind of white  school uniform, with a satchel slung over one shoulder.

"... Niege...?" Epel asks cautiously, glad that she got the toga on properly.  "Uh... um... where is... Deuce...?" 

"Hmm!" Neige sits perkily on the edge of the bed, with the satchel in her lap and a mountain of rumpled blankets behind her as though this is all the most normal thing in the world. "What is the last thing you remember?"

'Neige drugged me.'

The phrase comes to Epel like the sickening creep of heartburn. It feels like it's fighting against something... something deep and fundamental that doesn't want her to remember.

"Uuuuum..." Epel quails. She shouldn't tell Neige. If she does, then something real bad might happen. She’s gotta be careful…

"I woke up? And… there was food. I guess you left me food?” Epel offers.

“Is that all…?” Neige gives her a little smile. It seems hopeful.

“Uh huh…” Epel nods slowly, trying to hide her growing fear. The last thing she wants is for Neige to find out that she knows. It could be dangerous if... if...

Her head starts hurting. She swallows hard, feeling sick. 

"Uh…  I want... my clothes? Why was I naked?" She asks.

“WELL. We got a liiiiiittle too excited when we hooked up the other day, and now we have a teensy problem. Whenever you climax, your memory sort of resets,” Neige sighs, drawing circles on her satchel with the tip of her finger. “I think we’ve had this conversation… maybe ten or eleven times now.” 

".... WHAT?!" Epel shrieks, not able to believe it. She hooked up with Neige?! Her memory got reset?! ELEVEN TIMES?!?!

"That... that can't be! There ain't no way! Especially since... uh... I'm pretty sure I'm..." 

‘I'm with someone else!’ Epel shrieks internally. She takes a step back, and the panty thing chafes her thighs. Her head snaps down, and then back up at Neige in sudden suspicion. "Wait... are you the reason why my crotch is blocked?!"

“Blocked? Oh! You mean this?” Neige grins mischievously. She reaches into her satchel and pulls out a fist-sized packet wrapped in black, silk cloth. “It’s a teeny teleportation circle. I keep one with me, and you keep one on you. It lets me keep you close by in case you get lonely.”

Neige tenderly unwraps the packet. It’s made of polished wood that matches the panty thing, with a familiar metal ring inscribed with runes around the edge. However, unlike the one on Epel’s crotch, this one has a perfect, plump vulva in the middle of the ring. And when Neige gently drags her finger down the seam of the swollen labia, Epel feels it as if it were happening to her own body. 

"You… you were fingerin’ me?!" Epel flushes, eyes locked onto the 'toy.' That... that’s her pussy?! Neige turned it into a pocket pussy! "You perv! I outta kick your ass!"

“Perv~?” Neige asks in a teasing tone. “You’re the one who’s oozing all over my schoolbag. I had to change the cloth twice! But I don’t mind. I love to clean. Especially your messes.”

She holds the toy up to her mouth with a lascivious expression that looks eerie on her picture-pure face. “I bet you’ll feel better after I give you a talking-to. You’ve really grown to love my tongue.”

Her breath tickles Epel’s clit and sends a shiver of anticipation up her spine as she gives it a gentle kiss. Epel’s eyes go wide, feeling like she’s dropped into some strange, twisted movie. Especially when she feels her inner muscles clench, and slick dribbles wantonly onto Neige’s lips like she trained it to do just that.

"Don't… don’t you-!" Epel gasps. She should have realized this was all too weird. That Deuce would never pull something like this. 

“Mmmm~” Neige moans against her pussy, sending a gentle vibration across her clit. Her tongue gets to work in a way that thoroughly proves she was teasing before. It drags up and down her slit, probes inside her opening, and then swirls around her clit. The pace is knee-weakeningly fast and deft, sending a constant, swelling pulse of warmth and urgency into the pit of her stomach. Epel falls to the floor, trembling as she braces on her hands and knees.

"You... you...!" She moans. Her stomach muscles hitch, getting needier and needier. She starts crawling over Neige, intent on getting her pussy back. She makes it over to Neige’s feet, and clenches one hand around her ankle. With princess-like grace, Neige drops to the floor beside her. She coos wordlessly and runs her fingers through her hair. Epel's vision blurs as her eyes start to water. She tries to hold back her moaning, but she just can’t.

"Nngh!!! Nnnnnnnngggaaaaaaah... Please... please..." She arches into the pets like an animal, collapsing onto Neige’s lap with her butt in the air. Her pussy is throbbing, already so cruelly teased that she just can’t hold back anymore. Until…

Neige pauses and pulls back with Epel teetering on the brink of orgasm.

“Your memory… do you want to finish?” She asks softly. “Even though you’ll forget?”

Epel can barely see anything. Her stomach muscles are burning, and both of her hands are clenched helplessly around the panty thing. "F-forget…? B-but…" 

‘Neige drugged me.’ Epel hears it like a funeral bell in her mind. She can’t forget. She will never forget. She shakily sits up and reaches for the pocket pussy. "Stop... please stop... give it back..."

Neige's expression goes eerily flat and hard. She shoves Epel back down into her lap, and then her tongue dives back into her pussy with aggressive speed. Epel screams, grabbing onto Neige's skirt as her eyes begin to cross. 

"STOOOOOOOOOOOOP!" Epel clenches her legs together as if that could hold her body back. It’s so much, so much SO MUCH-!

Her body clenches, shaking and pulsing as a brutally-teased orgasm finally explodes through her. Her vision whites out, and then…

 

‘What was I doing...?’

She’s curled into a ball with both hands clenched tightly between her legs, hips jerking and her core muscles fluttering with wave after wave of baffling euphoria.

‘Why am I naked...?’

Epel can feel something terrifyingly powerful trying to reach into her head and change her memories. She sees an alternate world in which she and Neige have always been together. A princess and her beautiful, shiny apple, inseparable lovers forever.

‘Why am I here...?’

BECAUSE NEIGE DRUGGED ME!’ She screams into the void. She can feel how angry the world is at her. It bears down on her with the heat and fury of dragon fire, hissing that this is not her dream. She is a cog in a greater machine that has fallen out of place. She must return to place and serve her purpose. Everything else is right, and SHE is the only thing that is wrong.

And in spite of that…

Despite the way it hurts, and makes her feel scared and sick to her stomach, she holds onto that sliver of knowledge like a totem in the dark.

‘Neige drugged me.’

 

Arms are wrapped around her, holding her close. The smell of lemon is in the air. She's gently lowered into a tub filled with warm water as her vision slowly returns. She doesn't know where she is. She doesn't know what's happening. She starts to cry.

"Where... where am I...? I wanna… I wanna-"

She curls up tight, feeling so, so scared. She feels utterly alone, and all she knows is that Neige drugged her. She can’t even remember her own name.

"Help me... help me...!" She sobs.

“Shhhh… it’s all right.” A blurred figure gently murmurs to her in a kind voice. “I’ve got you. I know it’s hard, but soon you’ll be okay. We just need to try again.”

"Try... again...?" The nameless girl asks, her voice cracking as her body is wracked with sobs.

“Shhhh, let me wash you~” the figure soothes, sponging off her face with warm water. She lifts a strange, triangular thing off her crotch, and sets it down on the bathroom counter. A matching, wooden block is sitting right next to it, dull and inert.

“Hhh… hic… mmmngh…” The nameless girl slowly quiets down, trembling weakly in the bathwater as she allows this kind stranger to help her.

Chapter 15: Hellfire’s Desire

Summary:

Rollo Flamme x Malleus Draconia x Azul Ashengrotto x Idia Shroud

Trapped in a wall, enema, spanking

WELL THEN. That was actually a bit darker than what they were aiming for. The Watcher is not sure, nor invested in finding out whether the real Neige La Blanche is actually a freak to this extent, but it was still a joy to watch. It was such a joy that they wiggled three more prompts into the scenario! Mirror sex, amnesia, and orgasm denial. The amnesia was already kind of happening anyway, but gods! Epel was so stubborn! Holding onto that memory even though the spell was trying to rewrite her into a happier place, just like it did for Sebek! They’re a little worried that the paradox might never be resolved, and eventually Chenya will stumble onto them. That could get some draconic attention…

But Dream Epel has got to give in at some point. Who could hold out against Yandere Neige and her talented tongue forever? No one. Besides, they can always check in later to make sure Dream Epel’s mind has shattered properly. With any luck, Neige will still be making her do depraved, kinky things but she’ll like it instead of screaming and fighting.

The Watcher spends the next few nights filing data and making new models. Some of it is their actual job, but most of it is just experimental busywork. They’re just making sure that things settle back down before they do any more tinkering. Malleus has been ALL OVER Lilia’s dream lately, hopefully not looking too closely at his mom and his sworn guardian having kinky sex. Or maybe he is looking closely, they won’t judge.

They’re just starting to get bored enough to care a liiiiittle less about Rule Number One, when they stumble upon something… TRULY beautiful. See, at the time of the disaster, Royal Sword Academy had been hosting a student exchange program with Noble Bell. Rollo Flamme, the student body president of Noble Bell, was among the exchange students. He’s so stuck up and prudish that the Watcher never paid much attention to him. They’d assumed that his happy dream would be a world with no magic, where everyone walked in straight lines, ate plain croissants, and wore old-timey underwear. But THIS~

This is the raunchiest, sluttiest, guiltiest ravishment fantasy that the Watcher has ever seen! No influence needed! THE MAN DID THIS TO HIMSELF!

‘You freak. You glorious, slutty freak,’ they squee gleefully. Apparently, Rollo is a grade-A repressed type. He only wants debauchery when it’s ‘Against his Will.’ Most of it is standard ravishment fantasy, where he is captured and dragged kicking and screaming into toe-curling orgasms by his ‘Evil Foes.’ All such kidnapping is tightly under his control, of course. The moment he actually wants the scenario to stop or change, it does, usually just to make him orgasm even harder. It’s all pretty normal, really. It’s just fantastic that it’s THIS GUY, of all people.

Also, he’s incredibly creative. They see master and servant scenarios, corrupted monk scenarios, sexual punishments, war prize, gang bangs, possessive lovers, public humiliation, milked for magic and cum… Most people actually have an old favourite they go to and use over and over again, but the only thing that Rollo’s fantasies have in common is coercion, or blatant noncon.

Oh, and also HE’S always the sub and singular recipient of the noncon. It’s almost a little sad. Can’t the man imagine himself getting loved consensually? Maybe not. His deeply ingrained value of sexual purity might be so strong that this is the only way he can think to maintain it.

‘However it has to happen, my guy. Getting your rocks off is a basic human need,’ they muse, peeking into his dream’s metadata. Every dream has magical ‘footprints’ that get left behind whenever Malleus visits them. It’s the inevitable result of an intensely magical dragon stomping around and changing things. It also gives them a good estimate of which dreams get the most attention.

But this dream? To their utter shock and amazement, there are absolutely no footprints. None! Malleus avoids it like the plague! Which means it’s the perfect safe haven for future experiments, and very safe to peek in on~

‘Too much of a perv even for Dragon boi? My man, I APPROVE,’ They snicker as they start to peruse his most recent fantasy.

 

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Noble Bell College used to be a cathedral. The building still has its predecessor’s solid stone walls, intricate stained glass windows, and soaring ceilings guarded by grotesques and gargoyles. It is beautiful, even with the air full of steam, the windows darkened by soot, and the floor is littered with dead fire lotuses. Rollo stands panting amidst the wreckage, plans utterly foiled by the Night Raven College students. 

Three of them stand before him now, magestone pens raised and magic flickering in the air around them. Azul Ashengrotto, Idia Shroud, and of course, Malleus Draconia. Rollo’s lotuses may be dead, but he is still standing. And while that is the case, he will never allow these iniquitous creatures to go free. Even if it means that he will give his own life in the attempt.

"Malleus Draconia!" He bellows, magic so depleted that he can barely summon wisps of defensive fire. His clothes hang off of him in tatters, singed and torn by the magic that they have been hurling back and forth.

"You say my name so often that perhaps you should wear it," Malleus smirks, his own clothes fully intact. "But I wouldn't deny my companions the right to the prize that they have assisted me in winning."

He raises his hand. A wall of briar vines erupt from the ground all around Rollo's body, snaring his arms and shredding heedlessly through his clothes to wrap cruelly around his bare skin. Rollo’s heavily depleted fire spell barely singes their thorns.

“Please indulge~” Malleus purrs. He walks forward, and plucks the magestone pen from Rollo’s hand.

“THIS IS NOT OVER!” Rollo flails against the vines, chest burning with fury as he struggles to pull free.

"How generous! It will be an honour to see him unravel,” Azul smirks. “Actually, I think that this is over~ Idia which part do you want?" 

"You vile villains!" Rollo snarls, wincing as Azul grabs him by the hair.

"What do I want? A less noisy part," Idia rolls his eyes, and lightly taps on a long, briar thorn. "And a part that’s less pokey. Can we lose the thorns?"

"Yes, I suppose I could accommodate that," Malleus says warmly. The briars glow, twisting tighter and tangling up around Rollo's wrists as they squeeze together and petrify into stone. The thorns shed off into a scattering of spent magic, and once the air clears, Rollo is firmly trapped inside a stone wall. His wrists are captured together and thrust down between his knees, forcing him to stay bent forward. His waist is firmly ensconced, but his face and back are both open and vulnerable.

"Will this suffice, Shroud?"

"Awwww, you thought of everything," Idia smirks. "You two have fun!"

He saunters off behind the wall, trailing his fingers over the vine pattern as he goes. Rollo can feel the slight vibration of his fingers through the stone as he turns the corner, and begins to approach him from behind.

"Scoundrels! Villains! Heathens!" Rollo snarls. “Release me at once!”

Azul tightens his grip on his hair, and raises his magestone pen. A plug of ice appears inside Rollo’s mouth with the center hollowed out, forcing his mouth open wide. 

"This is simply the price for your failure, Rollo. Or did you think we wouldn’t charge a fee for everything you've just put us through? It’s only fair~ Don't you think, Malleus?" Azul purrs.

"To the victors go the spoils. You shouldn't think to challenge those who are your betters without paying the price of boldness~" Malleus agrees. 

“Ahhh-gnhhhh-” Rollo spits as Azul starts to unbutton his pants. The ice is very slowly melting, making cold liquid and saliva drip down his chin. He glares at Azul as he pulls a long, narrow cock out of his pants, then yelps as a flash of stinging pain explodes across his backside. A resonant SMACK-! Echoes from behind the wall as Idia slaps him with the flat of his palm again and again, until his backside feels like it's burning.

“Pay attention~” Azul coos. He grabs him by the hair again, and then shoves his cock deep into his mouth. Rollo chokes aa it hits the back of his tongue, tongue coated in sweet salty musk as reflexive tears pour out of his eyes.

“That’s better~” Azul starts to thrust. 

"Grk! Grk! Grk!" Rollo chokes as his throat is pushed into. He can barely pay attention to anything else, even when he feels Idia spread out his cheeks, and shove something hard and blunt into his ass. But instead of thrusting, a gush of hot, wet pressure pumps into his body, making his stomach clench strangely. 

“Shroud says that you’re filthy. He’s washing your insides,” Malleus says smugly. Rollo chokes helplessly, face flushing as the insult somehow penetrates even over the wet, sloppy sounds of Azul fucking his face. Him?! Filthy?! If only he could get his magestone back he would show them! But his vision is so blurred, and his head is so floaty. His mouth is freezing cold and sloppy from Azul’s ice gag. He can barely think…

"My my, I think he actually likes this,” Malleus smirks.

“Do you fantasize about being forced to give head~?” Azul chuckles, making his head bob up and down in time of his heart beat. “Perhaps I should make you a game to practice.”

Idia smacks him hard on the thigh, and the jolt forces him to push the enema liquid out of his body. It gushes out of him, leaving his knees trembly and his ass feeling loose and lasciviously open. Whatever was in the liquid has started to make him burn on the inside, and now the parts of his body that he normally doesn’t think about are sensitive and desperate to be touched. 

“HNNGH-!” He grunts as all he gets is another shove of that hard, unforgiving nozzle. His core muscles quiver as his insides are flooded again with hot, wet pressure.

"A game?” Malleus says with a merciless smile. “What manner of game would you propose, Azul?"

"Guuurhh…” Rollo chokes as Azul forces his cock in so deep that his pubic mound presses up against his nose. He shudders, forced to hold his breath as Azul runs his fingers condescendingly through his hair.

"I suppose it would be like that dance game, but for sucking cock. A screen would give him a song and a nice big dildo to suck, and if he doesn’t get enough points, we could apply a punitive shock to his ass~”

“Uuuaahgh…” Rollo chokes in protests. This second enema burns even more than the first, even though he’s trying to clamp down in some, reflexive attempt at decency. But that instinct is his undoing. Heat sears through his insides, making every inch of flesh between his legs feel swollen to the point of exploding. Despite his efforts, his ass loosens, and his lower stomach reflexively squeezes. The cruel liquid spurts out of him, making his breath catch and his cock twinge needily. His head is spinning, but he can still feel it as that nozzle goes right back in, flushing him out a third, and then a fourth and fifth time. His knees are quavering and barely able to support his weight.

“Idia says that you are exceptionally filthy,” Malleus smirks. “But even you can be washed clean~”

That nozzle comes back a sixth time, and the second it's pulled out, three fingers jam into his hole. They keep him spread wide as the liquid dribbles out of him and drenches the insides of his thighs.

“It’s Idia’s fault for picking the wrong end,” Azul hums, dragging his hips back and forth to dip the head of his cock just over the threshold of Rollo’s throat again and again. Rollo's neck bulges, and his whole face is a mess of tears and drool. He feels more filthy than when they started. He wants to burn everything down to ashes, to be hurt and burned and-

Hard fingers grab his cock and give it a punishing squeeze. Malleus quirks his head to one side, and chuckles cruelly.  “By what right do you seek any pleasure from your humiliation? You exist to be used, until we are satisfied, or your pathetic body breaks,” he murmurs.

A sharp, stinging pressure rams itself into the tip of his cock and then pushes deep inside. It’s followed quickly by metallic pressure that locks itself tight around the base of his cock and balls. Malleus holds up a hand, and an ornate, silver key appears in his palm.

“I will keep this~” he purrs, and tucks it into the front of his shirt. “And perhaps one day you can earn it back.

‘The thought of him on his hands and knees, wearing Malleus’ collar and begging him to use that key to free him…’

Liquid gushes over the back of his tongue and dribbles down his throat as Azul pushes himself deep and cums in his mouth. Rollo can feel him start to go soft as he just leaves it in there, using his throat like a cock cozy. Behind him, a thick, ribbed shaft shoves itself deep into his ass. His hole is already so broken open that it meets no resistance, even though his inner walls are acutely sensitive. The ribbing drags back and forth over his opening with blistering speed, and the shaft is so large that it pummels his inner sweet spot. Aborted droplets of precum barely squeeze out from around the sound as his cock tries to stiffen and can’t.

“Ah, it seems our fellow classmates have caught up to us. Azul mentioned games~ Can you guess who is fucking your slutty little ass like their personal fleshlight right now~?” Malleus chuckles cruelly.

Azul finally pulls his cock out of his mouth. Rollo retches, the ice plug finally melting enough to break apart and let him spit it out.

"Yes Rollo~! Tell us who you think is fucking you right now?" He beams.

"Ah... haaaaa!!! Devils... heathens-" Rollo grunts, choking on his words. 

‘SLAP-!’ Azul hits him across the face with his open palm. "Wrong. Try again~”

“Nghhh-!” He grunts. The cage cock bounces with every thrust and his fingers are getting slippery where lube has dripped onto them from above. He closes his eyes, struggling to keep himself from focusing on the way his core muscles are starting to clench urgently. Even though he would never say so out loud, he’s sure that this is Sebek. The sycophantic, half crocodile heathen-

The ribbed cock buries itself inside him and hot, wet release pumps into his body. He gets barely a moment of reprieve before another, much longer cock takes its place. This one is thinner, but with a pronounced head that seems to greedily scoop the previous load out of him to drip filthily down the backs of his legs. This one is the hyena trash, Ruggie…

“Stupid and slutty~ Azul, perhaps you should make him play your game instead,” Malleus suggests.

"Sure! This game is called, How Long Can I Stay Awake?" 

Rollo's eyes go wide as Azul summons a dildo that’s obscenely large and long. It's thick and knotted, and Rollo is sure that he'll lose consciousness if that thing goes down his throat for more than a minute!  "Open up." 

“Ghhh-!” Rollo tries to pull his head away, but there’s nowhere he can go. No resistance he can offer as Azul pries his mouth open again and shoves the dildo inside.

“Much better. If he can’t talk, make him choke~” Malleus purrs. Rollo's eyes roll up as Azul pushes the toy in and out, using his mouth and throat as if it were a pussy. His vision is already going dark, shrinking on every gurgled gasp of air.

Behind him, the cock pistoning into his ass starts to get even more rough and fast until it also gushes deep inside him. Again, he gets only a few, scant moments to rest which are utterly ruined by the fact that Azul is not letting him breathe before another is presented to his hole. This one slides in with sloppy ease, before a ring of short barbs around the base forces him to clench up and try to suck in a breath. It stings! His flesh has been made viciously sensitive by Idia’s cruel potion, and now this torture is utterly ruining his body.

Everything is so fuzzy. When Azul pulls the dildo out, finally letting Rollo take in air, he lets out a pained cry. His cock was so flushed, and felt so heavy. 

“I do believe that’s enough,” Malleus smiles. “You’ve all had your fun. Now it’s my turn.”

He snaps his fingers. Firefly-green magic wraps around Rollo’s body, wrenching him out of the wall, and teleporting him into a dark, private room somewhere deep in the Noble Bell dormitory. Without giving him even a moment to rest, Malleus tosses him onto the bed, and then crawls possessively on top of him.

"Dr... Draco-" Rollo coughs as his vision blurs. His voice is too hoarse to properly articulate his words.

“I said that you should wear my name. And now you shall~” Malleus purrs. He pins Rollo down by the neck, holding him in place as the finger nails on his other hand drag slowly down the skin just below his stomach. The marks they leave behind burn, and poisonous green light streams through his fingers. When he releases Rollo’s neck just a moment later, he can see a name spelled out in ancient runes on his body, just above his pubic mound. 

You are MINE.

Fiercely possessive magic shoots through his body. It feels as though searing hot water is being poured over every inch of his skin, making sweat pour down his sides, and his chest heave with ragged breaths. His eyes roll back into his skull, temporarily blinded by the forbidden intensity of the magic. He arches his back, an inhuman noise spilling out past his lips. Something like a startled, choking animal.

“How pitiful you are. Does my prisoner want an orgasm~?” Malleus asks smugly. He plucks the little silver key out of his shirt and holds it up so Rollo can see, taunting him. Rollo slowly reaches for it.

"Y-yes-" he pleads. He wants to be freed from the cock cage. His entire crotch is throbbing, begging for release.

“Very well~” Malleus purrs. He tucks the key back into his shirt and then flips Rollo over onto his front. His ass has been taken by so many different people already. It should have been impossible for anything to feel too big, but this does. Two heads are pressing up against his opening at the same time. As they start to push into him with firm, insistent thrusts, that underlying thrum of magic pulses through him. He can feel it seeping into his mind, capturing his attention and dragging it down. Down into filthy depravity and raw need so powerful that it might have set his mind on fire.

Be mine or burn in dragon fire~

"YOURS!" He screams. A surge of euphoria blasts through his body, rewarding him for giving in. His mouth and nose are full of the light, sweet scent of his draconic master’s musk as he slides into him, prying open his tight inner walls. The sting of being so thoroughly stretched only adds to the pleasure as a dry orgasm is forced on him, forced only for Malleus’ pleasure so that his cocks can be milked by his needy body, and not for his own. He feels so much, too much. He doubts that he could ever be normal again, not now that Malleus is so deep inside him, and etched onto his body. Malleus owns him. 

He's owned. He can never be alone again.

He's wanted.

“M-Ma-”

Rollo feels tears roll down his eyes at that revelation. Then, another orgasm rolls throughout his body, and he relaxes, going pliable as a doll. Inch by inch, his ass stretches and accommodates those double trouble cocks. He's drooling by the time Malleus is fully sheathed inside. His hole squeezes down rhythmically, hungry for the abuse, and thirsty to have Malleus’ seed planted deep inside him. He wants it so deep~ Deep enough that he can somehow, impossibly taste it when it happens~

“DRACONIA!”

Malleus starts to pound into him. Ragged moans his name that lift into screams of ecstasy pour from his mouth. He feels Malleus’ name burning on his stomach, stoking his inner heat as his core muscles hitch and quiver. The stretch and tactile friction of two draconic cocks prying him open and pumping into his ass pulses through his entire body. He doesn’t want to cum with his cock ever again. Leave him locked up forever if it means that it feels like this every time.

Malleus’ cocks start to twitch inside him, and then it comes. One final release of liquid pressure. His stomach bulges, but his cries are stifled as Malleus captures his face and forces a deep, aggressive kiss into his mouth. He kisses him through the entire orgasm, filling his mouth with his taste until his cocks finally start to go soft inside him.

Finally, it slows. Rollo's belly is left bloated, starkly obvious on his slender frame. The mark just below the swell glows a possessive, fiery green. 

Malleus finally breaks the kiss and nestles his face down into the crook of Rollo’s shoulder. Rollo can still feel him inside, slowly going soft but staying in place as though he belongs there. His breath slows and grows even, larger body protecting Rollo’s as if he were a pile of gold as he drifts into a gentle sleep.

‘Yours~’ he thinks with woozy euphoria as he falls into a comfortable daze.

 

 

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