"Zenos was a rabid dog and his father mot much better," Tseng replied, simply lifting a brow at that accusation. Really, how thin-skinned and insecure did X'rhun believe Tseng was? He had no shame in murdering his way to the throne, not when Ascians, war, and rebellion were all around them while the scientists were running rampant with their experiments. To save the Empire, the diseased had to be trimmed.

The knife moved again, and this time it was the smallclothes that drifted to the floor. Stepping back, Tseng sheathed the knife as he took in the pale skin before him, a hungry look in his eyes. "I'm undecided on if I like those boots on you or not, but I have plenty of time to decide."

He gathered up all the scraps of clothing to dump next to the door before he wandered back towards X'rhun, that hungry look still on his face. "Protest all you like, pet, but it will not change what you are. Which is mine!"

Casually, Tseng started stripping, folding his clothes, and putting them aside in a place where X'rhun wouldn't be able to get to them easily. This not only showed off Tseng's body with its own littering of scars but also his large cock which was starting to harden. Most people somehow appeared vulnerable when they were naked, but Tseng just seemed that much more in charge of everything.

"Don't worry. Soon you'll accept your place and even beg to pleasure me, pet," Tseng said, running his hand down the miqo'te's chest to just above his cock. He was going to ensure that X'rhun ached to be filled and stretched by the time Tseng was done training him.