Had this been told to him at any earlier time, he'd have shown nothing but scorn for the idea. A distraction on top of a pleasure pet, at best a façade that might leave any potential saviors or usurpers blind to any real danger. Unwillingly forced to play a part in ensuring a truly foul man remained in power.
But at this point, X'rhun no longer had the energy to summon up that righteous anger, that virtuous rage. Part of him was simply too tired now to bother, so far from home with escape now little more than a distant fantasy. The rest of him... he wasn't sure which feeling was stronger; the fear of yet more punishment, or the desire to sink back into these petty, physical comforts and let them smother and drown both his shame and that aching desire for freedom. To even imagine a chance at escape hurt nearly as much acknowledging how thoroughly and truly trapped he was.
And this quiet, confined, soft and gentle moment in privacy was comparatively so comforting. Strip away the last two days, put another person behind him, he'd scarcely see issue in it at all. The teeth at his neck shook him from any possible deeper deliberation, his breath catching in his throat as he met the reflection of his own gaze in the mirror. Tired, desperate, hungry for any tenderness after so many hours of humiliation, and with his tormenter just behind him and apparently so willing now to show some miniscule form of mercy. It wasn't freedom, but then... He wasn't about to taste that ever again, was he?
His hand had all but stopped its motions along his cock, his fingers entangled with Tseng's upon it, the mage's length fully aroused with every little movement causing the bell set in the ring to chime softly. Distantly, he was aware he was shaking, from his own exhaustion or from some pent up emotion now he could no longer tell.
"... Only you." A quiet echo of what Tseng had said moments before. "Please... I can't bear the thought of more." Of being a court pet, the idea alone was a cold and terrifying one. He'd beg exclusivity from the Emperor himself, plead to be fucked on his cock and his alone, to avoid any threat of a far darker fate.
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But at this point, X'rhun no longer had the energy to summon up that righteous anger, that virtuous rage. Part of him was simply too tired now to bother, so far from home with escape now little more than a distant fantasy. The rest of him... he wasn't sure which feeling was stronger; the fear of yet more punishment, or the desire to sink back into these petty, physical comforts and let them smother and drown both his shame and that aching desire for freedom. To even imagine a chance at escape hurt nearly as much acknowledging how thoroughly and truly trapped he was.
And this quiet, confined, soft and gentle moment in privacy was comparatively so comforting. Strip away the last two days, put another person behind him, he'd scarcely see issue in it at all. The teeth at his neck shook him from any possible deeper deliberation, his breath catching in his throat as he met the reflection of his own gaze in the mirror. Tired, desperate, hungry for any tenderness after so many hours of humiliation, and with his tormenter just behind him and apparently so willing now to show some miniscule form of mercy. It wasn't freedom, but then... He wasn't about to taste that ever again, was he?
His hand had all but stopped its motions along his cock, his fingers entangled with Tseng's upon it, the mage's length fully aroused with every little movement causing the bell set in the ring to chime softly. Distantly, he was aware he was shaking, from his own exhaustion or from some pent up emotion now he could no longer tell.
"... Only you." A quiet echo of what Tseng had said moments before. "Please... I can't bear the thought of more." Of being a court pet, the idea alone was a cold and terrifying one. He'd beg exclusivity from the Emperor himself, plead to be fucked on his cock and his alone, to avoid any threat of a far darker fate.