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Bad End

It was... in retrospect... a terrible idea. He should have fled thefirst chance he had, he knew beneath all that bravado and confidence that he had bitten off more than he could chew. He should have never come this close to the Castrum, he should have bolted when he was sighted. So many should haves and could haves and would haves.

All for nothing now. Of course the place would have been well guarded, absolutely brimming with the empire's best soldiers, what with the newly crowned emperor within. He assumed of course that he'd merely be killed. After felling so many a man, fighting until he'd used up every last bit of aether he could spare, until his arm grew too heavy to lift and his footwork clumsy and slow, he only imagined he'd be shot dead right here upon this very field. In all honesty, he'd have preferred it, meeting a death so glorious, to die here and find himself reunited with long lost comrades. Finally absolved of twenty years worth of guilt.

Instead, bruised, exhausted and ragged, he found himself locked away and bound. Arms manacled behind him, unable to rise from his kneeling position on the floor due to the shackles upon his legs, he was left to ponder if perhaps there was a grander end meant for him. Twenty years a thorn in the side of the empire, after all. The last living member of the Crimson Duelists, what else could possibly await him other than death? Public execution seemed likely, one last humiliation before the end.

A... depressing thought, one he didn't consign himself to so quickly in spite of his fatigue. His fingers scraped against the manacles, seeking out any sign of a keyhole to pick as his head cocked towards the door, listening for the sound of approaching footsteps. If he could but have a moment, just a few moments... Perhaps he could still yet turn this all around.

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"Good whore," Tseng growled, delight and victory in his tone. Oh, he didn't believe that X'rhun would stay broken like this, but eventually, he would be broken and remain the hungry whore of a pet that Tseng had decided he would be.

Tseng shoved X'rhun's face to the bed before starting to fuck him hard and fast, determined to get the miqo'te to cum entirely from being fucked like a bitch in heat. His hips slapped against that upturned ass, the sound loud in the room, and his fingers dug into those slender hips, pulling X'rhun back as he thrust forward.

There was something so very satisfying at having this once powerful warrior reduced to nothing more than a begging pet, pleading with his enemy for pleasure and release. It was going to be wonderful to fuck him in the middle of Court where everyone could see him, and he was going to enjoy his new pet as often as possible wherever he wanted. There might be some objections, but honestly, better an emperor that fucked whenever he wanted while still progressing the Empire than one who was determined to ruin the Empire due to his ego and that of his psychopathic son.

"Who am I to you, pet?" asked Tseng, pulling X'rhun's head back by a firm grin on his hair. "Who will you scream for when you finally cum on my cock?"

Oh surely, there would still be a fight to be had later, when he had time to collect himself again. It wouldn't be as spirited, and every subsequent battle after would surely be shorter, more token, until the mage had been truly shattered and rebuilt.

For now though, Tseng had his hungry little whore. He hit the bed with a grunt, only to let out a wail as the bigger man began to fuck him in earnest. The slap of his hips against his ass was as loud as thunder to him, and with mindless abandon he rolled his ass back to meet them, driving Tseng's cock deep into his hot, needy hole with every thrust. He could only dimly hear his own voice through the din of his heartbeat in his ears and the sound of flesh on flesh, sobbing broken words of gratitude like a man possessed, "Thank you, thank you..."

His head was jerked back, and he gasped for air, sputtering and moaning and squirming. The question got a delayed response, if only due to the fact that it took a moment to penetrate his muddled senses. Slurring and stumbling over his words like a drunk, he answered him, his voice cracked and hoarse: "Master, master, my master, please please please, cum inside me, let me cum, please..."

The broken thanks were unexpected but very nice, especially as they came about without any prompting. The fact that they were coupled with those slender hips rolling back onto his cock was wonderful.

"Good pet," Tseng praised, his voice thick with lust. "You are allowed to come, but only from my cock fucking your ass. A whore like you should be able to easily manage that, to come as you're being bred like a bitch in heat."

He shoved X'rhun's head back into the mattress before leaning over his back to hiss in his ear. "That's what you are, aren't you? A hungry whore and a bitch begging to be bred. Only happy when you have a thick cock in your greed ass, fucking you until you can't walk, or a nice cock in your mouth for you to suck until you get a bellyful of hot cum."

This was such an ego boost to reduce someone to this sort of state, especially when they were such a powerful and cunning warrior to begin with. Oh, he could partially see Zenos's obsession with a powerful opponent, but Tseng was never going to have that level of obsession. He was perfectly content with his new pet whore.

His mind a clouded haze, he chased his climax, his nails biting into his palms as he gasped for air. Nothing else to break the laser focus on each thrust into him, no trace of pain as he was fucked wide open. Every second felt endless, molten, white hot pleasure crackling through every nerve. He could most certainly cum from this alone, he most certainly would, and at this rate it would be practically effortless to do so.

Even Tseng's words, vile as they were, stoked the fire of arousal, and almost robotically he nodded, sloppy and fucked senseless. A hungry whore, a bitch made to be fucked and bred, his holes only for the enjoyment of others. A fat cock in his mouth and another in his ass, filled to the brim and begging for more- Any words he might have now were gone, replaced by breathless sobs as he ground back against Tseng, squeezing his cock with every thrust, trying as hard as he could to bring himself to climax upon the other man's shaft. He rutted into nothing, precum dripping messily from his cock, desperate for any kind of friction. The brief moments where his full and swollen balls met with Tseng's body were bliss, and eventually, he couldn't stop the pleading that came forth: "Please let-let me touch- touch myself... touch me, I'm so close, so close so close please..."

Tseng's command had been clear, of course, he had heard it even in his debauched state, but gods above it hurt to be this close!

"Oh no, my pet whore, you're going to come from my cock or not at all," tisked Tseng, but he was nice enough to shift his hips, angling for that lovely cluster of nerves that had brought X'rhun so much pleasure again. X'rhun was going to have to learn how to cum from only Tseng's cock when he fucked his pet, and Tseng wasn't above letting him suffer until it happened.

He had to admit to himself that this was more arousing than he ever suspected, and despite his climax a bit ago, he was starting to draw close to that edge again. Well, after this time, he'd let X'rhun sleep while Tseng worked on his new clothes for the trip back to the Empire. Which would include a medicus to come in and ensure that nothing was strained in a bad way. He wondered how his pet would react to having a medicus putting his hands all over him while he was naked to ensure that X'rhun was fully healed from his experience.

Tseng glanced around the room they were in, an interrogation room turned sex dungeon, and he decided that he needed one of these set up in the palace to show his pet off. Not that he would tell his pet what he was doing. Perhaps even replace the glass windows with one-way mirrors that could be turned transparent at the flick of a switch. Wouldn't that be a lovely surprise for his pet?

He'd surely cum, it was a foregone conclusion, but his exhaustion had made him so impatient. Tseng's cruel refusal spurred a sobbing moan from him, clawing at the air as his toes curled and his back arched.

So close, he was so, so, so close- Finally, his vision went white, and a third, powerful orgasm rocked him down to his very core. His body squeezed around Tseng, the broken mage crying out in delirious, miserable pleasure as he came, riding out the aftershocks of his climax upon Tseng's cock. Again and again, he rolled back, trying to milk every last drop out of himself, every last ounce of pleasure, until the overstimulation left him breathless and numb.

Unknowing, uncomprehending of the humiliations in store for him in his near future, his eyes rolled back in his head, his body going slack. Whatever Tseng might choose to do would be allowed, what other choice did he have after all? He'd let the other man fuck him to his own completion without comment, even if it might be almost too much for his now overused hole to handle. Nothing but moans and incomprehensible noises of pain and pleasure, he was rendered half conscious and dripping.

The tight clench of that slender body around his cock drew a cut-off curse from Tseng before he buried his cock fully into that twitching, rolling body as he followed X'rhun over the edge of pleasure. He shuddered as he emptied his balls into his pet before he collapsed against his back, breathing hard.

It took him a couple of minutes to catch his breath, but when he did, Tseng simply pulled out of X'rhun and smirked at that red hole that was dripping with his seed. "Such a delightful look for you, pet. All open and dripping with my seed."

He wondered how X'rhun was going to enjoy being that open and empty for now. It was going to be nice to hear X'rhun beg to be filled again. He ran his hands over that ass, occasionally running a light finger over that red rim in a tease, wanting to hear a bit more begging from X'rhun. He had such a beautifully broken voice.

X'rhun drifted for a moment in a haze, his breath ragged and labored as tremors ran through his body in waves. He could feel the other man's cum trailing down his inner thighs, that gentle sensation alone almost too much for him to bear on his overheated, oversensitive skin. Being left cold, open and empty, however, was slowly becoming uncomfortable. Shameful, filthy, how quickly he'd adjusted to Tseng's cock stretching him out, and even though the hand upon his ass and the finger teasing his hole was overstimulating to the point of madness, he still could not bring himself to pull away with whatever little strength he still had left.

X'rhun's ass would ever be a fine thing to touch, years of travel and exercise so very visible in it's shape and feel. Firm, pert and rounded, the skin supple, smooth and soft. He jerked slightly to feel those fingers against his swollen hole, letting out a few soft, pathetic whimpers.

"Please... please... I'm so tired..." Even as he shifted his legs, the motion distinctly welcoming of whatever Tseng might see fit to press inside of him.

"Are you empty, pet? Is your greedy ass still hungry for more?" Tseng asked in a soft, soothing tone as if he was trying to comfort X'rhun instead of taunting him into further begging, more confessions of debauchery and lust. "Three climaxes in an hour and you're still hungry for more pleasure?"

Tseng could see that he was going to have to build up X'rhun's stamina to keep up with him in the bedroom, but that was fine. He was willing to let his pet rest for now while Tseng finalized their plans to return to Garlemald. He would even be nice enough to clean his pet up before letting him sleep.

He smirked as those legs shifted further open, the miqo'te's body being much more honest at the moment. While X'rhun might be tired and want only to rest, his body was eager and hungry for more. Soon, Tseng would have him trained so that his body's desires were all that mattered.

"No... No, no, no...." His thighs shook, and still splayed, he slowly tried to lower his ass to the bed. It didn't matter if Tseng's lap was in the way, at this point he would rest upon anything at all, his tail limply hanging to the side. Tired, he was so, so tired, all he wanted to do was to slip into oblivion and sweet, black unconsciousness.

"Puh... Pleeeease.... Tired..." His words slurred, and if he could, he'd bring his aching ass to rest either against the bed or upon Tseng's lap, shaking gently, his breath hitching. "No... no more... no more, no more..." It didn't matter in this moment how empty he was, how stretched open and cold he was left without something stuffed inside him. Even acknowledging that thought hurt, that on any level, he could long to feel something filling him up again, as dim and as buried a desire as it was.

"Just tell me, pretty pet," coaxed Tseng, keeping up that soft touch even as X'rhun's ass settled in his lap. "Tell me how empty you are, how you crave more pleasure, and I'll let you sleep."

Perhaps he was being a bit cruel, but he wouldn't get his pet trained any other way. Especially as he would quickly learn that obeying would get rewards, such as sleep. It would be quite easy to dangle treats in front of X'rhun for what Tseng considered good behavior, and soon, those treats wouldn't be needed as the miqo'te would simply accept the new behaviors as normal. Then Tseng would give him new things to earn treats.

A slow way, but it would be so very satisfactory once X'rhun was fully trained to be the Garlean Emperor's sex slave.

The reply at first was only a sob, each gentle little touch causing him to twitch and jerk under his hand. It was all too painfully clear that he'd not be left in peace if he didn't give Tseng precisely what he asked for, and he was so desperately, deliriously tired. He tried to pull away, the movement inelegant and feeble, unable to even clear Tseng's lap before he could only still his motions again with a breathless moan.

"I'm... I... Please fill... fill me up, please, I'm... so empty, I need m... m-more please... Fill me back u-up... up again, I need... Please I need more..." Anything, anything to get a reprieve, it didn't matter now. He couldn't think, he couldn't move, he could barely summon the energy to speak. Whatever would be asked of him in exchange for rest, he'd give it.

"Good pet," Tseng praised, pulling his hand away from that poor abused hole to gently shift X'rhun onto the bed on his side. He went to the cart and retrieved that slender plug from before along with a harness before he returned to the bed.

Settling behind X'rhun, Tseng gently lifted his tail and slipped the plug into that hole, and he grinned before wrapping the harness around those slender hips, deliberately locking the plug in place until X'rhun tightened back around it. "There you go, pet. Just rest."

The arms would be unfastened from behind X'rhun's back as it was quite obvious that the miqo'te was exhausted and not going anywhere. At least for now. Plus Tseng wanted to get his pet looked over by a medicus which would happen as soon as he was asleep. it would be a simple thing to have a guard summon one before he sent one of his servants to bring "appropriate" clothing for his new pet while he worked with his people to finalize their return to Garlemald. It was truly a fortuitous timing that had brought X'rhun to the castrum as Tseng had been on his way out, having salvaged everything he could before ensuring the charges were correctly laid to destroy the place. While the Eorzean Free Nations wouldn't be able to get anything of value from the place, it would make them curious about what he wanted to hide that they would waste precious time looking here and giving him the chance to secure the Empire against them.

He'd be boneless, easy to lift and shift about. In the time it took for Tseng to head to the cart and return, he didn't budge a single inch, his eyes already shut just within that short span.

Not asleep though, as dearly as he wanted to be. The plug was slipped back into place, garnering a pitiful whine from the broken mage, the harness ensuring that he'd not be removing the toy that was pressed inside of him any time soon. No, he'd not be running, not right now, at least. That much was abundantly clear. He couldn't even rally the strength to curl into a ball, his arms just tugged up to his chest as sleep began to claim him.

Perhaps he'd wake up to find it all a horrific nightmare, borne of nothing more than bad ale and some half formed ideation. He'd wake up drenched in cold sweat and shaken, but it'd be a dream... It'd be just a dream...

It was the only thought that soothed him now, a comfortable lie as his eyes shut again, leaving Tseng to do whatever he pleased as the miqo'te fell into a deep sleep.

The medicus was quick to arrive and easily took care of the strained shoulder as well as soothe the aches of any other activity, such as when X'rhun snuck into the castrum, and just as the medicus was leaving, the new clothes were brought in.

It took a bit of wriggling, but soon X'rhun was clad in an outfit that was from the latest Ishgardian fashions, if those repressed nobles preferred outfits made of sheer chiffon and satin brocade with the front barely brushing toe top of X'rhun's thighs. Sheer stockings were slid onto those powerful legs followed by boots that ended just below the tops of those stockings. The pointed heels might be a bit difficult for him to walk in, but Tseng knew they would cross that bridge when they came to it. The wrists, of course, were fastened behind X'rhun's back again before Tseng allowed him to truly sleep and rest.

By the time, X'rhun woke up, Tseng was fully dressed again and appeared as if he had been sitting behind a desk all day instead of tending to his pet.

He'd be woken up twice within that span of time. Once when the medicus attended to him, though the practitioner would get barely any acknowledgement from him. Whatever minor tearing had happened in his shoulder was easily dealt with, as well as the fully body ache, from Tseng's enthusiastic first session with him. There was no reason to intervene with the healing, though the medicus attending to him would receive nothing from X'rhun, save for an exhausted side eye.

It was the clothing that caused more of a stir. A bit of wriggling would be right: he'd be woken up again in the process, and the task of dressing him would be complicated somewhat as he tried to put his barely restored strength to use. No luck, of course, he'd not rested nearly long enough, and the medicus wasn't a miracle worker. He knew well the limits of white magic, and there was absolutely no way he'd be restored to fighting fit with the attention he'd gotten. Not consider the exertion he'd been put through. Each and every motion would again cause the plug to shift in him, nullifying that fight even further, until at last his arms were clasped behind him, and he'd be left to a fitful, miserable slumber.

The first thing he'd do upon waking again, of course, was to quietly try and test the bonds that held him, pointedly refusing to look at the risque, scanty little outfit he'd been forced into. Every little twist and tug would be almost highlighted by the material itself, the sheen of fine satin and stockings gleaming atop lean muscle. Never mind how the close fitting top lightly tugged and rubbed against the piercings on his nipples, his thighs shifting to try and protect the rings along his cock from the same.

Utterly degrading, even pulling at his bonds would be a shameful display, causing a warm blush to creep across his face until he was forced to cease all movement. Tseng's presence had been noted, of course, the bound mage casting him a look fraught with dread, coupled with humiliation from the very clear memory of what had just happened not long before. The recollection of his own wild pleading and how quickly he'd fallen to pieces in the other man's hands wouldn't soon be lost to him, the sound of his cracked and broken voice begging to be fucked still ringing in his ears.

Perhaps that was what kept him silent for the moment, waiting instead for Tseng to break the quiet.

The weak fight to dress X'rhun was noticed, and Tseng took pleasure in the tiny noises that came from his pet as he wrapped sheer and decadent cloth around him. Then there was how he woke up, shifting and curling up to protect himself, or maybe his new piercings, from whatever he was expecting. Tseng would have to change the plug out for something a bit larger today. Feed that hunger to be always filled and encourage the ache when he wasn't.

"Good morning, pretty pet," Tseng greeted, not moving from the chair he was sitting in. He had noticed the movement of the other, indicating a return to consciousness. He smirked at X'rhun, a dark cruelty to his lips. "You look lovely this morning. Why don't you stand up and turn around? Let me see you in your pretty clothes."

It was less a suggestion and more a polite order. Tseng wanted to watch X'rhun move in those almost there clothing and wobble on those heels. Once X'rhun was on his feet, Tseng would take him out of the room to oversee the finalized abandonment of the castrum before they left on the airship. Everyone was going to be able to see X'rhun, and Tseng hoped that the heels would keep X'rhun from running or trying to fight back, but if necessary, Tseng had a hobble that would be quite effective in keeping X'rhun from acting up.

The bindings wouldn't be loosening, and Tseng's 'suggestion' was heard loud and clear. Sleep and healing had restored at least some of the fight that had been in him before, tempered though it was now by the earlier lesson, so to speak. He'd be choosing his method of battle a little more carefully now, his ears flat against his head and his tail curled between his legs. Better to hide the gleam of the rings and the plug from sight, clinging to whatever scraps of dignity he had left.

"... I cannot get of the bed properly, with my arms bound." X'rhun's voice was hoarse and soft, broken from his previous cries and pleas. His gaze never left the other man, watchful and anxious, his tone forcibly even in an effort to iron out every last hint of a tremor from his voice.

"I won't be able to balance if I can't move my arms." He didn't need to try to be able to tell that much, he saw the heels of the boots that had been forcibly put on him. It was a test, really. An effort to see what his boundaries were, and how far he might be able to push them. The fact that it was the truth that he wouldn't be able to successfully push himself out of the bed and stand without the use of his arms was just an extra boost to his claim.

"You certainly can't get out of bed with your tail between your legs, pet," countered Tseng with a patient expression. "And you have to prove your intentions before I will release your arms."

However, Tseng did rise from the chair to walk over to the bed. Reaching out, he grasped X'rhun's arms before lifting him upright and situated him to sit on the side of the bed. "There."

With one as agile in battle as X'rhun, Tseng found it hard to believe that he wouldn't be able to get to his feet now without his arms, and if he started to fall, then Tseng would be there to catch him. But those arms weren't being unbound until Tseng was sure he wouldn't be attacked because it was slightly annoying right now to have to discipline his pet when there was a great deal more to be done so they could leave. Thanalan was too hot and dry for Tseng's taste, preferring the cooler climate of Garlemald or even the tempered climate of Kugane.

Of course, if X'rhun had as much difficulty as he was claiming, Tseng might be a bit lenient on his pet, but that would only come if he addressed Tseng in a proper and polite manner. SOmething X'rhun would have to figure out for himself.

His bluff was called, then. X'rhun hid well the miserable disappointment when Tseng moved not to release his arms, but to haul him upright and pull him to the side of the bed. The movement only added pressure and stimulation to the new piercings and the plug, causing him to hiss gently, before he sat gently shaking upon the edge of the bed.

He hoped it was annoying, he hoped he was inconveniencing the other man, even if it was all he was capable of doing right now. There was only so far he could press his luck though, that much he knew. After a moment, building up his will to move and gauging where he'd need to put his feet, he slowly pulled himself off the bed, wavering where he stood as he worked out where he'd need to put his weight in order to stay upright.

Tseng was right, of course, he knew he would be, when he had said that his tail between his legs would do him no favors. The skirt attached to the corset was doing so very, very little to cover him though. The position was changed, the fluffy appendage moving now to curl around his waist instead.

It took a moment, for him to meet the other man's gaze again, forcing it from the floor where he'd locked it as he stood. Sullen, cold, humiliated, but the fire that had burned so brightly in them before had been dimmed by the earlier training session. Standing, of course, only caused the toy inside him to shift and move, and he was well aware even now that walking would cause it to grind and push inside of him with every motion of his hips. And he was going to have to walk... The idea alone caused his breath to catch for a moment, evening out just as quickly as he shifted his weight in an effort to gain some respite. Already, the rosy bloom of a blush was starting to appear across his face again.

This day was going to be hell, wasn't it?

Annoying? Perhaps a touch when it seemed X'rhun had been doing his best to bluff about his abilities. That had certainly been another reason why Tseng had ensured X'rhun sat on the edge of the bed, pressing against that plug as his pretty piercings were played with.

Tseng watched with that same small smirk as X'rhun slowly rose to his feet, wobbling a bit before he found his balance, and that smirk only grew a bit when those eyes lifted from the floor to meet his. Oh, there was a fire still in them, but it was dampened some from what the miqo'te had gone through the night before. Tseng didn't want to extinguish that fire, but he also knew that such a fire could easily burn him if it wasn't carefully banked.

"See, pet? I knew you could do it," Tseng praised, reaching over to run a hand through the white hair. "you just needed a bit of encouragement."

His other hand pulled a leash out of his pocket and clipped it to the collar X'rhun still wore. "Now you should be aware that the needles in your collar are hooked up to a sensor. If they are moved too much, say someone tugging on the collar in a way to either damage the one wearing it or the collar itself, the sensor will activate the failsafe, causing a powerful sleep agent to be released into your body and keeping you asleep until the antidote is administered."

Meaning that if X'rhun tried to pull on the collar hoping to use the needles to end his imprisonment, he would find himself unconscious and helpless to anyone who happened by until the antidote was given.

Once he was sure X'rhun understood what he was saying, Tseng started to walk towards the door, the other end of the leash in his hand. He was wiling to go slow, give his pet time to get use to walking in the heels, but he wasn't going to stop.

It was a difficult task to stand in the boots, to be sure. The heel was far more pronounced than the flatter, shorter, more sturdy ones he'd grown accustomed to, and even standing in place saw him wavering unsteadily. If standing was this difficult, he couldn't begin to imagine how difficult walking at any decent pace was going to be, let alone run.

Any escape attempt he might try to concoct would have to wait until his arms were free, where he might stand half a chance of removing the boots. Something that, at the moment, looked like it was going to be a grueling trial to achieve. Trust was somehow, some way, going to need to be built... if only so he might take advantage of it.

The glare was broken for a moment as Tseng carded a hand through his hair, grimacing as even that gentle motion ever so slightly challenged his tenuous balance. The leash, while unsurprising, still caused his heart to sink, the threat of what might happen should he yank too hard upon it a chilling one. Death after all, would be too good a fate for him now. Were he to collapse somewhere and be rendered totally helpless, he'd most certainly still awaken a captive... and no doubt in far more dire straights than he was before. He said nothing, though his mind was starting to tentatively piece together the ghost of an idea. There must be some way of removing the collar without disturbing the needles too much...

Thoughts and plans that would now all be shoved inelegantly and quickly to the wayside as Tseng began to walk. Unfortunately, almost all concentration was going to have to go into keeping upright... a task made all the more difficult as he quickly came to the obvious realization that he was about to be paraded throughout the castrum. That was going to make keeping his balance all the more difficult, as resigned depression suddenly changed to cold apprehension and humiliated panic. There was a moment where he tried to lock himself in place, before the warning he'd just received sprang back to mind.

So instead, he stumbled, catching himself as he sank his teeth into his bottom lip to stifle the lewd and wanton moan he made as the plug pressed and rubbed against his prostate. Tseng wouldn't be stopping, and so he had little choice but to force the next few steps, the miqo'te's tail wrapped over and around his hip to hide his slowly hardening cock. The skirt, after all, did nothing for that, if anything highlighting his state, chiffon ruffles almost tenderly framing it from behind the fur of his tail.

While there might be a way of removing the collar without the key or disturbing the neelds, Tseng would ensure that X'rhun would never be able to get his hands on anything that would assist him in such a situation. As soon as they were in Garlemald, the leather and metal collar would be replaced with one that was pure metal and impossible to cut. Only the best for his pet after all.

Tseng gave X'rhun enough attention to ensure the miqo'te wasn't trying to hurt himself with the collar and was still able to walk in the heels at the pace Tseng had set. One of the guards had already taken X'rhun's weapon as well as the remains of his clothing and stashed them near one of the bombs. The idea is that if anyone found them, they would believe X'rhun had been caught in the explosion and died, thus ensuring none thought to search for him, leaving him completely at Tseng's mercy.

The second they stepped out of the room, there were eyes turning towards X'rhun, desperately trying to see behind that fluffy tail or under the sheer fabric, wanting to know exactly what their emperor had decorated his new pet with. Many of those looks were hungry, as if they wanted to see what sort of noises they could get from the miqo'te or what he might look like on his knees with his tail in the air. Tseng was highly aware of all those looks and was encouraging them, pausing now and then to let X'rhun catch his breath or his balance even as he ran a hand over that nice ass or down his front to lightly caress his decorated cock.

"You're beautiful, and everyone here wants you, pretty pet," Tseng murmured as they stopped near a courtyard where troops were moving, loading things onto an airship. Eyes were turning their direction again even as people continued doing their jobs. "Can you feel their eyes on you even as you make them hard in their pants? They're all so very jealous that you belong to me right now and would love to see what sort of noises they could get you to make."

He reached down and curled his fingers around X'rhun's cock, lightly stroking it as he did his best to coax that fluffy tail away to expose his pet to everyone.

From the very second they left the room, he felt those eyes on him. Strangers all, and countless many of them. For all he'd try to hide the front of him with his tail, the sheer fabric still left little to the imagination, the silhouette of the mage's toned thighs and rounded ass easy to see, as well as the suggestion of the plug. With his tail otherwise occupied after all, there was nothing to disguise the shadow of it against pale skin, pressed firmly against the curve of his ass.

X'rhun's face burned, the blush now having crept up to the insides of is ears, all brilliant pink against white hair. The little touches Tseng saw fit to give, the other man's hand running over his rump, his fingers tracing his now hard cock, kept threatening to force him to stumble again in distraction. Every little misstep of course only heightened his awareness of the piercings and the toy, the corset pulling gently on the little rings through his hardened nipples, the roll of his hips with each step working the plug inside of him. More than enough to keep him hard and hot beneath Tseng's hand, but nowhere near enough to bring him even close to cumming. A blessing and a curse all in one, spared one humiliation for the pain of another.

They stopped, and by the Twelve, he wished they didn't. He couldn't bear to look upon the ship as it was loaded, knowing full well he'd be on it soon too, never again to see Ala Mhigo, nor could he stand to raise his eyes from the ground to look upon the hungry stares of lustful soldiers, indeed practically feeling the gaze of countless men raking over his body. Tseng's words were as poison, and he bared his teeth as he spoke.

"Twelve as my witness, should anyone else touch me, they'll soon find themselves regretting it." The edge in his tone was blunted somewhat by the hoarseness of his voice, and the breathy quality that touched it as Tseng wrapped his fingers around X'rhun's cock. The tail, however, stubbornly remained. In fact openly attempting to curl tighter around him, as if he meant to get it in the way of his hand.

"Them and you, as well."

The sight of that blush, that bright pink against white hair, was adorable and made Tseng even more hard in his pants. Oh, he loved how the little actions showed what X'rhun was going through. How his nipples were being rubbed by the corset and the rings tugged on even as he did his best to hide his hard cock behind his tail. There were also the little twitches that showed whenever the plug pressed and moved inside X'rhun.

A chuckle slipped out of Tseng at the hoarse threat even as those eyes refused to rise from the ground. "How interesting that you swear to your gods, yet there is none here to help you," he tisked, not letting that tail get in the way of fondling that pretty cock. "Soon enough, you will come to accept your life, and you will realize the truth."

He leaned down to whisper in one of those beautifully pink ears. "I am your new god."

One of the men walked over and saluted Tseng, waiting patiently to be acknowledged. Tseng didn't remove his hand from X'rhun's decorated cock as he partially turned, drawing attention to it in his own way. "Sir, the airship is fully loaded and the explosives are ready to detonate as soon as we are safely away."

"Very good. We'll depart as soon as the men themselves are aboard," Tseng ordered, and the man saluted again before hurrying off to spread the order. Dragging his hand up the hard flesh his fingers were curled around, Tseng turned towards the most heavily armored airship there. It didn't look any different from the outside than any of the others, and that was a deliberate design, but there were armed guards bracketing the ramp into the ship, and Tseng casually strolled up it with X'rhun behind him.

"Captain, send word to the other ships that I would like to leave as quickly as possible," Tseng said settling in a seat and pulling X'rhun into his lap. "I would not wish the Eorzeans to belive we have overstayed our welcome."

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Last post for tonight

Sleep well!

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Sorry in the delay replying. Been an exhausting several days.

That's okay, IRL always comes first. I hope you're feeling okay!

Yeah just adulting *sighs*

Always the worst, adulting is no fun

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My dragoon is now a bard! *grins* Saturday is for FFXIV.

Yeah just adulting sighs

My dragoon is now a bard! grins Saturday is for FFXIV.