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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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Even as far gone, as degraded and humiliated as he was now, he could not, would not bring himself to feel any measure of guilt over the soldiers he'd slain. Had he but taken down more, after all, perhaps he'd not be here now. A cold thought, even now, to have. One that didn't linger long either, all fading into frazzled, lustful, panicked static as Tseng refused to stop teasing him.

If anything though, it was dark and solid confirmation that he'd find no mercy here from anyone else. He'd empathy, after all. Enough empathy to know damn well that no one would feel so inclined to risk their neck here to save a man who'd cut down their countrymen the day before. If anything, this might be seen more as just desserts. Well deserved punishment for a twenty year long dissident, to be broken down in public and openly used by the very person he'd attempted to kill. That thought stuck hard and fast, grinding any flickering hope of mercy into the dirt just as surely as Tseng's skillful touch along his pierced and painfully aroused cock did.

Again and again, he tried and failed to close his legs, to pull himself away, each attempt weaker and more token than the last before he was left to slump and tremble against the man holding him, panting, whimpering and moaning as Tseng's teeth and lips met his neck. He knew he was being prompted to offer something just as debauched as being fucked before the crew. No matter what he promised, it'd be just as humiliating as riding Tseng's thick cock before a lustful audience.

Regardless, his tongue was loosened, and the mage was desperate. "Any-anything... Anything anything you want, my hands, my mouth, anything- just not... not this please..."

"Not what, pretty?" asked Tseng, still gently teasing that hard cock, coaxing more dampness from the tip with an amused smile. "All I'm doing is touching you."

Oh, there might be one or two people on the bridge who might be sympathetic to X'rhun's plight, but they weren't going to risk their necks for someone who was obviously the Emperor's favorite pet at the moment. It hadn't been that long ago that madmen who didn't care who they hurt or killed as long as they got their way had been in power. Tseng was turning into a more reasonable ruler, but considering those he had replaced, that wasn't saying much.

Tseng was enjoying himself almost too much, but it was so pleasant to see the proud warrior mage broken to pleading with just some touching, a revealing outfit, and a simple toy. Oh, he could hardly wait to hear the rumors flying around the palace once they reached Garlemald. Those were going to be especially delightful, and if any did make it back to the Eorzean leaders, they didn't have much of a leg to stand on in requesting X'rhun back. The miqo'te had been caught trying to kill Tseng after killing others in Tseng's employ without any provocation thus Tseng was within his rights to sentence X'rhun appropriately. The fact that the sentence had been decided without a trial or any legal entanglement was just details as far as Tseng was concerned.

X'rhun would spend the rest of his life as Tseng's sex toy and it was going to be glorious to watch the proud warrior mage crumble a little bit more each time Tseng played with him.

Perhaps twenty four hours ago, he'd have held out a little longer. Bitten his tongue, prayed the other man would get bored... But the events of the night prior had been all too revealing for him. There would be no respite, it would be either playing by Tseng's rules, or nothing at all.

In this case, 'nothing at all' being kept on display and edged from here all the way to Garlemald for the viewing pleasure of the crew. He buckled, wholly aware of how quickly he was folding what with the added pressure of so many eyes upon him. "I don't want to cum here, please..."

In full contrast to the way his thighs trembled, to how pink his face was and how openly and brazenly aroused he was. "I don't- I don't know what to offer you, take anything else, anything else..." His voice had dipped into a soft, hoarse, pleading whisper, the miqo'te's head hanging in shame, his eyes shut against the sight of his hard cock in Tseng's hand.

"I rather think you do want to cum in front of everyone here, to show them how much you enjoy your pleasure," Tseng murmured, enjoying the way those things trembled and the pink flush to X'rhun's skin. He was a delightful example of miqo'te lust, and Tseng was happy to share the sight with others. "You love being the center of attention, letting everyone see your humiliation even as you enjoy your pleasure. It is that lovely dirty slut that you hide so much that you want to show everyone."

He softly laughed, wicked and delighted, in X'rhun's ear as he continued teasing that hard cock. "You want to ride my cock in front of everyone, to get lost in your pleasure because that little plug you're wearing isn't nearly enough for your hunger. It only teases, it can't satisfy."

After a few more strokes, he released X'rhun and gave him a small nudge. "Get on your knees between my legs," he ordered, his voice firm as he watched, wanting to see how the miqo'te would react. "You're going to suck my cock until I come down your throat or we reach Garlemald. Your legs will be spread and your tail lifted to show off your pretty plug and hard cock. If you fail to display yourself to my orders, then you will be riding my cock for the rest of the ride."

He'd known that whatever was demanded of him in exchange, it would be just as shameful. There would be no escaping total humiliation, the only difference would be in what form it would take. Tseng's venomous words permeated his mind, each and every syllable as sharp and cruel as a knife between his ribs. Paradoxically, perversely, for as foul as the other man's softly spoken insults were, they only fueled the fire of arousal burning in the pit of his stomach.

Unable to bring his bound hands to stifle himself, Tseng's every little touch along his hot and hard arousal continued to prompt gentle, miserable whimpers from him. Every motion of his hips, no matter how hard he fought to hold them still, every upwards stroke of Tseng's hand, caused that plump and dripping shaft to dip and bounce, the piercing upon the head glinting brightly. Again the memory of the promise of bells upon the rings crept back into his mind, and cold apprehension settled in. As terrible as it was now, the future held only deeper, more cutting degradation. Soon, even those not looking would know all too well what the miqo'te was doing, or what was being done to him.

Finally, he was released, and with that gentle nudge X'rhun slipped to the floor, shaking. He'd have a cock stuffed inside of him one way or the other, either buried in his ass or filling his throat, and one could only be vaguely considered little better than the other. He'd pleaded for this, for the chance to not be brought to orgasm in public. Rewarded for his pitiful pleas with the chance to swallow Tseng's cock instead, with the obligation to display himself as he did so. The face that greeted Tseng as he looked up from the floor was damp, tear stained and flushed, the mage's ears pinned against his head as he searched for one hopeless moment for some shred of mercy.

... It wouldn't come, of course. He'd shift, inhaling deeply, sharply, as he did so. Settling between the other man's legs, resting upon his knees, X'rhun's long and fluffy tail lifted as he moved forward, resting his chin upon the seat. His hands bound as they were, he couldn't undo the other man's trousers... and it no doubt didn't occur to him in this state to attempt it with his mouth alone.

The skirt would be easily lifted by his tail however, legs splayed wide, pierced shaft and tender, full balls exposed, the plug so firmly stuffed inside his ass easy to see as his hips rolled back.

If there was one thing everyone could attest to was that Tseng was patient. He was the slow poison that got into the mind and soul of someone before they even realized he was there, and he gleefully took their confidence and eroded their sense of self. It was his standard method of operation as he sought to psychologically defeat his enemies before he physically defeated them. Each word he dripped into X'rhun's ears was designed to continue what he had started the night before, and from the miserable look on the miqo'te's face, it was working.

He watched with a sharp, pleased smile as X'rhun slid to the floor between his spread legs and rested his chin on Tseng's seat. The tail lifted as those hips rolled back, revealing every little decoration that Tseng had placed on him, and Tseng reached down to stroke a hand over that pale hair and pinned ears.

"Beautiful little slut," he purred before unfastening his pants and pulling out his hard cock. "Soon, you'll know exactly what to do when you're on your knees between my legs, but for now, I want you to suck my cock and show everyone here how much you enjoy being my toy."

Another little chink in that armor that was crumbling, and he was looking forward to when X'rhun eagerly lifted his tail for Tseng even if he still protested and blushed in humiliation. He hoped X'rhun never lost his shy nature even as he grew to enjoy sex with Tseng.

To any passing by behind the miqo'te, it'd surely be an inviting sight. The mage's pert, firm and toned ass lifted, the plug keeping him just lightly stretched and ready for use plainly exposed. Clearly so close to cumming, balls plump and full, hard cock dripping needily, it'd appear as if all it would take would be a one good, firm stroke to drive him over the edge. The condition only highlighted further by the shaking of his legs, visible at his inner thighs, the way his tail twitched and his body worked subtly around the plug.

He grit his teeth at first, as if Tseng's words physically hurt, unable to look at him or his thick, hard cock for a moment. Instead his eyes shut tightly, feeling Tseng's hand run across his head, like a master stroking his obedient little pet. Precisely as a master would stroke his obedient pet. Obedient, as he opened his mouth after a moment, his tongue gliding up along the bottom of the other man's cock as he readied himself to swallow it. Tracing a prominent vein up to the tip, before taking the hot, firm head into his mouth, clenching his hands until the nails bit into the skin of his palms.

Slowly, in an attempt to avoid gagging himself, he would take a little more of Tseng's shaft, feeling the head press firm against the roof his mouth before sliding back. It easily filled his mouth, thick as it was, and soon enough it'd be pressing against the back of his throat. Try as he might, he'd still not entirely adjusted to the man, and though he struggled to suppress the noise, the gentle sound of a soft, wet gag was heard. As it had been the night before, he found himself forced to stop, breathing out hard through his nose with his lips wrapped tight around Tseng's large cock. As it had been the night before, as hard as he tried to keep silent, a miserable and humiliated moan still escaped him, humming long and low along Tseng's shaft.

The tail dipped for a moment as his focus shifted, trying to take just a little more in, his tongue working along the bottom of it as inch by inch, he swallowed the emperor's cock, unable to keep himself from the occasional whimper, from the occasional gag. Soon enough however, the miqo'te's tongue would be close enough to press against the base of Tseng's sac, his nose flush to the other man's lower belly as his eyes briefly opened to look upwards, his face pink with humiliation and burning arousal.

The look of humiliation and lust on X'rhun's face was a delight, and Tseng merely waited, still stroking that pale hair as those eyes closed in frustration. He was patient and he was more than willing to wait. His patience paid off as X'rhun opened his mouth, and Tseng hummed in delight as that hot tongue moved up his cock.

Every bit of X'rhun showed his misery and his lust, how on edge he was, and Tseng was almost tempted to order one of the men to jerk X'rhun off. ALmost because he was a greedy man and wasn't one that would share very well. Oh, he had no trouble with showing off X'rhun and fucking him in front of other people, but it would take someone extraordinary for him to share his pet.

He groaned in delight as that hot mouth started slowly moving down his cock, and he wasn't silent in his pleasure, the noises mixing with the muffled noises coming from X'rhun. He knew there were plenty of eyes turning their way, and each one would be focused on the scantily clad miqo'te with his hard cock, heavy balls, and shining rings. "Definitely going to give you pretty bells for your rings, pet. Let you make even more pretty music."

Hot eyes continued to watch X'rhun as more and more of his cock disappeared between those pretty lips, and Tseng's fingers briefly tightened on white hair as the miqo'te's nose pressed against his skin. "Such a talented slut you are, taking my cock all the way down your throat. Not many can take me down like that. I definitely have a special pet in you, pretty."

He had to take a moment, as much as it pained him to do it, to adjust yet again, swallowing around the heavy cock buried in his mouth and throat. Once, twice, three times, before pulling back with a wet slurp, managing a deep breath of air through his nose as just the tip remained in his mouth, before the mage descended again. This time, just a little faster, a little smoother, though no less accompanied by little noises of exertion and discomfort. He could practically feel those eyes upon him, and again the tail dipped almost by instinct, desperately wishing to hide his shameful arousal. One that, by the looks of it, wasn't about to dim any time soon. If anything, judging by how his hips shook and swayed, he only seemed more aroused, as if trying in spite of his earlier protests to gain just a little friction against his leg.

Once again the image of bells was driven into his head, this time answered by a long, low moan, as the head of Tseng's cock slid down his throat. Bells chiming with every motion of his head as it bobbed up and down along Tseng's cock, bells ringing gently as he rolled his hips, rutting into nothing like a desperate whore. The cruel, backhanded compliment elicited some slurred, muffled protest, nothing that inherently mattered, what with that cock stuffed in his mouth. It nearly sounded like 'no', quite nearly, but the clouded, almost absent look starting to cross his face now suggested that even he himself was starting to believe wholly otherwise.

Not when he was now easily deep throating the other man's cock, no longer gagging or choking as he sucked noisily upon it. Down, up, down and up again, breaking away for a moment to gasp for air as a thin trail of saliva connected his bottom lip to the head of Tseng's cock, the miqo'te left openly panting like an animal in heat.

"A greedy, desperate whore. That's what you are and tried so hard to hide from the world," purred Tseng, smirking as he continued stroking his pet's hair. "You fought so hard against Garlemald, against other things you figure were an injustice to others, all in the name of hiding your true nature from the world. Now, you don't have to hide what you truly are, pet."

X'rhun was gorgeous on his knees with his lips around Tseng's cock, and Tseng enjoyed the sight of those hips rolling in his desperation to seek out pleasure. He could almost hear the bells chiming with each movement, and Tseng decided that the corsets X'rhun wore in the future would end below his pectorals to expose his pierced nipples and allow the bells that would be hung there to chime freely.

When X'rhun pulled off his cock to gasp for air, Tseng reached down to rub a thumb against that swollen lower lip, smiling with pride in X'rhun's skills. "Do you want to cum, pretty? To chase your pleasure and finally spill your seed, emptying your aching balls?" he asked, his voice dark and seductive as his words carried to his miqo'te. "Is that what you want?"

They were getting ever closer to Garlemald, and if X'rhun wished his pleasure before they landed, then he was going to have to be quick with answering. Otherwise, he was going to be walked around not only on the end of a chain but also hard and dripping for everyone to see.

It wasn't true, he wished to argue. To scream back with as much venom as he could force into his voice, that Tseng was a liar. That he'd been forced into where he sat now, that he despised every second of it, hated being used by a monster, for the sake of nothing more than pleasuring him.

He wished so dearly to say it, but all that came instead was a sob, another pitiful, muffled, unimportant word spoken around the cock in his mouth that he still sucked so eagerly on. Messily, loudly, saliva trailing down his chin as he spread his legs just a little wider, took him down as deep as he could get him, swallowing so hungrily around him as if the thought of his cum filling his mouth wet his appetite more than the finest dish.

Tseng's thumb would not be met with teeth, just his tongue, pink and warm and lapping gently at the tip. The mage's ice blue eyes stared back up at him, hazy and filled with tears, broken and miserable even as he nodded dumbly along with the offer. Yes, that was what he wanted. Choosing his shame, he'd rather be paraded through the street sated and debauched then fully, plainly aroused for all to see.

"Please... please, yes... It's... it's what I want..." Slurred and clumsy, he made no attempt to take his head away from the hand that held it, the words choked and forced out as he rocked his hips gently, working at the plug inside him as best he could without his hands.

That broken and miserable gaze, framed by tears, was beautiful, especially when it followed how enthusiastically X'rhun had been pleasuring his cock a few minutes earlier. How quick to crumble again, and Tseng wondered how long it was going to take before the fire and protests of earlier were going to come back. They certainly made it all the more satisfying when Tseng reduced S'rhun to this begging creature who only thought about pleasure.

"Stand up and turn around," Tseng ordered, his voice soft even as his smile was cruel. "I'm going to remove your pretty plug, and you're going to fuck yourself on my cock until either I cum in your tight ass or we land at Garlemald. You will not stop when you cum but keep going. Should you stop after you cum, I will ensure that you are once more hand and begging to be fucked as I lead you off the ship."

Not that he wouldn't leave X'rhun in such a state if it amused him, but this was a test of how eager X'rhun was to please Tseng in exchange for his own pleasure as well as what he would do to avoid potential future humiliations. He knew it was going to be hard for the miqo'te to continue after that first climax due to being overly sensitive, but X'rhun would have to weigh the potential consequences of Tseng's promise versus his own desires.

Numbly, he obeyed, well aware of just what was being asked of him. It surely wouldn't take long, in the state he was in, to climax, and every motion he made after that would be close to agony. It was a prospect that did nothing to hinder or slow him however, his motions almost robotic as he stood on shaking legs to turn and present himself to Tseng.

Doing so, of course, only revealed to him how many people had stopped to watch the show, and his gaze slid off whatever spectators had paused in their work, to lock upon the floor shamefully. There was no hiding how hard he was, the miqo'te's fully aroused cock lifting the light, delicate and short fabric of the front of the skirt, still so visible even as he bent just enough for the other man to pull the plug from him.

And indeed, the moment he did, Tseng would be rewarded with instant obedience, X'rhun relying upon the other man to assist him in guiding that thick, fat cock inside of him. Balance would be an issue, of course, the matter only complicated as the thick head of the emperor's cock began to press past the tight ring of muscle. Even with the plug, the fit would still be so tight, made doubly so by the fact that the mage had to support his own weight, his muscles tensed and firm.

As it had been the night before, every inch was a slow, deep, intoxicating burn, stretching him wider and wider the further down upon his cock that he sank. Stopping wouldn't be an option with his arms bound like this, he'd just have to adjust as quickly as he could manage. Tseng would be treated to the sensation of the mage's hot, tight body twitching and working around him, those satin inner walls clenching firmly around him as his ass finally, delicately, met flush with the other man's pelvis.

It wouldn't be a silent process either, of course. It wasn't long before gentle, delicate whimpers turned to low, sweet moans and gasps, a sharp groan escaping in a burst as the head of Tseng's cock slid past his prostate, and then again as he was fully seated inside of him.

For a moment, he couldn't move at all, on the very edge of cumming and desperate to prolong the moment. After all, climaxing now, so quickly, would only make carrying out Tseng's orders all the more difficult...

Tseng was patient and more than willing to wait for as long as needed for X'rhun to move, and he smirked as he watched the miqo'te slowly stand and turn. Casually flipping the sheer skirt to one side, Tseng pulled the plug out of that tight ass, taking his time to enjoy watching that hole stretch around the silicon. Once it was out, he placed a hand on X'rhun's hip to help guide him back onto the hard cock that awaited him.

Oh, X'rhun was deliciously tight! Tseng gritted his teeth, strongly resisting the urge to simply pull the miqo'te fully onto his cock. No, this had to be done entirely by X'rhun, if only to show how far the once proud warrior had fallen. Besides, the threat of being turned into a sex slave would work much better than randomly killing people who betrayed him.

Those sweet sounds that fell from those swollen lips mixed with the general noises of the bridge, and Tseng knew that everyone here would be doing their best to watch X'rhun or somehow sharing this experience with those not as fortunate later. He could feel X'rhun trembing and knew he must be close with all the teasing and tormenting he had endured. That didn't mean that Tseng was going to let him sit there for more than a few moments before his hands came up to slide into the top of that corset, fingers seeking out those ringed nipples.

"You certainly are tight for such a slut," Tseng growled, letting his words carry to those around them as he pinched and tugged on those pretty nipples. "Or was that all part of your appearance. The determined martyr who sacrificed his lust for a misconcieved notion of justice?"

All he wanted was but a few moments, just a few moments to gather himself and allow that high peak of arousal to subside even just a little. Too much stimulation would push him over the edge, he was so infuriatingly, terrifyingly close... But Tseng had no intention of letting him sit untouched for too long.

The corset had long ago slipped below his nipples, the silver metal brilliant and bright against deep pink flesh. The little buds were hard, perked and pert, sensitive to the lightest touch. Something as abrupt and indelicate as a pinch was more than enough to cause him to jerk with a sudden cry, prolonged into a desperate whine as Tseng tugged at and played with them. In earnest, as if it might convince him to relent with both his touch and his words, the mage began to move, rolling his hips back and down to grind the other man's massive cock deep inside of him. His body tensed and squeezed around him, before he'd lift himself up, and then sink back down again. Slowly, carefully fucking himself upon Tseng's cock.

"Just fuck me... just fuck me, please..." Don't hiss such terrible things in his ear, don't grind salt into those open wounds. "Take me, fuck me, please..."

Those sweet cries mixed with that slow action were almost enough to drive Tseng over the edge alone, knowing how far the once proud warrior mage had fallen and so quickly too. It was wonderful to know that he was responsible for such a fall.

"Oh no, my pretty slut," purred Tseng as his fingers continued plucking and playing with those sensitive buds. He loved the sight of X'rhun writhing like this. "If you want to be fucked, you have to do the work this time. Consider it training to figure out how best to move now that you're not a martyr who will sacrifice his pleasure for whatever silly cause you were chasing."

He heard the pitch of the engines change and smirked. "Might want to hurry up if you plan on coming before we land, pet, because we're getting close."

And it would be a delight to walk X'rhun around with his pretty cock all hard and eager, especially as it would humiliate the miqo'te further. There was so much Tseng wanted to do to him, to train him to accept, and it was going to be a pleasure each time X'rhun fell a bit farther.

The pitch of the engines changing invoked the same sudden panic as the glimmer of a once unseen weapon might have once, or the snarl of a provoked beast. The pain it threatened though, went beyond the physical agony of an interrupted orgasm. The thought of being paraded through the streets and halls, in an open state of debauchment, undone and messily aroused, was enough to cause his heart to try and crawl into his throat, and it was all the incentive he needed to try to chase his climax.

Even should he cum before they reached the ground, even should he be forced to ride Tseng, overstimulated and exhausted until the other man came inside him, at the very least he'd not have to suffer another added indignity, right? His breath hitched as Tseng's thumb and forefinger pinched and rolled one rosy, ringed and hardened nipple between them, his lips parting, mouth open as he soon found himself forced to pant for air as his pace picked up. That slow, measured pace, careful and wary due to the sheer size of the other man, soon turned to one almost bouncing. Panting and whimpering grew to cries and moans, his hands twisting and working against the restraints that held them. Not in any effort to escape, but in frustrated desperation as each bounce sent an electric shock of pleasure straight through him, orgasm building but oh, if he could just touch himself.

The frantic bouncing in his lap was delightful, and Tseng smirked as he continued to tease those nipples. He wasn't sure he wanted X'rhun to actually come, not when he could be paraded through the halls looking like a desperate sex toy. Of course, this was all up to X'rhun, to be honest. Would he be able to get Tseng to climax before the ship landed fully? Or would the ship land, letting Tseng pull that tight body off of him before either had found satisfaction?

The pitch of this ship's engine shifted again, signaling that they were getting even closer to the ground, and Tseng leaned forward just a touch. "You have maybe a minute before we land, pretty toy," he purred, his tone dark and taunting. "And I'm not close to coming yet."

Perhaps a bit of a lie, but Tseng was going to push his slave as much as he could, wanting to see what the desperate miqo'te would do as time was quickly running out. Of course, instead of leading him around by a leash at his throat, it would be quite amusing to lead him around with a leash attached to one of the rings in that pretty cock. Perhaps the one at the tip, drawing the eye and making sure everyone stared at him? That sounded like a fine plan."

Maybe a minute to bring Tseng, and then himself, to orgasm. If he thought himself capable of it, he'd have merely focused upon his own climax, they'd have to get off the ship when it landed anyway, and at least he'd be spent. It might mean working himself to exhaustion in some form or another later on for it, but it'd still mean some merit of saved dignity. At least, for the moment.

But he was well aware he'd not be able to do that, it was already something of a trial to cum from being fucked alone, without anything to press his needy cock against. No friction, not even the relief of it brushing against his leg, and with the ship nearing it's dock, it seemed far more likely that neither of them would climax before the airship touched down.

Even now, however, some thin fragment of him remained unbroken, though it'd only serve to benefit Tseng far more than the former mage. He could have given up, fallen limp and breathless and waited for the inevitable. Indeed, for a moment it might seem as if that was what he intended on doing, as he sank back, pressing flush against the other man. Instead however, it was only to bury Tseng's cock as deeply as he could manage inside of him, the motion driving the air from him for a moment before his hips rolled, the entire length of Tseng's thick cock squeezed so sweetly within the miqo'te's tight, fit body. The sound the once-warrior made was nothing short of whorish, a stuttering, breathless moan as his head rolled back against the other man's shoulder, the full body shudder that followed the motion no doubt thrumming right through the Emperor's cock.

The fact that X'rhun was still trying to get Tseng to come before himself was a wonderful delight. He had thought the miqo'te was going to give up and accept his fate of being paraded in front of everyone aroused and exposed. He hadn't been expecting that tight body to take him in as deeply as X'rhun could before rolling his hips, ensuring every tight muscle rippled around his cock.

"You may think me cruel, pet, but you will find I can be quite generous when properly motivated," Tseng whispered in a soft ear as one of his hands dropped from those pretty nipples to curl around that hard cock jutting so proudly from between the miqo'te's thighs. With how desperate his pet was, he doubted X'rhun would last long after he touched him, and Teng planned on coming in that wonderful ass after X'rhun did. Of course, Tseng would get the delight in having his pet walk around with his seed staining those slender thighs, and the leash attached to that pretty cock was still on the table as a good idea.

He hadn't expected the other man to even try to touch him. After all, he'd refused to do as much the last time. Part of him had already resigned himself to the idea that every climax, from here on out until the day he was no longer of any use to Tseng, would have to be fucked out of him. So the sensation of fingers curling around his aching cock was almost enough right then and there to send him over the edge, the sheer surprise of it intensifying the sensation. He gasped, jerking his hips upwards into Tseng's hand, before resuming his motions in eager earnest, fucking himself on the other man's thick cock as he rutted almost gratefully into his hand.

The thought of being lead out of the ship a dripping mess hadn't yet occurred to him, his mind clouded, all thoughts only capable of thinking ahead to his next, quickly approaching climax. With fluid, perversely graceful motions, the outline of lean and firm muscle accentuated by the revealing, indecent outfit, he'd roll his hips upwards into Tseng's all too welcoming hand, before impaling himself again and again on the cock buried within him. The miqo'te's cries were occasionally interspaced by words, broken, thoughtless, slurred thanks and keening pleas for more, cut off as he tried to bury his head in the crook of the other man's neck.

"Come for me, pretty pet," crooned Tseng, still stroking that nice cock as X'rhun seemed to go wild, greedily chasing his pleasure on Tseng's cock. While he might have wanted the miqo'te to walk off the ship with a hard cock, watching him like this was so much nicer! Especially with how the story and rumors would spread from those who were watching X'rhun move. All that skill and grace in battle, reduced to the Emperor's sex toy.

It was gloriously ironic, and Tseng loved it.

Just as the thump of the ship docking reverberated through the air, Tseng lightly pressed his nail into the sensitive underside of that pierced head even as his other hand sharply pinched a nipple. He had already show X'rhun's body that pleasure and pain were intertwined under his hand, and now it was time to see if his body was learning what his mind didn't want to fully acknowledge.

That painful pleasure was the only way X'rhun was going to find completion ever again.

He'd broken faster than he had the night prior, the pleasurable, humiliating torment he'd endured having weakened him. That resolve had only crumbled more under the weight of an entire audience to witness him, the inability to hide himself and total loss of control like corrosive acid to his endurance. X'rhun had never stood a chance the second Tseng had trotted him out in public, dressed like a whore. It had all been inevitable, no matter how he'd tried to deny it. In some basic, instinctive attempt to protect himself, all concentration and concern had shifted utterly and entirely away from the thought of being watched, for the sake of his own sense of self worth he'd shut out the feeling of eyes on his bare, sweat slicked body.

It only served to further Tseng's pleasure, of course, but he could no longer bring himself to be concerned about that.

The former mage gave a quavering, sharp cry as the Emperor's nail pressed against that still so freshly pierced cockhead, and the ring through his hard, fully perked pink nipple intensified the sudden and quick pain of the pinch. The intermingling sensations took him to the very edge, and it was that final full press downwards, burying Tseng fully inside him, that finally pushed him over. The other man's cock, fully sheathed in his tight body, felt almost impossibly massive as his climax rolled through him, the miqo'te's body tightening sharply around him as he spilled himself into Tseng's hand.

The powerful orgasm left the broken warrior a dripping, softly keening mess, having gone mostly limp following it. Still, laying back an overheated, overstimulated wreck, he worked his hips against him, having not forgotten the order that he wasn't finished until the other man came. He couldn't even distinctly realize that the ship had landed at this point, all X'rhun knew was that he wasn't done yet.

The fact that X'rhun was a mess after that explosive climax and was still trying to follow Tseng's orders. It was so wonderfully delightful and enough to make Tseng pull him down on his cock with a groan as he came.

"What a good little pet you are," Tseng purred in an ear before pressing a loving kiss to a flushed cheek. "So obedient and responsive. It's going to be a joy to show you off to my court."

He lifted X'rhun to his feet, giving the miqo'te a chance to catch his balance on the heeled shoes he was wearing as Tseng tucked his spent cock back into his pants, fastening them up. Tseng rose to his own feet as well before pulling a chain leash out of his pocket, and he stepped in front of X'rhun, making sure the other was watching him as he reached down to clip the chain to the ring in the tip of that pretty cock.

"Come along, pretty. There's still a great deal more to be done before we can settle in our rooms for the night," Tseng stated as he started towards the loading ramp, confident that X'rhun would follow him without risking his pretty cock being damaged. Plus, everyone would see the miqo'te in his slutty clothes with Tsent's seed on his thighs, and the humiliated misery that was cloaking him.

He trusted his servants to have his rooms redecorated the way he had requested as well as hoped that the Imperial goldsmith had created the decorations in question or was very close to getting them done. Tseng knew that it did take time to create special items, and considering what Tseng had asked for, it would probably take a bit longer than normal for his order to be fulfilled.

There were more people bustling around the landing platform that was attached to the airship tower, and Tseng ignored them all as he casually left the airship with X'rhun. One of the people in an officer's uniform hurried up and saluted Tseng before starting in on an official report. Instead of continuing his walk like he normally did, Tseng stopped to listen to the man and issue orders, aware that the entire time, X'rhun was going to be on display.

The other man's seed filled him, in his mind just as completely as his cock did, hot and burning. Tseng would certainly be able to feel that tight body clasped around him shiver and tremble as his climax passed in waves, with every breath he took. X'rhun could feel, with sharp, oversensitive clarity, the kiss placed on one hot cheek, and all the answer that he could give to the threat- no, the promise of being displayed like this yet again was a soft, exhausted sob.

He'd not have long to collect himself. He'd not really have much of any time at all, honestly. Pulled off of Tseng's cock, he was instantly left feeling cold and empty, doubly so as cool air struck his slick, damp thighs, wet with seed and lubricant. No, the former mage would only have just enough time to steady himself on weak, shaking legs made all the more unstable by the heels, before the other man would produce the chain leash. Helpless, he could only watch as Tseng clipped the lead onto the ring set upon the tip of his spent, sensitive cock, unable to keep from gently shaking in exhaustion and misery. No, there would be no concern here about yanking, not with that there. His breath caught as Tseng began to move, swallowing back the brief rise of panic at the growing anxiety of potentially tripping.

Each step would be careful, quickly calculated though obviously unsteady. Weak legs and impractical footwear would see to it that his pace would be measured, trying to keep from falling too far behind, to where he'd ever have to hasten his steps. Flushed, blatantly and clearly debauched, he'd be a sight to behold in that short skirt and pulled down corset as Tseng led him down the gangplank, only to be forced to pause as the other man stopped to listen to that report. Every piercing visible from the perked pink nipples to his neatly shaved cock, he didn't have to wonder why his captor decided to fritter his time away now. Not with all these eyes to bear witness to him. His own gaze had now locked upon the ground, there was no where else to look that might spare him the humiliation of meeting someone elses stare.

Even that direction of course would be marred by the sight of his own pierced cock, and the chain clipped to the ring upon the head, and the fear of falling, or missing the cue to walk again, kept him from shutting his eyes against it. No, he stood there, red faced and shamed, ears pinned against his head even as he made no effort to hide himself with his tail anymore. After fucking himself upon the Emperor's hard, thick cock in front of the entire crew, what would even be the point behind trying to hide his shame now?

I hear the diamond weapon ends pretty satisfyingly

I haven't made it past Emerald because I haven't fought that yet *laughs*.

Emerald is a bit of a bitch yeah, but nothing out-bitches Hades Extreme. Never again!

*laughs* I still need my doggos. Not gonna start extremes until ready to drago farm.

The only way I'll run Hades EX again is if they raise the max level so I can do it unsyched

*laughs* so true!

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Just wanted to say that I'm loving this thread and playing with you.

<3333 I'm having a great time, sorry I take so long to reply.

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Sorry this is so late, the last week has been Hell Week

Amen and pass the blankets!

We'll get through thiiiis

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God I'm sorry I'm so slow

I haven't made it past Emerald because I haven't fought that yet laughs.

laughs I still need my doggos. Not gonna start extremes until ready to drago farm.

laughs so true!