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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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"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?

The click of those heels was enough to get a small smirk from Tseng, and a brief glance showed that X'rhun wasn't attempting to hide behind his tail anymore. Oh, that was perfect, and Tseng was going to enjoy this new attitude greatly. Even if it was burning shame more than anything else.

He nodded to the soldier reporting before issuing a few orders, and the man saluted before hurrying off. Tseng turned to fully look at the mortified miqo'te and tisked, jingling the chain a bit to get his attention. "You should show a bit of pride in your position, pet," he said, reaching out to curl a finger under X'rhun's chin to lift his face. "After all, not just anyone could be my pet and companion."

A work in progress to be sure, but Tseng had faith that there would come a day when X'rhun walked with his head up, shoulder's back, and a shy blush on his cheeks.

He started walking again, making sure to give X'rhun plenty of time to realize that before there was any strain on that pretty cock. The chain attached there was more to draw the eye of others than do any lasting damage to his new property. Tseng was sure there would be a report or two slipping back to Eorzea from a few of the spies that he had yet to weed out, but there was legally nothing any of the leaders could do about the situation since this was the result of an unprovoked attack against him and his people. X'rhun wasn't being executed after all, and none of them had a say in how he punished the criminals in his lands.

Tseng did so love legal loopholes after all.

The rooms Tseng led his toy to were richly decorated without being gaudy, and there was a velvet-lined tray waiting on the main table containing a fancy collar and several matching rings with either a sparkling jewel or a bell.

"Ah good, Your new jewelry is here," Tseng said, stopping next to the table. He unhooked the leash before quickly and expertly changing out the various rings, ensuring that each nipple had a belled ring as well as the top of his cock. The plain collar around X'rhun's throat was removed before the fancy one with scrollwork and jewels was fastened around his throat. The discrete needles sliding back into his skin, and Tseng wasn't worried about X'rhun doing anything as there was a buildup of the chemicals in his body from wearing the first collar without rest. It would take at least a day without the chemicals being pumped into his body to allow him access to his aether again.

"There you are. A proper pet," Tseng said with a smile as he led X'rhun over to a full-length mirror to get a look at himself. He unfastened those wrists, curious to see what the miqo'te would do now even as he pressed himself against X'rhun's back, one arm snaking around that corseted waist. "Why don't you stroke your cock, pet. Get yourself nice and hard while listening to the music you make."

It was less of a request and more of an order, and Tseng patiently waited to see what X'rhun would do.

It'd been too much to hope that this little parade through the airfield and into the palace proper would be the entirety of his humiliation. That perhaps all Tseng would desire would be the image of the broken mage unsteadily following behind him, a blushing, dripping mess. The rattle of the chain and the gentle, delicate tug it would place upon the piercing broke the haze his mind had been retreating into, his head easily lifted by Tseng's finger crooked beneath his chin to flash him a briefly startled look. 'Companion'.

"Pray, don't call me that." His voice still cracked and soft from all the noise Tseng had teased out of him for two days running. 'Pet' perhaps. 'Slut' or 'slave' fit it. Companion tasted too bitter, ground on his ears like a worn down and rusty wagon axel through an old wheel. Too tender at the moment, but time would soon wear away even that sensitivity. It hurt now... But who knew what the next few days would bring?

The former mage didn't even consider the idea of spies, though it'd certainly make sense. Sooner rather than later, the city-states might hear of his capture. Perhaps Ala Mhigo might attempt to barter for his return, but even if they should... well. It'd be up to Tseng whether or not he'd be allowed to leave. X'rhun's decorated body and public humiliation, the treatment he'd received up until this moment, the time and effort poured into breaking him, suggested that the Emperor might not be so keen to allow even a broken and impotent mage to so easily leave his custody. Even should General Aldynn have the time and resources to attempt a tradeoff, the chances of ever seeing Ala Mhigo again a freed man already seemed more like a distant dream than anything else.

He knew what would be awaiting him in the room, he didn't have to speculate; the fine rings and collar upon the tray were nothing but expected. He'd barely had time to recover from his last orgasm, before again he'd have hands upon his cock, his breath coaxed out in soft, shaking gasps as the rings were switched out. One upon him, every little shiver and shift of his weight caused a bell to ring ever so delicately, and he could imagine how much louder the bright little chime would be, bent over and fucked. There had been a fleeting hope that perhaps he might feel his aether surge yet again when the collar was removed, but no such luck; even in the brief moments before the next collar sank its needles into him, there wasn't even a stir within him. Still as silent as the grave, the severance between him and his magic a yawning chasm.

X'rhun swayed, as he was presented before the mirror, shaking in Tseng's embrace as he looked at himself. Blushing, debauched, he'd not look out of place in a brothel now. The very picture of wanton lust, with the edges of the top of the corset lightly brushing against his nipples, the bells upon the rings sounding so paradoxically cheerful as they jingled and chimed at the swell of his chest. His hands free, he could very well try to harm him. He still had claws, did he not? He could try to do something, finally presented with the chance to strike. He could whip a hand back to get in a blow, try to force the other man's hand and achieve that warrior's death.

He could, and for a moment, in that long hesitation as his hands shook, it seemed as if he just might. Instead, however, the hand that had slowly inched upwards only made it as far as his half aroused cock, tracing upwards only ever so lightly for a moment until his index finger reached the bell. It brushed against it, and as if the chime were a signal, with a shuddering sigh he wrapped his hand around his pierced member, careful not to disturb the rings as he gave it a long and firm stroke.

"... Are you to have me again?" How could he not be spent? X'rhun's trembling hand didn't leave off as he spoke, staring at both his own reflection and Tseng's in the mirror as his thumb rolled over the tip of his cock, sending off another sweet little chime from the bell. "How are you not sated...?"

"How can I be sated when I have a glorious companion before me?" Tseng countered, having heard that broken plea earlier and filed it away to use against X'rhun until it no longer drew a pained response from the miqo'te.

His hands slid from that corseted waist to run over those slender hips and just above his hairless groin. "Tell me truthfully, pretty pet, do you ache to be impaled again? To be filled and stretched just to appease the discomfort that comes from being empty?"

Would X'rhun confess such a thing, giving Tseng more to use against him? Or would the once proud miqo'te deny any such feeling? Tseng was curious to know, because he had a private playroom just beyond the bedroom that would be perfect to help that ache develope and grow inside X'rhun until his pretty pet begged to be filled all the time.

He shouldn't have protested so, and now he could only steel himself, for as much good as that would do, against the oncoming and constant usage of that word. Until it would inevitably wear down what remained of his defenses, and become synonymous with his position.

Hands over his waist, fingers above his hardening cock which felt as if it'd gotten barely an hour without stimulation these past two days. What would happen if he said yes? The same if he refused? What good would disagreeing even be now? And yet... Even now, knowing how pointless an argument would be, core personality was still core personality. He couldn't make it so easy, he couldn't admit to something like that so readily. There was nothing even left to defend of his honor at this point and yet here he was, still clambering for scraps of it, as if unable to swallow back the words; "Take of me what you will, I've shamed myself enough these past few hours for your lust. I won't give you more."

It was spoken in spite of his hand upon his cock, indeed at the other man's behest, utterly contrary to the motions he made. No matter what excuse he could concoct for it, they'd all be a lie at this point.

Tseng wasn't surprised by X'rhun's lack of answer to his question. He knew it was going to take time and effort to grind down that pride, but it was amusing at the defiant words tossed at him even as that hand continued to stroke that decorated cock, the sweet chime of a bell an ironic counterpoint to what X'rhun was saying.

He hummed and gently pressed loving kisses to that bare shoulder and up X'rhun's throat, avoiding the collar to not draw attention to it for now. He supposed that it was time for a bit of honey to appease and possibly confuse X'rhun a bit more compared to the lemon he had currently experienced at Tseng's hand.

"You're gorgeous like this," Tseng murmured in an ear as his fingers drifted over that swollen cock to caress those heavy balls, gently tugging on rings seated in tender skin. he could feel a bit of stubble from the hair growing back, and he would have to do something about that to permanently remove the hair there. "So defiant yet so hungry for attention. Is it any wonder I can't keep my hands off of you?"

It was easy for Tseng to strip out of his clothes, leaving them lying in a pile on the floor as he pressed himself against X'rhun's back. His hard cock nudged against that long tail to press against that firm ass in a tease for them both even as his hands returned to roam over skin and brocade.

"Look at yourself, X'rhun," he ordered in a soft voice, using the mage's name for the first time since everything started as he worked to create an intimate atmosphere between them. Not one of captor and slave but of two lovers enjoying each other once again. "The flush on your cheeks, the heat in your eyes. How your pretty nipples are hard and rosy against your skin, teasing me as they peek out over the top of your corset. I could stare at you all day like this."

Reaching down, he tangled his fingers with X'rhun's hand, helping to stroke that pretty cock even as he deliberately slowed their strokes, turning their combined touch into a tease for the miqo'te. He resumed his gentle kisses, coaxing X'rhun into relaxing and enjoying the soft, gentle touches that were such a contrast to the earlier demands and humiliation in front of others. This could almost be seen as a reward for X'rhun's earlier good behavior.

He could say anything he pleased, stand here and argue until he ran out of breath, that he'd fight till he fell, that he'd defy if nothing else the spirit of an order, but it really didn't mean that much now, now did it? Not with the other man pressed up against his back, his own aroused cock in his hand, making no effort to push Tseng away or indeed still his own steady strokes. All sound and thunder, that was what his argument was. It'd barely been forty eight hours and yet as the Emperor's hard length pressed against him, his tail shifted to the side with barely any prompting, that lesson having already rooted itself firmly in his head.

X'rhun's eyes hadn't left the mirror, he'd both watched and felt the tender kisses up along his shoulder and neck, and if he had no knowledge of the reality of his condition, he could have almost believed the image before him was of two lovers. The hand that joined his as he stroke himself caused the briefest moment of weakness at the knees, and Tseng would feel the miqo'te buckle for just a moment, pressing back against him at the sudden flash of pronounced pleasure that radiated from his touch. Just as quickly he worked to steady himself again, even as his breath caught in his throat and his strokes became arrhythmic and unsteady.

The order to look upon himself drew more attention to the gleam of gems set in the rings, and the chiming of little bells, sharp and clear in his ears. And for a moment, all that existed was that sound, and the feeling of Tseng's fingers curling around his own, slowing his motions and dragging from him a soft, frustrated sound. If he was hoping to confuse him, it was working; he still sat on edge, waiting to be called a whore, waiting to be further torn down, waiting to feel a hand curling into a fist in his hair or the sensation of Tseng's cock being worked inside him yet again.

It didn't come, of course, and the deliberate move to slow him only confounded the mage further. After all this, it was too hard, too tiring, to ponder upon the 'whys' and to think about what Tseng was trying to achieve anymore. No, it felt soft. It felt good, and in contrast to the ship, they were in private. And he'd quickly come to vastly prefer that. He took a shaking breath, and then another, wanting nothing more than to take what comfort he possibly could, after the past two days.

"... So long as now it's only you to stare..." The very barest beginnings of concession, a cognizant and open admittance of defeat, finally dragged out not while X'rhun was in the midst of an orgasm.

Tseng managed to keep from smirking at the little tells that showed he was getting to X'rhun, the way that tail moved out of the way for his cock, and how his knees had briefly weakened causing him to lean back against Tseng for support. Then came the softly offered confession, the first that wasn't dragged out of the miqo'te through pleasure and desperation. The first true sign that Tseng was breaking him down, removing that mental armor that had been wrapped around X'rhun for so long to let Tseng get to the core of the slender warrior mage.

"I admit I love seeing the stares of lust and jealousy that follow you from others, knowing that they covet what only I am allowed to touch," Tseng murmured in between soft kisses and softer caresses, spinning out the story he wanted X'rhun to believe. "Knowing that because of you, I will be underestimated should any wish to come at me for the throne. With you, everyone will see only a man more interested in his hedonistic desires than in fighting or slaughtering those that irritated him."

He hummed and gently scraped his teeth along that slender neck, the only harsh thing he had done so far. "You are going to be perfect for me, X'rhun Tia."

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.

"I am many things, X'rhun, but greedy is one of them," Tseng murmured as he continued gently stroking that pretty cock with their entangled hands. "I do not share easily. I admit I enjoy watching, but only when I am in total control of the situation. I would not simply toss you to the guards and walk away. It is not my nature to do so."

He did enjoy showing X'rhun off as the miqo'te had previously experienced, and Tseng had sent orders for a playroom to be set up where select members could watch him reduce his pet to whimpering begs filled with pleasure and pain. It would help encourage the proper sort of behavior among his people, and in turn, they would police the others that were farther out of his reach. He already had plans for cleaning up the science corp and if there happened to be a few shallow graves created, Tseng certainly wouldn't cry over that.

"I want you to watch yourself as you come again, just like this," Tseng murmured, doing his best to keep the gentle and intimate atmosphere between them. "In my arms and under our hand. One last time before I see you cleaned and tucked into our bed." It was obvious that he had pushed X'rhun to his limit, and now was a time of rest and recovery for his pet. There would be plenty of time for Tseng to slowly developed X'rhun's endurance in other ways, but with the carrot being dangled in front of him, Tseng was sure X'rhun would eagerly accept it.

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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

It's fine. RL happens.

Been a lot of fog brain lately and I wanna make sure I'm sending my A game

I'm flattered and honored. I hope to give you my best as well.

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