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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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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.

If ever there was a good time for a confession of greed, now was one of them. What a pitiful scrap it was too, but in this moment even that tiny shred of reassurance, that he wouldn't find himself unarmed, powerless and at the mercy of a pack of guards, was as good as gold to him. It was something to cling to, and cling to it he would, the disproportionate comfort he found in that tiny promise evidenced in a deep, shuddering sigh. As if he'd been holding his breath just to hear that.

X'rhun's fumbling fingers and weakened grasp was steadied and firmed by Tseng's hand twined about it, his strokes at this point entirely supported by the other man's grip upon his own. Once more, then. One more time, he could bring himself to climax, all for the promise of a night undisturbed, spent in slumber and clean. The fact that this bed would be shared with Tseng seemed to matter very little now, the mage mustering a long, soft but deep breath as he firmed up his grip upon himself. One last wall to push past, to come near under his own ministrations at but the command of the other man. Something that mere days ago would have horrified him to his very core.

Something that now, he poured as much energy as he could manage, as much focus and strength that he had left, into doing. The Emperor had instructed him to watch himself, and so he didn't look away as he sped up his pace, his face turning pink as his breathing began to pick up. More of his weight would be rested back against the body behind him, relying upon the other man to help keep him upright as the building pleasure sapped the strength from his legs. He'd already been fairly close, the constant attention the mage had received up until this point had kept him overstimulated and oversensitive, it wouldn't take long before precum was beading at the tip, and every exhale carried with it a soft, breathy little sound, barely edging upon a whimper.

It seemed like no time at all when the moment was upon him, and his knees near buckled as his free hand snapped to grip the hip of the man behind him in order to steady himself, reaching his peak as he came into his hand with an exhausted, relieved sob.

Tseng wasn't silent as he watched the exhausted miqo'te stroke his cock. He whispered soft praise, gentle encouragement, and anything else he could think of to both push X'rhun farther along that path of pleasure while also tying his mental stability to Tseng. Perhaps even his emotional stability as well. Those were chains far stronger than any magitech collar and chemicals he could wrap around that slender throat and much harder to break.

Then X'rhun was coming with a soft sob, and Tseng tightened his grip on his pet as those knees wobbled. Smiling, Tseng shifted X'rhun enough to be able to scoop him up in his arms, gently carrying him into the bathroom where he easily got a hot bath started after putting X'rhun down on a padded bench. He returned to kneel before X'rhun, gently peeling the boots and then the stockings off of those legs. For a few moments, he managed X'rhun's feet as they were undoubtedly sore from being stuck in those boots for so long, but then he rose to his feet and unlaced the corset, putting it aside as well.

With the bath mostly full, Tseng lifted X'rhun and placed him in the hot water before climbing in and starting to gently wash his pet. He made sure every part of X'rhun was tended, even spreading his ass to ensure his hole was fine after the activity of the day. Once he was sure the miqo'te was clean, Tseng rinsed him off, lifted him from the tub to dry, and then carried him into the lush bedroom where he was tucked under the covers.

Tseng slid in behind his pet and wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling X'rhun back against him as he settled down. A soft almost loving kiss was placed just above the filigree collar. "Rest, my pet, and know you are safe."

The next moments were as a blur, cloudy and dreamlike in comparison to the brutality of the last two days. Moments that oddly held the very least amount of self-control, in spite of all that he'd done and all that had happened in the hours prior. He'd succumbed to that weakness, and Tseng would find the mage utterly pliable, not even the faintest hint of resistance or fight as the other man gathered him up to be stripped and cleaned.

To be bare was a relief in and of itself, he found, the collar not even acknowledged as existing anymore. Through half-lidded and hazy eyes he watched Tseng kneel to remove the boots and stockings, his eyes closing gently as the other man's hands worked over sore skin and bunched, tight muscles. As whatever remaining tension drained out of him, he was all but as a doll, complacent and willing to move and assume whatever position he was coaxed into. Even as Tseng's hands found his ass to spread it apart, there'd be no argument. What he expected personally he really didn't know, but even if it had come to being taken in the bath he wouldn't have resisted.

Perhaps tomorrow, X'rhun's strength would return. Though in what capacity, and how much of that former fight would return with it, was unknown. What was clear enough for the moment however, was that he didn't even tense as Tseng pulled him in close. One ice blue eye would crack open for a moment as a kiss was placed to his neck, above the collar that now may as well have become a physical part of him, for all that he expected it to be removed. For as uncomfortably comfortable that he'd now become with it.

Sleep would claim him not long after that final comment given, so easily slipping away into slumber wrapped in the arms of the Emperor.

Tseng waited until X'rhun was deeply asleep before he smirked and started to gently, softly, play with that slumbering body. Never enough to awaken the miqo'te, but enough to bring him to a couple of climaxes even as Tseng slid his cock back into that hot ass. The gentle rocking of Tseng's hips brought him to a couple of wonderful climaxes himself, wanting to enjoy the pleasure he found in the slender form of his slave before he truly did settle down for a night's rest, his cock snug in X'rhun's ass.

He left the evidence of X'rhun's own climaxes as proof that the miqo'te was his to do with as he wished, including sharing pleasure when his slave was asleep while also demonstrating just how hungry X'rhun's body was for Tseng's touches and actions.

The next morning, Tseng woke early, and he smirked down at X'rhun who still slumbered in his arms. He would teach X'rhun to wake before him and perhaps even wake Tseng with a morning blow job. That would certainly be a pleasant way to start the day. But for now, a quick fuck before they started would have to suffice.

His hand easily found X'rhun's cock and gently stroked it as he started to lazily thrust into that lovely ass again. This time, he didn't try to keep his pet asleep, hoping to rouse him and see what sort of words would fall from those pretty lips when he first awoke. Today was going to be paperwork and getting caught up on other things, but Tseng would take time out of his day to further train X'rhun to his tastes. Perhaps plug him until Tseng wished to fuck him and keep him tucked under Tseng's desk so the Emperor might make use of that sweet mouth to relieve any tension he developed due to paperwork.

Yes, that was a good idea.

Too tired to sleep lightly, Tseng would find the mage completely oblivious, easily manipulated in his sleep. The miqo'te, even utterly relaxed and deep in sleep, would still be so pleasantly tight, and though he'd not awaken, he'd ever still be quite responsive as well. Soft noises, perhaps edging on words but completely unintelligible, little sighs and short, gentle moans could easily be teased out of him, just as easily as those multiple climaxes. He'd awaken in the morning to find himself and the sheets before him a sticky mess indeed, with Tseng's message all too clear.

Morning would come, and he'd still be out cold, perhaps lost in a dream somewhere far away from that bed. Not that it'd matter too much however; he'd gotten his rest, and it wouldn't take much to rouse him. Tseng's thick cock repeatedly pushing against his prostate would more than achieve that.

X'rhun would awake to a muddy collection of sensations and confusion, some slurred noise escaping him as one hand clumsily snapped back to grab at the other man's hip. Eyes unfocused, his tail a bottlebrush, it took a moment for him to actually form words with that half awake brain of his.

"Wh's... Ngh- Sto-Stop, wai-" Not terribly eloquent, no, and he squirmed, the miqo'te's already snug hole tensing around Tseng's sizable cock. That of course, just intensified the sensation of being fucked first thing, causing him to jerk his hips suddenly into the hand wrapped around his own fully aroused length. Bells, little bells sounding with every movement, did well enough to drag him fully into reality, signaled with a gasp and a groan as he fought with the immediate urge to try and pull away.

Instead, his back arched, so sensitive first thing in the morning, moving his leg as if in an effort to give Tseng yet more room to work, as if to open himself up better for the other man.

"Gods, please..."

"Good morning, my pet," Tseng purred in an ear as he continued teasing that pretty cock even as that leg moved, opening X'rhun up farther for him. The sweet chime of bells was a lovely accent to this morning wake-up call, and he rolled his hips on the next thrust, enjoying the way X'rhun wriggled in his arms as if unsure if he wanted to get away or get closer. "I admit you are the first to address me as a god, but it is a delightful prayer on your lips."

The hand on that pretty cock shifted down briefly to play with those heavy balls before resuming the teasing strokes. Occasionally, he swiped his thumb over the leaking head, but he never stopped his teasing. Tseng was going to have X'rhun come on his cock again before Tseng himself came, but this was going to let the miqo'te know what was going to happen every morning at least once.

Dipping his head, Tseng hummed in delight as he pressed soft kisses along X'rhun's throat and cheek. He loved how smaller X'rhun was compared to Tseng himself, how perfect the miqo'te fit in his arms. X'rhun was going to fit perfectly under his desk.

"I can think of no better way to start the day than you wrapped around my cock first thing in the morning," Tseng said with a slightly harder thrust into X'rhun, his hips hitting the miqo'te's ass as much as he could with that tail. Perhaps later, he would warm X'rhun's ass with a nice pleasurable paddling before fucking him again. He would love nothing more than to spend the entire day training X'rhun what Tseng wanted him to know of pleasure under the Garlean's hand as well as encourage a hunger for Tseng that only the Garlean could satisfy.

Tseng's taunting reply prompted a sound from him, a noise that bordered on feral. Language of some sort, perhaps native Ala Mhigan, perhaps even as basic as some old Miqo'te curse. It really didn't matter much though, words were only words and his actions didn't even approach the realm of lashing back at the other man.

X'rhun had all too quickly become aware of the sticky mess in the sheets before him, hard to miss it when he'd already practically been laying in it, and he really didn't need to ponder too hard about how or why it had happened. Not with how Tseng held him close, nor with how easily the bigger man's sizable cock fucked him, each thrust slick and smooth. Plain to see he'd been played with as he slept, a cold reminder that there would be no moment where his body would entirely be his own. A groan turned to a keening cry, easily undone now when he no longer had the fortitude left to resist, prompted by the hand stroking his pierced cock and full sac and the sudden harsh thrust. The sound of it, Tseng's hips slapping against his ass, added another dimension of decadent lewdness to the act, and as the bigger man's lips pressed against his neck, he could only bare his throat more to him as he gasped.

The former mage came almost violently, his body tightening around Tseng, every nerve alight as he spilled himself into the Emperor's hand. The explosive climax left him dazed for a moment, eyes rolling back before they fluttered shut in the ensuing afterglow. Slack, panting, he'd not even gotten out of bed yet and he'd found himself already boneless and sweat slicked.

"A moment... A moment, a moment please just a moment, please..." If he'd be allowed nothing else, he just wanted a chance to have a moment to collect himself.

A laugh spilled out of Tseng at that nearly feral insult tossed his way, and while he didn't understand the language, he certainly understood the tone. It was clear that his little lesson this morning was sinking in, and X'rhun was realizing just how helpless he truly was in Tseng's care. The miqo'te wasn't leaving Tseng's side and his body was the Emperor's to do with as he pleased no matter what that might be.

When X'rhun came and begged for a moment, Tseng was feeling merciful enough to pause in his teasing, remaining seated in that slender body to enjoy the fluttering of muscles around his cock. He hummed and continued placing soft kisses on whatever skin he could reach, delighting in the arched neck that was offered up for his mouth.

"You may have your moment, sweet X'rhun," he murmured in an ear, delighting in the hot body pressed against his.

Tseng hadn't cum yet, that was obvious. He wasn't sure if he should be thankful that the man had listened to him, or if he should change gears and plead that he finish... Even though X'rhun was now spent, he was positive they'd move no further until Tseng had emptied himself inside him.

He chose to take that moment he was given, to try and even out his breathing as the other man's hot mouth peppered his skin with kisses. Full, Gods above he was so incredibly full. Even though he'd spent the night unknowingly stuffed, awakening to it reminded him of how slim and small the plug he'd had inside him before really was. At least, in comparison to this.

X'rhun wasn't entirely sure when he'd started to move again, whether it was when his heart had ceased to pound in his ears, or when he no longer needed to pant to breathe. The when perhaps, didn't necessarily matter though. Without his full acknowledgement, heedless of the miqo'te's higher functions, his hips rolled and worked back. Effectively beginning to fuck himself without a single order to do so, all the while the former mage not entirely able to shake the fixation upon that sensation from his mind. Full, no longer painfully so, Tseng's thick cock perversely, pleasurably filling him to his limit.

He wasn't sure what his face burned more from; the shame of that slow realization, or the warmth of arousal being stoked yet again.

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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*pulls attention away from FFXIV*

lmao o same hat

Eh trying to lvl every job to max lol

I've got everything almost to 60, with MCH, PLD and RDM at 80 so far. I hate leveling tanks tho fff

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