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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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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.

Tseng was willing to wait until he felt X'rhun had recovered enough for him to start up again, and he nearly started laughing when he felt those hips start moving on his cock. How delightfully wonderful that his pet was learning to crave pleasure and seek it out whenever he could. Even after a night of being fucked in his sleep, X'rhun's body was still hungry for more.

"Just like that, my pet," purred Tseng in an ear as he continued fondling and teasing X'rhun, making sure to stimulate every little spot he found. He wanted to hear X'rhun beg him again. The miqo'te's voice was so sweet when he begged, all broken and yet so very desperate. Oh, he didn't believe that X'rhun was completely broken by any means, and Tseng was waiting for the next instance when the former mage tugged at his bonds so he could punish him appropriately. "How hungry you are for my cock. If I had known how cock hungry you were, I would have tracked you down long ago and claimed you as mine."

Of course, there would have been various legal ramifications if he had done that previously to their meeting at the ruined castrum. Now, there was no legal way anyone could take X'rhun away from him.

"I think today, instead of a corset, you'll get something shear to show off your pretty rings," mused Tseng, already mentally dressing X'rhun for the day. He smirked and nibbled along a shoulder as he started fucking X'rhun again instead of just letting the miqo'te do all the work. "If you beg me nicely, I'll even slip a toy into this pretty ass instead of letting you stay open and empty."

Had he done as much, had he hunted him down rather than the mage attacking first, perhaps it would have ended differently. The warrior he'd trained so well might have been present then, perhaps the balance would have been tipped in his favor, if both of them together took down a voidsent queen... If only he'd called for their aid before he'd acted so rashly. If only he'd taken a moment to think for one damned moment. If only he hadn't let pride and righteous anger cloud his mind-

It was impossible however to ruminate upon the past and ponder on the 'what-ifs' however, with those fingers upon his spent cock and balls, with that thick cock stuffed inside him starting to thrust at Tseng's own pace, now met with an equal roll back from X'rhun. Each time Tseng's hips met his ass, there was a firm and sharp slap that accompanied it, no doubt that alone would be leaving the former mage's ass a warm rosy pink just as well as a hand might. All throughout, the little bells upon those piercings chimed and rang almost merrily, all in time to the growing sound of X'rhun starting to moan and gasp with each thrust.

"I-I.. D-n...!" Trying to talk through this was proving to be a near insurmountable task, and he clawed and gripped at the sheets, just shortly after an obviously aborted attempt to claw at the man behind him instead. Oh no, there was still fight to be had in there, that much was clear, but now it had to contend with a very real fear of what punishment that might bring.

"Finish, just finish, goddsdamn you! Spare me your poison and cum."

The aborted attempt to claw Tseng was met with a roll of Tsentg's hips that was sure to hit that lovely cluster inside X'rhun if only to distract him from trying to claw Tseng a second time.

He tisked and shook his head even as his voice was mocking. "That's not how you beg to get a toy in your cock hungry ass, pet," he said, rolling his hips up into the miqo'te with a steady motion. "Looks like you're going to be open and empty today."

The desperation in those words had been very nice, disguising the bit of anger and fear behind the bravado. Oh, Tseng would finish soon enough, but he was going to ensure that X'rhun remembered what discomfort his words had brought him today.

A few minutes later, Tseng buried himself balls deep in that lovely ass and sighed as he once more came within his pet. He remained like that for a few moments before pulling out and turning to roll out of bed.

"Come. We have to get cleaned and dressed because I have a great deal to do today," Tseng said, already moving towards the bathroom as he expected X'rhun to follow him.

Whatever machinations he might have had, whatever thoughts of violence he might have harbored, were well and truly turned into so much mindless static as Tseng angled his next thrust just so. Instead of another swipe, his nails bit into the sheets instead, as did his teeth into the pillow to muffle the pleasure filled, delirious cry that nonetheless still slipped out past the makeshift gag. Muffled, sure, but still plenty loud, and cutting off whatever other bitter words he might yet have had to fling at Tseng.

The thought of being left untouched and open, nothing filling his hole, shouldn't have felt so discomforting. He should have seen it as a reward, finally left without the constant sensation of something thick pressing tightly and rubbing against his prostate with every step. And yet he couldn't deny the cold feeling in the pit of his stomach, a revulsion surrounding that realization. How could he feel any level of apprehension at the idea? Empty for the first time in days, and he felt no manner of relief at the promise of it.

While the ghost of a thought to apologize flickered into the corners of his mind, it was quickly banished again, both by Tseng's steady thrusts and his own smoldering pride, what little still yet remained of it in him. He bit his tongue instead, the act doing little to hide the sound of his breathy whimpers and moans, the noises openly debauched and wanton. The press of the other man's body tight against his, feeling Tseng spill himself into a body that was apparently so hungry for him, nearly sent him over the edge again into another climax. Instead, however, with a soft noise of humiliated frustration, he found himself perched right upon that precipice. Blatantly aroused, his stiff cock fully accentuating the rings adorning it.

But Tseng had finished and pulled out, cum trickling down his shaking thighs as the other man headed towards the bathroom. There was an internal war had, in that moment, one that only lasted a few seconds at most. He could lay here, refuse to move, frantically try to push himself to a second orgasm instead. But that'd really only delay the inevitable, and he'd already pushed the limit once this morning. Maybe his only punishment would be being left empty. Maybe refusing to move would earn him something worse.

With a soft sob, he pushed himself off the bed, well aware of the mess left behind in the sheets and no longer seeing a reason to try and avoid it. Tseng's seed painted his thighs, and his body was slick with sweat anyway, there was no reason to make much of an attempt to avoid the cum upon the sheets. On unsteady feet, he'd follow, aroused and humiliated.

Tseng gave X'rhun a casual look as the miqo'te stumbled into the bathroom, tears staining his face and cum on his skin before he sighed and held out a hand. "Come on. You're a mess, pet."

It was said in such a way as one would speak to a dog that had gotten out into a muddy puddle and was now trying to drag it all through the house. As if Tseng hadn't been fucking X'rhun all night before teasing him even farther this morning to see just how his pet would react. The begging had been rather nice, and the dejected and almost broken attitude was interesting to see. Tseng wondered how long that would last before X'rhun tried to take his claws to Tseng again. The little flashes of rebellion were always a nice little spice, and Tseng would certainly do his best to cultivate them instead of stamping them out completely.

Reaching out once X'rhun grew close enough, Tseng drew him under the shower and started to scrub his skin clean. The soap was soft and the cloth was softer, especially when Tseng was more incline to ensure that X'rhun was quite thoroughly clean. He encouraged him to bend over and lift his tail so Tseng could run that gentle cloth over his reddened and abused hole. If not for the previous actions of last night and this morning, Tseng's actions could almost be considered that of a lover caring for their beloved instead of a master cleaning his slave.

Just as one would speak to a messy dog, indeed nothing more than a creature present only for the enjoyment of others. Were he not so filthy, so desperate to be clean, were his spirits not so low, he might have hurled something back at him. At the very least, he might have pled to be allowed to bathe himself.

Not at this moment, however. Tseng would receive quiet, submissive, miserable subservience, even if he hesitated for a moment before he entered the shower.

It'd not entirely be an easy experience, though. Not with the way he crossed his arms over his chest, less in an effort to protect some flimsy idea of modesty, and more to keep Tseng's hands away from the piercings upon his nipples. Too overstimulated for that, and he'd be submitting to far more degrading acts in this shower anyway. He'd desperately try to maintain any possible boundaries he could hold to, no matter how minor they might be.

One arm would have to be moved in order to stabilize himself, however, as Tseng bid him to bend over. With one hand braced against the wall, he did so, the other tightly wrapped around his chest as he exposed his well used hole for him. He would be so tense the entire time, no matter how soothing the sensation of warm water across abused skin would be, or how soft and gentle the washcloth was. It'd be like touching warm iron, instead of a person, not even a faint tremble being allowed to roll through him.

So many ifs keeping the once proud warrior mage cowed at the moment, but Tseng was going to take advantage of the situation by putting his hands all over X'rhun. After all, he had to ensure that his pet was cleaned and ready for whenever Tseng wanted to indulge in that mouth or ass.

Of course, X'rhun would have to beg Tseng to fuck him before he slid into that lovely ass again. Just because it amused Tseng to hear him beg like a two gil whore from the Ul'Dah streets.

Moving around in front of the miqo'te, Tseng tisked and moved that arm down from his chest before making sure to run the cloth over those sensitive nipples. "How can I clean you if you insist on hiding parts of yourself?" he scolded, shaking his head even as he continued to wash him. "You don't want to run around all filthy do you?"

Well, Tseng didn't mind when X'rhun's skin was stained with his seed, and he rather enjoyed the hungry look the miqo'te gained from the others around them. But Tseng was most certainly not going to share him.

Tseng went to push his arm down and away from his chest, and the second the washcloth touched the perked and sensitive buds, he went to yank his arm back up again, his breath hitching. Were he not soaked, his tail would have surely become a bottlebrush in that very moment, the mage's ears pinned back firmly against his head.

It was such a minor, insignificant thing, surely far less intimate than allowing Tseng's hands between his legs, and yet. In spite of everything that had happened up until this point... He couldn't quite figure out himself, why this was the line he was drawing in the sand right now, after spending the entire night stuffed full of Tseng's cock, after waking up this morning with a brisk, energetic fucking.

And here he was, trying to keep his hands away from his chest. X'rhun wasn't going to spend a lot of time pondering over his own logic here, the 'why' didn't matter.

"You'll only stain my face and body again before noon." It was impossible to miss the anxiety behind his words, the very real fear in every syllable as he let it all spill out regardless. "Please," now trying to temper that initial venom in his tone, "please, let me wash myself. Grant me just this?"

Reaching up, Tseng curled his fingers around X'rhun's chin, lifting his head to stare into those eyes, his own expression curious and mocking at the same time.

"Why should I not have your mouth or your ass whenever I please?" he challenged with a raised brow. The venom in those words was not going to be let go by Tseng, at least not right now. "After all, you were the one who attempted to assassinate me and did kill some of my guards who had done nothing to you. You are mine to do with as I please, and I thank you to remember that."

But he was willing to be a little lenient as he released X'rhun's chin to offer the soapy cloth before stepping back to lean against the wall. "Make sure to wash thoroughly, pet."

As X'rhun washed himself, Tseng would reach down and stroke his cock as he let his eyes wander over that slender form, enjoying the sight of it even as he pleasured himself.

In spite of everything, what had happened, what would or may yet still happen, all the fear and hopelessness he felt, he still managed to meet that gaze. He caught well the cruel mockery behind Tseng's eyes, and grimaced, expecting to be met with cold refusal.

To be sure, that was what it initially started to sound like, as Tseng again reminded him of not just his place here, but of the foolish action he'd taken to arrive at this point to begin with. Even now the only scraps of remorse he could possibly gather up in regards to the death of the guards was that he'd been captured. War, after all, could only cause death, and surely those same guards would have slaughtered him had they the chance to. There was no guilt to be found in his expression, only pained resignation to what he was sure was going to be cold derision at his request.

Instead, the cloth was put into his hand. For a moment, the gears in his head ceased to turn, and he froze in place, looking blankly from the cloth to the man leaning against the wall. Of course, he didn't expect Tseng to leave the bathroom, the idea of getting privacy now in any capacity was laughable, utterly off the table. He'd not even expected to be humored when it came to washing himself.

It was with hesitation that he started where Tseng had left off, aware of how the other man began to stroke himself as X'rhun worked. This, however, was allowed without comment, even as a brilliant blush slowly crept across his face, practically illuminating the insides of the miqo'tes ears with a rosy pink hue. He didn't rush, in spite of that obvious shame, he'd asked for this, after all. Begged for it, and with care he delicately attended to the piercing's upon his nipples, sharp teeth briefly catching his bottom lip as the soft cloth slipped around and over one plump, sensitive pink nub, and then the other.

That same level of care and attention would then be turned upon his own cock, attentive and gentle, ever conscious of the show he was putting on for the emperor, willing or not. Around the piercings, bells chiming softly with every motion, even these delicate ministrations would still see some arousal. A state he was finding himself all too easily put into now, much to his growing discomfort and shame.

Tseng had known exactly what he was doing when he had pierced his pretty pet. Not only did it show his possession over the very body of X'rhun, but it also increased sensitivity in that already delicate skin. The bells had been for amusement and further humiliation.

The fact that X'rhun was growing more aroused as he washed was just beautiful and something Tseng didn't think was going to be happening so quickly. He figured it would take a few weeks before the arousal overrode any possible humiliation, but perhaps X'rhun was more of an exhibitionist and masochist than Tseng originally thought.

How delightful.

"You are a delight to look at, my pet," Tseng said, his hand slowly stroking his hardening cock as he stared at X'rhun with an amused smile on his face. "I can imagine a great many in this palace that would appreciate such a show from you if they could get it."

Not that Tseng was going to share X'rhun with anyone, but the visual aspect of his beauty performing for the enjoyment of others was a delightful thought. One Tseng planned on indulging in as often as he could while ensuring the Empire didn't suffer from any lack of care on Tseng's part.

"GO slower. Make a show out of washing," he ordered, his voice soft, almost intimate. He wondered if he could get X'rhun to beg for something to fill his ass which would be a pleasure all of its own. "You must want something desperately in your pretty ass, stretching and filling you again. It must ache so to be empty and open."

The desire to turn towards the wall and hide himself was there, prevalent and overwhelming. It was an idea that was not allowed to dissipate, ever rekindled every time he lifted his gaze to see the other man, or heard his voice. It was a thought cruelly contested by the memory of how far he'd already fallen, however. What would be the point now? After having been fucked before an entire crew? Just the opportunity to try and say no again, perhaps. That chance to push back against orders, a compulsion that was still there, however battered.

He bit his tongue at first, as Tseng ordered him to slow down, give him a show. Just be done with it, after all. It did nothing to stop that slow boil though, even as he pushed himself to comply. His thumb slid over the hard, full head of his cock, the chime of the bell paired with the hot and heady feeling of arousal fueling that sensation of humiliation and resentment. It was difficult to ignore how that potent combination only seemed to heighten that arousal, and paradoxically he attempted to cling to that. Don't make it worse, don't make it harder.

A show he was asked for, and a show he'd give as while one hand remained wrapped around his cock, cloth clinging to his fingers, the other slipped up to his chest to brush against a pierced nipple. Hard to tell precisely how much of that blush on his face was from that sense of shame, and how much of it was from that all too obvious arousal, as he ran his hand over that ringed nipple before taking it up between his fingers. Pinching it softly before rolling it, one finger flicking by what almost seemed an accident against the belled ring, he sank his teeth into his lip now instead as the other hand dragged up along the bottom of his cock, pressing the cloth against the very base of it's head.

Foul words, unwanted words, words he seemed to physically shut himself against even as he openly performed for Tseng, his tail curling about his leg as he blocked out that sudden reminder of how empty he was. Only two days of being stuffed to his very limit, only two days but yet-

He ran his hand over his chest, washing still being the ultimate goal after all, taking care however to linger upon one hardened, pink little bud, and then the other, as a barely muffled moan managed to work its way past his lips. Empty, humiliated, resentful, and impossibly hard and desperate in spite of it all.

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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

I'm hating the heat and lvling BLK right now lol. The spells take so long to cast!

BLM is such a hassle, that's why I'm focusing on DNC right now. Then probably BRD and DRG.

Working on ARC to get it to lvl 30 and then Rogue, Pugilist, and Marauder before lvling them to 50.

Finally hit 70 on DNC the other day! Keep wiping in the alliance roulette, F

*laughs*

There's so many sprouts, I feel so bad for getting frustrated and dropping out

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Got everything but Marauder, Pugulist, and Rogue over 30 and got Red to 56!

god finally back in here now, lets see what I GOT

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laughs