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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.
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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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.
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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.
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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..."
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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.
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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.
Eh trying to lvl every job to max lol
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.
I've got everything almost to 60, with MCH, PLD and RDM at 80 so far. I hate leveling tanks tho fff
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.
I'm hating the heat and lvling BLK right now lol. The spells take so long to cast!
"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."
BLM is such a hassle, that's why I'm focusing on DNC right now. Then probably BRD and DRG.
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."
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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?"
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"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.
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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.
Got everything but Marauder, Pugulist, and Rogue over 30 and got Red to 56!
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."
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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.
*screeches at Endwalker* Sorry for the delay BTW...
"You're gorgeous like this," sighed Tseng, a possessive smile on his lips as his eyes trailed over X'rhun's soapy body. "All hard and aching for me."
He tilted his head and hummed in delight as he continued watching X'rhun wash himself. "I bet I could make a fortune off of people paying me to watch you. Either like this or simply parading around in your pretty outfits while your bells chime so sweetly," he mused. "Maybe I will have a room decorated with various toys and restraints where I can spend a few hours with you. A room where others can watch you in your pleasure and you would never know unless I wished you to."
As if he didn't have a room like that already. All the better to seed the idea in X'rhun's mind, and he crossed the shower to lean down. "If you wish to be filled and stretched around something today, you're going to have to beg me, pretty," he whispered in an ear as a hand came down to grope one of those nice cheeks, his fingers slipping between them to brush against that stretched hole. "If you don't beg, you'll be open and oh so empty."
Turning, he moved out of the shower to get dried. "Hurry up and finish. Breakfast will be served soon."
I, the reigning master of DELAY will not be outplayed, you see.
If given half the chance, he'd chase his orgasm here in private, well aware of how quickly that precious notion of privacy could be stolen from him. How many people had already seen him, stripped bare or dressed like a whore, stretched around a toy or Tseng's cock? How many were already talking amongst themselves, spreading the word to anyone who hadn't seen it yet, about the Emperor's brand new plaything? The memory of the airship, impaled on the other man's thick member for every attending soldier to see, burned in his memory, and with Tseng's insistent words the now alien and uncomfortable sensation of being empty and aching becoming almost impossible to ignore.
"Please, please don't. Don't make another spectacle of me please..." Words whispered pathetically, uselessly he was sure, as Tseng's fingers moved across his backside, feeling them grope and squeeze supple and taut skin. His tail twitched, a motion to move aside quite suddenly, as for one moment the other man's fingers brushed past his well used and well prepped hole. Only to then be left just as the other man said he'd be: empty and cold as Tseng turned away. It was then he became cognizant of how hard he'd clamped down upon his lip, drawing a single bead of blood as the moment was broken.
It was with broken shame that he made quick work of himself as Tseng turned to step out of the shower and dry off, the climax he hit little more than a method of sparing himself some minute form of indignity. At least he'd not reach the table aroused and needy, as he set about clumsily finishing that shower with fumbling fingers. He'd have dragged it out if he could.... But hunger gnawed at him, in spite of it all. Starving and desperate for some meager form of comfort, there was little solace to be found in eating... But little was better than none. The promise of a meal was all it took to get him to obey the word to the letter, dragging himself away from the warm confines of the shower to the cold air outside it to dry off.
*laughs*
Especially as Tseng planned to continue dressing or even not dressing X'rhun in things to emphasize his beauty and his position as Tseng's sex pet. There would be many who stared, and Tseng was looking forward to the first polite inquiry from the Eorzean officials about X'rhun. Perhaps even the new Council of Ala Mhigo would take the time to ask about the Crimson Duelist, but Tseng figured they had more important things to do, such as set up a functioning government.
Pulling on his clothes, Tseng paused as he glanced back at X'rhun just as the miqo'te finished his shower with fumbling fingers, his grace having deserted him for the moment. That was certainly amusing to see, and Tseng idly wondered how long it would take before such instances of clumsiness would become nonexistent.
Tseng pushed that thought aside as he retrieved a bit of cloth that was so sheer it might as well not even exist. The perfect thing for X'rhun to wear today as not only would it tease him just enough to keep him on edge, but it would also draw attention to him as others tried to figure out what he was wearing.
"You will wear this today," he announced, holding up the sheer slip that would fall to the top of X'rhun's thighs and barely cover his groin. Not that the material was opaque enough to actually cover X'rhun. It just gave a nice little shimmer to his body while brushing against his soft cock and pierced nipples. Idly, Tseng wondered how long it would take before X'rhun was begging to be filled by Tseng's cock today.
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He was shaken from that inexplicable feeling when Tseng spoke again, already knowing that whatever the man was holding would barely qualify as attire. His words came without thought or hesitation when he saw it: "I may as well have nothing on at all for all it serves as clothing..." As if the corset from the night before did him any favors.
"I... Mean to say, it's... it's cold," And certainly not because he'd been left empty, certainly not, certainly not what he'd say, "Surely you would give me something warmer?" Well aware he could just be walking himself into something even more humiliating, but desperate to try whatever avenue he could find.
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The comment about it being cold was ignored because while it might be chilled outside the palace, the inside was kept at a comfortable temperature that didn't require layers upon layers even during the winter just to be somewhat comfortable. He wondered if X'rhun was going to protest, to ask for the slip back just to have something to wear, but if he decided to try and brave the day without anything, Tseng would be delighted in telling everyone who asked that his pet apparently disliked clothing as he preferred to wander in the nude, showing his body and empty ass off to everyone who was interested.
There was more than one way to win a battle and a war after all.
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It would have been better than begging, but it seemed begging would be all he'd be left with. He moved to wrap his arms around himself, watching as the sheer garment was stowed away, debating furiously with himself if he should press the matter. What had he left to lose now by doing so anyway? Saying nothing would guarantee he'd be left bare. Saying something offered a chance, if nothing else... It was a gamble he was willing to take. Recklessness wouldn't be so easily ground out of him.
"Smallclothes, if nothing else, please. If you cannot find it in yourself to afford me anything more concealing, then at least this."
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