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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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For a few seconds, Tseng was silent as he considered this before shaking his head and shutting the drawer as he held the tiny panties out to X'rhun.

"No, they would not," he stated, staring at the miqo'te. "As you have asked for smallclothes, you shall have them to wear today." His voice grew soft and cool, almost threatening. "Do not try my patience further." It was always possible for Tseng to remove the option of any clothes altogether, leaving X'rhun to wander around with only his jewelry and hair. Tseng would certainly enjoy such a sight, but he wanted X'rhun to beg to not wear clothes and blush adorably the entire time.

"Now make your decision because I am hungry and breakfast will be served soon," he stated, still staring at X'rhun while conveniently forgetting to mention that such food would not be served until Tseng himself was there, but if it got X'rhun moving, it would be worth the wait.

A fruitless endeavor, then. It was that tiny scrap of cloth now that could barely be considered clothing, or nothing at all. He was aware, painfully aware, that putting them on would be just as lewd as going without, and even more so cognizant of that change in Tseng's tone. Unarmed, without magic and bare, the threat the tone held was intimidating. And it was all Tseng needed to push the shamed mage into making a choice and giving up on his attempts to forestall the inevitable humiliation.

He was going to be humiliated anyway, had been anyway. He answered then, the words almost tasting bitter to him. "... I would then wear nothing at all." It wasn't the bold, defiant tone he'd have wished he could dredge up. Especially not with the word that came after, soft and pleading, "Please."

All the while unable to look up, knowing full well he'd see the other man's stare locked upon him. Even as he forced the words out, he felt the hot blush creep across his face and up into his ears, at the shame of begging to be allowed to walk about naked and on full display for anyone who cared to look.

"I never took you for an exhibitionist, but if that is your choice," remarked Tseng as he slipped the crap of cloth back into the drawer. Turning away from the draw3ers, he grabbed a leash and casually clipped it to X'rhun's collar. "Now, you have stalled long enough, and I am hungry."

That was the only warning Tseng gave before walking out of the room and down the hall to the dining room, the leash in his hands. He expected his pet to keep up, and if he took a slightly roundabout way to ensure plenty of people saw X'rhun in all his pierced glory and heard his bells, that was Tseng's right as Emperor and X'rhun's owner.

And there were stares by the various servants that bustled about, by the guards stationed at various intersections, and by the people who moved in and around the palace with various jobs. Each time there was a second glance, a stumble, or even an outright squeak of surprise, Tseng's smirk grew just a bit. It wouldn't take long for everyone beyond the barracks to know about X'rhun and that he was the Emperor's newest pet.

The dining room was large with a long table in the center. At one end was a large almost throne like chair, and the rest of the seats were taken up by people of various stations from nobles to military. Tseng inclined his head to a few of them before casually sitting in the chair.

"Sit on the arm, pet," he instructed, patting the wide arm which would put X'rhun on display for everyone at the table. It was clear from Tseng's tone that it was not a request but an order to be obeyed.

As if he had been given a decent choice to choose from, as if he would have just naturally preferred being left naked. He bristled, but that was all, too cowed by past discipline to press his luck any further. No, X'rhun was fairly certain he'd pushed things just a bit too close to the edge with this little bit of stalling and pleading, and he was in no hurry to see what punishment Tseng might possibly cook up next for him.

He remembered too well the warning he'd gotten about allowing the collar to be tugged upon too much, and fearing that forewarned lapse of consciousness, to his deep shame he was quick to follow. Not even the slightest amount of tension would be allowed in the leash, him being in no position to test whether or not what he'd been told was the truth, nor how sensitive the trigger action might be. In fact so bouncy was the abrupt motion that it sent those little bells ringing at the very start, each step eliciting a mocking chime from the bell upon his soft cock, and the two dangling from his nipples, quickly perking from the leftover chill of stepping from the shower and the rings pierced through them.

Not once did he pick his eyes up from the floor, his tail wrapped around him to attempt to afford himself just the barest scrap of dignity. It did so little, but it was still the only bit of control he still might have been able to exert here. It didn't take long, for his face to burn, the blush brilliant against white hair. But ever still he didn't stumble, didn't slow, and kept close behind the Emperor, forcing himself to keep his hands at his side rather than folded across his chest like a meek and cringing beast.

It was too much to ask that they might have breakfast in a more private setting, it was something he should have known. But it didn't stop him from briefly recoiling at the sight of it, powerful officials in every chair, some who would have most certainly have heard of him before this point. Before this happened. It was but brief, the intention to keep from letting that leash get tight reclaiming his senses and forcing him forward before that could be allowed to happen.

There was yet still a moment of hesitation, almost wishing he'd been asked to sit on the floor like an animal. But a trophy was a trophy, wasn't it? Whether it be a golden cup, or an enemy stripped bare. Made to be seen, after all. One discomfort lead to another, as he forced himself to obey, settling upon the arm with his tail stuffed into his lap. Sitting exacerbated the problem he was most at loathe to admit to, squirming slightly and unable to get comfortable. Empty yet still, open and cold, the fact that it felt unwelcome and strange not to feel the press of a thick toy inside of him was shameful. Unaware of it, that shifting didn't stop either, slight though it was, his knees pulled close together as he fussed with his tail.

Oh, almost all at this table had heard of the fabled Crimson Duelist brought low through a poorly timed assassination attempt and those that hadn't, were quickly educated by their neighbors. Hungry, greedy eyes trailed over the miqo'te slave, each one wishing to hear the cries he would make when in pleasure. Would he sound like a cat in heat with yowls and purrs more suited to a wild couerl? Or would it be soft pleas and desperate begging?

Tseng discussed various things with those around him in between eating, and he did fix a plate for X'rhun that he fed the miqo'te from, not letting his pet handle the silverware himself. He did occasionally reach over and slide long fingers down a thigh in a light touch or slip under that tail to tease sensitive skin hidden behind it. The squirming wasn't lost on Tseng either, and he wondered when X'rhun would break and beg to be fucked or filled.

At this point, it was honestly a matter of time.

"Sire, will you be sharing your slave with anyone?" inquired a nobleman, staring at X'rhun with a hungry expression on his face and undoubtedly a hard cock in his pants.

"Not physically," Tseng replied, an amused smile on his face. "Visually, I am more than willing to share that with everyone, but I am a greedy man, and I caught him fair and square." He glanced over at X'rhun and the smile grew sharp. "However, should I tire of him or he displeases me greatly, then I will think about physically sharing him with others."

He could not keep from trembling, just gently, no matter how hard he tried to still himself as the gaze of the others at the table raked over him. Nothing to cover himself with, no hope of leaving the room, what other choice did he have but to sit there and be leered at? Lusted over. Just as it was upon the airship, just as it was on those forced marches to and from it, and though he shook, there was still a part of him that was rapidly becoming numb to it. Unable to dredge up the same exact level of crushing humiliation, adjusting to it all. After all, it was what was normal now, wasn't it?

Each little touch gained a little shiver behind it, and he didn't even turn his head away nor demand his own silverware when offered food. No, he would but only give the barest hesitation at first before hunger demanded that pride be thrown aside, forcing himself to be content with eating from the other man's hand for an audience even as his face burned. Soft flesh was, of course as ever, at the worst possible time, hardening again, and the squirming only became just a little more obvious, his hands even moving occasionally to creep over his thighs as if he meant to touch himself then and there. Once or twice even following Tseng's hand as if to join him, as if acting of its own accord. After all, everyone else had seen, everyone knew. Fucked before an army, filled both his mouth and ass for an audience, pretending to have pride now would be nothing more than a charade. The words of the nobleman only ground the idea in harder, slave leaving the man's mouth as easy as breathing, and the word itself just clicked so neatly into place, somewhere in his mind. Wasn't it the truth after all?

X'rhun's ears flattened back against his head in an instant, the tail immediately turning to a full and fluffy bottlebrush as Tseng dangled the idea of ever potentially allowing someone else to lay hands on him. The sharp smile was met with a wide eyed, panicked stare, searching the other man's face for any suggestion of a joke in there.

"You wouldn't." It was soft and quick and quiet, deaf to all the rest of the world but Tseng's own words and what his reply might be. Though phrased as an assertation there was no denying the unsureness of it, a question and a plea in disguise.

"Displease me greatly," Tseng repeated in a soft voice that was a warning of its own. Of course, he only promised to think about it, not actually hand X'rhun over to the first group of lust hungry people he found. After all, it was better to have an unspoken threat over X'rhun's head to ensure good behavior, or at least better behavior, than to have to follow through and have his slave broken in a bad way.

He returned his attention back to his food, resuming the feeding of his pet as he continued carrying on various conversations around him. One of those conversations was the various decorations he had placed on X'rhun, and he encouraged the miqo'te with gentle but firm touches to move to show off the various piercings. The ones around his cock and balls had X'rhun leaning back on the arm and spreading his legs wide as Tseng brushed teasing fingers over each one. He even dipped a finger down to brush over that empty hole, bringing X'rhun's attention to it while pointing out how slick and ready it was for his cock or whatever toy he might feel like slipping into his pet for the day.

Then he let X'rhun resume his former position and returned his attention to their food. Just little reminders that X'rhun's body nor pleasure was his any longer, and any satisfaction came at Tseng's descretion.

Thinking about it left too much up to chance. Granted, he didn't want to hear 'definitely' either, but now that the idea had been floated at all, it would firmly lodge itself in his head. That it would even be considered at all was terrifying, as he cast an eye back towards the table for a moment, momentarily stricken by the thought of dozens of hands on him, gripping, pulling and pinching at bare and sensitive flesh.

No doubt it was due to this newfound anxiety that Tseng would find the former mage suddenly less hesitant and far more amenable, even as his face burned pink and he turned his head away while he leaned back and braced upon the arm of the chair. By some small mercy, he still remained only partially aroused as the other man toyed with the rings and bells upon his cock, though that cosmic mercy thinned as his fingers brushed over his empty and well prepped hole. That caused a gentle jerk downwards, setting off the bells in a brief, loud chime. Not an attempt to escape them, that much was clear.

With a soft hiss, he carefully returned himself to his original position, a light tremor running through him as he did and now visibly just a little harder thanks to the show. Such in fact was his growing discomfort, that he even dared to speak again, once more quiet, trying not to draw much attention from the other nobles present: "How much longer will this last?"

The pliant attitude X'rhun had adopted was nice, but Tseng knew it would only last for so long because that was X'rhun's nature from what he could tell. Accept what he could but seek every advantage he might find. Tseng was going to keep that idle threat of being tossed to the guards as the stick to ensure X'rhun didn't pull too hard at his leash. Tseng was expecting some tugging, but he wasn't going to let X'rhun get away with too much.

The question earned X'rhun a raised brow and a forkful of meat. "Breakfast will last as long as it does, pet," he murmured before a sly smirk curled his lips. "Anxious to be shown off to the rest of the palace, are you? Perhaps a wander through the market for some shopping?"

There was nothing Tseng actually needed from the market, and he had various information and reports to go through from both the now destroyed Castrum as well as the daily running of Garlemald, but it would amuse him to wander the market for a couple of hours with his guards and pet on display. Perhaps he might even find something interesting to purchase for his pet.

Perhaps in the afternoon once he had completed as much work as he could unless something came up.

Whatever possible advantage he might be able to grasp, he'd take. At the moment it was all too tenuous, there was no security at all. Shaken as he was from the days past... Broken, perhaps some might argue, there was just no guarantee that a misstep right now might see him spending the night with a room full of soldiers. Too risky right now, too unsure of where he stood as far as favor went. After all, Tseng revealed too little by way of his face, and X'rhun found it almost impossible to guess what precisely was going through the other mans mind. Previous attempts to sway or manipulate hadn't exactly gone according to plan. If his current state of undress was of any proof of that.

"No, I-" Had to pick better words for it. Stating it aloud was... Out of the question. He squirmed just a little where he sat, pressing his hips back against nothing... Which was precisely what the problem was, much to his growing alarm.

"I need a moment... Please just... Just a few minutes alone." To work out the 'issue' by himself, just a brief moment of hollow satisfaction in the hopes it would do to take the edge off this terrible need.

Tseng watched that squirm, the press of hips against nothing, and knew exactly what the issue was. He wondered briefly if X'rhun himself was aware of his actions or if he simply wanted a bit of time to breathe and not be on display.

"And what exactly would you do in those few minutes alone, hm?" inquired Tseng, sitting back in his chair with some coffee to stare up at X'rhun. "Finger your empty ass while stroking your cock in the hopes it might ease the empty ache inside of you?" He tisked and shook his head. "No. You know what you must do if you wish relief from your current circumstances, pet."

If X'rhun wanted his ass stretched and filled, then he needed to beg Tseng. It was that simple as this was punishment for how he had acted earlier in their room. Tseng was willing to take that begging behind the closed door of his office, but he certainly would not object to it happening here at the table where everyone could see and hear X'rhun.

Of course it wouldn't be that easy, it hadn't been up until this point and Tseng certainly had no reason to make it any easier now. Attempting to lean on what little mercy the other man had was, as ever, a fruitless endeavor. The short huff he made was at once both a noise of desperation and exasperation, the frayed and tattered remains of his pride not substantial enough to prevent the sound.

He should have the patience to wait through this, shouldn't he? They couldn't all very well stay at the table all morning, everyone had things to do. But that wasn't enough to reassure him. The length of time was unknown after all, he had no clue how long it might be until Tseng would be freed up from this, just finishing the meal wouldn't exactly signal the end of being out here after all.

Perhaps the reasoning behind his actions was twofold, more than just seeking relief. An effort to try and bolster that unknown amount of favor, in the hopes of truly making that prior threat really nothing more than that: an idle threat. Trying to word things and present matters in a way that benefitted himself had gone nowhere, only lead to worse and worse situations, what other choice did he have?

"Please." Voice still soft and low, stilling all movement in an effort to draw no further attention from the others at the table. "Please, fill me up... Please, I can't sit like this anymore."

THat little huff of desperate exasperation was delightful, and Tseng turned his head to stare at X'rhun, his lips curling faintly with amusement at that plea from his pet. He drained his coffee before putting the cup on the table in a deliberate move that drew more than one eye towards him beyond the people he was conversing with.

"Very well. What do you wish me to fill you with?" asked Tseng, his voice casual in the fact he wasn't trying to hide their conversation at all. "I do not happen to have any of your plugs or toys with us as this is breakfast."

Not that it would be hard for one of the servants to retrieve a plug from his room, and he quietly signaled one of the servers to do just that as he continued focusing on X'rhun. The ones here had already been instructed on what they were or were not permitted to take from his room in circumstances like this.

X'rhun wasn't his first pet after all. Just the one Tseng was going to keep with him all the time as that other pet had vanished one day after trying to sell a few of Tseng's secrets to someone outside the palace.

This was a mistake, he should have waited. It was too late to go back now though, and his ears pinned back against his head as Tseng casually asked his question, loud enough to be heard by the rest of the table. He missed the signal to the servant of course, too caught up in his own humiliation to take note of it. Perhaps if he did, he'd have bitten his tongue now.

This was a ploy to get him to ask to be fucked, wasn't it? An attempt to get him to say it out loud where everyone could hear it, and this time without any obvious teasing or torment to make the situation look desperate. There was another look towards the guests at the table, forced to consider how much this would be worth shaming himself further. No further left to fall, why even bother? They already saw him as a whore, what was there to defend anymore?

"... With your cock, please... sir." His tone was rasping, the always present, feline growl just a little more prominent here as he let the words just tumble out. The look he gave was nothing short of pleading, face pink and eyes just slightly downcast, with his thighs pulled tightly together as if that might somehow stave off the feeling of being left empty.

Even if X'rhun had seen the signal to the servant and held his tongue, there was no guarantee that he would have gotten to enjoy the plug in his sweet ass until he begged louder and in front of more people.

Of course, his miqo'te's body language was miserable and defeated, and it made Tseng quire happy to see the famed Crimson Duelist so crushed through simple pleasure with a touch of pain for spice. He sat back in his chair and patted his thigh in invitation. "Crawl under the table, take my cock out, and suck me until I'm hard," he instructed in a calm voice. He knew it probably wouldn't take long until all he had to tell X'rhun was to crawl under the table and the miqo'te would do the rest unordered. "Once I'm hard, you may fuck yourself on my cock until I come."

Another lesson for X'rhun was that his pleasure was secondary to Tseng's, and he should focus entirely on making Tseng come for rewards. This time, the reward would be a plug in his ass after Tseng had enjoyed it at the breakfast table. If X'rhun provided enough of a show for the others at the table, this would become a regular occurrence at the breakfast table.

And what a sight it was, a once deadly and dangerous enemy of the empire, the end of so many soldiers and conscripts, a wanted Ala Mhigan freedom fighter and dissident for almost twenty years, practically a legend. Reduced over the course of a few brutal days to a lustful, humiliated toy. Some part of him prayed that all at home would assume him dead, the idea of being seen like this by old friends and compatriots a horrifying one. No one would come to rescue him, but at least then they'd still recall him as he was. Not as he was now, as he slipped from the arm of the chair with defeated resignation to crawl beneath the table.

Of course this wasn't going to be about his own pleasure, he didn't have to wonder if his own climax would be considered here. It was all just to regain that feeling of fullness, just to have something, a toy or a cock, stretching him to his limit. With hands far more deft than he expected from himself like this, he moved to free Tseng from his trousers, easing the other man's thick member from the cloth that held it. It was with virtually no hesitation that he opened his mouth, first to run his tongue along its length to coax it to harden. Again and again, pausing to suck upon the side with one hand resting upon its base, steeling himself for the next part.

It was still a feat, to swallow him down, as sizeable as Tseng was. X'rhun was slow, careful, not wishing to gag upon it as he'd done so many times before. No, the noise would be far too lewd here, too many present though this would all eventually end in him riding Tseng for all present. What little scraps of dignity he could hold to, he would, as he eased a few more inches past his lips and down his throat. He had to hesitate more than once, breathing through his nose as he did so, until at last, the other man would surely feel the head of his cock pressing against the back of the miqo'te's throat, X'rhun's tongue sliding across the bottom of that thick and heavy shaft as his nose rested lightly against his lower belly.

One more moment to adjust, trying so hard not to make much sound, a near impossible task as small, wet little gags and gasps still managed to work their way free of him. And then, finally, he began to suck, his head slowly starting to bob up and down along Tseng's cock.

Every eye on the table was on X'rhun, breaths held in anticipation to see if he would willingly crawl under the table to suck the emperor's cock in front of everyone. Many were sure it would never happen, despite the rumors flying around the palace and how X'rhun had been acting at the table so far.

But then, that lithe figure slid off the seat's armor to slide under the table and there was the sound of rustling cloth that was horribly loud in the silence of the room. A couple of men farther down the table were unable to resist as they bent down, looking under the heavy metal and wood table to find that X'rhun had his face in the emperor's lap. They quickly sat up and shared the news with their neighbors in a harsh whisper.

Tseng himself sat back, staring down at X'rhun with a hot gaze, as that blond head started sucking his cock. He offered no tips or praise as his cock slowly vanished between those sweet lips that once spat curses and spells. Only when X'rhun started bobbing his head, sucking on his cock, did Tseng show any sort of affection to the Miqo'te as his hand came down to rest between those ears.

"Very good, my pet, and what a quick learner you are," he said, praise making his voice warm even as his cock started to harden under his pet's clever mouth. "Not many would be skilled enough to take me so completely in their throat with the same ease that you demonstrate."

It wouldn't take long for him to grow fully hard, but this was all about demonstrating his control over X'rhun and ensuring everyone realized he had turned the fabled enemy of the Empire into a mewling, cock hungry sex slave. It would make others worry about what he might do to them should they move against him.

Silence was impossible. Though well aware that his own hearing would be more keen than any Garlean's, even he could tell how sharply the fabric rustled, and how clearly the wet and sticky sound of Tseng's cock sliding in and out of his mouth and throat carried in the room. They'd all gone quiet around them, in anticipation he imagined. If only he could have disappointed them.

His eyes had been shut tightly before as he worked, the reminder that it was all only to bring the other man to a full arousal doing nothing to ease the shame, though at this point all trepidation had been cast away. He knew how well he could take Tseng's heavy cock, he knew it would only be a matter of time before his throat adjusted and he'd no longer gag as he swallowed him down. The minor reassurance that he wouldn't be getting a belly full of cum for breakfast was just that: minor. He'd still be leaving this room no doubt with the other man's seed trailing down his thigh, whatever managed to slip free of him before he'd be stuffed with a plug once more. The fact that the idea of it only caused his own cock to ache was humiliating, but it didn't stop him from trying to find some measure of friction against it between his thighs, one hand even visibly inching back towards it as at last his eyes cracked open, his face red as Tseng doled out that perversely tender praise.

The only response was a soft, wet little gag, and a gentle and desperate moan, sucking hard in an effort to coax the other man further along. He'd be riding it soon enough, and while the others at the table might need to duck now to get a show, it wouldn't be long now until they'd all be able to witness quite comfortably how well Tseng's new toy, this broken mage, stretched around his master's cock. The temptation was there to try and push it, to see if he could take him to completion right here and now and avoid that... But the idea of being left empty, even more than the idea of suffering the emperor's wrath, kept him from even that level of boldness.

Instead, with a wet pop, he pulled his mouth off of the other man's cock to gauge it, breathless and in need of a moment anyway. Surely, surely that was good enough, as he even began to move to climb back out from under the table to mindlessly complete the order he'd been given, flushed and panting.

Truthfully, even if Tseng wasn't as hard as he could be under that wet, hot mouth, he would still encourage X'rhun up into his lap, but just the thought of his pretty pet fucking himself on Tseng's cock had the Garlean harden under those sweet ministrations. Dark eyes flicked around the table, taking in the hungry and lustful gazes that were directed toward his pet. A couple of men were shifting in their chairs as if trying to relieve their own discomfort, and Tseng wondered how many of them would be late to their own businesses due to relieving the lust building in their veins.

Then X'rhun was climbing out from under the table, a delightful blush on his cheeks, and Tseng encouraged him to turn around, settling with his back to Tseng's chest. Not only would everyone at the table be able to watch X'rhun pleasure himself on Tseng's cock, but X'rhun would be able to see everyone staring at him, taking in every little detail in that slender body and flushed face.

"Show everyone how well you can dance in my lap, pretty pet," Tseng purred in an ear as he gently gripped X'rhun's wrists and pulled his hands behind his back, forcing his back to arch and push his chest out. "And don't muffle your beautiful sounds. Let everyone know how much you enjoy being stretched around my cock, chasing your pleasure even as you pleasure me."

A servant arrived, carrying a crystal plug on a towel, and Tseng took it to place it on the table in full view of everyone, including X'rhun. It was the promise that his pet would be filled and stretched should he do a good job of pleasuring Tseng and putting on a show for the rest of the table. Of course, that everyone else at the table could see that plug and how clear it was meant that everyone would know that all they had to do was get X'rhun to bend over and everyone would see the plug beneath the miqo'te's tail. If they were really fortunate, they could see Tseng's seed inside X'rhun as well due to how clear the plug was.

The atmosphere at the table was tense, watchful, as each eye was trained on X'rhun, eager to watch him fuck himself on his master's cock.

Once again, he was the center of attention, as it had been since the day Tseng had paraded him through the ranks and forced him aboard the airship. All eyes on him and his bared, decorated body, their expressions hungry and attentive. And while the humiliation still caused his face to burn, it no longer turned his stomach or prompted him to plead, not anymore. Those nerves had been ground down to nothing, and begging would get him nowhere.

He offered no resistance as Tseng pulled back on his arms, arching his back in a pretty display as he positioned himself over the emperor's hard and slick cock. It hadn't been long enough, not nearly long enough, for his body to tighten up again, so there was little concern that he'd injure himself even upon the Garlean's thick and impressive member. Precisely as intended, he didn't have to ponder upon that one. The appearance of the plug, placed down upon the table where everyone could see it, cemented precisely what he was doing and why. His own orgasm was secondary, something he'd still surely chase in the hopes of some form of relief and to amuse and arouse the audience. But all he was working for and guaranteed for a job well done was the comfort of being stuffed full again.

It was only with a little bit of ungainly awkwardness that he lowered himself, easing his hips down and slowly allowing the other man's aroused member to begin its long press into him. Well prepared and stretched though he might be, some care was still necessary to ensure he impaled himself smoothly. His breath hitched, as the thick head began to slide over his prostate, a soft whine soon growing into a loud and heated moan. He'd not even tried to stifle himself, precisely as he was told to, his thighs shaking as inch by inch, he took Tseng's cock.

The effect it'd have on him, to fill himself so fully again, was as obvious as it was shameful as his already half aroused member perked and hardened, every little movement setting off the bell upon the ring. It'd be a noise the whole room would become very familiar with very soon, though once he'd fully seated himself upon Tseng's lap he'd need a moment to adjust to him. With his body shaking oh so slightly and his chest already heaving from the effort, his head rolled back and his legs spread to expose himself and just how far the emperor's cock had stretched him.

Only after he'd had that small amount of time to collect himself would he begin to move, eyes shut tightly and his head resting back against Tseng's shoulder as his hips rolled, the motion at once fluid and grace, but blatantly desperate, the bells chiming with the motion as his tail wrapped about the other man's arm.

The fact that X'rhun's tail wrapped around Tseng's arm instead of trying to hide was a marvelous improvement over how the pet had been acting just the day before, all embarrassed and modest. Now, he was willingly sliding onto Tseng's cock, showing off just how well he could take the thick hardness. Every eye at the table was focused on that loose hole as it stretched wide around Tseng before that lithe body started moving, the bell chiming loudly in the silence.

Tseng didn't bother to hide his smirk as X'rhun started to fuck himself on Tseng's cock, and he reached down to lightly wrap his fingers around the miqo'te's now hard cock, barely touching it as X'rhun moved, now fucking Tseng's fists as well as his cock.

"I wonder if you'll come before I do, pet," mused Tseng, his voice soft, and his eyes flicked around the table, watching as more than one hand slid into pants for a bit of relief. "Of course, if you do, you're not allowed to stop moving until after I have come in your tight ass."

It was one thing for Tseng to keep fucking X'rhun after X'rhun had come, but it was another for the miqo'te to continue fucking himself. Another lesson for X'rhun to learn this day. Of course, each lesson would only break down the miqo'te a little more until nothing of the Crimson Duelist remained. Only the slutty pet who was more than eager to follow whatever command given so he could enoy his Master's cock once more.

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