Acquiescence

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Disclaimer: consensual non-con!
If you're uncomfortable reading this,
all you need to know is Linias
has a mental breakdown lol
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     Linias sat on the edge of the bed right beside his resting Master. Of course he still remembered his ‘offer’ but even after the full day passed by and it being well into the night he still wasn’t any more willing to fulfill the ‘offer’.

What if…he just didn’t listen?

No–NoNoNoNoNoNo when he failed his duty with the manticore–

The servant’s hand brushed against the lower half of his scar that stretched over his right eye then a shuddered breath left his lungs.

His duty to Haetia was above all else.

He attempted to keep his resolve as firm as he could, despite the voice of Nevenia’s opposition raging on in his mind.

It wouldn’t be the first time his Master asked for this sort of treatment but it still worried him all the same and so he worked slowly and hesitantly.

Linias drew the blanket aside by Haetia’s shoulder – unknowingly sighing in relief at him being seemingly untouched. Usually he left a trail of vines if he left his Master alone, though this time around he just grew a carnivorous tulip on the door knob. Back in Gwyneira when Haetia would want to be left alone he’d do the same and usually people would end up getting a fierce bite in return since it looked no different from a normal tulip. It’d also allow him to see across the hallway but no more or less. Sure it was risky to do now that they were away from his Master’s home but in truth he didn’t have the energy to put his vines through the trouble this time around.

Speaking of, Haetia would probably want some form of bondage and he’d typically just use his vines–not now though. Since it was still an establishment of Mitsuyo’s Linias knew there’d be some playthings around somewhere.

All it took was for him to open the first drawer of the nightstand to find them. The first contained some normal things: just lube and the like. Going further down the drawers he found more elaborate toys but really he just wanted to get this over with so the normal stuff it was. Only a pair of circular leather belts linked together by a chain, a gag, a blindfold, and then a prostate massager and a dildo for safekeeping, he wasn’t too sure if he even wanted to use them yet.

His caress snuck under Haetia’s exceptionally short and loose satin night robe, gradually lifting it until it revealed his bare rear – meaning that Haetia removed the underwear Linias had put on for him.

After a long inhale and even longer exhale, Linias finally brought himself to throw down his black jacket, sweater, and belt, draping them across the couch. Then of course all his footwear as well before he crawled onto the bed, sliding Haetia to the center on his back. Linias went ahead and started with restraining his wrists together via the leather belts, then he tied the blindfold across his eyes and gagged his mouth – though he went back afterwards and redid them all a bit tighter since his Prince enjoyed the pain.

He’d known Haetia long enough to know that he was genuinely fast asleep at the moment and not just faking it for the sake of their play. Thankfully as well, since it gave Linias some time to get himself in the mood which very much eluded him right now. He never had much of a method to it before since he had a tight control over his lustful urges–what with Dharax and Mitsuyo both–but it seemed like he’d need one this time.

As much as he tried to stroke himself into arousal his private wouldn’t swell even a little to the point he started to grow anxious – If he couldn’t fulfill his Master’s request then–No, no, it was fine. He just had to focus a bit more. His thoughts were elsewhere; he just needed to remember what he was taught.

…Was it his Master that was setting him off? Maybe all of his doubtful and profane thoughts about Haetia were making this harder for him, not to mention harder to forget those thoughts in the first place.

Just to test his theory, Linias turned Haetia over onto his stomach, guiding his lengthy strands to the side and raising the hem of his gown over his waistline to keep his backside fully visible. And again he tried to bring himself into an erection. He didn’t get a full erection but he had a little bit more success this time albeit the totality of the problem still remained. Even keeping his eyes away from Haetia didn’t help all too much.

Linias had already well passed the point of admonishing himself for his incapabilities and failures of a servant for such a simple task, especially since he never had an issue like this before.

And at the same time he came up with another idea.

It felt a bit sacrilegious to do so, but…

With wavering hands, Linias hesitantly dipped his fingers into his Prince’s hole. Damp. Haetia probably pleasured himself after he’d left. Now he was more self-conscious than ever. Originally his plan was to wake up Haetia by some means of slapping him – either his face or rear, both worked. He knew that Haetia wouldn’t have a problem with penetration in his sleep but still…it felt…wrong.

Not to say that he hadn’t done so for a few of Mitsuyo’s patrons before but this was different – This was his Master!

Linias vehemently shook his head, diminishing the idea that plagued his mind. Instead he picked up the prostate massager and slid it in just so something would plug up that hole before he did something he regretted. Toys wouldn’t completely satisfy his Master but he had to buy some time for now. The servant struck his cheeks with open palms, pushing out whatever of his hesitation was left so he could finally get to the main portion of his work.

      He hoisted Haetia’s lower half onto his lap then fiddled with the prostate massager, slipping a miniscule part out and back in again while angling it lower just to stimulate his senses. Haetia’s once wilted dick reacted faster than he did as it slid the dangling satin higher with its rise, and only after the fact did Haetia start to writhe and respond in muffled vocal murmurs.

What was once slight and occasional low groans and twitches suddenly escalated into panicked twists and suppressed screams – Haetia was undeniably awake now.

The blindfold was an unforeseen well-needed addition since Linias couldn’t suppress the bits of panic on his own face since he still hasn’t solved his erectile dysfunction problem at the moment, let alone the fact that it prevented Haetia from knowing about it in the first place–at least for now.

First things first, he needed to keep the act going and just hope that the problem would solve itself if he couldn’t think of anything in the meantime.

“You’re awake!” Linias feigned a thrilled voice. “Shh, shhh. It’s alright calm down, I won’t hurt you. At least I don’t think I will, for now. I just couldn’t bear to see you with that–disgusting thing you call a fiance.”

Almost like he forgot what he asked Linias for, Haetia’s fidgeting paused for a moment before resuming although less aggressively. Enough to be believable acting but not enough to feel genuine.

The disadvantage of this method was that he would have to rely on his knowledge of Haetia and his limits since he couldn’t very well vocalize his intolerance if necessary; yet on the brightside Linias wasn’t planning on being too violent today anyway.

To quell his insincere protests, Linias placed the weight of his torso along his back while still keeping a hold on the toy inside as he continued to prod his prostate with it. Saliva saturated the panel gag that stretched across his mouth until it leaked down the corners and wet the sheets and pillow covers.

Then, the retainer snarled against his ear, “Is it worth it? Marrying him just for his money? He’ll never treat you as well as I do. ”

In some attempt to continue his resistance Haetia vaguely swung his head from side to side, jolting halfway through from the unrelenting gratifying abuse of his dripping hole before abruptly spasming in his ‘kidnapper’s’ arms.

Linias scoffed once he deflated into the covers, sitting back and admiring his still twitching groin.

“You really had a dry orgasm? I wasn’t even playing with you for too long.”

With a swift tug he removed the toy, causing another muffled croak from his ‘victim’ and more twitches, although Haetia’s erection didn’t subside. On the contrary, his atypical pale skin was flushed all over in different shades of pink and red. A dreadfully familiar scent began to permeate throughout the bedroom, making the air between them grow dense and laden until it was hard to breathe. Haetia’s pheromones.

In any other scenario Linias would deny them but regretfully they were just the unnatural kick his dick needed to finally ripen and set his mind mostly at ease. There was still the fact of his lingering turmoil regarding his Master and Nevenia and that wouldn’t subside no matter how hard he tried. For now, all he could do was just focus to the best of his ability on pleasing Haetia.

“I’ve watched you with him. He’s never made you come once, has he? Always prioritizing himself and never you. And look, I made you orgasm without even using my cock.”

Now that he could finally use his girth, he patted Haetia’s entrance with the shaft just to get it excited and excited it was judging by its continued throbbing.

“If you weren’t gagged right now I’m sure you would be begging me to put it in, but your body is already asking for it enough. I didn’t even have to fuck you yet for it to know that piece of shit doesn’t even compare to me.” With both of his hands he stretched the ring until it was teetering more on the ovalish side. “Hah, like hell you’d beg. It’d be a dream for me if you asked me for something like this, let alone compliment me at all.”

Linias swallowed a short breath.

“...”

He scoffed again, this time with a flickering smirk that bounced between that and slight pain.

“Well, whatever. I can show you now what he doesn’t have and what you couldn’t see for yourself.”

While still prying his rim open with his hand, Linias properly oriented his heat to his Master’s ass before sliding it inside one excruciating inch at a time all while Haetia’s hushed hatred beat against the thin panel gag. Despite his silenced oral objections his body almost seemed to back up into him as if trying to rush the penetration to its entirety.

“Careful there, My Lord. I might start to think that you actually do want me over your ‘fiance’, as much as I would’ve preferred you to say so before I went through all this effort to prove my worth to you.”

Linias kept his puckered entrance pried even when he started to ram against his loose walls. If Haetia wasn’t so restricted right now he imagined that his whorish mouth would be raving at max volume as always judging by his never ceasing squirms and flails that could be nothing else but signs of fervent joy.

The chain between Haetia’s wrists clanked against itself as he scraped the belts against each other, trying to cause them to dig into his skin even more than they already were. At times a peak of a scarlet streak could be seen beneath the leather the more it chafed away at his white wrists that he kept high over his head while his face was buried into his upper arm. Even if he tried or wanted to get any of the bindings off he couldn’t with how tightly constricted they were around his body.

Still sensitive from his dry orgasm, Haetia struggled to withstand his servant’s devout loyalty violently grinding against his weak state and so he was already salivating again with its paired gagged whimpers and moans as he pushed back against the force, indirectly pleading for its repeated assault.

“You’ve–been wanting me to do this, haven’t you, My Lord?” Linias’s canined smirk stuttered.

Again Haetia stammered to shake his head in denial.

Parts of the satin gown dampened and darkened from his sweat, then soon enough streaming translucency as it trailed upwards from the angled position.

“Don’t try and deny it. You’re already about to come again. Should I put a cock ring around instead?”

Haetia fiercely protested in a mixture of bleats and continued ardent sways of his hair.

“So you do want to come don’t you? It’s alright My Lord, you can tell me. I’m your most truthful and loyal retainer after all, not to mention your only one. I wouldn’t tell a soul, unlike your fiance who parades his marriage to you like he tamed a wild beast. And yet you still love–fuck him.”

In an instant the retainer shoved his Prince’s face deep into the sheets, making him scramble to catch what loose strands of breaths he could from the asphyxiation. And still his crazed thrusts didn’t show even a sliver of mercy as they drove any specks of air he managed to gather right back out again in sharp heaves and almost retches. From behind his blindfold Haetia’s amethyst irises glossed over with indecent thoughts that pleaded for him not to stop.

“If anything I tamed you, didn’t I? Your hole is so wet that it just pulls me right back in. But I wouldn’t say something so uncouth to you, My Lord. If only you..knew how much I respect you…But my devotion to you should–should’ve–been enough.”

Halfway through speaking Linias’s voice began to raise, crack, and quiver but Haetia’s blank slated mind hardly noticed since he was at the cusp of climaxing at the start and fervently ejaculating by the end.

     The sheer, lactic streaks shot out in thick spurts across his abdomen and inner robe, still struggling to breathe and almost becoming light headed until Linias lugged him upright by his opulent hair.

“Hah! And you came before me, My Lord? You’ve climaxed twice now. Tell me, are you really hating this?”

This time Haetia didn’t respond at all, only silently wheezing through the panel gag.

Linias hesitated to speak again, drawing a few inaudible inhales before finally continuing his act in a much quieter tone, almost seeming somber and melancholic now that it didn’t have its previous vigor. “Then, if you won’t tell me to stop, I’ll continue. After all, I’ll do anything you desire, Master.”

He pulled his Master against his chest, arm around his neck and waist while he resumed his merciless violation. Whatever respirations Haetia managed to get in were short lived once his broad arm constricted his neck that was as thin as a pen by comparison. Now that his head was angled upwards his saliva streamed down his throat where his air wished to go, resulting in him choking a fruitless effort to clear his airway with the gag blocking his attempts.

With Linias right by his ear, Haetia heard as his normal exhales abruptly cut into segments and then start to tremble.

“I–All those years of catering to your every whim and you choose anyone else over me? Hah–Hahahaha! I wasn’t even asking for anything, I didn’t want to be anything to you–I’m fine being your retainer–”

Then what was once just quaking breaths turned into a likewise quivering voice.

“I’ve always been fine being your retainer or whatever you need me to be–I do anything and everything you ask and suddenly that’s not right–?”

A thin veil of water stuck strands of Haetia’s ivory hair to his servant’s cheek the more fissured and fractured his words became.

“Everyone’s trying to tell me what to do–What to think–But I’m–I’m fine I’m fine I swear I’m fine I’ve lived my entire life serving you and I’ll do it all over again because that’s–That’s all I know and that’s the only fucking thing I’m good at I–I just wish I never met them I just wish none of this ever happened–Because now I–I don’t know anything anymore and I don’t know if I’m even–If I’m–actually content because everyone is telling me I’m not but I know I am I know–”

The vice stricture around his body constricted further, enough for Haetia’s thin frame to curve inwards and for his consciousness to flash in an instance of black–maybe even longer than an instant since the next thing he knew he was sprawled out onto the blanket panting more than a hound in a desert with several areas of his body loudly pulsing; especially his crotch area that he barely realized was soaked in spurt from the front and back, meaning that they had both reached their limit somewhere along the line.

     His once obstructed vision became blinded by a painful shine of light, slowly turning from murky colors to his usual clear sight. Linias quietly undid the belts and removed the gag, caressing the areas that they had defiled until Haetia pulled him down by the nape of his neck.

“That–” Haetia cleared his throat that was moderately hoarse from lack of use – or too much use. “Was the best one yet! Wow I really didn’t know that you were so good at this!” He rubbed the wet streaks away with his thumb. “And the tears? Golden! I didn’t know you knew how to fake crying! That’s hard for a lot of people you know–Fuck that was amazing! I think I might’ve actually passed out somewhere there but all the better!”

Linias’s expression faintly faltered until Haetia slapped his cheeks together in the palm of his hands.

“Bath time! Now! I don’t wanna do it in the morning.”

“....” The servant rubbed his still swelled, burning eyes, swallowing whatever tremors were left in his voice, and finally he weakly muttered. “...Yes…Master.”