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She sat on the floor, fingers fidgeting with the sheer nightgown she wore and the delicate metal collar around her neck as she wondered when he would return. She sat upright, knees beneath her in an attempt to avoid sullying the pillow she sat on with her need, which quickened every time she thought of him. Her master. Her owner.
And then the door opened, and she felt her heart leap to her throat, desire pooling between her legs at the sight of him, his golden hair and piercing blue eyes gazing at her. And oh how her heart soared when he smiled at her.
She scrambled from her sitting position so she was in front of him and got on her knees, parting her lips for him hungrily.
"Good evening, my pet."
A thrill ran up her spine at the name as she watched him carefully pry off his armor, his gaze never leaving her. Eyes flitted over her body and watched as he undressed, her need spilling to the floor from twixt her legs and from her mouth both. She knew she was broken, and she was grateful for it... For the opportunity to serve him.
After his armor was off, Zenos stepped back towards the Warrior of Light and placed a finger under her jaw, forcing her head backwards, his gaze never leaving hers.
His touch sent an aching thrill through her body, and she whined softly, arching her back further.
Zenos remained motionless, smirking down at the needy creature below him, until she whined again more feverishly. His other hand grasped at her locks and yanked backwards, forcing her back into a most graceful arch as she cried out softly.
"Don't be selfish. Remember your place and who you serve."
The Warrior of Light whimpered softly, and Zenos brought the finger that had lifted her chin to her mouth, brushing it against her lips until they parted and welcomed the invasion with soft, fervent licks. He let go of his grip on her scalp and she eased her head back so that it was upright, separating her lips and taking in more of his fingers as he slipped a second in with the first. As she took in as much as she could, Zenos hooked his fingers gently at the back of her throat, causing her to gag, desire prickling through her body as she did so.
He pulled his fingers out as she gasped for air, a string of saliva trailing after them as he brought his grip to the collar around her neck and pulled upwards, forcing the Warrior of Light to stand. Threads of her wetness stretched and broke as she rose, leaving a smear of slickness upon the tiles.
"You make such a lovely mess, my pet," Zenos purred, brushing his lips against her ear as he led her to the bed, heat rising to her cheeks in humiliation.
He placed his palm twixt her shoulder blades and pushed gently, bidding her down onto the bed as he growled in his arousal, her heart pounding in response to the noise and her skin singing under his touch. Dutifully she followed his instructions, chest down against the bed while the rest of her was raised to him.. For him. She shuddered at the thought of her pitiful need bared to him, and felt her wetness throb as he chuckled.
The Warrior of Light arched her back as far as was physically possible, silently begging him for his touch, her release, only for Zenos to gently place his finger against her ass and circle, rending a despaired cry from her lips.
"My lord, p-please, I-I need it."
Zenos made no sound to imply he had heard, merely electing to continue circling gently around the taut ring of muscle.
"P-Please my Lord," she whimpered, shifting herself as though doing so would convince Zenos to touch her wetness instead. "P-please not there, I can't bear it."
Zenos pushed against her ass, earning a soft cry of defeat from the other as he sank his finger into her. His fingers began to explore wihin, pressing up against her walls as her cries turned into pleas against his ministrations.
"Please not my ass my Lord, p-please..."
She squeaked as Zenos pushed a second finger in with the first, gradually working her open, causing strange pressured sensations.
"Tell me, who do you serve?"
"Y-you, my Lord."
"Why do you think it acceptable to request things from me?"
The Warrior of Light remained silent, failing to come up with an appropriate answer to his question, and buried her face into the sheets below her.
"I asked you a question."
She whimpered.
"I'm sorry, my Lord," she mumbled from the sheets.
"What should you say instead?"
Zenos scissored his fingers suddenly, sending a gnawing dull pain through her lower body.
She felt a thrill of desire shoot through her frame, adding to the already torturous hunger between her legs.
"P-Please fuck my ass and use me for your pleasure, Lord Zenos."
Zenos smiled.
"Much better," He purred, pulling his fingers out when he was convinced he'd worked her open as much as possible.
"And since you asked so nicely, how can I resist?"
Zenos shifted, bringing the tip of his cock to her ass and pushing gently, forcing the Warrior of Light open as she cried out and gasped pitifully below him. Fists clawed at the sheets below her and balled up as he tore her open, and when he was fully sheathed within her, he yanked on her hair, bringing her body flush with his. Against him her legs quivered, toes extending as she tried to reach the floor to support herself.
"What do we say?"
She cried pitifully, grasping at the air, for something, anything, to grab.
"What do we say?" Zenos growled, grabbing her wrists and pinning her arms to her back.
"T-Thank you, Lord Zenos, for fucking my ass."
"Isn't that better?" He cooed, and then he pulled backwards abruptly before forcing himself back into the other, pained cries spilling forth from her throat at the bizarre, painful sensations that resulted from his motions.
Zenos brushed his hand over her chest as she quivered and writhed in his grasp, her toes barely reaching the ground when he was fully in her, and delighted in how her nipples peaked under his touch. Between her legs her depravity still continued to pool, and as she trembled thin strings began to smear and drool down her thighs. Zenos pinched gently at the tense flesh, brushing his lips along her ear.
"I want to bury my cock in you over and over, and fuck you until you can no longer walk in a straight line, and that is exactly what I'm going to do, is that clear?"
The Warrior of Light whimpered, moaning as Zenos twisted at the perky flesh, and nodded.
"And then, my dear pet, I have to address some oh so boring princely things, and Im going to take you with me to keep things interesting. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Being shown off as the filthy needy animal you are."
It was a rhetorical question, but she nodded, his words bouncing through her skull, sending her hunger roaring.
Zenos quickened his pace, snaking his fingers down the Warrior of Light's chest and across her stomach to her crotch. Soft, calloused pads played with the soft wiry hairs there as she whined and protested, unable to buck her hips because of the invasion in her rear still sending bizarre sensations up and along her quivering figure.
Zenos gently slid his cool finger to the tip of her wetness and pressed up against her clit, rolling his finger, causing the Eorzean beneath him to writhe and tremble in response to the combination of strange, painful, and pleasurable sensations he caused. He shifted further down still, and she shuddered at the cool, soft touch against her heat as it pried open the folds of her skin, and then slid up and into her, hooking and pressing upwards against her most deliciously.
"T-Thank you," she cried, squirming and thrashing in response to his exquisite touch. "Thank you my Lord, thank you, thank you."
And then he removed his finger, earning a broken cry of protest from the other at such a short lived euphoria, only to wrap his hands around her neck. He squeezed gently at first, but his grip quickly grew vicious, cutting off her airway as his thrusts too abruptly quickened. Choked gasps escaped her throat, and every time she heaved for breath, Zenos felt her walls constrict and hug around him, clenching as if they too were desperate for oxygen.
"Every time I choke you you tighten exquisitely around my cock, my pet," he growled in her ear, grip loosening momentarily to allow her a few gasps of breath before strangling her again, grunting softly as she contracted and convulsed around him. "And the sounds you make are most delicious too."
His words had her quaking in need, grateful that she, her pathetic body, was able to provide her Lord with such pleasure as darkness danced around the edges of her vision, threatening to overcome her.
Zenos' hands squeezed at her neck with newfound strength, his thrusting quickening abruptly as the Warrior of Light choked and struggled for air, until he buried himself into her and emptied himself into her still trembling figure, his grasp on her throat finally letting up.
She fell forward onto the bed, her quivering legs finally giving way beneath her, as Zenos slid himself out of her, his essence slowly joining the trail of her need down the inside of her thigh.
As she caught her breath, she heard Zenos refitting his armor behind her, metal clinking upon metal as she gathered her breath, her senses still not quite there. She felt intoxicated, hear head reeling, stars still dancing along her vision as Zenos neared her again, a length of chain ringing in one of his hands. He fidgeted with the edge of the chain at her neck, fastening it to her collar, before tugging gently.
So soon...
The Warrior of Light rose shakily to her feet, stumbling left and right as she followed her Lord out of the room, legs still bowing and threatening to give way with every step. She was so tired... And yet, she had not the strength to complain... At least not audibly.
She felt the stares of men on her as she trailed behind Zenos, her steps causing the slick mixture of her need and his essence to trail down her leg at a more rapid pace, some of it dripping onto the floor behind her. She felt the heat rising to her cheeks as Zenos tugged on the leash, bidding her along as she shivered. And then as she followed Zenos through the row of men on either side, up the carefully laid carpet to his throne, she felt her skin prickling as his men stared at her silently.
At last, after what seemed like an eternity, they reached his throne, and Zenos looked down his nose at her.
"Kneel."
Her need rapturous in her stomach, she did, delighting in how the heat soared in her veins as people watched her subservience to her lord.
For a while Zenos spoke only to his men, paying no attention to the Warrior of Light as she knelt by him, eyes to the ground as she wallowed in the sound of his voice echoing across the hall, but he quickly grew bored, unsheathing his blade and bringing it to the underside of her jaw, pulling gently and bidding her look up at him as he continued to speak to his men.
The Warrior of Light melted under his gaze, relishing the sharp sensation beneath her chin, as warm, wet droplets curled down the blade and fell to her thigh. Zenos' face remained blank, hollow, judging.
"On your knees."
The instruction cut through the numbness of the rest of his words like butter. An order for her, not something to be ignored. She obeyed, the edge of his katana still pressed up under her chin.
Her breath quickened as Zenos removed the blade and shifted it to the base of her sternum, pressing the edge gently up against her skin and slicing upwards gently. Soft, small moans escapeed from her lips as blood oozed from the wound, and Zenos stopped when he reached the hollow between her collarbone, moving the flat of his blade to the Warrior of Light's inner thigh.
Silently, he pressed, a wordless instruction to spread her legs.
She shifted her weight between her legs, prying them open gradually until the pressure of his blade let up. Not once did her eyes leave Zenos' face, and even as he spoke to his men, his never left the apex of her thighs. She felt the tightness in her stomach twist in over itself when he smiled slightly in amusement, his eyes on the slick wetness that clung to the inside of her legs.
She gasped as she felt the blade on the inside of her thigh curve, and pinch, her Lord carefully slicing a new wound on the soft, supple flesh. Blood flowed freely, joining the mess of wetness on the floor below her.... She hadn't known it possible to ache so badly with desire.
Zenos shifted his blade yet again, and her breath caught in her throat as he pressed the flat of it against her wetness, her body stiffening. Still she kept her eyes on Zenos, watching his lips twist into a smirk as she held her breath, the cold blade running slowly up and down her wetness.
When Zenos removed the blade she shuddered despite herself, muscles relaxing momentarily as Zenos sheathed the blade and turned back to his men. She watched as he fidgeted with the armor around his waist, and gasped softly when he freed himself from his restraints, surprised that Zenos would so readily show himself in front of his subjects. And yet, she reasoned, he had no reason not to.
Eyes back on his men, Zenos stepped towards the Warrior of Light, and grabbed a fistful of her hair in one hand, yanking her forwards. She felt a jolt of excitement run down her spine as he pressed her face up against his crotch, and she opened, graciously allowing her Lord to push himself into her mouth, the hand on her scalp tugging downwards as he thrust upwards, forcing himself into her throat.
"Do not disappoint me, girl," he growled, continuing to work her over him before resuming his address.
She licked at him hungrily, choking, gagging, as his cock reached into places that had once seemed impossible. She delighted in his use of her, her body singing with desire as she imagined the expressions on the faces of her Lord's men, watching him use the filthy Eorzean slut's mouth for his own pleasure. She looked up at him as he fucked her mouth, stomach twisting with need under the piercing blue gaze of his eyes. His mouth still formed words at his men that had long since turned into a buzz of noise she didn't hear. She felt him shift, his feet pressing up between her legs, and she squeaked, rubbing herself up against him in an attempt to chase her own release. Zenos' grip on her scalp tightened in warning, but she continued, unable to resist herself, her need growing stronger as she envisioned the disgust on his mens' faces.
She was so far gone she didn't notice when he pulled her onto his cock and pinched her nose shut, not until he spoke.
"Tongue out, pet."
And greedily she obeyed, sticking her tongue out and retching, heaving violently as she did so, letting her tongue roam out of her mouth to the globes at his base until another retch forced it back in, and above her he chuckled.
"A good attempt."
And then, all too suddenly, Zenos forced her head completely down his length and twitched, emptying himself down her throat as she choked and spluttered.
"Swallow."
She gagged as she did so and still more came from him, her hands now clinging to the back of his legs, digging into the divots in the armor as best they could.
For a while, Zenos kept himself in her mouth, and she rolled her tongue around him slowly as he softened, relishing in his inebriating scent, and what remained of his taste. When he had finished addressing his men, he let himself slide out of her mouth with a gentle pop, and dismissed his men as he covered himself up again.
When they were alone in the throne room he cupped her chin and forced her gaze back to meet his.
"You got a little carried away at the end didn't you, my pet?" he purred, his thumb stroking her cheek gently.
The Warrior of Light whined softly, letting herself lean into his touch for a few moments, before he pulled her back up again, unsheathing his katana again. Once more, the cold, icy flat of the blade pressed up against the inside of her thigh, this time accompanied by an instruction.
"Spread."
She did, and Zenos procured a small dagger from his holster, before pressing the hilt up against her wetness and slowly sliding it into her. She shuddered as the cold metal hilt parted her, and whined when she realised that it did very little to ease her ache.
"Tsk, it's just to stop you from making such a mess on the way back, my pet."
He tugged on her leash and she carefully stumbled forward, bowing her legs awkwardly in an attempt to avoid cutting herself as she walked.
"Be sure you don't drop it."
And so she staggered behind him, body quivering and quaking with each step in both need and exhaustion. Behind her she left a trail of need, blood, and now, less so, her Lord's essence, and when they reached his chambers after an eternity she nigh collapsed into his arms as he slipped his dagger from her. Zenos scooped her up and she sighed with relief, the muscles of her legs quaking from the strain they had endured, only for Zenos to plop her down onto the bed and pry her legs open in front of her.
"Like a savage animal in heat," he commented, sliding his hands along the Warrior of Light's thighs. "Such a filthy hole, making a mess everywhere it goes."
He trailed a finger along her wetness, and she whined, back arching to meet his touch.
"But it's owner forgot who it served."
The finger was gone.
"Ah, n-no, no, p-please, my Lord Zenos..."
"Do you think you deserve it, after the shameful display you put on in front of my men? Grinding up against me with such desperation."
She cried out, back arching in torturous need, her fingers snaking down to touch herself, unable to resist the gnawing in her stomach any longer.
"No," Zenos growled, promptly pinning her wrists above her. "Remember, no one touches my property without my permission, including you."
"P-Please Lord Zenos," she begged, writhing desperately beneath him, trying to free herself. "Please let me relieve myself, I-I need to, I-I must, I need it."
Zenos growled again, and flipped her onto her stomach, pinning her arms behind her back as he brought his palm down firmly against her thigh, earning a cry.
"You forget yourself."
From the bedside cupboard he pulled out a length of leather and pried her mouth open with it before securing it around her head. When satisfied that she had been sufficiently silenced, he brought his palm down again, this time squeezing at the flesh aggressively, digging in the jagged edges of the armor as the Eorzean screamed in pain, sinking her teeth into the leather bit, hands clawing at the sheets beneath her.
"Tell me, who do you serve?"
His palm came down again, another sharp, muffled cry of pain, followed by garbled words he couldn't make out that vaguely resembled his name.
"And do slaves pleasure themselves without permission?"
Another sharp cry. The wounds from earlier had reopened with her struggling, and new sections of the skin had torn under the impact of his armor. The Warrior of Light shook her head wildly, more garbled words coming from her mouth.
"Do you deserve my cock in your cunt?"
Again. The skin of her thighs and backside was turning a lovely shade of mottled red, beads of blood both grew under and over the skin now. She knew she would bruise incredibly. She shook her head fervently again.
"So why do you beg for it?"
The Warrior of Light tensed in anticipation of the coming blow, but relaxed when nothing came. She shook her head, tears brimming over. She didn't have an answer for him, and she hung her head in shame.
Zenos flipped her back over and pinned her to the bed by her shoulders, gaze flitting over her face, at the mess of spit and tears that covered it. He brought a finger to her cheek and wiped away at the salty trail.
"Except when I see you in such pain, my pet, it turns me on so much," Zenos sighed, bringing his armored palm to the need twixt her legs, and running the tip of his claw up along the folds of skin.
"And seeing you cry," he growled this time, "It makes me incredibly hard."
Zenos brought the tip of his claw to his mouth and licked at the mess of juices which sat on it, before his hand shifted to his waist and freed his length again, stroking it a few times, stoking the flames of his arousal.
"You have such a merciful master, do you not?"
The Warrior of Light nodded furiously, and a garbled moan escaped through the gag as Zenos pressed himself up against her need. He pried the gag away from her mouth, pushing it down so it sat on her neck, and swiftly forced his still armored fingers into her mouth, pressing down against her tongue and sliding them to the back of her throat so she heaved on them as he parted her with the tip of his cock, and thrust, burying himself deeper and deeper into her as she gagged on his fingers.
Between gags and moans, garbled utterings of thank yous escaped her lips, and her limbs twitched in relief. Her back arched, then curved, each heave over his fingers sending a pang of need through her body. Zenos thrust violently into her, delighting in how she quivered and tightened around him with every gag, her obsession plain for him to see as her eyes rolled backwards.
He leaned forward, pressing his chest up against the other and forcing his fingers as far into her throat as was physically possible, eliciting some exquisite noises. The Warrior of Light felt as though she were going to explode. Every sensation was utterly magnificent after having ached with torturous need for so long. She wrapped her lips around her Lord's fingers and pressed her tongue up against them, excitement rushing through her veins as she gagged on them. Her arms wrapped around him, nails digging into his back in her mindlessness, and the sensation of him spreading her, filling her, felt unlike anything she had felt before.
She felt his lips brush up against her ear, growling, and she quivered.
"Every gag has you constricting deliciously, my pet. You are truly a wonderful toy to use."
A loud moan tore through her throat, his words sending her reeling, before being cut off my yet another gag.
"Do you feel how each exquisite noise you make has me hardening?"
She felt the sensation in her stomach quickening as every gag caused him to twitch within her, burning, her senses overwhelmed, and knew what was approaching
"Lord Zenos," she garbled as best she could through the fingers in her mouth.
Zenos gripped at her locks with his other hand, and quickened his pace, thrusting violently into the Eorzean beneath him, his own release creeping up on him in response to her constant gagging.
"Are you going to cum for me my pet?"
"Yes, my Lord," she choked. More garbled thank yous.
Zenos pulled his cock out of her, confusion flitting over her face as he smiled, and then shifted his cock to her ass, and thrust violently, promptly stuffing it into her as she screamed and cried, head shaking in protest. His fingers moved from her scalp to plunge into her needy wanton hole, curling, twisting, pressing, pushing, his thumb brushing up and pressing against her clit. Now she constricted around him not only when he gagged, but as he pressed up against her clit and walls, her body shuddering at the touch. Zenos growled at how exquisite her constrictions felt around him as her eyes fluttered.
"Cum for me, my pet. Cum with my cock in your ass and my fingers down your throat. "
And she did, still choking and gagging on his fingers, his cock spreading her ass and his fingers filling and pressing against her, she twitched violently, her back arching and her nipples peaking. Zenos wrapped his mouth around one and ran his tongue along it, and as she constricted around him, around his fingers, Zenos forced himself into her rapidly, over and over, savoring her cries as she contracted around him. He thrust violently into her one last time, emptying himself into her, his thumb and fingers pressing up exquisitely against her most sensitive areas, only relaxing once his orgasm and her shuddering had finished.
The Warrior of Light lay boneless on the bed, all energy drained from her, limbs shaking slightly from overexertion as Zenos slipped himself out of her, a thread of need breaking off his pelvis. He slipped his fingers out of her, her gagging one last time as he moved, a sliver of saliva clinging to them. She shivered and panted, and closed her eyes, promptly falling asleep in her exhaustion, as Zenos scooped her up in his arms and moved her towards the bathroom, calling for his maids. There was a lot to clean up, but he would tend to his pet himself.
He let his hand slip to her belly, sliding along her pelvis.
"It appears my seed has taken."