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Your name is Tyzias Entykk, and you need a release. The past few perigees have been the most stressful of your life. Both your moirail and matesprit are in prison, set to be executed by your hand in a matter of weeks, and the only person you have to talk to about it is your fucking kismesis. Your kismesis who is, at the moment, being pressed up against the wall of your respiteblock by you. Your son is asleep, your work is as done as it can be, you are getting your release.
“You know,” you say, between violent kisses, “this would be a whole lot easier for you if you got a stepstool”
“Oh will you just shut up for once?”
“Make me” you grin.
“I’m trying” he replies, diving back into the kiss, “but you insist on yapping the night away!”
“Then try harder. The duct tape is in the middle drawer.” You gesture over to you and Stelsa’s desk.
Tagora pauses. “What?”
“I’m serious,” you smirk. “If you want me to shut up, shut me up yourself.”
“With duct tape?” Tagora looks at you in disgust. “Holy Empress, Tyzias, don’t you know how bad that is for your skin?”
“Do you think I give a single shit about skincare?” You point to your eyebags and stare Tagora down. “If you really don’t wanna do it, fine, you can keep trying to shut me up with just your mouth.”
“No, no, we’re done.” Tagora ducks under your arm and pushes you out of the way. “You killed the mood, sorry. Ugh, duct tape…”
Tagora makes his way out of your apartment, shaking his head in disapproval. So much for that release.
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-bettercallGorgor is contacting listlessAdvocate-
bG: are you done with work?
lA: almost, just gotta clock out
bG: come to my place right when you’re done.
lA: you know I have to let Karkat out of the closet. He hasn’t eaten all night
bG: fine, fine, but when he’s out, come over immediately
bG: I have something I need to show you.
You have no idea what Tagora could be talking about. Your mind goes to something having to do with the trial proposal you presented earlier in the week, but you’re sure if something happened with that you’d be the one to hear back from the heads, not him. Still, you can’t help but be a little anxious.
After letting Karkat out of the closet and giving him dinner, you head over to Tagora’s place. You don’t bother to get Karkat back into the closet, he knows what he has to do to keep himself safe.
Tagora greets you at the door, disgruntled as ever. “Took you long enough.”
“Yea, yea, what do you need sore-gor? Why did you so desperately need me to come over?”
“Take a look for yourself.” Tagora gestures to a small pile of stuff on his coffee table. A few bundles of rope, a roll of white medical tape, and another roll of something shiny and teal that looks kind like electrical tape.
“What’s all this?” You ask
“Well,” Tagora leans against the door frame. “You were so adamant on me shutting you up the other night. If we’re going to do that, we might as well do it right.”
Oh. Oh! You nod and take in the display in front of you. “Didn’t think you had it in you, sore-gor.”
“Ha!” Tagora snorts. “You think I had a problem tying you up? You do realize it was the disgusting duct tape that killed the mood last time, right?” Tagora goes up to the pile and grabs the white roll. “I know you might not give a damn about your skin, but legiscorpus definitely does, and this stuff is medical grade adhesive. Or even better, no adhesive at all.”
Tagora picks up the teal roll and twirls it in your direction. You quirk an eyebrow. “How does that work?”
“You want me to show you?”
Tagora gives you a mischievous grin and pulls a chair to the center of the room, gesturing for you to sit. You follow, no argument. You want to see where this is going.
“Actually,” he interrupts you before you sit down. “You may want to take off your clothes for this. Where we’re going, pants are just going to be a nuisance.”
“Of course, of course. Underwear on or off?”
Tagora thinks for a moment. “On. Your tiny breasts need all the help we can get.”
“Shut the fuck up, my tits aren’t that small. Stelsa can’t get enough of them, what’s your problem with them?”
“Well, there’s a reason why Stelsa can’t get enough of them then.” You glare Tagora down as you take off your pants and unbutton your shirt. You take your place on Tagora’s wooden throne, awaiting his next move.
He grabs a length of rope, and ties it around your ankle, then gently spreads your legs and begins working the rope around the leg of the chair, lashing your leg to it. Once he finishes the right leg he does the same to the left. You try to wriggle a little. You wouldn’t be able to get out of this yourself.
After the legs, Tagora takes your arms and pulls them behind the back of the chair, tying them together. “What would Stelsa think if she could see you like this? Shame? Disappointment?”
You shrug, to the best of your ability. “She knows I’m into this, you know. We tried it out a couple times around when we ascended, but it just felt too weird. Too vascillatey.”
Tagora steps back and looks you over. “Hmm, maybe….”
You quirk your head to the side. “What, are you inspecting your masterpiece or something?”
“Just trying to decide my next move.” Tagora grabs the white roll from the coffee table and starts tossing it up and down. “Now seems like a perfect time to use this, but I realized you won’t be able to tell me if something’s wrong if you’re incapacitated.”
You scoff. “You’re afraid of hurting me? And I thought we were pitch here.”
“Don’t be an idiot. If I kill you, I lose my only chance at getting my moirail back. You’ve done this before, right?”
You laugh at the idea of Tagora being able to kill you, but you humor him. “Give me my keys. You hear these drop to the floor, you stop immediately, ok?” Tagora nods and hands them to you.
“So with that out of the way,” he snips off a strip of the white tape and leans in close. “You’re about to get a whole lot less annoying.”
Tagora presses the tape across your face, pulling tight. You try to open your mouth a bit, and the tape stretches with you. “Holy shit Tagora, where did you get this stuff?”
“What’s that, zizi? I don’t think I understood you!”
You glare at him “Don’t fucking call me that, that’s not yours to use!”
“I don’t know what you just said, and I don’t care.” Tagora picks up the teal roll and unravels it. “And I don’t expect to hear another word from you for a while.”
He takes the strip of teal tape and wraps it around the bottom of your face, pressing the white tape firmer in. A second strip goes across your mouth and over the back of your head, right behind your horns. One final strip ties it all together, under your chin and around your head. No matter how hard you struggle, you’re not getting out of this.
“Now that we’ve got all the setup out of the way, the fun can begin!” Tagora grins, as if you weren’t having the time of your life already.
He moves a hand towards your spread legs and pulls your underwear to the side, exposing your nook. He dips two fingers inside, not hesitating to swipe his filed-to-a-point nails against the wall.
You yelp. “Hey! Stelsa at least has the courtesy to cut her nails before fingering me!”
“What’s that? You don’t like that?” He scratches your nook one more time. You shudder all over. “I can stop if you want, and just leave you here to stew in your own juices.”
“No-no” you grunt. Tagora responds by going in deeper and pressing his thumb against the base of your bulge, rubbing in circles.
“That’s what I thought.”
Tagora continues rubbing the spot above your nook, sending a wave of sensation up your legs. Your breathing starts to get heavier and you moan through the gag. He removes his fingers from your nook and takes a clawful of your fluid, scratching it down your inner thigh as he exits.
Oh. You didn’t know that spot was so sensitive. You let out a small noise, which puts the most evil grin on Tagora’s face. He sinks his claws into your inner thigh and ohhhh empress that feels good! Your eyes roll back into your head and flutter a bit as you let out a moan.
“I forgot how messy this gets”. Tagora flicks his hand in the air to dry off his hand. He makes his way to a closet. “Don’t go anywhere”
“Ha ha, very funny” you mumble. Tagora returns with a small black bag in hand, out of which he slides a small vibrator.
“The same vibrator the empress uses.” He proudly waves the Tyrian pink wand in the air. “Only the best for me. And I guess vicariously you as well.”
He turns on the wand and presses it to the mouth of your nook, and Wow. No fucking wonder this is endorsed by the empress. He starts slowly rolling it up your bulge and your eyes start to flutter and roll back into your head. You feel a warmth start to grow, from front to back and down your legs. You’re almost there…
“A little to the left?” You plead. Tagora quirks and eyebrow and veers sharply to the right. “No, my left- oh my fucking god!”
“Oh, you’re finished? That was quick!” Tagora grins and switches off the vibrator. You tense against your restraints.
“I’m going to fucking kill you” you yell. Tagora cackles to himself.
“If you’re gonna try to kill me, you might want to wait til we switch positions.”
“Oh, so you can understand me?” You huff.
“I can understand everything, I’m just choosing not to.” Tagora switches the wand back on, pressing it against the tip of your bulge. The warmth comes back, flooding your entire pelvic region. You arch your back and tug against the ropes as the vibrations overtake your body.
You’re right on the edge when you hear something from the corner of the room. Your eyes go wide and you let the keys drop.
“What? What is it?” Tagora turns off the vibrator, looking genuinely concerned for a second. You gesture to the opposite corner of the respiteblock, where your phone is buzzing. Tagora goes to grab it for you and his eyes go wide.
“It’s Lasche.”
“Shit! Fuck! Get me out of this thing!”
Tagora rushes over and starts fiddling with the ropes, claws picking at his surprisingly tight knots. The phone keeps buzzing, and you know Lasche isn’t a patient woman.
“I can’t get it off! I don’t want to cut the ropes, they were so expensive!”
“Just do something!” You yell. He tears the tape off from around your head and rips the gag off your mouth. That’s gonna leave a mark, you can tell he peeled some skin off your lip.
Tagora grabs your phone and carefully positions the camera so it can’t see anything below your neck, and turns on the video call.
“Hello?”
“Ah, Neophyte Entykk. I was wondering when you’d pick up. I have some- why are you so flushed and sweaty?”
You turn a brighter shade of teal. “I was, uh, running? Yeah, you caught me in the middle of a run.” You hope she buys the excuse.
“Oh, getting in the mindset of the accused? Very smart.” You hear Tagora breathe a sigh of relief.
“That is actually relevant to why I called. I have some good news. I trust you to relay this information to Showmaster Gorjek?” You nod, careful not to let her see the piece of tape still dangling from your left horn.
“After careful deliberation, we have decided to approve your proposal for the dual trial of Stelsa Sezyat and Daraya Jonjet. We’re expecting great things from you two, don’t let us down.”