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Much like the village, the castle stored no shortage of dangerous people and monsters. And traps. And Ashley, behaving like a puppet, had sliced his hand before running straight into one. Leon had to find her. She was in danger, and not to mention, she'd looked so scared.
Leon shouldn't have been surprised when he entered a room and the door locked behind him, and he should have been looking out for the zealot who swung at his head and knocked him out cold.
Leon woke with a start. The first thing he noticed was the rope tying his wrists above his head. The second thing he noticed was that he was completely naked. He turned to the person standing over him—none other than Saddler.
"Where am I?" Leon looked around the room. He lay on a plush bed adorned with soft, maroon sheets with flowy curtains to match. The walls were made of brick; good, maybe that meant he was still in the castle. And maybe he wasn't too far from Ashley.
"A bedroom, Mr. Kennedy." Saddler rested a hand on Leon's thigh—his bare thigh. "The place where adults do adult things. Are you not acquainted?"
Leon tried to jerk away, but the restraints held his wrists to the headboard. "Where's Ashley?"
"Who knows." Saddler sat down next to Leon, his hand caressing Leon's upper thigh. "That doesn't matter now, does it, Mr. Kennedy?"
Leon jerked his leg away at the touch. Then a sharp pain filled his chest, spreading out like a spiderweb and tugging at his lungs. He grimaced and grit his teeth.
"Don't make me be mean to you, little lamb." Saddler leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to Leon's temple. "You'll feel so much better soon."
The pain eased enough that Leon could breathe. He looked up at Saddler with a glare on his face, making it clear that the old bastard wasn't going to make him feel anything but disgust.
The hand on Leon's thigh slowly drifted upwards, the fingertips ghosting across his skin until they touched Leon's center. Saddler's other hand touched Leon's chest and gently squeezed one of his pecs. "Such a beautiful little lamb. Strong yet soft." Saddler's fingers curled up, and one just barely grazed Leon's clit. "Wet."
Leon looked away as his traitorous body twitched at the spike of pleasure. "Stop it."
"You'll be begging me to continue pretty soon."
Leon inhaled sharply as the Plaga inside him reacted to Saddler's words. His back arched as Saddler thumbed his clit, gentle and firm. Leon squeezed his eyes shut at the rush of pleasure, at the way the Plaga sang inside him.
"That's it. Lean into it, little lamb." Saddler continued to massage his clit as he moved his head down to kiss and nip at Leon's neck. "Good little lamb. So obedient to me."
Leon squirmed. In his head, he knew this was wrong and gross. But God, his body loved it. The Plaga became so happy, if that was even possible, making his head heavy and cloudy. His body grew hotter as Saddler's fingers slid inside him. Fuck, when had he gotten so wet? Leon tilted his head to look at Saddler. He opened his mouth to spit a witty insult, but the only sound that came out was a pathetic moan.
Saddler chuckled. "The Plaga has taken nicely to you, little lamb. You didn't even try to fight it. Or…maybe you want this."
Leon shook his head clumsily, but that didn't stop him from spreading his thighs so that Saddler's fingers could prove deeper. God, he couldn't stop himself. He needed to fight; he needed to find Ashley. But all Leon could do was obediently lie on his back for this fucking lunatic.
Saddler purred. "Conflicted, little lamb? Let me make it easy for you."
Saddler's fingers hooked upwards, and his lips gently ghosted down his jaw, just the way Leon liked. Leon gasped softly, then relaxed against the sheets, his head floaty and distant. The panic within him began to die out like a fading candle. He looked up at Saddler with new eyes, a growing fondness.
"There you are. It's so good when you don't fight your Lord, isn't it? You couldn't have won even if you had wanted to." Saddler's fingers continued to massage his inner walls, occasionally ghosting over that spot within him. "Good boy. Such an obedient boy. Let me stretch you out more, little lamb; you'll need it."
Leon relaxed against the silk sheets. His body was pleasantly warm, and a soft haze drifted over his mind. He couldn't remember what he'd been on about earlier. All that mattered were the lips pressing loving kisses against his neck and the fingers working deeper and deeper into him. Time crawled on, and Leon relaxed in his own oasis of pleasure. The Plaga seemed to be purring, delighted at the attention. His center grew hotter as Saddler began to tease him, giving him a taste of perfect bliss before taking it away.
Eventually, Saddler pulled his fingers out. "I think you'll be able to take it now, little lamb."
Leon looked up hazily. "Hm? Take what?"
In response, a tentacle slithered from the depths of Saddler's robe, following along the line of his forearm, before delving deep into Leon's pussy. Leon inhaled softly, his lips forming a soft "O." The tentacle was soft, not slimy, but he was wet enough for it to practically glide inside. It probed deeper than Saddler's fingers had and massaged him insistently. More began to join it. At two, Leon panted and bit his lip. At three, his hips humped the air, begging for purchase. When a fourth joined them, stretching his pussy impossibly wide, his jaw dropped open with a pleasured groan.
"Good little lamb." Saddler kissed his forehead. "Your body was designed for this pleasure. It was made to feel this good."
Leon gritted his teeth as the tentacles pushed and thrusted, falling into a rhythm where some would push in and others would pull out. His walls twitched, contracting and pulsing around them. The Plaga inside him was so happy, filling him with a dazed and loopy feeling in turn. He was being such a good boy. His Lord was proud of him.
Leon panted and groaned, his jaw slack, as he felt his orgasm approaching. He looked up at Saddler with the face of pure pleasure. "Please? Can I come, Lord?"
Saddler used his hands to caress Leon's chest, pinching at his nipples. He was breathing heavily himself. "Go ahead, little lamb."
Leon moaned louder as the tentacles stretched him more, thrusting in tandem. They seemed to swell as if about to burst. Leon's body squirmed; his back arched. Finally, he came with a throaty groan, and his body fell limp against the bed. The tentacles inside him continued thrusting and swelling until Leon felt warm oozing out of them, painting his insides. His eyes rolled as they filled him to the brim and warmed his pussy so well.
Saddler gently stroked his bangs out of his eyes. "That's it. Relax for me. It will make the next part even easier."
Leon bit his lip as the tentacles slid out with an obscene squelch. He relaxed his body just as his Lord had ordered. Saddler stroked his hair as another tentacle slid out from his robe. This one was wide and stiff, and it stretched Leon's pussy even more as it slid inside.
"This is going to feel very good, little lamb. Just relax."
As if on instinct, Leon squeezed around the tentacle, coaxing whatever was inside of it to come out. The tentacle contracted and twitched, and Leon squeezed harder. Then, something round and thick slipped into him. Leon gasped in panic.
"Shhhh." Saddler kissed his forehead and stroked his hair. "The egg feels good, no? How does it feel? Tell me."
Leon responded in a shaky voice, "It's stretching me so good. But I don't know what to feel."
"Then let me tell you what to feel." Saddler leaned in close and massaged Leon's belly as another egg slipped into him. "It feels good. You feel so warm and happy. And when you're filled to the brim with eggs, my little lamb will be halfway to nirvana."
Leon panted, his jaw hanging loose." Yes, Lord…"
"There we go." Saddler kissed the corner of Leon's mouth. "Just a few more, pet."
Leon's belly tensed as the tentacles inside him convulsed once again, pushing another egg deep inside him. Three eggs pressed against his insides, and he couldn't quite decide if he liked it. The stretch burned, but God, he was so full. And just knowing there were eggs seated in him…it scratched an itch he didn't know existed. As the sixth egg slid in, Leon's head lolled to the side, and he gazed up at Saddler with heavy eyes.
Saddler chuckled softly as his gaze landed on Leon's face. "You look positively lovesick, little lamb."
Leon sat up, the weight inside him shifting as he did so, and placed a kiss on Saddler's lips. His eyes saw a god, one he felt utterly devoted to. And the god smiled down on him with the softest eyes.
Saddler pulled the tentacle from Leon's pussy and replaced it with his fingers. Two digits slid into Leon's center. "Oh, I've ruined you, haven't I?" Saddler asked as Leon cried in pleasure.
Leon whimpered in response, looking to Saddler for direction.
Saddler pushed his finger deeper into Leon's cunt to feel how packed the eggs were inside him. His other hand pressed down on Leon's lower belly, right where the bump of his offspring sat. Leon squirmed as the eggs pressed into every sensitive place he'd ever thought about having."L-Lord!"
"How do you feel, little lamb? Your eyes are so…lustful. Desirous." Saddler leaned down and kissed his lips, then pulled his hands away from Leon. "Rest now, little lamb. Enjoy my second gift to you, the feeling it gives you, utter devotion."
Leon blinked hazily at Saddler as a sweet smile crossed his lips. His Lord's fingers carded through his hair, sending him off into a deep sleep.