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“You pathetic bitc-”
The slap rang out into the room like the crash of a gong, and the silence that followed was broken only by your own scoffed chuckle and the mildly shocked sound that slipped from Naoya Zenin’s parted lips.
“That’s exactly the kind of language that got you here in the first place, Zenin.”
Below you, the titular man was splayed on a bare tatami - half collapsed on the floor, half pressed up against the wall, and seething like a caged animal. His perfectly folded robes askew, arms tugged behind him in a wild flay of fabric, twitching muscles held in place by your technique - a binding curse even the prince of the Zenin clan couldn’t seem to break.
“I’ll cut your hands off for that.” He snarled, and you took a selfish moment to appreciate the way his angled cheekbone was turning red in the wake of your palm, chestnut eye beginning to water.
“Hmm.” You scoffed and leaned forward to snatch his chin between your fingers, gripping tight enough that his nose twitched, and your lips tugged into a smile at the sight of his raw discomfort. “Big talk for someone trapped like a pitiful little bug in a web.”
Naoya tugged his chin furiously from your grasp, head snapped to the side as he fixed you with a gaze so cutting it’s a wonder you didn’t feel it slice your skin.
“If you think your pathetic little technique will hold me for much longer, you really are as dumb as you look.” He spat, rioting against the thick tendrils looped tight as iron around his biceps.
“I think it’s you who’s truly pathetic, Naoya.” You replied smoothly. “One little promise of some pussy from a sweet little maid and you end up like this? Sad.”
You couldn’t help but rub it in just a little. The cat was finally out of the bag, the secret you’d been keeping under wraps for the last six months revealed. Gone were your days slaving away as one of the Zenin clan servants.
You weren’t stupid, from the very first day you had arrived at the Zenin temple you had seen the way he’d looked at you. Hazel eyes roaming over your clothed body greedily, unashamedly so - like he could peel your maids uniform off with his eyes and take you right there on the entryway floor without consequence. You were only thankful that his piggish mindset shielded your true intent. He saw only the sweet curve of your waist and the way the folds of your kimono wrapped tight over your plump chest, not the burning hatred simmering behind each tight lipped smile.
Even so, it turned your stomach. Each sleazy look you met with cool temperance, each respectful bow of your head, each pinch from his wayward fingers as you bent over scrubbing laundry made your insides boil hot with rage and repulsion alike. But for all your disgust, still, you could have cried for your sheer luck. Such an opportunity wouldn’t present itself again - a rare chance to get close to the Zenin heir.
And so you’d laid patiently in waiting, making sure to keep your cursed energy simmering and dormant. Camouflaged amongst the plethora of stronger sorcerers, you waited for the fateful time to strike.
It was that very afternoon that Naoya had returned from a mission, chest puffed proudly and still riding the high of a win, he had called you to his private chambers. And when you’d heard the hushed whispers from the other maids, and the tinkle of the little servants bell you’d known - it was finally time.
A teasing hand slipped beneath his collar, nails tracing his skin. The brush of your lips over his ear. A simple sultry whisper and the curl of your beckoning finger and here he was, ensnared beneath you - tied up like a long awaited gift.
“You know, you never asked about my technique.” You mused, tilting your head as you watched him squirm beneath you, anger rolling from him in heated palpable waves.
Your technique was not notably powerful by any means - an all around defensive technique designed to get you out of a desperate situation by immobilising an enemy. But in certain situations it had its more refined applications, and close combat was where it truly shined.
“Maybe if you had, you wouldn’t be in this situation, hm?”
“I don’t really give a shit about the fine points of your weak ass technique.” He rolled his eyes in a pointed scowl. “Just release it already sweets, promise I’ll make your punishment quick if you do it now.”
“You know it’s not just a binding technique.” You continued smoothly, ignoring his honeyed demands. “It has other applications too.”
As you spoke, a multitude of tendrils poked out from the others still bound tight around his arms. They coiled and slid along either side of his neck like crowding tree roots. Tendrils pressed against his skin and trailed down, parting the fabric of his silky robes until you could see his broad chest laid bare and heaving with barely concealed fury.
Naoya fixed you with that same fiery glare, but you didn’t miss the way his brow twitched, betraying a tiny flicker of nerves in his otherwise steeled disposition.
You eyed the newly exposed skin leisurely as the tendrils continued their lazy roam, slipping knots of fabric open like they were dissolving the silk. You watched his abs clench in the cool air, and the slow reveal of his cock, sitting half hard between trimmed swirls of dark blonde. His thighs tensed as they too were forced apart by the roaming tendrils.
“You slut.” He accused, though his face was flushed almost imperceptibly. “If you wanted me to fuck you this bad, coulda just asked y’know.”
“i don’t want to fuck you, Zenin.” You sighed. “Just want to watch you break.”
His mouth opened, prepared to no doubt spit another scathing insult, before his face twisted in mild confusion. His head dropped to watch as another tendril - thick and bulbous - slipped along his parted thighs and rubbed teasingly between his bare cheeks.
His eyes flicked up to yours in an instant, widened with shock. He writhed pitifully against the restraints as cold realisation dawned. You felt your tongue dart out from between your lips. The expression was utterly delicious - all that boyish arrogance dissolved into pure unfiltered unease as the tip of the teasing tendril traced his rim.
“Don’t you dar-ah-!” His frenzied growl was cutoff as you watched the slithering tendril slip inside, and his face contorted into something soft and dumb.
You took a moment just to watch the obscene sight before you. For all of the vitriol that spilled from his lips, the corrupt core you knew was hidden at the centre beneath those silken robes - Naoya Zenin was undeniably attractive.
Not that you’d have ever admit it aloud, but with his mouth closed it was easy to admire his regal features. That sharp and striking grin, and those chestnut eyes always watching lazily, filled with an unquestioned entitlement.
The very same eyes that were now burning a hole into you between flutters of his lashes as he fought to keep a tether on his waning control, made more difficult by the desperate little sounds that were slipping from his mouth.
You could see the tendril curling inside - pumping slow and deep. Searching until it hit something soft and silky and Naoya jerked forward against the tight bindings, his cock twitching pitifully where it was smearing a slick line across his lower belly.
“Aw, does that feel good?” You cooed, leaned forward to trail a hand up his chest, and you felt his skin prickle in a flurry of goosebumps beneath your touch.
“F-uh-fuck you…” He managed between pants, squirming fruitlessly as the tendril worked him open, jostling him a little with each steady thrust.
You chuckled, grasped a pebbled nipple between your fingers and pinched hard. When you heard him whine in discomfort you released it, leaned back and slapped him across the face again, just for the satisfaction.
“No, fuck you Naoya.” You replied sweetly, watched loose strands of his dirty blonde hair slide forward with him as he crumpled, shoulders trembling.
You left him like that for a few moments - slumped forward against the restraints with his head hung low, eyes drooped to watch himself stretch obscenely around the thick bulging tendril, letting pathetic little sounds slip out into the empty air.
With Naoya sufficiently distracted by the sight of himself being fucked open, you busied yourself slipping your own wrap from your shoulders. You stripped every folded layer until the remains were left crumpled on the floor beneath your bare feet, and you were stood before him entirely nude.
On what must have been a particularly deep thrust Naoya choked a strangled sound and his head arced back far enough for him to meet your gaze. He blinked a few times as if dazed, eyes soon sharpening enough to slide down your bare form with that familiar predatory hunger.
“Are you really this desperate for some action?” He croaked, clearly trying to keep his voice even despite the way he was trembling atop the tatami.
You gave only a chuckle in response, and took a few purposeful strides forward until you stood above him, one leg planted either side of his abdomen.
You gazed down at him from between your parted legs. and when he blinked up at you he looked more wrecked than you would have thought possible for such a cocky bastard. His hazel eyes were blown wide, expression still contorted into a bitter scowl, but undeniably softened with the pleasure clearly pulsing through him.
“You look good like this Naoya.” You praised, though your tone was thick with mocking. “Tied up with something shoved up your ass.”
His sharp brows knitted together tight as he threw his head to the side to spit viciously, and you felt a stray droplet hit your bare toe.
“Just wait… hah-…. stupid bitch… gonna kill you for this…” He grunted. His jaw clenched tight, and you watched his toned throat bob as he swallowed, adams apple bobbing.
“Should be thanking me.” You mused. “When’s the last time you even saw a pussy you didn’t have to pay for or coerce, Naoya?”
As if to highlight your point, your fingers trailed down over the soft curve of your own belly to rub slow, teasing circles over yourself. You didn’t miss the way Naoya’s eyes dropped between your thighs, locked onto where your fingers were tracing your clit.
With a satisfied hum, you slid to your knees and Naoya made a sharp sound, jolted backward in a vein attempt to avoid being caught between your thighs. But you kneeled above him regardless, body laid bare just out of reach, and tilted your head in a speechless mock.
“Go on, stick your tongue out.” You cooed, fingers slipping either side to tug yourself apart, glistening pussy hovering inches from his face.
“I’d rather die.” He grunted, bristling below you. But you caught the sight of his tongue darting out to wet his lips, eyes still locked on your dripping cunt. A freudian slip if you’d ever seen one.
As if expecting his rebuttal, another slick tendril slid out from behind his nape to coil around his blushed throat in a pulsing squeeze, just tight enough to make your threat clear.
“I can arrange that.” You replied smoothly.
His brows furrowed, and he snarled out a frustrated grunt, nudging his head back against the sudden pressure wrapped heavy around his throat. Deciding that defying you was not worth his life, wormlike as he was - he acquiesced. In the next flutter of your lashes you found his jaw slack, tongue slipped out, laid flat and waiting as he glared up at you.
You purred above him, a low satisfied noise, and settled onto his face, pressed down hard until his nose tickled the trim spatter of hair at your base.
“Eat it like you mean it, Zenin.” You cooed. “And no fucking teeth.”
Despite his earlier refusal, he made a betrayingly weak sound when his tongue finally met your cunt. The muscle swiping immediately up through your slick folds to taste where you were already dripping wet from the sheer adrenaline.
You moaned softly at the sudden burst of sensation, sucked your lower lip between your teeth as his hot mouth pressed to your most sensitive area.
Where you thought he might tug his head back and revolt after the first taste - he instead lifted his jaw and swirled his tongue greedily over your clit, and your hips jerked in surprise.
“That’s it.” You breathed, thighs twitching in approval. “This is a much better use for that filthy mouth of yours, don’t you think?”
You felt his jaw tighten as he began to snark a muffled reply, but the sensation of your fingers carding through his hair stripped the words from his tongue.
You scratched your nails against his scalp a little just to enjoy the way he shivered beneath you before you gripped the blonde strands tight and yanked hard, earning a wild groan from deep in his throat.
“That’s what I thought, Zenin.” You breathed. “Just shut up and eat, yeah?”
With your fingers still laced tightly through his hair, you rocked your hips roughly into him, holding his head in place as you grinded down hard against his waiting tongue.
When you peered down you were a little surprised to see that his eyes were closed. His expression was unexpectedly soft as he met the harsh roll of your hips with what you could only read as enthusiasm - sucking you further into his mouth each time your mound bumped against his nose.
The sight sent a jolt of unexpected desire and mild annoyance through you, and you pooled your focus on riding his face harder. He grunted out small sounds as you shoved him down to meet your hips, hand still locked in his hair.
You threw your head back, mouth slack as you groaned - unashamedly enjoying the feeling of him beneath you, devouring your cunt like a starved dog. He responded to your pleased noises in kind - tongue swirling wide sloppy circles over your clit before it dipped down to press inside your entrance, thick and wet.
What could you say, the asshole was good with his mouth.
Spit and slick dribbled down the sharp curve of his jaw as he bobbed his head, slurping in a frankly obscene display.As you bucked your hips and moaned unashamedly, you found that your head had tilted back - and when you blinked your eyes open you couldn’t help but chuckle darkly at the sight that met you.
“Pathetic.” You panted. “You talk so big, but here you are - hard after getting slapped around a little by a lowly servant.”
True to your mocking - his cock was rock hard and untouched behind you. Flushed an angry red and weeping onto his bare stomach, twitching with each steady thrust of the tendril still massaging his insides.
You leaned back as you continued the roll of your hips over his tongue, fingers creeping down his blushed chest to wrap around his length.
“Lucky you’ve got this big cock, Naoya.” You purred, giving him a few lazy pumps and feeling the way he jolted beneath you. “Useless otherwise.”
Naoya groaned weakly against your cunt, from the harshness of your words or your tight grip on his cock, you couldn’t tell. His jaw went slack as your wrist curled, fisting him in an iron grip. Your thumb teased over that tight bundle at the tip, making him jerk against the restraints still biting into his biceps.
“Swearmmgonna kill you for this-ahnnnhnn-not gonna last another ffkingweek-…” He slurred a flurry of unintelligible threats between the sounds of his own choked moans and his frantic slurping.
His eyes were still squeezed closed, blindly lapping at you as he bucked his hips up into your waiting palm and then back against the thick tendril, fucking himself on it, chasing the sizzling friction of your slick fist.
“Go on, Zenin.” You breathed, rolling your hips and forcing his head to arc back with the motion until his glossy eyes met yours. “Tell me how much you love it - getting your face by ridden by some low life sorcerer nobody.”
You lifted your hips up just enough to let him suck in a gasped breath and hiss out an answer. His voice came out in a crackled rumble as he peered up at you, black dwarfing brown beneath his lowered lashes.
“ ‘s disgusting…-“ He slurred, tongue swiping over his lips like a drooling mutt licking it’s chops after a meal.
“It’s disgusting?” You echoed. “But you’re close, aren’t you?”
He didn’t need to answer. You could tell by the way he was trembling that he was toeing the edge. His body coiled tight like a spring ready to snap, rocking down desperately onto the thick tendril between his thighs. The way he was drooling pre over your knuckles, cock weeping beneath the unending pump of your fist.
“Oh Naoya, gonna cum so soon?” You teased.
When he didn’t answer, you released him just long enough to tug your hand back and bring it down quick as a whip - slapping his throbbing cock and earning a sharp whine from him.
“Asked you a question.” You bit, voice firmer now. “Are you really gonna cum so quickly?”
Naoya sucked in a shaky breath, head pressed against the dewy skin of your inner thigh, long turned sticky with your arousal and his own spit. He nodded his head wildly, reddened cheek pressed against you, and you hummed in approval.
“Go on then, beg me for it.” You soothed, capturing him once again and resuming the tight, steady pump of your wrist.
Naoya was panting now, breaths coming hot against the layer of spit and slick coating you as he rutted frantically into your closed fist, and pressed sloppy desperate kisses into your cunt.
“Pleasemmmmso fucking close pleaselemme cum,please keepfucking me pleasepleaseplease…” He slurred, face nuzzled against your drooling pussy.
“What a good boy.” You purred, and you swore you felt his cock twitch against your palm.
He gave no reply, simply a long spineless whine as his eyes fluttered closed and he pressed his lips flat over your clit - attaching himself to your messy cunt like it was his lifeline. Your own hips jolted, sizzling sparks of pleasure zipping up your limbs each time his lips sealed around your clit, humming with the vibrations of his spineless moaning.
Without a word, you suddenly tugged away - releasing him from your grasp and straightening up on trembling thighs. Naoya made a genuinely annoyed sound in response, lips splitting from your pussy with an obscene pop as you slid away.
“Huh?…” He questioned dumbly, syrupy eyes blinking slowly up at you as if you’d snatched him from a dream.
His expression was entirely softened, face soaked in your slick and his own spit. His skin glistened with it, all the way up to his cheekbones. Even his forehead was slick with sweat where strands of dirty blonde turned dark, plastered to his skin. His lips were swollen pink and plump where they had been pressed against you.
You slipped back down to your knees again then, this time lower, legs tossed over either of his parted thighs. You pressed your palms flat over his clenched abs, and a loose tendril slid down between your forearms to curl around his cock, tilting his twitching length up until you could run your bare cunt over his tip.
His eyes flew to yours, and you met his gaze just as they sharpened in sudden realisation.
“No, don’t-hnnghah!-…”
You took a moment to relish in it - the way his voice choked out and died in his throat, his expression of raw shock as you sunk down onto his cock before his eyes rolled back in his skull, and his head arced until it hit the floor.
That was all it took. The warmth of your spit soaked pussy enveloping him down to the hilt. A few slow rocks of your hips, a few tight clenches from your sloppy cunt and he was coming undone beneath you in a pitiful heap.
You rode him through it, hips grinding in tight shallow thrusts, keeping him nice and deep as he throbbed, filling you with a seemingly endless spurt of cum - pulsing thick and sticky inside until you felt it begin to pool at the base of him.
“The only redeeming thing about you is your fucking family name, Zenin.” You panted a little as you spat, words turned to venom, eyes burning a hole into the man squirming beneath you.
“So I’m taking it.”
He was all but convulsing beneath you, that thick tendril still pumping steadily inside him, petting incessantly against that silky spot that had him jerking in place, filling you with more and more thick milky ribbons until you could feel yourself stuffed utterly full.
As you humped him, you pressed a hand flat atop your lower belly, sliding over the little pouch of fat concealing your womb.
Naoya watched you dimly through a lone eye winked open. He was panting, body still twitching with residual thrums of pleasure as your hips stilled, finished milking him. When the thick tendril finally slipped from him he let out a sound so feeble you almost laughed, and you felt him throb weakly inside you - cumming utterly dry.
Your lips stretched into a lazy grin, and you leaned close to whisper as you slipped his cock from you, let your mess drip down and coat him.
“Don’t worry.” You purred into his ear. “Might even let you see the kid, if you’re good.”
He shivered beneath you, droopy eyes still locked on the sight of his own cum dribbling from you.
You smiled, leaned back until your palms hit the tatami, letting your thighs part lazily as the tendrils binding his arms slipped free.
“Now come and clean up this mess, hm?”