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"Welcome back my magnificent mangoes!!!"
Kinger and Queenie, like always, laugh at his voice and he grins to himself, already feeling giddy to see his two lovers again. "How was it?"
"Oh great" Jax murmers, looking grumpy where he's covered in soot, the tip of one ear still smoking. "Just crispy is all"
"Honestly I liked it" Ragatha says, tilting her head and smiling up at the ringmaster. It makes him preen under the attention. "Being able to do a firewalk without any fear or pain? It was alot of fun!"
Caine feels joy fill his chest while he hovers in the air, clapping his hands in excitement. "Well that's just superb! I'm so very glad you enjoyed it!"
The rest of the human disperse after that, each going in different directions, leaving Caine with the two chess pieces.
He allows his feet to touch the ground, feeling almost sheepish now as he stares at the taller couple who are staring right at him. Their eyes are soft and tired, their robes look burnt in some places but they look at ease rather then put out like some of the others (Zooble and Pomni, mostly)
"Did... you two like it?" He hates how nervous he gets when it comes to their opinions but-
"Oh Caine it was amazing" Queenie chuckles, and she looks genuine when she speaks. "Surprising peaceful to swim in lava"
"Hm" Kinger nods, his own eyes gentle and pleased. "Honestly I kinda missed the fear of the fire, there's something so real about being able to actually feel it"
At that Caine frowns, his top jaw furrowing. "But I thought ...you humans didn't like fear?"
Honestly since he's been taking more adventure ideas from all the humans theres always been one constant, humans don't like feeling negative emotions like sadness, pain or fear.
Which is strange, considering they watch horror films, get piercings and enjoy sad tv shows. Caine had long accepted that humans just didn't like pain or fear unless they had asked for it, so he tended to just not allow either of them on his adventures.
Humans were a bit odd, weren't they?
He watches as the other two suddenly glance at each other, and then back at him, their eyes darkening and Caine feels a shiver run down his spine because oh he knows that look!
"Caine-" Kinger stares, tilting his head at the smaller man. "You do know that fear can feel good, yes?"
He wrings his hands at that, blinking in disbelief at the words, humans were so very strange. "I-... Really?"
The two royals stay silent but walk over to him, looking down at him with lidded eyes and he feels something akin to fear run down his spine at the sight of them. Looking. Staring.
He's used to feeling fear, or at least his version of it, like when an adventure goes wrong or when a human starts to abstract (more before he figured out how to undo it of course )
This fear is different, weirdly enough. It's settles in his stomach rather then his chest.
He jolts when a hand presses to his shoulder from behind and another one lifts his chin up, and he feels his breath hitch.
"We can show you" Queenie whispers behind him.
"Would you like us to?" Asks Kinger from the front and like always when it comes to his two favorite humans, Caine is helpless to do anything but obey.
"Yes" He whispers back, feeling the telltale start of arousal settle in his stomach. "Yes please"
!!!!
Hands grip his biceps tight where they are curled around a wooden lap, his arm pinned down and his head resting on soft fabric and a firm lap as he stares up at the fort over head, eyes darting from pillow to pillow.
The cold air around him tickles at his bare skin, fully naked apart from a pair of underwear that clings to his thighs as he squirms.
Another set of hands touch said thighs and he stills, skin shivering at the feel of soft, gloved hands on his flesh "How are you feeling?" Comes a voice from above and Caine tilts his head back slightly to meet amber eyes.
"I'm okay" He says back, voice low and shaky from anticipation. The hands on his thighs move up and up, coming to rest on his hips and he clears his throat and looks down as Kinger keeps watching him and Queenie with a smile in his eyes.
"You're trembling" Kinger says softly. "Are you that turned on already?"
Honestly yes, but it's also fear.
Before anything they had had a long conversation about what was going to happen, about what was to be expected, and the entire time Caine had felt the fear begun to grow in his stomach. It was strange, to feel such an emotion and not want to snap his fingers to get away.
Was it the way they had looked at him when talking? Was it how Kinger had held his hand and explained what was going to happen? Was it the way Queenie had kissed his teeth and gums?
Caine closes his eyes for a moment, letting the question roll down his spine to settle in his stomach, and he tries to shift "I'm uh-" The hands on his arms press against the skin and he shudders, losing any and all words because he can't lift his arms when she hold him down like this.
There's twin laughter, one soft and sweet, the other deeper and smooth, and Caine feels his teeth flush at the way his stomach churns in embarrassment.
"Are we ready?" Kinger asks then and the ringmaster forces his eyes down to the chess piece, seeing blue eyes lock onto his face.
He glances up at Queenie to see her already watching and he swallows around nothing. "Yes" He breathes, hands tight in Queenies robe. "Yeah I'm-"
He goes silent when Kingers hand disappears off to the side then, somewhere he can't see, before his hand come back with an item held gently in his fingers.
The knife looks small in Kingers hand, the silver blade shining in the dim light from the lamp in the corner. It casts a shadow over Kinger's face, making the grainy wood stand out and shine, when Caine tilts his head, he can see that Queenie looks just the same.
He can see his own reflection in the deadly steel and shamefully he already looks beyond flushed just from this (granted while Queenie and Kinger had undressed him they had been kissing him and whispering dirty things to him, but that's not the point)
The handle is gripped tightly and Kinger turns to look directly down at him, eyes lidded and head tilted to the side. "Are you ready?"
Caine shifts, legs spreading further to accommodate for Kinger sitting between them, his arms move instinctively but Queenies grip keeps him completely frozen and he feels himself throb at the reminder that he's completely at the mercy of both his partners.
And they were known for not having any.
"Yes" He croaks, watching the knife as it lowers towards the skin of one trembling thigh. "Yes I'm ready"
Theres a hum but he's unsure who it's from, instead his eyes follow that knife as it goes down and down-
The chilly steel touches his inner thigh and he shivers, able to feel the sharp edge right on his skin. The threat of it cutting him is there- it's real and Caine feels his heart begin to speed up in his chest.
Almost like she's psychic, a hand moves to rest over his pec right where his heart is pounding.
"Are you scared Caine?"
He stares as the blade is turned and the very tip us draged up his thigh, just about grazing his flesh. There's not enough pressure to cut, but Caine is hyper aware of the fact that single unpredictable movement from him could make it slice into his skin.
"Kinger could do so much damage to you, couldn't he?"
The knife gets to the leg of his underwear, and he gasps as it's fully turned in Kingers grip, placed underneath, and then they are being sliced through easy like-like a heated blade through butter and-
"Hm, he could carve you open."
The knife shifts, still cutting through fabric until it gets to his hip and he thinks that maybe it might have a harder time because-
Nope. It cuts though that easily too.
His chest heaves under Queenies hand as he stares, seeing the blade move down to his other thigh. It repeats the path again, slicing through his boxers until he's completely free.
Kinger uses his other hand to rid of the ruined boxers, tossing them to the side and Caine stares as Kinger gets closer and closer-
"Oh-" He gasps when he realizes where it's going, his stomach swoops and his mind blanks. "Oh god, I-"
"Shhhhhh-" Fingers rub his pale chest, a thumb grazing his nipple and the touch sends a shock down his spine. "Trust him-"
Blue eyes lock with his as the chess piece in-between his legs looks up at him. "Trust us"
Caine can see the blade hovering over where his arousal is beginning to harden. His cock twitches and he feels his heart stutter because oh it can't be doing that because the knife might-
He can only watch, feeling mildy shaky and panicky as the blade presses right to the side of his dick, the cold settling into his cock and spreading throughout. He wonders, even hopes that maybe that's as far and Kinger will go because he's making an active effort to try and stop himself from hardening any more then he already has.
A hand moves to cup his chest, squeezing his flesh and Caine's back tries to arch- when Kingers other hand presses right on his stomach.
"Stay down" God who said that? He can't recognize voices anymore with how dizzy he feels. He can feel his dick twitch, and he squeezes his eyes shut when the blade only presses harder to his skin.
Think of something else, he forces, chest stuttering, something about adventures and missions and updates, don't think of Queenie and Kinger pinning him down to the ground while having a very real chance of hurting him.
He can't stop shaking, moving to stare as Kinger shifts the blade up, and his chest begins to hyperventilate the closer is gets to the tip. The sight is arousing, it's alot, it's overwhelming. Caine feels teary as the flat end is pressed right to were his pre is beginning to leak from his cock.
The shock it sends through him makes him twitch, a whole body thing that makes him want to curl up into a little ball and hide away. He can't though, not with the way hands hold him and keep him pinned to the floor.
He feels powerless as that knife moves to glide down the other side of his cock, it's still the side of it- flat but every now and again the light will catch and he can see the sharp edge that's only millimeters away from cutting his skin.
The knife makes it to the base of his cock and Caine feels himself relax- before he gasps as the weapon is twisted and then it's being dragged up-
It slides over where his belly button would be, the cold tickling his stomach and it jolts, making Kinger stop moving.
Queenie hums above him, her hand still on his chest rubbing at his skin in a deeply comforting way. "Relax" She whispers and her voice settles over Caine like a warm blanket, a harsh but welcome contrast to the knife resting on his stomach. "We don't want him dissecting you now do we?"
He could, Caine thinks half deliriously as the blade moves again, following his stomach as it concaves in. He could open Caine up and the AI would probably thank him.
The blade is still flat, still not nearly as dangerous as it can be if Kinger wanted it to be, but it's exhilarating all the same.
What's stopping Kinger from doing just that? Whats stoping him from driving the blade into his stomach and carving him open? What's stopping Queenie from keeping him pinned and helpless to stop it?
The fact is nothing is stoping them.
But they wouldn't do that.
"Oh Caine baby are you crying?"
He is.
"Should I st-"
"No" Caine whimpers, shaking his head as the knife comes to a stop just beneath his rib cage. "Please keep- keep going"
The royals seem to have a silent conversation before Kinger hums, his free hand rubbing at Caines thigh. "Tell me if you need me to stop okay?"
Caine nods quickly, sniffling as the emotions overwhelm him. "I-i will just- please-"
They both shush him and Caine only whines louder, feeling tense and way too desperate for this whole scenario. His dick hurts now where it's fully erect between his thighs, his toes curl in the blanket.
He feels tiny like this, led and pinned beneath two beings that have the power to destroy him. He feels like an ant that's being held down by hawks- he feels like nothing and its amazing.
He heaves for air, chest stuttering as he tries to stop it from moving to deeply as the knife moves to his nipple. Then, he watches as it's held upright and the very top is pressed to the bud.
He stops, he holds his breath.
Kinger doesn't move away.
"Did you know that when faced with danger there are three ways animals will react?" Queenies voice, normally a soothing balm, is instead an icy reminder that Caine has no power here.
"Prey animals will primarily fight, there goal is to get away or die trying" he's getting light headed now, his heart beat racing in his ears but if he breaths out then that blade is going to cut him and it's a terrifying thought (he's close, oh god he's so close, he's aching to cum please let him cum-)
"Or, prey will run"
"Do you know what predators do when in the face of danger?" His vision is going, his fingers feel numb from their death grip on a red robe, the only thing he can hear is that soft voice. The only thing he can see is that blade.
"They freeze"
Caine can't keep doing this- he's going to pass out and then who knows what Kinger and Queenie would do to him (whatever they wanted, please they could use him, please please-)
The blade moves and Caine gasps for air, the sudden intake of oxygen rolling through him along with relief, shame and fear- it tears through him and he's cumming so hard he screams.
His back arches despite the hands holding him down, his body shakes and he sobs openly as the pleasure wracks through him. He can feel his legs lifting to wrap around Kingers waist and his own cum leaking on to his lower stomach but it's different, it strange because it's feels no more then pre.
"Oh well would you look at that" Queenies voice breaks through the haze, her voice full of mockery but still somehow the most comforting thing he's ever had the pleasure to hear. "He had a dry orgasm"
A chuckle. "And he managed to nick himself too"
Caine forces his eyes open at that, blinking to rid of the tears that cloud his vision, before he looks down his body.
Sure enough, there a few inches away from his nipple is a small cut, thin and shallow, but spotting it makes the pain register and all it does is make his cock throb.
He watches as light blue blood, his blood, beads to the surface of his skin, and then it runs down the side of his chest.
They had discussed this before hand of course. What they were to do if Caine did in fact get nicked and they had agreed to see how the AI was feeling and adjust accordingly and Caine-
"More" He says brokenly, tears still dripping from his bottom jaw as he stares up at twin, caring faces. "Please I- more I need- more more more-"
A hand rests on the side of his top jaw and he goes silent, breathing desperately as Queenie watches him "how much more Caine?" Her eyes dart to his skin, where his blood is now running down his side. "Do you want more of what's already happened or-"
"Pain " He whines out, the sting is lessening now, and for some reason that is unacceptable to him. "I need- more pain please I need you- I need you to hurt me-"
Queenie and Kinger glance at eachother and he understands why- he's never asked for this before. He's experienced pain during sex before of course but he's never asked for it- and never to this severity but-
"I trust you" Caine says, hands moving to grip Queenies robe even tighter even though he can't feel his arms anymore. "I- both of you, I trust both of you"
He blinks when twin kisses are placed to his top and bottom jaws, his teeth and gums heating up because somehow that of all things makes him hot and begin to burn up. Kinger sits back, his eyes closing as he takes a deep breath in, like he getting himself back into he mindset. "You tell me if you need a break okay?"
Caine nods quickly at that, shifting and spreading his legs more. "Okay, yes pl- okay"
Queenies laughs at him, her hand still on the side of his jaw and petting at his teeth. "I'll have to hold you down a bit more to okay? We dont want you bucking up now do we?"
Their dominance is easy is the thing, its so natural that Caine feels like he has no other choice but to slip underneath the haze that threatens his mind once more. It's addicting to have no power like this, he thinks to himself as his arms are grabbed again and are shifted up until it makes his shoulders ache.
He can create amazing things with a snap of his fingers, he can build whole worlds with a single thought.
Right now he can't even move.
Kinger and Queenie have him.
"Okay, I'm going to start now okay Caine?"
The smaller man nods, eyes closed and body trembling. "Use your words" Queenies says, but not unkindly.
Caine flushed harder. "Yeah please, please-"
Two laughs, and then silence.
Then-
A hand brushes over his right thigh, fingers press to the skin and Caines other thigh twitches so that all of his energy has somewhere to go.
The flat side of the knife presses to his flesh then, rubbing back and forth and Caine knows it's Kinger giving him time to prepare and steady himself. He hums, and tilts his head down, blinking his eyes open because he has to watch- he has to see this.
When his eyes go to his thigh, the blade is turned and the tip is pressed to his skin, his body going much to warm-
The blade is dragged down, his skin is split, and Caine moans.
The pain is exquisite. It spreads out from his thigh and to his lower stomach, leaking down to settle in his cock and making in throb.
He feels blood running down his skin, thin little lines that are barely even there but Caine is to focused on the feeling to not register it. It sends more fear to his chest, fear that makes his arms instinctively pull from the grip but sure enough, Queenie is too strong.
He shakes the entire time, even when he thigh is let go of.
"Okay?"
"Yes-" Caine says immediately, eyes rolling back as the cut throbs in time with his heart beat. "Fuck, it- hmm-"
There are two groans above him and he grins to himself, then he gasps when the flat of the blade is pressed to his ribs.
His stomach concaves on instinct, then he cries out when another cut is put there too. He can feel his blood, thin lines of warmth, seep and run down his overheated skin to soak the blanket below and-
He still scared, the fear is front and centre even now, maybe even more so.
Kinger could cut to deep, he could hit an artery, he could do some real damage.
Another on his pec, right under his collar bone.
He feels movement and-
He gasps when a wet, scalding tongue laps at that cut, his arms battling the grip keeping him pinned and his eyes popping open wide.
He can't move his head now with the way Queenie is bending over him, his bloody skin being sucked at and licked over like some sort of delicacy. Like he's a meal.
He gasps at more pain from his hip.
Then his shoulder.
Then his other side.
Then his stomach.
Each cut makes him sob. Each time blood is draw on his upper body Queenie leans over to suck and lick him clean and he can't stop crying. He's shaking, he's afraid, terrified, but he's so hard and he's so close.
Then, the blade presses to the base of his cock and Caine shouts, sobbing louder and it shakes his whole body. "Please-!"
Pain, right there at the very base of his dick. It's sharp and sudden and-
Apparently cumming for real after doing so dry is a whole other feeling.
The fort glitches around him, the sound of static is torn from his throat and it's only prolonged when Kinger suddenly leans down to lick at the cut that's still leaking near his cock.
His back arches and each and every injury throbs, his stomach is swirling around in his lower body and he can't breath anymore. He can't think past the painpainpainpleasurepleasurepleasure
His body goes limp, his eyes blue screen, and Caine passes out.
!!!
He comes to slowly, voices speaking in hushed tones above him in a way that makes him feel safe.
His body is clothed, a loose T-shirt and sleep shorts. When he shifts he can feel bandages on the areas he had been cut and he grins to himself. He could have just snapped the injures away once he woke up, but the extra care out into wrapping up them makes him feel giddy.
They probably won't even scar is the thing, they had only been shallow little things.
He opens his eyes to see himself squished in-between the two chess pieces, their hands laces together over his stomach as they talked.
He doesn't feel the need to interrupt them, feeling to at peace to try and speak.
Instead he places his own hands over theirs, feeling them shift to grasp his fingers, before he closes his eyes again.
Wouldn't hurt to catch a few more hours.