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you smile at your friends even as he tries not to squirm in his seat sitting right across from you. adventurous as he was and never one to turn down a challenge, he had accepted your proposition earlier that afternoon to try and break him. it has been three hours since you had first slid the tentacle monster you had… borrowed from a friend… up his ass. his face is slightly flushed-- beautiful --but otherwise entirely composed, which only makes you want to ruin him even more. so, with a subtle wink at him, you bring your foot up and nudge the steeled toes underneath where his dick lies, enough above his hole to not dislodge the tentacle, but still close enough to shove it further in.
his breath hitches mid-word, but he waves off everyone’s concerns and keeps on talking about… something or another. you honestly haven’t been paying much attention after the conversation turned from mandatory social obligations. he admirably continues on even as you start rocking your foot back and forth, pressing in and out, up and down, in, in, in, deeper …
you feel his dick twitch against the front of your ankle and the fabric underneath your foot because more slippery all of a sudden. with your breath caught in your throat, you glance over at him to notice his lips go slack in the shape of an ‘o’, his eyes glazing over, only noticeable enough if someone were to really study his face. daringly, you nudge your foot further under him and press upward.
he almost jumps in his seat and his jaw clicks barely audibly as it closes. your friends don’t notice his lapse in composure--and if they do, they don’t point it out, which works just as well for you. you couldn’t care any less for your own reputation--you’re already known as the weird one, anyway. sexual deviancy would hardly be anything in comparison with how your favorite hobby is hunting down abyss mages and… playing with them. as much as blood splattering main roads and waterways can be called playing .
maybe that was why you get along so well with this fatui boy.
he tries to pin you with a subtle glare when you begin to rock your foot up and down again, but the slight sheen in his eyes undermines whatever message he’s hoping to send. you smirk back at him--a promise--since he should know by now who’s in charge when he’s not fulfilling his darling tsaritsa’s orders.
you’re mine, you promise with your smirk.
so he returns to dazzling your friends with his pretty words, pulling off tactics that never work on you. he listens to their gossip and learns their group dynamic, contributing to the conversation as well as he can with the tentacle squelch-squelch-squelching quietly in and out of his dirty ass. you sigh under your breath after a few minutes, bored despite the entertainment in front of you. but you keep your attention on him nevertheless, studying the way the tips of his ears are flushed red, how he almost trips up on his words whenever you press up and inward at exactly the right angle, how he has to lick his lips every so often mid-sentence to keep his gasps from being punched straight out from his gut.
oh, that was a nice image. you file it away to fulfil later at another time--he’s always so awfully eager to be thrown around, so he wouldn’t protest if you want to stick a few knives in him and dangle him off a cliff.
but for now, you have him here to play with in public.
you raise your other foot--bless your abdominal muscles and all the exercise you do to keep them that way--and press it against his gut, where his jacket is open to what feels like the entire world. digging your foot inward and downward, you press against the almost unnoticeable bulge in his gut.
his hips jerk up against your foot, then back down; his eyes dilate like a cat’s in direct sunlight; his teeth sink straight into his tongue mid-word. you dig in harder, with sharper movements, sudden jerks and shoves that shift the tentacle deeper into him and press into places he would normally never be touched in his lifetime. a quiet stream of air escapes through his nose as he squirms subtly, and when you press your foot again, you hear a faint schluck sound when you move against his crotch.
oh, dear barbatos, you could simply eat him up.
when the group is done meeting up, you both go off your different ways--but once you’re out of sight, you hunt him down and drag him into an alleyway. he's flushed and trying to walk straight, but he just barely manages to keep from falling to his knees as you shove him against the wall right out of sight of the main street. face flushed and breath coming out in light pants, he smirks at you even as you hear the faint squelching of the creature fucking in and out of him. he doesn't even manage to say a word before you backhand him harshly and jab your heel into his foot, bringing your leg up to knock against the inside of his knee, forcing him to the ground with your other hand fisted in his hair. you yank his head back with a sharp tug and huff triumphantly at his slack face from the combination of the pain on his face and the painful pleasure of the creature fucking his hole. you barely give him anytime to recompose himself, instead shifting your weight to stand on one foot as you lift the other to grind harshly into his crotch.
"you came twice today during dinner," you hiss at him as loudly as you dare, wildly aware of the crowd of people on the street just around the corner who could hear you. the thrill was too great to care very much about it. "i barely had to do anything. so, since you're such a whore, why don't you go on and hump my leg like the bitch you are?" you taunt him, sneering down at him even as your heart thuds wildly in your chest.
his expression when he stared up at you was absolutely gorgeous: eyes widening slightly, mouth parted as a quiet moan was punched straight from his gut by the constant squelch-squelch-squelch of the tentacle thrusting in and out of him. you only have a moment to relish in his shock before his face sets with hazy determination, and he begins rolling his hips up into your heeled boots. unimpressed with his dainty movements, you shift your weight fully onto his dick, grinding down with as much force as you can muster while still standing still.
"what's wrong?" you coo at him when he shudders out a gasp, instinctively trying to wriggle away from the force crushing his crotch. you gently lead his head forward and his eyes flit up to look at you--then you slam his head back against the wall with a loud crack ringing out in the alley, harmonizing beautifully with his first real moan of the night. you smirk at him, then ease some of the weight off his dick. "you were such a good whore during dinner--where'd that slut go? i promised you a treat if you behaved, but you know the night doesn't end until you're crying in a pool of your own blood and cum, forced to lay there and let me carry you."
"tha-at's if you can get me there--"
you slam his head back against the wall again--and this time, you use your other hand to pull out one of your knives and press it into his throat. the sharp edge slid into his skin as he moved, and his breath stuttered once, twice, before evening back out. blood trickled down the blade and onto your forearm as his eyes flickered from the blade back to meet your eyes.
"uh-ah," you scold him, "good sluts ask for permission before speaking."
almost hesitantly, he bucks up into your heel, hissing when you almost absent-mindedly grind it down as he does it. you have to fight back a mean smirk when he does it again to find that you significantly removed most of the pressure from his dick, only for you to press down once more mid-thrust. he inhales sharply mid-whine, cutting the sound off before it can fully leave his throat.
growling almost ferally at him, you release his hair to snatch his hands, pinning them to the wall--then you stab your knife through his sleeves and halfway into the wall, pinning them both there and leaving his midriff completely open and vulnerable. with one last mean grind of your heel, you step back to sneer at him, another knife sliding into your hand to replace the one you sank into his sleeves.
"i'll give you your only choice to make for the night right now," you tell him severely, not stopping even as you register someone passing dangerously close to the entrance of the alley. he shudders, arms attempting to twitch down to cover himself before he remembers the rules given to him--he stays in the hold of the knife even when it can be so easily escaped just with a quick tug. good boy. "i can go bleed you out in the sea and leave you to fuck yourself alone for the next week, or you can behave and let me fuck you on the balcony outside northland bank like you begged me to earlier today."
he shudders out a quiet moan as the tentacle starts fucking him again--it had stopped when you had ground your heel into his dick the first time, but now that the pressure was gone, it evidently deems it safe to continue.
"well?" you press him, flicking the knife in your hand up into the air and catching it over and over again methodically as you wait for his brain to clear up enough to answer. "i asked a question, you fucking whore. are you going to answer like the good little bitch you are, or are you going to sit there and expect everything to come to you without you putting in any work? i thought you had a better work ethic than that, but i suppose even a masochistic slut like you can be spoiled if you hit it too hard..."
"fuck me--" his voice hitches and a loud whine slips loose as he cums again, drenching his pants enough to see the stain even through the padding you had forced him to wear tonight to prevent this.
approaching footsteps echo from around the corner. it only takes you a few seconds to step forward, rip your knife free from his sleeves, pull him up by his collar, and shove him behind the stacked boxes that were against the other wall. you slide your knives back up your sleeve, lean against the wall next to him, and shoot his almost-panicked face a sly wink.
a girl comes around the corner, oblivious to the fatui harbinger still being fucked by a tentacle up his ass even after cumming three times. she spots you and perks up slightly, angling herself to walk directly to you.
"hi," you say when she gets close enough for you to be socially obligated to acknowledge her presence, even though she rudely interrupted you attending to your slut. "how can i help you?"
"hi!" she chirps back, disgustingly cheery for walking into an almost-empty alley all on her own without any muscle visible on her arms. "i was walking by and heard a loud whine? i was just coming here to make sure everything's alright here?"
you see ajax press his lips together from the corner of your eye--fighting back another smirk, you blink and tilt your head innocently at the girl standing not even five feet from the hidden harbinger.
"there was a stray dog that came by only moments ago," you lie easily, lips curling up in a rueful smile. you shrug at her and continue, "he seemed really skittish, and he almost bit me when i tried to get close enough to leave him some food. he ran off though, so i was planning on asking around tomorrow morning to see if anyone was missing a dog in case that wasn't a stray."
"oh, i can help if you need me to!" the girl volunteers enthusiastically. "i wouldn't want anyone to be worried over their missing dog, after all. and if we can find the dog, we can help socialize it so it can find a lovely home!"
"that would be nice, thank you," you tell her in faux-relief, not really caring that she's going to be wasting her time, since she was wasting your time right now--time you could spend bringing the whore just three steps to your right to tears, only stopping when you're satisfied with his begging... "i wasn't sure if i would be able to ask everyone myself."
"it's no problem!" she smiles at you. you smile back, wondering when the annoyance would walk away.
"well, i have to get back home now," you say, effectively ending the conversation. "thank you again for your help."
"again, it's no problem!" she waves your fake gratitude off, not knowing it's really fake. "i think i'll try and see if i can find where that dog went before i head back."
nodding in relief, you wave her goodbye as she disappears around the other corner. you wait a few seconds to ensure she's really gone before turning back to ajax.
he's leaning against the boxes, body almost entirely slack as another tremble shudders through his spine. his face is flushed red, and when he opens his eyes to look at you as you crouch down next to him, they're bright and shiny with unshed tears. you feel your breath escape your throat unbidden at the sight of him absolutely wrecked.
then you notice that his pants are even more stained than before.
"oh, i see." laughing at him, you grab his chin and rotate his head to face you fully. "i knew you were an exhibitionist--you live for the thrill, really--but i didn't know you were that much of a disgusting slut. you really want everyone to know that the eleventh harbinger can be brought down so easily with a few mean words and a handful of well-timed thrusts into his sloppy hole?"
his eyes flutter and he leans forward to messily press his lips against yours. you decide to take pity on him and kiss him gently for a few moments before pulling back and standing up, dragging him up with you.
"up on your feet now, darling." you pet the side of his face as he sags forward into you, whining into your shoulder unabashedly as the tentacle shifts inside of him from the change of angle. "you have to make it back to the bank first before collapsing completely. i'd say you did wonderfully today--you even kept your cool when you were being fucked barely five feet away from that girl. yes, you're a good little slut, and i'll give you your reward once we make it back to the bank. c'mon now, babe, you can make it that far."
with those hushed assurances murmured into the top of his head, you lead him back to the back entrance of northland bank. as promised by ekaterina, your co-conspirator in all of this, the passageways she told you about were entirely devoid of guards and other people. in just under ten minutes, you reach the front of the bank, and nadia wasn't there. perfect.
you prop him up against the railing, leaning him forward against the pole. murmuring praises into his ear, you gently guide his hands forwards to grab the railing in front of him. "yeah, babe, just like that. you'll get what you asked for in a minute, i just need you to hold on there--yes, perfect. what a good slut, yeah, you did really well today."
you find the bag exactly where you had placed it earlier that evening, hidden by the door to the bank. you set it down gently next to the railing and look around to make sure that everyone around couldn't see you. good.
he's waiting perfectly for you, trembling with his forehead pressed against the pole and ass sticking slightly out. you can't resist the urge to slap it, angling your hand so it strikes right against the base of the writhing tentacle. he yelps and then whines at the sudden deep thrust into him, knees trembling with the effort to hold himself up. you grin at his lack of any objection--it seems you got him into the mindset you always wanted to get him into.
you unbuckle his pants and pull them down just enough to expose his ass. the padding you had placed inside earlier--usually used for menstrual hygiene, which you repurposed for this very occasion--almost falls out, utterly soaked with cum, but you catch it deftly before it could fall over the railing. that would have been disastrous. you toss it into the open bag next to you.
next is the tentacle still thrusting in and out of him. you spread his soaked hole with two fingers of one hand and stick three on the other hand inside to grab it and pull it out. meanly, you grind it in even more before pulling it half out, thrusting it back in fully, and then pulling it out entirely. the choked whine he makes is entirely worth it, and you notice a few tears spill down his cheeks. you kiss them away gently before dropping the tentacle into the bag, where it stills when it registers no more warm flesh around it.
" please, " he whines loudly--almost too loudly, as you notice a couple walking on the pathway just below you two. you pat his cheek gently and shush him, fumbling to put on the harness as quickly as you can without being too loud. " please please please plea --"
finally finished buckling the harness, you press one hand against his mouth and pull him back against you. the other goes to his hip to steady him as you finally slide into his dripping hole, already fucked loose from the tentacle warming it all evening.
"you fucking slut," you whisper into his ear, "do you want to be seen being fucked in public that much? is that it? you want me to fucking ruin you, throw you around, drench you with your own blood, then fuck you in front of everyone to show that you're mine? how depraved are you? next, will you ask me to drag you in front of your queen, bruised and bloodied, and fuck you into submission right in front of her? maybe i'll ask her to gift you to me. then i can go and stab you as many times as i want, 'cuz then you'll be fully mine. i'll fuck you so full every day that you'd think you were pregnant--and you'll have to get used to fighting like that. but archons know you're such a fucking masochistic slut that you'd like that pain, you bitch."
you thrust into him as deep as you can as you whisper these promises into his ear, fucking them into his gut, searing them into his skin with your every touch. you kiss his tears away in between words, silence his sobs with your fingers down his throat, and satiate his desires with every thrust. with every cry you punch out of his gut, you suddenly realize that he’s ruined you for anyone else.
that’s okay, though. you take this opportunity to ruin him for anyone else as well.