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While Equius was certainly endearing, in his own way, it was moments like this when you questioned why he had chosen you as his charge, so to speak.
Ah, but you were getting ahead of yourself.
Your name is DIRK STRIDER, and you had simply asked for your brain to be turned off.
Equius, however, appeared to have diverted his attention to some others of your numerous issues.
Even now, as his hands looped knots around your limbs, far too delicately for your tastes, he hadn’t relented in his endless quest to ensure your comfort. He tugged softly at the intricate knots holding your arms behind your back, easily slipping two fingers between the too-soft rope and your skin.
“Does that feel alright?”
You adjusted how you were sitting, testing your bounds. It wasn’t uncomfortable, not in the slightest. A simple phrase flashed across your consciousness.
This was more than you deserved.
However, your cool demeanor refused to crack that easily. You arched a brow, turning your head to peek over your shoulder at the troll who had decided, for some reason, that you were worth this amount of effort and care.
“Yeah, it’s fine. But I feel like I should remind you that I’m not made of glass. Typically when I ask someone to turn my brain off, it entails a lot more throwing me around and making me submit. Which you seem to be doing neither of.”
“Is it not acceptable to find my own enjoyment in the process?”
You fought back an eye roll, and looked straight forward again. For some inexplicable reason, Equius had thought it right to rid you of your glasses before he even began tying the rope, and you were not willing to allow him to see it when you rolled your eyes. That felt like it would show too much of your hand…
“I mean, that’s not what I’m trying to say. I’m just saying that I expected this to go differently, is all.”
“Good. Then allow me to take the reins.”
You couldn’t help looking at him with a look that was quite tame to an outside observer, but suitably incredulous by your standards.
“...you did not just make a horse pun at me. While I am naked. And tied up. Wow, I am so unbelievably horny right now, you would not believe it.”
Your flatter-than-usual tone seemed to have been effective, if the way the tips of his ears flushed was any indication. You allowed yourself a dull satisfaction, before the tide of your self-loathing washed it away like a sand castle. You were kind of a dick just then, weren’t you? That wasn’t what you had meant to sound like, but add it to the list of reasons why you didn’t deserve to be treated this gently-
“That was not my intention, forgive me. However, it appears you have gotten lost in your mind again. So I suppose I should get on with it, correct?”
“Whatever floats your boat, dude.”
“Allow me a chance to prove my methods effective, at the very least.”
“Is that a command?”
“Would you like it to be?”
A shiver ran up your spine. That was something to be quickly stomped down, however, so you simply looked ahead again, in silence. Maybe he’d drop it if you just didn’t respond…
Unfortunately, Equius’s hand found your jaw and gripped it just hard enough to provide a pleasant sting, and turned your head to look at him again.
“I command you to answer me, prince.”
You barely bit back a groan. Fuck, right, you’d made a list of your kinks, including your preferred pet names, and sent him a link to the document. That was stupid of you to forget. The groan was ripped out of you a moment later, however, when the grip on your jaw tightened ever so slightly, and a calloused hand began to trace lightly over your waist.
“I’m still waiting.”
“...yes, I’d like it to be a command. Are you happy now?”
Equius gained a small, but immensely patronizing smile as he released his grip on your jaw and instead put the offending hand on the other side of your waist.
“Very much so. Good boy.”
Fuck. Yeah, very bad idea to send this guy a list of your kinks in the first place. That error has been noted, and sent to upper management for later. But for now, you were busy being manhandled - again, annoyingly gently - to a different position. Now you were on your back, head rested against pillows, while additional cushioning was placed under your hips.
Yet again, you found yourself in a spiral of thoughts. This was far too comfortable. You didn’t deserve this. You didn’t deserve even a miniscule amount of treatment that was this kind, you didn’t deserve to be treated like you mattered, you didn’t deserve-
You were snapped out of your thoughts by those stupid, huge hands rubbing down your thighs, pressing them further apart while Equius simply took the sight of you in. Your face warmed by several degrees, and you turned it to the side on instinct. Just don’t look at it- fuck, Equius was talking again.
“You are gorgeous…”
His voice was low and breathy, like he was actually taken aback by the sight of you.
Too much.
“Sure, whatever you say.”
“I mean it. So I command you to simply say ‘thank you’. Am I understood?”
“That’s a dirty move, Equius-”
“You are beautiful. I’m waiting.”
…damn it.
“...thank you.”
“Good boy. Now, you are aware of what must be done if you would like to stop-”
“Yeah, yeah, color system. I’m good. Do whatever it is you think will be so effective.”
“It appears you are getting impatient, my prince. Is there something you’d like me to do?”
You were about to bite out a suitably irritated retort, before you felt those stupidly big fingers brushing against your - embarrassingly soaked - cunt. So instead, you struggled to contain a moan. Unfortunately, that was not good enough for Equius. He continued to prod at you, still annoyingly gentle, still talking.
“Go on. Tell me how I may serve you, my prince.”
“Ff-fuck you, Equius-”
“I command you to tell me how I may serve you. Otherwise, nothing more will happen at all.”
This was evil. This was worse than anything you’d ever done in any universe ever. However, unfortunately for your mental stability, Equius had begun to press his thumb against your clit with each stroke along your folds. Therefore, you were left with no choice. If you wanted even an inch more than what he was giving you, you would have to put your self-loathing aside for a little bit.
“Fucking- suck my dick or something, anything-”
That dumb, smug little smile had returned to Equius’s face.
“Your wish is my command, my prince.”
Finally, finally, that mouth was doing something that wasn’t pissing you off. But even then, that was more than you des-
“Fuck!”
Your train of thought had been interrupted by a suck to your cock, along with a thick finger slipping into you. You were already tugging against the ropes holding your arms in place, hands begging to be buried in Equius’s hair, but rejected the ability to do so. You were stuck at his mercy, as it was now. Equius pulled his head back with a softer smile.
Too soft-
His finger started tenderly thrusting, and you cried out, interrupted again.
“You will stop getting lost in your head, I command it. Focus on the here and now, or I will leave you here.”
“Is this gonna be a whole thing right now- ah!”
He had dropped back down to give your clit another quick suck, before resting his cheek against your thigh.
“You will ask for what you’d like, and you will accept receiving it. It is quite simple, my prince. If you’d like something else, you are free to ask for it to stop.”
After a moment of internal deliberation, occasionally interrupted by a thrust or suck, you managed to get out your answer.
“Like hell.”
“Good boy. May I continue?”
“...you may.”
Equius luckily seemed to find your answer satisfactory, as indicated by him eagerly diving back into his meal.
You lost track, ever so slightly, of how much time was passing as Equius continued to derail your train of thought at every turn. You start thinking about how you shouldn’t be accepting this so willingly? He sucks harder. You start thinking of how horrible a person you are? He adds another finger, or thrusts them harder, or curls them. You were being read like a book, and it would’ve been alarming if it didn’t feel so good.
You didn’t even notice your orgasm approaching until it was already rushing through your system like magma. Equius gratefully lapped up all of the slick that escaped your entrance, easily working you through the aftershocks. When he pulled away from your cunt, fingers and all, air finally rushed back into your lungs in a single gasp. Equius rested his hands on your thighs, rubbing them terribly gently. You wouldn’t have traded it for the fucking world.
“Is there something else I can do for you, my prince…?”
The answer came far too easily. Perhaps this had been more effective than you’d thought…
“Fuck me. Please.”
Equius kissed the inside of your thigh, and it took everything in you not to sob.
“As you wish, my prince.”
He shed his pants, allowing his bulge to squirm out of its sheath towards your sensitive cunt. It was already coated in a healthy amount of genetic material, as if your pussy was in need of lubrication by any sense of the phrase, but it was still considerably larger than you’d typically be able to take.
At the moment, though? You needed it like air.
Equius was far too careful with the pace he chose to push it into your cunt, but every mere centimeter was like heaven incarnate. In any other scenario, you could’ve waxed poetic about it for hours, but right now you were too caught up with the blissfully painful stretch to think about anything else.
He allowed you a few moments to catch your breath as soon as he was fully hilted, though the squirming of his bulge - along with the sweat beading along his shaky arms - was enough to clue you in to his impatience. You decided that yes, you could be merciful, and ground your hips against his. He seemed to take this very well, if the desperate clicking of his groan was anything to go by. And even if it wasn’t, the fact that he began to knock the breath out of your lungs with every thrust of his hips definitely was.
Fuck, he was big, he was stretching you so nicely, he was being so kind to you, you deserved it- oh, you were cumming again. Equius was still going, though. That was good. You wanted him to-
“K-keep going, please fill me, please-”
Another clicky growl ripped out of his chest, before he leaned down over you and captured your rambling mouth in a messy kiss. It was uncoordinated as hell, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Your brain was entirely taken up by pleasant static, and it just felt so good...
He was pulling away, but his mouth was quickly made busy again by pressing kisses and bites to your neck, leaving light pink marks after each gentle nibble. He was talking, but you couldn’t really understand it.
“Anything, my prince… hah- a-anything you want…!”
You lost track of time entirely, along with how many times you’d reached your peak. All that you really knew was that Equius was still fucking you, until his hips stuttered and he pressed as deep as he possibly could. His genetic material was cold, and it felt so, so good, like cold water being poured into a too-hot bath. Your eyes finally slipped closed while you both basked in the afterglow, chests heaving, Equius still inside you, heavy against you…
This was nice…
…
You came back to your mind after what felt like eons, to a glass being pressed against your lips. Your mouth opened without your conscious permission, to… milk? Ok, yeah, sure, you’ll drink some milk.
You opened your eyes, after swallowing your mouthful of milk, to survey the situation. It appeared you had been wrapped in a blanket, balm had been applied to your arms where they’d been tied, and that your pussy had been cleaned out. Good, genetic material felt awful when it dried. The last bit you noticed was that one strong arm was around your waist, and another was holding the glass of milk.
Equius must be holding you.
OH, Equius was HOLDING YOU-
…you know what? Maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing.
“Are you alright? I was not too rough, was I?”
You weakly twisted around in his arms, deciding to put your face against his chest. Tits… that was good.
“...mm. Yeah, I’m good. That was… holy shit…”
“You enjoyed yourself then…?”
His voice had a hopeful lilt to it. That was kind of cute, actually…
“Damn right I did. I wouldn’t have complained as much if I was being hurt, but… yeah, I’ll admit it, that was more effective than I thought it would be…”
You blinked your eyes open again, just to look up at him. He looked incredibly satisfied that you had been satisfied, but there was still a twinge in your gut seeing his face. Had you just used him for some quick relief, or did he find some enjoyment too…?
“...did… you enjoy yourself…?”
Equius seemed a bit surprised to be addressed again, but he got a too-cute smile as soon as he processed what had been asked.
“Oh, I enjoyed myself very much! I feel incredibly fortunate, in fact.”
“...yeah?”
“Yes. Incredibly. That I have been allowed to serve you to such an effective degree.”
He gently squeezed you, all but forcing your face back into his incredibly muscular chest. You didn’t deserve-
…
Leave it for after a nap.
You could allow yourself to cuddle closer, get comfy for sleep. And you would. Equius would even stroke your hair as you did, and it would be the easiest nap of your goddamn life.