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Spoke shoved Parrot down onto the bed with little warning. The voidling had little care if the other was or wasn’t ready to be taken right then and there. The bird hybrid was a prisoner of war, a war prize if you will, that his father (Ash) gave him. The colorful birdie had been stripped of all possessions, including most of his clothing which left him with only a simple pair of leather leggings to cover himself.
Spoke loved the power high he got whenever he brought a prisoner to his chambers. They could do nothing against him and they always knew it which made them more pliable. If they really annoyed him or managed to injury him he’d usually just torture them with sex toys till they’d pop a totem. Cruel, yes, but very enjoyable for himself. Maybe he’d get to do that to Parrot. Perhaps he’d just do it anyway to see what would go through his smart-ass brain.
Seeing one of the smartest players on the server laying in front of him, trembling in fear of what he would do. It sent dopamine straight to his head and blood to his cock.
“You can’t do this to me! I thought we were friends Spoke!?!” Parrot exclaimed. He didn’t dare get off the bed in fear of being killed. He had seen players, Spoke’s own friends, be killed for less.
Spoke rolled his eyes. “Stay on the bed for a moment. I’ll be right there.” He undressed and threw the clothes to the floor for servants to pick up later. He climbed into the bed and held the struggling Parrot down. Spoke forced a bottle of weakness down the birdie’s throat and made him drink the whole thing.
“Be a nice bird Parrot. I reward the early birds that learn fast and punish the bad birds who don’t. Either way it’ll be fun, for me that is, and you’ll learn eventually.” The prince purred, hands exploring Parrot’s chest freely. Spoke ran his hands down the lean torso, frowning at how skinny the other hybrid was. “We’ll need to get some more meat on you.”
“Fuck youuu-“ Parrot slurred. His struggles had stopped and his brain was slow because of the potion.
“No, I think you have the roles switched. I am the one fucking you. Now let’s get these pants off.” Spoke traced his fingers around Parrot’s lower stomach, teasing the pants low before fully pulling everything off.
Spoke flipped the limp hybrid onto his back, making Parrot’s wings span out instead of staying tucked underneath him. Spoke admired the colorful limbs for a few seconds before running his fingers through the feathers, causing Parrot of moan. A bird hybrid’s wings are the most sensitive thing you could touch besides its penis.
Spoke’s eyes glinted mischievously and he pulled a few feathers out roughly. Parrot squawked in pain but could barely move to defend himself. His captor pulled feathers out till his wings were sparsely covered and his throat raw from screaming. The bed was littered with feathers and tiny droplets of blood that sometimes came along with the feathers.
Spoke looked proudly over his work. It wasn’t finished yet and probably would take a while but he was a (somewhat) patient man. He would break this bird and retrain it so he could show his father.
He aligned himself with the half conscious hybrid’s anus and plunged in. It felt absolutely magnificent. He bucked farther into the glorious wet heat. His hips rolled, earning a tight squeeze from Parrot who was crying weakly below him.
Before Spoke knew it, he spurted his seed into Parrot who had passed out in the middle of the taking. Spoke didn’t mind much. He got dressed and ordered some servants to tidy up the room, clean the bed, and make sure Parrot was ready for when he got back from a short mission.
He had to go do an overnight steakout where a large rebel group was supposedly based at. There wasn’t any concrete evidence they were there, so Spoke was confident that there wasn’t going to be any action in the end and he’d get home tired. He sure hoped Parrot learned fast because he didn’t like fucking unconscious people when he was tired.