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The first thing he notices upon waking is that his arms still ache.
It's nothing new; they've been aching for days now, Cornelia seeming to have enjoyed it far too much to string him up by his wrists.
The chains had hurt, digging into his skin until they were left raw and red, with only exhaustion willing to offer him any reprieve and allow him to slip into a restless sleep.
Now, his restraints feel more organic. More forgiving, perhaps.
He opens his eyes with barely-restrained reluctance
"So nice of you to finally join us, Your Highness."
He's not in his cell, he realizes after allowing his eyes to adjust to the torch-lit darkness. No, this is the dungeon proper.
Something behind him slithers.
"You've been asleep for a long time. It would be terribly rude to our guest for you to fall back asleep now."
Guest?
Dimitri does his best to clear his vision. Cornelia comes into focus first, and then--
Oh no.
"Felix," he hears himself gasp, his voice raspy from disuse over days and days. "No, why--?"
"He tried to rescue you, isn't that cute? And when I've been taking such good care of you, too."
As if to prove her point, Cornelia runs her hand over his arm and behind him, the slithering wall behind him suddenly set into motion once more. The restraints around his wrists tighten, something slimy breaching the waistband of his already threadbare pants.
"Felix, why--?"
The thought is cut off in its infancy as something slides down his abdomen and around his hip to wrap around his cock, Dimitri unable to help the strangled gasp that escapes him.
What on earth is restraining him?
"Why did you try to rescue me?" he rasps, his voice as raw as his feelings. "Why?"
"It’s my job." Felix’s voice is just as raw as his own, a sense of unmistakable dread running through him. "I'm your shield, you foolish boar. I didn't--" He averts his gaze, if only for a moment. "I didn't believe the rumors."
"Rumors," Dimitri mutters. His head feels like it's spinning. In truth, it's hard to concentrate on just about anything with something wrapped around his cock. "What rumors?"
"That you'd died."
His mouth runs dry, Dimitri staring for a long moment, only his hips jerking involuntarily. A part of him hates how used to this he feels. Even if he's used to them being Cornelia's hands on him, touching his cock.
"What a touching reunion," she chimes in as if thinking of her cruelty summoned her back into their conversation. "It’s almost charming. The young Lord Fraldarius is in love with his prince."
"I’m not."
It shouldn’t have surprised him, he knows; and yet the way Felix practically spits the sentiment hurts all the same.
"Shall we put that to the test?"
"Cornelia, whatever you’re hoping to accomplish, please, just leave Felix out of it. He’s done nothing wrong."
If anything, her smile only widens. It’s an unsettling sight, and— based on experience alone— Dimitri knows it to be a bad sign. "Oh? I wonder if that’s true."
Even by the dim torchlight, the red of Felix’s cheeks can just barely be made out as he stares at nothing, breathing hard—
Wait—
"Have you noticed yet, Your Highness?" A cold sense of dread washes over him as Cornelia makes her way around the room, magically lighting additional torches along the way. "You see, I’d heard of his behavior toward you at school. And the young lord simply couldn’t help himself. He’s already called you a boar, and he’s barely even known you to be alive for a scant few hours. If he’d held his tongue, perhaps I could have seen it in me to be kind, but…"
He knows that to be a filthy lie, but with little to disprove it, he also knows to hold his tongue. Cornelia continues, as if his silence is agreement enough all on its own for her. "But I fear that I have no choice but to punish him further. I thought we’d start out with a bit of repentance; do you see the gift I brought before you?"
The last two torches behind Felix are lit, and Dimitri can't help but stare. It would be hard not to see it, harder to look away, almost: Felix is on his knees, legs spread and cock seemingly restrained against his abdomen as he sits atop what looks to be a magically modified golem, arms tied behind his back.
It looks almost as if he’s sitting on the golem’s lap—
No.
"Oh yes," Cornelia says, her voice shrilling in clear delight as Dimitri blanches, eyes wide. Did he say that out loud? "Do you like your gift, Your Highness?"
His mind is still reeling. The shame is written clear as day across Felix’s features now that he can better see both them and the cause, a large, metallic phallus concealed within Felix.
His cock twitches, a fresh wash of shame running over him.
"You disgust me—"
"He’s been riding it for hours by now while you slept. Taking his own virginity all by himself. Shall we see if he’s been enjoying himself?"
The restraints holding Felix's cock down fall almost instantly with the wave of her hand. In the wake of its newly-earned freedom, it throbs and leaks nigh copious amounts of precome.
"I wonder how much longer he can last without begging for your cock."
"Why," Dimitri finally says, his voice filled with nothing but barely-restrained vitriol. "Why are you doing this?"
"Your shield needs to be brought to heel. He's awfully poorly behaved." Crossing the room, Cornelia allows her hand to run down his cheek, Dimitri flinching away only to be forced back by the mass writhing against him. "And I know you to be far too soft to do anything about it." She pats his cheek, the gesture dripping with condescension to echo her smile. "Think of it this way. This is for your own good."
Her attention turns back to Felix, Dimitri almost wishing he could lure her back somehow, keep her from doing anything else to him in his name. But he knows he couldn't keep her occupied long enough. Not to mention-- long enough for what? No one is coming to rescue them. She'll take as long as she wants. Getting her to pay attention to him first would simply hurt Felix.
Not that any of this logic helps him feel any less guilty.
He can't win.
"Why don't you show your prince how good you are at taking cock? Give him a little show?"
For seemingly the first time, Felix turns his attention upon Cornelia, his glare murderous. "Why don't you go fuck yourself?"
"Felix," Dimitri says, but Cornelia is quick to wave him off, shaking her head.
"Tut, tut, Your Highness. Though your kindness is obviously unparalleled, please do try not to stop him? He needs to learn these lessons himself, or he'll never become the loyal shield he needs to be." Her gaze, artificially warm, turns back to Felix. "Isn't that right, Lord Fraldarius? Every time you talk back, I'm going to punish you." She crouches down, running her hand into his hair as he fights to squirm out of her grip. "Until you enjoy it, I think. Until you become the perfect little cocksleeve for the prince."
The hand in Felix's hair tightens, yanking his head back. "Now be a good boy and open up for Mama Cornelia, or this is about to get very unpleasant for you."
Of course Felix doesn't listen, fighting to squirm out of her grip even as she grabs hold of his chin to squeeze, wrenching it down to open his mouth for him. Watching this, even Dimitri isn't sure whether he wants Felix to fight or just comply, make this all easier on him.
"Felix," he rasps, closing his eyes as if to steel himself for what he's about to say. "Just-- just do what she says."
The sound that leaves Felix is filled with nothing but disgust and contempt, Cornelia chuckling darkly. Beneath him, the tentacles shift, tightening their grip on him even as some of the tendrils find their way over to Felix. At first, he resists, trying desperately to keep his mouth shut, but between the tentacles pressing insistently against the seam of his lips and Cornelia's grip on his hair, her willingness to close his airways by holding his nose closed, it's more than enough to force him to relent.
And so he does, Dimitri watching as the tentacle slithers into his mouth in a moment of weakness and desperation for air. It's impossible to look away, Cornelia tipping a vial of something down Felix's throat. Effortless, with his mouth forcibly held open with the tentacle's intrusion.
His own cock throbs, traitorous.
As if intent on pushing the liquid down inside of him as quickly as possible, the tentacle fucks his throat for a few seconds before withdrawing again, leaving Felix to moan in the wake of its absence.
He's trembling, flushed, Felix's own cock begging for attention.
"What did you do to him?"
Cornelia laughs, the sound making shiver run down his spine.
"I thought we should make it a bit easier on him, didn't you? He's in for quite a time, and none of it will be particularly enjoyable if he doesn't… want it." She smiles. "Why don't we bring in the first specimen? Guards, enter. The young Lord Fraldarius may need some assistance."
Even as aroused and addled as Felix looks, he still lets out a soft growl of defiance. Restrained as he is, however, it's all the fight he seems to have in him, the wobble of his knees giving away just how physically incapable he would be of fighting anything right now.
He's not sure whether he should be glad or not when it becomes obvious that Felix won't be expected to hold himself up. The shackles holding his hands behind his back are undone, but it's a temporary reprieve for Felix as a new contraption is brought out by another one of the guards. Laid across a small, padded table, his arms and thighs are fastened to the legs with ease. This time, Felix doesn't even fight, his legs forcibly spread at his knees.
Instead, he only moans.
"See how well-behaved your pet can be?" Cornelia asks, her smile lecherous as she runs a hand over Felix's bare ass. "I wonder if he'll be able to stop himself from coming while his prince watches him get fucked for the first time."
"F-fuck you," Felix grinds out, Cornelia letting out a soft laugh at his defiance.
"If only it didn't take drugging him to make him this compliant… but we'll get there, don't you worry." Turning to one of the guards standing at attention, her smile widens. "Bring out the first test for the pet, won't you?"
As if fully aware of what's about to happen, the tentacle around Dimitri's cock starts stroking him again, slow. Ashamed as he is of the fact, he knows it to be unnecessary. A part of him feels absolutely certain that he'd be hard even without the added stimulation.
Felix should hate him for this.
The thought dies almost as soon as it enters his mind, replaced by the sight before him as the door to the dungeon opens, a dog led inside on a leash. It's large, larger than most he's seen, but--
"You recognize the breed, don't you, Your Highness? Named after the royal family, no less. He's been… somewhat magically modified, as I'm sure you can tell, but he's a Blaiddyd Rex nonetheless."
Dimitri feels his blood run cold, almost as if on cue.
"No," he says, knowing fully well that it's a pointless plea. The tentacle around his cock tightens, making his cock twitch. "You cannot possibly mean to subject him to--"
Dimitri stills his tongue. He can't even bring himself to say it.
"It would be such a shame if he were to not be fucked by a Blaiddyd for the first time, don't you think? Mm, and this pup's been well-trained."
Going up behind Felix, she pulls out another vial, dripping some of the thick, viscous liquid onto his hole. "That should more than do the trick."
The reaction is almost instantaneous, the dog straining against its bonds in an effort to get to Felix, whining and growling when he isn't immediately freed. His frustration is almost palpable. Dimitri would feel for his plight, manipulated like this, if it wasn't for the throbbing, red erection between his legs, entirely unlike either of theirs. His claws tap on the ground, impossibly restless.
"What did you do, Cornelia?"
"Who, me? Oh, nothing. I'm just trying to make this a bit easier on poor, dear Felix here. Not that his body won't lubricate itself all on its own from that little concoction he was given earlier, but there's no harm in adding a bit more… especially not if it's been laced with a bit of heat scent to make him smell like a female dog, ready to be bred."
"What," Felix gasps, the fight in him suddenly restored at Cornelia's words. His resistance is weak, useless against the bonds holding him down, but he tries all the same, Dimitri unable to bring himself to look away.
He shouldn't be aroused. He shouldn't.
"D-don't you dare," Felix snaps, and the laugh that erupts out of Cornelia is cold and cruel, all of the fake warmth that seems to have inhabited her tone up until now suddenly evaporating. Even so, she looks utterly delighted.
"Look at you, fighting your bonds. You realize all you're doing is making yourself look even more appetizing to our dear pup here, don't you? What a good little bitch you are."
"F-fuck you--"
"Oh, I think the dog will do just fine doing exactly that." A beat, her smile widening. "Free him."
More than just the leash, the whole collar is taken off of the restless dog, and he sprints forward to mount Felix without question. His hole is still stretched enough from the golem inside him that it shouldn't be too hard to miss the mark, Dimitri fighting back a groan as he watches the dog finds purchase on Felix's hips, pistoning forward to stab his cock in the hopes of impaling Felix on his cock, fucking and breeding him.
"Do we need to help him find his mark, mm?"
Felix's body is still trying to squirm out of the way in the hopes of making it harder for the dog to find his hole, but Cornelia hardly lets that deter her. Coming up beside Felix, she meets Dimitri's gaze with a cruel smile.
"I think you want this to happen. Am I not right, Your Highness?"
Dimitri doesn't answer, just watches as she grabs the dog's cock and aims it where it belongs. From there, it's simple biology, the dog's desire to breed a viable mate urging him on to thrust forward, pushing into Felix's hole with ease.
"A-ah--"
Felix cries out at the unfamiliar invasion, but the sound is more aroused than anything else. There is more pleasure than pain in this, and Dimitri can tell just from looking at him, head thrown back as his cock twitches, dribbling precome onto the floor.
With her assistance no longer necessary, Cornelia draws back to watch the results of her handiwork play out before her. Felix keening with pleasure, the dog behind him pounding into him with a ferocity and a frenzy that should have hurt-- and likely would have, if he was any less turned on. As it is, his cock throbs and twitches with every thrust, Dimitri momentarily transfixed on the sight until--
"Do you see it yet, Your Highness?" Cornelia chuckles, patting Felix's ass. "Right there at the base of his cock."
His blood runs cold as the reality before him sinks in. The knot. No matter how much Felix is enjoying this, the dog's knot is positively massive, so much bigger than the rest of his cock.
"He's going to breed him. Plug him up and fill him with his pups… looking at you now, I almost daresay that you're jealous."
His cock throbs, suddenly desperate to come. He fights to suppress the feeling, but it's almost impossible as he watches the dog try to fight his knot into Felix with each and every thrust.
"We should help him, don't you think? Hold him down so he is sure to knot him?"
Dimiri lets out a growl, but it sounds weak even to his own ears. And when the dog finally thrusts hard enough to squeeze his knot inside of him, Cornelia fulfills her own promise, holding him down by his hips to make sure he stays buried.
It seems to be enough for Felix to suddenly come untouched, his cock spurting his release all over the cold stone floor beneath him. Around his own cock, Dimitri feels the tentacles shifting and stroking, his own release painfully close at the sight of Felix's orgasm.
"What a good pet you are," Cornelia chimes in, reaching up to run her hand into Felix's hair. "Showing off for your master just how ready you are to take cock, mm?"
"No," Felix says, but there is no weight behind the word, and Cornelia disregards him entirely as she reaches beneath where Felix and the dog are bound together.
"See the way his balls are still twitching? There seems to be no end to the amount of seed he's determined to push into him, to make sure he'll be good and bred."
For the first time, Dimitri's hips jerk up in response to her words, Cornelia's glee written all over her face as she laughs. "Would you look at that, Felix. His Highness is starting to see you as the cocksleeve you are. You should feel proud."
He'd feel ashamed if Felix was even remotely capable of speech right now, his mouth still hanging open as he breathes hard and fast, his own cock twitching in its arousal.
"If he doesn't come soon, you'll have to help him. That's the job of any good pet, you know. Make sure its master comes."
"Fuck," Felix gasps, his still-flaccid cock twitching despite itself. Whether it's from the feeling of the doggy cock inside of him or the thought of throating Dimitri's own, he can't be sure.
Above him, the dog barks happily.
"Yes, you bred your bitch so well. Even made her come… what a good boy you are." Moving to stand, she turns her attention to Dimitri. "Those two will be stuck like that for a while yet, but I do wonder what we should offer our pet next… there are just so many good options, I hardly know what to choose."
"A break," Dimitri says, fighting to get the words out. "Felix doesn't deserve this."
Cornelia chuckles, moving to crouch in front of Dimitri and touch his face in a show of faux-affection. "Oh, but he does. He's so dreadfully mouthy, you know… as your right hand, he needs to be shown how a good pet behaves. And you…" Her expression turns into one of mock pity. "You are simply far too soft to punish him. He doesn't deserve your kindness. So we need to teach you, too. Show you how… good it can feel to... punish a poorly-behaved pet." Reaching down, she wraps her hand around his cock, the tentacles temporarily giving way for her hand to have room to stroke him.
"Don't touch me," he gasps out, gritting his teeth.
"Mm." Taking her hand off of his cock, her touch is promptly replaced once more by one far more slick and slimy, Dimitri groaning. "You're starting to enjoy the touch of my pets, are you? That's good."
"Th-that's not it," Dimitri growls, but he's not kidding anyone, least of all himself.
"No? I suppose we'll see about that. But I daresay that I know now what we should subject the young Lord Fraldarius to next. Guards--" Turning to one, she gestures in a direction, the man disappearing without a word.
It would have been impossible to miss the strain of his erection against his pants, Cornelia chuckling as she seems to have caught sight of the same.
"It's so nice that they can enjoy themselves too, don't you think? Perhaps we'll make it dinner and a show."
The unpleasant thought that sparks is interrupted when Felix cries out, unexpectedly loud, a splash of doggy come hitting the ground as the knot pops free.
"Fuck--!"
He's left trembling, Felix's cock hard all over again.
"Missing a cock inside you already, mm?" Cornelia chuckles. "Don't worry, we'll fix that right away."
One of the guards-- the front of his trousers straining just as badly as the other guard's-- leads the dog back out of the dungeon proper while another checks the restraints around Felix's limbs.
And then, it hits him.
The thing that Felix is attached to is a breeding stand.
It brings back an unexpected memory from his childhood. This one is nicer than those he's seen before, but he remembers it having been one of Cornelia's favorite hobbies in her free time. Breeding dogs. Breeding them for specific purposes--
"Ah, here comes our next course already."
Dimitri feels his mouth go dry, suddenly grateful that Felix is facing the other way, unable to see the massive creature being led inside, its maw held shut by a carefully-placed restraint.
"Fascinating creatures, aren't they?" Cornelia muses. "Certainly the hardest of all mounts to tame, and so... proud. Only those with the strongest willpower and determination can hope to dominate such a creature. Everyone else... they would surely sniff out any hint of weakness and refuse to respect them."
Walking over to the wyvern, Cornelia smiles, petting its head. "I could easily tame this creature, but it would be so much better for it to be allowed to showcase its ferocity while feral, don't you think? Perhaps we'll put your dear pet to the test and see if he's worth respecting or not."
Dimitri swallows thickly, his throat tight. It's a farce, of course. But resisting Cornelia's ideas has not served him thus far. Even if--
"He's going to be split apart if you try to force that thing into him, Cornelia."
It's Dimitri's words that finally empower Felix to turn and look over his shoulder despite his body's exhaustion, his eyes going wide as he shakes his head. "No--"
"Oh, come now, so little faith in your pet? Please, I even put a muzzle on him to make sure the young Lord Fraldarius wouldn't get mauled in the process."
"No, no-- I can't," Felix babbles, still clearly mortified. He can't remember the last time he felt so powerless, unable to even step in and put his crest to good use to protect Felix. Cornelia knows him too well, knows how to suppress all of his abilities.
"Oh, all right," Cornelia says slowly, Dimitri forcing the relief threatening to rise in his chest back down. Whatever she has on offer, it won't make this any easier on Felix. "Since your pet is so utterly pathetically weak, I suppose I'll be… kind."
She turns to a small chest, pulling out another vial. Pouring some onto two fingers, she crouches down beside Felix, pressing them inside of first one hole, then the other. "This should help matters considerably."
As if on cue, the wyvern snorts, suddenly scratching desperately at the ground.
"What did you do?" he asks, dread overtaking his mind as Cornelia smiles, moving to stand. She doesn't even answer him as she turns to the guard. "Let him go."
The guard complies, the wyvern scrambling forward to reach Felix, his whole body flinching as the wyvern sniffs between his legs. The muzzle doesn't do much beyond keeping his maw from opening too far, the wyvern's tongue slipping past the restraint to lap at Felix's hole, momentarily dipping inside of it as Felix moans.
The wet assault doesn't let up for some time, not until Felix is all but drooling from the stimulation, his cock back to leaking a steady stream of precome onto the ground. Whatever Cornelia gave him, it's working.
"Too much," Felix gasps after some time, trying to squirm away from the tongue. "Stop--"
It's a mistake, the wyvern letting out a low growl as it fights to hold him down with one of his wings only to find it ineffective. For the first time since the tongue started assaulting him, Dimitri looks away from Felix to the wyvern, taking in the two massive cocks swinging beneath its undercarriage.
Following them with his gaze, Dimitri can only stare as the wyvern mounts him, Felix crying out as it starts thrusting, stabbing his thighs only for a few thrusts before finding its mark and burying one of his cocks inside of his cunt.
The scream that tears out of Felix is unbearably loud, his head thrown back as he-- pushes back and further onto the wyvern's cock.
What?
"Would you look at that," Cornelia croons. "He's already turning into such a good and obedient cockslut. Pretty soon just one of those won't be enough."
Dimitri's eyes go wide, frantically shaking his head as he realizes what Cornelia is suggesting. "No, no, he can't--"
"You're just underestimating him," she says, smile widening. "We should help him, don't you think?"
Felix starts resisting again, the tentacles holding Dimitri tightening around all of his limbs, speeding up the stroking of his cock simultaneously. Fuck. Fuck. He's so close. He doesn't want to come to this, not this--
"Hold him while I help our dear friend here," Cornelia says, instructing the guards to help restrain Felix further, one grabbing hold of the wyvern's muzzle as another holds him by the hips to keep him from thrusting back into him.
"Normally this one wouldn't be inserted, but… ah, I do think we should allow him that pleasure, don't you?"
Dimitri shake his head, frantic, but Cornelia hardly cares, guiding the second cock to enter him alongside the first.
It slides into his ass with almost astonishing ease, Felix crying out again only as the wyvern is released to thrust both of his cocks into him. "Fuck, fuck, fuck--"
"Isn't that better, dear? Having that cunt of yours plugged up properly?" Stroking Felix's ass as the wyvern continues plowing into him, bottoming out with each thrust, Cornelia smiles, cold and cruel. "This is what you deserve, isn't it?"
"Fuck!" he screams again, Dimitri watching as Felix comes a second time, spraying the floor in his come once more. His orgasm lasts for longer than Dimitri could have ever expected it to in light of the torturous fucking he's receiving, Felix starting to look near-delirious from pleasure and pain in equal amounts.
Above him, the wyvern twitches, its thrusts slowing with its own orgasm into Felix. It seems like a lot, judging by how long it continues for, but even so, none of the sperm leaks out. Instead, the belly bulge previously created by the wyvern's thrusts from one of his cocks, appears to be replaced by another as it pulls out.
Nothing follows or rushes out of him. Instead, his abdomen simply remains swollen, Felix groaning. Once more, his cock is hard all over again.
What on earth did Cornelia give him?
"Wondering why his seed isn't coming out?" Cornelia asks, Dimitri refusing to answer. It hardly matters; she keeps talking regardless, ever eager to hear her own voice. "Wyverns plug up their mates after orgasm with a mucus-like substance, just to make sure that all that cream stays inside of him to get him good and pregnant. Much like pigs and… boars." Reaching down under his body, she caresses his abdomen, slow. "And so no other mates can get in the way, it has aphrodisiac properties so that the mate will want to come back for more…" She chuckles darkly. "Wouldn't that be nice, seeing your pet heavy with your pups?"
Dimitri bares his teeth at her, his cock twitching and straining against the tentacle restraints, more than giving away his thought at the idea. Cornelia grins, lecherous, as the wyvern is led back out of the dungeon.
"Or maybe it's impossible for you now that he's already pregnant?"
His blood runs cold. It shouldn't be possible in the first place, but-- it's Cornelia.
"He got such a delightful cocktail of substances pumped into his body earlier. It would be such a shame if I had found a way to make Felix a viable mate for any creature. I daresay I should like nothing more than to watch the young lord birth the Blaiddyd Rex's puppies while you look on in horror."
"Cornelia," Dimitri says, throat tight. "This isn't a game. Felix is--"
"Yours?" She grins. "I do wonder about that." Turning to one of the guards, she gestures for him to leave. "Guard, do go fetch the others."
"The others, Lady Arnim?" he asks, Cornelia chuckling.
"You may have to restrain them; I do believe the toxin should have set in by now."
The man nods, Dimitri's eyes going wide. Toxin? Did she poison the castle guards? She couldn't have, could she?
Reaching her hand into Felix's hair, she draws his head up, his mouth opening of its own volition for Cornelia to pour another potion into before massaging his neck to encourage him to swallow. "There you go," she croons, her smile back to being artificially warm. "That's a good pet… we'd hate for you to stop yearning for cock, mm?"
Turning her attention to Dimitri, she smiles. "Haven't you wondered why you haven't come this whole time, Your Highness?"
Dimitri swallows. He has, of course he has. He's been so close, so aroused so many times by now, all of the times that he really shouldn't have been. But-- he never came.
"What did you do to me?"
"Oh, nothing so sinister as you seem to think me capable of, honestly. It's as if you think me some kind of monster. No, no, I just make sure that my little pet restraining you keeps a tight grip on the base of your cock, tighter anytime you look like you're about to come. I would hate for you to come too soon. After all, you're not the young lord here. But…" Running her fingers through Felix's hair, Cornelia tightens her grip, yanking up only for him to moan. "I do wonder if you wouldn't like to come in his mouth, mm?"
Dimitri's cock twitches. He's not sure if it's only because of what he's seen over the last two hours or what Cornelia has said or possibly dosed him with, but if Dimitri knows one thing, it's that he wants Felix in every possible way: mounted by him, riding him, sucking his cock. There is a burning need inside of his gut, his groin, his very heart, to take Felix for himself.
And Cornelia can see it on his face. Of course she can.
"Maybe I'll allow it, if you're good," she tells him, brightening at the sight of the guard's return. The men led inside look warped, twisted, shadows of their former selves. If he's honest with himself, they barely even look like people anymore.
"What did you do to them?" he asks, eyes wide as Cornelia looks them over.
"Made them… obedient and needy," she explains, clearly pleased with herself. "Shall we put that to the test?"
"They're--" Dimitri can hardly believe anything he's seeing or hearing. "They're people, Cornelia. You can't just experiment with them as you see fit!"
"Not being a good boy, I see." She tuts, running her hand over the cheek of one of the men. Former men. "Go on, boys, help yourselves to the young lord there. He no longer deserves your respect."
They descend upon Felix like vultures as soon as they're undressed, quickly setting about unshackling each of his limbs from the breeding stand, one of them lifting Felix onto his cock, impaling his ass with ease from having been stretched plenty already.
And Felix-- Felix moans, his head falling back as he shakes his head. "N-no--"
Another man comes up around the front to push into his cunt, the sounds leaving Felix turning into a chorus of desperate whimpers and moans, rocking back and forth on both of them even as the wyvern come finally starts trickling out around the man's cock. Even as his mind seems to fight it still, his body acts of its own volition, Dimitri's cock straining against the tentacles holding it back. More and more is his mind occupied with the thought that it should be him fucking into him like this.
Stepping up in front of him, another man grabs hold of Felix's hair, forcing his mouth open to shove his cock inside, starting to fuck his throat with the same ferocity as the others.
Now that he's looking around at the men still waiting their turn, Dimitri realizes just how many of them there are, one stepping up to grab Felix's hand and wrap it around his own dick, giving another of them the same idea.
Whatever Cornelia gave him, Felix looks almost overwhelmed by pleasure in that moment, bliss written all over his features as he throats a cock that should have been far too big for him.
Like his.
"See, Your Highness?" Cornelia says, far too close for his comfort. "This is how you're supposed to treat your pet. Keep them good and docile and needy, exactly as he should be. Obedient."
"He's only like this because you drugged him," he grinds out through gritted teeth, Cornelia chuckling.
"I wonder about that…" He doesn't particularly care for that tone, Cornelia's smile widening. "And what if I told you that that only served to keep him good and slick, making the sex not hurt quite as much?"
No.
Almost everything inside of him fights the notion that Felix could naturally have been like this from the start, the reasonable side of his brain reminding him of how instantly flushed he became after the first dose. Or was that the second? She did say she gave him an entire cocktail of things before this started, after all.
And yet, looking at Felix now, a part of him can't help but simultaneously hope and hate himself for the fact that Felix might have had this inside of him all along, Dimitri just neglecting to see it. That Felix might have wanted this, wanted him like this.
Before them, Dimitri watches as one of the men starts coming down his throat before pulling out and delivering the rest onto his face, the men whose cocks he'd been fisting joining the splatter as they come over his chest, arms, and hands.
"Well?" Cornelia asks, gesturing. "What am I watching for if you're not even going to make the pet come?"
The man inside of Felix's cunt growls, starting to fuck into him with a renewed ferocity, Dimitri suddenly remembering the plug the wyvern had left inside of him as three more men take the places of the others. Felix looks almost as exhausted as he does horny, though the latter still appears to outweigh the former by far, if only judging by the look on his face and the movement of his hips.
"If the wyvern and the rex didn't manage it, maybe one of them will, mm?"
It's perfectly timed, the man in his cunt coming suddenly, deep inside of him only for Felix to follow. As though the very presence of the come itself was enough to send him over the edge. Dimitri starts fighting his restraints again, to no avail, his cock dribbling a seemingly endless stream of precome. The thought of Felix pregnant at all--
Cornelia laughs. "Does that bother you? Would you prefer it to be a wyvern to impregnate your pet, then? Or a dog? One of these men could certainly do the job nicely."
Another man lines himself up to thrust into his cunt to replace the last, Dimitri recognizing him as one of the ones whose cock Felix had been fisting.
Oh, goddess. How many cocks is he going to have to take before he can rest?
Not that Felix looks like he has any interest in resting, eagerly following the men's urging to suck on one cock he's stroking before going to the other side to repeat the process. And he's hard again already.
"See what a good cockslut he is? I didn't even have to tell him to do any of this. He just knew exactly what to do."
The cock in his ass finishes, Cornelia frowning. "No, no, that won't do at all. I insist you all finish in his cunt, just to make sure one will stick. I'd hate for the young lord to make it out of this learning experience unscathed, mm?"
Dimitri's struggles renew to the extent that he almost comes free from one of the tentacles, the look of utter glee crossing Cornelia's features stilling his movements as he growls.
"Oh, but now I absolutely must insist, boys. His Highness would prefer his pet to be bred by him. Go on, then."
The arrangement changes in an instant, though not by much, Felix set back onto all fours, atop the cock still inside of him. Behind him, the man in his ass keeps thrusting, grunting as he feels himself near his own finish. "Move," he tells the man inside of Felix's cunt, and the man promptly complies, freeing Felix's pussy so the other might pump his come into him.
As soon as he finishes, the cock is replaced, keeping Felix good and plugged up.
"By the time they're done with him, he'll look good as pregnant already," Cornelia all but purrs into Dimitri's ear, his cock twitching as he squirms.
"Whatever you're trying to do, it's not working," he says, but they both know that's a lie.
Cornelia chuckles, snapping her fingers. "Why don't we give His Highness a treat? Let the pet remain on all fours for a second; you can all wait your turn."
The men pull away, lining up for a chance to fuck Felix's pussy from behind. Like this, with Felix facing him, the intended effect is more than realized to Cornelia's specifications. He really does look like he's loving every second of this, his own cock bouncing beneath him with each and every thrust into him.
"Gorgeous like this, isn't he?"
In a second, the tentacles recede from around his cock, Dimitri blinking as his cock throbs, suddenly exposed to the open air. "What?"
"Well, go on, young lord. Throat your master's cock like a good pet."
"But I thought--"
Felix complies without question even while getting fucked from behind, wrapping his lips around Dimitri's cock only to sink down as far as he can manage, which isn't far.
And then he pushes further, Felix taking him into his throat with a groan, Dimitri's head falling back as his hips arch up. "G-goddess--"
Cornelia had been the one to tell him that she wouldn't reward him this way unless he was good, but he's been anything but, resisting and fighting this assault on Felix every step of the way. And yet, here he is, Felix obediently bobbing up and down his length as one man after another takes his place, each one fucking his pussy only to desposit their sperm.
He really is starting to look pregnant with all of it.
"A-ah," he says, mouth dry as his hips arch up into Felix's mouth, begging for yet more. As though Felix hasn't already given enough. "Close--"
A tendril slithers its way up over his thigh and back around the base of his cock to squeeze, Dimitri's eyes widening. "No--"
"I said you'd get to come in his mouth if you were a good boy. But you've been quite bad, haven't you? And now you and your pet both will get to pay the price."
Fisting her fingers into his hair, she yanks Felix back up off of Dimitri's cock, Felix letting out a growl of protest. As though he wanted that to continue.
Would he protest being removed from anyone else?
Behind him, another man deposits his come inside of him before Cornelia snaps her fingers and orders them to stand down, escorted back out by a very sexually frustrated-looking guard. But even on them, she seems to take pity. "Come, empty your balls into the cockslut while the young prince watches. We don't want him to know whose bastards those are going to be, after all. And then fetch the machine when you're done."
The machine.
Dimitri watches as uniformed royal guards, men he once entrusted his life to, unzip their trousers and fish out their cocks, desperately hard as they shove inside of Felix and fuck him, utterly delighted to be penetrating him, penetrating the duke's son. As if they truly have no sense of shame.
His own cock throbs, traitorous.
Beside him, Cornelia chuckles. "What do you think, should we dose him again?" Dimitri shakes his head, but he knows it doesn't matter, Cornelia not even sparing him a second glance. "He still seems to be enjoying himself so much… I wonder if it would completely break his mind if we did."
"Please," Felix rasps out as the second guard to take his turn dumps his load deep inside of him. "N-no more--"
It was the wrong thing for Felix to say.
Dimitri watches in frozen horror as Cornelia's grin widens, moving to stand from where she'd been watching the show beside Dimitri. "Don't pull out just yet, dear," she remarks to the guard, heading over to her chest of assorted vials and items. Pulling out a vial and two plugs, she comes up beside Felix to press the first into his ass before immediately inserting the second into his pussy as the guard withdraws.
"What a bad boy you are," Cornelia croons, spanking his ass only for Felix to moan. "This isn't how a good cocksleeve behaves. Are you trying to tell me that you're tired already? How weak."
Felix looks like he's about to pass out when she tugs his head up by his hair once more, uncorking the vial to pour it down his throat. "Bad boys have to be reformed. Don't they, Your Highness?"
Dimitri squirms, not wanting to answer as he watches Felix swallow down the liquid without a second thought. Why, Felix? Has she truly robbed you of your faculties so completely that you won't even fight back anymore?
Felix doesn't respond to his thoughts, just moans louder when Cornelia spanks him again. Dimitri watches as he presses his ass back as if trying to push the plugs deeper only to realize that he can't fuck himself on them and whining desperately. "Please, please--"
Cornelia cocks her head, looking at him in faux pity. "Please what? Please stop? That's what you said earlier, wasn't it?"
"No, ah--" He shakes his head, eyes glazed over from arousal. "Please fuck me, please--"
She couldn't have asked for better timing, really, the next beast brought in on a leash as Dimitri lets out a sharp exhale in abject horror. "I-- no, Cornelia, you-- you can't."
"Oh? Can't I?" She looks far too pleased with herself for her own good, Dimitri momentarily picturing himself crushing her skull. "I do believe I can. And have thus far. Besides," she continues, opening the door for the creature-- an altered demonic beast-- to be led through by the two thoroughly sated guards, "it's smaller than they usually are, even with the crest stone inserted."
Felix doesn't fight, just rocks his hips back in the hopes of fucking something only to find nothing there. A whine leaves him, feverish and desperate.
"This used to be a knight of Faerghus, can you imagine that? He used to be so power-hungry… and now he's finally being rewarded for that hunger, wouldn't you say?"
"Against his will, I imagine," Dimitri grinds out, Cornelia chuckling.
"He wouldn't have known what to do with the power he wanted to wield politically, so I allowed him… power in a different way. He may have not known what he was getting into, but I think you'll find that he's a wonderful specimen of their breed. Even if he's lost his consciousness entirely... I do control him, which does serve me quite well, especially seeing as your pet wishes so badly to get bred."
As if in response, Felix moans again, wanton. Despite the fact that his eyes seem half-glazed over and barely there, he looks up to meet Dimitri's gaze. "Please," he says somewhat weakly, Dimitri's heart aching at the thought that he might have been talking to him.
Even if Cornelia doesn't seem to think so, a delighted grin coming over her own features.
"Don't worry, dear, he'll take good care of you."
The guards lock Felix back into the breeding stand with ease, Felix only fighting them minutely before the stand is raised to accommodate the beast, his toes barely touching the ground still with his legs spread as wide as they are. Looking at him from the side now, it's clear as day just how wet he is, his thighs and ass covered in his own slick before Cornelia comes up behind him and removes the plugs from his ass and his pussy.
A seeming torrent of come pours out of him as Felix whines, evidently at how empty he feels, hips jerking as he fights to jut his ass up, just begging to be bred.
"If you'd been good, it could have been you stuffing him full of your cock," Cornelia says sweetly, smiling as she cocks her head at Dimitri. "What a pity."
Turning her attention aside, she gestures to the guards, both of whom look to be painfully hard all over again. Dimitri wishes he could blame them. "Release it," she says, watching as the monster is unshackled.
"Go on," she mutters under her breath, her own gaze suddenly hungry as the creature starts lumbering toward Felix, each step seeming to make the floor of the dungeon shake somewhat. "Fuck him good. Breed him. Make him your mate; I know it's what you want to do."
It's impossible to tell if any of that is true with the mask still covering the monster's face, Dimitri fighting his bonds anew-- pointlessly, uselessly-- as the creature mounts Felix with ease. Its body more than covers Felix's, dwarfing it really.
Felix is going to be split in half, Dimitri groaning as his cock twitches.
It's only then that he spots it, his eyes going wide as he watches an already hard cock emerge from the creature's body.
"Ah, you see it now, don't you?" Cornelia says, clearly pleased with herself. "He's always erect, just needs that glans to swell a bit."
It's not the only thing he sees, Dimitri shaking his head. There are spikes lining his cock as he aligns himself at Felix's entrance, Felix all but pushing himself back onto the cock as he pants.
"P-please--"
This time a scream does tear out of him when the cock pushes into Felix, half-pleasure, half-pain, eyes wide as his belly bulges with the size of it. It doesn't even all fit inside, but that hardly seems to matter when each thrust comes with thousands of needles scraping his insides--
"It's to stimulate ovulation," Cornelia explains, as if reading the horror on his features for precisely what it is. "And to make the copulation last longer, of course. Not to mention that it would make it far harder for the young lord to get away, don't you think? If he could, of course."
Felix certainly can't, just taking each and every thrust stretching him well beyond his limits as his eyes roll back and he pushes back against and onto the cock inside of him, willing the creature deeper.
"Felix," Dimitri hears himself say, his voice weak as he stares, cock throbbing and desperate to come. The tentacles are more than doing their job forcing him to hold back, which is almost a good thing. As much as he feels like he's going mad, he doesn't want Felix to see him coming himself just from watching this.
Even so, when Felix turns to look at him, the rare moment of clarity in his eyes is more than enough to shame him for his arousal all the same.
He looks tired, worn, and yet-- like a part of him really is enjoying this, just as much as Dimitri is.
Above him, the creature growls, its thrusts into Felix speeding up. Each and every one of them seems to be making his abdomen swell beyond the point it already had been, a keen reminder of just how full of come and cock Felix already is, how likely it is that he could be pregnant now.
"D-Dimitri--" Felix gasps, still watching him as the beast pounds into him like the cocksleeve Cornelia seems to have turned him into. Goddess above, he has so many questions for Felix, none of them ones he could ask him here, now, with Cornelia watching and listening in. So he simply grimaces, groaning as his hips jerk up into the tentacles' grasp.
Pathetic. He should be disgusted with himself for this, truly, getting off on his best friend's pain.
Felix would hate it if he could hear that thought, Dimitri still thinking of him as his best friend. He pushes the pain of that sentiment aside, swallowing hard as he looks askance, catching sight of the guards stroking their cocks all over again.
"I really must insist that you watch, Your Highness," Cornelia says with a slight hum as Felix looks about ready to pass out. If he's honest, he wouldn't be surprised if he did.
"Watch," she says, her smile wide. "He's about to come and push all that cream into your dear, darling pet."
Sure enough, Dimitri watches the monster above him stiffen, the amount of come pouring into Felix enough to not only make his abdomen distend a bit further, but for it to squeeze out around his cock and dribble onto the platform beneath Felix.
And Felix's jaw drops, his own cock spurting come as his eyes roll back once more, his body rocking back in an effort to take in more of the cock before he goes slack.
"Cornelia--"
"The young lord seems to have finally lost consciousness. How sad for him. Perhaps we'll take this opportunity to allow my men to empty their balls into him again. He's been such an excellent cocksleeve for them already, and I'd hate for them to become unmotivated after such a long, arduous workday."
If it's at all possible, the guards leading the demonic beast back out look almost harder at her words, Cornelia chuckling. "Do bring in the mindless, feral ones first, it would be such a shame if they became restless without something to fuck."
Dimitri is kept awake for all of it, just watching as Felix's body is used over and over again. If there's one thing that can be said, it's that Cornelia's men-- beasts, one and all, really-- are truly obedient. The way she keeps saying Felix needs to be. Each one lines up to kneel down behind him, pressing their cocks into him and thrusting to the finish, even if she does allow some of them to edge themselves to keep it going for longer.
The last man dumps his load into Felix when Cornelia instructs them to place him back onto the golem where he'd been when Dimitri awoke. Only then does she seem to allow Dimitri to sleep, tipping a substance down his throat that would have made it impossible to stay awake regardless.
His dreams prove intense, Felix riding his cock, throating his cock, getting impaled by his cock through all of them, and Dimitri awakens in a cold sweat, his cock harder than he thinks it's ever been. The tentacles have been doing their job to keep him stimulated throughout his sleep, that's for sure.
He's not even sure how long it's been, Felix's head still lolling down on his chest even while his body tries to fuck itself on the golem cock when Cornelia unlocks the door into the dungeon, followed by her guards.
"You've had so much rest now," she says, smile malevolent at best as she gestures to both of them. "This… laziness is just unthinkable."
"Laziness," Dimitri says, laughing ruefully. "You cannot be serious."
The smile he gets in response is one that should scare him, he knows, but Felix has been put through so much already. What else could she possibly still do to him?
"You know," she starts, pacing around the room a bit. "One of my pets has gone without come this entire time. It's just been good and dutiful as it should always be. As is expected of it. It could have taken any amount of come, but it knew it wasn't allowed. I do daresay that it's time it gets a bit of a reward, don't you?"
Dimitri doesn't have time to respond. Beneath him, the writhing mass of black tentacles seems to grow beyond what should be possible. Even as the bonds holding him stay fast and true, refusing to let him and his restraints holding him go even slightly, a number of the tendrils make their way over to Felix, finding his wrists and ankles and lifting him off of the golem cock he'd been trying to fuck himself on in his sleep.
"Hasn't he been tortured more than enough?" Dimitri says, horror dawning on him as one of the tentacles quickly plugs up his come-filled hole before starting to fuck into him, impossibly thick, another pressing into his ass. "This is excessive, Cornelia. Even-- even for you."
She laughs. "Even for me? Goodness gracious, you make it sound like I'm some sort of monster. I'm just trying to feed my pet, dear. It deserves a reward, too."
He knows talking back is pointless, and yet it feels almost impossible to watch as Felix is further restrained mid-air, one of the tentacles wrapping around his cock to stroke.
It's only when one of them pushes into his mouth to throat-fuck him that Felix seems to finally wake, eyes wide as he takes the brutal fucking in every hole.
"I really should have them start stimulating those tiny little breasts of yours, or you'll never start producing milk for your young."
As if responding to her words, one of the slithering tendrils wraps around the small bump still present at his abdomen, another two shifting higher to wrap around his nipples.
Around the tentacle-cock in his throat, Felix moans.
"See, Your Highness? We take such good care of our cocksleeves here. My pet was even kind enough to feed the young lord an aphrodisiac to make all this easier on him. Normally, a teaspoon would be enough for any grown man, but ah, he simply couldn't possibly have been asked to hold back with such a fine specimen. Perhaps my pet will be lucky enough to breed the young lord?"
In time with her words, the thick tentacle in his cunt starts fucking him faster, harder, suddenly pushing far deeper than it should have been able to, Felix's eyes going wide as he suddenly comes.
Except that-- the spray never hits him. It barely even has time to appear before a suction cup attaches to the head of his cock to swallow all of it, Felix's hips bucking forward and up as best as he can to meet the feeling and demand more of it.
"While I'm sure that the young lord is already pregnant, why don't we allow him to carry my pet's children, too? It shouldn't take terribly long for him to birth them, and it would be such a wonderful preview for the main course when he eventually gives birth to whatever demon spawn he very well may have had bred into him like the good little breeding bitch we've made him into."
It's not a hypothetical. Already, Dimitri can see the outline of small eggs making their way through the tentacle inside his cunt. It's not hard to figure out where it's been deposited, and certainly not judging by the look on Felix's face, moaning around the throat-fucking he's receiving.
By the time two dozen eggs have been pushed into his womb, Felix has come three more times, already looking well into his second trimester from the way his abdomen has swollen.
Another tentacle pushes inside of him then, Felix moaning all over again as he comes at the intrusion.
"There, my sweet pet, that's better, isn't it? Go on then, let's lower him slightly and spread him open so His Highness can watch this happen."
It would have been impossible to look away, the tentacle leaving Felix's mouth seemingly only to allow him to moan as each and every egg passes through his cervix and into the world, now fertilized.
"They just needed a warm place to be fertilized, and I don't believe the young lord here is broken just yet. It would be just dreadful if we were to do all this teaching him only for me to hand you a pet that hasn't yet been housebroken."
Dimitri has to resist the urge to kick and thrash in his bonds again, his gaze fixed instead on Felix's pussy, held open by a number of tentacles as egg after egg is pushed out by him. His breasts have even started leaking, seemingly stimulated from the intrusion of his womb, the tentacles eagerly suctioning up that, too.
Felix looks like he's in a state of pure ecstasy.
It doesn't take him long to birth all of them, his abdomen back to flat as all the come inside of him had been pushed out, bit by bit, with every birth. Dimitri is almost disappointed to see him without the bulge, the thought disgusting him as Felix whines at being so empty and unfilled. Depositing him on the ground once more, the creature recedes, evidently sated.
"Mm, shall we allow the young lord to get fucked again? I do wonder if you'd be so merciful or if you'd deny him after all he's done for you already."
Dimitri's stomach drops. That's right. Felix is doing this for him. To protect him. Almost in an instant, he feels violently ill, the pleading in Felix's eyes not helping matters much. He swallows, thickly. "Felix, be honest. Do you-- do you want… that… to happen again?"
If the whine that followed hadn't spoken for itself, his words certainly do as Felix opens his mouth, desperately nodding. "P-please, I need it--"
Exhaling his shame, Dimitri closes his eyes before nodding, however reluctantly, at Cornelia. "Just-- please, please go easy on him."
"Mm." Cornelia's smile seems to mock him as she taps her chin. "I suppose I could do that… if you're good."
Dimitri swallows. Steels himself. Lifts his chin. "Fine," he says, fighting to remind himself that Felix did this for him. That he deserves to be listened to just this once.
Cornelia leers. "I have one last lesson that I do believe the young lord will rather enjoy," she says, leisurely pacing back and forth. "Do go ahead and fetch his lesson, would you?"
One of the guards leaves only to return shortly after, as though this… lesson had only been in one of the neighboring cells.
Dimitri feels his mouth go dry at the sight.
Oh, goddess.
More than threatening to split him in half or tire him out, this is meant to humiliate Felix in every possible way, and all of them in the room know it.
And yet, Felix seems to have none of his reticence, simply rolling over to get onto all fours and present himself to the rather large wild boar scraping one of its hooves against the ground in obvious frustration.
"Wild boars are so... good at reproduction," Cornelia starts, evidently eager to lecture. "They breed frequently and have large litters. A good sow in heat will present with a rather pink vulva and..." She rounds Felix, as if to look at his cunt and inspect it. Like he's a farm animal. And in a way, he supposes that that's what Felix has rather been reduced to here. "Dear me, I do believe your pet bitch qualifies by now. So nice and pink-- raw, really, after all that fucking. And yet… still so, so wet for cock. But then, a good sow in heat is the least this boar deserves, he's fought so many for the rights to breed her, certainly the largest and strongest of them, and... the biggest balls, ready to put as many darling little piglets into your bitch here. After all, a good sow might go into heat once a week, at least."
Dimitri bites his tongue. The last thing he wants is to make things worse for Felix by acting out in his name-- especially when he's all but begging to be fucked right now.
And by a wild boar, no less.
"Go on, I do believe he deserves to mount her," she says, Dimitri watching as the restraints are taking off the boar, Felix watching over his shoulder as it comes to mount him, easily burying its cock to thrust.
And Felix moans, crying out in relief as he lets his head fall back. "Yes, yes, fuck, Dimitri--"
Dimitri?
His eyes widen. Is that what this is? Cornelia's mind games working on him, a wild boar suddenly a good stand-in for him? Her smile is as wide as it is cruel, and Dimitri fights his jealousy, suddenly struggling against his bonds again. "S-stop--"
"I thought you were going to be good," Cornelia says just as Felix comes all over the floor again, whimpering his release as the boar keeps thrusting atop him. "No? That's a pity. And here I was going to keep the boar from knotting into him for the next half hour after he comes."
Dimitri squirms, the tentacles only drawing tighter around him, stroking his cock all over again. Fuck. Why does he have to be so damn hard, so utterly and helplessly turned on by this sight?
The boar fills Felix with his come, the litany of noises, of moans and whimpers leaving Felix, turning into a chorus of even louder cries, evidently delighted to have been knotted. He pants his relief, his cock spurting more come onto the ground, not a single drop of the boar's seed escaping.
Goddess above.
"Dimitri," Felix moans, leaving him unable to wonder just how well Cornelia has managed to break his mind. "B-breed me, fill me with your pups, please--"
Dimitri lets out a cry, his cock twitching with every word as he strains, fighting to activate his suppressed crest. No luck. "Let me-- let me at him--"
Cornelia laughs, loud and sharp. "Oh? You want to breed him yourself? Push out all the competition, mm? I'm afraid you'll have to wait a little while. He's going to be stuck to that boar for some time yet, but… ah, I may have an idea."
Walking over to her trunk, Cornelia returns with a syringe. "This will only hurt for a second."
His eyes widen. "What-- no!"
"Oh? And here I thought you wanted to get a chance to breed your bitch."
Was Cornelia planning this all along?
Does he even care if she has been? He growls, taking in the sight of Felix, flushed and ready to be bred. Wanting to be bred, even. By him.
"I do, so just-- do it, whatever you need to do."
She hadn't been lying, he barely even feels the sting of the needle before it's gone again, Cornelia letting out a soft, pleased noise as she regards him. "You are so much better when you're compliant, you know? It was about time, Your Highness."
"What did you give me?” It’s not as though he’ll be able to get it back out even if she told him now.
"Let's call it... a surprise for when your pet is released from this coupling. After all, the boar should get a fair chance at breeding him too, shouldn't he?"
Another growl leaves him. Waiting. He can hardly say that he's feeling particularly patient right now.
Not that he has a choice, watching as another creature-- a competitor-- gets his chance first. Now that he'll have the chance to fill him, all of the other creatures incite a new sense of anger in him, his need to claim Felix trumping most everything.
And after being edged for hours and hours, he's so, so desperate to finally come.
The boar finally detaches from Felix for the guards to lead out, the slow trickle of his come onto the ground with the release of the mucus plug almost certain to make Dimitri mad right now, fighting against his restraints all over again.
"Heavens, would you be patient? Goodness, you're worse than your pet. Worse than any of my pets, really. I still need to prepare your bitch for you first." Tutting, she walks back over to grab the syringe again, pressing it into Felix's arm. "There, that should do the job all too well." She smiles, the tentacles suddenly giving way as Dimitri feels blood rushing back into his arms and legs, into his cock above all else, a knot forming already as his limbs tingle from coming back to life, bit by bit.
Scrambling to try and get to Felix, Dimitri collapses at first, his legs and arms stiff from days of disuse to the point that he's forced to crawl over to Felix on all fours like an animal to mount him from behind.
Then again, maybe he is. Maybe that is what he was all along, just confirming both what Cornelia and Felix had thought long before now.
It doesn't matter. It's not as if he cares anymore.
"Mine," he growls, thrusting into Felix in one fell swoop alongside the word, burying himself deep enough inside him to make Felix cry out.
"Yes, yes, Dimitri--"
"Mine," he growls again, louder this time as his knot thrusts into and out of him with each and every thrust until Felix is reduced to nothing but noises, helpless and desperate.
To being bred.
"Gonna fill you with my pups, Felix," he pants, holding him close as he keeps thrusting. "Mine, not-- not anyone or anything else's."
"Yours," Felix agrees, clarity seeming to return to his voice and his gaze for just a moment as he looks back over his shoulder at him. "Take what's yours, boar."
"Yes," Dimitri says, and pushes his knot inside of him one last time, filling him and filling him with his seed to the point of bursting as Felix comes with a cry. "I'll do it again after this, I know you can take it. And then again, and again, until there isn't even a chance that you're pregnant with anyone else's pups."
"Mm," Felix agrees, still coming as his upper body half-collapses, held up only by Dimitri's hold on him, unwilling to let go even for a second. "You better fucking breed me, boar. I waited long enough."
Dimitri growls his possessiveness, half-hoping that his rivals are still near enough to hear him stake his claim. "If it's not mine," he says, looking up at Cornelia, "I'll take everything you hold dear."
"Oh, darling," Cornelia says, laughing liltingly as she crouches down in front of him, running her fingernail under his chin. "There is very little I hold dear. But… all the same, much as I would love to tease you with the prospect of a rival to your pet's womb, I'm afraid it was yours from the start."
Dimitri freezes, realization slowly gripping him. The tentacles, their food, how long he'd spent here before-- "What?"
"Please, is there anything better to make sure the citizenry loses faith in you, destabilizing your already shaky rule than the birth of a bastard? I had Felix impregnated by your seed long before I even strapped him to the breeding bench. What a shame you can’t remember. But, ah. It is so lovely to see you so utterly rabid."
His eyes move to the now-empty syringe, Dimitri's cock still spurting come into Felix even as he trembles beneath him.
"And now," Cornelia continues, following his gaze with a smile, "you might get to have multiples, who knows. What a proud papa I'm sure you'll be to your entire flock of bastard pups. I could not be happier for you two."
Clearing her throat, she moves to stand, smiling ever wider. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a country to rule in your place."
Behind them, the door to the dungeon shuts with a resounding clang of the iron bars, the latch clicking into place before a key is heard locking the door. Dimitri groans.
He should care. He should.
And yet, buried deep inside Felix with the knowledge that he was pregnant with his pups all along, there's little more he can think of beyond his desire to breed Felix again.
And again.
"Mine," he growls, thrusting just hard enough into him to draw a moan out of Felix again.
"Yours," he agrees, and something primal inside of Dimitri sings.