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The curved and primly cut arches stretched from one end of the hall to the other, casting its shadows on all matter that resided in between, fighting alone against the pouring of moonlight.
Perfectly spaced rows of chairs aligned to form an audience of seats that awaited their guests, as if it were a glorious show performed to highlight the spectacle that lay in the centre.
The jingling of dangling chains.
The pants for air that spread its waves throughout the silent expanse of a building.
How ironic, that the one watched over by the gods, was being chained up in a church.
…Cold.
He could barely muster the strength to breathe, leaving even less to be on guard. Thoughts and all were lost to him, as he hung helplessly from the chains that shackled him, restrained and bloodied.
Bloodied.
Rudger had nearly forgotten that his nerves were crying in anguish, mind too blank and body too weak to take notice of the various bruises and cuts littered across his abdomen, reaching down his legs, as if it had been a sculptor’s intention.
Not to mention his internal bodily functions.
Though the gods may preserve his life, they unfortunately chose not to save his sanity, and thus he was subjected to the effects of plethoras of poisons- from acids strong enough to melt a crpytid, to those that tore his organs to shreds.
Of course, they all regenerated the same.
Yet, his mind didn’t.
One would expect him to be in agony, but he was far too exhausted to even take notice.
Agony would be considered the second stage, and involuntary acceptance would form the finale.
In which, his co-star had now decided to make his appearance, the echoing of footsteps swiftly replacing the ringing in his ears.
Sluggishly, he glanced up, the figure of a certain man- or should he say demon- entering his vision.
With such hair as dark as charcoal, it was no surprise that the mischievous gleam in those amber eyes would be a complimentary flame; a result of an abundance in fuel, only to ignite a gaze that burned with desire.
Unnoticing of the time that had passed as he stared mindlessly, the man now stood before him, a tray clearly in hand.
And his gentle, inviting voice slipped it’s way into his mind, with intentions worse than treacherous, yet delicately wrapped in a sweet disguise.
“I’ve brought dinner, dessert included~” He hummed, a sense of glee drifting through the air- quite the contrast to his companion, who was beaten and bruised, much like his surroundings.
With what energy remained, he tried his best to respond.
“..’s that so?...” His captor knelt down, and stared with surprise.
“You can speak now? My, then you may not need this for tonight after all!”
“Wait…!”
By the time the word left his crumbling lips, he had already taken the cup of water and poured it onto the now soaked stone, tinged a few shades darker.
“Hmm? Oh, don’t worry, dessert is a drink. But for the time being, you’ll have to eat- I think you’ll need it for what I’ve prepared.”
And though the gleam of masked objectives was certainly visible from his golden eyes, all that Rudger could focus on was the food that lay before him. He swallowed the saliva that began to form at the mere sight of it, a necessity he had been deprived of for the past few days.
Before he could process any of it, however, a coarse piece of bread was shoved into his mouth. At the sudden action, he began to cough, somewhat choked by the abrupt movement.
The supporting hand released the loaf, leaving it to hang by the teeth of Rudger before falling to the ground, where he followed, desperate for even the bare crumbs.
“You’re certainly eating like a dog. Have I been starving you?” He posed a question with false concern, grinning at the man who was now more akin to a chained canine.
To him, either was fine. Of course, the second was preferable, but it would require a gradual routine of training.
In only a few minutes, he had finished the small loaf, crumbs and all.
“Now, what do you say after you receive a meal?~” Again, with the cheery tone… He had regained some sense of logic, evident in the hint of disgust as Zero Order cupped his cheek, wiping away a crumb with his fingers. It was far too intimate of an action for a captor and the captive.
“Hey, heeey! Where’s your focus? I’m right in front of you.” He pouted, forcing Rudger to face him with a tug on his hair.
“Now, what do you say?” Zero Order prompted.
“...”
“It’d be much easier if you complied.” His face sunk, turning stoic and cold as he yanked the chains that bound his neck forward, a thumb on his chin as he forced Rudger’s mouth open.
“Well, it’s not like it matters. You’ll eventually have no choice, after all.” His tone was even, nearly calming- yet his jagged stare and piercing smirk showed no such intentions of serenity.
Suddenly, the serious face dropped, and his playful persona returned.
“Even though you don’t deserve it, here’s your dessert!” From his pockets, he drew a small glass capsule, the lid bouncing with a pop as he flicked it off. He poured the contents of it down Rudger’s throat, showing no resistance like the countless previous occurences. What kind of poison will it be this time…
“I’ll be back later to reap my rewards~”
Following the silent echoes of his footsteps was the slam of a distant door, only to leave a lone Rudger to deal with the unknown effects.
The mystifyingly sweet taste still remained on the tip of his tongue, as he continued to observe his body for any changes. Perhaps my organs will melt? Will I go into cardiac arrest again? Or will my skin break into unitchable hives? He sat still, idly awaiting for it to process.
However, as the minutes passed, no pain emerged, nor any other sense that may indicate the consumption of poison.
If anything, he had begun to feel warmer, which was rather pleasant considering the cold wind that fought its way through crumbled openings within the walls of the abandoned church.
It’s almost too warm.
A few minutes turned into ten.
Having concluded that it was either slow, or simply a placebo, Rudger began to move his arm to-
“Ah…”
The lone sound seemed to repeat itself within the hall.
…What the hell was that?
He could feel his ears and now face flushing at the embarrassing sound, but had no sense to focus on it. Since when were my clothes so restrictive? Why…
Every atom of his body tingled, as if suddenly awakening at the command to move. Especially those in contact with something- whether it be the tattered clothing he now wore, or the chains that bound him. Did it heighten my senses? From breathing to simply moving his eyes, each cell reported back the movement with utmost clarity, and the warmth, or should he say heat, was no longer simply a pleasant comfort in the midst of a barren land, but now a growing fire that begged to escape his chest (and a feeling he had long since abandoned began to resurface, one he had lost to even those days before he arrived to this accursed world).
Rudger attempted, again, to reach out but-
“Keu..!”
Only by a cord, did he manage to restrain his voice.
The friction of the fabric.
The slide of his legs against the stone floor.
The dangling chains that weighed on his limbs.
…No. It can’t be-
“I’m back!”
And the timing couldn’t have been any worse, as he had a horrifying realization. The door slammed open once again, and the last person- or demon- he wished to see made his appearance. But before Rudger could question it, he answered his questions for himself.
“...What have you done to me?” With what energy he had regained, he questioned, as Zero Order only looked at him with glee and intrigue, the outline of his shadow gradually growing.
“Oh my, I knew that it was fast, but I didn’t know it was this fast.” He stopped before him, bending a knee to look Rudger directly in the eye as he lightly grabbed his chin once more. The chained man simply swallowed any abnormal sound or reaction his body may have, but the slight hitch in his breath did not escape the ears of the creature before him.
“Don’t try and be quiet now, I already heard you earlier. Us apostles have pretty good hearing after all.”
“Bastard.” Rudger spat in exasperated disgust, lurching back in distaste, and yet for some reason, his body was more disdained by the loss of touch.
“Embarrassed, are we? Although, you should have a good amount of experience on how to deal with humiliation, if your days as Heathcliff were anything to go by.” The words left his mouth with a hint of amusement, as he occupied his hands with the dark strands of aegean hair that dangled idly.
“Tch, and what would you know anyways...”
“What, it’s not like it’s your first time experiencing an aphrodisiac, right?”
Rudger replied with silence.
“Oh.”
His golden eyes seemed to widen in surprise.
It lasted for only a few seconds, until he broke out into a cackle.
“Pwahaha!”
“...”
The being laughed to himself for a while longer, before wiping his tears, still holding back slight chuckles at the daggers his hostage glared directly at him.
“Honestly, oh my- to think, that even the horrendous Bretus Kingdom, had enough morals to not lay their hands on the illegitimate prince- after everything they’ve done, it wouldn’t be the worst of sins that bloodied their hands.” Zero Order then returned his attention to the man before him.
“Well then, you at least can’t be a virgin with that face of yours. Must’ve been quite the charmer amongst the ladies and the men.”
“I don’t see why we’re discussing my sexual relations.” In the meanwhile, Rudger was doing his best to choke back all the pent up heat that had begun to form with every fold of his clothing, and the odd feeling that remained on his chin.
“Hmm, is that so? Then, allow me to show you.”
His shadow stretched to cover the other, the raven haired man shrugging off his robe. With his mouth, he tore off his gloves, pale skin glistening in the moonlight. Again, his hand reached out, and Rudger could do nothing to avoid it, with his back already against the wall.
Slowly, with a singular finger, he traced the intricate veins, from his chained wrists to his elbow.
Rudger’s lips trembled, pinned down by his teeth that threatened to draw blood.
The reflected moonlight shone along his eyes with a smirk, simply admiring the concentrated expression his captive wore.
“I’ll do my best to make your first time enjoyable.”
“...If it’s you, it’ll be quite the contrary.”
“We’ll see~”
The finger had become a hand, leaving a blaze in its trail on Rudger’s skin. His head jerked to the side, unable to handle the sight. Even if he attempted to tear his arm away, he couldn’t bring himself to. And though he tried with every bit of rationality remaining to resist the rush of blood, he could not deny it’s destination.
He leaned in, dragging his hand lightly along, until he reached his chest.
They glided, until his fingers reached bumps.
Zero Order rubbed his fingers in agonizingly slow circles, nearly tantalizing, as the other could only grit his teeth. Sure enough, whatever he had been fed quadrupled his reception of touch, and he refused to give in to the part of him that felt the need to arch his back into the feel of those ice-laced hands. What’s even happening anymore?
“Hah… how does this… benefit you, mph-!” Rudger muffled a gasp as his kidnapper took a nipple, though clothed, between his fingers and pinched- hard.
“How could it not? Seeing the great Machiavelli, or perhaps Moriarty, and Rudger’s many faces. The sounds are a work in progress.” The human he lay atop quivered with each movement, as though he were on the last thread of dignity he had left, refusing to make another noise.
The charcoal hair of Zero Order’s lightly brushed against Rudger’s cheek as he leaned in. Though he was a devil, the warmth of his breath was undeniable, the sound of it and the small breeze gently passing his ear making him shudder.
And most certainly, Rudger could not deny it, when his blood rushed south at the enticing demon’s voice.
“Maybe if you scream my name loud enough, someone will come help, and find you in this state.”
For some reason, despite the consistent friction of his nipples remaining unchanged, the ‘pleasure’ (so he had labelled it, but all due to the potion’s effect) had doubled.
Meanwhile, the being beside him continued to whisper sensual, meaningless words into his ears huskily, tickling the edge of his cheek.
“Perhaps you’d like it. I’ll even help put you on full display.” The words sent shivers down Rudger’s spine, and it wasn’t helping that his vivid imagination played a part.
Gradually, one of Zero Order’s hands wandered lower.
“Everyone would watch, as the one and only professor, Rudger Chelsea, enjoys himself at the hands of a demon…” He purred, as he began to nibble on the other’s ear.
“Q-quit it!...” A hand found itself on Rudger’s crotch, who was panting in overstimulation. Each touch, however light- even the brush of a breath- sent electric shocks of pleasure through his body. How absurd, to suggest horrid things, his mind protested, yet his body felt otherwise.
“Don’t be shy, it’s a human desire after all.” The man paused, moving back to undo and remove the pants of Rudger. Meanwhile, remaining in chains, he took mouthfuls of air, glad to be free from the dreadful entity’s touch, yet felt an itch of heat that begged for more.
“Hah… no human,” he looked up, taking a weak breath in, “would ever desire… this.” He came to fear what was about to happen, as Zero Order switched tactics, using a claw formed from his fingertips to tear apart his pants.
“Then I guess you’ll have to be the first, Heathcliff.” His eyes darkened by a few shades of gold, as he moved his gaze from the task at hand, and met the icy (yet permeated by arousal) glare of Rudger. The professor could not stop himself from showing an expression of shock, and fear- of which put a growing smirk on his captor’s face.
“Who else would dirty their hands like this, for the filthy and illegitimate prince of the Bretus Kingdom?” By now, his fully grown erection had sprung free from its restraints, much to Rudger’s disdain. His breath hitched, as a finger playfully glided from the tip to his base in a tortuously slow manner.
“Did you really think your face could compensate? The blood of rotten nobility runs in your veins. If they knew, no human would ever fall for a monster like you.” He ripped his shirt to pieces in a single slice of his claw, then made a move to grab his hair. With a yank, he forced Ludger to face him directly, wincing at the sharp pull on his scalp.
“You’re merely a monster with a facade. Don’t tell me you thought someone as kind as Selina, would try to save you, and be dragged into the depths of your despair?” Zero Order towered over him, who now had his back to the stone cold tiles. He smiled mockingly, as the man beneath him opened his mouth to retaliate.
“I had no su- ah…!” The demon wrapped a full hand around his girth, the sudden touch sending Rudger reeling inside. He gritted his teeth, humiliated at the sound he let out, and the involuntary arch of his back.
“You may not understand it now, but I’m doing you a favor, Prince. All you have to do is relax, and take what you are offered.”
Despite the cool feel of the tiles he had been laid upon, they did nothing to offset the heat gathering in his abdomen. Zero Order leaned his head in, each strand of hair that tickled his skin sending waves of stimulation towards his cock that twitched in need.
“Nng… s..stop…” Small bruises began to form with each bite Zero Order left, creating a myriad of marks that stretched from beneath his ear, trailing down towards his collarbone. He would linger and lick at some, before moving on to extend the path of heat that arose in every touch. With each bite, his amber eyes would glance upwards, intricately observing the expressions Rudger made.
“I can’t hear you~”
Rudger’s eyes were shut tightly, refusing to open them as the scene of Zero Order over him would surely be engraved into his memory.
However, he did hear the clunk of metal as it hit the floor, and the shift in fabric.
He regretted opening his eyes, especially to the sight of the monster the demon owned.
“What, what are y- mmf!” Rudger found his mouth stuffed, choking on the sudden intrusion of his captor’s cock. A hand roughly grabbed onto his head, tugging violently and forcing it to the back of his throat.
“You’ll have to be louder than that, Prince.” His nose met the other’s pelvis, tears threatening to leave his eyes as his head was jerked back and forth, his mouth being emptied by the relief of air before once again being filled by the demon.
And the sight of tears glistening in the moonlight only erupted laughter from Zero Order.
A maniac-like smile tore across his face, watching as the Bretus Kingdom’s ‘prince’ gagged and gasped on his cock, even more pleasureful than the friction of his lips and tongue.
Especially that look of despair, disgust, and a hint of lust in his eyes.
When they looked up to meet his, he couldn’t help but mock Rudger.
“Suck.” Zero Order paused, slightly loosening his grip.
To his disdain, he only received a pang of pain, as he pulled out against scraping teeth. Saliva dripped onto the floor as Rudger was left panting for air, face flushed and throat throbbing.
“Tch… it seems you still need training. No matter, a royal dog is still a dog after all.”
He brought two fingers to his mouth, excessively dousing them with fluid before moving downwards. With no time to rest, Zero Order moved onto the next hole, a finger lightly brushing over as if to experiment, which seemed to be a success as Rudger gasped, overwhelmed by the multitude of sensations that flooded him, heightened from the aphrodasiac.
“Use your words,” Zero Order prodded his entrance with an index finger-
“Heathcliff.”
It slipped in seamlessly, rendering Rudger’s mind and face blank as he gurgled on gibberish and words that could not leave his throat, choked by the strange feeling of being filled.
However, he had no time to focus on the mere ecstasy, as Zero Order set a punishing pace, thrusting his finger in at a demonic speed. The presence of the aphrodasiac was long forgotten, as his mind could only be flooded with pleasure.
“Ha, s-sto, ah, nng…” His speech was incoherent, a string of sobs and moans at the new strange emotion, incomparable to all the previous experiences he had.
“Heh. The Prince of Bretus reduced to a mutt in heat.” Another finger was plunged into him, his entrance widening. Zero Order began to scissor his way through, drawing gasps and moans from Rudger.
“Y-you, hah, w… ah-!” The hallways of the church were filled by the sinful sound of breathy whimpers and squelch of Rudger being finger-fucked. A swirling heat began to gather in his lower abdomen, a feeling from the past emerging.
A third finger was quickly added, the pace somehow quickening as Rudger trembled in response, the storm brewing in his pelvis about to unravel-
It stopped.
All three fingers were removed, leaving a gaping entrance, and a lost Rudger at the sudden feeling of emptiness. Instinctively, he bucked forward, hoping to regain the previous sensation from the hand that was held before him, but it moved away.
Without thinking, he whined.
“But we’re not even at the main course yet~” Zero Order teased, standing up as he watched Rudger try to restrain himself from gaining friction from the floor. Noticing, he moved the chains up until he was suspended near mid-air, unable to move at all.
“We can’t have that now, can we?” He circled Rudger, who could only glare with weak, lust-clouded eyes.
“Of course, I might reconsider if you beg.” Zero Order lifted his drooping chin with a finger, bringing his eyes up to meet his. Despite the devil being right before him, the only thing that wandered Rudger’s mind was the unpleasant feeling that remained.
“...You monster.” He seethed, but could not deny the current state of his body.
“Hmm, a shame. Well then, I may have to try another method.” Under the watchful eyes of Rudger, he put on his pants once again, and came closer. An object appeared in his hand, phallic in shape and large in size. It had been clearly imbued with ancient magic of some sort.
“This will do for now. Consider it preparation.” In a swift movement, it was shoved into Rudger, his hole that had been adjusting once again being forced open, groaning at the sudden invasion.
The chained man looked up, with a questioning gaze.
To which Zero Order answered, as he left the room.
“You’ll find out eventually.”
Leaving a stuffed Rudger with pent up pleasure.
–
As the echoes of footsteps lingered, Rudger thought over his current dilemma.
Which was the strange artifact that had been stuck inside him.
The presence of its magic pulsed throughout him, but did not do anything visible. It was clearly scanning for something, but he couldn’t discern what.
Being stuck mid air, and still chained, there was little he could do to offset the calm from near-orgasm, which was painstakingly long. Over time, it receded, although the process felt as though it had been hours of resisting the urge to move forward, for any friction at all.
However, just as he thought it was over, the artifact began to move.
Violently.
“Ugh…” He involuntarily groaned, as the object started to shake vigorously inside him. Rudger’s walls, though having just adapted, were now stretched once again as it began to enlargen a little. The pleasure that just left had now returned, his body tingling at the waves of magic that it continued to send throughout his body, stimulating each and every nerve within him.
“H-Heuk, ah…” It continued to vibrate, drawing out helpless moans from Rudger, who remained suspended mid air. His mind was clouded from pleasure, its mist too thick for him to hear or see anything, able to do nothing but focus on the rampantly building high in his pelvis once again. He could feel it, so close to tipping over the edge, just about to reach a satisfying climax-
But he couldn’t.
The artifact had stopped, leaving Rudger bucking at the air once again.
He refocused on his surroundings, the only sound remaining being his panting breaths.
And just as he came down from the high, as if to taunt him, the artifact began to move once again, at the same pace as before. It drove Rudger back into a frenzied state of whimpers and moans at the intensity of an ancient artifact.
The process repeated itself, shamefully, Rudger thought, to the point where he could no longer bother at trying to hold himself back from making noises, thus leaving echoes of his moans through the halls of the abandoned church. Each time he was left hanging without reaching that high, he lost a portion of his will to put up a fight.
And when he thought things could not get any worse, a certain apostle returned through the doors.
“Well? How do you like the toy? I could hear you all the way from my quarters, you know~”
“...” He answered with silence, as he could feel himself being lowered onto the stone floor.
“If you don’t give feedback, how will I improve it for next time? Geez…” Zero Order playfully sighed, pulling the artifact out with an erotic squelch, before quickly replacing it with his fingers, eliciting a breathy gasp from Rudger as four digits were shoved into his hole.
“I hope you’re ready for the main course.” The familiar sound of an unbuckling belt drifted by, as he soon felt a prodding at his asshole, besides the fingers already placed inside.
“Be as loud as possible, Prince.”
Before he knew it, Rudger was on his back, forced to face the demon that was about to plunge him into the deepest of his sins.
“I’ll let you in on my name so you can scream it.” He smirked down onto the man.
“...As if.” Rudger replied in a hoarse voice.
“It’s Surna. Remember it well, because it will be all that you say for the rest of tonight.”
Ignoring him, Surna replaced his four fingers in a swift move, now stuffed instead by the heavenly pillar that was his cock. Rudger’s breath hitched as he found himself filled to the brim, and unable to tear his eyes away from the horrific sight of Zero Order towering above, smiling like he wasn’t about to plough him through the floor.
Rudger shuddered, unable to bite back his moans when the demon began to move. There was no merciful slow pace- only rough and jagged thrusts, leaving him empty one moment and filled the next. It didn’t help that there was little slick except for the saliva Surna had shoved in him earlier. The friction only emphasised each vein and bump being pistoned into him.
“You take dick so well, Prince,” he yanked on his hair, forcing Rudger to face him. “Did you ever have another secret identity as a slut?”
“Nng, I, oh-” Rudger exhaled sharply when he was prodded even deeper than before.
A sadistic smile spread across Surna’s face. “Did I say you could speak, Prince?”
As his thrusts became faster, the moments blurred and Rudger was quickly being reduced to an erotic mess, the church being filled by echoes of gasps and moans, even louder than the slapping of skin. He couldn’t think, speak, only feel the pounding of the devil’s cock, stretching his walls each time it entered. Rudger swore his vision was beginning to darken, bliss was soon approaching. He struggled to grab at the ground, weakly shoving his hips upward to chase his release-
“Not so fast.” He felt a cold hand wrap around him, flooding his tip with mana- was it mana? He couldn’t tell anymore- just as he was about to cum. Despite his whining and the aching pain of nearly being able to climax, Surna ignored him and continued to thrust away into his sore hole.
“P-Ple… ah, ah… I, ah…” He tried to bring a shaky hand to his own dick, but was promptly swatted away.
“Come on, mutt, do I need to train you in etiquette too?” He shifted his hand to hold Rudger’s chin. “What do you say when you want something?”
He panted, “P…Please, hah-”
“I can’t hear you~” Another sharp thrust.
“Please-!”
“‘Please’ what,” Surna suddenly pulled out. “Please ‘stop’?”
“N-no…” Rudger tried to catch his breath, but his rationale still didn’t return.
Zero Order sighed, “If you aren’t clear, how will I know?” With a touch too soft, but eyes stone cold, he caressed Rudger’s face. “Tell me, what do you want?”
“You… Hah-!” Demonic mana prodded at his ass.
“Shall I leave?”
“No, no… please, I, hah,” lost to the lust, Rudger spread his legs further apart, “need you, in me,” he panted, “need… your co- ah!”
He was cut off by the sudden sensation of being filled once again, the same punishing pace as before and yet rougher, harder, as though he had awakened the true form of the demon that was fucking him mindless.
“Wasn’t so hard,” Surna smirked, “was it?”
Zero Order’s dick plunged in and out of him, filling the church with sinful sounds once more. Rudger was helpless to it all, but he couldn’t tell- no, all he was feeling was the pure pleasure of having his ass filled, the mana that swirled and lingered on his skin, groping his limbs, chest, the tendrils of energy used not for spells but to torture him.
It wasn’t long before he reached the edge again, nearly tipping over- and of course, the demon could tell, still filling his cock with his mana.
“Beg for it, Heathcliff,” Surna breathed, “beg like the filthy Prince you are. Let the world hear you begging for a demon, begging to cum,” he sunk deeper, closer, “begging for my seed.”
“Ah, please,” Rudger couldn’t help the tears falling from the overstimulation, “l-let me, nngh, please let me cum, hah, Surna, need you, to-”
Like a plug being removed, he finally reached release as he spurted onto his own chest, the high leaving him seeing stars- but also terribly sensitive, which didn’t help as Surna continued to fuck him relentlessly.
“Did you think it was over, Prince?”
Rudger looked up, trying to focus his eyes on Zero Order.
“We’re only getting started, Heathcliff.”