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“Hard at work, pet?”
Deshival can’t help the flinch as the oil-slick whisper slithers into his ear, cool hands gliding down his sides and pulling him into the shadows. Valmore’s fingertips slide towards the exposed skin of his chest and thighs, and Deshival lets out the barest of whimpers. Valmore nuzzles into his neck with a grin.
“Val, we can’t-” He cuts off a gasp as Valmore’s fingers brush along the fabric of his panties. “This is an open hallway, if one of the knights comes through here-”
“Then you’d best keep quiet so you don’t attract attention, hmm?” Valmore purrs into his ear. “Oh, I know just the thing for this. Open, pet.”
Slicing through Deshival’s panties with his claws and pulling them free, he pushes the fabric against Deshival’s lips until the man obediently opens his mouth - bundling the cloth in until Deshival can’t speak around the makeshift gag. Satisfied, Valmore brushes a kiss to the back of his neck and resumes worming his fingers between Deshival’s thighs.
He laughs as they find his folds already wet.
“Always so eager and ready for me, even when you pretend you’re not,” Valmore chuckles into his ear as he begins to thrust with one finger, then two. Deshival trembles, but his legs hold.
After a time, Valmore’s hand withdraws and Deshival can’t hold back the whine that escapes his throat - Valmore laughs and tweaks a nipple where he’s pulled one of Deshival’s breasts free of his corset.
“Such a greedy slut,” he whispers affectionately. He slides a knee between Deshival’s legs to spread them wide as he clutches Deshival against his chest, baring Deshival’s cunt to the empty hallway as he bears down on the man’s clit. “Does he know what a whore you are?”
Deshival flinches hard at that, but Valmore just laughs quietly and holds him in place, forcing him to take it.
“You see him most every day now, don’t you?”
Deshival shakes in his grasp, half anger and half desperation. He nips at one ear.
“He doesn’t know you’re right under his nose, does he? Begging for my cock while he runs in circles without a clue; my personal little fuck toy.”
Valmore laughs as Deshival struggles against him, to no avail; he couldn’t match Valmore’s strength as a vampire, he certainly can’t now. He lets Deshival claw fruitlessly at the arms holding him in place.
“You’re mine, and this is just the proof,” Valmore whispers into his ear. “Cum for me, pet. That’s a good boy.”
There’s a muffled cry from behind the gag, somewhere between anger and a moan, as Deshival is forced over the edge. He shakes and his knees buckle, but Valmore’s arm around his chest keeps him upright even as Valmore continues to torture his clit.
“Going to get you nice and slick for me,” Valmore hums. “Perhaps he’ll be able to hear us from here, wouldn’t that be fun?”
Deshival pulls against his hold, but it’s hard to tell at this point if it’s due to the teasing or the overstimulation; it’s unimportant at this point, really. They both know who he belongs to.
Valmore teases and tortures Deshival until he’s completely limp and obscenely wet, turning then around so he can finally lift Deshival against the wall and push into his tight little cunt. The loud squelching noises as he begins to fuck into Deshival are incredibly satisfying, as is the way Deshival tenses up when Valmore leans in to whisper, “Perhaps we should do this in front of him, hmm? Show him what a good slut you can be for the right man.”
He’s powerless in Valmore’s grasp, however, already cumming around Valmore’s cock as his overstimulated cunt takes every inch of it over and over again.
“See?” Valmore says, fucking him through his orgasm. “Your body knows who it belongs to.”
He begins rubbing at Deshival’s clit again with one thumb as he nears his own climax, making Deshival claw at his shoulders for purchase; he can hear the way Deshival is desperately trying to swallow down his moans, and grins. Valmore leans in to capture Deshival’s lips as they climax together, Valmore’s cock buried deep within Deshival’s cunt, as if to breed him. Deshival kisses him back, and he smiles. With a small gesture, his cock hardens once more, and he quickens his pace from before. Deshival shivers around him with a moan, and Valmore pulls the ruined fabric from his mouth.
“Who do you belong to?”
Deshival takes a moment to regain control of his mouth, before hazily mumbling, “You,” between muffled moans.
“Sure about that, are you?” Valmore laughs, half sneering.
“I- Val,” Deshival whimpers.
“Yes, pet?” Valmore simpers mockingly. Deshival shudders around him. “Something to say?”
“Yours,” he mumbles. A gasp as Valmore adjusts angles, then, “I- I’m yours, Val.”
He’s rewarded with Valmore’s thumb rubbing against his clit, making him arch against the wall.
“And if I had you bent over his desk right now?” Valmore purrs. “If I were fucking you open in front of him, if he were watching the way you writhe on my cock…?”
“Yours,” Deshival gasps, almost unthinking as Valmore drives him to the edge. “Yours, Val, Valmore, please-”
Valmore silences his cry with a bruising kiss, growling softly as the intensity of Deshival’s climax pushes him over the edge as well. He shoves in to the hilt, filling Deshival a second time with his cum; this time, however, he pulls out and releases the man.
He watches as Deshival unsteadily pulls himself into a standing position, knees shaking slightly. Flicking one exposed nipple, he gazes down at his pet with satisfaction.
“Pull yourself together, pet, don’t want the knights thinking you’ve been slacking on the job, do we?” He pats Deshival on the cheek. “Good to catch up, I’ll see you again soon.”
He turns and vanishes, as quickly and silently as he arrived; Deshival takes a shaky breath and pushes away from the wall. A quick adjustment here and there, and everything is as it was - except for the dull, satisfied throb between his legs, the cum threatening to trickle down his leg, and his missing underwear.
As he heads off in search of a more private location to clean up, he can’t help but feel that Valmore made his point.