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Really? You won't even lead me on a little chase? You're making me pout.

[ Hmm. But... ]

Do you think that king would make things more fun for me? Dimitri.

[His heart skips a beat when he sees that opening. Sorry, Dimitri.]

If you're after the challenge of a lifetime, Faerghus is your best bet. I wouldn't dare fight King Dimitri without my top fighters by my side- he's that strong.

And his knights and generals are basically madmen. They spend all their time training, and they always fight to the death.

Of course you wouldn't. You'll barely survive a single sword-stroke once I have you in the range of my blade, too.

[ Aurelien has a sense of the position he has Claude in, and... Naturally, he's abusing it to neg him. Of course. ]

Of course -- I love a proper knight! They're always so cute. They bare their teeth in the sweetest little grimaces, when they realize they're going to die... Have you seen it for yourself yet, or have you been holed up this whole war, biding your time?

I'd thought Edelgard would send me after him, when I agreed to her request. Frankly, it's a little presumptuous of her to waste my talents on anything less. Instead, it looks like I'll have to dull my blade on the corpse of some boring archer before I can have any real fun... Well, not that I can really blame the Emperor for that. If I were her, I'd want you out of the picture, too. Before a predator fights its rival, it should get the vulture off its back -- wouldn't you agree?

Really, it's such a shame. So much as I'd love to turn and march into Faerghus, my professional pride demands that I see through the task I've been given. Unless, of course, someone else intends to give me another request more to my liking...?

You don't need to waste anything here.

[Claude isn't surprised to hear that Edelgard sees him as a nuisance more than anything- but a nuisance that could become a problem if left ignored for too long. She would be marching to Derdriu herself if she truly cared about conquering Leicester.

But if her main goal is to simply neutralize him as a threat, he might be able to help Aurelien complete his task and protect the city. Everything is risky when he has nothing to bargain with beside himself and his words, but he still has to try. Otherwise, he and his people are as good as dead.]

If you agree to halt your march and turn away from Leicester, I'll ride out there myself and surrender to you. I'll leave Lorenz in charge of things here... I'm sure Edelgard will be satisfied with that compromise.

You can then hand me over to her or... keep me for yourself. You might want to consider that. I can offer you more than you realize.

[If Aurelien agrees to his offer, he'll have time to come up with a new plan for himself. His greatest ambitions might be forfeit, but as long as Almyra is within reach, not everything is lost.]

[ It all seems a little too simple. He doesn't trust Claude, and if he were Edelgard, he wouldn't take him at his word until he had his corpse mounted on a pike.

Claude is lucky, then, that he isn't. He's lucky that Edelgard hadn't requested his head. She had only wanted to be sure that, as Adrestia stood weakened from its war against Faerghus, Leicester wouldn't become a knife in her back. What Claude proposes does accomplish that goal quite neatly—provided he is speaking the truth, of course.

It's a stupid risk to take—but the consequences won't be Aurelien's to deal with. If Edelgard hadn't wanted him to resolve the situation as he sees fit, she should have been more specific in her orders. ]

We'll march until I have the city in my sights. If you'd like us to stop sooner, I'd suggest you start riding now.

[ Aurelien doesn't particularly care what Claude thinks he can offer him. He had joked about a knight's determination to fight to the death, but he respects surrender far less. Still... His tongue darts across his lips as he considers the situation. ]

I think I'll hold onto you until the Emperor has come to an agreement with your Lorenz. She can decide what's to be done with you after that.

[ Maybe. Already, his thoughts run through the scenario, seeking for ways in which he might be able to keep his acquisition a secret. Wouldn't that be something? ]

[His heart races as he reads the next two messages, an unnerving mix of hope and dread making his head swim. The last thing he wants to do is surrender to Aurelien, and by extension Edelgard, but even that fate is preferable to dying alongside his friends in a hopeless battle.

Lorenz won't like any of this. Hilda and Holst would likely insist on following him if they couldn't change his mind. If Aurelien plans to keep marching until Claude reaches his army, he doesn't have time to argue with any of them.

He'll call Lorenz after he leaves the city. He can hate it all he wants, as long as he does what needs to be done.]

I'll head out immediately. [There isn't any time to second guess himself, either. Taking a wyvern would be quicker, but will draw far more attention. He'll have to find a horse instead.]

I have a feeling you'll want to keep me after your little test run.

Bragging, bragging.

You have no idea what I have in store for you. Before long, you'll be begging for the comfort of an Adrestian prison cell.

[ this is flirting. don't worry about it ]

[That's... concerning. Still, even with her faults, Claude doubts Edelgard would condone torturing such a valuable prisoner. And what would be the point?

Unfortunately, he knows he can't argue just now, with such little bargaining power on his side. He'll have to deal with Aurelien and his threats later, when they're face-to-face.]

I'm no stranger to discomfort. Trust me, I'm tougher than I look.

[ That is precisely the problem, of course. Edelgard is far, far too scrupulous to simply allow Aurelien his fun with surrendered soldiers and prisoners of war. But until he returns to Enbarr, she won't have any say in the matter, and...

Hm. Maybe he can get what he wants if he goes through her uncle instead? There's nothing to be lost by trying, anyway. ]

Are you? How delightful. Please, act as strong as you like; it will make it all the more fun to test your limits.

Should I go easy on you to start? Tell me, have you ever been whipped before?

[What is this? An attempt to make him change his mind? To test his resolve?

Regardless, Claude isn't going to give Aurelien an excuse to back out of their agreement.]

No, I haven't. And yes, I'd appreciate you going easy on me. Maybe something less likely to cause an infection and kill me? That'd be better for all involve, I think.

[ what do you mean. he's flirting, like a normal man, ]

An infection! What manner of amateur do you take me for? I ought to give you an extra dozen lashes for the insult.

[ Anyway, as much as he is absolutely fucking with Claude by saying so, there is a distinct pause between this message and his next. When he writes again, he adopts a more serious tone, in order to... What? Defend a point of pride? Assure Claude?

Something like that. Probably. ]

There's a saying in my homeland: "Never a rusty blade." It can mean a number of things, but at its core, it's quite simple. A rusty blade leads to infection, and infection leads to a premature end. What value is there in needless waste?

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[Who knew that flirting was so dangerous?

He isn't reassured, either. Sneaking out of Derdriu to go through with a desperate plan in hopes of preventing a slaughter, and the reward waiting for him may turn out to be a painful punishment for a sadist's enjoyment.

Lorenz better not mess up this opportunity for them.]

No value.
I hope you aren't expecting me to agree to a whipping, clean or otherwise.
Isn't there something else I can do to entertain you? I can write decent poetry, and I'm great at strategy games.

Not to worry. I'm not expecting you to agree to it.

I thought you were tougher than you look, Claude? Why so squeamish?
If you want mercy, beg for it. Beg me to put you over my knee, and I'll consider stopping there.

[He's glad Aurelien can't see his face just then. That 'offer' must be a joke, but it takes him aback enough to really show.]

Oh, is that all?
Sounds like a fun night to me.

[His reply isn't serious either, but he rethinks sending it almost immediately.]

That's the spirit.

[ ...So he says, but the lack of discomfort in Claude's reply frustrates him. He can't get excited like this. Claude must be powerless—or, at the least, Aurelien needs to be firmly lodged beneath his skin. ]

Is that what you dream about? Your terrifying, implacable conqueror treating you like a little boy?

[Now, his face is burning. This line of discussion is more than a little disquieting, even without Aurelien unknowingly touching upon some of his more shameful fantasies.

Fantasies that a leader has absolutely no business indulging in.

He can't let Aurelien know what his taunts are doing to him- that much is clear.]

Such personal questions. If you want to know about my fantasies, you should really treat me nicer.
Does it all have to be about pain?

Mm. If you don't tell me now, I'll just torment them out of you later.

[ .........yeah so about that question, ]

And why not? Pain and pleasure are one and the same. I can make you sob with my hand on your cock, and I can make you come as I spank your ass bloody red.
I'm sure you realize that... Well, maybe not as well as I do. But you will. Soon.

This really isn't how you're supposed to treat prisoners of war in Fodlan.

[But by now, he's certain that Aurelien doesn't care. Edelgard will, which is poor reassurance with the distance between here and Enbarr.

...None of this sounds like a joke anymore. Claude is distressingly unsure what to do and how to respond to this sort of threat. Or promise.]

What do I get out of telling you a thing or two now?

What else did you think you were offering me?

I can make things more pleasurable for you, if you do.
So tell me, or don't. I'll enjoy myself either way.

I don't know.

[He does, but with these new revelations, he no longer plans on mentioning Almyra.]

That's very vague.
I guess I can tell you one thing.
Dirty talk might be interesting.

[There- something that genuinely interests him, but isn't dangerous or painful.]

Of course. Which of came to the other, desperate to negotiate? I see no reason to barter with you.

Is that not what we've been doing all this time?

You shouldn't be too quick to dismiss the value of bargaining, even now.

[He may have nothing to physically offer than Aurelien can't simply seize, but if Aurelien is interested in his body, there might be something left for him to work with.

He has to try, at the very least.]

YOU have been, yes.
If I feel motivated enough, I can too.
Please, Sir. I'm so sorry. I need you to punish me... I touched myself thinking about choking on your huge cock.

[ You will be, he thinks, but he doesn't get so far as setting the words to writing. He can't deny the shiver that runs through the limbs with the image—Claude defeated, and trembling, and begging—so best not to address it so directly.

Still, he can't ignore Claude's words entirely. That would make his reaction just as obvious as a panting demand for more. His tongue darts along his lips as he considers a reply. ]

That wasn't bad -- but it will be even better when you really mean it.

[ Maybe he should allow himself to slip into the fantasy. So long as he does so knowingly, he won't be giving Claude any power over him. But... There is another question that niggles at him, in the back of his mind. ]

How many people have you slept with, before now?

[He doesn't want to imagine what it would be like to really mean it. Fantasies and experience are two separate things entirely, and the latter is completely out of his knowledge range.

He's good at faking it, to make himself seem more worldly. Now? There's no point at all in pursuing that strategy.]

None. I'm too busy for that sort of thing. Or, I was.

[ That answer doesn't surprise him, but it isn't expected, either. He supposes this must be the first time he has indulged in this sort of talk as more than just a fantasy; Aurelien wonders if those words were chosen wholly to excite his own passions, or if they might speak to more of Claude's desires than he would like. ]

Don't worry. I'll claim all of you very thoroughly. Your skin will be drenched in me -- in bruises and bites, in scratch-marks and handprints where I've beaten you red. I'll fill both your holes -- first your mouth, and then your ass -- until your entire world becomes how stretched you feel with me. And I'll even lavish your cute cock in my attention... You'll know the taste of my fingers and tongue as I tease your every weakness and vulnerability from your clever mouth, whether you want it or not.

But I won't allow you to come. Not until I'm through with you. You'll be trembling and agonized as I have my way with you, eager to do anything I ask just so that I might finally offer you the chance to come. Maybe I will, eventually. Maybe I'll let you hump my thigh like an animal, if you're good and obedient enough.

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