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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.

[Claude can't believe what he's reading. It's terrifyingly detailed- so explicit that he can easily picture each scene in his mind.

He quickly discovers that his cock isn't concerned with distinguishing real promises from pure fantasy. Aurelien is a gorgeous man, and his words are utterly filthy in all the right ways; he's barely left Derdriu behind, and already he feels like he's riding to his doom.]

Is that what you want? Total obedience? I could fall to my knees and stare up at your with wide, adoring eyes. Beg you to ruin me. What should I call you? Sir? My Lord? Daddy?

Or would it be better if I fought you every step of the way? Gave you the chance to force my surrender just like you wanted? You would have to hold me down on your lap to stop me from squirming and bucking with every hit of your palm.

"Master" has a nice ring to it, wouldn't you say?

But you don't need to give everything away quite so quickly. I'll enjoy breaking you in myself.

[ He doesn't mind brattiness—up to a point. In the end, though, he always wants to be the undisputed conqueror, powerful and victorious. ]

Maybe. That depends on you.

[He's comfortable with acting- he can play the role Aurelien wants if he sees the benefit. He can also try very hard not to play that role.

That all rests on just how hard Aurelien truly plans to go on him.]

Just a reminder- Edelgard isn't going to be pleased with any of that.

And what are you going to do? Tattle to Mom?

[ The question is half-sincere, and so is his dismissiveness. ]

Does that thought make you nervous?

[He would love to threaten Aurelien with his actual Mother, but now he's absolutely certain he won't bring up Almyra unless it's absolutely necessary. He dreads to imagine what his parents would think if they knew about this.]

Not particularly. You see, I try not to concern myself with the consequences of my actions. I have more fun that way.

[ He hopes Claude can feel his cheeky grin over text. ]

[Oh he can feel it. Just another reason among many to make him nervous.]

Are you sure you don't want to come up with a way that we can both have fun? I'm happy to brainstorm ideas.

Would you prefer to hold the whip? I'm not devoid of other playthings -- provided you aren't squeamish about the idea of saving your skin by flaying someone else's.

[ That... has its own appeal. It's different, of course, but not without merit. How low can he force Claude to sink? Will he catch a glimpse of horror in his eyes, as he realizes what depravity he is capable of with a little pushing? As Aurelien considers the possibilities, his breathing quickens. ]

If I was so opposed to self-sacrifice, I wouldn't be on my way to you right now.

[He could probably make himself do something like that if it was somehow necessary, but just to save himself from pain? The idea makes him very uncomfortable. He made this decision, after all; not them.]

You might not care about the consequences of your actions, but I do.

How very virtuous you are.

[ :) ]

In that case, I'm afraid not. If I wanted a poet, I'd hire one better than decent, and I find strategy games terribly dull when I could be indulging in strategy on an actual battlefield.

I'm not saying I'm virtuous. But I'm not a monster.

[Well. At the very least he's managed to scrape together bits and pieces about Aurelien's behavior and preferences. With some time, he should be able to come up with a way or two to manipulate him, and hopefully worm his way out of whatever situation he's getting himself into.]

If you say so. Too bad... you would've liked it much better if I played along.

And you'll like what happens to you much better if you cooperate -- but I know how to make my fun either way.

[ :) :) :) ]

Still, you ought to take the compliment. Edelgard is terribly dedicated to her scruples, as well. It's cute.

Edited 2023-07-04 21:39 (UTC)

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