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There’s nothing Lest enjoys more than a nice, long soak at the inn’s public baths – especially after a long day of work. The water is always just the right temperature to relieve the knots in his muscles and the aches in his bones. And after raking and replacing all the hay in the monster barns today, it's exactly what his tired body needs.

Cleaning the barns is Lest’s least favorite chore by far – so on those days, he rewards himself by getting special permission to lounge around in the baths after closing. He doesn’t like showing his body to strangers, so it's pretty nice that the only other person allowed to join him is Porcoline. Lest doesn’t mind his company, even if it was a little awkward the first few times they encountered each other in there.

Tonight, though, Porcoline doesn't seem to be showing up. It makes sense, given that Lest finished his work far later than usual. By the time he arrived, it was almost midnight. Today's also technically a holiday, though Lest didn’t get a chance to treat it like one. Being a farmer means working constantly unless he wants his crops to wilt and his monster buddies to starve. There are very few days in the year where Lest gets the chance to do absolutely nothing – so he truly treasures every moment of freedom he can.

That's why Lest uses the opportunity to ditch his bath towel and lounge around the facilities completely nude.

It's completely normal to be naked in the public baths, but walking around in such a large, open room without a covering does feel a little strange at first. Lest isn’t exactly comfortable with showing his body – especially since it's visibly different from the masculine standard. Of course he isn’t the only man out there with wide hips and an hourglass figure, but compared to most of the other bachelors, he’s, well… lacking. Especially in a certain area.

As Lest scrubs himself down, he can’t help but notice just how different his body has become over time. Years of magic and manual labor have hardened his limbs and strengthened his back, sculpting soft curves into sharp planes befitting a marble statue.

Of course, he’s not quite where he wants to be just yet. Some parts of his body remain rather squishy for his liking, especially his hips and thighs. The narrowness of his shoulders always makes him feel a bit self-conscious, too, even though he knows there's not much he can do about it.

He turns on the shower and shakes the self-depreciating thoughts from his head. Sure, there's a bit of a ways to go – but he's come so far already. This is the first time in his life he's ever looked – and felt – like himself. Considering he's in his mid-twenties, that's a pretty significant achievement. He's proud of himself.

Once most of the soap suds have washed off his body and down the drain, Lest fills his bucket with hot water and lifts it into the air. One last rinse, and he should be good to go. After this, he'll have plenty of time to indulge in the main event…

“Wow. Never thought I'd catch a pervert here, of all places.”

Lest yelps and drops the bucket, spilling a wave of scalding hot water down his front. He leaps backwards just in time to avoid most of it – but a couple drops splash against his calves, burning him. The bucket clatters to the floor with a hollow thunk, narrowly missing his right foot.

Goddamnit. What a waste of water.

“Oops, did I startle you?” the person behind him drawls, their voice so low and sultry that Lest almost mistakes their taunting for flirtation. “I guess I should have let you know I was coming in… though, I suppose this is what you get for going where you shouldn’t.”

Lest’s jaw stiffens as he realizes where this is going. Fuck, is he really gonna get heckled this late at night? It’s not the first time people have given him trouble for using the men’s baths, but he really isn’t in the mood to argue right now. Maybe he’ll be able to diffuse the situation if he comes up with a decent enough lie. Most people aren’t well-versed in magic, so he can just say he was cursed by a witch or something. If they try to push further, well, he can say he doesn’t know and that’s why he’s stuck like this.

Armed with a sword made of lies, Lest whips around to look at the intruder. Unfortunately, his hopes are dashed as soon as their eyes meet. The man standing in front of him is none other than his good friend Leon, who also just happens to be the person who regularly upgrades Lest’s magic. It won’t be easy to convince Leon that he’s been cursed – and even if he does, well… Leon would probably just tell him to live as a woman until he gets it fixed. Lest will never allow something like that to happen to him, even if it means he has to go down kicking and screaming.

But he doesn’t need to resort to that just yet. For all of his shortcomings, Leon is still relatively understanding when it comes to his friends. And though he and Lest may not be the closest of chums, they’re still on pretty good terms. If Lest plays dumb and tries to brush it off as a joke, maybe Leon will be willing to drop the topic entirely. Lest takes a deep breath, steeling himself.

“What are you talking about?” he asks, meeting Leon’s gaze. “I'm exactly where I belong. Men should go to the men’s baths, shouldn’t they?”

“Well, at least you've got one thing right.” Leon’s lips curl into a condescending smirk. He crosses his arms and leans backwards, giving Lest another once-over. “Are you confused? Forgetting something, maybe?”

Lest bites back a groan. Looks like he’s gonna have to take the long way out of this one. Alright, how the hell does he explain this…

“I'm not forgetting anything,” he replies. “My body's a little different from yours – but I'm still a guy. Just, you know… without a penis. Kind of like a eunuch.”

“Wait.” Leon narrows his eyes. “Are you saying you got magically castrated?”

Lest swallows. “Uh… sure. Something like that, I guess.”

“I didn’t know that was even possible,” Leon drawls, gazing down at Lest’s crotch. “Was it arcane magic? From the Earthmates, perhaps?”

“Um…” Lest shifts awkwardly. “It happened a long time ago, so I don't…”

The truth is much simpler than that: nothing has happened to him at all. This is just the way he was born – the one part of his body he’s loath to truly acknowledge.

Leon is all too occupied with Lest’s body to notice his discomfort, eyeing Lest’s crotch like a scientist would a subject. “Is it fully functional?”

“It… yeah, it is,” Lest mumbles. “Can we please stop talking about this? It's a bit of a touchy subject.”

“Why?” Leon smirks down at him. “Worried I’ll try to take it for a spin?”

A lump forms in Lest’s throat at the implication. Heat creeps up his neck and along his jaw, like a thousand killer ants are dragging their mandibles across his skin. He grits his teeth to stifle the sting, but it’s not enough to stop his embarrassment from boiling over.

“That’s not funny,” Lest snaps. “Why would you even say something like that?”

“I don’t know, Lest.” Leon fixes him with a stare. “Why are you lying to me?”

“That’s…” Lest doesn’t know what to say. Would Leon even understand if he tried to explain? His views almost certainly lean traditional, considering he's from an entirely different time period. There's probably something Lest could say to convince Leon, but his mind is too exhausted to truly grasp it.

“What, thought you could fool me?” Leon glares at him. “Honestly, Lest, I didn’t think you were that stupid. Or – wait.” His lips curl into a cruel smile. “Is Lest even your real name?”

“Of course it is,” Lest retorts. “Why would I lie about something like that?”

Leon raises an eyebrow. “You lied about your gender.”

“Look, I don’t…” Lest sighs, running a hand through his hair. “I'm not lying to you, Leon. This is just the body I've been living with. It doesn’t make me less of a man.”

Leon’s eyes glint with malice as they bore into Lest’s skin. “I don’t know of any men who have pussies.”

Lest tucks his hands over his elbows, gripping them as hard as he can. As much as he hates the sight of Leon’s face right now, he can’t exactly sock him in the jaw without consequence. Leon has him outmatched – socially and physically. All of Lest’s political connections mean nothing if Leon decides to out him to the public. And Leon’s larger physique renders Lest’s combat experience practically useless. He can easily overpower Lest, especially when they’re both unarmed like this.

“Look, I don’t want to argue with you,” he says, trying to stay as calm and collected as possible. “Let’s just agree to disagree, okay? It's not like I'm hurting anyone by being here. If my presence makes you uncomfortable, you're free to leave.”

“Uncomfortable is an understatement,” Leon sneers. “Girls belong in the other room. Not here.”

His eyes crawl down Lest’s body, and suddenly Lest wishes he’d picked a different day to go nude. Shielding his crotch from view with one hand, he snatches his towel off the shower hook behind him and quickly wraps it around his waist.

“Just drop it, Leon,” Lest says firmly. “I'm not in the mood for this.”

“For what? Admitting the truth?” Leon prowls toward him, eyes glinting like a predator's. “Don’t kid yourself, Lest. You're delusional.”

Something twitches in Lest’s periphery. Lest freezes when he notices it, unable to peel his eyes away. The bulge beneath Leon’s towel sways with every step he takes, swelling larger and larger as he approaches. Lest has never seen a real dick in person before, but even he can tell Leon is well-endowed. Feeling oddly self-conscious about his lack of one, he swallows and presses his thighs together.

“Like what you see?” Leon’s gravelly voice snaps Lest out of his stupor.

“W–What are you talking about?” Lest stammers, finally averting his gaze.

He needs to get out of here. Quickly. He scoops up the bucket and starts towards the door – but Leon steps in front of him before he can walk past.

“Where do you think you're going?” Leon’s cold smirk sends a chill down Lest’s spine. “We aren't done chatting yet.”

Lest instinctively lifts the bucket to his chest. This is all he has to protect himself right now – all of his clothes and weapons are in the changing room.

“I, um…” Lest can't look him in the eye. “I have work tomorrow morning…”

He tries to speedwalk around Leon, but his feet slip on the wet tile. Leon whips around and catches him just in time, snaking an arm around his waist to hold him upright.

”Careful now, princess,” he chuckles, pulling Lest’s back flush against his chest. “Don’t hurt yourself falling for me.”

Lest squeaks and tries to pull himself free – but his feet can’t find purchase against the slippery floor. They scrabble uselessly against the wet tile, and he’s forced to lean into Leon to stay upright. Leon’s laughter rumbles in Lest’s ears, and he bends forward to peer into Lest’s eyes.

“Aren’t you going to thank me for saving you?” he asks, tilting Lest’s chin up with his fingers.

Lest wrenches his face free. “I – I don’t do that sort of thing.”

When Leon still doesn't let go of him, Lest tries to shove him away. Leon snatches his wrist and yanks it to the side, his fingers digging deep enough to bruise.

“I wasn’t asking for your opinion, princess,” he growls, venom dripping from every word. He flattens his palm against Lest’s abdomen and trails his hand down to cup him through his towel.

Lest’s knees knock together, and his breath comes out like staccato. “W – W – Wait, what are you…”

Leon gropes him harder, tucking the towel between Lest’s thighs as he grinds his palm against Lest’s t-dick. Lest’s chest heaves, drawing in another breath. The fibers feel scratchy and uncomfortable against his bare skin. He needs to run away from this. From Leon. Maybe he should scream until Lin Fa comes down and tells them to stop. But being seen like this… Lest’s legs won’t stop trembling at the thought.

“Don’t worry, princess,” Leon coos. “I'll show you what a real man looks like.”

Lest’s heart skitters even faster. He should run. He should fight. He should do something to get Leon off him. But all he can do is stand there and shake as Leon’s fingers rub circles over his stiffening dick. The heat in his stomach twists, tiny sparks flying down his thighs.

He hates this.

He doesn’t want this at all, but his body is really starting to feel it. He scrunches his eyes shut and tries to focus on anything other than Leon’s unpleasant touch. The heat in the air. The cold ground beneath his feet. The sound of rushing water. The smell of bath salts.

The wooden bucket in his hand.

Something about its presence soothes Lest’s nerves. Maybe this is his last chance to get out of this. It'll be messy, and probably bad for his reputation, but if he clobbers Leon hard enough to stop him… well, that's just self-defense, isn't it? He takes a deep breath and tightens his grip on the handle.

“Let go of me!” he shouts, swinging the bucket over his left shoulder.

Leon blocks his blow effortlessly, ripping the bucket from his hands and flinging it across the room. It splinters against the wall with a loud crack, thumping uselessly onto the floor.

“Looks like someone doesn’t know their place,” he sneers, groping Lest’s ass hard enough to hurt. “Don’t make this harder on yourself, brat. Or do you want to be punished?”

Bile rises in Lest's throat as Leon’s fingers dip beneath his towel.

“Stop it!” Lest cries, trying to wrench himself away. “Don’t – Don’t touch me!”

Chuckling, Leon yanks the towel off him. He nudges his knee between Lest’s trembling thighs, preventing him from slamming them shut.

“No more hiding your pussy,” Leon drawls. “You’ve done enough of that for a lifetime – now it's time to show your cunt.”

Leon’s fingers ghost over his folds, and a mind-numbing heat rushes up Lest’s spine. He arches his back with a shaky groan, his head lolling back to rest on Leon’s shoulder.

“Stop it, seriously,” Lest gasps, trying to push the hand on his crotch away. “Don’t… don’t, this isn’t right…”

His blood is pumping for all the wrong reasons. This must be a dream. A hallucination. It has to be. The Leon he knows can be inconsiderate, sure, but he would never ignore Lest’s protests like this. Friends aren't supposed to take advantage of each other, and Leon is his friend, isn’t he?

“But you're so wet for me already,” Leon whispers against his ear. His fingers spread Lest’s folds apart, exposing his burning entrance to the humid night air. “Look at this tight little cunt of yours. Why should I stop when it's clearly begging for it?”

Lest’s breath catches in his throat. “That’s… it’s not…”

“It is, and you know it,” Leon says, pressing the tips of his fingers against Lest’s twitching entrance. “Here, let me show you.”

“Don’t –” Lest’s breathing quickens as Leon’s fingers dip inside him. Tears spring to his eyes at the violation, and he pounds his fist against Leon’s bare chest. “Take… take them out!”

Disregarding Lest’s pleas, Leon starts pumping his fingers in and out of Lest’s pussy. At first, the stretch is uncomfortable, searing pain shooting through Lest with every touch. He doesn’t touch himself there. Doesn’t even look, if he can stand to avoid it. With his level of discomfort, it’s difficult for him to enjoy most vaginal penetration.

Unfortunately, this accursed body must have some sense of self-preservation. Lest bites back a sob as his hole begins to leak, wishing he could shrivel up and die. The more Leon touches him, the wetter he gets – despite all his efforts to prevent it. The soft sound of squelching slowly fills the room, and Lest can’t help but cringe as it echoes against the tile.

“Sounds like you’re getting off to this,” Leon chuckles. “Does it feel good, having a real man's fingers shoved up your cunt?”

“You – you bastard,” Lest snarls through gritted teeth. “I – I am a man – mmh!”

Leon’s fingers quirk against something inside him, snatching the words from his mouth mid-sentence. Warmth rolls down Lest’s thighs in sharp bursts, bullied out of him with each rough shove of Leon’s fingers. Lest muffles his moan into his fist, trembling as slick trickles from his hole. It's not his fault his body is reacting like this, but shame knots in his gut nonetheless.

“Don’t get your panties in a twist. This wet pussy makes you a girl, no matter how much you say you hate it.” Leon spreads his fingers apart for emphasis, stuffing another inside just to watch him squirm. “Real men have cocks, Lest. Not teeny tiny clits.”

He flicks his thumb over Lest’s swollen t-dick, giving it a few sharp tugs. A horrible noise rattles from Lest’s parted lips, and he tries to slam his thighs shut. With every part of him shaking, though, nothing can stop Leon from reaching down and prying them back open. The fingers inside him nudge deeper, as if trying to stretch him out.

To prepare him for something.

Flattening his hand against Leon’s broad chest, Lest tries to shove himself away. His arm strains and struggles with all its might, muscles tensing so tight it begins to burn. But Leon doesn’t even budge. He continues his assault, pinching and prodding at Lest until the sharp pain of being breached is indistinguishable from the pleasure of being filled. Butterflies swarming his lungs, Lest gives one last push.

“Stop it, Leon,” he demands shakily. “Why are you doing this?”

His limbs feel like jelly as Leon’s fingers brush against him again. He crumples forward with a choked no, but the hand on his waist holds him still.

“I'm just trying to help you,” Leon drawls, pulling Lest’s hips flush against his own. “It's up to me to prepare you for other men. Wouldn’t want to give them a delusional wife, after all… though I doubt you'll have a problem getting bred. You won’t be able to pretend anymore, not once I tell the other guys you have a pussy.”

The blood drains from Lest’s face. “W – What are you talking about? You're not actually gonna…”

“Don’t you think they deserve to know the truth?” Leon purrs, stroking him. “You've been lying to us for so long, Lest. Think about how they'd feel, being kept in the dark for so long. I bet I could get them all to join us – we could even take turns fucking your cute little cunt.”

Lest’s stomach flips as the tip of Leon’s cock presses against the small of his back. No. His friends would never take advantage of him like that… would they? Arthur, Doug, Dylas, Kiel, Vishnal… All of them are good people. Kind people. There’s just no way they would hurt him over something as small as this.

Yet that’s what he’d thought about Leon, too, before all of… this. Lest’s mouth feels dry as he worries his tongue over his lower lip. What are the chances that one of them will decide to turn on him? If someone finds out about his secret… Lest shivers, tears pricking his eyes.

“No, please,” he chokes, balling his hands into fists. “I'm begging you, Leon, please don't tell them. They… they can’t find out about this. Please.”

Leon hums. “What’s in it for me if I agree?”

His fingers slide deeper, rubbing Lest’s walls until they start to loosen. Lest bites his lip and sucks in a deep breath. It’s clear what Leon’s asking for – what he wants from him. A strange heat begins to build in Lest’s stomach, and he feels his knees buckle beneath the pressure.

“I – I could give you money,” he gasps. “Or – or boss materials. Anything, really, if I can afford it.”

“Hm…” Leon slowly pulls his fingers free. “Anything, you say?”

Before Lest has a chance to correct himself, he’s grabbed by the shoulders and shoved onto the floor. Lest winces as his knees hit the stone, his skin scraping against the cold ground. He doesn’t even have a chance to correct himself before a hand grips his bangs and yanks him forward. The sharp tug to his scalp forces a yelp from his lips, but it’s quickly muffled against the growing bulge beneath Leon’s towel.

“Let’s see how far you’re willing to go,” Leon smirks, tightening his grip in Lest’s hair. “Open that pretty little mouth of yours and beg for me.”

Lest tries to look away, but it’s impossible when his cheek is smushed against Leon’s thick, twitching cock. He can feel his lungs rattling with each brief, frantic breath he draws in. He doesn’t want this, but what choice does he have? Even if he somehow manages to pry Leon’s hand out of his hair, he can’t run away. It’s this, or losing everything he has. As the faces of his friends flash through his mind, Lest knows exactly what he has to do.

“Please,” Lest chokes, face flushing with humiliation. He tilts his head up to look at Leon, brushing his lips against the bulge. “Please don’t tell anyone about this. About my… my front hole.”

“What an interesting choice of words,” Leon chuckles, the rumble in his throat long and low. “Give me one good reason why I should listen to you.”

He bucks his hips forward, nudging his clothed cock against the corner of Lest’s mouth. Lest cringes, eyes prickling with heat.

“I'll do whatever you say,” he whispers. “I won’t argue, so please…”

Leon’s eyes soften, and he lets go of Lest’s hair to untie his towel. For a brief moment, Lest considers turning tail and running away – but his legs are unresponsive, still frozen from the shock. By the time he's mustered up the courage to make a break for it, Leon’s towel is already slipping onto the floor.

Lest’s eyes widen as Leon’s cock bounces free from its confines. It looks nothing like the medical diagrams he’s seen in Jones’s textbooks – the shaft is long and thick like a piece of bamboo, with a large, bulbous mass sitting at its base. His lower lip quivers at the thought of putting it in his mouth. There's simply no way he can fit all of that inside – right?

“What are you waiting for?” Leon asks, eyeing him up and down. “Hurry up and get sucking. I’ll consider keeping your secret if you do a good job.”

Lest swallows nervously, staring down Leon’s length like the barrel of a gun. He doesn’t even know where to start with something like this. Is he supposed to just… put it in his mouth? He glances up at Leon, unsure how to continue.

Leon glares at him.

“What, is this your first time?” he snaps. “God, you're fucking useless.”

He yanks Lest forward, slapping his cock against Lest’s cheeks. Lest’s mouth drops open with a strained gasp, allowing Leon to shove his cock right in. Lest gags as a sharp, pungent scent fills his nostrils, spit dribbling from the corners of his mouth.

“Use your tongue to get it wet,” Leon says, tightening his grip in Lest’s hair.

Fighting back his disgust, Lest flicks his tongue over the tip. The flavor is salty and unpleasant, rank with the stench of sweat. Lest scrunches his nose and tries to push forward, ignoring the pit of discomfort in his stomach.

“Relax your jaw,” Leon growls. “If you bite me, the deal is off.”

Lest obliges, opening his mouth just wide enough to avoid scraping Leon. He doesn’t like taking orders from this jackass, but the faster he makes Leon cum, the sooner this will be over. He swirls his tongue around the shaft, coating it with as much saliva as possible before leaning back to take a breath.

Unfortunately, Leon seems to have other ideas. He grips Lest by the back of his neck, preventing him from pulling away.

“Keep going,” Leon demands, pushing Lest back onto his cock. His long nails bite into Lest’s scalp like tiny daggers, threatening to draw blood if he disobeys.

Lest draws in a breath through his nose. He’d rather go at his own pace, but he isn’t in a position to complain. It’s better to do it himself than to resist and make a scene. He wets his lips and takes Leon deeper, trying not to choke as it presses up against his palate.

“You look good like this,” Leon smirks, running his hand through Lest’s hair. “Keep going.”

Lest’s cheeks burn with shame. He doesn’t want to think about how pathetic he must look right now. The mental image of himself naked, on his knees, lips wrapped around Leon’s thick cock – it’s more than enough to make his stomach churn. He presses his thighs together, huffing around Leon’s dick until his body cools down. It’ll be over soon, he tells himself – all he needs to do is make Leon cum.

Shifting his weight onto his knees, Lest starts bobbing his head a little faster. A bitter substance leeches into his mouth each time he takes Leon deeper, masking the musky taste of his cock. Leon groans and runs his hands through Lest’s hair, bucking into Lest’s mouth in time with his movements. Surprisingly, Lest finds that he doesn’t mind it. The new flavor makes sucking Leon’s cock a lot more manageable, and he finds himself lapping at the tip for more. He reaches a hand up absentmindedly, curling his fingers around the base of Leon’s cock.

Leon curses beneath his breath. His cock twitches in Lest’s mouth, spurting a little extra precum over his tongue as a reward. Lest moans and pumps his fist a few more times, shivering as the fluid fills his mouth.

“Enjoying yourself, slut?”

Leon’s voice comes out rough and winded, though his taunting tone remains all the same. Lest glares up at him, unamused. He swallows down a mouthful of precum before pushing himself off Leon’s cock.

“Don’t… don’t fucking kid yourself,” he spits. He lowers his head and licks a stripe up Leon’s cock. “You taste terrible.”

He mouths at the side of it, scraping his teeth against the sensitive skin. The act drags a pained groan from Leon’s chest, and Lest can’t help but smirk triumphantly. It’s what he deserves, for making Lest humiliate himself like this.

“Fuck,” Leon hisses, grabbing his head. “You’re a real brat, you know that?”

He feeds the tip of his cock between Lest’s lips and shoves his head back down. Lest chokes as Leon’s cock hits the back of his throat, a hot rush of saliva spilling down the front of his chin. Leon smirks and ruts his hips forward again.

“I think I like you much better with your mouth full,” he says, running his fingers through Lest’s damp hair. “Now be a good girl and take it deeper.”

Lest draws in a deep breath to prepare himself, but nearly gags as the thick scent of Leon’s musk fills his lungs. This is the last thing he wants to do right now – but what choice does he have? He has to continue. To… to suck Leon’s cock. He bobs his head hesitantly, smearing his spit down the rest of Leon’s shaft with his fist.

“Hurry up or I'll shove it down myself,” Leon growls, his voice low and throaty.

Shuddering, Lest pushes himself to take it deeper. He tries his hardest – he really does. But the corners of his lips sting when he starts to swallow, and sharp pangs of discomfort shoot through his already burning cheeks. This is as far as he can go – the rest is too thick for him to reach. He gazes up at Leon, waiting for his guidance.

“You can’t do anything on your own, can you,” Leon snarls, yanking Lest off his dick. “Here. Get it wet with your tongue and we'll try again.”

Lest hastily swirls his tongue around the tip, coating it with all the saliva still left in his mouth. As soon as he's done, Leon grabs him by the back of the head and pushes him down. The muscles in Lest’s throat seize up as Leon’s cock presses against his uvula. Lest sputters, tears springing to his eyes. He tries to shake his head, to pull away, to tell Leon it's just not possible. But with his mouth full of Leon’s cock, there’s nothing he can do. Lest peeks up at Leon through wet eyelashes, silently begging him for mercy.

Wait…

Leon slams his cock against the back of Lest’s throat, forcing it down his esophagus. Tears spill down Lest’s cheeks as he gags around the intrusion, his hands flying to Leon’s hips in a half-hearted attempt to push them away.

“Swallow,” Leon commands. “Relax your throat.”

Lest can't remember how to do either. A fire burns in his mouth, his cheeks, his lungs. He can’t breathe. His chest heaves, but the thick head of Leon’s cock is in the way. He tries to make some room by wiggling his tongue around, but Leon’s heavy shaft pins it to the bottom of his mouth.

Fuck.

Leon’s cock is so big that he can’t do anything without thinking about it. Try to inhale, and he can smell it. Blink, and it’s right in front of him. Whether Lest looks up or down or straight ahead, Leon’s cock always remains in his field of vision, taunting him. Lest shivers and rubs his thighs together, trying not to think about how he’s lacking.

Leon clicks his tongue loudly and kicks Lest’s knees apart.

“Keep those legs spread, slut,” he growls. “Let me see your pussy.”

Lest’s throat closes up in protest, his shoulders shaking with an audible sob. He doesn’t want Leon to look at it – to look at him. The tears are flowing freely now, mixing with his spit and salting Leon’s cock. His body burns beneath the scrutiny, utterly humiliated.

“Now that's a good expression,” Leon whistles, pushing back Lest’s bangs. “I could get used to seeing you like this.”

Leon crams his slimy cock down Lest’s gullet, choking him until he starts to sputter. Drops of spit fly from the gaps between his lips, spraying onto the floor and wetting the rest of Leon’s cock.

“That's right, good girl,” Leon groans, bucking his hips forward. “Gag on my cock. Bet you want one just like it, huh?”

Lest whimpers, scrunching his eyes shut. He can’t even deny the accusation. He's always fantasized about having a penis of his own. Never something this large, though, and definitely not as thick. Leon’s cock goes beyond his wildest dreams. It shouldn’t be possible, a dick this big – but it is, and it's sliding down his throat. Want ripples through Lest like wildfire, filling his stomach with a palpable heat.

“You might as well worship it with your tongue,” Leon sneers. “After all, this might be the closest you'll ever get to the real thing.”

Lest can’t help but moan and dig his nails into Leon’s hips. He hates that Leon’s right. He’s never touched a dick before, and now he's close enough to taste it – literally. Maybe this wouldn’t be so terrible if he was on the receiving end of it. Lest hollows his cheeks and swallows harshly, drinking down a mouthful of Leon’s bitter precum.

“You’re so greedy for it,” Leon murmurs, running his fingers through Lest’s hair. “Almost like you wanted to be my bitch.”

Lest gags. And gags again. Nevermind trying to enjoy this – Leon’s presence makes it wholly impossible. He loathes Leon right now, resents him so much that it's hard for him to breathe. Spit bubbles at Lest’s lips as he gags a third time, his jaw threatening to dislocate if it stretches any further.

Leon chuckles and tightens his grip, holding Lest’s head still as he rocks his hips forward. His cock slides deeper, scorching Lest’s esophagus.

“God, your throat gets so tight when you choke,” Leon moans. “Makes me wanna cum straight down it.”

Lest’s body tenses, and a few drops of fluid dribble down his inner thigh. It must be sweat, he tells himself. There's no way he's getting wet from having his windpipe crushed by another man’s cock. He would never enjoy something so humiliating. Never.

Never, never, never…

His mind feels foggy as the hard, bulbous mass at the base of Leon’s dick bumps against his lips. Lest lets out a choked whimper, trying desperately to breathe through his nose. Any further, and his lips will split at the seams. His heart pounds against his ribcage like a hummingbird's, nearly jumping out of his throat. Leon draws his hips backwards with an icy grin, brushing his chilly fingers against Lest’s flushed cheeks.

“I hope you're enjoying this as much as I am,” he says, gripping Lest’s head with both hands.

Lest doesn’t even get a chance to glare at Leon before the cock in his mouth bucks forward. The muscles in his throat instinctively go to close up – but they’re so sore from swallowing that they can’t even spasm. Leon takes the opportunity to shove Lest’s head all the way down, forcing his nose against the wiry hair surrounding the base of his cock. His musky scent fills Lest’s nostrils again, renewing the shame in his belly and the heat in his hole. Lest tries to shove Leon away, but his hips just won't stop moving.

In, out, in, out – wet smacking sounds fill the room as Leon’s balls slap against Lest’s chin. Lest’s vision blurs, and the world starts to spin. He can’t breathe, can’t think, can’t resist. His tongue feels like it’ll fall off at any minute now, so numb he can barely even feel it in his mouth. Leon’s cock twitches in his throat, forcing him to moan.

“I’m close,” Leon warns.

Lest sobs, snot bursting from his nose. It’s almost over. His chest burns and his face hurts and his head feels like it’s about to explode – but it’s almost over. Once Leon finishes, Lest will never have to do this again. He can walk free knowing Leon won’t tell a single soul about his secret. It’ll be okay soon, he knows it. He just needs to endure this for a little while longer. How long, he doesn’t know, but –

Leon rips his cock out of Lest’s mouth and shoves it against his face. Cum shoots onto Lest’s face in piping hot ropes, spilling down his cheeks and getting into his hair. Lest gasps and squints his eyes shut, his sore tongue flopping out of his mouth.

“Good bitch,” Leon groans, reaching down to grasp himself.

He slots his cock between Lest’s lips and gives it a few shaky pumps. A warm, sticky fluid spurts onto Lest’s tongue, coating the insides of his mouth with a bittersweet taste.

Lest sighs through his nose. Finally. It feels so good to be done with this. He slurps the cum down in quick, audible gulps, lapping at the tip of Leon’s cock until it stops leaking.

Leon pulls away slowly, still stroking himself. A few drops of drool and cum spill from Lest’s lips, splattering against the floor.

“Not bad,” he pants, smirking down at Lest. “Though I think your technique could use a bit of work.”

Lest scowls and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. His entire body feels grimy after all that effort, and the gunk in his hair is already starting to crust up in the steam. He’s going to need a long shower once he gets back to the castle – and hopefully, the steaming hot water will wash away the nagging sensation between his thighs, too.

“I don’t want to hear that from you,” he spits, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. “Look, if we're done here, I'm going home.”

Head still spinning, he stumbles to his feet. Where the hell is his towel? He tries to step away, but a sharp prickle in his foot makes his knees buckle. He nearly crumples to the ground once more – but Leon swoops in to catch him just in time.

“Woah there,” Leon says, helping him to his feet. “You don’t look so hot. Maybe you should rest in my room until you feel better.”

Lest’s spine stiffens. He doesn’t need Leon’s handouts, not when this is all his fault in the first place.

“Thanks, but I'm fine,” he says, glancing towards the exit. “I really should get home before midnight.”

He pushes himself away, but the circulation in his legs still hasn’t returned. Leon reels him back into his embrace, preventing him from moving forward.

“All the more reason for you to stay with me,” Leon drawls, stroking a hand down Lest’s back. “I wouldn’t want anyone taking advantage of you. What if they find out about your dirty little secret?”

He slides his hand lower, running his fingers over Lest’s wet folds.

“Look at yourself,” he continues. “They wouldn’t even need to prepare you – they could just bend you over and shove right in. You wouldn’t want that to happen, now would you?”

Two warm fingers circle his entrance, and Lest feels his mind go blank. He tries to squirm away, but his feet stay glued to the floor.

“N – No…” Lest gasps, clutching Leon’s arms to stabilize himself. “I… I don’t… how would they even know about…”

Leon presses inwards, slipping his fingertips past Lest’s entrance. Lest moans and crumples into Leon’s chest, his knees knocking together as pleasure soars through him.

“It’s obvious just from looking at you,” Leon coos, slowly teasing his fingers in and out. “You’re all worked up from sucking my cock, hm? Why don’t you let me take care of your little problem? I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

A flash of anger sears through Lest’s core, and he bats Leon’s hand away.

“I said no already,” Lest snaps, trying to pull himself free. “Just… just stop it, Leon. Let me go – or else.”

“Or else what? You’re going to push me away… how, with those scrawny little arms?” Leon’s smile grows dangerously wide. “You don’t put up much of a fight, for someone with so much experience. I could take you if I wanted to – right here, right now.”

Lest’s blood runs cold. “…That’s not what we agreed upon.”

“Actually, I didn’t agree to anything – not explicitly, at least,” Leon chuckles, drawing his fingers through Lest’s matted hair. “And even if I did… do you really think a blowjob would be enough for me to keep your secret? You do realize I’m the one who decides when you’ve fulfilled your end of the deal. If I say I want more – you give me it. Understood?”

This fucking bastard.

“Fine,” Lest spits through clenched teeth. “I'll do what you want, just… just promise me you won’t tell anyone. This arrangement needs to stay between us – and if anyone finds out about it… I’ll… I’ll…”

Leon leans forward with a laugh. Lest recoils as something soft and warm brushes against his cheek. He bites back the urge to dry heave, digging his nails into the meat of his palms as Leon presses kisses along his sore jaw.

“You don’t need to threaten me, sweetheart,” Leon purrs, his voice low and syrupy. “As long as you do as I say, your secret is safe with me.”

He slaps Lest’s ass before pulling away, a wolfish grin spreading across his face. The skin on the back of Lest’s neck prickles, and he presses his legs together just to hide himself.

“Now that we’re on the same page…” Leon folds his arms in front of his chest, looking Lest up and down. “Go wash yourself up. I'll wait for you to finish before I head in myself – wouldn’t want to get distracted and fuck you in there. That would be quite unbecoming, for our first time.”

A first time implies more to follow – which is the exact opposite of what Lest wants. Unfortunately, from the way this is going, it’s seeming more and more likely that this will be a common occurrence.

Resigning himself to his fate, Lest lets out a deep sigh. “Do I have to wait for you in the changing room when I'm done?”

“No need,” Leon says, waving his hand dismissively. “Just go to my room and make yourself comfortable. If anyone sees you walking in, tell them you're there to pick up a spell.”

It’s not too far-fetched, considering how often Lest uses staves. “Got it.”

“Good.” Leon smacks Lest’s ass again, forcing him to yelp and stumble forward. “Now hurry up and shower, before I fuck you on the floor.”

Lest shoots him a dirty look and scurries towards the showers.

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Lest is halfway up the stairs to Leon’s room when he starts to have thoughts about escaping.

He’d be lying if he said he wasn't scared of having sex. It's not like he goes around screwing people left and right – in fact, he'd never done anything more than necking before Leon forced him to his knees and made him beg. The thought of sex has always been rather unpleasant to him – so giving his body up to Leon of all people is… well, nauseating. He can't say he truly hates Leon yet, even after such a horrible experience – but that doesn’t mean he's fine with just rolling over and letting this happen to him.

Lest sighs as he approaches the door. He really should run away, shouldn’t he? No matter what he does, Leon will take something from him. There's no turning back once he gives himself up – no erasing the stains this will leave on his body. He'll remember everything, even if he washes it away. The itch in his throat is proof of that, still there after two of those lozenges he swiped from the front desk.

But even though the thought of having sex with Leon terrifies him, being outed to everyone in Selphia is even worse. Who knows what they'll say about him? What they'll do to him? If they all react like Leon, he’ll have no one left to turn to. Having to start from scratch once was already difficult enough – he doesn’t know if he can rebuild his life a second time, especially after this. Even if he travels across the nation, Selphia’s tourism industry is large enough that it’s possible the gossip will follow him.

Hands trembling, Lest reaches for the doorknob.

He doesn’t want to go in. He doesn’t want to give himself up like this. But it’s better than the alternative, isn’t it? Maybe, if he’s lucky, Leon will get bored of this arrangement within the next week. At least then he’ll only have to do this kind of thing once in a while, which is a far greater comfort than the ambiguous “whenever” Leon so graciously suggested at the start of this arrangement.

Lest swallows his pride and steps into Leon’s room. It’s surprisingly neat, save for the open bottle of wine sitting on the console. Lest recorks it before kicking off his socks and shoes, crumpling into Leon’s bed with a loud yawn. His aching muscles yearn for the sweet release of sleep, but the fear of Leon catching him off guard keeps him from fully drifting off. Still, he closes his eyes, trying to get as much rest as he can before Leon arrives and takes advantage of him.

Just as he’s relaxing into a distant dream, a thought nags at his consciousness. What if Leon decides not to use protection? Lest’s pretty sure all his equipment remains fully functional, even if he can’t remember the last time he used it. He doesn’t even want to think about what would happen if he got pregnant – but unfortunately, it’s something he has to consider now that Leon’s going to…

Lest buries his face into Leon’s pillow. All of this worrying is making his chest sting. He draws in a deep breath to ground himself, running his hands over the embroidered sheets. The fabric smells faintly of expensive incense – the same kind he’d caught Arthur burning in his office a couple days ago. Lest wonders where they get it imported from – and if it’s possible for him to use the trade routes to escape.

It’s not a good idea, considering their trade partners would certainly recognize him. People will talk – and boy, does Leon have sharp ears.

The sound of the door opening ties Lest’s stomach into a thousand knots. He pushes himself upright just in time to spot Leon waltzing into the room. Leon’s lips quirk into a smile when he spots Lest sitting on his bed.

“Last chance to run,” he teases, holding the door open for Lest.

For a second, Lest wants to leap to his feet and sprint out the door. But Leon’s heavy gaze pins his limbs to the mattress, and Lest can only watch helplessly as the door slowly swings shut behind him. The lock clicks with a dreadful finality, setting Lest’s fate in stone.

“I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long,” Leon says. “I had to grab something for you.”

Lest swallows and tears his eyes away, pointedly avoiding Leon’s smug, punchable face. It’s only then he notices the small plastic bag in Leon’s right hand – and the hot pink phallus printed on its side.

“Did you… go to a sex shop?” Lest asks, furrowing his brow. “Don’t… don’t you think that’s a little too much? I mean… this is my first…”

He trails off. Is it really his first time doing something like this? He can’t really remember, given his amnesia. But virginity is just a social construct anyway. Maybe he shouldn’t be so nervous, considering he just sucked Leon’s dick.

“Don’t freak out, I just went to get some supplies,” Leon laughs, setting the bag down on his vanity. He rummages around a little bit before fishing out a pack of condoms. “Not sure how effective these will be, but I hope it’s enough to soothe your worries.”

Lest’s shoulders relax slightly, but he doesn’t drop his guard just yet. There’s still a small bundle of something at the bottom of that bag, and Lest has a sneaking suspicion that he’s not going to like it very much. He presses his legs together and tries not to think about what’s inside.

“Um… thanks,” he mumbles, looking away. At least he doesn’t have to worry about pregnancy – though he should still ask Jones for the pill tomorrow, just to be safe. “So, uh… what did you want me to do?”

“Stand up and strip for me,” Leon demands.

Lest climbs to his feet. For once, he's grateful that the inn's lockers are too small to fit his chestplate. He'd left it at home to make changing easier – and though his get-up feels incomplete without it, taking it off is always far too inconvenient for his liking. He unbuckles his toolbelt and rolls his pants and boxers down to his ankles, stepping out of them as he reaches for the hem of his top. Leon clicks his tongue, clearly disappointed.

“Shame you don’t wear panties,” he comments, eyeing Lest’s crotch.

Lest rolls his eyes and pulls his tunic over his head. The last piece of clothing tumbles to the floor, revealing his naked body.

“Most guys wouldn’t,” he shrugs, folding his tunic over his arm. He bends down to gather up the rest of his clothes, ignoring how his skin prickles beneath Leon’s ravenous gaze.

“I don’t see how that applies to you,” Leon drawls, leering at his crotch.

Lest inhales deeply. “I told you already – I’m not a girl.”

Leon’s flippant laugh stings harsher than any words ever could. “Where's your dick to prove it?”

He cups his cock through his robe, smirking as he strokes himself to attention. Lest crosses his legs and turns the other way, trying not to feel self-conscious. Sure, his t-dick may not measure up to the real thing – but that doesn't make him any less of a man.

Right?

“L-Look, let’s just agree to disagree,” Lest stammers, covering his crotch with the bundle of clothes. “Arguing is a waste of our time, and I wanna get this over with by tomorrow morning.”

There's no point in trying to explain himself. Leon has no intention of respecting his boundaries – much less his gender.

“Well said,” Leon says smugly. “Though I’m sure you’ll be begging me to continue once I’m done with you. Give your clothes here, and I’ll show you a good time.”

Lest hesitantly hands Leon his clothes. “You’re not gonna do anything weird with them, right?”

Leon shoots him a shit-eating grin. “Of course not. Now hurry up and get on the bed. I want you on all fours – show me that pretty little pussy.”

Lest scrunches his nose but obliges, turning around and crawling onto the bed. The air feels cold against his wet hole – but without his clothes, there’s nothing he can do to cover himself. He hears a drawer slide open and shut, then the sound of footsteps padding across the room. He presses his cheek against the mattress, holding his breath as Leon approaches. Is he looking at Lest? Watching him? Being unable to see Leon’s expression makes holding this position feel all the more humiliating.

Suddenly, the footsteps stop behind him. He hears a soft, inquisitive hum – close enough to rattle Lest’s bones. A warm hand brushes against the back of his thigh, sliding all the way up to his ass. Lest shivers and turns his head slightly, muffling his gasp into the sheets.

“Are you sensitive here?” Leon asks. His other hand reaches up to spread Lest’s asscheeks apart, exposing his hole to the night air. Lest shivers and balls his hands into fists.

“N…No,” he lies through his teeth.

Leon hums, clearly unconvinced. He draws his right thumb over Lest’s asshole, stretching the skin to the side. “Your ass is quite loose, compared to most. Do you touch yourself here?”

The hole flutters open beneath his touch, revealing the warm pink of Lest’s inner walls. Leon presses his other thumb into the ring, prying it open with both hands. Lest moans and pulls his thighs together, trying to tighten it back up. A warm fluid beads at his front hole, dribbling down his left thigh.

“Answer me,” Leon demands. “You touch yourself here, don't you? Like a real boy would.”

He pops his thumb back out, tracing a circle around Lest’s loosened rim. Lest gasps and bucks his hips, curling his toes as a jolt of pleasure rushes through him.

“Y-Yes,” he whimpers shamefully, the heat in his stomach rising to a rolling boil.

The knot in Lest’s chest loosens as Leon pulls his thumbs away – but it isn't over quite yet. Leon’s hands slide down, massaging Lest’s thighs apart to reveal his front hole.

“I don’t suppose you use your cunt very often,” Leon quips, spreading it open with his fingers. “A pity you neglect it, considering its only purpose.”

His finger presses into Lest, gently pulling him open. Lest’s thighs quake as a warmth fills his belly, and he turns his head to muffle another moan into the sheets. He's never had a reason to touch his front hole before, but this… something about the sensation is oddly satisfying, like it's quenching a thirst that he never noticed before. It makes him want to reach down and rub himself. He uncurls his right hand from the sheets and snakes it between his thighs, hovering.

“Please,” he chokes.

The bed dips as Leon rests his knee on the mattress.

“Please what?” he whispers, breath dancing across Lest’s skin.

“I… I don’t know,” Lest pants. His head feels funny. So does his body. Every breath comes slow and sluggish, and his limbs feel like they're made of bricks. Lest almost thinks he's been drugged – but that’s just not possible, considering he hasn't eaten anything for hours. It must be the exhaustion catching up to him.

Leon hums contemplatively as he works another finger in. It’s a tight fit, the two digits, especially when Lest is wound up like this. But Lest’s hole is wet enough to ease its way, and soon the digits are wiggling alongside each other, ready to pry him open for a third. Leon thrusts his fingers in at an angle, curling them against a spot that makes Lest see stars. Lest whines and rocks his hips back, the tingling sensation in his core momentarily overwriting his capacity for shame.

“Wow, you're sensitive,” Leon muses, crooking his fingertips against that same bundle of nerves.

Lest moans and grinds his hips backwards. He's not even thinking about how lewd he must look until Leon chuckles and grips his hips to stop him.

“Your enthusiasm is cute, but I need you to hold still for a second,” he says. His fingers prod a little deeper, scraping against Lest’s walls.

Lest bites back a gasp as a familiar tingle of magic sweeps through him. He tries to wiggle away, but it twists deep in his gut, violating him. Lest whines and lets his head spill forward, clawing at the sheets to calm himself.

“What the hell are you doing?” he pants, glaring at Leon over his shoulder.

“Just evaluating your virginity,” Leon grins, tucking his fingers a little deeper. “I'm surprised you've never even kissed someone before. Not a fan of romance, I take it?”

Shame stings Lest’s cheeks, and he averts his gaze. “I – I’ve never been interested in that kind of thing…”

“Then I hope you don’t mind if I steal all your firsts,” Leon chuckles, pulling his hand away. “Not that your opinion really matters, of course. By the time I'm done training you, you won’t want to resist.”

“Training me?” Anxiety nags at Lest’s stomach. “What… what exactly do you mean by that?”

Leon slides off the bed. “Get up and I'll show you.”

Lest hesitantly untangles his fingers from the sheets. He scoots backwards until his feet hit the cold wooden floor, trying not to tremble as he pushes himself upright. Everything will be just fine, he tells himself. Sex can’t possibly be that bad, right? Otherwise, people wouldn’t have sex just for fun.

The sound of rustling plastic draws his attention. Lest slowly turns around to look at Leon – only to come face-to-face with a hot pink g-string dangling right in front of his nose.

“I want you to wear this,” Leon says, grinning down at him through the g-string's legholes. “What do you think?”

“Um…” Grasping the garment in his hands, Lest spreads it out in front of him to get a better look. “It seems a bit… revealing. Don’t you have anything else?”

“Don’t worry,” Leon says, holding out the plastic bag. “It comes in a set.”

Lest peeks inside and immediately wrinkles his nose. “…This is women's clothing, isn’t it?”

He doesn’t even know how to wear half these things. Sure, the hot pink miniskirt looks easy enough to step into – but he can’t even tell what the other bundle is supposed to be. It looks like a highlighter vomited over a bad game of cat’s cradle, with so many connecting straps that it makes his head spin just looking at it.

“Why does it matter so much to you?” Leon asks, quirking an eyebrow. “You’ll be taking it off once we're done here anyway.”

Lest glances at the bag, then at the g-string still clasped in his hands.

“Fine,” he groans, reaching in to grab both items. Why, of all colors, did Leon have to pick the most garish highlighter pink? If it has to be a shade of pink, he’d choose a pastel one, instead of… this. He sets the garments to the side and bends down to loop the g-string over his legs.

“You forgot something,” Leon says, shaking the bag to get his attention.

Lest pauses and peeks back inside. A pair of matching stripper heels sits at the bottom of the bag, swimming in a sea of unopened condoms and lube packets. He fishes them out with a long, deep sigh, hoping Leon won't make him walk across the room.

“Is that all for now?” he asks, trying to keep the exasperation out of his voice.

“It should be.” Leon sets the bag back onto the vanity and leans back against the wall. “Alright, go ahead and get dressed for me.”

Tuning Leon out, Lest looks down at the garment in his hands. It's hard to tell which holes are for his legs and which is for his hips, but eventually, he manages to piece it out. He glides the skinny straps over his legs, pulling them up until they rest against his hip bones. The back string wedges between his buttocks when he bends over to grab the skirt, rubbing harshly against his asshole. He bites his lower lip, stifling a moan.

This is going to be a long night.

The miniskirt turns out to be a micro-miniskirt, just barely long enough to cover his crotch. Half of his ass is still exposed, but there's nothing he can do about it without hiking up the front instead. Deciding it's not worth his time, he slips on the heels and turns his attention to the final monstrosity.

…What the hell even is this thing? He smoothes the straps out and holds it up to his chest. It looks vaguely like a bra, but there’s no padded cups or underwire for breast support – just a few straps that frame his nipples. He shrugs the garment on, but feels no less exposed.

“I, um… I'm not sure if this is right…” Lest says awkwardly, covering his breasts with one arm. “Could you give me a hand?”

Leon licks his lips. His eyes rake over Lest’s hitching chest, following the curve of his hip to where the g-string's pink straps peek out above his skirt.

“I think you look fine,” he purrs, tail swishing eagerly behind him. “Come here and let me touch you.”

Lest tugs his skirt down and hobbles forward, his whole body burning with every step. His legs won’t stop shaking, and it’s not just because he’s wearing heels. Something about this outfit makes him feel even more naked than before – like he’s nothing but a slab of raw meat, all dressed up and ready to be consumed. Leon’s hands brush against the backs of his thighs, taunting him.

“Twirl around for me,” Leon demands, eyes darkening.

Lest lifts his hands above his head and spins around, shivering as his skirt floats up to expose him. He's never felt so scared. So excited. So nauseous. He staggers to a stop and catches his breath, heart racing like it’s ready to run away from him.

Leon grabs his hips and yanks him close, flipping Lest’s skirt up to reveal his damp g-string. He runs his fingers over it, teasing Lest’s dick through the fabric.

“Look at you,” Leon purrs, “all dolled up and ready for my cock. I bet you can't wait to have it inside you, hm?”

Lest whines, bucking his hips. Fuck. This isn’t him, isn't who he is at all. But his brain is so fried that he can't even bring himself to resist. He feels like a toy, like a whore, like a bitch. It's these stupid clothes, making him feel so dirty. His hole is starting to burn from the neglect, and the pressure on his t-dick – fuck, it's making his body sing.

“Please,” he moans quietly, clutching Leon’s robe. He can't believe he's begging for it. Begging for this. He hangs his head shamefully, too embarrassed to look Leon in the eyes.

His voice must not be loud enough, because Leon’s hand retreats a few moments later, sliding up Lest’s abdomen to toy with his chest. Lest can’t even bring himself to complain about the sudden switch-up – there's not enough room in his brain to truly process what's going on.

“How does this feel?” Leon asks, rolling Lest’s nipples between his fingers.

It doesn’t feel much like anything at first, but after a few seconds, Lest’s nipples start to perk up. The more Leon rubs, the more sensitive they feel – sending little sparks of warmth through his already tingling chest. Focusing so much on them is making Lest's head feel funny. He swallows harshly, trying to rid himself of the lump in his throat.

“It’s… strange,” Lest pants, furrowing his brow. “I… I feel dizzy. Like I'm gonna pass out.”

“Maybe this will make you feel better,” Leon says.

He pulls two small silicone clothespins from his pocket, gently clipping them onto Lest’s nipples. A pit of dread opens up beneath Lest’s feet, and he can’t bear to look down as he drops into it. He lifts his head just a tad – but a single glimpse into those unfeeling eyes has him wrenching his own shut. Better not to see at all, he thinks, than to bear witness to his own destruction.

But even a lack of sight cannot rend him completely unfeeling. Through the darkness comes a distant click, and the clips hum to life with a high-pitched whir. Lest keels forward as the vibrations rumble through his chest, clutching Leon’s sleeves to stabilize himself.

“I – I don’t think this is helping,” he stammers out. His skin crawls beneath Leon’s ravenous gaze, desperate to run away from him.

Leon hums, pushing out his lower lip in a display of mock concern.

“Maybe you should lay down,” he suggests, tucking his arms behind Lest. “Here, let’s get you to bed.”

Without any further warning, he reaches down and sweeps Lest off his feet. Lest squeals as his world lurches sideways, heels lashing helplessly at the open air. The room folds over and on top of itself, a kaleidoscope of lights dancing before his eyes.

“Put me down!” he shouts, though it's more a knee-jerk reaction than an actual protest.

Leon marches forward and dumps him onto the bed. Warm hands pin Lest’s shoulders against the mattress, dragging down his collarbones and over the peaks of his chest. Lest jolts as the clips tighten around his nipples, a broken cry tearing its way through his chest.

“Ah,” he gasps, “ah, ah, aaah –”

It's not just the clips that are buzzing anymore – his thoughts, too, have been thrown in a blender. His mind is empty, reduced to static. Leon grasps Lest’s knees and yanks them apart, leering at the wetness between his thighs.

“Still feeling bad?” Leon croons, a cheeky grin spreading from ear to ear.

Lest opens his mouth to respond, but all that comes out is a shaky moan. Leon tips his head down and presses his nose against Lest’s neck, tongue flicking out to taste him. The warm, wet feeling makes Lest squirm and squint his eyes, heat prickling beneath his skin like a freshly opened wound.

“N… Not really,” Lest finally chokes, pulling the front of his skirt down to cover his crotch. His lungs are on fire, shooting out steaming air with every shaky breath he takes.

Long, bony fingers wind around Lest’s wrist, gently moving it to the side. The scarlet ceiling melts into the walls, and Lest’s heart thunders harder, spurred on by the vibrations in his chest. He feels so small, so helpless, so insignificant. His strength, his training, his accolades – none of them have any meaning when he's beneath Leon. Every piece of his identity – of his soul – is laid bare right now, and Leon’s hands are creeping closer, ready to break him.

“I'm scared,” Lest whispers.

“It’s okay,” Leon coos, “I'll be gentle.”

Lest’s tongue turns to molasses as Leon’s finger slips beneath his g-string. He can’t remember how to scream. He doesn’t know if he wants to. Maybe he should just shut up and spread his legs, let Leon use him until he’s satisfied. It would be easier than struggling, than fretting over this.

Lest’s t-dick twitches as Leon tucks his g-string to the side. It's dripping with wetness already, having marinated in his slick this whole time. Leon rubs his fingers over the nub and watches Lest’s hips flinch in retaliation.

“Ah!” Lest clutches the sheets as sparks fly before his eyes. “L – Leon…”

“Moaning my name already, are we?” Leon’s gaze threatens to devour him, a black hole encroaching upon a fallen star. “Looks like your training is moving right along.”

Lest doesn’t get a chance to respond before Leon’s fingers plunge into his aching heat. They scorch his sweet spot with a perfectly angled thrust, sucking him beyond the event horizon without so much as a single warning. Lest’s jaw drops around a silent scream, hips bucking helplessly into the touch. Only when the warmth withdraws does he finally start to recollect himself – and even then, all he can manage is a pitiful squeak.

“Please…”

Laughter echoes in his ears as Leon leans over him. Another hand brushes against Lest’s chest, pushing him against the bed. Lest squeaks as the clasps around his nipples tighten, chest jolting like the air’s been kicked out of it. The sting of pain should really temper the pleasure – but instead the heat rears its head with a vengeance, sparking through his veins like a wildfire.

This isn’t good, Lest thinks, gritting his teeth. Sweat drips from his brow with every heave of his chest, but it does nothing to stave off the warmth washing over his skin. He plants his heels against the mattress to ground himself, curling his toes as hard as he can. It’s not enough. There’s nothing to tether him to this world right now, and he can feel his mind slowly drifting away.

“Why don’t you just give in already,” Leon’s voice purrs, ringing in his ears. “It’ll feel so much better once you let yourself go.”

Vibrations rumble through Lest’s chest like rolling thunder. The sheets wick the moisture from his shoulder blades as his back arches up off the bed, sticking to his skin in all the wrong places. Every curl of Leon’s fingers sows a craving deep inside him, leaves his hole dripping wet and pulsing for more. His skin prickles and thrums where the vibrations spill over it, growing warm and achy from the constant attention.

“What – what do you mean,” he pants, voice cracking as another digit glides into him.

The pressure in his core is unbearable. How is he supposed to breathe with his hole stuffed so full? And to think his body’s made to take more than this… Lest shivers as Leon’s fingers work him open, clenching his jaw until his gums start to throb.

“You want this, don’t you?” Leon whispers. “You want to cum for me like a good little bitch, get your pussy wet and ready for my cock.”

Lest gasps and clenches down. He doesn’t… he shouldn’t want this. But his thoughts keep sliding away from him, little more than a distant hum beyond the horizon. Pleasure drums through his core with each of Leon’s thrusts, easily drowning out his inner voice.

“Fuck, please,” he whines, eyes rolling back in his head. “I – I can’t…”

His throat feels dry as he tries to swallow down his moans. Leon sneers and cranks the vibrations to max, tail lashing against the sheets in anticipation. Lest’s mind soars above the clouds as the ecstasy finally overwhelms his inexperienced body. He cums there, at Leon’s mercy, hips twisting and quaking violently in a fruitless attempt to throw Leon off him.

“There we go,” Leon coos, voice washing over Lest like rushing water. “That’s my good bitch.”

Lest opens his mouth to scream – but he can't hear a thing over the ringing in his ears. Leon shushes him with a kiss, pressing their mouths together until Lest slumps silently against the sheets.

“Shhh, it’s okay,” Leon murmurs into his mouth. “You’ll learn to like this – eventually. I'm sure it’ll feel much better once you're cumming on my cock instead.”

Lest’s hole shudders as Leon slides his fingers free, squirting one last stream over his already slippery thighs. Lest whimpers and digs his nails into the mattress, realizing just how ruined he is. He's never going to live this down – not if Leon has a say in it.

“I think you're ready for me now,” Leon says, ice blue eyes peering into Lest’s own. His hot breath spills across Lest’s lips, filling his nostrils with the sweet scent of cinnamon.

Rough hands flip Lest onto his hands and knees, dragging him back by the hips. Something hard, warm, and wet grapples between his thighs. Lest doesn’t need to look down to know what it is. That impossibly large, beast-like dick… the memory alone is enough to make him salivate and lick his sore lips.

“W-Wait,” Lest gasps, “don't… don't put it in…”

Leon’s thick cock glides over his still-dripping folds, gathering his slick along its uncut length. Lest’s spent body quivers, aching from the overstimulation. Tiny bursts of pleasure shoot through Lest, and his forehead thunks against the bed as the room starts to spin. His muscles feel even more exhausted than they did when he first came to the baths – and now, he barely has the mind to resist.

“Hush, now,” Leon growls, flattening his hand between Lest’s shoulder blades. “Not another word, unless you're going to beg for it.”

Lest flinches as the tip of Leon’s cock nudges at his entrance. He doesn’t want this – doesn’t want Leon to… to fuck him. Especially not raw.

Ask him to wear a condom, his brain unhelpfully supplies. Lest’s chest hitches, pushing out a final plea.

“J – Just a second, please,” he stammers out. “I can’t… I don’t want to get pregnant. Could you… will you wear a condom? Please?”

Leon pauses, but doesn’t pull away. “Beg me to breed your pussy, and I'll consider it.”

Lest scrunches his nose. Oh, for fuck’s sake… What is he even supposed to say? He's never even thought about this kind of thing, so how is he supposed to…

“Time’s ticking,” Leon drawls, rutting between Lest’s thighs. His cock presses up against Lest’s stomach, smearing precum all over his navel. “Do you want it or not?”

Lest swallows thickly.

“P-Please…” he whispers shamefully. “Please breed me.”

“Not eager enough,” Leon huffs, audibly scowling. “Try again. Say ‘please, Leon, breed my virgin pussy with your big fat cock!’ – or I'm going to shove it in right now.”

“P-Please breed my…” Lest cringes, “… virgin pussy… with your big fat cock.”

Leon growls. “Again. Like you mean it.”

His cock burrows between Lest’s wet folds, its thick, hot tip shoving at the rim of Lest’s tightly clenched entrance.

“Please!” Lest shouts, fear coursing through him like lightning. “Please breed my virgin pussy with your big fat cock! Please, please –”

Leon’s cock pierces into his gut, robbing him of the ability to speak. Lest gasps as it mashes against his cervix, sharp pain surging through his whole body.

“Well, if you insist,” Leon says mockingly. “Hope you don’t mind if I cum inside you, too.”

Lest tries to protest, but the heel of Leon’s palm digs into his back. The air is squeezed from his lungs in a wheeze, and all he can do is ball his fists into the sheets. Leon’s cock slides back slowly, carefully, stretching his hole so wide that he can barely even think. Wetness rolls down his burning cheeks as it fills him again, his chest rattling with a broken sob.

It's only then Lest realizes that he’s crying.

Lest draws in a shaky breath and tries to stop the flow of tears. He doesn’t want to give Leon another excuse to call him hysterical. This… This is nothing. Sure, he might be wearing the most ridiculous outfit to have ever existed – but clothes are just pieces of fabric, no matter how humiliating they might seem. He's not any less of a man for choosing to let Leon use him like this, even if anyone who stumbles upon this scene might think otherwise.

Leon’s cock thumps against his g-spot, smushing his face into the mattress and distracting him from his inner mantra. Heat crawls up Lest’s spine, filling his stomach until it's about to burst.

“Wait,” Lest whimpers, gripping the sheets, “take – take it out, please – I don’t – mmh! I don’t wanna get pregnant –”

Leon slams his hips forward. His thick, veiny cock leaves no room for Lest to protest, punching the breath from Lest’s lungs in sharp, deliberate strokes. God, it’s so big. Lest feels like he’s going insane.

“Don’t lie to me,” Leon whispers. “I know how much you want this. How much you want me.”

Lest mewls as Leon’s thrusts grow faster. He can hardly remember how he ended up this way – but it doesn’t even matter. Not when his hole is so horribly full. The bulbous head of Leon’s penis hammers against Lest’s sweet spot, slowly grinding his mind to dust.

“How does it feel,” Leon sneers, “to be fucked by a real man's cock?”

Lest can’t respond. His tongue flops out of his mouth when he tries to speak, and all he can manage is a high-pitched moan. His limbs are hot and tingling like static, and the heat in his core – oh, it's so delightful that he can’t pull himself away. He wiggles his hips, pushing himself back onto Leon’s warm cock. Fuck, his whole body feels like it’s melting from the inside out. He clenches down again, still gasping.

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” Leon’s husky voice sets Lest’s body ablaze. “You love it. You love being fucked by my cock.”

“N – No, please…” Darkness blots Lest’s vision, refusing to fade even when he tries to blink it away. “I – uhhh, fuuuck… that’s not… nhhh! Not true – ooh!”

“It is, and you know it,” Leon growls. His hips rock forward, spreading searing heat through Lest’s core. “Deep down, you feel it – right here in your greedy little pussy.”

He reaches down, dragging his fingers along Lest’s swollen clit and drenched folds. His touch is electric, shocking a moan from Lest’s burning lungs. Lest’s hole throbs incessantly, aching as it squeezes Leon tight.

“You’re nothing more than a bitch,” Leon whispers. “Just a wet hole made for taking real men's cocks.”

Lest whines and shakes his head, but he can’t stop the spasms from spilling through him. It’s impossible to stifle his moans of pleasure, to stop his hips from kicking back to meet Leon’s thrusts. He isn’t a bitch. He doesn’t want to be. But if Leon keeps fucking him like this… Lest’s eyes roll back into his skull, and he lets out another high-pitched moan.

Maybe he really is Leon’s bitch.

A delirious giggle bubbles from Lest’s chest. Him? Submitting to another man? What a crazy idea. Something like that is absolutely impossible. No matter how much Leon degrades him, misgenders him, forces him to wear girly outfits like this – Lest will never truly belong to him. Even if Lest keeps moaning and shaking his hips, he’s just pretending to enjoy it, so that this will be over sooner.

Yes, that’s all this really is. Lest shivers and spreads his legs a little wider, groaning as his chest rubs against the sheets. The warmth in Lest’s stomach doesn’t have anything to do with Leon’s big fat dick. It’s satisfaction, from… from knowing he’s won. From knowing he’s fooled Leon into thinking he’s enjoying this. Lest pushes his hips back with a gleeful moan, cunt squeezing tight as his cervix kisses the tip of Leon’s dick.

“That’s right, don’t be shy,” Leon snarls, grinding the heel of his palm into Lest’s back. “Such an eager slut, fucking yourself on my dick.”

The nipple clamps dig into Lest’s tender skin, sending shockwaves through his already trembling body. He tries to squirm away from the vibrations – but his struggling only exacerbates the issue. It's impossible for him to pretend he's not affected by the pleasure, especially with Leon’s monstrous cock still plowing into him. He whines and quivers with every stroke of Leon’s cock, his wet tongue smushing against the sheets.

“P – Please,” Lest breathes, “n – nnh – not so ha – aaah – ard –”

“Quiet, bitch.” Leon’s hair tickles Lest’s shoulders as he leans forward. “I'll use your cunt however I please. You're my bitch now, aren’t you?”

Lest shivers, biting his lip. He doesn’t belong to anyone, least of all Leon, but right now… Leon’s cock splits him open again, forcing him to scrunch his eyes shut.

“Answer me,” Leon growls, breath hot against Lest’s neck. “Who's my needy little bitch?”

“Me,” Lest whimpers, “I'm your – mmh! – your needy little bitch –”

“Lift your hips.”

He does. Leon’s cock slams against his g-spot, further scrambling his mind.

“Higher.”

Lest moans and arches his back, caught up in the waves of bliss. Leon’s cock is his master now, no matter how much he wants to deny it.

“Good bitch,” Leon whispers, stroking Lest’s hair. “You like this, don’t you?”

Drool dribbles from Lest’s mouth as Leon’s cock stretches him past his limits. Lest moans and lets the feeling take him, sticking his tongue out as far as it can go. He knows he’s lost now, that he’s fallen far from grace. Leon will never take him seriously again, now that he knows he can make Lest act like this. But Lest can’t even bring himself to care, not with all the pleasure radiating through him.

“Yes, yes, fuck me,” Lest gasps. “Feels – Feels so good, your cock feels so good inside of me –”

“Do you want to cum?” Leon asks. “Just say the word, and I'll let you.”

Lest whines. He’s so close. His neglected t-dick twitches as Leon shoves into him, blistering heat wracking his body with every rough thrust.

“Please,” Lest begs, “please, Leon – lemme cum, please, I – I need –”

Leon grabs him by the hair and slams his head against the mattress. Lest moans like a bitch as Leon’s cock rams against his sweet spot, sticking his tongue out and panting as fluid squirts down his thighs. His hole pulses in time with his heartbeat, wringing tight around Leon’s warm cock.

“There you go,” Leon pants. “Now it's my turn.”

Before Lest can even register what’s happening, Leon’s dick is sliding into him again. Lest gasps and scrabbles against the sheets, hips convulsing as if struck by lightning. His mind scrambles to recollect itself – but even the simple act of thinking feels like wading through a pit of tar. The thick bulb at Leon’s base grinds against Lest’s wet pussy lips, threatening to spread him wide open.

“You’re squeezing me so tight,” Leon coos. “Does my needy little bitch want more?”

Lest mewls and clenches down around Leon, another stream of slick squirting from his trembling cunt. He's never been so full before, but his body loves it. Craves it, even. The promise of a few more inches fills his hole with a deep curiosity, and he can’t help but whine when Leon slides back to deny him the chance to know it.

“Pleeeease,” Lest moans loudly, drool spilling down his chin. There's no way he’ll be able to look Leon in the eyes after this – but it doesn’t matter. His body yearns to be fucked. To be filled. He can deal with the repercussions later – right now, he needs this.

“Please what?” Leon asks mockingly. “Use your words, bitch.”

“Deeper, deeper – shove your big cock inside of me, stretch me open all the way,” Lest babbles, humping his hips back mindlessly. “Please, please, please –”

“Good girl,” Leon murmurs, nipping at the nape of his neck. His hips grind forward, bullying Lest’s cervix with every thrust. “I knew you'd give in eventually.”

Leon’s cock glides over his sweet spot again and again, forcing his tight hole to spasm around the stretch. Lest groans and wiggles his hips, completely lost to the pleasure. Getting stuffed with cock is borderline addictive, even if he wants to hate it in principle. It's so hot. So delicious. Maybe having a pussy isn't so bad, if it means he can get fucked like this. The thought makes him moan and squirt onto his miniskirt, thoroughly soiling it.

“Gonna knot your cunt,” Leon growls. “Gonna get you pregnant with my pups, make you my permanent breeding bitch.”

Lest’s head spins. Knot? Pups? Something large and bulbous grinds against Lest’s spasming entrance, desperately trying to breach it. Lest’s chest hitches when he realizes what it is. The bulge feels so much bigger now, far more intimidating than it had been in his mouth. His stomach churns at the thought of it filling him – what if it tears him, ruins him from the inside out? Lest reaches back to stop Leon, hand pushing against his thigh.

“W – Wait,” he whimpers, “I'm – too full –”

Leon ignores him, tail thwapping against the mattress as he ruts his hips forward. The thin straps of Lest’s top ride up and over his nipples, dislodging the clamps until the vibrations are but a distant buzz. Lest cringes as the tip of Leon’s cock rams against his cervix, pleasure and pain meshing deep in his gut. He clenches down, equal parts humiliated and aroused.

“Relax,” Leon growls, as if Lest is somehow capable of controlling it.

His sharp nails bite into Lest’s bruised hips, but the sting only makes him squeeze harder.

“I can’t,” Lest chokes, “Leon, please –”

Leon slides a hand to Lest’s front, drawing tiny circles over his clit. Just as Lest's lungs heave with the beginnings of a breath, Leon’s thick cock slams into him. The tip crams past Lest’s loosened cervix, splitting open his womb to make room for the rest of it. Lest opens his mouth to scream – but Leon’s arm snakes around his throat.

“Don’t,” Leon hisses, pulling him into a headlock. “You wouldn’t want anyone to hear you, now would you?”

Lest whimpers, biting his tongue. The pressure against his throat is so distracting that he can’t remember how to breathe. A foggy white haze crawls across his vision, blanking out every thought until the warmth of Leon’s cock is all that remains. His hole weeps as Leon’s knot ruts against it, stuffed so full yet still destined to take more. Lest feels himself slipping under, the fragments of reality sliding away and out of reach.

Then Leon’s knot pops into him, and everything comes rushing back.

The sudden clarity makes Lest’s stomach churn. He clings to the sheets as Leon spills into him, heat bursting through his gut so fast it leaves him heaving. Leon’s knot swells within him, trapping their bodies together before either has the chance to pull away. Lest groans and curls his toes inside his high heels, stomach bloating with Leon’s seed.

Leon turns the nipple clamps off, and the sound of their quiet panting fills the room. Neither moves an inch. Neither says a word. They stay tied together for a few minutes, Leon’s sweaty chest slumped over his back. Lest tries not to think about all the dirty things that he's said in the past hour, but shame spills through his gut as the silence stretches onward. He closes his eyes, utterly humiliated.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, Leon’s knot deflates enough for him to slide free. He rolls off of Lest without a word, leaving him face-down and twitching against the sheets.

Well, fuck. What now?

Lest is too tired to peel himself out of bed – not to mention, he doesn’t even know how to face Leon after… well… this. He'd been so eager to get it over with that he hadn't even thought about how to handle the fallout. Sure, maybe Leon won't tell anyone about his secret – but who can say these sexual favors won't get even more intense? Their arrangement might last forever, if Leon never gets bored of him. The thought of being Leon’s personal sex toy for the rest of his life is enough to make his stomach churn anxiously – but it’s the right choice, he thinks, for preserving his dignity.

Though it certainly doesn't feel that way, now that he thinks about it.

Lest hears a drawer open and close. Something soft whacks him in the head. Lest grunts and pulls the bundle off of him, rolling over to examine it.

“Your clothes,” Leon says.

Lest glances up at Leon, then back down at the bundle in his hands. He unfolds the fabric slowly, checking that each garment is still intact. He’s almost surprised that Leon hadn’t gone out of his way to destroy his boxers with scissors.

“Are… Are we done here?” he asks, voice wavering.

For a second, Lest thinks he almost sees a flash of guilt cross Leon’s face. But it disappears just as quickly as it came, replaced by that unreadable smirk that doesn't reach Leon’s eyes.

“I suppose so,” he says, eyeing Lest up and down. “It would be impolite for me to keep you too long.”

And coming inside me somehow wasn’t? Lest holds his tongue, biting back the urge to lay into him.

“Thanks, I guess,” he spits, balling his hands into fists. The fabric of his cloak crunches beneath his fingers. “Does that mean I can leave?”

Leon’s eyes trail down Lest’s naked body, but Lest pulls his cloak over his crotch. The smug grin that spreads across Leon’s face is almost annoying enough to make Lest glare at him – but even the muscles in his face are too tired to furrow up in response.

“You should probably change out of those clothes first,” Leon suggests. “Unless you want to walk home looking like a third-rate prostitute.”

Lest’s face flushes. “R – Right. Did you want these clothes back, or…?”

“Consider them a gift from me,” Leon says. “You can wear them, throw them away… do whatever you like, I suppose. Personally, though, I think they suit you quite well.”

“I wasn’t asking for your opinion,” Lest huffs, yanking off his top.

The flimsy straps snap with just a tug, and he flings it across the room into the trashbin. He slips off the skirt and g-string too, eager to trade them for a pair of pants. Unfortunately, he doesn’t get to put anything on before Leon stops him.

“Hold on.” Leon fishes something out of his drawer and tosses it onto Lest's lap. “I forgot to give you this. Put it on before you go.”

Lest picks it up slowly. “What is this?”

The main body looks like a large egg, but there's also an adjustable tail at its base. It reminds him of a tadpole, or perhaps a three-dimensional comma with a hollow at the narrow end.

“It’s a vibrator,” Leon explains. “The large end goes inside you, and the notch goes over your clit.”

Lest narrows his eyes. “And why, exactly, are you giving this to me?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Leon crosses his arms and leans against the wall. “One: I don’t want my cum spilling out of you when you're walking back to the castle. Two: it'll make you feel good. And three: I want you to wear it to sleep tonight.”

Lest furrows his brow. “How am I supposed to get any rest with something like this inside me?”

Leon shrugs. “Figure it out. I'll know if you don’t wear it, so don’t even think about taking it off when I'm not around.” He fixes Lest with a smug grin. “Unless you want to get punished, that is.”

Begrudgingly, Lest leans back and pushes the vibrator into himself. He has to clench down to keep it inside – Leon’s knot has left his hole too loose to hold it there on its own. If this is going to become a regular thing, he might need to invest in a tighter pair of boxers to hold the vibrator in place as he walks.

“There,” he pants. “Good?”

Leon smiles and snaps his fingers. The vibrator begins to buzz, filling Lest’s pussy with a deep, rumbly warmth. Lest moans and throws his head back, hips jolting into the air.

“No complaints here,” Leon says, watching him writhe from afar. “Why don’t you get dressed so I can walk you home? I don’t want you stumbling around in the dark.”

Shivering, Lest yanks up his boxers. Slick soaks through the fabric as soon as it touches his cunt, leaving a dark patch of wetness between his thighs. His face burns with shame as he stares down at it, but there's nothing he can do. He's already resigned himself to this fate.

Lest pulls on his pants next. Hopefully, they're thick enough to prevent his fluids from soaking through – though with this stupid vibrator pressed against his sweet spot, it's unlikely they'll survive the whole trek. It occurs to him that he wouldn't have had to worry if he had worn his tunic instead of a shirt – but it’s too late for him to fix it now.

Once he's fully dressed, he drags himself out of bed. The movement makes his cotton shirt scrape against his tender nipples – and, unsurprisingly, he feels a rush of warmth bloom deep in his cunt.

“Shall we go?”

Leon is at Lest’s side again, offering his arm. Lest grasps it with all his might, wobbling forward like a newborn fawn.

“C – Can’t I just use the Escape spell to get home instead?” he asks. “I really don’t think I can walk like this…”

“I suppose that would work,” Leon hums, “but I was looking forward to teasing you.”

“W – What if I cum in the middle of the street?” Lest frowns. “I – I don't want to make a scene this late at night…”

“I suppose you have a point,” Leon sighs. “Fine. Go ahead and do it – but I'm cranking your vibrator to max.”

Lest swallows. “This isn’t the maximum?”

“No,” Leon chuckles. “This is.”

His eyes glow blue, and the rumbling in Lest’s gut intensifies. Lest’s legs buckle as a flash of heat rips through him, slick squirting down his thighs like a geyser. He crumples to the floor with a whimper, humping the air as the vibrator thuds against his sweet spot.

“Ah – ah – aaah,” he gasps, clutching Leon’s arm. “T – Turn it down – please, I already came –”

“The other end isn’t even on yet,” Leon says, clicking his tongue.

Lest gasps as hot air pulses around his clit, squirting so hard he whites out. When he comes to again, his pants are drenched – and Leon’s smirking face is staring down at him.

“Well, it's too late for you to walk home now,” Leon laughs. “Have fun cumming your brains out.”

Lest chokes, clinging to Leon’s sleeve. “L – Leon, please –”

“This was your decision,” Leon reminds him, drawing a circle over the back of Lest’s hand. “Look, I'll even cast Escape for you. Isn’t that nice?”

“Puh – Please –” Lest can’t even form words now. “Leon –”

“Don’t tire out my name, sweetheart,” Leon says, bending down to kiss Lest’s knuckles. “I'll see you again tomorrow.”

Light flashes before Lest’s eyes, and he feels his body dissipate. In an instant, he's sprawled on his bedroom floor, clutching his stomach as the vibrations take him over the edge once more. He muffles his cry into the rug, fisting a hand in the too-short fibers as slick trickles down his thighs.

This is going to be a long, long night.