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made for us | neuvillette & wriothesley

pairing: neuvillette x f!reader x wriothesley

genre: smut

wordcount: 7.6k

synopsis: being the therapist of the most stressed out men of fontaine means that you run out of solutions for them rather fast. as a result, this has led y/n having to suggest the most desired men of fontaine to try and relieve themselves of their stress through sexual methods. however, y/n found herself unable to wriggle her way out of her eventual involvement.

tags: threesome, gloryhole, safe word, oral (reader! receiving), unprotected $ex, dirty talk, creampies, squirting, handjob, cumsh0t, neuvillette and wriothesley are HUNG, neuvillette dragon cock (w/ visual link), SPOILERS for 4.2 AQ.

a/n: I’ve seen some vids of gl0ryh0les and I couldn’t help but keep thinking of wriothesley and neuvillette making use of me like that. So here you go, a beautiful 7.6k words about gloryhole with wrio and neuvi 🤭 ps. I’m not a therapist so don’t flame me for inaccuracies, ITS FICTION DJDHDNDB

Looking at the assistant of Wriothesley and Neuvillette in front of me with absolute bewilderment, the two of them started scratching the back of their heads with an embarrassed look on their faces.

“We know it’s an absurd request, but both of them just cannot stop… ahem, complaining about their stressful schedule ever since the latest events with the now ex-Hydro Archon,” Wriothesley’s assistant explains as her shoulders slump, looking at the ceiling with an exhausted expression. Neuvillette’s assistant nods her head in agreement, making me sigh.

“Do they really not have partners of their own? From what I know, those two are the most sought after men in all of Fontaine, I’m pretty sure they could find a partner within a snap to satisfy their sexual needs,” I retorted, still trying to find a way out of their desperate request to me.

Like the two ladies said, both Wriothesley and Neuvillette have gotten an increasingly more packed schedule ever since the departure, or rather passing, of the Hydro Archon. Wriothesley had to deal with finding inmates that had managed to escape during the flooding, and Neuvillette had to deal with now having become the ruler of Fontaine now that Furina has decided to keep living on as a normal human. Safe to say, neither of the men had time to sit down and relax, which led to them voicing their frustrations to their assistants all day every day.

With desperate pleas, they asked me what else they could do to make the men get a grip of themselves. Why me you ask? I was their physical as well as psychological therapist. Having earned numerous accolades from all regions of Teyvat, I ended up becoming the two gentlemen’s therapist, Neuvillette being my first client and Wriothesley becoming the second after the former introduced me to him.

Being aware of the two men basically having a non-existent romantic life due to both of them being so occupied with their work and other personal matters and issues, it was no surprise that neither of them had sexual experiences with a partner. To be completely honest, I found that a surprising fact as, just like the other women and even men of Fontaine, I also considered the two of them very handsome men with good personalities. In short, I thought that they had all the factors needed for anyone wishing to be in a relationship with them.

However, after my many therapy sessions with them, I figured out that Neuvillette simply could not because he had an identity crisis for over 500 years and only now has he started to truly understand himself. Wriothesley on the other hand, still had severe trust issues due to his past that was unfortunately filled with many heartbreaking memories. All their personal issues led to them not giving anyone an opportunity to become their romantic partner.

Often, I had suggested they try and find such a person, however, both of them would always come with the excuse of having no time and that they found it a waste of time to comb through many people trying to find the worthy one. While it does sound quite ego-inflated, it was valid in the case of theset wo men due to the positions that they were responsible for when it came to the governance of Fontaine.

Now, back to the assistants in front of me. The two of them had suggested that I personally help the two men with their sexual needs as I had told them that sexually relieving themselves will be a very efficient method for relieving themselves of their stress. However, as I had just explained, neither of them put in the time nor effort to find a romantic partner with whom they could do that with. As a result, that led the two assistants to me as I was the only person that the two men trusted greatly.

“Listen, I’m trying to stay as a professional therapist here, I do not want to ruin my relationship with my clients,” I explained, trying to make them understand that I could not help them with their insane request. Of course, I was curious as to how they would treat their partner behind closed doors, however, I did know that it was important to separate myself from my clients and that I should never let things get complicated like that. Besides, they were my only two clients as I did have a rather hefty price attached to me and I did not want to lose them as my clients as I did enjoy my time in Fontaine.

“We understand y/n, but we really have no other choice, you know we cannot help them like that, were both married with children, and you… don’t have either,” Wriothesley’s assistant continues begging, making me look at her with a difficult expression, my eyebrows drawn together. “Y/n, I’m sure you’re sexually frustrated as well! After all, in the years that you’ve spent here in Fontaine, I have never seen you around with anyone, if anything, I’m convinced you need a moment of relaxation… and pleasure just as much as those two men,” she adds, making me roll my eyes at her.

Wriothesley’s assistant was not wrong about that. Ever since I came to Fontaine, I had never romantically or sexually involved myself with anyone. My last partner being in Sumeru, I was quite attached to him. However, due to conflicting schedules and different goals in life, we had to go our separate ways. Me becoming a wandering global therapist while he became the Acting Grand Sage. Although it was an unfortunate break up, we did end things positively and no hard feelings were harboured.

“That’s not a valid enough reason for me to become their designated person for sexual relief,” I sternly replied making Wriothesley’s assistant pout, this being the cue for Neuvillette’s assistant to step in.

“Look y/n, we understand you do not want to lose your clientele who are essentially also your livelihood, however… I think it’s important that you know that our bosses are romantically interested in you,” Neuvillette’s assistant reveals, my eyes widening while I glanced at Wriothesley’s assistant who only looked away in embarrassment.

“What? Where did that come from? Why would they be interested in me like that?” I asked in genuine confusion as I started recounting all the meetings I had with the two men in the past, trying to find the catalysts that made them become romantically interested in me. I was convinced that every meeting I had with them was strictly professional as I did not want to give off a bad impression to the two incredibly influential men in Fontaine.

Neuvillette’s assistant glanced at the other lady, “Like my colleague said, both of them put a lot of trust in you, they have never opened up to anyone the way they did with you, I guess it is safe to say that their trust in you grew into the desire to have someone like you by their side as a romantic partner even.”

Ah. That explains it.

Heaving a deep sigh, knowing that the two assistants would not give up until I agreed with them, I saw hope spark in their eyes. “Fine, however, you two must find a method for me to conceal my identity… I will not ruin my professional relationship with them, so please ensure that there is a way for them to not become aware of the person that will help them sexually,” the two assistants exchanged glances with each other, Wriothesley’s assistant now standing right next to Neuvillette’s.

“Miss L/N, have you ever heard of a gloryhole?”

—

The entire night, I was unable to get proper rest. After the two women fished out of me that I also had some degree of interest in the two men, and then explaining that a gloryhole would be the most anonymous method for me to help them, they told me that they would organise the entire set up and that I would simply have to show up.

The idea of a gloryhole wasn’t unfamiliar. However, my knowledge about it never went any further than having seen a video or two about it. During the night I did some research about how the two women would possibly organise this, and by doing that the gears in my brain never stopped turning as they thought of all the possible moves the men would enact upon me as I would lay still, not being able to do anything but accept.

Arriving at the Fortress of Meropide, Wriothesley’s assistant led me to some obscure room below his office that was used for confidential meetings which I obviously never attended.

In front of me they set up a wall with a hole in the centre which was just wide enough for my upper body to fit through, and a metal table turned into a bed of some sorts fitting through that hole. “Lords, I have never even done this with my own husband, I can’t imagine what this will be like,” Wriothesley’s assistant comments, not directing that to anyone in particular.

I frowned at her which made her flinch, quickly turning her back to me as she rushed off to do something in preparation for whatever insane event was about to occur. Looking at the contraption in front of me once more, I saw two cuffs hammered into the wall above the hall making me tilt my head in confusion. “How are you two expecting me to get into this contraption?�� I asked with genuine confusion as my head could not wrap around what they had in mind for me even though I did look at all kinds of footage yesterday evening.

“Well… we thought it’d be most comfortable for you and our bosses that you lay down on your back and have your feet tied to these cuffs… so that, uhm, ahem, your legs are spread wide for… ahem, easy access,” Wriothesley’s assistant explained awkwardly as Neuvillette’s assistant chose to remain quiet.

Wriothesley’s assistant walked up to me with a stack of towels in her arms, giving me an apologetic look.

“Stop looking at me like that, we’ve already come this far, there’s no point in being regretful about it now,” I said, making her nod in agreement.

“Well, if you’d allow us, we’d like to help you get ready and make sure you’re all comfortable before we go,” Neuvillette’s assistant suggested as she pointed towards the gloryhole contraption with her hands, making me audibly gulp.

—

As I was finally set up in the gloryhole the reality of what was about to happen finally set in. Coming to the realisation of how big of a thing this would be if this were to be exposed to the public woult set me up for complete exile from Fontaine; not even the Fortress of Meropide would accept me. In addition, if the two men were to figure out that I was the one they were having intercourse with, I would lose my two biggest clients that I have possibly ever had. Sighing at my thoughts I looked at the hole which I fit through, not being able to see my legs at all which were up in the air as my ankles were cuffed to a higher part of the wall. All I could see was less than an inch on the other side of the wall, and I prayed that the two men would not think of taking a glance through that small gap.

Suddenly I heard footsteps approaching the room I was laying down in, not being able to move anything at all besides my upper body. As I was only in my panties, I started to become nervours, a shiver running up my spine as I now knew that there was no going back. Grabbing the blanket above me that the two assistants gave me, I covered my upper body while ensuring that the two men would not be able to glance through the hole, preparing myself for whatever was about to happen.

The door creaked open, the familiar voices of the two men immediately booming throughout the silent room as I even tried to breathe as quietly as possible. “Sir Neuvillette and Sir Wriothesley, please remember the rules we told you and make sure that everything that happens within here stays here,” Wriothesley’s assistant instructed, making me look around in nervousness.

“Wow, this is quite the unique contraption you two set up,” Wriothesley spoke as he sounded obviously amused at what he saw in front of him. “Wriothesley,” Neuvillette said sternly at which Wriothesley only scoffed, making the two assistants sigh. “Alright, as we said, this will take an hour and the lady who volunteered, wished for her identity to be kept secret, and as a result neither of you two will know who this person is, even after this occasion has concluded,” Neuvillete’s assistant explained once more at which Neuvillette hummed, not hearing anything from Wriothesley’s side.

“Alright Sir Neuvillette and Sir Wriothesley, we will now take our leave, and if either of you, or even the lady require anything, you will be able to find us upstairs in your office,” Neuvillette’s assistant concluded as the two assistants officially bid their temporary goodbyes to the two men before the door of the room slammed shut.

There was officially no going back now. Archons.

—

“Hmm, I have to be honest with you Neuvillette… I have in fact never had sexual intercourse with anyone,” Wriothesley spoke, making me frown, being genuinely surprised that he never had sexual intercourse. I’ve been to multiple cafes, overhearing conversations of young women wanting to have atleast one chance with the Duke of the Fortress of Meropide. These young women always voiced their imaginations about how good he might be in bed, and how he’s probably had multiple one night stands despite being known to have never been in a relationship. It was genuinely never my intention to listen in on their conversation, but could you blame me when they were talking about my client?

“Ah really? Hmm, I can’t say I am not in the same situation as you are, despite me having experienced many years in this current life of mine, having a partner with whom I could do such activities with has never crossed my mind,” Neuvillette responded at which Wriothesley laughed.

“No wonder you’re still learning human emotions,” Wriothesley commented, making Neuvillette hum at him.

Neuvillette being a blank slate is something that did not really surprise me on the other hand. The only thing that surprised me is that in all the 500 years that he has lived, he has never given anyone an opportunity to become his romantical partner. Yes, he was still learning human emotions, however, I considered part of that lesson to be in a relationship atleast once.

“Well, do you have a preference for going first?” Wriothesley asked, snapping me out of my inner thoughts, realising that this whole thing was now about to officially begin. “No, I am fine with going after you Wriothesley,” Neuvillette replied.

“Alright, suit yourself Iudex.”

Suddenly I felt Wriothesley’s roughed up hands on the back of my thighs, making me flinch which made Wriothesley chuckle. “I understand you want to remain anonymous, so if there’s anything you don’t like please say ‘exile’, understood?” Hearing him tell me to make use of a safe word I couldn’t help but feel a little touched at his consideration for me despite the weird situation the three of us found ourselves in.

I loudly hummed letting him know I understood.

Not being able to see what the two men on the other side of the wall were doing, I nervously fumbled with the blanket as I waited and anticipated every move they would make.

Wriothesley’s rough hands started stroking my inner thigh, thumb ghosting over my panties every so often, making me shiver. Hearing the men on the other side of the thin wall not say anything, I tried breathing even quieter as I was scared that they would recognise my breathing. Suddenly I felt Wriothesley’s hands on my buttocks before his fingers hooked onto the waistband of my panties, ripping them off with a swift motion, immediately exposing my private region to the two most desired men of Fontaine.

Instinctually, I tried to close my legs, but due to my ankles being cuffed to a higher part of the wall, my knees couldn’t even touch each other, resulting in my attempt only making a loud rattling noise of the cuffs. Wriothesley laughed amusedly, making me bite my lip nervously.

Even after my embarrassing movement, the two men still did not speak a word, making me feel a strong urge to speak myself as I was desparate to hear some form of communication. However, my thoughts soon got interrupted as I suddenly felt Wriothesley blow on my pussy, making me flinch harshly, bumping my knees against the wall. “Wriothesley, do not go to harsh on her,” Neuvillette suddenly spoke

“Yeah yeah, I’m sorry, I did tell her to use a safe word if there was anything not to her liking though, and also, you can’t blame me for being curious, no?” Wriothesley spoke back. Neuvillette did not reply back and instead I heard him walk around before he possibly sat down on one of the chairs that the assistants set up.

“Alright Miss Volunteer, I will be using my mouth to pleasure you now, remember the safe word, understood?” At his order I immediately hummed loud enough for both of them to hear, hearing a chuckle from Wriothesley and shuffling from Neuvillette.

Without being given a second to prepare myself, Wriothesley’s tongue was pressed flat against my folds, making me flinch. I felt Wriothesley’s lips curve into a smile as he dragged his tongue upwards, flicking his tongue against my clit, my legs thrashing around at his surprisingly professional-like movements against my clit. Suddenly, Wriothesley pushed in two rough thick fingers, curving them upwards, on a search to find my sensitive spot.

This man was most definitely not unfamiliar with sexual activities based on his tongue against my clit and fingers inside my hole.

Wriothesley suddenly started sucking on my clit, making me wildly move my hips around, making him wrap his arms around my thighs, keeping me in place as he now dragged his tongue downwards to plunge his tongue into my hole, his nose nudging against my clit every now and then. Keeping his left arm tightly wrapped around my thigh his other arm let go off my right leg to instead start rubbing his thumb against my clit.

I severely underestimated how this would be easy peasy for me. It has been a few years since I last had sexual acitvities with another person, and having someone as skilled as Wriothesley perform cunnilingus on me was something I was not prepared for after so long.

Feeling my orgasm approaching faster and faster, my legs started thrashing around, making my knees continuously bump against the wall, while Wriothesley’s hold on my left leg tightened even more and his right thumb sped up the circles he rubbed against my clit. The thread inside my core holding onto my release snapped, making me cum right into Wriothesley’s mouth.

As I rode out my orgasm on his tongue, I harshly bit down on my lower lip trying to keep my moans at bay as much as possible, some whines managing to slip out. As my hips started to calm down, now resting on the bed only twitching every so often, Wriothesley let go of my leg and retracted his hands from me, giving my cunt one last lick from my hole to my clit, making me loudly gasp. I quickly slapped my hand over my mouth, hoping that he did not recognise the way I gasped.

“Hah, I’m glad I managed to make you gasp out loud, seems I haven’t lost my skills when it comes to giving oral,” Wriothesley commented, making me shake my head from side to side at his cockiness. Taking a deep breath, I blinked harshly, trying to recover from the intense orgasm as fast as possible so I wouldn’t absolutely lose my mind at what was to come next.

“Do you want to give this a try Neuvillette?” Wriothesley asked, making me push myself up with my elbows, getting nervous at the fact that the Hydro Sovereign would maybe also perform cunnilingus on me.

Neuvillette was not exempted from the many imaginations of the young women of Fontaine. Just like Wriothesley, many women wondered whether Neuvillette has ever had a partner and whether he has ever done it. Many knew that the Iudex was solitary and even stayed inside his home whenever it was sunny when possible. Neuvillette completely eliminated any chances of anyone trying to get closer to him. However, despite his personality being determined to keep people away from him, many still remained curious about him.

Most regular Fontanians did not know that Neuvillette was the Hydro Sovereign, however, it would be a lie to say that I never thought about whether this man had any draconic features despite having a human body in this lifetime of his. I have once imagined that he might have a private part that was not like a regular human’s. I have also once imagined that maybe he might have a different tongue as many dragons did appear to have snake-like tongues.

“I have never done this, but I will give it an attempt, I just hope that I will be able to pleasure the lady sufficiently enough,” Neuvillette responded as I heard him stand up, the heels of his boots resonating against the metal floor as he made his way over to me.

“Miss, just as Wriothesley has done, I would like you to use the safe word if anything is not to your liking, hopefully I will satisfy you sufficiently,” the moment he finished his sentence, I felt his bare fingers slide between my folds, my arousal gathering on his fingers as he did so. His fingers retracted making me wonder what he did, but the moment I heard sucking noises I realised that he tasted my arousal.

“You taste delightful Miss,” after his compliment Neuvillette immediately plunged his tongue into my cunt, his tongue definitely being an inch or two longer than Wriothesley’s. Feeling the tip of his tongue lick against my inner walls, my hands slammed against the wall at the foreign feeling of someone’s tongue reaching that far inside me. Neuvillette stopped his movements at my hands slamming against the wall, but not wanting to speak, I raised my hips, grinding myself agains this mouth, hoping that he’d understand that I want him to keep going.

“Hah, guess your dragon-like features do come in handy in sexual contexts huh?” Wriothesley commented, making Neuvillette grunt against my cunt. Neuvillette started languidly rubbing his thumb against my clit while his long tongue continued to lick up against my walls. My hips continued to grind against his mouth, desperately chasing my second orgasm of the evening. Neuvillette removed himself from my cunt making me whine. “Patience, Miss, we are far from done this evening,” Neuvillette spoke as he caught my whine.

Being desparate for him to continue pleasuring me with his tongue, he instead inserted two fingers inside me, curving his fingers in just the right way, making the tips of his fingers massage against the sensitive spot within me. Loud moans slipped from between my lips, not being able to keep my moans at bay anymore as Neuvillette only added more pleasure to the orgasm which Wriothesley brought me to. After two thrusts, Neuvillette suddenly added another finger making me wince at the stretch of my cunt. “We must properly prepare you for the main event,” Neuvillette explained as he caught wind of my slight discomfort as he noticed me slightly pull away from his fingers.

As he slowly thrusted his three fingers in and out, his free hand started rubbing slow circles against my clit, distracting me from the slight discomfort of the wide stretch. Feeling my orgasm approach once more, my nails started scratching against the wall, signalling Neuvillette that I was close to releasing. After a few more thrusts of his fingers, and his fingers rolling my clit inbetween his fingers, arousal flooded out of my hole, onto the bed below me.

Having let go of my lower lip which I had been biting on for quite a while now, loud gasps were freely slipping past my lips, as I tried to regain my breathing from the intense orgasm that the Hydro Sovereign brought me to.

“The Miss seems properly prepared now, would you like to go first Wriothesley?” Neuvillette asked the other man as I was still trying to regain my breathing as well as calm down from the intense orgasm I just experienced.

Shit.

I had no idea how big the two men were, but based on their large stature, I always assumed that they would be quite hung down there. And after having Neuvillette use three fingers on me, I felt that my hypothesis would be quite on the mark.

“I do not mind, however, sexual intercourse is not something I have done,” Wriothesley responded as I heard him stand up and make his way over to me, his heavy boots making the sounds it made against the floor bounce against the walls. “Ah I see, you only have experience with oral sex I assume then,” Neuvillette commented. Hearing nothing from Wriothesley I assumed he nodded at Neuvillette’s question.

“Well, what I am trying to say is that I think it would be better for her to do it with an actual human first… rather than something… inhuman,” Neuvillette explained, making me widen my eyes and Wriothesley laugh.

“Wow, okay then, are you saying I am much smaller than you?” Wriothesley joked at which Neuvillette gave him a stern look (which I did not see). “No, however, like you said yourself, I do possess some draconic features which would possibly make sexual intercourse a bit more intense,” Neuvillette explained, making Wriothesley scoff.

“Alright Hydro Dragon, I get it now, you’re just trying to make our dear volunteer understand that you will be way better than I am, you will give her an experience so out of this world as you are a dragon, no?” Wriothesley teased, making me nervously bite my innerlip for him as he might have been getting on Neuvillette’s nerves.

The two of them did have a relatively good relationship with one another. While their past with each other was quite complicated due to Neuvillette being the one having sentenced Wriothesley, but him also having helped Wriothesley getting into the position he is now, they still remained close to each other.

“Wriothesley,” Neuvillette spoke with a stern tone, making Wriothesley roll his eyes at him, “I am not saying that, I am simply saying that my appendage is not like the one of a normal human and I am afraid that it might hurt her if she does not experience someone who is of similar size but does have a normal human appendage.”

“Ah… okay, uhm, I am not sure why you think we have similar sizes, but-” Wriothesley got cut off by Neuvillette. “If you look downwards, they do seem to be quite similar, now please, you may go first,” Neuvillette walked back to the chair, his legs spread as he observed how Wriothesley would have sexual intercourse with me.

“Alright Miss Volunteer, last reminder that you have a safe word you can use if things are not nice,” Wriothesley reminded once again, making me hum in response.

Tightly gripping onto the sides of the bed I was laying on, I prepared myself for Wriothesley’s cock that was about to enter me. I had not calmed down from my orgasm yet, my walls still pulsing and clit still feeling sensitive to the cold air hitting it.

Hearing a belt being unbuckled before falling onto the ground, I squeezed my eyes shut, not knowing when Wriothesley would push his cock in. Wriothesley’s hands rubbed against the back of my thighs, before he placed one hand on my left hip while his right hand was splayed on my lower stomach, his thumb massaging my clit. His right hand retracted from my stomach and the next second I felt his large bulbuous tip being massaged against my folds, nudging it against my clit a few times before he finally pushed his tip in.

Only having his tip inside me, I already could not hold back my moans, nervousness as well as extreme pleasure washing over my body as I was anxious that the two men might recognise my noises for some reason. “Ah shit, you sure are tight even after all the prep we did,” Wriothesley commented as his grip on my left hip tightened, making me think that it might leave a light bruise.

His right hand now also gripped my other hip, and before I could process what was happening, he pushed his full length into me in one swift movement. The tip of his cock pushed right against my sensitive spot making me uncontrollably tremble within his hold, my fingernails digging into the bottom of the bed as short but loud gasps slipped past my parted lips.

“Shit, she’s a real tight fit, she’s gonna make me come real quick, that’s quite embarrassing,” Wriothesley spoke with a breathy laugh, obviously also speaking to Neuvillette, as his eyes focused in on how we were connected, my pussy lips stretched to make his thick long cock fit.

“Ensure she feels good as well Wriothesley, while this was set up for us, it is only fair that she feels good as well,” Neuvillette commented making Wriothesley scoff at him. “What do you take me for Iudex? Of course I’ll make sure she feels good.”

As the two had a small banter, I was desperately trying to adjust to Wriothesley’s large size and girth as fast as I could, but before I could, Wriothesley readjusted his grip on my hips and started pulling his cock out until only his tip remained inside before ramming his cock right back in.

“Shit!” A loud curse left my lips as his thrusting made me shift up the bed, but Wriothesley quickly regained his grip on my hips, almost using me like a ragdoll as everytime he thrusted his large thick cock in, he tugged my body towards his, making his tip ram against my sensitive spot repeatedly.

“Damn, her voice sounds kind of familiar, ahh, don’t you think?” Wriothesley asked Neuvillette as his unrelenting thrusts continued, loud wet noises being bounced around the room. Neuvillette didn’t respond, but instead his focus on the noises that I let out, got way more focused.

“Archons, look at all that cum around my cock,” Wriothesley commented, making me clench down on him at the filthy words that he used. “Hah, you like dirty talk don’t you?” Not being able to verbally answer his question, I instead nodded my head fervently even though he could not see it.

“Ngh, I wouldn’t mind being able to have this pussy on my cock everyday, you really feel good after all.”

As he continued his dirty talk, my hands now gripped onto the bed from above my head as I tried to meet his thrust everytime he thrusted in. Unlike the previous orgasms, I now felt a familiar but also unusual feeling build up within my core. This was a feeling I hadn’t felt since my last relationship, and realising what was about to happen I was desperate to warn Wriothesley, however, his unrelenting deep and harsh thrusts made all the words in my throat become clogged up.

“Fuck, you’re squeezing on me real tight, are you a virgin as well?” Wriothesley asked as his thrusts started to become more messy, making his tip bump against my sensitive spot from all kinds of angles.

“Ngh, shit, I’m coming!” I moaned out loud, completely throwing out the personal promise of keeping my identity hidden as I did not even attempt to fake my voice.

Before Wriothesley or Neuvillette could say anything though, the unusual familiar feeling inside my core burst loose, as arousal started squirting all over Wriothesley’s chest while tears flowed from my eyes at the intense state of pleasure I was brought to by Wriothesley’s cock.

“Oh wow, look at that, didn’t think I’d make someone squirt like that for my first time,” Wriothesley commented with an amused tone as his thumb started rubbing against my clit, making my arousal splatter around even more messily, while he continued to thrust his large thick cock into me, still chasing after his own orgasm.

After a few more thrusts, Wriothesley pushed down on my hips as his cock was pushed inside of me to the hilt, his cum spurting into the deepest parts of my hole. “Ngh, shit, that felt really good,” He commented as I noticed him bump his forehead against the wall, his cock pulsing inside my walls, still spurting out thick cum until it slowly started seeping out due to my hole being filled to the brim with just his cock.

“Ahh, wow, that was unlike anything I ever felt y/n, I hope Neuvillette will be able to do you just as good as I did.”

Hearing Wriothesley speak my name, I wanted to break myself loose from this gloryhole contraption. However, still experiencing an orgasm, and Wriothesley’s cock still inside me and pulsing, I couldn’t even reply due to overstimulation.

After a few more deep thrusts, his pubic bone pressing against my clit, he slipped himself out resulting in our mixed arousal flowing out before dripping onto the metal floor.

“Seems I made her unable to speak, you’re free to go ahead Iudex.”

Neuvillette’s familiar footsteps approached me once again, and not even having recovered from the orgasm brought upon me by Wriothesley, I felt Neuvillette rub his ridged cock against my folds, making me gasp.

Shocked at the unique texture of Neuvillette’s cock, I pushed my hands through the hole, gripping onto its edge, preparing myself for Neuvillette. “Well, that ring on her index finger sure does belong to y/n, why don’t you make her feel good now Iudex?” Wriothesley spoke from up close, making me realise that he was standing next to Neuvillette, observing our sexual intercourse from up close.

“Wriothesley, do not interrupt me,” Neuvillette spoke with a voice filled with authority. “Oh geez, don’t worry Neuvillette I’m not stealing your spot now,” Wriothesley began trying to make Neuvillette regain his senses as he obviously seemed a bit more feral now, “Since her hands are out in the open now, I thought I could make use of them, no?”.

Neuvillette hummed at him, and before I could process what was happening, Neuvillette started pushing his long and thick ridged cock in which also happened to have a different texture. Instead of the smooth texture such as that of Wriothesley’s cock which had a few veins decorating it, Neuvillette’s cock was slightly more rough. Instead of Neuvillette finding my sensitive spot like Wriothesley, his cock instead forced me to feel intense pleasure through the entirety of my innerwalls due to his ridged cock perfectly rubbing against my walls.

My left hand was now wrapped around Wriothesley’s fat long cock making me feel the differences between the two cocks even more vividly. Adjusting his hands on my hips, Neuvillette pushed his cock into me to the hilt, making me moan out his name unashamedly.

“Hah… keep calling out my name like that y/n,” Neuvillette spoke as he languidly thrusted his cock into me, making my entire body shiver as his ridged cock made me feel a different type of pleasure I had never felt before.

“Hey hey, don’t forget about me now,” Wriothesley commented, making me resume my movements on his cock, massasing his tip within my fist as I heard him grunt.

Neuvillette’s cock and movements, made the same familiar unsual feeling approach rapidly making me sob out loud. “Do you want me to, ngh, stop, y/n?” Neuvillette asked as his grip on my hips slightly loosened.

“No! Please no, please keep going!” I begged as I desperately thrusted myself on Neuvillette’s cock while I sped up the circular movements of my hand on Wriothesley hearing his moaning and grunts increase in loudness.

One of Neuvillette’s hands rested against my lower stomach, before he pressed down, making me feel his slightly more pointier tip prod against his hand that was pressing down. Neuvillette’s thrusts increased in strength and depth, a mixture of Neuvillette’s and Wriothesley’s name slipping from my parted lips as the orgasm came even closer.

Suddenly I felt Wriothesley’s cock twitch within my hand, a few spurts of cum landing on my hand, but before I could retract my hand, Wriothesley grabbed that hand and I suddenly felt warm liquid being released onto my stomach.

“Ah fuck, look at how filthy she looks with all that cum soaking her lower body,” Wriothesley commented, making me clench down on Neuvillette.

Neuvillette’s rough and deep thrusts stuttered as I clenched down on him, making Wriothesley chuckle. “She feels good doesn’t she? Almost like she was made for us,” Wriothesley continued, making me thrash my legs around, my knees starting to bruise due to the continuous bumping against the wall.

“I am going to cum inside you y/n,” Neuvillette warned as he suddenly grabbed my hands, his thrusts having an even stronger impact due to him forcing me down on him, his pointy tip now also bumping against my sensitive spot while his ridges continued abusing my walls.

“Ngh! Neuvi-, agh, -llette, I’m gonna come!” I screamed out as I once again felt arousal squirt out of me and onto Neuvillette and Wriothesley. As I was squirting my juices all over them, Neuvillette’s thrusts did not cease their deep and rough movement, making my arousal splatter all over them even more messily.

“Ahh…” moaning out loud, Neuvillette finally came inside me, his cum noticably more warm than Wriothesley, making me wince and try to pull away as the amount of arousal that accumulated within me almost made it feel like it would all explode out of me. Noticing me try to pull away from him, Neuvillette’s grip on my hands tightened, making me unable to move.

His pulsing cock continued to spurt his hot cum inside me, the mixed arousal of Wriothesley, Neuvillette and me, flowing out because of inadequate space within my walls.

“Ah, there’s so much, I feel so full, please pull out,” I begged as I wriggled my hips, making Neuvillette’s cock only stimulate me even more. “You know you have a safe word y/n,” Wriothesley reminded, making me groan.

Yes. I had a safe word. Everything felt like too much. However, at the same time, everything I felt was unlike anything I ever felt and I wanted to indulge in it as long as I could despite the intensity of it all.

Hearing no response from me, Neuvillette thrusted into me a few more times, as if he was trying to push all the mixed arousal as deep as possible, hoping that at least some of it would remain within, as if to mark me.

Feeling myself still squirting, although less intense than a few moments ago, tears streamed down my face as I was drunk on pleasure coursing throughout my whole body, not even noticing that Neuvillette had now slipped himself out. The mixed arousal of us three flowed out of me and onto the floor making the two men give each other amused looks.

“I could even say she’s more beautiful than the Fountain of Lucine,” Wriothesley commented, making me try and squeeze my legs shut at his inappropriate comment.

Neuvillette uncharacteristically rolled his eyes at Wriothesley and instead decided to help me get out of the gloryhole contraption as I felt his hands touch the cuffs around my ankles.

—

After the two men had helped me get out of the gloryhole and even helped me get cleaned up in the bathroom next to the room we had intercourse in, we made our way up to Wriothesley’s office after the assistants took their leave.

“You know, I did not think that the one behind suggesting we sexually satisfy ourselves would also be the one on the receiving end of that sexual satisfaction,” Wriothesley began as he handed me a cup of his finest tea.

I pinched the bridge of my nose with my free hand, “Listen, this wasn’t even my intention, but you guys’ assistants were incredibly determined to have me be that person, I didn’t realise they just did not want to go through all the trouble of having an absolute stranger be in on this.”

“If I may support their reasoning, we would not have agreed to this unique setup had they not said that the volunteer was someone we knew and could trust for remaining anonymous,” Neuvillette spoke up, sipping on the tea that Wriothesley also gave him.

“Oh wow, well who did you guys even think that it might be if they said it was someone you both know?” I asked curiously, thinking that they might not have minded anyone else as long as it was someone they trusted.

“Well, had we not known it wasn’t you and it actually wasn’t you we would have left and let the assistants deal with the aftermath,” Wriothesley explained as he had now finished his own tea, and took a seat next to me, placing a pillow behind me so I could lean back comfortably. I softly thanked him.

“Hmm… so you’re saying that this conversation would have never happened if it wasn’t me,” I asked, making Neuvillette and Wriothesley nod.

“Well, since the cat’s out of the bag now, what would you guys hope happens now? It will obviously be difficult for me to not feel some degree of uncomfortable-ness during our therapy sessions now,” I immediately went to a serious topic, seeing no point in continuing to talk about what happened a while ago.

Neuvillette, who was seated in the chair behind the desk, sighs deeply, “Would you be willing to continue these kinds of sessions with the two of us? We both believe that there’s a lot of trust built between the three of us so we find it suitable that you help us while we of course also help you.”

Flabbergasted at this suggestion, many thoughts started running through my mind.

Yes, the two men were absolute gentlemen despite the odd situation we found ourselves in.

However, now they suggest friends with benefits, no… colleagues with benefits? The two most desired men of Fontaine asked this type of relationship from a simple therapist?

Noticing me deep in thought and hesitation swirling in my mind, Wriothesley then adds on, “Of course if you dont want that, that is fine too and we’ll keep whatever happened today just between the three of us, but I believe it is important you know that this suggestion of ours is also because we have a genuine romantical interest in you and we’d be very honoured if you’re willing to have an exclusive relationship with us.”

Romantic interest in them was not non-existent for me. These thoughts have always swirled around in my mind every now and then after they were a bit more gentleman-like rather than client-like during our therapy sessions. However, I never thought they’d both desire me and that they’d even suggest a polyamourous relationship. This suggestion of course made me concerned about many things.

Wriothesley was the Duke of the Fortress of Meropide and Neuvillette was the Hydro Sovereign who has now essentially taken over the duties of the now deceased Hydro Archon. What would happen not only to me, but also them once people discover that the two highly desired men are in a polyamourous relationship with a mere therapist?

“I am assuming that you have worries about being a relationship with the two of us due to our occupation, however, it is essential that you know we highly value privacy and do not intend to ever expose our private relationships to the Fontainians,” Neuvillette reassured, making me think he read my mind as he gave an answer to all the worries I had.

As I was still keeping quiet despite his reasonable explanation and reassurance, Neuvillette awkwardly coughed, “Ah, I see it is an absurd suggestion after all, I am deeply sorry we suggested something like this, it must be disrespectful as well, my apolo-”.

“I don’t mind, however,” I began, interrupting Neuvillette and making Wriothesley put all of his attention on me as he put down his tea cup on the low table in front of us, “there is a lot that needs to be discussed seeing as we’re both entering a type of relationships we’ve all never had experience with.”

The two men nod. “We understand y/n, and were not in a rush to settle things immediately, if time is what you need, then we will give you time, we are just very honoured and glad that you reciprocate our feelings,” Wriothesley speaks as he holds my hands, giving them a tight reassuring squeeze.

Looking at the two men, Wriothesley holding onto my hands, a soft smile on his face, and Neuvillette sitting behind the desk, finishing up his cup of tea with a satisfied smile, I couldn’t help but think that I could probably stop my job as a therapist for a short while.

Had to give a link to what I was visualising neuvi’s cock to look like lmao

Anywho, this will officially be my last fic for quite a while as I have exams this upcoming week and the weeks after it and then I’m celebrating my birthday and then we have the festivities of Christmas and new year and then I have the Genshin concert 🫶🏼 very busy busy period, anywho, lemme leave this banger smut behind before I meet you guys in the new year 🙌🏼

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Flesh-Devouring

Rating: R-18+

Word Count: 18,177

Warnings: Afab!reader, gendered language, brat taming, forced submission, corporal punishment, non consensual spanking, public spanking, some very light fingering, over the knee spanking, paddling with a hairbrush, thigh grinding

A/N: Yes, this is a follow up to my Wriothesley Kinktober spanking fic. Did I have any business at all working on this instead of the next Kinktober prompt? NO 🙈 I’m so sorry, I just couldn’t stop thinking about this reader and Wriothesley, y’all are gonna need to forgive me for my lapse in judgment

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You really had no idea why you were entertaining this. After everything he’d put you through the last time you’d met, Wriothesley certainly didn’t deserve even so much as a polite, cursory letter of correspondence back, let alone the right to actually occupy the same space as you, and yet … here you were, wearing a dress that was nice but not too nice, standing in front of a cafe that was neither overly fancy or overly pedestrian, but something in between. You’d been adamant about picking the venue and, to your surprise, he’d easily conceded that power over to you. Further testing the waters, you’d then put your foot down about getting to choose the time you would meet at and, even more confounding, he’d given in to that demand as well.

It was all incredibly suspicious of him, to say the very least, and you’d very nearly backed out at the last minute for fear that it was some sort of nefarious trick but the ever growing pile of missives from the Duke of Meropide had stared at you accusingly from the desk in your room until you’d finally rushed out the door just to escape them. That you’d found yourself here, at the exact meeting spot and a few minutes early, was only a coincidence, surely. You didn’t actually want to see him after he’d humiliated and abused you so terribly, but since you were already at the cafe then perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to stick around long enough to hear him out. Or so you tried to tell yourself, anyway.

There was no denying your anxious nerves though, and you flutteringly smooth your hands over your front to iron out imaginary wrinkles that weren’t actually there. You probably should have worn something a bit more practical. Less dressy. If he got the wrong idea about you (as if he just as likely hadn’t already) and he assumed your goal today was to seduce him rather than talk about program options for inmates at the prison you were going to scream. Just really let him have it. He would have deserved it, honestly, given that less than stellar first time meeting, but the least he could do was - -

“There you are.”

The voice is accompanied by the familiar press of a heavy palm along your waist, and you jerk back so hard you nearly give yourself whiplash. Wide eyed, you tip your head back, back, back to finally meet Wriothesley’s questioning eyes where they tower high above you.

“Do not touch me!” You hiss, impulsively slapping his hand off you to make his brows lift in surprise.

“Sorry I’m late?” He tries, which you would have been rather inclined to give him points for under better circumstances as none of the clocks in the vicinity had chimed the hour yet. It may not have been by much, but he wasn’t running behind despite his willingness to take the hit.

But better circumstances would not have found you flushing profusely at just the sight of him and trying desperately to conceal it to no avail. And the spark ignited in you at the brief touch of his fingers was another matter entirely, but you make a concerted effort not to think about that as you offer up a prim little sniff. “Your tardiness is of no concern to me, your grace, but even you must know touching women inappropriately is highly frowned upon in Fontaine. I'm sure it must be easy to forget your manners when you spend so much time at the bottom of the ocean … so I’ll do my best to remind you. I trust I won’t have to call for the Gardes today?”

You can’t quite keep the smug look off your face now, positively riding on the high of public immunity, but it quickly fades when Wriothesley not only meets your challenging stare head on but he even allows the corner of his mouth to pull in an infuriatingly enigmatic smirk. “Not to worry, miss. I have every intention of behaving myself so long as my lovely companion in her pretty little dress does the same.”

Giving an angry, impotent jerk when a fresh wave of fluster creeps up your neck to settle along your cheeks, you narrow your eyes up at him in warning. But he just shuffles close enough to truly loom over you now and it’s all you can do to keep your attention locked on his face instead of averting your gaze in a clear sign of defeat. You can’t quite seem to find your voice no matter how hard you attempt to locate it, though.

Sedately bending down to your level, Wriothesley brings his face close to yours and lowers the tone of his voice when he speaks again. “I take it your last lesson is still fresh enough in your mind that you won’t need a refresher today? We certainly don’t want your nice clothes getting dirtied, do we …?”

You choke on an incomprehensible flurry of things you wanted to say to him, but the double edged quality of your public immunity quickly makes itself apparent. Sure, he couldn’t — wouldn’t treat you as badly as he had behind the closed doors of his office when there were so many prying eyes all around you here, but that also meant you couldn’t kick up the same kind of fit or risk causing a major scene. You’d thought you were playing this smart by agreeing to meet him only on your terms but it clearly went both ways on this neutral playing field, and you have to make a concerted effort to calm yourself instead of taking the bait.

“Indeed, your grace.” You relent as mildly toned as you can manage. “I will make every effort to remain cordial.”

“Excellent.” Nodding once, Wriothesley reaches out with a deliberate slowness — like he was dealing with a skittish cat — and your skin prickles defensively in response. But you still allow him to gently take your arm with nothing more than a twitch to show for it and that seems to please him a great deal, given the now amicable tone of his voice. “Let’s find a table and get started then. I’m sure there are a lot of things you want to talk about.”

That was an understatement of the highest order given how many biting remarks were just at the tip of your tongue, waiting to be unleashed upon him. This was neither the time nor the place for it though, so you let him guide you around the side of the building to a quaint little patio where he proceeds to steer you straight into an unoccupied seat at the most secluded table in the far corner. It surprises you a great deal that he not only takes the time to pull your chair out but even slides it in behind you, and the fact your heart won’t stop hammering at the interior of your ribcage because of it just makes it all the more perplexing.

Given his previous behavior Wriothesley was in absolutely no position to be acting like some kind of gentleman, and you were even less inclined to fall for it.

Moving around to the adjacent chair, the duke claims his own seat across from you where he takes a moment to get comfortably situated before looking at you expectantly. “Alright. Where shall we begin?”

You can’t help the suspicion that flashes across your mind. He was even willing to put the ball in your court like this? What exactly was he up to?

“Well,” Speaking slowly, warily, you open the worn leather carry case you’d decorously sat on your lap and withdraw a hand-typed sheet of parchment paper. “I thought perhaps we could go over our other options, since you seem so sure my initial proposal won’t work. There should still be other rehabilitation methods available to us if you’ll just hear me out and - -“

His hand abruptly comes up, reaching across the table to accept the paper, and you just stare at those outstretched fingers like they were tightly coiled, hissing vipers. You couldn’t make sense of this. He actually wanted to see it?

“May I?” Wriothesley prompts when you neither move nor speak, giving those blocky digits a little wriggle to further indicate what he wanted. Blinking owlishly, you mechanically hand the sheet off to him and watch as he reclines back in his chair to look it over.

This really was just so … strange. His interest in what you’d had to say at your last meeting had been cursory at best and he’d summarily dismissed all the paperwork you’d brought with you after giving it nothing more than a brief glance. But now he seems to be taking his time with it, attentively scanning the page from top to bottom, and he even hums at occasional intervals as if in acknowledgement. If you didn’t know any better you would have almost thought it was an entirely different person sitting across from you now.

“I see,” He says at length. “Some of these suggestions just aren’t viable with the way Meropide internally functions, but I think a few of them could easily be tweaked for implementation.”

“… r - really?”

Lowering the paper, Wriothesley once again fixes you with that largely impassive look that you just can’t quite get a good read on. “Sure. For example, I think there’s merit in giving the inmates an opportunity to develop new or existing skills that could be helpful in a potential reintegration process. It doesn’t force them to do anything or set an expectation, but it still gives them the option.”

A long beat passes in numb silence and then you find yourself sitting up a little straighter, unable to keep the pleased smile off your face now even though you try very hard to keep it at bay. “Oh. Well. I’m glad you think so.”

He catches you off guard with an unexpectedly genuine smile, the sapphires in his eyes dimly twinkling with what you think must be mischief. “Don’t get too excited yet. There’s still some ironing out to be done, but you did a good job taking what I said the last time and reframing it to better meet the needs of the inmates. I’m pleased to know our little chat served its purpose.”

And just like that he’s got you huffing and puffing again, irritably digging into your bag so you wouldn’t have to look at that smug face of his any longer. He was beyond infuriating, easily the most contemptible man you’d ever had the misfortune of meeting, and yet … you just can’t seem to stop smiling. You were undeniably happy that he seemed to be taking you seriously this time and had even praised you for your efforts to revamp the proposal to better suit his liking. Even if he did insist on sneaking in those smarmy jabs every once in a while it couldn’t truly take away from what felt like a victory on your part.

You spend the next two hours discussing everything with him over a seemingly never ending supply of tea and diminutive finger sandwiches he’d insisted on ordering for the two of you to share even when you’d likewise insisted you weren’t at all peckish. Wriothesley was very strange indeed and you weren’t sure if you would go so far as to call it chivalry, at least not in any polite sense, but he did seem to have a soft spot for his inmates. That warmed you to his presence slightly, helped you relax and find a common ground with him that made you feel much better about potentially working with him in the future. It seemed like as long as both of you stayed focused on the topic of lifestyle enrichment for the prisoners you could get along.

But of course it was not meant to last, and the first real hiccup you run into is when he insists on paying for your half of the tab. You make a valiant effort not to cause a scene in front of the poor waiter who nervously shifts his eyes between you and the duke, but he doesn’t even have the grace to look at you when he shoots down your insistence that you could pay for yourself. Your temper starts to spike at the dismissive wave of his hand, and you give into the urge to glare at him across the table.

“My lord, your generosity is appreciated but not needed. I assure you I won’t go bankrupt paying for my drink and the sandwiches I ate.” Not giving him a chance to respond, you jerk your attention up at the young man making a discrete effort to shuffle away from the table. “Please split the bill for us.”

“No, just one tab will do.” Wriothesley cuts in, sending you a slow look of warning that just leaves you bristling even more. “It would be remiss of me to make a young lady pay for the lunch I invited her to. I’m sure our young friend here would agree.”

The waiter nods his head in agreement when the duke inclines his chin towards him and, much to your sinking dread, he promptly pivots as if to walk away. Impulsively, you lurch half out of your seat to snag his arm and stop him, surprising a yelp out of the poor boy.

“Hold on a minute! Don’t I have a say in this? If I want to pay for it I should be able to or isn’t that — isn’t it just the same as misogyny or something?”

The boy looks appropriately horrified. “O - oh?”

“Miss,” Wriothesley intones sharply, and the edge in his voice immediately sends a violent shudder racing up your spine. It was a bit too similar to the way he’d talked to you back in his office for you to associate it with anything other than getting dragged over his knee and your cheeks burn furiously even as you clutch at the waiter's arm even more tightly. Thrumming with nerves, you turn your head to find him pinning you with a very unamused frown. “I suggest you let him go and sit back down. There’s no reason to make such a fuss over lunch. I’ll pay for it, and that’s the end of it.”

You share a quick glance with the boy whose expression mirrors your own look of flustered uncertainty. “But - but I can pay for it - -“

“Sit down. Now.”

Quickly doing just that, you neatly fold your hands in your lap with your eyes kept firmly downcast so you could avoid having to look at him. You weren’t even sure if you could meet his gaze at that moment when it felt like you were moments away from vibrating right through the very fabric of time and space if you quaked any harder but … but it was kind of hard not to be affected by it when only three weeks had gone by since the last time you’d gotten on his bad side. Your ass had only just finished recovering from its first encounter with his hand and you didn’t want to experience it again, if you could help it.

Clearly relieved, the waiter beats a hasty retreat from the table and the two of you sit there in terse silence for a painfully long, drawn out moment in which your heart threatens to slam right out of your chest. Then, at length, Wriothesley finally draws a clipped breath. “I thought you said you were going to behave yourself.”

You swallow. Hard. “And I thought you were going to respect me as an autonomous person this go around.”

A pregnant pause. “Is that what your problem is? You think I’m, what? Being a controlling chauvinist or something?”

If your face were to get any hotter you probably could have fried an egg on it. “Is that not exactly how you’ve acted thus far, your grace? Gentlemen in polite society don’t usually treat women like children.”

“Oh, I’d beg to differ.”

You snap your head up with a viscous look — but the waiter returns, giving you a cautiously wide breadth as he walks over to Wriothesley’s side to present him with the check. Those deep, deep blue eyes steadily regard you for another moment longer before finally dragging away from you to look at the bill. Left with no other choice you just sit there, stewing in your anger while he amicably apologizes to the young man and passes him a handful of mora plus a little extra which he tells him to keep for himself. The harangued lad is nothing but appreciative, and they exchange a few more words of thanks between them while your blood pressure just continues to climb and climb, and climb.

You couldn’t believe him! To treat you as he had in the privacy of his office was one thing but this was something else entirely! The very last thing you’d wanted was to find yourself indebted to the Duke of Meropide in any capacity, least of all when your understanding with him was already so tentative and fragile. You’d thought you could work with him as long as you kept things professional and limited to the greater goal both of you clearly shared, but evidently that was not meant to be. Even after the horrible way he’d humiliated you the last time you’d still been willing to partner with him for the sake of a greater good and this was how he chose to reward your willingness to put aside the disrespect you’d already suffered at his hands once before?

Why did he not understand how consistently infantilizing and insensitive his treatment towards you was?

Right on the verge of erupting, you wait until he turns to look at you again once the waiter has scurried off with a final, nervous glance in your direction, and you pull yourself up to your full height with a stilted breath. “Thank you for your generous kindness today, your grace. I’m leaving.”

His brows lift at your sudden proclamation, head tipping back slightly when you find your feet in a quick rush. “You’re serious?”

“Very much so.” It takes every ounce of willpower you possess not to scream at him as you carelessly stuff your paperwork back inside your bag, barely stopping long enough to secure the latch in place before stomping away from the table. The scrape of his chair against the cobblestone is soon followed by the heavy thump of his boots catching up to you alarmingly fast. You don’t think he’s hurrying after you or anything, his legs are simply much too long for him to need to, but that doesn’t quite stop your skin from crawling with a sudden rush of goosebumps. You had to get away from him.

Quickly, before he tried another stunt like the last time.

“I’m not interested in hearing anything further, I’m afraid.” You call back, positively hating the way your voice warbles slightly when you pick up your pace.

You were on the main road now and almost at a full blown sprint when a heavy hand abruptly snags your arm, pulling you back with a frightened squawk. Eyes wide and just a pinch more fearful than you would have liked, you jerk your attention up to look at him.

“Just hold your horses,” He murmurs, gentle yet insistent in the way he tugs you around to stand in front of him. “I think I’ve got a pretty good read on you at this point so I understand why you’re acting like this, but I assure you it’s nothing to get so upset about. I didn’t pay for lunch because I don’t think you’re perfectly capable of doing it yourself. I just did it because it was the right thing to do, and I wanted to do it. That’s all.”

“Why?” You whisper, unable to find the strength to speak any louder than that when you were looking up at him like this. “Why did you feel so inclined even after I told you I didn’t want that? Is it because you’re a big, strong man and I’m just a weak woman you get to push around?”

An odd look crosses his face, but you have no idea what to make of it. You can never seem to get a good grasp on his body language no matter how closely you study it. “That is not what I think at all, miss. You’ve got a good head on your shoulders but sometimes you really let your emotions get the better of you. And before you say it, no, I don’t mean it like that. If you were a man I’d say the exact same thing. You do realize how carried away you get, don’t you?”

“Carried away?” You echo him, disbelief coloring your voice. “You - you are positively incorrigible, do you know that? I’m not sure where you get off acting like I don’t have perfectly good reason to be wary of you when you’ve done nothing but torture me with your presence every time we’ve met!”

“Sorry to disappoint, but that’s not what I get off on.”

Heat races up your neck to settle in your face, making you choke and sputter indignantly until you finally manage to find your voice again. “I think I have a pretty good idea what you like, and you should be ashamed of yourself!” You snap with an accompanying tug on your captured arm. “Let me go. I’ve had more than my fill of you for one day.”

“No, I don’t think I will.”

“Wha — unhand me this instant, you damned brute! Don’t make me call for the Gardes. I already told you I would and I wasn’t bluffing!”

Easily holding you in place when you try to scuttle away, Wriothesley bends to bring his mouth close to your ear and the sudden, hot puff of breath against your skin instantly makes you freeze in place. “Unless you want me to give you a good swat right here in the middle of the street, I’d suggest you calm down.”

You absolutely hate the way you shudder fiercely in his grasp, fighting back a whimper at the lingering spectral ache that tingles across your backside. You couldn’t do this again. Couldn’t afford to let him get the upper hand here, not now when you had the safety of public immunity on your side. You still had the advantage in this situation, even if it didn’t really feel like it. “You can’t do that … you’ll be arrested.”

“Is that so?” He drawls, quite clearly unconcerned at the prospect, and you forcibly swallow the nerves threatening to choke you.

“I’ll file a report …”

“Perhaps you should.”

Noising a breathless, frightened little animal sound, you shoot him a deeply frazzled look but his expression remains as impassive as ever. What the hell was he even thinking? “You’re not immune from the law.” You try again, quaking in his hold. “Neither your status nor your … nor your job description will give you impunity. You’ll have to stand before the honorary Iudex and explain yourself to him.”

“Ah, well. Wouldn’t be the first time.” Ignoring your startled sound of confusion, Wriothesley straightens up again and gives your arm a gentle nudge. “Come. Before I take you home there’s something I need to tend to first.”

“Wha —“ Reeling, you stumble and almost trip when he shifts into motion, dragging you along for the first few steps until you get your jelly filled legs under control and reluctantly fall in line with him. It’s not like you really had much choice in the matter. “Are you completely out of your mind? There’s no way I’m letting you anywhere near my house! I can take care of myself just fine, your grace!”

“Oh, I don’t doubt that. But I’m not asking.”

The noise that comes out of you sounds suspiciously like the whistle of a tea kettle moments before it reaches boiling point. You give your arm a fitful yank as discreetly as you can manage when you realize there are a few people staring over at the two of you with curious, somehow accusatory looks, but he won’t let you go and it quickly becomes apparent that, short of flinging yourself onto the ground like a fussy toddler, you were just going to have to go along with it. He was sorely mistaken if he thought you were going to lead him right to where you lived though, and nothing he said was going to change that. You’d sooner throw yourself into the vast waters of Fontaine without a life preserver before you ever even entertained the notion!

And that is precisely how you hit the second hiccup of the day.

Wriothesley guides you by the arm down the road, across a side street, up a short lane and then right into a cramped little alley that stops at a deadend on the far side. Your heart positively flatlines when you see it and you desperately try to dig your heels in to stop the forward motion as he pulls you straight towards it but there’s no stopping him. He’s too big, too strong, and all you can do is choke on a frightened little sound when he steps right up to the wall and then turns, expertly juggling your arm from the iron hold of one hand into the other. The static electricity that shoots through you at the first creeping suspicion of what he planned to do makes your skin prickle with a fresh wave of horror, and you immediately dance up on your toes as if to escape the swing of his palm.

“Wait, wait, wait! You can’t do this. Not here. We’re in public! If someone sees — no, even if no one sees it isn’t that still a bit much? Don’t you think you’re taking this too far, your grace? I mean, I thought you said this wasn’t what gets you off, right?” You offer up a nervous, borderline hysterical laugh as if to ease some of the tension in the cramped alley. “Besides, didn’t you say you had something to tend to? An errand, isn’t it? You need to do something - something elsewhere, don’t you? If it’s groceries you need to pick up, I’d be happy to accompany you …”

He silently regards you for a prolonged, incredibly nerve wracking moment before slowly leaning forward and you can’t quite stop the terrified squeak that bursts out of you when he grabs a much too tight, pinching handful of your backside. Blocky fingers dig into soft flesh hard enough to make you hiss and rock up in a blithe attempt to escape it but he just follows you with his hand, giving the meat of your behind a sharp jostle as he turns to press his mouth to your hair.

“What I need to tend to is this bratty ass of yours. I’m not entirely sure why you act this way yet but we’ll get to the bottom of it soon enough. I’m going to give you some incentive now, and then take you home so I can finish teaching you how to behave and you’re going to stand there and take it like a big girl, aren’t you?”

You sway unsteadily in his hold, thoughtlessly dropping your bag so you can lift your uncaptured arm to brace a numb hand against the wall. What were you even supposed to say to that? And never mind the fast pumping adrenaline of fear and remembered pain suddenly pumping through your system, why on earth were you starting to feel tingly all over as if … almost as if you were excited?

That couldn’t be, though. It couldn’t.

There was simply no way he’d unlocked something so perverse and dangerously immoral in you the last time he decided to play this nasty game. You didn’t like it — gods, you barely even liked him! You didn’t, didn't, didn’t, didn’t - -

“Little miss,” He abruptly intones, snapping you back to reality with a sharp, haggard gasp. “When I ask you a question I expect an answer.”

“Y - yes, sir.” You blurt, dull surprise washing over you at your own obedience. What was happening to you?

“That’s better, but what are you telling me ‘yes’ to?”

You blink owlishly at the wall. Couldn’t seem to tear your gaze away from it, like you were in a trance. “I … I’ll stand here. Like a good girl.”

Drawing a slow, stilted breath, Wriothesley finally lets up on your ass in favor of rubbing over the fleshy swell through the now wrinkled back of your dress. His palm is broad and rough even through his fingerless gloves, and you sensitively shiver at the contact. “You know that means no screaming. No crying. No carrying on like a child, as if you haven’t earned a much needed correction for yourself carrying on the way you have. You wouldn’t want someone to come running just to find you getting your butt spanked, would you?”

“… no, sir.”

“Good.” His hand abruptly retreats only to come cracking back down with a blinding swat! and you jerk forward at the impact, sputtering on a half realized shriek. “Today we’ll be working on your ability to accept what you're given and show gratitude for it. I want you to thank me this time instead of counting, is that understood?”

Still wincing at the lingering sting of that first hit, you draw a slow, shuddering breath and lean your forehead against the wall. You couldn’t believe this was really happening again any more than you could believe your willing compliance on the matter. Surely there had to be something very wrong with you to be acting this way. “Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”

Swat!

“Eek! Thank you, sir …”

“Good girl,” He murmurs, giving your arm a brief tug to pull you closer to his side as he shifts to truly loom over you now. You whimper when you feel his hand cock back, preparing for the next swing, but it doesn’t immediately come. Instead, his mild tone drifts over you again like a warm, prickling mist. “Spread your legs a little bit for me and lean into the wall. Come on. I know it’s hard to do right now but it’ll be much easier on you this way. I’ve got you … that’s it. Just like that. You’re already being so good for me now.” A sudden snort of laughter from him makes you twitch. “I had a feeling this was exactly what you’d need as soon as you walked into my office. Glad to see I was right about that.”

Screwing your eyes shut against that soft praise, you anxiously shudder and squirm in place when every single nerve ending in your body seems to vibrate with the lingering anticipation of when the next hit would come. What a tortuous feeling. You didn’t like it, you didn’t.

“Thank you, sir …”

Swat!

You groan at not only the burning sting but also the way your ass jiggles from the force of the hit, somehow humiliating you even further and driving the hurt home. It doesn’t take long for you to figure out why he’d wanted you to bend forward. The crease of your sit spot already felt like it was on fire from just that one slap and he hadn’t been able to strike it when you were holding yourself straight and stiff as a board. Now, though, he’s free to pepper the tender area with quick, rapid fire strikes to leave you trembling against the wall, gasping each time his hand makes contact.

“Ow! Thank you, sir … eek! Ooh - oh! Nnghnn, thank you, sir! Nghn! T - thank you, sir …”

“Excellent. You’ve really taken to this like a duck to water, haven’t you?” He drawls, still bringing his palm down across your shuddering ass again and again, and again. Completely at ease and frustratingly collected about the whole thing, as if this wasn’t even affecting him at all. “Tell me, little miss. Have you received many spankings before?”

“N - no, sir … ahhn! Thank you, sir! Yeow! Ow, ow, ow, thank you, sir!”

Wriothesley hums in consideration, barely heard over the intense pounding in your ears. “That’s interesting. I didn’t think so, of course, but,” Swat! “It’s still of a certain interest to me. You’re surprisingly obedient for someone with so much attitude.” Swat! “You wouldn’t happen to be enjoying this, would you?”

You go ramrod stiff, eyes widening to the approximate size of dinner plates, but then the next slap comes and you lurch with a wounded grunt. Your head feels like it’s stuffed with cotton now as you ever so slowly turn your head against the wall to look in the opposite direction so he couldn’t see your face. You weren’t exactly sure what kind of expression you were making when you felt so hot and flustered, and jittery, but you were certain you’d wither away to nothing if he looked directly at you right now.

“O - of course not, don’t be ridiculous! I hate it almost as much as I hate you!”

Wriothesley barks out a sudden laugh. “Is that so? You know there’s a way to check, don’t you?”

Stiffening, you go so utterly still you think you’ve forgotten how to breathe. In fact, you’re certain you have, given the way your heart sputters and skips a harrowing series of beats. It makes your lungs constrict painfully tight and, at last, when you start to grow dizzy, you force yourself to draw a thick, suffocating inhale. He couldn’t be serious …

“What are you talking about?” He couldn't be serious …

“I’m sure I don’t have to explain it to you.” He couldn’t be serious … “Shall I check?” He couldn’t be serious … “But I hope you know if I find out you’re lying you’ll be in even more trouble.” He couldn’t be serious …

He could not be serious!

His calloused fingers slipping under the back of your dress snap you out of your horrified trance with all the lurching force of a sack of bricks and you gasp — no, you heave so hard it feels like your soul is slipping right out of your throat. You jerk upright so suddenly and so fast you actually stumble and start to collapse in a tangle of noodly legs but the hand gripping your arm just bodily hauls you back up again to shove you flush against the wall. You think you would have screamed at that very moment, damn the consequences, but you can’t quite seem to pull enough oxygen into your lungs to accomplish it. All you can do is blubber hysterically as he pins you flat by pressing into the back of your shoulder, applying enough force to bring you up on your tip toes, while his other hand indelicately bullies its way up between your legs to cup your pussy through the thin layer of your panties.

You jolt at the contact and go still again, panting excessively for as short as that brief struggle had lasted, and Wriothesley noises a quiet sound before carefully curling his fingers back. The blunt tips of them press into you, stiltedly rubbing over the lips of your cunt with slow, indescribably heavy passes that make you tremble wildly. You can’t quite seem to get a hold on it no matter how hard you try to stop it though, your teeth clenching tight enough to hurt when he twists his hand so he can slip those long digits into the leg hole of your underwear. A flood of tears pricks at your eyes when he finds your slit again and starts to press in, but he doesn’t have to go very far before finding sticky slick waiting for him.

“I knew it.” He announces without much aplomb or intonation to clue you in on his thoughts. Archons, what an insufferable man.

“Are you satisfied?” You practically spit, as furious with him as you were with yourself.

“Quite. And you? Are you satisfied?” His tone drops an octave lower to accompany the slow, teasing glide of his fingers through your cunt, tracing from the back up to the front while pointedly avoiding any real pleasure inducing spots along the way. It makes you quietly seethe and hiss, straining against the hand keeping you against the wall, but it’s no use. He’s got you trapped.

“What do I possibly have to be satisfied about?”

“Well, you’ve earned yourself another paddling, for starters.”

Your entire body seizes at that and, noising an incoherent blubber, you finally twist your head back around to look up at him with big, wet eyes. “W - wait, you don’t mean that - -“

“I do. I’m very sincere, in fact. Not only have you lied to me but you even continued to lie after I gave you a chance to make a better decision. You have to know that’s not acceptable, don’t you?”

Blatant confusion marches across your face and then camps there, drawing your mouth into a warbling frown. Seeing this, Wriothesley allows his own to curl in a small, taunting little smirk that just sets every single alarm bell in your head off all at once. Whatever he was about to say, you weren’t going to like it …

“You didn’t really think I had no idea, did you? Come on. I had you spread you out over my lap without anything covering this cute pussy of yours. Just because I was mainly focused on your ass, that doesn’t mean I was oblivious to everything else going on at the time.”

Try as you might, you just couldn’t make any sense of it. “But … but - -“

“But?”

You swallow. Very, very hard. “But … but you — you didn’t say anything?”

“Was I supposed to?”

“That’s not what I mean and you know it! I swear, you are absolutely, positively, irredeemably - -“

“Yes, yes, you hate me. I’m sure we’ve already covered that.” Breathing out a stiff sigh, Wriothesley finally relents and withdraws his fingers from your cunt. You can’t quite manage to bite back the whimper that rises in your throat at the loss, but he pays it little mind and instead busies himself with casually gathering up the back of your dress. “If you want the truth of it, I very strongly considered acting on it then too. I thought about it a lot, actually, but then I regretted not doing anything besides rubbing cream on your sore bottom and sending you on your way. Why do you think I mailed off that first letter to you the very next day? And the one after that when you didn’t respond, and the one after that?”

“You - you were hoping for this to happen?” You squeak, trying in vain to twist away when he hikes your skirt up around your waist and cool air wafts against the hot burn throbbing across your ass.

Whimpering, you try to reach back with your free hand to yank it back down or at least cover yourself from anyone that might be walking past the open lip of the alley in the seemingly far distance, but you don’t quite make it that far. Suddenly releasing his hold on your shoulder, Wriothesley quickly snakes it around your middle and locks your arm to your side in the process, too fast for you to properly react. A flood of protests erupt from your mouth as he tucks you in tight against him so he can hold you in place just like that no matter how hard you squirm. He then takes his time casually juggling the bulk of your dress into his other hand before reaching back down to grasp your panties which he slowly pulls up on to make the fabric ride up and press into you. Potent, swimming embarrassment makes you feel dizzy with it while he nudges the cotton until the swell of both cheeks slips out from the bottom to leave you vulnerable and exposed. The skin feels hot and splintery against the air, and you grimace when he smooths his palm over it to really rub it in.

“I wouldn’t say I was hoping for this specific situation to happen,” He drawls in that perpetually unapologetic tone of his. “But I did want to see you again, yes. I’d thought I might try to woo you and make up for how our first meeting went in the process but you’re certainly a stubborn little thing, aren’t you? Not that I’m disappointed, mind you. This suits me just as well too.”

You waver at that, whimpering softly at the implication. “Is that the only reason, your grace?”

Pausing, Wriothesley just lets his massive hand rest across your ass for a long moment while you try to blink back the sudden onslaught of tears making your eyes turn misty. At length, he draws a carefully controlled breath. “No. That’s not the only reason. We can talk about it more in depth later but … I really would like a chance to woo you, if you’d be kind enough to let me.”

You very nearly burst out in hysterical laughter at that. What an absurd thing to say when he had you pinned and immobile against his side, the back of your dress crudely hiked around your waist and your underwear meanly pulled up to expose your red bottom to all of Fontaine. It was ludicrous and insane, and unthinkable, and preposterous, and — and - -

He didn’t really mean that … did he?

An abrupt, halfhearted swat to the meat of your ass startles you back to reality with a soft yelp. “Don’t go drifting off on me now, little miss. You still need to show me you know how to give appreciation for the things I give you. I didn’t forget that last one.”

Your cheeks burn somehow even hotter at that reminder. You had indeed let it slip your mind and you were quite tempted to tell him exactly where he could shove his thanks but you were a bit too caught up in the pitter patter skipping across your chest to truly fight it. His methods were the very definition of crazy but you couldn’t exactly deny that they were working. Damn him.

Breathing deep to calm yourself, you let it out with a slow, shuddering exhale. “I’m sorry, sir. I won’t forget again.”

Wriothesley presses his mouth to your hair and murmurs a quiet, “good girl” that makes you go cross eyed from how intensely you shake because of it. You feel the shift of his arm but you don’t even have the presence of mind to ask him to wait.

Swat! Right across the bare strip of your ass.

“Nnghn! T - thank you, sir!” Swat! “Thank you, sir! Oh - oooh, nnghah! Thank you, sir!” Swat! “Hahhn! Ahh! Thank you, sir … nghn! Thank you, sir …” Swat!

Wheezing, you hang limply in his ironclad hold now, only having the strength left to jerk at the impact of his hand and twitch from time to time as the prickling heat gradually spreads and strengthens over your defenseless backside. Same as the last time, Wriothesley falls into an easy, steady rhythm that alternates between both cheeks, pausing only long enough for you to speak and then immediately cracking down on the opposite side. It doesn’t take long for your bottom to start throbbing in hot, attention grabbing pulses that make you feel woozy with whatever trance comes over you whenever he strikes you like this. You don’t understand it — aren’t even really sure if you wanted to understand it at this point — but the Duke of Meropide is true to his word, and he maintains his unfaltering hold on you even when your legs slowly turn into limp, shuddering noodles under you.

Over and over, and over again, he spanks you until the world seems to spin around you at a nauseating pace, but your voice keeps you grounded and present in the moment. You couldn’t escape the blistering sting of his hand in any capacity, not mentally and certainly not physically, so the only thing you can do is simply accept it. Not just the punishing bite of his palm striking the same tender spot repeatedly but him, specifically, too. The greater point of this lesson was not lost on you but you did almost wish it could have been accomplished a different way. Perhaps if you weren’t always so stubborn …

“Ohh! T - thank you, sir!” You seethe, squirming against the mind numbing sting, but the next strike doesn’t come though. So lost under the intoxicating medley of endorphins and adrenaline, you actually start to wonder if you’d actually thanked him out loud or if you’d only done so in your head. Panting raggedly, you swallow down a mouthful of air and then try again. “Thank you, sir …”

“Don’t worry, I heard you the first time.” He murmurs, the note of humor in his voice inspiring a fresh shudder in your aching body when he gives your hip an approving pat. “You did well, little miss. No screaming, no crying … how’s your bottom feel?”

Rather cruelly, Wriothesley drags his palm over the throbbing swell of your ass, and you tense up in his hold with a sharp hiss. “It feels wonderful, sir.”

He actually laughs at that — a real, genuine laugh that leaves you reeling and so surprised you can only blink in wide eyed disbelief as he carefully untangles himself from you so he can get you settled on your feet again. “That’s what I like to hear. You’re never going to lose that sharp tongue, are you?” He looks at you steadily, big hands cradling your hips to give you another moment longer to recover without needing to worry about falling over, and you just look back at him in perplexed silence.

Slowly bringing your arm up, you wipe at the evidence of tears on your hot face, and maybe just a tiny little bit of snot too. You would be glad for a wet rag when you got home. “I'm afraid not.”

“Good. I like a girl with sass.” His smile edges into sly mischief territory, pinning you with a clear look of challenge. “I’ll never run out of excuses to keep punishing you so long as you keep that up.”

Sniffing primly, as if you hadn’t just gotten your ass beat, you offer him a flat, unamused scowl. “Yes, well, I really wish you hadn’t pulled on my underwear like that. So unnecessary.” With a click of your tongue, you start to reach back with every intention of tugging them back down into place, but he reaches out to snag your arm before you can follow through.

“No, leave it.”

You sputter indignantly. “I beg your pardon?”

“I said leave it like that. It’ll give you something to think about on the way home every time your dress brushes against your sore bottom, and keep you in suspense for the second part of your punishment.”

“… you were serious?”

“Terribly.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

You could not believe you were doing this.

You absolutely, positively could not believe you were doing this!

Stealing a quick, surreptitious glance over your shoulder, you find Wriothesley right where you left him just a second ago. Standing at the foot of the stairs that lead into your small, cramped little flat in the city, one hand holding your leather bag at his side and the other expectantly braced on his hip while he patiently waited for you to get it into gear and unlock the door. A fresh rush of nervous anxiety crashes into you all at once, and you whip back around to fiddle with the key some more.

Dear archons above, you couldn’t believe you were actually doing this!

Not only had you blithely accepted your fate and taken him straight to your home like a good, obedient pet, but you’d even been naive enough to find yourself somewhat excited to have him there on the way over. Even the constant throbbing that encompassed your poor bottom was not enough to distract from the eager pitter patter you’d felt in your chest but now that it was really happening and the full weight of the situation was bearing down upon you, you were suddenly consumed by a smothering sense of fear. What exactly was he going to do to you once he got you inside? Was he really planning on spanking you some more? Paddling you? What if he expected you to have sex with him after that brief exchange back in the alley?

Oh, bless the seven, what kind of horrible mistake had you made?

“Do you need any help?” He calls behind you, almost startling you enough to make you drop your key.

“No, no! Everything’s under control! Nothing to be concerned about!” You titter nervously and fumble to get the key inserted into the lock but your shaking hands keep missing and it felt like you were right on the brink of a full blown panic attack. Far be it that you were in any position to actually understand anything about this contemptible man but you were really going to have to make an effort to figure out what exactly it was that came over you every time you crossed paths with him, because now that it was faded to a mere afterthought you were a jittery mess.

It was almost like … almost like he was drugging you, the effects so calming and soothing that your mind couldnt help but recede to a narrow pinpoint that consisted entirely of Wriothesley, his hands on you and the pain making your body sing. But he’d never had a chance to slip you anything. You’d declined having any tea in his office, and you hadn’t left your drink alone even once back at the cafe. So then what the hell was it?

He’s suddenly leaning over you, beefy chest brushing against your shoulder, and you jolt so hard you really do drop your key this time. “Eek! What are you doing?”

Sending you a slow, mild look of questioning, Wriothesley sedately bends down to retrieve it from your feet and then straightens back up to his full, towering height again. “I’m helping you. Relax. You’re going to pop a blood vessel one day, getting yourself so worked up.”

Ignoring your indignant sputtering, he reaches around you to soundly insert the key into the lock on the first try, giving it a good turn to make the inner mechanism give way. He turns back to you with a vaguely pleased smile and you narrow your eyes at him in warning, holding out your hand to accept the key which he deposits neatly into your palm. You close your fist around it as he gestures you in first and, nose in the air, you huff your way inside with as much dignity as you can muster.

The sound of his heavy boots thumping after you and the subsequent swing, click and turning lock of the door quickly sobers you though, and you fretfully glance around the main room. You weren’t exactly slovenly but it would have been nice to have some warning that he would be coming over beforehand so you could have cleaned. Your morning coffee cup was still sitting out on the table and - -

“Nice place.”

You subtly twitch at the sound of his voice. “I’m sure it’s nothing compared to what you’re used to, your grace.”

Noising a noncommittal sound, Wriothesley wanders further into the flat, depositing your bag onto the table when he passes by it and then he pauses at the threshold of the small kitchen where he turns to look back at you. “May I?”

“Knock yourself out.” You murmur, crossing your arms somewhat defensively. He ducks his head in a brief nod and then promptly disappears into the next room where you can hear him walking around what sounds like the whole perimeter. Brow quirked, you curiously trail after him only to find the Duke of Meropide himself inspecting the contents of your icebox. “Are you looking for something?”

“I wanted to see if you had something that could be used as a substitute salve for your bottom. Cryo slime condensate and some mint should work well enough in a pinch, but …”

He trails off in thought and you can’t quite help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. “Didn’t come prepared then, I take it?”

He closes the lid on the icebox and sends you a meaningful look across the room. “Don’t worry, I won’t make the same mistake again.”

This time you do laugh. “Awfully presumptuous of you to assume there will even be a next time, don’t you think?”

Wriothesley hums a sound that could mean any number of things or nothing at all, giving the kitchen a final look over before breezing right past you back out into the main room. Bewildered, you quickly trail after him hot on his heel.

“I mean, just look at the situation! Don’t you think this is all a little odd from my perspective? You said you wanted to woo me but you’ve certainly done a banger job of that so far and more to the point — wait!”

You scramble forward, hands desperately reaching out to grab him when you realize he’s turning straight into the bathroom, but you’re a fraction of a second too late. Rounding the doorway with your heart lodged in your throat, you come face to face with a scene straight from your worst nightmares. A handful of your brassieres, some plain and cotton, others lacy and ruffled, hanging out to dry over the clawfoot tub, right out in the open.

And that was to say absolutely nothing of the panties hanging from the dainty drying rack right next to them!

“You fiend! Don’t look!” You scramble to get around him so you can reach up and frantically wrench a handful of your unmentionables loose, clutching them protectively to your chest, but the sound of his laughter gives you pause. You can practically feel steam coming out of your ears as you turn your head to glare daggers at him, knowing he would’ve dropped dead on the spot if only looks could kill.

“Cute.” Is all he says before turning on his heel and strolling right back out, leaving you standing there in your gaping confusion.

“What the — hey! Wait a second!”

Very nearly tripping over your own feet, you lurch after him but this, too, is much too late to stop. You watch him swing your bedroom door open like he owned the place, disappearing inside without a second thought, and you come dashing in behind him just a second later.

Quickly inserting yourself between him and the rest of the room, you furiously throw your lingerie down on the floor and put your hands on your hips. “Just what do you think you’re doing?” You demand, breathing a little heavier than you would’ve liked. “You’re a guest here, not the damned landlord! You can’t just waltz in here and start showing yourself around! What are you even looking for? I don’t have anything of worth if you’re thinking about trying to rob me!”

A bemused look settles across his face, sapphire eyes dancing with obvious mirth. “You know better than that.”

“At this point I’m not so sure anymore, your grace … somehow every time we meet I just find myself caught up in a whirlwind and I can’t make any sense of it. I don’t understand you.”

The last part is barely more than a whisper but his expression softens again, in as much as it ever does. With a deliberate slowness, like he was dealing with a terribly skittish animal, Wriothesley carefully steps closer and brings his arms up as if to pull you in against him. You twitch, instinctively tensing up, but you grudgingly allow him to gather you up against the firm wall of his body. It reminds you of the last time in his office and your mildly sore behind gives a muted throb at the lingering memory even as you breathe out a terse breath. Slowly, you start to relax against him. He certainly did smell nice …

“Forgive my poor manners. I did not mean to invade your privacy, little miss.” He tells you softly, matching the quiet intimacy of the bedroom and pulling you further under his damnable spell. “I only wanted to see how you lived so I could better understand you. You’re not the easiest person to get a read on either, you know.”

You want to prickle defensively at that — know you should — but you can’t quite seem to find the strength to be upset anymore. Hesitantly, you bring your hands up to clutch at his waistcoat with hands that feel incredibly small against him. Dainty, even. “Did you mean it?”

“Hm?” His burly arms give you a lingering squeeze, one of his hands stiltedly rubbing over your back, and it makes you shudder against him.

“What you said earlier … about wanting to woo me?”

“Ah. You’re still thinking about that.” Chuckling quietly, Wriothesley shifts against you and you feel him tip his head back, speaking up at the ceiling now. “I did. I may be a no good scoundrel and a brute, but I wouldn’t tell you something like that if I didn’t mean it. I think you’re a lovely young lady, even if you are a pushy, hardheaded brat half the time. A pretty face and the smarts to match … a cute butt,” His hand slides lower, curling over the swell of your bottom to give it a taunting pinch, making you whimper at the reignited ache in the skin. “And a cute pussy, too. You’re the whole package as far as I can tell. Though, I do suppose we’ve done things a bit out of order, haven’t we?”

You shake your head, face buried in the lower half of his thick chest. “You are certainly a scoundrel, you’re right about that.”

Dragging his hand back up, Wriothesley takes your hips and starts to gently nudge you back. “Come, let’s sit.”

You almost fall for it, so caught up in the hazy shroud that seems to befall you every single time he touches you, but then you abruptly remember what’s behind you. The bed. The one and only chair in the bedroom was in front of the desk, on the opposite wall. Your heart instantly slams into overdrive and you jerk back in his hold with a ragged gasp, hands coming up to shove at him. “No!”

To your great relief he actually stops at the near hysterical edge in your voice, giving you a funny look even as he cautiously releases his hold on you so he can lift his arms in surrender. “I’m sorry. Just calm down. Can you tell me what’s wrong?”

You would’ve liked to breathe out a sigh, glad that he was, for whatever reason, taking you seriously now, but you were a bit too jittery with nerves to draw a full breath for that. Instead, you just offer up a tittering laugh and try to wave it off. “Of course nothings wrong. It’s fine. Really. I just don’t want to sit right now, that’s all. Still so many things to do!”

It feels like your face is on fire as you quickly duck around him to make a beeline for the door so you can get out of here and put some much needed space between the two of you, but Wriothesley stops you with a gentle yet firm hand on your elbow. Whimpering softly, you make a valiant attempt to twist out of his hold but as usual his grip on you is as good as iron and you soon find yourself pulled right back around to face him.

“That was a rather big reaction for it being nothing. I’m sure I could figure it out for myself in due time, but I’d greatly appreciate you being honest with me now so I don’t make the same mistake again going forward.”

“It’s nothing …”

Wriothesley outright scoffs at that. “Pardon my language, little miss, but that’s bullshit. I’ve never heard you sound like that before, not even when I took that brush to your behind in my office. If I thought you were simply being dramatic or acting up I wouldn’t humor it but that’s not what’s going on here … is it?”

You don’t immediately answer, not quite sure what to say or how to say it, and at length he draws an infinitely patient breath.

“I could probably guess,” He says almost thoughtfully, like he already had a sneaking suspicion. “Is it the bed? Are you scared of being in here alone with me?”

Keeping your eyes downcast and firmly locked on the toes of your shoes, you give a slow nod in response. Archons, was he actually going to make you say it out loud …

“I don’t understand why, though. I’ve had plenty of chances to force myself on you if that was what I planned to do.”

“I’m a virgin.”

A visible startle dances down his arm. You screw your eyes shut, not quite sure what you expected him to say or do with that information and, for a horribly long beat, he doesn’t seem to know what to do with it either. The long stretch of silence that follows your admittance is static charged and heavy. Cloyingly thick. Suffocating — though that very well could have just been from where your lungs were constricting painfully tight, braced for the pin to drop. You almost wished you were just being dramatic or bratty, and the thought of being stretched out underneath his massive body didn’t scare you quite so much.

Finally, eventually, Wriothesley looses a slow puff of air. “Thank you for telling me. Although I do wish you’d said something sooner, before I … well, it doesn’t matter, I suppose. All I did was touch you back in that alley, but I hope you realize how risky that could have been.”

“I’m sorry, sir …” It’s all you can think to say.

With a mild click of his tongue, he gently tugs you into him again, and this time you can’t stamp down the urge to fling your hands up and cling to him. “There isn’t anything for you to apologize to me for.” He murmurs, comfortingly rubbing across your back while the other hand slides up to cradle the curve of your skull. “Luckily I’m not actually that much of a brute and I’m capable of controlling myself. I won’t deny that I strongly considered sliding my fingers inside you back there but I decided to wait until we got to your place because …”

He trails off, sounding ever so slightly ruffled, and you shift against him in your surprise. “Because why?”

“Because I wasn’t sure if you were going to be a screamer or not.”

Your stomach gives a sudden lurch at the implication and you nuzzle your face deeper into his body, whimpering softly at the way your pussy flutters in unmistakable interest. You were undoubtedly curious, keen even, but … despite its potency that eager gushing excitement wasn’t quite enough to dispel your concerns on the matter. He was just so big, you could only imagine whatever was hiding in his pants must be rather large too. Never mind the fact you’d only just met the guy not that long ago, how were you supposed to rationalize the size difference here?

You’re still trying to work that out in your cotton stuffed mind when, eventually, Wriothesley gives you a final, reassuring pat and then carefully moves to extricate you from himself. “Alright. Come with me. Let’s talk in the other room then. I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want.”

Unable to stop it, you shoot him a sharp, unamused look but he just gives you that small, secretive smile as he guides you through the door which he reaches back to close behind himself with a soft click of finality. You were loath to admit it but you did feel marginally better having the bed closed off away from the both of you. It seemed less dangerous, somehow.

“Nothing like that.” He amends, steering you over to the table in the main room where he tugs out a chair and drops himself into it. Much to your squawking surprise, however, he then half lifts, half pulls you on top of him to sit on his thigh and you waver nervously on your perch. You weren’t used to being manhandled in such a way — or any way, for that matter — but he steadies you with a firm hand, taking a moment to make sure you’re situated comfortably before leveling you with an unexpectedly sincere look. “Let’s make a deal. We’ll continue on as we have been, and nothing changes. I’d still like to work with you on your proposals for the inmates, because I think you have a good head on your shoulders and your heart is generally in the right place, even if it is at times a bit misguided. I’d also like to keep seeing you, if you’ll permit it. I won’t force myself on you and we’ll take it at your pace, whatever you’re comfortable with. You just need to be honest with me about these things, and I think we’ll do just fine.”

Slowly, your gaze starts to wander in thought, but Wriothesley reaches up to take your chin and turn you back to look at him again.

“I’m serious, little miss. You can still be a brat and talk back to me all you want, and I’ll just keep putting you in your place. I can correct you as many times as you need me to. But you have to be upfront about this. I’m not a mind reader, and I can’t know what you’re feeling unless you tell me. Do you understand?”

You search his face for a moment, admittedly taken aback by the weight in his gaze. It was … a lot. But Wriothesley, as a person, was also a lot. You couldn’t read him, didn’t understand him, could barely stand to be in the same room as him, so … why then did you suddenly want him to kiss you so badly? Surely it was just that muddied, intoxicating daze that fell over you every time he touched you influencing your judgment, right?

Right?

“Yes, your grace. I understand.”

He relaxes somewhat, some of the tension draining from his broad shoulders as he gives your hip a reassuring squeeze. “Excellent. Are you ready for the rest of your lesson now?”

Sending him a wary look, you decide to test the waters some. You were always good at that. “What if I tell you I’m not comfortable having you spank me like a child every time the thought strikes your fancy?”

“Then I’d tell you that’s too bad. I’ve already seen for myself just how quickly you get yourself in order with the right incentive, and I’m also well aware that you secretly like it. More importantly, however, I know you need it. You felt good after the last time, didn’t you?”

You scoff at that and turn on his lap to affix your gaze to literally anything other than him. “I wouldn’t describe barely being able to sit down on the aquabus just to get back to the city as feeling good. I was miserable for days!”

“You deserved it.” He teases you, his tone taking on a playful edge as he brings his hand up to capture your chin again. You fight it though, twisting on his thigh and leaning as far back as you can manage without falling right off, but Wriothesley is persistent and he just follows after you, easily brushing off the smack of your hand when you try to slap him away. Finally, he manages to successfully get those long fingers around your jaw and he pulls you close until your nose comes to a stop just a scant few millimeters from his. “Come on, just look at me for a moment. Rather than physically, how did you feel mentally? Refreshed, right? Like you’d been flushed clean and filled back up again. Or maybe it would be more accurate to say like you’d been disassembled and then put back together.”

“That’s not an inaccurate way to put it …” You relent at last, though not without a fussy huff. “But I still don’t know if I’d call that feeling good, your grace. I don’t … I’m not sure what I felt or why I liked it but —“ Abruptly choking on what you’re saying, you look into the steady blue of his eyes with yours wide and round as deeply felt embarrassment creeps into your face. Why in the world did you say that? “W - will you kiss me, my lord?”

“Hmm. Do you want a kiss before or after your spanking?”

“That’s not - -“

“I am not so easily distracted, little miss. You would do well to remember that.” Softly, Wriothesley soothes the blunt, calloused pad of his thumb over your cheek, still just looking at you. Still waiting on an answer. “Shall I make the decision for you?”

Eyes flashing dangerously, you rear back to escape his hold and, surprisingly, he lets you go. Emboldened, you primly find your feet and he lets you do that too. You feel strangely victorious as you half turn away from him, hating the jittery, almost eager excitement that starts to course through you now. How shameful to react in such a way when you knew what was going to happen to you and there would be no escaping it. Had you always been such a masochist?

“Perhaps I no longer want a kiss from his grace if that is how he’s going to be about it. I’ll accept my punishment but you needn’t worry yourself with silly things like kisses or hugs, or anything of the sort.”

Snorting a quiet laugh, Wriothesley leans back in the chair with a soft creak. “Alright. Go get me one of your hairbrushes.” You give a little jerk and whip your head around to outright gape at him, but he just pins you with that usual smile. “A sturdy one. Nothing flimsy, or I’ll add twenty more on top of what you’re already getting.”

You open your mouth to protest, think better of it and slowly press your lips into a thin line instead. Hands clenching into tight fists at your sides, you storm off to the bathroom where you dig around inside the cupboard for a prolonged moment before eventually locating a broad backed wooden brush you no longer used which looked relatively similar to the one he’d had in his office. With your heart in your throat, you take it back to him and he accepts it with a small murmur of thanks.

“Anything else, your grace?”

“I’m glad you asked, actually.” He pauses to set the brush aside on the table and then looks at you again. “Take off your panties, please.”

Your brows shoot up in stark surprise, making him chuckle.

“Relax. I have no intention of doing anything untoward with you. I just want to see if you’ll willingly take them off and crawl across my lap or if I’ll have to drag you again. It’s hard, isn’t it? Knowing what’s coming but still putting yourself in that position anyway. I wonder how wet you’re getting just thinking about it.”

“Y - you just said - -“

“I said I wouldn’t do anything untoward. Not that I wouldn’t tease you a little bit.”

The sly, mischievous twinkle in his eye irritates you a great deal, and you shyly avert your gaze elsewhere as you hesitantly reach under your dress. “You are a terror!”

“I’m sure your ass will be in agreement with that soon enough.”

Groaning very softly, you hook your fingers into the waistband of your panties and carefully shimmy them down your legs so you can step out. Wriothesley watches attentively as you straighten up again, anxiously holding the balled up cotton to your chest even as you not so subtly rub your thighs together. You were indeed wet, you were more than a little horrified to realize. But he already knew that from earlier, or so you try to tell yourself, and you hesitate for only a moment when he expectantly holds out a hand to you. Shuffling over, you try very hard to ignore the way your heartbeat threatens to choke you as you carefully reach out to place your palm in his. Wriothesley pulls you even closer until your knee brushes his thigh and he reaches up to gently pluck your wadded up underwear from your slack fingers. He watches your face while he does it but you aren’t sure what he sees looking back at him when you were feeling so many surging emotions all at once, and he just carelessly tosses them on top of the table, not far from the brush.

“Lay down for me?”

You give a tight lipped nod but you don’t move. Can’t move. You just stand there for a long, drawn out beat with your hand clasped in his, trying to will your legs to move, but it’s like you’re rooted to the spot. Gradually, your eyes start to widen. Were you paralyzed with fear or … something else?

Shifting forward in his seat slightly, Wriothesley tips his head to look at your downturned face. “Do you want some help?”

“No!” You rush to say, jerking your head in a quick shake. “That’s quite alright, your grace. Just, ah …”

“I told you it was hard. Knowing what you’re submitting yourself to can really impact your mental state going into a spanking, which is precisely why I wanted to see how you’d react. Though, if you want my personal opinion,” He draws a brief, stilted breath. “I don’t think you’re quite as strong as you like to believe yourself to be, and I don’t say that disparagingly. There’s nothing wrong with needing help from time to time. If you ask me, I’ll give it to you.”

Softly, you start to shake. Your first instinct was, of course, to snap at him and put on a brave face, and impulsively throw yourself across his lap just to show him, to spite him. But you were feeling a little too vulnerable after everything that had happened today — and a lot had certainly happened between you and him. You’d reached some sort of tentative understanding though, hadn’t you? Had even admitted to something deeply personal and intimate (a few something’s, if you were being honest) and he’d met you with sincerity and honesty of his own so …

Maybe it really was okay to be vulnerable with him?

“I —“ You choke on that one single word and have to swallow before trying again. “I’m scared, your grace. I want to do it but I can’t bring myself to … and I don't know why. It’s silly, isn’t it?”

Your voice cracks on the last word, something in you shattering when Wriothesley dutifully reaches out to take gentle hold of your hip. The first tears streak down your cheeks as he positions you between the wide spread of his legs so he can gather up the front of your dress while you mewl and swipe at your face. You don’t know what’s suddenly come over you but everything abruptly comes rushing out in a flood that leaves you shuddering in front of him.

Satisfied that he had enough of the material gathered up to prevent it from getting caught under you now, he brings the other hand up to grab your waist. Under his steady guidance, you find yourself stiffly bending forward to lay across his thigh, vibrating at an ever increasing frequency when he tugs you more firmly into place to nudge your butt into the air.

“Are you comfortable like that, or would you prefer to lay across both my legs?”

“This is fine.” You thinly respond and, without any further preamble, Wriothesley flips the back of your dress up. Squeaking softly at the sudden rush of cool air against your already sore bottom, you lift both hands to cover your face with a quiet whimper only to yelp a beat later when he cups the meaty swell of one cheek before doing the same to the other. He gives this one a short, lingering squeeze to make you hiss at the residual pain and then returns to the other side to do the same.

He takes his time with it, just casually alternating his touch between both sides of your ass, rubbing and caressing the heated skin, offering it occasional pinches to really get the nerves sensitized. The anticipation of waiting is it’s own special brand of torture, and you start to feel well and truly dizzy with it long before he decides to get started. You really couldn’t believe you were doing this entirely of your own volition … not only had you wanted him to do it you’d even let him help you place yourself on the chopping block. What in the world was wrong with you?

“I’m going to start,” He intones at last, drawing his heavy palm over your ass one final time. “You don’t have to count or thank me for this. We’ll save that for your paddling at the end. For right now I just want you to focus on what it is you’re feeling, is that understood?”

“Yes, sir …”

“Good girl.”

His hand suddenly retreats and — swat!

You immediately lurch forward with a wounded, faltering sound of agony, tipping straight forward onto your toes in an instinctive attempt to escape that blistering swing. His thick arm tightens around your middle though, giving you enough room to squirm and dance, and writhe, but not nearly enough for you to slip loose. The security that comes in knowing his hold on you is so absolute is surprisingly reassuring though, and you allow yourself to freely feel every single moment of the following few minutes in unrestrained misery.

Just as every other time he’s spanked you, Wriothesley starts in on your sit spots first and he pays them extra special attention now, alternating back and forth between one and the other at a steady, unfaltering pace. Even trying to curl your legs up does nothing to dissuade him, and you just end up futilely kicking at the air while he continues to rain blow after blow, after blow upon your upturned ass. The insidious nature of him warming you up in the alley first and then letting the sting settle and fester, and recede to a dull ache before starting up again makes itself immediately known and it only becomes increasingly worse as it goes on. It feels like you're being pricked and stabbed by a million tiny needles all at once, and you choke on a half strangled wail when fresh tears soon start to stream down your face.

Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!

Over and over again, until it turns into a constant, painful blur. You’re vaguely aware of snot dribbling from your nose but you don’t quite have the wherewithal to reach up and swipe it away, much too consumed by the fiery burn spreading across your bottom to care very much about that right now. All you could really seem to comprehend in that moment was that it hurt. Bad. And with that sudden, clawing surge of pain came more tears, more sobbing, more hissing grunts that get caught in your raw throat and seem to cling there. It was overwhelming in a way that made your brain struggle just to process it, the ultimate culmination of too much buildup and not enough time to truly understand any of it.

Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!

It’s all you can do just to keep breathing through it. Was he actually hitting you harder this time, or was it something else making you squeal so much? All the livewire tension between you and the Duke of Meropide had finally crested, reached its breaking point after skirting around each other and the ever present looming threat of this all day, and it was — it was somehow both better and worse than the first time. It felt amazing to let your mind slip from the material world to a distant, dreamy place somewhere far, far away but it was also agonizing and teeth rattling in equal measure. Your ass felt like it was melting under the heavy crack of his palm. You hated it. You loved it. You had no damn idea what you were feeling anymore.

Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!

And suddenly … it stops.

Bonelessly rocking forward at the sudden reprieve, you let out a faltering, wet little gurgle that prompts him to slide his anchoring hand up to rub over your violently shuddering back. You probably would have found it quite reassuring had you not felt like you were going to be sick.

“How are you holding up, little miss?”

“I’m fine …” You slur out, still gasping for breath. Wriothesley pauses a moment, seems to think about it, and then shifts under you in the chair.

“Here, let’s get your legs up as well. The way you jerk so much it’s a wonder you haven’t pulled something yet.” He leans over you to reach down, gathering up your bottom half, and you wordlessly groan in protest as you weakly struggle against his hold. “Hush. I know it hurts but be a good girl for me, okay? There you go … isn’t that better? A little less strain on your middle, right?”

He pets you, very softly, and you tuck your face down against the side of his thigh with a pitiful tiny sniffle. You couldn’t feel much of anything other than the continuous, throbbing burning that blankets your entire backside, but if he said it was better to lay out across both his legs like this then it probably was. You were just so tired. Exhausted. You barely even had the energy left to cry anymore.

And that’s when it hits you. What he’d been talking about earlier. It did feel like you’d been flushed clean, every single thought, emotion and memory you’d ever possessed effectively wiped right out of existence and in its place was an empty blank canvas just waiting to be filled up again. For the moment at least you were free, and suddenly the tears start coming again even harder than before.

Wriothesley holds you through it, gently shushing you and rubbing your back when the tremors start to become too much, threatening to shatter you into a million fleeting pieces right there on his lap. It takes what seems like a very long time for you to start to calm yourself but eventually, finally, you slowly come down from it one jagged shard of you at a time. It leaves you wheezing in the aftermath, hiccuping every so often, and still he just keeps holding you.

It was … it was kind of nice, actually.

“Are you in the right headspace for your paddling now?”

Grimacing slightly, you sensitively squirm and shake on his lap. “Must we?”

“I’m afraid we must.” He agrees solemnly, tracing his blunt fingertips over the small of your back. “Remember what I told you last time about reinforcing the lesson and making sure you’ve been paying attention? Can you tell me what it is you’re being punished for?”

It takes you a very long moment to remember. “I didn’t want you to pay for my lunch but you insisted, and I got mad … you make me really mad sometimes.”

Wriothesley snorts a quiet laugh. “So I’ve noticed. What else, little miss? What else did you do to earn this hairbrush?”

Your head spins from thinking so hard but at last you manage a soft, “I lied.”

“Good. What did you lie to me about?”

“I … I lied about not enjoying it.”

Humming, he traces the path of your spine up to the bunched fabric of your dress, following the curve of every individual divot and bump. “Why did you lie to me about that?”

You really aren’t sure. Try as you might you just couldn’t seem to recall but, at last, you eventually settle on, “Because I don’t want to enjoy it. I don’t know why I do. Actually I’m not even really sure if I do enjoy it, or if you’re just tricking me.”

“How would I possibly accomplish that?”

“I don’t know …”

“Well, sweet girl, let me tell you something. There’s no shame in enjoying it and I am certainly not tricking you into it either. What is it that you like about it, specifically?”

You have to labor over that one too. Why was he asking you such complicated questions now of all times, when your head felt like it had been split open and pulled apart? “I guess I like the way your hands feel on me. I like how big you are, and how strong. I feel very small with his grace.”

A pause, thoughtful and curious. “Do you like being made to feel small?”

Brows knitting as a little bit of the fog starts to peel back, you bring your head up with a heavy, sluggish groan. “Stop asking me so many complicated questions. You are an insufferable man, your grace.”

“Well, then. My apologies.” He huffs, playing at offense, but you don’t miss the note of laughter in his voice even in your intoxicated state. Turning your head when he leans forward to grab the brush, you stiffen slightly with the realization that, yes, he was indeed about to spank you with it and you can’t help the curling tendril of fear at that as he settles back again. “Do you feel up to counting today, or would you like to just get it done and over with?”

“That doesn’t seem like much of a choice …”

Another amused snort. “It probably doesn’t. But you have been awfully good for me since we left that alley. Don’t think I didn’t see those big googly eyes you kept throwing at me.” He teases and, groaning, you reach up to cover your face again while he quietly laughs at your expense. “How about this - you count and I’ll give you a reward at the end. That sounds a bit more fair, doesn’t it?

“Fine. I don’t even care, just - -“

Swat!

It hits you out of nowhere and leaves you reeling, sensitively gasping and struggling just to stay in one piece. You shake for everything you’re worth, toes painfully flexing at the suffocating sensation while you twist against it. The brush hurt so, so bad. It felt like it was going to break you.

“Don’t start getting mouthy just because I gave you a chance to rest for a little bit. Goodness, I’m not sure I’ve ever seen anyone bounce back as quickly as you do.” Wriothesley seems to give his head a brief shake, readjusting the position of his legs under you to subtly angle your ass a bit higher and your top half just a pinch lower. The change in position leaves you blubbering for as slight as it is, and you furiously cling to his pant leg in a grip so tight it makes the knuckles scream, but a soft, attention grabbing tap of the brush against your hip soon draws you back into the moment.

“I’m waiting.”

“O - o - one, sir …”

Swat!

You nearly come right up off his lap from how hard you jerk, but his free hand presses down on your lower back to keep you pinned. Teeth gnashing, you viciously hiss and seeth, impotently kicking your legs against the blinding sting, but it does very little in the way of good. The hurt just sinks in, spreads and then lingers with a tingly, pinprick throb. Suddenly you weren’t so sure you could do this.

“I … I - I c - can’t —“

“You can, little miss. Although it looks like you might be a bit bruised by the end of it, I have nothing but the utmost faith in you.”

As if that made you feel even one iota better about it!

With a pitiful, sobbing mewl, you tuck your face down against his leg in defeat. There was nothing else you could do. “T - … two, sir.”

A short pause and then — swat!

You positively shriek, shaking so hard across his legs it’s probably a miracle he manages to stop you from sliding right off. This was terrible, and you’d barely even gotten started!

“Oooh, gods … th - three, sir. Eeek! Oohhooo! Ohh! Ooh … nnghhnn, f - … four, sir. Aghhn! Ahhaaa … aaahhnn, five, sir! Waaahh!”

The tears were starting to come again, or trying to, anyway, but you seemed to have cried everything out already. Your eyes just burn and swim with unshed films of mist as you rock against Wriothesley’s legs with each punishing blow. You could feel your skin crawling with every sickening pulse across your bottom, and that was to say nothing of the way your stomach lurches as if to shoot right up out of your throat. You didn’t feel quite as sick as before, but you were still pretty sure that you were going to be sick all over.

Swat!

You almost lose count, then you suddenly remember you’re only on seven.

Hysterically, you start to wail.

“S - seven, ss - sir … eeek! Hahhnngh … ha - eight, sir, please, don’t — yaaahhah! Oooh, nooo … you’re so mean, ahhn! Haahn! You’re mean, mean, mean!”

“Am I now?” He drawls, barely heard over your own delirious blabbering. You’d never felt like this before. Never been so incredibly caught up in such all encompassing, dizzying pain, and all you can seem to do is wheeze through it while you uselessly squirm in his lap.

“Ss - surely I’m not the — the first person to tell y - you that …”

“You’re not. However, I think you can come up with a much better way to stall than that.”

You laugh, hysterical and thin. He really was cruel. Quite possibly the meanest person you’d ever been unlucky enough to meet, which just further begged the question … why did you secretly feel so drawn to him, if he was nothing but mean to you? It didn’t make any sense. But, then again, neither does the way you mindlessly push back to arch your searing hot ass up in the air. You really couldn’t fathom what’s come over you, but you don’t stop long enough to linger on it or figure it out.

“Nine, sir!”

Wriothesley doesn’t even hesitate. Swat!

Writhing uncontrollably, you force yourself to seethe through it as fast as you’re able to so you can get the next one done and over with. This had quickly turned into an effort in strength of will rather than any kind of physical endurance, but you’d let him beat your ass a bit too much to tap out now. You would push through this just so you could slap him across his stupid smug face as soon as you’d recovered enough to do so!

“Ten, sir! Ahhn! Ah, ahhh, nngh … eleven, sir!”

Swat!

Archons, you really were going to be sick.

“T - twelve, sir! Waaahh! Ohh, gods … thh - thirteen, sir!”

Swat!

Legs kicking out violently, you take a moment to just shriek into the meat of his leg to muffle the sound. You were so close though … just a few more and you could finally be done with it.

“Nnghn - hahh! Ahh … four - fourteen, sir! Yaahhghh! Ooohhooo … oww. Fifteen, sir …”

Swat!

“Ahhgghh! Sixteen, sir! Eeek! Hehhee, eeh … s - seventeen … sir … yeowwch! Ohh, please! No more, no more, no mooooore!”

Patiently waiting until you calm down enough to hear him, Wriothesley gives your hip a soft, comforting caress with an accompanying jostle to go with it. “You only have two left, little miss. Are you sure you can’t do it? Hm? It seems like it would be such a waste of your efforts to take your punishment like a big girl only to give up now … I can give you a short break, if you want.”

Struggling not to hyperventilate, you suck in a series of quick, wet breaths and try very hard not to think about how badly your ass hurts. “Y - you’d really stop?” You squeak out, sounding threadbare and pitiful.

“If you truly needed me to, yes. But there is a big difference between you simply not wanting to do something and you being unable to do it. I think right now you’re just overwhelmed, is all, but do correct me if I’m wrong.”

You think about that for a long beat, frantically trying to blink away the thick tears lingering in your eyes. If it had been any more than two you were quite certain you wouldn’t have been able to do it but … two wasn’t so bad. It could have certainly been worse.

Finding your resolve, you viciously fist his pant leg in your hands and force your shuddering body to go still, thinking perhaps that would somehow help you get through the last of it. “Eh - eighteen, sir. Please.”

He shifts against you and — Swat!

It punches the air right out of you, leaves you gulping for oxygen like a fish out of water, but you don’t stop long enough to let it fully sink in. You couldn’t. “Nineteen, sir!”

Swat!

“Twenty! Ooooh, oh god, oh god!”

“Shh. Deep breaths. Just breathe it in and then let it out. There, you’ve got it. Keep going like that and you’ll be running your mouth again in no time.” He murmurs, making you groan in agony. As if the splintering, eye rattling pain wasn’t bad enough, now you had to listen to him crack jokes too. Amazing.

But, much to your chagrin, it does work, and you gradually start to come down from it enough to think a little more clearly as the minutes continue to tick by. It’s not by much but at least it lessens enough so that your brain doesn’t feel like it’s bobbing in the tumultuous current out at sea. Even the first time he’d done this you hadn’t felt quite so drained and exhausted … but surely he hadn’t been taking it easy on you back then, right?

Right?

“Doing good over there?”

You draw a slow, stilted breath to steady yourself. “Yeah … no thanks to you, though.”

“Hah. And what did I say? I knew you weren’t going to stay down long.”

Gingerly, you start to push up, eager to get out of this uncomfortable position on your stomach, but Wriothesley is quick to grab you so he can control how fast you go, how quickly you can slide jelly filled legs to the floor and make an attempt to stand, but you just shake all over like a newborn fawn even with his help. With a soft click of his tongue, the Duke of Meropide reaches up to grab under your arms and non too gently hauls you right back into his lap again despite your halfhearted protests. The only difference is, this time, you suddenly find yourself straddling his thick thigh and you jolt like he’d zapped you when the pressure digs up into your cunt.

Noising a wordless sound of confusion, you dazedly glance down to take in the sight of your legs bracketing his thigh, the material of your dress bunched and pooled around you in an inelegant, wrinkled heap. You have no idea what to make of this sudden development, how to even begin processing it. All you know is that the body heat bleeding up from him into you makes your pussy tingle warmly, and you abruptly realize just how wet you really are. The thought that immediately follows that one makes your eyes go big in horror.

“W - wait —“ You stammer, trying to stand again, but he just firmly holds you in place with those big rough hands on your hips. “Your grace, that’s - -“

“Hush. It’s nothing for you to worry your pretty little head over. Just relax. You want your reward, don’t you?”

Quaking, you cautiously lift your attention back to his face. “R - reward?”

Blunt fingers digging into you, Wriothesley keeps his gaze locked on yours as he slowly starts to lean forward. You’re so confused and jittery that you don’t know what to make of it at first, have no clue what he’s planning to do, but then — he kisses you. And suddenly everything seems to screech to a standstill.

It’s a soft yet firm press of his lips against yours, so featherlight and brief that it probably would have barely registered in your punchdrunk mind were it not for the intense spark of static energy that zaps through you all at once. You give a tiny little jerk against him, too surprised to react for a long, drawn out beat in which he simply keeps his mouth pressed to yours and nothing more. Like he was waiting. Anticipating how you would respond, if you would respond, when you would respond.

Abruptly, a delayed shudder finally tears through you hard enough to make you sway on his thigh. A soft gasp followed by a faltering groan. Your lashes sensitively flutter at the sudden rush of heady, sharp arousal that crashes into you all at once and you lift your hands, cautiously slow, to clutch at his impossibly broad shoulders. Wriothesley breathes out a soft sound of approval, spurning you on as he tips his head slightly to better accept the warbling kiss you shyly press back into him. He lets you test the waters on your own for a drawn out beat, his mouth steady under yours when he occasionally moves his lips with yours to further draw you into the motion despite your trembling uncertainty.

You like the way he tastes, you’re a little surprised to find. You also like the way he feels against you, under you, encompassing you, practically smothering you, and it doesn’t take long for a strange sense of desperation to creep in, prompting you to cling to him tighter. Kiss him more fervently and stiltedly rock into him in a blind search for more of what only he seemed to be able to give you.

As if that was the cue he’d been waiting for this whole time, Wriothesley starts to kiss you back in earnest now, suddenly dominating the exchange to leave you feeling lightheaded and dizzy. At the same time his hands on your waist tug your pelvis forward to drag your bare cunt across the swell of his thigh, and you sharply gasp at the intense sensation it causes. Nudging his leg up a little higher to make your toes inch up off the ground and leave the majority of your weight centered on your core, he settles into a tortuously slow pace of push and pull, guiding you through the motions with the ever secure anchor of his hands on your body. You quickly succumb to it, all of it. The sensation dragging against your slit as much as the ever present throb across your ass that seems to mirror the wild rhythm of your pulse, the mind numbing way he kisses you, the smell of him as much as the taste of him. You were drowning in it all, sinking alarmingly fast.

Finally unable to take it any longer, you weakly turn away from his demanding mouth to keen into the air, soft and thin. He doesn’t even hesitate to latch onto the side of your neck, pecking at your jaw and the pounding pulse point he finds a little lower, and you soon shudder at the warm, wet drag of a hot tongue when he laps at your skin. It really was too much. He was too much.

“Aah … y - your grace, please, I — I don’t understand - -“

“I know, I know.” He shushes you in a low, rumbling growl that has you instinctively arching your back, the glide of your cunt stuttering over his thigh at the overwhelm but his massive hands just keep tugging you back and forth, back and forth. “Just relax and let me take care of it. I’ve got you, okay? You know that don’t you, pretty girl?”

His mouth works its way back up, kissing along your cheek to claim your mouth again. As if he’s trying to consume you, pull you into his body, and he drags another stilted whine from the back of your throat with the dizzying motion. The lingering sting of tears rises in your eyes once again as you continue to rock against him, hips squirming eagerly in his hold, but no matter how wild you get he just keeps at that same unhurried pace. It’s almost as tortuous as the throbbing pulse that spears through your heated bottom with every little shift or jostle, but it inexplicably seems to make you even wetter. You were soaring unlike ever before. Reeling and heaving, gasping into his mouth. Having no other choice but to accept what he gives — whatever he gives you and however he so chooses — you slump into him and wrap your arms around his neck, clinging for dear life while the tension thrumming through you ratchets higher and higher.

You’re so caught up in it you almost miss the first sign that this is having any effect on him at all when Wriothesley reluctantly drags his lips off yours in favor of groaning against the side of your face. “Shit, you’re so wet I can feel it bleeding right through my pants leg … you said I was a terror earlier but I honestly think the same thing of you.” A clipped, almost strained laugh. “I fear you may yet be the death of me at this rate, little miss …”

You whimper at that, tightly screwing your eyes shut as you ride the gradually creating waves washing over you, each a little stronger than the last. “I’m sorry, your grace … I - I’ll have it dry cleaned for you, if — if you’d like …”

“Nonsense.” He growls, turning his head so he can take a quick nip at your ear to make you gasp. “Say anything like that ever again and I’ll take you right back over my knee, do you hear me? Soak them for all I care. Come on, I know you want to cum … I can feel that cute little pussy of yours throbbing on my leg. Feels like you’ve got another heartbeat down there, doesn’t it? Bet it matches the one in your ass too …”

Crying out in stricken distress, you shudder so violently your hips grind to a sudden halt even when his hands try to keep you moving. He could force you to, if he really wanted, and you knew this, but instead — and much to your gasping surprise, Wriothesley digs his fingers in tight enough to bruise and starts bouncing his leg under you. The sound that suddenly bursts out of you is hysterical and high pitched as you sway and jolt on his lap, hands scrabbling to clutch at him somehow more fervently. The building tension in your body was too much and it locks up every single muscle, sets every single nerve ending to vibrate even while you suck in a haggard mouthful of air that doesn’t seem to be enough. Your lungs are constricting, they won’t expand, and you choke on it, disoriented in the potent flood of endorphins that bears down on you with all the force of a raging hurricane.

It felt like you were going to vibrate right off his lap.

“That’s it. Cum for me, lovely girl. Let me see how you look when you’re cumming for me, all nice and pretty. You’re so good for me, when you want to be … but you secretly like being a good girl, don’t you? You want me to keep praising you and rewarding you just as much as you want me to keep putting you in your place. Yeah, I’ve got you all figured out now. Don’t be scared. I won’t let you fall, just let it go. Cum for me, baby, scream for me - -“

You’re completely blindsided when the coil finally snaps and you do indeed scream, shrieking plaintively as your legs jerk and try to find purchase on the floor, try to push yourself up to escape the onslaught of sensation, but he just holds you in place even when you devolve into a mindless fit of spasms on top of him. Wailing in pleasure so potent it almost hurts, you judder through your orgasm and shove your face into the soft fur embellishing his coat, muffling the sound just enough to stop it from echoing endlessly inside your head. The persistent nudge of his leg right against your squeezing cunt seems to drag it out, encouraging tremor after quaking tremor to tear through you until, at last, you can take no more and you go boneless against him with a frazzled, heaving groan.

Finally, Wriothesley slows the bounce of his leg and then stills all together. Giving you an appreciative pinch around the waist, he slowly drags his hands up your sides to wrap around you and tuck you more closely against him while you weakly twitch through your post-climax haze, struggling to calm your breathing. He lets out a terse, shuddering breath of his own and rubs across your back in comforting circles, sounding a bit dazed himself when he eventually speaks again.

“Archons, you're perfect.”

Offering up a soft whine, you give your head a numb shake. “Don’t say that.” You murmur into his collar.

“But it’s true. I wouldn’t lie to you, little miss. Not about anything.” Silence settles over the two of you for a long stretch, just sharing the mutual body heat between each other and the lingering haze of static energy in the room. Eventually, though, Wriothesley turns his head to tuck his face in close to yours, pressing a featherlight kiss to your temple. “We need to get you cleaned up and situated but I just want to make sure you know I’m proud of you.”

You go stock still at that, your fingers sinking deeper into his shoulders. “What?”

Snorting, he nuzzles further into you until you have no choice but to turn your head, grudgingly allowing him to press his forehead against yours. “For everything, but especially for finishing your paddling.” He murmurs softly into the razor thin space separating you from him. “I know that was exceptionally hard for you to do but you took it well and you pushed through. I’m also quite pleased that you were able to cum for me. That satisfied me a great deal too.”

“It’s not like I really had much of a choice …”

“That’s why I’m here, isn’t it? To give you what you need, even if you don’t realize you need it yet.”

Huffing a brief sound of fluster, you quickly gather your resolve and force yourself to pull away, even though you would have gladly clung to him for the rest of the day if you would have allowed it. That seemed like it probably wasn’t the best idea though. Too tempting to reconcile in your mind, so you carefully untangle from him and move to stand up. You’re quite relieved that he lets you go without a fuss, helping you find your balance and get your legs under you again, but you regret it almost as soon as you take a step back and see his pant leg.

The wet stain bleeding through the fabric is rather obvious on the light gray material, and embarrassingly spread out too. Gasping in unmitigated horror, you quickly slap your hands over your face and make an impulsive, blind dash for the bathroom to lock yourself away and wallow in your own embarrassment in peace. And Wriothesley, for his part, just laughs at your reaction, evidently not at all concerned about either getting his pants clean or being able to coax you back out later.

Burn that dirty, rotten scoundrel!

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