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Aeon squirmed ever so slightly, wrists rotating inside of the soft leather of the cuffs that kept him held in place against the wall. The air was cool against his bare skin, not uncomfortably so but enough that he was unavoidably aware of how exposed he was. It made him grateful that the band ghouls' common room had conveniently placed attachment points littered across basically every surface; he wasn't sure he was ready to do a scene like this in the Abbey Dungeon.

He jumped as soft hands smoothed along his tense shoulders, fingertips providing gentle but firm pressure.

"You're so stuck in your own head darling." Cirrus cooed sweetly from behind his back. "Is my sweet boy a bit scared?"

A bright blush spread along Aeon's body, the skin beneath Cirrus's fingers warming slightly with his embarrassment. He dropped his head forward, huffing. Cirrus stepped up closer behind him, arms snaking around his waist in a soft hug. Her fingers rubbed in tender circles over his belly, holding him close.

"I'd like a verbal answer, Aeon my love." She said, her voice kind but firm.

"Yes, Sir." Aeon said, if a bit shakily. "I'm... nervous, I guess. But I trust you. And I want to try this. It's just-" He hesitated, leaning back into her even more as he tried to find the right words. "I don't know, it's just a lot for my brain."

Cirrus hummed in understanding.

"I hear you, that makes sense. Remember, you always have the power to stop things. I'm planning to warm you up nice and slow, but if at any point something doesn't feel right or the hurt starts to feel like a bad kind of pain instead of one that you're enjoying, you can safeword out. And if you just need a little break, or if you want to move on from a particular toy, you can call yellow and we can figure it out together."

She was smiling, he could feel it where she was resting her face against the back of his shoulders. He could almost picture it, her soft and endeared smile that she only gave to her packmates. Some of the tension eased out of his body, his anxieties soothing beneath her words and her touch. He nodded, flexing his fingers and taking a long, slow, purposeful breath.

"Thank you, Sir. I'm glad I'm here with you."

She squeezed him tight one more time, then stepped back.

"Ready, my love?"

He nodded, settling in against the wall, stance solid.

"Yes, Sir."

"Good boy. We're going to start with hands, just to get you warmed up. We want to bring the blood to the surface of your skin, because that will make it easier for you to process the pain of the other toys as we move on."

Her statement was punctuated with a sharp crack as her hands connected soundly with his asscheeks. He jumped, purely out of reflex given that the slap had barely hurt at all. She laughed as she kneaded her fingers and knuckles into his flesh, massaging along his ass and thighs. Every so often she laid an open palmed slap down on a new section of his back or thighs, delighting in his surprised reactions.

His eyes had closed without him realizing as he relaxed into the work that she was doing, his body feeling nicely warm and cared for. It reminded him of when Aether would have a massage night for his mates, laying them out and working on them one by one until their tight muscles were loosened and eased and all of them were one sleepy pile.

He flinched hard and hissed through his teeth as Cirrus landed a harder slap on his ass than anything she had done so far. It felt different than the rest, and he was proven right when Cirrus stepped away and picked something up off of the implement rack.

"I think you're ready to move on." Cirrus said lightly, swishing something in the air behind him. He shifted in place, the sound unnerving him a bit. Catching the sign of unease, Cirrus offered an explanation.

"The next toy that I'm using is a riding crop. These can look intimidating, but depending on how they're made they can be a good warmup implement. This one specifically has a nice wide keeper at the end that will make it less painful than other crops might be."

She tapped the crop against her own leg a few times, the noise startling him a bit less each time it happened. When he had settled back in once more, no longer jumping at the sound of the crop moving, she started tracing the head of the crop slowly along the inflamed skin of his ass.

The first few taps with the crop were gentle, so much so that he hardly felt them. Cirrus skillfully increased the power behind each strike, adding intensity in such a way that none of them hit hard enough to bring fear of pain back to his mind. The leather keeper making contact with his ass, thighs, and shoulders had a bite to it for sure, but it wasn't truly painful.

"Very good!" Cirrus purred. "You're handling this so well so far!"

The praise felt like sunlight in his chest, his brain starting to mirror the warm hazy feeling of his body. His worries from earlier had fallen away, the corners of his anxieties becoming indistinct and blunted. He rolled his head to the side to look over his shoulder, catching a glimpse of Cirrus's bright smile before she reached for the next implement.

She walked right up next to him, raking her nails down his inflamed back just to listen to him gasp, and held up the paddle to show it to him.

It was a wide panel of smooth wood, beautifully sanded and stained. The handle was wrapped in leather that had been dyed a deep crimson, the color striking against the pale skin of Cirrus's hand. And there, made of holes drilled into the paddle, sat a word that brought a bright flush to Aeon's cheeks.

"I think it's appropriate." Cirrus purred, resting the paddle against the wall right in front of him so he couldn't avoid seeing it.

PRINCESS

His eyes dropped down to the floor between his feet, an embarrassed but confusingly pleased feeling welling up inside of him, and Cirrus laughed lowly as she stepped behind him once more.

Just like with the crop, she started with gentle taps of the paddle against his ass. The sound was different, lower and thuddier, but no less intimidating at first. He swallowed hard as the pain started to build, slowly but surely. The wood making contact with his ass and thighs brought all of his attention to such concentrated points, the surface pain a bright flare balanced by the dull ache that was pounded into the muscle as the hit fully landed.

He yelped as Cirrus brought the paddle down hard on his ass, much harder than any of the other hits so far, and danced up onto the tips of his toes as he tried to process the pain. He gave a startled little laugh, fingers flexing where they were cuffed above him, and shook his head as though shaking off water.

"Color, darling?" Cirrus asked him, voice warm and fond.

"Green, Sir." He answered without hesitation. The pain lingered on his ass, but the warmth lingered just as much. He felt relaxed and gentled, and even though the paddle strikes hurt he found himself craving more.

Cirrus didn't give him much time to sit with that feeling, immediately balancing the first hard strike with a matching one on the other side of his ass. He flinched away from it again, hips twisting almost involuntarily as though to hide his vulnerable ass from the cruel bite of Cirrus's toys.

Another crack of the paddle, this time to the meat of the back of his thigh. He rocked forward, pressing against the wall, but Cirrus just followed right along with him and landed a mirroring strike on his other thigh.

"Fuck!" He pulled against the cuffs, twisting in place and bouncing on his toes, his body doing everything it could to try and make sense of the barrage of sensations. And everything really did seem to mean everything, as he noticed with a tiny bit of incredulity that the sharp bites of pain had his cock taking interest.

Cirrus noticed, because of course she did, and paused. With a quiet laugh she gave a little twist of her fingers, and the air around Aeon danced and brushed against his skin tantalizingly. It felt like her fingertips lightly caressing him, but multiplied a hundred times over. He whimpered as the phantom touches and tiny bursts of air started to concentrate on his cock, maddeningly light. His hips thrust forward without his conscious thought, but his only reward was Cirrus's light laughter as his cock met nothing but empty air.

The paddle connected with his ass again, and his body warred between fucking his hips forward to get away from the pain or pushing back and begging for more. Heat burned in his gut, arousal stirred and inflamed just like the abused skin of his ass and thighs.

"Please!" He gasped out, forehead dropping against the cool stone wall in front of him.

"Please what, darling?" Cirrus hummed, snapping the paddle down on his thigh. He gasped raggedly, his nearly fully hard cock twitching in response. He tried to organize his thoughts, tried to figure out what he wanted, but the warm haze that she had brought him into was thickening his thoughts like honey.

"Please! I need-" He tossed his head, yelping and shaking as she hit him again.

"I need-" He floundered, brain slow and unhelpful. "I... I need-"

Another two hits, this time solidly landed one right on top of the other.

His chest heaved with a tiny sob, tears gathering in his eyes, cock throbbing.

"I need more! Please, Sir! Please! I need it!"

Cirrus cooed softly at him, stepping forward to press herself up against his back once more. Her warm skin felt like fire where it was pressed up against the raised welts that her beating had left him with, and he alternated between leaning back against her solid form and trying to pull away from the pain. His head was spinning, a strange pressure building inside of him.

"Such a good boy, begging so nicely." She stroked her hands along his flank as she spoke, fingers tracing ever so close to his cock but never quite touching it. "I think you're almost there, aren't you darling?"

He nodded frantically, agreeing even though he didn't really know what "there" meant. He did know that "almost" was a perfect descriptor of this building feeling inside of him. He was almost, and fuck if he wouldn't do practically anything to make it.

He screamed, short and desperate, as her lithe fingers wrapped around his hard cock. She tugged at it a few times, the lack of any kind of lube making the feeling nearly painful in its own right, but Aeon was too far gone to care. He chased the feeling, fucking his hips forward into her hand even as it made the welts on his ass burn as they shifted against her.

And then she was gone, stepped back away from him and watching with bright eyes as he writhed against the stone wall. His fingers were clenching and unclenching wildly, limbs shaking and breathing coming in sharp gasping pants. Some part of his mind was aware of her grabbing a new implement, but it felt oddly far away.

"This," she said calmly, "is a dragon tail."

He forced his eyes open, making them focus on the wicked piece of leather that she was holding. It was long and deceptively delicate looking, starting as a wide strip of leather attached to the handle but then curling in on itself to come to a much smaller curve by the end. It flexed in the air as she moved it, the sound softer than the crop or the paddle had been but still making anticipation twist in his chest.

He expected her to ease him into it like she had with the other toys. He expected a few lighter hits, something to help him get accustomed to the feeling of the toy.

Instead, a sharp line of what felt like electricity was laid along his ass and the side of his thigh.

His breath caught in his chest, frozen, and for a heartbeat everything was completely still. And then he fucking screamed.

Another line of stinging pain joined the other side, and he thrashed and jerked against the cuffs. Tears were running freely down his face now, his body thrumming with heat and arousal, and his mind was almost entirely blank. His brain felt fuzzy and held, completely surrendered into Cirrus's capable hands and the pain that she had chosen to give him.

She landed one final, blinding hit along his ass, and before he had even finished gasping in air to scream her hand was back on his cock. Her nails were digging excruciatingly into the brutalized skin of his ass, and that sharp biting pain was enough to drive Aeon over the edge.

He screamed one last time, long and loud and utterly unfettered, completely lost in the feeling of the hot pain under her nails and the absolute ecstasy from her hand. His stomach clenched, body drawing tight, and with a wounded keen his cock began shooting ropes of thick cum over her hand and the stone of the wall.

She held him close as he shook and cried his way through the orgasm, pain and euphoria filling every little nook and cranny of his mind. Any earlier anxiety or unease was obliterated, leaving him floating in a sea of warm heat and fuzzy adoration. He was crying, tears dripping from his chin as he fucked his hips forward in tiny repetitive motions, riding the waves of pleasure.

He wasn't aware of the orgasm finishing, or of her undoing the cuffs. He was simply floating, happy and pleasantly lost in his own mind. By the time a modicum of awareness returned to him Cirrus had brought them both to lay on a blanket on the ground, him face down against her chest. She was rubbing soothing circles into his back, humming lightly. He shifted to look up at her face, pleased to see her beaming back at him.

Not quite ready to talk yet, he laid his head back down on her soft chest and cuddled in close. His thoughts were still wonderfully simple at the moment, and he was enjoying the calm ease of it all. After, once his mind was a bit clearer, they would talk through the scene and how he had liked everything. For now though, held close in Cirrus's arms, Aeon was perfectly content to just be.

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