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stuck in the throat of gods | tamsy caines x f!reader
in which tamsy, amidst sex, provokes you into an argument. you retaliate, and that gets him (a little too) excited. no one wins in the end.
3.3k | manga spoilers, unreliable narration, yandere, toxic dynamics, power imbalance, choking, jealousy, dacryphilia, inappropriate use of jinki, thread clone as the manifestation of tamsy’s (skims notes) LOVE, soft vore, kinda angsty, hurt/comfort (well. sorta), tamsy is bad at feelings = fork found in the kitchen.
Something of daylight still lingered high above the massive skylight, its fractured glass pane serving as your solitary glimpse of what was outside. Cruel and out of reach—a taunting reminder of how you had been swallowed away from everything you had ever known.
Whether it had been the rose-tinted illusion, or the way you had a persistent inkling that something was amiss, you couldn’t say. There was something about him, the very air he exuded, suggesting depths far past what the eyes permitted to discern. You should’ve taken heed. And yet, somehow, you’d still found yourself undeniably drawn to him, abandoning all sense of self preservation, and had treaded right into his silken traps.
Bathing in the weak light, Tamsy appeared not of this world, so pretty and unfairly so. Midnight hues bled through his disheveled, pale golden tresses, shimmering along with the fine dew of exertion coating his misty countenance. You had been pondering them for some time now—the scars—how it happened, what he had lost when he had acquired them. You yearned to understand, but understanding meant feeling for him, and you couldn’t afford such tenderness. Not here. Not like this. Not ever.
But oh, what torment. How you adored him. How you despised him. You wanted to kiss him, yell at him, hit and hold him all at once.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ ꒰ঌ ໒꒱
Lowering yourself onto Tamsy, your welcoming walls, slick and warm, sheathed him slowly to the hilt. His eyes roamed about, hands perusing every inch—its blooming marks and all—of your damp skin. Quite the view, he mused, that he had to grit his teeth to stop himself from disrupting your little game.
“How uncanny.”
“What is?” You murmured, head tipped slightly back and out with the sweetest sigh.
“You’ve been strangely docile since I stepped foot in here.”
“That’s because I am.”
“You jest, surely.” Slender, calloused fingers ventured a slow path from your hips upward, stopping to squeeze and pull and roll your nipples between his fingertips. “I’ve yet to find a single docile bone in this body.”
In pleasure, in pain, broken gasps spilled from your lips. “Maybe you’re not looking hard enough.”
“Perhaps,” his fingers dug into your flesh, prompting you to draw air through your teeth. “Though I’m certain about one thing. It’s how... transactional you can get.”
A chuckle bubbled out of you. Light. Innocent. “Transactional?”
“You heard me. For instance, the way you’re so eager to please me so suddenly.” A sly, kitten-like smile formed on his lips. “Come on, out with it.”
“Eh?” You mirrored his air. “I have nothing to say to you.”
“Hm, really now,” his hand lazily inched towards Tokushin, yet never committing, its handle a tease away from his grasp. “You’d rather I force the answers out of you, is that it?”
“Oooh?” You leaned forward, pouting, taking both of his hands in yours, fingers tight and intertwined above his head. His lashes fluttered as you pressed a soft kiss on the tip of his nose, scrunching your own. “Look at you, so communicative.”
The gesture was equal parts agitating and endearing, it almost made Tamsy end the standstill right that instant. He wants what he wants, and he wants it now. But too deep within the clutches of curiosity, he refused to take the reins just yet.
So, beneath you, he relaxed, letting his head sink back into the cushions as you rolled your hips languidly against him.
“Silly girl,” he slurred in genuine pleasure. “You’re not going to make me beg, are you?”
“Not your strongest suit, Tamtam. But sure, I’ll humor you.” Some tender thought, something like longing, seemed to have you in its grip as the act dropped for a split second. Your voice, almost inaudible, cracked. “Let me see her. Just this once.”
Oh. So it was about your jinki. How predictable.
“That’s one way to kill the mood.”
“You asked and I answered. Besides,” letting go of his hands, you leaned back, spreading your legs completely, swallowing and releasing his entire length, again and again, only for his eyes to see. “I’ve been very good, haven’t I?”
“If your understanding of ‘good’ is not trying to kill me in my sleep, then yes, perhaps you’ve been good.”
“So, a yes?”
And there it was, the impatience, inviting itself in the fold, settling nicely across your visage. You shifted your weight to hook your fingers into your mouth, sucked then released it with a wet pop, before reaching down for the poor swollen thing between your legs—painful with need.
“I surmise there’s something else trailing along with that request?” Because there was always something, Tamsy thought. The need to complicate. The need for more.
“Let me out of here.”
Tamsy could all but sigh. Pulling you towards him, he took your busy hand in his, pressed his lips over your knuckles like a proper man, only to melt them with wet, obscene kisses all over your skin, eyes lidded and drinking you in.
He let out a thoughtful hum. “Didn’t I indulge you in some roller skating just the other day?”
“You know I’m not talking about that.”
You scowled now, but oh, how elated you had been then. Your laughter, its echoes, and the warmth emanating from your hands as he held them tight in his, hit Tamsy all at once. Bile rose in his throat. It unsettled him, how such silliness ate its way into his core, knotting around his heart.
So repulsed by the thought, he guided your hand away from his lips, wrapping it firmly around his neck instead. It felt good, how easily you could end him right this instant. Too good as he gambled with the belief that you wouldn’t dare cross him. The thrill made the blood rush in his ears, his head all floaty, spacey and numb from the ache—a mind purged of nuisances that could entangle with his plans.
“Move.” He heaved the moment you had grown sluggish. Through the now rough edges of his vision, you met his eyes. Hazy. Dim. He thought them pretty and all the emotions that had yet to cast over them. He wanted them all to himself. He wanted you all to himself. And so you shall.
“Please, Tamsy.”
“Please, what?” He whisked your hand away and rose. The space between you dissipated as he sealed you into an embrace. “‘Please, Tamsy, enough, I can’t anymore’? Or ‘Please, Tamsy, fuck me, yes yes, more, right there’? Which is it, dearest? Get to the point.”
He buried his face in the curve of your neck in which he attacked with open mouth kisses. Down to your chest, he lapped and soaked you up, leaving radiant indigos in their wake. Your hand crept up his bare back, tangled into his hair, and much to his surprise, yanked his head away to force him face-to-face. Tamsy openly grinned. The audacity gorged him with mirth, enticing him to keep going, to keep fucking around.
“Ah, ah,” Tamsy spoke as though you were merely misbehaving. “Someone’s emotional.”
“I’m trying to reason with you,” you said through gritted teeth, every word decked with jaws rushing at him. “I want my life back.”
“This again.” He pressed a kiss on your left cheek. “You’ve already worn me out with your antics, if you can’t tell already.” Another on the right. “Moreover, I’m so not in the mood for another circular discussion.”
“Tams, listen.”
And with that, the curtains fell. The facade finally crumbled to fine dust. Tamsy rolled his eyes just to have you aware that he was not to have any of the approaching prattle. When in fact, he found it amusing.
You rambled on, “I just—I don’t get why I’m here when we can do all this back there… at HQ… back home. We’d still be together. I promise, whatever has happened, I won’t tell a soul. I’ll still stay with you. Just let me go back, yeah?”
Lies, he thought. There seemed to be something else there. But still—
Lies.
“I want to be with you, Tams… you know this.”
Ha! And another! How comical. Uninventive.
“You do? My, consider me flattered.” He cupped your cheeks, scribbling circles with his thumbs. “Surely this foolish talk is not because of a certain someone among the cleaners, no? Because if so, well, I just hope they’re worth discarding me for. Also, tell me,” his voice dipped, “Have I grown inadequate for your taste?”
And just as he had expected, your expression contorted, hardened, before you landed a heavy slap on his face. Tamsy could’ve easily dodged, yet chose not to. It was rather enthralling—the sting, this metallic tang now melting on his tongue. Whatever he’d do moving forward might as well be warranted. What a feast! It wasn’t even dinner time yet.
“You egotistical piece of shit,” you spat, writhing in his lap. “Why do you make every little thing about you?”
“Oh, listen to you,” his brow twitched, as if oblivious of the distress he was causing. “Always with the demands. Always so greedy. You live a rather lofty life, do you not? I even brought some of your belongings here, you know—a great risk. How fickle you are. Does nothing ever satisfy you?”
You choked out a half cry, a whine. “You don’t understand. I’m so bored, Tamsy. One more day in this shithole and I might just bang my head bloody on the walls.” Then, a snarl. “I’m so lonely.”
“Lonely?”
How silly. Would the act of devouring you whole, alive and curled up in his ribcage, fix such afflictions? Should he have you crawl around just underneath his skin? Have you swim, like the parasite you were, in his bloodstream? You’d never feel lonely for one moment more. Would that be sufficient? Boredom, however, would be something you’d have to figure out yourself.
Lonely, he scoffed inwardly. If he couldn’t have you to himself, nobody else was allowed to. It was a shame, really, how the likes of you couldn’t even begin to comprehend such devotion.
With an unblinking stare from the softest eyes, he let the silence stretch before he closed them, breathing out the heaviest sigh. “Very well.”
Tamsy gently lifted you off him. At the same time, a vague sense of giddiness heated him from within after an idea so brilliant caught him like lint to a flame.
“Get dressed,” he urged, hopping off the bed to clothe himself. When he didn’t hear any movement behind him, he smiled at you over his shoulder. “We have plenty of time for that later. Go on, get dressed.”
As you did what you were told, anticipation clung to your bearing, yet apprehension slowed you down. Was the normalcy throwing you off? Yes?
Good.
“Where are we going?”
“Somewhere fun.” He beamed, eyes curving into crescent moons. “I know a spot.”
“A spot, huh?”
Tamsy responded with nothing, set his eyes on you and waited as a statue would. Patient on the surface, ecstatic beneath, fiddling with Tokushin inside his loose sleeve.
Ere long, your gazes met. Fear and panic, healthy amounts of it, gradually mottled your face as you stared into his glowing eyes.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake—”
A fine thread slithered out of Tokushin, multiplying into thick, strong ropes, binding you to him. The impact was as immediate as a loom pulled taut. You squirmed about, but were only met with watchful silence on his part. The reality of the situation finally caught up, it seemed, as your glare passed through him and flickered upward, your mouth falling agape.
In quick intervals, your countenance tensed and softened and tensed again, stunned by the coils of deep blue undulating upward, morphing into a towering winged creature—more monster than human—standing behind him.
His thread clone, now massive and imposing, extended its hand, lifting the two of you high into the air as if either of you weighed nothing.
To this, you shrieked, tossed around violently. “What the fuck is this?!”
“You said you were lonely and bored, were you not?” He deadpanned as though suffering from the same ordeal himself. “And will you please stop moving around? You’re going to hurt yourse—”
“Unbind me!” You screeched. “Unbind me, and I will end you!”
Ha? The gall to make such empty threats when the notable inequality was this apparent.
As always, you wouldn’t listen, just because, and on and on, you thrashed in the tight hold, screaming endless profanities like that’d do anything.
“I said! Let me go!”
Such petulance, really.
“Fine.”
And so let go he precisely did.
Midair, the ropes that had bound you together unraveled, and it rendered him intoxicated—the terror with which your sweet face was adorned. What could be the matter now? He was simply offering you, other than himself, some craved company and enrichment. Weren’t you asking for this just moments ago?
Lifted up to such astounding height, you reached out mere centimeters beneath the skylight, fingertips a hair’s breadth shy of freedom, when both you and Tamsy were plunged into a free fall—descending into the void below that was the humanoid’s gaping mouth. You both slid and rolled and toppled over each other as you two were conveyed deeper into the cramped, muted darkness, in which the softest woven threads cushioned the fall.
At last, you were nestled in Tokushin. At long last, you were nestled in him.
Enclosed in the desolate silence, your choked sobs were amplified as your chest heaved, helplessly dragging all the air into your lungs. Tamsy basked in the way your head snapped in every possible direction, seeking, tearing through the soft walls which were pressing inward. This was the most honest you’d been with him—stripped bare of the stubbornness, the arrogance, and for once, and quite literally, he had you all to himself.
It was beautiful, wasn’t it, what he did?
The way he had your entire system frenzied, shaken to its core, only to get hit by this shocking stillness, leaving your senses in sudden deprivation.
“There there,” he all but cooed, keeping his hands to himself as you were finally subdued, limbs and mouth covered with the help of his reliable jinki. “That’s it. Breathe through your nose. There you go.”
His whims now fully realized, it was best to pick up where he had left off.
“Oh dear, still having trouble?” He gripped the neckline of your clothing, and with one swift pull, tore the fabric apart with a resounding rip. “Let’s get you out of these.”
Afraid and covered with nothing but cold sweat, Tamsy finally held you in his arms, and eased himself back between your legs, sliding forward and back. A shiver ran up his spine as your fingers trembled, your walls clenching around him, still evidently tense. Perhaps, you were looking for the familiar warmth, his warmth, his bare skin against yours, in the hopes of ridding yourself of the dread? Sadly for you, you were not to have any of that. His clothes would be staying on.
Fueled by your inconsolable cries, Tamsy rolled you onto your stomach with haste. Now you wouldn’t be able to hold him, nor could you see him. You were left with nothing but to feel him.
He pushed his way back into your slippery walls, stifling a yelp with a bruising kiss. Manic and breathless, your teeth scraped against his piercing, humming in bliss, in frustration, perhaps even in anger. How saccharine your pleas were—the way his name cut through your lips as you lifted your hips to meet him.
What was that again? Ah, right. You were bored. Lonely even. But alas, this was the true face of isolation. You were begging for him—begging for a way out, for the soaring relief that only he could grant. Was this your most desperate yet? He wondered as he kissed you through wet lashes. You sweet thing. How lovely you were like this.
You wanted out? Needed more air? A savior?
Tamsy was more than happy to oblige.
“I’m here. It’ll be alright. You’ll be alright.”
A couple more thrusts, a couple more rolls of his hips, and you began convulsing in his hold, squeezing and mewling underneath him. He had to give it to you, for making it difficult to endure the pleasure rapidly catching on to him as his own release was imminent. But Tamsy didn’t stop, nor did he have any desire to pull out.
Down your back, he nipped and kissed as moans of shameless ecstasy finally bubbled out of his throat. He found it difficult, with his body draped over you, to separate your heartbeat from his own. Not when his insides were still tingling with the ache to devour you whole.
In time, muffled thuds reverberated through the space as the racket which had ensued began to ebb, carpeting most of the floor space in blue hour dusk. Tokushin collapsed the same way Tamsy did.
When he peeled himself off of you, some of the excess began to seep out from his tip, trailing a thin line from your hole before dripping off. Tamsy turned your limp form to face him and was greeted with a smile so serene and soft and satiated, that he had to part your knees once more.
He lowered himself, tucked stray locks behind his ears as to have nothing in the way of him and your pussy. And as though biting into a rich, decadent cream puff, he hummed into your drenched warmth. His tongue slotted, flattened between your wet slit with fervor, eliciting more sweet, quivering noises with every tilt of his head.
He stayed there a good while, pinning your hips down as he buried his face longer than he should’ve, engrossed into pushing you towards the precipice, even way past it. Just because he could.
Because for him, you would.
At length, Tamsy finally found it within himself to grant you reprieve, but not before he squeezed the soft flesh of your cheeks until your moist lips parted, pushing the alkaline taste from earlier into your mouth. He didn’t have to utter a word—your throat moved. The act, having you like this, deeply gratified him, even as it left him bitter.
He wanted to rip you asunder.
He wanted to meld into you.
“You’re a fucking lunatic,” you mumbled, as if awakened from a trance, dazed from the aftermath. “You really are. I hope you know that.”
“What a harsh thing to say.” His face remained hovering over yours, everything else shrinking into nothing as his hair cascaded like a veil around you two. “Especially to someone who simply looked after you.”
“Looked after, my ass.” You snorted, rolled your eyes. “Wanna go again?”
But then, with searching eyes and an air that felt known, yet impossibly distant, the pads of your fingers traced the marred parts of his face. A touch too delicate. Featherlight. He nearly recoiled.
Still, he found himself leaning further into your touch.
“In a moment.” Kissing the curve of your shoulder, Tamsy murmured against your flushed skin. “You know I love you, right?”
You merely nodded. Merely. Nodded. Nothing more nor less. It had been poking at him, this reserve, for some time now, and irritatingly so—the manner in which you had never uttered the words back.
Each instance casted him momentarily into a bad dream, inside a life he had once lived, chipping relentlessly away at the already hollowed part of him.
And it sickened him, how bothered, if only just a fraction, that he even longed for it to begin with.
Maddened that it even crossed his mind.
Really, what was that about? Tamsy pondered. Perhaps this was just the impulsive, sloppy side of him rising to the surface—No, that couldn’t be it. That’d be absurd. It was simply the flesh, and all its transient ardor, swaying the mind. You were quite the good fuck after all.
Now, moving forward...
“Well, that one took a while.” Tamsy stood up with a grunt, smoothed back his tresses. He then glanced at a corner where two bowls rested on a makeshift table, untouched, the steam long gone. “Ah, it seems the noodles have gone soggy now.”
a/n. writing for this guy closely resembles snorting a line of coke, its highs and lows and and. hoooo… anyways. his past!! i yearn for his past. atrocious, i hope, for the angst.
well. this is not something i expected to be posting - let alone writing - anytime soon, considering everything else i have going on, but @zekeyeagervevo planted this worm in my brain and this was the result that exploded out of me. hopefully some of you guys enjoy lol
read on ao3 | wc: 1.8k | cw: jinshi x f!oc, non-canon setting, fertility goddess oc, kidnapping, jinshi is offered as a sacrifice, first meetings
Jinshi didn't think he'd ever been this terrified in his entire life. One moment he was enjoying the peace of his family's gardens, then next he was being jumped by two men he'd never seen before. They shoved a bag over his head, bound his wrists, and dragged him away before he could even call for help.
Everything that happened after was a blur, unfamiliar voices surrounding him, talking in hushed words about taking him to the local shrine and sacrificing him to their fertility goddess to appease her. He could feel his heartbeat everywhere, panic surging in his chest so strongly he thought he might be sick. For the first time since he'd been snatched from his home, Jinshi fought, pulling at the restraints on his wrists with all his might, thrashing his body around and struggling to get away from his captors.
"Let me go!" he shouted, kicking out blindly when he felt someone grab his shoulder to keep him from running away. "I've never done anything to you, What good will any of this do you?"
"Our goddess is angry!" someone shouted back, shoving him from behind. "Your family must be the cause of her anger, because we certainly haven't done anything against her. We have to appease her somehow, and what better way than to sacrifice the heir to the Lord who angered her?"
"This isn't my fault!" Jinshi insisted, though his blood had run cold at their words. "I haven't done anything, sacrificing me won't help you! Let me go!!"
His struggling only stopped when someone punched him in the chest, all the air forcibly pushed from his lungs quickly rendering him immobile. "You've done more to upset her than any of the rest of us have," a voice spat at him. "Now move, we're almost there."
Though he wanted to fight, continue to argue, Jinshi did as he was told, still catching his breath. He had no idea how many people were with him, but he knew he'd never be able to take all of them on with his hands bound. So he cooperated, walking blindly wherever his captors led him.
Before long, they stopped, and the bag was removed from his head. He winced at the harsh light that suddenly hit him, but once he was no longer blinded, he realized they were standing in front of a shrine. It looked a bit out of place in the landscape, clean and polished and shining in the sun, its paint standing out from brown and green of the surrounding landscape.
"Do not disrespect her," one of the men – clearly a farmer – warned, and Jinshi turned to look at him. "Just because she's going to kill you anyways doesn't mean you can treat her poorly. She deserves your respect and all of our worship."
All he managed was a nod before he was pushed forward once again, the whole group walking into the shrine in complete silence.
"Goddess," one of the farmers called out, voice far gentler and more reverent than it had been when it was directed at his kidnapping victim. "We've brought you an offering. Will you tell us if it's to your liking?" The group of men went silent again afterwards, looking around the shrine almost nervously, though whether their nerves were about being left without an answer or something else was unclear.
Jinshi had never been in the presence of a deity before, so he wasn't sure what to expect; given that he was being presented as a sacrifice, he could only assume this would be a deeply unpleasant experience.
What he definitely hadn't expected was the sudden warmth and scent of peach blossoms that filled the shrine, and the way that the farmers surrounding him instantly dropped to their knees. He looked around, searching for something to indicate the arrival of the goddess he was being sacrificed to, but there was nothing. After a moment, Jinshi realized he could see a soft breeze moving around the shrine, wind chimes and paper prayers fluttering softly in its wake. Though his heart was in his throat, he tracked the movement closely; clearly the goddess was here, but she was choosing not to reveal herself. When the breeze reached him, he startled, caught off guard by the way it brushed his hair from his eyes, as gentle and solid as a hand.
"Your sacrifice is accepted. Leave us."
The voice resonated through the whole shrine, but it was soft, the murmur of wind over rice fields. Wordlessly, the farmers left the temple, their eyes locked on the ground and hats pulled low as they hurried away.
Despite the shuffling around him, Jinshi's gaze never left the spot in front of him, where the breeze that had moved his hair seemed to linger. Once the sound of retreating footsteps completely disappeared, the air shimmered, a human form appeared before him.
She was shorter than he'd expected for a goddess, her body softer, but that did nothing to diminish the gravity of her presence. Her hair tumbled past her shoulders in gentle waves, brown like the rich soil the farmers depended on for their crops, and her eyes glittered like sunrise on the river. The way she stared at him, unblinking and analytical, was unsettling, but Jinshi did his best not to squirm.
"You've never worked in the fields," she said; it was a statement, not a question, but he felt compelled to answer anyways.
"I have not."
"You've never even been to a farm, have you?"
A sudden wave of shame washed over him. "No," he confirmed, face burning. "I haven't."
The only response he received with a hum. She circled him slowly, wordlessly, and he felt her gaze on the back of his neck. He dared not move as she looked him over, though every instinct screamed at him to bolt.
She stopped in front of him again a moment later, her head tilted slightly as she looked up at him. "What is your name?"
"…Huh?"
"Your name," she repeated. "I need to know what to call you."
Why would she need to know my name if she's just going to kill me? he thought, hesitating for a beat as he debated whether he should lie.
"Don't lie to me," the goddess said, a knowing smile tugging the corner of her lips. "I'll know if you're lying. You humans are awful at disguising it."
He dropped his gaze, embarrassed that he had underestimated her, even if it was only for a moment. "Jinshi," he said quietly. "They call me Jinshi."
"Is that what I should call you?" The teasing list to her voice was almost unnerving, though it was outweighed by how soft her tone was.
"You can call me whatever you'd like, Your Holiness."
The goddess laughed suddenly at that, bright and tinkling like the glass wind chimes around the shrine. "Your Holiness," she laughed – giggled, really – and grinned up at him. "That's certainly a new one."
A cold panic rushed down his spine. "I– wh… what do people usually call you?"
"'Goddess', mostly," she said. "Though I do enjoy the few of the farmers' daughters who call me 'Your Loveliness', if I'm being honest." She took a step closer to him then, closer than any woman besides his mother had ever stood. "But you, Jinshi, can call me Dai Lu. Or at least I hope you will one day."
The goddess dropped her gaze to the bindings on his wrists, and with a wave of her hand, the fibers disintegrated, leaving behind nothing more than the red marks from his struggles to escape them when he was being dragged to the shrine.
A moment later, her words finally clicked with him. "Someday…?" Jinshi asked, confused, rubbing lightly at the skin of his wrists. "You told the farmers you accepted their sacrifice, so I thought—" His jaw snapped shut when she looked up at him again, worried that if he argued or pushed for an answer things would not go well for him.
"I heard the way you begged them to let you live," she replied. "I've never heard anyone beg like that. You don't want to die, but you don't seem eager to return home."
Jinshi turned his head away sharply, swallowing thickly at her words. She was absolutely right, and he hated himself for it; he didn't want to die, but he had no desire to return to his life as the heir to an estate, every facet of his life laid out before he was even born. Even this tiny taste of freedom had made him realize how suffocated he felt with his family, though he wished he'd gained this freedom without being kidnapped and offered as a sacrifice to a fertility goddess.
"Jinshi."
Her voice was gentle, familiar in a way it shouldn't have been, and he couldn't resist the desire to look at her. When he met her gaze, her expression had softened, and it made his heart skip a beat.
"I'm not going to kill you."
"You're not?"
The goddess smiled, shaking her head. "No," she assured him, "I'm not."
His knees went weak, and he barely managed to keep from collapsing. "Thank you," he breathed, nearly dizzy with relief.
"You're welcome," the goddess said. "But, Jinshi, there are other ways to be a sacrifice." There was no malice in her words, but they struck him deeply anyways.
Without giving himself the opportunity to overthink it, Jinshi sank to his knees before her; he had to look up at her from this new angle, but something about it felt right. "Whatever you want, I'll do," he said. "Anything at all."
"Anything?" the goddess asked, her smile sharpening the faintest bit.
"Anything," he confirmed. "It's the least I could do in return for sparing my life."
She reached out, brushing his bangs from his eyes just as she had before she manifested in front of him. "Would you give up your life?" she asked, "Would you stay here with me, cater to all my whims?"
"I would," he agreed, almost desperately; he was essentially exchanging one gilded cage for another, but at least here he would never have to worry about being targeted for his status or position in his family.
Her gaze sharpened to something akin to hunger. "Would you be my pet, Jinshi, my lifelong companion?"
"I would." He leaned into her faint touch, looking up at her through his lashes. "I meant it when I said anything, Your Loveliness."
Something Jinshi couldn't quite name flashed in his goddess's eyes, and she tipped his chin up with two of her fingers. "Well then, Jinshi," she mused, "I suppose I'll keep you. Welcome to your new home."
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