#dom seteth

- you'd had your fun during the day with your ever-stern lover. As you both went about dull paperwork and over-long meetings, you had taken every opportunity to let your touch linger at the small of his back, down his arm, and even once across his backside. You'd whispered absolute filth into his ear, ensuring that your breath would tease its pointed contour, then watched his complexion turn a lovely pink. Of course you knew that Seteth planned to punish you when you entered his quarters that night, but you may not have been prepared for the full extent of said punishment.

- He's still milling through supply orders and relief funding at the desk in his bedroom (sometimes you wonder why he doesn't just put his bed in his office). He gives you a curt nod when you approach, but then you climb onto his lap and his stoney gaze levels on you. "You made for quite a distraction today, Y/N. I do hope you realize your behavior was patently unacceptable." You nuzzle against his chest, straddling his thigh as you say with all the innocence you can muster, "I need you, Seteth- you've been so busy lately, we haven't had time..." He sighs, and his eyes scan your body, then return to his work. "Use my leg if you must, but don't be a nuisance. It's thanks to your antics that I wasn't able to finish all of this earlier."

- Seteth pointedly ignores your soft little whimpers at his neck as you grind yourself against his thigh. Between layers of clothing, there's no way this could come close to true satisfaction- but your need to touch him, to have him any way you can, drives you to wantonly rub yourself against him. He only once glances away from his work to mutter, "Look at you, rutting against me like an animal in heat. Absurd." with evident scorn in his voice. His tone only arouses you more, flooding your lower body with anxious warmth. Eventually, you're too tense, too desperate for him. Your hands paw at his sturdy chest, and you whine out, "Seteth, pleeease~" to which he only replies, "Behave," as he strikes your ass with his palm once.

- It feels like an eternity before Seteth finally sets down his work for the evening- and part of you suspects that he intentionally took his time, letting you stew in your unfulfilled need as you uselessly fucked yourself against his leg. He gives another bemused sigh and turns your face towards him with a hand. "Now, what to do about you." he muses, and your eyes light up immediately.

- He gives you firm and blunt instructions, reprimanding you each time you hesitate or talk back. Soon enough, you're on your back on his bed, having been made to undress for him piece by piece as he stood stoically and observed. He, in turn, only removes his outer robes, remaining in his white undershirt and breeches. Then, he uses the cloth belt from said robes to bind your wrists together above your head, and your heart pounds in anticipation.

- His hand slides between your thighs, which you willingly part for him, and two fingers immediately set to work around your clit. You gasp out his name and your hips pitch up towards him- and at first, you expect him to scold you, but he doesn't. Instead, he focuses down, circling and stroking your tender little clit, rapidly building you towards climax. You wonder if he intends to edge you as punishment, but it seems this isn't his plan either. Your breath catches, the tension winds wonderfully at your core, then you moan aloud for him as his fingers push you to release. Through you're haze of pleasure, you're frankly surprised. You wouldn't have thought he'd be so charitable, given the circumstances.

- Then, a jolt runs up your spine. His fingertips flick across your over-sensitive clit, and you gasp, your thighs reflexively twitching inward. Seteth only abandons your gushing cunt long enough to force your legs back open, but he returns to punish you soon enough. From then, you're subjected to unbearable pleasure. You whimper and plead with him, but he refuses to let up. Soon enough, your own juices coat his hand and your inner thighs, to say nothing of the sheets. And still, he's merciless. You cum again. Two fingers plunge into you without a moment's rest, and his thumb is at your clit now. Tears bead the corners of your eyes, but he only watches you coldly as he says, "If you insist upon behaving yourself like a common whore, then you will be treated like one as well. Do I make myself clear?"

- It's not long before you're reduced to an incoherent mess beneath him, half-lidded eyes gazing absently up at him as he cleans your fluids from his hand with your discarded clothing. "Now then," he begins as he rids himself of the remainder of his own clothes, "How many times have you cum?" You mumble something near nonsensical- a blind plea for time to rest. Seteth kneels above you and roughly turns you over onto your stomach. "Answer me, Y/N," he says, his voice rising dangerously, "How many times have I made you cum like the desperate, pathetic creature that you are?" You search your memory and quickly respond, "Fuh- five?" "Correct." he says simply. You feel his strong hands spreading your ass cheeks from behind, and you stammer out, "Please... please, Seteth, I- I can't take anymore-" "You can, and you will," He commands, and next, his bulging cockhead is pushing into you, and the tears are back in your eyes as you gasp and pant, willing yourself to bear the stimulation. "This is what you wanted, isn't it Y/N?" he growls into your ear.

- His hands hold onto your hips painfully tight. Ordinarily, he eases his length into you, taking care to allow you to adjust to his considerable size. Tonight, he pushes into you to the base in one thrust, and your body simply has to stretch to accommodate him. He releases your hips suddenly to instead prop himself up with his hands on either side of you, and he begins to buck into you. He's mounted you like a beast, and now he's fucking you like you exist to take his cock. You see his fists clench the sheets beside you- this isn't an act, you realize, he's finally lost himself in this role, and you couldn't be happier with the results.

- Seteth pounds into you, the bedframe shakes beneath you, and it's all you can do to brace yourself against the headboard with your wrists still bound to keep yourself in place for him. He bites at the back of your shoulder muscle hard, marking you instantly, and you merely gasp out and accept his harsh, impassioned treatment. He throbs powerfully inside of you, and you utter a truly pitiable whine.

- You have no way of knowing how long this lasts- you're a mindless mess beneath him- but at long, long last, Seteth bares his teeth and groans, pinning you down against the mattress. He pours his cum into you in waves, his length twitching against your raw and over-spent inner walls. And at last, the bedroom is quiet save for your helpless, soft little whimpers, and his heavy breath behind you.