HABATAI TARA

You’re out like a light one moment, and the next, you’re waking up, delirious, not sure why you can’t open your eyes and- wait, are your hands cuffed behind your back?

“Oh, Good morning Sister. How kind of you to rejoin me”.

You freeze. Someone’s there and, that voice- you know it! As you’re registering that your legs are bound to a chair, your hands cuffed behind your back, you try to think back to the last thing you remember. You chew on your lip- a nervous habit that you’ve never been able to shake. You realize, thank the Archons, that you're still clothed- rubbing your legs together, you confirm the feeling of nylon and are pleased to realize you're still entirely in your habit.

“I know, I know- you must be so very confused, little nun.”

You attempt to snap at him, only to now realize he has you gagged with a rag tied around your mouth. Your heart begins to race and you muffle out a pitiful cry, only to be met with a light chuckle from him. Really, you swear you've heard that exact chuckle before..

“My apologies Sister, perhaps I should remove this from you.”

You hazily register him approaching you, the clacking sounds of his uniform alerting you, and the feeling of a lithe gloved hand takes a firm grip on your jaw. Your breath quickens as you sense him lean down into you, his lips almost pressed right up against your ear. You muffle out another pathetic, scared noise.

“If you scream, I will make sure you regret that, dear Sister.”

His voice in your ear, low and genuine, makes your mouth go entirely dry, accompanied with a warm feeling spreading throughout your body. Slowly, you nod.

Another set of gloved fingers come up to yank the rag down and out of your mouth. You take in a big gulp of air, tugging a bit at your cuffs, yet remain overall quiet as you gulp down some much needed oxygen.

“Good- I see you’re a compliant listener.”

He coos at you, and your mind tumbles over what you should say first- who is he? where are you? what's going on?

You feel him pull away, and before you can blurt out anything, you feel the dull edge of his blade slip under your blindfold, swiftly cutting through it. Your eyes blearily adjust as the blindfold falls to the side, before those gloved fingers grab your jaw once more, him forcing you to look right at him- his face just inches from yours.

“Just keep those eyes on me, Sister. Thaaat’s it.”

He swipes his gloved thumb across your bottom lip, pupils blown as he focuses on the glossy spit that collects on it. He’s uncomfortably hard, watching your eyes finally focus in on his face (which reveals a dusty pink blushing his cheeks), bringing his thumb back up to his mouth to lick it up, not once breaking eye contact with you.

“I've seen you before- who are you? What's going on?" you finally manage to get out, eyebrows knitted upwards as he gives you a lopsided grin in response.

“You know, perhaps next time you should pay more attention to your, uh, what was it? The ‘Blood of the new and eternal covenant’? You never know what kind of devil can get his hands on it when you’re not looking.” He lowly drawls out, almost a purr, dark eyes watching your own closely before his attention is drawn elsewhere, turning his head to the side like he suddenly thought of something that he forgot about.

You eye him carefully as he throws one last glance your way before turning his back to you, turning his attention towards whatever he had laid out on a nearby table. You decide to take this time to get your shit together, mentally. What is the last thing you remember? Let’s see…Yes, that’s it- you had been doing your diligent work as a nun of the Church of Favonius this morning- it was your turn to offer communion to the churchgoers this sermon.

You recall this young man attending this morning that you had never encountered before, only heard stories of. Mister Lohen, vice captain of the Fifth Company. A knight of Favonius! He seemed charming enough when it was his turn… he gracefully took the communion from you, blue-red eyes never straying from your own gaze. And..…upon closer inspection, well, he was awfully easy on the eyes…Perhaps a little short… You shook your head slightly, as if to rid yourself of such thoughts. It's an awfully slippery slope for a nun to find themselves stuck on.

You let the thought of him drift to the back of your mind as you continued to hand others their communion. By the time it was your turn to receive communion from Father Seamus, you successfully shoved your unholy thoughts of the vice captain to the back of your mind. No harm, no foul. Right?

“Have you figured it out yet, little nun?"

His inquisitively mocking voice snaps you out of your thoughts, registering that he's now returned to your side, leering down at you with a startling look in those blood-thirsty eyes. You take quick and immediate notice of the dagger that he's fiddling with and feel your heart drop, panic rising in your chest, and can't you help that your voice raises in volume when you cry out

"No, wait! "

You attempt to reason with him on this, you can explain anything he wants to ask you about, but you're quickly cut off when he strikes forward to grab your face in his strong hand once again, squishing your cheeks together to prevent you from speaking. You flinch at this, screwing your eyes shut tightly, struggling against your restraints.

"I'll gag you again if I have to, Sister. Look at me." He shakes your head, snapping his other fingers to get you to open your eyes. Hesitantly you oblige, slowly looking up at him through damp lashes, and you're met face to face with him, his pupils blown wide. You fully acknowledge that you're practically panting at this point, trembling, eyes blurry with tears not yet allowed to spill.

"There you go. See? I told you, you do listen well." He coos at you. You sniffle a little in response, watching him wearily as he stares down at the dagger in his hand. And then, he raises it at you, a faux, friendly smile on his face.

"I need you to listen to me one more time, pretty. I just need you to tell me who the hell you actually are, Sister."

Silence.

A couple moments pass as Lohen taps his boot on the floor.

Once, twice.

You flit your eyes up, holding his gaze steady. The look in the eyes staring right back at you sends a single shiver down your spine, that too-warm feeling washing over you once more. He's got you cornered- all figured out, and no where to run. It's honestly his favorite part of the whole routine. And it shows.

"I suggest you answer me. I'm not too fond of having to ask twice, Sister."

"You know already." You bite out, feeling your whole demeanor change. All the annoyance that's quietly been building within you is beginning to seep out, and the more you tug at your sore wrists, the more his cuffs dig into you, and the less patience you have.

"Oh, yes...Yes, I do. Buuuut, I need to hear you say it." He grins back at you, twirling that damned dagger with his quick fingers.

You can't stand it- the shit-eating grin on his face. He thinks he's won, and easily. It seems you play your part perhaps a little too well- he really bought your pathetic act.

"I'm not saying a damned thing," you spit back at him, giving him the best glare you can conjure up- and his reaction is all too worth it.

Maniacal laughter exudes from him, and he practically doubles over, clutching at his stomach. You didn't think an evil laugh could go straight to your cunt, but you also didn't think you'd be so wet from having a dagger pointed at you, either.

You continue to eye him cautiously, unknowingly holding your breath, when he gains his composure and lifts his head up to meet yours once more. The way he's looking at you can only be described as feral.

"If that's the game you want to play, Sister, then by all means, allow me to indulge you. Let's play," He snarks out, and within an instant, he's on you, straddling himself on your lap with the dagger pressed up against the soft flesh of your throat. Your eyes go wide, breath catching in your throat, and you're a little too disappointed in yourself at how you instinctively attempt to buck your hips up into him, to alleviate this pang.

At this, he lets out a deranged, elated sound. As disgusted with him as you were, you wanted this as bad as he did. He puffs a hot breath out, eyes zoning in on the dagger he has against your throat. He pushes it against you a little harder, not hard enough to actually pierce the flesh, but enough to make you watch your breathing, and you feel your heart rate practically spike. This doesn't go unnoticed from Lohen, either- he lets out a low sound at the sight of your pulse against his razor-sharp blade.

"Keep in mind- you practically begged me for this." He drawls out, and you watch in awe as he suddenly pulls the dagger from your throat, changes his hold on it, contemplates it for just a second, before he grabs at your habit, takes the dagger, and begins cutting down. You watch as he cuts away your uniform, tutting as he realizes you're not wearing a bra, your breath catching as you're left in nothing but your black nylon tights, black satin panties, the crucifix around your neck, and your veil.

Gracefully, he pushes himself off of you and takes a few steps backward, giving him a moment to fully drink in how wrecked you already are, still full restrained against the chair, eyes narrowed slightly as he breathes out heavily. "Such a sinful sight you are. Aren't you even the slightest bit embarrassed, Sister?" He sneers, and you whimper in response as the cold leather of his glove finds itself groping at your breast, thumbing at your hardening nipple before tracing a single finger down to the waistband of your panties, toying with the fabric. "What would Lord Barbatos think?" He knits his eyebrows upwards, pouting out his bottom lip at you.

Before you can actually formulate a response to spit back at him, he shoots you another unhinged grin, and the gloved finger that was once toying absentmindedly with the fabric of your panties is now hooked into them, and he rips them clean down the middle, exposing yourself fully to him.

You gasp out loudly, attempting desperately to close your legs instinctively, but he just tuts with his tongue once more, and keeps them forced open quite easily as he steps forward into your open legs.

A quick glance down gives you confirmation that he's just as worked up as you are, his length straining against those tight white pants of his uniform. You flit your eyes back up to him to see nothing but hunger reflected in his eyes, that sly sneer never quite leaving his handsome features.

Without a word, he drops down into his knees, hands keeping purchase on your plush thighs. His eyes meet yours steadily, and you're all too aware of your dripping cunt just inches away from him, and you're too embarrassed to hold his intense stare, looking at anything and anywhere that isn't him.

"This is how we're gonna play, mkay?" He begins, his arm reaching behind himself to retrieve an unknown item, the other one rubbing comforting circles into your thigh. "If you tell me what I need to know, I will let you cum. Until that point, you will take what I give you. And if you end up not telling me, I'm afraid our little game will have to end. Easy enough, yeah?" He sounds almost bored, like this is just a normal routine for him.

That is, until he brings the revolver out, and a wicked smile spreads across his face like you've never seen before.

"W-wait.."

Your heart actually drops this time, stuttering out lame protests.

But it's futile- and you know it.

Lohen always gets what he wants.

You're babbling out nonsense as he shushes you, syrupy sweet pity exuding from him, as he brings the gun up to your face, rubbing the tip of the barrel on your lower lip.

"Now, I really don't want to hurt you, little nun. I'm giving you the option to make this a little easier on your poor cunt. However, between you and me, I don't think she needs it. How about we just recognize this as a gesture of good faith on my end, hm?" He wiles out, eyes narrowed, brows knitted upwards, that snarky smile ever present.

He lets out another erotic sound that goes straight to your core as you allow him to slip the barrel past your lips, pushing all the way in until it nearly hits the back of your throat.

"Fuck, yes, there you go." He breathes out, watching in fascination as your tongue swirls around the barrel, thoroughly coating it in your spit. He'll be damned if he didn't wish it was his cock slotted between your pretty lips instead. However, he has to stick to the play.

The cold metal feels foreign in your mouth, and you can't decide if you're truly terrified or the horniest you have ever been in your entire life- and coming to the realization that both of these feelings can exist at the same time, you feel your cheeks burn red in shame.

He slides the barrel out of your mouth, a soft pop releasing from your lips, a thin string of saliva still connected for a few moments.

Lohen doesn't give you much time to brace yourself.

Your eyes focus on the barrel inching closer to your cunt, flinching when the cool steel pushes against your entrance. You and Lohen both let out a groan as it slides in far too easily, all the way to the hilt.

"Now tell me. Who are you, really?"

You gasp involuntarily as the cool metal leaves your cunt feeling too empty too soon, only for it to return a million times more aggressively. Lohen starts fucking the revolver into your cunt at a brutal, quick pace, bringing his other hand up to play with your clit. The cool leather of his gloves create a delicious friction as he takes his thumb and forefinger, rolling, rubbing, pinching at your throbbing clit.

The sounds echoing around the room make it so much more intense- the sticky, wet sound of the barrel fucking in and out of your sopping cunt, the high pitched, desperate moans being forced from your lungs, mixed together with the way his intense gaze never once leaves your face...gets you closer to the edge far quicker than you expected.

Lohen must realize this, because as you begin to chant higher, higher yet, suddenly the revolver vanishes, and his fingers once attacking your clit, removed all too soon. You attempt to whimper out in frustration, you were so close, until you're abruptly cut off by your own yelp when Lohen brings his gloved hand down to land a hard smack against your cunt.

"You remember the rules. No answer, no cumming. Cmon, you can really help yourself out here," He taunts, waving the gun back and forth disapprovingly. You huff out in annoyance once more, and hang your head, breaking whatever eye contact he imposed upon you.

It's time to admit defeat.

"I..." you breathe out, heart hammering against your ribs as you muster up all the courage you have. "I used to be an intelligence officer for the Fatui." You mutter out, still refusing to meet Lohen's hardened stare.

"What Harbinger did you report to?" his fingernails dig into your thigh.

You pause, your voice betraying you as you can do nothing but breathe out through your nose.

The barrel finds itself pressed against your entrance once more, and the panic seems to reignite the fire inside of you that was beginning to be snuffed out.

"Dottore! The...The Doctor..."

You heave out a sigh of relief as he moves the revolver away from your cunt, placing it on the ground next to him. He lets out a disappointed sigh himself, turning back to you with a bored expression.

"You didn't put up half the fight that I expected from you. But, I'm a man of my word, and you did well." He retrieves his dagger once more, and cuts the ropes around your legs that have kept you tied to the chair.

You let out an inquisitive whimper as he pushes himself up to his feet, walking behind you. You hear him fish something out of his pocket, and then the clanking sound of metal- he unlocks the cuffs, freeing you fully from your restraints. You consider making a run for it.

"I know what you're thinking- don't even try it. You and I both know I'll have you on the floor before you're even able to distinguish where the exit to this room is." He mutters, walking back to stand in front of you, arms crossed over his chest. You pull arms to your chest instinctively, rubbing your sore, bruised wrists. You look up at him nervously, not sure where he's going with all of this.

"Actually, no, you should try your luck. Why not?" He sneers, and you give him a dubious look in return.

"What are you waiting for? You should start running."

Is he really letting you go? Your breath hitches as you bolt upwards, instincts taking over as you attempt to get out of his reach. You hear an elated laugh behind you- he's just standing there? - and you make it a few feet forward, your feet hitting the ground hard until you realize a couple seconds too late the he is right behind you. A cold hand wraps itself around your throat, before pushing you down onto the ground, hard. It knocks the wind out of you, and you struggle to whimper out as Lohen looms over you. "Better luck next time, hm?"

"Cmon, get up. Our game isn't over yet- you still have your side to fulfill. I'm not done playing," He practically pouts, grabbing you by your shoulders to help lift you up onto your knees. He stands incredibly close to you as you keep your head down, choosing to keep your eyes on his pristine leather heeled boots. He taps one foot impatiently, and against your better judgement, you lift your head up, confused. What is he wanting from you, exactly?

"Don't you remember the rules of our game, little bunny? You give me the information I need, I let you cum. I never said I was going to make you cum. Go on, now" His voice is syrupy sweet, and you now realize why he has your dripping cunt hovering over his boot. You had to get yourself off on it.

You let out a shaky breath as you lower yourself down, warm cunt pressing firmly against the cool leather, the steel-toe providing a solid base to rock your hips forward against.

You roll your hips once, twice, at first hesitantly, but after a few seconds you're full on rubbing yourself on the hard leather, amazed at how delicious the friction felt, and you realize that you're not going to have any problems reaching your climax this way.

"Look at you, humping my leg like a damn dog" He spits out, and it goes right to your core as you respond to him with a loud moan, grinding harder and harder against him.

You've got fat tears of pure humiliation in your eyes as you continue to rock your hips forward, faster yet, that gnawing feeling in your tummy building, building, building.

The coil inside of you snaps when Lohen takes his gloved hand and roughly pats your cheek twice, smirking down at you as you screw your own eyes shut, whole body tensing up as you cum on his boot. The hot-white feeling in your tummy overwhelms you entirely, your vision going for a few moments. You ride out your high as he hums thoughtfully, and you barely register him whispering "There you go".

As you slump down, your body feeling like jello, humiliation claws its way up from your tummy to your throat, and you feel even more tears threatening to spill. As you're attempting to catch your breath once more, Lohen's gloved hand grabs a fistful of the back of your hair. You gasp out as he shoves your face downwards, inches from the slick you left all over his pristine boot.

"The least you can do is clean up your own mess," he insists, the firm grasp he has on your hair leaving you wanting more still. You look at up through damp lashes, and you make a point to mentally note the fact that he has to adjust himself in his pants in response to this.

Swallowing your pride, you poke your tongue out, and begin to lap up your release. He lets out a mocking laugh, but this time he sounds much more breathy- more worked up. His cheeks burn a bright red, his breath speeding up. He wants to fuck you so badly. But your play takes precedence over his own wants... Right?

"You're so pathetic, you really do just take whatever I give you. Fuck."

His head is spinning now, keeping eye contact with you as you sit on your knees, staring up at him questioningly. He wishes he could keep this moment going on forever- archons, you're just that fun to play with. You get so worked up for him, and you look so pretty when you cry...

He brings a gloved hand to his face, rubbing, turning his head to the side, letting out an annoyed groan. "I truly can't help myself..." He mutters entirely to himself, before turning his attention back to you. You let out a questioning sound, and all of his self restraint just dissolves.

"Fuck, you're cute," He breathes out, "Just take one more thing from me, yeah?"

And then he's on you- he pushes you onto your back harshly, lodging himself in between your legs, his hard clothed length pressed firmly against your sensitive cunt. He brings a gloved hand up to his mouth, biting down on the end of one of the fingers, and yanks the glove off entirely. His hand is surprisingly cold as it wraps itself around your throat, and you mewl out as he begins thrusting his hips forward roughly. His cock drags against your cunt, and he lets out a shaky sigh as he nestles his nose into your neck.

You arms immediately wrap themselves around his shoulders, nails digging into his back. Your clit is still sensitive from your climax, and the friction of his clothed cock against it makes you thrash against him.

He's panting into your neck, hips beginning to move erratically, and he absentmindedly shushes you as you're writhing under him. It only takes a couple of moments before his body tenses up, the grip on your throat tightening. He lets out a loud moan as he stiffens entirely, and your face heats up more than you ever thought it could as you feel the warmth of his release spreading against your cunt, leaking a little bit through his pants.

His body goes limp on top of you, his breathing ragged, and you're too upset about the fact that you wish he had properly fucked you, released inside of you- you want his mouth on yours so badly.

You stay silent, arms loosely draped around his neck, before he pushes them off. He brings himself to his feet, and you're amazed at how quickly he has regained his composure. You push your back up off the floor so that you're sitting upright, watching him as he walks over to a duffel bag and rummages around.

You jump as he tosses something at you, landing right in front of you- upon closer inspection, you realize its a tshirt, sweatpants, and a pair of boxers.

"It's the only change of clothes I have with me. It'll have to do." He states matter-of-factly, his head turned, not making any eye contact with you anymore. You swear you see a dusting of pink on his cheeks as he crosses his arms in front of him once more.

As you begin to change, thankful the soft fabric covering you, you begin to think that maybe you're not actually dead meat.

"So...what are you going to do with me now?" You murmur, rubbing your arm as you sit on the floor still, watching as Lohen toys with his dagger just feet from you.

"Now? You're going to have to answer to Varka and Jean. Don't fret- they're much kinder than me." He responds, throwing the dagger up into the air, and catching it by the blade, over and over.

And at that, he walks away from you, presumably to the exit, as you're left alone in the interrogation room for a few moments.

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Moments later, Lohen bursts back through the door, proud smile adorning his handsome features. "That went a lot quicker than I expected, I must have played my role a little too well." He's carrying a towel, a water bottle, and a couple of painkillers.

You attempt to push yourself up onto your feet, but Lohen gently pushes you back down into a comfortable sitting position. "Just take it easy for a bit, okay? You did really well," He pushes your hair back away from your face to place a soft kiss on your forehead. "Here, drink this. Crying dehydrates you, and you can wash down these painkillers as well." He hands you the pills and watches you take them, before turning around to begin undressing. His crotch was starting to get awfully cold and sticky.

"Cat got your tongue?" He asks, now in a pair of comfy sweats. He turns to you, pulling a tank-top over his head. "Seriously, though, you doing okay?"

You had to admit- your head was still reeling a bit, trying to come down from the high of your life.

"Yes, yeah, I'm good. Are you?" You breathe out as he approaches you again, reaching both his hands down to help pull you to your feet.

His hands encircle your waist, pulling you so close to him, your faces are inches apart. Your cheeks turn a dusty shade of pink as he places another soft kiss, this time on your lips. "I'm more than good. You know I love blowing off steam with you," He responds happily.

"Sooo, you liked it? It wasn't too much at any point? You promised you'd tell me if I overstepped." He rambles out a little too quickly, eyes studying your face intensely. You giggle in return, your own arms coming up to wrap them around his shoulders.

"Not to boost your ego any further, but, yes, I really liked it. Couldn't you tell?" It was your turn to give a pick on his lips, and he hummed lightly, bringing a hand up to cradle your face to bring you in for a kiss.

"Actually- wait. Okay, I guess, that new potion you used on me to knock me out for an hour? It made me feel awfully dizzy. Maybe... I don't know if I wanna use that again. It made me feel a little too out of it," You murmur to him, noses pressing together, your eyes looking down as to not meet his own.

"That's okay- we won't use it again. I'm sorry, Albedo didn't really warn me that that could be a side effect. Otherwise I wouldn't have used it on you." He plants another kiss on your forehead, the other hand still around your waist, rubbing the small of your back.

"Now, let's get you back home. And can we take a shower before dinner? I had those pants on for waayyyy too long." He heaves out, making a disgusted face. You giggle at this, and his expression softens immediately.

He picks up the duffel bag that has all of your needs in it and grabs the revolver from where it was on the floor. "I'll clean this properly later," He grumbles to himself, attempting to do a quick wipe-off with the towel he brought. He puts the unloaded revolver -the safety still on- into the duffel bag, along with the towel, before grabbing your hand and leading you to the exit.

"Hey, where is this place, anyway? Have you actually interrogated someone here before?"

"Of course I have. You wanted realism from this scene, and I'm more than happy to give you that."

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"Look, I know I'm not a big stickler for rules and regulations, or whatever else Jean lectures me about, but could you both do that literally anywhere else?" Varka gestures wildly in your direction, refusing to meet your eyes. Instead, he stares fixedly out the window beside your head as a growing flush of pink creeps from his cheeks down his neck. It's such a shame he doesn't wear that black open shirt anymore. Ever since his promotion, he's traded it for more professional attire. At least with the black one, you could see just how deep that pink could spread.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Grandmaster. Could you be a bit more specific?" you say coyly, smiling sweetly at him. Your fingers unlatch so you can pick up your quill again, reaching over to tick another straight line beside you. This marks the fourth time; you only need one more to have a full tally.

"Oh my Archons- that! I mean that!" Varka now looks you directly in the eye, and only in the eye. He is admirably doing his absolute best not to look at his murder-crazy vice-captain, bound and tied half-naked, with your gloves conveniently stuffed into his tiny mouth to muffle him. Thin vines curl around Lohen's uncovered waist and chest, squeezing so tightly that bits of blue and purple mar his otherwise pale skin. Soft petals brush against his more sensitive areas, cecilia's flowers pressing along the inside of his thighs, over his chest, and looped around his throat. Thick roots twist his arms behind his back, keeping them pinned no matter how much he pulls. Evidently, he has 4 black ink marks tallying how many he's cum untouched, just purely fueled by his own fantasies, on the curve of his back.

"I don't see what the problem is. You're the one who let him run rampant during your expedition to Nod Krai. Not only did you steal away my Vice-Captain, but you also returned him wild and rebellious. I have to start all over again," You shake your head, genuinely miffed that all your hard work went to waste after just a few years outside your care. "But if you'd like to make it up to me, you could always join us."

You see Varka swallow, his eyes shifting back to Lohen. You know he looks pretty; he always has. Whether he was laughing on the battlefield, covered in blood and guts, or docile and sweet here in the privacy of your office, Lohen has always been pretty.

"No, I'm... good. I feel like as soon as I say yes, you'll find a way to do that to me," Varka laughs uneasily, to which you only smile wider. You absolutely would. "Still- and I can't believe I'm the one saying this- please have some kind of decorum."

"That's an awfully big word for someone who still hasn't learned to knock yet, but I'd be happy to teach you," You tilt your head, laughing under your breath as Varka's expression immediately grows more strained.

"Aha... seriously, I'm good. As... you were," Varka peeks outside to see if the coast is clear, even though it's the middle of the night and the only people around are those on patrol outside the building, before making his hasty escape.

"Of course. Have a good rest of your night, Grandmaster."

As soon as you hear the click of the door, your smile falls as you glare down at Lohen. A simple squeeze of your fist and a burst of elemental energy has your vines twisting painfully, sprouting little sharp thorns to dig into Lohen's skin until they break through and tiny rivets of blood paint his pale skin red.

"Would you mind enlightening me as to why Varka was looking for you so late into the night, hm?" You sneer, yanking your gloves out of Lohen's mouth, a thick glob of spit connecting from his lips before breaking and pooling onto the table, "I asked you a question, vice-captain. I expect a timely response."

"Ah! I-it's, fuck me, it's because of, ow- it's because-" Lohen whines and curses, his head too heavy and collapsing back down as his cheek smears his drool over his face, only soft whimpers and punched out breaths escaping him.

"Oh? Is it because you actually mustered up the courage to confess while you were away? I was getting exhausted watching my vice-captain throw himself so desperately at our Grandmaster's feet. It was starting to get embarrassing having to explain away your behaviour when other captains asked," You chuckle mockingly, your chair squeaking against the floor as you push it back to stand properly. Your hands clasped behind your back as you circle around Lohen until you're on the opposite side of the desk. You bend over, resting your cheek on the wet table so your face is right next to Lohen's to coo, "Did it feel good? He's so much bigger than you. Did it feel like he was crushing you? Did you get too excited and skip a few steps? I know you like it to hurt, but Varka seems so nice, doesn't he? You shouldn't scare him away with your perverted fantasies, Lohen."

You reach over to brush his sweaty hair away from his face so he can’t hide under it, the shame in his eyes on full display, "Or did he treat you sweetly? He always looks so concerned when you’re with me. Do you think that’s why he chose you to come with him? That would explain your behaviour when you returned. Did he tend to your bruises, hm? Whisper how capable and strong you were? That’s high praise from the Grandmaster. You know, he says you’re much sturdier than him. Or… oh-did he say he loves-"

It’s only thanks to your fast reflexes and experience reading Lohen’s body that you’re able to slap your hand over his mouth just in time, muffling the sound as his sobs break apart. His back arches sharply, his body shaking and losing control for a brief moment as you hear the tell-tale sounds of something wet splattering on your clean floors.

For a second, there’s only the sounds of breathing. Ah. The poor thing has passed out. You let out a light snicker, stroking his cheek gently as you straighten back up, as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened. Reaching for your discarded quill, you take your time resettling at the desk. Only then do you cross off another tally.

Full marks, as always.

- 🐑

despite being part of the same company hell, despite being his captain, watching first hand how those gloved digits of his masterfully obliterate their opponents- clenched around the handle of a knife used to pierce through enemies- you've always wondered how those hands of his would feel in more.. intimate settings.

observing the way his blade pierces skin, how his grip becomes a tiny bit tighter at every slice, at every stab and tear of the blade. how those mesmerizing yet terrifying eyes of his dilate, buzzing with excitement at the sight of massacred foes. how he fights with both grace and sharp movements yet not hesitating in using more underhanded tactics to ensure victory.

that was your vice captain. the man you're both simultaneously weary of yet adored.

your gaze follows the sight of his sharp blade taunting the skin of a fallen, scared treasure hoarder. lohen kneeled on top him, his knee digging into the poor guy's chest. the tip of his knife kissed, threatening on the layer of exposed skin.

you couldn't help but sigh at how unnecessary yet unnecessarily attractive it was to you. unnecessary in a sense that lohen did not need to taunt and scare his opponent for him to give up information and practically piss his pants in terror but so unnecessarily hot the way his words drawled out in a teasing, taunting rumble. the playful rake of his gaze to the knife's edge tracing shallow, red lines as if playing with his prey.

gods did you wish that it was you instead who's being pinned down by him on floor but, you have to keep your act straight as his captain.

"lohen, please put the poor guy down. he looks like he's about to piss himself." sighing, voice exasperated at how over the top your vice captain can be.

lohen tilted his head backwards towards the sound of your voice, his focused eyes flickered on your face, those playful lips of his curling into a smirk.

"ah, captain. sorry, sorry. didn't see you there. i was just teaching this little shi- i mean, troublemaker here a lesson." lohen said with a brimming smile.

your gaze flitted between his beaming face and to the trembling and terrified treasure hoarder beneath him. your lips purse to a growing frown. suppressing a sigh, you walked closer to him, stopping close by enough that your figure towers the both of them, your shadow exaggerated thanks to the radiance of the sun.

"alright, alright." your hand rest on your hip as you stared them down. "cut the chase lohen, just tie him up for me and I'll handle the rest, okay?" you chided, a tight lipped frown on your lips.

you saw lohen physically deflated, sulking even, that his fun with his new playtoy has been halted by his ever so strict and workaholic captain.

"yes captain.." he bemoans, getting off to work on securing the guy for you to interrogate and possibly imprison later on, his smirk turning into a tiny pout.

after handing arrangements, interrogations and other field work with lohen in tow, you've finally treated back to your office as the sun has long since set and the moon now standing high.

your desk had many paperwork, too much paperwork even. a handful of it was already overdue, many nearing its deadlines but gods, the 5th company has been exceptionally busy the past few months that documents just keep piling up despite your best attention to finish them. you've already handed some off to lohen and other knights within the company but still, a lot of the work required your attention and signature as the captain.

you sighed as you slumped deeper into your chair, mulling over already at the amount of sleep you have sacrifice in order to get a sizeable amount of work done before a migraine starts making itself known.

"fuck.." you groaned at the sharp pain, vision scrunching as your hand flies to massage your temple. the stress was.. honestly getting to you. it was work you can handle with relative ease but the load was just a tad bit too much for you at the moment. coupled with the consecutive lack of sleep and busier daytimes, you were terribly swamped with work and at constant stress.

you needed relief, and you need it fast. any hit of dopamine will do but you can't go out to drink at this hour since these documents won't work themselves.. your mind flickers back to lohen. you've been handling field work with him a lot recently. your mind wanders to the knife grazing skin, his smirk stretching wider as he taunts enemies.. how he can easily manhandle his opponents with that incredible strength of his that sometimes you really wish it was you under his boot.

no major responsibilities, no expectations, just a little plaything for the vice captain to toy his knife with.

you whimpered at the thought. you really shouldn't be thinking like this with lohen, you're his captain for archons sake but still your creative and ever active mind imagines how roughly he'd treat you. would he call you names? degrade and taunt his captain, his superior, for having such perverted fantasies of him freely using your body?

you quickly glanced at the darkened sky and to your door. surely, it was late enough that nobody would walk in right? and besides, everyone is already busy with their own tasks, you can risk it for just an ounce of relief, right?

you hastily remove the bindings of your leather glove, freeing your hand to slide itself into your pants and underwear. calloused digits graze your already wet, leaking core simply because of lohen. fingers begin to massage and rub on your clit as your eyes closed, mind conjuring perverse images and scenarios of lohen to urge you further to catching your high.

imagining that all consuming abyss-like gaze of his setting its sights on you, watching you writhe like a pathetic whore, whispering nothing but taunts and degradation his sweet and responsible captain becoming a whore underneath his feet. to his knife tracing lines on your skin, just a centimeter from piercing the surface to etch his name in blood.

your scrunched your eyelids tight, wet fingers flicking your bud as a specific image of lohen sets your body ablaze. him buried to the hilt, rough thrusts bullying your cervix and that sweet taunting voice of his rumbles with threatens to knock you up, to breed you full of his child. his hand simultaneously pressing against your stomach, feeling the cock bulging against the skin with every thrust inside. accompanied with his whispers saying, "mine."

"l-lohen~!" you cried out unconsciously, your stressed mind and body focused solely on delivering your high that you didn't notice your voice leaking out as it echoed lightly in your office. it would've gone unnoticed if it weren't for lohen's keen ears picking up your sounds. his fist stuck in a mid-air knocking motion. he blinked in surprise, carefully giving the second floor of headquarters a once over to locate the sound calling his name asides from the door to your office, yet there were no other knights stationed at this late hour in the evening. he strained his ears to listen for any more noises; all he could hear was panting and strained mewls of his name coming from your office.

the documents he had prepared to give you crumpled at the edges as his fist tightens, he felt his spine shiver with delight catching you get off to him of all people. his captain using his image to get themselves off, archons, he could feel himself getting hard.

focusing on controling his quickened breathing, he leaned his forehead gently against the wood of your door. straining his ears more to listen to your melodious, muffled noises. stifled grunts, moans, and ahs echo in his mind yet everytime he hears you specifically call out his name, he struggles to kill the moan threatening to burst out of his throat.

how much he had longed to be the apple of your eye like you are to his, yet professionalism was called on the job with him being your one and only vice captain. he had to bury his affection for you as deep as he could, but it always had ways of subtly leaking out. he had never once known that his ever so serious and responsible captain had their sights on him behind closed doors.

a sharp hitch in your breath followed by a shaky whisper of his name signaled to him that you were close. and he wanted to personally see how beautiful you'd look fucking yourself to completion.

with quiet, practiced hands he gently opened your door. gaze already zeroed in on your tight expression, eyes miraculously closed, your chest raising and breathing in fast, soft pants, whilst he could vaguely see your arm going through the motions combined with a faint wet squelch.

footsteps light and as quiet as ever, he entered the room and swiftly locked the door shut. leaning against the wood, arms crossed against his chest with an ever pleased look of satisfaction on his face. lohen appeared to be calm and teasingly smug when internally all he wanted was to pounce already on your vulnerable body.

with one last soft, dragged out moan of his name you climaxed on your sticky, wet fingers. his gaze raked over the way your body trembled, lips then bitten to hold back your sweetest of moans, and your back slumped relaxing from the invisible heavy weights on your shoulders.

he bit his own lips tight at the sight, almost enough to draw blood.

you slowly fluttered your eyes open, a sigh leaving you. vision blurry as the mess of documents strewn across the desk slowly focus. your hand twitches underneath your panties as your eyes try to focus your vision back to normal when a familiar shade of dark blue boots catches your eye.

hesitantly, you looked straight ahead towards the entrance to your office. there, in all of his beautiful and smug icy glory, was lohen biting back a playful smirk towards your direction. your body felt like it was doused in ice cold water and froze, startled to sitting up straight and proper on your chair. all that dopamine hit from your climax as well as the color in your cheeks drained fast from your veins as you looked at the man you used terribly in your spank bank.

froze like a deer in headlights was his captain and lohen couldn't help the chuckle that left his lips. "my, what do we have here, captain?" he said playfully, a hint sultriness in his tone when he uttered your title.

you felt your mouth move to say something, anything yet nothing came out. the sheer shock of lohen catching you in the act left you embarrassingly speechless. a furious blush now quickly creeping up your cheeks at the realization.

he clicked his tongue at your lack of a reply, "cat got your tongue, captain?" he purred, pushing off from the door to slowly walk towards you, steps light and calculated like a hunter deliberately walking up his prey.

your gaze refused to drift down his body, eyes still locked on his abyss-like depths. he sauntered closer to your desk, stopping just at edge of it. his height towering over your seated form, forcing you to crane your neck to keep eye contact.

gloved hands gripped the edge of your desk. his fingers flexing, itching to feel you. lohen stared you down, your lips agape, the hand getting you off slipped from your pants at your startle, fingers covered in your slick juices glistening even from the light of the moon.

he couldn't stop himself from licking his lips.

you couldn't breathe. you held your breath still. it was utterly immoral and irresponsible of you to touch yourself in your office, much more to the thought of lohen your vice captain, your second in command, embarrassment filled your veins. there was no way you could talk yourself out of this situation especially with lohen. in all of your confidence and pride as his captain, for once you felt yourself shrink like a mouse hiding from a predator.

he leaned down, closer to your proximity with an invisible pressure all encompassing as he moved closer. snatching the hand drenched in your filth, he brought it close to his lips giving the fingers a lick. that action alone snapped you out of whatever scared embarrassed trance you were in. shuffling to stand, your chair squeaked at your movements. "i-im sorry." you begin with a stammer. "that was highly inappropriate behavior from me, lohen, i apologiz-" your apologies die in your throat as a sharp tut echoes the room.

lohen gave you his full attention, lips etched the edges into a frown, "what is there to apologize for my dear captain? im more curious about what you thought of.." eyes scanning you over, "touching yourself at the thoughts of me? my, im, hah, touched." he laughed as he peppered kisses on your slick covered hand.

you attempted to tear your hand away from his grip yet he would not budge, "sir lohen! please this is not appropriate behavior-"

"ah, ah, ah, you're in no position saying that my dear captain. I'm not the one caught in such an.. improper act." he chided smugly, standing up straighter and dragging you up closer to him.

"im more curious about what your creative mind had to say while using me.. of course, you can choose to also stay silent but.." he drawls with a sigh, letting his other hand guide your jaw to look straight at him. "there's a possibility that your little escapade here might leak beyond the confines of this room." his blackmail ending with tight lipped, close eyed smile.

you unconsciously whimper at his threat, thighs rubbing themselves together at his words and god fuck did he sound so unbearably hot threatening you and your reputation. your squirming, the flushing of your cheeks, and adorable whimpers were all noticed by lohen. a manic giggle sounded from his throat, his smile turning into a full blown grin.

"oh you liked that didn't you, captain?" dragging your face closer to him had you stumbling on your feet, your breath dusting his cheeks. "archons, you're filthy getting off to the thought of being blackmailed to ruin by your vice captain!" he mocked, letting your hand go to knock on the side of your head, "what other filth has got you going? being fucked like a dog? used? sounds like it with how much you've been saying my name while touching yourself." sneering as if youre nothing but dirt on his shoe before letting you go.

without lohen's support on your body, you felt weak and clumsily had to catch yourself on your desk.

"i-im sorry-" your stammer was cut short by a knife aimed and lodged next to your hand, only a few centimeters off from hitting it's target.

"again, i don't need your apologies. are you stupid?" grabbing a fist full of your hair to make you look directly into his eyes. "words. bunny. what did you think about?"

"i…" you started and paused, pressure too heavy that you wanted to break. so you did.

"-wanted you to degrade me and call me pathetic, using your knife to mark me.. and.. and" tears started form from your embarrassment, "thinking about you using me then.. knocking me up made me..cum.." voice becoming smaller and sniffing back tears as lohen processed what you said.

holy shit they're a freak.

manic glee overwhelmed him, his nerves and entire body felt so alive at your confession. you wanted that so so badly he should do his best for his captain, no?

him, lohen, your vice captain. someone you could boss around and hed be the ever obedient dog at your orders, holding the leash around his neck now standing high above you. his fingers digging into your scalp, gripping your hair.

"my.. captain.. we'll have a fun night now won't we?" he giggled, voice laced with sickly sweet condescension. his grip on your hair became tighter, your sweet groan of pain echoing in his ears. that smirk of his growing more and more smug.

now, who really has the leash here?

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A/N: wowie who knew jacking off bc of stress can cause ur vice captain to be ur fuck buddy- jk i have no more thoughts to think. but yeah ending to uhh after the fuck is him helping you with tasks and stuff bc bro passed out. he can take on ur other tasks to lessen the load but like im projecting here and the reader in this situation has a bad habit of taking in much tasks that they stress and burn themselves out.

id like to think that lohen is not too cruel to just fuck and leave after using u so yeah thumbs up he needs to have a talk with the reader and entrusting him with more stuff on their overloaded plate.

i made this like a month or more ago ive jsut been in the trenches then omg wow his teaser made me so hard that i revisited this fic. sorry no smut, i had some scenes drafted but i ended up not rlly being in the mood for it.

"Oh come on (Name)-"

"No, Lohen."

Your boyfriend (and gosh isn't that weird to say as a cupid?) could only sigh at your blank and straightforward tone as he sat on his bed, arms crossed and torso covered in a myriad of bandages like a mummy, and close to his vitals too. His expression remained petulant, bored even, and you suppressed the urge to smack him with your cupid's bow. Not now, you reminded yourself, not when he's still the living personification of a bad circumstance.

"What, you're going to give me the silent treatment now?"

You were, actually, for as long as you were going to read his medical records you prompted yourself to ignore all of his whining and pouting.

Name: Lohen

Affiliation: Vice captain of the fifth company of the knights of Favonius

Notes: due to an unprecedented onslaught of hilichurl activity near Mondstadt borders, Lohen had decided to take them all on his own. He fared well for a while before being hit by a bludgeon, causing bruises and cracked ribs, and being stabbed near the side of his abdomen . His situation was bad enough that Barbara could only do so much, and had to get stitches.

Note about injuries: renew the bandages once or twice a day and if there's an infection immediately report to Barbara in the church

Benched from knightly duties for: until he's able to move without any subsequent health issues.

"(Name)?"

"Shut up Lohen," you were now restraining yourself by the highest level possible. It was truly impressive how great your self control had gotten around him. Carefully, you placed the reports underneath a cup of tea to keep them from flying, and instead turned around to meet Lohen in the face, who looked just as amused as he was annoying. You were sure your eye twitched, for his grin widened the slightest.

"Aw, worried about me?"

"Of course I'm worried about you!" You were this close to pulling your hair out, yet with that conniving expression on his face you were sure that he didn't exactly care about that. He cared only for the thrills, and though you know he loved you, his love for a fight was one that he harbored before you.

Which, in a way you didn't mind. Up until this point. Especially up until this point.

He began whistling, his gaze contorted to faux interest as he stared outside the window of his house, and you only stared at your pocket watch in your hands.

11:30, thirty minutes to 12.

That was fine, that was okay, but a few minutes later he had to dress his bandages, with your help of course, you added as you stared at his midsection, dotted with blood on the white bandages. Your eyes, for a bit, narrowed, and you couldn't help but sprout that inkling of an idea in your head to make him behave. Well, temporarily make him behave. You weren't sure if your punishment was enough to permanently alter his brain chemistry so as to make him more careful or more cautious or whatever, but with the kind of man Lohen was, always wanting things far out of his reach, this was bound to give him a scare for a few weeks until he returns back to normal.

Slowly, walking as the floorboards creaked under your foot, you opened the cabinet to his first aid kit and tossed it onto the bed right beside him. He stopped his whistling to stare, but you paid him no mind, instead sitting down on the bed right beside him and pointing to the pillows with your index.

"Lay down Lohen."

"Wha-"

"I'm not giving you a choice here," you smiled, tight lipped and tight temper. "Either you listen to me, or I make you listen."

And there it was. The look of a lovesick fool that Lohen gave you, with his lips parted and cheeks flushed to a pretty little pink, his eyes widened with a tad bit of light telling you that he was in on whatever you were commanding. Quickly, well, as quickly as he could with those injuries, his legs doing most of the work, he went along to the pillows, laying his head in and tilting it as he stared at you. You looked at him up and down staring at his ruffled hair, dark crimson eyes and pink cheeks, his cheshire grin, torso and arms covered in bandages and finally your eyes accidentally dropped to his pelvic area-

Where he already had a dent in his pants. You had to desperately suck in a breath lest you get carried away.

"Already this excited?" You prompted on instead.

"Only for you..." His tone dropped off to something dreamy, breathy even, and you had to force yourself from not cackling. He was going to get a nasty shock soon enough.

You crawled up to him, careful to drop your sandals before you actually do anything of the frisky sort, now on top of him and making sure not to sit down on his bandaged torso. He nearly whined in displeasure at that, grabbing at your hips to force you to sit down on his stomach, but you knew better. Instead, you swatted his hands away, making sure to put your weight on your knees and back (which was being supported by his knees, which he brought up to your torso level when you weren't looking), and glared at him. Glared hard in fact. Somehow you got the feeling that the dent in his pants would be even farther from quelling from your look.

"Do you even know what you did?"

He gulped the saliva in his throat and your eyes narrowed.

Instead of forcing him to speak like a normal person did, your hand pressed itself on his torso, your index finger drawing a tantalizing line from his sternum, all the way to his stomach then to his v-line. Finally, when your fingertips grazed his privates, you made sure to switch to your thumb and pressed the pad of it to where you assumed the tip of his cock was. Or slit, but you weren't paying attention with how his eyes immediately blew wide and bucked into your measely fingertip. Instead you pulled away, and internally grinned at the guttaral whine he let out.

"Want that again?" He nodded almost immediately. "Answer my question then Vice Captain."

"I- ahem!" He nearly choked when your nails grazed against his dick, but your glare affixed him enough. "I-I was being reckless."

You snickered, oh how that snarky voice sounds so pitiful in your hand. Your nails picked at the waistband of his pants, and you watched as it slipped in between both the trousers and underwear before slowly pulling it off, revealing his flushed cock to the cool air. He hissed at that, and your temper suddenly rose, you really needed to gag him somehow.

The arrows that you left on your beside table looked really tempting, tempting as you grabbed it by the handle and twirled it in between your fingers, tempting as you gingerly placed it in between his teeth. Lohen got the memo pretty quickly without an argument, but making sure to lick your digits along the way was an add on on his part. Both of your eyes narrowed, though one exasperated and another pleased.

"Here's what we're going to do," you grabbed a hold of both of his wrists and rose his arms next to his head, your hand clamped around his. "Your hands aren't going to move, you are not going to jerk yourself off in a million years, and I'm going to do what I want before we have to renew the bandages, and no, you can't do anything about it, this is your punishment for not looking after yourself and being as reckless as you already are."

His breath hitched, but thankfully enough he couldn't speak. You wouldn't know how to handle him if he could.

Slowly, your fingers from your other hand, deft as they were, pressed themselves into the wound on his side, and he gasped. Well, in pain or in pleasure you didn't know, he was always one to treat the two as one and the same, but quickly enough blood managed to seep through from it's mere dots to covering his midsection, moreover the thin sheen of blood coating your hands. The smell of iron wafted through the air, and you only held your nose for a bit before your hand pulled away.

Lohen, on the other hand, seemed the most euphoric as he had ever been, with how beads of precum dripped down his dick. You sighed in disappoinment. So much for fun if he seemed this willing to have a punishment, with how well he was following your rules.

Your hands, covered in crimson, instead did the thing that they were supposed to do from a while ago, and ruin him to pieces as well as you knew how. You grabbed the base of his cock with your bloodied palm, still being nice and gentle (well, you still had your pity for him), and you thrusted your hand up and down the base and watching as his face contorts weirdly. A moan escaped from the back of his throat but before he could even finish you made sure to pinch his tip so the sound he made was a lot more dragged and choked up.

You weren't going to give him what he wanted, not in the slightest.

Your knuckle grazed the opening of his slit and he violently shivered. You had to suppress a smile.

"So needy, and for what?"

His voice was muffled by the arrow, but his gaze remained all the more foolish as he mumbled out something very closely similar to "you".

You removed yourself from his dick, the pained expression on his face all the more amusing, and pressed the slick covered fingers against his side again, perking your ears when he sounded as if he was gaping- no, begging for a reprieve for breath. The blood dripped from the bandages and mixed with the other various bodily fluids in your palm, and finally as you coated your fingers one last time, your knuckle dipped the slightest in his slit-

Before you pushed it all the way in without warning, stretching him beyond relief.

You knew this from how still he went and yet how erratic he felt to the touch, hot and bothered and all, but who were you to care? There was still a few more minutes until he had to replace his bandages, and you were going to have a little fun with him for as long as you wanted.

Your index and middle digits, already having a difficult time moving from the tightness of it all, forced themselves apart into a scissoring motion, and Lohen could only helplessly buck into your hand, your palm circling the base of his tip as effortlessly as you could, and your other two free fingers teased him by a ghost of a touch over his balls. The sharp movement of his hips caused the bleeding near his abdomen to worsen, but with a weak blink of his he signified that he was okay. You hoped so. Though, with the way he pushed his head back with the veins in his neck visible against his pale skin, you think he'd be enjoying this.

Besides, the blood loss was probably acting like an aphrodisiac for him anyway.

His walls clenched around you as you slowly thrusted in and out, to a torturous degree, since with the way he dragged his voice he definitely wanted a faster pace. But, despite what he wanted, you weren't one feeling like listening. The knees pressed against your back dug against your shoulder blades and you only raised a brow at him. Him who has begun to roll the arrow between his tongue and teeth and sneakily allow it to fall. Sneaky bastard, but your temper had lowered enough to not really care about what he was doing.

"What?"

"F-fas-"

"Not a chance Lohen. You get what you get."

His voice definitely mentioned all sorts of complaint, but eventually died down once your movements stopped, instead his eyes blown to a mildly panicked (what a strange sight) expression.

"Your first strike. Can't complain too much before I stop completely," you flashed your teeth at him, and his flush paled from his skin the slightest. Gods, who knew that your vice captain was so susceptible to a simple command?

He was, evidently struggling to prevent his hips from grinding on the one source of friction he has, with his hands locked near his head, but you'd praise him for his resilience later. Even you were growing irritated from that pitiful look on his face.

It didn't take long for you to give in, but you changed approach.

His breath hitched as you began thrusting your fingers again, adding your ring one for the extra stretch, and pushed the appendages in and out at a much faster pace. How fast? Well, it had Lohen breaking your rule of "no moving your hands", breaking free from your grip on his wrists just to have one palm cover his mouth to muffle a moan out of instinct more than actual embarrassment, and the other digging into his sheets and likely causing a tear in the sheets with his dull fingers.

"Lohen." And he retracted immediately.

Your thumb did what it did best, and pressed against the tip of his cock, feeling the sensitive muscle twitch in between your digit. If your nail subtly dug into the skin beside the tip? Well, no one's secret but yours. And his, your mind corrected unhelpfully, as you heard his groan etched with pain and pleasure. You weren't exactly sure if the pain was from his side or your nail.

Again, you teased with your fingers, thrusted at an insatiable pace, too fast or too slow, it didn't really matter when you could still hear Lohen complaining about it. And yet, with your constant hot and cold behavior with him, you could still tell when he was close to unraveling right in your palm. The way his breath hitched when a fingertip brushed against a sensitive spot, the way his heart rate spiked and how he was struggling so hard to just not thrust his hip forward.

Unfortunately for him, you knew better.

As his hip staggered to be the fourth time in a row, you made sure to pull your fingers out efficiently, watching how his erection twitched and he looked at you confused- dazed even, likely from the blood loss. It was well into 12 already, just that you didn't feel like checking your pocket watch. You stared at him, how his pouty look returned again even as his eyes grew hazy.

"Hey!"

You made an effort to show that you were paying attention by licking your fingers clean, making sure to create a show with your tongue and digits by swirling them around each fingertip. He tasted salty, but the distinct iron was a company that you expected.

"You need to dress your injuries." You pointed out, matter-of-factly and pulled yourself off of him, wincing at the pain in your knees within all the weight you put onto them. The floorboards creaked under you as you practically fumbled into the bathroom to sterilize your hands with a strong soap, careful to change your outfit to a clean one too as you practically ran back to Lohen. Luckily, there was no need to go around and get the first aid kit when you've already tossed it on the bed minutes prior.

Sitting Lohen up, you carefully undone his bandages, wincing at the blood before cleaning it carefully with a wet rag. He sighs at the cold fabric before eventually returning to his perpetual glare on you, all petty and irritated. You had to resist the urge to either flip him off or blow a raspberry in turn, but that would be considered childish.

"(Name)!"

"No." That escaped your mouth out of your knowledge, but you supposed that what he was about to spew out of his mouth was equally stupid.

"Come on! You didn't even let me finish!"

Oh so that's what he was talking about. You hummed without interest, checking his stitches with scrutiny and determining if he needed new ones. "Jerk yourself off if you're that eager, just don't get it on your injury."

"But-"

"Yeah no Lohen, I'm over here making sure you don't bleed to death so your pleasure is completely in your hands now."

He groaned in that hoarse, boyish voice, such a frown etched into his eyes and cheeks before shakily bringing his hand to the head of his cock and enclosing around it, pumping it up and down in rapid motions and being careful to not make a mess on his stitches. You put the alcohol on his skin, and the sting of his wound against it caused his palm to squeeze slightly harder, and you heard his breath getting ragged.

You supposed you could enjoy the show for a bit longer, affixing your gaze on him with the way he attempted to mimic you. Well, attempted was a good word you supposed. His palm rubbed circles around his slit and pressed against its head like you did, but those whiny, breathy whimpers that you elicited were subdued, and you could tell he was irritated at not being able to copy as well as he could have. He began slipping the tips of his fingers in-

But unnfortunately for him, now he had to wear his bandages.

"Lohen-"

"Ugh! I know!" Well if that wasn't a sign of "go ahead and do it" then you didn't know what was. Nimble fingers spread the bandages across his waist, and he gasped when it pressed taut against his stomach, throwing his head back into your shoulder. You would pinch him but your hands were occupied unfortunately.

Layer upon layer the bandages piled on top of him, and yet no matter how much of his own slick and blood ended up on his palm from the egregious and downright lewd sound of thrusting inside him, he still didn't seem any closer to release. A shame really, you really wanted to see how long he could go for without you, but you'd give the bleeding and injured boyfriend of yours a bit of slack.

Carefully tying the last of the fabric into a taut bow, you pulled him closer by the waist, hands on his abdomen and chin on the crook of his neck, lashes fluttering against his skin as you stared at his eyes.

"Need help?"

Instead of nodding or saying yes, you decided you would, out of the goodness of your heart, help him without his answer. Pressing him into you closer with one hand, you pressed the other over his pelvic bone, slowly creeping to the head of his cock and smacking his own hand away.

You caught the tip in between the juncture of your fingers, lightly tugging and noting how he whined so pathetically at a mere hand motion. The slit, already wet with a lewd squelch anytime you dipped your fingers in, was almost laughable easy to shove your digits into. He threw his head back into your shoulder- prompting to kiss your neck and bite it with his sharp canines. Your thrust staggered, and he almost bit you harder before realizing that you wouldn't do anything if he laid out his expressions all too freely.

The mark on your neck was red, and the faint trickle of blood drooping to your shoulder was eagerly lapped up by Lohen, his tongue dragging over your skin for far too longer than of what was necessary. You cursed underneath your breath as you kept your steady motion intact. You weren't one to ruin perfectly good bandages by gripping Lohen's waist too hard.

You circled your thumb over his tip, your eye twitching when he picked at the wound on your neck just for a taste of you. You would typically put his insatiable self on his knees when he's being particularly unruly about your taste, but his injuries were enough of an excuse to allow him to bite you of all things.

You pulled out your fingers before spitting into your palm as a makeshift lube, and pressed your hand against the base of his dick, thrusting up and down, a light touch on his especially sensitive areas here and there. His hips bucked into your hand, begging practically, even when you looked at him with his mouth parted and too delirious from bliss to say much.

"(Name)!" This time not frustrated, but his voice etched to a moan that even had your core warming up with that obnoxious feeling in your stomach.

Your index, which was not busy with his cock, drew lines on his back, twisting and curving to a "do it" message on him. He seemed to get the memo easily enough, obscenely moaning to the point where it could legitimately put even the most skilled of courtesans to shame. He was about to cum, you could tell, and it would be a glorious event.

His tip pressed against the heel of your palm, and you only had to blink once until all the blood, spit and precum was replaced with his cum overflowing the confines of your hands, staining the bedsheets beyond repair. You'd have to throw this one out, it wouldn't do good for your own sanity when you had to constantly look at the sheets and be reminded of all of the actions you just did.

Lohen, in the meanwhile, panting and delirious as he was, grinned evilly in front of you, licking the beads of sweat dropping from his forehead.

"Can I go for another round?"

"You are going to rest and sleep."

"Ugh, such a worrywart."

You could only smile when he complied anyway, walking away from the bedroom to get a rag to clean him up.

attempting to free yourself from the ropes by squirming around, you threw a sneer at his direction, "let me go, you bastard...!" he chuckled mockingly with a smile, "ah, ah, no can do, bunny." lohen stopped behind your form to lean down, "not unless you tell me where it is." his breath suddenly hitting your ear made you shiver with unfortunate delight, causing you to stutter, "w-what are you t-" he suddenly cut you off.

"you know what i'm talking about," he said, voice echoing ominously throughout the room as he sauntered over to the table, picking up a gun and twirling it around his finger.

"how about this? what if we play a niiiice, fun game?" he slowly walks over, stopping directly in front of you to drag the gun across your body in such a teasing manner—fuck, now's really not the time to be getting horny over this, but you just can't help it. the fear of what he might do had you frozen, shuddering in anticipation and slight want, no matter how shameful it felt.

you glared up at him when he tucked the barrel of the gun under your chin to tilt your head up. "hmm, a game of russian roulette, perhaps? you seem to be enjoying yourself, even while tied up and held at gunpoint," he scoffs with a mean grin, "you're such a dirty whore."

all you could do was stare to the side with embarrassment from his words that made your cheeks flush dark—you'd rather die than admit to the vice captain how you were enjoying this, but there's really no point if he's aware anyway.

"come on," lohen spoke, nudging the barrel towards the corner of your mouth, "open up. unless you want me to force that mouth of yours open." your eyes widened in disbelief and slight fear—this fucker really wasn't joking. reluctantly, you opened your mouth, giving small kitten licks as your senses were immediately flooded with the taste of iron.

"thaaat's it. get it all nice and wet for me," he drawled. a muffled whimper escaped your mouth as lohen suddenly shoved the gun deeper into your mouth, causing you to choke until he swiftly pulled it back out. the barrel glistened with your saliva and he paused for a moment to observe it. "ugh—you fucking freak," you spat out, a small line of drool dribbling from your lips.

"i'm the freak? have you even seen yourself? i bet you're sopping fucking wet down there," lohen giggles, reaching down to palm at your crotch. suddenly, he brings out his dagger to slice open your trousers, leaving you practically exposed for him to see. "h-hey, wait—!"

"oh? looks like all that bravado of yours is gone," lohen brings the gun towards your throbbing cunt, slowly dragging it up and down to coat it with your slick. before you knew it, he slowly inserts it into your wet hole, groaning as he heard a soft 'squelch.' letting out a loud moan, all you could do was babble incoherent words as you stared down at his hand in slight fear, yet excitement all at once—this entire situation was absolutely incredulous to you, though it's not like you could really think straight at the moment.

"oh, fuck! look at you, coming undone just from this? you really are some pathetic, dirty animal" he coos, quickly picking up the pace of his pumping hand as he berated you. "come on, i know you're close. cum for me, bunny," you threw your head back, immediately releasing all over the barrel as you let out a dragged whine, and all the shame of what just occurred flooded your brain.

all the thoughts left your head as you heard a sudden click. he turned the safety off.

there's no way. there's absolutely no fucking way. you glanced up to see a sadistic expression and a crazed grin on his face. "wait- wait, you wouldn't, please—"

"you've got a one in six chance, bunny. how good's your luck, hmm?" shutting your eyes closed, your soul practically left your body as—

click.

"hah. looks like you really did get lucky," he laughed loudly upon seeing you suddenly pass out. was it from the exhilaration? the fear? he'll find out soon enough, don't worry.