“Ah-Ahh~ P-please..!”

“Mmmph, you sound so pretty when you beg for me Darling,” Cavish said, lips grazing his nipple still. He bit and tugged it, making Yirel cry out again and squirm under him. “Beg for my cock next. Beg me to fuck your pussy.”

Yirel licked his lips, his cheeks burning even as he pulled his legs harder towards himself. “Hngh, please, Lord Cavish, fuck my..pussy…” He bit his lip and closed his eyes. It wasn’t just the order that pulled the words from him. “I want your cock in me, please~ AAAahhhh~!”

Cavish bit down on his nipple as he pushed his fingers hard against the spot inside of him, making him arch up and shake, every muscle in his body straining for a second before Cavish pulled away, leaving him empty and limp on the bed as he knelt over him. He was stroking himself, getting his cock slick with the oil left on his hand. Yirel gasped and shivered, feeling his hole and prick twitching with need.

The front of the panties were soaked with precum by now, the dragging and shifting of the wet lace against the head of his organ rough and almost too much. Cavish licked his lips as he looked down at him and laid his cock against his star, rubbing in the crease of his ass and teasing him for a moment. “You really are a filthy whore, Darling. Look at you, all hard and twitching for me, holding yourself open…” He took a deep breath and poked the tip of his arousal at Yirel’s entrance, easing into him. But only enough to steady himself. As soon as he was secure, he gripped Yirel’s hips and lunged into him all at once.

Yirel cried out and arched up as Cavish entered him; nails digging into his thighs and tearing small holes into the stockings he wore. “Ahhhh~! Cavish, oh ancestors! Fuck!” His thighs shook with the intensity of the sensation, having all of that cock pushed in so suddenly. He was stretched and filled like he’d never been before… His hole fluttered around the thick shaft, and he whined when Cavish bucked his hips into him in response. “Gaahh~! W-Wait, oh fuck, please.. It’s… it’s too much, I can’t-”

“Ngh, you can and will. Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it Darling.”

“N-no, please, wait-Aaahhhh..!”

He writhed and shook as Cavish held his hips and rutted into him again and again, drawing gasps and keening moans from him. The edge of pain made the pleasure all the brighter for it, until it was nothing but pure blinding ecstacy. Cavish grunted over him, but he was so lost in his fucking Yirel didn’t notice how the High Lord took pleasure in his body. He could only stare up at the ceiling and moan with wanton abandon as he was used. A part of him was ashamed that he enjoyed it so much, but it was growing smaller and smaller the closer to orgasm he was driven.

Cavish thrust against that spot inside of him unerringly everytime, where before he’d only barely teased.

“Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah~! Please, oh fuck, I-Oh fuck..!”

He arched and strained, rolled his hips back into the deep thrusts that made him a trembling mess. Cum dripped down his staff, the lace no longer nearly enough to keep the mess contained. He was ridden without mercy, the thick cock making him into the whore Cavish wanted him to be, filling him in a way that he hadn’t thought he could. He was held in place by the hands on his hips, his own hands under his knees and clawing at his skin. Cavish leaned over him, pushing his legs back further against the bed with his knees now over his shoulders.

Yirel cried out, his head thrown back on the bed with the long column of his neck displayed almost like an offering. Cavish took it. His mouth attached to the most sensitive areas he could find, and he sucked up bruises and bit over his jawline as he moaned against him. “Ngh, that’s right Darling, give in, give everything to me, I want to feel you cum around my cock.”

Each thrust rocked him, forcing a gasp from his throat. Yirel let go of his thighs and clung to the front of Cavish’s coat instead, pulling him closer, hungering for the full force of his weight over him holding him down. “Ugh~ Cavish~ I-I’m going to..! So close..!”

His lips were stolen in another demanding kiss. He melted into it, gave himself over to the fucking. The circumstances that had brought him here didn’t matter, not right now. All that mattered was the way Cavish’s body ruled his own and demanded his reactions, how eager he was to give them. The slide of a thick shaft into him again and again, pushing against all the places in him that made him weak and hard all at once, that was the only thing that mattered. Between one moment and the next he was straining under Cavish, his loud moan muffled by the kiss as he spasmed. White hot stars exploded in front of his eyes, in his limbs as he spilled himself. The air fled his lungs and even when Cavish broke the contact between their lips as he followed into ecstasy, Yirel was locked into his breathless -silent- release. Liquid heat flooded him with Cavish’s pleasure, deep inside.

An aeon in an instant passed, and he collapsed onto the bed boneless and gasping with Cavish dropping next to him. The world buzzed in his ears and in his limbs. Cum dripped and oozed down his softening shaft, and he could feel the same leaking from his hole. Yirel licked his lips, shivering with the afterglow. It was long moments before he came back to his senses. He was dazed, and confused by his reactions. Even now, his skin tingled with the pleasure of it, while the spectre of his secret being exposed to the rest of society by Cavish lingered in the back of his mind.

As if thinking about him was a summons, Lord Cavish stirred next to him and wrapped an arm around his waist, dragged him the few inches closer to press against his broad chest. He nuzzled his neck, and Yirel closed his eyes. “Mmm… you were very good. I can’t wait to have you again,” he whispered. Yirel blushed and turned his face away. For how long would Cavish want to use him like this? Would he go back on his deal and let his secret out once he got tired of bedding him? What if his tastes ran to something more than mindless rutting? Could he really refuse if he tried something truly objectionable?

He attempted to sit up, get himself to rights once more, but Cavish held him down, and then leaned over. “What’s the rush, Darling? The night is long, and I’m not done tasting you yet.” He moved his hand from his waist to his chin, turning his face back towards him. His green eyes pierced into his own with an expression of hungry possessiveness, and Yirel shrunk back from it, laying back on the bed and pressing himself deep into the plush surface. Cavish smirked and followed him down, getting close as he whispered, “I’m far from done with you tonight.”

Yirel swallowed against the sudden dryness in his mouth, though if it was from fear or anticipation he wasn’t sure.
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Cavish allowed him to leave in the early darkness of the next morning, after hours of pinning Yirel to his bed, spreading his legs across the lords thighs and chest, and flipping him over with his ass aloft, fucking him relentlessly. He ached everywhere, especially his backside. As ‘Darling’ left the Lord Cavish’s rooms, huddled in a rich silk cloak, it was obvious that ‘she’ had been well and thoroughly ravaged.

The servants cast long looks as Yirel walked slowly down the halls to the waiting carriage to take him home. He wanted to hurry, but he could only manage a sedate stroll. And Cavish’s last words echoed in his mind. ‘I’ll be paying Lord Quaice a visit in the morning. Make sure you’re ready to receive me,’  he’d purred.

His thoughts raced in tumultuous circles as he carefully climbed into the carriage and settled into the seat, leaning against the side to save his rear from further abuse. Only a few hours to clean himself, rest and recover before Cavish would visit and claim him again. He was sure of it. The double entendre was too blatant to ignore. And he wasn’t sure what to think about any of it. It was impossible to deny -even to himself- that he’d enjoyed the events of the night. And it wasn’t due to the wine. The effects had cleared his mind after the first three rounds, and left no comforting illusion that maybe he’d only taken pleasure while impared. Cavish had used and debased him, and Yirel had liked it.