Warning: This is a very dark story containing many disturbing themes such as noncon, humiliation, degradation, corruption, sexual slavery, misogyny, sadomasochism and more. Do not read this story unless you are okay with extreme content relating to the listed themes.
I do not condone or endorse any of the activities described in this story. Sexual fantasies can be a fun and safe way to explore fetishes but always treat real people with respect. Fantasize responsibly. ^^
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Dread woke to soft slurping sounds and the clamping pressure of lips wrapped around his hard cock. He opened his eyes and glanced down, expecting one of his pets, but instead found Aelodi. The princess's eyes were closed, and her movements were lethargic. She was utterly exhausted but gagged herself on his dick, forcing the shaft into her throat until her pretty nose scrunched up against him.
Elaxia and Viyana watched on, standing beside his bed, and both were downright cross.
"We told her not to," Elaxia said. "I think she was up all night."
Clumps of semen clotted in the princess's white blonde hair, and more flakes of cum had dried on her breasts and face. She had been out all night looking for cock, found plenty, then returned to choke herself on his rod. Yes, there was no longer any doubt. Aelodi's mind had shattered. She craved sex so intensely that she refused even sleep.
As Dread removed his dick from the royal blonde's mouth, she started suddenly as if waking from a dream and whimpered while looking around hungrily.
"Huh?" the princess said, blinking blearily. "Where cock?"
"Elaxia," Dread said. "Charm her and make her go to sleep."
Elaxia sniffed. "Don't you have anything to say?"
Viyana openly pouted, trying very hard to appear nonchalant. She pretended to look at the ceiling.
"Not you too, Viyana," he said.
They were being incorrigible. He had no time for this distraction, but he needed his pets. Dread calmed himself with a deep breath, but his tranquility shattered as Aelodi resumed choking herself using his dick as a prop.
He pulled her to the side, holding her down. The princess mewled and complained, begging for more, but her voice was weak and her muscles weaker. He held her down as easily as a kitten and directed his attention towards his pets.
"I'm sorry," he said. Taking a moment, he looked each pet in her eyes. "My bed is reserved for only you from now on."
"How can I protect you if you order me away?" Viyana said sharply.
"A fair point," Dread said.
"I didn't sleep last night," Viyana said. "I was so worried." The frown and anxious expression on Viyana's face were all the more notable due to the girl's usual stoicism. The subtle expressions spoke to emotions that would manifest as screaming upset in another.
"Do you know why sharing your bed is so important to me?" Elaxia said, eyes flashing.
"Please, Elaxia," Dread said. "Put the princess to sleep so we can talk properly."
Elaxia stomped forward and sent the princess to her dreams with a wave of her hand. Aelodi promptly began snoring.
"Tell me," Dread said.
Elaxia faced him with a livid expression. Her hair was crimson, her eyes topaz, and she was lovely even when irate.
"You're far from the most attentive or doting lover," she said, looking down at him. "Especially recently. You're ruthless and cruel and powerful, but that's not why I dedicated myself to you. There are plenty of powerful bastards in the world."
Dread held back a sharp response. She called him a bastard? He swallowed his retort and met her gaze. Behind the anger, he sensed deep hurt. Elaxia meant much to him, both as a companion and as a weapon. He owed it to her to hear her out.
"Then why?" he asked.
"The moments when you're sweet to me," she said. Her anger slipped away, and she stood before him, vulnerable, raw emotions exposed. "It's knowing you're so dark, so full of rage, that you kill and destroy without guilt, but you're so soft with me. I love that about you."
Dread rose and embraced the enchantress, but she was like a wooden board in his arms. Her upper lip curled back, and she looked at the ceiling, avoiding his gaze.
"You've earned your spot in my bed and more," Dread said. "I'm sorry."
"When you're good to me, I feel special. Your kindness is wonderful because you're kind to so few," Elaxia said. "You're so cruel to everyone else. When you're cruel to me, I feel worthless. Am I wasting my time with you?" Her soft yellow eyes met his, and in her gentle gaze, Dread found fear. "Have I given you all these years for nothing?"
"Of course not," Dread said, voice hollow. He needed to get this under control. Losing Elaxia would be a tremendous blow. "You're very important to me."
"I love you," Elaxia said in a shaky voice.
Dread hugged the enchantress tight, and she trembled in his steel embrace.
They were ridiculous, but they were right. He'd been cavalier in regards to his bond with Elaxia and Viyana both. They deserved better. A monster like him could only give so much to such wonderful girls, but he knew he needed to try harder.
Elaxia softened and wrapped her arms around him.
"I want a hug too," Viyana said, still pouting.
Dread welcomed the assassin into his embrace, and he squeezed their familiar forms against his chest. He held them both close, their heads tucked on either side of his chin. "I'm sorry," he said. "You are my favorite people on the surface of this entire forsaken world. My very good girls. The best. I thought you knew how I felt."
"It wouldn't hurt you to express that more often," Elaxia grumbled.
"You're right," Dread said. "I will make a real effort to shower you with the affection you deserve."
Viyana burrowed closer against him, and he kissed her on the forehead. Then he turned to Elaxia and kissed her cheek.
"I love you both," Dread said.
Alarm flashed through Dread as his own lying lips puffed out black smoke but Elaxia cast that charm on him and not herself. He hoped she hadn't cast it on herself. He lied, but they didn't need to know, and it didn't matter.
Dread wondered if he was even capable of love anymore. He remembered being crazy about Viyana when he was younger, before he formed the pacts. She drew affection from him that manifested as a willingness to please her, a longing to see her when they were apart, and a desire to make her smile. The intense adoration he felt for her existed only as a distant memory, ever fading.
Those emotions never stirred in him anymore. The fondness he felt for his pets was the next closest thing. Even if genuine, unconditional love was beyond him, he could pretend. He would act as though his love were true, they deserved that much at least.
They lingered as a three person hug, and Dread let himself enjoy the quiet moment. His pets said nothing. No more words needed speaking, they just clung to him like he might otherwise disappear.
"Am I forgiven?" Dread asked.
