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heartfesterthroes2019-02-14 06:59 am
noblankpages) wrote in heartfesterthroes2019-02-14 06:59 am
climb up here with me and let's forget about sleep
CW: dysphoria, dubcon
Zexion crouches low in the dry grass, trying to keep his breathing as quiet as possible. He's been at this for what feels like hours, running through the woods and trying to evade the sight of Dominants and other Submissives alike. It would have been an easy feat if he'd still had his magic or even his unusual senses, but stripped of both he's been forced to rely on his natural talent for moving quietly, all while dealing with the certainty that someone could easily sneak up on him if he's not careful, as well as... other distractions.
He shudders. Bad enough that they'd stripped him of his clothes in front of everyone, but this? He's burning, his skin hot and flushed. Slick arousal wets his thighs, making him keenly aware of every cool breeze across his sensitive skin and every step he takes. It's maddening and overwhelming, the arousal greater than any he's had to deal with before in his life, and it's all he can do to resist it well enough to run from his pursuers.
At least no one had been looking at his body among the many in all the chaos of the fox hunt's beginning. Hunkering down, he crosses an arm over his chest to try to press his breasts flat or at least provide them some support, only to regret it when he brushes against a deeply oversensitive nipple. Gasping, he nearly cries out as he feels his legs go out from under him, even that slight stimulation enough to send him into a desperate and devastatingly unsatisfying half-orgasm, twitching and clenching around nothing.
It's too much. No longer caring about staying quiet, he collapses sideways into the grass, hands delving between his legs in search of some measure of relief. He's not being loud, exactly, but his breathing and the rustling of his movements is apparent to anyone looking.
Zexion crouches low in the dry grass, trying to keep his breathing as quiet as possible. He's been at this for what feels like hours, running through the woods and trying to evade the sight of Dominants and other Submissives alike. It would have been an easy feat if he'd still had his magic or even his unusual senses, but stripped of both he's been forced to rely on his natural talent for moving quietly, all while dealing with the certainty that someone could easily sneak up on him if he's not careful, as well as... other distractions.
He shudders. Bad enough that they'd stripped him of his clothes in front of everyone, but this? He's burning, his skin hot and flushed. Slick arousal wets his thighs, making him keenly aware of every cool breeze across his sensitive skin and every step he takes. It's maddening and overwhelming, the arousal greater than any he's had to deal with before in his life, and it's all he can do to resist it well enough to run from his pursuers.
At least no one had been looking at his body among the many in all the chaos of the fox hunt's beginning. Hunkering down, he crosses an arm over his chest to try to press his breasts flat or at least provide them some support, only to regret it when he brushes against a deeply oversensitive nipple. Gasping, he nearly cries out as he feels his legs go out from under him, even that slight stimulation enough to send him into a desperate and devastatingly unsatisfying half-orgasm, twitching and clenching around nothing.
It's too much. No longer caring about staying quiet, he collapses sideways into the grass, hands delving between his legs in search of some measure of relief. He's not being loud, exactly, but his breathing and the rustling of his movements is apparent to anyone looking.