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The party makes camp in an area of the dungeon where Chilchuck’s sensitive ears are potentially in range of the mermaids’ entrancing song. Laios ties Chilchuck carefully with ropes. Perhaps... too carefully. Marcille is a little uncomfortable with how easily Laios manages a complicated rope bind that would be much more appropriate in a bedroom.
“Ew, Laios, why do you even know how to do that?”
Laios is unbothered. “This is a practical bind for the situation. We don"t have any structures to tie him to, so this prevents him from moving at all. And, of course, it"s useful in more intimate situations! I recommend you learn how to tie it is as well.”
Marcille sticks out her tongue and makes a gagging sound. Chilchuck sighs. It’s uncomfortable, but it works. He’s immobile, kneeling with his hands behind his back. And if he gets pulled in by the song, the noise of his struggles should wake the other party members. He drifts off. It’s hard to really sleep like this, even laying on his side. But he doesn’t have to fall asleep to dream. There’s a sweet voice in his head, an impossibly beautiful song.
He finds that he can slowly wriggle across the floor, awkwardly jerking his bound body across the cold stones. It’s painful - not because of the stones scraping against his skin, or the ropes digging into his flesh, but because it takes so long for him to get closer to the source of the music. Your melody enters his sensitive ears and is swirling through his whole body. It’s pulling him in, luring him, and he struggles against the ropes. If only he could free himself, and just run to you. He rasps out a soft moan of frustration. The need is so intense it hurts, but at the same time, your voice is soothing. He needs you, he needs to be closer to you.
It seems like it takes forever, but he rolls and squirms his way to the edge of the pool. And there you are, your head poking out of the water. You smile and beckon him closer.
“Hi, sweetheart.”
Sweetheart. If there was any small, sane part of Chilchuck that was still able to resist your glamour before you uttered that word, it’s gone. You’ve melted him.
You frown. “You poor thing. Who did this to you? Who tied you up like that?”
He just looks at you with his eyes wide, and nods. You’re asking him questions, and the only answer he has for you is “yes”, even if that answer doesn’t make any sense. Every word out of your mouth makes his body feel hotter. And he still needs to be closer to you. He wriggles closer on his belly, until his head above the pool is just inches from your head popping out of the water.
“They knew you’d be in trouble with those big, adorable ears of yours.” You reach a wet hand out of the water and trace along the edge of one ear, which makes him shiver and whine. “So they tied you up, huh? Tied you up to keep you safe?”
Chilchuck nods again, whimpering softly. He just wants to submit to you, to please you, to make you want him, to feel your hands all over him.
You kiss his forehead, your wet lips cool on his skin. “They should’ve tied you down better. If I had a sweet little thing like you, I"d take much better care of you.”
His eyelids flutter at your kiss. It would feel so good to be owned, to be cared for, to belong to you. He wants nothing more than to be yours forever, to feel those cool lips all over his skin. He thrashes against his binds, the pain of that paling in comparison to the sheer desire welling up within him.
You giggle. He looks so pathetic, flailing around like that, but you feel bad for him, too. He’s just so cute. “You gotta stop moving like that. You’re only hurting yourself.”
Those are words that might appeal to a rational man, but Chilchuck is far from rational right now. The power that your voice has over him could drive him to do anything. The rope is trivial.
You reach out and touch the rope. “I think I’m going to leave you tied up, though. You’re like a present for me.”
Chilchuck whines. He wants nothing more than to be with you, to touch you, to please you. Wouldn’t that be easier if you just untied him? He wants his hands on you, wants to press his body close to yours, and yet you’re teasing him like this.
You grab onto the ledge and lift yourself higher out of the water. “Get back up on your knees, baby. I want to see you.”
He obeys, and you put your hands on your thighs to hold yourself up. Your touch makes him tremble, and his breathing picks up. You trace lazy circles with your fingers on his leg over his pants.
You sigh, a little disappointed. “You’re cute, but it’s no fun when they don’t talk. C’mon, pretty boy. Tell me what you like. Tell me what I should do to you.”
Chilchuck can hardly manage to get the words out. His breathing is so ragged, his body has grown so hot. But he manages to croak out, “A-anything… you… want…”
You giggle and shake your head. “Typical. Typical and boring. Don’t you get it? This is the end for you. I want to show you a good time before you go.”
He doesn’t care. You could just kill him now, and he wouldn’t resist. He’s desperate, squirming, groaning. He wants you to touch him. He wants everything and at the same time he’d ask for nothing, so long as it pleases you.
You kiss along his leg, your lips on his pants. He thrashes against his bonds. You’re moving so slowly, so teasingly. You’re driving him insane.
“Don’t struggle so much, sweetheart. I don’t want you to get hurt.”
That only drives him crazier. You could kill him right now, but you don’t want him to get hurt. You care about him, in some way, and that just makes this all so much better.
You squeeze his inner thighs, and he shakes and moans. He wants nothing more than to please you, to be yours. Your compliments and your caresses are driving him to the edge.
“You close already, baby? I’ve barely touched you.”
That sends a rush of heat throughout his body. He has no control over himself at all.
“Tell me, little one, how long has it been?”
Chilchuck whines as you call him “little one”. Usually, he’d be offended at being belittled because of his race. But you hearing that pet name in your sweet voice, your hands on him... it"s exhilarating. And then you ask how long. How long since he"s been touched like this. He rasps out an answer. “Too... long…"
“That"s a damn shame. Pretty little thing like you, all wrapped up like a present, even. How could anyone keep their hands off of you?”
He can feel his face becoming hot with your words. Your tone is sweet and caring. You’re stroking his ego, making him feel special, desired, and pampered.
You bring a hand to his crotch, massaging his erection through his pants. You reach up and put your hand over his mouth, because from the sounds he’s been making so far, you know his finish is going to be loud. Your sweet touch coaxes out his orgasm, and he screams into your palm. You giggle happily, still touching him, making him shiver and whimper.
“I wish I could keep playing with you. But if you’re going to be so loud, I think your friends might come find you…”
The idea of that makes Chilchuck panic. “No, no, I want... I want to stay with you please, please... please keep... playing with me…” The need to be even closer to you is maddening. He bucks his hips, needing more. “U-untie me, please!”
“Aww, you found your voice again.” You put a hand on his cheek. “But I’m not going to untie you. I’m having fun with you this way.”
The feeling of your hand on his face is so soft and tender. It"s a soothing feeling, one that he could get lost in forever. But he has other urges... He wants you to kiss him, to touch him, to hold him. He"s so desperate, so needy. “Please… please…”
You give him a teasing grin. “Please what? Use your words, baby.”
Chilchuck does his best to steady his breathing and force out the words. “Please… kiss me…”
And when he asks like that, there’s no way you can deny him. You pull his face down closer to yours, and you kiss him sweetly. The feeling of your lips upon his sends a jolt of electricity through Chilchuck"s body. Your mouth is almost slimy, your saliva different from a human’s, but it doesn’t matter. He lets out a soft, satisfied sigh as the kiss lingers.
“It’s not right, a pretty thing like you. You shouldn’t be that desperate for a kiss. You should be… adored.”
That just makes the need even more acute. To be adored… to be adored by someone as perfect as you? It makes his head spin.
“You wanna know what I would do if you were mine?”
He nods eagerly, wanting to hear.
“I wouldn’t let you wander off like this. I would kept you safe. You’d always be right next to me, so nobody could ever come take you away…”
Chilchuck’s heart melts from your words. He wants nothing more than to be yours - to be adored, cherished, kept safe. It"s so comforting, so soothing. He doesn"t want to risk his life, worry about his friends, worry about the other half-foots… He wants to be special. He wants to be yours, your prized possession.
You sigh, your fingers tracing along his soft cheek. “It’s not fair. It’s so much harder when they’re pretty like this. You make me want to just keep you, but I can’t.”
He wants to be kept, cherished, taken care of. It feels so good to be desired like this, to be wanted and to matter. To have all his burdens taken from him. You calling him “pretty” and saying you would keep him safe... He doesn’t want it to end. The idea of you for some reason being unable to keep him breaks his heart. He desperately wants to belong to you. He can’t stand the idea of being abandoned again.
The words tumble out of him. “Wait - please... Please, there must be another way, some way you can keep me with you. I"m good at so many things - please, I can be useful. I just want to stay with you.”
You can see tears welling in your eyes, and the affection you feel for him grows. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I can’t keep you forever, but I’m not going to let you go just yet.”
Chilchuck can’t bear to be apart from you. It’s not enough to be leaning over the edge like this, he needs to be closer. He manages to hurl his bound body into the water with a splash. You catch him, lifting him so that his head is above water. He coughs and sputters, gasping for air.
“Be careful, sweetheart. It’d be a shame if my toy died before I was finished playing with it.”
He’s lost the ability to be careful. It doesn’t feel like his body even needs air anymore. All he needs is you. You are everything, you are his only sustenance, his only desire.
You kiss him hungrily. “If I untie you, do you promise to be good for me?”
You know the answer to your question - he’s completely under your spell. He’ll do anything you ask of him. But you still like to make him say it.
Chilchuck nods desperately. “Yes… please…”
Your hands run along the rope, tracing its path across his body, your fingers digging into the sore spots where the rope has bitten into him. You work to untie it with your hands, and saw through it with your sharp teeth.
Chilchuck"s mind is completely dominated by the desire to be your toy. He gazes at you through half lidded eyes. He"s intoxicated by your presence, your words, your touch. And now he’s free - he can finally put his hands on you. He touches your cool, wet skin and presses his body against yours.
You unbutton his shirt, running your hand down his chest to his belly. He moves obediently to help you undress him, paying no mind to the fact that his clothes are drifting away in the water. He doesn’t care about his clothes right now, he doesn’t care that the cold water is making his skin prickle. He just wants to be close to you, to feel your skin and scales on him, to have that slick tongue in his mouth.
You smile approvingly at him. “You’re so pretty, half-foot. If you were mine, I wouldn’t let you wear clothes. I’d want to look at you like this all the time.”
There you go again, talking about what you’d do if he belonged to you. But it’s not an “if” to him. Right now, he does belong to you, fully. You can take what you want from him, dress him and undress him as you please. And if you keep praising his body like that, he’s going to lose his mind - if he has any mind left to lose.
You giggle again. “Aww, you"re blushing.” You pinch one of his ears. “Even your big ears are getting all red.”
He clings to you, his arms and legs wrapped around you, his hips pressing against you. He kisses you desperately. That secretion in your mouth tastes salty, but there’s a sweetness, too. He can’t get enough of the way you taste.
But you’re not going to stay at his mouth. You kiss along his jaw, down his neck.
“Can you hold onto the edge for me, sweetheart?”
Of course he can. He could do anything for you. His hands grip the stone edge of the pool, and he trembles from the cold and from excited anticipation, wondering what you’re going to do next.
You submerge yourself fully under the water, and grip his thighs, forcing them apart. You lick the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, suckling and biting at them to make him shake and moan. You swipe your tongue along the base of his cock and swirl it around his balls, then move your hands to his ass, both to position him for you and to support him as he holds his head above water.
You lick his asshole, kissing it, using your thick saliva as lubricant. He’s shaking and groaning at the intensity of what you’re doing to him, and you’ve only just gotten started. You’re ravenous, and you start to press your tongue inside him. Chilchuck is howling and sobbing at with pleasure at the way you"re devouring him, your fingernails digging into his skin.
His back arches and he screams, shooting his seed into the water. His grip falters and he slips down under the water. He’s spent, every cell in his body vibrating with pleasure. He doesn’t even notice that he’s drowning.
But then your hands are on him, lifting him back up. Chilchuck coughs, his lungs filling with air. He sputters as he tries to breathe. He tries to look up at you, but everything is still hazy. He blinks a few times, trying to make you less blurry.
“Hey, little one. Did you forget? You can"t breathe under water like I can.”
He blinks another few times, his mind still groggy. You saved him. You brought him to an incredible climax, and then you saved him. Being protected like that - even though the danger you were saving him from is the danger that you present - makes him feel so cared for. He wraps his arms around your neck and leans his head on your shoulder. You’re the only thing keeping him above water, and he likes it that way.
“You tired, baby?”
It takes a couple tries before his brain begins to reboot itself. He shakes his head no.
“No? You want more?”
Chilchuck nods his head frantically. He wants more. You"re making him so happy. He wants this to last forever. It doesn’t matter if he’s exhausted, so long as he’s here with you. He feels small and vulnerable in your arms, but for the first time in his life, that feels right.
You shift yourself so you’re holding him against you with just one arm. You slide your fingers into your mouth, coating them with your slick, then slip one into his entrance. He whimpers, almost too overwhelmed, but too weak to resist. He’s yours, your plaything, existing only to be claimed by you, to have all choice taken away by you.
You pump your finger into him, feeling him clench and tremble around you. You rub his back softly, holding his body flush with yours.
“You’re doing so good for me, baby.”
Your voice is so soothing and sweet to him. Even in these moments of such intense pleasure he feels safe with you, like this is exactly where he belongs. Your soothing voice, the comfort of your touch, the way you reassure him... it"s everything he"s ever wanted. He"s grateful to you, grateful for this moment, grateful to be yours. He wraps his legs around you and buries his face in your neck.
You add a second finger, and at the same time lick and bite at his ear. His climax rips through him and he screams. You’ve worked him up so much that the pleasure continues to radiate through him, making him buck his hips against you and moan. He’s gasping for breath but still he wants more. You kiss softly across his face.
“Good boy. You’re so loud, I bet the whole dungeon knows how good I made you feel.”
That thought brings an ashamed blush to his cheeks, but at the same time, it’s exciting. He finds he likes the idea of the whole dungeon knowing that he’s yours.
He has the more sensitive ears, but he’s so blissed out he can’t pay attention to anything. So it’s you who hears the hurried footsteps, the clank of Laios’s armor, Marcille’s worried voice.
“Looks like our time’s up, sweetheart.”
Chilchuck can hear the footsteps, but he"s so relaxed and so tired that he doesn’t truly seem to register what"s happening. He lets out a soft sigh and relaxes his body against yours. He just wants to stay here like this forever.
“It’s such a shame. I know you’d be delicious, but you’re far too much fun for me to kill you.”
You kiss him one last time, then heft him back up to the edge of the pool. He can’t hold himself up at all, just lays on his side. He’s soaking wet, his ass leaking your slick, his eyes puffy with tears, and there’s a soft smile on his face. His cock is hard and twitching, his whole body still humming with arousal from your voice and your touch. He can almost still feel your hands and your tongue all over him. Some tiny part of him knows that his party members are coming, and that it should embarrass him to be seen in this state. At the same time, though, he finds he wants to get caught. He wants the others to see how thoroughly he’s been used, how good he was for you. He was the perfect little toy, and he feels proud of that as his party members kneel down next to him, asking concerned questions that he doesn’t hear through his haze of total pleasure.