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[With his hand under Hector's chin, there's no way he doesn't feel Hector gulp. He nods again, right into Everett's hand.]

Yes, sir. I want that.

[What did he do to deserve Everett? The thought of being his pet, of being the pet Everett could rely upon above any others to indulge his whims, has Hector's cock already beginning to stir.]

I'll be a good pet for you. So good.

[He no longer has toes to rise up on to close the distance between himself and Everett, so he puts a hand on his shoulder and pulls him for a kiss. The Everett he's known so far would allow it, but this more dominant figure? Who knows?]

[The kiss is allowed, Everett pulling Hector into it as much as he is himself. There's little gentleness left, only heat and demanding fervor. Everett wants his tongue in Hector's mouth, their lips crashed together. He slips one of his strength thighs between Hector's legs, rubbing against Hector's groin to further work him up.

The more desperate, the better, tonight.]

[Hector yields to Everett, parting his lips and his legs for older man to slip between. He rocks against Everett with a groan. It's the full moon, and Hector is so, so needy.

He runs his hands up and down Everett's back, reveling in the warmth and solidity of his body against Hector's. He's so glad Everett called, so grateful to be here. Whatever indulging Everett wants, Hector will provide, and gladly.]

[He continues the kiss, again, to the point of breathlessness between them. It's so good, just a tangle of tongues and teeth. He laps the trail of spit from Hector's lips after they seperate, finally speaking up again]

Mmm, my pet... I'm of the mind for a real frenzy. You've given your own, but have you drank a witch's blood, yet? [just double or nothing on the moon lust tonight, Everett is feeling it]

[Hector's brow creases with confusion.]

No, I haven't. Is that...something we do?

[He's felt the other faunish hungers, but there's never been any kind of bloodlust he's experienced.]

If you'd be curious to try, there is some in my room. Just a drop and you'll be all the more sensitive. [he leans in to kiss Hector's twitching ear, whispering there after]

I wish to see how desperate my pet can get. Won't that be a treat?

[Hector's ear, longer than it was last time Everett saw him, is already sensitive, and Hector shudders as it is kissed. He already feels desperate, no blood needed.]

Y-yes sir. I'll take it.

[He doesn't have any especial desire to drink blood, but he wants very much to be a treat for his master. He kisses Everett again, then looks toward the bedroom door.]

[That's a very good reaction, he'll need keep the new ears in mind to play with more. He nibbles them softly before breaking away, accepting the kiss, if keeping that one short. He, too, is getting desperate. That needs to stay beneath a facade of control, however.

He turns Hector fully towards the room, before giving him a playful smack on the ass to send him along with.]

Go on, then. And leave your clothes at the door, no need for those.

[The nibbling has Hector fully moaning. He wants nothing more than to be in Everett's bed and naked so Everett can use him however he wants to.

Everett maneuvers him and spanks his bottom, which has Hector hopping in surprise. He starts shucking off layers of clothes right away, not waiting til he reaches the doorway. He doesn't make a show of it, but when he gets to the door frame, naked and flushed, he turns to give Everett a hungry look from over his shoulder.

Then he ducks into the bedroom to lay himself out on Everett's bed.]

[Everett moves to his table, where he produces two vials. One is a lubricant and the other, a very small bit of blood. Had Sokie given it to him? Or had he purchased it through his connections, he won't explain. He knows it's pure, not cut or watered down, like was sold in the goblin market.

He uncorks it and hands it Hector.]

Just a drop or two. If you down the whole thing I'll need tie you up. Let you writhe the rest of the evening, in penance. [is he serious? Difficult to say, his tone is difficult to pin]

[Hector takes the vial from Everett and eyes it. Is it...really witches' blood? He's trusting Everett and administering himself an unknown potion.

He means to take only a single drop, but with his arousal and the extra pressure of Everett's threat heavy in the air, his trembling hands shake out two drops into his open mouth before he rights the vial.

It tastes...coppery, like his own blood, but room temperature, not hot. Maybe a vampire would be able to taste a difference in the quality of it, but that's the only thing Hector can detect about it. It isn't enough for a mouthful, but Hector swallows nonetheless, trying to purge himself of the taste of it.

He doesn't feel any different. He passes the vial back to Everett to stopper it...and on impulse, traces his fingers down Everett's arm to his wrist.]

Give me something to wash it down with?

[His eyes, pupils starting to dilate, flicker down to Everett's crotch.]

[Everett takes the vial back and takes a couple drops for himself, before setting it aside. His own eyes shifted to square pupils some time ago, but it was mostly too subtle too tell, only when they, too, dilate does it become entirely noticeable.

And it's noticeable, from Hector's request. Damn, tempting, beautiful pet... Already testing his patience? They're going to be having a long, pleasurable night.]

Not yet. First, you kept me waiting and I need punish you.

[Everett will sit a the edge of the bed, before pulling Hector over his lap. One hand pets the young man's hair when he's in place, his other hand trailing down his spine with two fingers. He opens them to slip Hector's tail between the two digits, combing along the fluffy sides of the new appendage]

In a proper, Springtide way.

[Hector pouts up at Everett at being denied, but he comes into his lap easily enough, crawling to help position himself where Everett tugs him. His hips already bear bruises in the shape of hands on either side, and Hector is looking forward to adding more such marks.

This isn't even close to the way his parents had disciplined him, back when he'd had parents, so Hector doesn't know what to expect. The petting, in his hair and on his spine, is possessive but soothing, and the moment Everett touches his tail, Hector jerks his hips in shocked pleasure. Everything Everett's doing feels great. How is this punishment, other than making Hector want more?]

Everett...

[He pants, needing more. Oops, the 'sir' title slipped his mind.]

You were swift, I only counted... oh, perhaps eight minutes I waited. I'm going to strike you once for each, alright? And you need to keep count, or I'll start over. Don't forget. [a gentle pet to the curve of Hector's ass. He gropes and feels out the plumpest part,]

... and I'm adding two more, just now, for not calling me sir. [he moves his hand to land the first slap, hard and loud in the small space. Everett enjoys this greatly, a fun game (and hardly punishment at all, Hector is right)]

One. Repeat, my pet, or it doesn't count.

[The petting and groping belies the sharp pain those hands elicit with their sudden slap.]

Ah!

[Forewarned but also beginning to feel the intoxication of the witches' blood, Hector's caught off-guard by the sensation. He gasps and bucks into Everett's lap, cock fully hard.]

O-one, fuck.

Blushing, already? Embarrassed-? [it's nothing without teasing, an edge of humiliation is what makes it so fun. The Springtide are a repressed society, full of shame, so something demeaning as this was often used for punishment.

Not a very effective one, given Everett always liked it and certainly wasn't alone in that.

He reaches back and slaps Hector's ass again, the exact same spot. A few more and he'll surely be leaving a handprint, several if he gets all the way to ten... or more, since the game is designed with conditions that add more punishment]

Two.

'm not... [He mutters, even as he turns his face away from Everett to hide his flushed cheeks. There's no hiding how red his other cheek is from Everett's slap, though.

The second smack, right atop the first, compounds the stinging, and Hector grasps fistfuls of bedsheet and tries to keep from fully grinding his cock into Everett to find friction to counterbalance it. His tail twitches.]

T,two.

Very good, my pet. You're doing so well, keep count. [the thing with this ""as punishment"" is that Everett absolutely likes to break it up with praise and affection, because it's so much better that way. The hand in Hector's hair finds the base of a horn to circle with a fingers, massaging attentively.

All the meanwhile, he lands another hard slap, this time skewing to one cheek. He gropes a rough palmful after, awaiting Hector to give the count of three, if he's not already so unfocused]

[This game of Everett's is just going to highlight how weak Hector is for praise. He nuzzles his head into Everett's hand, starving for more.]

Y'sir. [He murmurs. He's a good pet, doing so well, remembering to address Everett properly. The third strike, aimed at an unblemished portion of his ass, lands, and Hector cries out. His body is mixing the signals of pleasure and pain and the witches' blood is muddying the water further, and there's precum beading on the head of his cock already.

His breath is coming in rough pants, and he fights to get it under control. Fuck, he's supposed to do something, but all he can think of is how his ass burns, and how he needs it filled.]

My peeet... [Everett coos, chiding, but playful in it. He squeezes Hector's ass in his palm,]

What number was that? If you can't remember, I'll need start over. [you get a warning, before he makes good on that and he starts back at one... though, of course, he'll be far quicker about those first three if they need to repeat.]

Ah! T-three, sir. Everett, please...

[He doesn't know what he's asking for, but Everett will know what he needs, won't he? A pet's owner always knows what's best, right?

He's rolling his hips into Everett's lap now, unable to stop himself. Everett wanted him desperate, and now he's getting that.]

That's it... now keep up. [he terribly, pointedly, rubs his thigh against Hector's bare cock, the pleated fabric of his kilt bunching up from the friction. He strikes Hector again, four.]

Unless you can't control yourself and cum, first. From being punished, no less, tt, tt... [he's mockishly woeful, he's just fine with that. Another strike and then another, five, six, before Hector could even count the former. Keep up, keep up! So many distractions, though... another of Everett's unfair games, it seems.]

Fuck, it's...[Everett's too cruel, teasing him with just a little stimulation, keeping him maddeningly hard. Everett spanks unfairly fast, leaving Hector to catch up while he's being chided.]

F-five, six, I'll be good, sir. W,won't cum.

[He's making promises he probably won't be able to keep, but Everett's tsking has him needing to prove himself. He's a good pet, Everett, one worth keeping. He'll show you. He'll prove it to you.]

[a matter of fact, authoritative tone]

You missed four, my pet. We'll need return to the start. [unlike with his gambit game, he doesn't offer Hector a chance to appeal. This is a game where one listens and obeys, simple as that.

He lands a harder than ever spank to start again. One. There is definitely a handprint now, red and tender, unmistakable.]

[That renewed strike has him yelping. He shoves his cock harder against Everett's thigh, dignity lost to the rapidly growing need.]

Damn it, fuck! O,one, that's one. [But it's not one, it's fucking seven and Hector doesn't know how he's going to survive nine more when he's already this far gone.

He needs reassurance, and he untangles his fist from the blankets so he can reach up to his head and put his hand over Everett's.]

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