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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.]

Now, now... [SLAP. Two. And another right after, to be three, though that one is lighter as a mercy. The spike in tenderness is only going to grow and grow, meaning even small smacks begin to feel intense as the starting, firmer ones. Everett knows the balance.

And he pets Hector's nuzzling head and hand with his between. A very good boy, being so obedient.]

I should scold you for such language, but... I've begun to like when you curse me. [in private, of course, like all of this. It's in it's proper place.]

Two...t-three...

[Everett pets his head, and Hector withdraws his hand again. Everett isn't mad. Hector's doing good.

The switching between light and hard slaps keeps him constantly on edge. He doesn't know where the next blow will land, or when, or how hard. If there was a rhythm, Hector could settle into it and get through it without too much embarrassment, but Everett's too devious for that.]

...please, fuck, need you to touch me....

[He's so hard, there's no way Everett can't know how bad he needs Everett's touch.]

[Everett continues to pet Hector's hair, scratching and massaging his scalp, around the base of ears, just like one might a puppy. His other hand is the devious one, slipping between reddened cheeks and teasing silken fingertips around the man's exposed entrance. Not pushing inside, just circling brief and teasing,]

I'm not touching you enough? [pulling away and he spanks Hector three times, lending a rhythm to get them back uo to the six where Hector had previously failed to keep up.]

Needy pet.

[Fingers rub at Hector's ear and his ass, teasing, and Hector writhes in Everett's lap. More. More, please. His pleas come out as a whimpered moan. He's so needy, and he doesn't even care.]

Ffffffour, f-five, six.

[Halfway through, and he feels wound up tight enough to snap. Everett could have him spilling his load with just a word or one well-placed touch, but he's trying, trying so hard to be good and hold on.]

There you go. What a good boy, my precious pet. [yes, more soft encouragement between the teasing and petting and hitting. Hector's been rutting against his thigh enough to wet his kilt through, soaked with precum just ready to burst. How he'd be scolded by a stricter mentor, shamed for such a lewd display of want in the face of punishment.

Everett's not very strict, he loves making someone so weak by his hand]

Four left... I'll do them all in a row. Are you ready for that?

[Hector screws his eyes shut and nods, determination renewed by Everett's praise.

He arches his back and lifts his ass, losing that contact with Everett's thighs. Isn't he being good, presenting when he wants nothing more than to rut?]

Do it.

[oh, that was uppity. Not something to hear from a desperate pet being disciplined.

Everett's hand in Hector's hair tightens, pulls the locks into a fist. He doesn't yank, more a smooth pull to crane Hector's neck, the hold should be controlling, not painful itself.]

I'm hitting you twice more, unless I hear a yes, sir.

[Fuck, this is worse than the mermaid game. He doesn't know what the rules are or how to please Everett. His breaths come in shuddering gasps. He tries to nod again, but Everett has his head held securely.]

Y-yes sir... please, sir...

Very good. Just to ten, my pet. [though he doesn't loosen that grip, holding Hector secure in his place. And this is a mighty fine place for Hector to be, presenting his ass with beautiful arch of his back, tail flicked upward to further expose himself. A gentle pet over tender skin before he'll begin the last few strikes.

They're all similar in firm intensity, an easy rhythm of seven, eight, nine- but the last one is a bit quicker, meant to surprise and overwhelm, see if he can get Hector to cum in his lap.

To that end, Everett's ends with a stroke of Hector's tail afterward, from base to tip. A fine punctuation to the last of the punishment... and hoping if nothing else, that would do him in]

[Hector jerks with each strike. With his head held immobile, the motions of his hips become even more frantic, held too high now to find any relief in friction.

The count of the strikes are almost sobs at this point, and he can't even hiss out 'ten'. The final blow, out of step with the rest and punctuated with the blinding pleasure of that stroke to the tail, finally overwhelms him, and Hector spills onto Everett's already-damp kilt with a full-body shudder.]

[Merciful lord, does Everett enjoy this.

Hector makes such a good show of himself, each time he's in the older man's bed. That deserves a large serving of praise, surely. Everett's grip on the man's hair releases and he leans down to his face. Hair petting, kissing his ears and the flushed cheeks on that side of him, the works.

Everett speaks so very gentle and pleased, as Hector recovers.]

You did so well, Hector, enduring that. What a beautiful mess you've made. How pleasing you are, how magnificent a pet. My pet.

[The witch's blood is a hell of a drug, because Hector's cock doesn't even flag when he comes. He's still hard, still needs more.

He turns his face so Everett's lips can move from ears and cheeks to his mouth. He drinks in the praise, flustered and flushed but putting aside the humiliation of being spanked for the pride of having been a magnificent pet.]

Your pet, yes. Need you, sir.

[If he can wiggle his way into Everett's lap, he will.]

'm yours. How d' you want me?

[Hector couldn't look prettier, all worked up and yearning for more. The blush, some parts humiliation and some parts exertion, paints his pale skin well. So cutely framed and complimented by soft, lavender hair, at that. A pet any would wish to pamper.]

I shall have you riding my cock soon enough... but you'll need be prepped. [ah, an idea, because really, all that over his lap made him more than a little impatient. He reaches for Hector's wrist and moves the young man's hand to the bulge of his pants, humming at the attention he's directed. It should be a point of pride, for Hector, to know how much that all got to Everett]

Mmm, would it spoil you if we both treated the other, using our mouths? [you know, like the sex number, but sincerely desired.

And also because Everett wants to keep putting Hector into embarrassing positions, when he reacts so well]

[Hector palms Everett's cock through the fabric separating them.]

...want you to spoil me, sir. [Isn't that the point of having a pet, Everett? To treat them, and reap the benefits of that kindness?] I'll suck you...ride your cock...ride it again.

[He's already eagerly shifting to get into position like that good ole sex number. You unleashed this beast, Everett. Hope you're prepared.]

[While Hector gets himself adjusted around, Everett does some shifting himself. Firstly, he reaches back for his end table, fishing out another bottle of some mystery sex potion. Beyond that, he finally strips off his clothing, wishing to be naked as his partner if he's being crawled over top of.

Which is just what's next. Laying back against his pillows, Everett helps pull Hector's hips to his face. Fit between Hector's legs, he's mindful to give hooved feet room to rest down on the mattress. A lick of his own lips before he leans in, nibbling teeth along the tender handprints he left earlier.

Down on Hector's other end, his cock is erect and dripping, contained over long through everything before now. He's not exactly close, even lust driven as the moon and witch's blood makes him, willpower is a specialty of Everett's. Spoiling his pet is first priority.]

[If Everett isn't as desperate as Hector is, that just means Hector needs to be a good pet and help him catch up. He crawls onto Everett and lets Everett guide him where he wants him.

He ducks his head down and laps his tongue over the tip of Everett's cock hungrily. It's an odd angle, one he hasn't worked with before, but damn it if he's not going to learn. He takes the shaft into his mouth and sucks.

His hips wiggle side to side to resist the urge to thrust forward as Everett teases with his teeth on Hector's abused flesh. Everett is pulling the final frayed ends of his control. Is this what it'll be like ~~when if Hector goes feral?]~~

[Hector will feel the long, steaming breath of air that leaves Everett, heating already flushed and tender skin further. He can't help that, Hector's mouth immediately, hungrily, on his cock is too satisfying. The young man isn't wasting a moment of time trying to please Everett, so he can't bare to hold back further.

Taking the newly acquired potion, he'll uncork it with his teeth and spread Hector open before him. The potion, perhaps oddly, chillingly cold on such hot skin, is let drip down from just beneath his tail. It slides like honey down to his exposed hole, caught just beneath with Everett's tongue. Lapping upward, he brings it all to that rim of muscle, circling there slowly. The substance warms, slips inside with any twitch or tense from Hector... and with the tugging of Everett's tongue working inside as well. It's another kind of lube, meant to aid in prepping for larger insertions, heavily scented and clearly something Everett enjoys for himself... evidenced by how uncharacteristically quiet he is, not willing to break his mouth away from it's task of teasing Hector thoroughly]

[The chill liquid has Hector shivering, and Everett's hot breath feels even more scalding because of the contrast.

Hector swallows more cock, wanting to taste Everett and win more praise from his master. He's doing well, taking him in despite the angle, but then Everett's tongue...

Everett's tongue licks up into him, and Hector groans around his cock, trembling with pleasure. It's like nothing he's ever felt before, and how's he supposed to focus on anything else when Everett is driving him crazy like this? He screws his eyes shut and takes in a shuddering breath through his nose as he tries to scramble together enough brain cells to keep sucking Everett.]

[There's a level of seriousness that starts when Everett is brought to remove his glasses. He pushed them up to rest a top his head, needing them out of the way. Hector's reaction is too encouraging, too adorable to witness and feel over top him. Even if it stops the younger man's attention on his cock, it's worth it for the shudders and shivers he's causing.

His tongue slips within and opens Hector around to fit the soft intrusion. Everett's tongue circling within will stretch Hector much easier than rough fingers could. Somehow, the softer sensation should be all the more intense... but that might just be that Everett is a very skilled man with his mouth. In many ways, clearly.]

[Hector has never been with someone so skilled before, and it's too much to take. He releases Everett's cock and lets his forehead drop to Everett's thigh while he pants for air.]

...can't be real....You're an incubus, aren't you?

[It certainly feels like he could be consuming Hector's life essence with that clever, wicked tongue. Hector would make any pledge of love or loyalty Everett asked of him.

But he can't just writhe on Everett's tongue, not when Everett has asked for his mouth in return. With another groan, Hector lifts his head and kisses his way up and down Everett's shaft until he can recover enough breath and wit to suck him in earnest.]

[The comment is cute and draws Everett away from the act, a moment. He pants against Hector's skin, more out of his own arousal than need to catch his breath. The witch blood was rushing through him, moon sparking so much lust it makes his head spin. Hector's so gloriously attractive, taking orders well and reacting so cutely to each movement. Everett's voice is hoarse and desire]

Just a faun, same as... same as you, my pet... [while they might play sir and pet between each other, they are the same, there. Animals in rut, wishing to work out all their shameless, base instincts.

When Everett returns his tongue to Hector's ass, a hand reaches to toy with that fluffy tail, shivering about so temptingly. He doesn't mind if Hector keeps losing focus, it's simply too fun to not continue to distract him]

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