Certainly ironic - Neuvillette takes a sip of her tea. There are other people's laughter. Going to the nation where he is most wanted and striving to be imprisoned is even more stupid on his part... more than he thought. Don't even mention it, Snezhnaya's fox seems to be especially interested in us..." "Wriothesley accommodates the handcuffs of her pants and stands up. It's better to get information from him before he does something strange, don't you think?
"Information? What kind of information can you have? If I doubt they will even tell you anything.
"Well, he's a Fatui in enemy territory." Something must be on your hands. You can send someone or go personally. But yes, don't kill him. It would be problematic.
"Monsieur will come with me, what does he say?"
You hear a noise of some displeasure, however, it is not denied. There are some papers that I should finish reading and some things to seal, it's really exhausting when you're fed up. Especially if Wriothesley wasn't there, he is always distracting him from his job. Which at this point in his eternity, he is grateful. Not even in so many centuries had I met someone as hormonal as the Most Illustrious Duke today. Who, of course, has never missed any opportunity in this style.
And this time, he seems to have dragged Neuvillette.
"Always interrupting me at the best time," the cute redhead looks in his direction, even with his two hands chained. You can clearly see his pants unbuttoned and a noticeable lump between his legs. "What are you doing... touching yourself?" the duke laughs, resting one of his feet on the boy's crotch. It's incredible that you can be shot and you're here, masturbating again.
"Again... again?" Neuvillette says, surprised.
"Didn't they tell you, Neuvi?" he says sarcastically, lifting Childe by her hair. This dreaded Fatui was found in his cell at midnight, sticking his fingers in. Screaming. It seems that someone really liked his fight with the Great Judge and wanted to make it public knowledge.
"Cursed," the three of them think, almost together. It was really obvious why they were there as well as what Childe was staying in that place when she could easily have escaped before.
The air becomes heavy, laughter of excitement and complicity involved. As well as the sound of the zippers going down. Childe laughs when he has on his face a cock as huge as Wriothesley's. Hot, smoking. . Something reddish and dripping for wanting to be taken care of.
The Duke doesn't even take the trouble to take out the chains. He thinks it would be much more fun to see how he would manage without his hands, so you quickly hear a gulp and the only thing Fatui can think about is how deep that piece of meat is coming and hitting his throat.
Almost as if you were going to vomit, like when you choke with a large bite of food.
Hit and hit, you have to concentrate a little so as not to gag. He feels really good, as if his mouth and throat melt around him. He is immobilized, on his knees. His throat is open receiving each of the other's movements until he finally decides to leave. "If you stare, I'll take you as a voyeurist," Wriothesley stares at Neuvillette. What are you thinking?
"There are cameras here."
"And who runs this place?" Fu.
"Also, he's a Fatui." And one of the most problematic.
"Do you dislike it?" laughs the aforementioned one.
"Not to be exact." But I mean that...
"Shut up your fucking mouth and get closer," the Duke says. Laughing. With one of his hands he takes his cock and slightly hits Childe's mouth and cheeks, the latter smiling dumbfounded.
