kinktober 2024

2 | roleplay | wriolette

"Hmm.. what do we have here?" Neuvillette says to himself, walking around the desk his new prisoner was cuffed to.

Muffled noises were his only response, seeing as he had previously shoved one of his gloves into the prisoner's mouth.

"Ah, right." He forcefully yanked the glove out, making the prisoner gasp.

"You're my prisoner now, your Grace," he smiles sadistically. "How do you plead?"

The cuffed man glares up at Neuvillette. "I'm not telling you shit. I'm not a rat."

"Oh, Wriothesley.." the Iudex sighs mirthfullly. "You don't have a choice. Speak now or you will reap your consequences."

Wriothesley glares harder. Oh, if looks could kill. Neuvillette presumes would be dead to that icy stare at this point.

Wriothesley grunts as Neuvillette pushes the first finger in. It's only wet with the dragon's saliva. He wasn't given lube. Is he insane for being turned on by this? He thinks so.

His cock throbs.

Neuvillette adds another finger.

"Shit—"

"Ah ah," the judge chides. "If it's not a confession, I don't want to hear it, your Grace." He hisses the last word. Wriothesley flinches.

He's so fucking hard.

Neuvillette adds another finger. The burn is criminally addictive. He wants more.

"You're not getting anything out of me," Wriothesley moans. "Suck my dick, bastard."

Neuvillette spanks him. "Don't push me, your Grace."

Wriothesley kicks his feet at him. His right foot catches Neuvillette's side, but the man doesn't flinch. Neuvillette immediately grabs the cuffs still around his hips and uses them to cuff his legs together around the leg of the desk. Wriothesley nearly comes on the spot when he realizes they're his own specialized cuffs.

"Don't do that again." Neuvillette narrows his eyes, jabbing his prostate roughly. He enjoys the way Wriothesley spasms and moans, unable to escape the feeling. Wriothesley's eyes roll back.

"F-Fuck..." he curses under his breath, breathing through the stretch as Neuvillette finally adds another finger.

He barely stretches the Duke with three fingers before yanking them out roughly, leaving the man reeling from the sudden emptiness. "Warn a guy, would you?" His Grace hisses.

"You don't deserve a warning." Neuvillette spanks him again, giving another hit for good measure when Wriothesley moans at the first one.

"This is your last chance to come clean, prisoner. Speak now, or else." Neuvillette presses the tip of his cock to Wriothesley's small hole.

Wriothesley feels his mind go blank as the sovereign forces the tip in. "I-I— aah.." he mumbles. "I won't yield.."

"Fine." Neuvillette huffs. He places deceptively delicate hands on the Duke's waist. "Have it your way."

And he forces himself inside all the way to the hilt, pulling Wriothesley's hips back into him.

The man shrieks, Neuvillette immediately shoving his fingers into the Duke's mouth. Wriothesley is given approximately five seconds until the Iudex starts to move.

Neuvillette's dick is big, that much is obvious. Perks of not being human and all. However it feels a lot bigger when Wriothesley is prepped with what feels like two fingers. It's like he can't even think, it aches so badly. The stretch burns, the thrusts are dry and catch on his rim painfully and it makes him leak precum all over the table.

His breath hitches when Neuvillette pulls out until just the tip remains.

"You asked for this, your Grace." He says simply.

And thrusts back in.