War for the planet of the Apes Caesar x reader (lemon/smut)

Bound in chains

It wasn't difficult to gain access to the new prisoner, kept secluded and isolated from the other primates. You volunteered for "monkey feeding" duty–a task no one else wanted to be assigned. And most of the other soldiers didn't want to be anywhere near King Kong, as the Colonel had colloquially named him. The whispered rumors of an ape of superhuman intelligence with unsettling, human-like eyes piqued your attention, rather than make you want to run and hide like the rest of the cowards.

You walked down the poorly-lit hallway toward the room where he was. It was one of the self-contained quarantine rooms, so it to hold someone against their will. The chains were an added touch by the Colonel himself.

The chimpanzee raised his dark head as you entered the room. The self-proclaimed ape king looked mildly scuffed up as if someone handled him carelessly. Red, probably. His bottom lip had a cut, and there was a small, bloody gash on his left brow. But it had not dampened the fire in his eyes.

As you slowly approached him from across the room, he watched your every move, dissecting you with his disturbing, brown eyes. You could quickly see why the other soldiers were made so uneasy by the giant ape. But you found him fascinating.

Your feet carried you until you stood before him. He didn't speak, but his jaw was set in a challenging line as he glared up at you from on his knees. He was expecting more punishment, more abuse at the hands of his captors.

Against your better judgment (and every primal instinct ringing warning bells inside your head), you reached a hand toward his face. You made an effort to be slow and nonthreatening, but he still flinched away, glaring at you with watery eyes.

"I won't hurt you," you explained softly. The king glared at your face, then your hand, mistrust in his gold-flecked eyes. His bottom teeth exposed in agitation, and you wondered if he would bite. But then your fingers made contact with the side of his face, brushing against his wiry fur. The touch was gentle, soothing, and he closed his eyes despite himself. And he exhaled with involuntary relief.

"Please."

You paused while stroking his cheek, but you managed not to jerk your hand back in surprise as he stared up at you with those piercing eyes. You'd heard the apes talk before, at least the Donkeys could, but they didn't sound like him. So—human.

"Please," he whispered again, voice loud and heavy. But you didn't know what he was asking. Please, let me go? Please, kill me and end my torment?

Please, don't stop?

You continued to gently caress the side of his cheek, marveling at how rough his skin was, transitioning to coarse, stiff hair. But then underneath that wiry coat was a soft layer of fur, and you explored the new sensation with your fingertips, just along with his temple above his ear. He leaned into the touch, his lids heavy as he all but cradled the side of his face into your hand. What had they done to him? To make him so receptive and willing to accept lively touches?

"Your name is Caesar, isn't it?" you asked, speaking to him for the first time. He slowly nodded (so human-like!) as he half-nuzzled your palm with his scratchy cheek. Caesar. You liked the sound of it. Noble and royal, but also a name to be feared and admired.

Perhaps it had been used to describe him once, but where was that strong, willful leader now? The previous fire in his eyes was no more, and he tilted his head upwards to fix you with a sad, forlorn expression. He pled one more time.

"Please."

You cupped your other hand to the other side of his face, running your fingers through what would be hair on a human male. The fur was stiff and ticklish against your palm. The ape king closed his eyes once more, a low hiss escaping his lips. But it seemed to be a noise of pleasure, not aggression.