Queen of the Ashes

Chapter Seven

Poaceae:
submission
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The game was as thrilling as the wine, but it left Ethan with a bittersweet sensation as he came to realize his lack in skills actually could end up costing him more than just his dignity.

He felt the tension build in his chest like an iron claw wrapped around his heart as the danger of the situation finally exposed its true colors. He had no idea how to play or move his pieces, but it didn't seem to matter as Maze just knocked them off the board anyways. Ethan could only sigh and remove clothing by clothing, exposing more and more of his flushed skin, that only grew redder as Maze blatantly drank in his form through thick and low lashes.

She somehow found his tenuous form appealing and her eyes couldn't stop gliding over his smooth flimsy chest. She liked how his body kept flushing in embarrassment and acted as if trying to shrink into itself. It was sexy, for some odd reason.

Usually Maze only went for pretty and submissive girls or muscled and naive men with talented tongues, but Ethan was unusual for her taste. An unfortunate combination of both submissive and naive, yet it fascinated Maze and somehow captured her attention. She gilded her gaze over him for a hundredth and concluded that there really weren't anything special about him, but his eyes. Yet here she was. Drinking him in. And getting drunk of his body. Maybe it was just her hunger that would just settle for anyone right now? But why was she dragging it out then and not just fucking him to get it over with?

After what could only be described as a hasty blink of an eye, Ethan was left with only his underwear, a sock and five bracelets in black on his wrist. He was very close to nude by now and his pride was literarily being stripped away from him by each wrong move with his pieces. The game was clearly only working in Mazes favor as she remained dressed and still with 16 pieces.

Ethan felt it to be unfair how she so easily beat him, she obviously had much more experience compared to him, but he was too shy to say so. Instead kept to his usual ways of swallowing thickly and sighing lowly.

Am I really going to do this? He thought to himself as he snatched a glance of Maze already looking at him with what could only be described as hungry eyes. He swallowed thickly yet again. Am I really going to-

«Your move» Maze announced smugly as she realized Ethan was purposely slowing the game down to somehow spare his innocence. Although they both knew nothing could.

Ethan bit his lower lip, his chest raising and falling in a rapid motion. He didn't want to move his piece, because he knew he would lose anyways, but still something inside of him seemed to not allow him to quit and forced him to push the piece forward.

«I-I d-didn't know you c-could even play chess this way» Ethan suddenly broke the sexual tension that had grown to the point where one could cut through it with a knife. Mazes lips pulled into smirk and she somehow couldn't seem to get enough of his innocence.

«You can play any game this way, you just need courage enough to sacrifice something» her lips pulled up higher to expose her rather sharp canines. Ethan however was too focused on moving his piece away from hers to notice.

«I-I'm the o-only one sacrificing anything he-here» he murmured lowly. Maze tilted her head but didn't say anything. The game continued until Maze knocked one of Ethan's last pieces off the board, leaving him with only two pieces (the king and the queen) and his underwear. The terror struck Ethan like a bucket of ice cold water and he looked up at Maze with pleading eyes. "I-I can't..." he stumbled over his words, his voice cracking as his chest tightened painfully.

Maze looked at him with no sympathy, rather enjoying discovering this new side of him. The pleading side of him. But she also took a great liking towards hauling out the time, because that way she could enjoy seeing Ethan on his knees for a bit longer.