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tanagura between king gaius (tales of xillia) and milla maxwell (tales of xillia)
#submissive male, #femdom, #het
[Gaius was trying to properly understand the situation he was presented with. He had been placed in a small room that smelled of fresh hay, stripped of his clothes and sprayed in the face with some kind of toxin before he could stop it. He sputtered, coughing and trying to stop himself from breathing it in but he knew the damage had been done. All he could do was wait for the effects, but something felt off about it. It seemed to be no poison he could recognize, and there seemed to be no ill effects… until she had walked in. Lifting his gaze to Maxwell as she entered, having been chained on his knees in iron that even the Dawn King could not break on his own, Gaius felt a rush of emotion. Maxwell, for one. A true rival, someone he could say with sincerity that he trusted and would alongside. Though their past may have been clouded with his own (selfish) desires, Gaius respected the Lord of Spirits.]
[She was, however, not someone he expected in this situation. His second feeling was almost one of embarrassment, if he could admit that sort of thing. He was naked, spread at the knees with his head bowed in a collar he could not pry loose. For all that she was, Maxwell was still a lady and showing his manhood so brazenly made him feel terrible. Perhaps it wasn’t his fault, but it was his body all the same. The heat in the room and now, with her presence, the toxin he’d breathed in making his dick twitch wasn’t helping anything. He grit his teeth but held his gaze on her. In the very least, he was relieved to see her clothed and to see her seemingly unaffected by anything the anonymous leches who had strong armed him into this had done to her. He couldn’t look away, even if…]
Maxwell.
[Somehow, his voice felt weaker than it had been even minutes ago, when he was ordering those in masks to let him go lest they taste the cold steel of his blade.] Why… [Why are you here? The words seemed to die in his throat as he tried to speak though and as she came closer he instinctively lowered his gaze. What was going on? Locking his eyes on her chest at first, instead, and then her hips and (mile) long legs, he found his mouth going dry. He should have commanded her to free him, or at least ask her something of that nature. Ask her what was going on, if she knew, and how they were going to defeat the perverted scum who had brought them here, but all questions shriveled in his too dry throat.] You… [He felt stupid, his tongue felt heavy.]
[Gaius blushed.]
tanagura between king gaius (tales of xillia) and milla maxwell (tales of xillia)#submissive male, #femdom, #het
[Gaius was trying to properly understand the situation he was presented with. He had been placed in a small room that smelled of fresh hay, stripped of his clothes and sprayed in the face with some kind of toxin before he could stop it. He sputtered, coughing and trying to stop himself from breathing it in but he knew the damage had been done. All he could do was wait for the effects, but something felt off about it. It seemed to be no poison he could recognize, and there seemed to be no ill effects… until she had walked in. Lifting his gaze to Maxwell as she entered, having been chained on his knees in iron that even the Dawn King could not break on his own, Gaius felt a rush of emotion. Maxwell, for one. A true rival, someone he could say with sincerity that he trusted and would alongside. Though their past may have been clouded with his own (selfish) desires, Gaius respected the Lord of Spirits.]
[She was, however, not someone he expected in this situation. His second feeling was almost one of embarrassment, if he could admit that sort of thing. He was naked, spread at the knees with his head bowed in a collar he could not pry loose. For all that she was, Maxwell was still a lady and showing his manhood so brazenly made him feel terrible. Perhaps it wasn’t his fault, but it was his body all the same. The heat in the room and now, with her presence, the toxin he’d breathed in making his dick twitch wasn’t helping anything. He grit his teeth but held his gaze on her. In the very least, he was relieved to see her clothed and to see her seemingly unaffected by anything the anonymous leches who had strong armed him into this had done to her. He couldn’t look away, even if…]
Maxwell.
[Somehow, his voice felt weaker than it had been even minutes ago, when he was ordering those in masks to let him go lest they taste the cold steel of his blade.] Why… [Why are you here? The words seemed to die in his throat as he tried to speak though and as she came closer he instinctively lowered his gaze. What was going on? Locking his eyes on her chest at first, instead, and then her hips and (mile) long legs, he found his mouth going dry. He should have commanded her to free him, or at least ask her something of that nature. Ask her what was going on, if she knew, and how they were going to defeat the perverted scum who had brought them here, but all questions shriveled in his too dry throat.] You… [He felt stupid, his tongue felt heavy.]
[Gaius blushed.]
