Acts of Taboo

[Fake Hero]

[Fake Hero]

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“That idiot blue mage I experimented on back in the day had the audacity to attempt to kill me with the upgrades I had given her. So I brainwashed her and removed any remaining shreds of demon attributes other than a brain and a heart. She’s serving well as a mindless maid.”

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"Now that the Fake Hero has been returned to me, I can get back to what I do best;"

"Cruelty and evil, experimentations and deceit, being the best damn Honour Student the Evil Academy will ever see!"

He nearly cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, his body trembling from how this was all playing out. It hurted, so very much obviously. The pain from his nails and the bite, it had him whimper. And yet it felt so good at the same time that those whimpers had a slight mixture of moans to it as well.

He struggled slightly, from both the pain and how bothered he was. He actually wanted more, he wanted for this to continue. Even his tail began to curl up a bit from this. If this could get him in this state he could only imagine how the rest of this would turn out.

[♥] The last time he had such control over the hero must've been over a year ago. In that year he'd shamefully admit he had become very reacquainted with his left hand. But his nails began to scrape down Almaz's sides, not particularly hard but, enough to leave red marks down the path they took, until they reached Almaz's boxers.

[♥] Gripping the sides, he pulled them down hastily, letting the elastic of the other's boxers cling to his sides as they lowered. It was almost... overwhelming, seeing the other exposed like this once again. His panting grew erratic, and between them he spoke;

"Your body has grown more interesting since your demon transformation... I'm looking forward to exploring it."

A loud yelp escaped his lips as soon as he felt the pain. He could’ve sworn the other might’ve punctured his fangs right through. This feeling, even the pain from it, it had him blush still. He even began to moan slightly from it all. Why did this feel so good to him? Probably because, apparently, heroes are masochists. That’s what Mao concluded anyway.

He exhaled a bit as Mao moved away, already blushing a lot from that small experience. His tail swaying side to side,

"I-I’m really for m..my lesson..L-Lord Mao.."

[♥] And a satisfied hum escaped the other, the tone practically leaking with lust and his usual excitement. That was just it, when wasn't Mao worked up like this? Be it experiments, cruelty, or his lover being strapped to a table readied like a present. However, it wasn't long before the other had hopped off the table for a moment, reaching into a drawer in a far corner of the table and placing a small bottle on the tray beside them. And within a few seconds he was back on the table, looming over the other.

"Then I'll teach you exactly why you should never disobey me, Fake Hero!"

[♥] Nails dug into the other's shoulder as he leaned down, his ears twitching for any signs of noise from the other as another harsh bite hit the Hero's neck. That satisfying taste entered Mao's mouth... even if he hadn't punctured and tasted blood, Almaz's skin always had a... pleasant flavour to it.

He heard something gently plopped on the ground. Almaz finally did take a glance to realize what just happened. He went from being afraid and fearful to becoming flustered and even a little nervous still.

This is what Mao had in mind? Was the scalpel suppose to scare him earlier? Who cares, he just wondered what he’ll end up doing now. From what he remembered long ago, he could only imagine this is going to end up with some kind of bondage.

"I-I.." He was practically at a loss for words. Unsure as to how to react to this, really.

[♥] It was a moment or two later that he had managed to subside his drooling long enough to climb up onto the table himself, leaning down over the Hero and sharply biting his neck. His tongue lashing out, ravaging the flesh his lips had captures and his teeth had so tightly clenched. His fangs had barely avoided not piercing the flesh, and two hands held the other's arms, despite how useless it was. It was instinct, after all.

[♥] Once his head was lifted he looked down to the other with lustful eyes, drool beginning to drip down once again as he began to pant, hearing it pang against the metal beside the Hero;

"That isn't an answer. Don't ignore me, Fake Hero, or would you rather me grab the scalpel again?"

That grin certainly didn’t help at all. He was even more uncomfortable, still under the impression that he was going to do something painful to him. He doesn’t even want to think about what he might do to him.

He didn’t really pay attention to his movements either. He was far too busy panicking and trying to get off his restraints.

[♥] Once that pesky belt was removed and his pants were promptly pulled to his ankles he couldn't help but chuckle, humiliated on Almaz's behalf at the 'Super Hero Aurum' boxers the other had been wearing. Truly he should expect no less from the hero fanboy.

"Now, Fake Hero... are you prepared to learn your lesson? Why you should never betray your Overlord?"

[♥] A sharp eye took in the sight of Almaz jerking about trying to remove his restraints. He could only wonder how long it would take Almaz to realize exactly what Mao had in mind.

This was messed up—seriously it’s not like he knew how Mao works with his experiments. Does he usually act like this or? Who cares, he just wanted out of this table. He trembled a bit and ‘leaned’ away from his lover as he tried to speak to him,

"I-I learned my lesson though—honestly!! Y-you don’t have to do this"

[♥] That's when it finally became clear to him, the discomfort he was feeling was that of arousal, not solely of scientific excitement. The pressure against his groin was only further evidence of that. So with a dark grin he spoke again, placing the scalpel to the side;

"No, I don't think you've learned your lesson. A true demon would never abandon his Overlord..."

[♥] And with that his hands shuffled down Almaz's torso, beginning to fiddle with that pesky belt of his.

Absolutely terrified on what he’ll do, Almaz still tried to struggle out of his restraints, wriggling his wrists about to see if he could somehow slip out of the metal shackles.

"I-I said I was sorry! I even promised I wouldn’t do that again!" He whimpered, struggling as much as he could.

Though as soon as his breaths became more ragged, he looked over at Mao, starting to notice he was acting a tad different. Well, just barely. “M-Mao?..”