febuwhump '24: 17. hostage situation + frisky february '24: 07. drugged sex
series: crimson history (the war dog) / rating: explicit
trigger/content warning: dehumanization, it/its pronouns for a person, aphrodisiac drug, explicit sexual content and underage dub-con
The Dog’s body feels too warm, hot in a way It can recognize it’s from arousal.
But the… but the Dog doesn’t get aroused. Sure, Its body reacts to Master’s touches, to her hands knowing where to caress and where to prod to get a reaction out of her toy. It gets warm, It gets wet, and there’s that relief that It know means an orgasm (at least, a weak orgasm that always seem to amuse Master).
This feels a lot more like what the girl feels (willingly or not), and it feels wrong in a way that makes the Dog more uncomfortable with the concept of being arousal for any reason than because, well, the Dog’s aroused. The clothes are too tight, too hot, It wants to rip them apart and find any relief. Just a little touch down there, any relief to clean the fog in Its mind so It can think of how to escape – the Dog knows better than to think Master will come save It when It has been trained in how to escape any possible situation.
A noise catches Its attention, a woman enters the room. The Dog would blush and avert Its eyes if t was supposed to have actual reactions and everything. She’s starkly naked, carrying a small bag on her right hand.
“I heard you’re obedient,” the Dog nods, being compliant usually meant It gets hurt less. “Interesting. I know you can do impressive things.. are you feeling warm?” Another nod. “Don’t worry, it’ll pas soon enough. Feeling slug-ish too, I supposed. It’s a nice cocktail. Mostly a tranquilizer – it’s make a normal girl enter a comatose state, you passed out for not even an hour. And some, what can we call it? Aphrodisiac. Said to work wonders in hybrids like you.”
She steps closer, Dog can smell her sweet scent, hints of arousal, it sends shivers down Its back. The woman doesn’t hesitate in putting her foot against Its crotch, takes all of the Dog’s self-control to not hump on it.
“My friend expected you to be male, you see, she has this kink that involves being bred by a demon spawn. Not even the strongest sex spell can make you fertile in such an unnatural way. Not permanently, at least,” her foot move from Its crotch to Its chest and pushes the Dog down, to lay on Its back again. “Will you bite me if I take off the gag?” It shakes Its head. “Good puppy.”
Don’t call me puppy! Jessica screams in her cage, in the back of the Dog’s mind.
The gag is taken off none too gently, the woman wastes no time in placing a knee on each side of the Dog’s head and lowering herself closer to It’s mouth. The Dog takes a second to know what to do, that’s not a position Master has ever shown it.
“Don’t worry much, this is a fairly normal hostage situation. We’ll hold ya until the Head Magician of that barbaric cloven of yours come to take what’s hers. It’ll be pretty pleasant for your, being a sex demon at all.”
It's not pleasant if you’re going to rape me! Jessica never growls and fights like that when it’s Master doing anything. It’s normal, with her, she sees us as basically her wife but make it yug and obedient. It’s not a random woman. Does she even care that this is not only rape, but rape of a minor? Dog keeps staring up, answers in Its mind. It just a toy. A weapon. Jessica huffs but stays silently.
The woman tastes weird, It thinks, a lot sweeter, a lot gentler, than Master. (Master has decided to change Dog’s diet once their intimate training started, said something about taste, It imagines the woman has a better diet than It – not that It has ever actually tasted Itself.) Master has taught It how to do a respectable job when eating pussy, so the Dog tries Its best. Licking and sucking, the woman moans louder as It pushes Its tongue as deep as It can – definitely deeper than the average human.
There’s energy around them, an alluring energy, pulling It closer and closer to it. The woman smirks, pats Its head (feels too nice, It hates to like it).
“A little half-incubus,” she says. “Come take It, you’re supposed to feed off sexual energy.”
It knows, the urge’s constantly there when Master wants sexual services, but It has been whipped and burned more than enough to know that letting instincts rule Its service, Master will keep punishing It like a bad dog.
But the woman keeps looking at It with understanding eyes.
The ropes snap easily, the woman yelps when the Dog holds her thighs, keeping eating her out, and turns them around. It’s careful enough to not hurt her, reaching with an arm to not let her fall hard on the ground. She’s more than light enough that it can offer support with one hand. She looks surprised, than pleased a the Dog eats her out with vigor, like she’s the best thing that It has ever had.
She might be.
She might just be the first to give the control to the Dog .
(In the cage, Jessica laughs, see’s inherently more animalistic, more dominant, and she definitely enjoys having control in this situation even if she’s stuck back thee.)
Fingers enter the equation, curled. The Dog can feel the drug in Its bloodstream, making It want to get Its own pleasure too. However, the urges are to make Its partner cum first and then maybe have some to Itself. The urges are fine with not getting Its own orgasm at all.
Energy expands and the Dog can feel it burning down the paths were magic turns from and to Its core and the woman convulses in an intense orgasm, it’s more than enough to burn off the rest of the drugs.
But the Dog wouldn’t mid to stay hostage here for a little longer.
