I wonder, would it be more humiliating to keep you as a pet, or take you as my courtesan? You'd be defiled by my hands with the passing of every cycle. I'll ensure the whole planet will hear you sing; an example of what happens to those that dare oppose me.
The leg they straddled shifts. Just enough to throw Tiresus' weight, sending them tumbling into the Overlord's chassis. When the clatter fades they're greeted with the cool sensation of necrodermis and the thrumming of a reactor. The dermis begins to writhe in excitement as Tiresus struggles to pull away.
But that would imply you're somehow fit for such a role? Perish the thought. As it stands you're hardly fit to be kept alive. For now you'll be a pet. Please me and my Lords and perhaps I'll consider differently.
He hums. It sends a shudder through his chassis that makes the Magos shudder in turn. Be it in fear, revulsion, or something even more sinister... they didn't quite know anymore.
Making another thing. I'm only realizing now that I've been endlessly discussing it via discord and haven't said a peep about it here.
Conjured up with @celestial-fang, as a companion piece to their wonderful art on the subject and via us both being completely unhinged about gender and fucking those old men. A bad ending to Mechanicus, wherein Tiresus gets captured by Szaregon's forces and, ah, broken in~
