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When you took me. The thought makes Tobi feel strangely warm inside. Harok took him, chose him, wanted him.

“Cyrus, I remember,” Harok says huskily, lying down on the bed and pulling Tobi close so they are pressed together, Tobi’s back to Harok’s chest. Harok runs a hand over Tobi’s naked belly.

Tobi says, “I needed work in Northern Azuria. Cyrus Copperhead had circus. Copperhead Players. I could work as a Beast Tamer. Cyrus said, wanted me in his bed as well as on stage. He liked…I liked what he did.”

“What he do?” Harok says in Artemian. “Cyrus Copperhead.”

Tobi swallows. “This,” he says in Ambolk, pointing to the picture in the book where the kushir’s wrists and ankles are bound. “Rope. And he,” Tobi covers his eyes with a hand, “or this,“ he covers his mouth. Tobi pauses. He looks into Harok’s eyes. “It was sweet.” Tobi says, shivering against Harok’s body. “Pain, pleasure, all one thing. I would,” he stops, struggling for a word, gesturing with a hand before he finds it. Then it comes to him. “I would float,” he says. Harok is looking at Tobi with his blue eyes wide.

“Suskara,” Harok says, leaning close to kiss Tobi. As Harok’s tongue slides deep into Tobi’s mouth, Harok’s hand slides down Tobi’s body, over his bare, smooth chest. His fingers find one of Tobi’s nipples. He rubs over it, then pinches hard. Tobi gasps.

Harok moans deeply into Tobi’s mouth, pulling back from the kiss to look at him.

“You like this? Pain?” In Artemian he says, “Fuck pain?”

“Fuck pain, yes.” Tobi is breathing hard. “That and more.”

“I have no whip, Suskara,” Harok says in Ambolk. “But I am strong. More strong than Cyrus Copperhead. I do not need a strap to punish kushir for pleasure.”

“Oh,” Tobi says. It comes out a squeak. Harok’s simple blunt explanation of what he plans to do takes Tobi’s breath. He can hear the lust in Harok’s voice. Tobi says nothing in reply, he simply stares back into Harok’s eyes.

He feels Harok take a shaky breath, just one, before he grabs hold of Tobi by the waist and shoves him bodily across Harok’s wide, naked lap.

Tobi gasps with the force of it. He can feel Harok’s desire beneath his belly and Tobi’s own cock is similarly roused. He whimpers in anticipation of what is coming, before Harok spanks him, once, with his great hand, hard. Tobi cries out, pain and pleasure mixed. That one blow had been as sharply, sweetly painful as a stroke from Cyrus’s strap.

Tobi gasps and squirms as he feels Harok’s hand stroke over the place he has just hit. Almost as if he is curious. “Again,” Tobi gasps.

Harok makes a dark chuckling sound as he complies. Hitting Tobi again. The strike is sublime. The force of it jolts Tobi’s entire body. Tobi moans.

Harok’s cock moves under Tobi’s belly, as Harok hits him again. It’s so delightful to feel the way this is arousing him just as much as it is Tobi. Cyrus had given Tobi what he wanted, and Tobi knew it was Cyrus’s pleasure to do so. But it had not been like this. Not an intimate act with bare skin pressed to bare skin, a pounding rhythm of sensation, as sweet as being covered.

Harok hits Tobi half a dozen times, leaving him gasping before he stops and strokes his rough palm over Tobi’s sore ass. Tobi can feel the blood pulsing hard, under his skin.

He whimpers. “Please, more,” gasping in Artemian.

“Please, more,” Harok echoes back, amused. He pinches Tobi’s reddened skin. “Ei Suskara, Ambolk.”

Tobi’s head swims, but he finds the words, “Arral, Ereyek, arral.” Begging please, please and then finding the words in Ambolk to say, “More. Hit me harder. Punish me, my Ereyek.” He squirms in Harok’s lap to say it. Truly he has never been so glad of all the time he has spent at his Ambolk lessons.

Harok spanks him again. Another dozen hard slaps to his ass. Tobi cries out over and over. His ass burns as surely as if Harok had set a flame to it and Tobi is sobbing. He can feel Harok’s cock roused to iron under his belly. Harok stops and slides a finger into Tobi’s hole. His other hand pinches at Tobi’s sore skin and slaps it lightly. Tobi presses back against the finger inside him.

“Irgorye,” Tobi gasps out in Ambolk, using words he knows well. “Fuck me. Please, fuck me.”

Harok hauls Tobi off his lap and throws him down on the bed. His sore ass rubs over the fur covering. It prickles deliciously. Harok dives between Tobi’s spread thighs and fucks into him mercilessly, with a growl. “I cannot be gentle, Suskara,” Harok says, breathlessly. “I desire you.”

“Do not be gentle,” Tobi pants back, “show me your desire. Take me hard. Be a beast for me, my Irgorye.”

Harok growls in response and fucks Tobi harder than he ever has before, sending them both to frenzied, screaming spends, rocking and moaning against each other’s bodies as Harok kisses Tobi’s neck.

Afterwards, Harok cradles Tobi in his arms. “Truly, my Suskara,” Harok says, voice still thick with desire, “you want such things?”

“I do, Irgorye,” Tobi says. “They are pleasure.”

“They bring me pleasure also,” says Harok, “You are brave to let me hurt you in my bed. Irgo Harok, Demon Slayer.”

“I am brave,” Tobi says brightly. “I am Prince Tobi Darek, beast tamer.”

“And I, your beast,” says Harok. But then he frowns. “But why do you want this? Why is it pleasure?”