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If it was up to him, Phoenix would not be here right now. He would be in his home, hobbled up with a bowl of soup and sleeping off whatever bug infected his body. He would not want to be outside his home, much less fighting for his life against a demon. But that’s exactly where he was now.
Talk slowly spread of him, how he’s the sole knight who’s returned after facing off against the demon lord. Even though he hasn’t defeated him, there was growing hope that perhaps he’ll be the one to finish the fight. If the kingdom wanted him to actually succeed then perhaps they should have listened to him when he said that he was beginning to feel unwell and wanted to rest. The results then seem to be the same for the results he was facing right now, pointless and with him defeated.
His body felt hot and feverish, brain turned to mush as spots danced in his vision. Still though, Phoenix tried to fight past the fog in his brain, trying to steady himself for another swing at the demon. The chance passed by as he got knocked off his feet. Coughing, he felt his vision swim even more before everything turned black.
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The first thought Phoenix had when he woke was that he was hungry. Groaning, he rubbed a hand against his forehead, edging the last bit of his migraine away. He forced himself to sit up, slowly blinking his eyes to the sudden light. The sleepy calm quickly melted away, dread and adrenaline taking its place as he realized he wasn’t in his own home. The space was nice. Mossy green walls with a little table and two chairs off to the side. A clothing trunk against the one wall. Feeling the soft blanket, it took a bit longer before he remembered.
The fight came back to him in a hazy memory. Right. He was sent to fight the demon lord. And the results were easy to see. Looking over himself, he tried to figure out what was done to him while he was passed out. His outfit was the same one he wore underneath his amour and no new accessories were placed on him. His body didn’t feel off either. So what happened?
If anything, he felt better. The sickness he had when first arriving only having a tiny bit of a place in his body, side effects lingering but mostly gone. Perhaps getting knocked out allowed him to heal. Of course, that didn’t exactly matter right now. What mattered was trying to escape. Before he could even get off the bed the door opened.
The demon lord stepped in, expression neutral until he saw that he was awake, then it was masked.
Phoenix waited, knowing his chance for escape was already gone. Silently the door clicked closed. Heavy footsteps led right to where he was, and a tray was set on the little table besides him. The silence grew uncomfortable, and it was another minute before the demon finally spoke.
“You were sick.” Phoenix opened his mouth. To say what exactly he wasn’t quite sure. It didn’t matter though because the demon continued. “You decided to come here to challenge me once again when you were ill. Did you think that at least if you died your sickness would infect me? Or did you assume I would pity you?”
Phoenix shut his mouth, his stomach pitching forward once again, this time from nerves. The demon growled, grabbing his chin in a harsh grasp. Red eyes flashing with rage.
“Well?”
What could Phoenix say? That it wasn’t his choice. That if he didn’t volunteer to go one of the poor kids in the village would be sent in his place. That he’d rather risk death here in place of anyone from his home, even if the king would continue to send people out once he finally got killed.
After a beat he was pulled from his thoughts by a sigh, the grip on his chin loosening. The demon’s eyes were closed, face stoic in thought.
“Rest longer. I’ll come back in to tell you your punishment before you get to leave.”
He should have stayed quiet, not so much as risking a thank you lest the demon decided to change his mind. Of course, if Phoenix was smarter he might have tried running away from his village instead of returning after each attempt.
“You aren’t going to kill me?” He asked, shocking the demon enough to stop him in the doorway.
“Not this time.” He finally said, closing and locking the door behind him, leaving Phoenix alone with his thoughts and the tray of soup and medicine.
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Phoenix followed behind the dark demon, eyes downcast. It had been another day since he’d woke up. The demon had brought him in breakfast that morning, only stating how he’d be back in a bit for his punishment. Given the previous times, he assumed his punishment would fall along those lines. But if that’s the case, then where were they headed? He could have simply done a punishment like that in the chamber Phoenix was locked in. Was it going to be painful? More tortuous than pleasurable?
His thoughts couldn’t continue to spiral as the demon finally brought him to their destination. Glancing around, it was easy to see where they were at. The demon’s throne room, a part of the castle Phoenix should have recognized since that’s where he first fought the demon but something was off. It looked different.
A clawed hand reached out, tugging Phoenix to get him to continue walking.
“The room you encountered before is merely a prop room,” the demon said calmly. Too calmly. Did it seem like an obvious question, or did he— “I wouldn’t allow access to this room to come so easily. But it’s perfect for your punishment.”
Thoughts of pain and torture flared up again, and Phoenix fought against his instincts to try and run, instead swallowing the lump in his throat. The demon glanced at him before looking forward again. Letting go of his arm he motioned for the knight to stop as he continued up the steps to where his throne sat, leaving Phoenix standing a few feet away from its base.
Looking around he noticed a few things. For one there was a fur rug laid out before him. Glancing next to it he saw a bottle of some liquid. And besides that…
“I spent my past few days entertaining you, ensuring you didn’t die by your stupidity.” The end of the sentence trailed off from the harshness. Before Phoenix could question it the demon continued on. “So now you’ll entertain me.”
Given the items before him and the past few times, it was easy to see exactly how the demon expected to be entertained. Under the expectant gaze he slowly began to strip, piling his clothes off to the side with what little dignity he had left. Keeping his gaze down didn’t stop the feeling of eyes on him. It was only once the demon cleared his throat that he looked up.
“Face away. On all fours while you prepare yourself.”
Could he refuse? No, he couldn’t. Not unless he wanted to risk death. Truly given the past few defeats of his, this should be nothing. His pride before the demon had disappeared the moment he got fucked on those magical tentacles. Just that thought shamelessly caused a shiver to rack through him.
Complying, Phoenix slowly turned away, dropping to his knees and grabbing the bottle of oil. Taking a second to take a breath and open the bottle, he hesitated. The thought of what he was about to do raced through his mind. His dick twitched at the thought. Before he could question that, he leaned forward to rest his upper body on the fur rug, presenting him.
Dribbling the oil on his fingers, he placed the bottle just off the fur rug so it wouldn’t get knocked over before reaching back. Slowly he traced his rim before shallowly pushing a finger inside. It wasn’t enough. The desire to push forwards, to be filled, made him act quicker. One finger inside him picked up, deeper and quicker motions. Then another one slid inside.
His brain became drunk on the pleasure, as little as it was. So much so that it was only once he had three fingers inside him that he froze at the voice behind him.
“You’re delaying. Get the toy ready.”
Pulling his fingers out and shifting back onto his knees he grabbed the oil and reached for the toy. It was easier this way. Facing away allowed him some feeling of privacy. As if hearing his thoughts the demon chuckled.
“I want to see your face. Turn so I can see how you look while you fuck yourself. Ride it for me.”
A noise rose from his throat, barely being cut off. Shuffling on his knees he finished prepping the toy enough that there shouldn’t be any resistance. He placed it on the carpet, holding it as he hovered above. He began to lower himself down when a protest came.
“Wait.” Phoenix paused, the tip of the toy just breaching his hole. “While you do that, I want you to call out my name.” His eyes widened. No one knew the name of the demon, referring to him as the dark demon or dark lord. Phoenix never dared to ask if that’s simply from people not knowing it or if speaking a demon’s name gives them power. He’d find out if it was a case of the later now though. “Call out Edgeworth.”
“Edgeworth?”
For some reason that name gave him pause. At the expectant look Phoenix pushed the thought aside. Surely it was just because it was a strange name. Lowering himself he felt his hole twitch, pulsing around the object as it went inside him. Once he was fully seated he rose, dropping back down before the tip could leave him. Speeding up it wasn’t long before he was bouncing with earnest.
Moans and gasps leaked out, and he found himself calling out the demon’s name like a curse. It seemed to please him, because through his lidded eyes he saw the demon shift and smirk down at him from his throne.
“Well, well, well, my little knight. How does it feel?”
A part of his mind yelled at him to not give in fully, to do enough to not fail this challenge yet keep some dignity. Lust pushed him to be honest.
“It feels good. So good. Edgeworth!” His body spasmed as he brushed up against that spot inside him.
“Keep going. I want to see you lose it. Harder. Fuck yourself harder, my little knight.”
Like a puppet on a string he did as told, eyes rolling back in pure pleasure. It wasn’t long until he felt the coil inside him grow too tight. The thought of what might happen if he didn’t seek permission was the thing that made him speak out.
“Edgeworth! Please, please I’m so close.”
He felt close to tears, trying to keep at the same pace without going over the edge. Edgeworth’s smirk deepened, eyes flashing with delight.
“Go ahead. Come for me.”
Moaning Phoenix did as commanded, continuing his movement before it became too much for him. Somewhere in the depth of his mind he feared repercussion for not continuing until he was told to stop, but it seemed that the demon did not mind.
“That’s good,” he murmured, his lowered voice only causing the heat in his gut to linger longer. “Now, come over here.”
It tool his brain a second to register the command. Without thinking about the action, he pulled himself off and stumbled over to the very base of his throne. The demon beckoned him up, moving his garments to expose himself.
“Suck,” Edgeworth demanded, and Phoenix did.
Settling on his knees he took the demon in his mouth, his sheer length making his head swim. Whimpering Phoenix ran his tongue around his tip, slowly sinking down. It was different from sucking on the magical tendrils from his first failure. The taste felt intense, precum flooding his mouth and it felt more real. The magic was solid but Phoenix had felt the tentacles shift and change, growing and shrinking in response to him. His cock was the same large size it was when he fucked him before.
Glancing up he looked to see piercing red eyes starring down at him. Feeling a bit cocky he pulled up, giving gentle kisses to the leaking tip.
“Do you know what you’re doing?” A cold hand grabbed his shoulder, tightening after a second. “Ah. So that’s it.”
Confused he stopped fully, only to have his eyes widened in realization as hands tangled in his spiky hair.
“Take a breath little knight. Things are going to get a bit rough.”
Having just enough time to snap out of it, Phoenix took a breath and opened his mouth, relaxing his jaw just in time as Edgeworth forced him down to the base. Holding him there, he yanked back. Phoenix had no choice but to allow the demon to move him, fucking his throat for all his worth. It was wrong. Once it was over and he returned home he would flush in embarrassment for weeks thinking about this. In the moment he found he was only able to let out broken off moans and chokes, eyes rolling back in pleasure.
Edgeworth’s hips thrusted up as well, somehow forcing himself even deeper into the knight’s throat. In the hazy of pleasure Phoenix could faintly make out little words of mocking praise. How good he was, taking his punishment. How the demon wanted to keep him kneeling at the base of his throne. How he was more of a sheath than a knight.
Despite just coming, Phoenix felt his cock twitch in interest at the treatment, adding to the lusty fog of his mind. Small twitches came from his own hips, tears of frustration mixing in. His hands were free. All he needed to do was move them to where he wanted them the most. But Phoenix forced himself to hold back. He couldn’t. After all of this, he couldn’t continue to sink so low.
His hands shifted to grasp the sides of the throne, both for support and to hold himself back. A chuckle rang from above him.
“Ah, how adorable. You really think you can hold onto your last bit of dignity.” He paused his movements, making an unfortunate whine sneak through. One hand left its perch in his hair, grabbing one of his hands and moving it down. “You’re going to come again for me. Come again while I’m using you. Otherwise I’ll keep you for longer.”
The threat made him debate. His brain worked through questions, one of which made him flush somehow brighter. He had no idea if the demon was serious, but it wouldn’t be good to tempt chance. Hesitantly he moved his hand down the rest of the way, fingers gazing his dick. It was only once he gave himself a few steady pumps that Edgeworth continued his brutal fucking.
“That’s it. Enjoy it. Enjoy how I feel in your throat. I bet you’ll like the taste too. You’re going to take all of it. All I have to give you.”
It was too much. Everything was too much. Phoenix’s own movements increased with the need to go off the deep end once more. He found himself right at the edge once more, so close to losing it. Then it happened. Edgeworth pulled him down to his base, holding him as he came. Hot cum pumped down his throat and Phoenix had no choice but to swallow. His fist flew wildly, his own cum splattering on his hand and on the base of the throne. It was only once Edgeworth was done that he pulled Phoenix off and assessed him.
“Good. Very good. So good for me.”
Phoenix didn’t respond, he couldn’t. All he could do was pant and catch his breath. Red eyes scanned him once more. Settling back he effortlessly put himself back together, as if he didn’t just come down the knight’s throat moments before.
“I will be generous and allow you longer to rest here. By sunrise tomorrow you must be gone. Otherwise we might have a little bit of a… repeat. You are dismissed. Gather your clothes and go find your room.”
There were things he should say. He most definitively should not stay another night. He should get dressed and leave. But the thought of traveling so quickly after this, and when he’s just gotten over his sickness… He found himself nodding, swiftly getting dressed and leaving the demon behind to his own devices.