"What? So you didn't enjoy the experience? You even moo-ed for me like a good little cow as I milked you..."
Tyrantino's grin grew lewder as this hand glided lower to the janitor's waist.
"Don't tell me you regret it~? You can scratch that train of thought--I won't let you."
"Well,"—scoffs the dragon—"you've already worked out one of those outcomes..."
The tyrant presses a harsh hand on the janitor's shoulder, giving it a heavy squeeze...
“You barge in drunk, ask for a night, and now you wake up flustered and trying to cover yourself up…?”
Those scaled hands would grip at the helmed’s own. No covering up here now.
“My house, my rules.”
—What, you thought because of some ridiculous day the tyrant would show off his body to you? 𝘍𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘺?
Don't be ridiculous, chattel. Consider yourself lucky to even breath the same 𝘢𝘪𝘳 as him.
Go on, now clean him up and thank your master...
─ “Save your breath, goat.” The dragon scowled, hand still not letting go of the student’s neck.
“If you wish to apologize, do it with your body. Make yourself worth my time before I change my mind and toss you away like the piece of trash you are."
Absolutely pathetic. It really was such a waste of a gift.
Oh, well. All the more reason for the tyrant to whip this bitch into shape. If he wasn’t going to be of worth in any other way to him, at least he could work with a glorified dildo to worship him. ─
— in front of him, soft and supple…he’ll have much fun ravaging the demon’s body.
“Look, you’ve even got the tits to be one. Are you sure you aren’t just cattle instead of a king?”
“Enough?” The tyrant scoffed, mocking the demon’s way of speech. “You think you can order me around when you’re nothing but a bitch in heat?” He pressed down on Azazel’s head, putting in extra force to keep his bleating down.
“You should have thought of that before —
" E. . Enough already. . ! "
He grumbled, squirming in the bindings that tied his wrists and ankles together seperately. .
He'd audibly swallow drool while pre-ejaculate pumped out of his throbbing size. .
— and pulling him up to his knees. “You’d be a lot more productive as chattel than as a king. I’m sure your subjects could handle themselves without, seeing as their ruler is nothing more than a /cow./“
The dragon’s free hand would squeeze at the bountiful breast —
— then he should have done so.
Now he's in the clutches of the tyrant, who wrapped an arm around that polar waist and took him away to a corner.
"..."
He had nothing to say, simply letting him go once they had some private space to breath.
"...Go on, now. You're free to go."
—@pollarization
How utterly bothersome.
But, no way around it. He had already put himself between this situation, so he had to see it through just this once.
The tyrant was of no need of spineless people in his casino. If the bear wished to have left his companions —
Despite his earlier demeanor; the dragon was far from unentertained. The janitor’s desperation was all the comedy he needed, especially when all it would take is a few words to set him off.
“Are you daft? You sure are a poor son of a bitch if you haven’t thought of —
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- perverted thoughts as to not break it.
"H-huh. . ."
How can one amuse a rich man? That is the question.
"Do you wish then to go and take a swim? We can go together and stuff. . . Uh, yeah!"
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— proper sunscreen usage.
You think I’ll let the sun ruin my perfect visage? I’m sure you don’t mind your awful state, but /I/ care to keep up appearances.”
Understanding Thresh’ll unleash a wave of apologies, he’d shove a bottle in his hands before promptly —