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So you just want me to tell you about how cool you would have been fighting them? Then you should travel with me if you want that.

I'll think about it. A vacation certainly isn't unheard of.

I could take you for a few years as well.

[ shifting so he can kiss him ]

If Morax allows it.

You could show me some of your favorite stars. It sounds like fun, Scaramouche.

I'll keep a journal to write them down, then. Mmm ... I wonder if I'd find something full of battle and danger.

You should. [ childe gets to his feet, lifting scaramouche up with him. ] I bet you could if you like hard enough. And no doubt you'd enjoy seeing me fight...

Mmm ... But if you're going to go on a rampage then maybe you should bring Morax along. I think he'd like to see you fight too.

[ all of this talk of fighting is getting him turned on. ] Don't think you'd be able to leash me afterward?

I already have you on a leash, my dear Childe. If I tell you bark, you bark. If I tell you bite ... you go and fight someone really powerful.

[ childe laughs, like... is this guy for real. ] You do not. [ but he'd be lying if he said all of this wasn't making his boner worse. ]

You would roll over and show me your belly if I asked you to.

[ he leans in, talking into his ear just as he brings his hand right between his legs ]

Especially if I were to give you a reward for it.

...I hate you. [ rocks into his hand. ] Fuck you, Scaramouche. I have more dignity than that.

You do.

[ nibbling into his hear, keeping with the touch and starting to grind his hand against him ]

But you like to play like this, mm? To hear someone demean you and put you on an actual leash while they humiliate you and call you a slut.

[ turns his head, trying to avoid gasping, but his mouth near his ear and his hand on his crotch… it’s swiftly becoming too much. ] I… might. [ he does. ] Not everyone can. [ he doesn’t trust a lot of people with this power… ]

We should go back to the hut.

I know. But I can, right? Just like you can call me your cumdump.

[ he moves so he has both arms around Childe's neck again, and then simply ]

Carry me.

[ childe slides an arm under scaramouche's ass to support him as he lifts him up. ] You can. I do like our back and forth.

[ he grins, though he had no doubts. And he's going to kiss behind his ear, nibbling his earlobe, trying to keep teasing him ]

I'm wearing lingerie that I picked just for you under my clothes.

And I'm going to bend you over and fuck you while I'm wearing this beautiful expensive lace.

[ careful, scara, you don't want him to drop you, do you, ..? ]

Oh yeah? Am I going to get to see it before you bend me over and breed me? It'd be a waste if you didn't at least let me take a look...

I'll let you.

But is that you asking me to fill you with eggs?

How generous of you.

I certainly wouldn't be opposed to it.

Careful. Keep talking like that and you'll go in heat before we've arrived.

I'm not going to go into heat. I'm not that turned on. If you're interested in turning me into a complete slut you're going to have to try a lot harder. [ snickers. ]

I never have to try very hard. But before I fill you with eggs, I want your lips around my cock.

[ makes some kind of affronted noise like he's not an absolute hound for dick. ] I do want to suck your cock, so... you're luck. [ brings him into the hut and sets him down on the comfy bed, peeling away at the layers of clothes he's got on to see the lingerie he's chosen. ]

[ as he starts undoing his clothes, he'll see the surprise he prepared for him. He's quick at helping him peel away as many clothes as possible, as fast as possible, and of course, he's already hard, straining against his panties ]

I know, you always want to suck my cock.

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