PSL - NSFW, approach with caution

[primordialice]

- If you're looking to make an appointment to speak with the Administrator, please speak with Ms. Marette at the front desk.
- If you're looking to schedule a boxing match with the Administrator, please speak with Mr. Roussimoff in the Pankration Ring.
- If you have a really, really urgent matter that desperately needs the Administrator's attention right now, please find a senior guard and relay your information to them.
- If you have a new tea variety you'd like the Administrator to try, please leave it with Ms. Marette at the front desk or knock to the rhythm of the first movement of Furina's Benevolence and he will be with you shortly.

All other matters are first come, first served.

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[theblacklamb]

Scar's eyelids might flutter, if he had them. The sweet words, the gentle touch... Brighella uses him, destroys him, but then there is also... this.

He wants to keep it, clutch it to him, devour it like the salt-burning bites of Brighella's flesh.

He wants to be his, like this. His beast.

"Thank you, Lord Brighella," he rasps.

[primordialice]

"My beautiful beast." Brighella pushes his finger deeper into his throat while leaning up to place a kiss on Scar's jaw. He doesn't even know how much feeling he has there, but - living bones do have nerves. He knows that perfectly well.

He feels sweat dripping down his temple and frowns, wiping it away. Keeping this form is starting to become an effort, which means he's spent an incredible amount of energy tonight. Well, it was worth it. It just means he has to get back to his bedroom before he reverts to his natural form. "I suppose I have to let you out at some point..."

[theblacklamb]

Scar groans, throat convulsing around the intrusion of Brighella's finger, his breath coming short and labored. "I-if you-- please, L-lord Brighella," he manages hoarsely. The touch to his jaw is soft and cool. His cock is throbbing, but his chest feels... strange.

He doesn't want to be stuck here alone without Brighella, certainly. Though he could just go back to human form and the chains would be too big to hold him, he'd rather wait to be let free.

[primordialice]

Brighella laughs softly as he pulls his finger out of Scar's throat, reluctantly straightening up. "You say it so sweetly, I love hearing it from you now." He pauses, then sucks his finger clean, savouring the bitter taste and the burn on his tongue before he snaps his fingers and the chains fall away from Mezzetino's limbs, leaving him free. "Come on, we should be getting back. I think we both need some rest."

He wipes more sweat away, looking around for his clothes. Absolutely nothing's in wearable condition - he'll have to start stashing clothes here if this is going to be a regular thing. Tearing him apart means his clothes get torn apart too, after all.

[theblacklamb]

Scar sees Brighella looking for clothes, and... he did kind of destroy both of theirs, didn't he. "Should I portal us back to your office?" Brighella had had spare pants there yesterday, after all. He flexes his arms in their sudden freedom and sits up slowly. He should probably go back to being small, if they're going back, but... not quite yet. Not until he has to.

[primordialice]

"That's the best idea. The last thing my recruits need is to see two Harbingers with their dicks out." It would give them ideas. He gathers up anything Scar ripped off, freezing it solid with a touch to put away for safekeeping. He didn't think he'd need to fake his death anytime soon, but it was always better to be ready. Movement was starting to feel like an effort, his body like a heavy coat that he needed to take off. He used the last scraps of his shirt to wipe more sweat away and sighed. "Come on, we should go."