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“Say, Has anyone happened to see our beloved Kinger anywhere?”
The group of humans, just getting back from another of Caines 'adventures’, look around at each other, as if mentally debating whether they should inform him of something. Most of them sporting nervous expressions as Caine immediately understands what's going on.
Caine looked down at the group in disappointment, Kinger had been prone to forgetting where he was at times, but he’d never thought the group would actually lose him. How do you manage to lose a grown man? Especially one as jumpy as Kinger?
He gives them another moment to fess up, and after a full minute of silence, sighs in irritation.
“...well, guess I'm gonna have to get him.” he turns towards the AI floating next to him, gesturing with his cane. “Bubble? Keep the show running while I'm gone, AND-!”
He glares at bubble, putting a finger in his face.
“Do NOT bite anyone.”
Bubble cackles, knowing damn well that's exactly what he was about to do the moment Caine left, Caine retracts from bubble and, with an unneeded flourish, snaps his fingers.
With a puff of smoke, Caine appears in the desert he’d had them in, briefly looking around at the wreckage the group left in their wake, before simply shrugging his shoulders and looking down to his wacky watch, quickly locating the wayward king.
…Oh. he’d been kidnapped. By the antagonist NPCs. and no one (to his knowledge) had attempted to go get him.
Caine pauses for a moment, trying to figure out why he's feeling so irritated by this, despite others being in similar situations before, he’d never felt so annoyed at the others lack of rescue...
Well, whatever. He can chew on that later. He huffs and teleports again, choosing to land outside the camp. Glancing in, he can see that Kingers been tied up in the middle of the bandits camp, looking irritated but likely being able to do nothing about it. The NPCs ignore him, simply choosing to go about their day like they didn’t just challenge the god of their universe.
Honestly, the bandit NPCs probably mistook Kinger for a legitimate royal, and kidnapped him accordingly.
oh well, easy fix.
Caine snaps his fingers, and the NPCs burst into confetti, leaving behind a confused, now slightly panicking Kinger. Caine should probably make his presence known before the chess piece freaks out.
Caine reappears before Kinger, and he can't help but let out a small snicker at Kingers state, before he composes himself
"Well, it seems like you've gotten yourself into quite the predicament, Hmm?"
Kinger responds by screaming in terror, not yet processing Caines sudden appearance, before he stops, blinks, and looks to the side, seemingly embarrassed.
“Well, I'd… I guess, but why are you-?”
“Oh, come on! You didn’t think I'd just leave you here, did you? After all our years together?”
Caine teases Kinger as he lowers himself to the ground, allowing himself to reach out and grab Kingers bound hands to look at them, not at all deterred by the nervous jolt Kinger made at the sudden action. He tilts his ‘head’ as he looks back up at Kinger.
“How’d you even get into this situation anyway?”
“Oh! Uh, well-”
“Right, right, I see…” he interrupts, glancing down at his hands again before going “but seriously, did they have to be so rough with you?” He makes his point known as he lightly tugs on the rope, testing how tight they were. “This looks uncomfortable.”
Kinger let out a startled noise as the ropes on his wrist were tugged at, seemingly not expecting it (or simply forgetting Caine had his hands in his).
Caine chuckled a bit as Kinger yelps, finding the man's jittery nature amusing. It made him wonder how much of that treatment Kinger could-
Alright hang on, don’t do that, Caine mentally slaps himself for that almost-thought, but it doesn’t work in preventing them, hell, they actually just get worse.
Caine shakes his head, desperately trying to drive away the thoughts of Kinger being potentially touch-sensitive. It might’ve been something he’d found himself thinking about at times, but he’d always shoved it to the side. After all, It's inappropriate to think that way about one of the members of the circus…
…BUT, Kinger probably IS sensitive to touch, Caines never seen the others touch him without Kinger getting startled and flinching/screaming, so that could count for something, right?
…
Caine attempts to push the thoughts away, but they prove persistent. He grinds his teeth together a little, before opening his jaws again and looking at the ropes binding kingers wrists.
“...I apologize in advance,” with that, he gives the ropes a hard tug, tightening them further.
“Wh- Caine?”
Caine watches Kinger intently, analyzing his reaction. He jumps, but mostly calms down within the moment, looking to Caine with a slightly panicked expression.
"Just a little bit tighter." Caine mutters, gently pulling the ropes, ensuring they're not too tight to the point of harm. Then, he grabs the cross on Kingers head, forcing his face toward him.
“What are you- Mmpf!?”
Kinger was quickly cut off by Caine, who proceeded to drag his tongue up kingers face, starting where his mouth would be, leaving a wet trail behind. Kinger shudders and lets out what could be considered a confused moan. Caine rests his hands on Kingers waist, lightly pushing the other man back, and is delighted when Kinger complies, allowing Caine to push him onto his back.
The ringmaster quickly straddles the living chess piece, moving his hands from Kingers waist to grab his bound ones and force them to the ground beside them (not that it took much forcing, Caine notes), keeping both of his hands pinned with one of his own as his other snakes under Kingers robe.
Kinger nearly sobs as Caine leans back down and licks his face again, rougher this time, the texture of smooth wood against his tongue is actually surprisingly pleasant, and, judging by the sounds he's making, Kingers enjoying it too.
He moves to Kingers neck, feeling the ridges against his tongue as he practically spitshines the poor chess piece. Feeling Kinger writhe and moan under him, normally something Caine would consider undignified, but now only spurring Caine on as he laved his tongue over kingers neck, leaving him practically sopping wet with drool.
Caine lets out an amused huff as he pulls back, admiring the way he's somehow managed to ruin Kinger so quickly. Kinger whimpers in pleasure as Caine grabs the cross on his head again, closing his jaws and forcing Kinger to sit up so he could press a mock of a kiss to where his mouth would be, Kinger leans into it, before falling back again once Caine lets his cross go, letting out a quiet laugh as he watches the dazed man.
Caines getting what he's wanted for so long, and, despite the inappropriateness of this shenanigan they’d found themselves in, he never wanted to stop.
He tightens his grasp on Kingers bound hands and listens as he gasps, baring his jaw slightly as he licks Kinger again, between the eyes this time.
He could do this all day, but he knows he's gonna have to eventually let Kinger go…
…Not that he's going to do that anytime soon, if the tightness in his pants has anything to say about it.
Yeah, he needs to do this. He's never bypassed a filter so fast in his life.
Caine pauses for a moment, giving Kinger a chance to calm down a bit as he considers things, he's never used this feature before, (nor is he sure why exactly he has it it the first place), but Caines literally never wanted anything more in his life than to use it on Kinger right now.
Well, he's always encouraging the group to try new things, maybe he should take that advice. Lovely day for a little experiment.
Caine moves himself again, grabbing Kingers robe and moving it apart to reveal Kingers body. Kinger takes a moment to catch on to what he's trying to do, and once he does, spreads his legs when Caine pulls the king's robe open, looking to the side somewhat bashfully as he exposes himself before the ringmaster. His ankles are still tied together, but Caine can’t seem to bring himself to care about releasing Kinger right now.
Caine wastes no time slotting himself between Kingers legs, silently thanking whatever program that gave Kinger this form for the lack of pants, and starts slowly grinding himself into him, groaning as he feels the front of his pants becoming slicked up. Kinger jerks his hips, trying to move them in sync with Caines.
Caine lowers himself more, almost draping himself on top of Kinger as he roughly presses their hips together, moving in slow, barely constrained motions as he ruts against the whimpering man, and-
Ah.
Okay. Alright. Caine can tell why humans like doing this now. He lets out a near desperate moan as he grabs kingers hips, forcing him closer and fucking his hips forwards, making Kinger yelp and shudder. His bound hands clasping together as Caine grinds into him.
Kingers legs attempt to squeeze together, the sudden onslaught of pleasure being nearly foreign to him, and is met with Caine forcing his legs apart again, leaning over to lick a strip up kingers abdomen, causing the chess king to squeak.
The ringmaster shudders as he pulls back again, glitching slightly, and hooks his fingers under the waistband of his pants, making an ‘eugh’ sound as he pulls them down and reveals the sticky mess of his cocks.
The tentacles writhe, seemingly with a mind of their own, as they seek stimulation, curling and twisting over each other as they drip blackish fluid. Caine looks up, trying to gauge Kingers reaction to his… less than standard genitalia, and is met with a flushed, eager expression, the man shivering as he watches Caines dicks move.
With a surge of confidence, Caine moves to press their hips together again, letting his tendrils slick themselves over kingers lower abdomen and upper thighs, leaving sticky trails behind as they glide along the aroused man's body.
After a moment, one of them finds Kingers slit and, without wasting another moment, starts to push itself inside, another joining after a moment. Kinger sobs as his sex is penetrated, letting out a surprised moan as Caine leans over to lick his neck again, soothing the man as his two cocks nearly split him apart.
After a moment, their hips connect, sticky, black fluid slowly oozing out of Kingers slit as two of Caines cocks are pushed inside, acting as a sort of lube. The rest of the tendrils, apparently with minds of their own, snake around Kingers groin and onto other close areas, leaving a wet, blackish trail as they find friction. One rubs over Kingers clit and causes him to whine.
Caine waits a moment to get used to the feeling of Kingers walls around him, before he feels Kinger weakly rut his hips, a clear invitation to start moving.
Caine grabs onto Kingers hips, briefly squeezing slightly and reveling in the sound of his gasp, before he moves, nearly removing himself from Kinger (and watching in fascination as his cocks stretch in an attempt to reenter the king), before roughly fucking back into him.
Alright, Caine admits, he COULD be gentler, but he's never felt anything like this before, and he desperately needs more. Plus, Kinger doesn’t seem to mind either, if the way he's crying out is any indication.
He groans as he thrusts his hips in a steady, harsh rhythm, the feeling of Kingers inner walls around his cocks being unlike anything he’s ever felt before. He briefly watches as his other tentacles find their way around kingers lower body, causing the both of them to shiver with pleasure.
Every thrust in is accompanied by a wet slapping sound, Kingers arousal and his tentacles slick sticking between them as he pounds inside. Caine can’t help but moan at the feeling, his cocks bullying inside Kingers pussy as both of them are reduced to pathetic messes.
His dicks don’t stop wriggling even while inside Kinger, dragging along his walls and forcing themselves further inside, straining to get back in whenever Caine pulls back, Kinger sobs in pleasure as one twists just right, hitting the prostate he was unaware he had until now.
Caine growls as he thrusts steadily into the man below him, picking up the pace a bit as he enjoys the feeling of their bodies connecting. He watches as Kingers face contorts in pleasure, his body tensing slightly in the onslaught of it, and feels his own arousal building, as he roughly thrusts, he can hear his tendrils making wet slapping sounds against Kingers wood, the noise only spurring him on.
His cocks throb as he closes in on his climax, a light squeak comes from Kinger as viscous pre cum dribbled out faster, he lets out a -frankly feral- growl and bared his teeth, lunging forwards and biting onto Kingers neck not unlike an animal with prey, latching onto him as he released his load on and inside of him.
Kinger yells out as he cums shortly after, quietly sobbing as Caine continues to fuck him throughout their orgasms, only releasing his hold on Kingers neck once his abdomen and insides were coated in viscous black fluid.
Caine realizes that he might’ve… perhaps… maybe even possibly… lost himself for a moment.
He pulls back, looking at the marks he’d left on the dazed Kinger.
“GADZOOKS! My apologies, Kinger, i hadn’t meant to-”
He's cut off by Kinger, having recovered remarkably quickly, grabbing him by the collar (when did he get the ropes off?!) and pulling him closer to utter in a near frantic tone.
“Do that again.”
“OH-"