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A violent explosion sounded in front of him, sending him and his opponent flying. Kishiar narrowed his eyes to protect himself from the dust, and jumped back several steps, tightly gripping the hilt of his sword that was attached to his belt. Beside him, a fearful and helpless scream echoed. He instantly opened his eyes and turned in the direction of the voice. A few meters away, Josephine, one of the members of the Sul Division, was being attacked. The assailant was only centimeters away from her, brandishing a dagger close to her chest. Unable to dodge the attack quickly enough, she was struck by the blade squarely in the stomach.

Without waiting another second, Kishiar rushed forward, summoning his power to pull the enemy towards him. Unsettled, the hooded man staggered. And before he could comprehend what was happening to him, he received a violent blow to the back of the head that instantly knocked him unconscious. Kishiar immediately knelt to inspect the young woman who had collapsed and was clumsily pressing her wound to reduce the bleeding.

"Commander!" She exclaimed in relief, her face on the verge of tears.

Kishiar offered her a confident smile before examining the wound.

"Everything’s fine," he said calmly. "The wound isn't as deep as you think. Go back and find Jung's deputy; she'll tell you what to do."

At his words, her entire body slumped, the tension instantly easing. A shaky smile appeared on her face as she began thanking him, quickly replaced by a bitter pout, surely disappointed with her performance. Following his words, she stood up. She was about to turn around, but froze, staring at a point behind him with her eyes wide open.

Before she could even open her mouth to warn him, Kishiar had already sensed the presence at his back and turned around, drawing his sword.

"Commander, behind you!"

The clash of the two swords resounded with a metallic clang. His enemy quickly stepped back, seeing his surprise attack had failed. Beside him, two other hooded figures appeared.

Kishiar smiled at them, ready to engage in a verbal joust. But he was caught off guard when he began sinking into the ground; the earth had turned into quicksand. He quickly realized their adversaries were not mere mercenaries.

Without further ado, he used his power to extract himself out of the trap and dragged his subordinate with him to save her. Once back on the ground, he once again ordered the young woman to retreat. She hesitated for a few seconds, looking at the three enemies, then nodded and ran off.

"I'll bring you reinforcements!" She shouted, moving away.

Kishiar chuckled as he focused his attention back to the mercenaries. They hadn't waited for his attention to return to them before attacking; they were already rushing at him. Two of them dove toward him without hesitation, while the last remained near their unconscious comrade. The ground beneath his feet turned to quicksand again, and he extricated himself once more, dodging the sword to his left and swiftly approaching the smaller of the two.

Zigzagging quickly to destabilize the Awakener, he began attacking the small mercenary while countering the other's blows. His movements were much less powerful than when fighting monsters, but they were no less dangerous.

As his blade prepared to pierce one of the enemy's arms, it inexplicably passed right through. Surprised, he lost his footing for a moment, before exercising his power to dodge the other assailant's sword.

"Fuck!" Swore one of the mercenaries.

Kishiar stepped back, but he was quickly followed by the smaller one who lunged at him with a dagger in each hand. The man with the sword caught up with them and the three of them engaged in a battle where blades clashed fiercely and defeat hung only on a gesture. Kishiar used his power discreetly to pull and push his opponents, forcing them onto the defensive as their movements became disordered.

The ground beneath his feet continued to turn to sand with every step he took, forcing him to constantly move. He could see the Awakener in the distance, dropping one knee to the ground, breathing heavily and finally reaching his limit.

His eyes widened when he noticed the unconscious mercenary was gone. That second of inattention cost him more than he expected as he felt a blade slide against his body. It had barely slashed his uniform, leaving a thin red mark on his skin. Although it was only a scratch, such a minor injury that it wasn't worth talking about, his face still crumpled when he thought of his adorable assistant's reaction.

And as if the heavens had heard his thoughts, he heard the latter's voice cry out.

"Commander!"

His voice, which was usually so neutral, was tinged with agitation. Which surprised him so much that he froze. He turned toward the source of the scream and saw his assistant running toward him, his sword drawn and his face troubled. Kishiar smiled, ready to reassure him that the situation he found himself within wasn't as dangerous as it seemed.

But he froze when he felt an unusual warmth appear on his cheek.

Right in front of him, the small mercenary had managed to get close enough to his body to touch his face. The palm of his hand, clammy from the effort, had barely managed to touch his skin for a fraction of a second. But that time was more than enough to activate his power, and a wicked smile took shape on his face.

Kishiar instantly realized he'd fallen into a trap. The attacks were merely there to distract him; the real threat was the small mercenary whose power he thought he already knew. Thinking he could render his body immaterial, he reduced the attacks in his direction and focused on parrying his weapons and striking the other man. His opponents' attacks were well-thought-of. One was in the background, making him constantly think by disrupting his movements; another was focused on attacking while making him doubt his potential power and the last one was pretending to be the weakest, even though he was the key player in the game. And as a bonus, the one who fell unconscious and had to go into hiding to increase their chances if the situation worsened.

As his vision grew blurry, he smiled. It was almost a game of Imuran Yute Mesis, he thought amused. Despite the situation he found himself in, he didn't panic. In front of him, the mercenaries were bursting into flames as their weapons rebelled against them.

Yuder was there, he thought, feeling his fall slowed by a draft. His vision went completely dark, and he lost consciousness at that thought.

When he opened his eyes again, he was met with the view of the ceiling of his room in the cavalry headquarters. The sun was up, and he could feel a breeze coming in through the half-open window. In the distance, he could hear the sound of members training outside, but closer, right next to him, was a gentle breathing that wasn't his own. Sitting up slowly and quietly so as not to make a sound, Kishiar watched affectionately as his assistant stood by his side. The latter had dozed off while watching over him, sitting awkwardly in a chair beside his bed. He wasn't dressed in his uniform, but in a simple off-duty outfit that Kishiar had been able to observe on the rare occasions when work didn't await him. Of course, his black gloves were still on his hands. This detail made him smile in spite of himself. Despite the room he found himself within, a chamber only Nathan, Yuder, and himself could enter, he hadn't let his guard down.

Adoringly observing his lover, Kishiar paused in several places to contemplate him and etch his appearance into his memory. Like an art lover strolling through a gallery filled with paintings, stopping in his tracks, transfixed by the beauty of an artwork that snatched his breath away like no other before.

His contemplation slowly faded as the jewel of his thoughts awoke, blinking leisurely like a lion content with its nap. His eyelids lifted to reveal two black obsidians, shimmering in the sunlight streaming through the window. His pink tongue darted between his lips to moisten his dry skin, and a warmth settled in the pit of his stomach.

Frozen on the pale pink lips of his assistant, Kishiar swallowed heavily, clutching his blanket in his hands.

Waking from his half-asleep state, Yuder finally noticed he had woken up, and his tired eyes widened in surprise before immediately softening.

"Commander, you're awake," he said simply.

His face was unremarkable to someone who didn't know him. But to Kishiar, who had already seen him from every angle, he noticed with disconcerting ease that the corners of his lips had curled into a slight smile.

Without being able to say a word, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated and his face began to burn. He let out a shaky sigh, immediately gaining his assistant's attention.

"Commander, is everything all right?" Yuder asked, observing him seriously.

His brows furrowed slightly, and he stood up to approach him. He removed one of the gloves and leaned forward to place a hand on his forehead.

"You’re a little warm," he said, addressing him.

His assistant's words went in one ear and out the other. He knew what he was saying sounded important, but his mind was focused on something else entirely. Leaning forward with one hand and one knee on his bed to steady himself, his assistant's position, dressed in a loose shirt, offered a full view of his torso. Including his pink nipples.

His throat felt quite dry and he swallowed again. Why was it so hot?

Lost in thought, he suddenly came to when the view vanished from his sight and Yuder shifted. He lifted his head to meet Yuder's worried gaze, and his heart skipped a beat.

"I'll go get Nathan, Enon, and Lusan," he explained, putting his glove back on. "Stay here and rest, Commander."

This time, it wasn't a beat that his heart missed, but a complete stop that chilled his chest. His vision blurred and fractured, fading to black and white quickly before returning to normal as if nothing had happened.

Before he could even think about what he was doing, he had firmly grasped Yuder's wrist and yanked him towards him. His adorable assistant had let him do it, his eyes and mouth wide open as if he didn't understand what was happening to him. In just a few seconds he found himself lying on the bed, towering over by Kishiar, who was surrounding his face with his hands.

After a few minutes of silence that neither of them dared to break, Yuder finally opened his mouth.

"Commander?"

Kishiar offered him an apologetic smile. He released his grip on his wrist and brushed his fingertips down to his glove. Stopped by the accessory, his brows furrowed, but he didn't stop there and slid his fingers under the leather. Delicately, his eyes fixed on his task, he removed finger by finger the glove covering his lover's hand. Once naked, he tossed the accessory out of sight, a satisfied smile appearing on his lips. He looked back at Yuder, who was watching him tenderly and scratched the inside of his palm. The gesture sent a shiver through his body. The smile on his lips deepened even more, satisfied with what was unfolding before his eyes. At the sight, he joined their hands, interlocking their fingers firmly.

He leaned forward a little further, propping himself up on his elbows to free his other hand and stroked the tip of his assistant's ear. A shaky sigh escaped his lips and the obsidian eyes that sucked in his entire being blurred with a hint of desire. Kishiar followed every movement, every flinch, however small they were and swallowed them greedily like a thirsty man.

Beneath him, he felt one of Yuder's legs straighten up to curl against his body. His free hand, hesitant at first, trailed along his arm before rising to his head. Passing over his shoulders and the burning nape of his neck.

Like his hand earlier, it stroked his ear, but it didn't stop there. He slid along his jaw and brushed the tips of his lips with his fingertips. Kishiar placed a light kiss on the glove, regretting not having removed it sooner as well. Unlike him, who was burning, Yuder's hand in his still remained cold. He tightened his grip on it. He expected Yuder to do the same, but instead, his assistant took advantage of his inattention to slip two of his fingers between his lips.

Surprised, Kishiar froze for a moment before probing the cold leather with the tip of his tongue, frowning at the bitter taste of the fabric.

"Commander."

Yuder's singing voice instantly drew him in, like a sailor at sea whose mind had been seduced by the sirens. He quickly forgot the sour taste in his mouth and instead focused on contemplating his assistant. His dilated eyes didn't even blink, taking in the entirety of what he saw, as if missing even a single moment was blasphemous.

Yuder had tilted his head slightly and maintained a smile on his lips, a strange smile Kishiar noted, before forgetting it just as soon when Yuder spoke once more.

"Do you like it?"

Kishiar wanted to ask what his assistant was referring to, but he felt the fingers in his mouth dig a little deeper and understood what he meant. His tongue was stuck and he couldn't answer, so he decided instead to nod and smile. His gesture caused a few drops of saliva to fall on his assistant's cheek. When he realized he had been drooling on Yuder's hand for a while, he blushed. The liquid had fallen to the corner of his mouth, and Yuder poked out the tip of his tongue to lick it while looking straight into his eyes.

The heat in his stomach increased, and Kishiar felt himself harden. Yuder's other leg rose between his and pressed intensely against his cock. He was seized by a tremor that swayed his entire body and narrowed his eyes with a groan, instinctively seeking more pleasure by rubbing himself against his leg once more. He wanted to swallow, but Yuder pressed on his tongue, preventing him from doing anything but moan and dripping more saliva down his chin. He felt like-

"Like a dog," Yuder said suavely.

Kishiar stopped dead in his tracks at the sound of his words. His face turned completely red, and he let out a moan that was more of a squeak than anything else. Yuder's knee pressed a little harder against his penis, and he flinched. His assistant's smile had changed subtly; his gaze was still tender, but a hint of amusement in his eyes made him hesitant.

Uncaring of what he was thinking, Yuder tilted his head to the side to place his lips on the back of his hand. His grip on Yuder's hand tightened as he felt his cold lips.

In this strange atmosphere, Kishiar no longer dared to move. He looked at his assistant frantically, waiting for something more, though he didn't know what.

It seemed as if Yuder was reading his thoughts, because his eyes returned to him and curved into a crescent moon, as if the situation amused him.

"What is it?" He asked softly, as if speaking to a frightened animal.

Kishiar, still unable to answer him, let out a sound resembling a whimper. His action made his lover smile who, amused, lured him forward with his fingers. Once a few centimeters from his face, Yuder began to withdraw his hand before stopping at his teeth.

"Bite."

Hypnotized, Kishiar did as he was told and took the garment in his teeth. And before his eyes, Yuder began to slowly remove his fingers from the glove. One by one, as if he wanted to prolong the suspense, slow down the time between them or even mock him. Kishiar didn't know what he was doing, or where he was going with this, but he let it happen. His dick was hard and solid. Not wearing underwear, it disfigured his night pants by forming a bulge, and he had to restrain himself from rubbing himself even more against Yuder.

"Commander." Yuder's voice brought him back to himself. His hand was completely free of the glove, yet his forearm was dripping with drool.

His drool.

Following his gaze, Yuder began looking at his arm as well. His gaze alternated between the drool and his face, before stopping a little lower, towards his crotch.

"You're so excited, Commander," Yuder finally said mockingly.

Kishiar didn't know if he could get any more embarrassed than he already was. Never had he found himself in such a strange position. He wanted to run away, regain control of the situation, and at the same time, pursue this unusual game.

And once again, Yuder didn't give him time to think as he spoke again.

"You're drooling, you're moaning, you're biting, you're responding, you're getting excited, and you're rubbing yourself against me," he continued quickly.

Kishiar said nothing, clenching the glove between his teeth.

"Commander, have you become a dog?"

The statement took his breath away. His head began to vibrate, and his vision blurred. He wanted to respond to the words, to deny them, but before he could even think of what to say, a grunt escaped his throat. With his spare hand, Yuder had barely pulled down his night pants when his penis protruded outside the garment and stood proudly in all its glory. He then placed his index finger on it and slid the entire length, before pausing for a moment at the tip where a bead of precum began to appear. His explicit gesture sent a tremor through Kishiar's body, but his hand disappeared immediately, only to reappear on his cheek.

"But I like dogs, you know. It doesn't bother me."

With his index finger, he tenderly stroked under his eye, spreading the sperm that had stuck to it. Then he abruptly sat up to press his lips against his ear.

"So, if you want to rub against me like a dog in heat..."

His words trailed off and Kishiar let his saliva run down his chin, having long forgotten he could swallow it.

Yuder flopped back onto the bed and looked him straight in the eyes. Without moving a centimeter. Kishiar looked at him slowly, assessing his words. Could he really do that? Behave like a dog? Despite his second gender and the heat that came with it, lowering himself to become an animal was beyond humiliating. And even if he didn't use his status with Yuder, being treated worse than a human by his assistant was...

"Exciting?"

Once again, Yuder spoke as if reading his thoughts. He smiled, as if what he was examining was amusing.

"Your thoughts are written all over your face, Commander."

Yuder squeezed their clasped hands a little tighter, then guided the other toward his head, freeing his face by tucking his damp blond hair back.

"You're thinking too much," he said in a patronizing tone. "It's just the two of us. No one will know. Just you and me."

Kishiar blinked slowly at his words. They crawled under his skin and wriggled like snakes. He felt like he was losing his mind while still being lucid. He felt as if he were becoming a sinner, being pulled by his assistant into the depths of an unhealthy vice. As if the devil himself had come whispering sweet nothings in his ear.

"If you prefer," he continued thoughtfully. "I can call you by your first name."

Kishiar took a sharp breath.

"'Commander' is a very good name for a dog, but Kishiar is more familiar, don't you think?"

A trick question. What was the best answer? Did he want to hear the voice of his subordinate treating him like a dog? Or did he wish for his lover's voice to belittle him?

His vision was blurry, his face burning, and he wheezed through the glove in his mouth. His cock was still as hard as ever; there hadn't been a single moment when the situation had caused him to go soft. Was this a test? Could he, for pleasure, stoop this low? He knew these practices; he'd heard of them before. But he never imagined it could happen to him one day.

"So?" Yuder asked, tilting his head to the side.

He grabbed the glove between his teeth with his fingertips and pulled it. The garment was completely soaked, and now seeing it, Kishiar was overcome by a new wave of embarrassment. He was the one who had done this. He was the one who had drooled. He could feel his chin completely soaked, and he instinctively licked his lips.

"Have you made up your mind?" Kishiar noticed he hadn't employed any words to describe him, as if nothing would really begin until he had made up his mind. He frowned, nibbled his lower lip, and hesitated for several seconds. But the heat in his pelvis was making him lose his mind and he could no longer put more than three words together.

Finally, he made up his mind and opened his mouth to reply. But just as he was about to speak, Yuder cut him off by placing his index finger on his lips.

"Dogs don't talk," he said, smiling slyly. "They bark."

Kishiar's cheeks turned even redder than they had been. It was hot, much too hot.

"If you want Kishiar, bark once." His hand came up to rest above his chest, rubbing circles. "If you want Commander, bark twice."

Kishiar remained silent for a few seconds. Yuder's hand continued to make shapes as he waited for his answer, moving lower and lower. His tongue swirled in his mouth, and the lump in his chest swelled and swelled as if it were about to burst.

"Waf waf…"

Once the sound escaped his mouth, he stiffened. Shame permeated his entire body, from head to toe, and burned his face. His heart was beating a thousand miles an hour, and the air was becoming thin. And yet it felt so good.

"Hgnh!"

A surprised moan escaped his lips; Yuder had just squeezed his nipple tightly in his fingers.

"Good boy, Commander."

Kishiar gasped. He watched as Yuder's hand squeezed his chest vigorously, leaving a red mark on his skin.

"Rub yourself against me now." He said without giving him a choice.

Hesitantly at first, Kishiar tilted his pelvis and began rubbing his penis against Yuder's leg. The texture of his pants was dry and somewhat painful. He moaned softly as he closed his eyes and leaned down further to touch more surface area. He found himself against Yuder's groin, rubbing himself desperately, harder and harder. His head was against Yuder's neck, and he felt a hand come up to his nape, gripping his hair and burying him deeper into it.

"Lick."

An order. Kishiar opened his mouth and darted out his tongue and began licking his collarbone. He moved up a little higher and persisted to suck all he could while continuing his irregular hip thrusts. He started biting the skin, but the hand in his hair yanked him back violently.

"Argh!"

The sudden movement on his hair caused a burning pain in his roots. His neck was blocked in an uncomfortable position, and he closed his eyes, whimpering.

"Did I tell you that you can bite me?"

Yuder's voice was harsh, and Kishiar shuddered. This wasn't what he wanted. He opened his mouth to reply, but once again the hand in his hair wrenched him back further.

"Hgn!"

"You're really not a good dog commander. Didn't I tell you that dogs don't talk?"

He stopped talking for a moment and manipulated his head, tilting it left and right. The movement pulled his roots, and he groaned in pain.

"I take my time to play with you, and you don't even listen to what I say?"

Finally, he released his grip and his head fell back. Kishiar caught himself at the last moment to keep from falling on Yuder, and gasped as he sat up. He met his lover's icy gaze and froze. Despite their clasped hands, Yuder's presence seemed so distant and foreign that he stopped breathing.

"Do you have anything to add?"

A trick question, obviously. He wasn't allowed to speak. If he did, Yuder's mood would only deteriorate further. As he pondered what to do, a sudden thought crossed his mind. He was a dog, Yuder's dog, to be precise. But that wasn't the most important thing. What was important was that he was a dog. And what did a dog do when he did something wrong and his owner scolded him?

Kishiar suppressed a smile to hide his plan and instead adopted a miserable expression. Then, without hesitation, he began to whine and whimper. Yuder raised an eyebrow, and he continued his play, resting his cheek against his chest, appearing like a cute little dog wanting to be forgiven. If he had a tail, it would wave in all directions to accentuate the effect of pity.

It was the first answer that came to his mind and he didn't hesitate before adopting it. He felt a little stupid and ridiculous. Acting like a dog and putting himself down without anyone's help seemed silly and humiliating. And it was. But the simple act of pleasing Yuder, of looking back on his past actions, of apologizing by lowering himself, was mortifying and so so good.

"Are you trying to make yourself look cute, Commander?"

Yuder's voice quickly warmed up, and Kishiar could sense a hint of amusement in it.

"But I'm not quite sure that gentle eyes alone will be enough." He continued as if talking to himself. "It would take something a little more..."

He paused, building up the suspense.

"Something a little more degrading to the Commander, don't you think?"

Kishiar swallowed. After a few seconds, he nodded.

"Woof!" He barked, his tongue lolling out like a dog.

It was as if he were falling deeper into this game, as if the role was becoming easier and easier to play. He was giving in to urges he didn't even know existed. Existing as an animal, being degraded by someone he loved, and finding himself subjected to total sexual depravity excited him like he'd never been before. Or maybe it did, but he couldn't remember it anymore. Like an animal in heat, there was only one thing he wanted to do. And it kept playing over and over in his head, taking over all his thoughts and preventing him from thinking straight.

"Lost in thought, Commander?" Yuder whispered, bringing him back down to earth.

Kishiar nodded and began lapping at his chest through his shirt. He focused particularly on one of his nipples that appeared behind the wet garment, and sucked on it, eliciting an excited gasp from his lover. The latter placed his free hand on his head, gripping his hair, and pushed him back. Kishiar lifted his shirt with his teeth to access his skin, and resumed his licks, sucking everything he could between his lips. It goes without saying he didn't bite anything; Yuder hadn't ordered him to. He licked his chest, his abdomen, made a hickey against his navel and went down to his groin where he started to nibble the elastic of his pants.

"Use only your mouth, Commander," his assistant said simply, staring at him with a look that was half-excited, half-mocking. "Hands are forbidden."

"Woof!"

Kishiar leaned down and sniffed the swell of his dick through his pants. Just a little below, the fabric was damp, a sign that Yuder was also aroused. The fruity scent of grapes was particularly present here. The scent burned his eyes and made his mouth water. Without waiting a second, he began sucking the shape above the fabric, spreading his saliva generously over the hidden cock.

He now had his head lodged between his lover's thighs. But despite the change in position, his right hand still firmly gripped Yuder's, like an anchor holding him.

"Commander, take off my pants."

He didn't hesitate and complied. With a quick bite, he grabbed the elastic and yanked it down. Yuder's cock was hard and made him moan just by looking at it. The urge to pleasure Yuder was so overwhelming and exciting he had to restrain himself from rubbing his dick against the mattress.

He moved closer and placed his tongue at the base. His lips were coated in saliva, which quickly spread over his shaft from his licking. A lick to one side, a suction at the testicles. His cock stood proudly erect under his work, and Kishiar smiled foolishly as he watched. Finally, when semen began to flow, he took it in his mouth, not wanting to waste a drop. He slurped loudly, sucking on the inside of his cheeks, and Yuder's legs on the sides of his head tightened around him, pinning him down.

"Aah," Yuder moaned, throwing his head back. "Good boy."

The compliment immediately traveled to his groin, and he forced himself to tear his gaze away from his assistant's erotic appearance and focus on his task at hand. He tilted his head further, pushing his penis deeper. His lips stretched in pleasurable pain around the shaft, and finally, he reached the end. His assistant wasn't very hairy, and he was able to pause before returning to sucking. Yuder's body arched with a long moan. The taste of cum in his mouth made him groan, and he concentrated on not accidentally using his teeth on his lover. The hand anchored in his hair tightened as it pressed firmly on the back of his head, preventing him from retreating even for a moment.

At Yuder's silent request, he began to move back and forth, following the movements of his grip. His hair was being pulled vigorously, and his scalp was aching, but it was a pain that felt good, and he paid it no mind as each pulls made him shiver. With each descent, Yuder's legs trembled a little more. His moans rose in pitch, and his hand tightened on his, leaving red marks. His breathing was uneven, while his was practically nonexistent. He barely had time to breathe through his nose, and the lack of air made him see stars.

Kishiar felt his lover was coming to an end. He didn't need Yuder's hand to push him all the way to his pubis; he did it himself. He began pumping him through his orgasm, sucking in his cheeks and swirling his tongue around the head. With a sudden movement, Yuder pulled him forward, and his cockhead hit the back of his throat. He swallowed at the force of the action, but promptly forgot the pain as hot semen splattered against the walls of his mouth.

"Don't swallow!" Yuder ordered breathlessly.

Kishiar did as he was told, stopping himself from swallowing by breathing hard through his nose. His head was stuck between Yuder's thighs, and his hand was pinning him down, preventing him from moving even a little. All he could do was let himself be used while his assistant utilized his mouth to finish off his orgasm. As if his pleasure was less important than his.

Finally, Yuder stopped moving, breathing heavily. He let go of his hair and let his legs, with his pants slipping, fall down his sides.

"Commander."

At his name, Kishiar sat up to look at him. They were both in a terrible state. Half-dressed, red-faced, and covered in saliva. No one could doubt what they were doing.

"Heh," Yuder breathed, smiling. "It came out through your nose."

Kishiar brought his hand up to his face to wipe it, and indeed, there was semen dripping from one of his nostrils.

"Commander."

Yuder gestured with his hand for him to come closer. He pried his other hand away with difficulty, Kishiar didn't want to let go. But he emerged victorious and cupped his face.

"Open your mouth, Commander," he said quietly. "Show me if you've been listening to me."

Kishiar buried his head in his lover's hands, closing his eyes, before reopening them along with his mouth. He stuck his tongue out a little to show he hadn't swallowed anything and that he was a good boy.

His tongue was coated with semen and saliva that had accumulated from licking the inside of his mouth. His lips, especially the corners, were red and swollen. His throat ached, his penis still erect and dripping with semen, throbbed, his eyes stung and he was thirsty. But his gaze was fixed on Yuder's face as if hypnotized. His obsidian eyes shone deviously, his face was flushed, and his lips were stretched into a full-blown smile.

"Good boy, Commander, good dog."

His voice was lighter, genuinely proud of himself, as if what he had accomplished was an act of pride. He felt himself blush and closed his eyes, rubbing himself against his hands. Yuder began stroking him while repeating praises to his name.

"Now," he said after a moment. "On your knees."

Mouth still open and tongue out, Kishiar straightened up, resting his buttocks on his feet. Yuder followed him before looking at him critically.

"No, it doesn't work," he said quietly, as if talking to himself. "Undress and be careful not to lose anything."

Kishiar nodded, his throat dry and began to undress. He didn't even try to unbutton his shirt; he ripped it off before throwing it away. He did the same with his pants and found himself completely naked.

Yuder had also undressed, but he'd only taken off his pants and underwear. He hadn't even noticed he possessed one earlier.

Lying on his elbows, he glanced at him before unbuttoning a button or two.

"Commander, sit down."

Kishiar sat back on his knees again. On tiptoe, his buttocks on his heels, and his hands on his thighs. His assistant looked at his face and his cum-filled mouth, before observing his proudly erect penis. It was red, twitching, and dripping with semen.

"I have a feeling you also enjoyed your punishment, Commander," Yuder said, without taking his eyes off it.

Kishiar felt intimidated by his suggestive gaze and averted his eyes.

"Therefore, I had another idea." He whispered. "Commander. Spit everything you have in your mouth back onto yourself."

Kishiar quickly returned his gaze to his lover; he had a honeyed smile and pointed at his penis with the tip of his index finger.

"I want to see you, spit, on, yourself." Then, as if letting him in on a secret, he added even more quietly. "The more you do it, the better it will be for you and me."

And to emphasize his words, he spread his legs and stretch his slick-covered hole with two of his fingers. Despite the dimness of the room, barely lit by the fireplace. He could see everything. From the contractions of his breathing to the shiny liquid that came out of it.

Kishiar swallowed. He wanted to throw himself on top of him. His face was burning, his heart was pounding, and his penis was crying out for action. The mere sight of his ass and hole had put him into a trance. He truly felt like an animal. He wanted to grab his lover by the arms and turn him over, bury his head in his pillow and fuck him like a dog in heat. He wanted to cover his skin with bite marks, to announce he belonged to him and only him.

In the back of his mind, he remembered that Yuder hated this position, and he forced himself to think of something else.

"So?" Yuder said, standing up.

Lost was his alluring posture. He had moved closer to him, just enough to smell him even more, but not close enough to touch him. Kishiar stared at him, then lowered his gaze to his penis. Even more saliva had accumulated in his mouth, and it was a miracle he hadn't swallowed anything since. Finally, he made up his mind; he had already decided a long time ago, but since seeing Yuder, every action required profound courage. He wasn't sure of what he was doing, but he desired it so badly it burned through him.

He tilted his head forward. The tilt was enough to make the liquid mixture drip with a lewd noise that made him tremble. Slow and sticky, the cum flowed out before falling loose and dropping with a subjective slosh onto his cock. The warm liquid made him jump and he moaned as he felt it flow down his dick.

"Again." Yuder ordered, not taking his eyes off him.

Kishiar stirred the liquid in his mouth, collecting as much saliva as he could, before this time spitting on himself. He moaned again, his mouth wide open, and closed his eyes as he flinched forward. Yuder supported him with a hand on his chest and straightened him up, praising him.

"Well done, Commander. Who's a good boy?"

"Woof..." He replied, exhausted but smiling.

"You are indeed. You even deserve a reward, open your mouth."

Kishiar opened his lips and his misty eyes to look at him before stopping breathing when he felt his breath against his lips. Yuder moved closer to him and cupped his face in his hands, pulling at the corners of his mouth with his thumbs.

"Bigger."

Kishiar complied and Yuder got down on his knees to be higher than him. He created a bump on his cheek by moving his tongue in his mouth, then without hesitation, spat into his own. His sticky saliva smeared across his tongue and Kishiar trembled as he clenched his hands, unsure what to do with them.

"You have a choice," Yuder said, looking at him tenderly. "You can swallow, or you can spit on yourself again."

Both options were equally tempting and humiliating, but Kishiar chose the former without hesitation. Under Yuder's gaze, he closed his mouth and swallowed. He didn't take his eyes off Yuder as he swallowed; Yuder's saliva mingled with his own and disappeared into him. Satisfied, he licked his lips before opening his mouth to signal there was nothing left.

“Oh,” his lover sighed warmly. “Do you want to kiss me that much?”

“Waf,” he replied, jerking his head before rubbing his face against his palms.

“If you’re good,” he said playfully. “Then maybe I’ll kiss you.”

He’ll be good, the best dog in the world. No dog has ever been so good before him.

“Now, on your back.”

And with that, he forced him back. Kishiar closed his eyes as he landed on the mattress. The top of his head was very close to the edge, and he moved on his elbows to get closer to the middle. Facing him, Yuder spread his thighs to push himself inside them. He scratched his skin with his nails, leaving long, red marks that burned. Kishiar bit his lip as he tensed, unwilling to take his eyes off him.

Finally, Yuder straddled him. He sat down on his cock, mixing saliva, cum, and slick together. His dick was much hotter than his body, and they both shuddered as they made contact.

Kishiar grabbed his assistant's thighs while the latter placed his hands on his chest, sliding back and forth slowly and languidly.

"Do you like that, Commander?"

Kishiar moaned when their cocks touched for a moment, then nodded vigorously.

"Are you going to come like that?"

This time, he shook his head to say no. He didn't want to come like this. A glint appeared in Yuder's eyes and he stopped.

"Is this because you want to come inside me?" He asked teasingly. "Do you want to impregnate me? Brand me like a dog would mark its territory?"

Kishiar felt himself turning even redder than he was. He wanted to answer, but Yuder stopped him.

"You want to see me huge, filled with your sperm and your children while I stay quietly in your bed without putting myself in danger?" He said, resuming his pacing and emphasizing each word in the same rhythm as his movements.

Kishiar squeezed his thighs tighter, moaning. His head was thrown back and his eyes were closed so tightly that white spots appeared. In his head, the image of his pregnant assistant was spinning. Completely naked or dressed in his clothes, in his bed or on top of him, he wore a delighted smile as his penis slid into him with such ease. His face was covered in sweat, red from the effort, and he held back his moans by putting his hand over his mouth. Kishiar was obviously stopping him; he wanted to hear everything, to devour him until not a single crumb remained.

"Ha!" Yuder exclaimed, making him reopen his eyes. "You really are a pervert, Commander! All you need now is a leash and a collar to complete your outfit!"

Kishiar shuddered and realized he'd started pulling Yuder toward him, assisting him move back and forth.

"I could take you for a walk," he continued, breathing heavily. "What do you think? I'll keep you on a leash. You'll be naked, walking on all fours with your tongue lolling and your hard cock, while we wander through the training grounds."

Kishiar let out a stifled sob as he imagined the scene. Duke of Peletta, former prince and heir to the kingdom, displaying his perversion for all to see. Before the eyes of his subordinates and enemies alike, a spectacle of depravity and atypical fetishes. A complete humiliation at Yuder's hands.

"Ghng!"

His dick was so hard and leaking so much that he felt like it was going to explode. But he didn't want to come like that; he wanted to end inside his assistant.

"So the idea of ​​ravaging me while I'm pregnant is more exciting than having you humiliated?" Yuder said as if talking to himself. "Very well, in that case, I will grant your wishes."

And with that, he straightened up. Kishiar watched him grip his penis and guide it between his buttocks, just below his hole. He swallowed; his lover's cold hand seemed small against his shaft. He saw Yuder moisten his lips, frowning, then he began to slowly lower himself. The tip of his head touched his hole, and a wave of slickness flowed out to aid the penetration. Kishiar shuddered, his eyes glassy. His whole body was shaking. This wasn't his first time, and yet it felt like it.

His head stretched the skin of his hole and began to slide inside very slowly. Kishiar dug his nails into Yuder's thighs, moaning with his mouth wide open. Despite the burning in his eyes, he kept them wide open so as not to miss a single moment of the scene.

Little by little, his cock disappeared inside Yuder. His legs were shaking, his breathing was ragged, his eyes were closed and his brows furrowed. He was focused on his task. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Yuder reached the base of his penis.

"Commander," he said breathlessly. "Look, your penis is inside me."

Yuder placed both hands on his stomach, cupping the bulge his shaft was creating inside. Kishiar's eyes widened as he watched. He choked on saliva, eyes rolling back as Yuder pressed down.

"So big, it fills me completely," he continued, laughing strangely. "I feel like I'm going to explode."

His hands began caressing the length of the shape, and Kishiar watched, mesmerized. He couldn't take his eyes off the captivating spectacle. The scene seemed inconceivable, even unrealistic. His lover would never act like this in real life, even if he was more straightforward during his heat; what was happening now was something else entirely.

"It's almost like you got me pregnant, don't you think?"

Once again, Kishiar's thoughts dissipated at the sound of his voice. Instead, images of a pregnant Yuder came rushing back, and he arched his back with a plaintive moan. He wanted to get him pregnant so badly. The idea had been burning in him since they'd first slept together and was only growing stronger with each passing moment.

"Commander."

Yuder's voice sounded distant; he felt as if he were underwater, sinking deeper and deeper.

"Commander, come back to me."

Yuder was on top of him, straddling him. His hard cock pulsing furiously inside him.

"Oh, my little dog," he said pityingly. "Were you imagining me pregnant?"

Confused, Kishiar nodded belatedly. He was burning.

"In that case, get to work, Commander," he ordered, tensing his muscles to squeeze his cock.

Kishiar bucked his hips in pleasure, before forcibly stilling himself, looking at his assistant with fearful eyes. But the assistant simply smiled and undulated, earning sighs of satisfaction from both of them.

"It's all right, Commander, you're still a good dog," he added. "It's a shame I don't have a leash to lead you on. I could have simply pulled you forward instead of telling you."

Kishiar stared at him with burning eyes before pushing himself up onto his elbows, observing his reaction. Yuder simply nodded and let himself fall backward when he fully stood up. Kishiar caught him just in time to prevent a violent fall, gently setting him down before placing his legs on his shoulders. Their positions now reversed, Kishiar could now easily watch as his penis disappeared into the wet hole that was continuously producing slick. Their thighs, testicles, and pubic area were covered in it and smelled strongly of Yuder's scent.

"It's because I'm turned on by my dog," Yuder explained, sliding his fingers along his penis, then his testicles before stretching his buttocks. "Do you like it?"

Kishiar swallowed. He almost spoke, then quickly remembered he was an animal and barked.

"Good dog," Yuder praised. "Now fuck me hard."

Without waiting a second, he complied. He started cautiously at first, as if unsure of what he was doing. He moved his hips back as he watched his red penis emerge, but without fully exiting; he didn't want to leave the warm hole he was in. Then, when only his head was left inside, he moved forward. Sliding languidly along the walls.

Yuder was breathing heavily with his eyes closed, and Kishiar looked at him, nibbling on his lips. He needed his assistant to open his eyes. He wanted to hold his hands and kiss him tenderly.

Yuder opened his eyelids and smiled at him.

"Only if you behave."

"Woof!" Kishiar barked. He knew it, but he wanted it so badly.

He decided to accelerate the pace to think about something else. He tightened his grip on his lover's ankles and placed them on one of his shoulders to facilitate the movements. He lifted Yuder's body slightly and began to thrust again, but this time faster, more violently.

He could hear the sound of his balls slapping against Yuder's ass as their breathing grew louder. Kishiar threw his head back, narrowing his eyes. Yuder's hole was so hot and wet, his pace quickened a little more as he began to moan. His back stiffened and his toes twitched, a trickle of drool escaped his mouth, and he could feel his movements getting messy.

"Are you going to come?" Yuder whispered, as if he were right next to his ear.

Kishiar felt his entire body shudder as he lurched forward, barely holding himself back from falling. He wanted to bark in response, but instead mumbled incomprehensible sounds while drooling.

His eyes were still closed, and his brows were furrowed, he simply sank into what was in front of him, into what felt good. He chased the pleasure that seeped into his skin without thinking. His face was red, his body burned, he felt like he was going to explode. His movements became frantic and desperate, and his mouth wide open, let out a string of moans that seemed to go on endlessly. He felt like he was melting, his heart was beating a hundred miles an hour and he wanted it to go on and on without stopping, without ever stopping.

Kishiar opened his eyes. He couldn't see anything; his vision was blurred by the tears that were pooling before running down his cheeks. He looked down and saw Yuder's blurred face. He was looking at him tenderly—amused—tenderly. His lips parted, and he felt his body tense violently at his words.

"Fill me, Commander. Fill me with your cum."

His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he abruptly orgasmed. Stars appeared before his eyes, while his mouth wide open, let no sound out. He was leaning forward, bending his lover's legs in a odd position as his hips chased even more pleasure. He could feel his cock rubbing against his cum as he shuddered with pleasure. He felt as if his body and mind were two separate things that were no longer working together.

"Ah, ah, ah," he cried in a hoarse, jerky voice as the pleasure exceeded what was pleasurable.

His penis hadn't had time to soften after his ejaculation, but he was the one fucking Yuder and not stopping even though it burned. He was the one continuing to force his cock into his assistant's hot, wet hole. Trying to go deeper and deeper as if he wanted to get stuck there. He was the one with his face covered in fluid and moaning and sobbing as he felt his second orgasm approach.

Kishiar moaned loudly as he felt his knot begin to form. His hip thrusts becoming more complicated as his penis slipped in less easily and he forced his way in frantically. He wanted to come inside Yuder, he craved to cum inside him to make him pregnant.

He tried to hold back a moan, but failed miserably when his knot formed and he ejaculated in an orgasm far more violent than the last. His vision darkened as he emptied himself, flooding a ton of cum into what he wished was his lover's womb. He felt Yuder's ass contract around him, squeezing his knot painfully as if he wanted to drain him to the last drop. His entire body was seized by nervous twitches and spasms, jerking randomly while his heart pounded. He felt as if he'd run a marathon; his face burned, his breathing was ragged, and he couldn't calm down. Unable to hold himself back any longer, he fell miserably onto Yuder. Bending his legs and placing his feet at the same level as their heads in an unpleasant position. He tried getting up, but Yuder's arms wrapped around his head and his hands rubbed his soaked hair.

"Good dog, Commander, the best dog in the world," he said, breathing in his ear.

Kishiar felt the warm breath and moist lips slide against his skin and he flinched. His knot was still huge and far from finished, and yet, he wanted to go back.

"I have to give you your reward, don't I?" Yuder continued, squeezing his earlobe between his fingers. "But you were so good, I'm not sure a kiss will be enough."

Kishiar leaned his head into Yuder's neck. He wanted to bite him, to mark him, he craved more, to never stop.

"What you love the most... It's me, isn't it?"

Kishiar nodded, then after a second, he barked. His voice was hoarse from using it so much, but he hadn't realized it, his head was somewhere else.

"In that case, your reward should be me, am I right?" He added with a smile in his voice.

Kishiar wanted to look at him to understand what he was talking about, but he was aggressively pushed back by Yuder's feet. Without really knowing how, his knot had disappeared, and he slipped out of his lover. He caught himself on his elbows before falling and stared at him with a bewildered look.

Yuder simply stood in front of him with his legs spread. Leaving his hole open for all to see, from which a mass of sperm was leaking. Kishiar's heart leaped out of his chest as his conscience screamed at him that what he was witnessing was a waste and he would never get pregnant if it all leaked out.

But before he could do anything, Yuder ran his hand through his hair and was overcome by yet another feeling of being out of place. Yuder didn't do that.

Yuder didn't act like that.

Yuder looked at him and smiled.

Yuder didn't smile like that.

He wanted to open his mouth to speak, but only a gasp of surprise escaped his lips as he fell backward. Yuder examined him fall before disappearing completely as his vision darkened.

His body was covered in sweat, and he jumped when he touched something soft. Startled, he quickly opened his eyes to find himself staring at the ceiling of his room in the cavalry headquarters. The sun was setting, and he could hear the voices of the members completing their training.

His breathing was labored, his vision blurred, and his entire body burned. He wanted to get up, but his legs rubbed together and he felt a hot, sticky liquid spread over his legs, sticking the fabric and skin together. He blushed, ashamed of what had happened, then remembered what had taken place earlier. He quickly tilted his head to the side to look at the chair at the foot of his bed, but found nothing. Neither chair nor assistant.

Confused, he hesitantly sat up. Concealing his lower body a little more with the sheet, and belatedly noticed that his forehead was covered with a damp cloth. The cloth, which had certainly been there to cool him, was now warm and he picked it up and place it away.

Kishiar took a deep breath to calm himself. His head was spinning all over the place, and he was having trouble getting it in order. He was so lost that he didn't even notice the presence approaching him quickly. It wasn't until the door opened wide and Nathan's worried face appeared that he came to.

"Your Grace, you're awake!" He said, striding closer as his facial features returned to neutral. "How are you feeling?"

Kishiar raised his hand to appease him and urged him not to come too close. Even though he had every confidence in Nathan, his situation was shameful, and he preferred to delay the matter to understand what was happening to him. In his head, Yuder's voice whispering in his ear while spitting in his mouth returned, and he began to blush.

"Your Grace-

"Nathan, remind me of the last events that happened just before I… Lost consciousness and woke up," he said, interrupting him.

He knew he was flushed. He could feel his face getting hot. And while he would usually use magic to hide it, he wasn't sure it was a good idea at the moment.

Nathan stiffened and crossed his arms behind his back. Then opened his mouth and began to recount the events. He recounted his day, starting with his morning and then getting to the heart of the matter. A mission to monitor and capture a band of mercenaries consisting of over a hundred members. From the plan and their separations of the cavalry to cover more ground. The report of a wounded member he had protected, and his battle with the mercenaries until the arrival of his assistant.

And then finally, his fainting due to the powers of an awakener.

"Commander, you're awake!" Exclaimed the deputy from Jung Division joyfully upon seeing him arrive.

Kishiar smiled at him, adjusting the collar of his white uniform that contrasted against the dark basement walls.

"Yes, I'm awake. Did everything go well while I was gone?" He asked, glancing at the door behind the young woman.

"Yes, everything went well," replied Kanna with a nervous laugh. "Thanks to Yuder, we were able to apprehend the last mercenaries and transport you to safety."

Kishiar gave her a sorry look.

"I imagine seeing me unconscious must have caused you some trouble."

"A little, but it was more fear than harm." She paused, observing him up and down. "Are you all right? The awakener's power..."

"Everything's fine," Kishiar replied with a smile, but didn't go any further.

Kanna was about to speak, but the wooden door opened, capturing their attention. Dressed in his uniform, Yuder stepped out, and his eyes widened when he saw him.

"Commander, you're awake."

The words were exactly the same that Kanna had said, yet Kishiar blinked when he heard his name leave his lips. The pronunciation was so different from the one in his dream that he had to pull himself together to refocus and keep himself steady. He nodded belatedly and cleared his throat to hide his embarrassment.

"Nathan briefed me on the situation, thank you for your work, Yuder."

"It's my duty, Commander."

Kishiar gestured his hand in thanks nonetheless, then turned toward the door.

"I take it our famous awakener is in this room?"

His two subordinates nodded.

"Yes, but if you want to see him, I advise you to come back later." Warned Kanna.

"And why?" Kishiar asked, looking at her.

The young woman nervously stroked her hair.

"Because he's unconscious," Yuder answered for her.

"Oh?"

Kishiar looked at him and his assistant extended his hands to present them to him. Unable to help it, his gaze fell on his gloves, and he remembered their taste. That bitter taste that had spread through his mouth when his fingers pressed against his tongue. Kishiar swallowed and cleared his throat, looking away.

Kanna gave him a curious look, and Yuder made his gloves disappear behind his back.

"As you can see from the blood on my hands," he continued. "I slightly… Let myself go. On that mercenary."

Kishiar hadn't noticed at all that there were traces of blood on Yuder's gloves, and he felt ashamed of himself for not behaving properly. That dream, that Awakener power, was playing over and over in his head and he couldn't forget it.

“But Yuder did his job!” Kanna said, coming to her friend’s rescue, thinking the commander’s silence was a bad omen. “We’ve gathered all the necessary informations. Whether it’s about their plan, their group or the power that put you to sleep!”

“I don’t doubt it,” Kishiar replied, trying to concentrate. “I know I can count on my assistant.”

He tried to look at Yuder in the eye, but quickly averted his gaze to observe the wall behind him.

“The power that affected you is a cross between a dream, an illusion, and hypnosis—we haven’t defined the exact term yet,” Yuder informed him.

“Oh. All that?” He asked, trying to keep his voice neutral.

Yuder nodded before continuing.

“According to the mercenary, his power activates automatically when he touches someone, even if he doesn't want to. He doesn't need to touch them for long; a second is enough. And depending on the length of the touch, the victim will sleep for a shorter or longer period. Once the action is done, his victims pass out and sink into a sleep similar to a light coma. They can't move, can't respond, but they can feel painful stimuli and sometimes hear voices coming from outside.”

“I see,” he replied, stroking his chin with his fingers.

He didn't feel like he'd experienced anything painful during his dream, but at the same time, a lot had happened. As for the voices… Maybe Yuder calling him?

“As for his power,” Kanna continued, seeing him think. “It's even more complicated. The victim is immersed in a dream based on their memories, and more specifically, about someone or something that evokes intense feelings. The hypnosis begins, and the victim finds themselves acting in a completely different way than usual, aided by the memories that push them to act differently.”

“So,” Kishiar began, frowning. “Is the sequence of dreams random? Just something impossible compared to real life?”

Yuder shook his head from side to side.

“No. According to the mercenary, all the victims had dreams with a similar theme but not completely impossible either.”

Kishiar smiled to hide his discomfort.

“So, you know what happened to me?”

Although his voice was hoarser than usual, none of his subordinates even mentioned it.

"No, well, not entirely. According to the mercenary, the theme is similar for all the victims. But no two people have the same dream, as everyone remain an individual with their own experiences. Serving the same dish to several persons, even if it's very good, won't satisfy them all. Some people don't enjoy the sauce, others prefer fish, and some just weren't hungry."

Kishiar nodded at Kanna with a smile.

"I see, then what's the recurring theme?"

Kanna and Yuder exchanged a hidden glance, and Kanna quickly shook her head in refusal, looking embarrassed. Yuder sighed, then looked at him.

"The theme, or primary source of the dreams, is 'Guilty Pleasure.'"

"Oh."