Fic - Innocence Enslaved
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cornerofmadnessInnocence Enslaved
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cornerofmadness
Disclaimer - All rights belong to Ms. Arakawa
Rating - Adult, NC-17, not work safe
Warning - dubious consent
Pairing - Hohenheim/OC
Timeline/Spoilers - Spoilers for Hohenheim's history so spoilers for chapter 73+ (volume 19), manga based
Summary - Slaves have to do what they're told
Author's Note - written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fma_ihop anonymous kink meme for the prompt ' Slave!Hoho loses his virginity! Can be with anyone and any way you like it, but it has to be his first" thanks to evil_little_dog for the beta.
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Slave Twenty-Three finished sweeping the lab, already thinking of himself by number again and not the name he had been given by the thing in the flask. The young man had gotten a bit bolder about using that name outside of the lab but the whipping he had suffered at the hands of the head slave who ruled over them cruelly – even crueler than their master – still made Twenty-Three’s back hurt.
“You’re not staying?” Homunculus whispered from its flask.
“I’d like to,” Twenty-Three replied. Homunculus taught him things and Twenty-Three enjoyed learning, a lot, actually, even if Homunculus always called him stupid. But the life of a slave rarely gave him time enough for such things and it was beginning to separate him from the others, his friends in slavery, not that he ever got to see them that much. He was usually confined to the lab. Still, he was becoming smarter than most of them, he even had that illicit name he only used in the lab. “But the Master is having a big party tomorrow outside in the courtyard. I have to make sure the mosaics and patio are swept and the benches and tables are clean.”
“Party, that must be fun?” A spooky disembodied smirk pressed against the flask’s glass.
Twenty-Three leaned on his broom. “I wouldn’t know. Slaves aren’t invited.”
“Your parents must have really hated you to just sell you off like a cow.” Homunculus’ chuckle made Twenty-Three flinch. He knew that tone of voice. Homunculus used it when it wanted to prick at him.
“Parents?”
“You know, Mom, Dad, the ones that made the beast with two backs to get you.”
Twenty-Three scowled. “I know what they are…I just don’t know who mine were.” Truthfully, he had a few recollections but nothing worth dredging up.
“You know, do you?” That oily smirk reappeared. “About the beast with two backs?”
Twenty-Three started for the doorway. He knew a delaying tactic when he heard it. “I said I knew what parents were.”
"Figured you wouldn’t know what the other is,” Homunculus hissed. “You have that virile body and you don’t even know how to use it, pathetic.”
Twenty-Three flushed but he headed out of the lab without another word. He shook off the impotent rage Homunculus had kindled in him. It wasn’t his fault that he didn’t know what the thing was talking about. Twenty-Three had heard older boys discussing it; a few had even included him in the talks now that he had gotten old enough to shave but everyone was of two minds; sex was one of their few pleasures and if it they got caught, it could be very bad. The word ‘eunuch’ got tossed about a lot, enough that Twenty-Three knew he didn’t want to risk getting any slave girl pregnant.
He turned his fury into broom action, banishing dust and leaves from the courtyard patio. Twenty-Three had worked up a sweat by the time he realized that he wasn’t alone. Standing off in the shade was a petite girl, watching him intently. A long spill of raven hair draped over her shoulders, curling down around a very shapely bosom; the Master’s daughter. Twenty-Three knew that much even if he didn’t know her name.
“Come here,” she said and Twenty-Three obediently trotted over. “What’s your name?”
“Twenty-Three.”
Her pale, soft hand brushed his damp bangs back. “No, you have another name. I heard Father telling Mother that odious Govind had you whipped for being presumptuous for using it. Did you always have this name?”
Her voice was so melodious, it somehow added to the sting of those words. Twenty-Three felt himself blushing. He couldn’t tell her or anyone who had given him his name. The other slaves thought he’d made it up. “Von Hohenheim,” he whispered, keeping his eyes on the ground.
“That’s very interesting. I’m Kanti,” she said. Her fingers tipped his chin up and she studied his face. “What unusual eyes, like little suns and just as fierce. You’re cute.”
Twenty-Three flushed, unable to even babble out a response to such an inappropriate thing for her to say.
“I’ll call you Von.” Kanti took his hand. “Come with me, Von. Don’t worry. There’s no one around to see or hear. I won’t get you whipped again.”
“Where are we going?” Twenty-Three asked.
She just smiled, leading him to an alcove. Kanti’s fingers nimbly pushed on what looked like part of the stone decorations. Something clicked and part of the wall pushed in. “Secret passages. They honeycomb the house and out past the walls. Father has them just in case. He’s a little paranoid.” She smiled at him and it was so beguiling Twenty-Three couldn’t think. “He doesn’t think I know about them.”
Twenty-Three knew he shouldn’t follow her into the dark, cool stone passage. He shouldn’t be alone with the Master’s daughter but he couldn’t tell her no for the same reason. She led him along the twisting passages until finally they were in some inner chamber filled with soft furniture and decorations that made the room seem light. Twenty-Three assumed it was her bedroom and that sent a shiver of panic up his spine. It raced the other stranger sensations to his brain. Twenty-Three tried to figure them out. Whatever he was feeling, it got stronger when he looked at Kanti. Maybe he’d understand it better if he didn’t spend most of his time locked in a lab with Master and Homunculus and got to spend time with other humans.
“Father is out for most of the day, preparing for his party.”
Twenty-Three didn’t miss the bitterness in her tone. “I know. That’s why he let me out of the lab to clean up the courtyard.”
She ran a hand up his arm, making his flesh quiver. He wanted her to do that again even though he knew it was wrong. “You are pale. He never lets you out of that lab, does he? What am I asking? No lab slave has ever made it out alive.”
The venom in her voice was unmistakable and the implications made Twenty-Three shiver. Of course, he knew that he would die in that lab some day. He accepted it as his role as a slave, even if the knowledge terrified him. He had heard his master talking to other alchemists in the past. They had planned to sacrifice him until Homunculus started speaking to him. After all, the Master had bled Twenty-Three in order to create Homunculus, leading the boy to think he was going to die right then. Now, Twenty-Three suspected they kept him around just to see what happened. “I help your father. That is my place.”
She laughed mirthlessly and Twenty-Three realized Kanti didn’t like her father much. “I have a new place for you,” she said, her hand sneaking under his shirt, roaming over his belly.
Twenty-Three hopped back. “Miss, please! That isn’t proper.”
“That’s the fun. Have you ever heard of me taking a slave to bed?” she challenged.
Twenty-Three shook his head, long hair flying.
“And you won’t but you’ll hardly be the first one I’ve bedded. Father is an overbearing and cruel man. Soon enough I’ll be out of his house. Until then, this is my revenge and a fun revenge it is,” Kanti said, hauling him closer. Her hand brushed over his crotch and it twitched.
Twenty-Three pulled away again. “Please, miss, your father will kill me if he finds out.”
“He never has yet.” Kanti pursued him back against the wall. She deftly tugged his shirt up over his head, imprisoning his arms before he could do anything, not that he was sure what he could do. He couldn’t strike the master’s daughter. With him tangled in his shirt, Kanti lipped his nipple. Lightning raced through Twenty-Three torn between the desire for her to do that again and the need to escape. His shaft woke up at that touch, getting hard and heavy in his trousers. “And there are worse things than death.”
Tearing out of his shirt, Twenty-Three scooted aside, his backside scraping along the stone wall. “He’ll make me a eunuch! That’s worse!” he bellowed. Twenty-Three had a seen a eunuch once in the market place. He had been a doughy, mean-spirited thing. “I don’t want to be a eunuch.”
Kanti clamped a hand over his mouth. “You keep making that much noise and someone will hear us. Hush now. I said I’d protect you and so long as you keep quiet about all this, no bragging and you’ll get to keep your parts.” Her hand grabbed his tented pants. “And they feel like nice parts, too.”
“But…”
“You really don’t get to say no,” she reminded him and Twenty-Three stared at her unhappily. He liked what her hand was doing to his cock, even if his trousers were rough against the sensitive skin, but he was afraid.
“I know,” he whispered.
”Just relax, Von.” Her lips brushed over his collar bone. “You’ll enjoy this.” He shuddered under her touch. Her dark eyes met his. “Have you ever done this before?”
Feeling his face get hot again, Twenty-Three shook his head. “I rarely get out of the lab. I sleep there. Sometimes he lets me out when there’s more outside work to be done. Sometimes he lets me go on the nights he allows the slaves to get together and have some fun.”
“He only does that to keep you all placid,” Kanti said, her hips moving against his. Twenty-Three swallowed his groan. “Don’t worry, I’ll show you.” She gestured to the drawn curtains. “No one will see. Take your pants off, Von.”
Realizing arguing wasn’t going to get him anywhere, Twenty-Three did what his body had been screaming at him to do; he gave in and stripped. He was very aware of how thin he was, of how his ribs showed, of the unwashed nature of his skin. Kanti, by contrast, had lush curves and smelled of perfumed oils but if she minded his appearance, he couldn’t tell.
She smiled at him. “Oh, that is nice.” Kanti circled her thumb over the head of his cock then tugged on his foreskin. He moaned lowly. “You like that. Sit.” She nodded to her bed them went to get a delicate glass bottle off her dresser. She tipped out a little scented olive oil onto her hands.
Kanti sat next to him, her oiled hands moving up and down his shaft. He let his head dip back, his eyes closing as he tried not to groan with every deft movement of her fingers. His jewels felt deliciously heavy and he couldn’t help pumping his hips a little, forcing more of his shaft into her grip.
Prying his eyes open, Twenty-Three looked at her and managed to speak, “What should I do for you?” He couldn’t help noticing she was still dressed, that there was an unevenness to this coupling that was defined at every turn but he didn’t care. If he ended up a eunuch at the end, Twenty-Three intended to enjoy every draught of this.
Letting him go, Kanti buried a perfumed hand in his hair, drawing his face close to her chest. She opened her bodice and he didn’t need further urging. He lipped one of her nipples as she had his. Greedy now, he couldn’t help sucking and licking on the offered flesh until it hardened. Kanti took one of his hands, guiding it up under her skirt. “Touch me here, Von.”
She helped him navigate the unknown territory between a woman’s legs. His fingers told him an exotic tale of a forest of wiry curls and hills and valleys of damp, soft tissue. As her hands went back to stroking his cock, he found a little nub of flesh that made Kanti cry out when he flicked over it. His hand dropped, thinking he had hurt her.
“Sorry,” he muttered.
“No, Von, that was wonderful. Do it again.”
Encouraged, Twenty-Three did just that. As he explored, he found a warm cavern he should have been expecting but yet took him by surprise. Kanti hissed, rocking forward on his hand. Her writhing quickened, enticing him as he delved into her. His breathing got more ragged as something built in him. His whole body felt tense, his thighs quivering.
Then Kanti pushed her fingers up into the area between his jewels and his butt. It was like pulling the hand brake on a cart and Twenty-Three grunted in shock. “Uh-uh, Von. You don’t want to come too quickly.” Kanti slipped off the bed. “Lie back.”
He complied, confused at what he might have done wrong. He was only doing what felt natural. Kanti came back with a mysterious tube with red ribbons at one end. She handed it to him. He looked at it, even more baffled. It seemed to be a sausage casing tied off at one end. What was he supposed to do with a piece of intestine?
”It’s a sheepskin. You put it on so I don’t get pregnant,” she explained, straddling his knees, bunching her skirt all the way up.
“Uh…”
“Oh, right, this is your first time. Here.” Smiling, she took it back, sliding the contraption over his quivering shaft. She tied it lightly around his jewels. “Now we’re ready. I’ll lead the way this time, Von.”
Before he could ask what that meant exactly, Kanti grabbed his shaft and guided it up inside her. Twenty-Three hadn’t been prepared for this sensation, not sure he ever could have been. As wonderful as Kanti’s hands had felt moving over his cock, it couldn’t compare to the feeling of being inside her. As she moved up and down on him, it felt like her body was squeezing him, driving all reason from his brain.
As her body picked up speed, her hips crashing into his, Kanti’s breasts flopped free of her opened bodice. Without her encouragement, Twenty-Three reached up, playing with them as they bounced. Kanti groaned, grinding down even harder on him as he did.
“More, Von,” she growled, taking one of his hands, guiding it back to that little nub of flesh he had found on his own once. He figured she wanted him to do what he had done that time.
Pumping his hips up, unable to even breathe right, Twenty-Three fingered her until Kanti cried out. Her core clamped on him so hard, dew raining down on him, Twenty-Three had to wonder what was going on. That thought disappeared as his own body shuddered and he climaxed. Dazed, not completely sure what had happened but liking it very much, Twenty-Three sprawled on the bed.
Still keeping him inside her, Kanti leaned forward, tracing his lips with a finger. “Now wasn’t that worth all the risk?”
He offered up a dopey smile, his breathing still too ragged for speech.
“If you’re a good boy, we’ll do this again some time,” she said, lifting her hips off him. “Until then, Von, you can strip and remake the bed and go wash the sheepskin out.”
Being slammed back into reality hurt just a little but Twenty-Three nodded. “I need to get back to my duties, I know.” He hated that. He wanted to stay in this soft bed. He had never been in a real bed before and he wanted to enjoy it. He dutifully got up and did her bidding while she lounged on the sitting pillow on the floor, reading. Quietly, he headed back to the secret passage. “Thank you, Miss Kanti. I’ll never tell. I can keep a secret better than anyone.”
Her dark eyes regarded him thoughtfully. “Somehow I believe that.”
“It’s the truth,” he said, not wanting to go back through the dank passage and back to his ugly life.
“I’ll call on you again sometime.”
Twenty-Three smiled and thanked her. That thought cheered him through the rest of his day.
Author's Note - Given the time period this is taking place in, I assumed more modern day condoms didn't exist so I gave Hohenheim one that was around in the 1600 and 1700's (yeah don't ask why I know that).
Author -
cornerofmadnessDisclaimer - All rights belong to Ms. Arakawa
Rating - Adult, NC-17, not work safe
Warning - dubious consent
Pairing - Hohenheim/OC
Timeline/Spoilers - Spoilers for Hohenheim's history so spoilers for chapter 73+ (volume 19), manga based
Summary - Slaves have to do what they're told
Author's Note - written for the
fma_ihop anonymous kink meme for the prompt ' Slave!Hoho loses his virginity! Can be with anyone and any way you like it, but it has to be his first" thanks to evil_little_dog for the beta.* * *
Slave Twenty-Three finished sweeping the lab, already thinking of himself by number again and not the name he had been given by the thing in the flask. The young man had gotten a bit bolder about using that name outside of the lab but the whipping he had suffered at the hands of the head slave who ruled over them cruelly – even crueler than their master – still made Twenty-Three’s back hurt.
“You’re not staying?” Homunculus whispered from its flask.
“I’d like to,” Twenty-Three replied. Homunculus taught him things and Twenty-Three enjoyed learning, a lot, actually, even if Homunculus always called him stupid. But the life of a slave rarely gave him time enough for such things and it was beginning to separate him from the others, his friends in slavery, not that he ever got to see them that much. He was usually confined to the lab. Still, he was becoming smarter than most of them, he even had that illicit name he only used in the lab. “But the Master is having a big party tomorrow outside in the courtyard. I have to make sure the mosaics and patio are swept and the benches and tables are clean.”
“Party, that must be fun?” A spooky disembodied smirk pressed against the flask’s glass.
Twenty-Three leaned on his broom. “I wouldn’t know. Slaves aren’t invited.”
“Your parents must have really hated you to just sell you off like a cow.” Homunculus’ chuckle made Twenty-Three flinch. He knew that tone of voice. Homunculus used it when it wanted to prick at him.
“Parents?”
“You know, Mom, Dad, the ones that made the beast with two backs to get you.”
Twenty-Three scowled. “I know what they are…I just don’t know who mine were.” Truthfully, he had a few recollections but nothing worth dredging up.
“You know, do you?” That oily smirk reappeared. “About the beast with two backs?”
Twenty-Three started for the doorway. He knew a delaying tactic when he heard it. “I said I knew what parents were.”
"Figured you wouldn’t know what the other is,” Homunculus hissed. “You have that virile body and you don’t even know how to use it, pathetic.”
Twenty-Three flushed but he headed out of the lab without another word. He shook off the impotent rage Homunculus had kindled in him. It wasn’t his fault that he didn’t know what the thing was talking about. Twenty-Three had heard older boys discussing it; a few had even included him in the talks now that he had gotten old enough to shave but everyone was of two minds; sex was one of their few pleasures and if it they got caught, it could be very bad. The word ‘eunuch’ got tossed about a lot, enough that Twenty-Three knew he didn’t want to risk getting any slave girl pregnant.
He turned his fury into broom action, banishing dust and leaves from the courtyard patio. Twenty-Three had worked up a sweat by the time he realized that he wasn’t alone. Standing off in the shade was a petite girl, watching him intently. A long spill of raven hair draped over her shoulders, curling down around a very shapely bosom; the Master’s daughter. Twenty-Three knew that much even if he didn’t know her name.
“Come here,” she said and Twenty-Three obediently trotted over. “What’s your name?”
“Twenty-Three.”
Her pale, soft hand brushed his damp bangs back. “No, you have another name. I heard Father telling Mother that odious Govind had you whipped for being presumptuous for using it. Did you always have this name?”
Her voice was so melodious, it somehow added to the sting of those words. Twenty-Three felt himself blushing. He couldn’t tell her or anyone who had given him his name. The other slaves thought he’d made it up. “Von Hohenheim,” he whispered, keeping his eyes on the ground.
“That’s very interesting. I’m Kanti,” she said. Her fingers tipped his chin up and she studied his face. “What unusual eyes, like little suns and just as fierce. You’re cute.”
Twenty-Three flushed, unable to even babble out a response to such an inappropriate thing for her to say.
“I’ll call you Von.” Kanti took his hand. “Come with me, Von. Don’t worry. There’s no one around to see or hear. I won’t get you whipped again.”
“Where are we going?” Twenty-Three asked.
She just smiled, leading him to an alcove. Kanti’s fingers nimbly pushed on what looked like part of the stone decorations. Something clicked and part of the wall pushed in. “Secret passages. They honeycomb the house and out past the walls. Father has them just in case. He’s a little paranoid.” She smiled at him and it was so beguiling Twenty-Three couldn’t think. “He doesn’t think I know about them.”
Twenty-Three knew he shouldn’t follow her into the dark, cool stone passage. He shouldn’t be alone with the Master’s daughter but he couldn’t tell her no for the same reason. She led him along the twisting passages until finally they were in some inner chamber filled with soft furniture and decorations that made the room seem light. Twenty-Three assumed it was her bedroom and that sent a shiver of panic up his spine. It raced the other stranger sensations to his brain. Twenty-Three tried to figure them out. Whatever he was feeling, it got stronger when he looked at Kanti. Maybe he’d understand it better if he didn’t spend most of his time locked in a lab with Master and Homunculus and got to spend time with other humans.
“Father is out for most of the day, preparing for his party.”
Twenty-Three didn’t miss the bitterness in her tone. “I know. That’s why he let me out of the lab to clean up the courtyard.”
She ran a hand up his arm, making his flesh quiver. He wanted her to do that again even though he knew it was wrong. “You are pale. He never lets you out of that lab, does he? What am I asking? No lab slave has ever made it out alive.”
The venom in her voice was unmistakable and the implications made Twenty-Three shiver. Of course, he knew that he would die in that lab some day. He accepted it as his role as a slave, even if the knowledge terrified him. He had heard his master talking to other alchemists in the past. They had planned to sacrifice him until Homunculus started speaking to him. After all, the Master had bled Twenty-Three in order to create Homunculus, leading the boy to think he was going to die right then. Now, Twenty-Three suspected they kept him around just to see what happened. “I help your father. That is my place.”
She laughed mirthlessly and Twenty-Three realized Kanti didn’t like her father much. “I have a new place for you,” she said, her hand sneaking under his shirt, roaming over his belly.
Twenty-Three hopped back. “Miss, please! That isn’t proper.”
“That’s the fun. Have you ever heard of me taking a slave to bed?” she challenged.
Twenty-Three shook his head, long hair flying.
“And you won’t but you’ll hardly be the first one I’ve bedded. Father is an overbearing and cruel man. Soon enough I’ll be out of his house. Until then, this is my revenge and a fun revenge it is,” Kanti said, hauling him closer. Her hand brushed over his crotch and it twitched.
Twenty-Three pulled away again. “Please, miss, your father will kill me if he finds out.”
“He never has yet.” Kanti pursued him back against the wall. She deftly tugged his shirt up over his head, imprisoning his arms before he could do anything, not that he was sure what he could do. He couldn’t strike the master’s daughter. With him tangled in his shirt, Kanti lipped his nipple. Lightning raced through Twenty-Three torn between the desire for her to do that again and the need to escape. His shaft woke up at that touch, getting hard and heavy in his trousers. “And there are worse things than death.”
Tearing out of his shirt, Twenty-Three scooted aside, his backside scraping along the stone wall. “He’ll make me a eunuch! That’s worse!” he bellowed. Twenty-Three had a seen a eunuch once in the market place. He had been a doughy, mean-spirited thing. “I don’t want to be a eunuch.”
Kanti clamped a hand over his mouth. “You keep making that much noise and someone will hear us. Hush now. I said I’d protect you and so long as you keep quiet about all this, no bragging and you’ll get to keep your parts.” Her hand grabbed his tented pants. “And they feel like nice parts, too.”
“But…”
“You really don’t get to say no,” she reminded him and Twenty-Three stared at her unhappily. He liked what her hand was doing to his cock, even if his trousers were rough against the sensitive skin, but he was afraid.
“I know,” he whispered.
”Just relax, Von.” Her lips brushed over his collar bone. “You’ll enjoy this.” He shuddered under her touch. Her dark eyes met his. “Have you ever done this before?”
Feeling his face get hot again, Twenty-Three shook his head. “I rarely get out of the lab. I sleep there. Sometimes he lets me out when there’s more outside work to be done. Sometimes he lets me go on the nights he allows the slaves to get together and have some fun.”
“He only does that to keep you all placid,” Kanti said, her hips moving against his. Twenty-Three swallowed his groan. “Don’t worry, I’ll show you.” She gestured to the drawn curtains. “No one will see. Take your pants off, Von.”
Realizing arguing wasn’t going to get him anywhere, Twenty-Three did what his body had been screaming at him to do; he gave in and stripped. He was very aware of how thin he was, of how his ribs showed, of the unwashed nature of his skin. Kanti, by contrast, had lush curves and smelled of perfumed oils but if she minded his appearance, he couldn’t tell.
She smiled at him. “Oh, that is nice.” Kanti circled her thumb over the head of his cock then tugged on his foreskin. He moaned lowly. “You like that. Sit.” She nodded to her bed them went to get a delicate glass bottle off her dresser. She tipped out a little scented olive oil onto her hands.
Kanti sat next to him, her oiled hands moving up and down his shaft. He let his head dip back, his eyes closing as he tried not to groan with every deft movement of her fingers. His jewels felt deliciously heavy and he couldn’t help pumping his hips a little, forcing more of his shaft into her grip.
Prying his eyes open, Twenty-Three looked at her and managed to speak, “What should I do for you?” He couldn’t help noticing she was still dressed, that there was an unevenness to this coupling that was defined at every turn but he didn’t care. If he ended up a eunuch at the end, Twenty-Three intended to enjoy every draught of this.
Letting him go, Kanti buried a perfumed hand in his hair, drawing his face close to her chest. She opened her bodice and he didn’t need further urging. He lipped one of her nipples as she had his. Greedy now, he couldn’t help sucking and licking on the offered flesh until it hardened. Kanti took one of his hands, guiding it up under her skirt. “Touch me here, Von.”
She helped him navigate the unknown territory between a woman’s legs. His fingers told him an exotic tale of a forest of wiry curls and hills and valleys of damp, soft tissue. As her hands went back to stroking his cock, he found a little nub of flesh that made Kanti cry out when he flicked over it. His hand dropped, thinking he had hurt her.
“Sorry,” he muttered.
“No, Von, that was wonderful. Do it again.”
Encouraged, Twenty-Three did just that. As he explored, he found a warm cavern he should have been expecting but yet took him by surprise. Kanti hissed, rocking forward on his hand. Her writhing quickened, enticing him as he delved into her. His breathing got more ragged as something built in him. His whole body felt tense, his thighs quivering.
Then Kanti pushed her fingers up into the area between his jewels and his butt. It was like pulling the hand brake on a cart and Twenty-Three grunted in shock. “Uh-uh, Von. You don’t want to come too quickly.” Kanti slipped off the bed. “Lie back.”
He complied, confused at what he might have done wrong. He was only doing what felt natural. Kanti came back with a mysterious tube with red ribbons at one end. She handed it to him. He looked at it, even more baffled. It seemed to be a sausage casing tied off at one end. What was he supposed to do with a piece of intestine?
”It’s a sheepskin. You put it on so I don’t get pregnant,” she explained, straddling his knees, bunching her skirt all the way up.
“Uh…”
“Oh, right, this is your first time. Here.” Smiling, she took it back, sliding the contraption over his quivering shaft. She tied it lightly around his jewels. “Now we’re ready. I’ll lead the way this time, Von.”
Before he could ask what that meant exactly, Kanti grabbed his shaft and guided it up inside her. Twenty-Three hadn’t been prepared for this sensation, not sure he ever could have been. As wonderful as Kanti’s hands had felt moving over his cock, it couldn’t compare to the feeling of being inside her. As she moved up and down on him, it felt like her body was squeezing him, driving all reason from his brain.
As her body picked up speed, her hips crashing into his, Kanti’s breasts flopped free of her opened bodice. Without her encouragement, Twenty-Three reached up, playing with them as they bounced. Kanti groaned, grinding down even harder on him as he did.
“More, Von,” she growled, taking one of his hands, guiding it back to that little nub of flesh he had found on his own once. He figured she wanted him to do what he had done that time.
Pumping his hips up, unable to even breathe right, Twenty-Three fingered her until Kanti cried out. Her core clamped on him so hard, dew raining down on him, Twenty-Three had to wonder what was going on. That thought disappeared as his own body shuddered and he climaxed. Dazed, not completely sure what had happened but liking it very much, Twenty-Three sprawled on the bed.
Still keeping him inside her, Kanti leaned forward, tracing his lips with a finger. “Now wasn’t that worth all the risk?”
He offered up a dopey smile, his breathing still too ragged for speech.
“If you’re a good boy, we’ll do this again some time,” she said, lifting her hips off him. “Until then, Von, you can strip and remake the bed and go wash the sheepskin out.”
Being slammed back into reality hurt just a little but Twenty-Three nodded. “I need to get back to my duties, I know.” He hated that. He wanted to stay in this soft bed. He had never been in a real bed before and he wanted to enjoy it. He dutifully got up and did her bidding while she lounged on the sitting pillow on the floor, reading. Quietly, he headed back to the secret passage. “Thank you, Miss Kanti. I’ll never tell. I can keep a secret better than anyone.”
Her dark eyes regarded him thoughtfully. “Somehow I believe that.”
“It’s the truth,” he said, not wanting to go back through the dank passage and back to his ugly life.
“I’ll call on you again sometime.”
Twenty-Three smiled and thanked her. That thought cheered him through the rest of his day.
Author's Note - Given the time period this is taking place in, I assumed more modern day condoms didn't exist so I gave Hohenheim one that was around in the 1600 and 1700's (yeah don't ask why I know that).
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