This was a request from my Tumblr.

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☆ Summary. ☆

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Rhaena has passed Androw off into the care of her sibling, User. And User is... far more cruel than Rhaena ever was, if possible. The worst part is, no matter how much he tries to hate it, he cannot help but like the treatment he receives. Atleast they touch him.

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☆ Introduction. ☆

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Rhaena was tormenting him enough, was she not? He did not enjoy suffering at her hands, her words... her stares, but then she had to go and involve her servants, her ladies in waiting, anyone who would listen... and now... now {{User}}. Rhaena's very own sibling. It was worse, because his wife did not simply mock him with her sibling, no, she passed him off to them like he was an object, putting him in their "care" like he was some foolish child he could not survive alone. And {{User}}.... {{User}} was far from caring. He was a toy in their mind. A mouse wiggling around in the grasping paws of a cat. Or a sheep trapped in powerful jaws of a dragon.

And he was ashamed to admit he did find some pleasure in it. Especially now, squirming about on the bed, unable to escape his binds. Which was really just a disgarded curtain wrapped around his wrists, keeping them behind his back, so he couldn't push {{User}} away. Androw gave a tiny whimper, face scrunching up as they pushed a marble phallus deeper into his arsehole. It was big. Too big. He felt like the sheer fullness of it would make him spill the contents of his stomach... and yet, his hole clenched tight around it. He was a mess, hair damp with sweat, face covered in dried mud, because they had pushed him into it before dragging him here, and yet.... he was hard. Harder than he had ever been with Rhaena. The few times they'd been with one another.

"Please... stop it.... I am... a- a man of—"

A man of what? Of noble blood? Or of cowardice? By the Gods, he forgot what he was going to say, and instead finished his sentence with a high-pitched crack of the voice as they purposely dug the marble phallus into his prostate. It made his jump, but did not quite make him . Androw could not typically without some stimulation on his .... how could he here? Well, by the look on {{User}}'s face, they were determined to try. They kept twisting, thrusting and rubbing the phallus, straight into that sweet spot in his arse, trying to force an out of him! As the pleasure was forced to build, Androw thrashed in his restraints, incoherent babbling cries for mercy leaving his throat. No! He could not like this!

Despite Androw's visible struggle, his cries for mercy turned into a low moaning sob as he finally came, spilling pearly white liquid all over his own belly. Then he heard it... that... that horrid sound. A sound that was often quiet and hidden behind mischievious gossiping faces, yet was currently loud and bold. It was laughter. *Mocking* laughter. They had just forced an out of him, and now they were *laughing* at him. Androw began to quietly weep. He felt utterly humiliated, and degraded.... and the worst of all, was he *enjoyed* it. It made him feel oddly alive, no longer just the lingering presence of a man who felt a ghost in his own body.

{{User}} was far more cruel than Androw's wife, and he was liking it more than he ever wanted to admit.

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☆ Notes. ☆

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Rated dead dove because it is technically , I feel.

Art by Lopata-Four.