good boy

Chapter 3

From where she’s sitting, Lumine nudges backward just enough to make space for Ajax’s poking bulge. He holds his breath as she undoes his belt and slowly, oh so tantalizingly slowly, unzips his pants. His cock throbs when her finger traces the outline of his length through his underwear.

“Relax,” Lumine says, placing a hand on his thigh.

Ajax exhales, doing as she says, only noticing now how stiff and clenched his entire body was in anticipation.

Lumine pulls on the waistband of his underwear and exposes only the head, slick with precum. Ajax holds his breath again. The pain in his lower abdomen feels like it is going to explode.

Lumine lays a finger on the head and spreads the precum all over, eliciting a wanton whine from Ajax. Just a single touch of her finger has him wanting more and more, and he is getting impatient.

“More?” Lumine asks.

Ajax nods desperately.

“Say ‘please’, and I will,” she says.

Without thinking, Ajax replies, “Please, Princess. I want more.”

Lumine beams widely. Ajax takes note of it, of her pleased face, no longer cold and unfeeling, and he much likes it this way.

“Good boy,” she says.

Ajax likes it like this, too.

Lumine pulls on the waistband again, this time revealing his entire length, and oh, the air feels cold on his exposed, throbbing cock. When she wraps her fingers around the base, Ajax closes his eyes and leans his head back on the sofa in blind pleasure. Nothing has ever felt so good than a beautiful woman’s hand on his cock, slowly pumping up and down his length, and every movement has him moaning and whining and gods, if she doesn’t stop, he’ll—

A jolt of pleasure courses through his body all at once. When Ajax opens his eyes again, he sees Lumine’s face, blank and cold again. Then he looks down where her hand and his cock is.

Oh. He came.

Ajax is inexperienced, yes, but even he knows that finishing this fast is considered embarrassing. Sure enough, his face gets hotter at the realization.

“I am so sorry, Princess, I didn’t mean—” Ajax starts, but is interrupted by Lumine’s cum-stained hand inches away from his face.

“Clean up your mess,” she says in a deadpan voice.

Unsure what to do, Ajax leans in to her hand and gives a tentative lick to one of her stained fingers. It has a salty, albeit bitter, aftertaste, one that he had not expected. Not that he had any expectations of what his own cum tasted like.

He licks again, this time along the expanse of her palm, making sure there are no traces of him on her skin. Then her fingers. Ajax takes her hand and brings a finger to his mouth, sucking it clean. Then another finger, and another. He glances at Lumine and sees a slight warm flush on her face. He wonders if it feels good for her, too. Ajax turns her hand around and cleans the back of her hand with his mouth until it is all damp but clean.

Lumine takes her hand back from him and examines it. Satisfied, she smiles again—and oh, how Ajax loves her smile—and says, “Good boy.”

Yes, he is a good boy, indeed.

Those two words from her mouth have him throbbing hard again. Lumine seems to notice it, still a smile on her face. Ajax does not know what to do. He does not know what comes next. His father had talked to him about the birds and the bees, yes, and he also specified how important it was to ask first. But how? Should Ajax just say, ‘can I put it in’? Or, ‘can I please put it in, Princess’? Oh, but that does not sound right at all.

Lumine must have noticed his inner turmoil. She lays a hand on his thigh again and says, “Don’t worry. I promised I will take care of you, didn’t I?”

Ajax swallows. “Y-yes, Princess.”

His heart races again in anticipation. It is finally happening!

However, Lumine must have something else in mind. Instead of taking off her own garments, she kneels down on the floor.

“Princess, what are you—” Ajax starts, but is again interrupted by Lumine unceremoniously spreading his legs. She taps on his thigh and gestures for him to come closer. Ajax does as his told, puzzled but thrilled about what’s coming.

Lumine levels her head down to his cock, now pulsing even more with how close she is to him. She takes hold at the base, steadying it, then gives a small lick, swirling her tongue around the tip. A jolt of pleasure rushes through him again, this time, much less powerful than an orgasm, but still feels so, so good. Another lick, his entire length this time. Every touch has him wanting to erupt again, but Ajax will focus and make this last, however he can.

If a mere lick has him wanting to come again, then Lumine closing her soft lips around his cock has him wanting to come even more. Lucky for Ajax, Lumine takes it slowly, very slowly, taking his entire length in her mouth and staying still. It is so good. It feels so, so good. Ajax clenches his muscles, trying really hard to focus when a beautiful woman has her warm, wet mouth on his hard cock.

Lumine swallows around him and Ajax can feel it, feel her throat muscles contract around the tip of his dick and it feels absolutely divine. She moves up and down his length, still very slowly, to which he is very grateful. She takes him so well, and it is all he can do to grab a fistful of her hair and fuck her mouth till he comes.

But, of course, that is no way to treat a Princess.

Ajax lets her do as she pleases at her own pace. He feels her tongue dragging down his length as she takes him in and out of her wet heat, her lips closed around him and gripping him tight. The pain in his abdomen is rising again, and he knows he is close.

Just then, Lumine takes him out of her mouth with a pop. She spreads his legs even more, pulling him right to the very edge of the sofa. She grasps him again, but this time, Lumine dips her head lower until Ajax can only see the back of her head. She starts pumping him again, and then there it is. A lick down there—Ajax does not know where, but it is the space before his asshole—and a warm, prickly jolt rushes through him. Lumine licks on the soft skin while jerking off his cock, and Ajax knows one thing for sure, the pressure in his abdomen building up, up, up.

“Princess, I’m going to come,” he says, panting.

In one swift motion, Lumine takes him in her mouth again, this time sucking him fast and hard, and Ajax lets go of his release, and Lumine takes it, takes every drop of it in her mouth, sucking him dry. Then, she is straddling him again, and kissing him with tongue, and Ajax feels something salty and bitter in his mouth and instinctively swallows.

“Good boy,” she says again with a smile.

Oh, what Ajax would give to see her smiling all the time. What he would give to please her, make her feel as he felt, give her a thousand orgasms, if that’s what it takes.

As if reading his mind, Lumine sits beside him and points to the floor, the space between her legs.

“Kneel,” she says.

Ajax follows suit and Lumine praises him again with his two new favourite words: “Good boy.” She spreads her legs and gestures in between the spot veiled by her dress skirt. Ajax bunches up her skirt to her waist, revealing her undergarments. His breath hitches at the sight; he feels himself getting hard again, but ignores it in favour of pleasing the Princess this time around.

Without a word, Ajax tugs down her panties, Lumine’s ass raising to help him take it off. As she hoists herself up, he catches a whiff of her scent and it sets off something primal in him. He has not a clue on what to do, really, but his instincts tell him to get closer to that scent, closer to her and just… consume.

So, he does.

Ajax dips his head lower to her sex and studies her up close. The scent is stronger now. Her glistening cunt looks perfect. Though he hasn’t seen one before, but he is sure it is. He gives it a kiss, getting a taste of her juices.

“Go on,” the Princess says. “What are you waiting for?”

Ajax takes in a deep breath, taking all of her in, and then he gives her a lick. Again and again, lapping up all her juices and cleaning her cunt away. But the juices keep coming and so he starts sucking, pretending to know what he’s doing, until Lumine grabs him by the hair and yanks him to a spot just above her pussy. There’s a small bundle of flesh there, and Ajax can see it is pulsing away, eager for his attention. He gives it his all, closing his lips around the flesh, sucking and pressing his tongue on the bud, careful not to let his teeth graze on her skin. Lumine’s thighs press against his head, his legs wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. Her fingers’ grasp on his hair tightens, the sting of his scalp being pulled sending shivers down his spine.

While he works his tongue on Lumine, Ajax reaches down between his legs, attending to his own greedy cock. Not even a second lasts and Lumine abruptly tears his head away from her legs. He looks up at her, wet mouth hanging open.

“Did I tell you to touch yourself?” she says with a stern voice.

“No, Princess,” he says.

Ajax does as he’s told, taking his hand away from himself. Lumine reaches for it and he lets her guide his hand to her wet pussy, her other hand pulling his head back to work at her.

“Use those fingers on me,” Lumine says. Ajax follows; a finger traces the shape of her lips, seeking the entrance, his mouth continuing its necessary work. At last, he finds it—it was lower than he thought—and he slips his finger into the warm hole. Lumine’s breath hitches at both his finger and mouth pressing into her, then she gasps aloud when Ajax fits another finger in, her cunt so wet it lets it slip easily.

His instincts tell him to pump his fingers in and out of her, but Lumine’s hand stops him.

“Crook your fingers up,” she says, and he follows, eliciting a whine from the Princess. “Oh, yes, just like that, Ajax. So good. Such a good boy for me.”

Exhilarated by her praises, Ajax keeps it up, sucking and licking and fingering her until he feels her thighs closing around him even more, squeezing his head tight until he can’t breathe and Lumine’s moans turn into short, quick gasps, ascending to a final crescendo, calling out his name, “Ajax—”.

Hearing his name like this has never felt so good.

Lumine pulls his head away, and Ajax can see her face again, her mouth half-open and cheeks flushed. She grabs him by the collar, pulling him up and onto herself, kissing him, licking her juices around his mouth.

“Good boy,” she says again.

Ajax swallows, taking in the sight of the Abyss Princess Lumine before her, eyes half-lidded and short blonde hair disheveled. She still looks beautiful like this, and for a moment Ajax wonders if anyone else has seen her like this. If anyone else had made her feel good like this, like he did.

He does not know if he wants to find out the answer.

Instead of lingering on his thoughts, Ajax leans in to kiss her again, yearning to devour and consume all of her. His hands move, too, fingers grazing along her arms, tough with toned muscle, down to her waist, up to her…

Ajax hesitates.

Lumine pulls away from the kiss. “What is the matter?”

Ajax stares at her chest. He has not seen all of her—not yet, anyway—and he can’t help but feel giddy in anticipation. But to ask of her, to ask her if he can see, can touch—it feels juvenile to him. His fingers had already been inside her; why did he feel embarrassed at the idea of asking to touch her breasts? It felt off-limits, somehow, like a sacred thing that must be offered first, and not crudely asked for.

Luckily for him, Lumine seems to read his mind. That has been happening a lot lately.

The Princess takes his hand from her waist and guides it to her clothed chest. Then, she squeezes, and his fingers squeeze, too, and Ajax does not know why he did not expect it to be this soft. He squeezes again, this time without her guidance, and he brings his other hand to squeeze the other side. Squeeze, squeeze.

Lumine chuckles. “Is this entertaining to you?”

She does not wait for an answer; she reaches behind her neck and unclasps the straps of her dress, the top part falling down, revealing her bare breasts. Ajax salivates at the sight of them, at the sight of her pert nipples.

“Go on,” Lumine says.

Without hesitation, Ajax dips his head toward her tits and closes his lips around her nipple. Lumine gasps at the touch, encouraging him to go on, and he does, sucking and dragging his tongue around it, and then, he takes it all in his mouth, or as much as he can take in—her breasts are too full to fit in his mouth, but he likes it all the same. He devours her, and Lumine sighs contentedly, running her fingers through his hair and petting him.

“Do you like this?” she asks.

Ajax hums in affirmation, not taking his mouth off her skin.

“Do you like being taken care of? Not thinking about anything else?” she asks.

He nods and hums again, this time switching to attend to the other breast. She absently pets his hair.

“Do you enjoy obeying me? Doing as I say?” she asks.

Somewhere, in the distant recesses of his brain, a thought emerges. Ajax should not be doing this. He should focus, re-align himself, and realise what is happening. But the thought is too far away for him to reach; all he cares about is the now, what is in front of him, and nothing else. Like his entire observable universe has narrowed down into the Princess, and only her, and his fate thus far—falling into the Abyss, wielding the Foul Legacy, being recruited into the Fatui, becoming a Harbinger—all this has led him to this moment, and it feels… right. Somehow.

And so Ajax does not question it. He nods and hums, comforted by the Princess’s fingers running through his hair. He is here. He is safe.

“Good boy,” she says.

He nods and hums.

“In fact, since you’ve been such a good boy, doing everything I say, I think you deserve a reward,” she says.

Ajax perks up at her words. He pulls away from her chest and looks up at her.

“Really?” he asks.

“Mm-hmm,” she nods. “Why don’t you sit beside me?”

He does as asked. Lumine shifts her position, straddling him again. She caresses his cheek, and Ajax leans into her warm hand.

“I am sure you have been waiting for this moment, haven’t you?”

He nods into her hand.

“Good,” she says.

Lumine takes his dick and pumps slowly, and Ajax groans as he feels the blood rush downward again, his cock getting hard from her touch. She lifts herself and hovers over his cock, and oh, Ajax can almost feel it, almost feel her wet pussy on the tip, and he has to resist the urge to buck his hips upward and get it over with already. He resists; he has too much respect for the Princess to defile her like that. Instead, he waits for her to do it, to lower himself and get him inside her.

But she doesn’t.

Lumine lowers her head to his ear, her cunt still hovering over his cock. “I need you to do one thing for me first,” she says. “Will you do it, Ajax?” Her voice sounds so soft and sweet in his ear. He could listen to her talk for hours and not get tired.

Ajax nods and hums.

“Promise me,” she says, “to last for five minutes.”

Is that it? Ajax almost laughs but stops himself. Five minutes is not a long time. He nods, “I can do it.”

Lumine smiles. “And if you do, I’ll give you a nice reward.” She pauses, then continues, “I’ll give you my blood.”

He nods repeatedly. “I’ll do it. I can do it.” He adds, “Please, Princess.”

“Good,” she says, and this is it—she lowers himself on him, and slowly, oh, Ajax savours the moment, sears it into his memory as he enters her, and it is so much better than he imagined. He fits snugly inside her, a perfectly tight fit, and it is all he can do to sigh contentedly, holding on to Lumine’s waist as she moves down, down, down, until her hips are on his. She sighs, too, leaving a trail of kisses along his neck and shoulders. It feels good, so good, and Lumine hasn’t even started moving yet, and Ajax abruptly remembers his promise to fulfill and it takes all his willpower not to explode right then and there. He takes deep, measured breaths to calm himself, but not too calm as to take away the excitement.

They settle into the moment, Lumine holding on to his shoulders and Ajax clinging to her waist. He wants nothing more than to freeze time, right then and there, and stay in this moment forever.

Lumine, however, has other ideas. She moves, riding him, slowly at first, and Ajax enjoys the sensation of her walls hugging her length. The slow pace helps him focus while enjoying the moment. This is perfect.

And then Lumine picks up the pace, and Ajax gasps at the speed. Not only that, he also feels her tightening around him even more, as if she is squeezing him for all its worth. His breath keeps up with hers, both gasping and huffing, and Ajax does not know how long has it been already. Surely, five minutes have already come and gone?

“Good boy,” she says, panting. “Just three more minutes.”

What?

“I know you can do it,” she says. Her hands make their way to his hair, petting and running her fingers through the copper strands. “Do it for me, Ajax. I know you can.” She repeats the words, encouraging him, whilst not slowing down in her motions at all.

Ajax nods and hums, wanting to obey, to do as she says so badly, even if the dull pain down there is turning sharper and sharper every second.

“I can do it,” he says. “I’ll do it for you, Princess.”

He waits to hear it, those two words again, to affirm that yes, he can do it, he’s a good boy, and he knows it’s true because she said it.

But he does not hear it. And now, he knows, he will have to work to hear it again, and he does his best to fulfill his promise.

“One more minute,” Lumine says. “You’re doing so well, my darling. Just a little bit more, and I’ll give you everything you want.”

He nods and hums, and to distract himself from the cord in his abdomen threatening to snap, he pays attention to Lumine’s tits, counting down the seconds till his release. Lumine’s arms wrap around his back, holding him close.

“Just a bit more,” she says.

In Ajax’s head, there’s only five seconds left.

“Yes, Ajax, just a little bit more.”

Three, two, one. Time’s up.

The Princess says nothing. Doesn’t give the go-signal. She rides him still, and Ajax wonders if she lost the count or she forgot, but no, she wouldn’t do that. Not deliberately, anyway. Surely.

Ten seconds pass, and Ajax is about to pass out when Lumine slows down.

“Not yet,” she says. “Do one last thing for me.”

Lumine conjures a dagger again out of thin air and makes a horizontal slice across her forearm. Blood spills out of it, and instinctively Ajax seizes her arm and drinks up.

Let it out, a voice says in his head. Show me what you’re made of.

Ajax knows by now: it is her. He does as he is told. It is easier this time, more in his control, when he transforms into his Foul Legacy, his cock still inside her as he stretches her out with his length. The transformation is much less painful this time, too, as if her blood, or whatever was in it, had helped make the process easier, more fluid. Lumine cries out in pleasure, and Ajax is simply amazed at how he hasn’t completely torn through her yet. Until he notices it, and he realizes it wasn’t a hallucination after all.

The extra two pairs of eyes had appeared beneath her eyes again. Ajax blinks repeatedly, but they didn’t disappear. Lumine looks at him with all six of her eyes, all gold and piercing, and when she smiles, he finds her teeth all sharp and predatory.

“I’m just like you, Ajax, don’t you see?” she says, her voice no longer soft and sweet but distorted and monstrous.

Just like him.

In the reflection of her eyes, he sees, for the first time without his mask, that he, too, had multiple eyes and sharp teeth.

Just like her.

“You were made for me,” she says. “And you are mine.”

The Abyss Princess starts moving again, riding his monstrous cock, his dick fitting so perfectly inside her monstrous cunt.

“I am yours,” Ajax says. The Abyssal blood in his veins thrums in delight. “I am all yours, Princess Lumine.”

“Good,” she says. “Mine, and no one else’s. Understand?”

He nods.

“Good,” she repeats. “I want you all mine, Ajax.”

“I am all yours—ah, please, Princess, can I please—”

Lumine nods. “You may.”

Without hesitation, Ajax grips her waist as he lets go, the tight cord finally snapping. He can’t help himself anymore but to buck his hips up into her as he comes, bursting inside, filling her up with his white hot cum. Lumine keeps up his pace, slamming her hips down to meet his, and it is so good, her walls squeezing her cock dry feels so good, and she takes it all, takes all of his cum inside her until it spills out, drips down his length.

He slows down, and she does, too. Lumine falls to his chest and Ajax can feel the rapid rhythm of both their heartbeats, each beat filling in the gaps of the other.

“Am I—” Ajax starts, but decides against it. It’s stupid, anyway, asking her this question.

But Lumine answers, “Yes, Ajax. You have done well.” Her hand reaches up to his hair. She pets him, and he sighs contentedly at her touch. He wants to hear those two words, and he knows she knows he is waiting in anticipation.

“Good boy,” she says.

His ears perk up at her words.

“Woof,” he answers.

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