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Prompt Post Round Five

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When the time came, the newest servant of the demon king walked unaided up the hill to the great hall of Lucis.

It had once been the hall of a king: One of the old warriors from the turn of the modern era, who fought the encroaching hordes of demons that swarmed the earth like a wave. Then, being a king simply meant being strong enough to survive. The greatest of those warriors lived on to create the first noble houses, and built new halls, new towns, new cities. The old halls lay forgotten, and many of the kings who lived there lay beneath, their bones yellowing in cavernous tombs.

But not all.

Noctis shivered in his thin white robes, which did little to keep out the chill that rolled over the high, jagged hills of old Lucis, and stopped at a raised stone circle overlooking the ancient hall. There, he stepped in and held his hands to the hooks on either side, and waited patiently while the town priestess chained his wrists.

"By your sacrifice," she said, in a soft, deadened voice. "Our home is free." Noctis tried to catch her eye, but her gaze traveled past him, dropping to his feet. She knelt, and gently pulled off his useless slippers. The stone was cold under his bare feet, and slightly damp.

"Luna," he said. He wished she hadn't chained his hands so soon. "I'll be fine."

The priestess tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, and started unbuttoning the top of Noctis' robes. She laid bare the mark that had appeared on Noct's chest three weeks before, when he'd been out running with his friends and the world as he knew it had tilted out of true: A small rune, three intersecting lines followed by a dot that trailed out like an arrow. The sign of blood. It was the mark that came once every hundred years, regular as clockwork, signalling that the time had come for the town to pay its tithe.

"It isn't your fault, Luna," he said. The priestess placed a hand on his cheek, and when she finally looked at him, her eyes swam with tears.

"I'm so sorry, Noctis," she said. "I've sent you to your death."

She left him there, chained to the same circle that the demon king's last servant had been tied to, watching the sun sink over the grey horizon. He'd heard that the last servant had to be dragged to the circle in chains, and her family kept under guard in their home. That year, the harvest had failed, and night fell early for nearly a decade, heralding the approach of creatures that stalked the outskirts of the town, searching for stragglers. He figured that this time, it could go easier if the king were given a willing sacrifice.

He wasn't sure exactly how willing he was, though. As the sun disappeared beneath the crest of the farthest hill, he felt a hot spike of terror in his chest, and subtly pulled at the chains holding him to the circle. They made a terrible grinding sound, but they held, and Noct struggled to steady his breathing.

"Goodness, what's this?"

Noct jolted, and the chains clattered as a tall man, dressed like a vagabond in a grey jacket and a high ruffled collar, crunched over the loose stone of the hillside towards Noct. His hair was dark in the dim light of dusk, but there was the faintest hint of red there, like wine. His face had the definition of an older man who had grown into his looks, with a sharp jawline and soft cheekbones, and his brows were lowered in fierce concern.

"Who did this to you, my boy?" he asked. He approached the circle, and Noct fell uselessly back, hands clenching around the short length of chain.

"You should go," Noct said. "It isn't safe here."

The man smiled. "For you, certainly. Was this some... prank? Something for a stag night, perhaps?"

"What's a stag n--No," Noct said. "No, it's. It's. There's a demon. Sort of. No one's seen him in ages, unless you count people like me, but he takes someone every--hold on, don't touch that!" His voice rose, desperately high, as the man reached for the chain on his right wrist. "Look, I have to stay here, okay? And no one else is allowed up here, 'cause if they are, they'll die. Alright? You get it?"

"Not in the slightest," the man said. He leaned against one of the curving slopes of the circle and looked Noct up and down. "I take it this is one of those quaint rustic traditions where they send a pretty little thing up to an altar to starve to death, and then when the crops don't do well, they assume their sacrifice wasn't virginal enough."

"What? No." Noct frowned. "No, this is real."

"Of course it is." The man looked out over the darkening sky. "I expect whatever it is happens at night?"

"That's what they say. So you should really get going."

The man hummed to himself, as though mulling it over. "No," he said, after a slow, awful minute had passed. "I like to think of myself as a man of no consequence, in the grand scheme of things, but I can't allow a man in the prime of life to be used as a backwards country sacrifice." He pushed away from the circle, and carefully examined the chain around Noct's left wrist. "Oh, this is easy enough to break."

"You can't," Noct said. "Don't, this'll fuck everything up, you-" He gasped as the man gripped the length of chain in both hands and yanked painfully, bending one of the links out of line. As he picked at it with his fingers, Noct lifted a foot and kicked out at his knees.

"None of that," the man said idly, sidestepping him as Noct kicked again. "Honestly, one would think you'd be grateful."

The chain snapped, and Noct wrapped his fingers around the hook instead, holding on tight. The man only rolled his eyes and saw to the second chain. When they were both off, spilling onto the ground with a clatter of metal, Noct glared the man down and kept his hands in place.

"Go on," the man said. He flapped his hands like one would to shoo off a bird. "Go home."

"No," Noct said.

"I'm telling you to go home," the man said. "You're free."

"And I'm telling you I'm not," Noct snapped back.

The man stared at him for a long moment. Finally, just as the greyness of dusk gave way to the cool blue of true evening, his look of well-meaning shock gave way to pure, unbridled pleasure. His lips peeled back in a smile, and Noct's fingers clenched on the hooks as he saw his incisors flash in the moonlight, too long and sharp to be fully human.

"Oh, my dear boy," said the demon king. "You are a wonder."

Ooooo. Not OP, but I /like/. Ardyn's such a delight, testing/toying with Noct like that.

A!A Thank you! Ardyn is so much like a cat playing with its prey in this fic that he might as well be batting Noctis around with his paws.

OP - *high-pitched shrieking* !!!

OH MY GOD THIS IS AMAZING SO FAR!!!

I love how amused Ardyn is by the ritual sacrifice. I wonder if he just wanted the thrill of chasing his food or if he genuinely wanted to shoo poor Noct away home haha

A!A Thank you! I'm so glad! It's more the former rather than the latter, though Ardyn was truly curious to see what choice Noct was going to make.

"I don't know why they insist on giving you to me without shoes on." The demon king walked purposefully down the hill towards the old hall, holding Noct as one would a bride, with Noct’s legs dangling over the side of one arm. The robe had dropped to pool at Noct's waist, and he tried not to look down at the scant inches of fabric covering his thighs. "Do they think I employ a cobbler? I've spent the last few weeks working myself to the bone, I'll have you know, making sure the hall is clean enough to walk on."

"Oh," Noct whispered. "Thanks?" He wondered if he'd have to pay him back for that. He wondered how. No one had said anything about what his servants were supposed to do.

"Think nothing of it. And these robes! Tell me they weren’t your decision."

Noct shifted in his hold, looking back over his shoulder at the small shape of the circle at the top of the hill. "I, uh. I normally wear black."

"Do you?" The demon king flashed him another unsettling smile. "I may have something for you to wear after all. Though I imagine the sight of you wandering the halls in the altogether would be a treat in and of itself." His fingers splayed out under Noct's legs, and Noct couldn't suppress a shiver. "Ah, I should tell you, before we get there. You may hear some of my... subjects... call me Ardyn, or Sire. That isn't what you will call me."

Noct's heart hammered in his chest, uncomfortably hard and fast.

"You will call me Master."

-

Ardyn set Noctis down as soon as they reached the front steps of the great hall, which was made of dark grey stone, dappled with moonlight against the shadow of the scraggly trees that boxed it in on either side. The steps were indeed polished, and Noct had to take care not to slip as he followed the demon king up to the large wooden doors. The same rune inked on Noct’s breast was carved into the iron frame, and Noct’s footsteps slowed to a halt as the doors opened to a blinding light.

“Come, pet,” Ardyn said. Noct ground his teeth at the endearment, but he could feel the weight of his hometown’s future at his back, pushing him up the last few steps and into the golden glow of the great hall.

Applause greeted him. He stumbled, blinking hard in the light of what looked like a thousand candles, magnified by mirrors and bits of glass that dangled from the ceiling on silk-thin ropes. On either side of him, lining the entrance hall, were at least two dozen… people, Noct supposed he could call them. They all wore clothes of varying centuries, and some of them looked like a child’s drawing of a human brought to life rather than any person Noct had known, but they were all staring at him, all grinning, all laughing.

“Behold,” Ardyn said. He turned to Noct and extended a hand, dipping down in a mocking bow. “The village savior.”

Noct bit down the hot, metallic taste of fear on his tongue as the applause rose to a cacophonous shout.

“But I wonder.” The demon king walked around Noctis, examining him with the air of an actor. “Is this any way for a fetching hero to dress?”

Ugly laughter rippled across the hall, discordant as the ringing of a finger tracing the rim of a glass.

“No,” Ardyn said. “I believe this will have to go.” He stepped back. “Let’s help the poor man, my dears.”

Noct barely had time to cry out before they were upon him. Hands tugged at his robes, pulled at his hair, brushed around the bare line of his neck, too many at once to ward off. He couldn’t help but lash out, but their grip was like steel, and their faces—too close, too bright, too inhumanly beautiful for Noct to bear—pressed up in a chaos of wide grins and sharp teeth. He was aware of the moment he was stripped down, but he hardly tried to cover himself before a shirt was pushed over his head, with wide black sleeves and an open front. A stiff leather kilt followed after, then a heavy chain and a cloak at his shoulders that smelled musty and old. His hands were held still as rings were placed on every finger, and a young woman with wild blond hair placed a laurel crown on his head. When they were done, Noct stood alone in the hall before Ardyn, dressed up like one of his friend’s paper dolls, shaking with humiliation and a burning, overwhelming fury.

“Perfect,” Ardyn said. “Now, pet, what do we say?”

Noct closed his eyes. For a few seconds, he let the town burn. Let the crops fail, let the beasts and the monsters come, let his friends disappear one by one with the blood drained from their bodies. Let it become a ghost town, like so many that dotted the border of their country. Then he opened his eyes and saw Ardyn watching at him, his reddish-mauve hair tinged gold with candlelight.

“Thank you,” Noct said, in the breathless silence of the hall. “Master.”

The laughter returned, bright and terrible, but it was Ardyn’s triumphant smile that was the worst of them all.

-

The rings weighed Noct’s hands down when he lifted them to card through his hair, settling loose strands that had been mussed in the hall. The cloak was inordinately heavy as well, lined with matted fur and trailing on the ground as he walked. Ardyn was leading him down an underground corridor beneath the main hall, where the demons—the vampires, as Luna had called them, once—laughed and shared stories of Ardyn’s other hapless servants. He could still hear them, sometimes, in a spike of laughter or the boom of doors opening, and it made him flinch each time.

Before him, Ardyn was still talking.

“While I have you,” Ardyn said, “your responsibilities are… well. Whatever I assign you.” He glanced back at Noctis and winked. “If you are a good pet, you get to stay in my rooms, where you’ll eat food that would make the kings of your time weep just to taste, and take long, fragrant baths, and provide to my needs whenever they do arise. If you are bad, there is plenty of work in the hall that needs attending to. None of it particularly pleasant. Say yes, Master if you understand.”

Noct gritted his teeth. “Yes, Master.”

“Good boy.”

Ardyn stopped at an iron door and nodded to Noct, who carefully lifted the latch and pushed it open. Ardyn walked past him into the most ornately decorated room Noct had ever seen, full of elegant, colorful furniture, rows of brass figurines, and intricate tapestries. Ardyn stopped at the foot of a beautiful, massive bed, and motioned for Noct to close the door. Noct stepped in and closed it, but made no move to go any closer.

“You must love your village,” Ardyn said.

Noct shrugged, forcing the lie. “They’re okay.”

“Call it a hunch,” Ardyn said, leaning on the bed, “but I have a feeling that you don’t like me very much. Well, that’s fine. What matters is that you’re willing. Are you?”

Noct curled his fingers around the short hem of the leather kilt. “Willing for what?” he asked.

“There it is.” Ardyn stepped away from the bed, and quicker than a viper darting through the grass, he was standing over Noct, casting him in shadow. “You’ll do what you must, but it doesn’t excite you. Address me properly, pet.”

Noct took a breath to speak, but Ardyn interrupted him before he could make a sound.

“Not good enough.” Ardyn leaned down, and when he trailed his teeth over the skin of Noctis’ neck, it was as though a shock of cold water had rushed over Noct. “Who am I, to you? A demon? A… ha, a vampire? A fairytale, something that would never happen to you, just to some other unlucky person who has to be chained to a rock so the town can be fat and happy for a few more years?”

He unpinned the hated cloak, which slithered to Noct’s feet. Then his teeth just pinched Noct’s flesh, and that chill ran through Noct again, lighting up his brain with mindless pleasure. He opened his mouth, unable to form the words.

“I don’t particularly care for your town,” Ardyn said. “Most of those you give to me are useless, screeching things, all tears and pleading and Oh, my Lord, grant me your mercy.” He chuckled into Noct’s hair, and slid the laurel crown loose. “Do you know, my dear, how many of your forebears took the chance to run when they were freed from the sacrificial altar?”

Noct blinked up at him owlishly, and Ardyn lowered his voice.

“Do you know how far they ran before I caught them?”

“I didn’t run,” Noct said, in a shallow whisper.

“No, you didn’t. Brave little hero.” Ardyn laughed again, and in one rough motion, ripped Noct’s new shirt almost in two. He pushed it over his shoulders, ruching the fabric at his arms, and ran a hand over Noct’s unblemished skin.

“Tonight,” he said, with a heat that made Noct’s hair raise at the back of his neck, “we will both find out what I am to you.”

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The next part includes 1. Dinner, 2. A bed. Sorry that I couldn't get to it in this section. The intro to Ardyn's place took longer than I thought!

Noctis crawled onto Ardyn’s expansive bed without looking back, all too aware of Ardyn’s gaze boring into him as he settled on the silk sheets. His new clothes were scattered on the floor, and he drew his legs up self-consciously as Ardyn, having only taken off his jacket, hat, and boots, placed a knee on the mattress.

“Bare your neck for me, my dear,” he said. Noctis squeezed his eyes shut and grabbed fistfuls of the sheets, turning his head to expose his neck. Then there was a groan of bedsprings, and a hand, large, calloused, rough with use, slid up from his belly to his collarbone, holding him down.

“This,” Ardyn whispered, “will feel fantastic.”

Noct’s eyes shot open at the twin stings of pain at his neck, but Ardyn’s hand on his chest kept him from jerking away. Then Ardyn pulled back, and Noct felt the trickle of blood start to well up from the puncture wounds. Before he could clap a hand to his neck to catch it, Ardyn sank back down, covered the wound with his lips, and—

It was like a river, he realized afterwards. A river in his body, unfurling at the warm, low spot just below his belly and twisting up towards his neck. Pleasure came with it, heady and strong, causing Noct’s legs to tense and his fingers to claw at the sheets, spilling a moan from his lips that sounded too strange and unfamiliar to his own ears. Ardyn’s free hand gripped Noct’s hair, tugging just enough to tip his chin back, and the hand on Noct’s chest traveled down, going against the current to palm Noct’s hardening cock.

“If it’s good,” Ardyn whispered, lips still pressed to Noctis’ neck, “then thank me properly, pet.”

Noct swallowed a hot stab of shame, and the pleasure spiked again, making his limbs tremble with the force of it. Ardyn’s hand on his member shifted up along his length, and the words tumbled out, twisted and strained.

“Thank you, Master,” Noct wailed.

When Ardyn finally sat up, Noct was writhing under his touch, so lost that he didn’t notice the padded bandage Ardyn conscientiously placed over his wound. He felt unimaginably light, and the ceiling of the bedroom tipped and spun even though Noct was certain that he was holding himself firmly to the bed. Ardyn laughed again, but it didn’t seem so cruel this time, and when Noct turned to face him, he saw a pink flush gracing Ardyn’s pale cheeks.

“This is the best part,” he said, and kissed him, the stubble of his cheek scraping Noct’s skin.

Noct kissed him back, messily, falling under the guidance of Ardyn’s tongue and hands, trying to arch his back to rut against his thigh. Ardyn was warmer than he expected, and seemed to grow warmer still with every kiss, every touch. It was as though Ardyn’s body, filled with Noctis’ blood, was starting to remember how to feel and react like a human’s.

Ardyn rolled off of Noct, and Noct held back a whine. He got a low chuckle for his trouble, and Ardyn returned with a jar of something, which he smeared over his fingers.

“If you want this,” he said, “open your legs and ask me.”

Noct’s thighs parted distressingly fast, and he had to stop several times before he could say it right.

“I want this,” he said. “You’re a monster, but I want this.”

“Yes, I’ll accept that,” Ardyn said, smiling wickedly as a slick finger traced up the curve of Noct’s ass, pressing gently at his hole. “What else am I?”

“A murderer.”

“Mm, that’s objective.” Ardyn pushed the tip of his finger in, and Noct tried to rock down, urging him deeper. “And?”

“You’re…”

Ardyn pumped his finger to the second knuckle and back, and the room spun, making Noct gasp for breath. “And I’m your…”

“Master,” Noctis sobbed.

“Yes,” Ardyn breathed, and added a second finger.

When Ardyn finally entered Noct, the hot, blunt head of his cock pushing through his stretched rim, Noctis moaned so loud he figured even Ardyn’s subjects in the hall above could hear him. Ardyn boxed him in by his arms, leaning over him entirely as he thrust into him, and for a moment Noct could feel him breathing. Or trying to breathe, anyway, though he only ever really did it when he needed to thrust in deep, or speak, or laugh in Noctis’ ear.

“Say it,” Ardyn said, rocking his hips into Noct so hard that he pushed him back on the bed. “Say what I am to you.”

“Master,” Noct cried.

“Say it again.”

“Master.”

“Again.”

Every time Noct said the word, crying out at the insistent fullness of Ardyn’s cock, the rough pace, the heat of his body, it became a little easier to say. The shame was still there, a small, sick feeling in the back of his mind, but it lessened when Noct screamed it into Ardyn’s palm, and when Noct babbled it like a hedge-witch’s charm into the wide, beautiful room. It lost its meaning after a few minutes, just a string of syllables, Master, Master, and Noct could no longer remember why it used to hurt to say. When Noct came, he did so with the word on his tongue, and Ardyn followed after him with a fond smile and a hand on his cheek.

“Good boy,” he said, as Noct wept silently in his arms, overwhelmed and dazed with pleasure. “Oh, you’ll be lovely, my pet. You’ll be so good for me.”

“Yes, Master,” Noct gasped. “Yes. Master, yes, yes, I…”

Ardyn shushed him, kissing his sweat-damp brow, and slowly pulled out of him. The demon king was still mostly clothed, his trousers undone just enough to free his length, and he repositioned himself before lying back down. Noctis instinctively rolled towards him. He knew he felt sore, knew that the dizziness was partly due to blood loss, knew that this would happen again, and again, until he wore out his usefulness… but he also found that a part of him didn’t care. Part of him wanted Ardyn to bite him again, to feed until he was drained and leave Noctis weak and spent. It was more than a little frightening, and Noct struggled to push it down.

“I daresay you’ve earned yourself a treat, my boy,” Ardyn said, petting Noct’s hair. “What do you say to that?”

“Thank you, Master,” Noct whispered, unthinking. Ardyn tipped back his head in a full-throated laugh.

“Oh, pet,” he said, pulling Noctis in close to his warm, unmoving chest. “If you aren't careful, you may well be my favorite."

Damn, that was great!

OP - *whispers* this is so awesome.....

😀😀😀

fffffuck, anon, that was better than what I imagined when I made the prompt. And you write so fast! Ahhhhhh! Thank you, this was amazing!!!

Absolutely brilliant. I love the world which you created, A!Anon, how you portrayed Noctis's feelings - shame, anger, lust - and how you wrote Ardyn. He treats Noctis like he was an object not a person, and I found it interesting to read. What in Noctis made Ardyn tell him "you may well be my favorite"? How quickly Noctis started to call him 'Master' without too much regret or how obeyed he seemed after sex?

The sex scene was good too, btw. I could imagine everything clearly ♥

Thank you so much for writing this, A!Anon.

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