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You woke up in a rather unfamiliar scenario.

“You're awake.”

You knew N’s voice all too well at this point. But why were you in bed? Not just that platform you slept on in your cell. A proper designated bed. One that he too seems to have slept in.

N was shirtless. His body was pressed against yours as he tightly held you beside him. You could feel his bulge grind against your soft skin.

“How've you enjoyed this freedom?” N asked.”You can walk around. Though your arms have yet to deserve such movement.”

He pinched your nipples softly. Your body was ensnared by the ropes. Stuck between N and the wall. His hands continued exploring your supple chest. Toying with your breasts, kneading them, flicking, twisting and pinching your nipples. Every moan you let out turned him on even more.

“You know, I truly shouldn't be doing this. I have important obligations I should be doing right now.”

“T-They can wait.” You gasped. He pinched harder in response, causing you to yelp as he smiled.

“And who are you to make orders?”

“Apologies, my Consul.”

“Kneel.”

As ordered. Your body was still tightly bound, but one of the few things you could do was sink to your knees. N stepped back to give you more space. Your head tilted down, staring at his golden boots, before hearing his voice ring once more.

"Look up at me."

You did as he said. His expression wasn't that of sadistic glee, but of disappointment.

"You know your role. I make the decisions, you follow them. You're lucky I find you amusing enough. But do you know what I do when my subjects act out of line?"

"Yes, my Consul." You reply.

You know you fucked up. Fear clouds your mind, but as does excitement. You can't help but wonder what a proper punishment from N would look like. What he'd do to you, how long it would last, how intense it would be. Ideas start filling your mind-

"N-Ngh!"

His Iris. It glows stronger than you've ever seen it. Your mind starts feeling fuzzy, your vision starts to blur and redden. You can't make anything out except for him. Staring devilishly down at you.

"Obedience. It's all you should know." N demanded.

"Yes, my Consul."

"Do you understand now how beneath me you are?"

"Yes, my Consul."

He kneeled down once more. N grabbed your neck and you into the wall. You let out a loud, sudden and abrupt gasp. The next thing you could process was N pushing his body against yours.

You felt your body tense up when his hand started fingering you through your tights. Moans getting louder and louder, sweat beading down your forehead. And there *he* was.

"Beg to me. Beg to N."

"Please, my Consul."

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me... My Consul."

"Your shamelessness is appreciated. But you'll need to be more specific. Beg with detail. Plead for me to do what exactly?"

"Please, Consul N! Use me to your heart's content! Make me scream, make me cry!"

"And then after that?" N wanted to test just how far your twisted fantasies with him went.

"Please! Just don't stop! Keep doing this until you get bored! I need this, my Consul! I need you!"

Of course you needed him. He was all your silly little mind could picture anymore. The outside world was a blur. All you could make out anymore was him.

He pushed against you even more menacingly now. N began to lower his head down to your clit. He lowered your tights and pressed his tongue against your thigh.

"You haven't earned the luxury of feeling my cock yet. Other plans will have to suffice until you beg more."

“I understand, my Consul.”

“You've also lost much of the privileges I'd previously given you. Vision was a privilege. I am taking that back now.”

A soft, black blindfold was wrapped around your face. And the previous view you had of N was taken away from you at that moment. Next, you felt him turn your body around. You were face down, and you felt him get on top of you. His erection was grinding through his pants, and onto your soft skin. You could feel it on your back. The next step was for N to grab your wrists and lock them inside some cuffs. The handcuffs N used to lock you up were tight. You couldn't move your wrists apart from each other, and you certainly couldn't get them out… But why would you want to? They were warm, soft, and comfortable. They kept you in their embrace, not under their control.

As was true with the rest of the bondage. The ropes weren't harsh on your body at all. They simply wrapped around you, in the most delicate and sincere embrace you could fathom. You could gently writhe around, just to keep your body moving.

“You'll stay quiet. You're in no place to make demands, you know. I am the Consul. You are the servant. I wanted to refrain from this, but it seems you've forgotten your place. Let me remind you.”

A shining gold ball gag, N wrapped the straps around your mouth, fastening them and keeping it nice and tight. Your lips outlined the gag nicely. The ball gag that covered your mouth was yet another mere decoration. You had no desire to speak up, to raise your voice. You were so comfortable like this. It felt right, it felt natural.

Now N would begin to move off of you. The next step was due. He snapped his fingers… and then a vibrator wand was in his hand.… He held it, and turned it on to the lowest setting. N slowly brought it between your legs to introduce a new form of pleasure, just to take this all to the next level.

It felt natural to have the vibrator pressing against your clit, buzzing away at you while you let out soft moans. Everything was engineered specifically for your pleasure, for your wants and needs.

“You'll cum at least ten times tonight before I consider this night a success. I can promise you that.”

After a while, the subtle vibrations started to arouse you even more. You were starting to get wet, your body temperature increased, and sweat began to trickle down your curves. But that was fine, all of that was fine. You were excited for that, that's why you were here, after all.

You'd kept your eyes closed for so long, just thinking about the wonderful sensations coursing through your body, that you almost forgot you were blindfolded. You opened your eyes briefly to worship N’s beauty just to be welcomed to the darkness. As if it reminded you to just focus. Don't let anything else distract you. Don't look at anything, don't try to move too much. The ropes are helping you, the cuffs are embracing you, the vibrator is pleasing you.

“Don't you want to just let it out now? You know you want to. You know you need to.”

Yes. You need to cum. N was right, you need to feel that orgasmic pleasure. A little treat on top of everything else thus far. Maybe after that, you'll start trying to get yourself out of your restraints.

You felt your vaginal secretions start dripping down your thigh. You let out a low, deep moan, all while salivating down your chin. It felt heavenly. You earned this orgasm after all the work you put in to receive it. You deserved it. And now that you were able to let all that out, you'd start figuring out what the next step for the night would be.

You gasped for air as you felt the ball gag leave your mouth. Followed by the blindfold. Next, N turned your body over again, leaving your eyes on him. But he went back down to bring his mouth to your legs. Again, he was just barely out of sight and reach for you. He gave a lick. His cold tongue left a sensation that made you moan as softly as you could. His tongue would continue to trail up your thigh. You briefly felt him take a particularly long and slow lick against your vagina.

“Ah!” You couldn't help but yelp from the pleasure. “Please, N!”

“I’m glad we could use all those fun restraints. The ones that drive you mad. But now, for the rest of the night, it's just me. And I will be sure you enjoy every single second.” He began to undo the ropes that held your arms back.

However, this did not mean freedom.

He grabbed your arms tightly and pushed you against the wall harder. His Iris started to glow ever brighter. Everything felt so blurry around you, and your body almost felt numb. And then he pushed his finger into you. The next thing you felt was an intense wave of pleasure. Your body tensed up and you took a quick breath. Oh, was his hand just perfect. His digits rolled around your vaginal walls, tips pushing against your cervix as you let out a long, deep moan.

N used his left hand to glide it up your midriff, and onto your bust. He gave it a soft squeeze, before clawing at the fabric, and swiftly ripping off the bra that held your chest. The fabric split roughly in two as your breasts bounced out softly. There were no words, for he did not need to say anything. You both knew what was on each other's minds. The urge, no, need, to continue. The next thing he did was bite down on your left breast, which caused you to yelp in pleasure. What was first a hard, deep bite soon turned into the most gentle sucking he's ever given you. His tongue softly rolled around your nipple. His other hand moved to softly kneading your breast, and your moans were starting to get even louder.

Your hips shook and swayed. You somehow already felt the need to cum. Little splashes here and there already got his fingers wet. Your moans were music to the Consul’s ears. Each time you let out those heavenly sounds, his kneading, fingering and sucking would begin to quicken. Still, they were just as gentle as they were before. Just, faster now.

“N! I need to cum!”

“You'll be saying that a lot throughout the night.” He stopped sucking your breast just long enough to say that. “Let me help you with that.”

His face and hand got off your chest, and the Moebius made his way to your legs, pushing his face between them. He grabbed onto your thighs softly, and started to lick the deepest, wettest parts of your pussy. You moaned more. Your needy groans of pleasure echoed throughout the halls of Agnus Castle.

Licking, non-stop. You weren't able to hold it in anymore. That first of many orgasms would be let out as you screamed happily. Your vaginal secretions dripped into N’s mouth, and onto his face. The taste of your lust trickled onto his tongue as he let out a gentle sigh. You were so worked up, and he was still so calm and collected. Your legs couldn't stop shaking even after the orgasm, because he didn't stop. The taste kept him going in for another lick until he'd lap up every last drop of your cum.

Of course, this would prompt you to continue moaning. His hands crawled behind you and started to softly grab at your rear. N was hungry, and you were his meal that he would feast upon. His tongue just wouldn't stop. Even after he'd licked you clean, he continued. Your vagina was given no time to rest. You simply laid there and let N continue his work.

If only you could see the look on your face. It was all read, your mouth was wide open with a trail of saliva dripping down. And to think you were only two orgasms in.

“I'd like to see how far you'd go with this.” N whispered into your ear. “Suck to your heart's content, just as I did, just like I know you want to.”

He spread his legs, letting his throbbing erection display itself right in front of you. You couldn't help yourself.

Your lips moved to reach N’s tip. You could do anything you wanted. This was unusual. N never let you take matters into your own hands like this. You licked at his precum and swallowed it. You couldn't get enough of the sweet moans he let out. You were the perfect instrument to his pleasures. You brought your head down, and finished licking at the tip of the shaft. You both needed the whole thing in your mouth, and you knew that. You started to move your mouth down to N’s shaft and began to give him the proper blowjob he deserved. More and more precum leaked into your mouth, the taste was getting so strong, that it was starting to become a strong scent, impossible to get over, and it left you wanting more. You wanted to taste the fruits of your labour. Your tongue continued swirling around N’s cock, and you'd start to change your position now. Your lips were on his tip, slurping up all of the dripping precum while you waited for his orgasm. Your hands moved to his shaft, jerking it rhythmically to give him as much pleasure as you could.

His low, deep moans were lovely. N's moans got louder, increasing in volume, lowering in pitch, and you kept sucking, like the depraved, needy servant of his that you were. You needed to taste his cum, it was all you cared for anymore. His Iris further pushed all your needs. You couldn't imagine a world where you didn't get to have sex with him anymore. You couldn't imagine a world where he's above you anymore. You had to maintain that endless now. You had to keep giving your body up to him, like he wanted, and like you needed. You sucked harder, faster. Your hand jerked him quicker, squeezing tighter... You felt more cum pump into your mouth. The taste was to die for. You continued, not even thinking about anything but the possibility of guzzling his sweet, sweet load.

The only warning you got was a fast, sudden grunt, before you tasted a whole new pent up orgasm. You almost choked on it, but your gag reflex wouldn't let that happen. You controlled how quickly you'd take it all in, all while N continued deeply moaning. His hot, throbbing cock remained in your mouth the whole time, and you licked it clean, before laying back down.

“Did I do a good job, my Consul?” You asked.

He smiled, before leaning in. “You did fantastic. But I have one more thing I need to do. Consider it a reward.” N whispered seductively into your ear. “Are you ready?”

“Yes, my Consul.” You answered.

N’s body was on top of yours. His pulsing erection was over your midriff, but he got himself off of you and began this process. N slowly caressed you, right above your vagina. It felt like it was searing. You winced and screamed as his hands continued to burn your soft flesh. Just what was he doing that caused this to hurt so good? It wasn't just his hand, either. You felt that burning linger. Almost like something more than just a simple fiery sensation. You looked down, trying to make sense of what was going on... And there you saw it. Right above your vagina, you were marked by N. A red, glowing Moebius insignia right by your womb.

"You've been waiting a long time for that, haven't you? Now you're a proper Moebius, just as I am. Furthermore, that means we're… compatible. Don't you want it? To be a mother?"

The concept was overwhelmingly euphoric to even fathom. And it only got better. At this point, N was the only thing you could process. You were blind to the rest of the world thanks to his Moebius Iris. And now, he was here to properly claim you. N forced himself on top of you, lifting your legs up into the air, and, with truly no hold bars, thrusted into you with a particular vigour you'd never seen before. The very thrusts were loud. You moaned so loudly. No, it was more accurate to call these screams. Screams of pure joy and love. You loved this, you loved him. You loved being underneath him like this. Pinned down and fucked so thoroughly, that you couldn't come back from it. Thrust after thrust, you were in a state of such joy and pleasure, you couldn't even understand it. Your very senses were working both with and against you, but that didn't matter anymore.

None of that mattered.

Everything was *working* just now. Everything was right. Everything was how it should be.

Your vagina felt as though it was burning up. You screamed at the top of your lungs as you realized what was happening.

“My consul! I'm cumming!”

You barely had time to process your orgasm before you let out your most intense one yet. You gushed and pumped out so much of your secretions, that it made you feel weak afterwards. You continued to splash out more of your juices while N slammed his hips down into you. The back of your cervix was throbbing, this was the deepest N had ever gone into you. His erection slammed into the back of your womanhood, and it just didn't stop. He let out a loud, deep grunt. All while he continued to tightly grab your hips and slam his erect cock into your vagina. He hit the deepest parts of your cervix and overwhelmed your practically fried brain with levels of pleasure you've never fathomed. This was it, the true point of no return. N's trusts were getting faster, more intense, more wild, more passionate. All the while, you still couldn't stop cumming.

"I-I can't... Gah! J-Just... Be the good girl you are, and take this load like you always do!"

His thrusts were starting to feel heavier, as did the intense load of cum that shot out, and filled up your vagina. You couldn't help but moan, especially with the knowledge that his seed would go as far to penetrate your womb this time. Cum continued pumping in as he let out every last drop of his cream that he had left stored in him. It started to overflow, dripping back down onto your lovely tattoo After N had finished inside of you, he slowly lifted himself off. He was beyond satisfied, and looking down at you was a sight to behold. Especially with your newest tattoo. His cum rested nicely within your vagina. It was warm, comfortable… There was so much of it that you still felt nice and full even after he had pulled out. That fertile load would no doubt lead to something beautiful down the road.

"You truly are fantastic." He sighed. The Consul was still trying to recollect his breath, all while admiring you. "I wonder, I can't help but feel like we could do more of that sometime."

"Please, my Consul..." You weakly moaned.

N smiled. He put his hand on the glowing tattoo, before crawling up to softly rub your midriff. He wiped the cum off of it, and then leaned in to kiss right on it.

"Then by all means, we'll do this whenever you want to. And you're going to love it more and more every time. Say hello to your new life, Consul."