Been having brain rot over Conqueror Shinsou taking Prince Deku as a token, turning from a simple maid to the kings personal consort

cw// Fantasy AU, King Shinsou, Prince Deku, noncon, trans Deku, degradation, afab terms, abuse

Hitoshi Shinsou, better known as the King of Victory was a conqueror unlike any other. He hadn't lost a single battle since his father died and he took over the kingdom once and for all.

Unlike many other conquerors he didn't kill the royal families of which he took over their kingdoms, instead he would take a single token and let them rule as normal. And should he ever call for aid the kingdoms were required to help through the delegate he would leave behind.

Most people saw this as a kind mercy, that their king was truly a good man to allow the royal families to still rule, but it was a lie. It was a way of constantly having leverage against the bigger kingdoms who could potentially pose a threat later on.

The Todoroki Kingdom lost King Enji in the battle, and once King Hitoshi was victorious he claimed Fuyumi as a token, now demoted to a simple cook in his kitchens.

The fight against the Dragon Shifters yielded no casualties, but Kaminari was taken. A Dragon Shifter and one of two consorts to King Bakugou now living in the castle as a guest. Allowed to move freely and go home to his mates for six months out of the year.

Yet even with this knowledge the rumors that surround the king frighten most people not under his care. So when Prince Izuku learns that not only has his kingdom been taken over, that he is to move into King Hitoshi's castle? It's a shock, and the move itself passes in a blur.

He's demoted to a maid, and he spends his days in a rut, cleaning the castle, the personal chambers of the king as he grows more and more angry at him. He's been taken from his home, his family, and made a mockery of!

A month passes before he's called to the king's *personal* chambers late at night, he has no idea why he's been called, he was just in the chambers earlier that day. But of course it isn't the strangest thing he's encountered in this kingdom.

Shinsou is laying on his bed, wearing a simple pair of underwear and nothing else, Deku has never felt so *hot* in the face before. He bows his head as he feels his ears burn with embarrassment and rage, he calls him so late at night in nothing but his undergarments?

It's ridiculous how...how *entitled* this man feels. Shinsou barely spares him a glance as he beckons him forward, patting the sheets. "Come, lay down with me." He fills a deep sense of foreboding in his stomach, a *bad* feeling as he watches the king.

"I...think it's best if I don't, your highness," Murmured softly, politely, eyes cast down, "Might I get you a nice herbal tea, to help you sleep, instead? My lord seems quite ready to repose—"

Shinsou is no fool, Deku may have been raised to be a proper prince, but rumor spreads in the castle. Most if not all of the staff knows that he's a tomcat, with a different person in bed most nights. He isn't surprised by this turn however, but he *tsks* all the same.

"Not what I asked for," A cruel smirk that makes Deku want to smack him, "Your mother and fathers continued safety relies heavily in if you follows my orders. So *come here*." No isn't an answer he'll be taking tonight.

*You goddamn rat bastard scoundrel—* "Yes, your highness," Murmured politely as he slowly walks over, sits at the foot of his bed, keeps his head bowed like a good maid, even as he's seething with rage.

It's a strange combination, rage and panic, he knows his face is red and there's no small chance he'll start crying, but he has "duties" to fulfill. "How may I be of service, my lord?"

"Good boy," Murmered silently as he sits up, covers pooling at his waist, chest bare, scars decorating it, marks of battles long past. "How could you ever be of service to me?"

No wonder Shinsou's a conqueror, he's so lean and muscled, has such a commanding presence—Deku's quivering at the end of the bed, feeling every bit like a rabbit in a wolf's maw.

A small smirk before his wrist is being grabbed and he's manhandled into the bed, Shinsou looming over him as he's pinned down. "I think you'll be the pretty thing that warms my bed at night."

His heart *sinks* as he realizes quickly the situation he's in, underneath the most powerful man in the kingdom. "P-please, no, d-don't–" He whispers, eyes wide and terrified, voice shaking while he tries to keep up the proper, formal tone.

Shinsou shakes his head, eyes slowly raking over him, a hand sneaking up his maid dress to grab a handful of his plush ass. "You're *my* token, little prince. I intend fully to do with you what I want.

It's practically a miracle he's been able to control himself this long, the wide terrified look, the way it seems like his freckles cover his entire body, and the ass against his hand makes him wonder why he'd never indulged before this.

Deku makes a frightened little whimpering noise that he's not very proud of and clenches his legs tight together, tries very hard not to focus on how big and hot the hand up his skirt and holding his ass is.

Shinsou's voice is deep and the title feels so demeaning coming from his mouth— it's infuriating enough that tears prick his eyes. "A t-token, yes, not a c-concubine, my lord— p-please, I'm not fit for these sorts of...d-duties—" *Don't cry, don't give him the satisfaction—*

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Shinsou responds with a chuckle, eyes snapping to the way his legs clench together. Half of the thrill in anything is the *fight* back, and oh he knows he'll be enjoying each second of this.

His eyes wander lazily back up, fingers curling underneath his underwear to snap them back against his skin. The way Shinsou looks at him is so predatory, so *hungry*, Deku feels small and overwhelmed—and *angry*.

He bites back another whimper as the snap of his underwear, eyes wide as he looks up at his tormentor. "A token with which I may choose to whatever I wish with. So if I desire you to get a concubine then you have no say in the matter."

A sharp grin, a baring of canines too sharp to be called anything other than fangs. "Besides the only thing you'll need is to spread your legs, I *promise* this will be fun for the both of us~"

"You've already taken everything from me—" Whispered shakily, eyes still terrified and teary, but now with something defiant leaking into them, as well as his tone, "—Let me at least retain my dignity, my virtue!" What gives him the right, after all, to claim him this way?!

The truth, he's conquered his kingdom, taken him from his home, his parents, everything he's ever known. Despite all of that he hasn't killed his parents, even though King Yagi has been a thorn in his side for one too many years. And oh he looks defiant!

It amuses him greatly that he thinks he has any choice in the matter, that Shinsou won't just have his way with him and spin a tale to protect himself.

"For what reason? So you can sully yourself on some lower status person later on? No, I'm going to take that just as I have everything else from you," His tone turns threatening, a *promise*, "Except for your parents."

Deku feels his blood boil, that first hint of defiance burning brighter and spreading all through his body. This entitled, self-absorbed *prat* thinks he'll just bend over and be made a whore— Shinsou speaks as he pulls back from the bed to stand at the edge.

"Now *strip* or I'll tear your clothing off of you." He wrenches away as soon as he is able with a loud "*No!*" Scuffles backwards away to the other edge of the bed and shakily hops off, a tad braver now that there's an entire bed between them.

"I'm certain *my lord* isn't used to be denied but–but it's time you heard it! I've no intent of being *sullied* by anyone, least of all *your highness*—" He tugs at his dress to straighten it, glances to the door and wonders if he'd be quick enough to make it.

Shinsou can feel arousal tug at his entire body as he watches the prince *deny* him. Even goes so far as to call him out, *nobody* has ever denied him anything, not since he took over the throne, and even before then. He wasn't expecting his token to be so *fiesty*.

He follows his eyes, the way they dart to the door and then the window. "You won't make it out either of them, I can assure you that. Now then." Standing to his full height it's easy to look down on Deku, towering over the short prince at just 6'3.

Oh, gods above, he is *tall*. He's seen him plenty of times but never like *this*, so much muscle on display, with the kind of effortless power that puts Deku's stomach in knots.

"Do you wish to know why I take tokens instead of killing the entire royal family? Why I leave a delegate behind but allow the kingdoms to rule as normal?" His eyes practically *glow* with mirth, watching Deku like a wolf who's caught a particularly fat rabbit.

Deku swallows hard and fights to keep his eyes trained up at Shinsou, talking a half step around the bed just to put slightly more distance between them. "Why—?" He asks softly, heatedly, eyes narrowing with distrust. Where is he going with this?

Shinsou matches his half step with a full one, arms crossed behind his back, somehow looking as though he's wearing his kingly outfit despite only being in his undergarments. It's a fun game of cat and mouse, and he *relishes* in the chase.

"It's *leverage*, some of the bigger kingdoms might get the idea to fight back, and I can't very well have that. The tokens are kept safe so long as the kingdoms don't fight." He doesn't add in the use of dark magic, of blood pacts, of things mere mortals cannot do.

"Your mother or father moves out of line and I slit your throat, *you* move out of line and I slit their throats. So with that knowledge, are you going to continue to deny me, or will I need to be *firmer* with you?" He moves to block the door as he speaks, the only escape route.

Deku listens and feels his heart thump in his chest, his hands shake at his sides as he clenches them into tight fists. Is he the first that Shinsou's done this too, or just one of many victims? It's a habit of a powerful and greedy man looking to stake his claim.

The threat against his parents make his blood *boil*. "You terrify people into obedience, then—effective, but not particularly *clever*." Deku keeps watchful, distrusting eyes on Shinsou, mourns the fact that his route to the doorway is thoroughly blocked.

"You'd threaten my parents over me not going to bed with you? Is *my lord* really so spoiled and petulant as that?" The accusation of *terrifying* his subjects causes Shinsou to chuckle, deep and full of mirth, as though he was told a funny joke.

"I barely terrify them, that is simply a plan B should things go wrong. My subjects adore me, even the kingdoms I've conquered, eventually they realize I'm a fair and just king, who simply wants the best for them."

He doesn't conquer to destroy kingdoms, to pillage their riches and leave them to die. He conquers to expand his own kingdom while keeping his subjects safe from others that would destroy them, kingdoms such as AFO's, a dark mage who could very well wipe out most kingdoms.

"I'm not threatening your parents, I was giving an example," A step towards him as his tone becomes a *purr*, "An especially spoiled lord who has worked too damn hard to not indulge a little in my spoils~"

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(Did I leave this thread for like a month, maybe. Anyways hey back to the regularly scheduled noncon)

Oh, and doesn't Deku know Shinsou's subjects *adore* him. He brings *peace* and *prosperity* and ensures *safety*. He's a beloved ruler— Deku doesn't have to pay too terribly much attention to notice that, and Deku pays a *lot* of attention.

Not that Shinsou needs to know that— best he continue thinking he's oblivious and blinded by rage. Perhaps he can even take him by surprise but the way he simply moves towards him with the gait of a man that's never been told no, it's terrifying.

"I'm not some *spoil*, not some...confectionary you can *indulge* in however and whenever you'd like—" Shinsou's eyes bore into him, a hawk waiting for a mouse to bolt, waiting for the moment to snatch the terrified mouse up.

Deku feels like a cornered rabbit, has to remind himself he was raised to be a ruler in his own right, a real lion like his parents before him, not some cowering prey.

Shinsou would prefer to not have to chase him through the castle, notes the way Deku clutches at the front of his skirt, the way his feet shift against the ground. That won't do, not at all. He finally pulls at the magic swirling in his mind, pushes it to the forefront.

"I do however enjoy sweet things, bit of a sweet tooth I would say~ Tell me, little prince. Do you have an idea of how I conquer so easily? How I get rulers to bend to my will?" He doesn't need a answer, barely needs to speak to him in order to place him under.

The pendant at his chest pulses softly, in warning, but Deku pays it no mind, barely even knows why it pulsed. "I would presume because you have a habit of taking members of the original royalty hostage to use as leverage and free labor in your estate—"

*There it is.* He pulls at the answer, dark magic swirling around his eyes, leaving them practically glowing as he throws Deku's consciousness into a prison of his mind. "*Dark magic*. The kind so forbidden that if somebody is suspected of it they're executed in most kingdoms."

"*AH–*" Deku is cut off not just from his cry, but his own body as Shinsou continues talking. "I have an abundance at my disposal, and I know how to use it~" The surge of power he feels lock himself out of his own autonomy is overwhelming and distinctly unpleasant.

Shinsou's voice echoes in his head, loud and commanding, while his body stills, relaxes, waits for the strings to be pulled, "Now then. *Strip for me*," and as soon as Shinsou guides him, his body obeys.

Soft hands moving slowly to untie his apron, unbutton his bodice and skirts, so they fall from his shoulders and hips, pools at his feet until he's left in nothing but his undergarments, simple and mint-green shorts and shirt, which he also starts to dutifully remove.

Shinsou moves to lock the door while Deku gets undressed, glances at him occasionally as he sits down at the edge of the bed. His magic pulls at his mind, pokes and prods until its so far in his mind it could take over at anytime, regardless of distance.

He's heard that the prince isn't exactly a *prince* per say, he doesn't care of course, but he does want to know what he's dealing with. The magic releases just enough to allow Deku control of his entire face, including his own speech.

"*Wha—*" Deku gasps when he's able, horrified to realize he can move his face, can *speak*, but his hands keep moving no matter how hard he tries to stop them. He tugs down the band of his under shorts, so all that's left is his undershirt, which he starts to untie.

He can feel Shinsou's eyes intently watching him, glances up to see a hungry look in his eyes, watches him shift on the bed as his hand moves to his–*oh*, his eyes move back up to his face, staring defiantly at him.

He feels so bare, so vulnerable. No one has ever seen him this way, and he isn't even in control of his first time— he feels hot tears prick at the back of his eyes. "I should have known— someone so blatantly hungry for power, it makes sense that you'd harness dark magic."

Nevermind that he, himself, has looked into dark magic— he's relentlessly researched all types of magic, in fact, despite being unable to harness the power of it, himself. The undershirt, his final layer, falls to the ground with the rest, leaving him naked.

All aside from a necklace with a sparkling pendant hanging from it around his neck, the pendant continues softly pulsing, confusing him as his flushed face scowls. His hands rest easy at his sides and his body waits for further direction, *burning* under Shinsou's intense gaze.

Each inch of skin is covered with freckles; his collarbone, his thighs, his stomach, his chest. Each one Shinsou spots leads to another cluster, more flushed skin as his cock grows harder. The terrified and *defiant* tone in his voice leaves him wanting more.

"Is it wrong to harness a power i was born with? I find that taking back control is a rather—" He licks at his lips as he eyes Deku's cunt, soft and pink with sparse green hairs gathered at the top, hand moving to slowly palm at his cock, "Enjoyable method."

"Taking control by denying others their own autonomy is cruel—" Deku replies fervently, flushing deeper at the display Shinsou puts on. His eyes flicker away, unable to maintain his angry eyes contact when the man is spread out of the bed, flaunting his cock like that.

His eyes trail up over his stomach, his chest, rosey nipples hardening in the cold of the room, up to the pendant at his throat. Knowing who King Yagi is this pendant could very well protect from dark magic. "*Tell me the truth*. What is that necklace to you?"

He's still distracted by trying to ignore the lustful display before him, which must be why he's caught so off guard when Shinsou tugs at his mind, magic curling as the answer slips from him. "My father gave it to me before I left, he told me to keep it close."

There's hesitation for a moment before he murmers softly, hoping to pull at Shinsou's mercy, not that he's sure there is any. "It's the same color as my mother's eyes, it is very dear to me." The truth, as far as he knows— his father is a powerful light mage, afterall.

Even if he had imbued it with some kind of enchantment, Deku has no way of unlocking it. It simply reminds him of home, of who he is living for. "You're barely seen *cruel* from me, I assure you that." Deku isn't sure if that's a threat or a promise. He doesn't wish to find out.

Were it not for Shinsou's control over his body, he'd be shivering much more— it's cold in the castle, this room is no exception, and Deku is unused to being so *vulnerable*, his small, scarred chest and cunt out in the open for this man to just *see*.

"*Take it off*. I'll be having a few tests done on it and then I shall return it. I don't wish to keep you from being reminded of home." *Plus it'll be a good way to keep you in line should push come to shove.*

"What—? Wait, no, please—" Deku's eyes widen but his hands move dutifully to slip it off his neck. He doesn't trust this man, especially not with something so *precious*. "*Please don't—*" he pleads, a tear spilling over one cheek as he fights to not let more escape.

The amulet glitters in his hand, a soft, white glow for just a moment— his body grows still, the necklace off his neck but not dropped or set aside, instead cupped gently in his hands and held to his chest, as if in repose. *Technically* what was asked of him.

Shinsou stands, hand gripping one of the many furs on his bed as he drapes it over Deku's shoulders, hand moving to wipe at the tear on his face, his voice a soft coo. "I shall return it as soon as I am able, I promise."

Deku is all but swallowed by the fur— it's soft and it smells nice and Deku absolutely resents it, almost as much as he regrets the hand against his cheek. Shinsou's touch feels *mocking*. "*Please don't—please, just leave me alone, let me have my necklace—*"

Shinsou's hand moves down to gently grab at Deku's fingers. "*Relax*." He is unable to stop Shinsou, of course— his shoulders unstiffen and his fingers relax, just as he's told. The pendant pulses with soft light as it's removed— and turns unpleasantly warm in Shinsou's hands.

Not quite hot enough to burn, but certainly *hot*. He takes a moment to turn the pendant over in his hand, examining it as he moves to his dresser while Deku stays put. He stores it in a box that will negate most if not all magical artifacts until he can do further research.

He turns swiftly back around to press a hand to Deku's chest and *shove* him onto his bed, smirking at him cruelly as he's swamped by the furs and blankets on his bed. "*Move up on the bed, get comfortable, and spread your legs like a good fucking whore~*"

Deku's lip quivers and he bites it, sniffles softly as a few more tears fall. He's completely bare, can only watch him lock his one reminder of home away and then turn back to him, shove him to the bed and smile so *sharply*. Calls him such filthy words in a cruel tone.

"*Please, please don't do this—" he scowls at the command, but his body betrays him, slowly moves up to the head of the bed, draws the furs and blankets close so that he's lounging in a pool of soft fragrant warmth.

"*I-I've not d-done this before, I— please, I don't w-want my first time to be like t-t-this—" His legs fall open as he relaxes back, though his eyes fill with fresh tears as his face finally falls, his bravo broken down as Shinsou looms over him.

"Just relax, this will not hurt, I promise." A complete lie, he has no intentions of being gentle, it doesn't work for the story he'll be crafting, it's not as though Deku will remember *Shinsou* doing this to him. He can't wait to *break* him.

He presses a single mocking kiss to his forehead, nosing at his ear, his jaw, until he reaches his throat, placing soft kisses the entire way. Shinsou is *big*, tall and lean muscle and stupidly attractive, much bigger than Deku's small, weaker body.

It doesn't change the fact that his kisses, soft as they are, feel like fire, make Deku feel ashamed and filthy. Shinsou presses a tender kiss to his neck, soft and gentle like a baby kittens fur, before he's biting at his neck, teeth sinking into flesh as Deku *screams*.

He can barely think through the haze of pain as Shinsou trails lower, placing bite after bite on his soft skin as tears stream down his face. Each bite causes him to cry in pain, until he's a trembling mess as Shinsou finally settles his face between his thighs.

Every single inch of his skin is freckled and Shinsou wants to cover it with bruises—places smaller bites to his inner thighs, hands digging into the supple flesh of his ass as his thighs jolt and tremble under his mouth, even under the influence of his magic.

Despite the rough treatment Deku's cunt is *dripping*, flushed pink and smelling like the start of spring as Shinsou finally indulges, licks a single stripe up his cunt before pressing closer, tongue relentless against him.

Deku's voice is hoarse, hiccupping with each word as the pain of his fangs sink into his flesh. "Please, *please* don't—d-don't touch me, n-not there *please*—" he whimpers, breaks off with a terrified cry as Shinsou's *tongue* meets his cunt.

"*Stop it!*" No more formal tone, just a desperate cry, accent lilting closer to his mother tongue than the new one he learned to better communicate in this new land.

Shinsou *groans* against his cunt, nails digging into his ass as he pulls him closer, till his nose is pressed squarely against green curls. The screaming does nothing more than egg him in, tongue snaking out to flick over his clit as he sets an absolutely brutal pace.

Deku feels *something* in his stomach tightens, feels hot pleasure course through his body despite the aching bites marks, realizes with a terrified sob that's he's going to *cum* just from this monsters tongue. "*Stop please, p-please—!*"

The coil snaps so quickly Deku can barely register it, just *screams* as he cums against Shinsou's mouth, a mouth that eagerly laps at him as wave after wave of pleasure slams against him. He sobs in relief when Shinsou finally pulls away from his overstimulated and abused cunt.

Shinsou isn't nearly through with him, not even close, allows his magic to slip so Deku can move slightly, not enough to get up and run, but enough so he can *squirm*. He grips onto his hips, picking him up and flipping him so his stomach is pressed to the bed.

It's a bizarre feeling, being so panicked inwardly, his body reacting to the stimulation physically, but unable to move and properly express either of those states. His entire body starts to shake once the magic slips, he can't move his arms, can't cover his chest, can only shake

Shinsou moves his body so his ass is up, cunt open and vulnerable as he presses against Deku, cock rubbing at his cunt as he *coos*. He screams again, feels hot tears streak down his face, hiccups and sobs as Shinsou looms over him.

He's *huge*, there's no way he's going to fit without tearing Deku in two— "*Please don't, don't do this, just let me go, please—**please**, I don't want this, PLEASE—*" One of Shinsou's hand encircle his wrists and pins them to the bed, his other gripping tightly at his hair.

His face is slammed against the blankets as Shinsou slams his cock into his cunt in one swift move, teeth sinking into his neck again and drawing blood that he licks away before repeating the process on the other side. Doesn't waste any time as he starts hammering into him.

Deku screams when Shinsou thrusts into him, voice cracking at the end as he feels himself *stretch*, tries to kick his legs out but instead just barely wiggles his hips, bucking up against Shinsou's cock before he's slamming into his aching cunt, making him scream *again*.

The stretch is intense, it *burns*, and Deku is full on sobbing, now, shaking his head and trying to turn away, anything to try and distance himself. "It hurts, y-you're hurting me—" He feels the bed starts to slam against the wall as Shinsou sinks *more* into him.

"*Stop it, please, PLE—*" He breaks off with a painful scream as Shinsou's teeth sinks into his shoulder as he cock slams back into him, a deep *growl* coming from Shinsou, causing Deku to grow more terrified.

Shinsou isn't gentle with him like he promised, and even though he feels distant from his body, he can already feel bruises forming, at his neck, on his hips, his thighs. "*Y-you said you'd be gentle, b-but you're not even doing that, y-yOU'RE HURTING ME—"

Shinsou lessens up in how hard he's thrusting, lets go of Deku's hair as that hand moves to tightly grip at his hip, fingers digging in and drawing blood. "*You can scream and cry, but it can only sound like you're enjoying it~*" His magic shifts to allow for the command.

He pulls out of him completely, cock teasing his abused cunt before slamming in with each of his next words. "*And. Stop. Fucking. Talking.*" He doesn't need a maid coming to see what's happening and ruining all his fun.

"Stop it, *s-stop pl-ple—aaah~*" Deku's eyes widen and then shut tight as he feels his words leave him. He tries to scream, to cry, but it no longer sounds pained and desperate like before— the cries are breathier, his screams higher-pitched and lilting.

Even to his own ears, he sounds like a bitch in heat, and he hates himself for it. Shinsou is heavy and hot and so *close* and Deku can't do anything but lay there and take it, whimpers underneath the relentless hammering into his cunt.

The room fills with squelching noises as Deku's cunt eagerly takes his cock, Shinsou's lips twisting into a smirk as the screams turn into cries of pleasure, a coo leaving his throat as he wraps both hands around Deku's hips, completely covering them.

"Such a good little whore for me~ A virgin yet it feels like you were *built* to take my cock~" Deku is *tight* around him, warm and oh so very wet despite the tears streaking down his face.

(CW/ breeding)

"*I'll turn you into nothing more than a babbling whore that can't wait for me to get back to fuck you, and breed you, over and over and over again~*" A soft coo as he lovingly, mockingly, strokes at his back. "You'd like that, wouldn't you~?"

Deku shales his head as he cries- he can't *say* no, but there's nothing commanding him against using nonverbal cues. He shakes, whimpers, and then lets out a moan that surprises even himself- he means to scream, and yet he sounds exactly like the whore Shinsou describes him as.

He feels dread curl in his stomach, along with a feeling that tells him he's close to cumming- is he going to be kept like this forever? Under Shinsou's spell, good for nothing but warming his bed and taking his cock?

The thought has him sobbing all over again, though it sounds much more pleasured than he actually feels, but isn't that a lie if he's so close to cumming? Shame mixes with the heat in his stomach as he mewls against the sheets, drool collecting and falling against the sheets.

"What would your kingdom think of you? Taking the cock of the man who conquered your kingdom~?" Each moan makes him *delight*, knowing they're supposed to be screams- the sluttier it sounds the harder he's screaming after all. A price to pay for denying him in the first place.

A free hand moves to start rubbing against his clit, cock *throbbing* inside him as he gets closer and closer to his own orgasm. "*Tell me the truth, are you fertile~?*" Regardless of the answer he's going to breed him, fill Deku's cunt with his cum until it's oozing out.

Deku feels *livid* at the jab to his kingdom even as he cries and writhes, bites back an angry scream that will only come out as a moan. His hips buck at the attention to his clit- he's touched himself there before, late at night, but Shinsou's fingers feel so *different*.

He stutters when he speaks, voice breath and desperate, "*I don't know-*" before he breaks off into a keening moan, his hips bucking up again as he prays Shinsou won't cum in him. He's already been reduced to a whore, he doesn't want to carry this monster's children.

Deku shakes his head again, more fervently this time, hates how his body betrays him and trembles at the touch, moans under the cruel attention and thrusting. He shakes as he cries, looks back at Shinsou, and keeps shaking his head no when his pace doesn't bother slowing down.

Oh, he doesn't know, even better~ Shinsou *growls* against his ear as he pinches at his clit, magic heavy in the command as he *purrs*, "*Cum for me~*"

The command takes hold and Deku *screams* when he cums, feeling filthy and betrayed as his hips buck and his thighs shake, tears streaking down his face as he breaks off into heavy breathing and soft, breathy little whimpers.

The feeling of Deku clamping around his cock is what sends Shinsou over the edge, slamming in deep as he cums, thick stripes filling Deku so much it spills out down his thighs, as much as he would enjoy staying just like this he has a plan he has to fulfill.

Deku shuts his eyes and turns his face to the side, tries not to even look at Shinsou as he cums deep inside him. He can feel cum dribbling out of him and down his thigh, feels the way his entire body thrums with pain where he was bit, grabbed, *hurt*.

He mournfully pulls out of Deku, watching his body drop like a puppet with its strings cut as he gets off the bed. He watches with delight in his eyes as he watches the way his body trembles against his sheets, thighs shaking so much he can barely see the bite marks.

Deku isn't sure if it's better or worse when Shinsou pulls out and moves away, and he keeps his crying to soft sniffles and hiccups that sound just slightly off as he collapses. He's not sure he could move if he wanted to, not with the way his legs feel like jelly.

"*Get dressed and wait for me to come back out*." A simple command before he's moving out of the room to grab clothing that will make it seem like he was simply relaxing in his room from his bathroom. Deku does as he's told, silent and begrudging.

Shinsou's cum is tacky on his skin and he wants very badly to wipe it off, but he isn't in control of his actions, can only moan softly in pain, though it sounds pleasured, as his body forces itself up and off the bed.

He simply gets dressed, ties his skirts and apron and buttons his bodice, then stands at the side of the bed, very still, his hands resting politely in front of himself. Tears continue streaking down his face, landing in small puddles on the floor.

He dreads Shinsou's return, is still caught up in terrifying imaginings of being kept here forever, nothing more than a hole to be filled.

Shinsou takes a few moments in the bathroom to think *exactly* how he'll be messing with Deku's memories as he cleans himself up. Wets a small clothe to wipe at his cock and neck, anyplace he'd be sweating at before pulling on his undergarments.

He also pulls on a simple pair of sleep pants laced up, not bothering with a top as he doesn't normally sleep with one. Satisfied with the imagery in his mind, with the way his magic thrums at the idea of being used more he walks back out.

He has to grin when he catches sight of how *pretty* his token looks, face a mess of tears and neck littered with marks and bruises. This would have been so much nicer for him if he had just listened, not nearly as violent.

He moves to tug at his skirt, chuckles when his head snaps up, eyes fearful as they peer up at him. "*Stay quiet, but I want you to struggle when I tear your clothing.*" His hand moves down to grab at his apron, pulling at it as it rips.

Deku feels chills under his touch, can practically imagine a zipper manifesting over his mouth, and once again he does as he's told, struggling when appropriate, shoving and Shinsou's chest and trying to pull away from his touch, to pull his hands away and to tear away from him.

Shinsou tears eagerly at his clothing, everything is torn in some way or another, with a particular focus towards his undergarments before he eventually finishes up. Grabs Deku's chin and tilts it back and forth, his other hand squeezing at his wrist painfully.

Deku wants to sob at the pain in his wrist, but no sound can escape him, not even when Shinsou rears his hand back and smacks him across the face. His eyes widen right before he's hit, and he *reels*, his head ringing and his face *sore*.

He can't even clutch his cheek, though, can't make a sound, silent tears run down his cheeks and he refuses to look at Shinsou, shuts his eyes tight, and just wishes he could be anywhere but here.

Shinsou moves to sit Deku at the bed again, after removing a blanket stained with his cum, wrapping a fur blanket that dwarves Deku around his shoulders. Shinsou grips his chin again and tilts his head to look at him, even as Deku keeps his eyes shut.

"*Listen very clearly to me.*" With each word he's going to say his magic will reach out, tear into Deku's mind, switches places around, and blurs faces as he messes with his memories. It's been so long since he's done this that it's *thrilling* pushing his magic like this.

"*You were doing your nightly rounds when somebody jumped you, pulled you into a secret passage, tore off your necklace, ripped into your clothing, and raped you. You're in an unfamiliar kingdom and you came to the king for comfort.*"

Shinsou grins at him, foggy eyes staring back at him but not registering anything. "*I just came back from trying to find the person who did this. On the count of three, you'll be released from my magic.*" He stands up and moves to unlock his door, turning back towards Deku.

"One, two," One more adjustment to his own clothing before he kneels in front of Deku, not touching him. "*Three.*" As his magic fully releases and returns to him.

Deku glares at him when he's made to look at him-but it doesn't last long, as his memories are rearranged and scrambled. It's a painful process, one that has him reeling more than the hit to his face. He fights against it, for what it's worth.

But it feels like putting one thing back in order and turning around to see twenty more out of place. He's quickly overwhelmed, made pliant, and molded as Shinsou pleases. And then, on three, it's like the curtains are pulled from the stage.

He erupts into pained, confused tears, sobbing heavily as he pulls the fur close to himself and clutches at his chest, where his necklace used to be. He's *distraught*- his keepsake from home, gone. It hurts more than the rest.

But perhaps that's just because he doesn't quite want to go into detail about what his faceless attacker did to him. He's sore and scared and *sad*, and he looks to Shinsou absolutely overwhelmed with emotion, shaking like a leaf.

"D-did you f-find him, m-my lord-?" A sniffle and he wipes at his face, hides in the softness of the fur-it smells nice. "I-I'm so sorry, to bother you, a-at this hour-" Shinsou face is concerned, makes Deku's heart clench because he must be bothering him.

"I did yes, was unable to recover your stolen necklace, but I took matters into my own hands. I take care of my own, you don't have to worry about him again. And when the castle awakens in the morning I will be changing the security."

A shake of his head as he pulls another blanket closer to Deku. "Please, use my bath to get cleaned up, you can stay here tonight, I will go sleep in my study. Nobody would dare to enter my chambers without reason."

Deku's face rises, then falls, his expression absolutely heartbroken, his necklace lost then. He presses a palm to his chest and tries, unsuccessfully, to bite back a fresh round of sobbing, muffling himself with his other hand.

"Th-thank you, your highness, I-I can't... I can't thank you enough-" His chest hurts, and it's hard to talk, sobbing like this, throat raw from screaming. Gods above, he's a *mess*, most unbecoming of a prince. But...Shinsou treats him so gently, so kindly.

Deku looks at him with a surprised and flustered expression, overwhelmed by his kindness. "My lord I, I c-can't impose upon you like that- I-I don't want to put your reputation in danger, o-or evict you from your bed, y-you've already been so kind-"

Shinsou reaches out to make sure the blanket is firmly around Deku's shoulders, hands sliding down to rest against Deku's knees as he continues kneeling. "I'll have the castle search for the necklace, I promise you I will find it."

His hands are so large and warm, such a comforting presence, especially after something so traumatic. Shinsou feels like a safe haven after a storm. "Th-thank you, so much, i-it-" he hiccups, wipes at his eyes, and continues softly, "It was a gift, from my father."

"I understand, I may have lost my family at a young age but I can only imagine what it must be like to lose something like that." His thumbs slowly rub circles into his knees, a sense of pride at the fact his magic is still as powerful as he remembers.

Deku blinks slowly, note that for later-he's heard rumors, of course, that Shinsou is a self-made conquerer, one that lost his family early in his life. It's part of what endears the common folk to him so much, so he's heard.

He's beginning to think his kindness also has something to do with it-a kind conquerer, who would have figured? He smiles sweetly at Deku and shakes his head as if it's not a bother.

"It's no small matter that something like this happened. I have a couch in my study to sleep on, a comfortable one at that. My reputation can and always will proceed me as a tomcat, but a kind one at that."

Deku flushes and keeps his head down, ever-polite- his highness is a *playboy*, then? But...a playboy with a kind heart, one looking to settle down perhaps. Deku glances down, trying to mind his manners despite his state, and wipes at his face again.

"Thank you, your highness...sincerely, thank you. I...I wasn't aware of such a reputation, you've been nothing but a true gentleman to me, your highness." He draws the fur closer.

"I've taken more than my fair share of people to bed, recently I've been trying to distance myself from that, need to start thinking about finding a consort." He pulls back to grab a simple black shirt from his dresser, lays it on Deku's lap.

"The door locks from the inside, I will return in the more, do not worry about your duties for the next few days." A playboy who treats him gently and offers his own bath and clothing and bed to a scared, fish-out-of-water foreign prince.

Perhaps...perhaps his earlier assumptions weren't as well-founded as he'd previously thought. He's rather ashamed of them if he's honest. "Th-thank you, your highness, I...I can't even begin to repay you," he murmurs, clutches the shirt tight to his chest, and stands slowly.

"I...I will go tend to myself. I...I hope the rest of your evening is pleasant, my lord, and that you rest well." Deku stands up and hesitantly courtesies once before he walks into the bathroom.

Shinsou bows his head slightly as he turns towards his dresser to pull out the box from earlier. Keeps it close to his chest as he leaves, heads directly to his study, where he sets the box down and opens it up to grab the necklace again.

He feels pleasantly tired, but he has to know about this pendant, everybody knows King Yagi used to be a powerful man, and Shinsou will not risk his entire kingdom due to one oversight. He runs tests on it the rest of the night before eventually falling asleep on his couch.

Deku cleans himself off in the lavish tub, is careful not to glance in the mirror when he's bare. He tries his best not to look at his body as he cleans himself, either, though he can't miss the bruises, the bite marks he feels on his neck.

He cries softly, tries to keep it down so that he doesn’t alarm Shinsou. He scrubs himself thoroughly until his skin is red, nearly raw from the friction and heat.

He towels himself off and slips into the black shirt— it’s large on him, reaches his knees, and hangs off one shoulder unless he constantly adjusts it. It’s soft, and it smells nice— as does Shinsou’s bed, which is large and plush and full of soft furs and blankets and pillows.

Deku curls up into something of a nest and falls asleep quickly, absolutely exhausted. His dreams are restless and unpleasant, though indistinct— he tosses and turns whimpers, and mutters in his sleep the whole night.

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