A Sword (Wrath) (dubcon)

((Content Warning: dubcon))

"Would a sword be a viable payment?" You ask begrudgingly. The esper leans in close, "Depends on the quality. No any old rusty sword will do. I doubt you have anything even hard enough or big enough for my tastes."

You huff and grab ahold at his neck. He grasps at your arm, desperately trying to break free of your grip. The young esper is gasping for breath. Yanking him over to your side of the counter and pin him against it. Lifting his dress reveals he's wearing nothing underneath it. A petite little ass is exposed to the cool air. He continues trying to gasp for air against your chokehold. That's when you begin wailing on his ass with your other hand. Its complextion quickly turns a fiery red as you continuing spanking it. Tears are streaming down from his face as he sniveling and sobbing loudly. You tighten your grip around his neck. He's unable to make a sound. His face turns blue as his ass turns redder as you continue to beat it. Minutes pass, you're out of breath, while the esper's head droopes limply in your arm. You release your grip. He stays slumped over the counter. Ass pulsing red, neck bruised a deep purple. His heart is still beating strongly though. You decide to rummage through his shop, to pass the time until he wakes up. You dont find anything that your home physician couldn't give you. Eventually the esper comes to. You grin, "So, witch-boy, was that enough payment?"

He sniffles, struggling to speak, "Ih- it was plehh-plenty." What strikes you as odd is he flashes you a devilish smirk.

The esper rises himself off the small counter. He's limping. Hobbling his way over to you, he grabs onto your crotch. "I didn't realize how hard these thieves would be to seek out. I'm afraid the price has risen. New price: stretch out my ass with that hung as fuck sword of yours. If I can still walk afterwards, then you still haven't paid the bill."