Bringing a Bitch to Heel

Ahsch stared dumbly at the naked, prostrate royal at his feet. "Wh-what...?" was all he managed, his brain having entered reboot mode at the shocking difference between the haughty and rude woman he had known, and the scared, worried girl in front of him.

Kirasiel took a deep breath. "I apologize for... no, I'm sorry for being... for being a cunt," she started. "I'm sorry that I always thought the worst of you and Avery, and tried to put you down at every chance. I'm sorry for causing so much trouble for you, all the time. I'm sorry that I... I betrayed your confidence and... and..." she took another shuddering breath. "Got you killed," she whispered.

"L-Lady Celes, that's not your fault, this isn't..."

"Please!" she interrupted. "I... the last time I felt even remotely as much guilt as I do now was in Sarvas. I know you... regret how you approached things then, but I... this feels right to me. You've saved me, multiple times, and in multiple ways. You saved Stella from Byr... from what they were going to do. And all I've ever done in return in ridicule and despise you, even as I looked for your help by bringing you here in the first place. And that's... I don't... I don't like being that way. I don't like the person I've become. That I've been."

"But still," Ahsch replied, switching between looking at her and averting his gaze from the naked, vulnerable woman, "this is overkill. And I can't... I can't really blame you for what happened, not with Byrdrek and Fauna - I understand I must have scared you when I suddenly started putting you under commands, and you went to the only people you trusted..."

"But I didn't trust them!" she exclaimed. "They were just the ones who made problems go away, and I'd never stopped to consider..." She let out a shaky breath. "I don't think you're the first one they killed because of me."

Ahsch sighed. "Their actions are not your responsibility," he said. "You made some poor choices and were ignorant of the consequences, but... look, you're here now, regretful, and willing to change and try to make things better. That's something. It's... good." He let out a nervous laugh. "And honestly, I'm not sure... what are you hoping to achieve with... this?" he asked, pointlessly gesturing to their current positions.

Kirasiel was quiet for a few long moments. "I... will be the Head of House Celes until I bear a son who will succeed me," she said slowly. Carefully. "Any husband I take will not - cannot - become a royal of my House. But they will still gain influence and power from that marriage. And as a young, marriageable lady, of a House in that position..."

"I'm sure suitors are lining up outside the suite," Ahsch concluded after she trailed off.

She nodded at the floor. "It's somewhat selfish... but I... You would stand to gain much, Lord Odestag. Enochiel. And putting my power at your disposal... I believe it would go a way towards restitution for my... my sins."

Ahsch blinked a few times as what Kirasiel said sunk in. "Wait, you... you want to marry me?"

Ahsch's voice was almost a shout as the realization hit him, and his guest shrunk away. "I-I didn't mean to offend..."

"Stop, no, that's not..." Ahsch sighed, dragging a hand over his face. "Get up. Please?" Slowly, Kirasiel sat back. She hesitated once she was kneeling up, then flushed and folded her hands behind her back and spread her legs slightly. Ahsch sighed again. "You don't... you can get dressed, this all isn't..." He waved his hand vaguely.

"Do you... may I speak my mind?"

"Yes," Ahsch said, jumping on the offer. "Please."

"I offer marriage not to... not only to escape the... hounding of various suitors, or to offer you power and influence that I believe you would do good with. I also offer myself, not as a bride, but as..." She swallowed, blushing heavily. "As husband and wife, nobody would think twice if I obeyed you... as a worshiper obeys their god. As a slave... a _Thrall _obeys and submits to their Master..." She looked panicked suddenly. "N-not that I... you have proven capable and... er... reliable at... managing those you are in charge of..." she made it almost sound like a question, as though she wasn't able to quite figure out how to word things. "And I... I believe I... I've made it clear I can't... can't be... trusted..." her voice was very soft, almost a whisper as she said it.

On impulse, Ahsch checked Heart Sight. Fear, guilt, remorse, anxiety - all these were present in Kirasiel's emotional aura. Humiliation was - unsurprisingly - there too, a hefty dose of it; but partially built off of that was arousal. There was also a not-insignificant amount of submissiveness. Fuck, Ahsch swore to himself. He'd been aware that his power over Kirasiel had aroused her some, even when she still hated him. He'd just tried to ignore it. Like I ignored most things about our relationship, he grudgingly admitted to himself.

He thought about what Kirasiel was actually offering for a long moment. He watched as her emotions shifted, anxiety growing as the silence stretched out. As did her humiliation, submission, and arousal when his gaze dropped from her face to all but inspect her naked, nubile body. "Say exactly what you are offering - what you want," he eventually said, holding her eyes.

Her lips moved for a moment, making several false starts, before she swallowed, visibly resolved herself... and then kowtowed again. "Th-this unworthy... petty... and hateful cunt... who has betrayed your limited trust already... humbly begs you to claim her and make... and make her into something worthy of your trust... to bring her to heel and train her like... like the bitch she is... so that she can be something you can be proud of..."

Ahsch's cock throbbed in his pants. Mouth dry, he forced himself to not reject her outright. His conversation with Kakais came to mind, the comments Rwnil had made... He was supposed to become a god of sex and domination. And prodding his divine 'knowledge,' he felt that there was an imbalance between Kirasiel and himself. One that could be fixed in a number of ways.

Including by doing exactly as she suggested.

Stepping forward, he stood right over the prostrate girl, his feet practically on either side of her head. "If you agree to this, you will not be allowed to back out."

"I... this cunt will not."

Ahsch had to swallow to continue. "You will become the lowest of my Thralls."

"It is only right - this cunt is not worthy of any better."

"You will get no special privileges, and likely won't orgasm much at all."

"This cunt does not deserve any such gifts."

"While I will rely on you to help guide your House properly - after all, _you _are the one who is to be punished, not those under you - you will be nothing more than a toy outside the public eye."

"It is all this cunt is good for."

"Swear it."

There was a quiet, almost... relieved gasp. "This cunt - known as Kirasiel Celes, of House Celes - hereby submits herself totally and utterly to Lord Ahsch Odestag, to Enochiel, God of Bonds, Sex, Dominance, and Bodies. Her body is his to do with as he pleases. Her submission is his to dominate as his leisure. Her sex his to enjoy or torment as he wills. Her bonds his to manipulate freely. She gives up all rights and submits them to her Master - her God - and asks only that he treat her as she deserves."

There was a shift in the bond between Ahsch and Thrall. No longer was it simply magicked there by Phashak. Kirasiel's Oath had taken effect, and now she was truly his.

"Up," he said. "Display my property to me."

A wanton shiver went through Kirasiel's body, as she obeyed, kneeling up with her legs spread wide and her hands behind her head, back arched to reveal her every curve. Ahsch knelt down and helped himself, his hands roughly cupping her large tits, exploring between her slick thighs, and sliding up and down her hips. He didn't try and make it comfortable - let alone pleasant - for her... which only seemed to spike her humiliation, submission, and arousal. He pinched one of her big, puffy nipples suddenly, then spanked her harshly when she cried out in pained lust. "Quiet, cunt," he ordered, his voice even.

Kirasiel's breath hitched and she shivered in humiliated delight. Ahsch continued to explore her body, roughly squeezing and pinching and slapping her, only seemed to increase how much she was enjoying things. He scoffed, pushing condescension and mockery into his voice. "You enjoy being treated like a piece of meat, cunt. Like a toy."

"This cunt-" Ahsch interrupted her with a slap, and she gasped lewdly in response.

"I didn't tell you to speak, cunt." He stood, then turned and walked over to his desk. "Heel." As he sat in his chair, he was treated to the sight of the curvy, gorgeous royal crawling along the floor as she rounded the desk. He pushed his chair back and gestured underneath. "Get in there. I believe there's a marriage proposal to write up, and some pretty little fuckmeat made my cock hard, so I need my cunt to fix that for me."

"Yes, Master, this cunt will please you with her mouth," she said, almost... Ahsch checked Heart Sight. She was eager.

As he picked up a quill and straightened a paper, Ahsch was somewhat surprised by how good his newest Thrall's fellatio skills were. Slow, steady bobs of her head, her tongue snaking out to caress every inch of his length, heavy swallowing when he went into her throat, and powerful suction on the backstroke. And quiet too. The perfect blowjob for getting things done - not too intense so as to distract him, and not so feeble so as to tease, but the perfect middle ground to keep him riding pleasure until he wanted something else.