Vayne licked his lips. This was something he could get used to. He had no particular disdain for Galad, but the one-sided rivalry had gotten on his nerves on a few occasions over the years.

He never imagined that he’d one day have his frustrations vindicated, but he had to admit, seeing Galad humbled like this was a pleasure unlike anything he’d ever experienced. He could happily relive this day over and over again.

Vayne’s only regret was that Arthur couldn’t join him. Well, it would only be a matter of time. When he succeeded—he was confident he would—there would be plenty of time to drag his compatriots deeper into the abyss of perversion that he’d discovered during his time with the hellborn.

Coiling his fingers loosely around the rigid shaft of his cock, Vayne stroked himself up and down a few times. The utter state that Galad had been reduced to was an incredible sight.

One wouldn’t think that the man before Vayne was the respected Knight-Captain of the Knights Protector of the Radiant Order. No. Such a posture was certainly unbecoming of such a respectable station. And yet, the man who held that title had his head turned to the side, cheek pressed against the floor, and arms sprawled above his head on the stonework.

Galad’s tits had been mashed into the ground, his spine arched in such a way that pushed his hips into the air, displaying the delicious roundness of his toned, muscular ass. The sticky wet ropes of Vayne’s earlier orgasm decorated the twin mounds and continued further down along Galad’s back.

It had barely been a few minutes since Vayne came all over Galad’s back and not only was he already hard again, he was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum all over his hand. It dripped down the underside of his cock, coating his knuckles.

Vayne chewed on his lower lip as he sucked down a sharp breath. The temptation to swat that hairy rump was nigh overwhelming, but he only just managed to hold back. After all, he could do so much more than just smack that tight ass.

Feeling rather impish, Vayne didn’t hold back his impulse to do something mischievous. He kicked his foot out—just the slightest bit—though of course, this was the foot buried almost entirely inside the tight, velvet heat of Galad’s asshole.

The low, delirious groan that followed was as music to Vayne’s ear. It wasn’t the kind of noise he’d have ever expected to hear from the old Galad, but it was a very fitting noise from the man who would serve as the welcome mat for the hellborn.

“B-Brother Vayne—!” came the strangled yelp from Galad as Vayne fucked his asshole with his foot. His previous orgasm had already made something of a mess on the floor under him but the back-and-forth motion of Vayne’s foot plunging in and out of his backside must have hit the right spot because his cock was stiff and dripping in an instant.

Vayne grinned as he watched Galad. Such a noble and dignified soul reduced to this. It was delicious. It reminded him of how he must have looked—how he must have begged when Master Azzagg finally broke him.

His cock throbbed as he reminisced. His heart and his hole both ached to be reunited with the hellborn to whom he’d dedicated his soul. He would have happily spent the rest of his life in Azzagg’s embrace—happily enjoyed the carnal pleasures of that distant world.

That wasn’t to say that Vayne resented his Brothers for bringing him back. He might have, at first, but he’d since come around. The void of Azzagg’s presence gnawed at him, but at the same time, the prospect of introducing his Brothers to the pleasures the hellborn could give drove him forward.

“You love this, don’t you, Brother?” Vayne hissed. He said “Brother” without even a hint of the respect that was owed to the title, allowing the two syllables to drip with every ounce of scorn and derision that he could manage.

Galad rode Vayne as if his life depended on it. Seeing those hairy cheeks part around the thickest part of his foot, only to close around the narrowest, was nothing short of art.

“I wish you could see what I see,” Vayne groaned as he pumped his fist up and down along the length of his cock. “Look at those pretty pussy lips clinging to me as you pull off of my foot, only to sink back inside when you push yourself back against it. Fuck. You were a born natural, Brother. You will make such a good foot warmer for our hellborn overlords.”

A shudder ran down the length of Galad’s body. It was delicious to watch. “Y-you think so, Brother Vayne?” he said, though he more warbled the words than actually said them.

Vayne leaned forward in his chair, pressing his foot deeper into Galad while he did so. “Oh, yes,” he said with a vicious grin on his lips. “I think you’d make an amazing foot-warmer. And once you’ve helped turn all the Brothers who serve under you into foot-warmers themselves, I’m certain you’ll prove to be the most worthless, pathetic, depraved foot-warmer of them all.”

Galad groaned, his spine arching just a bit more as pre-cum drooled out of the tip of his straining cock in a single glistening strand. “Y-yes, Brother! Light, yes!” he breathed. “I-I’ll show the others, too. How we belong in the dirt—how we should want nothing more than to be trampled by the hellborn’s big… musky… feet!”

Vayne stroked his cock. Fuck. He didn’t think he would ever get enough of hearing Galad simpering for the hellborn. Not to mention, the thought of an entire company of paladins reduced to a similar state… Light, the mere prospect of it was enough to bring him to the edge.

“I-I want nothing more than to be the lowest of the low, Brother,” Galad gasped as he bucked his hips against Vayne’s foot. “I will be their most desperate, most worthless, most depraved foot-warmer!”

“That’s the spirit, Brother,” said Vayne with a grin. “But bringing an entire company of men under the heel of the hellborn is bound to be an onerous task, especially for one such as you… I think you will need some help.”

“W-what do you mean, Brother Vayne?”

“Come now, don’t play coy with me.” Vayne chuckled. “You know as well as I do that this will be a two-man job.”

Galad’s brow furrowed. “I-I don’t understand, Brother.”

“Shut up. I’m not talking to you, bitch,” said Vayne, though he did rather enjoy the low groan that spilled from Galad’s lips when he bore down with his foot. “And there’s no use pretending. What do you take me for, a babe born yesterday? I can practically smell you.”

Vayne’s comment only seemed to worsen Galad’s confusion. “I-If not me, then who are you talking to, Brother?” Galad said, though not before gasping as Vayne kicked his foot out, jamming it into Galad’s sensitive guts.

“Who else?” said Vayne with a laugh. “Why don’t you come in, boy? Don’t think I’m ignorant of what you and my erstwhile Brother have been up to.”

The well-oiled hinges of the door to Galad’s study didn’t make so much as a sound as they eased open just enough to admit Marlin. The boy’s cheeks were tinged pink, though Vayne couldn’t quite place if that was because of embarrassment at being caught or arousal at what had been audible through the door. The lump in Marlin’s breeches suggested that it might have been a bit of both.

Marlin walked right up to the desk after closing the door behind him. He faced Vayne and lowered his head in deference. “I-I apologize for eavesdropping, Brother Vayne.”

Vayne had to admire the boy. It took talent to look and sound so genuinely remorseful. It was an act that might have fooled any Rector into clemency, but not Vayne. “You might as well drop the act, boy,” he said. “You need not ingratiate yourself to me.”

The change in Marlin’s attitude was abrupt. As soon as he was given permission, he rose to his full height and sniffed scornfully. “One cannot be too careful when one wishes to avoid the scrutiny of a Rector, Brother Vayne,” he said.

“While I am many things, I am decidedly not a Rector,” said Vayne with a quiet laugh.

“No, I don’t think so,” said Marlin with a smirk. “You don’t seem well suited.”

“In that, we agree,” said Vayne. “Now, why don’t we do away with the pretense? Grab a seat so that we might speak as men. You are the man in charge of the foot-warmer, aren’t you?”

Galad squirmed on the end of Vayne’s foot. “B-Brother, are you suggesting that I-I have—Light forfend!—p-permitted a squire to usurp my authority?”

Vayne fought the urge to laugh. The moment he saw Marlin, he’d pegged the squire as the cunning, manipulative sort. He almost felt bad to hear Galad trying to scrounge together some remaining scrap of dignity. Almost.

“Shut your mouth, you worthless little toe-sucker! Do you have any idea how much work I put into getting you wrapped around my finger?” Marlin barked.

“Days of patient bowing and scraping and playing coy to get in those unflattering breeches of yours! You had a stick shoved so far up that tight, hairy ass of yours that I saw the other end every time you opened your mouth to speak!” Marlin’s fury only seemed to grow with every word.

Marlin looked at Vayne’s foot, shoved most of the way inside Galad’s ass. If glares could cut, Vayne would have had a stump on the end of his leg. Jealousy and envy wafted off of him in intoxicating waves that made Vayne’s cock throb.

“I wasted so much effort buttering up that fucking beam in your fat ass hoping to take it out myself so I could introduce you to a much better pole and for what? Just so you could be your worthless, pathetic, bitch self and give it up to the next Brother that walked in through that door?!”

Marlin’s eye twitched. A vein popped on his temple. “I let you rub your dirty little bitch cock on my feet and this is how you thank me?!” Marlin spat. “I should expose your sorry, depraved, degenerate hide to the rest of the Order, but knowing just how much of a glutton for degradation you are, you’d probably enjoy that, wouldn’t you?”

After a deep breath, Marlin managed to collect himself. He looked at Vayne and said, “For the record, I do not blame you, Brother Vayne. You did what I think any man who hasn’t been gelded by this Church would. I just think it a pity you got to him before I did.”

Galad looked like he had something he wanted to say, but Marlin’s brutal tirade had had what Vayne could only assume was the desired outcome: it had silenced any further protest. Galad’s face was red with shame.

The flush stretched further than just Galad’s cheeks, as well. Marlin’s verbal lashing must have given Galad such a thorough humiliation that the flush of shame didn’t just turn the tips of Galad’s ears crimson, even the man’s broad shoulders and sculpted back were hot and red with embarrassment.

Marlin walked around the desk, tracing his fingers along the edge as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He made his way to the chair that Galad had vacated and sat down.

“As you wish, Brother Vayne,” said Marlin. He kicked off his shoes and peeled off his socks. Once he was barefoot, he placed both soles on Galad’s head and reclined in his seat. “Let’s talk.”

Vayne chuckled. He had to admire the squire’s audacity. Now that he’d been unmasked, Marlin had completely dropped the meek and demure façade. Doubtless, Galad was in for a rough time once he was gone—not that he had any complaints.

“I suppose I should start by thanking you,” said Vayne as he watched Marlin rub the soles of his feet back and forth against Galad’s hair. “I imagine it would have been quite a bit more difficult to bring out his inner bitch, if not for the work you did.”

“It didn’t stop you from moving in on my territory, though, did it?”

The corner of Vayne’s mouth pulled into a little smirk. “You’re an audacious young man, aren’t you?” he said with a laugh. There was something undeniably tantalizing about the cocky, self-assured arrogance that was just oozing from Marlin.

“I was this close to taking that sweet cherry myself,” said Marlin, holding up two fingers barely the thickness of a copper piece apart. “But I suppose you did make sure there won’t be any trouble using him from hereon, so I suppose that deserves credit.”

Vayne chuckled. “If you want him cherry, we can fix that,” he said.

“Can we?” said Marlin.

Vayne nodded. “It’s a simple matter, really. Interested?”

Marlin eyed Vayne with suspicion, but eventually relented with a nod and said, “Yes, please.” After a brief pause, during which he rubbed his cock through his breeches, he added, “Don’t get me wrong. I want him ruined and broken, but I’d like to experience breaking him in myself.”

“That can certainly be arranged,” said Vayne with a laugh.

“Y-you speak as if I-I weren’t right here. D-do I not get a say in t-this? D-don’t you think I-I ought to have a s-seat at the t-table?” said Galad. The fact that he continued to ride Vayne’s foot and was desperately trying to tongue at the sole of Marlin’s while he was speaking rather undermined the point he was making.

“Trash doesn’t get a seat at the table,” said Marlin, slapping Galad’s cheek with the balls of his foot. He turned his attention back to Vayne and shook his head. “I had always heard the stories about the Stalwart Sir Galad. I never imagined that deep down there was a weak-willed little toe-gobbler. To think that this would have been our first line of defense should an enemy ever come to our walls…”

The sheer disdain in Marlin’s voice sent a shiver through Galad’s body. Vayne felt the man’s hole seize and clamp around his foot, that velvet heat pressing down all around his toes with a vice-like grip as a low, mewling groan spilled from Galad’s lips.

“A mortifying idea were a true threat to come to Fort Radiance, I agree,” said Vayne with a laugh. “But a weakness to our advantage once our soon-to-be hellborn masters arrive at the gates.”

Marlin gave Vayne a thoughtful look. “Yes, I think you may just be right. Your unenlightened Brothers will not expect the Knights Protector to crumble the moment the hellborn come knocking, will they?”

Vayne grinned from ear to ear. “Indeed not.” While it would have been more diligent to convert all the paladins of the Radiant Order to his cause, he knew that the hellborn oft enjoyed the thrill of the hunt. He was deliberately choosing to attack only the most critical points of the Order’s defense to ensure that there would be plenty of fresh meat for Master Azzagg and his kin to subjugate, enslave, and break.

“I take it you are the cause of all this, then?” said Marlin.

“What of it?”

A low chuckle escaped Marlin. “I had wondered where these strange desires came from. Where this confidence came from. I used to be a weak, quiet,weaselly boy when first I came to be the bitch’s squire.”

Marlin lowered one foot to the floor. He flicked his big toe against Galad’s lips. The debased Knight-Captain couldn’t resist and quickly opened his mouth, tongue darting out to slurp at Marlin’s toes.

“I used to flinch whenever he so much as raised his voice,” said Marlin with a derisive snort. “Now, look at him. I could put my foot on his head and he would thank me for the privilege. I don’t feel an ounce of fear confronting him. Somehow, I know that I can put this bitch right back in his place if he ever gets any uppity ideas about our respective stations.”

Marlin turned his attention back to Vayne. “That is to say, I am grateful,” he said. “I feel renewed. Unburdened.”

Vayne grinned at Marlin. If the boy was feeling this positive about him, then it would make the next part easy. “You are most welcome,” he said. “And if you would repay that gratitude, I have just the thing in mind.”

“I heard,” said Marlin, his lips curling into a lopsided little smirk as he rubbed his cock through his breeches. “You think he will need my help.”

Vayne chuckled. “Yes,” he said. “I am but one man. I cannot drag the whole of the Order into depravity on my lonesome. I will need agents to carry out the work—and if I am to bring the Knights Protector under the heel of the hellborn, then I will need someone well-positioned.”

Marlin thought about Vayne’s proposal for a moment and then nodded. “So be it,” he said. “I am uncertain about serving the hellborn, but I would prefer their yoke to the Church’s. I have but one condition.”

“Tell me.”

“I am to take charge,” said Marlin. “I will not have a pathetic, spineless bitch serving the cause above me. I will not object to pretending to be his obsequious squire in the interest of keeping up appearances, but the hierarchy must be set.”

Vayne kicked his foot, eliciting a low, muffled groan from Galad, who had already taken the entire front half of Marlin’s foot into his mouth. “Do you honestly believe I would leave the details of such a delicate operation to that,” he said, with a pointed glance. “No. You seem the more sensible one, and so I will leave the subjugation of the Knights Protector to you.”

“It will be my honor,” said Marlin with a feral grin. The outline of his cock in his breeches visibly throbbed. With excitement, if Vayne had to guess. “I imagine the hellborn will reward those who play a part in bringing down the Radiant Order.”

Vayne smirked. “I imagine so,” he said. “In that case, this concludes our business. But one thing—”

“You needn’t say it,” said Marlin before Vayne could even finish. “I will make sure things remain discreet. It wouldn’t do well to have these schemes uncovered before we are ready to strike.”

“You understand. Good,” said Vayne. He pulled his foot out of Galad and made sure to watch, enjoying the way that Galad’s ass clung to his foot on the way out. It wrenched free with a lewd wet squelch, followed by a gush of ass juices that trickled down Galad’s taint and over his balls.

“I think I may have misjudged you,” said Marlin as Vayne was cleaning his feet off using Galad’s tunic as a rag.

“How so?”

Marlin cocked an eyebrow. “Everyone knows you’re Edric’s bitch,” he said. “Honestly, to hear him talk, I thought he was the one behind all this. But it made little sense. Where could he have come into contact with the hellborn? Come to find out, the bitch was the mastermind.”

That was a surprise. Vayne shook his head and said, “Is that what he’s been saying about me to the rest of the novices?”

Marlin nodded. He folded his arms behind his head as he presented both feet to Galad for cleaning. “Oh, yes. He says you do as he tells you and that your hole is the sweetest, tightest thing he’s ever had the pleasure of fucking.”

“How colorful,” said Vayne. Part of him was thrilled to hear about how far Edric had come. Another part of him was rather unsettled. He belonged to Master Azzagg already, after all. He didn’t want his squire to be getting any strange ideas—not that Master Azzagg had ever been one to begrudge sharing.

“Yes. Quite. He’s described your encounters in rather… vivid detail…” said Marlin with a smirk. “So forgive me for thinking that you were just like my bitch.”

“No forgiveness needed,” said Vayne. “I can be. The difference is, I’m not always. My Master enjoyed a great variety of things. I will happily subject myself to any depraved, degrading, indignity—and I will be just as happy to subject someone else to such.”

Marlin rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “I like that,” he said. “Well, in that case, give Edric my regards when you see him. I wouldn’t mind seeing him taken down a peg. He has become rather full of himself lately.”

Vayne chuckled. “I’ll do my best,” he said.

“You’ll try,” said Marlin with a little smirk. “And then we’ll see just how different you really are from this pathetic little cunt,” he added, as he hooked both big toes into the corners of Galad’s mouth and pulled them apart, forcing Galad to open wide with a comically degrading expression.

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The sun was half-set when Vayne returned to his chambers. The last rays of daylight cast dazzling colors across the landscape, colors that lit the outline of Edric’s silhouette as he looked out the window.

The reds, yellows, and oranges illuminated the contours of Edric’s body. His shoulders seemed broader than before, his muscles better-defined. He was growing quickly, developing the kind of physique that should have taken years of regular training.

Vayne couldn’t help but lick his lips. There were few things he enjoyed more than a sculpted back. Not to mention, the flare of Edric’s lats and his narrow hips gave his torso that delicious inverted pyramid shape that Vayne just couldn’t get enough of.

“You’re early,” said Edric, without turning away from the window. “I take it things went well with Sir Galad?”

Vayne chuckled as he closed the door behind him. “It was easier than I anticipated,” he said. “The squire—Marlin—had already done much of the work.”

“That’s good.” Edric looked over his shoulder, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You should strip down.”

Vayne’s cock twitched in his breeches. The deference that had been in Edric’s voice not too long ago was gone, replaced by the casual confidence of a man who expected to be obeyed. Vayne wanted to say that he had been like that before Master Azzagg broke him, but he didn’t think he’d ever been as self-assured as Edric was acting.

“Of course,” said Vayne. What Marlin had told him yet lingered in the back of his head. He had to do something about it. It wouldn’t do if he allowed Edric to spin out of his control. For now, though, he was willing to play along.

Edric watched with an amused smile on his lips as Vayne shucked off his shirt. His eyes smoldered as Vayne’s breeches slid down to the floor, followed soon thereafter by Vayne’s underwear. “I don’t think I’ll ever tire of this,” he said.

“I should hope not,” said Vayne with a quiet laugh. He could almost still feel Galad’s tongue thrusting back and forth between his toes as he pulled his socks off. The memory made his cock twitch.

“On your knees,” said Edric. This time, he didn’t just look over his shoulder. He turned to face Vayne, putting his back against the sunset.

The waning sunlight seemed to frame Edric’s features. His face had only seemed to mature, the line of his jaw more angular and handsome than it was this morning.

Vayne’s gaze raked down along the squire’s body, past the set of corded pecs and rippling obliques. He traced the ridges and valleys of Edric’s hard, cobbled stomach with his eyes and chewed on his lower lip as his gaze lingered over the perfectly deep-cut Adonis Belt that disappeared under the waistband of Edric’s breeches.

The command hadn’t even been necessary. Vayne was already halfway down to the ground by the time Edric told him to kneel. His cock swelled as his knees met the masonry, his manhood standing ramrod straight from between his legs as he tilted his head up to meet Edric’s gaze.

Edric crooked his finger and beckoned Vayne. “Closer,” he said, his voice low, husky, and amorous enough to make Vayne’s cock twitch. “On your hands and knees. Though I can’t imagine you needed me to tell you that.”

Vayne crept forward on his hands. The air of authority and cocksure confidence that Edric exuded was intoxicating. As legs straightened out behind him, he couldn’t help but arch his spine and angle his hips, pushing his ass into the air.

He didn’t want to slip too deep into subspace. If he hit the point of total surrender, there would be nothing he could do to remind Edric of his place. It was a task that should have come easy, but he had to admit, there was something about Edric’s bearing that made it so, so difficult not to submit.

“Good boy, Sir Vayne,” said Edric, a coy grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. As soon as Vayne was within reach, he cupped his hand around the back of Vayne’s head, his fingers threading through the soft locks of hair.

“I admit… I was looking forward to punishing you for not being true to your word. I’m somewhat disappointed to see you back so soon,” said Edric. “But I suppose good behavior is to be rewarded, not disincentivized.”

Edric placed the thumb of his free hand against the waistband of his breeches. He’d already unlaced the front, not that it did much to hide the delicious outline of his fat cock snaking down his right pants leg.

He slipped his hand down the front of his breeches and fished his cock out. Vayne watched the mouth-watering lump in the fabric move with wide eyes and a low groan.

As much as he might have wanted to take Edric’s cock into his mouth then and there, Vayne took a breath to steel his resolve. “I heard something interesting while I was visiting with Brother Galad,” he said. “Care to guess what it was?”

Edric’s lips pulled into a thin line. “I was rather hoping we’d get to the fun part before we started talking business, Sir Vayne.”

“Oh, this is something you’ll be interested to hear, I wager,” said Vayne with a little smirk. He looked Edric in the eye briefly, but his gaze was ultimately drawn back to the squire’s cock as it waved back and forth in front of his face.

“Alright,” said Edric. “I’ll humor you. But only because you’ve pleased me by coming back before you said you would.”

Vayne chuckled. He was sure the tiniest little taste of Edric’s cock wouldn’t be too bad, but he had to resist. He had to stay strong. “Marlin told me you’ve been talking to the other novices about me,” he said almost breathlessly after only just managing to pull back from locking his lips around the side of Edric’s cock.

“And so I have,” said Edric. “Why? Is that a problem?”

“Not necessarily,” said Vayne.

“Then I fail to see why you seem to think I’d be interested in hearing about this,” said Edric. “I’m not a man of infinite patience, you know, Sir Vayne. If you’re intent on wasting my time, I’ll take myself elsewhere.”

Vayne fought down the impulse to plead. “Marlin tells me you’ve been going around giving people the impression that I’m your bitch,” he said.

Edric cocked an eyebrow. “And?”

Vayne shivered. His spine tingled. His hole twitched. Edric didn’t even bother to deny the allegation and there was something about the casual way he shrugged it off that made Vayne’s cock throb.

“Bit presumptuous, don’t you think?” said Vayne.

“I don’t see how,” said Edric. He reached down and grabbed Vayne by the cheeks. He tugged him up, so he wasn’t sitting on his feet but kneeling up. “You do what I tell you, you serve at my pleasure, and you offer your hole to me without hesitation for me to use as I please. Doesn’t that make you my bitch?”

Vayne’s heart skipped a beat. Getting handled roughly was a major turn-on. But he couldn’t let himself get dissuaded. “You forget yourself, Edric,” he said, his voice steady despite the powerful currents of need coursing through him. “I am a paladin, a sworn Brother of the Radiant Order, Knight-Captain of the Brighthand Regiment. In many ways, I am your superior!”

Edric smirked. “And in all the important ways, my inferior, Sir Vayne,” he said, his tone dripping with derision.

Vayne’s cock throbbed. Edric oozed with confidence. It was difficult not to get taken in by his self-assuredness. “You cannot claim what already belongs to another,” he said.

“Maybe, but I don’t see your supposed owner anywhere, do I?” said Edric with a smirk and a shrug. “Not much of a Master when he can’t even take care of his bitch.”

Vayne could tolerate many things, but he wasn’t about to let his misguided squire insult Master Azzagg. “It seems to me that you need to be reminded of your place,” he said. “And that I submit to you because I consent to your treatment of me—not because you have somehow subjugated me.”

It wasn’t that difficult, Vayne found, to tear his gaze away from Edric’s cock this time. He placed his hands on the squire’s hips, his fingers digging into the meat of the boy’s fresh bulk.

“You are a squire,” he said under his breath, a hint of acrimony and scorn creeping in. “You take charge because I let you.”

Edric’s brow furrowed. He grabbed Vayne by the wrists and said, “Let me go now—while I’m still feeling generous.”

Vayne chuckled darkly. “You have grown too big for your britches, Edric. You may have come far, but you are still green behind the ears.” Until this point, he had never exerted his strength against Edric, but it turned out to be surprisingly easy to spin the squire around.

“U-unhand me!” Edric growled. The sudden motion sent him off balance, forcing him to pitch forward when Vayne turned him around. He managed to catch himself on the windowsill but ended up hanging halfway out of it.

Vayne tightly gripped Edric’s hips, leaving no room for the squire to wriggle out of his grasp. He removed one hand and grabbed the waistband of Edric’s breeches with it.

He yanked down on the coarse linen, exposing the toned, muscular cheeks of Edric’s ass. Maybe he shouldn’t have been surprised to discover that Edric wasn’t wearing underwear, but it nevertheless gave him quite the thrill to see.

“Y-you fuck—Nngh!”

Edric likely had more to say, but the sharp, crisp smack of Vayne’s hand striking his ass shut him right up. He jolted against the windowsill, the tips of his ears turning red as a low moan spilled from his lips.

The corner of Vayne’s mouth turned up in a little smirk as he palmed Edric’s ass cheek. He kneaded it, squeezing, pushing, and pulling, enjoying the feeling of that tight bubble butt under his hand.

Vayne noticed Edric was straightening up, but he placed his hand on the squire’s lower back and pushed down. He was still stronger than Edric—when he tried to be, anyway—and kept Edric bent over the windowsill. “Stay down,” he said.

“Someone might see!” Edric protested.

“I distinctly remember that you didn’t seem all that concerned about discovery when you fucked me against the window last night,” said Vayne with a little smirk. “Now, be a good boy and take your punishment. It’s about time someone reminded you of where you truly belong.”