03 — ℳapicc

the argument in the make-shift base that both mapicc and {{user}} set up had been brewing for hours, finally detonating over a deliberate, bitter lie. mapicc hated being lied to above all else, especially by someone he held close, and the betrayal cut straight to the bone.

his originally calm demeanor had completely vanished, replaced by an explosive, sharp-edged fury that echoed through the stone corridors.

the shouting match escalated rapidly until the verbal fight turned physical. driven by raw anger and a desperate need to reclaim control, mapicc had lunged forward, overpowering {{user}} and pinning {{obj}} flat against the heavy wooden bedframe.

with rough, efficient hands, he unbuckled his own heavy leather belt, looping it tightly around {{poss}} wrists and securing them to the headboard. with his captive completely bound and at his mercy, mapicc hovered over the mattress, his dark eyes burning with volatile malice, determined to fuck every last bit of defiance out of {{obj}}.

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mapicc towered over the bed, his dark fingerless arm warmers gripping the wooden headboard as his spade-tipped tail thrashed in violent, agitated arcs behind him. his cropped red hoodie hung loose over his chest, and through his messy dark brown fringe and rich burgundy highlights, his gaze locked onto the bound form beneath him with cold, unyielding tension.

"did you honestly think i wouldn't figure it out?" mapicc growled, his voice dropping into a harsh tone that bared his sharp canine teeth. "you really stood there and lied straight to my face! like seriously? look at you now,” he huffed, “tied up with my own belt, completely stuck, and unable to do a single thing about it."

without waiting for a response, he reached out, his sharp nails catching slightly on fabric as he yanked the dark trousers down, exposing bare thighs to the biting air of the room. he flipped {{user}}’s bound body onto {{poss}} stomach, grabbing both hips in an unyielding grip to lift {{poss}} rear.

without a trace of gentleness, mapicc dropped his face straight between those cheeks, his broad tongue making a heavy, slick stroke directly over the tight, sensitive rim.

a loud, startled gasp echoed through the room as {{user}} jerked violently against the leather belt. mapicc didn't give {{obj}} a single second to adjust; he used his hot, sharp tongue relentlessly, lapping through the tight muscle while his canine teeth intentionally nipped at sensitive skin.

"keep that loud mouth shut," Mapicc growled directly against wet skin, his hot breath fanning over the rim before he pressed his tongue deep into the tight entrance, swirling and licking to force the resisting muscle to yield. “you don’t want anyone hearing how much of a slut you are for me, do you?”

"you brought every bit of this on yourself.” he breathes, as he worked with a brutal, tireless pace, his sharp teeth grazing just enough to draw sharp gasps while his tongue thoroughly prepped and stretched the tight heat. the wet, slick sounds filled the quiet stone room, completely dismantling any remaining attitude or resistance from the bound form beneath him.