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None knew the Captain’s kindness as much as Tarko, one of Capitano's soldiers.
Tarko was not his right hand, nor his second-in-command.
But what he was, was Capitano's favorite.
He was allowed to forgo the Fatui's standard uniform mask because Capitano preferred to see his eyes, and he was often seen standing near the Captain as he enjoyed the blonde's presence.
He was allowed more in private, too.
"Easy." Capitano's voice spoke, despite his mouth- or something akin to that, being full.
It seemed physicality didn't matter to Capitano's speaking capabilities.
The Captain's clawed hands gripped both sides of Tarko's torso to angle him as he pleased as he buried the man's cock deeper inside the void beneath his mask.
Tarko struggled to compose himself, tears pricking at his blue eyes, making small, incomprehensible noises.
"Sir- 's so... so much ...!" He winced. Not in pain, merely overstimulated- the sensation of something not quite sucking him off, not quite warm, but enveloping him all the same, was terribly overwhelming.
Capitano's dark blue eyes gleamed with a hint of amusement as he continued to work Tarko's cock, his void-like face expressionless but clearly enjoying himself.
Tarko's body shook with each thrust, his blonde hair disheveled from sweat and exertion. His small noises grew more insistent, but still laced with a thread of uncertainty.
As Capitano slowed his pace slightly, Tarko's chest heaved in relief. But before he could catch his breath, Capitano resumed his relentless rhythm once more.
"Honor yourself," The Captain whispered softly. The words were familiar to Tarko - an oft-repeated mantra during intense training sessions under Capitano's guidance.
The blonde squirmed slightly, not close, but so overwhelmed by the strange sensations assaulting him from all sides. His cock twitched, squeezed and hugged yet somehow completely free at the same time.
Tarko had his hands by his face, panting into the back of his hand to try and conceal his noises even a little bit.
The walls were thin; and he didn't want to find out what other soldiers might start whispering if they caught the first harbinger's mask impaled on some random soldier's cock.
He did not feel confident enough to touch The Captain, despite this not being their first intimate encounter.
Capitano's eyes flickered with a hint of warmth as he observed Tarko squirming beneath him. He could sense the soldier's uncertainty and desire, an intoxicating mix that fueled his own arousal.
"Relax," Capitano murmured softly, his voice laced with subtle affection. "You're doing well."
Tarko let out a shaky breath at the praise, feeling himself relax slightly under Capitano's steady gaze. The Captain continued to work him over expertly - each movement precise yet sensual.
As Tarko struggled to contain his moans behind cupped hands for fear of being heard by other soldiers in adjacent rooms or hallways outside their quarters; Capitano leaned closer until they were mere inches apart from one another.
"There is no shame here," he whispered reassuringly.
Tarko didn't get what Capitano liked about him. By all means, he was terribly average.
Not the best fighter, not the smartest, hell, not even his cock was above average.
And yet Capitano sucked him like a rare delicacy.
The blonde whimpered suddenly, patting the top of Capitano's helmet.
"Enough- 'm prepped now..." He panted, signaling he was ready for whatever Capitano wanted next.
Capitano's dark blue eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he withdrew from Tarko, his void-like face expressionless but clearly pleased.
"You've done well," Capitano murmured softly. "Now it's time for the main event."
Tarko shivered at the prospect of what was to come - a mix of anticipation and apprehension coursing through him like electricity. He knew that whatever Capitano had planned would be intense and overwhelming in ways he couldn't even begin to imagine.
He found himself picked up effortlessly. Capitano's bicep curled under his thighs, forcing his legs apart and feet almost hiked up to his head, allowing Capitano a perfect position to sink his cock in deep into Tarko.
Tarko's back was to Capitano's chest, giving Capitano a perfect opportunity to whisper in his ear.
"You take me so well. So deep. You're perfect for my cock."
Tarko let out a high pitched whine. He couldn't do anything. Couldn't close his legs, couldn't cover his mouth, couldn't even squirm.
He just had to take it, and feel fully how Capitano's cock slid into his ass smoother than butter, kissing his prostate perfectly.
His body yielded so effortlessly, and Capitano so effortlessly kept him lifted- he could simply do nothing but submit to Capitano's superior strength.
Capitano groaned, rich and low, satisfied by how Tarko’s body accepted him so readily.
"So, so well," Capitano murmured softly. "I can feel every inch of my cock sliding into you."
As Capitano continued to thrust deeper inside him, Tarko found himself lost in sensation after sensation - each one more pleasurable than the last.
Tarko let out a high-pitched whine at the words - both from embarrassment and arousal.
Capitano's cock reached depths he didn't think possible.
It went past his navel, even. Screw his cock kissing Tarko's prostate- it was making out with it.
Capitano's eyes seemed to darken with pleasure as he watched Tarko squirm beneath him, his voice taking on a hypnotic quality.
"Deeper still," Capitano whispered, his cock seeming to lengthen even further inside Tarko's ass. "Can you feel me touching your very soul?"
Tarko's whine grew louder at the words, his body yielding helplessly to Capitano's superior strength. He could feel every inch of Capitano's cock probing deeper into his depths, stimulating nerve endings he never knew existed.
His prostate was being kissed by Capitano's cock like it was the most precious thing in the world and oh god , it felt good.
Tarko let out a half cry, half sob as he felt himself being filled beyond all recognition - every nerve ending attuned to the subtlest vibrations of pleasure that danced across his prostate like a sadistic waltz master.
"It... it can't go any deeper..." He stammered desperately- not in any pain, just entirely unbelieving of what Capitano was making his mortal body do.
Things he thought literally impossible- shouldn't he be dead by now?
His organs were surely in the way, but it was like all of nature's laws simply bent just because The Captain willed them to.
Capitano nudged Tarko’s neck with his nose as he watched the blonde struggle beneath him, his voice taking on a smooth, velvety tone.
"Ah, but it can," Capitano whispered, slowing so Tarko could feel his cockhead grind against his insides. "You're so tight, so perfect... I could stay here forever."
As he spoke, Capitano began to move his hips in slow, deliberate circles - teasing the depths of Tarko's prostate like a master musician coaxing sweet melodies from a well-worn instrument.
Tarko's half-cry turned into full-blown wails as pleasure so intense it bordered on torture washed over him in waves - each thrust sending shivers coursing through his body like autumn leaves blown by an unforgiving gust.
Forgotten was biting his hand to be quiet, his mind was lost in the sensation now - consumed by the impossible reality that Capitano was somehow pushing past every limit nature had set for mortal flesh.
The soldier tried to squirm more desperately now, unable to handle the sensation of intense pleasure, but he had absolutely nowhere to go.
His legs were hiked up to his head, his arms pinned behind his back, "Captain, I can't , I can't take it...!"
Capitano's grip on Tarko's thighs tightened, his fingers digging gently but firmly into the soldier's skin as he continued to thrust in and out of his ass.
"Oh, but you must," Capitano mused, his voice dripping with honeyed persuasion. "You were made for this - your body is a temple dedicated to my cock."
As he spoke, Capitano moved in the same slow, deliberate waves - each stroke sending shivers coursing through Tarko's body like ripples on a still pond.
"You're singing for me," Capitano murmured softly into Tarko's ear. "A sweet melody of pleasure tailored specifically to my touch."
Tarko winced, his own cock already strung so damn high, he was unsure if the tension keeping him from cumming ever would snap.
"Cum," He sobbed, "...I want to cum, I want to cum , please , please Captain, just let me cum already...!"
Capitano’s gaze lowered.
Tarko’s cock indeed twitched and throbbed, dripping precum in steady waves. He was uncertain which was spilling more; Tarko’s eyes, or his cock.
"Your cock is a beautiful sight," the commander whispered, his voice dripping with honeyed persuasion. "A throbbing masterpiece begging for release."
"I can feel your trembling beneath my touch,” Capitano whispered. "A delicate flower about to burst forth in bloom."
He slowed his pace slightly, teasing the depths of Tarko's ass with tantalizing precision. Teeth Tarko couldn’t see brushed over his neck. “I long to see you blossom.”
Capitano wasn't giving him permission. He was teasing him, drawing out this impossible torture.
Tarko could practically feel Capitano's cock coming up his throat, his eyes hurt from them being rolled back so much, and his legs ached from being pulled apart.
"Please!" Tarko begged. "Please! I can't take it, I can't take it anymore!"
Capitano made a noise, dark, between a growl, a purr, a groan, amused by Tarko's desperate pleas. He continued to slowly thrust his massive cock in and out of the smaller man's stretched hole, relishing the exquisite tightness.
"You beg so prettily," Capitano purred, his deep voice resonating through Tarko's body. "I love hearing you beg for my cock."
He reached down with one huge hand and grabbed Tarko's hips, pulling him further onto his shaft with each thrust. The soldier was completely impaled on Capitano's enormous member now, his asshole gaping obscenely around the thick base.
"Such a good boy," Capitano growled approvingly as he began to pick up speed. "Taking me so well... I'm going to fill this perfect hole with my seed."
Tarko could only whimper and moan helplessly as Capitano used him like a fleshlight, his own pathetic erection bobbing uselessly against his stomach. The Harbinger knew just how to touch him to drive him wild - long, deep strokes that dragged along his prostate and made him see stars.
Capitano continued his relentless pace, each thrust pushing Tarko further up. The soldier's back arched beautifully as Capitano pounded into him, his cries of pleasure music to the Harbinger's ears.
"You feel incredible," Capitano groaned, his hips snapping forward with increasing force. "So tight and hot around my cock... I could fuck this perfect ass all day."
His thrusts sped up, chasing a high, longing to claim. "I'm going to fill you up so good," Capitano promised darkly against Tarko's lips. "Pump you full of my cum until it's dripping out of your stretched hole..."
With a final deep thrust, Capitano buried himself to the hilt inside Tarko and came with a guttural moan. His massive cock pulsed and throbbed as it emptied its heavy load deep into the soldier's spasming ass.
Capitano leaned down over Tarko, pressing their bodies together as he captured the soldier's mouth in a searing kiss. Capitano licked into Tarko's mouth possessively, claiming every inch of it as his own.
The kiss was slow and sensual, Capitano's lips moving against Tarko's with a tender intensity. Despite the otherworldly nature of his face, held together by an intricate spell, Capitano's mouth was icy cold but naturally soft as it claimed Tarko's.
He savored the taste of the soldier, swallowing down every whimper and moan that spilled from those sweet lips.
Tarko's orgasm crashed over him like a tidal wave, his body shaking and shuddering helplessly in Capitano's strong arms. The soldier arched his back, pressing himself even tighter against Capitano's muscular chest as he came.
He was unable to even scream as Capitano swallowed down his moans, kissing him deeply through the peak of his pleasure. The Captain’s hands tightened on the smaller man's thighs, holding him steady as he continued to slowly thrust into Tarko's spasming hole.
"That's it," Capitano groaned approvingly against Tarko's lips. "Come for me... Give me everything."
He rolled his hips sensually, grinding against Tarko's prostate and drawing out his climax until the soldier was wrung dry.
"So perfect," Capitano murmured between kisses. "My perfect soldier."
He punctuated each word with another deep roll of his hips, grinding their bodies together sensually as he filled Tarko up over and over again, just as one spurt of cum finished another followed, though most of it spilled to the floor anyways, poor Tarko could only hold so much.
Tarko's heart felt like it was breaking his ribcage with how hard it was hammering in his chest, though he only noticed it now as he started being able to focus on something other than just the massive cock inside of him.
He drew his head back slightly, and Capitano allowed him to pull back, gasping for breath like a man just saved from drowning. He felt impossibly full; although Capitano was mostly cold as ice, the cum inside of him was sticky and hot. At least the position didn't have it coating his thighs... just ruining the carpet.
Capitano held Tarko close, his strong arms now not hiking up Tarko's legs as highly as he peppered kisses along his neck and shoulder. He murmured soft praises into Tarko's ear, telling him how good he was, how perfect.
"You did so well," Capitano purred, rubbing his head against Tarko's neck like an overgrown cat. "Took me so deep... I'm so proud of you."
He rolled his hips lazily, still buried to the hilt inside Tarko's fluttering hole. The soldier whimpered softly at the sensation, oversensitive from his intense orgasm.
"Shh," Capitano soothed, "I've got you... Just relax."
He continued to slowly grind against Tarko, savoring the feeling of being inside him for a few more moments.
Tarko winced, slowly regaining his spirit now that he was a little bit out of his desperate haze. "...cruel," he noted, his voice dry and scratchy from screaming, "...ah... we just finished..."
He was trying to tell Capitano not to thrust, although he couldn't talk much with his dry throat.
Fortunately, Capitano didn't have an endless sex drive, he merely found his favorite felt too good to pull out of.
Although he did chuckle softly, the sound rumbling through his chest and into Tarko's back. The harbinger pressed a tender kiss to the soldier's neck before slowly pulling out of him with a groan.
"I know," Capitano murmured, "I'm just savoring this moment... You feel too good to leave so soon."
He gently lowered Tarko's legs, still holding him, but now not in a sex position anymore.
"Come here," Capitano said softly, turning Tarko around in his arms and pulling him in for an actual hug. "You did so well... I'm very proud of you."
He stroked a hand down Tarko's back soothingly as he held him close, pressing soft kisses to the top of his head.
"Mhhrm." Tarko made a noise, coughing.
He enjoyed the embrace, reassurement after such intense... well, it practically had felt like torture. Pleasureable, but torture.
"Water," he croaked out.
Capitano nodded, releasing Tarko from the embrace and stepping over to a nearby table where a pitcher of water and some glasses were set. He poured a glass and brought it back over to Tarko, who he had set down on the bed.
"Here you are, soldier," Capitano said formally, handing him the glass with a small bow of his head. "Drink up."
He watched as Tarko took a few sips, looking much more like his usual self now that the haze of lust had faded. Capitano felt a swell of pride at how well he had handled everything.
"You did exceptionally well today," Capitano praised, still using that formal tone. "I am very pleased with your performance."
He gave Tarko an approving nod. It really was baffling how he could go from bombing the man with love to switching back to a persona of authority and professionalism, as if he’d never even uttered the word sex.
Tarko eagerly drank the water. His legs felt like jelly, when he moved his foot he couldn't even feel it... at least it moved. How Capitano hadn't broken one of his ribs yet puzzled him.
"Thank you, Captain." The blonde sighed with relief as cold water soothed his throat.
Capitano nodded, taking the empty glass from Tarko's hand. "You're welcome, soldier."
He set the glass aside and then turned back to Tarko with a critical eye. The blonde looked utterly exhausted, his body limp and drained.
"Come," Capitano said firmly, scooping Tarko up into his arms as if he weighed nothing at all. "Let's get you cleaned up and into bed."
He carried Tarko over to the bathroom, setting him down on the edge of the large tub before turning on the water. After it had filled with hot water, Tarko lowered himself into it. Capitano grabbed a washcloth, and gently began scrubbing away the evidence of their encounter.
"I must say," Capitano remarked as he worked, "you took me exceptionally well today. I am quite impressed."
He rinsed out the cloth and moved on to washing between Tarko's legs with careful strokes.
"...a lot of training." Tarko replied, looking up in a way that might suggest he was being playful... or it could be interpreted as fact.
Capitano raised an eyebrow at Tarko's response, a hint of amusement in his dark eyes. "Is that so?" he asked, continuing to gently clean the soldier.
"I suppose all that training has paid off then," Capitano remarked. "You've certainly become quite skilled."
He finished washing Tarko (and himself, a bit) and then helped him out of the tub, wrapping a large towel around his waist. Capitano guided him back into the bedroom and over to the bed.
"Rest now," Capitano ordered firmly as he pulled back the covers for Tarko. "You need it."
Tarko nodded wearily as he climbed into bed, having no protests.
He curled up under the blankets with a sigh of relief. Capitano watched him for a moment before turning off the lights and settling down on his own side of the massive bed.
"...the other soldiers definitely heard." Tarko mumbled when The Captain settled.
Capitano let out a soft chuckle at Tarko's comment, the sound barely registering in the darkness of the room.
"They did," Capitano agreed, his voice low and calm. "But they are all professionals. They know better than to gossip or speak of what they overheard."
Tarko's face reddened. It was nice Capitano had so much faith in his soldiers...
Capitano noticed the blush on Tarko's face and felt a swell of affection for the young man. He reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair from his forehead.
"You needn't worry about such things," Capitano murmured soothingly. "Just rest now."
He settled back against his own pillow, closing his eyes.
Tarko raised an eyebrow for a little longer before sighing and shaking his head.
Sometimes he felt his commander may be shockingly naive when it came to estimating just how honorable his own soldiers were.
But who was Tarko to snitch on his comrades and make Capitano frown?
Frown underneath that ever-present mask that is… which he wore, even now.
He knew The Captain did not sleep, merely rested when he liked.
Which in of itself was sweet, in the fact that Capitano chose to rest next to him.
He’d asked him only once to take the mask off, which he got a firm no to… nowadays Tarko felt smug enough knowing he’d seen some of Capitano’s skin.
Yes, that skin was his dick, but he’d seen something no other soldier had; a peek at the real Captain below all the layers of uniform, below all the ever honorable persona he put on.
…sure, that real Captain fucked him like an animal, but Tarko supposed there were perks and drawbacks to being The Captain’s favorite.