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Sebastian cackles, “How stupid are you?”
You had just used a paid revive and made your way to his shop. You looked away from him in shame.
“You had absolutely nothing of value in this run, you’re expendable, and you need to act like it.” He crosses his arms.
You look down at the floor. “Oh but don’t worry, I raided your body, you can have all of your stuff back—for a price of course.” His tone became laced with honey and his esca burned brighter.
You roll your eyes, he was such an asshole. “Fine, fine, how much do you want?”
“‘How much’? No, no, I’m not talking about files.” Sebastian grinned with his hands pursed together. “I want something else of yours.”
You swallow thickly, “I–I don’t have anything else, only assets.”
“You are you, though, right?” He bared his teeth. Your heart starts to quicken and you slowly back away from him. “Don’t be scared, I’m not gonna bite…” He leans down to get at your level, “Unless you want me to.” He chuckles at his own joke(?), and then it clicks—he’s not gonna hurt you.
“I usually would just want your assets but you see,” He clears his throat, “All of my different DNAs make me have different cycles than what I’m used to.” He looks uncomfortable to say his next words.
You quirked your eyebrow, telling him to continue. “And?”
“Will you,” He purses his hands together with a forced smile, “Help me?”
You cannot believe you’re genuinely debating this. He waits for your response.
“You are one of the only people who have made it to my shop today and will probably be the last.” He mumbles the last bit.
The room goes quiet, you think for a bit—Sebastian would definitely be a different and interesting experience.
“Okay Sebastian.” There’s a nervous tilt in your voice but you swallowed it down and followed him up to the little room behind the railing. He hoists you up before pulling himself up too. You look around the room, it seems like his room and, his nest?
Sebastian slides over to the pile of pillows and blankets on the floor—he definitely raided those from some dorms. He lays down on the blankets. “What do you want to do to me expendable?” His tone had become low and had a lusty drawl.
You nervously rubbed your hands on the pants of your uniform and began unbuttoning your own shirt with shaky hands. He took note of this and leaned further on the wall behind him, “What are you fidgeting for expendable?” You didn't reply as you undid his dress shirt.
He lazily smiled while he looked down at you straddling his tail—fidgeting with his shirt. It only made him more desperate for your touch but he wouldn't admit that.
The weird mating cycles he got stuck with from his mutated DNA is something he still
hasn’t gotten used to. He had spent so many cycles with his shop closed with him inside desperately fucking into his fist. It wasn't enough for him, he needed people, he needed someone to spend his heats with.
He started asking a few lucky expendables when he was getting real needy. When all he could think about was someone touching him—breeding him—but that was just the animal in him. He was still repulsed with how he often acted in his heats and tried to block them out of his head when they were over.
You finally got his shirt off and was admiring his chest when he snapped back into reality.
“Good, you're finally done fumbling.” He sighs.
“This is a once-in-a-life-opportunity expendable, there would be so many others eager and ready.”
You spread your hands over his torso, “Seemed like not many were that eager them.” His eyes widened as he thought of a reply, and he ended up just huffing.
“What happened to the ‘eager others’ then Sebastian?” You teased and you pinched one of his nipples. He looked away and brought one hand up to partially cover his face, he was too needy to keep up his sarcastic-sassy persona. It was slowly melting away the more he yearned for deeper touch.
“Expendable, please.”
You rolled your eyes and pinched both of his nipples. He squirmed and let out a high-pitched whine. “No! I meant—fuck!” You did it again, loving the noises you drew out of him. “God, you’re so desperate, you sound like such a needy whore.”
The end of his tail bucks into the air at your words—Of course he liked this. “And you like me talking to you like that? Where did your self-worth go Sebastian?” You feined concern as you crawled down his tail a bit. “Picking anyone who walked into your shop and letting them degrade you like this?” You grinned up at him.
His gaze was brought back to you at the loss of stimulation. “Bring the end of your tail here.” You point to the ground beside you. He gently brings the end of his tail up to you, so it was within your arm's reach. You smiled softly at him when you looked at the leaking slit. “Ready are we?” You teased him as your middle finger glided over the opening. He shuddered and accidentally whipped you with his tail.
“Sorry–”
You violently pinned the end of his tail to keep him down and dipped one of your fingers into the slit. He loudly moaned and sunk further into his nest. “You’re such a whore, begging anyone that comes into your shop to fuck you.” You didn’t even realize what you were saying, just rambling as you finger-fucker him.
“Oh my god!” His esca flickered and his ears twitched. “Moaning like a cheap whore, I bet you would even start paying anyone who comes in here for a quick fuck, you were getting that desperate hm?”
He nods with teary eyes, not even registering what he’s agreeing with. “Oh you look so pretty—writhing under me, completely fucked dumb.”
Your fingers drove into him further, hitting several bundles of nerves and he releases on your fingers. “FUCK!” He screams and flings his tail against the wall, leaving a giant dent. You jump off his tail at the bang.
“Fuck, sorry for scaring you.” He pants out. You walk over to him again and gently stroke his hair. “That was really hot…” You say and give him a little peck.
“While I’m still alive and you need me again, you better interfere with my radio.”
He softly smiles, “No.” Ugh he’s back to Sebastian.