Cambrian’s Emporium of Everything (Multiple Settings)

Poll Winner

Themes: Defeated, Fucked Silly, Master/Slave

Summary: Cornering Tatsumi one night, Esdeath challenges him to a fight, winner takes all. Specifically, the loser will belong to the winner from that point on. With little choice but to fight, Tatsumi accepts. Obviously, Esdeath is expecting to win. But instead, she finds herself at his feet, defeated. In the end, Tatsumi realizes he has to give her what she wants... so that he has some semblance of control. As it turns out, he's a bit of a natural. 

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“I’ve found you, Tatsumi. There’s no escape this time.”

Tatsumi grits his teeth, forced to acknowledge, at least inwardly, that she’s right. Before him, General Esdeath has cut off any chance of escape. He shouldn’t have gone off on his own like this, but with his Teigu Incursio now fused within him, he admitted… he felt unstoppable. Untouchable, even. And yet here he was, frozen in place by the presence of this woman who had propped up the corrupt Empire for so long.

And yet, Esdeath didn’t even care about that, did she?

“Come, beloved. Come and finally join me at my side.”

No, she still wanted him and only him. Growling, the dragon he’s become taking umbrage with her desire to own him, Tatsumi whips his head back and forth with a snarl.

“I refuse.”

In response, the icy-haired General of the Empire just smiles coldly.

“You’re in no position to refuse… but I shall offer you a deal. One final attempt to make you come with me willingly. We shall fight here and now, you and me. We shall fight… and the loser will belong to the winner from this point on.”

Tatsumi’s red and green eyes narrow at that. Any time before he fused with his Teigu, Esdeath would have wiped the floor with him. Even now, it was likely she would win, wasn’t it? Likely… but not guaranteed. Did she know how much stronger he was now? Was she offering him this because she respected his new strength, or was she ignorant of the chance she was giving him?

“You will not get this opportunity again, Tatsumi. This is a one-time offer.”

Her warning tone comes with an expectant look in her eye. As though she ‘knows’ he’s going to refuse. This lends some credence to the theory that she’s actually not aware of just how strong he is now. And that… that only increases his odds of success, doesn’t it?

“Fine.”

Esdeath blinks in surprise as he glares at her angrily. She’s clearly taken aback by his willingness to take her up on her offer.

“One fight. Winner takes all.”

It’s not like he has a choice, right? Even if he’s not likely to win, he’s still trapped here, all alone, against the insane sadist of a General. If he doesn’t take the only opening offered to him, he’s dead either way… or worse, captured and stuck in a dungeon again. No, his only option is to fight. Of course, even if Esdeath wins, which she’s likely to do, he has no intention of keeping his word and serving her willingly. But if she thinks he might… then she might just hold back a little bit more, upping his chances of victory.

“T-Truly? Ah… well then! Show me what you are capable of Tatsumi! Show me where your confidence stems from!”

With that, Esdeath lets out a mad cackle, her expression one of utmost glee as her battle lust all but explodes out of her. There’s no more time for Tatsumi to think things through… all he can do is fight to survive and try and win.

-x-X-x-

“I… I lost…”

Esdeath had NOT held back at all. Several of her blows had been fully capable of killing him. And yet… as Tatsumi stands before the kneeling, defeated General, he’s just as shocked as she is. He won? Was his new power truly so great? He was this strong now, to be able to low even General Esdeath low?

Towering over her, the young man clenches his jaw. He hadn’t really stopped to consider what would happen if he won. Would Esdeath keep HER word?

“You belong to me now. I own you.”

He says it with absolute confidence, but inwardly he doesn’t feel any of his tone. Internally, he waits to see if she will object or fight him or even try to flee. But instead, Esdeath stares up at him with wide eyes for a moment… before slowly nodding.

“Y-Yes… I have lost. I belong to you now, Tatsumi.”

It’s not enough. Immediately, he knows it’s not enough. He should be happy. He should be ecstatic. By all accounts, Esdeath should now be able to help him and his allies overthrow the Emperor and destroy the Empire once and for all. And yet… it’s simply not enough. The chains she’s willingly wrapped around her throat are brittle. As brittle as his confidence. She’ll buck eventually. He just knows it.

He needs to set the record straight right here and right now. He needs to… in order to properly tame Esdeath, he needs to give her what she wants on HIS terms. With that realization, Tatsumi straightens his back and clenches his jaw.

His spine is like steel as he reaches down… and frees his cock from its confines right in front of her. He’s not remotely hard, but as her eyes go wide and she stares in open-mouthed awe at his dick, it begins to twitch. He doesn’t let his current lack of arousal stop him from grabbing her by the hair, knocking her hat to the side and forcing her close.

“Suck it.”

“I-I… y-yes…”

Seeing the great Esdeath turned into a stuttering, stammering mess is certainly something. The reason why becomes apparent the moment she takes him in her mouth and begins inexpertly but enthusiastically sucking his cock. With a hiss, Tatsumi slaps the General across the face almost on instinct.

“No teeth!”

To her credit, she looks apologetic at least as she adjusts her efforts and slows down a hell of a lot in order to not accidentally nip at his dick as she bobs up and down his member. Tatsumi grunts, his cock slowly but surely growing harder by the second in her mouth. His member inflates, inch by inch, until he’s fully erect. His arousal grows with it of course, the feeling of having Esdeath on her knees before him… filling him with a certain sort of sensation.

The dragon he’d become likes this. For all that Tatsumi hated Esdeath and the way she supported the Empire he’d come to despise, the dragon in him loves dominating a strong woman like this. Tatsumi finds himself letting out contented little growls, even as his hands card their way through Esdeath’s hair, gathering up her ice-blue locks into a makeshift ponytail. Finally, he snarls.

“Open wide. Relax your throat.”

He’s acting purely on instinct… draconic instincts, perhaps. But as soon as Esdeath obeys, he goes ahead and does it anyways. He fucks the General’s face.

“Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”

Back and forth along his rock hard cock she bounces, her head sliding up and down his throbbing length. He forces his way down the back of her throat, groaning in enjoyment of her tight, flexing esophagus and gullet as he does so. Her hands fall to her lap, gripping tightly at her pants as she lolls out her tongue along the underside of his member.

Even as she chokes, gags, and gurgles on his dick, Tatsumi doesn’t let up. Even as involuntary tears well up in her eyes and then drip down her cheeks, he doesn’t stop. Drool, saliva, and slobber all collect on her chin before dripping down onto her chest, staining her uniform… and still he keeps going.

“Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”

This right here… it feels right. It feels proper. Esdeath is his now. His servant. His slave. He owns her, and he will make full use of that fact in any way he likes. Looking down into her watery eyes, Tatsumi grins a savage grin while he fucks her face, taking out every last gripe, every last grievance he has with her. Until finally… he passes the point of no return.

He doesn’t bother warning her. Why would he warn his cum rag that he’s about to cum? With a throaty groan and a toss of his head, Tatsumi explodes into Esdeath’s throat, damn near drowning her on his load as he cums and cums, filling her convulsing gullet. She swallows as best she can, but just as much comes back up, exploding out of her nostrils and the sides of her mouth.

By the time he’s done with her, the General is barely recognizable. As he pulls out, staring down at what he’s just done, Tatsumi actually starts to feel a little guilty. Has he gone too far? Has he crossed a line? It’s Esdeath… but even still, for the sake of his own soul he should never have-

“M-More… moooore~”

Torn from his thoughts, Tatsumi gapes down at the ruined woman kneeling at his feet. Through a bubble of cum that expands out of her mouth before popping, Esdeath groans a raspy groan.

“Use me, Tatsumi… don’t stop… use your slave to your heart’s content.”

In the end, that’s all the dragon in him needs to hear. If she’s enjoying herself, not only has he failed to make her pay properly for all of her sins… but there’s no reason for him to worry about corrupting his soul, when she’s like this. She wanted more? He’d give her more.

Tatsumi snarls, using the makeshift ponytail he’s pulled her hair back into to spin Esdeath around and force her face first into the dirt. She lets out a throaty groan as he does so, not fighting him in the slightest when he rubs her face into the ground. In fact, she willingly lifts her hips higher into the air, as if she knows exactly what he’s going to do.

Well, he’s not about to let that stop him. With a contemptuous use of his power, Tatsumi rips Esdeath’s uniform off of her. Not just the pants either, but the whole damn thing. He shreds her clothing over the next couple of minutes, ripping it all to shreds and tearing it away until she’s barely clad in tatters. Every part of her body is exposed at this point, and he reaches down and around to fondle one of her breasts as he towers over her.

Despite just cumming, he’s still rock hard, his cock throbbing with need as he eventually moves his hand from her breast to her cunt, feeling her up. She’s absurdly wet. Incredibly aroused. It’s clear that Esdeath isn’t just a sadist, she’s also a masochist. She truly believes all of that shit about strength and weakness doesn’t she? She doesn’t just believe it; she gets off on it. Her weakness has led her here, and his strength is what’s putting her in her place… and she’s ENJOYING that.

With yet another growl, Tatsumi stops wasting time. He grabs hold of his cock, lines up with Esdeath, and slams into her cunt a moment later. He stretches out her insides on his member without hesitation, her slippery wetness making it all too easy to do so. She’s still quite tight though, a combination of her clearly not getting any, plus her overall athletic figure.

Her inner walls flex and grip down around his cock in a way that only someone as muscled and toned as Esdeath could possibly do. Her pussy tries to hold him in place… but Tatsumi isn’t having it. He punches in and out of Esdeath’s cunt with his entire cock again and again, beginning to jackhammer down into her. He’s crouched over her form, as she lays there face down and ass up, in a position of complete and total humiliation.

The more he fucks her, the more aggressive he gets. It helps that she can take it. It helps that she’s begging for more, in between the moments where he makes her eat dirt. Every time he doesn’t focus on holding her head down for long enough, Esdeath manages to lift it up so that she can speak to him, so that she can egg him on further.

“H-Harder, Tatsumi! Harder!”

He doesn’t like to be told what to do. Especially by the woman who has signed herself up to be his fucking SLAVE. In the end, he lets go of her hair and plants his boot on the back of her head instead, positively snarling as he presses her face further into the dirt.

“Don’t… don’t call me that. You don’t get to use my fucking name anymore bitch. You don’t get to call me Tatsumi, or beloved, or any goddamn thing. You… you can call me Master. Because that’s all I am to you. I’m your fucking Master.”

It feels as right as it feels wrong. Maybe if Esdeath were crying or wailing over it all, or maybe even if she was stoically taking what he was dishing out while simply enduring it all… but no. The bitch is actively participating in her own defilement. She’s urging him on. She wants him to fuck her, to dominate her, to cause her no small amount of pain.

At a certain point, Tatsumi begins to realize Esdeath was right. She was always right. They WERE perfect for each other. He just never wanted to accept it. He never wanted to believe he could be this man… but this is who he is now. The dragon within him positively purrs in satisfaction. Tatsumi wishes he could say it was for the sake of their cause… that breaking Esdeath upon his dick was part of some master plan to truly turn her against the Empire once and for all.

That might have even been how it started, but now? Now, as he claims her cunt for himself, orders her to call him Master, and fucks her deeply from above while planting a boot in the back of her head, Tatsumi admits the truth to himself. He likes this. He LOVES this. And he loves more than anything putting this fucking bitch in her place.

As the epitome of hate-fucking continues, Esdeath cums for him. She actually orgasms on his cock as he continues to fuck her without reservation and without mercy. Grunting in surprise at first, Tatsumi has to regain control of himself, lest she milk him of his own release. He’s not fucking DONE with her just yet…

However, all things eventually come to an end. And while he loses track of just how many times she climaxes along his length before that end arrives, eventually it proves to be too much. With a hoarse groan, Tatsumi cums a second time inside of Esdeath, this time creampieing her cunt, filling her womb with his seed. He pumps his entire fucking load into the defeated General, fully making her his woman in all the ways that matter.

As he pulls out of her, Tatsumi stands there panting, looking down at his new slave… even as Esdeath turns around and shuffles up on her knees to take his cock in her mouth and begin cleaning it off.

Of course, he’s traded one problem for another with this move, hasn’t he? Esdeath was no longer a threat to their entire rebellion… but he did now have to find a way to explain to the members of Night Raid just how the fuck he’d ended up with the General as his willing, eager sex slave…