Bad End Part 6 - Never let the pain stop

[goldenglasses]

CW: Noncon, dubcon, gaslighting, violence, imprisonment, confinement, bondage, sex toys, humiliation, body modifications, forced feminization, child death, sex slavery, forced pregnancy, degradation, miscarriages, mental manipulation, drug use, overdose, restraints, violence, torture, monster fucking, and everything awful. I feel I'm forgetting some warning so please be careful if you're reading this as we are going to go very dark.

Things only continue to get worse. Vash continues to spiral and loose himself the more the mind breaking continues. The mages continue to use Cyril like he's nothing but a toy to use and throw away. Yet, any chance they have to have together the love Vash and Cyril share together stays strong. For now that remains unbroken. With every day only getting worse that will continue to be challenged.

Cyril tries to look Vash in the eye. He may be disappointed by the way Vash's eyes drift to the side towards Cyril's shoulder. He tries to do it slowly and not draw attention to it, but as he's looking for it, it will be easy for Cyril to spot.



[name reference:
Chasind Warrior - Enid
Pack Leader - Roderic
Pack Warrior - Hyde
Pack Rogue - Alpin
Right bastard - Shira
Mage Male - Durand
Mage Female - Duclea
Creepy 'Doctor' - Nikolai
French Lady - Elyna
Mage - Arabelle
Mage - Eirk

Elf slave leader: Taenya
Taenya's son: Marikoth
Half-elves: Kythaela and Lierin
Cyril's replacement name: Lyra
Human Slave: Sarah
Master's Friend: Rupert
Two slave boys: Poppet and Honey
Cyril and Marikoth's child: Cassandra
Cyril and Vash's kids: Alex and Soren

The mages
Vash's master: Titus
One into elves: Claudius
Third mage: Aelius
Poppet and Honey's creator: Appius

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[goldenglasses]

Vash tenses when his brother's hand comes into view. Clearly expecting a slap or a strike of some sort.

With a defeated voice Vash will continue to speak to the ground unless his brother forces him to look up. "I was drugged then. I'm not now." And that hurts more. He's so desperate.

[samahl]

Knives moves his thumb to trail along Vash's lower lip. "And you're only asking this now because you're too much of a coward to ask Lavellan."

[goldenglasses]

Vash sighs and closes his eyes. "Yes. I'm a coward." And before he can stop and think about it, he suddenly sucks on his brother's thumb. His body quacking in unnatural excitement.

[samahl]

Knives lets himself take a sharp breath. He's been trying to stay impassive about this whole thing, but watching Vash do that is making that facade start to break.

"Don't run this time," he says. "Don't whine about it being wrong. Don't blame me after."

[goldenglasses]

"I won't run and I won't blame you." He's asked for this after all. "But you know this isn't what brothers should be doing."

[samahl]

Knives pulls his hand away then. And takes a step back. "That's what they think. Those mortals. Even the elves now.

We aren't then, Vash."

[goldenglasses]

When that hand is taken away, Vash makes a small noise of despair and finally looks up at his brother. The desperation and need clearly on his face. "Maybe we are different, but sex-- it's-- it should be something between lovers, not family."

[samahl]

"Hm. Do you have one of those, Vash?" Knives asks. His voice seems so light, as if he's only asking out of simple curiosity, but everything about that question is sharp and designed to hurt.

[goldenglasses]

It twists his heart that he can't immediately say yes. If he could he'd be with Cyril right now instead of wishing a hole would form and swallow him up.

"I do, but he's suffered something traumatic and needs time and space to recover."

[samahl]

"Hm. I'm sure he's doing just that," Knives says. He sighs and turns away from Vash. "If he's yours, though, and this isn't something family should be doing, you should go find him and explain to him how bad it is."

[goldenglasses]

"I can't." Vash manages to keep his voice steady and avoid sounding like he's whining. His body throbbing and wet. He really doesn't want to get into this right now and tries to just leave it at that.

[samahl]

Knives sighs. He pulls away from Vash fully and goes towards the door. "You and Lavellan fucked at the river, didn't you? I'm going to go there. I'll send one of my people here to watch over the boys. After they arrive, you can choose to meet me or to go get Lavellan. But, if you talk anymore about how wrong or unnatural it all is, I don't want to see you there at all."

[goldenglasses]

"Yes sir." He sounds absolutely miserable and doesn't follow Knives.

He waits for the person Knives sends to arrive. He doesn't look at them. The shame devouring him as he leaves the cabin and heads towards the river. Trying to tell himself and pretend that he's going there to meet Cyril.

[samahl]

Knives is waiting for him on the riverbank. He can sense when Vash is there but he doesn't look up at him. Instead, he's watching the way the water flows gently down the river.

[goldenglasses]

Keeping his head down, Vash glances towards the water as well. Only all he can think about is this is the spot where he ruined his relationship with the man he loves so much.

He takes a breath and lets it out slowly. "Please, help me... brother." He specifically uses the word brother to show Knives that he's giving in. "So I can properly protect my children." That's it. He's doing this all for his sons. They're all that matters.

[samahl]

Knives takes another long, slow breath. "Come here," he says. When Vash moves closer, Knives pulls him closer, trying to get him to sit in his lap. If Vash does that, he'll pull Vash into a kiss.

[goldenglasses]

His brainwashing has been weakening a little each day, but with his bodily needs overwhelming him, he falls back to the "training" Titus had instilled in him. He comes closer as soon as his brother commands him to. At first he doesn't understand what his brother wants. He starts to get down onto his knees. Thinking his brother is demanding a blow job first, but it's easy for Knives to pull Vash into his lap.

Despite knowing what he's here for, the kiss still comes as a surprise. His stomach goes cold and twists in disgust, but his cock throbs in maddening desire. Immediately he returns the kiss and even wraps his arms around his brother's neck as he deepens the kiss.

[samahl]

Knives touches Vash gently, trailing his hands over his back before he starts to slowly tug up his shirt so that he can touch the scarred skin of Vash's back.

[goldenglasses]

Vash tries to ignore the way his stomach feels and turns off his mind. Falling into the desperate heat that has been building. Knives is going too slow. He tries to yank and pull his shirt off faster for his brother.

[samahl]

Knives tugs off Vash's shirt and then adjusts so that he can hold onto Vash and flip them around. He's able to hold onto Vash with powerful arms and turn them so that Vash is on his back against the cool grass and Knives is looming over him.

Once he's in that position, Knives works to take off the rest of his clothes.

[goldenglasses]

It's easy to move his brother into any position he desires. It's been a long time since Vash has resisted sexual advances. He's learned the hard way that he should stay in whatever position he's shoved into no matter how uncomfortable it may be for him. It's the best way to keep those he cares about safe.

This? This is actually nice. The dress is cool and somewhat soft against his burning skin. His chest heaving with a spiraling desire. He avoids looking at his brother's face. Trying to pretend he was anyone other than his brother. Instead his eyes are hungrily focused on his brother's pants.

[samahl]

Knives doesn't move at all to take off his own clothes. Instead, he exposes Vash's scarred body and trails his pale hands along his hips. His hands move to stroke and explore, until one hand is stroking Vash's cock while the other reaches between his legs to tease the lips of the near-finished opening.

[goldenglasses]

Vash's legs are already quivering by the time Knives touches him. His fingers will quickly become slick with Vash's wetness when he teases that opening. Vash inhales sharply and arches his back. "K--Knives!" He pleads, but it's so hard for him to think straight right now.

[samahl]

Knives doesn't respond. Instead, he just focuses on moving his hands to pleasure Vash. His gaze is focused on Vash's body and what it takes to get him off. If he seems like he likes it, Knives will push his fingers in and out of Vash's body while his other hand continues to stroke Vash's cock. The movement is faster than others might be able to handle, and it feels like his skin is the perfect temperature as he tries to drive Vash towards his peak.

[goldenglasses]

It's clear that Vash is enjoying everything that his brother is doing. Vash moans loudly and constantly with each touch of those fingers. He looks away and closes his eyes. Pretending it's Cyril's hands in him. Even though those fingers are much too big to belong to Cyril it helps him relax a bit more.

To the point that he starts to rock his hips. Desperately wanting to fuck himself on those fingers as his brother strokes him. Without wound up he's been all day it doesn't take long before Vash is shouting and hot release comes sprouting forth.