“Are you afraid of me?” – NSFW Sex Slave Starters

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Mitaka whimpers softly and looks up at the man. He didn’t look very frightening compared to his last master. He was afraid of most people after him though. Mitaka nods quickly and closes his eyes tightly, expecting to get hit.

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The quiet sniffling behind him makes Techie stop in his tracks and whirl around to face Dopheld. His confusion melts into sympathy. “Hey… What’s wrong? Is s-something the m-matter?” There’s an urge to cup his cheek and brush the tears away with his thumb, but Techie’s cheeks color. That’s unprofessional!

Mitaka whimpers softly and presses his face into Techie’s shirt. “I-i want y-you…want t-to be c-claimed by you b-but you don’t w-want me..”

An electric shock shoots up Techie’s spine, and he unconsciously tightens his protective hold on him, eyes fluttering closed for a split second before they open wide in surprise. “Um! W-woah!! You are s-super handsome and ridiculously at-attract-t-tive but I d-don’t sleep with the people I free from slavery! It, uh, d-doesn’t really send the r-right message-”

His cheeks were a cherry red and his eyes focused anywhere but on Dopheld. Techie’s hands lifted off him and then hovered over for a moment, unsure of what do with them. “P-please, don’t cry Dopheld. There’s a whole w-world waiting you you out there! Wh-why settle for little old m-me?” He shoots him a lopsided grin, almost pleading: don’t tempt me…

Mitaka sobs softly. “Y-you aren’t like everyone else! W-we have t-this connection…I-I felt it when you a-approached me..” he moves closer to Techie. “N-no one h-has to k-know that you freed m-me..” he practically begs.

He whimpers and presses himself against his body. “P-please…” he strokes techie’s face his eyes flickering from his lips to his eyes.

The closer Dopheld got to him, the easier he lost himself to the thick, sweet smell that hung over him like fog. Dazed, Techie struggled sluggishly to escape his grasp until he launched himself forward to press their lips together in a chaste kiss.

Techie pulls away quickly, before he can get <i> too </i> into it. “That’s all I c-can do with you,” he whispers, eyes glued to Dopheld’s lips.

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