[Sion manages to nip him, before Ariel flinches away, letting go of one wrist to clap a hand over Sion's mouth. Beneath his hand a magical web forms, quickly covering and sealing Sion's lips.]
[While Ariel has one hand on his face he uses the freedom of his hand to slam the edge of his palm against Ariel's windpipe. It's not the best angle for momentum unfortunately, but even without weapons he's not without fangs.]
[He expects to be hit, so he's waiting for it, and an unseen force will stop Sion's hand halfway to its destination. A moment later a chain appears, a glowy, magical nonmetal, an pulls his wrist back to the bedpost.]
Oh, come on. You don't really think I'll let you get far now, do you?
[No, he doesn't think he'll get far, but he's incapable of giving up. If he gives up he might as well die, and he's got things to do so he can't. He tries to kick Ariel off, not replying in words, but there is an angry growl that accompanies his attempts.]
[Ariel laughs, clearly enjoying watching Sion struggle. He chains his other wrist, then takes advantage of his kicking to try to force his way between Sion's legs. His body may not be strong anymore, this time around, but he has so much magic now it doesn't matter. He loves feeling like a god. Being one. It's a unique high he doesn't think he'll ever come down from.]
[There's no winning. Sion knows there isn't, but he fights and resists and twists his hips and legs, trying to force Ariel away, keep himself as unavailable as possible, land any blow no matter how glancing. It's stupid, desperate, useless struggling but he doesn't stop. He's beyond talking, doesn't make any noise now, fully concentrating on being a pain, focused and raging coldly.]
[He puts up with it for awhile, but once he reaches a point where he wants to get somewhere, he stops, letting Sion struggle while he reaches for the rest of the bottle of wine. The remainder of the vial he used to drug the glass is in his pocket, and he jump dumps the whole thing in the bottle before dismissing the spell covering Sion's mouth and grabbing his chin, shoving the bottle in his mouth and upending it. He doesn't care if it gets everywhere. The red wine will be a nice contrast to the black and white on Sion and the decor in the room. Aesthetically pleasing, as icing on the cake to his attempt to get Sion dangerously full of unpleasant substances. He also doesn't care of it's too much. He can repair any damage, it's worth it just to get him as out of it and as turned on as possible.]
[He tries to spit it out, he tries to keep from swallowing but it only chokes him, he ends up swallowing most of it just to try to breathe, and the rest gets over his face and hair and the ivory sheets, staining everything. It really is a good contrast.]
[More importantly Sion's struggles change a bit as the drugs and alcohol just intensify in his system. For a few moments he's dazed, catching his breath from the forced drinking, but after that the flush tinges his skin up to his ears, his eyes go dark, pupils blown with arousal, his entire body feels too hot, his skin too tight, the touch of his own clothes a painful turn on. He makes a noise that he means to be an angry protest, but it's mostly just a lewd moan, his back arching. It's too much, too intense, it's really likely no one should drink all of the drug and wine Ariel just gave him, but he's still trying to hold onto his mind through the intense, burning need.]
[He tosses the bottle on the floor when he's done with it, instead sliding his hands into the draping folds of Sion's clothes, running his fingers gently up his chest and watching his face.]
This is much better, hmm? I'll summon more if you don't think you've had enough.
[He gasps and shivers at the touch, arching into it and then shuddering in revulsion at his own intense reaction. No no no no no no he doesn't want this. But there's an overwhelming need and disorientation, his entire body aches with want, and he's short of breath and dizzy and drugged to his eyeballs and whatever coherence he can grasp makes him want to cry.]
No...
[Even that protest is close to breathless and lewd.]
[He jolts, curls a little, gasping like he's been teased far more than just the few touches. It's too much, his skin's on fire and he feels, so good, and it hurts, it's too much. Too much too much too much. He can't think, but he has to.]
Please...
[The plea escapes him before he can bite his own tongue, eyes burning. Pain won't make him beg but he's barely got a grip on himself with the drug and alcohol mixing in his system.]
[There it is. He's found a better angle, a way to put another crack in Sion's stubbornness and drive a wedge into it. He smiles, falsely pleasant, visibly aroused and self-satisfied, and slides his hands lower, but not quit low enough.]
Please what, Sion? You have to be clear or I'll think you want to stay in this state for me.
[He shakes his head, jaw clenching as he bites his tongue. God he can't think clearly but he can hold on to not wanting to beg. He thinks he can hold on to that. Like this he's not sure. He's never felt so incredibly out of control of his own actions. He's been aroused against his will before but this is a different level, every touch is a sweet torture he wants, needs to arch into. It's not something he has skill or ability to resist like he can pain, it's terrifying but feels too good, why would he want to resist? It's awful and pleasurable and his mind is fuzzy and he feels so drunk and high and pleasant and he could get addicted to a feeling like this, the way he has to alcohol and weed, and that scares whatever part of him is still rational to tears even as he moans softly. His expression is horror but hazed over and flushed, so he looks more wanton than anything. No one could say he doesn't look into it, just from the noises he makes, the way he strains for more touch.]
[He trails over Sion's hips, unfastening his pants and dragging the cloth down, just out of the way so he can feel up his inner thighs with light teases.]
I can make this your life. You'd be mad with need every waking moment, but I'd only let you be satisfied at my command. There's nothing else you need to think about. You exist now only for my whim.
[He cries out and strains into Ariel's touch, already painfully hard, leaking precum and flushing in shame and fury and want.]
[He still has some sense of self under the maddening desire and dizziness. It's painful, and it feels so good, and he wants satisfaction and he wants Ariel to stop touching him and never stop and he feels sick. Not sure if that's from the drugs and wine or just everything else.]
No...
[Denial, rejection, he doesn't have power here, but he refuses to accept it, he won't repeat that "please". Not as long as he can think a little straight. He's stubborn, he won't. He won't he won't he won't he won't, he'll cling to that out of spite if he has to. He can barely form words.]
Right, exactly. That's what you're here for. And since you haven't clarified otherwise, I'll assume you agree to that plan. We'll see how long you can handle it.
[He laughs, low and content, running one fingertip along the shaft of Sion's cock, stopping to stand still at the tip for a second or two, just watching him. He's blocking him with his magic, so he can't actually orgasm no matter how good it feels. And after that pause he takes his fingers back and presses them inside him, rough but not too much so, knowing the pain won't be nearly enough to detract.]
[He panics a little at the pleasure. With his arms bound he can't push at Ariel but he strains against the magic, voice rough and strained and dripping with desire. He's genuinely afraid of this. He can take pain, he really knows how to take pain, but this is something else and he doesn't know how to defend against wanting more. How do you ignore something that feels so good when your body is overdosed on drugs and you can barely think?]
Stop stop--
[He wants to beg and stops there, arching against Ariel's touch, the intrusion of his fingers, god, he'll take being fucked if he can come, but he doesn't think Ariel's that kind.]
[Of course he's not. The whole point is to drive Sion to his limits and past them, if Ariel wants to. So he's cruelly attentive, curling his fingers against Sion's prostate and stretching him just so.]
[God it feels good, better than good, every touch makes him feel like he's going to come and he can't.]
[He can't and it's beyond frustrating, and he doesn't know if he can handle this, this isn't torture he's used to. He makes a choked noise and bites his lip, until it bleeds, and even that doesn't help at all, can't muffle his extremely wanton moans.]
[He keeps it up, steadily tormenting him, and with his free hand gently brushes over all the sensitive areas of Sion's thighs and hips. It's fun. This kind of torture is just as good as taking him apart.]
[He's panting and whining, twitching desperately with every touch. He doesn't know how to handle being this sensitive and it's too much, and he hates not having this control of himself. Yes, yes he wants, he wants to be fucked, or for Ariel to get him off, he just wants the over-sensitive painpleasure to come to some kind of conclusion, he needs to come more badly than he ever has and he's scared of how it feels so intoxicating.]
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Cute.
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Oh, come on. You don't really think I'll let you get far now, do you?
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[He puts up with it for awhile, but once he reaches a point where he wants to get somewhere, he stops, letting Sion struggle while he reaches for the rest of the bottle of wine. The remainder of the vial he used to drug the glass is in his pocket, and he jump dumps the whole thing in the bottle before dismissing the spell covering Sion's mouth and grabbing his chin, shoving the bottle in his mouth and upending it. He doesn't care if it gets everywhere. The red wine will be a nice contrast to the black and white on Sion and the decor in the room. Aesthetically pleasing, as icing on the cake to his attempt to get Sion dangerously full of unpleasant substances. He also doesn't care of it's too much. He can repair any damage, it's worth it just to get him as out of it and as turned on as possible.]
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[More importantly Sion's struggles change a bit as the drugs and alcohol just intensify in his system. For a few moments he's dazed, catching his breath from the forced drinking, but after that the flush tinges his skin up to his ears, his eyes go dark, pupils blown with arousal, his entire body feels too hot, his skin too tight, the touch of his own clothes a painful turn on. He makes a noise that he means to be an angry protest, but it's mostly just a lewd moan, his back arching. It's too much, too intense, it's really likely no one should drink all of the drug and wine Ariel just gave him, but he's still trying to hold onto his mind through the intense, burning need.]
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[He tosses the bottle on the floor when he's done with it, instead sliding his hands into the draping folds of Sion's clothes, running his fingers gently up his chest and watching his face.]
This is much better, hmm? I'll summon more if you don't think you've had enough.
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No...
[Even that protest is close to breathless and lewd.]
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[He flicks his thumbs over Sion's nipples, pinching lightly, vastly enjoying watching him squirm.]
You know, I could just keep you like this. You are beautiful out of your own control.
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Please...
[The plea escapes him before he can bite his own tongue, eyes burning. Pain won't make him beg but he's barely got a grip on himself with the drug and alcohol mixing in his system.]
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[There it is. He's found a better angle, a way to put another crack in Sion's stubbornness and drive a wedge into it. He smiles, falsely pleasant, visibly aroused and self-satisfied, and slides his hands lower, but not quit low enough.]
Please what, Sion? You have to be clear or I'll think you want to stay in this state for me.
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[He trails over Sion's hips, unfastening his pants and dragging the cloth down, just out of the way so he can feel up his inner thighs with light teases.]
I can make this your life. You'd be mad with need every waking moment, but I'd only let you be satisfied at my command. There's nothing else you need to think about. You exist now only for my whim.
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[He still has some sense of self under the maddening desire and dizziness. It's painful, and it feels so good, and he wants satisfaction and he wants Ariel to stop touching him and never stop and he feels sick. Not sure if that's from the drugs and wine or just everything else.]
No...
[Denial, rejection, he doesn't have power here, but he refuses to accept it, he won't repeat that "please". Not as long as he can think a little straight. He's stubborn, he won't. He won't he won't he won't he won't, he'll cling to that out of spite if he has to. He can barely form words.]
Fuck you...
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[He laughs, low and content, running one fingertip along the shaft of Sion's cock, stopping to stand still at the tip for a second or two, just watching him. He's blocking him with his magic, so he can't actually orgasm no matter how good it feels. And after that pause he takes his fingers back and presses them inside him, rough but not too much so, knowing the pain won't be nearly enough to detract.]
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[He panics a little at the pleasure. With his arms bound he can't push at Ariel but he strains against the magic, voice rough and strained and dripping with desire. He's genuinely afraid of this. He can take pain, he really knows how to take pain, but this is something else and he doesn't know how to defend against wanting more. How do you ignore something that feels so good when your body is overdosed on drugs and you can barely think?]
Stop stop--
[He wants to beg and stops there, arching against Ariel's touch, the intrusion of his fingers, god, he'll take being fucked if he can come, but he doesn't think Ariel's that kind.]
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[Of course he's not. The whole point is to drive Sion to his limits and past them, if Ariel wants to. So he's cruelly attentive, curling his fingers against Sion's prostate and stretching him just so.]
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[He can't and it's beyond frustrating, and he doesn't know if he can handle this, this isn't torture he's used to. He makes a choked noise and bites his lip, until it bleeds, and even that doesn't help at all, can't muffle his extremely wanton moans.]
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You want it, don't you?
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Stop it, stop it stop it stop it....
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[For now he can keep touching him, finally giving in to stroke his cock.]
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Who would--
[He can't even finish the sentence, trying to lift and twist his hips away, too good, too much, it needs to, if he can't come, it needs to stop.]
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