[ Reign was very much taken in by such a beautiful sight before him. Eyes so blue and fangs so sharp. He smiled back in return, feeling a tad bit bashful to be standing before a queen.
He gave her a bow, cheeks lightly flushed. ]
Thank you, Queen Diva, though I've to say you're much cuter than I am.
[She may be living in squalor but she's as confident and haughty as ever. Waving him in she moves to get comfortable. The bow pleases her, as does the sight of two glasses and a bottle of blood.]
[ If Diva were to be from Reign's world, she would essentially be either a Blood Lord or high ranking noble. So of course he would treat her respectfully despite her designation as a Submissive. ]
Thank you.
[ He stepped in, the layout of the room a mirror image of his own. Without a proper dining table, he opted for the bedside one. He poured first one glass, then the other, before bringing them over to wherever Diva would be. ]
Here you go, Your Majesty. [ He held the glass out to Diva, taking a sip only after she drank hers. ]
[With not much in the way of furniture, Diva's seated herself on the edge of her bed, legs dangling as she takes the offered glass. She takes a sip, seemingly pleased with the taste. It isn't the best she's had but it'll do.
[ Neither of them had much of a choice in this new world, but they could learn to adapt. Turn it into their advantage. Reign didn't know how yet, though he was willing to try.
He took a seat beside Diva, keeping a polite distance. He didn't drink yet, one index finger toying with the rim of the glass. ]
What you said earlier, do you mean it? Would you punish me? Allow me to... [ He swallowed hard. ] To submit to you?
[ It wouldn't seem right, since Diva was a Submissive like Reign, but he didn't care. What mattered was that she was a vampire, and hopefully willing to fulfill his desires. ]
[It's such a weird thing to ask for and she doesn't entirely get what he's after. If he wants her to hurt him she can do that, if that's what he means by punish.]
If that's what you want. If you want to be my new servant then by all means.
[Regin hasn't sipped at his drink yet but she's finishing hers off, tongue licking around the edge of the glass. No reason to waste a drop, right?]
[ "Servant" was an appropriate term that Reign was looking for. To serve her. Submission to her. There was a nervous excitement building in him, and Reign wondered if what he'll do next was the right thing to do. He didn't know if Diva will even be able to satisfy him sexually, but there always need a first step.
He got up and stood in front of Diva, glass in hand. ] Your Majesty... [ He began, then ever so slowly got down on one knee. But that wasn't the end. He shifted his other leg, now fully kneeling before Diva as he held his own glass up to her in offering. ]
Queen Diva, please take me as your servant. Use me as you see fit. Allow me to serve you. And... [ His cheeks began to turn pink, the tip of his ears as well. ] Please s-s-step on me.
[Your Majesty...Queen Diva...yeah, she's fucking into it. To say she doesn't miss the reverence her Chevalier showed her would be a flat out lie. She does, terribly so, and the way he kneels before her glass in hand...it reminds her of someone she hasn't thought of in awhile.
Poor Grigori...and yet he deserved everything he'd got in the end. She'd stepped on him too, hadn't she? Ground her heel into the side of his face while telling him more or less she was disowning him. Now here she was, being asked to take him on as her servant and willingly step on him. Not what she was expecting but hey, it works for her.
There's a grin from her as she moves to stick a leg out, bare toes finding one of his shoulders as she presses them against it. If she had anymore blood in the glass she'd be swirling it by now.]
[ For half a moment, Reign worried that Diva wasn't into lording over other, but the grin on her face was enough confirmation for Reign.
He let out a soft sound, a gasp, almost, to feel her bare feet on his shoulder, the pressure a comfortable weight. For one so small and petite, Diva clearly had hidden strength within her. ]
Oh~ Thank you, my Queen.
[ He raised the glass higher, using both hands this time. If and once Diva took it from him, Reign with move his hands to her leg, touching her calf in a reverant manner, head turned to press kisses along her soft skin.
Of course, if Reign wasn't supposed to do that, should have seek permission from her instead first, then she was free to punish him as she saw fit. ]
A considerate hum slips her as she leans forward to take the glass from him, wasting no time in drinking from it. She's not expecting him to run his hands up her leg though, let alone kiss the milky white skin of her calf. It gets a raised brow out of her and she raises her foot again in retaliation, digging her toes into the middle of his chest to push him back.]
What are you doing?
[As much as she's into people literally groveling at her feet...this feels a little weird. Don't mind her as she lays her foot flat against him, only to grind her heel forward.]
When Diva moved her foot away, Reign wondered if he'd done something wrong, perhaps offended her. Which turned out to be true when she pushed him back with her foot on his chest. He made a sound of distress, falling back on his ass, one hand behind his back, the other rubbing his neck sheepishly. ]
Urm, I was expressing my thanks and gratitude. Should I not have done that?
[ Even then, Reign relished in the pressure of her heel against his chest, his breath coming out in a huff. ]
[Reign's just going to get a look thrown his way before she's downing the rest of what's in the glass and setting it aside with the first. An instant later and she's hopping off her bed, only to place a foot on Reign's chest and press him back down against the floor. While she may not weigh much the pressure she exerts against him is probably not that pleasant.
[ Oh, that look. It conveyed so much displeasure and disapproval and... Reign shuddered under it all, watching the way Diva finished the blood and placed the glass beside its twin.
And then she was off the bed, the relieved pressure from his chest only a brief one and then he was pressed back again by her foot. This time hard enough that he was forced onto the floor with an oof, a rush of air exhaling out.
He stared up at Diva, who looked seemingly so much taller in this position. ]
I'm not...!
[ Who was he kidding? Reign looked away, his cheeks nicely flushed. ]
[Yeah don't lie to her face, it's not a good look. There's a hum from her throat as she grinds her heel into his chest, bending at the waist to get a better look at him. Her hair falls down around her face, framing it like a black curtain as she raises a finger to tap it to her lips. Punish him, huh?
But how? It's not as if she wants to kill him or anything, he's too pretty for that and seems willing enough to do as she says. It'd be a waste if she did.]
[ Well, he was in the presence of a queen. It wouldn't do to lie. Reign had a feeling she wouldn't appreciate it.
A strained sound made its way past Reign's lips as Diva grinded her heel into his chest, placed more weight on him, the noise he made sounding suspiciously like a moan.
Diva's question gave him a bit of pause. ]
I won't deny that a bit of pain does give me pleasure, but I'm not... a m-masochist, if... that's what you want clarified. [ He wasn't keen on extreme pain. ]
[Yeah...that's a moan. Honestly she's not sure what he'd like her to do. Usually 'punishment' ends in dismembering or death so she's really limited here.]
I'll admit I'm not sure what to do. [Might as well be upfront about it.] You have to give me direction.
[Otherwise she'll get bored and he doesn't want that.]
[She watches him carefully, sliding her foot down his front, down further and further until her sockless heel finds his crotch. He seems pleased by its placement, if his gasp is anything to go by. He's definitely getting hard from this which is weird, considering she could easily crush his dick if she decided to really step down.
Even she isn't that needlessly cruel though. Not right now, anyway.]
Like this?
[She applies pressure, grinding her heel just a bit against him. She's not sure how it feels good enough to get excited about but hey, different strokes, different folks.]
[ Reign let out a loan moan at the pressure against his clothed erection, the pain just enough to sent a jolt of pleasure up his spine.
There was always the risk of injury, of going too far, that Reign would end up too eager and give Diva the wrong instruction. But it was all so exhilarating to be pinned in this position, at Diva's mercy. ]
You can... rub and p-press your heel more. Hah... yes, like t-that...
[Was it really that much of a turn on? She does as she's instructed, dragging and pressing her foot against his covered crotch, tilting it back so her heel grinds down into him. Not too hard, but enough that she can definitely feel the stiffness of him trapped in his pants.]
You really like this, don't you?
[Hey, if it's what he's into? Why not? He had brought her blood at the very least and he was quite pretty.]
[ Oh yes, Diva was doing excellently well, picking up on Reign's nuances and reactions. He soon closed his eyes, head tilting back slightly as he enjoyed the way her heel rubbed and pressed against his hard length.
He hummed out a sound of agreement. Yup, he liked it very much. So much that— His eyes flew open at her order, and Reign practically whimpered, biting on his lower lip before words began to pour forth. ]
Please, Your Majesty. Step h-harder. Grind your feet on... on me. Make it h-hurt. Please!
There's a sudden press of her foot down against his crotch, as she puts her weight into her heel, grinding down as if she's stepping on pavement and not, well, a man's dick. Her eyes widen as she watches him in anticipation, hoping to hear him cry out. He wanted pain and he wanted her to step. That's exactly what she's giving him.]
Hehe, is this what you want? You're pretty delightful when you beg! Who knew?
[She certainly didn't...and now she's realizing she's into it. Welp.]
Squirm for me, okay? Like a little worm on the ground!
[ And cry out Reign did, a sharp sound as he gasped through the pain. It was more than he expected, falling back onto the floor as he writhed, fingers clawing on the floor. ]
Aaah...! Y-yes, like this.
[ Oh, it hurt so bad, to the point that his eyes teared up, but even through the pain lancing through him, heat swiftly followed. If possible, he seemed to harden even more under Diva's foot, twitching, if she could feel it. Of course, he squirmed just as she wished, arching his groin up with his limited space, grinding up against her. ]
[Yeah this is pretty funny, sorry Reign. It's giving her a rush too, much like a predator would having their prey pinned beneath them. That's...kind of like what's happening here, isn't it?]
If I give you more I might really break you, you know?
[And she means that. So, up her foot goes, off of him and back onto the floor. That doesn't stop her from nudging him with her toes though.]
[ That... would be horribly painful, and Reign had no wish to be broken like that. So even when he whined as Diva lifted her foot, he got up at her urging, the sense of being ordered around like some kind of servant only turned him on more. ]
Ah... Permanent injury isn't fun, nor pleasurable.
[ He said as he got onto all four, a reminiscent of the demonstration exercise from during orientation. ]
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He gave her a bow, cheeks lightly flushed. ]
Thank you, Queen Diva, though I've to say you're much cuter than I am.
[ He held up the bottle of blood and glasses. ]
Allow me to serve you.
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[She may be living in squalor but she's as confident and haughty as ever. Waving him in she moves to get comfortable. The bow pleases her, as does the sight of two glasses and a bottle of blood.]
Go on then.
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Thank you.
[ He stepped in, the layout of the room a mirror image of his own. Without a proper dining table, he opted for the bedside one. He poured first one glass, then the other, before bringing them over to wherever Diva would be. ]
Here you go, Your Majesty. [ He held the glass out to Diva, taking a sip only after she drank hers. ]
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She doesn't have the luxury to be too picky.]
Thanks.
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He took a seat beside Diva, keeping a polite distance. He didn't drink yet, one index finger toying with the rim of the glass. ]
What you said earlier, do you mean it? Would you punish me? Allow me to... [ He swallowed hard. ] To submit to you?
[ It wouldn't seem right, since Diva was a Submissive like Reign, but he didn't care. What mattered was that she was a vampire, and hopefully willing to fulfill his desires. ]
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If that's what you want. If you want to be my new servant then by all means.
[Regin hasn't sipped at his drink yet but she's finishing hers off, tongue licking around the edge of the glass. No reason to waste a drop, right?]
Tell me what you want. Be specific.
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He got up and stood in front of Diva, glass in hand. ] Your Majesty... [ He began, then ever so slowly got down on one knee. But that wasn't the end. He shifted his other leg, now fully kneeling before Diva as he held his own glass up to her in offering. ]
Queen Diva, please take me as your servant. Use me as you see fit. Allow me to serve you. And... [ His cheeks began to turn pink, the tip of his ears as well. ] Please s-s-step on me.
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Poor Grigori...and yet he deserved everything he'd got in the end. She'd stepped on him too, hadn't she? Ground her heel into the side of his face while telling him more or less she was disowning him. Now here she was, being asked to take him on as her servant and willingly step on him. Not what she was expecting but hey, it works for her.
There's a grin from her as she moves to stick a leg out, bare toes finding one of his shoulders as she presses them against it. If she had anymore blood in the glass she'd be swirling it by now.]
With pleasure, Reign.
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He let out a soft sound, a gasp, almost, to feel her bare feet on his shoulder, the pressure a comfortable weight. For one so small and petite, Diva clearly had hidden strength within her. ]
Oh~ Thank you, my Queen.
[ He raised the glass higher, using both hands this time. If and once Diva took it from him, Reign with move his hands to her leg, touching her calf in a reverant manner, head turned to press kisses along her soft skin.
Of course, if Reign wasn't supposed to do that, should have seek permission from her instead first, then she was free to punish him as she saw fit. ]
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A considerate hum slips her as she leans forward to take the glass from him, wasting no time in drinking from it. She's not expecting him to run his hands up her leg though, let alone kiss the milky white skin of her calf. It gets a raised brow out of her and she raises her foot again in retaliation, digging her toes into the middle of his chest to push him back.]
What are you doing?
[As much as she's into people literally groveling at her feet...this feels a little weird. Don't mind her as she lays her foot flat against him, only to grind her heel forward.]
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When Diva moved her foot away, Reign wondered if he'd done something wrong, perhaps offended her. Which turned out to be true when she pushed him back with her foot on his chest. He made a sound of distress, falling back on his ass, one hand behind his back, the other rubbing his neck sheepishly. ]
Urm, I was expressing my thanks and gratitude. Should I not have done that?
[ Even then, Reign relished in the pressure of her heel against his chest, his breath coming out in a huff. ]
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Or maybe it is? Who knows.]
Don't be a pervert.
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And then she was off the bed, the relieved pressure from his chest only a brief one and then he was pressed back again by her foot. This time hard enough that he was forced onto the floor with an oof, a rush of air exhaling out.
He stared up at Diva, who looked seemingly so much taller in this position. ]
I'm not...!
[ Who was he kidding? Reign looked away, his cheeks nicely flushed. ]
Maybe... just a bit. I think?
[ Yeah, he wasn't fooling anyone. ]
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But how? It's not as if she wants to kill him or anything, he's too pretty for that and seems willing enough to do as she says. It'd be a waste if she did.]
Are you into pain, is that it?
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A strained sound made its way past Reign's lips as Diva grinded her heel into his chest, placed more weight on him, the noise he made sounding suspiciously like a moan.
Diva's question gave him a bit of pause. ]
I won't deny that a bit of pain does give me pleasure, but I'm not... a m-masochist, if... that's what you want clarified. [ He wasn't keen on extreme pain. ]
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I'll admit I'm not sure what to do. [Might as well be upfront about it.] You have to give me direction.
[Otherwise she'll get bored and he doesn't want that.]
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Diva's request had him stumped. Give her directions? He was so vanilla in BDSM he didn't know if his direction might be right or wrong. ]
Uh... Okay, to start off, you can— [ Step on him. Which she was already doing. So... ] —move your foot lower. Yes, lower. Much lower... More, more...
Yes! [ Guess where her foot was now? Yup, his groin, where the front of his pants was nicely tenting.
Sorry he's weird like this. ]
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Even she isn't that needlessly cruel though. Not right now, anyway.]
Like this?
[She applies pressure, grinding her heel just a bit against him. She's not sure how it feels good enough to get excited about but hey, different strokes, different folks.]
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[ Reign let out a loan moan at the pressure against his clothed erection, the pain just enough to sent a jolt of pleasure up his spine.
There was always the risk of injury, of going too far, that Reign would end up too eager and give Diva the wrong instruction. But it was all so exhilarating to be pinned in this position, at Diva's mercy. ]
You can... rub and p-press your heel more. Hah... yes, like t-that...
sorry this took so long weh
You really like this, don't you?
[Hey, if it's what he's into? Why not? He had brought her blood at the very least and he was quite pretty.]
Beg and I'll give you more.
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He hummed out a sound of agreement. Yup, he liked it very much. So much that— His eyes flew open at her order, and Reign practically whimpered, biting on his lower lip before words began to pour forth. ]
Please, Your Majesty. Step h-harder. Grind your feet on... on me. Make it h-hurt. Please!
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There's a sudden press of her foot down against his crotch, as she puts her weight into her heel, grinding down as if she's stepping on pavement and not, well, a man's dick. Her eyes widen as she watches him in anticipation, hoping to hear him cry out. He wanted pain and he wanted her to step. That's exactly what she's giving him.]
Hehe, is this what you want? You're pretty delightful when you beg! Who knew?
[She certainly didn't...and now she's realizing she's into it. Welp.]
Squirm for me, okay? Like a little worm on the ground!
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Aaah...! Y-yes, like this.
[ Oh, it hurt so bad, to the point that his eyes teared up, but even through the pain lancing through him, heat swiftly followed. If possible, he seemed to harden even more under Diva's foot, twitching, if she could feel it. Of course, he squirmed just as she wished, arching his groin up with his limited space, grinding up against her. ]
Diva... Your Majesty... More, more!
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If I give you more I might really break you, you know?
[And she means that. So, up her foot goes, off of him and back onto the floor. That doesn't stop her from nudging him with her toes though.]
Get up. On your knees.
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Ah... Permanent injury isn't fun, nor pleasurable.
[ He said as he got onto all four, a reminiscent of the demonstration exercise from during orientation. ]
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