Vile went pale. He was terrified of what payback Boethiah was gonna do. He tried to shuffle himself back but Boethiah quickly, using her free hand, grabbed Vile's right horn. She lifted up his head then looked down at his body, seemingly thinking about something. Vile looked over at Barbas and saw he was laying down still but wasn't moving an inch.

Vile squeezed his eyes shut as he started to tear up again, whispering, "Barbas… please help me…"

He started to shake again and he felt the tears fall slowly down his cheeks. He didn't know what to do anymore. Boethiah could kill him if she wanted, over and over for how debilitated his body was. He felt weak and helpless after Molag Bal's vicious assault on him and it doesn't help that he is still injured from his escape from her arena.

"D-Don't… hurt me… please…" Vile choked out in a mumble, shaking more as he was unsure what to say for her not to kill him.

Vile didn't hear a single word from Boethiah but the sheathing her sword. A gentle touch of a warm, soft hand on his left cheek that ended up cupping that side of his face. The hold on his horn was released as his head's weight shifted to rest in that comfy hand. He felt the thumb of it wipe that sides tears from his face as he continued to cry. Another hand tenderly touched his swollen cheek. Vile winced and sniffled at the pain, causing the hand to retract a bit before he felt the back of that hand. It moved hair to behind his ear and returned back to wipe tears from his eyes. Vile felt like this moment was surreal as he slowly opened his eyes. He saw Boethiah staring back with an angered frown but he saw she opened her eyes and they were filled with pity.

"Damn it… I can't stay mad at you when you go all... bunny mode on me…" Boethiah mumbled as she leaned her head closer, pressing her forehead against Vile's.

She gazed softly into Vile's eyes, her intense orange eyes felt strangely comforting for once. Vile was a bit shocked that she wasn't killing him now but that she was suddenly getting really gentle with him. All he could do was stare back and sniffle as she continued.

"Look little bunny I-"

"Please stop calling me that…" Vile suddenly whispered.

"What…? Why?"

"C-cause! It's... It's…"

"It's what?"

"It's what Hircine called me…" Vile squeaked out.

"Ehhh? Really? He called you a little bunny?" Boethiah blinked a bit as she asked.

"Well… he called me little rabbit but it's the same thing!"

"No, it's not! A rabbit is a wild prey animal while a bunny is a pet!"

"What are you trying to say?!"

"Nothing! Just stating a fact! Besides, when did he ever call you that? When I was there when he was around, he never called you that!" Boethiah questioned.

"Hircine... called me that when he… he… forced himself on me…" Vile choked out beginning to cry more.

"Hey now… Don't cry, don't cry…! Look, I know it probably was a horrible experience and that disgusting bastard Molag probably brought back those bad memories… but try to be brave and act like a daedric prince ok? I still want my payback but I can't do that to a whimpering little bun-I mean brat..." Boethiah whispered to him.

"O-Ok but… it's stuck in my head of what Molag could've done! It reminded me too much of what HE did! All that pain would come back and… and I couldn't… I mean I wouldn't…" Vile started to jumbled his speech up as he was trying to collect himself.

"Guess it can't be helped… No need to dwell on those thoughts cause I saved you from them being a reality! To which you owe me for by the way! Plus you owe me for ruining my arena and coming to my realm uninvited, TWICE! You also owe me for embarrassing me in front of my dremora... For slapping me…" Boethiah sighed out.

"O-Oh… so that's what you meant by payback…"

"Yea I just was gonna beat you and your mutt up but after what I just saw… I have a better idea in mind…"

"W-what would that be?"

"Well I can tell you also still want your other deal and now I can see why… that must've been horrible if you were getting flashbacks of you and Hircine…" Boethiah was still whispering and never removed her head from Vile's forehead.

"You have no idea…" Vile quietly muttered under his breath as Boethiah continued.

"... so I decided I'll get your revenge on Hircine, let go of your debts to me and also I'll add in a bonus~! I'll grant you protection~!"

"Protection?"

"Yes~! I'll make sure no prince would touch or harm you again~!"

"And what do you ask in return?"

A smile crept onto Boethiah's face but it was soft. Her eyes gave a glint of a lustful desire as the hand that was placed by Vile's swollen cheek moved. It trailed the back of her fingers down his neck and chest slowly as he started to shudder. His body was starting to heat up once more as she moved her face closer, ghosting her lips over his.

"I want you and your entire body~!" She whispered with a seductive, dark tone.

Vile was unsure on how to respond, but when he tried to a slight moan came out. He felt her hand had reached down by his belly. His sensitive belly twitched at the touch before he sucked in his gut. This thought caused him to shudder more violently as Vile continued to look into Boethiah's ginger gaze.

"Though I must say… Before, I didn't care about your body anymore once I heard you say Hircine took you." She whispered.

"I-Is that why you said no?" Vile asked.

"Hmmm, a part of it~!"

"Then why now? Why the sudden gain of interest?"

"Once I saw Molag starting to have his way with you… Something struck a chord in me. The way your sweet, feeble body reacted to sensational touches~! The way your little, hoarse voice moaned out~! It's not hard to get enraptured and desire your entire being~! You seem to have that effect on us princes~! Like a delightful little curse you have~!"

"..."

"And after that feeling took over me, I couldn't stand watching that bastard try and take you. I had to intervene but after I made sure your hound wouldn't disturb me for the aftermath~!"

"A-Aftermath…?"

"Oh don't play coy! You know what I mean~!"

"I-I… uh… don't think I heard you correctly…"

Vile didn't wanna believe he was gonna make another deal with him giving his body to another for something he needed. Not again. Besides, he was sceptical of her deal. Vile thought it seemed like the deal leaned more towards Vile's gain then Boethiah's, but something about her seemed strangely trustworthy. Making Vile's thoughts confused on if he should accept or not.

"I want you. Every part of it. Not just a single area or two… everything. I want to take the area's that were claimed by others and be in the first in spots that were untouched. I want my being's scent to mask your entire body till only they can sense me on you." Boethiah whispered against his lips.

Their lips were barely touching as she added, "Besides~! With my scent on you, that alone would be enough to scare or ward off any princes with ill intentions~! Besides, I wouldn't be able to stand losing to Molag Bal if he gets a hold of you before me~! So what do you say, Clavicus Vile? Will you accept my deal?"

Vile started to give it a bit more of thought, breaking away from her gaze and staring down. He still was shuddering as the back of her hand was trailing up and down his belly. He remembered what Barbas said about her having a way with words but he didn't believe this was her playing him. Vile thought she had a truthful tone to her voice and wasn't words of a poisonous lie.

He gave a sigh, releasing his gut and looking back into Boethiah's eyes as he responded, "Alright… we have a deal Boethiah but…! Please… please be gentle…"

She smirked and finally connected their lips. He felt her deepen their kiss immediately and she was trying to get his lips to part. She tightened her grip on the side of his face and brought her other hand back up to that back of Vile's head, causing him to be pressed more against her face. He had no more strength to fight back anything at this point and he let her part his lips. Her tongue slipped into his mouth and quickly took over it. It tasted sweet compared to Molag's from earlier. Vile gently lifted his left arm and wrapped around Boethiah's back to get a grip on her for support as he felt like he was crumbling away to her. A familiar sensation from that time when she stole his first kiss came rushing back to him, causing his eyes to droop as he stared at Boethiah. She stared back with a wild look of satisfaction. Vile felt that she was satisfied with that he said yes and was willingly letting her do what she wants to him.

She pulled away with a string of saliva connecting their mouths still as she whispered, "Let's go somewhere private~!"