Disclaimer: I do not own any aspects of the Assassin's Creed franchise.

Warning: This contains extreme explicit content and themes of dubious consent.

"Oh, you will fucking bow."

And Alexios did, eventually.

As he fell to his knee, dripping in blood and sweat he cursed hoarsely under his breath. "Fuck! Malakas!" He had battled long and hard, but every time he had been thrown to the ground, he had become more hurt. This time, he could barely move at all.

As he had languished over the course of the bout, his adversary had inexplicably continued to repel his attacks with the same amount of dangerous vigour. The shadowy red orbs had sucked the energy out of Alexios' limbs one by one, and for every one he destroyed with his bow, another two had taken its place. One buzzed past his left ear even now, directed by his opponent's large hand movements. He could feel it dragging on his muscles and clouding his mind.

Hades strode toward him slowly with a smirk on his lips now he knew his prey was finally beaten, revelling in his victory with no small amount of smugness. The mortal had fought well of course, but no-one could best a true god in the end.

Alexios growled desperately and tried to push himself up to his feet once again, but Hades had reached him by now. The huge leather-clad Isu bent down and grabbed the misthios by the back of his neck.

"Shh, hush-"he mocked, his smooth tone dripping from his lips like liquid poison as Alexios struggled to be free of the fingers winding and rapidly tightening on his hair. Agonisingly slowly, the lord of the underworld pushed down on his head. Alexios grit his teeth and tried to resist but his forehead soon met the dust of the stone at Hades' armoured feet. He could do nothing but wait, shuddering, his bent over body wracked with pain until Hades decided to let him up again.

"Good. I knew you would bow before me in the end. I gladly accept your service for eternity, Keeper. You truly are a special little toy to add to my collection."

There was a rush of hot air that was similar to the power of orbs and Alexios felt a tingling sensation that circled round the entirety of his neck. Before he could ask what it was, it snapped tight so suddenly that it felt like his throat had been slit. He gasped and jerked but Hades still held him still, watching with curious amusement from above.

As quickly as it happened, the tightness and discomfort disappeared and Hades finally let him go. Alexios fell limply on to his side, panting. He grabbed at his neck with weak fingers, but could feel nothing there apart from brief echoes of the pain.

"Wha-what?" He gasped, to no-one in particular.

Hades sniffed distractedly and slung his two-handed scythe over his back. It clicked neatly into the harness. Another feat of advanced Isu engineering.

"It binds you to me. Come, to my palace. I am eager to taste of my victory and wish to sit in my throne, as I always do after a good fight."

Hades jerked a finger upward and Alexios felt himself being lifted, no, dragged to his feet by the invisible ring around his neck.

"Wait, Hades-" Alexios exclaimed as he stumbled after his dark captor who was pulling him along with the invisible power. His legs were struggling to keep up. "I can't stay here. I have too much left to do!"

Hades did not turn back to Alexios when he answered.

"You should have thought of that before you decided to slay my Cerberus."

Elpenor looked up in total shock as Hades entered the throne room, Alexios staggering behind him. The unlucky misthios was still gripping at his neck and trying to pull away, but to no avail.

Elpenor's mouth was hanging so low that it might have been comical, had there been anyone there to laugh. Hades must have noticed it too, as he arched a large, structured brow at him.

"Shut your mouth Elpenor, lest it become a portal of Tartaros. And get out. No, bring me a skin of wine first. And then get out."

It took the ex-cultist a few beats to realise he had been given direct orders. "My lord Hades, you- you managed to-"

Hades slumped down into his throne and sighed heavily. Now he was sitting, it was obvious the fight had taken quite a toll on him too. "A wine skin, Elpenor!"

"Y-yes my king!"

Elpenor finally managed to drag his astonished gaze away from Alexios, who was giving him quite the glare in return. When Hades had sat down, Alexios had been able to stop walking along, but was now standing uncomfortably before the large being before him, held in place by his neck. His chest heaved in the pain from the fight. His muscles felt like they were on fire and his skin bruised all over. Blood that had spattered and dripped from the wounds of a hard fought battle had the dry dust of the Underworld stuck in it. He assumed he also had several broken ribs by how his torso felt.

Hades saw the look that the pained Alexios was giving Elpenor and he chuckled with amusement.

"Still quite the firebrand, aren't you? But looks like I'll be winning back that coin you lost me from my brother."

Hades was referring to how Alexios' forgiveness of Elpenor (or acknowledgement of change at least) had caused Hades to lose some kind of bet to Poseidon.

"Pah. You stupid gods and your stupid bets."

Hades frowned at the angry outburst, displeased.

Elpenor reappeared, carrying a large skin of wine in both hands. It was about double the size of a normal one, but fit neatly into Hades hand where Elpenor haphazardly placed it. He wasn't really concentrating, still flabbergasted at the situation and staring at Alexios in his invisible chains.

Hades rolled his eyes impatiently and yanked the wine skin away. "Now get out, before I throw you off the building Elpenor. I want to speak to my new gate keeper alone."

He said this in his usual smooth, charismatic tone but the threat behind it was clear.

"Yes Hades-"

Alexios gave the simpering snake a final look of contempt as he rushed to leave the hall at his master's bidding.

When he turned back, he was met with the inscrutable gaze of Hades, who had apparently been watching him closely the whole time. He raked his eyes up and down Alexios' body, as if appraising his wounds. It made Alexios feel very uncomfortable. Unable to move his head where the binding collar kept him in place, all he could do was allow it to happen and try not to squirm.

As he did this, Hades uncorked the wine skin without looking and toyed with the top for a moment, as if coming to some conclusion.

Just as Alexios was about to speak up again, perhaps to make some angry comment or ask another loaded question, Hades threw back his head and begun to drink the wine from the skin. He glugged a great deal in one go, his large adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed.

Alexios observed the pale expanse of Hades' neck become exposed from under the helmet in a way that it wouldn't have been if he was upright. Alexios longed to be able to move, to grab a weapon, to slit that malakas' throat. He wondered if the wine would bleed through the hole with the blood.

Eventually the Isu finished his long draw on the skin and took a gasp of air. He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and sighed. Alexios watched incredulously. Had he really been that thirsty?

"Here, you have some."

Alexios eyed the large skin that had been thrust towards him with some suspicion.

"Oh don't be like that. It'll help with your pain. This nectar is far sweeter than any grape fermentation a mortal could ever dream of making."

Alexios felt the grip on his neck relent a little. After a moment, he reached out and took the pouch. It couldn't hurt to have a conversation with Hades. Perhaps getting to know him and humouring him was going to be the only way he would be able to escape now, since he was physically bound.

Hades watched with that same predatory look that he had when he had scanned Alexios up and down, and nodded his head when the man before him lifted the large pouch with both hands and poured a little wine into his mouth.

"Good. Yes, enjoy it."

The wine was rich with a deep flavour. It flowed across Alexios' tongue with a silken texture. Its composition spoke of contrasting tones and colours. As he swallowed it down (at a somewhat slower pace than his captor had) he felt it warm his belly and lessen his pain. His fatigue was eased a little, and as it spread over him, he felt his fingertips tingle. It was truly the most magnificent thing he had ever tasted.

He blinked, speechless.

Hades smiled at him from his throne. "Didn't I tell you so? You should start believing what I say from the start. It will save you a lot of time having to be convinced."

Alexios couldn't help to look down at the pouch with a small smile of his own, unable to stop himself. "So this is what the wine of the gods tastes like?" he muttered in wonder before taking another mouthful. His body buzzed with happy energy, and his battle wounds now only felt like aches.

Hades held his palms up and gestured outwards. "It won't be all bad, staying with me."

Reminded of his situation, Alexios' expression dropped, and he handed the pouch back to Hades stiffly. "You said you wanted to have a conversation with me?"

Hades waved this comment aside with a nonchalant hand. "There will be plenty of time for that. But as I said previously, after a battle I wish to taste of my victory."

Alexios felt confused. "Was that not what the wine was for?"

Hades gave Alexios a quizzical look back.

"No, the wine was for drinking." He said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the underworld.

"By the Gods… speak plainly!" Alexios all but yelled back at him, fully frustrated again. Now he was recovering from his defeat, he was once again gaining reckless confidence. "I am sick of your riddles and games, Hades."

Hades did not look impressed, but he did not rise to the brash comments. "Fine, if you are adamant that you want to get to the point, then I have no objections."

He reached forward and with an arc of his thick finger, Alexios felt his neck being pulled forward towards where the god sat and down.

"H-hey! What are you- Stop! Malakas!"

Alexios thrust out his arms and tried to push on Hades' knees but his shoulders could soon not withstand the force. He thought he could now guess the intentions and as his head levelled with the leather clad armour belt of Hades' crotch, his suspicions were confirmed.

He felt his cheeks burn and his heart thumping out of its chest.

"I… I didn't think your kind was interested in this type of thing…" Alexios stuttered.

Hades leant his face on a fist as if bored and ran his other hand over Alexios' hair, tracing round his jaw and tilting his chin upwards.

"There is much you do not understand about us." Hades deflected, running his thumb surprisingly gently over Alexios' lips.

"Do all your "pets" get this treatment or is it just me?"

"I like seeing you at my feet." Hades replied cryptically.

Alexios felt a shudder travel down his spine. The touch of the large hand wasn't quite as cold as he had imagined it would be.

"But… you have a wife-" Alexios continued weakly, running out of protests to make as Hades gently fingered up the side of his neck and ran his thumb over his ear.

"She has her pets, and I have mine."

Hades appeared to have had enough of the chatter now, as he drew his hand back and began to fumble with his belt strips.

Breathing hard, Alexios did some quick thinking. Chances of escaping this situation? Little to none. Talking his way out of it didn't seem to be working either. If he fought, he might just make Hades angry, and who knows how this situation would play out if that was the case. Alexios had noted the piles of chains adorning this macabre throne room when he had been dragged in.

No, like he had suspected earlier, his best bet was to play along, build up a rapport with the god. Over time, he might gain trust or knowledge that would give him an avenue of escape.

However, that was easier thought than done.

The mighty Isu before him was much taller and larger in frame than mortal men. Alexios was well versed in the language of intimate love with both men and women, but he usually did that on his own terms. And quite frankly, he preferred to take the lead.

Here on his knees with his head trapped in place by his neck between a pair of huge, muscular thighs, he felt more than a little vulnerable.

Hades seemed to enjoy having the view of the flustered mortal before him. Despite the fact he was still wearing his full armour, Alexios already felt more than naked before the red eyed scrutiny.

"Any further remarks?" Hades quietly teased, the silence of his captive before him not going unnoticed.

Alexios looked down under his lashes for a long moment with a sigh, then raised his eyes.

"If I do this, then-"

Hades unclicked his belt with a loud clunk, and tugged the under leather to the side.

Alexios' eyes widened and he was cut off mid-speech as the largest phallus he had ever seen was revealed. It lay heavily atop pendulous but perfectly formed balls, currently dormant.

"By Zeus, that's huge!" Alexios blurted out without thinking.

Hades couldn't help but laugh, thoroughly amused. Alexios snapped his mouth shut with embarrassment.

"I expect it does look like that to you, mortal. I can tell you that for an Isu, it is entirely average."

If Hades had any thoughts about Alexios invoking Zeus, he kept them to himself.

Hades pulled the leather strips of his armour belt further aside, out of the way so that the whole area was exposed. Something about the way this was the only part of Hades that was bare, and the rest was covered in his thick, black armour made the hairs on the back of Alexios' neck prick up.

"Were you saying something before?"

Alexios gulped, finding it hard to drag his eyes away from the appendage. Humbly average by Isu standards or not, it was impressive and he found himself compelled and intimidated at the same time. True enough, it was the perfect proportion for Hades' large body. But up this close, Alexios was starting to wonder whether the true battle was about to begin, given his mortal frame.

"I… er-"

Alexios finally managed to pull his eyes away and up to Hades, who was clearly enjoying the look of embarrassment and anticipation on the man's face. "I was going to say that, if I do this then will you look upon me favourably? Perhaps let me return to the mortal world from time to time?"

Already he was trying to form plans on how he would escape this enslavement.

Hades snorted. "I suppose it depends how rigorously you commit yourself. It wouldn't hurt for us to get to know each other a bit better. After all, we'll be seeing a lot of each other from now on."

Alexios grimaced. There was that liquid poison voice again. His manner seemed amicable but like with Elpenor before, there was a hidden undercurrent of stern threat beneath the words.

More confidently than he felt, Alexios reached forward to take the semi-soft member in his hand.

The second he did this he felt the grip on his neck loosen considerably.

The organ itself was heavy but felt smooth and hot under his fingers. It wasn't unpleasant. It felt like every other cock he had touched, but with something extra. No other man had been quite so perfectly formed in shape, or so flawless in texture. Was this also an "average" Isu trait?

Approving of the exploration, Hades gestured amicably for Alexios to continue, and so he did, tightening his grip and coaxing the spongy material to become hard. He caressed and squeezed as best he could, thumbing up and down the shaft. Now he wasn't so tightly held in place, he was able to settle on his knees in a more comfortable position.

Very slowly, the phallus began to awaken. Alexios could feel it become harder in his palm.

A ways above him he heard a deep sigh and he looked up to see Hades slumped a little further in his throne, a satisfied smile touching his lips.

Alexios took this as encouragement that he was doing the right thing and added his other hand into the mix to gently start caressing the full sack. He rolled a ball in his hand with a light massage of his palm and noted that Hades twitched a little.

"It has been… such a long time…" Hades muttered under his breath and once again reached forward to stroke Alexios' hair and face.

"Do your people wait a long time in between?" Alexios asked hesitantly as the god's cock grew and rose like a thick snake to the charmer.

"I do not find worthy pets as frequently as some other of my kin. And my duties in the underworld are many, unlike theirs and their time for whims."

Other kin like Persephone for one, Alexios thought privately as Hermes, Kyros and all her other admirers came to mind. Going without a partner or intimacy for a long time must be a difficult part of living for as long as the Isu did, let alone actually having a wife that refused to speak to you.

Then again, she technically was his prisoner.

As am I… Alexios argued back to himself. This bastard's malakas wife couldn't give out, and now he was here in her malakas place with the cock of malakas Hades in his hand. Malakas!

Hades was once again watching him curiously, and Alexios let his brow relax. He knew it was obvious when he was thinking something less than savoury to himself. Markos had always mentioned it, usually while laughing at his intense, furious expression. Alexios was glad that Markos could not see him now.

"You have practiced hands." Hades remarked conversationally, politely ignoring the previous thunderous look. "You must have known many men."

Alexios noted a small amount of silvery liquid had formed at the very tip of Hades' now rigid member.

"I have, and women too. And even loved a few of them."

Hades laughed and Alexios jumped, not expecting it. He let go of Hades' penis, lest he pull the damn thing off as it jerked around. The muscles in the god's thighs tensed and his crotch juddered as he did so. Alexios stared, compelled at the sight. The embers of arousal were glowing in his own belly.

Everything about this being was so familiar, yet so new at the same time.

"How strange to love so many in so short a life. Come, put that active tongue to better use. If it also quiets you for a time, it will be all the sweeter."

Alexios surveyed the task before him with a wary eye, choosing to ignore the insult. He was often told he talked too much so such comments really didn't bother him in the slightest. However, if he was going to do this properly and give Hades something to think about, a careful approach was needed.

Hesitantly, he reached to his own side and unclipped his breast plate. He would not be able to lean in far enough with it on. If Hades wanted a fucking show, he would get one.

"I've often been told I am good with my tongue, talking or otherwise."

Hades nodded with hungry approval as Alexios pulled it off and threw it aside, leaving only his under-tunic. He left his bracers on though as he leant on Hades' thighs to propel his face forward.

"I have no doubt of that." The god mused.

Fluttering his eyelids closed, Alexios grasped the hard shaft in his hand once again and guided it towards his lips.

"No, I want you to look at me while you're doing it."

Hades had cupped his chin and Alexios opened his eyes, tilting his head to meet Hades' gaze with his own. Drawing back the foreskin gently with his fist he slid his lips over the exposed head. His mouth was filled instantly with the salty taste which rolled over his tongue. The fundamental taste was there but… there was something different about this. It reminded him of the rich wine he had drunk earlier. It warmed his tongue and made his palate wet.

As it slid further in, Alexios realised how full his mouth was becoming very quickly. He could open his lips wide enough to take the girth, but the length would never fully fit.

Hades had placed his hand atop Alexios' head. He lay his own head back and groaned as he was engulfed slowly by the confined heat of the mortal's mouth. There was something so deliciously tight about mortals- small, hot and fleeting. They always had so much more urgency and eagerness in their movements.

Alexios had to breathe through his nose as Hades pushed into him, as his throat was completely blocked for a moment. He reared his head back to try and get a breath, and Hades let him.

"I would wish that you could see yourself, eagle bearer." Hades remarked breathlessly, impressed. "You are a magnificent sight. Perhaps I will show you-"

Hades raised a hand. A red line of shadow circled round and round, increasing in size until an oval shape faced down at the misthios. Alexios gazed up into it and with wide eyes saw his own startled reflection looking back at him framed in the magical red flame. His face looked handsome and flushed with the large appendage in his mouth. He tested a flick of his tongue to see how it would look, and with burning cheeks he now knew what it was that Hades was seeing from above.

Hades had sighed happily in response to the tongue. He found the sight of Alexios watching himself suck his cock extremely pleasing.

"You are wasted on just fighting, Keeper. If you were to pleasure the soldiers before the battle then they would win just as easily as if you fought with them."

Alexios let the organ fall from his mouth with a wet slap. "Your flattery isn't very believable Hades." He gasped, his lips red and wet.

"What can I say, it is more fun to play with toys that think highly of themselves. It makes it more satisfying to have them on their knees before me."

"I can still think highly of myself and suck a cock." Alexios retorted brazenly and dove back down into Hades' crotch to prove it. He kissed down the length this time, nipping and sucking the underside as best he could. When he got to the base he nuzzled his nose in-between where the shaft met the darker skin below. He pulled one of the full, throbbing plums between his lips with a tight suction and suckled, his lips making a smacking sound.

He once again flicked his eyes up to the arcane mirror and saw himself. He pushed back a groan as he felt a flare in his belly. Down below, there came a pull on his loins that was almost painful.

A pop of a cork above distracted his focus on the mirror, and he saw that Hades had once again pulled the top off the wine skin. Alexios watched as Hades poured a steady stream of the ruby liquid just below his armour and down his lower belly. It rolled over the base of the pale shaft and dripped down his balls.

Alexios engaged, not missing a beat and sucking at the shaft where it fell, lapping it up from the balls. He eagerly nibbled and opened his mouth to receive more of the delicious beverage.

His chin wet, he suddenly remembered the taste of the deposit at the tip of Hades' head. It complimented the memory of the rich sweetness of the wine, and he shut his eyes. A groan of longing vibrated from the back of his throat as the ruby liquid had its effect, once again spreading tingling warmth throughout his body.

Alexios reached down to fumble with his own armour belt.

Moved by his slave's passion and quick to reassume control, Hades put the wine pouch aside and arched his finger.

Alexios was jerked up into standing position by his neck, choking a little.

"Stop-"

Ignoring the gasping protest in his urgency, Hades grabbed the belt clasp from Alexios' hand and ripped the whole thing from his hips with a strong flourish. He took Alexios' hand and placed it on his own crotch where a hard bulge was now wantonly pressing against his thin loin cloth.

"Show me."

Alexios shifted uncomfortably, feeling the now familiar strain on his neck. But once he had reached into his own undergarment and fetched his member out, he felt the pressure ease. He was relieved. As long as he did what Hades desired, he would have more freedom.

Meanwhile, Hades had turned his shadowy mirror upwards so that Alexios could see his toned, tanned body in the mirror and the hand on his own cock.

"Don't be shy, keeper. It would seem you can't deny your own arousal."

Alexios watched himself in wonder as he began to squeeze and explore himself. He had never ever had anything like this before. He had never even seen a mirror like this, let alone watched himself in one. He found it fascinating to see what he actually looked like in an intimate moment such as this, and he was finding it extremely arousing.

Hades gripped himself in his own hand as he watched closely. In comparison, Alexios was proportionately much smaller of course, but this went without comment.

"This is… I… I don't know."

Alexios watched his own hand in wonder as he squeezed his hardness. He looked so different from this angle.

"Still you speak, even when there is nothing to be said." Hades remarked in amusement. "Come, to my lap. Let me explore as you have already had the opportunity to do."

Alexios hesitated, once again fixing his gaze on to the giant appendage which now lay rigid against the huge creature's pelvis. He didn't know if he could take that monstrous thing into his body, assuming that was what Hades ultimately desired.

"…or do I have to coax you?"

Alexios felt a warning tug on his neck, and quickly clambered onto Hades lap. The metal of the immense black armour felt unnaturally cold against his torso in spite of the tunic, but his thighs below were warm, skin on skin. In this intimate position, Alexios' cock hung dangerously close to his captor's engorged appendage.

Trying to ignore this for now, Alexios looked into the face of the man of whose lap he sat. The eyes were still a deep red but this close he could see a pupil and iris. At this proximity they looked more normal. His jaw was strong and his hair was black, but all was mostly hidden behind the pronged helmet.

"Come to think of it," Alexios said out loud, his thoughts becoming verbal, "I haven't seen you without that helm yet."

"I prefer to keep it on."

Hades placed a large hand on Alexios' hip as the smaller man straddled one large thigh, which made him jump a little.

Alexios was easily distracted by this, so he had little time to wonder on the importance of always wearing the helmet but he put it in the back of his mind for later. If he could retain enough trust for Hades to allow him this close to him, he might have a chance to successfully wound him at a later date. To steady himself in this precarious position he risked leaning on Hades' shoulders. Hades didn't seem to mind.

They both tilted their heads downwards to watch as Hades snaked his long fingers around Alexios' cock, completely engulfing it in his large hand.

Alexios gasped, shuddered, and then groaned in quick succession. Those thick fingers held all of him at once, and that tight squeeze was unlike anything he had ever experienced. When Hades let go, his cock pulsed, twitching as the blood pumped.

"Yes, good…" Hades demurred to him approvingly. "Give of yourself entirely to me; your body, your passions…"

Through half-lidded desire, Alexios felt the atmosphere shift in nature around him, engulfing him in crackling energy. Hades' mirror had swirled and closed itself and his eyes flashed blood red as he commanded his Isu energy to surround Alexios.

"What are you-"

"Hush, my pretty little toy."

Alexios let out a ragged groan as he felt his body relax. Warm tendrils of pleasurable caresses washed over his limbs, his chest, his groin, his ass. He shuddered and writhed on Hades' lap, gasping with heightened, intense arousal. He felt happily drunk and light, influenced by this new magic. Without even a second thought, he reached up to caress his own neck with one hand, his other snaking down to his straining organ. Hades watched closely all the while, blinking flashes of ruby from his eyes occasionally to maintain the movement of sensual energy that was driving Alexios to the point of madness with desire.

"This is… incredible…" Alexios managed to breathe to nobody in particular, and Hades was pleased.

Guiding Alexios lower into his lap by the upper arm, Hades pulled his new gate keeper's impressive backside to start grinding on his large phallus. Alexios was unable to quieten his moans and gasps as he was encouraged to slowly slide backwards and forwards, feeling the hard member slide between the cleft of his cheeks.

Everything about this whole situation now had him wound up so tightly, it was almost unbearable. And yet, for a short moment, Alexios had the exhilarated thought that he never wanted the feeling to end. His arms trembling, he gripped the rigid pauldrons of his patron to continue his thrusting movements. He heard the God of the Underworld start to sigh and grunt happily somewhere near his ear, large hands smoothing up his back as he moved.

Alexios realised through his haze that one of the hands had at last inched down and pushed gently between taught flanks to start probing at his most intimate place. The warmth and pressure of that digit sent lightning jolts through his body, making his cock strain with painful tension.

As it started to press into him in earnest, he was unable to keep up his grinding and instead slumped his upper body, his resulting noises of desire aligning with the slow penetration. Beads of sweat had formed on his forehead and chest.

Without any kind of oils, Hades wouldn't have been easily able to push anything too deeply into him, but it didn't seem like he was trying to (beyond playing and tormenting Alexios a short way in). He appeared to be testing something.

Hades hummed with satisfaction in the back of his throat. "How tight your hole is. And yet, you say you have known many lovers. I think I shall have to take my time preparing you for nights and days to come. I will mould you to my shape. You shall know nothing but me, and the pleasure of me, and there is an eternity for you to enjoy it."

Hades words and ministrations induced further shudders in his captive. Alexios could barely speak now, his cock pulsing and twitching. He thought he might come just from what Hades had said alone. The idea of being the object of such practices without relent had completely shut down his mind and inhibitions. He was completely helpless, trapped in Hades' spell.

"Hades…" He gasped, a warning in his urgent tone.

Hades laughed with a hint of sadistic quality and Alexios' eyes widened as he felt a tight circular squeeze at the base of his tortured member in the same way as the invisible collar had tightened around his neck. This time, the pressure did not relent and he felt his already strained organ swell to even more heightened sensitivity.

"It's time. I require you to bring yourself to the most vigorous completion you can manage. I expect it will be the most wonderful torment you have ever known."

Obeying the command completely without any of his own will remaining, Alexios gripped himself and furiously pumped, unbridled, ragged cries escaping his throat. His eyes were pressed shut and his mouth hanging open, completely enraptured by the desperate sensation. Within seconds his body spasmed, muscles rippling as he was thrown over the edge into a sea of intense climax, momentarily blinding him. The longest expulsion of reams of hot white liquid spurted from him in several rounds. Even when Alexios thought he might finally be spent, another wave of delicious pressure and squeeze down in his sack brought him back once again to a shuddering conclusion. Eventually the spasms stopped and Alexios all but collapsed into Hades' chest.

"Now rest…"

Before he knew what was happening, the Isu magic had unravelled from his body, collected into a sharp point and zoomed into his brain like an arrow.

The last thing Alexios registered before he passed out was droplets of his own release rolling down the black chest plate of Hades, and a large hand affectionately caressing his thigh.