The nonexistence of any of the characters outside of themselves and the fact that this was their first time trying this particular scenario made it easy to be vague. They could come up with specifics for these characters later if they wanted- and Clu found himself wanting to, having to turn his mind from imaging details about what made this Lucillus so detestable to focus on their game-, but for now the lack of information added to the sense of ominousness, of disaster narrowly averted. And would also add to the gratitude of his code-brother's character, at having been spared from such a fate, even if it wasn't his current 'Master' who'd done it directly.
His smirk broadened though, at the way his omega reacted to the gentle touches. They were clearly serving their purpose, both inside and outside the scenario. The idea in both worlds was to get him incredibly turned on, of course. But while in reality, their mutual pleasure was the only real goal, within the scenario it also helped the Master not only to see how his new toy reacted to being played with, but also making it much more difficult for him to focus enough to deliberately lie.
He made a soft sound, half thoughtful and half approving at the length of time til his omega's next heat. His code brother's own cycles were much shorter, as they'd discovered, but the time until the next one was accurate. Not so soon that the Master would need to deal with it immediately or that there as any danger of a premature heat being triggered by the general upheaval of being forced into a new environment, but also not so far off that he would have long to wait. An excellent balance.
He noticed the faltering with his title, and debated saying something about it, but the immediate and chagrinned self-correction was enough. He had to suppress a soft, possessive growl at the thought of his omega being used like that- as Master, he wouldn't have had this one long enough to especially care, and he had asked- but at the same time, the idea of how desperately eager for an Alpha he would have been, how helplessly wanton, was a definite turn on.
He allowed only a small amount of that to creep into his voice when he next spoke though. "All in good time," he said. "Though for now, testing you is proving to be... diverting." There was a note there as well that would say that this was a pleasant surprise. The new slave was pleasing his Master by not just being more of the same.
"For now, I'll trust that my majordomo has taken care of what needs done medically before sending your to me." No sense interrupting fun for paperwork in any world, after all, though he made it sound as though he would still be double checking it later.
"Though I do wonder...", he said, taking hold of his end of the leash for the first time, and keeping hold of it in his free hand, connecting them somewhat for the first time in the scenario, "how long has it been for you, since an Alpha last had you in their bed? How long since you didn't feel empty, even with a cock in you?" He reached carefully around with the tickler, using the feather to caress his omega's ass even as he stood in front of him. "And have you ever fulfilled your other purpose as an omega? Have you ever been bred, either by your Alpha or by another slave?"
Because, biologically speaking, that was the purpose behind heat and rut, the purpose behind sex at all. And a slave that had already proven to be good 'breeding stock' would be a bonus for any Master, as any resulting offspring would either be more servants or could be sold for a profit. Or, if they proved to be Alphas, they could be potential heirs for his Master, which would likely net the slave that bore them preferential treatment and- if they were lucky- potentially even their freedom.
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His smirk broadened though, at the way his omega reacted to the gentle touches. They were clearly serving their purpose, both inside and outside the scenario. The idea in both worlds was to get him incredibly turned on, of course. But while in reality, their mutual pleasure was the only real goal, within the scenario it also helped the Master not only to see how his new toy reacted to being played with, but also making it much more difficult for him to focus enough to deliberately lie.
He made a soft sound, half thoughtful and half approving at the length of time til his omega's next heat. His code brother's own cycles were much shorter, as they'd discovered, but the time until the next one was accurate. Not so soon that the Master would need to deal with it immediately or that there as any danger of a premature heat being triggered by the general upheaval of being forced into a new environment, but also not so far off that he would have long to wait. An excellent balance.
He noticed the faltering with his title, and debated saying something about it, but the immediate and chagrinned self-correction was enough. He had to suppress a soft, possessive growl at the thought of his omega being used like that- as Master, he wouldn't have had this one long enough to especially care, and he had asked- but at the same time, the idea of how desperately eager for an Alpha he would have been, how helplessly wanton, was a definite turn on.
He allowed only a small amount of that to creep into his voice when he next spoke though. "All in good time," he said. "Though for now, testing you is proving to be... diverting." There was a note there as well that would say that this was a pleasant surprise. The new slave was pleasing his Master by not just being more of the same.
"For now, I'll trust that my majordomo has taken care of what needs done medically before sending your to me." No sense interrupting fun for paperwork in any world, after all, though he made it sound as though he would still be double checking it later.
"Though I do wonder...", he said, taking hold of his end of the leash for the first time, and keeping hold of it in his free hand, connecting them somewhat for the first time in the scenario, "how long has it been for you, since an Alpha last had you in their bed? How long since you didn't feel empty, even with a cock in you?" He reached carefully around with the tickler, using the feather to caress his omega's ass even as he stood in front of him. "And have you ever fulfilled your other purpose as an omega? Have you ever been bred, either by your Alpha or by another slave?"
Because, biologically speaking, that was the purpose behind heat and rut, the purpose behind sex at all. And a slave that had already proven to be good 'breeding stock' would be a bonus for any Master, as any resulting offspring would either be more servants or could be sold for a profit. Or, if they proved to be Alphas, they could be potential heirs for his Master, which would likely net the slave that bore them preferential treatment and- if they were lucky- potentially even their freedom.