(BL) The Villain wants a Divorce!-Chapter 99: A full denial breakdown

At first, Cass had resisted what was happening. He had refused to believe what was happening to him. He refused to look at it objectively, and lived in denial even as he floated in and out of consciousness and kept waking up hot, warm, sweat pouring from his body.

Every time he woke up from his dazed state, his body was in so much pain, and he was aching. He refused to acknowledge what he was aching for, what he needed, and instead tried to soothe the thirst that was plaguing him with water.

It was only as he was practically bathing himself in the drinkable water that he groaned, realising that there were better options.

He practically fell off of the bed, his legs barely working as he dragged himself to the bathroom. He turned the water to cold, yanking his pants off, ignoring the throbbing pain of his crotch and crawled into the tub as the water filled it.

He was shivering, the water cooling his body, but doing nothing for the heat that raged inside of him.

"Fuck. What is this?" Cass asked out loud. "You fucking fucker, Lord Blackburn. We are going to h-have some words after this." Cass warned, stuttering as the cold got to parts of his body, but not to where it was needed.

Fuck. He was so hot, and it was like a pulse was going to his damn crotch. This didn’t feel like desire, it felt like a fucking need. Like he was...he was hungry and only one thing would fill him up.

Cass choked on the words he’d said inside his head.

No.

No no no.

He was not-this was not-

There had been no fucking mention of this, at all, in the damn book!

This was a fucking scam!

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He was not-Cass was not in-

Cass coughed, unable to even say the words out loud.

It was one of his least favourite tropes. It always resulted in what felt like non-con, and he was not into that. He hated losing control of his body, especially to such a...base desire. He’d barely read books like that, and had scanned his selections carefully to make sure that they had no mention of this shit.

He didn’t hate omegaverse and things if they were done tastefully, but he’d read and seen a lot of filth.

There was no fucking way that Lord Blackburn, the fucking hidden villain of this damn book, went into...something similar every damn month.

No. No. No.

Cass was not going to stand for it. Fuck everything. Fuck the next dungeon, fuck the men in this damn mansion, fuck the girls. This was the line that Cass drew.

Fuck the gods.

This was it. This was the thing that made Cass want to turn his back on everything. He was burning from the inside out, and Cass was slowly losing control of himself. He fucking knew it.

He’d read enough to know what was about to happen to him.

If he so much as thought of any of the men, there was a chance that they could show up, and the whole fucking genre would change. No fucking wonder Lord Blackburn had locked himself up. Who the fuck would be able to resist a white haired, pale skinned twink?

Cass groaned, his teeth clenched. He wasn’t going to touch his cock. It wasn’t even his own. It was fucking Lord Blackburn’s! This was wrong! This wasn’t right! He felt like he was doing something illegal.

It didn’t help that him and Lord Blackburn didn’t have-

Stop that damn train of thought. He was not about to compare dick sizes with a man whose body he was fucking possessing.

The tub was getting full, so Cass had to turn off the water. It took a few tries, but he did manage to fold himself in half and turn it off. His stomach brushed against his erect cock and Cass moaned. Fuck.

Even the slightest of touch was enough to give him relief, but Cass knew it was only temporary. As soon as he put his hand on that cock, it was game over.

He’d be locked into finding release for the whole fucking week. No wonder Lord Blackburn didn’t want anyone to see this. He probably found it very shameful, and it was fucking illegal.

It wasn’t like he could ask a woman to help him relieve this. Cass could feel his asshole twitching, and that wasn’t very hetero of him. At least, not that he was aware of.

Plus, if he was doing that, Cass was sure that Sam would know, and would have called the appropriate person to help him out. Knowing Lord Blackburn, he wasn’t doing that shit. He was too cautious, too scared.

He wouldn’t let anyone know what was going on with his body, especially not someone so easily bought. No slander against prostitutes, but if he was in the same position, he too would sell out a rich bastard to get some freedom. Depending on what was offered. Cass knew what it was like to weigh the trust of others versus a bit of freedom.

Holy hell though, this was fucking awful. The cold water of the tub was doing nothing for him, and Cass was pretty sure he was warming it up too. His breaths were coming in pants, his chest heaving. He was sure his face was flushed, his fingers trembling, and everything inside of him was whispering, screaming that he should just...touch his dick.

Just do it.

Once would be enough.

Cass swallowed, his mouth salivating as he nearly drooled on himself in the tub.

He knew better. He fucking knew better. Don’t do it. Don’t touch his dick. Don’t even think about it.

A soft voice whispered in his ear, sweet and cloying.

He could touch his ass instead, couldn’t he? Look, there was soap nearby. Nice and slippery. He wouldn’t be touching his dick then, would he?

Cass groaned, closing his eyes as he tried to regulate his breathing.

That was the first whisper of playing with his ass, but he didn’t think it would be the last.

He didn’t feel like himself. He felt like...like a desperate whore.

There. He said it. He didn’t like feeling like this because he hadn’t ever felt like this for anyone, ever.

It was basically forced attraction, and Cass hated that. If he was going to be attracted to someone, it was going to be on his own damn terms, not this fucking forced bullshit.

"Fuck. What the hell is this?" Cass wondered out loud, wincing at how whiny he sounded. He was panting, practically breathless, the heat inside of his body slowly driving him insane. Was he going to have to touch himself to calm this heat? He was worried for his brain. If it got too hot it could cause brain damage. He’d read that somewhere once.

Fuck. Shit. Damnit. Cocksucking whore.

Cass swallowed at the last one, the words creating images in his head and he moaned. He’d never sucked a cock in his life, and now, here he was, in a tub full of now lukewarm water, his head full of images of what it would feel like if he had his lips around one right now.

He was a whore. Or was it a harlot during this time? A slut? Fuck.

Not only was Lord Blackburn a secret villain, he was a secret slut too.

A gasp escaped his lips as he realised, terrifyingly so, that Draken might be able to feel what he was feeling.

He fucking hoped not.

He was so fucked if that was the case, and he hated the idea of it.

Draken was attractive, but he wasn’t first time attractive when zoinked out of his fucking mind while whatever was happening to him was going on. It wouldn’t be consensual, and Cass would resent the man for the rest of his life.

Cass, desperate, thought awful, terrible feelings towards Draken, trying to make them as big, and as powerful as possible. It was a nice distraction from the endless heat he was drowning in, and when he was done, his brain aching, he found that he was...doing better.

He had a bit more of a grip on the heat growing in his body.

The cold water theory was not excluded, since it seemed that it had helped, but the hateful thoughts had clearly also helped. Here it was, proven that being a hater could help.

Cass drained the tub, yanked a towel from a stack on the floor nearby and draped it around his hips. He still couldn’t walk, so he dragged himself towards the bedroom again. He was surprisingly thankful for all of the gaudy carpets on the floor, since if it had been just the hardwood underneath he would have felt like a horror movie monster.

He chuckled at the thought.

"That would be fucking hilarious. Lord Blackburn, as like, the girl from the Ring movies." Cass cackled to himself, feeling more than a little unhinged.

One arm in front of the other, Cass continued to pull himself towards the bed, before standing on wobbly legs and pulling himself up onto the damaged sheets. All water, all food forgotten, Cass flopped onto his back, his gaze on the mural above him before it dropped to the tent he was pitching with his towel.

He knew he would do it. He knew there was no way he was going to be able to resist forever, but he fucking wanted to.

He was stronger than this. He was. He had already died once, he could survive this. Right?

His lower stomach ached, his ass twitching, and his cock pulsing just to mock him. He didn’t even think praying to gods or demons would help him.