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Why did He Take My Wings?
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Category:
+S through Z › Tales of Symphonia
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
4,152
Reviews:
17
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Tales of Symphonia, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Enslavement
Disclaimer: I don’t own Tales of Symphonia, but I did beat it multiple times! So the suing of the poor author shall not be occurring… EVER!
NOTE: This is a response to vashutyphoon’s challenge, never responded to a challenge and I’m up for it! *gets into fighter stance*
ALSO NOTE: People who are reading “From Here to There” I will NOT be STOPPING that story by any means, I’m too afraid of you to stop.
ALSO ALSO NOTE: (THIS ONE’S IMPORTANT TO THE PLOT) Genis is not in this story. Why? BECAUSE I HATE HIM!!! So if you love him, to bad. (Yes I make a note to put all of the GOOD eight companions and some cool secondary characters out of spite of one of the most annoying characters of all time!)
ALSO ALSO ALSO NOTE: (This is getting like the Monty Python Holy Grail Credits! My sister was once bitten by a moose…) ‘word’ = thoughts… for those of you who didn’t know.
ALSO ALSO ALSO ALSO NOTE: (ESSENTIAL TO THE PLOT) In this AU EVERYONE has wings.
Why did He Take My Wings?
Prologue: Enslavement
The only thing Lloyd could do now was curse. Curse his father for living to this Godsforsaken hierarchy, curse his mother for bearing only one son, but most of all cursing himself for believing that stupid lie that he would never find himself here. Scratch that, most of all he cursed Yggdrasill for being that perverted bastard that he was.
So with his silent curse Lloyd curled up into a ball, confined in the small cage that held him on display. He let his head rest on the soft cushions that gave him small physical comfort, nothing compared to the betrayal he felt in his heart. His father had promised him, promised him, that Lord Yggdrasill’s present for receiving the thrown would not be his only son.
But what was the point of thinking about it now? What’s done is done, there was no turning back. ‘You’re just going to have to suck it up and accept your fate.’ But even as those words crossed his mind Lloyd knew he’d ever be able to live up to them.
Slowly he shifted into a sitting fetal position, pressing his back against the cool bars. His mind wandered to no place particular, the only place it wasn’t was there, inside the cage where his body was.
“As beautiful as remembered,” Came a voice from behind him, “more so in this position, I must say.”
Lloyd jumped, turning to see where his admirer stood. Yggdrasill watched his new pet with a small smirk on his face. He was dressed in his usual all white attire, his wings let out, hovering a few inches over the ground.
Slowly he moved over to the lock next to the door and broke it, then swung open the door, causing the teen inside to scramble away.
“Stay away from me.” He whispered.
The taller angel’s smile vanished and a dangerous glint flashed across his eyes. “Is that the way you address you lord and master?” As he asked his tone became dangerous, “Slaves such as you will soon learn the price for disobeying me.” As quick as lightning he grabbed onto the now cowering Lloyd and pressed him against his body.
“But now is not the time for that.” His voice came to a more gentle tone, “Pronyma!” He called, “Come here and get him dressed.”
Yggdrasill released his new prize and quickly walked out of the room, his wings flowing behind him. Not a moment after the woman he had called for, Pronyma, drifted in. Lloyd had about her, the Lord’s personal designer who, in a desire for fashion, had sacrificed her wings for the gold ring that now surrounded her. Unfortunately, in Lloyd’s mind, many noble women in Cruxis were doing the same to follow the designer in her new trend.
“Get out of there.” She ordered.
Lloyd quickly complied, standing in front of her, trying to cover up himself as best as he could.
“None of that.” She waved to his actions, which were hesitantly ceased. “Now stand still.” The wingless angel began to take measurements of Lloyd’s body, taking her time to write them down on a notepad, that Lloyd had not noticed.
Soon the teen fell into a daze, not aware of anything until the session was almost over. He gasped as the designer took hold of his soft phallus and began measuring it.
“How big do you get?”
Lloyd nearly jumped out of the hold of his newly considered molester. “W-what?” He stammered out of confusion and embarrassment.
Pronyma gave out an annoyed sigh, “Tell me how big do you get when erect, or do we have to find out?”
The thought gave Lloyd an unpleasant shiver up his spine, “Seven.” He murmured, his face flushing a bright red.
“What was that? I couldn’t hear you.” She gave a smirk, now enjoying the boy’s discomfort.
‘Bitch’ he thought before answering, “Seven.”
“Seven what?” Her haughty tone getting on Lloyd’s nerves.
“Inches.” He nearly growled.
“Don’t hold that tone with me boy.” She warned, “You may be Lord Yggdrasill’s new toy, but I still hold years of seniority over you which can make your life a living Hell.”
The teen instantly shut himself up, waiting patiently for Pronyma to finish her notes, “We should have something for you to wear by the end of the day.” With that she quickly turned and exited the room.
More then a little confused Lloyd looked around the room to find what he could do. But the only thing he found in the stone room, besides himself, was the cage he had been, until recently, looked in. Letting out a sad sigh he made his way into the cage and laid down onto the cushions.
NOTE: This is a response to vashutyphoon’s challenge, never responded to a challenge and I’m up for it! *gets into fighter stance*
ALSO NOTE: People who are reading “From Here to There” I will NOT be STOPPING that story by any means, I’m too afraid of you to stop.
ALSO ALSO NOTE: (THIS ONE’S IMPORTANT TO THE PLOT) Genis is not in this story. Why? BECAUSE I HATE HIM!!! So if you love him, to bad. (Yes I make a note to put all of the GOOD eight companions and some cool secondary characters out of spite of one of the most annoying characters of all time!)
ALSO ALSO ALSO NOTE: (This is getting like the Monty Python Holy Grail Credits! My sister was once bitten by a moose…) ‘word’ = thoughts… for those of you who didn’t know.
ALSO ALSO ALSO ALSO NOTE: (ESSENTIAL TO THE PLOT) In this AU EVERYONE has wings.
Why did He Take My Wings?
Prologue: Enslavement
The only thing Lloyd could do now was curse. Curse his father for living to this Godsforsaken hierarchy, curse his mother for bearing only one son, but most of all cursing himself for believing that stupid lie that he would never find himself here. Scratch that, most of all he cursed Yggdrasill for being that perverted bastard that he was.
So with his silent curse Lloyd curled up into a ball, confined in the small cage that held him on display. He let his head rest on the soft cushions that gave him small physical comfort, nothing compared to the betrayal he felt in his heart. His father had promised him, promised him, that Lord Yggdrasill’s present for receiving the thrown would not be his only son.
But what was the point of thinking about it now? What’s done is done, there was no turning back. ‘You’re just going to have to suck it up and accept your fate.’ But even as those words crossed his mind Lloyd knew he’d ever be able to live up to them.
Slowly he shifted into a sitting fetal position, pressing his back against the cool bars. His mind wandered to no place particular, the only place it wasn’t was there, inside the cage where his body was.
“As beautiful as remembered,” Came a voice from behind him, “more so in this position, I must say.”
Lloyd jumped, turning to see where his admirer stood. Yggdrasill watched his new pet with a small smirk on his face. He was dressed in his usual all white attire, his wings let out, hovering a few inches over the ground.
Slowly he moved over to the lock next to the door and broke it, then swung open the door, causing the teen inside to scramble away.
“Stay away from me.” He whispered.
The taller angel’s smile vanished and a dangerous glint flashed across his eyes. “Is that the way you address you lord and master?” As he asked his tone became dangerous, “Slaves such as you will soon learn the price for disobeying me.” As quick as lightning he grabbed onto the now cowering Lloyd and pressed him against his body.
“But now is not the time for that.” His voice came to a more gentle tone, “Pronyma!” He called, “Come here and get him dressed.”
Yggdrasill released his new prize and quickly walked out of the room, his wings flowing behind him. Not a moment after the woman he had called for, Pronyma, drifted in. Lloyd had about her, the Lord’s personal designer who, in a desire for fashion, had sacrificed her wings for the gold ring that now surrounded her. Unfortunately, in Lloyd’s mind, many noble women in Cruxis were doing the same to follow the designer in her new trend.
“Get out of there.” She ordered.
Lloyd quickly complied, standing in front of her, trying to cover up himself as best as he could.
“None of that.” She waved to his actions, which were hesitantly ceased. “Now stand still.” The wingless angel began to take measurements of Lloyd’s body, taking her time to write them down on a notepad, that Lloyd had not noticed.
Soon the teen fell into a daze, not aware of anything until the session was almost over. He gasped as the designer took hold of his soft phallus and began measuring it.
“How big do you get?”
Lloyd nearly jumped out of the hold of his newly considered molester. “W-what?” He stammered out of confusion and embarrassment.
Pronyma gave out an annoyed sigh, “Tell me how big do you get when erect, or do we have to find out?”
The thought gave Lloyd an unpleasant shiver up his spine, “Seven.” He murmured, his face flushing a bright red.
“What was that? I couldn’t hear you.” She gave a smirk, now enjoying the boy’s discomfort.
‘Bitch’ he thought before answering, “Seven.”
“Seven what?” Her haughty tone getting on Lloyd’s nerves.
“Inches.” He nearly growled.
“Don’t hold that tone with me boy.” She warned, “You may be Lord Yggdrasill’s new toy, but I still hold years of seniority over you which can make your life a living Hell.”
The teen instantly shut himself up, waiting patiently for Pronyma to finish her notes, “We should have something for you to wear by the end of the day.” With that she quickly turned and exited the room.
More then a little confused Lloyd looked around the room to find what he could do. But the only thing he found in the stone room, besides himself, was the cage he had been, until recently, looked in. Letting out a sad sigh he made his way into the cage and laid down onto the cushions.