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“You brought wolves? Actual fucking wolves?” Jack scrambled backward, doing his best to evade the coordinated strikes. “I didn’t even know we had wolves here.”

“We do not,” Dimitri replied. “These are special.”

“They’re not special, they’re crazy,” Jack shouted, gesturing with his free hand to the immobilized arm now being gnawed on by a wolf that had snatched Jack up.

“Nikolai met them on his migration,” Dimitri explained. “Crows and wolves are best of friends; they are bound to the Leshy on a spiritual level.”

“This is cheating, you brought allies.” Jack wriggled his arm back and forth, trying his damnedest to break the wolf’s grip on his flesh without actually hurting the creature.

“They are not allies,” Dimitri continued. “They are an extension of the Leshy. The crows are our scouts. The wolves our vanguards. The trees our sentinels.”

“That all sounds fancy and shit, but… Aaaah—” Jack scrambled backward as another wolf pounced on him.

Before long, Jack lay on the ground surrounded by seven wolves and a murder of crows. Dimitri took his time approaching, prepared to call off his forces, but it appeared he waited too long.

Jack summoned absolute darkness around them, and all the beasts vanished in an instant.

“What did you do?”

“Sent them a few miles north.” Jack smirked. “By the time they get back, I’ll have won this.”

“You are cocky,” Dimitri said with a low hum. “I will enjoy humbling you, Jack.”

“All by yourself? I’d like to see you try.”

“A Leshy in the forest is never alone.” Dimitri’s rhythmic hum reverberated, and his eyes glowed a brighter green.

Branches lashed out, smacking Jack.

“You’re sicking the trees after me now?” Jack braced himself for the onslaught of attacks.

Thanks to Dimitri’s magics, he enhanced the capabilities of the trees. Granting them strong arms where their branches once were, creating vines from the tree’s willpower, and turning the forest into a final trap of defeat.

Dimitri summoned the forest’s power, ensnaring Jack’s arms and legs. Once bound by the branches and vines, the trees dragged Jack to his knees. They yanked his arms in opposing directions.

Jack strained against the grip, unable to break free. Dimitri was unsure if Jack had tired himself out or simply grown bored of battle and decided to surrender. Either way, Dimitri enjoyed his victory walk as he strutted toward Jack. Seeing him on his knees, bound in place, and forced to look up at Dimitri was quite intoxicating.

“Are you prepared to submit? To accept defeat?”

Jack sighed. “You realize I could get out of this at any moment, right?”

“So you say, but there is only one thing I wish to hear from you.”

“And what’s that?”

Dimitri took off Jack’s enchanted pumpkin and grinned at his exhausted boyfriend.

“I want to hear you tell me I am victorious.”

“You want me to use those words exactly?” Jack laughed. “Here I thought I was the one with a script. But okay, I’ll say it. You are⁠—”

Jack immediately choked on his words. Dimitri had slipped out his hard cock as Jack rambled and shoved it into his mouth.

“This is how you will tell me of my victory.” Dimitri ran his fingers through Jack’s hair and shoved him further down onto the dick. “Tell me I have won.”

Jack gurgled in response, gagging and slobbering all over Dimitri’s cock as he gave the only speech Dimitri wished to hear. It was a wonderful sound. Dimitri growled as he rammed his dick deeper into Jack’s throat.

Dimitri took great pleasure in controlling the bob of Jack’s head, sliding him up and down his cock. He could fuck Jack’s throat all day, shoot his load into Jack’s mouth, and savor the gulp as he swallowed. But Dimitri craved something far sweeter than oral.