Lustful Retribution: A Re:Zero Tale

Chapter 1: The Sweet Sting of Revenge

The dimly lit tavern in Lugunica buzzed with the murmur of mercenaries and merchants, but in a secluded corner, two striking figures drew every eye that dared to linger. Tivey Pearlbaton and Heatero, both aged 18, were impossible to ignore. Their youthful, delicate faces contrasted sharply with their curvaceous, almost otherworldly bodies—particularly their huge, perfectly rounded butts that strained against the tight fabric of their tailored trousers. The femboys, known for their fierce loyalty to the Fang of Iron, had a reputation for both charm and ruthlessness.

Across the room, a hulking, non-human figure sat alone, his scarred visage a testament to battles past. Reisel, once a traitor to Ricardo and the Fang of Iron, had been 'fixed'—a euphemism for the brutal correction inflicted by Capella. Now, he was a broken man, or rather, a broken beast, seeking solace in cheap ale. But Tivey and Heatero had other plans for him tonight.

'Well, well, if it isn’t the great betrayer himself,' Tivey purred, sauntering over with a sway that made heads turn. His voice dripped with honeyed venom. 'Thought you could slink away after what you did to Ricardo?'

Heatero followed, his smirk sharp as a blade. 'Oh, darling, you’ve got no idea the kind of punishment we’ve cooked up for you. Betrayal has a price, and we’re here to collect—with interest.'

Reisel’s reptilian eyes narrowed, his voice a low growl. 'I’ve paid for my sins, brats. Leave me be.'

'Paid?' Tivey laughed, a sound both melodic and menacing. 'Oh, sweetie, you haven’t even begun to pay. We’re gonna make sure you remember every second of this.' He leaned in close, whispering, 'And trust me, you’ll be begging for more by the end.'

Heatero circled behind Reisel, his hands brushing the beast’s broad shoulders. 'You see, we’ve got assets you can’t resist,' he teased, giving his own plump ass a playful slap that echoed in the quiet corner. 'And we’re gonna use ‘em to smother that ugly mug of yours until you can’t think straight.'

Reisel’s jaw tightened, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes—fear, or perhaps anticipation. 'You little punks think you can break me? I’ve faced worse.'

'Oh, we don’t think,' Tivey shot back, his grin wicked. 'We *know*. And we’re gonna enjoy every damn second of it. Get ready to worship what you’ve been missing.'

They dragged him to a back room, the air thick with tension and the scent of ale. Tivey pushed Reisel down onto a creaky chair, his movements commanding. 'Sit still, traitor. You’re about to get a face full of justice.' He turned, his massive butt hovering inches from Reisel’s face, the fabric of his trousers stretched taut. 'Like what you see? Too bad you don’t get to touch—yet.'

Heatero chuckled, already unbuttoning his own pants to reveal the smooth, flawless curve of his backside. 'My turn first, Tivey. Let’s see how long this beast lasts under me.' He lowered himself slowly, his ass pressing against Reisel’s face, the heat and weight overwhelming. 'Mmm, feels so good to put a traitor in his place. Don’t you just love this, big guy?'

Reisel grunted, his protests muffled beneath Heatero’s dominating presence. Tivey watched, licking his lips, his own body growing hot with anticipation. 'Keep squirming, Reisel. It only makes me hornier to see you struggle.'

The room grew warmer, the air charged with raw, primal energy. Sweat began to bead on Heatero’s skin as he ground down harder, his breath coming in short, excited pants. 'Oh, I’m just getting started. Wait till you feel how wet with power I am right now.'

Tivey’s eyes gleamed with mischief as he prepared to take his turn, his body aching with a need to dominate. 'Ready for round two, traitor? My ass is dripping with eagerness to crush you.'

As the tension built to a fever pitch, the promise of something even more explosive hung in the air—a punishment so intense, so raw, that Reisel would never forget the night he crossed the Fang of Iron.