I'm no writer, but I've been having kind of a bad week and wanted to make some kinky fluff :'v and I made some OCs to go along with it

This story contains: m\m, hunger/stomach growling kink, possibly mild dubious consent (still sfw), and possibly some typos and mistakes (sorry lol, I tried)

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It was with great humiliation that the bravest knight in the land, Sir Renard, found himself locked in the cell of a dungeon. A dungeon! Renard, the hero that slew dragons, single-handedly fought hordes of goblins, was the only one worthy to wield the holy fire-enchanted sword, and who shone as a beacon of justice to all onlookers was sitting helplessly in a dungeon! He shouldn’t be surprised that he found himself taken alive as a prisoner; many people considered him and the great evil warlock king, Vruxeor, to be arch enemies.

The only thing Renard could remember was getting clonked in the side of the head with a magic missile during a battle against Vruxeor’s wizard army. Usually, he was able to withstand stronger attacks, but apparently, he’d been gotten by surprise. And now he was captured, locked away somewhere in Vruxeor’s castle. What a shameful fate.

Renard removed his stuffy helmet and leaned his head back against the cold stone wall. He was exhausted- who knew how long it had been since the battle? The hollow empty feeling in his stomach told him he’d already missed his after-battle meal. He longed for any kind of food, but he knew it would be a while before he got anything, considering the cell was completely barren. It was a large room, halfway parted by cell bars. On the wall past the bars, he saw a door that led to… somewhere. His enchanted blade was leaned against the wall next to it, tantalizingly close but still out of reach. Having nothing else to do, Renard closed his eyes and let himself doze.

He awoke abruptly to the sound of the door handle rattling. He quickly put his helmet back on and stood up. He wasn’t sure who was going to come through that door, but he’d be damned if he was caught off guard (again). The door swung open and before him appeared the evil warlock king himself. Vruxeor was even mightier in person than he’d imagined; he was tall, strong and his eyes burned a bright red. Not to mention all the silver rings, bangles, and crown he wore that only added to his powerful aura. Renard began to sweat. He was tired and weak with hunger; he stood no chance against the warlock! Even so, the last thing he wanted to do was show weakness to the-

*GGGGGRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWLLLLLL*

Renard’s eyes widened and his face went red as his stomach let out a loud roar. Maybe Vruxeor didn’t hear it, he thought hopefully. Vruxeor leaned forward, letting his crown clang against the metal cell bars menacingly. “Hungry, Renard?” he asked with a smirk. Renard racked his brain for some witty comeback, but he came up blank, too focused on his embarrassment. After all, he’d just involuntarily revealed one of his greatest human weaknesses. Vruxeor, unbothered by Renard’s lack of response, unlocked the cell door and pushed his way inside.

Renard lunged at him but he was too weak, and Vruxeor pushed him over with ease. Before Renard could push himself back up, Vruxeor was upon him. Vruxeor noticed him tense up. “Relax,” he murmured, pushing aside the cloth of Renard’s surcoat and undershirt, exposing his empty grumbling stomach. He used his black claw-like fingernails to delicately massage his stomach, which rumbled loudly in response.

Renard’s face was deep red, and he was thankful he was wearing his helmet to hide it. He couldn’t lie- he was really enjoying Vruxeor’s subversively delicate touch. But if this was supposed to be “punishment,” if he enjoyed it, would Vruxeor stop? Or if he acted like he didn’t like it, would he then show mercy? Renard decided to just stay quiet and let Vruxeor do what he pleased. Well, as quiet as his stomach would allow him to be, anyway (which wasn’t very quiet at all).

Vruxeor’s belly rubs did little to ease his hunger and his stomach twisted and roared against Vruxeor’s hand for what felt like an eternity. Eventually, though, Renard’s stomach began to quiet down, giving only the occasional *grumble* and *gurgle* and he began to feel fatigued. As he felt himself drifting off, he became acutely aware of soft snoring coming from Vruxeor’s slightly parted lips. Renard couldn’t believe it- Vruxeor had fallen asleep! Not only that, but he’d left the cell door open as well! He had to admit, the sight of the sleeping warlock king was kind of cute. With a surge of adrenaline, he carefully wiggled himself out from underneath Vruxeor, praying his stomach wouldn’t decide to let out a large grumble and wake him up. Much to his luck, he was able to silently slip away.

He grabbed his sword and opened the door out into the castle. He turned to get one last look at the sleeping warlock. He smirked to himself as he went back to close the cell door, locking Vruxeor inside. He knew it wouldn’t hold him for long, but imagining the fit Vruxeor would throw once he came to was revenge enough for making him miss his favorite meal. Still, in the back of his mind, Renard knew he kind of enjoyed their intimate moment. He’d have to get captured again sometime.