Persuade him
From Create Your Own Story
"Zeth, wait, please," Dez said, hurrying after him. "That's not what want to talk to you about." Zeth stopped and turned to face him, his gray-blue eyes dark as storm clouds.
"It's not, eh? Then what so you want to talk about? The weather? The high price of dragon bile? Who's going to win the Series?"
"No, Zeth, I--Okay, it's what I want to talk about, but...Look, if you grant me this honor, I swear that I will not hurt you. No one else in this place will say that. Most of them want to see how loud they can make you scream." Zeth paled. "The first time I had to participate in one of these things, I was brutalized, fucked by every one of them, one after the other. It was a nightmare. I don't want to see you suffer the same fate."
"Why?" Zeth asked, his voice tight. "Why do you care what happens to me?"
"Because you're just a kid, relatively speaking. I know you're twenty, but that's too young for something like this. You should have more time to experience the joys in life before you're introduced to the horrors, time to really experience good sex before being subjected to the bad." Zeth opened his mouth, but Dez didn't give him a chance to argue. "I know, you've had sex, probably a lot of sex, as powerful as you are, but it can take years to find someone who is perfect for you, and even longer to develop the kind of relationship that brings about the really great, mind-blowing, phenomenal sex that I'm talking about--"
"I'm a virgin." Dez stopped, stared, his mouth hanging open. He couldn't have heard that right.
"Wait, you're a--You can't be. You've never had sex?" Zeth shook his head. "That's not possible. You're a mage--a powerful mage--and we draw our power from sex, from lust--" He stopped and shook his head. It just wasn't possible.
Dez should...
