Gilded Cages [1/?]
anonymous
February 11 2013, 02:23:46 UTC
The trunk was large and heavy, carried between four blank-faced Fereldan templars. Danarius sipped his wine thoughtfully, then held the glass out to be refilled by his pet 'little wolf', looking questioningly at his guest.
"A precaution," his guest said with a vague gesture, and the templars sat the trunk down. It was locked from the outside. "My countrymen ask less questions of large boxes than they do of apprentices wandering outside the tower. Irving thinks we're on a bit of a research trip into the woods near Amaranthine."
"This is the boy you spoke of?" the magister asked, as the trunk was unlocked and opened by the templars. He sat up a little in his chair, peeking over the edge of the container at the barest hint of pale skin. "Did you make the preparations I instructed?"
"Of course," Uldred's tone was silky, "and our agreement?"
The boy in the box slowly got to his knees, blinking hard in the light. Despite his time spent locked away, he was immaculately clean -- Uldred's other thralls had seen to that a short ways away from their meeting place.
"Bring him to me," Danarius set his wineglass aside, and gestured lazily at his bodyguard, who stepped forward to obey. One gauntleted hand fisted in the boy's white-gold hair and hauled him upright, guiding him roughly into stepping out of the trunk, and bringing him forward. Danarius smiled at this, eyes half-lidding. His little wolf knew how to fetch.
"Here, on my lap," he patted his thigh, and was pleased when the thrall straddled his legs without making Fenris position him further, sinking gracefully onto his lap once the guard released his hair. The boy was more muscular than most mages his age in the 'free' countries, but Danarius already knew that Uldred had encouraged the young elf's fitness. It suited him; he wore the bulk of added muscle with the sleek grace of a jungle cat. To make him lose that muscle would have meant marring his beauty.
"Master," the boy murmured rather demurely, vivid blue eyes properly downcast. He didn't feel particularly heavy on Danarius' thighs, and the magister ran the fingertips of one hand over his borrowed toy's exquisitely smooth skin, tweaking a nipple in passing. It immediately pebbled, though the boy didn't so much as twitch. He just sat, passive, legs spread to straddle Danarius', all pale perfection atop the magister's dark robes. Even his cock, which was appropriately hard, was pleasing to the eye and yet quite easy to ignore, because the boy didn't fidget or shift in place.
Remarkable, considering where the boy was from. At his age -- late teens, wasn't it? -- even a house-bred slave from Tevinter would have been pressed to remain quite so still. That this was a reasonably fresh thrall... ah, well, boys like this one only proved that some people were simply born to be owned. This one had clearly been created with abject servitude running thick in his blood. To deny him the pleasure of being owned would be a sin, indeed.
"You have trained him quite well, Uldred," Danarius picked up his glass and took a thoughtful sip, "and in so little time. Once I've stripped and bound his memory properly for you, I daresay he will be perfection itself. Fenris..." it was in the same lazy, pleased tone, "I wish to see you rut him."
Danarius parted his thighs to make the boy's spread further in turn, smiling with pleasure as his little wolf immediately moved to obey, drawing himself out of his clothing and half-kneeling between Danarius' boots. The magister toyed with his wineglass as he watched the boy's face; watched his eyelashes flutter as he blinked, his lips part a little as he breathed... and his breathing hitch just so as Fenris unceremoniously thrust up and in with a soft grunt, sheathing himself to the root inside the boy's already-lubed entrance. Fenris was blessed with a lovely bit of cock, Danarius knew... it was quite blunt and thick, perfect for taking some of the pretense out of a too-lovely boy.
Gilded Cages [2/?]
anonymous
February 11 2013, 02:25:03 UTC
"Continue, little wolf," Danarius crooned, twirling his wineglass lazily between his fingertips, "fill him for me. And it would please me if you could make him cry out." And to the boy, he added, "I will make you regret it if you cry out, my borrowed pet. I will make you regret it most painfully. Do not disappoint."
The magister leaned back in his seat and nursed his wine, enjoying the animalistic growls and snarls from his little wolf as he savagely fucked the blond boy, who didn't even flinch when Fenris' gauntlets closed around his hips and the sharp points dug into his pale skin, drawing rich drops of blood. No, all the other elf did was tip his head back to bare his throat to Danarius, countering each of Fenris' thrusts just enough to keep the force of it from jarring Danarius' wineglass.
"It's almost a pity one of them isn't a girl," Danarius sighed to Uldred, as though they spoke of their favorite horses, "I would breed them, they are so lovely together. Your boy is a natural... he is simply wasted as a mage."
"Indeed," Uldred smiled a nasty little smile at the picture presented, "well, you'll have him for two weeks. If you have a female slave you favor, feel free to put him to stud. I don't care."
"Oh? Splendid," the magister mulled, already thinking of prospects and how quickly he could possibly get some of them shipped over from Tevinter. This little meeting was taking place in Amaranthine, in secret, and the trip was a long one. A pity. "Don't throw this one off the tower, Uldred. I will pay you his weight in gold when you retire him. This is a rare little creature you have tamed."
They spoke for a while longer, hammering out the details of their current deal, and then Uldred left. Danarius took some of the wine from his glass and flicked it into Fenris' face over the boy's shoulder. The slave snarled with effort redoubled at the unspoken command, the lyrium brands flickering with light, boosting his strength as he spilled himself inside the thrall in a series of teeth-jarringly savage thrusts.
The boy cried out, loudly, crystal clear in the large room.
Danarius smiled. "We are going to have such fun, you and I."
- - - - -
"Shhh, shhh, it isn't that bad, now is it little skylark?" Danarius asked softly, even though the thrall wasn't resisting his torture. "I asked you a question."
The thrall was on the table, his limbs bound in an excruciatingly lovely position by only the thinnest gossamer strings. If he so much as twitched wrong, or relaxed a single sublime muscle, they would snap. He trembled with effort, a fine sheen of sweat gleaming on his pale skin. "No, Master," the thrall's tone was soft, "thank you, Master."
"Mmm, so well-behaved," Danarius ran a fingertip down the thrall's impossibly-arched stomach, stopping just short of the hard, swollen cock that stood up and out with appreciation, "I truly don't want to give you back, little skylark, little... Tannusen..."
Ah, his name made the thrall suck in a small, startled breath, as though he'd thought Danarius wouldn't know it; wouldn't know who he was in polite society, although it wasn't as though a Circle apprentice was worth note. As though Uldred would not have filled him in on all the pertinent details. Danarius smiled, leaning down as though to sample the scent of a rose, giving the boy's pristine cock a slow, deliberate suck. The thrall trembled harder, almost hard enough to break the strings, and Danarius tongued his slit thoughtfully before straightening back up.
"I am told you cannot climax without an order from your Master," he said conversationally, "that would be me right now, would it not?"
"Yes, Master," the boy whispered.
"Do you want to come, little skylark?" Danarius gave the tip of his cock a hard flick with his fingertip, watching it sway from side to side and twitch with blood-flow. "Hmm?"
"No, Master," the thrall's whisper was a little ragged, now.
"Truly?" the magister considered this information, then leaned down so that he spoke right in the boy's daintily-pointed ear, "Do you wish to never come, my pet?"
"Please," the boy's tortured, soft voice was full of the most delicious reverence, "never."
Re: Gilded Cages [2/?]
anonymous
February 12 2013, 03:07:23 UTC
Dearest writerface, sometimes the darker ones are the best. They have the opportunity to really pull emotions out of me and leave me wrung out on the floor like a used washcloth.
Gilded Cages [3/?]
anonymous
February 12 2013, 01:11:15 UTC
"Elaborate for me," Danarius was admittedly intrigued, and he ran the back of a finger up and down the underside of the thrall's cock, amusing himself with the way it pulsed and twitched, obviously right on the edge of climax and unable to attain it. Ah, but it had to be getting quite painful.
"I wish to serve," said the thrall, his voice choked with pleasure-pain as Danarius wrapped his fingers around him and stroked, fast and hard, "I live to serve my Master! My torment, my pain, for you."
"My goodness, but you've been taught well," the magister paused to thumb the tip of his prize, gathering the drops of precum. He beckoned Fenris over, and fed the droplets to the armored elf, who placidly licked his thumb clean for him in a few swipes of his warm, soft tongue. "Don't you agree, Fenris?"
"Of course, Master," Fenris agreed, expression neutral. As much as he openly adored his Master, ordinarily, he often grew shuttered and quiet whenever Danarius indulged with another. Perhaps it was time for his little wolf to be taken down a peg, as well...
"Taste him, my pet," the magister ordered, sliding his hand around behind Fenris' head and pulling him forward and down, toward the thrall's over-stimulated cock. He watched intently as Fenris lapped at the other's shaft, making the boy shiver in place. Would he break the strings? "You can do better than that, Fenris," Danarius chided him, letting go of the back of the warrior's head. "I will make you a deal, my pet. Make him break his bonds, and I will give you a treat."
Fenris' ears twitched at that, and Danarius smiled broadly, stepping back. "That's right," he crooned, "your training versus his in a little... competition. Go on, my dear. Make me proud." And he settled into his chair to watch, pleased with his own ability to manipulate his bodyguard. He didn't need to thrall Fenris, the elf was so pliant, so easily molded to his whims.
And that boy, the thrall... Danarius watched his face as Fenris licked his length, watched him breathe in and out as slowly as he could to avoid breaking the spiderweb-thin strings. Just holding his position, curled backwards over his own limbs, was excruciating without any support... how much torture was it to have Fenris' skilled tongue swirling over his tip?
And it was a very skilled tongue, of course. Danarius would have it no other way. He smiled fondly at his servant, shifting his attention back to Fenris' task as the warrior took the thrall in his mouth properly, sliding the flared head of the boy's cock slowly between his lips...
He was a pleasure to watch at work. Danarius poured his own wine, content to let his guard continue his task uninterrupted. The magister toyed with the glass for a while, watching Fenris swallow the thrall by half-inches; the blond boy shivered and trembled lightly, but the only real movement was his throat as he swallowed, hard, as Fenris took the rest of him.
"He has an exquisite mouth, doesn't he?" Danarius asked, pleased to note the flash of pride in his wolf's expression as his master conversed with the thrall. "Very supple, and so warm."
"Yes, Master," came the whispered reply, the boy obviously not trusting himself to speak louder.
"Speak to me at a normal volume, little skylark," Danarius chided, "I've named you for a songbird; I wish to hear you sing. Now, what was that?"
"Y-yes, Master," the boy's voice was choked with concentration and... ah, there it was, like a sweet aftertaste all of its own: pain. Just as Uldred had claimed, just a glimpse of the boy's anguish was exquisite. The pleasure of peeling back his defenses to find more of it was going to be payment all in itself. And there was no mistaking it, the boy's perfect obedience was a defense all of its own. If he didn't have to speak, he didn't have to think, and if he didn't have to think, he didn't have to accept any of what was happening.
Danarius smiled to himself. Uldred had found and trained an excellent toy, but it was Danarius who would make a proper thrall of him. "Describe what it feels like, my pet," he prompted with deceptive gentleness, "my wolf should hear how you appreciate his work."
Re: Gilded Cages [3/?] (Writerface here, update on updates)
anonymous
February 23 2013, 01:10:01 UTC
I promise everyone I'm still working on this! I just seem to have been hit by the flu of death, via roommates, and it's wrecking hell with my already-bad health. <3
Gilded Cages [4/?]
anonymous
March 5 2013, 10:58:28 UTC
"It feels... good?" the thrall tried, though he had to gasp in a shallow breath mid-way through the sentence, as Fenris began to bob his head, his cheeks hollowed with suction and his eyes gleaming with an almost hostile intensity. A pity the boy couldn't see it, arched like he was... Fenris had truly gorgeous eyes, and they were simply stunning when he was being aggressive.
"You can do so much better than that, little skylark," Danarius scolded, rising from his seat and approaching, enjoying the brief look of apprehension on the thrall's face. Good, he should be wary when he made a mistake. "In detail, if you please. Describe how what he is doing to you feels. Are his lips soft? Tight? Is his tongue hot? Is it pressing just so?" The magister ran a fingertip down the smooth column of the thrall's arched throat, lowering his voice, "...How does it feel whenever you slide into the back of his throat, hm?"
"It... ah..." the boy's voice was ragged with pleasure-pain, "his mouth is so w-warm, Master. H-his tongue is like fire--!" he all but yelped the last word, and Danarius glanced over to see that Fenris had slipped a gauntlet off his hand and inserted a finger halfway inside the thrall's entrance, still slick with the slave's own earlier spend.
"I didn't give you permission to finger him, Fenris," Danarius scolded gently, "remove that at once."
The warrior obeyed instantly, which made his current prey gasp in a sharp breath at the sudden absence. Danarius stepped around the table to Fenris' side, examining the results. A few drops of Fenris' seed had spilled from the thrall and onto the table due to the slave's actions, despite the tight clench of the boy's hole.
The magister slid his fingers into Fenris' soft white hair and pulled him away from the thrall's cock, which was revealed to be slick and quite clearly painfully hard from Fenris' efforts... it had swollen further than earlier. Danarius eyed it thoughtfully as it twitched in the air, and then pushed his slave's face against the table. "I won't have you staining the table with your sloppiness, Fenris. Clean that up."
If Fenris slid the side of his face between the boy's delicately-bound thighs and stretched his tongue enough, as he was doing now on Danarius' order, he could just barely lap the drops of his own cum from the wooden surface. "Good boy," the magister cooed, "that's a good little wolf. Now, back to your work..."
The slave did as he was told, swallowing the thrall's cock back down again in one swift movement that had the boy gasping, jerking once in surprise and -- yes -- snapping several of the strings over his body.
"Oh, good Fenris," Danarius chuckled, "very clever of you to surprise him like that. Would you like your treat now?"
The slave released his prize again, looking quite proud of himself. "If it pleases you, Master," Fenris' voice was a little rough from taking the thrall's cock down his throat. As deep as his voice usually was, the added roughness suited him marvelously.
"I thought to have you fuck him again," the magister mused aloud, reaching out to idly run his fingertips up and down the blond boy's stomach. To his credit, the thrall hadn't tried to move despite several of his ties breaking, even though he had to be in excruciating agony from holding his position for so long, "but looking at him after he'd had you sucking on him... I think it would be a waste to not make use of his cock. Don't you agree, Fenris?"
"As you say, Master," Fenris had the grace to not sound dubious, at least. Danarius smiled fondly at him.
"Strip and prepare yourself on the bed, my little wolf," the magister ordered, snapping the strings across the thrall's body one by one with a fingertip. The skin under his touch was silk-smooth and trembling. "You may relax for a time," he said to the blond, "we wouldn't want you cramping up in the middle of this, now would we?"
The thrall obediently rearranged himself to ease strained and exhausted muscles, not daring to get off the table. Danarius wrapped his fingers around the boy's cock and stroked, slowly, smiling with pleasure when the elf gave a pained whimper at the over-stimulation before he could stifle the sound.
"A precaution," his guest said with a vague gesture, and the templars sat the trunk down. It was locked from the outside. "My countrymen ask less questions of large boxes than they do of apprentices wandering outside the tower. Irving thinks we're on a bit of a research trip into the woods near Amaranthine."
"This is the boy you spoke of?" the magister asked, as the trunk was unlocked and opened by the templars. He sat up a little in his chair, peeking over the edge of the container at the barest hint of pale skin. "Did you make the preparations I instructed?"
"Of course," Uldred's tone was silky, "and our agreement?"
The boy in the box slowly got to his knees, blinking hard in the light. Despite his time spent locked away, he was immaculately clean -- Uldred's other thralls had seen to that a short ways away from their meeting place.
"Bring him to me," Danarius set his wineglass aside, and gestured lazily at his bodyguard, who stepped forward to obey. One gauntleted hand fisted in the boy's white-gold hair and hauled him upright, guiding him roughly into stepping out of the trunk, and bringing him forward. Danarius smiled at this, eyes half-lidding. His little wolf knew how to fetch.
"Here, on my lap," he patted his thigh, and was pleased when the thrall straddled his legs without making Fenris position him further, sinking gracefully onto his lap once the guard released his hair. The boy was more muscular than most mages his age in the 'free' countries, but Danarius already knew that Uldred had encouraged the young elf's fitness. It suited him; he wore the bulk of added muscle with the sleek grace of a jungle cat. To make him lose that muscle would have meant marring his beauty.
"Master," the boy murmured rather demurely, vivid blue eyes properly downcast. He didn't feel particularly heavy on Danarius' thighs, and the magister ran the fingertips of one hand over his borrowed toy's exquisitely smooth skin, tweaking a nipple in passing. It immediately pebbled, though the boy didn't so much as twitch. He just sat, passive, legs spread to straddle Danarius', all pale perfection atop the magister's dark robes. Even his cock, which was appropriately hard, was pleasing to the eye and yet quite easy to ignore, because the boy didn't fidget or shift in place.
Remarkable, considering where the boy was from. At his age -- late teens, wasn't it? -- even a house-bred slave from Tevinter would have been pressed to remain quite so still. That this was a reasonably fresh thrall... ah, well, boys like this one only proved that some people were simply born to be owned. This one had clearly been created with abject servitude running thick in his blood. To deny him the pleasure of being owned would be a sin, indeed.
"You have trained him quite well, Uldred," Danarius picked up his glass and took a thoughtful sip, "and in so little time. Once I've stripped and bound his memory properly for you, I daresay he will be perfection itself. Fenris..." it was in the same lazy, pleased tone, "I wish to see you rut him."
Danarius parted his thighs to make the boy's spread further in turn, smiling with pleasure as his little wolf immediately moved to obey, drawing himself out of his clothing and half-kneeling between Danarius' boots. The magister toyed with his wineglass as he watched the boy's face; watched his eyelashes flutter as he blinked, his lips part a little as he breathed... and his breathing hitch just so as Fenris unceremoniously thrust up and in with a soft grunt, sheathing himself to the root inside the boy's already-lubed entrance. Fenris was blessed with a lovely bit of cock, Danarius knew... it was quite blunt and thick, perfect for taking some of the pretense out of a too-lovely boy.
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The magister leaned back in his seat and nursed his wine, enjoying the animalistic growls and snarls from his little wolf as he savagely fucked the blond boy, who didn't even flinch when Fenris' gauntlets closed around his hips and the sharp points dug into his pale skin, drawing rich drops of blood. No, all the other elf did was tip his head back to bare his throat to Danarius, countering each of Fenris' thrusts just enough to keep the force of it from jarring Danarius' wineglass.
"It's almost a pity one of them isn't a girl," Danarius sighed to Uldred, as though they spoke of their favorite horses, "I would breed them, they are so lovely together. Your boy is a natural... he is simply wasted as a mage."
"Indeed," Uldred smiled a nasty little smile at the picture presented, "well, you'll have him for two weeks. If you have a female slave you favor, feel free to put him to stud. I don't care."
"Oh? Splendid," the magister mulled, already thinking of prospects and how quickly he could possibly get some of them shipped over from Tevinter. This little meeting was taking place in Amaranthine, in secret, and the trip was a long one. A pity. "Don't throw this one off the tower, Uldred. I will pay you his weight in gold when you retire him. This is a rare little creature you have tamed."
They spoke for a while longer, hammering out the details of their current deal, and then Uldred left. Danarius took some of the wine from his glass and flicked it into Fenris' face over the boy's shoulder. The slave snarled with effort redoubled at the unspoken command, the lyrium brands flickering with light, boosting his strength as he spilled himself inside the thrall in a series of teeth-jarringly savage thrusts.
The boy cried out, loudly, crystal clear in the large room.
Danarius smiled. "We are going to have such fun, you and I."
- - - - -
"Shhh, shhh, it isn't that bad, now is it little skylark?" Danarius asked softly, even though the thrall wasn't resisting his torture. "I asked you a question."
The thrall was on the table, his limbs bound in an excruciatingly lovely position by only the thinnest gossamer strings. If he so much as twitched wrong, or relaxed a single sublime muscle, they would snap. He trembled with effort, a fine sheen of sweat gleaming on his pale skin. "No, Master," the thrall's tone was soft, "thank you, Master."
"Mmm, so well-behaved," Danarius ran a fingertip down the thrall's impossibly-arched stomach, stopping just short of the hard, swollen cock that stood up and out with appreciation, "I truly don't want to give you back, little skylark, little... Tannusen..."
Ah, his name made the thrall suck in a small, startled breath, as though he'd thought Danarius wouldn't know it; wouldn't know who he was in polite society, although it wasn't as though a Circle apprentice was worth note. As though Uldred would not have filled him in on all the pertinent details. Danarius smiled, leaning down as though to sample the scent of a rose, giving the boy's pristine cock a slow, deliberate suck. The thrall trembled harder, almost hard enough to break the strings, and Danarius tongued his slit thoughtfully before straightening back up.
"I am told you cannot climax without an order from your Master," he said conversationally, "that would be me right now, would it not?"
"Yes, Master," the boy whispered.
"Do you want to come, little skylark?" Danarius gave the tip of his cock a hard flick with his fingertip, watching it sway from side to side and twitch with blood-flow. "Hmm?"
"No, Master," the thrall's whisper was a little ragged, now.
"Truly?" the magister considered this information, then leaned down so that he spoke right in the boy's daintily-pointed ear, "Do you wish to never come, my pet?"
"Please," the boy's tortured, soft voice was full of the most delicious reverence, "never."
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Without being too greedy, MORE MORE MORE!!!!
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Plus, duh, it's Tannusen, 'nuf said!
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"I wish to serve," said the thrall, his voice choked with pleasure-pain as Danarius wrapped his fingers around him and stroked, fast and hard, "I live to serve my Master! My torment, my pain, for you."
"My goodness, but you've been taught well," the magister paused to thumb the tip of his prize, gathering the drops of precum. He beckoned Fenris over, and fed the droplets to the armored elf, who placidly licked his thumb clean for him in a few swipes of his warm, soft tongue. "Don't you agree, Fenris?"
"Of course, Master," Fenris agreed, expression neutral. As much as he openly adored his Master, ordinarily, he often grew shuttered and quiet whenever Danarius indulged with another. Perhaps it was time for his little wolf to be taken down a peg, as well...
"Taste him, my pet," the magister ordered, sliding his hand around behind Fenris' head and pulling him forward and down, toward the thrall's over-stimulated cock. He watched intently as Fenris lapped at the other's shaft, making the boy shiver in place. Would he break the strings? "You can do better than that, Fenris," Danarius chided him, letting go of the back of the warrior's head. "I will make you a deal, my pet. Make him break his bonds, and I will give you a treat."
Fenris' ears twitched at that, and Danarius smiled broadly, stepping back. "That's right," he crooned, "your training versus his in a little... competition. Go on, my dear. Make me proud." And he settled into his chair to watch, pleased with his own ability to manipulate his bodyguard. He didn't need to thrall Fenris, the elf was so pliant, so easily molded to his whims.
And that boy, the thrall... Danarius watched his face as Fenris licked his length, watched him breathe in and out as slowly as he could to avoid breaking the spiderweb-thin strings. Just holding his position, curled backwards over his own limbs, was excruciating without any support... how much torture was it to have Fenris' skilled tongue swirling over his tip?
And it was a very skilled tongue, of course. Danarius would have it no other way. He smiled fondly at his servant, shifting his attention back to Fenris' task as the warrior took the thrall in his mouth properly, sliding the flared head of the boy's cock slowly between his lips...
He was a pleasure to watch at work. Danarius poured his own wine, content to let his guard continue his task uninterrupted. The magister toyed with the glass for a while, watching Fenris swallow the thrall by half-inches; the blond boy shivered and trembled lightly, but the only real movement was his throat as he swallowed, hard, as Fenris took the rest of him.
"He has an exquisite mouth, doesn't he?" Danarius asked, pleased to note the flash of pride in his wolf's expression as his master conversed with the thrall. "Very supple, and so warm."
"Yes, Master," came the whispered reply, the boy obviously not trusting himself to speak louder.
"Speak to me at a normal volume, little skylark," Danarius chided, "I've named you for a songbird; I wish to hear you sing. Now, what was that?"
"Y-yes, Master," the boy's voice was choked with concentration and... ah, there it was, like a sweet aftertaste all of its own: pain. Just as Uldred had claimed, just a glimpse of the boy's anguish was exquisite. The pleasure of peeling back his defenses to find more of it was going to be payment all in itself. And there was no mistaking it, the boy's perfect obedience was a defense all of its own. If he didn't have to speak, he didn't have to think, and if he didn't have to think, he didn't have to accept any of what was happening.
Danarius smiled to himself. Uldred had found and trained an excellent toy, but it was Danarius who would make a proper thrall of him. "Describe what it feels like, my pet," he prompted with deceptive gentleness, "my wolf should hear how you appreciate his work."
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This is just so good, with Danarius pitting the two of them against each other, skill for skill. He is so deliciously evil!
*goes off to sit in the corner for a while and babble incoherently
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I can't wait for more!
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find i cannot express how much this is hitting my buttons. please continue, please
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"You can do so much better than that, little skylark," Danarius scolded, rising from his seat and approaching, enjoying the brief look of apprehension on the thrall's face. Good, he should be wary when he made a mistake. "In detail, if you please. Describe how what he is doing to you feels. Are his lips soft? Tight? Is his tongue hot? Is it pressing just so?" The magister ran a fingertip down the smooth column of the thrall's arched throat, lowering his voice, "...How does it feel whenever you slide into the back of his throat, hm?"
"It... ah..." the boy's voice was ragged with pleasure-pain, "his mouth is so w-warm, Master. H-his tongue is like fire--!" he all but yelped the last word, and Danarius glanced over to see that Fenris had slipped a gauntlet off his hand and inserted a finger halfway inside the thrall's entrance, still slick with the slave's own earlier spend.
"I didn't give you permission to finger him, Fenris," Danarius scolded gently, "remove that at once."
The warrior obeyed instantly, which made his current prey gasp in a sharp breath at the sudden absence. Danarius stepped around the table to Fenris' side, examining the results. A few drops of Fenris' seed had spilled from the thrall and onto the table due to the slave's actions, despite the tight clench of the boy's hole.
The magister slid his fingers into Fenris' soft white hair and pulled him away from the thrall's cock, which was revealed to be slick and quite clearly painfully hard from Fenris' efforts... it had swollen further than earlier. Danarius eyed it thoughtfully as it twitched in the air, and then pushed his slave's face against the table. "I won't have you staining the table with your sloppiness, Fenris. Clean that up."
If Fenris slid the side of his face between the boy's delicately-bound thighs and stretched his tongue enough, as he was doing now on Danarius' order, he could just barely lap the drops of his own cum from the wooden surface. "Good boy," the magister cooed, "that's a good little wolf. Now, back to your work..."
The slave did as he was told, swallowing the thrall's cock back down again in one swift movement that had the boy gasping, jerking once in surprise and -- yes -- snapping several of the strings over his body.
"Oh, good Fenris," Danarius chuckled, "very clever of you to surprise him like that. Would you like your treat now?"
The slave released his prize again, looking quite proud of himself. "If it pleases you, Master," Fenris' voice was a little rough from taking the thrall's cock down his throat. As deep as his voice usually was, the added roughness suited him marvelously.
"I thought to have you fuck him again," the magister mused aloud, reaching out to idly run his fingertips up and down the blond boy's stomach. To his credit, the thrall hadn't tried to move despite several of his ties breaking, even though he had to be in excruciating agony from holding his position for so long, "but looking at him after he'd had you sucking on him... I think it would be a waste to not make use of his cock. Don't you agree, Fenris?"
"As you say, Master," Fenris had the grace to not sound dubious, at least. Danarius smiled fondly at him.
"Strip and prepare yourself on the bed, my little wolf," the magister ordered, snapping the strings across the thrall's body one by one with a fingertip. The skin under his touch was silk-smooth and trembling. "You may relax for a time," he said to the blond, "we wouldn't want you cramping up in the middle of this, now would we?"
The thrall obediently rearranged himself to ease strained and exhausted muscles, not daring to get off the table. Danarius wrapped his fingers around the boy's cock and stroked, slowly, smiling with pleasure when the elf gave a pained whimper at the over-stimulation before he could stifle the sound.
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*fans self
I...
I just...
*eyes open bedroom door
I'll be right back -
*knocks over vase on table as she rushes from the room
The only thing better than reading the rest of this is imagining what it will be!
*bows to writerface and chants "we are not worthy"
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Let me know if you have anything in particular you'd like me to include (that goes for anyone reading, too).
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