Gilded Cages [5/?]
anonymous
March 10 2013, 00:14:13 UTC
"There's no need to hide your pain, sweet skylark," Danarius crooned, still stroking, "it makes me burn so. And you owe me a description," he slowed his hand, squeezing harder, his grip slicked by Fenris' earlier work. "Tell me how this feels, you lovely creature. Sing for me."
"It hurts," the boy gasped, his eyes wide. "It's t-too much, Master please--"
"Hm?" the magister prompted, his free hand slipping finally to the ties of his own clothing, parting the exotic silks of his robes and drawing himself free. It was gratifying to see the thrall's eyes widen, a little, as he finally got a glimpse of his Master's cock. A little bit of magic and a few dead slaves had, many years ago, enhanced Danarius, because what was a man's cock if not the symbol of his power?
"Please, Master," the thrall whispered, squirming under the magister's still-stroking hand, "i-it's like you've tore the skin off me, it hurts so much... please..."
"Please what?" Danarius smiled lazily, and glanced over at Fenris on the bed he'd had brought into the great hall upon arrival. The slave had obeyed orders, and lay on the bed naked and prepared, watching intently as his Master tortured the other elf.
"Don't stop," the boy gasped, as Danarius squeezed him hard enough to hurt even under normal circumstances. At his words, the magister released him, and the thrall slumped in place on the table.
"Go," Danarius ordered, pointing at Fenris. "On the bed with you, worship him."
The thrall climbed off the table on wobbling legs and stumbled to the bed, crawling on and immediately nuzzling at the slave's inner thigh, licking and kissing his way up along smooth skin and embedded lyrium alike, making Fenris hiss in a breath and spread his legs further in invitation. The slave's cock was hard and pristine, throbbing gently with his heartbeat.
"Someday," the magister mused aloud as he watched them, sitting back down to finish his wine, "I will own you both. Won't that be nice, Fenris?"
"If you're a good boy, maybe I'll give him to you when I grow bored of him," Danarius said thoughtfully, the hand not touching his wineglass stroking slowly at his own cock. They were a lovely sight, these two. "Wouldn't you like to own your own thrall, Fenris dear?"
Fenris had to agree with his Master, of course. His actual thoughts on the matter were irrelevant, assuming he even had any. "Yes, Master," the warrior groaned softly as the thrall sucked on the sensitive skin where a lyrium line crossed a nerve on the inside of his thigh.
The boy was very, very good. Whatever Uldred lacked in imagination in training his thrall, he at least made up for in making the boy practice his work until it was perfected.
"Ass in the air while you work, little thrall," Danarius took a sip of his wine, his stroking slow and languorous. "Display yourself for me."
The blond did as ordered, even going so far as to reach back with a hand and grab one buttock, pulling it to the side to better show off his clenching little hole to his Master. Danarius stroked himself a little faster, staring intently at the tight little ring he'd soon wring himself dry within.
"Continue," he breathed, setting his wineglass down. Fenris spread his own legs wider with a soft moan as the boy worked his way up higher, balanced precariously on one arm as he lowered himself further to lave his tongue against the slave's tight sac. "Ahh, beautiful," Danarius whispered to himself, watching Fenris' hips shift and rise as his stomach clenched in time with the thrall's tongue against him.
Wine completely forgotten and cock finally hard enough to begin to throb in his hand, Danarius rose from his seat and approached the bed, sliding his hands over both elves' bodies as Fenris strained and arced and Tannusen, the pretty little skylark, pleasured him.
"Enough foreplay," Danarius sighed, climbing onto the bed himself, finally. He brushed the thrall's hand away from his ass, gripping it in his own instead and squeezing both halves. It was delightfully firm. "Make love to him, my pet. Slowly."
Re: Gilded Cages [5/?]
anonymous
March 10 2013, 03:42:09 UTC
You are such a TEASE! You are ending each of these sections at just the right place to leave me aching for more.
I'd say I hate you, but you know I'd be lying.
Danarius using blood magic to "enhance" himself is one of those things that I've never thought of before, but sounds absolutely believable. I think I have to head cannon that now.
Not that I sit around thinking about things like that... o.k. I totally do, but that's beside the point.
Re: Gilded Cages [5/?]
anonymous
March 17 2013, 01:39:47 UTC
Hmmm...this chapter got me wondering: what would slave-Fenris even do with a thrall if he got one?
Part of me thinks that he would ignore him. Why waste time and energy on something that he wasn't ordered to do? Although he gets erections, and is capable of coming, he may not get any pleasure out of it. It could be just another duty, to him.
Part of me thinks he would take advantage of the situation. I imagine being Danarius' slave for so long, he probably wouldn't understand the concept of consent. He may treat his thrall as a source of pleasure, but not actively try to hurt him.
Or (a small possibility) he might enjoy hurting Tannusen. The whole "cycle of abuse" thing. Danarius hurts him, so he hurts others.
Re: Gilded Cages [5/?]
anonymous
March 17 2013, 02:57:46 UTC
Writerface is pleased to have sparked interesting thoughts, although I certainly don't have the answer either. :D
I think it would depend most on how one sees the Danarius/Fenris dynamic. Like, we know a few things for certain about how things went, but most of the specifics are open to interpretation.
For all we know he'd do all three, given enough time, depending on how he was being treated himself. With no memory of any normal ways of dealing with people, still-a-slave Fenris has a very limited idea of how things "should" be.
Re: Gilded Cages [5/?]
anonymous
April 1 2013, 01:51:13 UTC
Nope! I've never abandoned or forgotten a fill, though sometimes it takes a long time for me to finish them.
Unfortunately the flu knocked my health down a peg, and it takes a long time to climb back up again. As soon as my brain can put words together in a vaguely-sexy way, I'll be back to work on my current WIP fills. :3
Gilded Cages [6/?]
anonymous
June 14 2014, 21:33:45 UTC
A far cry from Danarius' order earlier in the day to have Fenris rut the thrall, his order to the boy was meant to draw things out. Slower and hotter and -- ah, of course, agonizing for such an over-sensitive cock being stroked by Fenris' delightfully-tight entrance. The boy seemed to realize this too, shuddering from pain mixed with pleasure as he lined himself up with Fenris' oiled hole and pressed slowly, slowly into him, hissing in a breath between his teeth as he did so.
Fenris tipped his head back against the pillows, throat working as he swallowed, lifting his legs off the bed to make himself easier to slide deeper into. He had to know the torture his own body provided the boy, too. Did it excite him, like it did Danarius?
Not that it mattered, because oh, did it excite Danarius. The thrall continued to slide, agonizingly-slowly, into the bodyguard, and the shudder turned into a soft tremor. Danarius leaned closer to hear the oh-so-quiet whimper from the thrall's throat. That he was still so amazingly hard meant that it wasn't all pain, which would have rendered him useless, but it was obviously mostly pain, swollen and flushed as he was. The mixture was delicious.
"All the way in, my dear," Danarius crooned, "it will take all of you to even hope to pleasure my slave, you worthless slut."
At that last word, the boy gasped, his hips jerking forward the last inch. Interesting. Danarius slid forward and pressed himself against the boy's ass and back, keeping him from backing out, enjoying the way he trembled back against him. "You like being spoken to of your place, don't you, little skylark? Truly?"
"Yes, Master," the thrall gasped out. "Truly."
Danarius said nothing, sliding his hands down the boy's sides, then up and around in front of him, enjoying the play of his strong abs under his fingers as the thrall trembled between Master and slave. The magister's cock was also trapped, with soft silk of his clothing on one side and the firm but even softer flesh of one of the boy's buttocks on the other. The elf was very warm, even on the outside. And so smooth.
He positioned Fenris' legs himself, nearly bending his lithe bodyguard in half, and then pushed the thrall down over him. The change in angle tore a quiet sound from the boy's throat, shuddering with the intensity of even the smallest stroke.
Danarius was slow to harden, but not in the habit of denying himself once he was there. Now that he was firm and throbbing, he wouldn't wait further to feel the inside of his borrowed toy. He slid a hand between himself and that firm, smooth rear, and guided his tip to that clenching little ring. And clenching it was. If the boy stopped deliberately doing so, he'd make a mess, and he was already well-trained enough to know better than to make a mess.
After all, he was still full of Fenris' seed from earlier.
What marvelous control he had over himself, for a creature with ultimately no control at all.
Danarius thrust forward with a grunt, feeling the resistance of that ring trying to keep him out and then the moment when it failed and he slid gloriously in; the way still slicked from being rutted by his little wolf. The magister thrust halfway in and then paused, enjoying the way the boy's hole protested and resisted by squeezing him in little, unintentional pulses.
"Continue, little lark," Danarius ordered quite softly, holding still, "show me you are at least good enough to pleasure my slave."
The thrall moved obediently, pulling back -- and impaling himself further on Danarius' cock as he did so. But he was smart enough not to stop, and thrust gently forward again, filling Fenris once more and then back, slowly fucking himself on his Master even as he strove to service a mere slave.
Gilded Cages - AA has a question for any readers
anonymous
June 14 2014, 21:46:48 UTC
This has the potential to go a lot darker than I've done in the past.
That is to say, it's definitely going to go a lot darker than what I've done in the past, but the 'potential' bit comes from my ability to leave some stuff 'off camera'.
How much dark awful do folks want to see? Or shall I err on the side of leaving things to the imagination?
I plan for Fenris to remember all this crap eventually, but he can remember it whether I show it on camera or not.
Captcha is still funny around here, I see, "drawing board" indeed.
Gilded Cages [7/?] - fixed HTML
anonymous
June 21 2014, 07:55:52 UTC
"Worthless little thing," Danarius cooed, sliding his hands over the boy's back, enjoying the smoothness of young elven skin. The thrall was in his late teens, he knew, but he was in such wonderful condition. Did Uldred make him bathe in oil? Every bit of his skin was smooth and soft, stretched over taut, firm muscle. He didn't particularly want to give him back at all, truth be told, but Uldred was a valuable source of information who was worth more than even the most pleasing toy. For now. Keeping tabs on what the Fereldan Circle -- and thus the Fereldan branch of the Chantry -- was doing had real, tangible use far above and beyond a lovely young body to wrap around his cock.
The boy continued to obey, rolling his hips in a sinuous motion that had Fenris gasping raggedly and curling his toes, large green eyes starting to truly glaze over with pleasure. Danarius didn't reward his little wolf with such a treat often; he had such a delightfully sensitive hole that he usually reserved it only for himself, and only occasionally at that. It seemed a waste to use it too often and spoil the novelty of it.
Every back-thrust continued to impale the boy on Danarius' own flesh, slow to stir and slow to climax at his age, but that only made these games all the better. The boy hadn't even taken all of him in yet; Danarius was patient. He leaned back a little onto his shins to watch that tight, abused ring sliding around him, running his hands over Tannusen's smooth hips and then gripping tight enough to hamper the rolling motion that had been driving Fenris mad.
Not so patient after all, perhaps. "Take all of me, little skylark," Danarius ordered. The boy obediently began pressing back against him, trembling. The tinniest of little whimpers escaped his throat, and Danarius smiled lazily. "Does it hurt, pretty lark? Am I too much for your little hole? Why... you aren't even leaking from earlier, you grip me so tightly."
"Y-yes Master," the boy was practically sweating from the torment, between his over-stimulated cock being gripped by Fenris' hole and the considerable, exaggerated size of Danarius pressing into him, he was very nearly overwhelmed. "Th-than you, Master." So very well-trained in servitude, he was.
"You will take far larger than me, before I return you to your owner," Danarius decided to inform him of some small portion of his fate. The dread would be sweet, especially while he was wrapped around the magister's cock. "I am going to unravel that pittance of blood magic in your mind and replace it with something much more potent. And do you know how we cast the most potent of spells, sweet lark?"
"No, Master," the boy was breathless with his task. "I know nothing."
Danarius tightened his hold on the thrall's hips and pulled, seating himself fully inside the blond elf. The boy cried out, sharp, in both pain and surprise and... yes, a note of pleasure even still. He was meant to be used, and Uldred had stamped that firmly into his mind. But still... "With the help of demons, of course," Danarius ground forward into him, enjoying the tight ring's little clenches and shudders around his girth.
"In fact," the magister purred into his pale, pointed ear, "I'm going to let a demon mount, you." The magister found himself groaning softly, delighting at the way the boy clenched up at the words, like a vice around his cock. Dread, anticipation, and best of all... fear. It was sublime. "More than one, perhaps," he added with a lazy smile, pressed almost affectionately into the side of the boy's neck, "Whatever it takes to... satisfy my end of the bargain."
Fenris was watching them both, eyes widening. Danarius smiled at him over the thrall's shoulder. "Won't that be fun to watch, my pet?"
"Of course, Master," Fenris averted his gaze, ever the proper slave. It made Danarius quite proud, and reminded him that they were in the middle of rewarding his prized possession. He released the thrall's hips and settled into place to watch.
"Back to work," he ordered lazily, "my little wolf is still hungry, aren't you, Fenris?"
"It hurts," the boy gasped, his eyes wide. "It's t-too much, Master please--"
"Hm?" the magister prompted, his free hand slipping finally to the ties of his own clothing, parting the exotic silks of his robes and drawing himself free. It was gratifying to see the thrall's eyes widen, a little, as he finally got a glimpse of his Master's cock. A little bit of magic and a few dead slaves had, many years ago, enhanced Danarius, because what was a man's cock if not the symbol of his power?
"Please, Master," the thrall whispered, squirming under the magister's still-stroking hand, "i-it's like you've tore the skin off me, it hurts so much... please..."
"Please what?" Danarius smiled lazily, and glanced over at Fenris on the bed he'd had brought into the great hall upon arrival. The slave had obeyed orders, and lay on the bed naked and prepared, watching intently as his Master tortured the other elf.
"Don't stop," the boy gasped, as Danarius squeezed him hard enough to hurt even under normal circumstances. At his words, the magister released him, and the thrall slumped in place on the table.
"Go," Danarius ordered, pointing at Fenris. "On the bed with you, worship him."
The thrall climbed off the table on wobbling legs and stumbled to the bed, crawling on and immediately nuzzling at the slave's inner thigh, licking and kissing his way up along smooth skin and embedded lyrium alike, making Fenris hiss in a breath and spread his legs further in invitation. The slave's cock was hard and pristine, throbbing gently with his heartbeat.
"Someday," the magister mused aloud as he watched them, sitting back down to finish his wine, "I will own you both. Won't that be nice, Fenris?"
"O-of course, Master," Fenris agreed instantly, naturally.
"If you're a good boy, maybe I'll give him to you when I grow bored of him," Danarius said thoughtfully, the hand not touching his wineglass stroking slowly at his own cock. They were a lovely sight, these two. "Wouldn't you like to own your own thrall, Fenris dear?"
Fenris had to agree with his Master, of course. His actual thoughts on the matter were irrelevant, assuming he even had any. "Yes, Master," the warrior groaned softly as the thrall sucked on the sensitive skin where a lyrium line crossed a nerve on the inside of his thigh.
The boy was very, very good. Whatever Uldred lacked in imagination in training his thrall, he at least made up for in making the boy practice his work until it was perfected.
"Ass in the air while you work, little thrall," Danarius took a sip of his wine, his stroking slow and languorous. "Display yourself for me."
The blond did as ordered, even going so far as to reach back with a hand and grab one buttock, pulling it to the side to better show off his clenching little hole to his Master. Danarius stroked himself a little faster, staring intently at the tight little ring he'd soon wring himself dry within.
"Continue," he breathed, setting his wineglass down. Fenris spread his own legs wider with a soft moan as the boy worked his way up higher, balanced precariously on one arm as he lowered himself further to lave his tongue against the slave's tight sac. "Ahh, beautiful," Danarius whispered to himself, watching Fenris' hips shift and rise as his stomach clenched in time with the thrall's tongue against him.
Wine completely forgotten and cock finally hard enough to begin to throb in his hand, Danarius rose from his seat and approached the bed, sliding his hands over both elves' bodies as Fenris strained and arced and Tannusen, the pretty little skylark, pleasured him.
"Enough foreplay," Danarius sighed, climbing onto the bed himself, finally. He brushed the thrall's hand away from his ass, gripping it in his own instead and squeezing both halves. It was delightfully firm. "Make love to him, my pet. Slowly."
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I'd say I hate you, but you know I'd be lying.
Danarius using blood magic to "enhance" himself is one of those things that I've never thought of before, but sounds absolutely believable. I think I have to head cannon that now.
Not that I sit around thinking about things like that...
o.k. I totally do, but that's beside the point.
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Part of me thinks that he would ignore him. Why waste time and energy on something that he wasn't ordered to do? Although he gets erections, and is capable of coming, he may not get any pleasure out of it. It could be just another duty, to him.
Part of me thinks he would take advantage of the situation. I imagine being Danarius' slave for so long, he probably wouldn't understand the concept of consent. He may treat his thrall as a source of pleasure, but not actively try to hurt him.
Or (a small possibility) he might enjoy hurting Tannusen. The whole "cycle of abuse" thing. Danarius hurts him, so he hurts others.
Now I'm rambling. Sorry.
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I think it would depend most on how one sees the Danarius/Fenris dynamic. Like, we know a few things for certain about how things went, but most of the specifics are open to interpretation.
For all we know he'd do all three, given enough time, depending on how he was being treated himself. With no memory of any normal ways of dealing with people, still-a-slave Fenris has a very limited idea of how things "should" be.
*rambles along with*
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Unfortunately the flu knocked my health down a peg, and it takes a long time to climb back up again. As soon as my brain can put words together in a vaguely-sexy way, I'll be back to work on my current WIP fills. :3
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Fenris tipped his head back against the pillows, throat working as he swallowed, lifting his legs off the bed to make himself easier to slide deeper into. He had to know the torture his own body provided the boy, too. Did it excite him, like it did Danarius?
Not that it mattered, because oh, did it excite Danarius. The thrall continued to slide, agonizingly-slowly, into the bodyguard, and the shudder turned into a soft tremor. Danarius leaned closer to hear the oh-so-quiet whimper from the thrall's throat. That he was still so amazingly hard meant that it wasn't all pain, which would have rendered him useless, but it was obviously mostly pain, swollen and flushed as he was. The mixture was delicious.
"All the way in, my dear," Danarius crooned, "it will take all of you to even hope to pleasure my slave, you worthless slut."
At that last word, the boy gasped, his hips jerking forward the last inch. Interesting. Danarius slid forward and pressed himself against the boy's ass and back, keeping him from backing out, enjoying the way he trembled back against him. "You like being spoken to of your place, don't you, little skylark? Truly?"
"Yes, Master," the thrall gasped out. "Truly."
Danarius said nothing, sliding his hands down the boy's sides, then up and around in front of him, enjoying the play of his strong abs under his fingers as the thrall trembled between Master and slave. The magister's cock was also trapped, with soft silk of his clothing on one side and the firm but even softer flesh of one of the boy's buttocks on the other. The elf was very warm, even on the outside. And so smooth.
He positioned Fenris' legs himself, nearly bending his lithe bodyguard in half, and then pushed the thrall down over him. The change in angle tore a quiet sound from the boy's throat, shuddering with the intensity of even the smallest stroke.
Danarius was slow to harden, but not in the habit of denying himself once he was there. Now that he was firm and throbbing, he wouldn't wait further to feel the inside of his borrowed toy. He slid a hand between himself and that firm, smooth rear, and guided his tip to that clenching little ring. And clenching it was. If the boy stopped deliberately doing so, he'd make a mess, and he was already well-trained enough to know better than to make a mess.
After all, he was still full of Fenris' seed from earlier.
What marvelous control he had over himself, for a creature with ultimately no control at all.
Danarius thrust forward with a grunt, feeling the resistance of that ring trying to keep him out and then the moment when it failed and he slid gloriously in; the way still slicked from being rutted by his little wolf. The magister thrust halfway in and then paused, enjoying the way the boy's hole protested and resisted by squeezing him in little, unintentional pulses.
"Continue, little lark," Danarius ordered quite softly, holding still, "show me you are at least good enough to pleasure my slave."
The thrall moved obediently, pulling back -- and impaling himself further on Danarius' cock as he did so. But he was smart enough not to stop, and thrust gently forward again, filling Fenris once more and then back, slowly fucking himself on his Master even as he strove to service a mere slave.
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That is to say, it's definitely going to go a lot darker than what I've done in the past, but the 'potential' bit comes from my ability to leave some stuff 'off camera'.
How much dark awful do folks want to see? Or shall I err on the side of leaving things to the imagination?
I plan for Fenris to remember all this crap eventually, but he can remember it whether I show it on camera or not.
Captcha is still funny around here, I see, "drawing board" indeed.
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Also - as an aside, OMG YOU UPDATED! IT IS A GREAT DAY!
I think I'm the person who requested more thrall!Tannusen from you two years ago; I'm delighted to see this story is still active.
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Glad you checked back! And there's quite a lot I can still do with thrall!Tannu, so long as there's an audience for it.
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The boy continued to obey, rolling his hips in a sinuous motion that had Fenris gasping raggedly and curling his toes, large green eyes starting to truly glaze over with pleasure. Danarius didn't reward his little wolf with such a treat often; he had such a delightfully sensitive hole that he usually reserved it only for himself, and only occasionally at that. It seemed a waste to use it too often and spoil the novelty of it.
Every back-thrust continued to impale the boy on Danarius' own flesh, slow to stir and slow to climax at his age, but that only made these games all the better. The boy hadn't even taken all of him in yet; Danarius was patient. He leaned back a little onto his shins to watch that tight, abused ring sliding around him, running his hands over Tannusen's smooth hips and then gripping tight enough to hamper the rolling motion that had been driving Fenris mad.
Not so patient after all, perhaps. "Take all of me, little skylark," Danarius ordered. The boy obediently began pressing back against him, trembling. The tinniest of little whimpers escaped his throat, and Danarius smiled lazily. "Does it hurt, pretty lark? Am I too much for your little hole? Why... you aren't even leaking from earlier, you grip me so tightly."
"Y-yes Master," the boy was practically sweating from the torment, between his over-stimulated cock being gripped by Fenris' hole and the considerable, exaggerated size of Danarius pressing into him, he was very nearly overwhelmed. "Th-than you, Master." So very well-trained in servitude, he was.
"You will take far larger than me, before I return you to your owner," Danarius decided to inform him of some small portion of his fate. The dread would be sweet, especially while he was wrapped around the magister's cock. "I am going to unravel that pittance of blood magic in your mind and replace it with something much more potent. And do you know how we cast the most potent of spells, sweet lark?"
"No, Master," the boy was breathless with his task. "I know nothing."
Danarius tightened his hold on the thrall's hips and pulled, seating himself fully inside the blond elf. The boy cried out, sharp, in both pain and surprise and... yes, a note of pleasure even still. He was meant to be used, and Uldred had stamped that firmly into his mind. But still... "With the help of demons, of course," Danarius ground forward into him, enjoying the tight ring's little clenches and shudders around his girth.
"In fact," the magister purred into his pale, pointed ear, "I'm going to let a demon mount, you." The magister found himself groaning softly, delighting at the way the boy clenched up at the words, like a vice around his cock. Dread, anticipation, and best of all... fear. It was sublime. "More than one, perhaps," he added with a lazy smile, pressed almost affectionately into the side of the boy's neck, "Whatever it takes to... satisfy my end of the bargain."
Fenris was watching them both, eyes widening. Danarius smiled at him over the thrall's shoulder. "Won't that be fun to watch, my pet?"
"Of course, Master," Fenris averted his gaze, ever the proper slave. It made Danarius quite proud, and reminded him that they were in the middle of rewarding his prized possession. He released the thrall's hips and settled into place to watch.
"Back to work," he ordered lazily, "my little wolf is still hungry, aren't you, Fenris?"
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And I kind of want to see him put to stud, too. Hell in a handbasket.
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