"Broken Shards"

[zauberdecke]

"In the dark
I need to taste the blood
Go on, draw another line
We can cross this time."
- Blindfold by Sleeping Wolf

---



[ Essek Thelyss: Shadowhand to the Dynasty.

One who reached further then the Luxon would allow, who would do absolutely anything for knowledge. Oh no, the man did not care for power, not really. He wanted to cast himself into the portal of knowing, he wanted to surrender himself to books and learning without having to deal with the mundanities of socio-politics that all of the Kryn engaged in. It was tedious and it filled him with sickness even as he plastered on an urbane smile for all and sundry to see.

Within the Dynasty, it was customary to take pets of the Empire; they were brought in across the border of Asarius, across the mountains and into the Dynasty. There were Dynasty born pets on the other side, both lost to the ravages of the other's civilization, generally never to be seen again.

Essek had never really had an interest to begin with when it came to pets; at the market he carefully avoided the slave blocks where those not of the Dynasty were paraded around. However, it had come to this-- it had come to his trading of the Beacon, and in return he recieved a Volstrucker to serve him. And yet, for all of that, Essek Thelyss had not thought he would receive a broken Volstrucker.

In fair trade, he and recieved a dossier on the man in question and had perused it with only a small semblance of annoyance while Trent Ikithon had assured him that a man like him could be rebuilt, the honeyed words of a silken snake which Essek recognized.

After all did not a predator recognize another predator? So now he held in his household a man whom had to be guarded carefully, though Essek was not cruel despite how he imagined Dynasty pets were treated, the cage that he had placed this Volstrucker named Bren within, well it was comfortable-- he'd seen pictures of Vergossen so he supposed it must be far better than that place. But he had not precisely interacted with him-- most of his unseen servants were given the walking of him, the care and maintenance of him.

Perhaps because he did not precisely know what to do with him, or what use he had for something broken. Though he arguably did not know what manner of broken the Volstrucker was, but after a week-- he decided perhaps it was time to summon him and see for himself; acertain what sort of work was cut out for him.

If this man was worth putting back together again.

So it was one evening, he had the Empire man summoned to his chambers. ]

Comments

[zauberdecke]

[ Essek leaned into the brush of kiss, swayed into it really with his lips slightly parted and a shiver going through him that was pleasant, it was a kiss and yes.. he saw himself craving these kisses in some sort of encompassing way, his eyelids felt heavier with each kiss, but it was not just his eyelids that felt heavy, everything seemed slower and sweeter in this moment.

And then Bren pulled back to regard him, to ask him that question-- consent, ah yes. ]

You may disrobe me, Pet.

[ That was permission, and a soft little smile came to his lips as his fingers found the hair at the back of Bren's neck and he burrowed them within. ] That is a good boy-- [ Praise dripped from Essek's mouth like pearls even as he waited for his own robe to be slid aside and discarded. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[Bren lingered against Essek's lips as long as he was allowed to, letting on kiss bleed into another. A trembling little shiver at the praise, and he hummed softly in pleasure himself at the fingers slipping into his hair.

He slipped the tie of that robe free so that the garment fell open. Reverently, fingers settled at Essek's shoulders to slip the soft, silken garment down and off, until gravity took over and it fell to pool in a puddle of soft material at their feet. His touch lingered against cool skin, tracing down over his chest, slow and deliberate, down to the waistband of the soft trousers, catching there before he turned a questioning glance to his master.

He'd wait for some indication of assent to continue, to making sure that this was still good, that Essek had not changed his mind.]

[zauberdecke]

[ From what Bren could see, there was the barest outline of long and slender caught against silk, the pants were lose but the waist band was low-slung and fitted and only tapered at the leg, that was a good sign that he was aroused-- it also was much more than was ever given to Adeen for this arousal was not his body betraying his mind-- he realized that his mind wanted this just as much as his body did.

The warm symphony of hands against his body, the raindrops of touch that seemed to splatter against his suddenly very feverish skin and then he placed one hand against Bren's and then slid it downward slowly, until the other man could feel the trail of hair that led downward into lounge pants. ]

Ah, yes.. please.

[ He then turned around in Bren's arms so that his back pressed against Bren's chest and thus allowing Bren to touch far more easily. and with his height, he did tuck himself within rather nicely, but also he was biting his lip in much the same manner as he had when he'd pleasured himself the night before-- it was a sure sign that he was finding this quite to his liking, this intimacy. ] Touch me..

[ausgebrannt]

[Oh. Bren had to bite back a soft moan of his own as his hand was guided, as he felt the first brush of those downy white curls that led like a map to promised treasure to the other man's arousal. Yes, he would rather like to get rid of those pants, get rid of everything that was in the way of his hands and eyes and -- he was hopeful and ambitious -- his mouth.

When Essek had turned in his arms, he stepped in close to press himself up against his master's back, hands finding those trousers and working them unfastened so he could slip them from slender hips, let them fall forgotten to the floor. Ducking his head, he pressed a gentle kiss to the back of a shoulder, another, another, growing more heated as he lavished lavender skin in attention, heated, open mouthed ministrations, worship where worship was due, from shoulder slowly up along the arch of his neck.

Once those pants had fallen to the floor, he smiled, lips still against his master's skin.]

Yes, Master. Gladly.

[His hand found its way to the other man's arousal, tracing the length of him in a soft, feather-light touch of just fingertips, mapping the shape of him as if committing it to memory.]

[zauberdecke]

[ The prick twitched, fully invested in the barest touch of fingers against the stone-hard ridged flesh, but it was not just the touch that was causing that overwhelming hardness-- no, it was also the kisses against his shoulders and neck, the softest scratch of facial hair that he had curious wondered how it would feel against his skin.

Wasn't that exactly what he'd thought about last night while he'd stroked himself to fruition? And now he knew, it was a far sweeter texture than his imagination had given credit for, and he arched himself up against that body while he let out a deep panting sigh.

That should've been a boon for Bren's ego that he was giving his Master pleasure, that it seemed to thrum with a enticing magic energy that bordered on the sexual-- it was desire at it's most base and primal but also there was a thread that connected it to somthing far more.. enduring and elevated. ] That feels.. it feels far better than I have ever...

[ausgebrannt]

[Feeling that hard flesh beneath his touch, knowing that his master was aroused and allowing him this, Bren could feel the knowledge itself thrill through him like a shot of pure unfettered arousal. The mile lingered on his lips even as he kissed his way up along Essek's neck.

The words though, those undid him. Oh yes it was indeed a boon to his ego to know that his Master enjoyed this, that it was his touch that was provoking those beautiful reactions. Essek arched against him and nothing had ever been more alluring in his entire life.

He wrapped his hand around that length properly to begin stroking him, thumb following the gentle curve of the underside, the ridged flesh that felt so eager and heated in his grip. Gods he wanted to make him feel good, to have him come utterly undone.

His lips grazed along the edge of a pointed ear, tongue tracing slowly along the shell before he murmured.]

It will feel even better still.

[zauberdecke]

[ A jolt went through him at the touch of tongue and the whisper of breath against his ear, causing a hitched breath and then another arch of his body that felt both painful and needy-- two sides of the same coin. It was a little precursor to what could be between them and it was alluring for someone who quite simply had never experienced this before.

His head turned, his nose tucked against the curve of that jawline as he took a deep steadying breath that puffed against the underside of jaw. ]

It is hard to imagine how it could feel better than this..

[ Spoke the man who had never had cause to feel this level of pleasure before, that there was another layer to this-- and this was a different realm from merely touching himself; there was an underlying nuance that coloured this encounter, a undefineable essence. ] But please.. continue, I you'll find I'm ah.. very interested.

[ His words and his cock were perfectly in sync and very much telling the truth. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[Bren felt intoxicated by it, by the headiness of realizing that he was the one making Essek react that way, to sweet catches of breath, the physical need he could feel in the way the other man's body moved against his own. His own cock had stirred to life despite the frankly mind-shattering orgasm he'd had earlier, but this was not about him and his pleasure -- it just happened to be the case for Bren that pleasing his master was its own kind of pleasure.

He turned to nuzzle back as Essek turned into him, dangerous in its affection, but Bren knew that for him this was more than physical, more than something so simple carnal desire.]

I would like to use my mouth, Master. I would like to be on my knees for you.

[zauberdecke]

[ Were even your eyes supposed to feel hot? Because such a fever consumed him that even his eyes felt it-- especially at the suggestion that Bren gave him. It was not a question nor a plea, but rather a statement of fact and his tongue licked against his own mouth, to alleviate what had suddenly gone dry. ]

Ah.. yes, please on your knees for me.

[ He had never ever had anyone's mouth on him before; it was not something that Adeen thought was necessary during the entire procedure (and it was a procedure), but the idea of Bren taking him in mouth sent his knees nearly buckling but.. he ammended it ] First though, let me sit-- I may not, it's probably better for my dignity if I sit for this.

[ If the way that his legs felt right now, like they were a hairsbreadth to completing their metamorphosis to jelly, had any say with it. And thankfully there was his wing chair fairly close by.. he could surely make the walk there unfettered, he hoped. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[Adeen was the worst. Bren would only find more and more reasons to think this, no doubt. But right now Adeen was the farthest thing from his mind. Everything in his mind, in each and every of his senses, all there was was Essek, all he could see and taste and feel. He brushed one final kiss against the drow's jawline before reluctantly releasing him from his embrace.]

You should make yourself comfortable, Master...

[He escorted him over towards the chair though, there by Essek's side in case he was feeling shaky at the moment. Once his master was seated, Bren settled to his knees in front of him, urging those legs apart so he could settle in close.

Turning his gaze up to his Master, he smiled, almost shyly. Almost. But the hunger in his eyes was clearly visible.]

[zauberdecke]

[ Essek took that seat that was offered to him, alighting onto the wing chair that was his favored one, the cushions soft underneath his naked flesh. He spread his thighs wide then; there was a bit of self-consciousness because this was after all his first time fully naked in front of his Pet. But then he relaxed with a breath and then allowed his fingers to reach out to tuck a lock of hair behind Bren's ear.

His lids once again felt heavy with desire even as he gave a nod. ]

Go on.. [ Those words also felt awkward but perhaps it was only because they were enuciated with a tongue and throat that felt thick with desire. His leg shifted but only so that he could slip it over Bren's shoulder, at the moment the knee tucked up against Bren's neck-- until his Pet decided to start that play of seduction against his skin.

It was clear that Bren had done this before, but there were no questions only acquiescence, a delicate permission that the other man may touch him right now anywhere he wished. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[If it helped the self-consciousness at all, Bren was looking at Essek, taking him in in full for the first time, and had the look of someone who had been graced by the presence of some divine being. Or maybe that did the exact opposite of helping. Bren didn't know. What he did know, without a shred of doubt in the entirety of his being was that,]

...you are so lovely.

[Impossibly beautiful, really.

Bren took that prompting to heart, though he could not resist a brief nuzzle against that inner thigh as Essek rested his leg over his shoulder. His lips left a kiss against that soft skin, kissing his way down along the line of his thigh before he found his way to the base of his prick.

There was no way not to look exactly as eager as he was, but why bother to hide it? Still he took his time, not rushing any of this, nuzzling at the base of the other man's arousal, breathing deep to inhale the scent of him, of skin and musk and arousal. And then it was a slow, open mouthed exploration over the shaft, tongue and lips teasing upward against sensitive flesh.]

[zauberdecke]

[ Each nuzzle caused his heart to thrum faster with anticipation, and then the sweet slide of mouth and tongue down against his inner thigh, against that secret part of his thigh where it met juncture; all the while Essek's foot steadied itself against Bren's back for lack of anywhere to go and his other leg had hooked over the armchair in an impossible feat of dexterity, especially with how he was sitting.

Mouth touched his cock and then he let out a low breathless moan as he felt the tracing trail of lips, the open mouthed kisses against flesh that was heated and throbbing. His hand moved to rest at the back of Bren's hair as if he could control any part of this-- but he wanted vital contact, it did not matter how or even where.

His fingers slid through strands, and then he clenched-- finding himself with a fistful of Bren's hair and an easy way to tug or pull or even guide; for right now it just stayed there buried in the warmth. ] Oh gods.. that feels.. perfect.

[ausgebrannt]

It will feel even better still.

[Bren echoed his words from earlier playfully, repeated that soft promise against the heated prick. He did not bother trying to contain the moan that wanted to rise up past his lips as those fingers gripped at his hair. Good. Let Essek hold on, guide him in any way that he wanted to. Or just touch him. Gods he was so weak to his Master's touch.

Those words were a promise he intended to keep though, and with his gaze deliberately fixed on the other man's face, he parted his lips to take the head of that prick into his mouth, tongue flattened and teasing against the slit, groaning at the taste of him, the salt of precome, the evidence of that arousal.

His cheeks hollowed as he began suckling and slowly slid his mouth down that shaft.]

[zauberdecke]

Oh~

[ Well, Essek did not need to be functioning at all. Good thing he was sitting because elsewise he'd be a melted puddle on the floor with his knees having buckled him right into it, probably have killed Bren in the process with his prick going through the back of his throat. Really, thank goodness that had been avoided and thank goodness for plush wing chairs that kept him splayed in one place.

Especially when he felt the wet heat of mouth wrap around his cockhead, sucking slowly and in such a manner that he could almost feel the way his precome was milked from his slit. The sweetest seasoning would give Bren but a preview of the true delicacy of Essek's seed.

For right now, Essek only touched Bren-- carding his fingers through hair, clench-- starting those movements again of combing; interspersing them in a manner that was almost erratic, but that was proof that he was being irrevocably distracted by Bren's mouth on his shaft. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[Bren could certainly imagine far worse ways to die. But still, yes, probably for the best that Essek was so beautifully spread in his chair, a feast that Bren was taking full advantage of. He'd been allowed this, and he would make the most of the permission, of doing whatever he could to make this good for Essek.

He glanced up once more before letting his eyes fall shut, ginger lashes falling to rest on freckled cheeks. He teased his tongue along that slid once more, drawing back so that only the tip of that prick was in his mouth before ducking his head to engulf him once more, deeper this time, then again and again, taking more of that length with each movement. He could feel the head of his Master's cock at the back of his throat, fought against the soft choking sound, drawing back and then trying again.

Bren would swallow him down until his nose as pressed into that soft patch of white curls, and the next bob of his head would have him swallowing around him, stubborn and entirely determined.]

[zauberdecke]

[ Essek's head hit the back of the chair with an almost audible thunk and another gasp slipping from his parted lips; his mouth further fell open as the wet heat suctioned every single looked-after inch of his cock that was being consumed by his Pet. It was a strategic war that was being waged by mouth and tongue and he was woefully unprepared.

But Essek was an incredibly fast learner and was already memorizing the touch and feel, he may not have the keen mind of Bren but he still had a head for memorization-- everything that was being preformed on him was tucked away in his mind...

For later.

He arched then, his hips defying gravity as they lifted off the wing chair, he was starting to subtly fuck against the mouth though it was shallow, not deep-- careful even. ]

...okay now I go to bed.

[ausgebrannt]

[Bren was absolutely lost in the thrill of this, of the feeling of Essek's cock in his mouth, hard and hot, velvet soft skin against his tongue, his mouth full of the taste of his Master. He only whimpered his approval, all encouragement, wordless plea, as Essek began rocking his hips towards his mouth.

Good. He wnated that too. He wanted the other man to use him how he wished, to take what he wanted.

He wanted more of those gasps and sounds, the way he could feel Essek's entire body react for him. And oh he wanted to make him come, to swallow down his spend and feel that lithe body tremble for him in his climax.]

[zauberdecke]

[ This was far different from his hand, or even the many toys that he used on himself; it was warm and vital-- and the wet heat engulfed him and was sucking him right into oblivion. Even though he did not want to push Bren too far, it appeared that Bren had not been joking when he had stated that he would very likely not put up a fight or objections; in fact he seemed to be eagerly sucking in time with the thrusts of his hips.

And making such lewd and filthy whimpers in the process, which was invariably it's own turn on for Essek; despite the fact that Essek had to shift in order to ascertain that the angle was comfortable, and perhaps it was because he did not trust his pet to quite know how to take care of himself.

For obvious reasons. ]

You are.. this is...

[ Speech seemed to be something that Essek was unable to fathom in this moment, it all curled together into something that felt like a hot rush of pleasure, like lava flowing through his veins. He was close, he knew this-- and it was because both his mind and body wanted this, there was no discsonnect nor revulsion. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[Bren was lost in the thrill, in the desire, lost in the sensory explosion that was pleasuring his Master. He couldn't keep himself quiet, the sounds wet and obscene as he worked his mouth over Essek's cock, a stream of soft whimpered moans. He'd found the rhythm of moving now, of bobbing his head so that he met the way that Essek's hips thrust, eager indeed to let the drow fuck his mouth, .

Words would have been beyond him as well, if his mouth weren't otherwise occupied anyway. As it were, all he could do was muffle another pleading sound around the prick filling his mouth. It was a wordless begging for Essek to let go, to give Bren the gift of his release.

One hand settled against the leg draped over his shoulder, fingers pressing into the flesh of his thigh, lithe and soft, needing to hold on to something.]

[zauberdecke]

[ His hips cheated upward as if he was waves in the ocean and Bren but the shore that he collided back into, his nails digging into shoulders, into locks of hair-- into anywhere that he could get his hands on while their bodies collided and he was sucked within an inch of his entire stamina. He saw stars exploding and every nerve on a while.

Rolling and arching, angled in such a way that he was sinking deeper and deeper into Bren's hot moaning mouth, the vibratings touching against him as it came up on him without any warning, he was going to come. His hands clenched then and he let out a low moan. ] Bren.. Chathtiu.. soon.. now

[ There was no time to think, Essek was already filling that mouth with his come, it was a torrent and it was enough that the Pet was bound to choke on it just a little bit. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[That moan was the most beautiful sound that he had ever heard, or it was until Essek spoke his name, and that sweet endearment that was coming to feel like more his name than anything else. Bren barely had a chance to whimper his encouragement, the sound cut off as his mouth was flooded with that release, the taste of him filling his senses, salt and bitter and the faintest hint of something sweeter, and all of it Bren swallowed down greedily.

As much as he could at least, though a trail had dribbled from his lips, down his chin. He opened his eyes, watery from fighting the urge to choke but glowing with that by now familiar adoration.

He did not draw back right away. Instead he lingered, sucking gently until he was sure his Master's release was finished, then licking oh so softly, sweetly at his length as he drew back, finally letting his cock slip from his lips with an audible pop. He panted softly, lips glistening and swollen as he ran his tongue around them, chasing the taste of his seed. Looking to Essek's face, he found his voice, breathless and husky from his efforts.]

Master? Did you like it?

[zauberdecke]

[ And here, all of Essek's entire world had changed in but a single moment. It had been by far his strongest and most intense orgasm, he still felt a bit limp from having been drained thoroughly by those lips, he reached then with a quivering hand so that he could run his thumb against the softly glazed lower lip, catching the shimmer of arousal in those eyes but also.. happiness.

Fondness moved through his heart, a pulsing warmth.

It did not escape his notice that Bren had made quite the mess, the evidence of Essek's climax painting the area around his mouth in stickiness that clung to the bristles of facial hair. He uttered a spell, cast the prestidigitation cantrip so that he could clean the facial hair to keep it from being so filthy that he'd require another bath or a shave. ]

I did-- I have never felt like that before while I was touching myself, or when anyone else was touching me. [ And luckily for Bren, there was a hint of the wondering about him, a soft breathlessness that married actions to words. ] You are very talented, Pet.

[ There was a pause and then he murmured softly ]

Would you like to sit on my lap, Pet? [ Another reward? ]

[ausgebrannt]

[Bren smiled at the answer, leaning into the touch. He felt the brush of magic and murmured a sound that was meant to be gratitude but didn't quite make it into any coherent words. Essek may have been the one who'd just come, but Bren was floating in his own little sea of bliss that only surged all the stronger when those words of praise fell on his ears.

He turned to nuzzle into that hand.]

I'm very glad.

[Maybe a touch relieved, that he hadn't been a disappointment to his Master, that he hadn't made promises that he couldn't keep.

He could have stayed just like that quite happily, leaning into his owner's hand, kneeling at his feet. But then Essek made that offer and Bren's attention snapped up to the drow's face.]

I... ja. Yes, I'd like that.

[He would very much like to be closer, craved the contact. He moved to rise to his feet, hesitating, as if not entirely certain this was really all right.]

[zauberdecke]

[ Essek realized that technically he was naked; disrobed by his Pet-- and that there was a height disparity between then but he did not mind so much, and if his weight was too much (with his Pet's thinness though he did not think it was a problem) he could merely adjust gravity to make Bren lighter on his lap.

There was a nod and then he beckoned him closer, a smile that was tentative and yet still for all of it.. pleased.

There was that longing just to be held, a contact and an intimacy that he could not quite put into words that he desired but that it was there and all he could think of was having those arms around him. ] Please, it is entirely alright to sit here.. I think that I would like the contact.

[ It would be a reminder of what happened between them, a way to establish contact-- to perhaps trade a few more kisses before they went to bed. ]