"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

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[ 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. ]

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[ausgebrannt]

[There was no resisting that beckoning or that smile. Gods, that smile, tentative or not, Bren was captivated by it entirely.

Bren was larger in frame, perhaps, but Essek was right that at current, the almost-Volstrucker was just coming out of actively wasting away. A nod though and he closed that distance between them. Mindful of not wanting to be too heavy for his Master, he decided to very helpfully settle himself straddling Essek's lap, knees on either side of the drow's thighs so he could bear some of his weight. Trying to keep his heart from beating its way out of his chest, he hesitated only the barest fraction of a moment before he moved to slip his arm around Essek's shoulders, his other hand settling against the drow's chest.]

It's all right to touch you then? Still?

[Because Bren would like the contact too.]

[zauberdecke]

If it was not alright, I would not have offered my lap to you.

[ Essek said this in a manner that brooked no further questions; he felt the warmth of arm around his shoulder, and then a palm against the bareness of his chest, underneath of which there was a beating heart. He found his head naturally settling into the crook just where shoulder met neck where there happened to be a perfect place carved out for him.

I normally do not like people touching me overmuch but ah, well I think that you touched me quite a bit and I did not find myself repulsed by it. [ He was not repulsed, in fact he found he craved further contact-- craved skin against skin in a way that felt like it was siphoning from some primal need within him-- he who was used to civility and setting himself apart from everyone else.

All he wanted to be was wrapped in Bren's embrace.

As Bren perched there, Essek was increasingly aware that Bren was still hard, could feel it right against his abdomen, pressing. He hummed a bit against that neck and then very carefully he reached between them to press his hand against Bren's stomach. ]

You are... it will probably be very hard to get to sleep with this I would imagine.

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[No, there would be no further questioning. Bren didn't want to anyway, since the last thing he wanted was to give this moment any reason to end or be cut short at all.

His heart went tumbling over itself when Essek turned into his neck that way, tucked himself close. A surge of protectiveness raced through him. For as powerful and daunting as Essek was, as brilliant as Bren knew him to be, there was something surprisingly fragile about the other man, a vulnerable heart hidden inside the unassailable ice. Bren wanted to keep it safe, to give it sanctuary to grow, to flourish.]

I can feel your heart beating.

[A soft, pleased realization. Bren turned to nuzzle against the side of his Master's head, just by his ear.]

I like touching you. And tasting you, and I -- ah!

[A gasp breathed inadvertently right to Essek's ear as that hand slips between them, dangerously close to where his cock was still hard and caught flush between their stomachs. So very close.]

I... mm. You do not have to worry about me I will... I will be fine.

[He will be horny as hell, but probably fine. But this was meant to be about Essek's pleasure, not his own.]

[zauberdecke]

[ Well Essek did enjoy the contact, especially since his palm was resting against that trail of hair that bisected Bren's stomach, and he found he liked a hairy Pet very much-- it was unique in a way, drow were not born with much in the way of body hair.

But also he was also still interested, there was his own cock stirring after that brief little interlude; evidentally the drow stamina was kicking into effect, which for Essek never happened.

This was a curious development that he would focus on what it meant later. ]

I could ah, go for another round. [ referring to the cock that was starting to stir between them, certainly Bren could not object to a mutual orgasm, now could he. ] I do not think that at this moment I would enjoy being penetrated.. [ It took small steps for him to be okay with giving up control, especially with memories of not being in control at all-- to someone he despised. ] But I could ah...well if you would be alright with that.

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[Bren had never been with an elf of any sort before, so perhaps the stamina was a bit of a surprise. But a very pleasant one if he were being honest. Because it was true that he could not possibly object if this was something else that would please his master, that would be about Essek's pleasure and not just his own.

Close as they were he could indeed feel Essek stirring once more against him, and he choked on a soft little whimper of sound.]

Oh. That ah... if you want again I... I would...

[Suddenly words were failing him, the rush of desire and need growing more insistent. He shifted, twining both arms around Essek's neck, leaning in to graze his lips against the other man's, begging another kiss.

And finding the words he was looking for.] Will you fuck me, Master? Please..?

[zauberdecke]

[ perhaps it was somewhat about Bren's pleasure though masked in a selfish need for more of this sensual pleasure. Essek had already figured exactly how to approach things in a manner that his Pet could not possibly feel guilty about-- if Essek was not fully satisfied then the Pet could not argue with more.

The pleasure of satisfying his Master would far outweigh the guilt of orgasm, Essek was not too far gone that he did not understand by this point those little idiosyncrasies that his Pet held close to his chest.

The drow accepted that kiss, his own tongue teasing the crested part of those lips to taste the words, meanwhile his hand moved downward until he was wrapping his fingers around Bren's cock, and he was giving it a few exploratory strokes while he coaxed precome from that head, waiting for enough that could coat his fingertips suitably enough for lubrication. ] I think I would like it very much, to fuck you Chathtiu--

[ even if his ears heated at such filthy words, though he would get more used to it as comfort level paned out. ] You are mine, and you would let me do anything I wished to you, correct?

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[He was being spoiled. Deep down he knew this, truly. But it was so well wrapped in being of use to his master that he could not argue with it, would not dream of arguing. Hells, when that hand round its way around his cock, he would not be able to argue anything ever again. Essek could tell him the sky was down and the earth was up and he'd readjust the laws of physics on his mind.

He groaned softly to his master's mouth, his own tongue flicking out to chase the touch of the drow's. More. Gods he wanted more of that touch, of everything that Essek was willing to give him.]

Anything you want, Master. I'm yours, however you want to use me. Please. I'll be so good for you.

[A promise and a plea, and Bren was finding it hard to sit still in Essek's lap from the surge of lust and desire and that overpowering need to serve and please.]

[zauberdecke]

You have been so good for me, amd when you have been bad-- you have proven to me that you are a good boy in your heart.

[ Maybe Essek just needed someone to care about his wants and desires.. he'd gotten such a ridiculously small amount of it despite his elevated position. For someone who had control, he still had little of it where it truly mattered-- certainly none in his private life, nor with the expectations heaped upon him.

Oh how he kissed Bren however, kissed him as if he could suck that breath out-- the sweetness of the mouth to mouth contact which caused his prick to twitch against Bren's inner thigh.

The slow milking of arousal so as to provide what was needed but still not firm enough to bring the Pet off, he was going to make sure that Bren did not come until it suited his purpose to do so. ]

We will definitely need to get a cockring for this filthy thing, what with how eager you are-- you will require training so that this does not get you into further trouble.. that is unless you love your punishments.

[ausgebrannt]

[Another little trembling shiver at the praise. He had wanted to be good, had tried to obey and please. And if Essek was accompanying his praise with kisses, Bren would fall over himself even more to submit to his Master's wishes. It was the way their jagged edges lined up so perfectly with each other. Essek who needed that piece of control, who deserved and needed someone to focus on pleasing him; and Bren who was a broken thing who needed the putting back together of himself to be taken out of his hands and out of his head.

So he happily surrendered to that kiss, lips parted, tongue inviting Essek's own to take what it wished of him. The Zemnian wizard whined softly, hips twitching towards that touch, tortuously slow and light as the touch was. His cock ached with the need for more, harder.]

I... [A flush at the reminder that his eager, dirty cock really was so poorly controlled. And at being so thoroughly called out.] ...I like knowing I can be made better for you.

[So, yes. He loved the punishments, despite (or perhaps because of) the humiliation of them, and the pain.]

[zauberdecke]

You will be made better by me, I promise you-- you will be perfect underneath my hand.

[ Essek murmured softly, his lips murmuring against Bren's until the words spoken were but a shared space between the two of them. The way that Bren greedily arched his hips for more, even though he was a glutton for punishment, there was that innate need to feel good that consumed him, in which case he could give or withold as needed, as determined by how good Bren was being.

So far though, he had been fairly good.

Which caused the fingers to quicken just a pace, enough to coax even more of those sweet juices to run down his fingertips. ] That's a good pet, you are getting all your pre-cream on me.

[ Enough that his hand felt slick enough that he could finally start the preparations, which was really more than he was given the benefit of-- but he would not be like Adeen; for all of the basic courtesy he did not recieve, there would never be a point where Essek did not want to make sure that the time was pleasurable. ]

Where do you want my fingers, Pet? [ His voice was soft and husky, a query that felt both coy and quizzing. ]

[ausgebrannt]

Thank you, Master...

[Murmured back to Essek, fervent and nigh on fevered, as if Essek was stoking the desire in him from embers into an all out blaze, an inferno that was threatening to consume him whole. And he'd let it, eagerly, would lose himself to that yearning, to anything that his Master would give him, would take from him.

Another groan was pulled from him by those fingers, his cock reacting to that touch as if Essek knew the secrets to every last piece of him, drew that desire up. Precome made those fingers slick, and Bren murmured a soft, agreeing sound.

He could feel a flush rise in his face again at that question, but the words spilled past his lips in a rush, breathless and strained with need.]

Inside me. Please... I want your fingers inside me. I want you to stretch my hole for your cock.

[zauberdecke]

[ Essek was not sure why his face flushed at such blatantly hot words, but they did and his entire body felt the sharp thrill of the wanton words that Bren breathed desperately; he attempted to keep a bit of coolness to him but it felt nearly impossible.

He distracted himself with a soft hum and then his slickened fingers slid around that waist and then downward, parting those cheeks and then trailing just within that valley and ever more closer until his index finger lightly started to rub against the entrance, making circles while he made an incline of his head as if to consider. ]

What a whore you are, but you will be a whore for no one else for me.. do you understand this?

[ausgebrannt]

[Bren shifted, rising up on his knees enough to give Essek better access, legs spreading wider. Everything about him screamed that wanton, desperate need. His more rational mind was still finding it hard to believe that this was happening, that Essek wanted him, that Essek was going to fuck him.

A whimper of sound slipped free from his lips as he looked up to meet his Master's gaze as he spoke, nodding in desperate agreement.]

I am yours, Master. Only yours. Your filthy whore, so please... I need...

[He needed those fingers inside him. And that prick. He needed Essek.]

[zauberdecke]

[ Bren was so quick to start begging, to be that needy slut-- though there was affection just underneath the surface that Essek felt directed toward the other man. He continued to roll circles around that ridged flesh, could feel it tremple underneath his own fingertip, and then after a few more seconds of anticipation-- he started to slip the tip of his finger deeper inside, inching it in-- the walls felt tight, would likely need to be worked a bit.

It was like Bren had not been touched in years.

It felt very much like how he felt when he worked himself open for his toys.

This would have to be remedied, and so he was rubbing precome just against those inner walls, patiently taking the Pet apart with deft fingertips while he spoke patiently gentle words. ] That's it, you are going to relax for me.. right? Let me have you.. let me be inside you so that you can show me how you can be my good sweet whore.

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[Years and years with nothing but his own hand -- and even that had been only the few times that he'd touched himself since he'd come here. Bren groaned as that finger pressed inside, tipping forward to lean into Essek, nosing under his jaw and kissing along his neck, needing to touch and taste while his Master slowly took him apart with touch and words and just the overwhelming thrill of Bren being allowed to be close to him.

He forced a breath, shaky though it was, nodding, lips still tasting the other man's skin as he answered.]

Yes, Master... I want to feel you inside me so much. I want to know what it's like to be full of you.

[A slow scrape of his teeth just above where he could feel his pulse, soothed in the next moment by a brush of his tongue.]

Please... use me like the whore I am... your needy, dirty slut. Please.

[He barely knew what he was saying, the words tumbling past his lips as if his mouth had a mind of its own, pleading to be used.]

[zauberdecke]

[ If he could hear himself now, if he had the wherewithal to pay attention to his words-- he'd be a bit shocked by the force of them, the truly filthy way with which he was referring to Breb; the way that he incited each response. The way that he could hear Bren nearly choke on his own whimpers and breath, there was a power that ran through himself in result-- and Essek wanted to cling to that as much as possible.

He'd never abuse that power, would not want to hurt Bren on account of that. Just because Bren desired pain did not mean that Essek should just countenance such.

Inch by inch that finger slid into that tight hot hole and then he was rubbing walls, massaging to cause pleasure-- not quite close to the prostate but certainly there was the possibility of a deeper touch; in fact if Bren arched backward, he could send that pad of fingertip rubbing deliciously where it would cause the most pleasure. ]

You are my whore, only for me and I will not let anyone else touch you. [ That denoted that there would be more, that this was not just a game, that this was real ] And the same goes for you, you will touch no one for me, or else I will punish you.

[ausgebrannt]

Only for you. Only you...

[Bren echoed, but the words were made as vows. He could not fathom wanting anyone this way, the way he desperately wanted and needed Essek, needed to be his. He'd found himself in his Master's arms, in his role as a Pet. He was safe here, protected -- from himself as much as anything else -- and, against all odds wanted. That was a new feeling, after being a discarded, worthless thing for so much of his life, so many of the past years.

He rocked his hips back against that finger, as if he could ride it like the cock that he wanted it to be.

Another moan, this one nearly a sob.]

Master, please... I need you inside me. I want to feel you. I'm going to come if you keep touching me...

[It wasn't lost on him the gravity of Essek's words, the promise in them, that this was something, something more than this moment, than just tonight, than just a game.]

[zauberdecke]

We will need to get you fitted for a ring then, if you cannot control yourself.

[ That was a promise that dripped from Essek's lips like pearls, and he would not be denied that victory. Now, right now he did not have access to such so if Bren managed to make a mess of his Master's abdomen the punishment would come even if it was but a later date.

The working of Bren's hips manages to send the tip right against that prostate, a singular jolt at the contact would be evident.

And then Essek leaned in just as he started to add a secondary finger to the mix, slowly working it in while he coaxed Bren with those words. ] You would not be bad for me, now would you? It would mean that your prick would have to be muzzled as if it were very naughty.

[ perhaps another rhetorical question ] You would not be such a depraved little slut for me now would you?

[ And those fingers had the audacity to slam right into that tight hole, two digits working in tandem. ]

[ausgebrannt]

I don't... I don't want to be bad for you. I want to come with you inside me, while you are fucking me. Please...

[He was a mess, and he was on the last few snapping threads of his willpower. It would be obvious the way he was rocking against those fingers, as if he can fuck himself on the digits, to seek out that stimulation. So close, and he was chasing that feeling even if he was also trying desperately not to lose himself before he was given permission, before Essek was buried inside him.

He choked on a sob of sound.]

I am too close, Master. I can't...

[Hanging on by a thread. And then that thread snapped and he was sobbing again as he spilled himself between the two of them.]

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[ For a singular moment Essek was shocked, he stopped the way his digits fingerbanged his Pet, the wet sticky mess connecting their abdomens, and then that harsh sob of agony that came with the comming-- the whimpers and the way that almost instantly the disapponted aura wrapped around Bren.

There was an inhale of breath, a few nearly dreadful moments where Essek said absolutely nothing. And then came his voice, it was deceptively soft which may have belied his own response to this that had occured. ]

You clearly have to learn how to keep yourself disciplined, but we will work on it.

[ He touched Bren, just enough to adjust gravity to make him lighter and then he got up so that he could push Bren backward into the soft plus rug in front of his wing chair, kneeling between those thighs as he looked down at him with luminous indigo eyes backlit by golden flecks.. cat eyes.

Predatory. ]

I am going to have to fuck you anyways, it would appear-- you have made me prepare you and it would be a shame to let that hole go to waste, now would it?

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[Bren could feel that cold knowledge of disobeying, of disappointing his Master. There was a moment where that silence stole all his breath, and he had to struggle to bring his eyes to meet his Master's. He half opened his mouth to beg forgiveness, to plead with Essek that he still wanted him, that he would do better.

His Master's words caught him still struggling to find his own, and he fell quiet, save for a soft, surprised sound as he found himself urged backwards, on that carpet, leaning back to prop himself up on the carpet, looking at the Shadowhand with a wide-eyed surprise.

Oh. Teeth pressed into his lower lip and he shifted his legs wider apart to welcome Essek closer. Those eyes had him transfixed, chest rising and falling rapidly.]

Please... oh please fuck me. I want you... I need it... [The fact that he'd come already did not matter, that his body felt raw, a live wire where every touch was right on the border of too much. He wanted this, needed it, as much as the next shaky breath he took.] I can still be a good hole for you, Master.

[He could still make Essek feel good, could still give him pleasure.]

[zauberdecke]

On your hands and knees, Pet-- because that is how Pets should be taken--

[ There was something concise to his tone of voice, the insistant demands of the Shadowhand taking over. A knowledge that he was in complete control of this situation. It was not his intention to demean or belittle Bren, and if there had been any inclination that his Pet was truly cowed or scared, he would've put a hard stop to everything. But he had read arousal there, despite his pet human's regrettable trajectory period-- thirst and desire as well.

That in turn stroked the flames higher.

His fingers for a brief moment got into those locks of red hair and then the Shadowhand spoke in his most authoritative voice, it was a purr but it sounded dangerous in a deeply sensual way-- as if he was planning on destroying Bren, ruining him for anyone else-- rendering him unable to think of anyone but him. ]

Confirm your understanding of the safe word, Pet-- if I cause you pain that you cannot bear that you will use it; if you do not and I discover you bleeding or rendered incapacitated, you will not enjoy the outcome--

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[Essek was right. Despite his all too human stamina and the fact that he'd already climaxed, there was still an undeniable arousal and need in Bren, as if that desperation to please and be of use transcended such paltry things as biology. He was on his hands and knees as soon as the words were spoken, legs shifted apart to present himself to his master's attention. Everything in his posture cried out for Essek to touch him, to take, to claim.

Gods he wanted to be ruined, to be thoroughly wrecked for anyone else. As if he could ever think of wanting another, as if Essek weren't the entirety of his thoughts and desires. It was all encompassing, the thrill of being so utterly and completely possessed.

A soft and shaky exhale, but he nodded.]

I understand, Master. I will remember.

[Protected. That was the surge of feeling then, that reminder that his owner would not take more than Bren was capable of giving, even if it was his by rights. Essek cared, perhaps more than Bren did for himself. It was humbling and it was freeing.]

Please, Master. Please give me your cock.

[zauberdecke]

[ The human presented his backside in which case Essek let out a pleased murmur in response; from this view he could see everything-- the recently prepared hole, the way that the cock still dripped as it hung between legs-- its own movement now half-hard from climax.

The drow settled behind Bren and then his cool hands moved go grip fevered flesh, to pull him until Bren could feel the pulse of his hungry prick pressing up against that crease-- it was clear to the other man just at touch alone that the Shadowhand was very interested in partaking of his Pet. ] That is very good, now shhh and be the very best hole for me.

[ That cockhead was now smearing precome against that slightly needy entrance, back and forth with a strange ritualistic grace that had everything to do with how he conducted his magical research, before it started to press into the entrance with a bit of insistant but gentle force. ]

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[Bren mostly managed not to jump at the feeling of those hands at his hips, but as keyed up as he was, he couldn't quite help it. A soft whimper of sound and he nodded; he would be a perfect hole for his Master, would give Essek anything in his power in this moment. And any moment, really.

Hands braced against the plush carpet, as he tried to force himself to breathe, to relax. It was near impossible really, especially as he was pulled back as he felt the slide of that prick against his entrance, the teasing almost of it.

And then Essek was finally pressing inside him, and Bren heard himself whimper as his body slowly surrendered to that pressure as he was penetrated. He was not a virgin, but it had been so long since he'd been touched that he might as well have been, and his hole seemed intent on resisting the intrusion until all at once his hole yielded around the head of that cock. It knocked a moan past his lips, as his head fell forward.]

Master... please... more.