"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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[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?

[ausgebrannt]

[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.]

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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--

[ausgebrannt]

[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. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[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.

[zauberdecke]

[ Essek could count himself in ways in which he felt virgin and this was one of them, this was the first time he had ever entered anyone, he had never been allowed to be on the giving, but he was not complaining about that-- penetrating his husband seemed as repulsive as being penetrated. This indeed felt different, it felt like he had control over this-- it was a suprisingly freeing feeling.

He'd probably also be surprised to know that there were ways to control the latter too-- which may make that appealing too.

Eventually.

Deeper he shifted inside, and once his head was through the slide was nearly effortless, until he was hilted with his fingers gripping skin while he waited for his Pet to adjust; Essek was not very girthy but he was long and his cockhead nudged nearly intimate against the prostate, throbbing and no doubt starting that leaking with the eventual goal to fill Bren to the brim.

He'd come once but he was clearly ready for a second time around though he leaned forward to press his lips to the very back of Bren's shoulders, a soft and affectionate tribute. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[Bren was gasping softly, breathless, by the time that Essek had fully hilted himself inside him. Gods help him the way that prick was fitted into him, it was a maddening perfect fit, the stimulation against his prostate trying to stir his spent cock, a sharp ache that tightened the knot at the pit of his stomach, hot and roiling.

It was the touch of those lips to his shoulder that had him moaning though. Such a simple, dangerously affectionate little gesture, and Bren could feel himself unraveling entirely. He was in so deep for this man, had fallen so hard there would be no recovering from it. But then he had no desire to recover, would dive back into the fall again and again.

Another breath to adjust to the feeling of being so full of his Master, and he rocked his hips backwards, grinding his ass back against the other man as if he could take him deeper.]

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[ He had not expected to feel this, and yet here it was a pleasant surprise, one arm wrapped around chest and shoulders while the other kept itself balanced against Bren's hip. And there was the barest lessening of gravity, to take the pressure off of Bren-- it was just another little trick that his magic could enact, and one that he did not mind using selfishly to make his Pet's ability to serve him easier.

There was a time and place for hard tasks, this was not one of them.

Not when both of their pleasures were on the line.

He scraped his teeth against a shoulder, his tongue darting out to taste freckles and salt skin, and then he let out a groan as he felt Bren arching back into him wantonly which evidenced a bite against skin, as if to get his Pet to calm down. The act was primal and full of desire, but also it asserted himself as the dominate one here in this interaction. ]

You cannot help but be a slut, now can you?

[ausgebrannt]

[The biting did its job. Sort of anyway. It certainly got Bren's (already very engaged) submissive side's attention, and stilled his movement entirely. Mostly. He stopped rutting back against Essek as if trying to fuck himself on his Master's length and instead had his hole squeezing tightly around that cock as his body tensed, muscles clenching.

The words sent a shiver through him as well, and he shook his head.]

I can't help it. I'm so full of you... I need it, I'm a filthy slut, and I need you to fuck me, to fill me with your come. Please...

[And the filth poured from his lips, a dam broken and everything flowing out in a torrent, trailing off into a repeated mantra of begging.]/small>

[zauberdecke]

[ Essek would never have thought that he would be turned-on by the words, but he strangely was. From Adeen they sounded crass and inelegant, completely and wholly offputting, but from Bren it was hot and deeply sensual, it was the lilt of that voice and the soft desperation in those words as he felt the walls clench around him, squeezing him and attempting to ride him of his seed.

But he was not quiteready yet.

There was still thrusts in him, and he utilized it to plunge himself forward with his own skin slapping right against Bren's delicate ass, an ass that was likely still a little bit tender from the riding crop.. with good reason. His palm touched against Bren's chest and he felt the hair bristle against it, he slid his fingers through it slowly while he moaned against the back of his Pet's shoulder, another deep thrust that stopped when he could not get any deeper.

It felt so good to Essek, the warm hot vice that threatened to overwhelm him. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[His ass was tender, yes, the marks of his punishment still visible where the crop had struck, but Bren hardly noticed. His entire being felt left raw and oversensitive, and he craved more of it, even while his own prick struggled its way back to arousal, human physiology be damned. He was no proof against it though, that continued assault on his prostate and the thrill of Essek moving inside him.

Another whimper of sound and his back arched sharply as Essek thrust inside him. He shifted his weight to one hand, barely even conscious of what he was doing. His other hand lifted to set atop the one of Essek's at his chest, to tangle their fingers together -- it was a grounding thing, driven purely by affection and trust in counterpoint to the way the rest of his body was swept up in lust and the desperate desire his Master stirred in him.]

Oh... oh yes, please... Master...

[It was probably best that Essek would be leaving him here tomorrow while he saw to meetings, because Bren was likely to be thoroughly ruined by all of this.]

[zauberdecke]

[ It was surreal that they were having sex right here in the middle of the floor like two primal beings, it had not been precisely what he had been expecting this end to the evening, but then he'd never expected Bren. He felt their fingers twine together, the touch of hand and then that coaxed another strangled sob coming from Essek's lips, muffled by the skin underneath his lips.

He was caught up even as their bodies joined together repeatedly, there was something there but he did not give voice to it.

There was also the seed within him that had recognized his mate, and this was going to come back to bite him eventually, the fact that he was mated-- something that happened rarely but was consider something nearly akin to the Luxon's blessing. What he did not know was that likely within a month the fever would set in, that would make this moment feel like but a pinprick of desire. And it would wrap the two of them up in it.

For right now, they were in the here of this moment and his pace quickened while their skin made contact, Essek's breathing overcutting Bren's own pathetic quickening sounds. ] Soon.. very.. you feel too good, I've never.. been inside someone before.

[ausgebrannt]

[His master was singing the sweetest song that Bren had ever heard, and he wanted to listen to it forever. He held onto that hand like it were a lifeline, some connection so that he didn't shatter to pieces with the continued assault of sensation and physical need. He could not know, of course, anything about being mated -- at least not consciously. Even if he was not a drow, something in him certainly recognized that he was exactly where he belonged, where he was meant to be.

He was sobbing himself now, his prick back to hardness, even if something in him thoroughly ached at being pushed to his limit. He loved it though, would not trade a moment of it, especially when Essek spoke those words.

This was his first, in this fashion, and his Master had given it to him.]

You feel perfect... please... fill me up, come inside me?

[He'd already swallowed him down, this was just for completion's sake.]

[zauberdecke]

[ Each of them had given each other a gift, beautiful and wonderful gifts that had each of them erring on the side of sentimentality. For Essek it was a foreign feeling but nevertheless he still languished within it and treasuring it for what it was. His prick tightened at the burrowing, with each squeeze as if his Pet was reluctant to let him go-- pulling the orgasm invariably out of him.

Despite how much he thought he could control himself, that seemed like a moot point. His teeth lightly dug into neck, certainly not hard enough to draw blood but certainly firm enough that there would be a mark left for everyone to perceive, a rather telling mark where it was clear that Bren had been bitten, right at that spot where neck met shoulder.

And he came, he came in a violent heady rush, flooding Bren's tight hole with ropes upon ropes of come, painting him with it in the most filthy way imaginable, was absolutely leaving his Pet a mess. His hand reached between then then and he took Brem in hand, his fingers tight as he started to ministrate that aching cock with his merciful fingertips. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[Bren would wear the mark proudly, would keep it forever as a souvenir if it were possible. But instead he would simply remember, every instant and moment of this, of being taken by his Master for the first time. Gods he hoped it was only a first time. That thought had his fingers squeezing lightly at Essek's where he still held his hand to his chest.

He cried out softly at the feeling of those teeth at the way that Essek thrust inside him. He could feel the other man finding his release, knew that he was filling him with his seed, marking him just as surely and even more indelibly.

The hand around his arousal startled a cry from him, and it was barely a moment later that he was spilling over Essek's fingers, the force of his orgasm tightening the muscles of his passage around where Essek was still buried inside him, a feedback loop of sensation and pleasure that had Bren utterly sobbing out his ecstasy.]

[zauberdecke]

[ despite the fact that they had just had completely nasty and disrespectful sex, it did not take from the moment thay there was the vibe of something else just underneath the surface layers that wound tightly around each other-- they had managed to peel each other like onion skins and then wonder at they state they were in.

Essek lingered there with Bren's seed dripping through his fingers, he could even hear the audible sound of it as it hit the carpetted floor-- and one could blame it on a drow's keen hearing.

He did not dare taste though he was curious about it, about all acts now.

There would ne time for that.. later, they would hopefully have more than enough time to explore each other thoroughly. Although Essek did do a favor to Bren in the cast another bout of prestidigitate, so that he could assist in cleaning up his pet-- he did not think Bren would have a problem sleeping this night. ]

Thank you, Pet... for the gift, it is comforting to know that I am not broken. [ as he had been told over and over again ]

[ausgebrannt]

[Bren had lost his ability for higher thought as yet another orgasm was wrung out of his body by his master. He heard himself whimpering in the aftermath, just barely holding himself up on shaky arms and shakier legs. He would not complain though. It could not have been more perfect, having his Master inside him, even now knowing he was full to near on overflowing with the other man's seed.

Slowly his heart remembered how to best in some approximation of rhythm, his lungs found proper breath and his scattered thoughts returned from the war.]

You are not broken, Master. Nothing of you is broken.

[And Bren should know. He himself was incredibly broken, and therefore something of a subject matter expert on it.]

I should be thanking you. So... thank you, Master.

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[ There was only a little bit of chagrin at having taken his Pet like some sort of wild animal there in the middle of the floor when there had been a perfectly servicable bed within the room, he continued to prestidigitate as many times as needed-- a soft smile appearing on his lips. ]

One can perhaps be a little bit broken on the inside, there is much you do not know about me Chathtiu. [ He leaned forward them to run his fingers through Bren's hair in a manner that was affectionate, a proper petting for a very good boy. ] Things that I only know about myself, but you are very sweet to say so.

[ He started to gather up their cast aside clothing and then handed some garments for Bren to take hold of. ] Now, it is time for sleep for real as I do have a long day ahead--

[ And Bren could laze around the quarters and read and nap to his hearts content, tomorrow would be a pampered housepet sort of day for him ]