"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]

[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.

[zauberdecke]

[ 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 ]