"Broken Shards"

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"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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[Bren's gaze was fixed on Essek like he had never seen anything more amazing in his life, and had he? The way that the drow met his eyes and held them, as if assuring that Bren was indeed watching. He cold not have torn his eyes away for all the world. The heavens could have come raining down from above around them, and he wouldn't have noticed.

An embarrassingly desperate whine that slipped from his lips when Essek went and lapped at then nuzzled his cock, Bren's attention focused on the small slick smear left against that lavender skin. Well. Fuck. His grip tightened in the sheets, holding on for dear life.]

That... you... ah!

[Essek may be new to this, but his instinct was on point. Bren had no defense against it, against any of it. Essek was planning on murdering him, Bren was certain of that now.]

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[ Essek found himself exceedingly jealous of those bedsheets that were being clung to by his mate-- so much that he wanted to rip and rend them until they were nothing-- this was a foreign sensation to him. He had been protective of Bren in these few weeks but there was a violence to this thinking; and he did not have the wherewithal to logic his way through it.

There was no way of attaching logic to this.

Instead he leaned in to smear the head against his mouth, the precome causing a shine against his mouth, and then he spoke and it was a barely restrained half-growl that came from his lips-- it was very dominate. ] You will hold on to nothing but me..

[ And then he opened his mouth and all but swallowed the ginger down, allowing for Bren to have the first succulent sensation of Essek's mouth around his head, the heat of the lips and the velvet press of tongue just against the underside and then he was swallowing inch by inch-- the skin melting in his mouth and a rumbling purr that was felt at the back of Essek's throat right where the head touched. There were a few pauses as he had to adjust, but for all of his inexperience, that was not a problem and he seemed to take enjoyment out of the taste of Bren if the pleased choking sounds could be believed. ]

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[That tone spoke to something in Bren, an activation switch in a way. His touch immediately shifted, fingers finding their way to run along Essek's shoulder. He would cling to his Master gladly, as if Essek was the last stable thing that existed in the world.

A moment later, a slightly bolder action as fingers slipped into that silver-white hair. The last thing he would want was to take more than he was being offered, to ever put himself in anything even remotely similar to his Master's abysmal excuse for a husband. But that command, well, it felt right to obey it this way.]

Yes Master... I... it feels good. I...

[And then that mouth was on him, and Bren's voice cut off in a strangled groan, fingers moving fitfully through htat soft pretty hair now.]</small

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[ There was no way that Essek could object, he did not want to object. The very moment that Bren's fingers slid into his locks of hair, it was nearly natural the way that they slotted into place, it caused a rumbled purr at the back of his throat and then he took more of that cock deep in his mouth, and then he pulled himself off for a moment-- repeated the process with slow steady strokes of his tongue with each downward and upward motion.

The taste of Bren was on his tongue, the precome that seasoned prick that he wanted to swallow up, it only made him more tight and edged.

Gladly he offered his mouth, and hungrily he consumed Bren if he was the last treat on earth and he'd been starved for far too long, his hand moving to glide at the base, stroking with an audible slide which came from the mingling of Bren's pre-seed and also the saliva that was soaking arousal with the fervor of each movement. ]

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[Later, perhaps, Bren would try to intellectually process all this, how perfectly natural it had all felt, how this was driven by something somehow more desperate, more intense than even their passion-swept first encounters with one another over the past few weeks. Something had bound them on a level that he did not yet understand, but also implicitly comprehended and knew was exactly correct, exactly as it should be.

The air rushed to meet that saliva-slick skin as Essek drew back, the contrast between that chill and the heat of that mouth was maddeningly good. Another whimper of sound, a wordless plea as his Master worked over his prick.

His fingers tightened fitfully Essek's hair before smoothing through gentle white curls with a softer touch, as if to apologize for the pulling, or maybe just needing to touch. The pleasure had curled tight in his stomach, a knotted twist of heat that wanted to surge through him, sacs heavy with his seed drawing just as taut.]

I... I am close... I am going to come... [Quickly yes, but could he be blamed for it?]

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[ Essek had the wherewithal to very quickly move upward, not away but only so that he could speak in a hushed and nearly reverent whisper, he wanted to feel the hot release splash down his throat, to taste Bren and know that it was his, that this man was his. He was his and he would rip out the throat of anyone who attempted to separate them. ]

Please.. light, I need to taste you.

[ And then he was on Bren once again, swallowing him whole and deep, his hand moving from cock to below where he cupped those balls and started to roll them in his palm, the heavy warmth of them. He wanted to suck them, he wanted to suck every drop out of them, until his Mate was dry.

It was such a rush of feeling, dizzying and massive; and as he came down, his mouth touched the skin at the base, his nose buried in spring curls at the base of shaft, feeling himself choke but in a good way-- in the way that conveyed that he would take care of his mate, that he would accept every single drop that came forth from that head. ]

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[Bren could not refuse Essek anything. Ever. And certainly not in this moment. So that plea, the words that were request and permission, they were irresistible. He was already teetering on that edge, knowing that he was perilously close.

Even if he would like the moment to last, to drown slowly in the pleasure assaulting him from that perfect mouth.

His eyes shot wide as Essek went and swallowed down his prick to the absolute root. Bren cried out, a sob of sound, pleasure and overwhelmed need an that was all. He spilled himself down into that waiting, eager throat, his entire body going stiff, a full body trembling as he came. His fingers curled tighter into Essek's hair as well, holding on. To him and only to him.]

Ah..! Master! [Bren's soul had left his body, sucked out straight through his cock by that extraordinarily talented mouth.]

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[ His mouth formed a seal from which nothing could escape, as if he would rather die then give up a single droplet of the salty bitter cream that shot down his throat, his fingers curled into those sacs lightly and then once the majority of it had been consumed, he finally allowed himself up for air. He felt dizzy from the force of it, but also there was an ease of contentment as he started to lick his lips-- and then he was licking against the head, cleaning out that slit thoroughly while he settled between those legs.

And the he was nuzzling again.

There was a certain amount of primality within him as he rubbed his cheek against that still hardened cock, his eyes moving upwards to seek out Bren's gaze; and his own eyes that luminous gold. ] Did I please you?

[ His voice was husky as he inquired this, as if he desired to please Bren and not the other way around. However, unfortunately for Bren-- Essek was still very interested in sex, his own arousal felt burning between his thighs and he understood he hadn't taken care of it-- but he had to make sure that Bren was alright before he pounced, it was what a mate would do right? Take care of their love. ]

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[By the time Bren managed to settle back into awareness enough to recognize that the world still existed beyond the pure blinding white that his vision had exploded into, he found himself looking down to Essek licking at his cock. He panted softly as he tried to remember how to breathe, a soft whimper at the nuzzling at his still sensitive prick.

The words that came in his Master's voice stole any breath he'd managed to catch once more, leaving him wide-eyed and flushed and staring and nodding.]

You were perfect... so so perfect, I...

[Words were hard. So Bren shifted forward to claim Essek's lips with his, groaning at the realization that he could taste himself on his Master's lips. Oh he was far more than all right.]

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[ Essek felt Bren shift, and then their bodies came in contact once again with each other, their lips created the sweetest music; he lapped against the crease and then he very insistantly plunged his tongue in past those lips, while he settled on top of Bren, tasting eagerly. In fact there continued to be something raw and inherently sexual about Essek's own actions; he was being propelled upward by sheer primality.

His energy was doing the talking, and so was his body.

They were now stomach to stomach, dicks trapped between each other. Bren's own highly spent one and then laying on top it nearly perfectly was the Shadowhands own far fuller one. He started to move, a soft rolling as his fingers slinked into Bren's locks of rich hair and then he was eating out that mouth, sucking that tongue-- anything he could seize onto while they lay there twinned on the bed. ]

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[Bren was all too happy to lay back, to wrap his arms around the other man to make certain that Essek followed with him, that they did not allow a slip of space between them, not when the contact was so heated and desperate and necessary. His body, spent as it was, cried out for it, for more.

After all, his Master had not been satisfied yet, and that called to that unmistakable submissive need to Bren to please, to be good for Essek. Lips parted eagerly, welcoming that tongue with a muffled moan as he let his slide along his Master's. He'd never seen Essek quite so intense as this.

He broke from the kiss just far enough to speak, lips brushing the drow's as he tried to form coherent words.]

Let me please you too, Master? I want to... tell me what you want. My mouth? My hands? My hole? I want to make you feel good. Please.

[And now it was his turn to plead for more.]

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[ His leg hooked around Bren's thigh as he heard the plea to please him, which was just as pleasing though he also knew that he was painfully achingly hard and he wanted more, he wanted more of Bren. The tendrils of desire were so keen that he was rather glad that he was staying home for the next day, it would have him the luxury of burrowing himself within Bren's scent.

He thought of all of the possibilities, and how he wanted Bren in every single way imaginable. He thought of being splayed out before the other man, he thought of those lips wrapped around him or the hand stroking him-- he thought of giving himself to Bren, he thought that there was certainly too little hours in the day. ]

I want.. ah....

[ He shifted, and with a bit of a gravitational push he started to push Bren back onto the bed once again. And then he was maneuvering Bren onto his stomach, and he was pulling those pants completely off of those legs. His palms ran down those thighs and then he leaned forward to give Bren a sharp and emphatic bite right against the left cheek, levying it against a patch of disarming freckles, before his tongue dragged against skin. ]

I'm so hungry.

[ And then he was lifting those hips and trailing his lips against the crevice, nipping as his fingers followed suit. More of his mate's musk, he could scent him and he wanted him desperately-- wanted to be wrapped up in his mate. ]

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[It was certainly an escalation, so different than the tentative foray they'd first made into being physically intimate, when Essek had not been certain it was even something that he would enjoy. Not that Bren was complaining. At all. If his Master wanted him, then he would eagerly give the drow any and all of himself, in whatever that happened to look like.

He did not yet realize how deeply over his head he was given his being only human, but that didn't matter. He'd rise above the limitations of his own mortality if he had to. Or he'd die trying.

For now though, he found himself pushed back and then summarily flipped over. He could feel his face heating in a blush as he found himself fully stripped and his ass urged up. He was thoroughly on display and open to the other man's attention, vulnerable at his Master's mercy -- if mery was something a drow who'd been thrown into their heat possessed.

A startled gasp of sound at the feeling of those teeth.]

Oh!

[His head fell forward as he started to realize what Essek's current intention was.]

Master..?

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[ The mercy would come when he finally had to call a healer because he was wearing his Mate out, because he would recognize it once the other man started to tire while he himself remained nearly unchanged and still invigorated. It would be necessary if he did not wish to hurt his mate, that was something that would supersede all else.

For now though, Bren was presented to him.. he could see every dip and crevice. He could see the balls hanging down and the pinked pucker that was begging to be licked. He needed to taste his Mate and so he slowly leaned forward and allowed his tongue to flatly glide from where taint started and then slowly upward until he was using the tip of his tongue to tease.

A rumbled purr as he gripped those hips tighter and he started to eat the other man out rather vigorously, the musk of Bren nearly inflaming him while his cock nearly cried angry tears in his lounge pants. But he was ignoring it, which was perhaps not the wisest idea considering that when he finally did get inside of Bren, it was going to be a whirlwind storm.

There was also the matter of another ache building deep within him builting but that would be fufilled later, right now the most pressing thing was his prick buried in deep, but first he had to prepare his mate for mounting. ]

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[Bren would, by then, likely realize that something was certainly up. Right now the idea that he'd somehow tripped the Mate switch in his Master wasn't even in barest glimmer of an inkling i his thoughts. Why would it be? He was, at best, a very spoiled pet. A diversion, perhaps. A plaything. Maybe a companion?

He'd never dare think he could be anything more than that.

Another startled groan at the brush of that tongue against his hole. He leaned down, face pressed into the blankets so that the next moan he made was muffled. Essek was going to kill him, and Bren was ready to die happy.]

Oh... fuck, please.

[He was more than ready to beg for more. He may have already come once, but his prick was rallying, stirring back to life, at Essek's continued attention.]

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[ Tongue and teeth could be felt scraping against delicate skin, his fingers moved between those thighs so that he could once again fondle those balls, which he knew to have more seed in it-- there had been so much seed on previous occasions. His tongue was hungry, spreading saliva all over the aching hole while he massaged the life right back into Bren's interested body.

Stiffening his tongue to dip inside, other hand then joining his tongue to stretch Bren out. Even though he was going to fuck him very roughly, it did not mean that his Pet did not deserve the care and attention of proper preparation.

This, of course, may be famous last thoughts-- though Essek was losing his mind slowly by the second to the point where it was likely he would hold on by little more than a thread before the evening was out. One finger massaged those walls, spreading silken wetness into them in preparation. All he could think of was breeding with his mate in so many ways.

Both breeding and being bred, the sort of thoughts that occurred to him in the hazed recalibration of his mind, and that had happened very suddenly, and it was likely that all it had taken was his soul last night to recognize that Bren was the one. ]

Soon...

[ He promised, though it did not matter if Bren came soon. Essek still intended on having him regardless of if he came soon or not. ]

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[Bren had never been so utterly devoured by a lover, and it was an overwhelming assault of sensation and pleasure that he had no defense against. That tongue was wet and hot, and it had him eager for more, eager to have his Master inside him, bearing over him and fucking him into oblivion -- something far more likely and closer to the truth than he had any way of realizing in this moment.

His hips jerked towards that, another whimper voiced like a secret prayer to the bedsheets. He was far too close to coming again to be fair. But Essek had that effect on him. He clung to his self control for this moment at least, even if he could feel the way his body wanted to give into the pleasure.]

Soon... I need you. I need you inside me. Please, Master... please fuck me. I need...

[He needed to feel him, to be connected to him in that intimate way, where they couldn't be closer and still remain two separate people. Gods he wanted to lose himself entirely in Essek.]

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[ That tendril of pleading reached Essek in that haze, and he understood then the assignment, that Bren would need to be mounted soon. He slowly drew away, his tongue slipping from hole and his fingers dislodging so that he could grip those hips once again. He was behind Bren, pushing his sleep pants down with his free hand and then he was pushing his slender and lithe body right against the other man's; it almost felt as if he could feel fire in that freckled skin.

Or maybe it was his own body, hot to the touch.

Guiding himself to that hole, smearing it with his precome and then he was pushing in though with less care then he had previously. It was because his mind knew that Bren was ready for him, ready to accept him and there was the slickness of saliva to help ease him inside. He pushed and did not stop until he had been hilted fully in his Pet, until he could hear those soft moans. ]

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[There was so much heat between them, and Bren heard himself whimper in approval at the way their bodies pressed together, at the feeling of Essek pressed against him. Because as highly physical and carnal as this was, it was more than simply lust. Bren knew by now that he was in love with his Master, and had resigned himself to that being an unrequited thing. Unrequited or not though, he still relished being close.

He groaned as he felt Essek's cock at his hole, ready to plead more but his Master gave him what he wanted. He was ready for him, and even if he hadn't been so well prepared, he would not have complained. As long as Essek's cock was inside him, he couldn't ask for anything more.

A startled sound as Essek was so fully buried inside him, with no hesitation, nothing slow or cautious and Bren thrilled at the feeling of it, of knowing that Essek was taking what he wanted from him.]

Ah... I am so full of you... Master...

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[ If Bren only knew the surge fo affection that the other man had for him, it was even more than affection; it was something far deeper. In fact Essek was unable to truly understand it himself, but it was there in the way that his arms wrapped around Bren's shoulders, as his lips scraped against the freckled shoulder blade, or the fact they were front to back, beating heart thrumming against Bren's back.

His teeth was scraping even as he murmured against skin. ]

Do not come... [ That was a growl as he allowed himself to adjust; he knew that he would not last but he had to last as long as Bren did. ] Do not come until I tell you too.

[ A very shallow thrust that would arch Bren forward a little bit, and with that thrust he did definitely nudge against the prostate, just a little bit-- certainly enough that Bren would see stars behind his eyelids. ]

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[Bren would never be brave enough to think anyone could truly care about him, not really, not after the things he had done, the broken wreck of a thing that he was. But he could be wanted. That was more than enough, wasn't it? And oh he felt wanted right now, wanted and wholly possessed by his Master, claimed by him.

His breath caught, and he nodded at the sound of those growled words.]

I... I will try...

[He would try his best, would do whatever he could to be good, but then that thrust had Essek's cock rubbing against his prostate, and Bren cried out in a desperate little sound. Stars indeed, entire galaxies being born and dying and flaring back to life in his vision. His back arched sharply to rock his hips back at the other man, to meet those movements.]

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[ There was warmth there, and there was safety as well. He inhaled against the back of that neck, hunting against the skin there, scenting the hair and the fragrance of skin, and then he rolled his hips again. A keened little half growl and half moan filled the space around them while he started another movement. He was biting then against the neck, the sweetness of it-- not enough to draw blood but enough to mimic the primality of two beasts mating in the wild.

He could feel Bren's walls squeezing about him, milking him and making it impossibly tight for him to press into, except he managed it.. gritting his teeth as he pushed inside, already he was leaking inside of Bren, and very soon he would fill him until there would be no place for the seed to go except right back out.

A deep breath against that neck then, another stiffened pulse deep inside, and finally he started that rhythm, and because of the squeeze there was the knowledge that Bren was going to divest him of every droplet, and there would be no choice in the matter.

The thrusts were timed perfectly and the slide from precome seemed to heighten the speed, as he struggled to control his urge to lose all control-- holding on by a thread. ]

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[Those teeth found his neck, and even very human Bren could not deny the surge of utterly primal instinct that raced through him. Yes. This was how it ought to be, to be so thoroughly claimed, to belong to Essek body and heart and soul, and to need more, to want to disappear into him completely. He cried out, wordless but very clearly a plea for more, for Essek not to stop.

As the drow fell into that insistent rhythm -- the oldest music that time had known, a song that Bren could hear in his soul -- Bren moved with him. His hole pulled and clenched at that cock as it moved, as if he could pull Essek deeper inside with each thrust, like he refused to let him go on with withdrawal.

He was losing his own grip on self control, on coherent thought.]

Gods... Fuck... please... harder. I need... I need you...

[Bren didn't know he was plucking at that single taut and fraying thread, but he was.]

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[ This was a clear indication of how the next week would go.

There would be more de-evolutions into mindless and cataclysmic sex, where they got thoroughly lost within each other; because Essek would not stop at just this.. he would want all of Bren, every single ridge and crest, every valley and outcrop of him. His mate was his world and he would jealously guard it with claw and fang, and within that sphere-- no one should ever dare separate them.

It was pulsing, he felt pulsing. His mind was fuzzy with sick desire and his body arched painfully and carefully against Bren. It was painful for him though because he was edged and held taught, wanting to milk every single droplet for all it was worth-- though Bren's trying to hold him in, keep him in did not go unnoticed.

Another bite at that shoulder, a deep rough thrust as the thoroughly abused prostate. The walls that squeezed, he could feel his own balls clench in preparation for the onslaught; he reached underneath to palm flat against Bren's shaft and then he held it firmly while he slapped skin on skin, pounding in time with the beating of their heartbeats. He was close and his grip on that hip spoke as much, nails digging in-- far rougher than he ever had been. ] Light.. yes.. please, oh gods.. [ A choked out moan, another slamming and then without warning he came.

And as he came, he started to roughly slide his hand and fingers around cock and then he was pumping it in time with each gasping release of his seed right into Bren's waiting hole. ]

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[Bren was in no way prepared for being so thoroughly wanted, for the sheer width and breadth of claiming that they would do of each other while they road out Essek's heat together. But then even if he were aware, he couldn't think beyond this immediate moment anyway. There was too much, the sensation, the desire, the thrill at being intimate -- albeit in a feral, carnal, animalistic way -- with his Master, there was no world in which he could focus on anything beyond now.

That ongoing assault on his prostate was driving him towards that edge so surely. He'd been told not to come though, not without permission, and Bren was nothing if not obedient, after all.

Still the touch of that hand against his poor, aching prick would have to be permission enough, because between that and the feeling of Essek driving so hard, so rough inside him, the feeling of being filled by his Master as he came, Bren couldn't stop his own release. He cried out in bliss, voice already gone hoarse from use, as he spilled himself over Essek's fingers.]