"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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[Bren would do whatever Essek wanted, would spread his legs, bare himself, offer up anything that would please the other man. It was obvious perhaps in the way that he yielded to that kiss, lips parting and tongue sliding along Essek's to welcome the kiss deeper. He whimpered a moan to the kiss again as that hand found his arousal, hips rocking towards that touch, eager to seek out more.

That growl sent a jolt straight through him, that need hot enough that he thought it might consume him, and all he could think about was Essek and how much he wanted him, wanted to please.

One hand made its way up along the drow's chest, up to settle at the side of his neck, up and then into his hair. Essek's touch was perfect, but nowhere near enough.]

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[ Essek's free hand, the one not curled around that hard aching shaft, was pressed against Bren's shoulder- and then he pushed backward though he was very quick to follow suit; with a deft dexterity he moved his body to just between those thighs. All throughout this his mouth was still on Bren's but that back would hit the bed with a decisive thump.

There was no reasoning with Essek now. He would want what he wanted, and he would take it at all costs; he would seek and demand and it was Bren to fulfill his every single need. A soft growl caught against lips as he found he could only use single words, just as Bren himself was capable of.

Against those lips, with his tongue twining, he hissed the words. ] Stomach, now? [ And the normally elegant and polished drow was now a small beast of a man, the touch of elegance gone until such base instincts remained. ]

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[Bren gasped to his lips as he was pushed back, unable to stop the way his body reacted, arching up against him like gravity had reversed itself for him and he was bound to Essek Thelyss and not the earth below them. He had no complaints about this particular change in his own personal rules of physics.

He heard himself moaning in agreement to that hissed request -- or was it an order? it was as good as one anyway. Bren moved immediately to obey; something in him could sense that change in his Master, the switch that had clearly flipped in the drow, the feral, primal edge to him.]

Yes, Master...

[A breathless murmur as he forced himself to break away from the other man's lips, moving to turn himself over, glancing back at Essek over his shoulder. His pupils were blown, chasing the bright sky blue to a single thin ring around the edge, an eclipse where desire and lust had blocked everything else out and away.]

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[ Essek relied on his instincts, and there was nothing more instinctual then his reaction to Bren-- to the arch of that freckled back, to the hips jutting out and presented to him, he longed to fuck him, and it was a thought that was so forceful but which would scandalize him upon his return to the world of reason. His tongue licked against his fangs in a manner similar to earlier this morning, except now his eyes were nearly luminous and glow in the dark. They were candles in the shadows of the bedroom.

And then his palms grasped hips and he pulled them forward until he could rub his own ramrod straight cock against the valley between those cheeks, he was rutting now-- be barely bothered to wonder if this was conveying his desire suitably, he was merely taking and seizing.

He would have him every single way, railing him right here and ow or mounting him like Bren was some stead meant for *his* pleasure. A rough roll of hips while one hand moved to clench into locks of red, to yank to the side so that he could press his mouth against the very side of neck, to scrape his teeth there right at that sweet spot that would leave a mark.

Essek's breath was rough and panting, seized by a pleasure that was a tidal wave-- a force of nature. This was exactly why Bren had been given the stamina and aphrodesiac, the beginning was gradual.. until it was a storm. ]

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[Those eyes, the way that Essek looked at him, Bren knew in that moment that he would be completely and thoroughly claimed, possessed in a way he had never even dreamed of, and gods help him he wanted it. He wanted to be taken and used in whatever way his Master desired, wanted to be so ruined for anyone else that no other touch would ever do. And it wouldn't. There would always, only be this beautiful man who had him body and heart and soul.

He whined out a low, roughened sound at the feeling of that cock sliding along between his cheeks, over his hole, so close and so good but not enough. He needed Essek inside him, needed his Master to fuck him hard enough that sitting would be impossible, to fill him so full of his seed that he overflowed with it. The sheer force of that yearning nearly choked the air from his lungs.

Those fingers in his hair had him fully crying out, head moving with the tugging, baring his neck to that attention. Already this was poised to make their earlier round of carnality look like gentle foreplay. It ought to be terrifying, but the way Bren trembled was need, not fear.]

Please... fuck me, Master. I need you. Ruin me. Show me how I am yours.

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[ It would look like a gentle tea-party, that which they had eight hours ago; it was gentle by comparison for the beast within Essek had taken over, the beast that needed to mate and be mated, who would demand every single drop of come out of the other man, until he was drained dry; laying spent underneath.

This was his mate who would breed him, who would plant his seed inside of him and make it quicken-- he recognized this intimately and he would have no mercy. With a forceful shove down of that shoulder, the top of Bren's chest would make contact with the bed, and then those hips were angled upward, putting the Empire Pet in the most lewd and filthy position, bearing that hungry hole to Essek's feverish gaze.

And then Bren would feel the first lathe of tongue right against that entrance, pressed flat and upward like Essek was licking against an ice cold treat-- except Bren was hot and just as feverish as him. Very insistently, his tongue danced against ridges and then he was spreading that saliva all around, making circles and then infiltrating in hot swipes and penetrations. ]

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[Bren was utterly oblivious to the knowledge that anything would come of any of this save for exhaustion and bruises and love bites. The thought of somehow creating life with their union was something he would never have even believed remotely possible.

He was not, however, oblivious to the way that Essek roughly pressing him to the bed, leaving him presented so obscenely -- ass on display and utterly begging for the drow's attention -- made him feel. His face pressed to the bed, fingers gripping in blankets tightly at the first brush of that hot, wet tongue.]

A...ah.... Master...

[A sob that was clearly pleading for more. His body reacted, that burning in him flaring from smoldering ember to full conflagration.]

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[ There were no preliminaries, the only thing that could possibly suffice was his prick buried deep inside. His mouth on that eager quivering hole, working his tongue in and out while he arched himself, trying to stymie the way that his own dick absolutely tightened with utter want.

He was eating out Bren, spreading his tongue deep as he licked against walls, treating the entrance like the mouth that he had kissed but minutes ago, licking him out as he attempted to fill himself with his mate's musk and desire.

One Finger arched in, slowly working in and out with his tongue and he stretched him. He would not have patience for more fingers than this one though, after a certain point taste would not be enough, he would have to plunder and overtake the other man until he was a quaking lust filled filthy mess on the sheets. ]

Soon.. soon.

[ He tried to murmur soothingly, but it came out like a sharpened little growl. ]

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[Bren was certain that he would be devoured whole, and he was eager to let himself be that offering if Essek desired it. So long as his Master touched him, was near him, he would give him anything and everything. He promised as much, over and over again, in soft whined pleas and vows, slipping between Common and Zemnian, promising Essek anything if he would fuck him, fill him, would do something to satisfy this burning desire in him.

He rocked his hips back towards that finger, the exquisite torment of that tongue probing at his hole.]

Now...

[He mewled softly. To hells with soon. He needed, and that need would drive him mad if it weren't met. He was sure of it.]

Please..!

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[ How very cheeky that 'now' would've been if it hadn't been laced with a pained sort of urgency, as if each moment that he dallied, that Bren would be consumed by such a starvation of self. Another growl, it nearly vibrated against the strip of skin between hole and balls and then he pulled away.

A few more finger strokes, to massage those walls furiously, and then he replaced it with his leaking cockhead and started to slowly, oh so very slowly fill Bren exactly like how he wanted to.

The sounds that Essek was making felt nearly inhuman, his huffed breath forming panting admissions of excitement while his cock breached the gate and then the friction was steady-- until he grew impatient. Once that happened, he nearly slammed his hips right into Bren until his cockhead made a forceful contact with Bren's prostate; very little ceremony was involved. After that, he leaned over the back and nibbled once again at a shoulder, palm slipping underneath to stroke against the pubic hair just at the navel, nails dancing against the strip while he steadied himself. ]

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[Those growls, as pure and primal as they were, had his cock aching with need. Whatever had been in that potion, it seemed that it was perfectly made to help Bren's body communicate in this foreign language of drow heat, to understand fluently what that instinct and desire meant, the need to claim and be claimed, to be as much as one as two living souls could manage to be.

He cried out in bliss at the first feeling of that dick breaching his entrance. It had been a hasty preparation -- due to his own impatience and demand -- and his body certainly felt the stretch of being filled, but it was perfect. He was still positioned with his face pressed to the bed, still a picture of wanton need, back arching as he was slowly filled.

Then that hard thrust that had him keening a sound that spoke of ecstasy that bordered on that fine edge of pain. His cock throbbed, leaking as he rutted backwards towards that contact, likely making it harder for that steadying himself that Essek was attempting.]

[zauberdecke]

[ There was no time for gracefulness, that would've waisted precious moments. Instead he let out a soft growl as his fingers closed around the cock and the he was stroking it as he started to rut. The breath huffed against that ear as he endeavored to ride Bren hard and fast, and those keening cries and moans were only the fuel that had been heaped onto the fire.

Kindling that would be used to take them both out in a smokescreen of lust.

There was a symbiotic give that was not too easy to breach, the friction that was caused with each pull out and back and therein squeezed against his shaft. His teeth closed around the skin at the shoulder and he was pumping, both with his touch as well as the pistoning movements of his hips.

Fuck, did his mate even know how delicious he was? The sound of skin hitting skin was audible and would be loud enough to fill the area around their bodies, and somehow? That fueled Essek's movements even more to take and conquer, to leave marks of his claiming so that no one else would attempt to take his mate.

Each sscent mark, each progressed moment with each other left it's mark on the pages of their union like ink not so easily removed. ]

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[Bren had dissolved into a mess of lust and desperation. The only thing that mattered, the only thing that could possibly ever matter, was Essek, was being a sheath for that cock to sink into again and again, to whatever it took to bring them together. He clawed at the blankets beneath him, sobbing with pleasure at the feeling of teeth.

His hips were trapped in a vicious, delicious cycle of being pounded by that prick plunging inside him and stroked by the hand encircling his own cock. Every other thought had fled from his mind, eyes unfocused and staring out at nothing as sensation assaulted him. He had never been fucked like this before, taken apart and put back together with each deep, frenzied thrust.

He was achingly close, and there would be no warning before his climax crashed over him, release spilling thickly over Essek's fingers, ass constricting around the shaft buried inside him in fluttering, frantic rhythms as he came, his legs barely holding him up from collapsing completely on the bed.]

Don't... don't stop. Please don't stop.

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[ The drow would not have dreamt of stopping, no-- the words only incemsed him into further harsh rocking of hips, back and forth while he slammed himself within ever closer to completion. In fact, it hadn't taken very long at all-- he had barely gotten five thrust out when Bren came so heatedly and uncontrollably, painting his palm with seed that dripped through cracks and over his wrist.

Eseek tightened his hold as he forced every single droplet out, and each pass over absolutely drew him closer to the brink, but he would not stop-- it was doubtful that he would stop even if Caleb was drained dry; because he needed his mate, needed to claim him and to feel those walls wrap around him quiveringly.

A harsh keening sound as well that cuold likely be heart by anyone listening at the door, the utterly lust-bruised voice that was chasing his own orgasm just after Bren had found it. Quickening as if it was a race while he dripped sweat at Caleb's back. ] Fuck, M'hrandii, you feel so tight.. [ And then he was pushed off the edge too, falling into a sea of stars as his teeth closed around a patch of skin and he tugged sharply, there would be marks teft there and a nicely sizeable bruise which would show everyone elese exactly who Bren belonged to. ]

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[Bren sobbed in moans that were equal parts relieved and overstimulated. It was what he needed though, though he realized that it had only started to scratch the depth of that new itch in him. When he could think more clearly he would realize that the stamina potion had some other effects as well, and find himself perhaps grateful for it, this help for him to understand the instinctual impulse that his Master was going through.

His hips rolled towards that hand that was still stroking so tightly over his cock, and he knew that he would be utterly wrung dry.

A trembling moan in response to the way Essek keened, the call of that voice pulling at something in him that he didn't quite have a name to put to -- a yearning stronger than he had ever felt.]

You feel so good... I'm so full of you... Master... [And then it was Bren's turn to cry out at the feeling of those teeth closing in such a possessive way against his neck, at his Master finding his release as well.]

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[ Essek quivered and it was such a thing full of desire, it reverberated against Bren's back as his teeth kept themselves clamped there; hips arching though a bit slower as the movements became vastly more slickened. Heat throttled through him, and kept his cock from flagging, rather he kept those rocking motions lightly while he slid his hand over Bren's own shaft.

Dimly, he was aware that Bren had not gone down even a little bit-- he was still hard, painfully so, and with the heartbeat thumping against his palm through the veins that sluiced upward.

The words he spoke were Undercommon, they were soothing endearments as well as plaintive murmurings that Bren was being so good, it was clear in the tone that it was praise at it's most basic. ]

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[Bren was trying to remember how the basics of existence worked -- breathing, in particular was giving him something of a difficult time. But who needed breathing anyway, when Essek was still draped atop him, inside him, around him. Fuck. How could he need anything but that? But him.

His cock was still hard, still aching, and he was with it enough to send a silent thanks to the stamina potion and the cleric who had delivered it. While it would still take all he had to keep up with what his Master was going through, to be there to support him through all of it. But he at least had a chance of managing it now.

A soft shiver at the sound of those words. He'd learned enough Undercommon by now to understand the praises, and he heard himself whimpering in soft, unadulterated bliss at it.]

Mm... Master... earlier... you called me something...

[Careful now, Essek. He would ask the question. May as well tell him or he'd just look it up in his little dictionary.]

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[ He was still buried in deep, though he knew that at any point they could switch positions or he could have him in another way. The act of coming though cut through the haze just enough-- the question came and his own breath huffed out as he tried to form the semblance of words, but likewise to attach meaning to it.

Unfortunately Bren, Essek's mind was not thinking too clearly, what with the heat making him somewhat stupid. All he could think of when he said M'hrandii was attaching it to what he felt, that unseated feeling in the core of him that was all primal instincts. ]

Mine--

[ He all but growled, and if Bren did look it up later? He would see that was not a lie, but it was also something far deeper than that. A mated bond, in drow culture, was very possessive-- so it was no surprise that would be the first word that came to Essek's lips especially while the threads of heat still wove it's way around every part of his being. ]

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[Any and every which way. That was what Bren expected at this point, and he was looking forward to it, craved it now. Anything to be close to his Master, to be with him in any and every way that he could. Yes, the potion drove this echo of his master's heat, but it was how much he loved the other man that was the real reason, the true source of that desire to be everything and anything for him.

So when Essek gave him that answer, it was enough. He knew it wasn't the full truth -- he knew the word for mine in Undercommon, and that was not it. But it was truth enough and it was what he wanted to be.]

Ah... ja. Good. I am yours. All of me is yours.

[And as if to evidence that, he rolled his hips back against Essek, a reminder that they were still joined, still one.]

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[ It was not a lie per se, it was just hard to translate with his head hazy and clouded; and then as Bren pushed back-- he felt how they were joined, how he was still very hard and buried inside his lover, he pressed a soft kiss against shoulder-- following it up with the scrape of teeth, the sweetest press while he nuzzled their bodies together, and then drawing them so that Bren was tucked into a spoon against him.

Still joined, still connected. This was a far more intimate position, it was protective in that it allowed for Essek to protect Bren's back and to guard his front. His hand then settled against the chest just over where heart was, and then his hips rolled indolently back and forth. It was a more leisurely movement this time, slow and banked to prevent too much over stimulation while still allowing him to feed his ever embering need for proximity.

It was so easy to tuck his face into the crook of that shoulder and to press soft and light kisses there. No matter what the word meant, the actions meant more in terms of sincerity. ]

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[Essek would find Bren utterly pliant, not a shred of resistance in him as he settled back against him, spooned quite effectively, even if the drow was still buried deep inside. There was indeed something more intimate about this, something dangerously affectionate if Bren allowed himself to think about it that way. His eyes fluttered half shut and he arched, slow and languorously as he relished in the feeling of being held and fucked like Essek was in no hurry at all.

He let his head loll back to turn and nuzzle against him.

A moment of hesitation and he moved to settle his own hand on top of Essek's. Another intimate touch, nothing sexual about it. There was no reason in the maddening lust, but in the feelings that came in a softer, sweeter way hidden just underneath.]

[zauberdecke]

[ It was a languid sort of desire now, there was no hurry and he was enjoying the contact. If only Bren knew that Essek did not do superficial lust, that this was precious on basis that Essek was allowing himself the indulgence of intimacy like this. Answeringly, he twined their fingers together as he moved, his other hand was lifting Bren's leg to hook it over his own thigh.

With such surprising ease and strength.

Back and forth his hips rolled as he nibbled against smooth column of neck, then his hand went back to palm the still hard flesh, attempting to coax more succulent pearls out of that slitted reservoir; kisses and nuzzles in gestures that were fond--- this felt much like keeping a met close, protected but also still mating with them; and they were mating in the most primal sense, each day that passed was one more day that their souls inextricably twined. ]

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[Essek's fingers tangled through his, and Bren's heart gave a leap like it was trying to propel itself straight from his chest. He was so far gone. He loved this complicated man so much, wanted nothing more than to find a way to be worthy of him, to make him happy.

Though somehow he felt like more than just a pampered pet in this moment.

Bren moaned as he was spread, wider, the angle of those slow, deliberate thrusts changing as Essek eased his leg back. His head lolled back to bare his neck as he let himself bask in the sensation. His prick was hard and softly aching, precome collecting and being dragged down along his shaft with each movement of those fingers.]

This is... good... all I can feel is you.

[zauberdecke]

[ His teeth found the skin of that neck, and then he tugged lightly-- another mark being left on that pale freckled skin, one that would be a reminder for at least a few days beyond when the heat ended, and when Bren would have to beg for another such mark. There was a good chance that Essek would be a little embarassed by his unhinged lustful behavior.

Slow and deep, that was how he went-- the angle was such that it could not be fast whatsoever but that welcoming hole certainly did attempt to squeeze him home, and he was so very close to the brink what with the sensitivity of their massive amounts of copulation.

He was not the most capable of words right now but the purring that he evidenced from his mouth seemed to convey his desire for more, it was also a rumbling of both approval and the softly faint lilt of possessiveness. Anyone who even looked at his Pet the wrong way, his Mate would be ripped to shreds.

Just let Adeen make the implication of a threesome, we'll see how long the drow lasts. ]

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[Bren was destined to be covered in teethmarks and love bites, and he would only be pleased by all of them. He would miss them when they faded, and likely would beg for more of them, plead for those teeth in his skin.

The change of pace with this particular round of fucking was marked, but Bren found he loved it as much as the desperate, hard frenzy of only moments before. Essek was inside him, those arms around him. He could feel more than hear that purring. He let his head loll backwards, to nuzzle his way against Essek's jaw, whimpering his own pleasure.

He loved him, and the words wanted to spring from his lips, to make themselves heard in the open air. But he swallowed them back because he knew so well that they had no place, he had no right.]

Master... please...