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Strung Out	By : TransientTemptation Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 5888 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: This might be a three-shot but I have it already finished so I'm going to post it all in one go. Lucky you people. I think I have all the warnings listed... if I missed one it's so minor I forgot about it so sorry about that. Anyway... enjoy my first non-request jaunt into the WoW fandom.

Denall froze when he came down the stairs to the basement of the small Alliance outpost near the Arathi Basin. It wasn’t a big outpost. A large storage shed practically but he’d stopped here because he needed to rest his charger. He’d come down to the basement to grab a drink from some barrels nearby while his horse rested but hadn’t been prepared for what he saw.

A blood elf, he couldn’t quite tell if it was male or female, was writhing in a cage that had magic wards all around it. Denall had always thought that the blood elves were particularly weak for their addiction to magic but now seeing this elf –he could now see it was a male- writhing and crying out, his eyes a pale minty color instead of the usual glowing emerald, and his cheeks sunken in Denall had to admit that he couldn’t blame them for wanting to avoid what was quite obviously agonizing withdrawal. The elf was completely bare save for the modesty his almost obscenely long strawberry blonde hair gave him. His muscles were small and lean, the muscles of a scholar or a youth not a hardened fighter. His face had fine, almost feminine, features that were twisted in agony.

The elf shrieked and doubled over in clear pain. Sweat was streaked along his trembling body along with a few trails of blood and other suspicious substances that Denall resisted thinking about. He really was a pathetic sight. So far from the dignity and poise that were so common with elves of both varieties. Suddenly, Denall became aware of the alliance soldiers crowded around with their tankards of ale watching and chuckling as the elf suffered.

Before Denall could make his presence know where he stood just at the bottom of the stairs the officer in charge of this outpost, an older warrior with many ugly scars marring his face and body, stood up from his seat. “I think he needs a fix, eh boys?” he said putting his mug down and stepping closer to the cage. The other men chuckled and agreed.

The warrior picked up something clearly magical and held it out to the cage. The response was immediate. The elf was pressed against the bars of the cage grabbing at the artifact desperately. But it was held just out of his reach and the tormented elf whined and whimpered as he tried to grab it in vain, practically crushing himself against the bars of the cage to try and get closer. “Ah ah ah,” the warrior said holding the artifact further away. “You know the price,” he said putting the artifact on a nearby table and stepping closer.

The elf gave a keening sound and seemed to collapse in on himself in a defeated way. The warrior chuckled and stepped right up to the bars before undoing his pants and exposing himself. Denall was absolutely horrified and took a single step closer before he found himself frozen again. The elf had tears in his pale eyes as the head of the warrior’s cock pressed insistently against his full lips but despite his tears, after a moment, he opened his mouth to the violation.

The warrior grabbed the elf’s hair roughly and started thrusting hard into his mouth and Denall felt the need to be sick at the display. This was not the way the alliance was supposed to work. Torture wasn’t their way…

The violation continued as the warrior moaned and choked the elf several times as he forced his way deeper. Tears continued to stream down the elf’s face as he grabbed the bars of the cage for support. Denall couldn’t tear his eyes away and just stared in disbelief as the bear of a human alliance member orally raped his captive in front of his men. Suddenly the warrior pulled back a bit so that his cock wasn’t shoved down the elf’s throat and started stroking himself roughly.

It only took a few strokes before his semen spurted out in long strings to splatter all over the elf’s face and hair. The elf flinched and tried to shy away but was held there by the hand in his hair. The soldiers laughed at the display and the leader of them finally released the elf who scrambled back and instantly started trying to wipe the mess off his face. It was impossible for him to get all of it though and all he had was his hands.

Before he could get most of the cum off his face he suddenly froze. Denall’s eyes moved back to the officer and realized he had the artifact held out to the cage tauntingly. Mentally, Denall screamed at the elf not to go towards it but he knew it was futile. The elf, still wracked with withdrawal tremors, practically slammed his body against the bars of the cage and reached out for the source of magic. He whimpered and cried for it and the soldiers laughed again. The quickly drying semen on his face and in his hair was forgotten for the promise of a fix for his magic addiction.

Denall had to turn away and force himself not to watch as a solider came forward, already undoing his trousers. Denall forced himself to leave the basement and go back upstairs though every cell in his body was screaming at him to stop what was going on downstairs. He couldn’t fight all of those soldiers at once. Perhaps half he could manage but not all of them. They were hardened soldiers with sharp swords and arms strengthened from fighting local beasts. Even Denall’s paladin abilities would be hard-pressed to handle so many.

A few hours later the men came up from downstairs still laughing and a few making crude jokes about their cocks and the elf in the basement. Denall forced his anger down as he got up from his seat and went downstairs after the group of them had left the outpost to supposedly go on patrol.

Denall’s eyes softened at the sight of the elf in his cage. He was covered in the soldier’s drying semen and clutching the artifact to his chest desperately though it had already lost its magic glow. He was still trembling but not as badly as before. Denall pushed down his anger at the knowledge that the soldiers hadn’t given him enough magic to completely bring him out of withdrawal. They were stringing him out on magic, just giving enough to keep his body from shutting down completely but not enough to end his dependence on them. It was despicable. Denall stepped closer to the cage and the elf shrunk down into a tighter ball.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” Denall said soothingly as he crouched down beside the soiled elf. He quickly focused his magic on his hand and held it out. Instantly, the elf abandoned the dead artifact and grabbed his larger hand. The elf pulled it forward and nuzzled against it, a small sigh escaping him as he started leeching the magic off him.

Slowly, the elf’s trembling stopped and Denall heard tiny ‘thank you’s being murmured as the elf continued to nuzzle and even kiss his hand. It didn’t escape his notice that the elf’s eyes didn’t start to glow again and he recalled a bit of reading he’d done ages ago that said Blood Elf eyes could be permanently damaged if they were removed from magic too long. Denall didn’t have to wonder. He knew those men that tormented the elf would have let him go blind in a heartbeat. “How long have you been down here?” Denall asked softly, allowing the elf to continue to leech off him and almost worship his hand.

“Too long,” the elf replied softly. “They won’t let me die…”

“Do you want to die?” Denall asked, somewhat put out by that statement.

“I would rather be dead than here,” the elf replied instantly and somewhat fiercely.

“What if I helped you out of here?” Denall asked.

The elf tilted his head some and hesitantly extended a hand. He traced Denall’s face with soft fingertips, making the other male shiver at the unexpected pleasure of it. The elf ignored the reaction or possibly didn’t notice it in the first place and continued to explore Denall’s face until he reached his would be savior’s chin and the long tendrils there. “You’re Draenei…” he stated.

“Yes, and you’re a Blood Elf. What does that have to do with anything?” Denall asked curiously.

“Nothing… it just explains why you’re willing to help me and not them. You all are such the goodie two… hooves,” he said though a small smile creased his lips. “A paladin as well I assume?”

“And if I am?”

The elf chuckled a bit. “Typical.”

“Well, if you don’t want my help…”

“Oh, stop it,” the elf said sternly. “You and I both know very well that you won’t be leaving me here.”

“Glad to see you’re feeling better,” Denall murmured, slightly annoyed at the elf’s attitude. “Now… what’s your name, little elf?”

“Little elf?” he echoed in slight disgust. “That’s so very degrading. Don’t call me that again. And the name is Voisin.”

“Denall,” the Draenei replied with a slight bow despite the fact Voisin couldn’t see it.

“Wonderful, now, how do you propose getting me out?”

Denall paused at that. “I hadn’t really thought that far ahead,” he admitted.

Voisin sighed some. “Well, the most obvious thing to do would be to find the key to this cage. I suppose you could also try to simply break the door down as well but with me still inside here I’d really rather you didn’t,” he said. It hadn’t escaped Denall’s notice that Voisin hadn’t let go of his hand yet though he wasn’t leeching mana any longer. Perhaps he wasn’t as tough as he was trying to portray.

“I’ll find the key,” Denall promised before reaching into his bag and pulling out some scraps of linen he’d planned to turn into bandages. “Here. While I’m gone you can use this to clean up some,” he said leaning forward with it to wipe off the dried semen from the elf’s face.

Voisin nodded some and took the cloth to clean himself up. “Just hurry… this cage drains magic far too fast,” he said as he tried to get clean without any water. Denall nodded before remembering the elf couldn’t see him and then murmured his understanding before hurrying off. Voisin might be a member of the horde but he certainly didn’t deserve this sort of treatment either. He had made certain oaths as a paladin and letting such suffering continue would violate them as well as his own personal code.
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