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Master and Pet	By : AoiNoChou Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 8040 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own World of Warcraft, and I make no money off the story. The character is my own OC, a character I play.

Chapter List
- 1-The Bond Formed
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     Author's Note: Okay, the first story I've written in years. Please read and review. This is actually a character I play on WoW, so if you see me, feel free to say hi.
     Synfodel, huntress lately of Darnassus, leapt across the grassy hills near the elven capital, searching for her prey. A young Night Elf, lightly muscled from her travels and adventures, her smirk bespoke a certain arrogance, born of sure knowledge that her skills were more than a match for the pathetic animals populating the area. There she is, a larger than average nightsaber was prowling around the base of the hill, getting ready to pounce on a deer that had inadvertently wandered into its path. Sorry, girl, not today, She loosed an arrow, striking the ‘saber in the leg, causing it to whirl and rush at her. A steady stream of arrows kept flowing, piercing its chest, striking its head but glancing off the thick skull. It was too close now, time for some knife work. With a shriek of primal rage, Synfodel leapt towards the beast, ripping her dagger free from the sheathe. A few quick strikes later, the nightsaber let out a piteous whine, its legs buckling underneath it, as it expired. Synfodel panted lightly, moderately winded from the battle, a few gashes from the nightsaber’s claws bleeding. She bandaged her wound, thankful for the rudimentary training she had received, before kneeling down beside the corpse, taking out another, smaller knife. With a flick, she set to work skinning the cat, hoping the battle hadn’t ruined the cat’s hide, wanting to get some leather out of her hunt. Her work done, Synfodel looked down at herself in dismay, this last hunt and the few before it had been messy affairs, and she was liberally coated with blood. She sighed, before remembering the lake that lay nearby. Well, it’s a hot day, I could do with a bath.
                The cold water shocked her as she dove in, the icy water hardening her nipples into tiny pebbles. She swam to the bottom of the pond, taking a quick glance to see if any of the frequent travelers in the area had lost anything. Never could tell if a mage might have lost a wand, or similar. She broke the surface with a gasp, fresh air flooding into her lungs, beginning to swim back to her gear before being brought up short. Nosing around her gear, Synfodel saw another nightsaber, larger than her previous conquests. From the way it was sniffing at her tunic, it had been attracted by the scent of the blood of the previous cats she had killed and skinned. Despite her nudity, Synfodel drew her dagger and rushed the beast, unwilling to abandon her gear, especially the bow. That thing was expensive! The dagger sank into the beast’s flank, drawing a roar of pain that shook the elf from the sheer volume, before slashing again and…the dagger cracked. Looking in shock at the dagger that had betrayed her, Synfodel was unable to dodge as the nightsaber’s paw slammed into her face, knocking her down. She quickly tried to get up, but another massive paw strike knocked her sideways, barely able to make it up to her knees. Oh gods, I’m going to die here,
                Still reeling from the powerful blows of the elder nightsaber, Synfodel remembered a bit of magic she had heard about, but lacked the strength to call on herself, a charm of Taming that could, hopefully, prevent her from ending up a pile of bones at the bottom of the pool. Reaching beyond the skill she has, Synfodel tried to work the magic, feeling a beginning draw as the magic flowed out of her, into the Nightsaber that had, until then, looked as if it were simply going to smash her head in with one massive paw. It was a struggle to maintain the power, as she hadn’t been trained in it, an enchantment that would bind the beast to her side.
                The nightsaber stopped growling, started pacing around Synfodel, who was desperate to enact the charm before it decided to finish her. She gasped as she felt the beast’s cold nose press into her, his great strength pushing her forward as he sniffed between her legs. Before she could respond, the magic keeping her off-guard, she found herself trapped between the forelegs of the great cat. Gods, no! Synfodel thought, having grown up working with the nightsabers that were kept by the Night Elves as mounts, knowing what was to happen, but unable to defend herself
                She let out a piercing scream as the cat buried itself in her tight cunt, the penile barbs scraping her, painfully but still almost enough to arouse her. She was no virgin, but he was much bigger than the elves or occasional human she had played around with, easily over a foot long. Tears rolled down her face, over the butterfly markings she had on her face, as the pain warred with the humiliation. She was supposed to be the mistress of the beasts, not their rapedoll. The beast kept using her, driving himself in her over and over again, had she had any air left in her lungs, she would still be screaming from the pain. Her eyes bugged out as the nightsaber buried himself deeper in her than before, hot cum flooding her insides, dripping down her legs. The magic finally took effect, and the bond was made.
                Eyes empty, glazed over from her ordeal, Synfodel knew her knew place. She knew that she was beaten, that she was too weak. She slowly got to her hands and knees, turning around to crawl towards where the nightsaber had gone to lay. He let out a low growl, as close to a contented purr as a behemoth like he could produce, as Synfodel lowered her head to his cock, gently taking it into her mouth, cleaning her master of her juices. She could never have tamed a monster like him. She was the one who was to be tamed, a pet whore for her new Master.
Synfodel, huntress lately of Darnassus, leapt across the grassy hills near the elven capital, searching for her prey. A young Night Elf, lightly muscled from her travels and adventures, her smirk bespoke a certain arrogance, born of sure knowledge that her skills were more than a match for the pathetic animals populating the area. There she is, a larger than average nightsaber was prowling around the base of the hill, getting ready to pounce on a deer that had inadvertently wandered into its path. Sorry, girl, not today, She loosed an arrow, striking the ‘saber in the leg, causing it to whirl and rush at her. A steady stream of arrows kept flowing, piercing its chest, striking its head but glancing off the thick skull. It was too close now, time for some knife work. With a shriek of primal rage, Synfodel leapt towards the beast, ripping her dagger free from the sheathe. A few quick strikes later, the nightsaber let out a piteous whine, its legs buckling underneath it, as it expired. Synfodel panted lightly, moderately winded from the battle, a few gashes from the nightsaber’s claws bleeding. She bandaged her wound, thankful for the rudimentary training she had received, before kneeling down beside the corpse, taking out another, smaller knife. With a flick, she set to work skinning the cat, hoping the battle hadn’t ruined the cat’s hide, wanting to get some leather out of her hunt. Her work done, Synfodel looked down at herself in dismay, this last hunt and the few before it had been messy affairs, and she was liberally coated with blood. She sighed, before remembering the lake that lay nearby. Well, it’s a hot day, I could do with a bath.
                The cold water shocked her as she dove in, the icy water hardening her nipples into tiny pebbles. She swam to the bottom of the pond, taking a quick glance to see if any of the frequent travelers in the area had lost anything. Never could tell if a mage might have lost a wand, or similar. She broke the surface with a gasp, fresh air flooding into her lungs, beginning to swim back to her gear before being brought up short. Nosing around her gear, Synfodel saw another nightsaber, larger than her previous conquests. From the way it was sniffing at her tunic, it had been attracted by the scent of the blood of the previous cats she had killed and skinned. Despite her nudity, Synfodel drew her dagger and rushed the beast, unwilling to abandon her gear, especially the bow. That thing was expensive! The dagger sank into the beast’s flank, drawing a roar of pain that shook the elf from the sheer volume, before slashing again and…the dagger cracked. Looking in shock at the dagger that had betrayed her, Synfodel was unable to dodge as the nightsaber’s paw slammed into her face, knocking her down. She quickly tried to get up, but another massive paw strike knocked her sideways, barely able to make it up to her knees. Oh gods, I’m going to die here,
                Still reeling from the powerful blows of the elder nightsaber, Synfodel remembered a bit of magic she had heard about, but lacked the strength to call on herself, a charm of Taming that could, hopefully, prevent her from ending up a pile of bones at the bottom of the pool. Reaching beyond the skill she has, Synfodel tried to work the magic, feeling a beginning draw as the magic flowed out of her, into the Nightsaber that had, until then, looked as if it were simply going to smash her head in with one massive paw. It was a struggle to maintain the power, as she hadn’t been trained in it, an enchantment that would bind the beast to her side.
                The nightsaber stopped growling, started pacing around Synfodel, who was desperate to enact the charm before it decided to finish her. She gasped as she felt the beast’s cold nose press into her, his great strength pushing her forward as he sniffed between her legs. Before she could respond, the magic keeping her off-guard, she found herself trapped between the forelegs of the great cat. Gods, no! Synfodel thought, having grown up working with the nightsabers that were kept by the Night Elves as mounts, knowing what was to happen, but unable to defend herself
                She let out a piercing scream as the cat buried itself in her tight cunt, the penile barbs scraping her, painfully but still almost enough to arouse her. She was no virgin, but he was much bigger than the elves or occasional human she had played around with, easily over a foot long. Tears rolled down her face, over the butterfly markings she had on her face, as the pain warred with the humiliation. She was supposed to be the mistress of the beasts, not their rapedoll. The beast kept using her, driving himself in her over and over again, had she had any air left in her lungs, she would still be screaming from the pain. Her eyes bugged out as the nightsaber buried himself deeper in her than before, hot cum flooding her insides, dripping down her legs. The magic finally took effect, and the bond was made.
                Eyes empty, glazed over from her ordeal, Synfodel knew her knew place. She knew that she was beaten, that she was too weak. She slowly got to her hands and knees, turning around to crawl towards where the nightsaber had gone to lay. He let out a low growl, as close to a contented purr as a behemoth like he could produce, as Synfodel lowered her head to his cock, gently taking it into her mouth, cleaning her master of her juices. She could never have tamed a monster like him. She was the one who was to be tamed, a pet whore for her new Master.
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