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Shattered	By : Koori Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 8001 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Four – Deathspeaker Vance Dixon
Laying his choice across the chair, Vance turned to face the stricken elf; he was reaching the threshold of the slut’s endurance.   There was so much more he wanted to do, but this required a delicate hand. He didn’t want Nathaniel to shatter … not yet at least. Nonetheless, this was one aspect of his pet’s new life that needed introduced immediately, perhaps it would make his own thoughts a little less immoral. He moved in front of the elf and knelt, it put him inches away from the miniature manhood. It was bare, not even wisps of hair showed. The sacks were small and tucked back. It was the perfect size for the petite pair of lacy underwear he slipped over the elf’s feet and slowly pulled up. The small triangle in front completely covered Nathaniel’s genitals. Reaching behind, he tugged on the back until the cloth slid in-between his sweet little cheeks leaving the ass all but bare.
“I will dress you every morning,” Vance said as he stepped back and admired how the underclothing set low on the hips.
“Yes, Master,” Nathaniel said in his muted voice. The elf had dark circles under his sapphire eyes, marring the porcelain doll face.   Vance made a mental note to add a sleeping agent to the nightcap he gave Nathaniel to help him slumber. Taking the blue dress he had chosen he walked over to the shivering elf. “Raise your arms,” he ordered, and then smiling as the hands instantly lifted. “Good, my pet,” he said, rewarding the quick action with a kindly word.
The dress slid on easily, it was long sleeve with lace cuffs at the end. The corpse Vance had taken it from had been a lean woman, and as he had hoped it fit the elf well.   Moving behind Nathaniel he quickly buttoned up the back. Then taking the cool hand of the silent elf he walked over to a full-size mirror. “Look at you, my pet,” he said smoothly. The cobalt eyes glanced up for a second and look of disgust crossed them before he glanced back down. His worried fingers worked the dresses fabric as he kept his hands at his side. Vance smiled as he brushed back Nathaniel’s hair, the elf in the mirror was beautiful there was just one last touch. Picking up the final article he fastened a lace velvet choker around Nathaniel’s neck, hiding the small nervous lump on his throat.
The elf quietly studied himself him the mirror and Vance waited, counting slowly to twenty, when he realized no gratitude was forth coming he scowled and the reflection startled. “Master …”
“Be silent!” he shouted grabbing the wrist of the other and dragging him over to a nearby chair. Sitting he jerked Nathaniel over his lap, the dress was very simple there was no petticoat so the ass was easy to find and that was what he hit hard with his hand. It left a nice rosy print on the left cheek and he gave the right one the same treatment. He continued the spanking. “You ungrateful little slut, I bathed you, I dressed you, and do I even get a thank you? No! I get a fucking look of disgust. You want to see revulsion wait until I send you down to the Death Knight hall with nothing but your panties on!”
“Sorry, Master, thank you for the clothes,” Nathaniel cried.
“I said be quiet!” Vance snapped.
His hand ached by the time he stopped and he noticed the fair skin had gotten a purple tint to it. That was going to hurt to sit on for a few days, a lesson not soon forgot.    Pulling the dress down he stood Nathaniel back up, he stumbled but didn’t fall. The elf’s cheeks were wet with tears as his hands once again returned to the cloth of the dress, working the material between his fingers.   Nathaniel rocked back and forth, whispering in a language Vance couldn’t understand. The necromancer frowned, he had pushed too hard.
“Come,” he ordered and walked over to the sitting area in front of the fire. Taking a seat in a plush arm chair he gestured to the pillow on the floor between it and the fireplace. “Sit,” he ordered. Nathaniel went to sit on the couch across from him. “No!” he commanded and alarmed eyes found his. He motioned to the pillow again and the elf shuffled over and knelt on the cushion. Taking up a nearby tray of sweet rolls Vance broke a piece off and popped it in his mouth, the cinnamon and sugar tasted delicious. Nathaniel watched him silently but wore his hunger.   After finishing one roll he took a drink of the sweet nectar that had been poured earlier. Content, he looked down at the elf watching him. “What did I promise you, my pet?”
“To protect me,” the genuflecting man whispered.
“And?” Vance pressed.
“To wash me, dr..ess me,” Nathaniel stuttered over the word, “keep me warm … thank you for letting me sit by the fire, Master.”
“And feed you,” Vance concluded, “Are you hungry?”
“Starving,” Nathaniel said softly, “Master.”
Vance smiled and broke of a piece of roll. “Open your mouth, my pet, but to not close it until I say too.” Those lush lips parted and Vance set the bite of bread on the elf’s tongue. Then while watching to make sure his command was followed he finished off the roll while the other waited. Only after he finished did he put a finger against Nathaniel’s open lips. “You may swallow.” The mouth closed.
“Thank you, Master,” Nathaniel softly said.
Taking a third roll he tore a piece off and brushed a finger against Nathaniel’s cheek. “Open,” the lips parted and he placed the morsel inside. The mouth remained open and he smiled. Placing his finger over the lips he said, “swallow.” He fed the entire roll to the man one bite at time. After each morsel the kneeling elf would thank him. “You are a smart pet,” Vance said as he put the final bite into the tempting mouth. Brushing his thumb across the trembling lips he said huskily, “swallow.” After the order had been followed, Vance looked down at his sugar coated fingers. “Open,” he said with a smirk. The lips parted and he slid his index and middle finger into the mouth. “Suck them clean, slut.” He knew it had been a mistake to command such a thing at the first suckle.   The touch was unbelievable sensual. After only a moment he pulled his fingers away. Tonight’s fun was going to have to come to an end before he spoiled himself on the first day. “All right my pet, I know you’re still hungry but any more food tonight will just make you ill.”
He stood and walked over to where his evening tea waited for him, brought in earlier by a servant. Pouring himself and Nathaniel a cup he blocked the view of the other as he added the sleeping drug that would knock the elf out quickly. Bringing the cups back to the fire he set drugged one down as he sipped his own tea. Nathaniel sat quiet beside him. As he drank he ran his free hand through the silky hair of the elf, it felt just like he thought it would. The lavender aroma was a pleasant one. After he drained his cup he picked up Nathaniel’s. “Open,” he commanded and the lips parted. As he went to pour the now cool liquid, the elf’s nose wrinkled and he pulled back slightly closing his mouth with an alarmed look. So the slut knew his herbs. Vance started to silently count to twenty on three the lips opened once more and he poured a tablespoon of the tea within. The mouth remained opened and a dribble of tea escaped down his chin. “Swallow,” Vance commanded and the lips closed, he saw the subtle movement on the neck to confirm the tea had been drunk.
“Thank you, Master,” Nathaniel whispered.
“For liquids you do not have to wait for the swallow command,” Vance said, “otherwise you’ll just make a mess out of your dress … open.”
“Yes, Master,” Nathaniel replied as his lips parted again. Soon the cup was empty and Vance set it down next to his.
“Stand and turn away from me,” Vance commanded. The elf seemed to struggle to stand, stumbling a little and catching himself on the arm of the chair he had been kneeling next to. He turned around and Vance undid the buttons down the back of the dress. “Arms up,” he ordered and smiled as they were lifted. He slid the dress up and over the elf’s head. Leaving Nathaniel there in his lacy underclothing Vance walked over to the wardrobe and hung the dress up. He took out a small wool blanket from the bottom of the dresser and brought it back over to the fire. “You may sleep here in front of the flames,” he said. “The carpet is lush enough and here is blanket you may use if you desire.”
“Thank you, Master,” Nathaniel said taking the offered blanket. “Am I to rest now?”
“Yes,” Vance said as the elf started to kneel down. “However, first you must kiss me good night.”
Nathaniel froze mid-genuflect and then slowly stood back up and turned to face Vance. “I’m not allowed to touch you, Master,” he said.
“I just gave you permission to,” Vance replied. “Kiss me good night, slut.”
Nathaniel nervously licked his lips and then quickly leaned forward and placed a quick peck on Vance’s cheek before pulling back. “Good night, Master,” he said softly, hope easily read on his face that he had done enough.
“On the lips,” Vance growled and enjoyed the stricken look of the other at the command.
With a sigh Nathaniel leaned forward again and pressed his lips against Vance’s, they were as soft and lush as he’d dreamt. He wrapped his hand in the corn silk hair and held the elf there. To his credit Nathaniel did not try to pull away at least not until Vance licked the tense lips. “Open,” he murmured.
Nathaniel then tried to pull away and his grip tightened. “Testing me again, slut?” Vance warned. There was a sob and Nathaniel’s lips parted allowing him access to the warmth inside. He broke the kiss then without going any further. “Sleep,” he instructed gesturing to the floor. “We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow.”
Nathaniel’s hand moved to his lips as he stood there for a long moment. Vance reached for the crop resting on the bed and the elf’s eyes got large as he fell to the ground, cowering. “Thank you, Master,” he cried, “good night.”   Leaving him like that Vance walked over to the dresser and laid the crop down. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Nathaniel lay down, the blanket he had given him was too short to cover his entire body. Eventually the elf settled on keeping his shoulders covered as he curled up in a ball facing the fire.
Vance collected the dishes from the meal he had shared with his new toy, eventually it would be the elf’s job to do so but it could wait for now.    He walked back over to the fire and picked up the book he had been reading and settled into the chair. After struggling to make it through a chapter he set it down on the end table and studied the sleeping elf on the floor. The drugs he had given him worked quickly he didn’t have to worry about being seen as he slipped out of his robe. His manhood hard and throbbing, the earlier release while watching Nathaniel fuck himself already forgotten. Sitting back down on the chair he slowly stroked himself, his eyes on the luscious ass of the tempting elf. The fair skin had indeed turned a light purple from the harsh spanking earlier, it would most likely be darker by tomorrow. Vance smirked and increased his strokes. In his sleep Nathaniel turned toward him, his face peaceful and lips parted.   A whispered command would have those delightful lips part and he could … with a moan he released his passion. The warmth spattered his leg. For a long moment he sat where he was, letting his heartbeat return to normal. Then he stood to find a cloth to clean up with. First though he used his finger to capture some of his seed and wiped it on Nathaniel’s lips and cheeks. Let the hunter wake to that scent, he thought with a grin. Afterwards he cleaned up, and staying naked, slipped into his own bed.   He fell asleep dreaming of the days to come and the training that awaited the imp that had haunted him for all these years.   Yes, the slut was going to pay for making him like this.
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