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Astarion attempted to peel himself from the cuddly drow's clutches, sliding the other man off of him as he angled his own legs away. Only to find that there was another drow tucked into his side. This one had a striking curtain of white hair that tickled the exposed skin of Astarions neck. Its complexion was darker t... |
Astarion began to fear he'd been snatched up by some freak with a fetish for white haired elves. |
Because of his squirming, the other elves in the bed with him began to stir. Three pairs of piercing red eyes fluttered open and looked at him. Astarion was just about ready to scream in horror. He'd been drugged by a drow and likely kidnapped? And now he was trapped in a bedroom with three more of the fuckers. |
" Faerie , abban ," one of them whispered. It was the drow still half covering Astarion's body with his own. He reached out a hand to caress the side of Astarion's face while the vampire struggled to maintain the illusion of calm. |
"What in the hells is going on ?" Astarion hissed. |
The long haired one brought himself up to his hands and knees, and crawled closer to Astarion. "Hush, do not worry, faerie . You are safe." |
"Safe," agreed the third. "Master Sszvyr has brought you home." |
Sszvyr? Was that the name of the one that had drugged him? Astarion tried to shy away from the attention of the three drow, but they were quite persistent. |
"This is certainly not my home," Astarion argued. "The decor would be far more ghastly, if it were." |
"Relax, surface-one." |
The pale drow with the short, choppy hair was properly straddling him now. Astarion could better appreciate the soft details of the man's face. He was quite beautiful, in the way that predators and devils were. His eyes were darkened with smeared kohl and his lips were fat and swollen from use. |
"My name is Ime," he greeted with a smooth voice. |
"Hm, I would say we're far past the stage of sharing titles. I'm Astarion, though I can't say I'm pleased to meet you." |
The trio of drow giggled at his words. Ime rolled his hips, and Astarion realized in that moment that he was as naked as the others. He bit back a moan as the drow atop him teased his flaccid cock with the weight of his ass. Had he been raped while he was knocked out? He did not feel any soreness in his limbs or backsi... |
"Master Sszvyr wished for us to welcome you," informed the long haired one. "Rhyltel is what he calls me." |
"And I am Krengos," the third said. |
"Your "Master" has made a terrible mi- aahh," Astarion tried to protest but Ime's gyrating made him cry out with a whorish moan. His skin felt so terribly sensitive, just a brush against his cock made his toes curl. |
Krengos was different from the other two. Astarion had not noticed at first, as the drow had been shielded half from view by Rhyltel's body. Krengos" abdomen has more of an hourglass shape than the other two, distinctly slender, even for an elf. Their hips were wide like a woman's but a cock still hung between their th... |
Rhyltel noticed where Astarion's gaze was cast, and smiled coyly. He pressed himself against Krengos" body, taking a supple breast in hand and teasing the thing. "My brother's body is a sight to behold, isn't it? All of our Master's guests are so often entranced by him." |
"Brother?!" Astarion sputtered. "Please tell me this is some metaphor." |
The two laughed and said nothing to placate his fears. Astarion shivered at the implication. He could not admit how it made his cock stir. He often referred to Cazador's other spawn as if they were proper siblings, even during sexual encounters with them. Surely, this was of a similar nature? |
Oh, but he hoped it wasn't. |
Astarion watched hungrily as Krengos arched into his brother's touch. Rhyltel leaned his head in to lick along the point of Krengos" throat where his pulse drummed the loudest. Astarion would kill them all if he could, not of any offense on their part, but just for a mere taste of the blood that sang so sweetly within ... |
"You've stolen his attention from me, iblith!" Ime whined. He brought his face so close to Astarion's that their noses could nearly touch. Ime's svelte arms framed his head, brushing against his pointy ears. "Usstan xund z'har pholar dos. I seek to ride upon you, Astarion." |
Astarion took in a deep, performative breath. He couldn't deny that the drow was attractive, but he didn't particularly fancy having a tumble with what he assumed was the pleasure slave of the person who kidnapped him. Though, it wasn't as if he had much choice in the matter. Even if he fled this building, whatever it ... |
"Who would I be, to deny such a pretty request? But is this really the time-" |
Ime slid himself back against Astarion's body, his ass grazing against his hardening cock so tantalizingly light. He fell, until he was half lying on his back, and spread his legs wide for Astarion's eyes to feast upon. The lean muscle of his pale gray thighs gave way to the thick swell of his ass. His cock was standin... |
The feeling of a living thing's hot and throbbing cock against his own lifeless one made him shudder and groan. |
Then the door opened with a loud click, and Astarion locked eyes with the drow from the brothel. Sszvyr . |
Upon his arrival came three gleeful cheers of " jabbuk! " in unison. Krengos and Rhyltel separated from each other and eagerly leapt to cling to their Master's arms. Ime gave a sigh of disappointment at the loss of contact, and crawled over to curl against Astarion's side. He pressed tightly against Astarion's cool ski... |
Three more male drow filtered in through the door, all dressed in leather bondage with thick collars upon their throats. This Sszvyr had a proper gods damned harem. |
"Good morning, my vampling. I hope you've slept well?" Sszvyr grinned as he ran his fingers through Rhyltel's pin-straight tresses. The little slave nuzzled into the touch like some pampered feline. |
"Well, I suppose the drug you slipped me made it easy to forget whether it was a decent sleep or not," Astarion snarled. "Is this the sort of hospitality you usually afford your guests?" |
"Hah, no. I usually kill them," Sszvyr laughed, and so did his gaggle of slaves. "But you? To me, you would serve me better as you are. You're already dead, after all." |
Astarion opened his mouth to make some defense for himself, or scream in protest. But when he tried to speak, not a single word spilled out. Sszvyr moved his hands in some esoteric motion, and a flash of necrotic green alighted the room in a sharp blast. Astarion jolted up and out of the bed, then his legs fell out ben... |
"W-what?!" Astarion howled in fear. "You?! D-doing... to me?" Every word he managed to spit out was a war for control over his own tongue. |
"Silly little faerie ," one of the slaves giggled. |
"It would bring me more pleasure if you obeyed me of your own accord," Sszvyr purred. He bowed, cupping Astarion's cheek with a warm hand. "Your Master has been so terribly cruel to you, little star." |
Astarion let out an animalistic growl, baring his fully unsheathed fangs as he wrenched control of his own body back. He was going to fucking kill this bastard, he was going to bite and tear- |
"Be good, Astarion," Ime brushed against his side. |
"Don't be scared, the Master is so kind to us," another voice chimed in. |
Sszvyr spread his arms wide like a preacher giving a sermon. His slaves flocked to his sides with excited coos and hums. They pressed themselves against him, rubbing their naked and half clothed bodies into his ornate robes. "Among my kin, a disobedient male is swiftly discarded. The ilharressen do not care to savor t... |
"They're still slaves. I'm still a slave, whether I enjoy my Master's touch or not," Astarion said. |
Sszvyr stalked closer to him, like a predator. His robes trailed behind him on the wooden floor as he walked. He reached out to touch Astarion's back. Astarion flinched, biting down into his bottom lip to avoid whimpering. His fangs brought forth a gush of crimson drip , drip, dripping down his pale chin and splatteri... |
"I will return you to Master Szarr, but not until you have satisfied me. Please, lie down." |
Astarion did as he was told, albeit begrudgingly. How did this gods damned bastard know who his Master was? He tangeled himself among the silk sheets and gave Sszvyr his best bedroom eyes. The drow smiled, pleased with his obedience, and joined him. The sound of the mattress bowing beneath his weight was painfully fami... |
Astarion was beginning to feel claustrophobic. |
"One day of ssinssrigg , lust, and you will go back to your prison you call a life," Sszvyr said coyly. "Now, I will allow you to sample the best fruits Menzoberranzan has to offer." |
As he spoke, Sszvyr began to remove himself from the fastenings of his robes. Beneath the ornately embroidered exterior shell was a prim looking blouse and a pair of tight breeches. Astarion supposed, if he was going to be experiencing this whether he liked it or not, he might as well try to enjoy it. He watched the ha... |
When Sszvyr removed his pants, Astarion had to keep himself from staring. Of course, his cock was huge. Just his luck. With the drow fully undressed, his slaves took it as the signal to join them. The ones that had entered clad in leather stripped themselves as Ime, Krengos, and Rhyltel all crawled on top of Astarion. ... |
Ime seemed to be intent on fulfilling his earlier promise. Once again, his lithe thighs straddled Astarion's hips as he teased his ass against his groin. Apparently, he didn't care to waste any more time, because Ime was already wrapping his fingers around Astarion's leaking length and guiding it towards his entrance. ... |
"Very good, Astarion," Szzvyr praised him. He could no longer see the slaver, with a face full of cock and breasts in the way. "Claim him. Take your pleasure." |
He practically sobbed in ecstasy as he sheathed his cock inside Ime's tight ass. The drow slave made the sweetest sound as he began to move, lifting himself up by the strength of his thighs before sliding back down. Astarion curled up to meet him, sinking into his slick heat. Rhyltel had gotten bored of the lack of att... |
The mattress dipped lower yet once more, as the three other drow finally relieved themselves of their clothing. One of them slotted himself between Astarion's slightly bent knees, forcing Ime to change his angle and practically shove his face into Rhyltel's back. Whoever was between his legs was running their fingers a... |
Something cool and wet was smeared around Astarion's hole. He instinctively fought against the sensation, muscles clenching down to keep the teasing digits away. He forced himself to relax and allow the finger to slip past his rim without any resistance. He knew that fighting it only made it worse, only made it sting a... |
"Be careful not to overwhelm him, now, we don't want to send the faerie back to his owner broken, now do we?" Sszvyr said. |
In some distant piece of his mind Astarion wondered how Cazador would react upon his return. Surely he had noticed his absence by now and was fuming with rage. Oh yes, it would set his plans for the day all out of sync, effectively ruining them. Astarion had only been late returning to his Master a handful of times, an... |
Rhyltel's thrusts were growing uncoordinated, his cock throbbed against Astarion's tongue with a growing tension. He could taste the blood pulled taut beneath the skin, overflowing in his arousal. It was so close, he could cry. All he needed to do was bite down, and it would flood his mouth with crimson. But the Master... |
When he was done, he slipped himself out and allowed another slave to take his place. It was Krengos, already throbbing with need from the taste of his brother's lips and rutting against Astarion's scalp. He slid his cock in with one deft motion. His beautifully androgynous body arched like a bowstring pulled tight, hi... |
Ime released a loud cry as he came, his seed splattering against Astarion's lower abdomen so hot against his undead skin it felt as if it was burning. The drow slumped forward, boneless against Krengos. Ime wrapped his arms around his fellow slave and began to press sloppy kisses against the back of his neck. This was ... |
Ime found the strength to lift himself off of Astarion's cock. He clumsily flopped to the side, curling around Rhyltel. They lazily touched each other as they watched Astarion being used. Rhyltel's long hair was a tangled mess now from his brother's wandering hand. It was a pretty sight, especially with his cheeks and ... |
A second nameless drow replaced Ime upon Astarion's cock. He was desperate now, seeking out his own release like a starving man. He thrust into the drow on his cock mercilessly. The poor thing had to cling to Krengos" to keep himself steady. When Krengos finished in Astarion's mouth, the drow riding him braced himself ... |
"Yes, yes, Astarion ," the drow purred. |
"Let go," Sszvyr whispered. "Fill him. Give him everything." |
Astarion collapsed with a satisfied moan, utterly spent. The drow on top of him picked himself off and joined the other three to the side to seek his own fulfillment. Astarion weakly tried to thrust back against the man taking his ass, oversensitive and shivering but still intent on satisfying everyone else as he would... |
His eyes were heavy with exhaustion. He tried to watch as the drow pulled out with a wet pop, and another took his place. The so-similar shock of white hair allowed him no conclusions on who this dark elf was. He was too fucked out to pay any mind to who was who anymore, spare the slave master leading them. Rather than... |
Then the drow dipped even further down, he swirled his tongue along the rim of Astarion's seed-filled hole. He whined as his abused flesh was teased and stretched again. The drow flicked his tongue past the tight ring, and swallowed the seed of his fellow slave with an audible gulp. Astarion looked down at the man in s... |
When the drow was done, he was replaced by Sszvyr himself. The slaver situated himself between Astarion's legs as if he was meant to be there. |
"You are a feast for the eyes, vampling," Sszvyr cooed. He placed a hand upon Astarion's cheek, affectionately brushing his unruly curls from his face. "How I will miss you when I return you home. Perhaps I will have to pay your Master a visit, sometime." |
"Hnnn, he's... awfully territorial," Astarion murmured. "I fear he will kill you if you grace him with your presence." |
"Hm," Szzvyr smiled coyly. "I'm sure he will be willing to come to an arrangement. He's been trying to get me to come to his parties for decades." |
The drow licked a long stripe along Astarion's neck. Right over the scar of Cazador's bite mark. Sszvyr's spider silk waves tickled his jaw and shoulders. Astarion threw his head back into the pillows to allow the man better access to his neck. The irony was not lost on him, when the drow ran his teeth along where his ... |
While Sszvyr teased his throat, he lifted Astarion's hips to align them with his own. He threw the vampire's legs over his shoulders as he slid his cock into his overstimulated hole. Astarion's whole body quivered as he was once more filled. Sszvyr's cock stretched him even wider than the other man, his girth almost pa... |
The pleasure slaves crawled over to lavish him with kisses and soothing touches. They whispered things in their foreign tongue as they ran their hands along his cold undead skin. Astarion felt like an offering at the shrine of some terrible god, and Sszvyr was their bishop. He supposed it was half true. He would be the... |
Sszvyr finished with a low growl, his slaves making delighted sounds as their Master spilled his seed into Astarion's hole. He was too fucked out to bother doing anything but let his weak sounds fall from his mouth. Sszvyr pulled out, and allowed his pets to feast upon Astarion's cum filled ass as they had before. They... |
Darkness threatened to devour him entirely, the orgy had exhausted him so entirely, but he was unable to sleep without his grave soil. He made more pitiful sounds as the slaves ran warm rags along his flesh, cleaning him of the sin he had been subjected to. They kissed his white curls and flushed cheeks as they tended ... |
When Astarion awoke again, he was in a far more familiar room, his Master's bedchambers. A clawed hand was carding through his tangled hair. He stretched his aching limbs, taking in Cazador's face carved of white marble and ruby gemstones. His Master was eyeing him with a peculiar expression. The air reeked with the sm... |
"You are mine, only, boy. You best not forget that." |
"Y-yes, Master." |
Rin’s childhood house finally feels like home again now that he shares it with Ghost. |
Before, Rin felt like he was haunting his own house. He would look into the living room he hadn’t touched since buying the house, and all he felt was the absence of Maggie like a crippling ache. She was the closest thing to family he’d ever had and he wasn’t able to save her. The dusty sheets over the furniture cast sh... |
Now, after so much time, he can relax in his home. Quiet evenings spent next to Ghost, the only sounds being the slow turning of pages in Ghost’s medical books or the slow scratch of charcoal on paper for a design Rin is working on. Sometimes, Ghost will look up and pose an elaborate question (which Rin will likely onl... |
His front door no longer feels like a portal to a world of judgmental eyes where everyone crosses to the other side of the street and parents turn their children away with whispers of "monster." Days somehow feel brighter, the air lighter, as he spends his time in the forest outside the city carrying Ghost’s oversized... |
Since Ghost marched into his life so suddenly and established himself so completely the loneliness hasn’t felt so consuming. He still feels the sorrow brought by Maggie’s absence often, especially in the way that he wishes he could introduce her and Ghost but it is more bearable. He feels like the two of them share a r... |
Though he enjoys having company for his dinners again after so long, there is one stark difference between his meals then and now. Maggie usually cooked whatever measly ingredients she could scrape together with her few earnings, cheap meats of probably questionable origins, and potatoes and vegetables from her garden.... |
"Oh, shit," Ghost had laughed exuberantly when Rin’s face had turned as red as the sauce he’d just tasted. Ghost rushed to bring over milk which Rin downed desperately, half of it running down the sides of his mouth in his careless urgency. After the overwhelming burn had turned to a dull numbness, Rin was left gaspin... |
After all these moments of peace and getting used to another presence in his home, it is more than alarming to hear Ghost nonchalantly announce, "I’m leaving." Rin panics. |
He draws in a shaky breath and barely keeps the pan in his hand from dropping to the floor. He meets Ghost’s eyes fearfully, "What?" Ghost’s hand is frozen on the handle of the front door, his casual expression transformed instantly into a look of deep concern. |
Rin lets the cookware rest on the counter and takes an imploring step toward Ghost. "Is it–did I do something wrong?" He stammers, words falling out of his mouth in a nearly unintelligible torrent, "I’m sorry about dinner last night, I should have eaten but it was really hot–I’m not used to so much spice but I can get ... |
"Rin, no!" Ghost waves his hand in a sharp sweeping motion, but Rin finds he is still unable to draw in breath even as his deluge of nonsense conciliations is cut off. "No, there’s nothing the matter, at all. Please, calm down. I only meant I’m leaving temporarily. " He steps away from the door and gestures to the lar... |
"Oh," Rin said gormlessly; he felt quite foolish now. |
"I just have to leave to take care of some...business. I just thought I should let you know since I might be gone for a while. I won’t be back for a few days at the least. I didn’t want you to worry." |
"Oh! That’s uh–okay, that’s good." Rin’s lungs finally continue their normal functions and he feels less like his head is about to float up away from his body. He takes in a deep breath, hand rubbing at his chest in a self-soothing motion, "What’s going o– I mean, uh... Is everything alright?" |
Ghost doesn’t say anything for a moment as he walks over to the breakfast Rin had abandoned. "Nothing to worry about, I assure you." He takes a small piece of egg from the pan, eating it with a familiar jocular grin. "I love mushrooms, by the way. How about I take some of this with me for the road?" Rin feels a bit lik... |
With no more elucidation than that, Ghost is gone. |
Rin feels the familiar loneliness creeping back in almost instantly, suffocating him. That dark creature settles down serpentine around his entire body. He quickly finishes cooking his breakfast and starts his journey to his shop in an attempt to let the early morning rush of the Southern Ward drown out the haunting si... |
The feeling does not subside; after a week, Rin misses Ghost fiercely. Longing for a specific person is much harder than simply desiring someone. Rin is no longer accustomed to walking home alone, or at least without knowing that someone is waiting for him at home. If this were a normal day (the type of ordinary day... |
Rin decides to take the long route home the way he used to. This works in his favor for two reasons: he doesn’t have to spend as much time in his empty house and he gets to take part in his pastime of observing the residents of the Ward in their daily business. His usual route takes him by artisans and shopkeepers even... |
Rin turns the corner into the alleyway that will open onto his street. He’s nearly made it to his house (it doesn’t feel right to think of it as home when he knows Ghost isn’t there) when he hears a sound that sticks out from the revelry behind him. Someone is crying; horrible, desperate sobs that sound more like gaspi... |
Rin quickly follows the noise into a different alley concerned someone may be in danger. When he finds the source, he slows his movements and approaches the figure with caution. They are alone so the situation feels less precarious. "Are you alright?" He asks as he comes close enough to see the woman sitting on the gro... |
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