The Princess and the Blade

[Emora Deen]

Laurius frowned. He pointed over his shoulder with the dagger. "The princess. The one who made you whole. I can have her put you back in this if you like," he said, glancing at Tenara's feet half-hanging off the bed. Then, he turned and looked at Artisuren leaning back. His whole body seemed taunt, but it suddenly dawned on him that the being thought he meant to call this female he was bound to.

"No, I can't call that one," he said, appraising the being. His gaze locked briefly at the uncomfortable strain around his trousers, and Laurius remembered pinning him to the ground and feeling it wedged between them. His cheeks burned, and he swallowed. "That looks uncomfortable," he said, tapping the laces on Artisuren's trousers. He drew feather-light line around the contours of the bulge, over the leather trousers.

[Soran Nightblade]

Artisuren's breath shuddered. It was a relief that she couldn't be summoned here. Kisva was notoriously territorial of her harem. Once she cast them out, she would sooner see her Ivis killed than left alive to potentially add to one of her rivals' power. He'd seen her have men hunted down for leaving her estate, never mind going rogue for days.

The sensation of something tracing between his legs tore him from his thoughts. "What the hell are you doing?" he shouted. A flush was running up his neck, heating his ears and cheeks. He went to lash out, but Laurius's command to be still continued to course through his bones. He stared at the man's very male hand tracing his very male reaction. "W-what?" he tried again, with less confidence this time.

[Emora Deen]

Laurius grinned at the being's adorable confusion. "Make yourself comfortable, Artisuren." Again, he said the name like a caress, and the words were laced with heavily implied meaning. Laurius understood commands, but he wondered if simple words could carry complex, unspoken ones too.

[Soran Nightblade]

The being winced. His body responded undeniably to the way Laurius spoke the command, even pronounced his name. What did he want? For him to be comfortable? Did he mean...

"Comfortable? Every bone in my body hurts, you fucking asshole," he rumbled, but his fingers went to his belt, working himself free. It wasn't enough. He pulled his shirt free and then loosened his fly, spreading the fabric wide so what stood between his legs could lay heavy on his bare stomach. "This isn't because of you," he snarled.

[Emora Deen]

"No," he admitted with a smile. "It's likely not entirely my fault..." Then, he sighed, and tilted his head, admiring Artisuren the way some people admire paintings. "You are an absolute work of art. I almost feel bad for cramming you inside this dagger." Laurius stood and walked a circle around the phage. "Your body hurts because of the... rut? The withdraw? You are without a woman to tame you." Laurius stood before Artisuren. "Don't move. Don't grab me. Look me in the eyes." He pinched the being's chin with his fingers and forced his face up to look at him. He was tall. Even kneeling, he was tall. He didn't have to go far. "I will tame you. I am your master. Do you understand?"

[Soran Nightblade]

Artisuren yielded to the pressure on his chin and stared up at the man in shock. He ought to be in crippling agony, his sanity bludgeoned by the loss of his Yurivis's favor. Instead, every command this man gave was like a soothing hand gliding over his throbbing body. This man was his master? "I... don't understand," he huffed. His breath was growing frantic. "It's not possible. An Ivis cannot be-" He cut off as he breathed his own saliva down the wrong pipe and choked. Damn it, he was drooling.

[Emora Deen]

"Not your world. Not your rules," Laurius said, not knowing what, exactly, and Ivis was. He would ask the Princess about that. He would ask her a lot of things, he thought. Again, he glanced back to the bedroom, and after a moment's hesitation, he went to the bathroom door and closed it, turning the lock. It clicked into place.

"I am your master," he said to Artisuren, sauntering back to him. An agonizing amount of silence played out between them as Laurius looked Artisuren over and finally said. "Touch yourself. Relieve some of that... pressure."

[Soran Nightblade]

The being cast Laurius a look that was meant to be angry, but came out hungry instead. His hand floated to his groin as if drawn by a magnet, and wrapped slowly around his substantial erection. He stared into Laurius's eyes as his grip slid slowly upward, rolling his palm over the skin at the top before gliding back down. As he did, there was no question that looking at Laurius was intensifying the sensation. "Shit," he huffed in protest as the nerves coiled tight in his belly. "Damn it!"

[Emora Deen]

Laurius grinned at the phage's reaction. "That's it. Good boy," he said, reaching out and taking hold of the being's horn. He forced Artisuren's head back, tight against his shoulders as Laurius loomed over him. "Keep going. When you're near the edge, stop. Then, get on your hands and knees. Bow for me."

[Soran Nightblade]

"Agh!" he cried out at the grip on his horns. Electricity kissed through his body at the helplessness of this position and the magnitude of his "master's" command.

"Asshole," he moaned, clenching his eyes. His own hand suddenly felt too rough, too much stimulation for him to bear. He arched his back and leaned heavily on his free hand, stroking himself with laboured breaths. It was disturbing how rapidly the pressure built inside of him. "Now, now! If you expect me to bow, let go," he gasped.

[Emora Deen]

Laurius smiled and released Artisuren so he could double over into a bow. He admired the clean line of the man’s back as he reached to his trousers and belt with one hand. The metal clanged as he pulled the clasp and fussed with the buttons and trappings until he could reach in and free himself to the warm Hajaran air. He stroked along his length a second, shivering at the sensation. He had played the dominate on more than one occasion, but something felt unique about this situation. Before it had been pretend but he was truly the master of this creature.

But it seemed, for all of Artisuren’s protesting and cursing, he thrived on the commands spilling from Laurius’s lips. There was pleasure in his voice, his face, the way he touched himself. It wasn’t restrained. Unwanted. There was relief and bliss in his undoing. He craved to be bent to another’s will, and Laurius was happy to oblige.

He knelt behind Artisuren. Holding the dagger and curling his thumbs in the beings leather trousers. He pulled them down to his knees as best he could, or at least far enough that he could gain access to the man.

“I’m guessing you’ve never been with a male?” His fingers danced along Artisuren’s backside. “I will give you the choice on how this goes, Artisuren. I am not a monster. Do you want me to prepare you? Or would you rather I have you as you are? Answer.”

[Soran Nightblade]

Artisuren's brain couldn't wrap around what the man was asking, or what he was doing with his hands. This man acted like he wanted to be his Yurivis, but that was impossible. "You've lost your mind. Why would I be with a male in the first place? How would I even enter you?"

[Emora Deen]

Laurius grinned, smoothing his palm up Artisturen’s back. He then took his hand and spit into it, smoothing the wetness over himself. “Oh, you won’t be entering me,” he said as he bent his hips forward so that the head of him pressed against Artisuren. “I will be entering you. Don’t move. Let me demonstrate.” He bit his bottom lip and pressed into the being, feeling the resistance only a moment before he slipped in just a hair. Laurius hung his head back and nudged a little further, groaning. “See? Impossibility made possible.”

[Soran Nightblade]

Artisuren's body clenched tight against the sudden pressure. No. It wasn't possible. He planned to enter there? The pain was dizzying, but he couldn't seem to make his body move to escape. The Ivis reached back with a shaking hand and grabbed Laurius's wrist. "Like hell that's 'possible'! Stop!" he nearly screamed.

[Emora Deen]

Laurius did. He withdrew, hesitating. While he was morally gray in the best of terms, and the lines were fuzzy here in this realm of subjugation, he understood which ones not to cross. Stop meant stop.

“Easy,” he said, “It’s alright. Take a breath.” He slowly wrenched his wrist from the being’s grip. He smoothed his hand soothingly down Artisuren’s back. “It feels better, blissful, even. Just not at first. Let me show you…” That sounded like a command and Laurius was uncertain this was the place to give them. “If you want.”