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Archive 20 / axes-and-wands

NSFW | Sexual Content, Violence, Death, Slavery, Fantasy Derogatory Terms

TW: Sexual Content, Violence, Death, Slavery, Fantasy Derogatory Terms @Fiory

The market was a gigantic affair, tents and shops manned by all sorts of species settling next to each other as the owners tried to attract the attention of potential customers. Dwarves stood behind counters that were weighed down with various metal goods. Axes fit to cleave through the strongest of trees, picks designed to never dull and cut through stone effortlessly, and shoes that could be applied to any beast of burden that you might need to take to a farrier. There were also those that had a large fire pit and blacksmithing tools on hand to work on repairs of any arms, armor, or tool that could be brought to them in need of attention. Goblins clambered over their jewel laden booths, sprouting up precious gems from the sand and holding them in front of guests that looked on in wonder. The older ones would lounge on chairs made of stone or stuffed furs before a guest came up with a request. As they were asked for a specific gem or quality, they would haggle their prices before sprouting the required gem from the ground and then charging even more for the convenience of having it fitted in a piece of jewelry. As one moved through the busier stalls of merchants trying to make you buy something, there was a shift in the attitude of the market. It was less about the merchants begging for attention and more about the customers asking and begging for certain merchandise to be available. These stalls were decorated with dark red and purple ribbons that blocked the sun enough to create an alluring atmosphere accompanied with the scent of incense being burned to lower the inhibitions of the guests. A trio of orcs stood at the front of one with a skinnier elven man speaking with the guests. The smell of sex and the sounds of arousal coming from behind the curtain made it clear that there were acts of debauchery occurring behind the scenes even if one did not know what exactly what they were. These stalls of sex and sin were not very common, but they separated the m

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oral sections from the immoral sections of the market. The sounds of merchants shouting over each other to get the attention of patrons was replaced by the distinct sound of iron chains, shackles, and footsteps moving in unison. Slaves were pushed up onto auction stands by impatient orcs and humans, their hands gripping small wooden cudgels or whips used to encourage the slaves to behave. There were many of these stages built for the purpose of auctioning off the slaves to the highest bidder, but there was one in particular that was the most popular. Owned and operated by the Bloodfist Orcs clan, this stage offered the best merchandise for those looking to purchase a slave for any and all needs. Currently there were a trio of forest nymphs being presented to the crowd. Their binds were made out of braided cloth so that the iron bindings would not burn them and damage them too much to be worth a good price. They each did have a single iron stake driven into their lower right leg between the bones, a measure taken to secure their magic and keep them from transforming into a tree or an animal and running for freedom. .

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Down among the line of slaves waiting to be sold was a large and broad orc, his skin an olive green with black tattoos marking his victories and accomplishments. A forged iron collar was around his neck, specially made with spikes that dug into his neck enough to be uncomfortable at best. The collar was attached with a short chain to a pair of shackles around the orc’s wrists. The shackles were topped with iron mittens that were sized to be tight around the orc’s massive fists, but not so much so that they risked injuring him. The chain was short enough to force him to keep his hands up in front of his chest, for if he were to relax his arms and let them lower, the spikes of the collar would pierce his flesh and send rivers of his black blood running down his torso. These measures were often used to make sure the slaves would abide by the commands and rules of the slavers. They were largely pointless on this orc, a proud warrior named Xoknath who had lived many years in the culture of his people and therefore understood it well. He had fought in over one hundred battles in his nearly sixty years of life, and he had planned on fighting thousands more before he fell to the blow of a more talented fighter. Xoknath would not accept defeat on the battlefield, willing to give his life for the praise of his gods, but when the enemy avoided the battlefield and came with a different tactic, Xoknath was forced to bend his knees in defeat. The orcs that charged into his stronghold with humans and elves alongside them moved when the clan was asleep. Xoknath had taken his rest in the longhouse, confident in the security his chieftain had established for the clan. And yet, the enemies had killed the sentries silently before making their way inside the palisade walls. Once inside, they had transitioned from lethal means and moved to clubs and spells meant to incapacitate. Xoknath had only begun stirring in his bed at the sound of the door to the longhouse closing when he was c

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aught in the temple with a bludgeon reinforced with a steel cap. Finding himself chained in a circle with his clan members as he came back to consciousness, he pushed up to his knees and looked with hatred and disgust at the leader of the Bloodfist clan. He felt the weight of the irons pulling down on him and knew at that moment that his role in life had shifted. No longer was he the killer or the one taking slaves. No longer did he have the power and pride in these situations. Subservience was his future until he was released by his god or his new master. It was frowned upon for an orc to fight their way out of slavery, as it would be seen as an afront to the gods that deemed it necessary for you to be in that position. Xoknath looked down at the iron mittens and tucked hands up under his chin. He was clad in nothing but a loin cloth and the irons binding him, but if the treatment of the other slaves was any indication, he could not count on keeping his decency. The nymphs had been wearing brown dresses and were stripped naked in front of the jeering crowd. Only one slave stood between Xoknath and the stage, and it was a peculiar one at that. A werewolf had been captured and was forced to transform using a spell from one of the slavers. He was then bound with a silver collar with similar spikes to Xoknath’s as well as a silver belt around his waist with the same spikes. Each binding had chains made of a silver and steel alloy, the same material used to make weapons to kill these creatures. .

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The werewolf had a silver muzzle cover over its face, causing it to growl and whimper in pain as the metal sizzled its flesh. Shackles of silver were around each of its wrists and ankles and there was a team of eight slavers that held the ends of the chains. As the nymphs were escorted off the stage to be prepared for their new owner, the werewolf was taken up on the stage. The covering was removed from its muzzle, allowing it to howl angrily before looking out over the crows with a mixture of fear and anger. Some bids were made by excited patrons, but most simply looked on in fear and disgust. An expression of anger could be seen on the auctioneer’s face as he shook his head and complained that those prices wouldn’t even cover the custom bondage. When no better offers were made, the orc auctioneer shook his head before drawing a small crossbow from the podium he stood at. It was loaded with a silver bolt that soon found itself lodged in the werewolf’s chest. The beast let out a whine before slumping to the ground, its body morphing back to the human form in death. Gasps of shock and protest could be heard from the crowd, but the orc snarled at them and screamed, “I won’t have any cheapskates at my fucking auction. If you can’t make it worth my while, no one wins.” As the body was cleaned off the stage, Xoknath felt an iron cudgel pressed into his back, prodding him forward wordlessly. Obeying and moving immediately, Xoknath stepped up onto the steps of the stage and winced as he heard the wood creak and complain under his weight. Moving to the center and standing, Xoknath placed his feet on the marked places and looked out across the crowd. Moments later, his loincloth was ripped from his body, showing his intimate area in addition to the rest of his body. Refusing to look down at the crowd, Xoknath heard a slaver mutter behind him, “Can’t fuck too many orc bitches with something like that. Might as well get that hard if you want to be bought, otherwise you’l

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l end up like the wolf.” Grunting and nodding, Xoknath closed his eyes and imagined the two orcish females that frequented his bed in the longhouse. Working his hips forward a couple times as his member began to swell and grow in size and length, Xoknath could hear the auctioneer chuckling before speaking, “From the Black Mountains, I present to you one of my more beastly cousins. Look at the size of his muscles and the tattoos he has on him. Each inch of tattoo is only earned when one of those savages kills an enemy on the battlefield. This brute’s torso is nearly all black, so imagine the strength he has to add to your guard force.” Xoknath’s torso was heavily tattooed and as he opened his eyes, he ignored the full erection he had worked himself to and looked down at the tattoos the other orc was describing. Lifting his arms slightly to show more of the tattoos and the fact they expanded onto his shoulders and arms, Xoknath stayed quiet as the auctioneer continued, “My slaves are expected to meet every single need of their owner. Look at that hammer he wields between his legs!! If you need a guard for your castle in the day and a toy for your wife at night, then I have the slave for you.” The auctioneer grinned and looked out at the crowd and started the bidding at a relatively high price, showing the strength of the slave on display despite what the uneducated might think, “You can take this warrior of the Black Mountains home with you today, but only if you be worthy. Starting at 15 gold, that’s a 15-gold bid. Can I get a 20-gold, a 20-gold bid? Come on now, don’t miss out on this strong orc. 20!! I’ve got 20, now can I get 25?” The auctioneer pointed at a portly human male who raised his hand and lowered it to bite his finger teasingly. @Fiory

Her steps were light in the market today. Lithe elegant hands looking at the different magical instruments and charms and baubles that could be purchased. It was always so busy, so noisy here. I should have arrived earlier in the day to do my shopping… The woman strode along in the busy market unaccompanied today. Not many wanted to accompany her, but that was also why she was here. She needed a new bodyguard after all, as the last one had met with an… unfortunate accident. Needless to say since she was still alive and walking, he had done his job. The elven woman just wished that they had lasted longer. It seemed such a waste that they hadn’t lasted given the amount of gold she had spent on them. Today she meandered, knowing eventually she would need to go towards the auctioneer’s loud voice off in the distance. Her ice blue eyes would look over at the different stalls as she traveled, a large dark cloak covering the majority of her small frame. It wasn’t that it was particularly cold out, though there was a chill that emanated from the young looking elven woman. Each stall she passed, she made a mental note to return to at a later date or to purchase something right then, as she was low on whatever ingredient or spell necessity or token that was available for purchase there.

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. I suppose I should make my way to the auctions then… Would hate for all the good ones to be gone before I get there… The thought played in her head as more a sarcastic statement than anything else. If the auctioneer had really had a great product like he boasted, her previous bodyguard would still be walking at her side. As she made her way closer, she halted at a stall nearby, the little jewels and gems catching her eye momentarily. Amethyst, Emerald, Ruby, Sapphire, such beautiful gemstones. Easily could be made into charms or jewelry pieces if necessary. Her fingers had picked up a particularly beautifully sparkling tanzanite stone when a long ferocious howl in the marketplace caused her to pause. It caught her attention and her gaze turned from the beautiful blue and purple stone to the direction of the auctioneers block. “Save hi an nin will cin?” She said quietly to the elf merchant, who nodded and put the stone in a little box to save it for the patron woman as instructed. With a nod of thanks, her feet took her towards the howl she had heard. Perhaps a werewolf? It surely sounded like one. Maybe that would make a formidable bodyguard replacement. Her steps were light, and she moved easily in and out of the crowd, clutching her cloak around her tightly as she moved.

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. Ariel was young in terms of the age of an Elf, but in her just over a century of life, she had seen many changes within this marketplace. Slaves of different kinds listed here and there. Some for pleasure, other for pain. Most for work of any kind as long as their masters wished for it. Her hair was long and silvery blonde, gleaming in the daylight which was why she mostly kept that dark hood of hers up and covering her. Her skin was fair, only touched by gentle moonlight and her eyes were an icy blue. A hint of the mage that she was. Her life had been devoted to learning the magical arts, doing all she could to learn as much as she could in her more youthful years. A singular element had called to her, demanded her attention, and she had excelled at it. So much so, that she had actually killed with it, and was asked to kill with it. The money had been good at the time, and she thought she was doing a service to her kin. Only for Ariel to realize that her powerful spells and incantations, the magic she used to outdo and demand the respect she deserved, had ended the lives of innocent elves. Innocents that had never meant to be caught in the jaws of her magic. So now the mage required a bodyguard at all times. She was careful to keep herself hidden as best as possible, keeping her magical aura blanketed and quiet so she could gather a new bodyguard after her last one fell. Ariel had already seen her face on scrolls years ago, demanding she be held responsible for the acts she had done. They had used an older picture of her, one when she had been younger by fifty years, and she had answered for the crime of following orders accordingly. There had been uproar about it, dissent amongst the elves when she was released, but there was nothing that could change the fact that the council had seen she was not at true fault. Still, the actions and release had earned her a nickname that she hated hearing from passersby who heard the tale of her misdeeds but not the truth of

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her. The Ice Witch of the High Mountains. Her hair had grown considerably since then, and her face had become more pale. Still, she wouldn’t take chances for anyone to recognize her; the last thing she really wanted was to use her reputation to force or coerce anyone.

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. Finally making it into the auctioneer’s square she looked around at the different patrons to check for anyone familiar. Seeing no one, she felt more comfortable removing her hood. Even if any of these men and women recognized her, as long as she kept that chill contained, she should be able to bid like a normal patron without issue. The werewolf was currently on stage, growling and whining. Ariel had just gotten a chance to get a good look at the beast, before the crossbow bolt let it breathe no further. ”Eru…” She sighed under her breath, watching the waste of the werewolf guard she had thought would be a good fit dragged off the stage and disposed of. The elven mage had half a mind to walk back out again until she saw the next product up for bid. He captured her attention immediately; large with olive green skin and a menacing look on his face. Her cheeks flushed a little watching him perform on stage, showing the intimates of him stand to attention as if instructed to do so. Or perhaps he just really enjoyed the attention. Despite that, he seemed well built, so Ariel waited, listening to the auctioneer describe this next body up for sale. He certainly was impressive, from the physique to the tattoos to the hammer he wielded. Ariel was at least intrigued, listening in silence as patrons around began to bid on the Orc male on stage. The bidding started at a fairly low number, the Elf thought. A mere 15 gold coins? Soon the bids would come in. 20 coins here. Another for 25 gold coins. This cost didn’t concern Ariel, she just listened and watched intently. Her gaze never left the Orc on stage, even as the bids continued and the Auctioneer called for more and more money on the cousin he was selling. Slowly she found her feet moving herself forward down the middle of the crowd gathered to gaze and gawk at the male on stage. She calculated what would be required, if he could do as she needed him to, if he would be worth the coin. Deciding that he would indeed

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do as a bodyguard, and perhaps anything else she required of him, Ariel strode forward to join the auction.

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. Well, the correct term would actually be to stop the auction in its tracks.The auctioneer who had just called out for 30 gold coins prior, glanced in Ariel’s direction and she just nodded in acknowledgement to him that she would be interested in the product upon stage. The next bid rose it to 40, and Ariel kept walking towards the stage. When the bidding war hit 50, she stopped, still and silent as the snow that she emulated. The auctioneer seemed to not notice the fairly short young looking elven woman who stood straight back and poised in front of the beastly male in front of her. Ariel didn’t like competition. She would prefer to win outright and be guaranteed the victory. It was a ruthlessness she had, that just made her horrid nickname that much more chilling. She could tell that he was worth more than the current bids, even as they hit 45 coins. With him, she thought she could easily best any foe who decided to sneak up on her. She could feel safe and secure, with a brute who’s sole goal in his miserable life was to do exactly as he was told. That was a slave’s lot wasn’t it? Ariel continued watching him, hearing the bids hit 55 coins in the background, looking for anything that might indicate more than what he was showing.

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. A delicate hand raised out of the cloak she wore, signaling that she was ready to make her bid to the auctioneer. He had just accepted a bid of 60 gold coins, whining about how surely the specimen on stage was worth more than what was being offered. Ariel couldn’t have agreed more. So she indicated her bid so he would understand the number she was willing to pay today. Her index finger first, then her middle finger followed it, before her palm opened and all five fingers were shown. It didn’t take a genius to know the number she had put out there for the auctioneer to drool over. His last bid had been 60 coins, but now he was looking at a bid of 125, double what had been offered previously. Now it was just a matter of if that would be good enough to end the sale then and there or not.

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@Himbo Tie

Xoknath could not understand what the auctioneer was saying as he was shouting to the crowd in front of him, but the energy in the orc’s voice made it apparent that he was hearing nothing but good things. Growling and snarling his lip up to show his upper canines as well as his protruding tusks, Xoknath looked at the crowd before him and tried to make himself seem menacing as it excited the ones that were putting their hands up. Looking across the crowd assembled before him, the large orc flexed his arms and neck, not paying any attention to the fact that the act of flexing drove the collar’s spikes into his flesh. Looking over his shoulder at the human with the cudgel, he raised his hands slightly before speaking in Orcish, “Nauk-leauke alnej. Jiak liwo puav par ij ukhow.” The man stepped forward and shook his head as he attached a new chain to Xoknath’s neck and tossed the other end to a slaver on the stage. Next, he stepped around in front of the orc and shouted to the crowd, “He wants to give you a show, what do we say?” Cheers of excitement and murmurs of bidding contemplations caused the auctioneer to smile as he continued with the bidding. The slaver removed the iron mittens and the shackles before looking to Xoknath with narrowed eyes that communicated across any language barrier that he didn’t want to get fucked over. Xoknath nodded his silent thanks before looking out at the crowd and arms out to them, his hands closing into fists as he released a guttural roaring growl that could be felt as much as it could be heard. Looking out at the potential buyers, he squatted slightly and slammed his open palms into his thick and meaty thighs. Chanting a guttural ritual song that was used to get the warriors of his stronghold into a blood rage, Xoknath brought his arms up and held them across his chest parallel to each other. Slamming his forearms together as the chanting continued, he brought his arms down and back with his elbows bent and his hands held open a

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t his waist. His fingers were curled in as if he was holding onto round objects. Bringing his right hand up beside his face in a fist with his elbow pointed down, he stomped both of his feet and lowered into a perfect ninety-degree squat. His left arm came up perpendicular to his right as he slammed his hand into his forearm. Releasing another bellowing growl as he lowered his right arm and started slapping his left hand against his right upper-arm, Xoknath dropped down into a deep lunge and placed his right hand, palm down on the stage. Grasping his forearm with his left hand, he switched from a lunge to a low squat and stuck his tongue out low towards his chin. His tongue reached well past his chin as he bit down on it with a growl. Holding the pose for a moment or two, he looked out across the crowd and snarled his lips up, exposing his canines and tusks again as he withdrew his tongue. Standing and stepping back, he lowered his head slightly as recognition of his station before placing his hands in fists on his hips. Flexing his lower abdomen to work blood into his slightly slackened member, Xoknath looked out to the crowd and pointed at his manhood, a smirk playing at his lips. From the flush he could see on a few female’s faces, he was certain that they liked what they saw. .

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Seeing a light-skinned elf with silvery blonde hair walking up closer to the stage, Xoknath smirked and pointed at her before dropping his right hand to his shaft. Stroking it slowly and nodding, he turned so that she could better see his hand around his length and girth. His hand stilled and he began thrusting into it with his hips before the chain around his neck was jerked. Stumbling slightly and rounding on the slaver, he narrowed his eyes before blinking and turning back to the elven woman. Removing his hand from his shaft, he instead simply placed his hands back on his hips and stood relaxed. He still held an imposing sight even when he was not actively flexing his muscles, owing to the fact that his strength and size were not merely for show like some puffier models and slaves. As she lifted his hand and made the numbers with her fingers, his eyebrows raised slightly before looking to the orc auctioneer. Seeing the temporary stunned silence the man was taken by, Xoknath had to assume that 125 something was a big deal. Duurgash, the auctioneer, looked down at the elf with wide eyes for a moment before calling out in a fast voice, “125 gold!! Going once, twice, sold!! To the little elf in the front, black cloak!!” Pointing at her, he pointed at Xoknath and spoke harshly, “Get that beast cleaned up and oiled for the buyer.” Looking down at the elf, he stated in a smoother voice, “Stick around and buy all you like, you’ll like my wares, I’m certain. When you’re done, step around to my left and we’ll process your payment and delivery.” Looking to the next slave, Duurgash shouted in a proud voice, “From the Summervale Isles!! I bring to you a sea elf! Magic and mystics like none other, these beings are said to control the weather and bring in hurricanes. They also know the seas and currents like the back of their slimy hands!! If you’re planning a sea voyage and need a little magical help, step on up and make your bids!! Starting at a low price of 100 gold, t

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he rare sea elf!!” Xoknath was led off the stage as the sea elf was brought on, the iron chain around his neck tugging him down the stairs before he had his loincloth tossed back to him. One of the slavers motioned him to follow them before speaking in slow Common, “Put that on. No more naked. Do you understand?” Xoknath looked at them blankly, the language going over his head. However, with the loincloth in his hands, it was clear what they wanted him to do. Pushing down on his cock to speed up its return to normalcy through discomfort, he tied the cloth around his waist and adjusted the portion that tied from front to back to hold his engorged length. Standing ready when he finished, he kept his hands down by his sides to show he was not resisting. Afterwards, he was taken to a back room where two female goblins removed his loincloth and pushed him into a tub filled with cold water. .

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Stumbling and falling in, he snarled at the other two slaves before speaking in Orcish, knowing they would understand him, “Push me again and I’ll have your fucking heads.” The goblins looked at each other and laughed heartily before one of them responded in a harsh tone, “You aren’t a big warrior anymore Xoknath, best you remember that. You’re one of us slaves now, no matter what your tattoos say. Be careful, or they’ll burn those off you.” Growling at the goblins, he lowered his head as he accepted their words as truth. He was a slave, and it was time to act like it. Sitting on the edge of the tub, he grabbed the sponge in the water and started to wash himself off, removing any sand or dirt that had been blown onto him. The cold water did wonders about his previous problem and as he finished bathing, he stepped out to dry off with his manhood returned to normal. Using a rough towel to dry off, he threw it back onto the rack he got it off of and turned to see the goblins coming to him with two jugs of oil. Squatting down, he let them pour them over his shoulders and down his body before their hands worked to rub it into his skin in order to make him glow slightly and be more appealing. Finishing with his body, one reached up and spread it over his face before stepping back to clean their hands of any excess. Standing and looking down at himself, he waited a moment before they gave him a lengthy black cloth. Wrapping it around his waist before working it to go around his upper thighs and his groin, Xoknath ended up with a nice black loincloth that had better coverage and support. The goblins pulled him down onto a stool and one went around his back to brush his hair while the other brought a razor and scissors to trim his beard. His black hair reached down to his shoulders easily, and as the goblin brushed it, she added a dry shampoo of sorts to get rid of any greasiness it had gained in his time in slavery. His beard was trimmed down to be more shaped to

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his face before a light blend brought it from thick to thinner as it went away from his jaw. As the goblins finished, they called one of the slavers back into the room who escorted Xoknath out to stand ready for his new master to come and claim him. A bowl of hot coals laid next to the official salesman, something kept on hand so that most owners could brand their new products. @Fiory

There were a few snickers and quite a few gasps as that bid had been announced. Several patrons cursed thinking they had been cheated and Ariel just relished in their jealous noise. Yes, you were outbid. Because you did not deserve to win. She thought, watching as her new prize was taken away off the stage to be cleaned and prepared for her. Which was good, she detested the smell of the slaves fresh from pens with poor hygiene. Her icy gaze turned to the auctioneer who seemed all too eager to take more of her coin, inviting her to stick around and see the rest of his wares. “If I was eager for the rest of your wares, I wouldn’t have spent so much on the one I wanted.” She said coldly, visibly so. Her frame moved almost like she was floating with how quiet her steps were towards the auctioneer, pulling out a pouch in order to pay for the prize she’d guaranteed herself. As directed, she moved around to his left where a reception space was prepared for masters to meet and claim their new charges. Ariel had plenty of time, she wouldn’t mind the wait, and after stepping up to the counter, she dropped her little bag of coin to be counted. Once the proper amount had been removed, she took the pouch and remaining coin left in it and tucked it back under her black cloak, securing it to her belt. The orc hadn’t been released yet, likely still being cleaned for her, so the elven woman took a seat to wait in the area.

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. There were a few places for new masters to sit, mostly just wooden chairs with small tables. Ariel idly picked at her fingernails, as if just being in this place was causing her to become filthy. She thought back on the tanzanite crystals she’d seen prior and sighed a little. Ariel probably had enough to buy a few more things in the market today having made her big purchase of the day, though she wondered if she could afford the gemstone now that she’d splurged so much on this Orc. Crystals and gemstones were used in her line of work. In purifying and charging spells or incantations. As a mage she took her work seriously, and practiced whenever she could. Ariel often would sell her potions work and skill in order to make the coin she spent now. Coin she rarely spent unless she needed to, so it wasn’t something that she worried about having enough of. This was probably another reason why a bodyguard was required for her. She didn’t hold all her wealth with her at all times, but she was only one elf, and a small one at that. Regardless of how powerful her ice magic was, it had its limits too. She had her limits. So having someone who had a higher threshold take care of the enemies that she could not, was beneficial for Ariel.

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. While she sat there, she couldn’t help feeling the eyes glancing over her frame. As if hungrily waiting for her to do or say something. Anything to give them a reason to take what coin she might have left. That was the risk that she had taken, for stopping the auction as quickly and efficiently as she had. Other than her purse, Ariel was quite pretty too, and she knew that if given the opportunity she could easily have been on that stage nude and baring all for those to purchase and see as well. “Madam Wintersong.” Her name made her turn her head quietly, as the orc was shoved out in order to be claimed by her. She didn’t get up immediately, but bided her time. The slaver who had brought him out to her, indicated the bowl of coals, iron rods with different symbols leaning against a stand for her to pick her brand if she had none of her own. “That will not be necessary… I have my own.” Ariel said quietly, stepping forward to inspect the prize she had clearly won. Her fingers went forward to inspect every part of him that she could see. Unafraid and unashamed of it. She barely came up to his shoulders and even then he was at least twice as wide as she was. Her ice blue eyes glared across every muscle, her fingertips counting all the black marks and tattoos he sported. She seemed to be looking for something, perhaps a mark that was hidden or a meaning within his torso or chest, but seemed not to find a singular thing that she was looking for. The elf took one lap around him, and then a second before stopping in front of him. With her index finger, she bade him to kneel, motioning him closer so that she could get a good look at his face.

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. Expecting that he followed orders without having to be told more than once or with more than just a silent gesture, as she wasn’t sure if he could speak common or not, Ariel would wait until he had knelt down in order for her to get a good look at his face properly. All together he didn’t look too horrible, at least for an Orc. In a quiet commanding voice, though chilling to the bone with a hint of sweetness, Ariel motioned for him to remain still, stating in common to him as well just in case he might understand her words. “Stay Still.” The common was expected to be followed. There would be consequences if it wasn’t. She had little patience for something she purchased not doing what they were supposed to. With an index finger, she traced her nail over a section of his chest where there were no marks and there were few scars or blemishes. Instead of a searing hot pain of flame against skin to brand, she used ice. It was frigid, piercing down to the bone. Every little line, every small curve of her nail dug that frozen death into his skin. Where as a brand with fire would have been much faster, a quicker process, this was slow and meticulous. Painful and freezing. In sharp lines, a glow of blue and white shone fresh on his olive skin, traced out in an intricately woven pattern that sharpened and cleared as she finished tracing it. Once complete, her finger lifted and the specific mark of Ariel Wintersong shone for a moment like wet glacial ice on his skin. Indeed, her mark was a snowflake.

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. “You will be my new Bodyguard. Protect” She pointed from him, to herself with the last word, to indicate that she required his protection in her day to day life. “Keep Safe… Do this, and you will be treated fairly.” She meant those words; Ariel was not a cruel soul even though she had to be cold to those around her. If he complied well enough, kept her safe and secure, kept those wishing her harm at bay, he would be rewarded and treated with compassion and fairness. As she took a step back in order to let her new charge up, wondering perhaps what to call him or if it would even be a name she would be able to pronounce, a couple of the men who had been bidding against her sauntered up behind Ariel. They both appeared pissed that the Orc had been purchased out from under them, and it was clear they were going to try and take their frustrations out on the young elf mage. Ariel had had her back to them, and naught had the time to pull out her wand when they grabbed her by the arms, mentioning lewd and depraved actions they wanted to do with her as she must have been a whore herself to have that kind of coin on her. The elf struggled, trying to pull herself away, clearly disliking the attention these men were showing her and hoping her new charge understood his role well enough to step in. There would be no punishment if he were to dispose of and dispatch the ruffians who couldn’t take No for an answer.

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Stepping out when the slaver shoved him in the back with his steel capped truncheon, Xoknath kept his hands down by his sides, avoiding giving the slaver any reason to use that tool. Xoknath could have taken it from him easily, but such an act would be an affront to his religion and would bring down all kinds of weaponry on the supposed rogue orc slave. Moving into the sunlight again, he felt his eyes narrow at the bright intensity as the sun had risen slightly while he was being cleaned. Seeing a small figure sitting on one of the chairs in the waiting area, Xoknath moved slowly towards them as he recognized the dark cloak that the female elf had worn. Stopping as she moved, Xoknath stood with his feet shoulders width apart and his arms down by his sides, making no attempt to hide anything as he felt her eyes on him even as she stood. Watching the short elven woman as she walked slowly around him, her hands gracing over his body, Xoknath flexed his muscles as she walked so that her journey around him could at least be more entertaining. As she looked at the tattoos on his body in the shapes of different beasts from the mountains, he spoke in a deep voice, “Mausan avaavavoouk ukhow mausan vicavorieuk. Jiak kij ij ukavrong fighavas.” He was trying to explain that his tattoos marked his victories and that he was a strong fighter. Seeing no reaction from her as she continued her second lap, Xoknath furrowed his eyebrows before looking down at her when she stopped in front of him. Seeing her finger pointed down at the ground, Xoknath knelt down slowly so that his right knee was in the dirt, but his left was still up. Trying not to let his knee go far enough forward to bump into his new mistress, Xoknath looked into her eyes as she looked at his face. Her sharp blue eyes screamed that she would not take well to defiance, but he was not able to stop his eyes as they moved over her smooth features and down to her jaw. Tracking her jaw to her chin, he looked up to her m

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outh and worked his own jaw slightly, making his tusks slightly more prominent. Hearing the chilling tone in the unintelligible words, Xoknath heeded her hand’s clear message that he was not to move. Looking down at his right chest muscle as her fingernail moved over it slowly, Xoknath released an uneasy breath that rolled into a growl as her fingers left a deep chilling sensation that was so cold it felt as if his flesh was on fire. He wanted to move away from the discomfort, but instead he snarled and stayed put, his golden eyes looking at her face with furrowed eyebrows. Why was she subjecting him to this pain when she could have just as easily branded him. Growling deeply as her fingers continued applying the intricate details, he closed his eyes and felt his face relaxing. The pain was still there, but as he silenced his complaints from his throat, Xoknath was able to kneel in an expressionless state. Looking down at the image as it came into more of a shape, he waited until she pulled back in order to look down properly at the snowflake made with various shades of blue. Looking at the elven woman as she spoke in Common language to him before pointing at him and then back to herself. Furrowing his brow as he heard some familiar sounding words, he spoke in a low tone, “Proavecav lat?” Holding his left arm up and patting his broad forearm with his head slightly tilted, he hoped the elven woman would understand that he meant that his arm would be acting as a shield. Watching her step back to give him room to stand, Xoknath lowered his head and pushed off the ground with his right fist. As he was standing, he heard the shouting of the men and his new mistress mingling together in Common. .

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Not sure what they were saying, his eyes widened as their bodies acted as translation enough to not need any true translation of words. As their hands reached to grope and molest his mistress, Xoknath stood and released a guttural growl, his lower lip dropping to display the full length of his tusks to the men. It was a display of strength and intent to kill among orcish culture, and as he lowered his tongue out and between his tusks, he had declared to the two men that he would feast on their hearts. The two men paused in their movements, not necessarily out of understanding the intent behind the threats. One of them shoved the elf into the other so that he could wrap his arms around her and lift her from the ground. The man stepped forward towards Xoknath, his right hand pulling a long-bladed dagger from his hip while his left slipped to his lower back and retrieved a small buckler shield. Looking down at the small weapons, Xoknath released a low chuckle that broke into a rolling laugh. Pointing at the dagger and then pinching his fingers together as if measuring something small, Xoknath spoke in a low voice that was accented by laughter, “Lat avhink avhaav liwo hurav alnej? Iav gelnaj noav huav agh anav.” Insulting the weapon in his hands and the idea that it could hurt him, Xoknath continued to say that it could not even hurt an ant. Seeing the man stand for a moment in confusion, Xoknath grinned before stepping forward and pushing his hands out quickly towards the dagger arm. Bypassing the blade as the man flicked it out of the way, Xoknath gripped the man’s arm harshly with his right hand just below his elbow and his left above it. Roaring angrily into the man’s face, Xoknath twisted his hands in opposite directions, filling the area with the sound of breaking bones and rupturing ligaments before the man screamed loudly. Roaring louder as the man screamed in pain, the large orc ripped the man’s lower arm clear of his upper arm along the shattered elbow joi

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nt. Holding his detached lower arm in his right hand, Xoknath held his arm down before temporarily releasing his grip. Feeling the arm fall slightly as he adjusted his grip, Xoknath brought the arm up as a crude weapon and drove the jagged bones through the bottom of the man’s mouth and out of the back of his head just below his skull. Hearing the man’s breath turn to nothing but fluid filled gasps, Xoknath ripped the arm to the side, twisting the man’s head and neck before breaking his neck. That was not enough. Xoknath gripped the side of the man’s head and turned it further until he heard the flesh of his neck tearing as well. Looking to the other man as he slowly ripped his friend’s head off, Xoknath showed his tusk in yet another threatening growl. The man looked at his friend’s corpse for a second and had a flash of rage across his features, but just as quickly the rage turned to fear. Releasing the elf and backing up, he put his hands up as if asking for forgiveness before turning and running away quickly. Shaking his head, Xoknath took the head of the man and stepped forward while throwing it with a great deal of force. The skull smacked into the back of the running man’s head, letting out a satisfying crunching sound as the man’s head cracked open. He fell to the ground with his friend’s arm impaled into the back of his head, killing him instantly. Turning to his new mistress, Xoknath felt the thrill of battle, but he also knew his place. Reaching down and adjusting her hood so it covered her head once again, Xoknath stepped back and crouched down so that he could investigate her face. He was looking for signs of injury as his lips closed and showed only the tips of his tusks. His brows furrowed as he looked over the features of her face, careful not to look into her eyes as he did not want it to seem as though he was challenging her. @Fiory

Ariel squirmed and struggled in the man’s arms, angrily swearing at him in Elvish to release her immediately. If she had only been able to grab her wand, they would be statues of ice right now. Most of her magic had to be done with the assistance of an instrument, in this case a wand. Some, she didn’t require, like the brand now gleaming on the orc’s chest. And while a fire hot brand would have been faster, Ariel didn’t do well with too much heat and fire. While the first man was occupied with Xoknath, the second who held Ariel growled and chuckled lewdly in her ear. He whispered sweet nothings to her, promising of a good time if she just behaved. She was not a slave, nor would she be treated like one. There was a small sparkle of fear in those eyes though, but not for her own well being or the idea that she could be taken and done away with by these men. No it was for the scene playing out in front of her. Of the first man’s arm being torn apart and his life ended before eyes. She had made an excellent purchase. He hadn’t needed to be told or instructed, he saw the situation and had the intelligence and foresight to act accordingly. This was what she was hoping for when she had forced the auctioneer’s hand. She didn’t want some brainless oaf that would need his hand to be held and for her to spoon feed instructions to. Ariel wanted someone that could see a situation before it happened and react accordingly. The high price was worth it in this respect.

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. Feeling her assailant’s grip on her release, Ariel watched as he made to run away, only to be struck down with his companion’s head and body parts. There was a noticeable shiver that she made, watching the body twitch on the ground before lying still. The patrons of the area seemed to not pay much mind to the violent act. It was just another day in the market. Goblin slaves, wearing thick metal collars and tags would soon come out to claim the bodies of the men that Xoknath destroyed, clearing the way and cleaning the mess. Silently, Ariel watched as Xoknath checked on her. Replacing the hood from her cloak and crouching down to investigate her face. He even had the mind to check and be sure she was alright too? He’d known her for maybe five minutes, and was already showing some semblance of loyalty. Clearly she was getting what she paid for this time. While he was there she stood still, allowing him to take her in and memorize her features. As an elf, she was already quite lovely. It was her kin’s natural ability to be graceful and poised, with flawless skin and features. It’s just how Elves are. Still, other than her mostly frigid demeanor, Ariel held the same beauty quality standards of a normal Elf. Under her cloak, her hair was long and wavy, silvery blonde in color. Despite being fairly cold and sharp her eyes were a sparkling crystal blue, and while most of her was covered with that black cloak it was fairly reasonable to see that underneath she very likely had a shapely body as well.

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. Ariel let him look all he liked. Thankfully she wasn’t hurt or scratched, merely shaken a little by the experience if anything at all. This however was one of the reasons she required a bodyguard. Being alone in a world like this, was dangerous for the young woman with the constant threat of being taken advantage of or being taken against her will. Slowly, once she felt that he had checked enough, she let her gaze soften, taking a hand and placing it gently on the underside of his chin. The only reason she was able to look down at him at all was because he was crouched. Standing he would have been too tall. Without words, she pulled his face so he had to look at her directly; she wanted the eye contact that he had been avoiding until that moment. There was a sense of gratefulness in Ariel’s gaze, a light smile barely pulling at her lips.

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. “Thank you.” She wasn’t sure if he would understand the sentiment, or if he would even care, but the woman felt it necessary to praise her charge for doing a job well done. Feeling that a simple thank you wasn’t quite enough, Ariel leaned forward and let her lips softly tickle his forehead. They pressed there just for a moment, and despite her otherwise sub arctic attitude before, this action was quite warm and inviting. She held the action there, just for a moment or two before pulling away and releasing her tender grip on the underside of his chin. With the same hand, she placed it on her chest, flat with the palm down. It was time to try and establish some kind of communication with him. While she was grateful that he wasn’t a brainless oaf, it would be helpful for the pair if they could establish some way to communicate properly. “Ariel.” Her name was said gently, her hand taping her chest to indicate that was her name so he could learn it. After giving it a moment, she turned her palm away from her and gently let it fall on his chest, a brow raising expectantly at him. She needed to know what to call him. Saying “hey Orc” was probably not a good way to address him, and while he was a slave she didn’t find it necessary to treat him unkindly unless he deserved it. Unless the actions he made warranted some kind of reprimand and a tonal change was necessary. While before her fingertips had been freezing carving the sigil of her house into his chest, now the hand against his chest was soft and warm. Gentle against his more rough skin. The thought crossed her mind to perhaps take her charge somewhere a little more private, mostly so they were out of the busy marketplace and she could attempt to learn about the brute who would be protecting her from now on. While she waited to see if he would understand what she was trying to get him to do, she thought about where it would be acceptable for her slave, specifically an orc, to enter. There weren’t too many that ap

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preciated such large brutes in their establishments so finding one that would be amenable to it would certainly be a challenge.

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@Himbo Tie

Xoknath had looked at females of several creatures as he traded them with slavers, taking coin or material goods for the expected value the slaves would draw from the market. He knew that the slavers sold them for higher than the money they paid Xoknath, but that was just the way of the world. Buying low and selling high to maximize your profits was a formula that even he knew. He knew how difficult it was for him to gain certain pelts, so he would mark up the price for the labor and make it worth his while when people from outside of the stronghold hired him to hunt down and kill different animals and beasts. Looking over the elf’s face slowly, Xoknath could not imagine her as one of the less than fortunate creatures that he sold into slavery. There was often a look of fear in their eyes, even the ones that tried to fight. Such an emotion was vacant in the eyes of the elf in front of him, and that was evident in the other features of her face. The slight flush on her cheeks was not one of fear or embarrassment, not from how he was looking at her. He saw the flush of frustration as her hands had desperately been trying to reach something under her cloaks, but the hungry hands of the men had kept pulling her hands away from it right as she was about to get it. Looking over the flush on her cheeks and down to her jawline, he saw a small amount of dirt on her chin and reached his left hand up. Wiping the dirt away where it had likely come from the clothes of the men, he closed his eyes in a motionless sign of approval as he saw that what he did had impacted the situation positively. He could see some of her hair as it pooled slightly at the collar of the cloak before continuing down into it, a result of her wanting to be able to move her head without her hair being out and available for grabbing. It was a very attractive color, one he had never seen on a person before as it reminded him more of the snow that covered his mountainous home, as well as the trees and pe

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aks that he hunted and survived in. Looking down to see if there was any sign of injury like a knife wound, he looked over her body to see if there was any collection of blood soaking through her cloak. He saw nothing but the subtle movements of the wind as it graced her body, showing a rough image of the shapely figure that was hidden behind the fabric. Swallowing slightly, he lifted his eyes and set them on her lips as he waited for his next instruction. He saw the softening of her gaze in his peripheral vision but refused to look up, that was until her hand met his chin and lifted his head slightly. Looking up along her face slowly, his golden hues met with her sparkling crystal blues. He was stunned by the beauty of them; most blue eyes he had seen were of a darker and duller hue, nothing as bright as these. He looked into her eyes and saw the disdainful scrutinization from earlier falling to be replaced by an air of gratefulness. The woman spoke in the Common tongue, but even not understanding the words, he could understand the sentiment. Nodding slowly, he opened his mouth and spoke in a softer tone than he had so far, the guttural edge less exaggerated as he was not trying to threaten anyone, “Khndrem. Yes urakh yem, vor duk’ apahov yek’. [You are welcome. I am glad you are safe.]” .

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Noticing the elven woman leaning forward towards him, Xoknath did not move as she placed her lips to his forehead. Feeling his eyes widen in slight surprise, he looked up at the slender throat that was now closer to him. Seeing the dip just above her collarbone, Xoknath could not stop himself as he breathed in slightly, his senses being filled with the icy winds of his home as her natural scent hit him. He could not help but enjoy the gentle pressure of his lips on her forehead, the first display of kindness or tenderness that he had experienced in the two-week trek from his stronghold to the market location. Feeling her hand release his chin from her gentle touch, he stayed as he was for a moment before looking at her as she touched her chest and stated what he could only assume was her name. The word for elf sounded the same in his tongue as it did in Common, so it was something he had easily learned when speaking to and hearing slavers. Ariel. It was a gentle name that rolled strangely but nicely over his tongue as he repeated her softly to himself. “Ariel, Ariel,” he said with his eyes looking into hers, locking her name into his memory before she placed her hand to his chest. Looking down slightly at the contrast between their skin tones, he looked back up to her and spoke in the same soft tone, “Xoknath.” Looking back down at her hand, he enjoyed the warmth and slight tingle that it brought to his flesh, the softest of her hand even more keenly felt when her fingertips drifted over the portions of his chest that had been tattooed and branded. Every tattoo was branded in place on the outer edges to burn the hair follicles from the area before the ink was pounded in by a single thick needle and a hammer. The process of gaining their victory tattoos was meant to be a painful test of endurance, giving thanks through bloodshed to their gods for giving them the strength to emerge victorious. Seeing her expression shift to a thoughtful one, Xoknath stepped backwa

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rds slightly and stood up, his eyes scanning the area and looking for any obvious threats while his new mistress was locked in her mind’s eye. Watching the goblins in their chains moving out to grab the corpses, he saw a half-giant with a steel truncheon and whip watching them as they worked on the corpses. It was amazing how many creatures were brought together and torn apart by the wide reaches of the slave trade. Amazing and disheartening as it meant that species without cultures and practices that could easily adapt to the life of a slave were left in a disadvantageous position. Shaking his head, he was thankful that his gods had made it clear what was expected of a captured and shamed orc so that he was not left wondering. @Fiory

“Ah, Avavaen. Yes.” Ariel said brightly, hearing him repeat her name and nodding in confirmation of it. Avavaen meant Yes in Elvish, and while she didn’t think he would understand the word right off, she at least translated it immediately into Common speech for him. The Elven woman then listened as he seemed to tell her his own name, thankful that her makeshift way of trying to communicate with him had worked in a way. “Xoknath.” She repeated, nodding a little at him when he finally stood back up. She wasn’t one to just call him slave or call him some derogatory name. Ariel preferred to use his name. It was more distinctive, so when she called for him, he would know it. “First thing… I need to go collect a gemstone I have on hold in another stall….” This was said more to herself than actually to her new charge, her eyes turning to look back at where she’d need to go in order to get to the stall. Waving her hand to him, she indicated that he should follow her and stay close. The last thing she wanted was for her purse to be snatched or for herself to be grabbed again. Ariel hoped having him close by would deter thieves and pickpockets from coming too close.

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. As the day had continued, the marketplace had gotten far busier, more crowded. This made it difficult for Ariel to navigate the lanes with a large Orc either next to her or at her back when the crowds would gather and disperse. The woman was also not very tall either, so she often found herself rising on her tiptoes in order to try and see the stalls and the wares that they had. Most of the stalls were too busy and the ones that weren’t didn’t have what Ariel wanted. “Perhaps we should just go find somewhere to be in private instead…. Find a place to try and communicate for a moment while the crowds die down..” There would be no way for her to get back to the gemstone stall with the traffic of the area as thick with people as they were. Her eyes looked around, hoping to find something that would work for her purposes. There were a few places where you could sit and have a drink or some food. A few more where you could rent a private room for further private matters. Of the options there, she was leaning more towards the red light versions purely as they were quieter in comparison. Still, she didn’t want to give her prize the wrong idea. While open to the idea of an intimate affair with one she owned, she wasn’t a whore would would just demand sex of him whenever she wished for it. On the contrary, his display of stroking himself on stage had done nothing for her as that was not what she was looking for. She needed a bodyguard, not a sex toy.

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. It took a while, and took some darting in and out of the crowd, before Ariel found a suitable space for them. It was more a tavern with seating both inside and outside the large tented area. There were private areas to eat and to drink, though some used them as well to pleasure themselves too. This would do at least, to try and get some kind of communication baseline in with Xoknath. At least, Ariel believed it would be decent enough. She wanted somewhere closed off, out of the way so that she could actually hear and try and understand the Orc Xoknath. Her hand pulled at his arm gently, ensuring that he knew exactly where the short woman was going. Not like he could get lost in the crowd, but she knew that often she could. And the last thing she wanted was for her charge to be unable to find her. Slowly, she pulled and guided him towards the opening of the establishment, where a gruff looking human sat at a chair to allow patrons in and request payment for the private rooms. He stuck his leg out to stop Ariel as she got closer, putting his hand out palm up for payment first.

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. “If’n ya wanna fuck dat beast in privacy, it’ll cost ya lil’ lady…” he growled with a disgusting grin on his face. Ariel had half a mind to freeze him to the spot, see how cheeky he wanted to be then, but she decided instead not to argue. Dipping into her cloak for the small coin purse she had pulled out before, Ariel tossed the man five gold coins, not caring if he actually caught the discs as they glittered in the daylight. He seemed to scramble to grab them all. This would surely pay for a few hours if necessary, and Ariel didn’t want to be disturbed. “I require privacy with my charge. Disturb at your own risk.” Her voice and words froze the core, and the man nodded quickly as he gathered the coins on the ground. The disrespect of men was something Ariel was used to. She was a beautiful, young looking, fairly height restricted Elf. All they saw was something they could play with, that they could enjoy. She was tired of their disrespect to her and rarely tolerated more than just spiteful words. More than once had frozen such men who had risked too much and elicited a more extreme response into eunuchs when necessary. It was not something she was necessarily wanting to do today. She would much rather just have a drink, feed and water her charge, and try to better understand him.

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. Ariel didn’t require anyone to lead her or Xoknath to a table or private booth. She merely walked into the establishment, motioning for her slave to follow her without fail or complaint. He likely would have to be careful where he walked once inside to ensure he didn’t bump into tables or patrons while he followed his mistress towards the back area of the room. As they passed, there were curtains drawn around small areas, covering the view of tables and the patrons within. Most were quiet though some you could hear the moaning of sexual delights from behind the fabrics. Ariel paid it no mind. If she wanted something like that, she would go somewhere much nicer than this. Finding an empty table, Ariel sat down, pointing to the seat beside her for Xoknath to sit. He would sit at the chair that would be closest to the opening, the best place to keep watch and ensure that no one entered that wasn’t supposed to. Ariel thought this would be the most acceptable place for him. “Thirsty Xoknath?” Her voice had softened again, not nearly as glacial as it had been outside, her fingers lightly going to her cloak and removing it to drape over the back of her chair. Once the article of outerwear was removed, her figure was revealed to be hourglass and shapely. She wore a tight black dress, with long chiffon sleeves, light and ice blue. There were little jewels along the shoulders and hemline, and her front came down low and revealing. The outfit itself was form fitting, hugging her in all the right ways, flaring at her hips and falling just past her knees in an uneven hemline. Taking her seat, she lifted her right leg over her left at the knee, showing off the knee high heeled black boots she wore while she waited for a waiter to approach and serve the pair of them. To ensure that Xoknath understood he could have a drink if he wanted, she made a small motion like she was drinking from an invisible cup on the table, tilting it back against her lips and setting it down again. S

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he wouldn’t starve or deprive him; that wasn’t Ariel’s way.

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More of the Common gibberish came from Ariel’s mouth, but Xoknath paid no mind as he looked down at her to receive any visual cues as to what she might want him to do with this new stream of unintelligible words. Seeing her look towards the crowded market, he nodded as he recognized that they would have to go through there if they were going to do anything other than stay in the slave area. Seeing her hand wave gingerly for him to follow her, he nodded and gave a simple grunt of affirmation, showing that he had received the silent instructions. Walking behind her as she started to venture towards the busy market, Xoknath looked up slowly at the orc auctioneer as they walked by, receiving a smirk from his cousin. The auctioneer touched his right fist to his left temple, a small sign of recognition that while Xoknath had become a slave, he still held the pride of being an orc. An odd show of disrespect to most that looked on was a perfectly acceptable gesture between two orcs. Xoknath returned the gesture before nodding and following after Ariel. Durgash had shown that he still respected the other orc, especially as he had taken the ruling from their gods in stride and was adjusting to his new life. A touch to the right temple is reserved for free orcs, but a touch to the left temple meant that the orc was still respectable and had the potential to be free again. If Xoknath had been making a scene or attacking his new mistress, Durgash would have hooked his index finger over one of his tusks before miming breaking it off. That was a sign reserved for those orcs that were disrespecting not only themselves but also their gods and therefore had forfeited the right to be seen as an orc. Keeping pace easily with Ariel as they moved through the market, Xoknath was not pleased with how the crowds ebbed and tried to get between him and his mistress. There were times he had to walk so close to her that his loincloth was pressed against her lower back as he held himself clo

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se enough to not let other patrons get between them. This method only worked if there was enough room in front of her for him to walk with his shoulders broadened. There were times where he had to turn his chest in order to keep close to her, but one time two dwarfs stepped out around her and blocked his path. Pausing for a moment to see if they would move, he growled a low warning when they wouldn’t. Grabbing the backs of their chainmail shirts, Xoknath pushed them out of his way so that he could walk between them and catch up to Ariel. Hearing them shouting behind him, Xoknath turned back and shouted back once he reached Ariel again, “Ditek’, t’e vortegh yek’ k’aylum! (Watch where you are walking!)” Rolling his eyes and grumbling to himself about the stupidity of t’zukner, or dwarves in Common, Xoknath walked behind Ariel and allowed his eyes to scan slowly over her. He could see the way the cloak moved and carefully gave hints to the beauty that lay underneath, but he kept his attention moving to how she seemed to be distressed as they moved through the market. She was having a hard time seeing and while she could have asked her to pick her up, Xoknath was not sure how she could have communicated that to him. It was not something he was going to try doing on a whim to try to anticipate her needs. Looking around the stalls, he saw a weapon shop to their left and felt his eyebrows raise as he saw several large poleaxes hanging behind the merchant. The human behind the counter looked at him for only a second, not valuing the attention that a slave could give to his craftsmanship as he looked for a potential patron. .

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Hearing Ariel speak again, Xoknath furrowed his brows in frustration at not being able to understand her. He would not make a verbal complaint as she likely did not know orcish, but also because if he made some kind of complaint, it could seem as if he was being insubordinate to his new mistress. He did not want the shame or punishment that would come from her of his gods for such and act, so he simply followed her as she made movements through the crowd to find whatever it was that they were looking for. He put his hands on people’s chests to stop them if they were about to walk between them, his patience for people cutting between them having dropped to zero. One elven man tried to grab Xoknath back to assert some kind of control over the large orc, but he simply lowered his face into the other man’s and snarled up his lip. Exposing his canine and tusk on one side, he pushed the man slightly before removing his hand from his chest and moving to follow Ariel. As they moved through the crowd, Xoknath watched as Ariel stopped for a moment to reach back and grab his arm gently before pulling him along with her. Walking with her and smirking slightly at the thought of being drug behind the much smaller elf, Xoknath looked ahead of them and saw the large tent with some standard walls built in places for added support. He had been inside there times before as a patron so as they approached, he was not surprised by the attitude of the doorkeeper. Seeing the grin on the man’s face and knowing his speech pattern in the broken orcish that he spoke, Xoknath lowered his jaw to expose his tusks and release a low, rolling growl. As he gathered the coins and glanced occasionally in the orc’s direction, Xoknath waited for Ariel to speak before leaning down and speaking in a guttural tone, “Sharzhvek’, vor norits’ dipch’ek’ nran, yev duk’ kkorts’nek’ dzer ts’ts’vats dzerrk’ery. (Move to touch her again and you will lose your fucking hands.)” The man went to say something, but sim

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ply shook his head as the gold provided by Ariel had been more than enough to cover a slight wound to his pride. Following Ariel as she walked into the large main room of the establishment, Xoknath raised his hands to hold them together at chest height. He looked comical, almost as if he was praying while walking, but it was the best way to keep his hands or arms from knocking into anyone. He had been in the establishment before as a free orc and did not care about bumping into anyone, but in his new station, he was required to be more careful and mindful of his actions. He saw the drawn curtains and smirked as they strode past the sounds of love making or raw fucking coming from the other side of the thin fabric. Snorting softly as he heard the words of an orc praising a nymph on her body, Xoknath followed Ariel with no comment as they approached the table she had chosen. Seeing the chair that she pointed at for him, he stood still and shook his head before pointing from his eyes to the entrance to the establishment. Speaking in a low voice, he walked behind her chair and shifted her slightly before adjusting his assigned chair and then sitting down, “Yes ch’em karogh tesnel durry aysteghits’. Yes petk’ e teghap’vokhem at’vorry. (I can’t see the door from here. I need to move the chair.)” .

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Hearing her softer words, Xoknath raised an eyebrow in slight confusion before his eyes moved to track her movements. Seeing the cloak fall away to display her dress which highlighted her figure for his eyes to enjoy, he looked away quickly and cleared his throat. He was supposed to be watching the door for her security, not ogling over her body. Looking over at the further movement, he caught sight of her boots and could not help but trace his eyes up them to the uneven cut of her dress. Looking further up her body to her chest, Xoknath turned away with a soft apology, “Knerek’. (I am sorry.)” Glancing back to the entrance, he saw her move her hand like a drink and nodded slowly, a small smile of gratitude playing at his lips. When the waiter came over, he waited for Ariel to order before speaking up, “Yes kts’ankanayi mi bazhak jur. (I would like a glass of water.)” @Fiory

The ice blue eyes watched him carefully when he had adjusted the seating arrangement. The gesture he made had been clear to her. He wanted to be able to watch the exit. Clever. She thought quietly, after sitting down. The waiter arrived not long afterwards, and Ariel was first to request her drink of choice. “An Elven wine please… and whatever my charge asks for, though please repeat it for me.” She said cordially. The waiter merely nodded, listening to Xoknath as he spoke in that harsh Orcish language. Ariel seemed a little perplexed. Just water? That’s all he wanted? Her brow quirked at him, glancing up and down as if inspecting him for the third or fourth time since purchase. Clever and odd… She expected that he would want some kind of ale or grog, or whatever else Orcs tended to prefer with regards to their drinking habits. Before the waiter turned to leave, Ariel reached out for his attention, asking quietly for a plate of food that would be acceptable for his kind. The help just looked at her perplexed, the look of questioning her sanity on the young server’s face. The elf just shrugged, matching his energy with a look that screamed ‘Look, if you don’t want a tip, then don’t bring it…’. The boy didn’t need telling twice, that look was enough for him to skedaddle off to put the order in. . Ariel didn’t know what Orcs tended to prefer as far as food was concerned. She was very sure that no matter how long Xoknath had been in the slaver’s “care” he very likely hadn’t eaten or drunk well. That wouldn’t do. The elven mage required her bodyguard to be well fed and healthy; How was he supposed to protect her if he was skin and bones, sickly and weak? While waiting, the mage watched his eyes. She may have softened her gaze towards him but that didn’t mean that she didn’t lose her sharp sense of detail. He hadn’t been subtle, letting his eyes travel over her body, especially when she had sat down and he got a glimpse of the dominatrix-like books she wore.

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. It was certainly an outfit that would be both sexually appealing and intimidating for those who didn’t know better.

17:27

. She had to have some way to protect herself. Showing herself as an intimidating mage, one capable of intense magic that could freeze the heart with just a look was something she had embraced while she tried to find a more capable warrior to serve as her weapon of choice as well as her shield. It wasn’t that she wasn’t capable, she absolutely could be lethal when he wanted to. That was the thing, it was only when she wanted to. And for the most part, Ariel was actually a fairly kindhearted soul. Her reputation had gone from a kindly mage at one point nearly a century ago, to an Ice Witch in what seemed like an overnight incident and there was nothing she had done so far that could change the public perception. Until of course enough years had gone by and those who knew her had passed away. Still, even with the reputation of a short and deadly mage assassin, the clothing at least that accompanied such a reputation was at least stylish and sexy to wear. Clearly, if it could be seen from Xoknath’s reaction to her, she was successful in that aspect. A gentle chuckle escaped her lips and she shook her head at him. She didn’t need to know Orcish to understand the apologetic look he had given her.

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. “Let’s begin, while we wait for refreshment.” Ariel said gently, reaching for a small thin hilt that was attached to her waist. To an untrained eye it would appear she was pulling out a small thin dagger of some kind, but upon closer inspection the blue and white object was more a decoratively carved stick. It glittered in the dim light of the establishment and the private booth they sat in. Thoughtfully, Ariel tapped her nose a little with the end of the wand, which obediently left her features alone. What to establish first, was the question on her mind. It took her a moment before she decided simplicity would work best. They could work on more complex communication later. Lifting her wand off her nose, she tapped the table in front of her, letting a soft frost spread over the table for her to use as a tool. It made the furniture glitter and was cold to the touch, but did not melt or dissipate. At least, it wouldn’t until Ariel dismissed the prestidigitation spell she’d cast. . ”Avavaen” Ariel said gently, watching as the frost lifted from the table to form the word “Yes” in the air. She smiled and nodded, looking over at Xoknath, and indicating the nod of her head meant Yes, same as the Elvish word she had said. She was going to use this as a way to translate, letting her magic do some of the work til she knew enough to understand what he was saying and vice versa. Now, he said a word earlier… I’m pretty sure I know what it was based on his face, but just in case…

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. ”Knerek.” Her accent for Orcish was a little to be desired, but the word was pronounced well enough that the frost changed. Instead of showing “Yes” on the table, it shifted to show the words “I am sorry” instead. Ariel just smiled, looking back up at him after the words had formed and shaking her head again at him. “Nothing to be sorry for Xoknath.” Ariel responded quietly, as if answering him when he spoke a few moments ago. It didn’t take long for the server to return, a bottle and chalice for Ariel’s wine and a large tankard of water for Xoknath. The food she’d asked about would likely come later, which was perfectly acceptable to the elf. As long as it arrived eventually for him. Her gaze went to her wine, and she quietly filled the chalice with the glittering gold liquid, replacing the bottle again once she had filled the glass enough. The frost on the table would at least assist in translating for the two of them, having been accustomed to both Elvish and Orc speak now. All Xoknath would need to do is speak and the frost would form the words in Common for Ariel to understand. She was hoping from there she could actually teach him Common, so that she wouldn’t have to use her magic every time she needed him to do something. Since Orcs didn’t have a written language, this was the best way that Ariel thought of in order to communicate with him. At least at first.

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. For a time, Ariel stayed fairly quiet, taking a sip of the wine she had poured herself and watching Xoknath’s reaction, waiting to see if he would say anything at all to her. Just to make sure he understood, at least as best as he could given the circumstances, Ariel waved her hand in a circular motion, indicating that he was free to speak if he wanted to, or if he had anything in particular he’d like to say. She was inviting him to speak, ask a question or anything at all. In a booth nearby, the loud sounds of a nymph enjoying the explicit actions of their partner made Ariel quirk her brow at the sound. For the most part she could ignore the sexual sounds that this place would often be serenaded with in these private booths, though it was impressive when a particular vocalist was able to shatter the relative tranquility of them with their concerts. “Sounds like they’re having… a good time at least.” The comment was said quietly, a light snicker lacing the edges of it.

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@Himbo Tie

Seeing the way that Ariel looked at him after the waiter repeated his order, Xoknath could not help but shrug slightly. He had figured it was better for him to order water rather than an alcoholic beverage, thinking that this was another test like when she walked around his body earlier. He would have preferred a tankard of ale like he would usually have when visiting such a place as this, but with his new station came new responsibilities. A free orc can drink himself drunk and then choose how he will defend himself or interact with others, for that was his right to make those decisions for himself. As a slave, his duty was to do what his owner told him. At the slave auction, she had needed his help defending her from those men that wanted to use her and hurt her. Ariel had rewarded Xoknath with a kiss on the forehead and a show of genuine thanks and kindness, which was the first that he had experienced since being enslaved. With those rewards for how he had reacted in mind, Xoknath stood to reason that Ariel wanted him to be a bodyguard or something of that style. He could not very well protect her if he was too busy tripping over himself and spilling his alcohol while trying to confront a threat to her safety. Not only that, but water was a free beverage that restaurants would offer as long as someone in the party actually purchased something. Ale or grog would have cost money, and with the amount Ariel had spent on him already, Xoknath could not, in good faith to his gods, ask her to spend more money on him. Watching the short exchange over the food, Xoknath could not understand what was said, but he could see the expressions shared between the two of them. Smirking as the waiter left after Ariel had given a very stern glare, Xoknath chuckled softly before speaking, “Na karogh e ink’n iren jghaynats’nel. (He might piss himself.)” .

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Xoknath felt as if he had been caught with his hand in the proverbial mammoth cheese sack, his eyes looking at the way Ariel chuckled when she thought of how he had been looking over her body. He had to admit that she had a very exotic beauty to her, and in another time, she would have been a beautiful woman to capture and barter for good amounts of resources. Even now, with his world view having to alter to fit his new role in life, he had to admit that she carried a very nice level of beauty with her. Her facial features were very pleasing to look at, especially when she had relaxed herself in order to not see him as merchandise. Her body was also very nice, giving any onlooker a very nice view to see, if they were lucky enough to see her with the cloak discarded. Looking over slowly as if trying to be sneaky, he gazed past her boots that caught his eye and to her abdomen where her waist drew in between her waist and bosom. Xoknath had never been with a non-orc and despite his better judgement not to let his mind wander, he looked back towards the door and did just that. Orcish women were not as big as their male counterparts for the most part, but they were made of sterner stuff in much the same way. Raised to endure hardships as if they were the norm, orcish women were generally thicker in comparison to women of other species. Humans, and elves it seemed, were known for keeping their women as thin as possible, for a thicker or stronger human woman simply meant that their life was not of high enough quality to afford them the luxury of a life of aforementioned luxury. His cheeks warmed as he thought of the sex that he had had with orcish women versus what the smaller women might be able to handle. Clenching his jaw as he focused his eyes on the table in front of him, he looked over when he heard Ariel speaking. .

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Looking down as Ariel went to draw her dagger from her waist, Xoknath quirked an eyebrow as he looked down at it, curious as to why she hadn’t pulled that while she was being attacked earlier. It was only after she had drawn it out completely that he recognized what it was, having seen many of its cousins wielded by mages that he had fought alongside or against. At the end of the day, Xoknath fought for his stronghold, but he had been sent by his chieftain to fight on various different conflicts, sometimes switching sides within a week of fighting with one side if the payout for the stronghold was high enough. Loyalty was meant for the stronghold and your chieftain, anyone else that you wanted to care about would have to settle with the fact that they would be tertiary in your eyes when it came to judging their importance. Looking down at the ice on the table, he lifted his arms and placed them on his thighs in order to avoid interfering with the spell. Hearing the word coming from Ariel’s mouth before the frost shaped into some script that Xoknath could not understand, he watched her as she nodded with exaggeration as if to show him what word she was saying. Preparing to respond with his word for yes, he could not help but chuckle softly at her pronunciation of the orcish word. Shaking his head, he repeated the work with a hard K sound at the end, with a breath extended past the end of the K. “Knerek’.” Smiling as the magic shaped to only reform the same words, Xoknath looked at the words and pointed at each letter, sounding out the letters as best as he could, “Ee ahm sorrye.” Grinning, he looked to Ariel before looking at the magic and saying, “Ayo’.” Laughing softly as it brought up the word ‘Yes,’ Xoknath said, “Yes.” Chuckling as the word shook before turning into ‘I,’ Xoknath leaned back in his chair and shook his head. He had learned to read the writing of Common while fighting, but he had no idea how to speak it. .

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Taking a sip of his water, Xoknath read the words that came up in the frost, a smirk coming to his lips at Ariel’s comment about the nymph in the nearby booth. Looking at her and shaking his head while raising his eyebrows, he took a sip of the water before speaking, “Nrank’ amot’ ch’giten. (They know no shame.)” It was not a statement of shamefulness or trying to say the nymph was wrong in her actions. Orcish sexual relations were done in the communal longhouse, sometimes in front of others whenever the mood struck the individuals taking place. No, the comment was more one made out of feeling impressed that the nymph would be so vocal. Gesturing at the water in his tankard, he took a sip before speaking slowly so that the magic could keep up with him, “Yes mtatsets’i, vor lavaguynn e zgon linel. Yet’e yes alkohol ogtagortsev, yes ch’ap’azants’ sheghvats klinev k’ez pashtpanelu hamar. Dra hamar du indz gnets’ir, vor k’ez pashtpanem? (I figured it was best that I be alert. If I had gotten alcohol, I would have been too distracted to protect you. That is why you bought me, to protect you?)” His eyes locked with hers for a moment, waiting to get her answer before he would continue speaking. The waiter returned with a plate filled with three grilled steaks, two grilled chicken breasts, and a half loaf of brown bread. He also brough a pitcher of water as a refill for Xoknath’s tankard so that he would not have to return for some time. Nodding his thanks to the man, Xoknath grabbed the fork and knife that came with the dish and cut off a piece of steak which he placed in his mouth and started to chew happily. @Fiory

In silence sipping on her wine Ariel glanced at the frost bitten words that formed as her charge began to speak to her. His words were harsh and painful to the ears, but she didn’t seem to mind the otherwise brutish words of the Orc language. She didn’t necessarily want to jump into learning the primitive speech, but Ariel was first and foremost an academic. Most mages tended to be. Learning about the world around them and the different sources they could pull their magic from was essential to being an effective mage after all. As the words formed and reformed with each word he spoke, she would give a gentle nod here and there in understanding. Ah, so he wouldn’t have minded, he was more being serious about his role. Consideration I suppose… She thought quietly, setting her wine glass down as the waiter presented a platter in front of the Orc. As she expected, not a single green on the plate; nothing but meat and bread. Not like she would judge him for the diet he kept. He couldn’t help what he ate or chose to. “Yes you are correct Xoknath” Ariel began slowly, allowing the frost to write out in common her words. It hadn’t been lost on her that he could read common at least, so the words would help him to understand what she was saying at least. Associate the word with her mouth sounds. “I bought you, as a Bodyguard. As you saw earlier, I tend to attract unfavorable individuals. I needed someone who can protect me so I can live my life.” Ariel paused, allowing the frost to catch up and keep the words hanging for him to read.

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. “While I have paid for you, I am not cruel or uncaring.” She continued slowly, pointing at the food and the water he had. “In return for your loyalty and service, I will keep you well fed and watered. I see it as my duty as your Mistress to care for you and your needs.” From the table over, the nymph gave a cry out signaling she had either released in orgasmic bliss or had expertly faked it for the patron in her booth. Ariel rolled her eyes a little at the timing of said noise before taking another sip of her wine. No Shame indeed “That reminds me…” she said thoughtfully, her gaze becoming a little piercing even though she didn’t look angry or upset. She mostly looked teasing at the Orc before her. “If you were trying to get my attention before while you stroked yourself on stage…I hope you are satisfied with the outcome?” It was said as a dare, almost in jest though as she more or less wanted to see how he would react. It had been a lewd and rude gesture to the crowd, though because of where she had stood, it certainly looked to her as well as the other onlookers of the auction that this Orc was pleasuring himself in her presence. Ariel would be lying to herself as well as anyone else in the area if inquired about it, if she were to say that his physique was the only thing that had caught her attention. She was still a woman after all and although a brief glance was all she really needed to inspect the weapon between his legs, she had of course inspected all of her new purchase.

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. “I do expect that you learn Common at least, in order for us to communicate better.” Ariel continued on, taking her hand and idly pulling her long silvery hair behind an ear when it fell gently onto the side of her face. “I do not expect you to learn Elvish. I may pick up words here and there, but as you Corrected me earlier, Orc Speech is not my strongest language.” Her foot began to fall asleep so without thinking about it she lightly uncrossed her legs only to lift the opposite leg and cross it over it’s counterpart. Her icey eyes had noticed his glances towards her, and while expected she hadn’t minded. Let him look at his beautiful Mistress if that was what he wanted to do. It was flattering to the elven mage. Most who looked her way either did so out of lustful pity or if they knew of her past they looked with disdain or fear. “Now… All that said… I would like to know more about you.” Ariel said gently, softly swirling the golden liquid in her hand while she waited. “I make it a personal duty of mine to know as much about my slaves and servants as I can….Tell me why you were sent to be a slave in the first place.” The words glittered in place before they swirled and cleared, waiting for the Orc’s response to Ariel’s inquiry.

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@Himbo Tie

Despite what people thought of orcs in their stereotypes or bedtime stories, they were a clean fold when it came to eating. Xoknath used the knife and fork with ease, eating the first steak quickly as it had been a week since he had had a meaningful meal. The slavers fed them porridge every day to keep them fit enough to perform their duties, but it was only once a week that they were given a true meal with actual protein in it. It was a measure to maintain the physique of the slaves so that they could be bought, while still keeping them lethargic enough that they could not fight back. He had not been captured for long, so thankfully his reserves were not shot, but he had seen some humans that were struggling to even move in their pins. They were soon discovered to be too weak to sell and were discarded of. Savoring the steak in his mouth, Xoknath looked over to Ariel as she began speaking, his eyes shifting to the magic for a translation. His assumptions had been correct then, he would be her bodyguard until he failed to meet her expectations or died for the cause of her protection. This was an honorable position that he could have been given as a slave. It was one that offered him the opportunity to die in combat rather than dying from exhaustion in some mine, a pick in his hands and a taskmaster behind him with a whip. He listened to her as he read the words in frost, and a sarcastic yet joking smile formed on his lips as he pointed at the words ‘unfavorable individuals’ in the frosty font. Lowering his hand and taking a sip of his water, he glanced towards the door before getting another piece of steak and putting it in his mouth to chew as he listened and read. .

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Looking to the food and water as she referenced it, Xoknath nodded slowly as a form of silent thanks. He did not want to interrupt her as she spoke or stop the spell from doing its job, so he kept his words to himself until there was a moment to speak. Glancing over to the neighboring booth as the nymph cried out followed by a growling moan from the orc that had been fucking her, Xoknath could not help the smirk that came over his lips as he heard the orc praising their goddess of sex in their native tongue. Such a profession was not done very often as she was a fickle bitch, sometimes known to remove a man’s genitalia if he called out to her after not performing as well as he had the last time that he praised her. Waiting a moment for there to be a bellow of pain, Xoknath nodded approvingly as he acknowledged that the other orc must have truly performed well and drawn an authentic orgasm from his nymph partner. Seeing Ariel’s gaze shift from one of curiosity to more of a piercingly teasing glare, Xoknath raised his eyebrows and looked from her to the words in frost. Chuckling softly as he grinned and took another bite of steak, he looked at her in a playful side-eye before offering her a wink. Swallowing the meat, he turned towards her and spoke in a playful tone, “Yet’e yes imanayi, vor du ays t’iknots’i tak ayspisi tesk’ unes, ch’em kartsum, vor karogh ei indz kangnets’nel gagat’naketin hasneluts’. Hajord angam, yerb kuzenak’, vor yes yeluyt’ unenam dzez hamar, yes aveli uzh khaghordem hima, yerb gitem, t’e irakanum inch’pisi tesk’ unek’. Yes karogh yem dzer geghets’kut’yany hamapataskhan govasank’ tal. (If I had known you looked like this underneath that cloak, I don't think I could have stopped myself from climaxing. Next time you want me to perform for you, I will add more vigor now that I know how you truly look. I can give your beauty the appropriate praise.)” .

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Looking over her frame again, he let his eyes idle on her ample breasts and the cleavage that he could see above the top of her dress. He wanted desperately to reach out and touch her, but he instead shifted his eyes to her eyes and spoke while his golden hues looked seriously into her own blues, “Im havatarmut’yunn u tsarrayut’yuny k’vonn e minch’ev ayn ory, yerb yes mahanam, kam du npatakaharmar khamares indz azatel. Yes kpashtpanem k’ez aynpes, kartses im kyank’y kakhvats e k’vo anvtangut’yunits’, inch’pes yev da kakhvats e. Voch’inch’ k’ez ch’i dipch’i, manavand voch’ mi angam, yerb yes zinvats linem yev durs gts’em. Ays vichakum yes ch’em karogh dzez irakan anvtangut’yun arrajarkel. Yerb yes zinvem, yes k’ez hamar kverts’nem ashkharhi banaknery, k’ani vor da im partakanut’yunn e. (My loyalty and service are yours until the day that I die, or you deem it appropriate to free me. I will protect you as if my life depends on your safety, as it does. Nothing will touch you, especially not once I am armed and kitted out. In this state, I cannot offer you true safety. Once I am armed, I will take on the armies of the world for you, as that is my duty.)” Finishing off the first steak, he watched her mouth as she spoke, and he looked to the words. He needed the words, but he would have rather kept his eyes on the gentle movements of her lips and tongue as she formed these strange words. Smirking at the way she said he corrected her, he shrugged before speaking as she shifted her leg, “Yes mtatsets’i, vor kts’ankanayik’ imanal. (I thought you would like to know)” Watching her leg move slowly, he breathed in and looked to the door, avoiding giving in anymore to the temptation of looking at her body. Seeing her ask about his past, he nodded slowly before taking a long swallow of his water and then speaking. .

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“Im henaketi vra hardzakvel yen, yerb menk’ k’nats eink’. Tghamardik, orkner, u elfer yekan arshavank’ov spanelu mer pahaknerin, nakhk’an nerkhuzhets’in mer yndhanur tun yev brrnevn mezanits’ nrants’, ovk’er k’nats kam utum ein. Yes k’nats ei, yev nrank’ indz art’nats’rin՝ harvatselov glkhis. Mez hanets’in mer henaketits’ u shght’ayets’in. (My stronghold was attacked while we were sleeping. Men, orcs, and elves came charging in to kill our sentries before breaking into our communal home and capturing those of us that were asleep or eating. I was asleep and they woke me by hitting me over the head with a bludgeon. We were taken out of our stronghold and put in chains.)” Xoknath took a large bite of his bread and let his lip curl up in disgust and anger as he chewed it. .

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Looking over at her as the words slowly dissipated, he spoke slowly, “Mer krony mez argelum e payk’arel strkut’yan kapank’neri dem. Mer kyank’i yurak’anch’yur gortsoghut’yun voroshvum e mer astvatsneri koghmits’, usti indz kapogh shght’aneri dem payk’arely srbapghtsut’yun klini. Menk’ dem klinevnk’ mer astvatsneri ts’ankut’yany, kartses kartsum yenk’, vor menk’ nrants’its’ lav gitenk’. Sa asum yem dzez, vorpeszi imanak’, vor dzer dem ch’em krrvelu yev ch’em p’vordzelu arrajadrvel. Indz hamar amot’ali klini p’akhch’elu p’vordzy. Aynuamenayniv, yes khndrum yem, vor duk’ derrevs hog tanek’ im masin, k’ani vor yes kts’ankanayi, vor hnaravorut’yun yndzerrver zohvel martum. Yes ch’em uzum merrnel sovits’ kam vat verabermunk’its’. (Our religion forbids us from fighting against the bonds of slavery. Every action of our lives is decided by our gods, so to fight against the chains binding me would be sacrilegious. We would be going against our gods's wishes for us, as if we think we know better than them. I tell you this to let you know that I will not fight against you or try to run. It would be shameful for me to try to escape. However, I ask that you still take care of me, as I would like the opportunity to die in battle. I do not want to die from starvation or mistreatment.)” @Fiory

“As I said..” Ariel’s words lightly passed from her lips, letting the frost in front of them write them out elegantly in front of him to read. “As long as you do the job that I have purchased you for then I have no problem caring for you as needed. You will be well fed, never thirst…and…” The elven mage paused, letting the words hang for a moment while a playful suggestive smirk rose on her pretty face. “Your needs will be met accordingly.” It wasn’t lost on the mage how he looked at her. How his eyes scanned her features, how when she moved her legs or shifted in her chair ever so gently that his eyes would track her movements. It also wasn’t lost on her that each time he caught himself doing so, he would dart his gaze towards the door as if he was trying to hide the looks he would give to her. Interesting… At least he’s fun to play with She thought, a little wickedly. Perhaps she had earned the title of Ice Witch correctly. Listening to the violence that had brought him there, didn’t surprise Ariel at all. Usually slaves were taken in this manner. A fight or a conflict of some kind, a raid or a kidnapping. It was always violent. No one ever went to the slave pens on their own accord unless they had no where else to go and it was their only chance at getting some kind of meal while they awaited death. It was a horrific trade, though it wasn’t like the buyers were not without their own amount of guilt in it. Ariel single handedly supported the trade today with her purchase, as necessary as it was. The elven woman had tried at many points in her life to hire a legitimate warrior, someone to protect her when she could not protect herself. Each time the mercenary or paladin or other such knight of ‘noble’ birth and valor would find another that they could throw their allegiance to. Usually for more coin. At least the slaves were loyal in their own forced way and kept to their oaths of remaining at her side until she freed them or until they perished. Which, u

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sually was what happened.

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. This was also why Ariel tried to be kind and compassionate in a way to the ones she purchased. Despite where they came from, for the most part none of them had the choice in becoming a slave. She found beating and whipping them into submission never produced the loyalty that providing them with a good hot meal and a satisfying drink for their thirst would. So even though she was as cold as the ice she cast, there was a warmth about her. Ariel liked to be kind to those around her, to show that she was gentle and fair like the beauty she sported; it just never panned out that way and often her reputation would force her hand into showing just how frigid she could truly be. Watching quietly as he ate, noting the manners he seemed to already know to show and listening to him when he paused between bites to speak with her, Ariel made mental notes of her new charge. Her glass half empty, she took a little longer swig of the sparkling golden liquid in her chalice, before setting the glass down again to wait and observe. Violently brought into slavery, but religious in the ways that he would perform while in servitude. His religious strictly forbidding him from escape or from attempting such a thing. That at least was interesting, and gave her a bit of a relief. She hated having to end the life of one she had purchased because they decided that working for her and protecting a witch was not something they wanted to continue doing. Death would be easier, cleaner and welcomed instead. These decisions usually came about because of an unfortunate circumstance where Ariel had to use her magic in more than just a translation or branding sort of way. It wasnt’ often thankfully, but when it did happen there was always an appropriate level of disappointment when her wand had to assume the form of a guillotine instead of the tool that it actually was. .

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Her mind brought her to the other comments he decided to make and a light flush ran across her left cheek over her sharp little nose and fell sweetly over her right. Had he seen her fully, as she was now, he would not have held himself back and let himself finish there on the stage? For her enjoyment it seemed. Did he believe that this was the proper way to show appreciation for the beauty and body of another that one finds attractive? Perhaps it is an Orc thing… one I would have a hard time understanding Ariel though, deciding to test the water a little and see how far she could push this orc male of hers. . “I see…” she said gently, her arms crossing in front of her to act as a perch while she leaned forward on the table. Her chest bulged softly, making it difficult to ignore the mounds that now rested over her arms with the low cut of her dress. “Perhaps I shouldn’t have worn my cloak then… allowed you to finish as you would have liked… If it is such a compliment.” She continued, a small snicker on her lips at the thought. “For elves, it’s a bit of an insult to stroke your, weapon of choice in public like that. It means that you see the other as nothing but trash in order to defile, something unworthy of the care and detail they need in order to finish themselves. While you would have climaxed and enjoyed yourself, I would have been left unsatisfied…” Her eyes slowly blinked at him, shifting her weight a little in the chair while she waited for the frost to translate and be ready to translate again. . “If you truly wish to show your appreciate for a beautiful figure that you have become transfixed with, then the best way to do that would be to help them to release. Coax a climax from them before your own.” It was a simple concept. If you liked it enough to want to fuck it, then prepare it tenderly first before you do. She lingered like this for a moment longer, wanting to see how much she could tease him before Ariel leaned back again, taking her wine and

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finishing the glass. As she poured herself another, allowing him the time to eat and drink himself, she nodded acknowledging another topic he had mentioned to her. .

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“Yes, a weapon and armor would go well for you. We can stop by the weaponsmith of your choosing in order to procure a custom set for you. And before you ask, no, I do not care what the cost will end up being.” Her lips found the edge of her glass again as she said this. It wasn’t that she was fabulously wealthy, it was more that she had earned her fortune decades ago, and for the most part she worked when she needed to in order to supplement that income or buy the slaves and materials she needed. The gold she spent today while extravagant to most was usually collected with a month's worth of her mage work. Being over a century old and prolific in her magical abilities, it didn’t take Ariel long to acquire the funds she needed in order to continue her craft or splurge on outings such as this. “As long as the price be fair, then you shall have your weapon and armor.” She continued, letting the golden liquid swirl a little in her glass. Elven wine wasn’t without it’s alcohol content, and by the soft expression on her face the second glass would likely need to be her last. She hadn’t ordered food for herself and she was for the most part a vegetarian so eating the meat provided on his plate would not satisfy her. Indeed the frost on the table was threatening to melt if she lost focus too much so she set the glass down to allow her body time to settle and for the alcohol to dissipate and calm instead of hinder her words and actions.

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@Himbo Tie

Xoknath could not help but allow his eyebrows to raise slightly as the elf before him promised to take care of his base dietary needs as well as others that had been racing through his mind as he had been sitting here. The image rushed through his mind, his elven mistress laying back on the table with her magic dancing over her to translate her moans of pleasure as he fucked her mercilessly. The idea brought blood rushing to his crotch, and his loincloth grew significantly tighter as he could feel his member reacting to such an imaginative future. He could hear her voice now in his mind, this cool lilting voice that she spoke with breaking in cries of pleasure and incoherent sounds as he filled her effortlessly. He could see the bulge in her stomach that would be formed by his cock pressing up through her, but he tried to turn his attention back to his food. His cheeks were a darker shade of green, the black blood moving through his veins to darken his skin in the fashion of a blush. He could not believe he had had such raw and sexual thoughts about the woman beside him, but he would be lying to say he didn’t enjoy the results. Shifting slightly in his chair to allow his manhood to shift in the loincloth, Xoknath grunted softly before looking back to Ariel and nodding slowly, his words coming in Orcish with a thickness given to them by his hopefully hidden arousal, “Thank you mistress, I appreciate your mindfulness for what I will need to defend you and perform my role to its fullest. I will not disappoint you, and I hope that you will get every use from me that you desire.” .

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Xoknath fully meant his words to Ariel, as he had no misconception on the importance of the slave trade. He had spent decades adding people to it, their ways of life stripped away for the new addition of an iron collar around their neck and shackles on their wrists and ankles. There were some jobs that you could not hire a person to do, for they had questionable safety regulations or working conditions. Those jobs were best filled by a slave, something that no longer had the luxury of being a person. They were tools, living instruments meant for the sole purpose of making progress for the greater good. Slaves were meant to be used however their new owners deemed fit, so he hoped that he could honor his gods well enough by performing his duties to Ariel in the best ways he could manage. This meant he was open to any command she brought to him. He was not afraid of death and had been living on borrowed time from the moment he first picked up and axe and slew an enemy. He had made his presence to the world and his gods known, presenting himself as someone that would make a change to the world through his violence. He had taken enough lives and ruined enough plans that he knew he was cursed to eventually die, so he had no reason to run from this eventuality. Some Orcs approached this similar thought by fighting with reckless abandon, opting to forgo the weight of armor so that they could fight in fierce displays of trust in the gods and a willingness to die to bring glory. Xoknath opted for heavy armor, something that would protect him so that he could continue bringing glory and death without the risk of his menace being cut short by an errant blow or random arrow strike. .

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Seeing the flush across her cheeks as he made his comment about climaxing on stage for her, Xoknath gave one last glare to the front door before turning his attention to Ariel. The light rose coming across her cheeks did nothing to lessen his desire to fuck her on this table, though it was not so much a selfish desire of wanting her for himself. He wanted to serve her well, and he knew that he could please her if he was given the opportunity. The nymph would be given a lesson in what moans should sound like if Ariel gave Xoknath the order and permission to fuck her here. His need to please her grew only more intense as he watched her lean forward, her breasts being forced upwards to bring them more into focus for his eyes. Biting his lower lip as he let his eyes settle obviously on her attractive mounds, Xoknath released a low moan of desire before turning his eyes to the translating magic. Listening to her words and feeling his lips rise in a small smirk of their own at her light chuckle, Xoknath reached his left hand out and placed it on the back of Ariel’s chair. Settling his right forearm on the table next to her, Xoknath lowered his voice and spoke in a soft whisper, “Orcs do not view it as an insult, as it is common in our customs to lay with your lover and mate in public. We feel no need to hide our love or passion for one another, so it is a display of desire to stroke oneself to climax for your lover to see how they bring out your carnal needs. It is a show of how much we treasure the other one, as we do not feel the need to hide them away from others, nor do we hide our want to have them. Hiding them and our interest behind closed doors or under hides that keep our bodies hidden, that would be a true dishonor.” .

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Xoknath grinned as he let the words translate before he let his left hand shift slightly to trail his thumb down her spine from her shoulder blades to her midback. Removing his touch and putting it back on her chair, the Orc looked into Ariel’s eyes before continuing in the same voice, “We Orcs are hardy folk. It takes much more than one climax to render us unable to complete the sexual appreciation of those that we are transfixed on. We know how to bring pleasure to our lovers, as we will climax to signal our desire, but then we focus ourselves on their pleasure. I have been known to drive several climaxes from my lovers before I ever let my member inside of them, and then the pleasure begins anew. Do not worry, mistress. If you require that I bring you pleasure in my time as your slave, I will not leave you disappointed.” Offering her yet another wink and grin, Xoknath looked down at her breasts again and over her body slowly before sitting back and settling himself in his chair again. Looking to the front of the building before finishing the last of his steak, he took a quick inventory of his plate and saw that he only had a whole chicken and half a loaf of bread left. Drinking some of his water before ripping off one of the leg quarters, he started to eat it with his fork and spoon while looking up at the translating words again. .

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Looking to her as she spoke of purchasing him arms and armor, Xoknath nodded before gesturing towards the front of the tavern slowly. He swallowed his food before looking to Ariel and speaking in a confident tone, “The armor will take time and I likely won’t be able to get what I truly require unless you are willing to stay at the market for the next few days. However, I will be able to find a mail hauberk and weapons for a reasonable price, I am certain. If you have a forge at your home, then I can find the material and tools needed to work steel at your home. At that point, I can forge my own armor as time permits and we will not have to stay here longer than necessary. I am not an armorsmith, but I do know how to work the forge. I would prefer we find an armorsmith that can take my measurements and deliver armor to you, but that depends on the price and your willingness, mistress.” He watched the way she swirled her drink and could not help the small smirk that danced across his lips. She was giving every sign of someone who had drank a little faster than they intended, and while the free Orc in his mind saw an opportunity to have fun, the slave that he was remembered that it was not his place. Rather than being drawn to her by her weakened inhibitions, he let his eyes gaze across the tavern for a potential threat that wanted to capitalize on her current state. Finishing the chicken quickly and then the bread, Xoknath pushed the platter back before downing the remainder of his water. Refilling the tankard from the pitcher of water, he glanced over to Ariel for an idea of what they would now be doing. Would they be going for his arms and armor or was there more she wished to discuss. He wanted to know more, but it was not his place to drive the conversation. @Fiory

“See that you don’t.” Ariel responded, a light smile on her face when she read that he would not disappoint her. That he would let her use him for what she desired, and protect her as was purchased to do so. That is the point of course She thought to herself, calmly sipping at her wine as he continued to speak, responding to each of her inquiries in turn. One thing she did seem to enjoy, was the darker flush that came to his cheeks, noticing the darker green shade across his face. It was clear this was an Orc’s way of blushing with the way it spread across his face. It almost made him look a bit more endearing to her, and she enjoyed seeing this tough, muscular and formidable warrior, flush like a typical male would at her body and words. She was curious as to how far he would go, how much he would do for her if commanded. The curiosity would stew for a while as she continued to sip her second glass of wine and read the answers that floated in the air. He was getting to a point of countering her Elvish sexual ways with his own Orcish ones. Her lips turned ever so gently into a slight frown listening to him, though she couldn’t deny the idea of being taken in a public space, shown for all to see just how much pleasure she was receiving in comparison to any or all of them was enticing. That they were beneath her in a way with how passionate an Orc lover would show the world just how much she was needed and beloved. Beloved… That was a word she rarely used to describe herself. No one cared for her, not even her own kind. The only attention she received sexually was the one she paid for, and it was too expensive to find quality whores who didn’t know who she was. Much less adequate enough to even give her a climactic satisfaction. Perhaps that was why he had captured her attention so much. So easy to display himself, no shame or shyness to show off just how much he wanted her. He… wants me? Is that correct? She thought, continuing to listen though her eyes trail

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ed over him curiously. Sure she had been teasing him, noticing how he shifted, how he moved in his chair uncomfortably. But she hadn’t taken a good hard look. Now however, she allowed it, letting her curiosity dictate where she let her eyes wander.

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. She wouldn’t get to look him up for long. Ariel had been slouching a little but at the light caress of his thumb down her back she immediately straightened, even arching a little at the touch. As quickly as it had happened, and as much as she seemed to enjoy it, his thumb removed itself back to the chair it had come from. Blinking, Ariel peered up at him to listen to every word he said. She couldn’t understand the Orcish she heard, but periodically she would check the translation in the frost above the table. Ariel found herself repeating herself from before with his statement, no more his declaration to her. “See… that you don’t…I will hold you to that Xoknath…” Truthfully, Ariel had been dissatisfied with most every slave she’d ever purchased. Pleasure or Protection. None of them had stood tall enough to allow her into the euphoria she desperately wished to enter. It wasn’t for their lack of trying, is was often their lack of experience or they were too meek, too selfish, too rough or too soft. Often they would finish before she could, and it had always been a disappointment she had buried wholeheartedly. Ariel was starting to think it was her, that no one would be good enough to get her to the state that she could get herself to. It was possible, she knew it was, she had just never gotten there without having to assist her partner in the act. For once, she just wanted to let someone else take her there instead of having to steer the ship on her own. So the prospect that his Orc, that Xoknath not only had the desire but the focus and drive to deliver that ecstasy to his lovers before he fucked them fully was incredibly enticing. A good purchase indeed, if he can pull it off of course…

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. Clearing her throat a little, realizing she’d inadvertently finished half her glass again, Ariel quickly put the glass down. She wasn’t regulating herself like she should have been. Additionally, she was beginning to think that the wine she was served was much higher content then a normal Elven wine would be. She was a bit of a lightweight, but not usually this bad. I did drink this on an empty stomach… that could be it… she thought, enjoying a bit of the fuzzy haze that was setting in on her vision. The wine made everything warm, and lowered those icy walls she kept so frigidly solid around her. So perhaps it was a good thing she was lightly buzzed speaking with him. “I understand. If you prefer to make it yourself, then I will order the materials for you...” She began, before listening to the rest of his statement. Her estate did have a forge; it was normally used to mend smaller weapons like short swords and daggers, but it was certainly adequate enough to build larger pieces of armor or to refine and craft larger blades as needed. Ariel rarely used it, but it was there if he wanted or so chose to take up the weaponsmithing craft. She shook her head a little at him after he finished his statement, her silvery blonde locks of hair dancing around her face at the movement.

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. “I already told you… Price means nothing to me. So if that is preferred instead, then we can stay here in the market as long as necessary. There is an inn at the end of the lane we can rent a room from. They charge fairly for their overnight guests… and their beds are rather comfortable if memory serves correctly.” The conversation moving towards lodging had Ariel turning her thoughts back to their previous conversation topic. Leaning back, cutting herself off a bit from her delectable wine glass, Ariel turned in her chair so she was facing him a little easier. “I am curious,” she began, a sparkle of devilish delight in those icy blue eyes. “If I were to command you, how willing would you be to obey? Or depending on the circumstances, would you take the charge if given the permission to do so in the task I present?” It was a more complicated way of asking the question than she had meant to be. Her head wondered how much he really wanted her. How much did he desire her, enough to stroke himself in public, enough to bulge at the table with her while conversing, enough to flush a darker sage over his face at her appearance. It intrigued her that anyone, Orc or otherwise, desired her as much as he seemed to. It was a new and overall exciting prospect for the woman. To be wanted. To be desired. Even by one she owned. She had teased him and taunted him with her shifting legs and bosom and shapely figure, and while that was all well and good fun, Ariel was now feeling quite serious in her inquiry.

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. “I suppose I should ask right out then, for curiosity's sake…” Ariel said softly, tilting her head in a sweet manner as she searched her face for the answer she was looking for. “If I were to ask you to prove it.. Your prowess sexually… could you or.. Would you?” It was almost a dare. So he said that he could drive several orgasms from his lovers before even entering them? That was quite the statement. Quite the claim. The icy witch of the mountains was skeptical, but curious all the same. Could he, or would he actually be able to prove such a thing? Ariel was interested either way, in the display or in continuing their shopping. Leaning forward, she let her hand tap on his thigh under the table, looking up at him with a clarity that seemed forced in those eyes, urging herself to be steady. “Lets go to the armorsmith, and then perhaps if you are up for the task afterwards, I will ask that of you.” It was clear she could be convinced otherwise, and she wondered if he would push back. Either way, paying for a broken table wasn’t really in her itinerary today, and she was sure the thing would not survive if Xoknath decided that this was the space to prove it to her. Despite how much she would have let him at this point. Or at least, let him try.

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@Himbo Tie

“See… that you don’t…I will hold you to that Xoknath…” As the wine glass took the short and frequent path back-and-forth from the table to Ariel’s mouth, Xoknath smirked as he looked over her body, his eyes flitting to the words over the table as he read them. He could hear the pauses in her speech and saw them in the translation, so as he looked back to her, he lifted his golden eyes to her own icy blues. Smiling slightly and nodding, he let a low moaning sound roll out of his chest and throat. The sound continued as he shifted his body slightly to be leaned over her slightly, before his words finally came as the sound died off, “I told you I wouldn’t disappoint, so I encourage you to hold onto any part of me that your wishes desire, my mistress.” The orc smirked as he leaned back and turned his attention back to his food and the conversation of weapons and armor. He watched how she looked at her glass as she spoke, and while Xoknath looked to the translations dutifully, he could not help but bring his gaze back to Ariel’s lips with every word that left them. He found himself hanging onto her words, even these about his weapons, with the need of someone infatuated. Xoknath could not place what it was about this little elven woman, whose body was listening more and more to her alcohol, that had caught his attention the most. He was able to admit to himself that she was very attractive and that he wanted desperately to touch her, but he felt drawn to something else within her. Was it the way she seemed to hold everyone back? Was that a challenge that he had put himself to? He felt drawn to try and break the barriers between them, and the first methods that came to mind were of the most delectable kind. .

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Hearing her insistence that Ariel saw no cap to the amount of money she was willing to spend on his equipment, Xoknath chuckled softly and nodded, relenting any further efforts to think frugally. If she was willing to pay, he was willing to get the best out of this that he could. Anything he saw necessary in the defense of his mistress and himself, he would point out to her and add to a working list of necessities. He had an idea in mind for what he would seek out in the marketplace, but as Ariel mentioned an inn to stay in, Xoknath turned his eyes to her in a slight display of curiosity. The beds? Why would she want to tell him about how comfortable the beds were? Since the iron shackles and collar had been forced onto him, Xoknath had experienced nothing but the hay or wooden planks of slave lodgings. It was only when she leaned back in her chair and turned to face him that he had some idea. The way she looked towards him caused Xoknath to shift slightly, his attention moving from the tavern entrance to being solely focused on the elf once again. He saw the sparkle in her eyes and could not stop his lips from moving into the slightest of smirks, but Xoknath regained control and furrowed his eyebrows slightly in mock confusion. Breathing in deeply, he exhaled through his nose before speaking in a confident tone, “Mistress Ariel, if you issued me a command, I would be most willing to obey. As your slave, and a faithful worshipper of my gods, it is my responsibility and pleasure to carry out any order to completion, no matter my own interests or desires. I am here to obey and serve you, though there will be times when I must act against your wishes. If your life is in danger, then I will have to move you and protect you, in ways that make it seem I am in charge. I am only hoping to carry out my duty.” .

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Xoknath could not help the smirk that now overcame his lips as he lowered his right hand to beneath the table, his fingers and thumbs moving to grip himself through his loincloth. Taking hold of the base of his member and giving it a firm squeeze as he flexed his lower abdomen, he could feel his length swell and strain against the fabric as it made the effort to stand tall before her. The contact brought the darker shade of green over his cheeks and up his neck slightly as his breaths came in shorter bursts. He held his grip on himself for a few moments, his eyes finding Ariel’s as he made it clear that despite his playful ignorance, he knew how to use his body and the fact that she was interested in learning more. “I suppose I should ask right out then, for curiosity's sake…if I were to ask you to prove it.. Your prowess sexually… could you or.. Would you?” Listening to her question and turning his attention to the translation, Xoknath closed his lips and allowed just the last inch or so of his tusks to protrude from his bottom lip. Looking down at the table for a moment, he nodded slowly before his hand at the base of his member released its hold and began slowly moving up the clothed shaft in gentle touches and grabs. Squeezing at himself slowly and eliciting soft moans from his closed lips as he approached his swollen tip, Xoknath turned his gaze to Ariel so that she could see the way his pupils had enlarged with arousal and desire. His eyes went from hers and down to her lips and then her neck, a slow crusade over her flesh as his eyes wandered and memorized every portion of the being before him. He had reached her shoulders when he felt her hand tapping at his thigh. .

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He let a low growl roll from his throat as he looked from the hand to her eyes, his mind seeing the way she was pushing herself through this cloud of desire and alcohol to try to be serious and on top of her urges. The growl was not a threatening one, or not intended as a threat to her at least. Xoknath felt himself beginning to lean towards her in his seat, but as she opened her mouth to speak, he groaned as he turned to look back at the table. Reading her words with a slight smirk, Xoknath shook his head as he released his hold on his member. His loincloth was wet at the tip of his rod from the anticipation that dripped from it, but he had managed to keep his hand dry by holding beneath the ridge that separated his thick shaft from his sensitive tip. Speaking in a low rumble, he glanced up at Ariel as the words translated in ice, “My mistress, it would not be in our best interests to leave at this time. In your state, a merchant will try to swindle you, and in my state, I will fuck you as you speak to them.” Lifting his hand swiftly, he placed it on the underside of Ariel’s chin as he leaned towards her, tilting her face up slightly so that he could press his lips against hers in a fierce kiss. He wanted to do more with her, but Xoknath wanted to start by showing her that not only was her body desirable but her face as well. Moaning into the kiss before releasing quickly, Xoknath looked into her eyes needily and used the language that did not need translating. Lowered his hand to grip her throat gently with his fingers trailing behind her neck, Xoknath moved his lips to kiss across Ariel’s cheek and to her ear. His tongue laid out to dance along her ear lobe softly as he moaned deeply, his other hand returning to the back of her chair for just a moment. Bringing his hand to her back to trace up slowly from her midback to her hairline at the back of her neck, Xoknath pulled back to look into her eyes for a moment. .

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Bringing his right hand down her body slowly from her throat to her breasts, he squeezed them through her dress for a moment before moving back from her slowly. He kept his eyes locked on her as he gathered the things off the table and set them on the ground outside of their private area. Xoknath reached up above the entrance and released the privacy curtain before letting it fall and block off the view into the alcove. Walking back towards Ariel, he pushed the table to his right to block her ability to escape in that direction while also clearing his path to her. His hands moved quickly to his loincloth to remove it and toss it onto his chair, releasing the thick shaft that stood proudly before her. His tip glistened with precum that had rubbed against the inside of the loincloth, and his shaft stood firm with a couple veins that stood raised as his blood continued to flow into the length. Xoknath brought his right hand down to stroke his manhood slowly a few times before he lowered himself to his knees and released himself. Reaching his hands out to grip the sides of Ariel’s chair, he shuffled forward while also pulling her to him, his eyes looking up her torso and then to her face. Grinning slightly, he let his hands run over her shins and knees before pushing his hands forward to grip her waist gently. Pulling her forward in her chair as he pressed his torso forward, he smirked as her thighs were forced open around his chest. Xoknath adjusted his hands to flow up her body to hold her breasts and squeeze them hungrily, his lips finding her lower abdomen and kissing it through the corset material of her top before his words came in a soft muffle, “Allow me to taste you mistress, and allow my hands to have free rein over your body. I will bring you the pleasure you desire.” @Fiory

”I told you I wouldn’t disappoint, so I encourage you to hold onto any part of me that your wishes desire, my mistress.” She couldn’t help the little shiver that ran down her spine hearing his thick and brutish words translate into something so tantalizing to her ears. The elf showed absolutely no fear, cold as the ice she conjured under normal circumstances while today the wine she had been drinking made her bold in other ways. Her icy eyes met the golden ones he had and behind the haze that her drink had given her, there was a soft acceptance of the words she said. As if they had been cleared for repeating, not just the rambling words of a would be drunk. They held meaning, purpose, a sense of inner desire that Ariel had been holding onto. The fidgeting he did in his own lap drew her attention a moment and her face already flushed with the alcohol she’d consumed seemed to brighten further. She hadn’t recognized that he was groping at himself under the table due to her or any other stimulus in the tavern. So when her hand against his thigh made her realize this reaction, she pulled it away so as to not tease the poor brute. Perhaps I am being too forward, making him uncomfortable. I certainly do not want my new charge to despise my advances if they are not welcomed She thought to herself. This was before he answered her in that rolling growl. It made her pull back a little, thinking perhaps she truly had overstepped and she might require her wand in order to remind Xoknath who owned who. But the translation that came through instead read as more concern than anything. Well, at least at first.

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. “In my state?” Was about all she was able to question regarding his statement before her chin and face was pulled up to meet his. For a moment she felt her body ring out like she had become suddenly sober, her icy blue eyes fluttering at the ferocity of that kiss he gave. In the speed of it, it pulled a muffled gasp from her, the wine’s influence returning to warm and dull her senses after the initial shock. It wasn’t that she didn’t know how lovely she looked. She knew it well, just as she knew most elves were beautiful in this fashion. The warmth of that embrace, even if it was helped by her own wine, was something she had longed for. A passion she hadn’t had but so desperately wanted. A soft breathy sigh slipped from her lips when he released them, kissing at her cheek and pointed ear. Ariel couldn’t help even allowing him access to her neck, falling easily in his fingers around her throat. Her spine arched at his touch, pushing the back of her neck into his waiting hand. The other around her throat seemed to travel south, and Ariel made no movements to stop or cease its descent. There was a hint of a sound, just the quietest of whispers when he groped at her over her clothes but it was soon silenced when he got up. Smiling in a wickedly challenging way, Ariel watched patiently as he cleared the table off. Setting the dishes, what remained of her wine, and everything else just outside of their private area to be picked up without disturbing the pair. Calculating, she watched the curtain lower, crimson in color and thick to keep prying eyes out of view of the patrons behind it. It did nothing for sounds of course; the nymph and her orcish lover from before had proven that clearly enough. What did surprise her a little was how effortlessly he was able to move the solid wood table to the side. It seemed like it was made of air to him, scraping over the floor in a loud sound that seemed to clear her haze for a brief moment. Ariel noticed how she as blocked in, un

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able to escape without either climbing over the table or running around him. She certainly wouldn’t be able to do either of those, so her guard came up a little. Just what was he playing at. What was he intending? Was he truly intending to prove it to her, right here and right now?

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. It would appear so… Ariel answered herself, quirking a brow as she watched that loincloth unceremoniously tossed onto his chair, leaving him exposed brilliantly in front of her. Even as buzzed as she was, her face was hard to read. Did she like what she saw? There was an intensity behind those icy eyes that said both that he should tread carefully but also that he shouldn’t keep her waiting. Depending on how you interpreted it. For Xoknath and the conversation they had been having, it very much was a ‘Don’t keep me waiting now…’ expression. She had issued the challenge after all, the dare for him to prove the prowess he proclaimed to have had. And Ariel was eager to see just how good this orc could be. A good indication of Ariel’s focus was the frost on the table being used as their translator. The table was wet where it hadn’t been before, some of that frost melting on the wood since Ariel was not paying as close attention to it as she should have been. She doubted she would need the translation method for much longer though; there were only certain languages that didn’t require translating and this one they would be conversing in? Was one of them. Gasping a little when he knelt in front of her and pulled her close enough to force those legs apart, Ariel watched him with careful eyes. His hands were strong yet delicate against her. Gentle even when he pulled her to the edge of her chair. He hadn’t even forced her legs open in a brutish manner, it was more the width of him that did so. Quiet and as calm as she could, Ariel let a gentle humming sound of delight play at her closed lips watching his hands move from her waist up to her ample bosom, squeezing and kneading them. For a moment, Ariel wondered if she should allow his request, having tilted her head towards her melting frost to read the translation of his words muffled against her torso. A smirk rose on her face. Her hand gently fell on his cheek a moment, her body warm and willing to allow him to do wh

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at he wanted with her. Lifting his chin just so he could look her in the face when she answered him. He had asked a question after all, and she liked being able to look at those she answered properly. The other hand gently caressed his face. Her fingers ran against his hair, gentle and cold but wanting all at once.

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. “Permission Granted.” The two words were translated in the melting frost on the table. But that wasn’t all that Ariel had to say. Her eyes screamed a desire that seemed almost fiery for the mage to have. Gently she moved some of her silvery locks out of her face, and she allowed her legs to relax around the width of him. A smile played at her lips, her lower lip held for just a moment with her teeth, sliding back out of the pearly grasp slowly, teasingly. The next words she said were said teasingly, translated quickly by the dripping frost. Her hand at his chin that had remained, elegantly pulled with the slightest touch at him, wanting his face closer again, desiring those lips to just hover over her own. Her gaze never left his, and she kept him ensnared there while she said the last thing she would be able to translate easily for him. Her voice was intense, filled with a burning desire unbecoming of the ice witch. Even if he didn’t quite catch the entirety of her translation, it was clear with the dripping notes of lust and daring in her voice what she would have said to him. It at least wouldn’t be difficult to decipher. “Give me your best Xoknath… if you can.”

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@Himbo Tie

Xoknath enjoyed the challenging smile that Ariel issued him as he gathered the things off the table and put them outside, a small smile dancing over his own lips as his mind raced with ideas of what he could do to his new elven mistress. She had claimed to be purchasing a bodyguard, and yet here she was teasing his body and his mind with her attractive words and her body worthy of his worship. He did not blame her for her beauty or her need to find pleasure, but it humored him nonetheless that his original purpose was being pushed to the side now to see if he could deliver on the extra-curricular activities that she hoped he could. Seeing the slight shift in her smile as her walls came up when she noticed she was trapped by the table, Xoknath could not help the soft, satisfied hum that rolled through his chest as he looked down at her. Yes, she was trapped in this alcove with him, and he would do to her whatever he wished. Slave or not, he had been given the freedom of action by her words, and he planned to take it. Seeing her expression shift into a stoic intensity that seemed ready to spur him forward, Xoknath allowed the hand on his cock to squeeze a little tighter as it stroked slowly along his shaft. Allowing his needy tip to point directly at her for a moment, he hoped she could see the beads of precum that pulsed through his manhood before leaking from him. Moaning deeply as he pulled his hand back-and-forth along his length, he looked over her body as he stepped forward. He wanted Ariel to think he might use his cock immediately, but he released it all the same before dropping to his knees and drawing her closer to him. No, it was not time for his manhood to meet her body yet. And even as he wanted to finish for her to see his desire, he recognized the cultural difference and instead tasked himself with bringing her pleasure in ways that made more sense to her. .

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The gasp that played from Ariel’s lips and the moans that rang true in his ears were all the proof Xoknath needed to make sure he had not misunderstood his new mistress’s wishes. There was nothing quite like fucking up your first day on the job and being killed for it, so there was a ball of warmth that joined the heat of arousal in the orc’s stomach as he felt his certainty growing. Kissing against her stomach as he finished speaking, he wanted nothing more than to rip her clothes free from her body, but he had to wait until he got permission to do so. Squeezing his hands over her bosom, Xoknath pulled his fingers back slightly along her ample mounds as well as the clothes, an unspoken desire transferred that he wanted the separating fabric gone. He was pushing his hands up flat, his palms pressing against her breasts to allow his fingers to curl over the top of her corset when he felt her palm placed gently against his cheek. Lowering his hands and allowing them to drag slowly over her breasts and back down to her sides, Xoknath squeezed Ariel and pulled her tighter against his torso. Feeling her hand creep down to his chin to lift his head and gaze, Xoknath let it slowly guide over her body before his eyes finally met with hers. Moaning softly and leaning into the touch of her other hand which was holding his cheek now before sliding back into his hair, Xoknath turned his head slightly to kiss the inside of Ariel’s wrist. His eyes stayed locked with hers, not in a challenging manner but in a captivated manner. He was her captive in this moment, his breath waited for her orders. His heartbeat was hers to command, and he waited achingly to hear what she would say in regard to his request. Glancing towards the translating ice when he saw her lips stop moving, Xoknath grinned and returned his gaze to hers. His mouth opened as he allowed a sloppy rendition of Common to exit his mouth, “Permission granted.” .

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Seeing the inferno of desire that he knew burned in his own eyes reflected in her gaze brought a low moan to Xoknath’s lips. Looking into Ariel’s eyes breathlessly, he could not help but lick his lower lip needily, his mouth suddenly seemingly achingly dry as he wanted nothing more than to taste the liquids that he could draw from his mistress. Feeling the hand in his hair move to free itself, he watched its track of movement and allowed his eyes to dance over the silvery lock that she moved from her face before her perfect lip was pulled between her teeth. Feeling her legs relax around him and allow him a closer press, Xoknath hungrily took the real estate as he drew closer to Ariel, his body heat mingling with her own and brewing more desire in the orc. The way her lip released itself from her teeth drew his eyes to them, seeing the faintest of red lines where her teeth had begun the process of bruising her precious lips which he ached to taste again. As if she could read his mind or craved the same contact, Xoknath willingly allowed his chin and head to be drawn closer by Ariel’s gentle touch on his jaw. Breathing out softly as they got closer, he could feel the gentle warmth of her lips in the small space between them, and he had to resist the urge to kiss her now with all of his being. He heard the passion in her voice as she spoke, and he was able to glance over in time to see the final challenging words of her statement. Grinning as he read ‘if you can,’ Xoknath nodded slowly before pressing his lips firmly into Ariel’s, his tongue quickly pressing against her lips and pushing with the intent of breaching into her mouth even if she was hesitant. He wanted her, and with the permission granted to do as he liked, he would take her and show her the power he possessed, even as a slave. .

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His hands moved from their place on her waist, their large surfaces moving in hungry glides and gropes to try to gain access to as much of her body as they could. His right pushed up to her bosom and squeezed her needily, wanting with all of his being to touch her but knowing better than to remove the clothing as he knew how. He had no idea how to remove this fancy apparel, but he had enough sense in this aroused state to know better than to rip her clothes off of her. Not only was it something inappropriate for a slave to do, but she would have nothing to wear and that would make his job of defending her that much harder. Instead, he extended his index and middle fingers to hook over the top of the fabric and give it a clear tug while breaking the kiss. A slightly aggravated grunt while looking down at the fabric was all his mouth issued before he pressed his lips to hers again. Xoknath kept his left hand busy, allowing it to slide down from her waist to over her hip and then over the top of her right thigh. Digging his fingers hungrily into her flesh, Xoknath let his hand travel down to her knee before pushing up slowly over Ariel’s inner thigh. Pushing beneath the fabric of her dress, he let his fingers push up the warmth of her thigh before they stopped at the edge of the fabric of her panties. Running the tips of his middle and ring fingers gently down the center of her core, he pressed his fingers into her thigh as he withdrew his hand slowly to give deep red lines along her pale flesh. Grinning in the kiss before pulling back and letting his lips kiss down Ariel’s throat, he ran his tongue along her collarbones before speaking in a low voice, “Will you keep your clothes on, or help me remove them, my mistress?” @Fiory

There was an irony in the room, the flame of desire and passion boiling in his eyes were met with the ice and frigid frost of her own intensity. The heat to melt the cold, with the chill to douse the heat. Such opposites and yet the attraction couldn’t have been more clear, palpable in the air with the gentle sounds and tender strokes. The only other noise that seemed to penetrate the enclosure between the two was the dulled noise of the outside diners in the tavern proper and the steady dripping of ice melting and splashing onto the floor in soft little thuds from the table. Ariel grinned at him, beckoning him close and enjoying the fact that he understood with little instruction exactly what she wanted of him. A good purchase indeed. No sooner had she dared him to continue, challenged him in her icy words that lay melting on the table due to her lack of concentration did his lips roughly find hers. He wouldn’t have had to push hard, she was sure to invite him in, sliding her tongue to greet his as if it were a welcomed guest to her estate. In comparison the muscle from her was small and delicate, gliding against his and inviting to him. While embracing her lips, his hands moved along her body, groping where they could, demanding and hungry, Ariel curved her back in time with him. Alluring, arching to give him a moving and sensitive toy to play with. It wasn’t lost on her that he had resisted the urge of his people to climax in front of her. She had watched him before grab his thickness and stroke it, letting the already excited organ enjoy some attention before it was so carelessly abandoned for her own pleasure. It was impressive, the level of self control that he seemed to have, having been told that for Elves the pleasure of their partner took priority to their own, and adhering it seemed to that. I won’t let you suffer long Xoknath, don’t worry… She thought coolly, feeling his hands touch and squeeze at her. When they arrived at her ample chest she gave

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a soft sound of delight, light and breathy. Not quite a moan but certainly an enticing sound. A tease of wanting to play.

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. It was impressive, while the pair let their tongues dance and stroke one another, she couldn’t help but notice in the embrace how gentle he was with her clothing. Ariel thought for sure she would be sending him on his way to find appropriate clothing for her to replace what she wore, but no he seemed delicate with her dress and corset. It was considerate of him to think of preserving what she wore for her own decency after their little distraction. He released her lips when he recognized that perhaps her dress wasn’t as easy to remove though and she smiled a little at him. I’m sorry for wearing something so constricting… But I’m also no, considering I know you enjoyed seeing me in it… Ariel thought quietly, hearing that aggravation in his grunt. She wouldn’t get long of a reprieve before he claimed her mouth again, perhaps in frustration at just wanting to rip and tear the fabric that covered her. Patience, not quite the virtue that Orcs were known for, seemed to be something he had but only in short supply. The ice witch felt herself shiver at the sensation of his fingers finding a way to her body without the need to tear and destroy her dress. His fingers digging at her sensitive skin and flesh, a hungry need in every grasp he made, made Ariel sweetly gasp out. Only allowed to do so when he finally released her lips and began trailing kisses down her neck and throat. It was serenaded with a second gentle sound, breathy and hinting at further songs she was capable of when his tongue glided over her collarbone. He said something, rough and in the language she didn’t understand. Damn me. This will need to be rectified sooner rather than later Ariel chastised inwardly, her soft blue eyes glancing at the melting snow to read only the few words that were able to be translated.

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. ”Clothes on….help… remove… Mistress?” .

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“Ah.. I see.” she whispered, piecing together with her failing spell exactly what Xoknath had asked of her. Her hands slid down her frame, following the curve of her back as they folded behind her. Add a restraint of some kind and she would have looked quite enticing as a slave herself with her hands behind her back in this way. Her fingers played at the ties and hooks, gently and slowly letting the fabric loosen around her midsection and chest. Once she reached her waist, it was quite clear that her corset top could be removed easily, only held by the curve of her breasts denying gravity it’s prize. The sleeves on her shoulders fell elegantly off their owner’s curve. It would only take the easiest of tugs to remove the entire thing. However she would not give Xoknath the satisfaction of removing it for her. No, he had done quite well so far, so Ariel thought he perhaps deserved a treat in this way. Her arms came back around to the front of her, her left gently placing on his shoulder while the right moved to her own abdomen. Slowly, she let her middle and index finger drag up the center of her, letting him watch as it neared the barely holding curve of her top against those soft hidden mounds. It was agonizingly slow, a tease for him to watch before her fingers hooked in the center of her cleavage. The fabric was pulled quietly, letting it drag over and finally off of her chest. Her mounds finally exposed, perked and well within reach of him. The left arm of her lowered only briefly while her right removed her top and let it fall unceremoniously to the floor at their feet. All that was left was the flared skirt she wore.

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. Quite on purpose, Ariely arched her back in such a way that her chest shifted forward, just a bit more into his space while her helpful right hand unhooked the button and tie for her skirt at her lower back. Her hips had had to shift down to allow this movement too, but she was quick to roll back once this was complete. It wouldn’t take much for him now. He could leave that skirt on if he so preferred, or slip it down her hips and off. She’d assisted with her top’s removal so her skirt would be up to him. It was difficult for the woman not to want to provide pleasure to him though. Her culture demanded that she support and give just as much attention to him as he was to her. So as she couldn’t reach too much of him quite yet, she let her hands explore his shoulders and chest. Her delicate fingertips gliding over the muscles and skin she could find. Playing at the ridges down as much of his abdomen that she could reach. There was a warmth with this, inviting and daring, her small hands wanting nothing more than to compare their size against him. Explore all of him, from every scratch and scar to each and every muscle he possessed. Ariel would take him all in, memorize his body and his touch. As much as he would expose, which for her was all or nothing. “Is that, help enough?” She whispered breathlessly into his ear, knowing full well that her spell was nearly broken and would likely not be able to translate her words easily enough. So instead when she had finished speaking, Ariel leaned back, pulling her hands up to her mouth. Her index finger made a gesture as if she were locking her throat, silencing her words, those icy eyes glancing at the wetness of her melted spell for reference. Hand signals would be best then for now, so she showed two that were pretty universally understood. The first she took her index fingers and crossed them into a clear X shape, shaking her head to indicate if she needed him to stop or tell him No. The second signal was done with one

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hand, a single index finger curling and beckoning him close, her head nodding in conjunction with it. This meant to continue, come at her, don’t stop. Her voice would certainly entice him and encourage as much as it needed to. The added signal was there as a backup. Sparkling in delight, slightly hazed with the wine she had had previously but devilishly wanting more of him, Ariel’s eyes spoke volumes in their silence. She hoped he understood, hoped that he knew what she meant and above all else, would bring her to that delirium he had promised regardless of being able to translate his words. Words are not necessary for you to understand… right Xoknath?

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@Himbo Tie

Xoknath allowed his tongue to trace slowly up her collarbone until he reached the top of Ariel’s right shoulder, his lips claiming her pale flesh and kissing her gently. He wanted to taste her and devour all that he wanted, but in this moment, he allowed his lips to stay and suck on her flesh until a gentle red mark formed beneath his lips. Kissing the hickey that he had formed on her flesh, Xoknath grinned and allowed his teeth to ghost over the gently bruised flesh before he heard Ariel’s voice ring out gently. His eyes dutifully flicked to the spell, but in its failing state, the water solidified into a nonsensical clump of letters before falling away and melting even more. Trusting that he did not need to understand what was said, Xoknath kissed down Ariel’s collarbone towards the base of her throat until he felt her shifting beneath his touches. He had enjoyed the way her body reacted to his touches, but this was more pointed and with direction than the movements he had been drawing out through pleasure. Watching her arms reach behind her, Xoknath sat back slightly so that his breath flowed over the damp skin where his tongue had been, but he was far enough back that he could see the movements of her torso in better detail. Seeing Ariel’s arms behind her and offering him an unchallenged view of her body as she arched her back, Xoknath lowered his mouth to kiss down her chest and over the tops of her breasts. It was not lost on the orc that he was in a position to grab hold of the elf’s arms and keep her locked in place, but in this moment, his attention was drawn to her perfect bosom rather than being defiant. The way her body moved to allow her access to her ties pressed her closer to him, allowing his lips free movement over her pale skin. Kissing down to the curve of her corset that stopped at her cleavage, Xoknath allowed his tongue to dip down between the mounds before he began kissing back up to her throat. .

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Xoknath could feel how loose the fabric beneath his chin had become, but before he could take advantage of it and pull down the cloth, he felt Ariel’s hand on his shoulder. Leaning back slightly as he followed the gentle pressure of her hand, he watched her hand slowly trail up her torso and could not stop himself from licking his lips. There was an intense urge to push against her hand and take his prize, but as he watched her hand’s slow path up to the top of her clothing, Xoknath wanted nothing more than to watch her display herself to him. He had grown accustomed to seeing beautiful women taken as their man wanted them, but it was something new altogether to see a woman slowly unwrapping herself as a display of need and sexual desire to the man before her. Feeling his manhood swelling at the idea of being gifted such a view, Xoknath stayed where he was when the top was pulled down away from her ample bosom. Watching the top slide down slowly to uncover her flesh inch by agonizing inch, Xoknath felt her hand on his shoulder shift to allow her easier accessibility to lowering her clothing to the ground. Letting his hands lower down her body to rest gently at her ankles, he held onto Ariel in a display of restraint. He wanted nothing more than to lunge forward and take her breasts into his hands, but he could see in her movements that she was not done with her show. Gasping softly when her chest was pushed forward with the arch of her back, Xoknath slid his hands quickly up Ariel’s shins and rested them on the outside of her knees. Holding onto her legs and pulling her slightly forward, Xoknath breathed out gently to allow the stream of air to direct itself over one of Ariel’s newly exposed nipples. Seeing it harden and react to the tease, Xoknath glanced up her body to her face and then back down to her breasts that were so tantalizingly close. .

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Watching her breasts leave his space as her body shifted to start the process of removing her dress, Xoknath released a soft grunt of disappointment before letting his hands slide up the inside of Ariel’s skirt to hold onto her thighs near her hips. The soft and supple skin beneath his fingers brought a low moan from his throat, his mind filled with the need to taste her milky flesh. Allowing his hands to creep towards her inner thighs, Xoknath could not stop the low moan that continued to flood from him when he felt the elf’s delicate fingers working slowly over the rougher flesh of his shoulders and chest. The way her fingertips slowly caught on the ritual scarring underneath his tattoos drew his eyes downwards to where her hand looked dwarfed by the magnitude of his chest muscles. Resisting the urge to flex his muscles and display the true difference between their sizes, Xoknath slid his hands to Ariel’s inner thighs and withdrew them in a slow manner as he watched the muscles on his chest react to the movement. Every scar she touched had either been given as celebration of his personal victories or was a result of a wound that he had taken in battle. Her fingers finally reached a small scar over his diaphragm which had been delivered by a cut from another orc’s axe, though it had healed to seem much less violent than the wound had originally been. Sighing softly and lowering his head enough to kiss Ariel’s knee, Xoknath looked up at her through heavily lidded eyes when she spoke. He never even glanced at the spell, knowing that it had exhausted itself beyond any need to check it for an update. Smiling up at the woman before him, Xoknath pushed her skirt up slowly and licked at the inside of her left knee until he saw her bringing her hands up to her face. Stilling his tongue and holding his cheek against her inner thigh, Xoknath watched the messages she pantomimed with her hand and nodded slowly as he understood. .

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The ‘X’ was a clear signal to understand, asking him to stop what he was doing. The next signal was equally clear, though Xoknath wanted nothing more than to follow her finger to her mouth. Smirking as he nodded and closed his eyes in a slow blink, Xoknath hoped that gesture would communicate that he understood the unspoken commands and would follow them to the best of his ability. Pushing up in his kneeling position, Xoknath kissed up along Ariel’s exposed stomach and between her breasts before reaching her lips. Taking her lips in a deep and passionate kiss, Xoknath pushed his tongue through her smooth lips and immediately found her smaller tongue wanting and willing as it had been before. Letting his stronger muscle dance slowly around hers as he explored her mouth slowly, Xoknath drew his hands slowly up over Ariel’s toned stomach. Enjoying the small dips his fingers felt before they reached her breasts, Xoknath moaned deeply into the kiss before withdrawing for a moment to breathe. His large hands palmed her breasts gently, squeezing and enveloping them with ease as he splayed his fingers wide to cover as much of her as he could. Enjoying the softness of her mounds, he drew his left hand back slightly to allow his index and middle fingers to gently pinch at her nipple. Drawing back on the pert nub before pressing in for a better grip of her breast, Xoknath whispered gently against her lips in accented Common, “Beautiful. You are beautiful.” .

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Pressing his lips against hers again, Xoknath did not push his tongue into her mouth but instead trailed his lips slowly down her throat. His tongue darted out to occasionally lick at her delicate flesh; his tusks trailed two gentle lines down the sides of her throat. As he reached the base of her throat, Xoknath opened his mouth and allowed his tongue to lap at her flesh while he drew his tusks against her gently, teasing her with the slightly sharp tips. They did not pierce her flesh, but he did let his tongue run over the two thin red lines that followed in their wake. Lowering his right hand to hold at her waist and pull her forward in the chair, Xoknath lowered his lips as he kissed down her chest to take her nipple into his mouth. Sucking on the nub gently as his hand splayed across her back, he pressed Ariel against him hungrily before releasing his hold on her nipple. Letting a soft grunt release from his throat as he pressed his face gently against her breast, Xoknath moaned deeply as he relished in how soft and delicate her flesh was beneath his touch. @Fiory

He seemed to understand well enough, his eyes blinking slowly in the acknowledgement of Ariel’s instructions to him. It was just a safeguard, just in case. It wasn’t like she couldn’t freeze him where he stood if necessary but she desperately hoped she didn’t have to. Her hands after signaling to him was concluded, not sure necessarily if she would need the signals at all, caressed his arms and shoulders, holding sweetly and light at the base of his neck. Her fingers cupped his face when his lips found hers again. There was a sweetness there, like an unnamed treat, sugary and light as air. The passion he had brought more of it out, a heat swelling between them as their tongues twisted and caressed. Each advance he made, she followed and pushed back into. It was an invitation and a demand all wrapped in a little elvish bow. Ready and waiting to be unwrapped. Already half of her naked while he knelt bare, anyone who would see the pair might mistake them as one in relative desire and worship of the other. Though which was which, was harder to determine. ”Beautiful. You are beautiful.”

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It came as a gruff sound, accented but in common. Something she could understand as she let air back into her lungs and exhaled it again in a trembling sigh. Icy eyes blinked at him in bewilderment, like she was seeing him clear through the haze of wine that had claimed the majority of her senses. He thought her beautiful; Truly? Not because she was allowing him access to her body or because she wore provocative clothing? Time would tell how true those words would be, but in the moment Ariel couldn’t help the flutter of delight buzz through her chest. For decades she had been known as the beauty that only kills. The ice witch, no one of importance, no one you would want to meet. Yet he seemed to not know this past of hers, and it was a breath of fresh air after a millennia in a dark dank cave. So much so, she hadn’t noticed where his hand was so the little pinch at her nipple made her let out a gentle noise in surprise. It was the first true one he’d hear, the first notes of an actual moan escaping those delicate plush lips. Her head tilted and fell slightly back, exposing her throat in relaxation a bit at the tingling sensations she felt. It was glorious to be enjoyed like this, to be desired for more than her magical prowess. To be wanted. Even if only by a slave. Ariel felt the need to compliment him in return, though the words escaped her as she was unsure what he would know for certain in common and what he wouldn’t. He would be able to feel her pulse quicken at his kisses, her throat expanding and contracting with each heavy breath she allowed herself to take. The tusks he had, while frightening to most and even daunting to her, made her shiver at how gentle they could be. Just a slight sharpness, nothing to cut or to maim, but enough to feel sliding down her neck. As he made his way lower, Ariel made soft humming noises, a quiet smile on her lips. He was quite the specimen, so gentle for being so brutish, dedicated to his protective duties, and to her

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carnal ones. She wondered how such a fantastic orc like him had ended up as a slave, though her mind soon went blank feeling him play and suckle at her again.

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The song in her name was no accident. The gentle gasps and soft moans she made were done with a voice that could make the nymphs green with envy. It was melodic and pure, though filled with desire and need for the man that toyed with her. That played her like a delicate instrument. When he pulled her close, she came easily to him, light in his grasp. He seemed to relish every part of her, and she enjoyed the attention thoroughly. With her chest breathing heavier under his mouth, her hand quietly moved to slide against his face, moving any of his hair that had fallen out of those gold eyes. Her gaze moved over his features, her vision blurred but still able to focus if she tried hard enough. They took in his features, the way his hair moved, or how his ears pointed. She looked at the way his muscles connected from his neck to his broad shoulders and finally down the one section of him that stood out among everything else. Her brand was bright, an icy blue marked snowflake that would not fade as long as she lived. It was an old magic, one she had learned long ago that would tie her life with it. She meant it to be an indicator for him, if somewhere something was amiss, that Ariel required his action, it would show if she was in mortal peril. Only she could release it, and while her gaze looked over the intricacies and details of it, she imagined she never would. At least, not anytime soon. Ariel shifted in the chair, her legs sliding against the sides of him for a moment as she got herself comfortable on that wooden chair. It made it easier to straddle him this way, letting her body slide against him while he knelt between her knees. Her lips came forward just enough to sweetly press against his forehead, her hand that had been caressing the brand on his chest, coming back to run her fingers through his hair. She could think of no other words to describe him as, feeling how hot her body had become and how much she wanted him to work his way onward. Unsure if he

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would understand, though wanting to speak it true into the universe, Ariel whispered to him in that sultry voice she owned. Quietly pleading with the brute to continue as he was doing an excellent job at teasing her.

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“Magnificent. You are Magnificent.” He would find if he were to travel further south along the body of the elf mistress he served, that he had teased enough and tormented her to cause her body to excite. In anticipation, her lips held secret between her legs, were wet, wanting and waiting. The only thing that would make it better for her, would be if she could touch more of him. It was her custom after all, her way of life that drove her to want to please him right back, regardless of his status as a slave. In this moment, he was her lover, her partner and it was her role to make sure he could find that euphoria with her. Deciding she could stand it no longer being the selfish one of the pair of them, trembling in his touch Ariel pushed Xoknath gently off her breasts. She wanted nothing more than to have him keep kissing her. Keep touching her. Play as much as he liked. But the guilt of it was making her distracted. Pulling her away from the fun she was wanting to enjoy. So once he pulled and stood upon his knees in front of her, Ariel returned the favor. Seated on the edge of the chair, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against his jaw, dragging them down his neck and layering kiss upon kiss to him. Like planting her icy flowers among his emerald skin. Ariel’s hands glided down his chest, finally having access to more of him to reach. Her fingertips ran over each muscle and divot they made, her lips following the path her hands took so she could kiss at his chest and the brand she left on his right pectoral.

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Delicate, her fingertips ran along his sides, letting her nails scratch a little at him before they began to meet towards the middle of him. Her pads came first before anything else, pressing into the base of him and massaging the area around it. Never grasping his needy and desperate cock, but just massaging the area around it. All while she kept layering sweet and soft kisses along his collarbone and chest. He was supposed to be pleasuring her, bringing her to an ecstasy filled finale, but it seemed that what she wanted was for them both to feel that desire and need equally so. Additionally as her slave, who was he to deny the wishes of his mistress? @Himbo Tie

The way that Ariel stroked his face and shoulders with every touch of his lips brought a dark green flush to Xoknath’s cheeks, his mind not able to conceive where this gentleness was coming from. His new mistress had not been harsh or abusive to him, but she also seemed to stand firm in the fact that he was her slave in this moment. She had cared for his basic needs and promised kindness to him, but being given these touches, sweet movements accustomed to a lover’s embrace, brought a wave of confused warmth to his chest and belly. Xoknath knew that he belonged to her, and he had been instructed to pleasure her, even if it was in the form of Ariel challenging him to see what he was willing to do for her. He was acting at her discretion, making moves to please his new owner, and yet these moans and embraces made the orc want nothing more than to bring his elven lover to true completion. No longer was this obedience to his mistress; this was a desire to please his lover. Holding his left hand over her breast, he massaged at her needily and played at her nipple with special attention to wanting to draw another sound like that from her. He moaned deeply against her breast at the thought of hearing her so plainly expressing her pleasure in that moment, and he could feel his manhood throb painfully at the anticipation of hearing it again. Rolling his tongue around her nipple and allowing his tusks to press gently into her supple flesh, Xoknath allowed a deep rumbling groan to travel from his lips and into her chest. It was not a growl of aggression; orcs would often release these deep growling moans when with their lovers to express their true desire and need to feel the other coming to a release. Sucking on Ariel’s nipple in his mouth, Xoknath looked up with his golden eyes into her icy blues. He held an intense stare into her eyes as he gently nibbled her pert nub in his mouth before letting his tongue lay flat over her breast and lick up it slowly. .

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She tasted delectable, her milky flesh driving his craving for more even higher as he held her against him, his right hand around her back rubbing gently as he pressed her forward. Latching his lips back onto her as her body moved, Xoknath drew his hand up her back and then back down, his fingers pressing in hungrily as he desired to feel more and more of her body. Pressing his lips against her breast to take her into his mouth, Xoknath allowed his left hand to travel lower along Ariel’s abdomen, gliding slowly over her toned stomach as he listened to the soft gasps and moans that escaped her lips at his every touch. He desired to hear her every sound, and with every gasp that rang into his ears, Xoknath wanted nothing more than to make her lose control within his arms. Kissing slowly up her breast and towards her collarbone again, Xoknath allowed his head to move with more speed and need. He kissed over her flesh, marking every inch of her chest with a gentle dampness from his lips as well as two small red dots from his tusks pressing against her. He knew several orcs that used these little dimples left by their tusks as ways to mark their lovers, and as he saw them sprouting up over the milky skin of his mistress, Xoknath could not help but feel as if he was claiming her. The though brought a smile to his lips as he kissed above her sternum with more fervor, allowing his tusks to press into her more and leave two easily seen red dots from pressure. Feeling her hand move to brush his hair back before caressing his face and shoulders, Xoknath paused his kisses for a moment to look up into her face. His eyes met with hers once again before his hands moved slowly over her body to meet together on her chest just beneath her throat. Rubbing his fingers up slowly over her throat, he let them pause at her jawline while biting his own lower lip. .

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Pressing forward to kiss her quickly, Xoknath pulled back after an intense kiss and let his breath ghost gently over Ariel’s bruised lips. Allowing his fingers to travel up slowly to rub at her lower lip, Xoknath let his eyes move slowly over her facial features. They grew wide occasionally as his breath hitched, his eyes seemingly seeing portions of her face and the beauty of it for the first time. Kissing her cheeks slowly and then holding his lips to the tip of her nose, Xoknath withdrew slowly before kissing her lips and lowering his hands to hover over her throat gently. Allowing his fingers to ghost over her arteries slowly as he pushed his tongue into her mouth, Xoknath moaned deeply as he felt her hands beginning to wander over his body. Kissing down her lips and then to the base of her throat again, the orc’s hands slowly slid down her body to reach her breasts. Squeezing them slowly and pulling himself closer to her, Xoknath gasped against her throat when he felt her fingers trailing over the brand on his chest, taking in each of its intricate designs gently. Moaning deeply as his hands slipped free from her breasts, Xoknath allowed his hands to reach Ariel’s waist and take hold of her as she shifted closer to him. Hooking his fingers in the waistband of her skirt when he saw her shifting, Xoknath pulled it down swiftly, stopping only when her skirt bundled at her knees and fell down her lower legs. Shifting his left hand back to move her skirt the rest of the way down and toss it over with her shirt, Xoknath stilled when he felt her lips find his forehead. Moving his hands to hold the tops of her thighs and squeeze them needily, Xoknath moaned deeply and felt his skin grow more sensitive as she spoke into his ear, her voice smooth and sultry to draw the most carnal of reactions from him. He did not need to understand her to understand the praise and longing in her words. .

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Xoknath pulled her nipple into his mouth and pressed his lips tight around it, his lip moving to swirl around it gently as he pressed forward against her. His hands shifted to rub inwards along her thighs, slipping down toward her knees before pushing up towards her core where her heat was becoming more desirable. Sliding his hands up until he was in a position to push her thighs apart a little more, Xoknath allowed the backs of his middle and ring fingers on his right hand to rub slowly at Ariel’s covered lips. He could feel the wetness against them through the fabric of her underwear, inspiring his left hand to rub slowly along her hip line and up towards her breasts to hold them gently. Feeling his mistress beginning to tremble in his grasp, Xoknath was about to push harder towards her pleasure when he felt her hands on his shoulders pushing him away from her slowly. Releasing a low grunt, he looked down over her body as he pulled back to see if he had gone too far or if her hands were making some new symbol. This was not to be the case as he saw her press forward to fill the new gap, her lips finding his jaw and blessing him with kisses along his jaw and then down his neck. Moaning deeply and letting his head fall back slowly to enjoy her touches, Xoknath released a shuddering gasp when her fingers moved over his brand to then be followed by her lips. As her hands continued down his body to massage gently at the base of his needy cock, Xoknath moved his hands to return the pleasure that she was now gracing him with. Turning his right hand over to curl at her leaking pussy, he pressed through the fabric of her underwear to stroke his middle finger slowly up her slit and between her lips. His left hand glided up her body to massage at her breasts again, claiming them with great need and alternating between groping at them and rubbing at the pert nubs that desired his attention. .

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Looking up at her as she moved to pleasure him as much as he pleased her, Xoknath could not help but smirk before he leaned forward to press his lips against hers passionately. Allowing his tongue to glide between her lips, he focused on gentle slow stroking movements with his tongue until he finally broke the kiss to gasp for air hungrily. Looking into her eyes and releasing a low moan as he felt his cock throb painfully so, Xoknath shook his head as his eyes closed slowly. Moving his hands down to move her hands away from him, Xoknath shifted backwards before standing up in front of her. His member sat perfectly in line with her mouth, but Xoknath wasted no time to pick Ariel up and turn them around so that he could sit in the chair and hold his elven lover and mistress in his arms and on his chest. His thick manhood rose up from beneath her legs, giving her full access to it while he would have access to her. As if to prove his point, Xoknath grunted softly as he took hold of her wrists again and slowly moved them to the skin around his base. After moving her, he withdrew his left hand to her inner thigh to massage at it gently as his right hand returned to its slow teasing at her pussy. Pressing his lips to her neck gently as he looked down at her body, Xoknath released a deep moan before speaking again in accented Common, “Better. Both.” @Fiory

An error in judgment, or perhaps this was something that both of them just needed beyond anything else. A small portion of Ariel’s head shouted and screamed but it was as if it was being said in the deepest darkest cave in her mind. By the time the echoes of it were registered, they were nothing but incoherent whispers in her head. Easy to ignore as she had plenty of deeper richer sounds to listen to. Far more interesting, far more tantalizing to her ears. His moans drowned out any kind of doubt or worry or misstep she might have made. Her lips enjoying the sensation of his rougher green skin against the delicate petals that her lips encapsulated. Her fingers enjoyed tenderly playing at his body, examining every part of him as if her fingers were memorizing every inch. It wasn’t that he had been doing a bad job and she felt the need to take over the session. He had been doing an amazing job. So much so that she had felt the need to reciprocate. Ariel hadn’t felt this good in years, and she was enjoying every teasing moment of it.

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She let soft little humming sounds vibrate her lips as she came to the brand on his chest and continued onward, a little devilish smile on her face. Her fingers had just begun making little circles, dancing closer to the base of him, teasing in their actions when she felt a pressure against her sensitive lips. Not the ones she was using to kiss at his skin. Ariel immediately gasped as her back straightened at the sensation. He would feel a warm wetness there, hidden only by a thin piece of fabric that did very little to hide what was within it. It was at this point Ariel recognized that her skirt had been removed, her gaze turning to where the top of her dress and the skirt had met one another again in a crumpled heap upon the floor. Where they belong… Ariel didn’t have time to contemplate much else, her attention pulled back to the orc who demanded her lips once more. Obsessed with them, addicted in a way to both her lips and her breasts, and Ariel couldn’t have cared. Let him be intoxicated by her touch, all the more to enjoy in her opinion. There was a fire, a passionate heat that was uncharacteristic for the icy elf, followed by a sensual moan against his lips in their embrace. She rolled gently against him, letting her chest rub against his momentarily while he continued to grope and please her. When at last allowed to breathe, she gasped audibly, panting for air with eyes half lidded in their enjoyment of being starved of oxygen. They soon opened a little more though, recognizing his hands had moved to shift hers out of the way. He even backed up. Was he finished? The full view of his throbbing cock in her face told her otherwise. Was he expecting her to do something about his stiffness? She might, if she felt like it, though the idea wasn’t quite one she was ready to endure yet. He was damn good, but she didn’t think he had earned her mouth yet.

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Before she could have a moment to ask him what he was doing, knowing full well that her spell had long melted and he likely wouldn’t understand her, she watched as he gently picked her up. Where was he taking her? Not far it appeared, shifting her around in his arms so she could sit upon his lap. The chair was his to sit in instead of being on the floor and on his knees. Her back lightly pressed against his chest and her head turned to look at him over her shoulder, a brow raised in suspicion. What was he playing at? Why change to something like this? ”Better. Both.” “Ah..Yes. Much better.” She recognized then what he had done. She had much better access to him now, her body rubbing a little against his chest and abdomen before Ariel allowed herself to sit a little better on him. Her hands recognized the girth they had been playing with just moments before returning to their touch. Yes, much better indeed… She thought, a quiet moan singing out into the air when Ariel felt his hand return to playing with her sex once more. Each kiss to the back of her neck sent a chill through her, one even she was unfamiliar with. While she had enjoyed his kisses along her neck and throat, even the ones that had left little reddened dots along her skin from his tusks, something about him being at her back and kissing at the back of her neck was electrifying.

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So to show her appreciation for his attention to her, a reward of sorts, Ariel let her left hand gently glide to the underside of his base. Her middle and index finger found the thick ridge that separated one side from the other on him, and delicately pressed against it. There was a little chill to her touch, almost like she held an ice cube against his sensitive skin. Her fingers dragged along the length of him, starting at the base and working their way up along that ridge, spreading that sensation of cool against his skin. Her right hand came right after it, her fingers enveloping his girth and wrapping around him. Her palm would follow her left fingers as they moved, warming where they had chilled so he would get a sensation of both the chill and warmth. Her fingers eventually came to the flared end of him, lifting off the end of his tip delicately. Her right hand wasn’t far behind ensuring he wouldn’t stay chilled for too long. Just enough to send the sensation through him but not to let it last. The last thing she wanted was to freeze him after all. Ariel’s hips rolled a little as he continued to massage her thigh and teased her pussy. Her fingers soon returned to the tip of him, but they didn’t hold that same chill that she had had before. Not wanting to shock him or startle him with a cooling sensation again like that unless he wanted her to. No, instead she just let her fingers sliding up and down his length, exploring the skin and veins there.

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While her right hand began to stroke him sweetly, letting it grasp around him and slide it’s way up and down, her left hand remained at the tip of him. She let her index finger circle the very tip of him, right at the edge, rubbing and massaging the sensitive area, enjoying the throbbing he’d do and the little twitches that followed. Ariel was hoping to have him sing to her, his baritone moans were ecstasy to her ears, and she desired more of them. Her finger soon found the point that held his sensitivity. In small petting motions, Ariel lightly stroked with her fingers at the underside of his head, letting the pads fall over his shaft and rub against his head in sweeping motions where they connected. With her right hand gently stroking him, and her left petting and caressing his tip, Ariel wondered how much he would appreciate and enjoy this. There had been an error in judgment on the part of Ariel, allowing her newly purchased slave so much access to her and allowing herself to be so vulnerable with him. However, she wasn’t completely at fault, as Xoknath had left himself just as vulnerable to her caressing movements, her stroking hands and her delicate kisses and moans. The elf wondered how long her charge could wait before he could stand this teasing game no more. She also wondered how much more she could endure before she felt the same way. It was then that Ariel realized that while he had given her unfettered access to him, she had not done the same for herself. That pesky scrap of fabric that covered her beneath the waist remained and could certainly do with being removed and discarded. They were unnecessary and Ariel deemed them unwanted as well.

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As gently as she could, Ariel leaned back against him, her back arching so her hips could roll forward and back against his intrusive teasing finger, even gliding along the top of his stiff member at its base where her warmth could reach. She let her head fall to one side against his shoulder so her silvery hair could follow suit, leaving her neck exposed and at his disposal. A little groan slipped out of her rosy lips, tender and sweet against his neck, a light smile on her face. His teasing was making her hot, as shown by the soft flush of red across her cheeks. Ariel was at the point to let him do with her what he pleased, let him play at her wet sex, tease at her body. To the demonic plane itself and back the elven mage would even relish having him take her. If he so desired of course. In a quiet whisper, though she was unsure how much of it he would understand through his limited common and her gentle moans that encouraged him further, Ariel let the following words slip past her lips to his ears. Xoknath... This feels very nice... Please don't stop... @Himbo Tie

Holding Ariel like this presented several benefits for Xoknath. He gained full access to her body for as far as he could reach, and with their proportional differences, he could now reach any part of her that he wished. It placed her in a better position to continue to massage and play at his cock if she wished, even though the thought of her focusing on his pleasure at this moment was foreign to the orc. He could kiss her lips by turning her head, or he could kiss along the back of her neck and allow her to feel how badly he wished to claim her with his lips. It finally put her in a position where she was fully at his mercy. He could do whatever he liked to her in this position, sexual or lethal, but she had to trust him and his intentions to stay in this position with him. Xoknath planned to use that trust to bring Ariel to the highest point of orgasm his mistress had found in her life. Feeling her lithe body rubbing against him slightly as she spoke in her smooth and sultry voice, Xoknath grinned and nodded slightly, rolling his own abs in a gentle flexing manner while moving his hips. Rubbing himself against her so that she could feel how small she was in his grasp, Xoknath moved his lips to capture the side of Ariel’s neck. Sucking on her flesh lightly, he let his tongue and tusks work slightly to massage at her before releasing her with a low groan. He wanted to keep his mouth on her, but he also wanted to capitalize on this new position. His right hand had found her sex nearly immediately, pressing the tips of his first three fingers in a loose triangle against her clit. Gliding down the dampness of her panties, Xoknath allowed his index and ring fingers to spread lightly to the side before riding his fingers back up. Keeping his index and ring fingers pressing gently outside of her lips, he drifted his middle finger upwards until he could feel the raised flesh that would signal where her clit was waiting for him. .

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Pressing his finger gently against the sensitive button, Xoknath rolled his finger in a loose circular pattern around it. Drawing his tusks gently over the back of Ariel’s right shoulder, Xoknath kissed up her neck before allowing a low moan to roll from his lips to just beneath her ear. Gliding his left hand over her inner thigh slowly, he gripped at her supple flesh hungrily before dragging his hand slowly up over her hip and to her abdomen. Running slowly over her toned stomach, he bypassed her breasts to bring his hand up and place it at the base of Ariel’s throat. He spread his fingers gently over her collarbones before sliding his hand up further, his fingers and thumb taking up a loose hold around her neck. Letting the moaning growl escape his throat again, the orc allowed his hand to drift slowly up Ariel’s throat before gripping her jaw gently. Turning her head slowly, he pressed his lips to hers and allowed his tongue to drive into her mouth for a moment before his breath was stolen by her adventuring hands. Allowing his lips to fall slack for a moment before picking up the intensity of the kiss, the orc slid his hand down her throat and groped at her breasts affectionately as her hand drifted over his shaft. Moaning deeply at the icy sensation pressing through his member, Xoknath rolled his tongue within Ariel’s mouth before pulling back and placing his lips just under her ear. He made no attempt to quiet his deep, rumbling moans that her touch drew from him, his manhood swelling and aching under her touch. He was well beyond when he would normally finish, so her fleeting touches were excruciating and tested his resolve to hold his control over his orgasm. Feeling her hand following the icy sensation with a warming touch, Xoknath whimpered softly before moaning into Ariel’s ear and allowing his limited Common to flow out in appreciative gasps, “Yes. Ariel, yes. So good.” .

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Xoknath’s hand on her core had not grown still, though it had slackened in its intensity as his mind clouded with the intense pleasure his mistress brought to his manhood. Drawing his fingers closed and pressing in beneath her clit, Xoknath held them still for a moment before working them back and forth in a gentle rubbing motion. Groaning as he felt her panties interrupting his pleasing her, he took his hand off of her and pulled it up before slipping beneath the waistband of her panties and pushing over her soft flesh. Feeling her wetness directly on his fingertips, Xoknath moaned softly in a low baritone before placing his lips on her shoulder again. Allowing his tusks to press into her a little more as he gently bit her, the orc ran his fingers past Ariel’s needy clit and down to her lips. Feeling her roll her hips into his touch, Xoknath laid his fingers flat over her lips and pressed lightly against her. Shifting his wrist slightly to rub the base of his fingers against her clit, Xoknath dipped his middle and ring fingers in softly to play at her entrance and prod it gently. His index and pinky fingers pressed into her and worked to massage her lips while spreading them slightly to allow the tips of his other fingers better access. Lowering his left hand from her breasts, Xoknath allowed his hand to turn over and drag his nails gently down her abdomen before turning his hand over to grasp her thigh and rub it passionately. Pressing his fingers into her smooth, milky flesh, Xoknath growled at the fact that he couldn’t see the slight marks that he left behind his fingers in her skin. Shifting his mouth from her shoulder, he licked the two fierce red marks before kissing up her neck and to her jaw. Kissing at the base of her jaw, Xoknath moaned deeply with his tusks pressing gently against the side of her neck. .

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His kisses turned to open mouth moans as he felt her hands return to his tip, his cock twitching heavily in her hand as he tried to resist the urge of coming undone in her hands. He would have already finished and be coming back up if he had done this how he was used to, but in this instance, he was charged and ready to go with no outlet. Feeling her right hand return to stroking his shaft while her left focused on his head, Xoknath could not hold back the moans that spilled forth from his lips. His eyes were squeezed shut as he tried to ignore the sensations that drove him closer and closer to release, but his curiosity peaked when he felt her hips gyrating gently against him. Looking down to where she rubbed against his teasing fingers which continued to stroke over her exterior, Xoknath gasped softly and threw his head back when her fingers found the sensitive underside of his tip. Gasping and thrusting his hips twice, Xoknath closed his mouth and moaned deeply before his lips burst open with the name of his desire, “Ariel! Mmmmm yes! Ariel” Turning his head and kissing at her neck between breathy moans and gasps, Xoknath closed his eyes as he felt his cock swell slightly before his vision turned white. Feeling her head fall back as he slipped his middle finger into her fully, Xoknath shifted his lips and kissed at her throat with the devotion of a worshipper coming in contact with their god. Licking at her arteries before kissing her throat and allowing his tusks to press gently into her, Xoknath gasped and held his breath for a moment as his cock pulsed painfully. Able to hold it no longer, a low baritone note escaped his throat in a rolling moan as his member throbbed and released his seed in several high, arcing shots. He was vaguely aware of seeing them land on Ariel’s stomach and thighs out of the corner of his vision, but his eyes closed tightly as his orgasm took him and ran through him. .

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He would have been ashamed of himself for cumming before her had he still been on his knees, but as he felt his elven mistress’s hands still on him, Xoknath could not blame himself for succumbing to her ministrations. Moaning softly as his cock twitched in her grasp, Xoknath let his lips move over Ariel’s neck to kiss at her gently. His hand on her thigh held its grasp tightly on her, leaving the beginning of a handprint bruise on her while his finger inside of her had come to a pause. Breathing out slowly as he tried to get control of himself, Xoknath closed his eyes and moaned softly, the only way he knew to communicate his pleasure effectively to her. With his mind clearing of the fog that it had come down with, Xoknath grinned before looking down over her body. Seeing the ropes of his cum on her stomach, he could not help but smirk when he looked past them and saw his member still standing proud before her. Looking down at her panties which were stretched to allow his hand beneath them, Xoknath nodded slowly before withdrawing his hand slowly from her core. Missing the warmth that was around his finger, he shifted his hands to quickly grab the outside of her thighs. Lifting up to force her legs straight up in the air, he moved quick enough to trap her hands between her thighs where they had been around his member. Hugging her legs up with his left arm, Xoknath reached his right hand down to grab her panties and pull them off of her and up her legs quickly. Baring her glistening core and rear, Xoknath pushed up with his legs and stood from his seated position. Carrying her to the table one step over, he glanced down and saw that the puddle of water had all but dissipated, leaving a dry table for his meal to be placed on. .

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Setting Ariel down and pushing her back on the table so that her legs were in the air over her, Xoknath grinned before leaning down to greet her lower lips with his own. Licking up each of her lips slowly, he stopped just before they reached her clit. With each lip fully taster, he dropped his jaw and dove in deeper, his tusks pressing to the sides of Ariel’s lips to spread them open and massage deep beside them. Dragging his tongue up from her entrance to her clit, Xoknath moaned softly as he allowed her nectar to flood into his mouth. He glanced up and saw where his cum had pooled on her abdomen and belly button. Grunting softly as he wished to see her taste the thick ropes, Xoknath pulled up from her core and replaced his tongue with his middle finger again. Pressing his finger slowly into her to begin a slow pumping motion, he brought his left hand up to collect some of his cum on his thumb. Bringing his hand up towards her mouth, Xoknath swiped his digit over her lips before licking his own lips as a sign of what he desired. He knew from experience that he tasted good to his lovers and had seen aphrodisiac results when his lovers tasted him before. Wanting her to experience this, Xoknath continued to pump his finger slowly within her as he waited to see what she did. @Fiory

The fact that Ariel had allowed this, had allowed him to manipulate her frame onto his lap and turned her in such a way that she was at his absolute mercy showed just how much she trusted her new charge. Certainly no other had convinced her in such a short while that they were worthy of the praise the ice witch gave, and she certainly had never been with one of her slaves in such an intimate way before. No, Xoknath for the lack of a better explanation, had something special. Something different. He was not mindless. He was not without dignity or pride. He took his role seriously and she was relishing in his dedication to the craft. While she continued her play, dancing her fingers along his length she couldn’t ignore the sensation he gave to her at the same time. Her chest pounded, feeling him snake around her panties so he could hold his skin to hers. His gentle touch, loose and gliding had sent a chill through her. Her lithe frame quivered as he found the small bundle of nerves between her lips that made her squirm. There was a desperate need there that he’d find, wet and warm and inviting. Her hips rolled into his fingers as he had turned her head to kiss her, only to stop mid way through to gasp for air. His hot appreciative words against her brought a pleasure she couldn’t describe. The sensation of hearing him use her name in this lewd and desirable name was thrilling. “Yes…You’re welcome…” Her words came out in a purr, rolling and risky, wanting to draw out more of his moans. More of his pleading words. They had sounded so sweet, so lovely to the elven woman’s ears. Enough so that she added to them feeling his fingers continue at her. There was no rest for the woman, her breath coming short gentle gasps as he played and rubbed at her passionately. His baritone vocal sensations vibrated through her back and made Ariel arch gently over him. She could feel the flat of his fingers on her as she rocked her hips into him, his nails scratching and dragging down

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her flesh that sent little tingles of bliss through her. A gentle moan caressed his ear, feeling her lips spread and her body begging for him at the sensation. He had only paused briefly she noticed when he had needed to catch his breath from her stroking and teasing, so when she realized this Ariel made sure to do it again. This time a little more intensely, which brought forth a deep moan and his crying out for her in her ear.

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“MMmmm yes… Please Xoknath...” She whispered hotly to him, wanting nothing more than for him to feel as good as he was making her feel. The rush through her body feeling him swell in her hands was delightful, but it wasn’t what made her ultimately cry out herself. As a response to her teasing and torture of him, he had moved away from her clit still throbbing and desperate for release, only to slip his finger inside her depths. Ariel could have melted like her spell, her eyes rolling back and closing a moment in a sweet fluttering way. While he came over her stomach and she felt the hot ropes of him along her flesh, Ariel herself was experiencing her own. Her body ached for this, and while she would have preferred to release on something larger and more filling of him, his finger would have to do. It tickled just in the right way and just as she felt herself on the edge of ecstasy, he dared remove it. Blinking a little and panting, a soft whine escaped Ariel’s slightly parted lips. No please.. Don’t stop… The thought ran through her buzzing head as he shifted in the chair. She was so close, right there and had been edged horribly by being made to wait. Serves me right… I should have let him play first I expect… went too hard I suppose.. These next thoughts were more irritated at herself, though she let her eyes glance between her legs and down her body. The ropes of cum layed out in a pattern like lightning, and while he had came all over her, he seemed to be ready to continue as well. Ariel was a little perplexed, her face flushing red at this realization. Orcs could continue after they came? She had not expected this, but she couldn’t contain the delight it made her feel. If he was still ready to go, and just needed a short break to recharge, she would happily give it to him, vowing to leave her teasing touch off this time so he could do as he had been told. He was supposed to pleasure her after all, and now she was sliding backward off their euphoria.

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Thankfully this wouldn’t last long. Ariel soon felt herself lifted and placed gently on the table. The warmth she had felt on her back from his abdomen was missed as the hard wooden table wasn’t nearly as comfortable, however she just watched with bated breath as he removed her troublesome underwear with skill and patience. With her legs high, she brought her hands around to the sides of her hips, just to hold her legs in place as this was where he wanted her to be. The haze of her drink was slowly fading, probably the cause to be fair of her delayed response to his teasing and touch. Though it had been an age for her as well, so that likely could have been the culprit too. Ariel was about to say something to him, probably something pleasing or satisfied with his actions, but all that came out was a gasp of his name. “Ohhh Y-Yes..Xoknath yes…G-Good..” She stammered, despising how she wasn’t speaking well or distinguished but knowing that the words would be something he’d understand if her moans and whimpers were not establishing enough. She thought that she had liked him at her back, kissing and rubbing on her neck and her shoulder. She thought that she liked having his fingers play with her clit and rub her needy insides. She was wrong on so many levels. His tongue belonged there and by the gods in all the realm if he wanted to remain there Ariel was not about to remove him. She was instantly brought back to that precipice, as if the horse she had been riding had turned to bolt in the correct direction again. Ariel couldn’t keep her hips from wiggling under him, desiring that tongue and the massage it gave. She had already been so close for him, so it didn’t take long for her to feel her body take that leap. His tusks holding her lips open. His tongue dragging along her entrance to tease at her clit had been enough to make her pulse and release. Her nails dug into her own skin as Ariel moaned loudly unashamed at it and desperate for more of him. In her eupho

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ria she could only sing one name out, only give one order and she was melting like her ice in order to get it out.

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“MMmmmm! Ohh Xoknath Yes..Oh gods yes!” Her body shivered in delight, wanting nothing more than for him to ravage her like the beastly thing that he appeared to be. Her walls quivered as the sweetness she shared flowed freely into his waiting mouth. Her body panted, a light sheen of sweat starting to form in a light dusting, her chest rising and falling rapidly to regain her breath. Instead of being allowed a moment's respite, Ariel instead felt her insides invaded by his finger again, giving gentle pumping motions against her and massaging the warmth she held. It made the elf whine softly, her lips opening to help her breathe just that much better as her sharp nose was not sufficient. Her eyes watched as he slid his thumb through one of the ropes that decorated her body, wiping the sticky cream against her lips. Ariel blinked a little, watching him mime that he wanted her to taste him. She wasn’t sure exactly why, though at this point he had surely let him taste her so Ariel seemed it only fair that she return the favor. However, if she was going to taste Xoknath, she would do it on her own terms. Her lips turned towards hand and gently let her lips fall over his thumb. Her tongue snuck forward to taste him and gently suck against his thick digit. His taste was salty at first but soon had a robust flavor she couldn’t quite place. It wasn’t unpleasant and in fact was quite delightful. A taste she couldn’t place but wouldn’t have a problem continuing to sample. Her hand came up to gently caress against his arm, enjoying his thumb in her mouth and the taste of him that he had brought with. A soft moan fell light and rumbling over his thumb, her tongue caressing against that digit of his, while her hips rolled into the soft pumping of his middle finger at her lower end. She let the length of that thumb slide completely into her mouth, before dragging her lips back off of it, her tongue inside gliding along his skin. It made a quiet popping noise when it was finall

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y released from her lips, plump and bruised from him before.

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Ariel looked up at him with eyes that shone brightly, a clear invitation for round two to start if he was so inclined. They were equal in score, and she was looking to settle it. He had brought her a sexual pleasure she’d yet to experience, the dedication and worship he gave to her body was more than she could have ever dreamed of. Now she wanted all he had left. And she was willing to give all she had to get it. Her words were dripping with desire, sultry in the somewhat private space they shared only blocked by a curtain. Her eyes glanced towards the direction where his fellow orc and the nymph had been so loud and disruptive during their chat and his meal, before coming back to pierce him square in the eyes. Ariel wasn’t sure if Xoknath would understand, her hands gently gliding up her own body so he could watch them fall over her subtle curves. She couldn’t reach his cock this way, but she wanted more than her hands to glide against him now. Her fingers instead traced each line from her hourglass waist all the way up the curvature of her breasts. Her palms cupped them gently for a moment, giving the icy elf a demure and sweetly delectable air. So the words that came from her mouth both seemed to fit her gaze at him, and also seem entirely too erotic for something so sweet to utter. Shall we put them to shame, Xoknath? @Himbo Tie

The purring nature of her voice served to excite Xoknath further, his mind clouded with a need to hear more of Ariel’s praising words. He could not understand the words in particular, but he could definitely tell just what she meant by the words that fell from her lips. They spoke volumes to the Orc, clueing him in on the fact that what he was doing was bringing his Elven lover the pleasure and satisfaction that she was wanting from him. These sounds allowed some of his guilt from his growing climax to subside, knowing that he had been bringing her pleasure despite his body’s need to be selfish in this moment. He did not feel like he was failing on his promised performance, and it only added to his pleasure and satisfaction when he heard his name coming from Ariel’s mouth. A harsh name that spoke of his ability to kill on the battlefield, it meant something entirely when it was moaned out and fell from his mistress’s lips in such a sultry and breathless manner. Xoknath could feel the way her inner walls massaged his finger within her, evidence of how close he was bringing her to climax as he reached his own. He wished that he could have brought her to climax before he had or at the same time, but a mischievous grin played across Xoknath’s lips when he heard the soft whine of disappointment come from Ariel’s lips. The panting that accompanied the whine told him just how close she had gotten, and while he knew it was a dangerous game to play at disappointing your master when you were but a slave, he enjoyed the thrill of hearing her nearly begging him to finish her. His pride continued to grow when he saw where Ariel’s eyes were focused while her cheeks flushed. His member stood proudly before her, pulsing and throbbing as it begged to continue receiving the pleasure that she had been giving to it that caused him to lose the battle against his climax. Xoknath had strength in great amounts, but he also had an endurance that showed itself on and off the battlefield.

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His cock’s neediness to penetrate his lover and feel her walls around him was ignored as Xoknath laid Ariel back on the table, his hands stroking at the backs of her thighs gently. He relished the ability to see how her supple flesh depressed under his fingers, and as he watched the slightly red lines that followed his fingers on their paths, Xoknath could not help but lick his lips in anticipation. He wanted to taste her legs, his tongue and lips longingly pressing against each other as he watched the way her panties slid easily up her thighs and over her boots. Tossing the damp fabric onto the crumpled mess of her skirt, Xoknath knelt down slowly before her, his hands travelling back down her calves and thighs before reaching her inner thighs just above her core. Pulling her legs open just enough to give him an easy view up towards her face, Xoknath leaned down to meet her lips with his tongue. He noted how her hands held to her thighs to keep them raised up where he had left them, and as he ran his tongue along her lips, tasting her nectar, he moved his own hands to rest gently over her forearms. Rubbing her forearms slowly to show her body comfort over every portion, he wanted to show his unspoken thanks to her for holding the position that he had placed her in. These thanks translated from just rubbing her arms to his tongue dragging slowly up from her entrances to her clit. It was only one pass, but it was enough to tell Xoknath all that he needed to know. He wanted to pleasure himself by fucking her to completion in this lovely flower, but he had never tasted something so delectable. He needed to cherish this moment, and his manhood would need to simply wait its turn as it was pushed from the forefront of his aroused mind. Hearing the way her words stammered out over her lips at just the beginning of his mouth moving over her, Xoknath grinned and pressed his tongue with more force beneath her clit. .

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He loved hearing his name on her lips, but more than that, he adored the way that his icy mistress had lost control of her words and was on the edge of begging him again. Articulation and public image seemed to have left the alcove with the dishes from his meal, but this only served to arouse the Orc more as he felt more accomplished. Ariel’s hips moved to press her up and against him, affording Xoknath easier access to slip his tongue down from her clit to her entrance. Sliding his tongue side to side over her entrance, he pushed it deep inside of his mistress once before pulling his jaw closed and his tongue against the front of her inner walls. Pulling out of her smoothly, his tongue slowly traced patterns from her entrance to her clit. Rolling gently over the sensitive bud as he reached it, Xoknath sucked on the delicate petals surrounding it while his tusks pressed in gently against Ariel. Massaging deeper along her lips to apply pressure internally to the wings of her clit, Xoknath could feel the way her flower began to pulse and beg for release. Slipping his tongue down from her clit, he let it run slowly over her with the slick underside as he pulled his mouth back down towards her entrance. Pushing his tongue slowly into Ariel, he felt her walls beginning to pulse around him with every movement he made in driving deeper into her. Moaning deeply against her as he felt her walls finally release before clamping again in their need to be filled, Xoknath closed his eyes and allowed his mouth to collect every drop that his mistress released. Swallowing the sweet nectar as it flooded into his mouth, Xoknath lifted his hands to squeeze at her inner thighs, his fingers pressing deep enough to begin forming shallow bruises where he held her. Her moans filled his ears, encouraging his tongue to continue its slow curling movements within her, coaxing more of her nectar into his mouth as well as continuing to pull her along her climax. .

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Drinking in the sweet liquid that flowed into his mouth, Xoknath moaned deeply and allowed his tongue to carry the vibration deep within her. The way his name fell from Ariel’s mouth along with the panting sounds of pleasure and need were music to his ears, and he had every intention of hearing them continue their song. Swallowing the last of the juices that she had to offer to him, Xoknath moved his middle finger immediately into her pulsing entrance, groaning softly as he felt how her walls immediately began holding onto his digit. He longed to feel those same motions on his shaft, but he kept his knees on the ground as he licked up to her clit properly. Rolling his tongue around the pearl slowly, he closed his lips around the delicate flesh surrounding it and sucked gently in time with the slow pumps of his finger within her. Hearing the whine from her lips as she tried to breathe through the increase of pleasure, Xoknath looked up over her body and allowed his gaze to trail slowly over the soft sheen of sweat on her skin. He desired to run his tongue over her, tasting this new addition to her skin, but his attention was focused on his ropes of seed on her stomach. Xoknath was not certain whether or not she would take his instruction to taste his seed on her lips, but he was not expecting Ariel to move and take his thumb on her own. Lifting his lips from her clit and allowing a breathy moan to fall over the damp flesh of her core, Xoknath watched her lips wrap around his digit. Gasping softly before smiling when he felt her tongue rolling around him as she sampled and savored more of the thick liquid he had put on his thumb, he lowered his head to kiss over her clit towards her hipline. Licking some of the sweat that had gathered on her supple flesh, Xoknath kept his finger moving at a slow rhythm within her pussy as he watched her busy herself with his thumb. .

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Goosebumps ran up his arm slowly at her contact, a soft moan slipping up his throat as he enjoyed the way her hand caressed him gently. Ariel continued to surprise him with her actions. The way that she indulged his wishes and took his pleasure into consideration as well as her own was foreign to him, but as he felt her hips move to roll in sync with his finger pumping into her, Xoknath felt his heart pulled closer to the Elf below him. Her pleasure was quickly becoming the chief amongst his concerns, and as he heard the gentle pop of his thumb coming free from her lips, Xoknath looked up over Ariel’s body with an appreciative smile. Lifting his head and kissing along her inner thighs slowly, he rested his cheek against the inside of her right thigh as he brought his hand slowly down her throat. Allowing his fingers to trail over the creamy flesh that covered her arteries alongside her throat, his eyes locked onto her lips. Looking at their bruised state and moaning softly as he imagined pressing his own against hers, Xoknath lowered his hand down to collect more of his seed on his index and middle fingers. Bringing his fingers back up, he stopped for a moment when he saw the sparkle in her eyes that seemed to challenge him to bring her to another orgasm. Tracking where her eyes glanced in the direction of the other Orc and the Nymph he had pleasured, Xoknath could not stop the grin that painted across his lips as he accepted the challenge placed before him. Watching her hands trail over her body before palming her breasts softly, the Orc moaned deeply before moaning softly, his lips starting to move down her thigh back towards her core. He could not understand the words as they were spoken, but the challenge in Ariel’s eyes and the sultry tone of her voice were translation enough. He enjoyed the way her gentle touches and expression challenged the tone of her voice and the gaze of her eyes up at him. .

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Moaning softly as his lips found her core once again, Xoknath slid his index and middle finger into her mouth with his seed on them as his tongue found her lower lips. Accepting this challenge brought new energy to Xoknath’s finger within Ariel, joining it with his ring finger before curling the digits gently against her inner wall. Searching for the raised area of nerves, Xoknath angled his fingers so that every pumping motion found the spot before curling and pulling out. Her warmth and wetness allowed his fingers to easily slide into her, speeding up and pushing in with more force as he rolled his tongue back and forth over her clit. Collecting her nectar for the enjoyment of tasting the sweetness, he used it to coat his tongue as well. The extra slickness made it easier for his tongue to slide around her pearl in a tight circle, pressing in underneath to draw up on her before relaxing over the top. Working his jaw gently, he pressed his tusks deep against her flesh outside of her lips, massaging her interior while his fingers stretched her gently from inside. Looking up slowly as he worked his tongue and fingers within her, Xoknath took in the pleasure that he could see dancing across Ariel’s body and face. Working his fingers within her mouth slowly, he would roll them gently around her tongue before drawing his hand to the left slightly. Pulling on her cheek gently before relaxing, he would release a low rolling moan before releasing his fingers from her mouth. Placing them on her throat, Xoknath would hold her gently while letting his fingers tighten slightly. His grip was aimed so that his thumb and middle finger applied slight pressure to the veins on the sides of her neck, never squeezing against his mistress’s throat. He wanted to bring her to new levels of pleasure, not threaten her life after all. @Fiory

That clear challenge was translated better than any words could express. She felt his hand slide more of his cream onto additional fingers, a gentle chuckle escaping her bruised lips. So he liked what I did with his thumb then… Alright… I enjoyed it too so I don’t mind a repeat performance The thought floated by in her mind as she felt his index and middle fingers press for entry upon her bottom lip. Her tongue was the first to greet them sliding out to welcome them in, a hand softly removing itself from her breast to lay gently on his wrist. Ariel’s lips brought his fingers in sweetly, a gentle moan vibrating over the nail and knuckles of the pair of digits. Her hand only held his wrist a moment, just to keep him steady there so she could playfully suckle at those fingers, undulating her tongue and rolling it around against him. Ariel let the tops of his fingers glide against her teeth as she took them further into her mouth but only enough to tickle and tease at him. She certainly was not about to bite him. Not unless of course, he would like a nip or two; that she wouldn’t be opposed to. That robust saltiness coated her tongue, and as she pulled his fingers away so they could slide out licked clean with a similar pop to what his thumb had done before, she suddenly felt a rush as a second digit joined the first at her entrance. A deep and satisfying groan sounded from her throat, her lips holding his fingers just for a moment against her tongue as Ariel enjoyed the thicker sensation of him. That lithe frame wriggled and rolled under him, feeling each motion he made and each dragging sensation against her inner walls. Those curled fingers were a tease, rubbing at just the right angle and speed to send electric pulses through her. She couldn’t help how her hips rocked with his movements, begging for more of him. Ariel felt her cheek pull to one side, but she didn’t fight it, merely let her jaw relax so she could breathe a little heavier at the sensation of it.

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Her body felt hot to the touch, desperate and desiring the one being in existence that seemed to make her melt. His cum seemed to ignite her further, her back arching as he continued to play and dance around that bundle of nerves. Her body was aching, wanting to release again and again, as many times as he could pull from her, knowing she could theoretically be brought to ecstasy multiple times in one sitting. Theoretical, as it hadn’t been done before. He certainly had the potential though. His tusks though sharp she knew, were gentle as he moved his jaws back and forth. With his consistent moans against her, the actions sent shivers dancing over her nerves.

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Ariel was a wet mess, positively dripping like the spell she had used so expertly to translate for him. He would find that he would have plenty of the nectar she produced, to taste and to use. She hadn’t felt this good in decades, and gods she did not want it to stop. Feeling like she might ignite in flames even though her magic speciality was ice, Ariel glanced down between the mounds of her breasts and over her supple midsection at him. He was brilliant, paying such close attention to her every movement, following and dancing with her undulating hips. Watching him work at her just made her face flush red, impressed and admiring a master at work. Needy little gasps were the majority of what came from her mouth, followed by desperate whines pleading in the air for him. At first, when she felt his palm against her throat, she thought perhaps he was bringing another sample of himself up to her lips. She wouldn’t have denied this third taste, though Ariel found quickly that this was not another tasting for her. It was a gentle hold instead. “Xoknath…please…” The words were accompanied by a soft moan, her head tilting back a little to accommodate the hand against her throat. A moment of worry ran through her. What exactly was he doing? Was he trying to strangle her? Was this how he would earn his freedom from her; fuck her then kill her? There are worse ways to go… She thought, though the hand that had remained on her breast slowly crept to join its counterpart on his wrist. It was more a precaution, her fingernails softly holding the skin of his wrist and forearm while he held her throat. Ariel realized fairly quickly though, that the pressure he placed on her did not constrict her airway. She could still breathe, as demonstrated by a soft moan that sang from her lips continuing to feel him stretch and play at her.

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She could feel the pressure that began against her neck, her hands remaining on his wrist to gently hold him. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust what he was doing, it was more for insurance. Last thing she wanted was to freeze their fun. But instead she felt her head start to fuzz and empty. Her eyes fluttered gently closed at the clouded feeling that washed over her. It made his movements intense while also holding her willingly in a state of blissful surrender. From his angle it would surely look like he was in control of his mistress, had her at his mercy and in a way he certainly did. The reality of the situation was that Ariel let him have control. She could easily stop their fun if she was so inclined. The issue was the wine she’d had before and just how damn good he was making her feel. She hadn’t eaten the entire day and the wine she recognized far too late was of a higher alcohol content then she was used to. An older vintage. Certainly not bad and worth the coin but a dangerous mix for the lonesome elf and her newly purchased stud of a slave. Which brought her mind, though fuzzy and enjoying the release of thought, recalled the toy she had played with just moments before. The one he owned and she had enjoyed stroking until it could hold back no further. Gliding her left hand down his arm, she let the back of her nails drag against his skin until her arm fell softly on her midsection with a gentle slapping sound. Her palm lay on her skin, hoping he could see her little motions and that he would understand her. A soft whine made her pause for only a moment, before she gently folded her fingers and pointed down at the treasure he was so tenderly devouring between her legs. That delicate index finger moved from him to her and back again, before her whole hand turned over so her palm was up towards the ceiling. Her index pad dragged through a line of his cream that hadn’t been touched, holding it on the tip of her finger as she curled it motioning for yes b

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ut additionally beckoning him closer. The symbolism wasn’t hard to understand, his cum dripping down her finger in a smooth even line.

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As if that was not indication of what she wanted, through gritted teeth she sucked in air and released a melodic moan, singing to his ears to coax and allure him to her. His mouth was fantastic, his fingers were delightful. Ariel wished for the rest of him, what he kept at bay even though she was sure it was hungry and anxiously awaiting its turn. The words though few were pleading now, sultry whines accompanying them to demonstrate just how fiercely she required this of her new charge. It was a heavenly torture, played like a singing instrument at his tongue and the tips of his fingers. Murmured, and only in prayer did she hope he would understand, Ariel praised him and beseech him to have mercy upon her. In her head she had been kind, she had been patient, gentle and sweet to him. She had done nothing to have him hold out on her. And yet here he was, depriving her of making sure he felt good while also getting exactly what she desired too. So her words reflected that, a soft supple whine that she just hoped he could understand if her gestures didn’t translate. Please… Xoknath…I..I need you…All of you...Please…I beg you… @Himbo Tie

Xoknath was in love with the way that Ariel pulled his fingers slowly into her mouth. He enjoyed the sensation of her tongue rolling under and over his digits, coaxing them deeper into her mouth while she cleaned him of any of the thick liquid that he had brought from her stomach. Such a gentle and dutiful embrace on his fingers brought an excited throb to his manhood as he imagined how she would handle his cock if they ever got to a point where he was allowed to place his member inside his mistress’s mouth. His train of thought was interrupted by the vibrations of Ariel’s moans as he pushed his second finger into her dripping wet walls. Smirking with his lips against her clit, Xoknath lifted his gaze to watch her react to him as he curled his fingers within her while continuing to pump his fingers in and out of her at a steady rhythm. Feeling the way that Ariel’s hips and body rolled through the pleasure that he brought to her, Xoknath pressed down with his mouth against her lips to give her more pressure to grind against. He allowed his tusks to keep pressing deep into her, working with the rolling movements of her body to allow his pleasuring to push deeper into her. Moaning thickly against her sensitive lips and nub in his mouth, Xoknath made no effort to hide how much he was enjoying the flavor that his Elven mistress had to offer to him. When her back arched after she tasted his cum, the Orc could not help the grin and swell of confidence that came through his being. He knew that she was going to be getting the benefits of his seed that he had wanted her to, and as if it were a sign, he could feel her walls clenching around him as more of her juices flowed over his fingers. Grinning and pressing his tongue against Ariel’s clit, he moved it quickly back and forth while moving his fingers within her. .

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Curling against her g-spot with every withdraw, he allowed them to wiggle slightly with every slide into her, working to start stretching her for the impressive girth of his manhood. He had every intention of driving himself into her and fucking her properly, but as he felt her walls tightening down on his fingers, Xoknath knew she was not yet ready to take him. Looking up to see her back arch strongly while he lowered his hand to her throat, Xoknath could not stop the moans that rumbled from his throat and lips into Ariel’s clit. Every little sound and move she made was observed, and he made sure to repeat the moves that brought the sounds he enjoyed the most from his sultry mistress’s lips. When he sucked on her clit while pushing down against every thrust of her hips, Xoknath could hear the needy gasp that escaped her lips. The way that Ariel’s noises begged him to continue had a strong impact on the Orc, moving his tongue and fingers in such ways that he only wanted to continue her pleasure. As her passion flowed freely and coated his fingers and tongue, Xoknath lowered his mouth to take more of her lips into his mouth. Sucking on the petals before releasing them to glisten before him, he let his nose work quick back and forth movements over her clit while he rolled the tip of his tongue around her entrance. Feeling her delicate flesh stretching to fit his girthy fingers within her, Xoknath moved his tongue to lick around his fingers where they pushed into Ariel’s tight walls. Pressing his tongue against her smooth flesh before drawing back up towards her clit, Xoknath glanced up over her body when he felt her hand on his wrist as she moaned out his name. Both of her hands were holding his wrist as he gently held her throat. This drew a low moan from the Orc’s throat as he saw Ariel’s head laying back slightly to make more room for his hand on her delicate neck. .

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Rubbing his thumb and fingers gently up and down her arteries along her throat, Xoknath kissed around her clit before lifting his lips free from her for a moment. Looking up her body as her chest and hips continued to move, he sped up the rhythm with which he pushed his fingers into her. Biting his lower lip as he watched her body react to the pleasures that he was bringing to her, Xoknath spoke in his native tongue, the tone low and seductive, “You like that, do you Ariel? You like my hand around your throat? Good, I will remember that.” Grinning as the words finished and his eyes drifted over her abdomen, Xoknath continued to angle his thrusts up towards her inner walls and g-spot while he lowered his lips to her flesh. Kissing slowly up from beside her aroused pearl, Xoknath allowed his tusks to leave a pair of gentle red lines following the path of his lips as they drew up towards her hipline again. Kissing the gentle flesh of his Elven mistress, he licked from her left hipbone over to her right, littering her skin with open mouth kisses as he went. Moaning deeply as he rested his lips beside her hipbone, Xoknath drew his tongue in a slow circle against her before biting into her flesh gently. His tusks dug into her lightly, but with the careful angle of his approach, they simply rubbed deeply against her rather than piercing and gouging into her. Lifting his head slightly before settling back down to suck deeply on the flesh he had bitten, Xoknath began to form a deep purple hickey that he revealed after a few moments of sucking on her. Smirking as he saw it as a mark of his own, Xoknath did not miss the irony of a slave issuing a mark while himself bearing a brand on his chest delivered to him by his new owner. Kissing the hickey before looking up at her, Xoknath gripped his fingers around her throat enough to pull her head forward slightly so that he could force their gaze to meet. .

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Nodding slowly when his golden eyes met with her icy blues, Xoknath loosened his grip and pushed her head back again gently while kissing from the hickey back to her core. Drawing his lips slowly over her sensitive pearl, he curled his tongue underneath it gently before pulling his tongue up along it. Rolling his tongue in a steady undulating pattern on the underside of her clit, Xoknath closed his lips over Ariel’s petals to draw them gently into his mouth with light amounts of suction. His fingers within her started to slow a little in their rhythm of thrusting into her, taking a slower approach instead that allowed him to rotate his wrist with every push into her. Rubbing his fingers against the sensitive walls of her womanhood, Xoknath worked the pressure gently against the swollen bulbs of her clitoral wings. Working his fingers in a gentle pattern of rubbing back and forth with every thrust, he allowed them to work towards bringing additional pleasure to his Elven lover while also making an effort to stretch and prepare her for himself. Xoknath glanced up from where he was devouring his treat, his attention drawn by the motion of her hand gliding down his arm slowly. Groaning softly as he felt her nails dragging against his skin, he lifted his head so that he could see what Ariel intended to communicate, but his tongue fell from his mouth to keep the tip rubbing a gentle pattern over the tip of her pearl. Smirking when he saw her gesture between them, Xoknath lowered his head to suck the sweet liquids around her clit into his mouth and swallow them. Moaning deeply as he lifted his head back up and glanced at her hand that was waiting for his cock to be placed in it, Xoknath shook his head and brought his fingers out of her slowly. The tips stayed just within Ariel, and in that moment of waiting and watching her hand, he brought the tip of his index finger forward and let it join his middle and ring fingers. .

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Watching his cum drip from her finger as her words struggled to break through the moans in her throat, Xoknath smiled while nodding his head slowly. Lowering his head with a low chuckle, he drew his tongue quickly up over the tip of her clit before circling it with a new fervor around her sensitive nub. He could taste the increase in the liquids that she created for him, and he used this new slickness to push his three fingers into her slowly. Her walls were tightening as he felt her desperately working to accommodate the new digit, but Xoknath could also feel the tremors coming over her that would be signaling her next release. Sucking on her clit as he let his tongue work around it slowly, he pressed against the sensitive flesh beneath it before dragging up to draw more of her out of the sheath that hid her jewel away. Allowing her slickness to coat his working muscle as it moved to draw her pleasure out, Xoknath began slowly pumping his fingers in and out of her. His ears caught the whines and whimpers of his mistress, which worked only to increase the fervor of his desire to pleasure her. He could tell by her hand that she desperately wished to please him as well, but he refused to give her that opportunity just yet. Feeling her walls beginning to spasm in a familiar fashion, Xoknath released his lips from her and lifted his head slowly. Pushing up with his legs and leaning forward, he looked down at her body from above and could see the clear imagery of his fingers disappearing within her needy womanhood. Looking up Ariel’s body, he could see where his cum had painted her. Most of it had flowed to collect in her navel or at her waist, traveling with that alluring sheen of sweat that covered them both in this most intimate of scenes. Breathing heavily as he felt his arousal growing, Xoknath flexed his lower abs and allowed his manhood to swing up and over Ariel’s lower body before he could set his tip on her waiting palm. .

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Nodding slowly, he lowered his head to kiss her breasts and give them the pleasure that they had been missing out on. Wrapping his lips and tongue around her nipple slowly, Xoknath sucked on her flesh before releasing with a noticeable popping sound of the wet suction ending. Driving his fingers into her at a steady rhythm, he moved his thumb to rub back and forth over her clit to continue bringing it a form of stimulation. Xoknath could see his Elf’s body shifting slightly on the table with the intensity of his thrusting. Smirking as he kissed up Ariel’s chest slowly, he lifted her head with his grip around her throat before moving his lips to her ear. Thrusting his hips twice into her hand and groaning needily into her ear, Xoknath licked the shell of her ear with a deep chuckle as he felt her walls clenching tight around his fingers within her. Moaning deeply and releasing his hold on her throat to allow the blood to rush freely again, Xoknath spoke in a deep voice in his native tongue, “Cum for me, Ariel. Release your hold on your senses and come undone for me.” @Fiory

The movements he made were masterful, a true artisan at work as he played her delicately and dutifully. Her body ached in its desire for the orc that teased and tormented it, and she relished in each movement, every thrust, and especially each sound he made. The moans against her delicate space not only felt amazing when they rumbled and vibrated against her, but they sounded just as good. A deep low tone, nearly a growling sound that woke something deep in Ariel that she didn’t know she thoroughly liked. In the haze of her sexual delight she made a note to find out where on this plane of existence did he learn how to do such things to a woman’s body, and as the gods above as her witness she would look into further pleasuring techniques for him too. To use as rewards for good behavior. Good being a relative term of course. And ‘Good’ wasn’t necessarily something that Xoknath was apparently. She felt him move and kiss at her skin, enjoying the sensation of his teeth and her lips against her sensitive flesh. The break to breathe was warranted, and allowed, as Ariel enjoyed the tender sensation against her. In her head she could see where he was, laying kisses and gentle scrapes of his teeth against her until they found a spot worthy of remaining. A tickling circle, wet from his tongue before a gentle bite of his teeth followed. Ariel groan, her hips stilling as he held and suckled against her. The pressure she felt there made her cry out, taking in breath sharply afterwards. What is he doing? She wondered, angling her head just slightly to try and get an idea of what exactly her orc slave was doing to her in the middle of their sexual fun. It didn’t take her moving her head much to see the dark purple at her hip, even the slight indentation made by his teeth. He Marked Me… She thought, letting her eyes go back to either a closed state or up at the ceiling which was easier to see. The irony of that was, she enjoyed it. Not angry or upset at the mark he made a

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nd at least thankful he decided to make it somewhere fairly hidden, Ariel savored the feeling of his more primal nature. Perhaps that was another reason she was drawn to him, not just physique or intelligence but she had hoped he would be a bit of a beast. One she would happily claim.

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When her eyes met his briefly after the purple mark was made, she stared back with a heat unrivaled. In one glance she portrayed exactly what was on her mind. Yes, I know what you did…and No, I am not angry about it… Mark further, if you dare to. Ariel enjoyed everything about him, the strength he showed, the intelligence he seemed to have and while his fingers were certainly made for war and bloodshed and hard labor, they were instruments of pleasure she enjoyed more than words could describe. She waited, knowing what she had tried to communicate to the brute and wondering in her haze of euphoria if he understood. Did he catch the intention she had made? Did he understand without the translation spell? It was hard for the elf to say, as her attention was mostly centered on the ceiling, enjoying the restriction he gave to her throat and the soft pressure he put on her arteries. A sense of despair fell over her, feeling him pull his face away, his tusks sliding back and his tongue lapping no further at her. She wanted him, so her thoughts let her dwell on the idea that he understood what she meant, her lower lips grasped between her teeth awaiting the prize she wanted. Instead as she felt his fingers slowly slide out, they didn’t fully remove themselves. She twitched a little, unable to help it, and her eyes fluttered softly wondering, waiting. She was downright soaked, wanting nothing more than to release again on him, to really clench her sex and milk him dry if he would let her. What she got was a third finger forcing its way in. Wincing at first, Ariel fell back into a loud moan, her back arching against his fingers beautifully on the table. Her legs quivered as he continued to pump his fingers, now three, deep and methodical in her. Her hips rolled again as he caught that steady rhythm and she panted with soft whines and whimpers on her lips. For the most part any words she said were in Elvish, said in desperate whines of delight and ecstasy. She could

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feel her body begin that steady rise, knowing that a delightful cliff was coming and her voice sung out softly in anticipation of it.

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It was then to her surprise that she felt that thickness in her palm, the one she had left on her stomach after commanding that he take her here and now on the table. Her fingers gently wrapped around the girth of him, her pads squeezing as they went as if to decipher exactly what had been placed within her grasp. Her gaze was at the ceiling and she was enjoying how fuzzy her head was, so she certainly wasn’t going to look down to verify what she knew it had to be. Cheeky bastard…Alright then.. If this is what you wish… She thought, blissful and downright needy of him. While she climbed that cliff as he pumped his fingers in and out of her, her hand would gently do the same around the girth of him. Reaching as far down as she could, she slid her hands down his length and then back up again, her palm gliding underneath while her thumb pressed on top. Her fingertips held him gently only slightly scratching with her nails as she let him buck twice in her hand. Her other hand, the one that had been holding his wrist, fell off to join its counterpart. It remained at the tip of him though, pressing and massaging his tip. Her fingers trailed along the edge of his head while her palm and fingers rubbed at the ridge underside of him against her stomach. She was just getting into a bit of a rhythm, stroke down, squeeze and stroke back up release, when she felt herself beginning to lose the battle to hang on to her orgasm much longer. All she understood from his deeply voiced words was her name “Ariel”. The rush of blood back to her head made the otherwise dulled sensations of him intensify. While the nymph’s orgasmic cries were sweet like morning robins, Ariel’s was rich like an exotic songbird.

“Xoknath! Oh gods… Yes! Ahhh!” Was about all she got out as actual words. Her body shook, rocked by the freight train of an orgasm that ripped through her. Her walls clenched down tight and threatened to drown his fingers, her legs quivering around him. Her hands, held fast to him, halted in their playful stroking game and squeezing tightly as if she were actually falling and his cock was the only thing to hold on to. The fingers that had been playing with the head of him, teasing and pressing and squeezing the sensitive flesh, chilled as if ice had taken them. It would send a freezing sensation down through him, tickling and ice cold. There was no immediate warmth that replaced the sensation this time though, it remained cold until she gasped and panted for breath. It took her a moment, panting and sucking in air as if she’d never get enough before realizing that it might be a little painful and frostbite was nothing to play with. Especially there. Her hand trembling a little, the one on his shaft slid up to replace where the other had been, rolling her palm over the top to soothe and warm his head back up again. Last thing she wanted to do was to freeze him too badly, she just couldn’t help it. Breathing heavily and trembling under him, Ariel turned her head so her lips lay parted against his strong jawline. Not a word was said, just a gentle press of her lips against his rough green skin. It was to convey her gratitude, her desire, the desperation she felt. She was thoroughly impressed, beyond so. He exceeded any expectation that she had for him, and while she gently resumed stroking his cock on her stomach, she laid soft kisses along his jaw and neck. The reprieve after such a violent orgasm was greatly appreciated, as she caught her breath after it had been so thoroughly stolen from her. In a voice that shook in it’s gentleness and muted tone, Ariel whispered words she hoped he would understand and know she meant in the most blissful way possible.

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“Xoknath… I want you to take me until you can go no more… That’s an order.” @Himbo Tie

The challenge in her gaze was not lost on Xoknath, and as he admired the beauty of Ariel’s breasts beneath his lips, he moved to make good on his promise. Opening his mouth to suck her nipple into his mouth, he kissed her right breast before letting his tongue circle the pert nub itself. Licking around her nipple before moving his mouth in open kisses over her supple flesh, Xoknath cherished the softness of her breast before kissing deeper. Tightening his lips over her flesh as he sucked on the side of her breast, the Orc was mindful to keep his lips off of the flesh of her chest that her dress would display. She was the mistress, and he was the slave. It would be inappropriate for an outside person to see her carrying his marks, no matter how badly he wished to advertise his claim to her body at this moment. As badly as he wanted to kiss along her cleavage and mark it, he opted to keep his lips in place and form another deep purple hickey on her. Shifting his attention to her cleavage, Xoknath let his tusks trail behind him gently to leave two faint lines that would not last for longer than needed. Kissing and licking up her cleavage slowly, he rested his lips at the base of her throat and kissed her collarbone. The sounds that continued to flow from Ariel’s mouth caused the fire of desire burning in his chest to glow a brighter shade of red. There was something about this woman below him that he could not place, but with his fingers deep within her and his lips on her, he wanted nothing more than to see what pleasure he could bring to her. She had been kind to him and fed him a meal fit for a king, much less a slave. His desire to please her could have been a duty-bound promise, but when her voice gave way to her native tongue, Xoknath knew in that moment that he wanted to bring her pleasure. This was no slave-master transaction of giving her what she commanded. The last breath of freedom in his lungs was devoted to her pleasure. .

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He was not sure what was going to happen when he placed his cock directly into her waiting palm, but Xoknath was willing to bet that the Elven beauty below him was not going to hurt him. His instincts paid well, and as Ariel’s fingers wrapped slowly around his tip, his breath became a shuddering mess against the damp flesh of her collarbone. Gasping softly when her fingers started to wrap around him independently and squeeze lightly, Xoknath closed his eyes and lifted his head slightly. Breathing out shakily as he opened his eyes, he looked over the features of her face as he tried to regain control of his breathing. The sharpness of her jawline spoke of her proud Elven heritage, and the way it ran up to her ear in a gentle slope drew Xoknath’s attention and desire. Kissing slowly up her jaw while giving small touches with his tongue to taste her, Xoknath let his hot, needy breath wash over her neck as he enjoyed the movements of her fingers and hand on his member. The slow pumping of her hand and the squeeze of her fingers increased his arousal, drawing healthy beads of precum from Xoknath’s manhood that dripped and collected on her abdomen. The gentle scratches along his shaft served only to excite him further, earning Ariel a smooth moan below her ear that ended in a deep, rolling growl. The swell in his member and the way his hips reacted with another thrust would be clear evidence that he enjoyed the sensation, but Xoknath made his enjoyment clear with the kiss that he placed under her pointed ear. Letting his tongue lap out slowly to create a patch of damp skin, he breathed out a slow stream of air down his mistress’s neck when he felt her other hand move to hold his tip. The soft massaging motions as her other hand stroked him drew a soft moan from the Orc’s lips, but he knew that, despite the pleasure he was receiving, it was Ariel who would be coming undone first. .

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Xoknath did not need to speak the Elven tongue to know that Ariel was thanking some higher power when her voice flooded over him. Stilling his fingers within her and keeping them pressed against her g-spot, he pressed his thumb gently against her clit. He wanted to do nothing but continue to pleasure her, but he refused to do anything that might silence or cut off the beautiful sound that floated over his ears. He had been judgmental of the Orc and Nymph in the other stall, but as he listened to the rich sounds that his mistress emitted because of his efforts, Xoknath knew in that moment that he would kill anyone that interrupted her. He could feel her legs quivering against his hips and arm, but the sensation that stood out most to the Orc was how her walls were clenching around his fingers and coating them in her passion. He regretted not being able to taste the liquids that drained from her, so he busied his mouth by kissing in front of her ear and letting deep moans wash over her. Opening his mouth slowly, he let his tongue dip out to trace the shell of her ear again before stopping at the small point at the tip. His breath was stolen when her hands clenched down on his shaft, drawing a deep groan from the Orc as he waited for her hold to release. Her orgasm was working through her, so he had expected her touch to grow firmer. It was the chilling sensation, however, that he had not been prepared for. The groan rolling through Xoknath’s throat warped into a pained growl as the icy sensation persisted on his tip. Closing his eyes and holding his breath for a moment, the combination of pain and pleasure drew more blood into his needy length. There was no denying that he liked the sensation that Ariel’s hands were giving to him, but his breath came in a shuddering sigh of relief when her breathing came under control and her hands shifted to allow a warming sensation over his tip. .

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His left hand rested over her throat where he had released his hold on her, leaving a small bruise along her arteries that showed where his fingertips had been pressing into her. Bringing his hand slowly up from her throat, Xoknath allowed his fingers to slowly glide over Ariel’s right cheek, admiring the softness of her flesh before lowering. Gliding down her neck slowly with the tip of his middle finger trailing down the center of her windpipe, he laid his hand flat on the base of her slender neck before moving on. His fingers took her left right breast into a squeezing grasp, feeling the way her flesh melded to his touch and allowed him to palm her fully. His hands were very large over her chest, allowing him the freedom to hold her ample bosom with no difficulty. This did not keep his hand from wandering, as it slowly crept over her side to wrap down beneath her and splay across her lower back. Lifting slowly to raise her rear from the table slightly, Xoknath grinned when he felt the way that Ariel’s body trembled through the aftershocks of her orgasm. Feeling her lips on his jawline, Xoknath could do nothing to stop the flush of deep green that washed over his cheeks. They had just finished an intense sexual interaction with plans to do more, but it was the gentleness of the kiss that caught him off guard. He had been kissing her and loving the feel of her flesh under his lips and tongue, but he had not been in a position to give her many chances to initiate a kiss. Much less one of such a tender caliber as this one, portraying more care and desire beyond the carnal need of their earlier kisses. Finding his breathing coming in shaky patterns as he enjoyed the touch of his mistress’s lips, Xoknath leaned his head slightly away to open more of his neck and jaw to his gentle display of affection. Moaning softly to show how he enjoyed it, he felt a catch in his throat as his moan grew louder and more needy with the continued stroking along his throbbing length.

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Hearing his name in her words as her hands continued their slow stroking, Xoknath could not help but curse his ignorance as he failed to understand the words that she used. He knew that she wanted him to continue to pleasure her; this much was clear by the way her hands had begun rubbing at his excited, leaking length. Trusting his instincts as he nodded slowly, Xoknath turned his head to take Ariel’s next kiss on his lips. Molding his lips to hers and pressing into the kiss, he released a low moan against her lips as he slowly pulled his fingers from within her. He would separate their lips slightly so that any sound she made would dance across the surface of his lips and then into his ears. Sliding the tips of his fingers slowly up the silky curves of her petals, Xoknath rubbed his middle finger over her clit before bringing his hand up to take hold of the tip of his manhood. Kissing her deeply before biting her lower lip gently, Xoknath held onto it loosely as he pulled his head back, allowing her lip to slip from his grasp before he raised his torso slowly. Looking down at her slim body before him Xoknath drew his left hand down from her breasts to gently push her hands away from his member. Rubbing his right hand over his tip to coat it in her nectar, he held the base of his cock with his left hand before shifting his hips back. Releasing his tip after a few more rubs, Xoknath rolled his hips slowly forward to prod his tip against Ariel’s entrance. Moaning deeply as he felt her opening slightly to him, he lowered his right hand to place his middle and index fingers over her clit. Rubbing a slow circle around the sensitive flesh, he took a deep breath before moving his gaze to meet Ariel’s. .

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Waiting a moment to hear any kind of rejection or refusal, Xoknath pushed forward with his hips and released a rolling moan as he felt his head sliding into her slowly. Stopping after a few inches, he stroked his exposed member with his left hand before looking up to her face for any signs of pain. Looking into Ariel’s icy blue eyes, Xoknath smiled slightly before thrusting in a few more inches. His eyelids fluttered closed as he slid into her, his shaft hugged by her slick walls. Without as long of a wait, Xoknath pushed in the rest of the way until his hips pressed lightly against Ariel, his cock hilted within her. Releasing a soft moan as he waited a moment, Xoknath shifted his left foot forward for greater leverage. Grinning up at her as he nodded slowly, he pressed his hand under her lower back firmly against her to hold her in place before pulling his hips back slightly. Pushing forward and seating himself within her again, Xoknath released a deep moan before speaking in his native tongue, “Ariel. Oh fuck. You feel so good. Let me pleasure you, please.” Looking into her eyes as if for permission, Xoknath lowered his lips and placed them on Ariel’s before pulling his hips back. Pulling only halfway out to maintain the sensation of being filled, Xoknath pushed in quickly to the hilt before immediately pulling back. Creating a rhythm of deep and fast thrusts with little lag time, Xoknath kept the fingers of his right hand moving in accordance with the rhythm. Holding his fingers still and pressing over her clit on the back stroke, he rubbed his fingers in a quick back and forth over her sensitive pearl when he slammed forward into her. The table shifted with each impact of their hips, but with his stance and hand under her back, Ariel would feel that she was staying relatively still despite the power behind his thrusts. @Fiory

Her kisses against his skin had been slow and gentle. Giving her time to climb down the mountainous high she had fallen off of on this last orgasmic trip. It was also her way of apologizing to the orc slave, for freezing him so. It hadn’t been on purpose, as she had never felt such a release in her life and couldn’t have anticipated how her magic would respond to it. She had heard that groaning sound, and the notes of pain and discomfort that it held. So Ariel wanted nothing more than to replace that discomfort and suffering with warmth and gentleness. Her lips glided smoothly down his neck, enjoying how he opened himself up to her, allowing her to drag against his flushing dark skin. Her breath was warm against his skin, leaving sighs that every so often would shudder against him in delight. And considering the soft moans he gave that played at her ears, it was clear to Ariel that he enjoyed her affections for him. While Ariel was the mistress, the owner in this scenario, she had never wanted to be cruel or evil in that respect. She gave punishments and she gave rewards depending on the deserving nature of the actions requesting them. There was always a reason for what she did. Always a purpose behind her actions or words. She wasn’t one to simply beat and belittle just for the fun of it. There was no point in that. And at least for Xoknath, he had done very little to grant him her ire. So when she realized she had inadvertently caused him pain, it was clear she wanted to reassure the orc he had done no wrong. It was accidental, and she was for lack of actually verbalizing it, grateful to him. “I’ve never… come so hard… before… in my life…” She murmured when he released her lips from his, her breath soft against him when she spoke. It was more to herself than to anyone within hearing distance or even to Xoknath who she was sure wouldn’t understand her breathless words. Her body pulsed on its own around his fingers as he slid them slowly out of her, her che

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st rising and falling dramatically underneath him. There was even a bit of a roll of her breath, feeling his hands move and caress against her. His strong hands and fingers made her flesh tingle, or perhaps that was just the sensitivity she was feeling that coursed through her. Never in her life had she felt so free and so utterly worshiped by anyone. It nearly brought tears to her eyes, at the simple thought that the only one who had ever made her feel as if she was needed, desired or wanted in any kind of capacity, was someone she had to purchase herself. A being who had no choice in the matter and was doing this all because she told him to.

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Ariel let her head fall back a little against the table, her eyes closing just for a moment during the respite between intensities. She felt her hands softly removed from his length, and she let them slide down her sides quietly until her nails clicked against the hard wooden surface. She had seen the nod he gave, and she had very little strength to try and repeat her desires to him. Quietly she opened her eyes and locked them to his, watching his careful slow movements. She took stock of how he was rubbing the top of himself, slickening it up and it sent a flurry through her like a playful winter storm. As if understanding at once, her body seemed to anticipate him, relaxing in his grasp as he prodded at her entrance. Despite the fingers he’d used to stretch and arouse her, and the slickness that coated her between her legs, he would find that she was still a snug fit around him. He should could fit, but her body held tight in protest at it. At least at first. Shuddering she whined and tilted her head back as he pushed forward. Inch by inch giving way to shaky excited exhales. By the Gods he was big. Larger than she anticipated and everything in her body screamed in both stretching agony and unquestionable delight. Her body felt like it was burning from the inside out and fuck did it feel amazing. Ariel couldn’t understand most of what he said, catching words such as her name, ‘fuck’ and ‘please’. I can’t go on like this. I need to either teach him Common or I need to learn Orcish… She vowed, her back arching in a soft curve when his hips finally met up against her. Hilted and feeling stuffed to the brim, Ariel panted and glanced down her body to view the coupling of them both for herself. The dark green against her fair cream skin made her think of a summer’s hill, but no grassy gnoll had ever made her feel this good before.

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“Please… Yes…” She whispered, her voice a whimper, a desperate plea. She was the mistress here, but Ariel would certainly look to be at her slave’s mercy. And she wanted to be. A gasp seeped from those lips when he pulled back, only to shove himself forward again and entice a groan out of her. Once, twice, slow and deep he thrust within her depths. Each time her body welcomed him in, coating him with the nectar she had been so exquisitely teased of. Squeezing around his length to coax him motions greedily. When he leaned down and kissed her, she returned it ten fold. Hungry and needing his affections. Gasping when their lips parted, Ariel would sing her ecstasy filled songs into his ears. Melodic tunes begging for his cock, for more of his hips, for each muscle to belong only to her for the rest of his days. Her legs gently wrapped around his waist, as best they could considering she was smaller than him, wanting nothing more than to give herself something to hold on to. Wanting only for him to take her until exhaustion took him. Which in the grand scheme of things was not quite the best idea of a bodyguard meant to protect and fight on her behalf to be. As he continued, that rhythm steady and deep and fast, Ariel couldn’t help her hands rising to his shoulders, holding him tenderly and shivering at his actions. Holding the table wouldn’t be enough. She needed to hold him, to feel him with every fiber of her being. Each time he hilted into her, her nails dug a little into his back and shoulder blades. Each time he slid out to do it again she lessened the grasp she had on his skin. Her heart beat loud that it was nearly deafening to her ears. The only other sounds she heard were the groans and growls Xoknath made, and those just made her want to bring more of them out. Ariel found she adored listening to him, hearing his moans, and the desire in his growls. Her hips rolled in that rhythm as her body stretched to accommodate his girth and length. She wanted to

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be able to fit as much into her as possible, to feel every inch and press it against every side of her.

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“Fuck… X-Xoknath.. My god… Please… oh gods please…” Ariel begged, her head lifting just a little bit in order to press her forehead to his collarbone. Her voice was shaking, pleading with him. She had lost nearly all control, given it freely to the slave that plowed her insides and made her feel too damn good to feel anything else. Her temperature rose and her body shivered in delight at his teases and his thrusts, at the breath on her neck and the moans in her ear. Exquisite. Magnificent. Amazing. Words that would pale in comparison to the male that was fucking the world and it’s sensations right out of her. There were no others here, no tavern, no horny nymph, no waiter and no other patrons. There was only her and him. On a table that creaked and complained with each thrust he made against it, the wood groaning in contempt each time he hilted into her. That sheen of sweat along her body made her glitter underneath him. As he continued and drove her onward, she could feel her body want to release and soak him thoroughly. Never had Ariel been so aroused and her body been so used. It felt amazing. Her hips gyrated against him, needy and ravenous. Her nails grasped him tight, wanting nothing more than for him to let loose so she seemed to be readying herself to hold on as if her life depended on it. Her breasts bounced under him, rolling with each heavy movement, teasing their touch against his chest. Ariel moaned in time with him, a new sound of their wet connection echoing in her ears. It drove her senses wild, made her arousal stand on end and desperate. The slapping sounds brought a quake to her exhales as she panted into his neck. Her tongue came out and licked him slowly, grazing up from the base of his neck to where she could reach him under his jaw. The Elf wanted to drive him absolutely mad. Push him til he could go no further, and fuck her until he was ready to collapse. Every sense in her wanted to feel that thick release. She’d gotten a taste of him

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, seen his thick seed stain her abdomen and licked his fingers clean of the sticky cum he’d offered her. Now it seemed she desired to drain him completely.

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Ariel didn’t care about the hickey’s he’d left on her skin, the marks from his teeth, and the bruising on her plump lips. She cared only about that satisfaction she felt, the impending release that would certainly expend the remainder of her energy, and the feeling of soaking and squeezing his length mercilessly within her. The woman was unafraid, she had no other feelings but euphoria and sexual desire. There was nothing left to feel but those. Her body clenched around him as she shifted just to get herself into a slightly better position and she purred at him as if he was sending her straight to the heavenly gates. He would surely have her last and largest orgasm yet if he continued, and Ariel was all for milking him completely dry in retaliation of it. @Himbo Tie

The words that Ariel murmured out meant nothing to the orc, yet Xoknath could not help but feel excited by the lust and need that seemed to drip from his mistress’s vice. Feeling his lips receive the soft air that came with her words, he felt the urge to press his lips against her again. The pulsing feeling of her walls squeezing around his fingers, however, returned Xoknath’s focus to the task at hand. He could see the way her chest moved as she tried to regain her steady breathing, and he allowed his eyes to drift to see her breasts as they moved naturally with the intensity of her breathing. Licking his lips as he watched them move gently back and forth, Xoknath had to resist a further urge to lower his lips to them. He could feel her nipple on his tongue and taste the gentle sheen of sweat that now covered them both, but he kept his focus on his cock and making sure that he took her carefully and completely. Sliding into her slowly to try to help her relax and get comfortable with his size, Xoknath felt the desire to let his eyes close as his head fell back in pleasure, but he fought the instinct so that he could keep his eyes on his mistress. He needed to make sure that nothing he did brought her considerable pain or discomfort. Not out of fear of a punishment, but because he truly did not want to hurt the woman that he planned to thoroughly fuck. Groaning softly as his efforts met with resistance from the snug fit of her walls around him, Xoknath nearly stopped his motions with only a few inches of his shaft past his head inside of her. His ears picked up the whines that spilled from her lips as her body shuddered, but he could also feel the way her walls seemed to relax and allow more of him to ease inside. Following the sensation and moaning deeply as he slid deeper into her, Xoknath looked over Ariel’s features and smirked slightly when he heard the way her whines shifted into excited breaths that seemed to encourage him deeper and further inside of her. .

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Pushing in slowly as he watched more of himself disappearing into his Elven lover, Xoknath could not deny the pleasure that it brought him to see it. He could feel Ariel’s walls allowing him deeper into her, and as his hips met with hers in a gentle press, Xoknath felt his eyebrows raise slightly at the sight below him. The contrast of their skin colors had fascinated him before when his dark green digits had slid into her fair, slick flower, but seeing it now with his body pressed against her, the Orc warrior knew that he had found his new favorite passion. Not only did their colors balance perfectly, but as he slowly crept his gaze up her body, Xoknath could see a significant bulge underneath Ariel’s navel. Flexing his lower abs to fill his shaft with a rush of blood that caused it to throb and bulge, he slipped his lower lip between his teeth when he saw the bulge swell slightly in relation. Smirking as he looked up at the rest of her lithe form, Xoknath moaned deeply as he saw her back arch to raise her chest up in reaction to him filling her. Feeling her breath against his lips as he lowered his lips to hover over hers, Xoknath could understand these words and looked into her eyes in a show of obedience to her wishes. His golden hues matched her icy blues in their intensity and understanding of the moment as he knew that it would be his duty and pleasure to bring Ariel to new levels of bliss. The gasp that she gave when he pulled back brought a chill up his spine, and Xoknath knew that in that moment he was going to see what sounds of pleasure he could pull from her. Slamming forward into her only to pull back and do it again, Xoknath’s own groans of pleasure as he got used to her tight fit melded with Ariel’s. Holding himself over her with the back of his left hand pressing against the table, he could feel the way that her nectar flowed over him to ease the motions and draw him in for more. .

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Holding their lips together as he thrusted deep into her, Xoknath pressed his tongue through Ariel’s, allowing his to dance against hers. Rolling his tongue along hers in a rhythm that matched his hips, he molded his lips against hers hungrily before pulling back with a heady gasp. Taking in the breath quickly as if he was afraid that it would be denied from him, Xoknath could hear how Ariel gasped before her voice was stolen by more songs of pleasure. Wanting to hear all that she had to offer, he lowered his lips to the side of her neck and worked them passionately over her flesh. His teeth and tongue drew over her vein that thrummed against his touch before meeting to lightly bite the side of her neck. Giving a gentle suckle at her flesh, he knew better that to leave a permanent mark on such an exposed area and simply shifted his lips along her tender throat to feel her moans as well as hearing them. Feeling her legs go around his waist to draw him closer to her, Xoknath adjusted the angle of his thrusts just enough that while he continued to push deep into her, his hips rubbed against her clit with each move. Bringing his right hand up her abdomen slowly, he let his fingers glide over the bulge that he was pushing into her stomach with every thrust. Xoknath looked up to meet her eyes as he pressed gently against where he knew his head was, drawing a low moan from his lips that vibrated against her throat when he lowered his head back down. His right hand released the pressure before gliding further up her abdomen, reaching her breasts that he could feel shifting between them with each of his powerful thrusts. Palming her left breast and squeezing it hungrily, Xoknath let his grip loosen and tighten in a rhythm opposite of his hips, gripping tighter with every draw out before loosening with each thrust deep into her. .

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When Ariel’s hands found his shoulders, he could not help the stutter that met his hips. He was not expecting her to reach up and hold onto him and with the surprise came a rush of pleasure that drove through his core and straight to his manhood. Exhaling heavily against her throat, Xoknath shifted his mouth to settle just beneath Ariel’s left ear. Drawing his tusks gently over the flesh of her neck as he moved, he moaned deeply against her flesh before a low growl interrupted the sound when her nails dug into his shoulders. He closed his eyes and allowed his hips to move with more power as her nails coaxed his movements. Each withdrawal came faster and further back than before, his tip staying within her while the length of his shaft found itself in the bare air. Every thrust brought him sliding back into her, hilting completely and causing the table beneath them to shudder at the stress of the impact. Grunting softly with the force of each thrust back into her, Xoknath held his breath for a moment when he felt Ariel’s forehead against his collarbone followed by her begging words. Understanding her needy words as they poured into his ears, Xoknath sucked in air before his eyes closed tightly. He could not help but pant heavily as he felt the way her hips rolled to match his thrusts, further compounding his need to feel more of her. Bringing his left hand out from under her as her pleading moans washed over him, Xoknath drew his fingers lightly up her sides before finding the smooth transition that led to her right arm. Sliding his fingers slowly up her arm until he reached the middle of her upper arm, he gripped her gently as he worked his hips forward into her. Drawing his right hand off of her breasts where he had been palming and groping them, he slid it gently under her before gripping her left shoulder in an underhanded fashion. .

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Holding onto her and lifting his lips away from her neck, Xoknath brought his head up enough to look into her eyes as he pressed his lips to hers again. Moaning deeply into the kiss, he broke it before he could get lost in it and simply breathed heavily with each thrust into her. Letting her see his brows furrow and his mouth open with every powerful thrust into her, Xoknath closed his eyes and allowed a small curl to draw up the corners of his lips. Nodding in a state of bliss, he lowered his head enough to let his lips ghost over hers before opening his eyes again. Licking her lower lip, Xoknath pressed his lips to hers in a passionate display, molding immediately to match her intensity with his own heightened need. Holding to the kiss for several moments as his thrusts continued in their more powerful rhythm, he broke it and panted softly on her lips before speaking in broken Common, “Hold on tight, Ariel.” Xoknath’s eyes danced down Ariel’s body as he lifted his torso slightly, his hands gripping her more firmly as he prepared to lose himself in their combined pleasure. The initial rhythm had been to see if she could handle his length and girth, but as he felt her hands holding on to his shoulders, he knew that she was ready. The touch of her breasts rubbing against him nearly turned his attention back to them, but the swell in his member as he felt his second release coming on soon cemented his focus. He would not be done if he allowed himself this finish, but he knew by the throbbing sensation that this would be a powerful orgasm. Feeling her hips continuing to match his rhythm as he moaned deeply, Xoknath was preparing to lean down and seal her lips with another kiss when he felt her panting against his neck. Her tongue followed behind the needy breaths, pulling a low growl from the Orc as he lost his battle of concentration that he had been waging with himself. .

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Holding onto her as he slammed forward against her hips, Xoknath released a rolling moan as he looked down to meet her gaze and nodded slowly. His hips stayed against her longer than before as he rolled his hips twice against her, grinding his hips against her clit as well as keeping his girth inside of her for longer. The fast thrusts had given her his length but had only teased her to the true stretch that his girth and length combined could give to her. Holding his place deep inside of her, Xoknath released heavy pants as he looked down at the pronounced bulge in the base of Ariel’s abdomen. Releasing his left hand from her arm and shifting it to take a handful of her hair, he smirked as his hand moved to gently raise Ariel up slowly and let her see the bulge that he was creating in her. Shifting his hand to hold the back of her neck as he withdrew his manhood from within her, Xoknath slammed forward and grunted deeply when her stomach abdomen adjusted to the length and swelled slightly. Lowering her head slowly and following her forward by leaning over her body, he pressed his lips to hers while lowering his left hand to her side. Stroking down her side gently as he kissed her, Xoknath let his hand rest on the swell of her hips before releasing the kiss. Keeping his lips a hairsbreadth from hers, he pulled his hips back to where just his tip stayed inside of her. Rolling his hips and driving deep into her, he worked the angle to make sure his girth rubbed against the sensitive portions of her inner walls while also rubbing his hips against her clit. Holding her still with his backstrokes, he pulled with his holds on her body to slam her down onto his cock with every thrust into her. The sound of slapping skin soon filled the alcove that they were in, but it was joined by the sound of the wood beneath them groaning in distress. Ignoring the perils of the table, every thrust that Xoknath made into her seemed to go deeper and stronger than the one before. .

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As he hilted into her, he rolled his hips forward and flexed his abs, swelling his member with more blood before gliding out of her to go in again. Spending less time out of her, his new rhythm held the same speed as the previous one had, but its intensity was born by the motions he devoted inside of her. Grunting with each thrust, Xoknath felt his control on himself beginning to slip as his jewels grew tighter up against him in preparation of his orgasm coming over him. Keeping to the new rhythm that his hips were moving at, he raised his gaze to meet Ariel’s. He hoped that she could see the desperation in his eyes as his member started to throb heavily within her, his stomach tightening in a last-ditch effort to avoid finishing just yet. @Fiory

”Hold on tight, Ariel.” It was words she understood, her head fuzzy and blank and full of lustful desire interpreting the words he said and snapping her attention back from the euphoria it had been in for just a moment. In every kiss he gave she lost herself a little bit more. The frigid Elven ice mage thawed further and further against him and at these four words, small and insignificant on their own, Ariel felt a rush of exhilaration for him. He seemed to have liked how she had teased him, how she had grabbed hold of him, and now even was telling her to hold on tightly to him. Ariel wouldn’t need telling twice. She enjoyed holding her Orc lover against her, possessive and needy for him. So if he was advising she continue to do that, then she certainly would. ”Avavaen Xoknath! Ohh Arsurinya!” Her elvish words of delight and surprise erupted from her lips, feeling the first of many initial slams of his hips against her. Her nails grasped him tightly, digging into his dark emerald skin as he plowed forward. She felt like her entire being was being pushed to its limits. That her body was purely there to warm and coat his. In and out, back and forth, her body trembled around him in anticipation every time he forced his way in and squeezed against him as if trying to prevent his length from sliding back out. Not once but twice did she feel herself convulse around him, wincing at the pain of it shooting through her abdomen. Her muscles were trying desperately to hold on that she had no control over their actions, becoming sore as he worked her insides masterfully.

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The pain and the pleasure melded together and Ariel sang her appreciation to him in gentle whimpers and moans that were certainly loud enough to be heard by any other patron of the tavern. Not that she cared. The only time she was ever remotely quiet with him was when his lips found hers. She muffled groans against him, wanting only the growling vibrations he gave back to her. It was during one of these moments when she felt one of his large hands snake around to the back of her head. The soft pull of her hair made her suck in air through her teeth though it didn’t hurt nearly as much as she initially thought. He had halted, just for a moment, pausing his movements in order to focus where she could look. Through half lidded eyes Ariel glanced down the shine of her breasts and between their valley at the crested mound in of her lower stomach. Her breathing increased, watching it slide back and let her abdomen lower only to force forward and accommodate him again. Her eyes opened wide, taking on the appearance of saucers made of ice at the sight. He was big. Much larger than she had initially estimated. Her body barely accommodated the girth of him and the length pressed him as deep as she had room for. A wave of this realization washed over her as he gently lay her back down, leaning over her and pressing those lips back against hers. Shuddering in his kiss and the assault on her body, Ariel felt a weakness she’d never experienced in all her years. She was being torn asunder, decimated from the inside out. And she enjoyed every moment of it.

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For the first time in this, her eyes showed a submission she hadn’t dared let show before. The mistress had become the slave and she wanted nothing more than to please him. With her words and voice. With her magic prowess. With her body. Anything he wanted, she would grant, which was a dangerous state to be in. Thankfully for her, she wouldn’t consider releasing him no matter how he pleaded with her for his freedom. He belonged to her and she would do all in her power to ensure his life with her was blissful, rife with battle and adventure to satisfy the barbaric tendencies that Orcs had, as well as with passionate rewards like her body for jobs done well. Her body felt light and weightless in his arms, his hands easily able to manipulate her hips and her torso however he needed. She did not struggle, only accommodated the shifts and changes he made. Ensuring that he could hilt her as many times as he dared try. His girth kept stroking at the sensitive walls that quivered in delight at being given the attention of him. Her hips even rubbed against his when they slapped into her, enjoying the tickling and rubbing sensation against her sensitive button. Every other time he seemed to knock the air right out of her lungs in a caressing sonet of ecstatic delight. Ariel’s nails dug hard into his shoulders, sliding down his chest and grasping still further down as they went. While she was trying to be gentle, she realized she was losing the ability to control just how hard she was holding him. Another hilted slam, a little further lower. Another grind and rotation of his hips against her, a little lighter did her nails dig at his skin. By the time she realized it, her hands had glided down his chest and found their way to his sides, gripping his ribs tightly. The wet sounds of their slapping hips and the grunts he was not making made her whine aloud. Ariel kept feeling him far more in her than pulling from her, and her legs tightened around his hips as if wanting to

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keep him hilted as often as possible. She wanted to wrap him in a hug from her hips down, embrace him in the warmth and wetness she coated his cock in. Her spine shivered and her fingers began to feel that ice along their tips. A soft chill that grew the longer he went. Ariel’s normally sharp mind wasn’t sure until it was nearly too damn late what was happening. He was making her unstable, having her draw on her mana stores without realizing it. And it was worse when she got closer to orgasm. The shine of sweat on her body glittered and shined, not of a liquid but of miniscule droplets of ice along her heated flesh.

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Her eyes glanced at him quickly, checking to be sure she hadn’t frozen him by mistake. Nothing damaging, at least that she could tell immediately. The look of desperation in his eyes and that heavy throbbing sensation she felt was shoving her towards that edge. All at once she couldn’t hold it any longer, having tried as best she could to keep her body at a temperature above freezing. Ariel arched and pressed her hips hard against him, her legs pulling and holding him tight as her body convulsed and clenched. Her muscles squeezed him angrily, pulsing around the girth of him and sending a hot rush against him. Her lips parted and she cried out loud and hard, her breath a shuddering mess, cracking and desperate of the release he gave her. Her nails raked down his sides, her last ditch effort to remove them before too much damage could be inflicted. They dug at his skin leaving hot red lines against his emerald skin along his ribs and sides. Once they had gotten to nearly his hips Ariel slammed them down onto the complaining wood of the table. For good damn reason. As her orgasm peaked her hands grasped the wood and it immediately froze at her touch. A blanket of frost shot out in every direction from her fingers, coating the table and its legs in a frigid coat. The wood groaned and creaked in protest to the sudden temperature change, the table cracking under the minimal weight of Ariel on top of it. The ice traveled swiftly down to the floor, stretching out of the alcove they were within, hidden from prying eyes, a good foot or so outside of the curtains. Her arms shook and the frost solidified to a sheet of ice on the floor on either side of her. The sound of crashing plates and a sudden loud thud indicated one of the wait staff had stepped by and taken a nasty spill from the unexpected slickness of the floor under their shoes.

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The only safety being at her waist where he would be untouched. Just a front seat view of the orgasm that rocketed through her and forced her magic’s appearance. Her body pulled at him, begging him, pleading with him to release. She didn’t care where he chose to release either. Her insides were desperate for every ounce of him and to feel that delicious fullness that Ariel knew he was capable of. But she also was not unopposed to a second tasting of him either. Whimpering at him, her body tight and painfully constricting at every inch he held inside her, Ariel felt an icy wetness fall down her cheeks, not because she was sad or in an immense amount of pain, but because her body was overwhelmed and at its breaking point. It had given all it had and pushed past its limits. Her eyes fluttered in the heat of the moment, her cheeks red and flushed hard across her pale creamy skin and her eyes glittering as if they were full of freshly fallen snowflakes. ”Cum for me Xoknath. Let go Love. Give in….” @Himbo Tie

Feeling Ariel’s nails and fingers digging into him after his broken instructions to her, Xoknath felt that he was secure in moving into her with more force than he had been. With their hands gripping onto each other’s sweat slick skin, his hips were able to move forward into her with more purpose and drive than they had been before. His hips drove forward, filling the room with more sounds of their skin slapping as his length and girth reached their zenith within his beautiful Elven mistress. Hearing her words in her native tongue, Xoknath felt his ears peek slightly before a soothing relaxation washed over his being. He could not understand her words, but the way they sounded, mixed with the moans that accompanied them from her lips, heightened his arousal with a great rush of blood to his manhood. Swelling slightly from the rush of blood, his cock became evermore sensitive inside her warm walls, feeling every sensation and movement in nearly overwhelming detail. Even when her sounds were not the words of her language, Xoknath found himself reacting to everything that spilled from her lips. The panting and moans as his efforts found him pleasuring her most sensitive areas drove him and inspired his movements forward with more direction and intent. When her sounds of pleasure mixed with small whimpers of pain as his manhood found itself filling her completely, Xoknath squeezed his fingers over her shoulder gently to show her that he was aware and was not going anywhere. He could not stop his efforts to adjust her insides to fit him or else she would never be able to take him fully, but he was not putting her through this pain and discomfort for no reason. Bringing his lips to hers, he pressed his tongue into her mouth to deepen the kiss immediately and share the depth of his moans and sounds of pleasure directly with her. The pleasure he was experiencing with her was at a caliber that he had never experienced before, and he needed her to know. .

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He was finding himself conflicted with his lips pressed to hers in their passionate embrace. He wanted to hear every sound that she had to offer, making her sing them out so that no one in the tavern or the world beyond could doubt the pleasure that he was bringing to her. At the same time, however, he found himself becoming more and more addicted to feeling his lips holding hers in a desperate kiss that left them both needing air but refusing to stop for it. Threading his fingers into her hair to lift her, Xoknath allowed himself to make the decision easier by breaking the kiss with a breathy moan before lifting her head to see the impression his member was making on her insides and abdomen. Seeing the way her eyes widened in surprise at the sight of the crested mound he made, Xoknath felt an immediate wash of worry flow over him as he feared that he had gone too far. He made the motions of his hips to exaggerate and prove his depth within her, and he was rewarded with a swell of confidence when he saw the signs of pleasure coming over her features. Feeling Ariel shudder against his body and lips while he continued to work his hips, Xoknath moved focused his gaze on hers and saw a softness there that he had not seen the entire time he had been with her. The ice of her nature was still there, but there seemed to be levels of compliance in the gentle nature of the way her eyes looked over him. No longer did she seem to be measuring what he was saying or could provide. Now her eyes appeared to be looking at him to see what he would be doing next so that she could move her body and shape her efforts to allow him to. A warmth grew in Xoknath’s chest as he felt a deeper connection to the Elven woman laying beneath him with this realization.

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He was fully aware of his role as her slave and the impact that would have on his future, but the longer he held his lips to hers and looked into her gaze, the more he realized that their arrangement would be one that he would be hard-pressed to find any fault in. .

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The way that Ariel’s body moved with him drove Xoknath’s need for her higher, his manhood swelling and throbbing every time he went to the hilt inside of her flower. Her walls squeezed around his girth perfectly, pulling deep moans and groans from him with every roll of his hips. He could not stop the grunts and other sounds that escaped from his lips as his pleasure grew more and more, but he made no effort to stop them as it seemed with every sound and move that he made, Ariel’s own chorus of delectable sounds seemed to grow in volume and intensity. Every sound she made drove more fuel into the fire of his stomach, pushing his hold on his climax to the limits. He knew from the way he was holding himself back that this would be larger than he had initially intended, and that inspired him only to make sure that he brought her to the top of her own mountain of pleasure before he found his own release. Xoknath was well aware of the way that Ariel’s hips rolled to meet him, rubbing her sensitive bud against his hips. With every thrust that he pushed forward to fill her, he made a heavy roll to meet her efforts and add his own pleasure to the mix, for with every tightening of her walls in pleasure, his manhood was squeezed in the most perfect way. Feeling her nails digging into his shoulders with his movements, Xoknath released a shaky moan against Ariels lips before shifting his lips to capture her neck. The discipline to avoid marking her was lost quickly as her hands moved with every one of his heavy thrusts deep inside of her. Sucking on her smooth flesh heavily and rolling his tongue in tight circles, Xoknath gripped his left hand on her hip and held her in place as he added more power and speed to his thrusts and the rolls of his hips. Breaking his lips away from her neck as her nails found his sides, Xoknath lifted his head and looking into Ariel’s eyes, the pupils of his golden eyes enlarged with intense arousal. .

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Hearing Ariel’s pleasure filled moans as he continued to fill her with himself before denying her his contact for the shortest of moments, Xoknath held his breath for a moment so that he could hear her completely with no interruptions or occlusions. He listened to her whines and moans with a slight smirk, but he was not able to hold in his own sounds of pleasure when he felt Ariel’s legs tighten around his waist. Knowing that he could easily overpower her legs and keep to his original pattern, Xoknath ignored his instincts to prove himself and simply let his rhythm shift to accommodate the way that Ariel held him close. His backstrokes became less of him pulling out and more of him simply rolling his hips back before he pushed forward and rolled his hips. Staying hilted inside of his mistress and only feeling the shortest of reprieve as he pulled back to only fill her again, Xoknath felt his throat tighten with his next moans as his voice broke. This new sensation was so pleasurable and intense that he nearly lost his focus to bring her pleasure to the peak first, but he was able to persevere as he slipped his left hand from her hip to glide over her stomach. He could feel the change in the droplets of sweat on her skin, but he paid no mind as he continued his hand down her front to reach her core. The new rhythm meant that he could deliver her the pleasure of his member, but her sensitive bud would be missing out on some of the sensations that he had been giving her before. Lowering his hand to draw his thumb across her clit and collect her nectar that had spread over her petals, Xoknath moved his digit in the tight circles that he had seen bringing Ariel the most pleasure before. His cock throbbed heavily inside of her, and as he fought with his need to finish inside of her, his breaths and moans were replaced by desperate pants and grunts.

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His climax was just over the edge, and as he threatened to lose his fight with himself, Xoknath released a needy whimper as his eyes squeezed closed. .

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Xoknath’s eyes immediately shot open as he felt Ariel’s hips press back against him, her back arched and presenting her body as a perfect art piece that he savored looking over. Pulled forward by her legs, he released a heavy grunt as his manhood throbbed and jumped inside of her. His release was right at the tip of his willpower, but Xoknath released fast, shallow breaths as he resisted the need to finish for as long as he could. The beauty before him was too immaculate for him to interrupt his perception of it by falling into his own pleasure. Gripping her hip and shoulder as he held himself deep inside of her, Xoknath’s pants fell away into low moans and soft growls as he felt her walls constricting around his throbbing member, pulsing and pulling at him to urge on his release. His sack tightened up between his legs as he felt a rush through his cock, some of his precum pouring into her before he tightened his abs and tried to resist the natural movement of his cum through himself. Her voice crying out in pleasure was like music to his ears, and the combination of her nails raking down his sides as well drew a gasping moan from Xoknath’s lips before his eyes widened. The display of her magic shooting out from her and across the room froze his orgasm on the edge in a moment of fear. He knew he had done nothing to earn her wrath, but that did not mean he was not slightly afraid that the ice that was spreading from her was going to encompass him. However, as he looked down at her body in the throes of pleasure and passion, he knew that if this was the last sight he saw before death, he could die as the happiest Orc to have ever lived. .

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To his immense relief, he was not cast into an ice sculpture. Watching her body roll through her climax as the ice continued to spread, Xoknath ignored the sounds of the service staff falling on the ice outside of the alcove. Breathing heavily and reveling in the sensations of her body pulling him to the edge of his release, he looked into her eyes and watched the trickle of the tear rolling down her cheek slowly. Bringing his eyes back to hers as her words flowed over them, Xoknath did not need to speak her language to know what it was that she needed from him. Gripping her hip and shoulder again, he slammed pulled back slightly and slammed forward into her with significant force. Instantly, his climax surged through him, but the table had supported their antics for long enough. Hearing the central post shatter before Ariel’s body started to move, Xoknath wrapped his left hand under her lower back and shifted his right hand to hold the back of her neck. Holding her out in front of him and thrusting into her a few more times, his voice broke into a ragged moan before his orgasm surged through his member and body. Pulling Ariel’s body up to lift her and bring her chest against his own, Xoknath pressed his lips to her and moaned through his orgasm. Thick ropes of his seed shot from his fully hilted member, but with his depth and girth, they had little area to fill. Pulling back slightly and thrusting up into her with every shot, Xoknath broke the kiss and let his breath flow over Ariel’s throat in heavy pants with every thrust. After several moments of thrusting up into her, Xoknath pushed to the hilt and held there with a low groan as he felt their combined juices flowing slowly over his manhood and down his inner thighs. He held her to him, his arms shifting to wrap around her lower back while his lips found hers again in a passionate embrace. @Fiory

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There was a cloud, a mist over her senses. Her body writhed uncontrollably as she felt herself slowly begin the descent of the high she’d come off of. Never in her years, in all the years she’d been wandering this plain of existence had she ever felt so thoroughly satisfied. Every pulse he made sent a shiver up the icy woman’s spine which was a feat in and of itself. No sooner had her frozen spell doused the alcove in its hazardous gleam did Ariel hear the repercussions of her actions a little clearer. That clatter of plates and shattering of glass outside the alcove followed by the surprised groaning and thud of whoever had been walking by slowly filtered in. More importantly the sounds at her hips was far more interesting. The grunting and groans he made were a symphony to her, and no sooner had she spoken in breathless common for him to try to understand her, did she get her wish fulfilled. Ariel gasped loudly, her breath catching in her throat feeling him pull and slam back into her. She immediately felt the heat and pressure of his release, far more than she normally would considering how full he’d already made her. Her legs trembled around his body, enjoying the sensation of each pulsing she could feel from him. All at once she felt herself begin to fall, the table having had enough of their antics and gross misuse of its surface. The wood shattered with the protruding ice that split the post and top into dangerously cold splinters. Before she could register the feeling of weightlessness and the cold fear of falling to the ground Ariel instead felt the warmth and strength of his arms behind and under her. He had seen it happen and acted quickly on his own fruition. He hadn’t been lost to the orgasm he was experiencing enough to not have the spacial awareness to protect her. Utterly, Magnificent…

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The change in position from lying horizontally to being thrust vertical gave her a bit of a head rush, her forehead coming forward to try and clear her vision a little. It would do her no good, as her eyes fluttered closed to relish in the sensation of him. He was exquisite, a specimen she couldn’t have dreamed of. How lucky she had been to find him today in the markets, to have been so interested with his actions to place a bid to outdo all the others. Her body convulsed sweetly around him, eager and grateful feeling each rope and the added pressure it brought into her. It was like her insides were receiving the hot massage they desperately had wanted from him, milking him in unhindered determination to get as much or all that he had. It would take more than a few breaths for her to fully come down, which seemed perfectly alright with the Elf. Her body held out before was slowly brought close, her breasts pressed against the orc’s chest tenderly. Her abdomen, swollen and a little chilled, lay against his, and to keep herself upright, she wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders. The shiver in her limbs was easily felt and potentially seen. Air came in steady shallow pants, as soon as it was sucked in it raced back out again. The thundering sound in her ears she recognized as her heart pounding rapidly in order to feed her body and circle the blood in her veins as quickly as it could. Her right hand fell softly down his back, her palm cold but not freezing at least against his skin. It would be a gentle cooling sensation against him at least, nothing painful, but likely closer to a cool feeling on hot skin after a workout. Her left hand quietly fell at the back of his neck, that same cooling sensation gently pulsing over her fingers as they snaked into his hair.

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There were no words exchanged. None were needed. Talking was unnecessary. Instead she just sighed in absolute contentment and satisfaction, pressing her lips against his. Her body shivered and for the first time in a long while Ariel actually felt the chill she’d released in the air. The only warmth around was the emerald skinned male that held her. The one that filled her to overflowing with his warmth. Her lips warmed against his, holding him tenderly to return the passion he gave so freely. She would not continue it, not enough to continue to excite the male. Ariel was at her limit, and even if she wanted to, she likely couldn’t go further without a rest between. So when her lips quietly pulled away, dragging in reluctance to do so, she quietly smiled at him. Her eyes opened to show that icy blue that glistened like a glacier but held a fire and warmth that only he’d be able to see. Her mouth opened, having finally caught enough breath to speak when the curtain of the alcove burst open at the side. A man stood in thick leather garb trousers and a dirtied linen cloth shirt. He wore an apron and had greasy dark hair, both dirtied from work. His face was scowling and behind him was what looked like a waitress who was holding her backside. The sight of Ariel and Xoknath in such an intimate and tender embrace had the fury in the man’s face falter slightly before he puffed up his chest and angrily spouted off in common.

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“Ma’am! I don’ min’ Ya breakin’ in yer new Toy at me tavern but you’ll be Payin’ for all this! All the damage ye’ve done!” He growled and that kind glow of passion that Ariel had had before being so rudely interrupted dissipated slightly. Her face fell before Xoknath into one colder than ice, though her gaze was not at him but at the wall behind him. If looks could kill, the man would have been dead a thousand times over. Slowly, her brow quirked in irritation she looked over her shoulder at the tavern keeper, who froze as soon as her icy glare made contact with him. She looked him up and down, as if she were assessing a less than appealing pig for slaughter before speaking in a deadly quiet voice. “I Intended to. I've got the gold for it. If you’d like me to send it to your next of kin, I suggest you keep standing there…” Her words were as cold as the ice she conjured, and the man could feel it in the chilling stare she gave and the threat that sung out so easily from her lips. He remained rooted to the spot only a moment longer, the anger quickly leaving him like a cold wind had blown it clear out of him. Considering her words he nodded curtly before closing the curtain once again and thudding away with heavy and hurried footfalls. An irritable smirk played at Ariel’s lips before her face softened and returned to the one who actually deserved her attention. The one who’d earned it and had been so rudely denied the praise he was due. In quiet appreciation, Ariel leaned forward to kiss him again, reigniting that passion that had been there just moments before their interruption. It wasn’t enough to burst a further flame as the fatigue was beginning to claim her body, but it would be enough to ensure to the Orc she as certainly not angry with him in the slightest. Her kiss was soft, inviting and gentle. A cooling after dinner mint of their sexual escapades.

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“You… did Good…Very Good.” She said softly. Trying to use words he would understand. Ariel was exhausted, her body wrecked and twitching every so often with the exertion to remain conscious. What she wanted to say, as desperately as she wished she had the fortitude to cast her translation spell like before, was far more than those few words. She laced them with the intent of her actual words, to try and convey just how thoroughly impressed and satisfied he had done. ”You are magnificent Xoknath… I am thoroughly impressed with you, and you have proven your worth a thousand times over to me. Know that I will call on you again for a repeat performance, as I know I surely am addicted to you. You are the best use I’ve made of my wealth I’ve ever spent, and I couldn’t be happier with you under my employ. Thank you.”. While she wanted nothing more than to remain in his embrace and certainly she would allow herself as long as he could stand and hold her, Ariel knew they had nearly overstayed their welcome there. She would need to be cleaned up and they both would require moving on with getting his armor and a place for the night to stay. The respite in the afterglow of their passion and ecstasy was warranted though, and Ariel was in no hurry to disturb the gentle calm that came with it. @Himbo Tie

Feeling the way Ariel’s legs trembled around him as he approached and found his orgasm within her, Xoknath made sure to keep his arms around her firmly enough to let her experience the pleasure that he was bringing to her without needing to fear for her safety. The move was not one borne from the obedience of a slave to his mistress in fear of a lashing or punishment. No, he viewed the Elven woman in his arms and on his cock as much more than a mere title that held some jurisdiction over the rest of his life. Xoknath could feel the way her walls clamped around him and massaged his member as she fell from the heights of her own orgasm only to meet his on the way down the mountain. He loved the fact that he got to feel her experiencing these pleasures, and he would do everything in his powers to make sure that she got every ounce that was available. As his ropes shot from his member, Xoknath did what he could to move out of her as little as possible. He wanted Ariel to be filled with as much of his cum as he could get her, and as he felt the tightness growing around his member, he was confident that he had achieved that goal. A quick glance past her breasts to the small mound in her abdomen told him what he needed to know as he saw that the small distension that he put into her had grown slightly larger despite the liquids he could feel draining out over his sack. He had effectively pumped her full of his cum, and with the way they were now positioned, the amount that would be draining out of her was reduced. Feeling his manhood throb inside of her at the thought of marking not only her skin but also her insides with his very essence, Xoknath enjoyed the sensation of Ariel’s arms moving to embrace him and hold around his neck and shoulders. Seeing the slight shiver from exertion in her limbs, he chuckled softly and turned his head to gently place his lips against the insides of her wrists and forearms in a tender embrace. .

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Sighing softly before turning to look over her features so close to his face, Xoknath was caught with his breath deep in his lungs once again as her beauty struck him still. His member swelled to life inside of her with one final pulse of his release into her as his eyes looked over her lips and back up to her eyes. He had seen elves before, having taken several to similar markets he had just been bought at and meeting others on the battlefield, but he had never allowed himself to get this close to one. His golden eyes danced over the gently angular features of Ariel’s face before landing on her intense icy blue eyes. Feeling her breasts pressing against his chest, Xoknath allowed his eyes to follow her delicate lips as they sucked in the air in steady pants. Smiling as he released his breath in a deep stream from his nose, he inhaled and felt his chest expand greatly before exhaling slowly to try and catch his own breathing as well. He enjoyed the light wisps of air that tickled over his lips and facial hair with each of her exhales, but he relented and pressed forward to meet her in a passionate kiss. The cooling sensation over his back and hair brought a gentle sigh through his lips that escaped the kiss as he leaned into her touch more. Offering a soft moan as he worked his lips against hers, feeling his heart rate still heightened to push for another orgasm. However, the moan was short lived and fell into more of a disappointed groan when he felt Ariel’s lips pulling back from his own. Following to try and not break the contact, Xoknath relented and pulled his head back slowly so that his eyes could search over her features for some kind of answer. Had he done something to upset her or hurt her? Had he failed in pleasuring her? Looking desperately for some answer to his unspoken questions, his gaze fell and landed on the gentle smile that spread over her lips. Feeling his worry melting away instantly, he lifted his eyes to hers and felt a warmth spread throu

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gh his chest when he saw the heat and passion in her icy gaze. .

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Seeing her mouth open to speak, Xoknath found himself holding his breath in anticipation of hearing what she had to say. His very existence depended on the words that would come from the Elven beauty in his arms, but he was denied such clarity when the curtain was ripped back from the alcove. Whipping his head to the side with a low growl as he bared his tusks, Xoknath looked at the man at the opening and quickly searched him for any sign of a weapon. He didn’t see any, but that did not serve to calm the Orc as he looked at the man and woman that interrupted his time with the ice goddess that he held in his arms and on his cock. His tusks, used moments earlier as careful tools to bring extra pleasure to his Elven lover, were bared and on display to the intruders as a clear sign that he had no qualms in using them to rip and tear the flesh of those he deemed enemy or worthy of such a punishment. He forgot for an instant what his new station was in life, and he looked at the man as the warrior that he used to be: entitled to such raw displays of anger because of his prowess and rank in society. However, as Ariel’s voice rang out from where she looked over her shoulder at the man, Xoknath remembered his station and turned her enough that she could see the man while still blocking his sight of her body. Shifting his left hand down, he covered the beautiful linework of her ass so that the man could not see it. Narrowing his eyes as he glared at the tavern workers, Xoknath let a low growl emanate from his chest and throat as Ariel spoke. He kept the sound low enough that they would be able to clearly hear and understand his Elven mistress, but the depth would make sure that they knew if she didn’t deal with them, he happily would. Watching the male stand still with a clear expression of fear after Ariel spoke, Xoknath nodded slowly and watched the man drop the curtain before disappearing out of sight and out of mind. .

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Lifting his gaze from where he had been glaring holes into the man that had interrupted them, Xoknath returned his attention to the woman in his arms and smiled slightly. Humming softly before a soft grunt left him as he felt more of his orgasm aftershocks pulsing through his manhood, he smiled and leaned forward to meet Ariel’s lips when they were brought closer to him. Moaning softly into the kiss as he glided his tongue slowly over her lower lip, Xoknath spread his right hand slowly over her exposed lower back and felt the smoothness of her flesh under his fingers. He wanted to continue enjoying her and showing her how grateful he was to have been bought by her rather than a mine owner, but he could feel the slightly lethargic movements of her lips. She was not a lazy kisser, as her supple lips melded with his and invited him to press into the kiss, but he could feel by the softness of her touches that she was reaching her limit. This was not a problem for the large Orc as he held her and enjoyed the tender exchange of their lips. Feeling her body twitching and stirring occasionally in his hold as her energy sapped from her, Xoknath smiled when he heard her words flow from her kiss-bruised lips. The words were basic enough that he could understand them, but that did not take away the power or weight that they represented. He had fully satisfied her, answering the challenge she had presented to him with enthusiasm and efficacy that seemed to have taken her by surprise. Holding her body against him gently, Xoknath rocked back and forth at his hips slowly as he placed his lips to hers again for a gentle, yet deep kiss. He moved his tongue to slip into her mouth slowly, but he did not move it in such a way as if he was trying to taste everything she had to offer. He wanted to relax them both in this moment of devotion, and he could feel the effects slowly working on himself. His member began to slacken in the intensity of the erection it had been sporting. .

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He wanted to stay erect and continue to fill her with his strength and cum, but he knew that the smaller woman in his arms was coming to the end of what she could handle. Xoknath allowed his heartrate to settle enough that his erection softened to its near original state, but he did not pull out of her yet. Every movement kept exciting him, but he did not want to pull out of her and let his cum drain out of her. He wasn’t sure if this was his place to decide, but he felt it would be wasted and disappointing to both of them if she lost it. Holding his left hand on her rear and his right on her upper back to brace her against him, Xoknath released the kiss and sighed softly against her lips. Looking into her eyes with a glint of adoration in his own, he pressed his lips to her cheek before whispering softly in Common, “Thank you Ariel.” @Fiory

While Ariel regained herself, it hadn’t been lost on her that with that interruption, she had felt a rumbling against her. Truthfully, she was quite spent. Unsure if her magic would really be able to be conjured at this point, without a significant rest in between. The threat she’d made however, wasn’t an empty one. This was why Xoknath was purchased; when she couldn’t use her magic or was unable to if her strength had been stolen from her, she needed someone who would be her power for her. So hearing the male, still hilted and possessively growling at the tavern owner without her need to instruct him to do so, made Ariel’s heart soar. He was perfect. In every sense of the word. Her words to him had been simple, quiet and calm, wanting nothing more than to praise her charge with a job well done. Though any slight movement he made spurred him to twitch and it took quite a lot to not give in to the idea of an additional round. No, it wouldn’t be wise to have another go with him, despite how much she loved the experience. Her hands quietly rubbed at his shoulders and his back where they could reach, one lifting to run her fingers through his hair, and place her cool palm to his forehead. She could still feel the ice in her fingers and hands, so she at least wanted to use the sensation to soothe. Ariel’s gaze moved down his face, over the tusks he’d bared in her defense and down the broad green chest that heaved against her.

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She felt incredibly full, as if she’d feasted for a month and only just come up for air. Glancing down she could see why. A quiet flush, pink in nature blossomed over her cheeks at the sight. She’d never seen her abdomen so full before, never felt this satisfied and desired. The little twitches her muscles made in protest at being stretched like this were ignored. The warmth he’d filled her with was something she hadn’t had in ages and for someone who was as cold as an ice age, that was heavenly. It sent waves of relief and warmth and pleasure through her body and Ariel wanted nothing more than to remain held in his arms like this for as long as he could hold her. Considering the weight difference and how strong she could feel the muscles in his arms working at holding her up, she estimated that she would be waiting quite a long time for that to come. A chill rose up her spine and she shivered softly at it. The gentle kisses and the fleeting passions that clung to it helped, but she was realizing just how far he had pushed her as the time went on. No one had ever made her lose control like that, her gaze turning to the carnage of the table in shambles on the floor. The ice clung to the floor and the wood of the disheveled table. Her long silvery hair fell quiet against her skin, fluttering here and there as she turned her head to assess the damage she would inevitably be paying for. It wouldn’t break her bank, though it would certainly be an expense she hadn’t calculated on. Oh well… He’ll get what he gets to pay for it, especially after interrupting me this way. She thought, turning her attention back to the task at hand and the Orc holding her up.

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As much as it pained her, it was time to separate. Though she wondered how she would clean the mess that slid down his thigh from her. As she was contemplating exactly how to go about removing him without pain and without exciting him further, a small mousey voice called through the curtain. “M-Ma’am?” It said softly, the drape lifting at Xoknath’s feet but only enough for a basin full of warm water and a tray of rolled cloths to slide under it. The tavern housed many that would drink and fuck to their own delights here, as proven earlier by the nymph in the other booth and now Ariel with her Orcian slave. So it was no surprise to the Elf woman that they had prepared an aftercare regiment for those who used the booths for their pleasures. Ariel’s eyes glanced down at the bowl, one that was certainly large enough to hold a small bucket sized worth of water and the towels that had been washed and dried for their use. “C-Compliments… of the house Ma’am.” The voice said softly, lowering the curtain once the items had been delivered. Ariel smiled, the wait staff here were alway so well mannered, even if the tavern keep was a horrendous pig.

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“My thanks. Please return later for them, your tip will be waiting.” Ariel’s voice was soft and gentle, loud enough to hear through the curtain for the young girl on the other side to hear. The shadow of her bobbed quickly on the spot, showing she’d bowed or curtsied even though it wouldn’t truly be seen before dashing off. The Elven woman watched the shadow scamper away, noticing that it seemed different than the one owned by the waitress who’d accompanied the tavern owner. Once gone and they were to their own devices again, Ariel’s attention turned back to Xoknath, a hand quietly laying against his cheek in a tender reflection of care. His facial hair was rough against her soft cool palm, but she didn’t seem to mind. Waiting until he was looking to her for instruction, she dipped her head down and motioned towards the ground before speaking, hoping he’d understand the simple common words she used. “Down, Kneel please.” She requested of him, taking her hand from his cheek and like before in the slaver’s claiming area, she motioned down with her index finger. Her legs still wrapped around him were trembling horribly, losing the will to keep their hold and it would be necessary anyway to have her back on the ground. Those cold blue eyes were gentle, waiting for the compliance she expected and Ariel smiled softly at him when he obeyed. Bending one leg down while keeping the other up. The action pulled him slightly out and she shivered at the sensation. As much as she would have liked to remain with his cock inside her to keep it warm and wet, there was no helping it. So when she felt safe enough to step away that she’d be able to reach the ground, Ariel slowly brought her legs around and off of his waist. Unable to help the soft whimpering sound she made, the Elf backed herself up, her feet underneath her and slid the rest of him out of her. A ripple of shivers ran from between her legs all the way up to the back of her head, that distention of her abdomen relea

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sing the load he’d left within her once the cork had been pulled. Her hands remained at his shoulders while she assessed the damage done a moment, using his lowered position to hold herself upright. It was thick and ran down the inside of her legs and she shook her head with a smile on her face. Not knowing that he had had that much to give, she took her right hand and placed it under Xoknath’s chin, raising his gaze to meet hers a moment so she could claim that mouth once more. It wasn’t enough to rev the engine as it were, but enough to show her appreciation and gratitude for his job well done.

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“I feel I should be thanking you.” She said gently once her lips parted from his, finding his cheek for a quick moment before she turned to the task at hand. Quick clean up, getting dressed, and getting out of there. Her hands slowly fell off his shoulders as she turned to get the bowl and cloth a few steps away. Immediately upon releasing him and taking a step or two in the tray’s direction, her legs gave out under her lithe weight and Ariel found herself on her knees with her legs under her and slightly splayed to either side. This was new for her, her eyes blinking in surprise as she assessed what had just caused her to stumble to the ground. Between her legs, the juices of them both began to pool on the floor and she couldn’t help the quiet giggle that played at her lips. “Well then!” She said, a laugh in her tone as she turned her torso in order to look at him a little easier. “I suppose you did far better than I initially thought… This makes travel a little more difficult, but nothing too horrible to manage.” A little embarrassed herself, she reached forward to pull the tray a little closer to her and dunked one of the cloths provided into the warm water. Ariel began twisting and wringing it out so the towel itself was damp and steaming with the heat. Her hand softly tossed the damp cloth onto his lowered thigh, expecting him to use it to clean himself off. She’d have done it herself, as she expected him to be kept clean and well kept in her presence, but the idea of standing and trying to walk back to him was a bit of a daunting task.

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“I do hope you are proud of yourself Xoknath.” She said lightly, taking a second cloth and dipping it into the warmth of the water. “Once done here, I may just have you carry me to the blacksmith’s shop for your armor, since you have rendered my legs useless for the time being.” There was a quiet chuckle that laced her words, clear that she was not angry or upset with the Orc for her temporary lack of mobility. It didn’t dawn on her or cross her mind that she would expect him to care for her, though if he were to take the cloth from her hands as she wrung out the excess water from it back into the basin, Ariel wouldn’t object to it. It at least would bring him closer to her and she could potentially return the favor a little easier. He was hers to take care of, regardless of her owning him. That just made it all the more important. He belonged to her, and therefore she saw him as a responsibility for her to take care of. Only poor masters neglected their slaves, and Ariel was not that in the slightest. She wanted unyielding and unwavering loyalty, and the best way to get that was to show a willingness to care in return. @Himbo Tie

Xoknath appreciated the cooling sensations that spread from Ariel’s hands as they moved slowly over his shoulders and brow. He was trying to ignore the quivers going through his body as he tried to calm down, but the way that his Elven mistress looked so clearly at him and over his body excited him further. Feeling himself beginning to swell in anticipation of what her attention could mean, Xoknath moaned deeply as his member stayed inside of her as hard as ever. Biting his lower lip as he fought a losing battle, he watched Ariel’s actions further and could not help the smirk that played across his lips when he watched her look down between their bodies. The flush came over her cheeks when her eyes clearly fell on the distension that had been caused in her stomach by a combination of his manhood and the seed that it had left inside of her. Flexing his lower abs to cause his cock to twitch and swell slightly, Xoknath grinned and lowered his head to look down at the little bump on her belly. Feeling her body twitching lightly around him, Xoknath knew that his manhood would not be coming down from its excitement any time soon. He did, however, know that Ariel did not seem capable of taking or wanting any more that he could give to her. Her body had not gone limp in his arms, but he could feel the transfer of weight as it seemed she was resigning her current fate to simply existing in his safe embrace. Xoknath gave his all to the kisses that he was able to share with her, wanting to communicate through touch that which he could not with words. Though like all good things, the kissing had to come to an end as he felt Ariel pulling back slowly before turning her attention and gaze to the ground and alcove around them. He had yet to shift his feet as he did not know where the ice extended to beneath them, so he had only twisted at the waist when moving his mistress to communicate with the tavern keeper. .

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Watching her turn her head back and forth to see the extent of the damages, Xoknath smiled as he saw her silvery blonde locks swaying back and forth gently. He wanted to lean forward and smell her hair and feel the silken locks on his face, but he instead lowered his head to place his lips against the base of her throat. Kissing gently as he simply wanted to have his lips touching her flesh once again, Xoknath glanced up towards her face with a smile before focusing his attention on her throat. Closing his eyes and letting his lips explore the expanse of delicate skin before him, he enjoyed the subtle movements under his touch as she looked around them. Xoknath pulled back slowly to look up into Ariel’s eyes with a smile until he heard the voice from the curtain. Snarling slightly as he looked towards the interruption, he dropped the aggressive stance when he saw the towels and water scooted into the alcove. His eyes moved slowly over the container of towels before he nodded slowly, recognizing the items and what they would be used for. Xoknath stayed quiet during the exchange between Ariel and the tavern worker, his eyes looking to the bowls before flicking over to the chairs they had been sitting in before. Thankfully, they were not broken or covered in ice, much like their clothes that they had discarded. Clothes? I’ve seen dogs wearing more than what that loincloth covers. Xoknath snorted softly at the thought before watching the shadow of the tavern worker moving away from the curtain of the alcove. Smirking softly at the timid display from her voice to the lack of interruption by opening the curtain wide, Xoknath was turning his gaze back to Ariel when he felt her hand on his cheek. Closing his eyes for a moment while sighing softly with a smile, he looked up into her eyes and then followed her gaze down as she gestured towards the ground. Hearing her words and nodding slowly, he moved to obey. .

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Xoknath could feel Ariel’s legs trembling as she struggled to hold onto him, so when he saw her motion downwards with her index finger, the Orc did not hesitate in complying. Shifting his right foot back to create a stable platform for the movement, he lowered slowly and grunted softly when he felt the shift of his cock inside of her. Ariel’s smile helped to make the misery of losing her warmth easier to bear, but Xoknath could not ignore the chilled air that radiated off the ice in the room and into the room. However, no matter how much he wanted to stay inside of her and continue to fuck her full of his seed, Xoknath could not and would not disobey the mistress that he held in his arms. Noticing the way that she shivered against him as he was pulled from her little by little, he moved his hands forward to gently hold onto the outsides of her hips in hopes of giving her support to move and settle. Xoknath kept his hands on her as her legs slowly unwrapped themselves from around him, holding to her freely enough to let her move but with the attentiveness to catch her if she fell. A low grunt spilled from Xoknath’s lips as he felt himself pulled free from Ariel’s flower. His manhood slid out before bobbing a moment, the cold air greeting it and bringing the arousal within it to an end as it fell to begin softening at the lack of stimulation. Xoknath’s gaze fell immediately to the flatness that came over Ariel’s stomach while their combined thick liquids ran down the insides of her thighs. Continuing downwards, his vision took in the flow down her legs, and he could not help the glow of pride that fell over his cheeks as he smirked with a touch of satisfaction in it. He had done that to her. He had filled his mistress with his cum to the point that she ran like a faucet for a moment.

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Biting his lower lip as he felt her hands holding onto him for support, he kept his hands resting on the outsides of her hips for much the same purpose. Rubbing his thumbs inwards, Xoknath let them trace over the front of her hips towards her hipbones as a gentle massage to relax her as best he could. .

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Feeling a hand on the underside of his chin, Xoknath slowly lowered his head with a smile as he met Ariel’s gaze. Seeing a smile on her lips that were closing towards him, Xoknath held comfortably onto her hips while leaning forward to meet her lips with his own. He held his breath while their lips touched, only to exhale shakily when Ariel pulled back enough to speak. He enjoyed the feel of her lips on his cheek, but Xoknath could not deny the fact that he wanted to feel her lips with his own once again. He knew it was not his position to push for this though, so he drew his hands down off her hips and let them rest on top of left thigh as he waited patiently to see what was next desired of him. Seeing Ariel fall brought a rush of worry to Xoknath as he watched her, his hands lifting to reach for her as he was afraid that she would be hurt. He knew that he had sufficiently pleased her in their fun, but he was concerned that he may have gone too hard if she couldn’t even walk from one side of the alcove to the next. He could see the small trail of liquid that followed in her wake and pooled beneath her, but he tried to ignore the erotic side of the scene and concentrated on her well-being. Pushing off with his left foot slowly, he turned towards her and lowered his left knee so that he was kneeling with both shins on the ground and his cock hanging between his thighs. Xoknath started to lean forward up onto his knees when he heard the soft giggle coming from the Elven beauty before him. It was a startling sound to hear from the ice witch’s lips, but when she turned her torso to look over at him, Xoknath found himself struggling to breathe fully. He could not understand the words that came from her lips, but he was happy to let his eyes glide over the form in front of him.

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The slight curve to her side drew his eyes so that he could look over her body in this side view. Combined with the perfect curve of her rear and her thighs, he could see over the slim figure of her torso to the perfect breasts that he wanted to take in his hands and mouth again. .

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Lowering his gaze to the warm towel that was thrown over his thigh, Xoknath swallowed thickly as he brought his attention back to himself. Reaching down and taking it with his right hand, he wrapped the towel around his cock and stroked over it to wipe it clean. Once he felt he was clean enough with this towel, he folded the warm cloth in half and rested it on his shaft before leaning forward. Grabbing the edge of the tray with his right hand, he pulled it slowly towards himself to settle next to his right thigh. Xoknath then leaned forward again and slid his right hand under Ariel’s thighs while his left braced against her lower back to make moving her easier. Leaning back to rest his rear on his heels, he lifted her from where she had fallen and settled to put her in his lap. Turning her so that she was facing him with her thighs on either side of his waste, Xoknath looked down at her body and breathed in shakily before sliding his hands up to her upper back. Drawing his hands further up Ariel’s back, Xoknath moved his right hand to hold onto her arm gently while sliding his palm along the length of her arm. Once he reached her wrist, he gingerly moved her arm to place her hand on his shoulder as he spoke, “Hold me, please.” Looking into her eyes for a moment of asking her to listen silently, he dropped his right hand to grab and towel and hold it in the bowl of warm water. Lifting it out and squeezing it to ring out most of the excess water, Xoknath brought it slowly over and laid it down on Ariel’s stomach. He wiped first up towards her breasts with careful movements to let the fabric brush over her flesh gently. .

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Stopping at her neck and wiping at where he had kissed and licked her, Xoknath leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers while lowering his hand and the warm towel along her body. Finding Ariel’s core, he made gentle movements to wipe away the sex fluids there while his lips held to hers in a gentle embrace. He made to pull back from her lips so that he could see down her body, not caring about the liquids getting on him as he worked to gingerly clean his mistress. @Fiory

The water in the basin made small splash noises as Ariel wrung out the cloth in her hands. She had idly watched that Xoknath had received his and without any instruction verbal or otherwise, he’d gone to the task of cleaning himself up. She really, truly, couldn’t have been happier with her purchase of him. It was probably the first time that she’d been to that damned slave market that she had actually been so thoroughly pleased. As the water trickled into the bowl from the dripping cloth in her hands, she reflected for a moment on the day. It occurred to her, now that she was quite sober, that she shouldn’t have been so far gone after just a few glasses of wine. It brought a bit of concern to her; Ariel wasn’t usually such a lightweight, and Elven wine wasn’t exactly like Dwarvish ale after all. It was of an older vintage, and they did make it stronger back then… I wonder where this shifty tavern got such a bottle like that.. Couldn’t have been inexpensive, and it’s not like this place is very high end… It was a pondering thought, one that she let herself rack her brain on for a moment while her Orc cleaned himself up. Her muscles tingled while she sat on the floor, unashamed with how she had been thoroughly and completely fucked. A pleasure she hadn’t had in quite some time and was incredibly grateful for. Her head turned but she didn’t raise her eyes to register the creaking of the floor behind her while Xoknath moved. Even the soft cracking of the ice on the floorboards with his movements weren’t enough to cause her to turn around and see what he was doing. Instead it was the gentle thud of his knees one and then the other hitting the floor on either side of her. What is he doing now? She wondered, watching as a thick green arm came forward to take the damp cloth from her hands. Ariel obliged him, watching as the cloth left her dainty cream colored fingers and was instead taken by the thick and worn fingers of his. A soft flutter ran through her, the image

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of those same fingers deep and driving into her making her body shiver in anticipation for an additional round. What exactly have you turned me into Xoknath…

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It was then that she felt him shift under her thighs and lift her backwards. Light in his arms, Ariel raised a brow wondering exactly what he was doing though she wasn’t too concerned with stopping him in his tracks. He hadn’t disobeyed her yet, and she was sure he wasn’t going to do something that could be damaging. And while weakened, exhausted from their fun, Ariel was still confident she could fend him off if necessary. Instead she was pleasantly surprised once again that he instead was taking his role seriously and looking to care for her after their destructive romp on the destroyed table in shambles on the floor. Her body relaxed, her shoulders slumping a little and her legs quietly straddling his waist. In quiet silence, she watched him take her arm until she held her wrist in his palm and placed it on his shoulder. ”Hold me, please.” Ariel raised a brow slowly, a look of ‘You’re… giving Me orders now?’ on her face initially, but considering how tired she was, and how careful he was behaving, she decided to indulge him in this. What could it hurt anyway? She kept her arm placed over his shoulder, and mirrored the gesture with the other arm. Her fingers quietly held onto him, while her eyes watched his moves. His hands were gentle and worked quietly, the cloth softer than it probably should be against her body with how tender he moved. She watched him move the cloth over her body cleaning up the mess and the dried sweat on her. Ariel wondered if this was just something he thought he had to do, or if it was something that he had wanted to do, when he had decided to take a moment and kiss her again.

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At first, Ariel was quite pleased with the tender embrace. It hadn’t been horrible, and she certainly enjoyed it, but the gesture would be short lived. He was getting a little bold, and while she appreciated it, Ariel wondered to herself if perhaps she should make sure he knew who exactly was in charge in case he was forgetting himself. Still, at least he was being gentle, caring and caressing over her in slow easy swipes. Once or twice she actually flinched when he slid that cloth over her sex, just because it was tender from being passionately filled just moments before. It would pass, the slight discomfort there, and Ariel knew that. For now, as he continued to dutifully clean her up, the Elven woman just sighed gently and relaxed in his arms. It was easy to let him care for her, so she just allowed herself to find that comfort and enjoy it. It helped, the distraction of his soft movements, to allow her to assess her body’s needs and whether her magic was utterly useless for an extended period of time or not. As the moments passed she realized she probably could still conjure if she tried, it just might be a little less than stellar than she was before. While she watched him continue, Ariel sweetly leaned forward just for a moment to kiss his forehead. It was gentle and soft, a reward or perhaps a thank you for his dutiful work, before she pulled back to check the little alcove around them. The ice on the floor was solid and unyielding, a thick sheet that hadn’t melted and didn’t seem like it wanted to anytime soon. That will need to be cleaned up first. She thought, leaning down a moment. Her hand shifted down his shoulder and over on his arm, sliding down his bicep and finally letting her fingertips glide over to some of the ice she could touch. Ariel made a soft noise, a little whine as she willed the frozen surface to do her bidding again, having to concentrate on that instead of what Xoknath was doing himself. A second passed, and then another, before

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a sharp cracking sound was heard and fissures began making their way through the sheet of ice as if someone had broken it like glass. Her intention was to unfreeze their clothes on the floor around them. Frost covered and frozen but otherwise undamaged, Ariel was glad to see her dress and undergarments returned to normal for the most part. His loincloth, if you could call the scrap of fabric clothing at all, was next though she wrinkled her nose at it. Armor will be needed, but a proper pair of trousers too… I can’t allow him to walk around with just this on…

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Once he seemed to be done cleaning her up, and she felt far better and relaxed, Ariel tried her legs again. Still a little wobbly, but for the most part Ariel knew it was just jelly legs, something that would lessen with time once her muscles got the chance to relax. Her thighs would ache a little and her hips would certainly be sore but more or less she was no worse for wear. He at least had nothing to worry about from her regarding this. Her icy blue eyes made sure to capture his once he’d finished, her hand returning from the floor to quietly lay on his cheek, just so she could have his attention if his eyes were wandering down his mistress’s lithe frame again. “You did well. Thank you Xoknath.” She said softly, a quiet smile on her face before she took in a deep breath. “Time to go now though.” Ariel wasn’t sure how much he would understand, though she hoped that it was simple enough speech for him to get the gist. It was then, after giving him a few moments to realize what she’d meant, that she shifted a little on his lap. She needed to get her clothes back on and unfortunately for him, he would need to wear that scrap of fabric as well in order to be decent. Careful and slow about it, she slid around on his lap so that her legs could close and get underneath her again. Her one hand reached for her underwear and dress, while the other would use him for stability’s sake. It took her a moment, and her legs felt like they would give out on her again but Ariel was able to stand and dress herself neatly enough. Her skirt pulled up and her underwear quietly added. The corset redone and tightened and her long silvery hair swept over the ensemble in a delicate sheet. If at any point during this, Xoknath wished to help her in this endeavor, she wouldn’t object to it though she was capable; it seemed after the brief respite that she was capable of at least taking care of herself in this way. The last thing she picked up was her cloak and wand. Her cloak held her coi

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n purse, and she dug around for a gold coin to leave on the tray, letting the round disc gently fall against the wooden tray with a jingling sound. Next, with wand in hand, Ariel gently tapped on some of the ice that remained on the floor and the broken shards of table littered in the alcove. The frozen liquid sprang to life, swirling in the air a moment before dusting over her outstretched palm. It was similar to the spell she’d cast before, just a smaller version of it in order for the pair to communicate.

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”I can’t keep using this spell in order to communicate with you. I know of a spell that might make speech for you easier, so you can understand and speak the common language. It involves quite a few steps I’m afraid, so it might be something to try tonight at the inn. For now, put your loincloth on, and we will go to the blacksmiths for your armor as well as a tailor for some decent trousers. I won’t have you wearing that slaver’s garb longer than I have to. It’s unsightly.” The words scrolled through as she spoke, smaller but still legible so that he would know exactly what he was supposed to be doing. It took some concentration though in order to keep the spell going on something that wasn’t an inanimate object, and Ariel was already tired. Even now as she spoke, her brows furrowed to keep the words clear as crystal over her palm so he would understand like he had before. She couldn’t help the soft shake her legs had, so with that in mind and realizing the weakness she unfortunately was showing, Ariel took a few painful steps to a nearby chair to wait. She was able to stay upright this time, having gained that functionality back, though she wondered how far she’d actually be able to walk once the pair of them were ready to go. While she sat there, contemplating the best course of action, she let one leg cross over the other, allowing her heeled boots to slip on easily and fasten closed with the leather buckles that gripped her shins. The last thing Ariel wanted to appear to the outside world and especially her purchased help, was useless or weak. She worried she had already appeared this way to Xoknath, so her stance was more confident and commanding. It still had that kindness, that gentle flicker in her eyes as she watched and waited for her charge to do as instructed.

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”Otherwise, I will just have to teach you Common in a more old-fashioned sense. It’s up to you, I will give you the choice. The spell is faster but it is painful, I won’t lie to you about that. Teaching is slower, but the only pain you would feel is any kind of frustration with learning. You did well pleasuring me, so I will give you that choice.” @Himbo Tie

The fact that Ariel raised her brow was not lost on Xoknath, and he could feel the hair on the back of his neck stand up in a prickle of fear. Had he gone too far just now? Did he do something that had caused disappointment from his mistress? Did disappointing her warrant punishment or death? Swallowing thickly as he tried to ignore the fear that washed over him, Xoknath lowered his gaze away from hers so that he could focus on the task he had appointed to himself. He knew some slave owners and slavers did not want their slaves to be making purposeful eye contact as it could be seen as a clear sign of disrespect and challenging who was truly in charge. He turned his focus away from the possibility of being seen as challenging his new mistress and focused his efforts on cleaning her. His movements were slow and careful, drawing the cloth gingerly over her body to clean up the sweat, saliva, and other liquids that were a result of their play. He did not want to work Ariel’s body back up to the excitement and arousal that it had been at before. Despite the fact he could happily go for another round and continue to shower her in his praise and adoration, Xoknath knew that his mistress was wanting to get out of the building and on with their business. They simply didn’t have the time for him to thoroughly pleasure her and help her back to the reality of the situation afterwards. Pulling back from the kiss was more difficult than he wanted to admit, but as he felt his lips leave Ariel’s, Xoknath knew he could pay close attention to the rest of his Elven lover’s body. Warming the rag in the water and getting a new wetness to it, he brought it back to her body and moved it slowly down to her flower that had been so affectionately used before. Drawing the cloth carefully over her petals to clean them of both of their combined liquids, he slipped the edge of the rag further along her slit until he could reach the entrance that he had stretched and filled. .

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Wiping slowly around it with a new portion of the rag, Xoknath glanced up to see Ariel flinch slightly at the intensity of the sensitivity of her body. Leaning forward and kissing her cheek next to her ear, he hummed softly and pressed his cheek against her temple while he stroked the cloth around her most sensitive flesh. He worked slowly to clean around her clit and the velvety skin around it, but every time he moved closer to her more sensitive flesh, he whispered softly in accented Common, “I am sorry.” Xoknath was not sorry that he had been able to bring Ariel the pleasure that she had experienced here in this alcove, but he did not like the fact that his efforts now were bringing her pain enough to have a physical reaction. He worked with focus to clean her core before moving away and rinsing the rag in the bucket of warm water again. He would be moving to wash her legs and torso again, so he could move a little quicker with his gentle touches than he had been able to with her delicate flower. Xoknath could not help but smile when he felt Ariel’s lips on his forehead, his hands pausing for a moment where they were on her left inner thigh before moving to continue cleaning her. He wanted to make sure none of their sexual liquids were still on her, even if he would not be able to get all their sweat off each other until he got her to a true bath in the inn. Smiling slightly at the thought of kneeling next to a bath he had drawn up for her, Xoknath felt a warm blush of dark green color flush over his cheeks as he thought of how he would enjoy dutifully cleaning her in that bath. He had never drawn up a bath for a lover and helped them, but the idea of doing it for Ariel was exciting and rewarding to the warrior. Continuing to clean her, he was aware of her shifting her weight and moving her arm to reach down beside them. Raising an eyebrow as he glanced up and saw her shifting her balance further, Xoknath placed his left hand on Ariel’s side to help her balance.

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. Watching the ice break and react to Ariel’s magic while shifting the rag over her legs, Xoknath smirked and nodded slowly as he saw the control she still retained over her magic. She was a powerful mage; that could not be denied. The Orc had seen magic worked before in battle and knew of its destructive capabilities, so he could only imagine just how his mistress’s magic could be employed in such a way. He was honored to belong to her rather than some mine owner or a mage who was a juvenile and barely understood how to command their magic, much less his respect. A slave’s respect was not often thought of as an important commodity, but it was the respect as much as fear of a slave that kept them obedient. Xoknath respected Ariel in her power and personality that he had seen, so he had no reason to doubt her or her intentions. Her power left little room to question her capabilities and direction, and he would happily follow her wherever she commanded. Moving the rag back to the tray and setting it down, Xoknath rested his now bare hand on Ariel’s hip and let his fingers splay out to cover as much of her lower back and rear as he could. She had his attention and his desire, and his eyes moved up to hers as he felt her legs shifting around his waist. He held her gaze in an unchallenging manner. He simply looked to see what she commanded of him next as there was not effective verbal communication between the two yet. Looking into her icy blue eyes with his own golden orbs, Xoknath attentively waited for her next command. They slid closed for a moment, however, when he felt her palm placed against his cheek. Leaning into the touch slightly, Xoknath opened his eyes and looked up to meet Ariel’s once again. He could understand most of the words that fell from her lips, and despite Xoknath’s disappointment that such a thing meant they would have to break their contact, he simply nodded to show his reception of her information and willingness to follow her command. .

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Feeling Ariel shifting on his lap, Xoknath ignored the reaction of his half-hard cock that tried to get excited again at the movement and pressure. Moving his right hand under Ariel’s rear gently to help lift her as she stood, he kept his left hand placed gently on her lower stomach to help her get her balance back. He did not keep enough pressure to change her center of balance or keep her from supporting herself, but his hands were there to catch her if she should fall. Feeling her hand on his shoulder to use him as support for her attempt at balancing, Xoknath moved quickly to toss his rag from his cock onto the tray as well. Grabbing a new one and dousing it in water, he pushed up to his knees and rinsed off his lower stomach and waist quickly. His left hand stayed in place to balance Ariel, but he dropped the now wet rag on the tray before grabbing one of the last dry ones. Xoknath wiped himself off quickly before bringing the rag up and slowing his pace considerably. Where he had been quick and rough with himself, he moved the dry rag slowly over Ariel’s legs and stomach to dry the last of the water that had yet to air dry like the dampness on her chest and neck. With her body dry, Xoknath tossed the towel to the tray again and moved his right hand to rest against Ariel’s lower back to provide another level of support. His left hand moved to help with pulling her skirt up her legs before grabbing her underwear to get it ready to move up her legs. Moving with her to bring her undergarments into place, Xoknath felt the desire to touch her through them but simply drew his fingers gingerly down her inner thigh in one last touch before shifting back from her. Pushing up to stand, he was mindful to keep his growing erection from touching her clothes as he leaned down to grab his loincloth. He had no idea how her corset worked, and with his attention quickly being drawn sexual by his growing arousal, Xoknath knew this was not the time that he would learn. .

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Wrapping the loincloth around his waist to hold it in place, he grunted as he pulled it over his cock and forced it to lie down. The gesture pained him both physically and mentally, but he knew that it was no longer time to indulge himself. He had a job to do, and he needed to have his mind on task. Growling through the pain of forcing himself down, he finished the wrap and looked to Ariel in time to see her moving the wand to collect the ice from the alcove. Letting his eyes rest on the translation floating over her hand, he read it quickly and nodded as he glanced down at the loincloth on his waist. He had no desire to wear it for longer than he needed to, for he was accustomed to wearing proper clothes under his armor before he was ever captured. He would not deny the opportunity to get himself some better clothes, so long as his new mistress would allow him that luxury. He could notice the new effort that Ariel seemed to be putting into this spell, but before Xoknath could offer his arms to support her weight, she had moved over to the chair and sat down shakily. Xoknath averted his gaze as Ariel sat, giving her a moment or two to collect herself before he looked to her again in time to see her fastening her boots in place. He would not judge her for needing to sit down after what they had just done. In fact, seeing her unable to stay standing was proof to Xoknath that he had done as Ariel commanded, and it filled him with a sense of pride at doing a job well done rather than judgement for her.

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Nodding slowly as he read her words in the magic ice floating over her hand, Xoknath looked to her before speaking, “I would normally pick to learn as I am not a lazy brute, but time is of the essence. I cannot be a good slave or bodyguard if I need you to spend your magic to translate everything into writing that can be seen by onlookers. I choose the spell, Mistress, but not because I am lazy. I trust that it is the best choice, and I trust your magic to be the one that completes it. Until we get to the inn, I will limit what I say to be understandable.” .

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Waiting for the words to finish scrolling through the ice, Xoknath moved to beside Ariel and knelt. He had seen how shaky her legs were, and while he would not judge her because he knew the circumstances, he knew others would see her momentary weakness and seek to take advantage of her. He was not in a position of power to dictate what she did, but he would not allow any onlookers to see her weakness or shakiness in this moment. Looking up at her, he spoke in a soft voice, “May I please carry you, Mistress? I do not want you to fall, and I would be honored to know that you feel safe in my arms.” Xoknath waited for a moment, hoping to get some kind of confirmation before he moved. Though, whether it was given or not, he shifted his right hand under her legs while scooting closer to her and pressing his chest against her back. Lifting her and placing her on his left forearm so that his limb supported her under her thighs, Xoknath moved his right hand to drape her dress and cloak down in such a way that it covered her legs and protected Ariel’s modesty. Even if she had seen all that she had to offer, he would not be letting anyone in the tavern or market see her like that. She was his Elven lover, not anyone else’s. Standing and checking once more to ensure that her cloak was covering her appropriately, Xoknath walked to the curtain of the alcove and pulled it open. Looking out at the other patrons in the establishment, he could see by some of their glances and whispered words that they had heard the exchange between him and Ariel. Smirking as he nodded to a few that kept their eyes on the pair, Xoknath watched them slowly shift their gaze after his intense, unwavering golden glare settled on them. The meaty fist that he tightened by his waist and lifted slightly caught their eyes as well, causing a few men to turn back to their tables and give the pair their privacy. Humming softly in satisfaction, Xoknath whispered to Ariel, “To the tailor.” .

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Xoknath carried his Elven cargo through the tavern and to the front door, his eyes challenging any patron or staff member that stared for too long with a territorial glare. No longer was she the mistress that he had come into this establishment with. No, she bore his seed within her, and he had claimed her with his cock and teeth alike. She was still his mistress as he was her slave, but there was more to their bond now that he would protect her with his life and more. The table at the entrance was vacant as they left, but as they had already paid upon entry, Xoknath did not hang around for the jack ass from before to return. Carrying Ariel out into the daylight, he narrowed his eyes with an uncomfortable grunt before looking to the tents before them to locate the stalls that he knew he would be going to. There were many tailors in this market, but he knew of a particular stall that was run by an Orc female that he would frequent when he was free. The products there were of a fair price but were also strong and rugged enough to serve him well in the tasks that he imagined he would be completing. Once he recognized where they were and knew the route he would need to take, Xoknath moved through the milling crowd of market goers with his right hand over Ariel’s lap. He used the weight of his hand to keep her cloak in place and not opening as they walked, but the possessive nature of it would keep most passersby from having a lingering gaze. Any people that meant them harm would not be kept away with such a hold, but it would help narrow them down from the people that looked away after realizing they were looking where they shouldn’t. Thankfully, the walk was uneventful, and no one tried to test the security of Ariel in his arms. Soon, the stall of the tailor came into view. .

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A single wide table sat facing the customers, covered in various rolls of cloth that could be sifted through to choose what your clothes would be made from. A single wooden gate would allow the customer to walk past the table and to a designated changing area that was made with a wooden floor and half-wall. The entire stall was covered with a deep purple cloth with black tassels that reached down over the edges. The back of the stall had three walls of finished products on display with a curtain door back to the area where the on-demand products were made. Walking up behind a couple of smaller Orcs that were looking at a roll of cloth, Xoknath looked over them and caught the eye of the female Orc standing behind the table with her hands on her hips. Dressed in black leather trousers, a dark brown shirt with cut off sleeves, and a brown leather apron, her attitude screamed that she could not wait to be out of the market. Extensive tattoos ran over her exposed olive-green arms, chest, and throat. Her black hair was shaved bald, and her pointed ears bore several rings pierced from lobe to tip. All in all, she looked tough and ready to command respect, and when her eyes recognized the mass of Orc-flesh standing before her, her eyebrows furrowed as she spat out in accented Orcish, “Look what the saber-tooth dragged in? What the hell is wrong with you Xoknath? You went and got yourself enslaved?” Smirking as he saw the small smile playing at the corner of the woman’s lips, Xoknath glanced down at Ariel before responding in quick Orcish, “Aye, what’s it to you Naz? You know how She is; if it is meant to be, I am tasked with following the path placed before me. Besides, I could be worse off. I could be the spawn of a maggot-infested goblin and a stone-headed troll.” .

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Seeing the Naz smirk as she recognized the joke the two of them shared, Xoknath gestured down at Ariel before speaking in accented Common, “I need clothes, then armor. This is Ariel, my mistress.” Naz nodded slowly as she looked down from Xoknath’s eyes to the Elven mage on his arm. Looking over her slowly, she cleared her throat before smiling and glaring at the two Orcs that were looking at the cloth on the table. They glanced up at her before grumbling to each other and walking back through the gate to the work area of the stall, aprons soon pulled onto them as they prepared to make the new order. Naz turned her gaze back to Ariel before speaking in fluent, albeit accented, Common, “Welcome Ariel, to Nazsnaga’s Clothing Emporium, though you can call me Naz. I’ve helped Xoknath pick out clothes before when he was on a different walk of life, so I already know the size he will need. If that is satisfactory to you, I will start processing the payment while his clothes are brought out to him to wear. Trousers, undergarments, tunic, boots, and gambeson. This will total at twenty-five gold, but for a friendship discount, I’ll give it to you for twenty.” Naz smiled at Ariel before looking up at Xoknath and speaking quickly, “Set her down inside then go get changed, she is safe.” Nodding his thanks to the female Orc, Xoknath pushed through the gate before kneeling and lowering Ariel off his arm so that she could stand inside the protection of the stall. Looking to her as he waited to make sure she was steady or at least able to brace against the table, he smiled before speaking in accented Common, “I will be back. You are safe. Naz will protect you.” Looking up at Naz with an intense stare as if to ensure that she would, Xoknath nodded when the female nodded with a smirk.

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Pushing up to stand, he moved into the stall’s changing area and stripped out of the loincloth. A bucket with a rag was slid into the stall through a trap door, and he used the provided rag to wash his body down quickly. Xoknath could detect a slight floral scent from the water and smirked as he realized what it was. If he was going to get new clothes, Naz knew he would need to smell the part.

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. After washing down with the perfumed water and drying off with a dry rag, he slid the bucket back out with the loincloth folded neatly as well. Waiting only a few moments, he saw the back wall’s curtain pulled back before a crate was handed to him by one of the Orcs that had been outside. Nodding his thanks silently, he grabbed the crate and set it on the bench inside. Pulling on the underwear and socks provided, Xoknath followed up with a pair of dark brown trousers that had thick leather sections sewn into the thighs. They would not stop a dedicated stab, but they were thick enough to glance off any slashes. Tying the strings at his crotch, he adjusted the trousers to fit comfortably before pulling on the pair of dark brown knee-high leather boots that were in the crate as well. Lacing up their front, he saw a leather flap that would roll over and pin to the sides to cover the laces and protect them like the leather on his thighs. Next came a tan tunic that he pulled over his head and laced up the collar to keep it high on his throat. Tucking the tunic into his trousers and raising his head to make sure they were fitted to allow movement, he finished it off by pulling on a cream-colored gambeson. It could be finished off with the livery of his owner when they got out of the market, but for now, the padded armor would serve to protect them rather than identifying him as her property. Fixing the buckles over the front and then pulling over the overlapping portion and buckling it in place as well, Xoknath found a final article of clothing.

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Picking up the cream-colored sash, he wrapped it around his waist and pulled it tight before tying it in place. Lifting his arms and feeling the armor move to keep his freedom of movement, he adjusted the belt to keep it in place. Reaching up and pulling his hair back to tie it more neatly into a half-bun with the lower portions still hanging loose, Xoknath smirked as he finished off. Looking into the provided mirror on the wall of the changing room, he grinned at himself before walking out. .

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The padded armor reached down to his knees, but there was an opening up to his groin that kept his legs’ freedom of movement as well. Smiling as he emerged and looked down to Ariel, he raised an eyebrow before speaking in accented Common, “Well?” @Fiory

Ariel had taken a moment to just let herself settle, relaxed in that chair watching her charge as he got himself righted on his own. He was an excellent specimen, and she couldn’t help looking him up and down with a pleased gleam in those icy eyes. His decision regarding how he would choose to learn the language in order to better communicate with her weighed heavy on her mind. It was admirable, the decision he made. There was nothing lazy about it that she took from it, though that seemed to be the reason that he was quick to refute. ”As you wish. Please remember that I did warn you of the discomfort though…” These were the final words that her icy letters would make over her hand for a while. She certainly didn’t want to cause him pain, though she couldn’t help but agree with his assessment of the task at hand. It would be faster and would be more poignant for him to know what she needed quickly and efficiently. Without her having to use her magic to announce it across a room for example. Her gaze moved from him while he dressed to her lap, deep in thought of what she would need in order to perform the spell she had spoken of. Most of it involved just her wand and her own will, but there was an element that she needed to steel and that was a resolve that she inwardly prepped for. It wasn’t until he’d come beside her and knelt that she realized her icy words had popped up again and she quietly glanced at them to read what Xoknath was saying. Oh? Well… that is thoughtful.

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A quiet and a gentle smile was the answer he’d be given. Thankful of his attention to detail of her needs. While she hated the idea of being incapacitated, she couldn’t exactly sleep or rest right now. There were errands that needed doing and unfortunately that meant they would need to be moving forward instead of relaxing off their fun. The thought came to her of how it might feel not to feel so alone in her bed, considering for a fleeting moment of allowing the well mannered Orc to share it with her before she quickly blinked it away. It would certainly show how soft she was on him if she were to do something like that. Slaves were meant to have their own area, not sleep with their masters or mistresses like that. Though most mistresses probably don’t engage in such rigorous…training… with their charges either… Instead of letting the idea completely disappear, Ariel merely put it to the back of her mind, feeling her body lifted from the chair and pressed against his chest. The way he held her was tender and nearly possessive. She slid for a moment on his forearm, before finding herself able to easily hold against him. Her body fit almost too well over his arm, like an expensive and elegant doll that he cherished and couldn’t stand the idea of getting dirty. Ariel shifted just enough so that she could lean against his broad chest for back support. A quiet smile played at her lips, recognizing the way he was conscious of her skirt’s length and draping her cloak over herself in order to keep her modest. A respectable trait, and one she would not soon forget. He was dutiful, detail oriented, and she couldn’t help but admire it out of the male. The less she had to instruct, the better he would work for her after all.

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When the curtain was pulled and the sight of the tavern came to her eyes, she couldn’t help the satisfied smirk that rose on her face. Surely she had been taken on the ride of her life. Half the tavern was covered in a soft shimmering frost that stretched in sharp arches and elegant curves along the floor extending from where they had been in the alcove and spreading out along the floor. The closest tables had been subjected to the ice too, with small spikes of crystal seeming to grow out of the dark wood along the rims of the table. It was no wonder the wait staff had slipped and fallen, some already taking to the floor with warm water and rags to melt the ice that had shown up seemingly out of nowhere. Perhaps I do owe a bit for the damages… She thought quietly, sitting comfortably on Xoknath’s arm as he glared at the patrons who dared stare for too long at the pair of them. The Elf couldn’t help the contented chuckle that slipped past those playful lips. He seemed quite protective; perhaps having him take her as thoroughly as he had was beneficial for both parties. She’d gotten laid to waste in a way that was near indescribable and he seemed blindly devoted and loyal to her well being. The idea of ensuring that loyalty made her cheeks flush in excitement. It certainly was not off the table. As they passed by the front table, Ariel realized that she hadn’t left additional funds for the damages that they had caused, but Xoknath seemed determined to leave and keep her all to himself. Who am I to deter my bodyguard of his duty then? She thought, deciding that if the tavern owner really wanted to have her pay for any damages to his establishment, he could send an invoice. The walk through the bustling marketplace was uneventful for the most part. He seemed to know where he was going and considering they required a tailor, Ariel was keen to let him choose the one he preferred. She’d rather he get clothes that fit and not ones that she just purchased for him. O

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nes that he wouldn’t care for or wouldn’t want to willingly wear. For the most part as long as he was well covered and they provided some kind of decency while he did his job and did not embarrass her like the scrap of fabric he was currently wearing would, Ariel didn’t care what or where they went to get clothing for him. On the contrary, as he walked her through the market, she took the time to relax herself against his broad chest. Feeling quite secured on his arm, while his other seemed to be almost like a seatbelt holding her there, Ariel shut her eyes to meditate for the task that would come up later. The spell she would be performing required a great deal of concentration, so readying her mind and body was an essential part of that. Feeling safe that her six was covered with a thick and powerful Orc, Ariel gently turned a little on his arm so her cheek could rest just under the brand on his peck. For anyone looking over, she appeared to be sleeping, though for her it was more just a relaxed state of being. She was taking the opportunity to learn his heartbeat’s rhythm, as soothing as it was, so she knew what to change if it wavered during the spell.

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It dawned on her, while she nearly cuddled against him of something he had kept saying while cleaning her back at the tavern and a smile spread over her face. With her hands in her lap she just shook her head a little before speaking up to him. It was just loud enough for him to hear, and she hoped he would understand without the need of the spell to read it out for him. “You’ve nothing to apologize for. It’s been decades since I’ve felt this good; a little soreness was bound to happen considering the… size difference between us.” Soon after, they arrived at the stall he had been keen on arriving at. Ariel’s eyes opened at the stop of movement and she glanced around at the different clothing items and bolts of fabric that the stall had. Additional Orcs were here, and she understood without having to ask why exactly he’d preferred to go here versus anywhere else. It made perfect logical sense to her; an Orc would prefer the tailorings of other Orcs than anything else. The grunting noises that Xoknath made to an otherwise lovely looking female Orc gave Ariel the impression that he perhaps knew the tailor in question too.

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“Pleased to make your acquaintance Naz.” She said softly, though there was an icy chill of authority to her words. It wasn’t like she had meant it necessarily, it was more how she was with others that she didn’t know. The idea of a discount for being a friend was a kind gesture and Ariel made sure to give an appreciative nod and smile to Naz’s offer. Likely, depending on how well the clothes fit, Ariel would be spending more than that or at least be invoiced for the remainder. *”I will be back. You are safe. Naz will protect you.” A chill ran through her, feeling her body lowered and placing her feet under her to stand on her own off of Xoknath’s arm. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust this female Orc, or that she didn’t think her charge capable of picking those around him that she could trust, it was more that she had started to enjoy being in his arms and being removed of them was all together disappointing. She gave no words of discouragement, nor did she argue against the action and suggestion he had made regarding her safety. Instead, Ariel just leaned herself against a nearby table to wait for him to return. Hopefully in something far more appealing than the slave’s cloth he currently wore.

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While she watched the tall green brute disappear behind a curtain to change, Ariel took stock of herself and the remaining coin she had on her. She wasn’t necessarily worried about paying for the clothes, armor or weapons today in addition to their inn stay later this evening, it was more she was certain she wouldn’t have quite enough to order what she had wanted to get. That crystal stall she’d been at before would have to wait until she could return to her home and pull additional funds out. Oh well.. I can come back another time and get them, and I’ll feel far safer now that I have a bodyguard with me. “I trust Naz…” She said quietly, her arms folding over her chest as she looked up at the slightly taller female Orc who was to be keeping her safe while Xoknath was indisposed. “That additional sets past the ones purchased today of these items can be made and sent to my estate? I don’t exactly want my bodyguard carrying and tending to the shopping as well as my safety. I want him to focus after all on the task at hand.” While leaning there, she crossed her legs softly to continue to relax. Her legs still didn’t want to hold her weight, and protested at the idea of walking too much but at least they weren’t shaking any longer. A hand softly rested on her abdomen, feeling her muscles tighten a little involuntarily as if they still wanted his thickness deep inside her and to continue to squeeze against him. The elf was surely addicted, and a quiet chuckle played at her lips.

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Without having to wait for too much longer, Xoknath returned wearing a far more acceptable garb than the loincloth he’d had before. He stood in the padded armor and smiled, looking quite pleased with the fit and look of it all. Ariel just pushed herself off against the table and walked closer to him. Much like what she did before, the Elf circled him once, and then twice like in the slave markets. Her icy blue eyes took in everything about the clothing, their quality, how well they fit and how well they would protect him if at all. Her hand kept around his abdomen and dragged along his side, over his spine, and around his otherside as if she were ensuring she could grab hold of him if she so needed to. Finally at this front again, her inspection of the clothing completed, Ariel smiled and nodded her head. This was far better, far more to her liking. With one hand against Xoknath’s arm, she turned to Naz and let her face soften into a pleasant grin. “I’ll take a full set today, and would like to order additional tunics, trousers and undergarments for him too…” Ariel said these words quietly, but loud enough for Naz to hear even though she wasn’t looking directly at the fae Orc giving these instructions. A thoughtful expression fell on her face as she looked up at Xoknath, picking apart every piece he wore and scrutinizing how it lay on him. Idly, her index finger raised into the air and she began to move it in the pattern that she had frozen to his chest. A crystalline snowflake appeared where her nail in the air glided until the same one she’d placed on him hung in the air, sparkling and glittering in the light.

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“If this insignia could be embroidered to the armor piece as well, that would be appreciated.” She continued, turning towards the table and placing the large icy snowflake down so it could be utilized as a pattern. Ariel gave another quiet glance over at her Orc bodyguard and nodded a couple times. It didn’t matter necessarily to her what colors Xoknath might want, but the insignia itself would need to be a pale icy blue. Her gaze turned to the pouch she carried and she pulled out the currency required for the purchase for today. It was probably odd for a mistress to buy additional clothes for their slaves, but Ariel was different after all than most mistresses or masters. She didn’t like the idea of only having one set of clothing. They would get worn out, dirty or destroyed much faster than normal. And he needed to be kept up with appearances. She wouldn’t have someone dirty and disheveled representing her household. Ariel had a reputation as an icy witch, but those who knew of her surname also held it with a level or respect. Well off and with no other way to utilize the funds she had in her storage, she wasn’t concerned with the additional tunics, trousers and underwear for Xoknath. If anything it made him more presentable and distinguished for her. Quietly, she took a piece of parchment, an order form it looked like to make sure the order and estate location was written down for the delivery to be made. She didn’t use a quill or some other kind of writing instrument. Instead just using the end of her wand to swipe along the paper and have it magically filled in with the order she was placing for Xoknath’s wardrobe. It consisted of three additional tunics, an additional pair of trousers, and another two sets of undergarments. He would likely need additional to this but for now this would do. When asked on the form of preferred colors, she paused and marked down cream, brown and black. Ariel didn’t exactly want the colors to clash with his already lovely em

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erald skin color. So something neutral would be better on him she surmised. Once filled out and signed she left the parchment there for Naz’s approval. Ariel would be paying twenty gold today, waiting for what the amount would be for the additional tunics, trousers and undergarments to add to the total.

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“You represent my house…” Ariel said quietly, her eyes glancing towards Xoknath in his new armor and clothes. “I won’t have you disheveled and disgracing it.” Naz took note of the amount and added in an appropriate additional cost for the extra tunics, trousers and what not. Without argument as she saw the price fair and the garments were well made Ariel just pulled the initial twenty gold coins out plus the additional that was requested. The Elf just leaned back against that table, her hands folded quietly in front of her a moment as the Orc fae got to work to get the order completed. It took no time at all to get the additional tunics, trouser pants and underwear packed away in bags before being dropped at Xoknath’s feet. “Enough for now?” Ariel asked, looking up at Xoknath after the purchase had been made and he had a few additional clothes to wear around while they were out at any given point in time. The elf would wait for whatever answer he could give before giving a definitive nod. Her attention turned then to the helpful female Orc, who put her hands on her hips, proud of herself for the sale and to have another satisfied patron no doubt.

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”Got yourself a kind one there Xoknath. Not like you deserve that. Best not let anything happen to the little thing.” She teased at him, jabbing his arm playfully with her elbow. It was good that Ariel hadn’t thought to get him a full wardrobe, just enough to have a few spare clothes just in case. Otherwise it might be difficult for him to continue on with her in his arms, something she thoroughly preferred as a method of travel for herself. It was so nice not having to worry about who might come up behind her, when she had a thick chested Orc at her back protecting it. Once their business was concluded and the bags were situated in a way for Xoknath to carry his own clothing while also replacing where Ariel was before on his arm, the pair made their way back out of the market towards the blacksmith area. Evening was setting in quickly and the fires of the forges were one of the few things that burned brightly in the marketplace. Ariel found herself farm more comfortable on his arm then she did walking, even if she probably could have made the trek on foot by now. If he wants to continue to carry me around, I certainly won’t tell him no. It’s quite nice to feel this important to someone.. Even if I had to purchase it. Her long silvery hair billowed to the side of her, and quietly as they walked Ariel would continue to relax against the now covered chest of him. Her eyes glanced at the embroidery job that Naz had completed in record time while the pair of them waited. The stitching was tight and well done, the threads she used were alternating between a light blue, a darker blue and a white thread that gave the illusion of a gradient of ice blue on the snowflake design. The Elf was impressed with it to say the least, her fingers tracing over the design softly when he’d been held close enough to really get a good look at it.

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“Next, Blacksmith. Then Inn for Rest…And Learning.” Ariel said softly, hoping her words were basic enough that she wouldn’t need to cast her spell again in order to translate. She had to reserve the remaining magic she held for the evening in order to have the best chance at a quick turnaround. In addition to torture the poor Orc for as short a time as possible. If he were to suffer through it, and do well enough, Ariel would be sure to reward him for the suffering he’d gone through, knowing it won’t be easy on him, nor on her. @Himbo Tie

“You’ve nothing to apologize for. It’s been decades since I’ve felt this good; a little soreness was bound to happen considering the… size difference between us.” The way that Ariel had situated herself with her cheek resting against his chest had brought a contented smile to Xoknath’s lips. He was aware of his role in their relationship, but there was a warmth and intimacy to their current position that he could not ignore. He might only be her slave – a bodyguard tasked with protecting her life with his own, but she was holding close to him much more like a lover than some tyrannical mistress that would mistreat him. As if the smile on his lips couldn’t stay contained, Xoknath absolutely beamed as he listened to her soft-spoken words. Looking down and seeing her smile and shaking her head slightly, the Orc felt a warmth flush over his cheeks in a deep blush as he repeated her words in his head to slowly break them down and translate them. There was a distinct size difference between the pair, and Xoknath could not deny that there was a large part of him that enjoyed this difference. His ability to wrap his hands around her waist and move her effortlessly to bring her pleasure and fill her with his cock brought a confident smile to hips lips. Even if he had yet to have the opportunity to show her every benefit of their difference, he was certain he would. Xoknath could not let himself get distracted with fulfilling this fantasy with his mistress, not only for the fact that he was nearly at the tailor but for her safety. He could not do his job of protecting her if he was off in another reality with his cock buried to the hilt inside of the Elven beauty on his arm. No, he had to concentrate on the reality of the situation around them. This portion of the market was the host to many of the Orcish artisans, so he had to make sure he was present in both mind and body. .

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There were those of his kind that saw any opportunity as one to claim what others could not protect as their own through violence of action. He had been guilty of such behaviors in the past, separating a man’s head from his shoulders before taking his wife and children to be put up on the very same slave market that he had been bought from today. Was he proud of his past? Swallowing and tilting his head to the side as he glanced down at Ariel’s head pressed against his chest, Xoknath smirked before looking back to where they were walking. I was a proud warrior, and every slave I sold or corpse I made honored my gods. There was no alternative to my life, and I felt no fault in my actions. Now, though...I cannot see myself going back to that lifestyle. Not when I have her in my life now. Breathing in deeply and smelling the distinct scent of the Elf in his arms, Xoknath smiled widely as he walked on. He wanted to lean down and kiss the top of her head, but he resisted the urge and simply found his joy in their closeness and intimacy in this stance. Despite the fact Ariel was an Elven mage that had mastered the usage of ice magic, she gave a considerable warmth to Xoknath’s chest where he held her. Whether this was physical or metaphorical, the Orc did not know, but he missed her warmth against him as soon as he lowered her away from his chest so that she could wait for him to get changed. The idea of bringing Ariel into the stall with him to watch him get changed had crossed Xoknath’s mind with a small grin accompanying it, but he knew that it would likely be seen as extremely inappropriate. She was his mistress after all, and despite their fun in the tavern, he had to remember that she was the one that called the shots and directed his actions. He had the autonomy to make a decision first to see her reception, but he was not in a position where he could make such a suggestive move that could harm her public image as the one in charge here. .

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When Xoknath stepped out in front of Ariel, he could not help the broad, prideful smile that played at his lips. He had shopped at Naz’s stall before to get clothes and fine linens, but he had never had the opportunity to browse her wares of armor and boots. Such things were provided by the blacksmiths and leatherworkers of the stronghold, so he had never needed to purchase them elsewhere. Looking down at the fit and finish of the gambeson, Xoknath nodded as he enjoyed the image he saw. His size and strength were not hidden behind some fanciful clothing that a royal would wear, but he looked respectable enough that he did not need to worry about tarnishing Ariel’s name in public. He had worn linen beneath his hardened steel armor before now, but he had never worn something of this quality that now rested on his shoulders and waist. Xoknath raised his gaze from where he inspected himself to meet Ariel’s as a small grin played at his lips again. Watching his Elven mistress walk around him slowly and take in all the details of his clothing and armor, Xoknath was aware of the way her hand lingered above the cream sash that was wrapped around his waist. He had no way of knowing if it was for stability or to gauge the quality of the fabric, but the Orc felt a swell of warmth in his gut at the idea that the contact was simply there because she did not want to release her hold on him. Xoknath enjoyed the idea of Ariel wanting to touch him, for he was resisting the urge to reach down and pick her up as it was. He wanted desperately to lift her up and hold her braced against the room he had just come from so that his lips could find her delicate flesh once again. However, despite his desire to taste his mistress again, in all meanings of the word, Xoknath stood still and made no moves that would interrupt her slow studying of him and his new garments.

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Holding his head high while his eyes glanced down to track her, he adopted an emotionless expression over his brow and lips. .

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Xoknath knew that he had already shown to Ariel that he was more than a basic brute, but in this moment, she was not looking at him for his ability to be a conversationalist. They were here to cover his body and to get him armor, so it was more appropriate that he look the part of the attentive bodyguard rather than a hormonal man looking for more pleasure. Only when she came around to his front and smiled up at him did he let the façade slip as a small smile spread over his lips as well. Looking down at Ariel to see the way her face softened into a pleasant grin, Xoknath knew that she was likely much happier to see him in clothes rather than the simple loincloth from before. He had to admit that he was as well, but this was not the time for him to voice his opinions. Breathing in softly when he felt Ariel’s hand resting on his arm, Xoknath lifted his gaze towards Naz and watched the exchange between the two women, cursing his lack of knowledge of the Common language. He had to assume it was something about ordering more clothing for him, but he was not certain what was being said. However, when Ariel’s finger started to trace the snowflake design in the air, Xoknath felt a cooling sensation over his chest where he bore an identical mark. There was something strange about seeing the emblem floating in the air before him, but he could also feel a sense of belonging as the chill over his chest grew warm with his adoration of the woman before him. Watching the snowflake design being moved to the table, Xoknath glanced between Naz and Ariel before seeing the Orc tailor pinch at her chest in silent communication to remove the gambeson. Naz held her left hand out to receive the gambeson as Xoknath moved his hands quickly. The sash was unwound and laid over the gate into the stall before his hands moved deftly to unclasp the buckles that held the armor closed over his chest. .

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Once undone, he hung the gambeson over Naz’s arm before the female disappeared into the back and shouted an Orcish command for one of the other Orcs to get the order sheet together and take it to Ariel. Xoknath waited patiently as he crossed his arms over his chest, his right hand sliding up to idly rub at the brand that was frozen into his flesh. He had seen brands of hot iron used to mark slaves, animals, and warriors before and knew the awful stench that came with them all too well. This brand, however, had none of the stench and had already healed over with none of the typical scabbing. It was a clean process, and it was a clear indication of most of what Ariel did. She was a clean, proper, and practical woman from what Xoknath had seen so far, and he was looking forward to getting to know more about her in the comfing future. He watched as she filled out the order sheet that was brought out to her, a smirk playing at his lips as her wand moved as if to accentuate the perfection that he saw in her every move. Keeping his eyes on Ariel to study her every nuance was not his job, so Xoknath shifted his gaze to the stalls around them. He could feel the air beginning to cool as the sun lowered in the sky and moved towards evening quickly, bathing the sky in the purple and orange hues of the sunset. Most of the merchants were still attempting to make last-minute sales before the market visitors moved out to go to their lodgings or the tavern for a raucous night of celebrating their new purchases. His eyes were flicking between a pair of centaurs that were walking along the market stalls in armor when he heard Ariel’s voice and lowered his gaze quickly to hers. He nodded in recognition of her words and the meaning behind them before speaking in his deep voice, “Yes Mistress. I will do nothing but bring honor and respect to your name and household.” .

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Nodding his head forward in a short bowing fashion, Xoknath closed his eyes before opening them and averting them from her own icy blues. She was the one in charge here, and while they both knew that he would not take any actions that caused an outsider to question their roles. As he raised his head and his gaze again to look around them, he watched the centaurs as they continued past. One of them caught his gaze and narrowed its eyes, but he made no move to back down or avert his gaze first. The man’s nostrils flared momentarily in a showing of frustration, but his attention was pulled away from the Orc by his comrade’s words. Narrowing his eyes as they walked on, Xoknath turned his attention back to the stall they were in. What are centaurs doing here? Last I knew, they weren’t welcome at this market. That armor looked like nobility, but why were they here? Shaking his head to clear his mind of the questions, Xoknath raised his chin when he saw the curtain open to reveal Naz coming out with a package in brown paper as well as his gambeson. The cream color had been dyed to a black that matched the darkest caves of the mountains, and on the chest over his left peck was Ariel’s snowflake in sharp contrast from the dark hue of the fabric beneath. Taking the gambeson and pulling it on, Xoknath started to clasp it back over his chest and fasten the belt over his waist while Naz turned to Ariel and spoke in accented Common, “The dye job is on the house, but I took the liberty of making a tabard that Xoknath can wear over his armor. I assumed you would want the same symbol on it as the gambeson, so I hope this is to your liking.” Unwrapping the brown paper from around the package, Naz revealed a black tabard that was folded on itself to show Ariel’s snowflake emblem on the left breast area. Unfolding it towards the Elf, it would show a larger version of the emblem on the back that would sit between Xoknath’s shoulder blades. .

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Nodding as she wrapped it back up, Naz placed the package in the bags with the other clothes that were soon placed at Xoknath’s feet. Turning to Ariel with a kind smile, she looked over the invoice sheet and chewed on her lower lip. Glancing towards the large Orc male and sighing softly, Naz shook her head before scribbling at the bottom of the invoice and ripping the bottom half off. Holding the receipt out to Ariel, she offered another smile as she spoke, “Considering my history with your new bodyguard, you’ve got yourself a healthy discount. Thirty gold pieces will cover it, and the remainder will be sent to your estate once they are complete.” Reaching down and taking hold of the straps of two medium-sized canvas bags, Xoknath lifted them and slid them up his right arm slowly to hold them on his shoulder. The gambeson caused them to catch rather than simply sliding up his arm, but he was confident enough in its protection that he could ignore the inconvenience. Glancing into them quickly and seeing Naz’s trademark packaging, he nodded with a grin before looking at Ariel when she spoke. Offering a quick nod, he smiled and responded, “Yes, this is good.” Turning his gaze to Naz as she approached, Xoknath chuckled and returned the jab with a gentle push of his elbow against her shoulder before responding in their native tongue, “You don’t know the half of it, Naz. I’ve already made up my mind that I am willing to die for her, but I hope to all above us that I do not have to. I don’t want to miss out on what a life with her could entail. Don’t look at me like that. I know what I am, but I’m allowed to dream.” Grinning and chuckling when he saw the female Orc roll her eyes in a joking manner, Xoknath reached out his right arm and took hold of Naz’s forearm before she repeated the gesture. Leaning forward and pressing their foreheads together, Xoknath breathed in deeply before speaking in a gruff tone, “Don’t die until I get to see you again.” .

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Hearing Naz grunt out her response of the same words, Xoknath released his hold and stepped back with a firm nod before turning away from Naz. She would be going back to sorting her stall as there was nothing further that they needed from her. Crouching down beside Ariel with a smile, Xoknath offered his arm and felt his smile broaden when the petite Elf took her position on his forearm again. Adjusting her dress and cloak to cover her and keep her decent, Xoknath stood back up and pushed open the gate to the stall. He could not help but notice how Ariel leaned into him as he held her. A warmth spread through his chest as he watched her fingers trace over the embroidery, and with this warmth came a heightened need to protect her. His eyes shot up to look around them, hoping to see no threats and only people going about their business. The evening had set in considerably as they finalized their business with Naz, but the darkness was not an issue as his eyes dilated and reacted well with the new light situation. Having adapted from being nearly completely nocturnal, an Orc’s eyes were built to have perfect vision in low light areas and near perfect in complete darkness. With the evening setting in, the crowd had thinned considerably which made it easier for Xoknath to navigate to the blacksmith stall he had in mind. The darkness spreading through the market meant that the shadows held surprises that would not be kind to stumble upon, so Xoknath chose their route carefully. The glow of the forge soon came into sight, accompanied by the sounds of steel clashing against heated steel as the master of the forge worked on orders from the day. The forge had several tables with locked cases that held weapons and pieces of armor that could be purchased for the right price. They were largely there as an example so that possible customers could review the quality of the blacksmith’s creations before making a full order and purchase. .

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Walking up and looking down at one of the tables, Xoknath saw a sample of rivetted chainmail that was bolted to a piece of wood that was bolted to the table itself. Lowering his right hand and running his fingers over the mail, he hummed softly before looping his fingers underneath and rubbing the mail between his fingers. Satisfied with the flexibility of the rings and how they interlocked with each other, Xoknath picked up a dagger that was sitting beside it with a leather thong tied around its handle that was attached to the table. Adjusting his grip on it slightly, he lifted the dagger up before stabbing down into the piece of mail with considerable force. He was careful in his movement to not drop Ariel, but he put enough force into the blow to achieve the goal he was going for. He had expected the dagger to drive through the mail and into the table beneath, but when he looked, the ring that the tip of the dagger had struck was still intact. It was stretched slightly, but the rivet held tight and stopped the dagger in its place. While Xoknath nodded with an impressed smirk on his lips, the sounds of hammering steel stopped before a rough voice bellowed out from the forge area in heavily accented Common, “You break it, you fucking buy it!! I’ll be right out, just hold your horses!!” Moments later, a short female Orc that stood only a few inches taller than Ariel came walking around a corner of a wooden shack. The forge was one of the stalls that never moved location in the market, but the owner was well known for her talent, so she didn’t need to worry about moving to a more visible location. Her skin was a pale gray in contrast to the more common green hues of her kin, but her small tusks sticking out from her lower lips proved that she was indeed an Orc and not a Dark Elf. Her black hair was braided along her scalp above her ears and pulled back in a messy bun with the loose hair on the top of her head. .

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A few wisps of hair from her bangs hung down and were plastered to her forehead and cheeks with the sweat that shone on her face. She wore a dark brown pair of leather overalls that stopped at her chest with straps that extended over her muscled shoulders. Thick leather gloves adorned her hands, and she held a large hammer in her right hand and a pair of tongs in her left. Looking over the tall Orc male and the Elf in his arms, the smith raised her eyebrow in a skeptical look before speaking in a smoother voice than before, “What can I do for ye’? I’ve got work to be getting on with, so if you’re only here to browse, I ask you to come back in the morning when the rest of the staff is here.” Xoknath nodded slowly before setting the steel dagger down and speaking in accented Common, “Duzharak, I need weapons and armor.” Duzharak narrowed her eyes before crossing her muscled yet sleek arms over her chest. Looking at the Orc before her up and down slowly, she stopped at his face and tilted her head to the side before her eyes widened in recognition. Laughing and pointing her hammer at him while holding her other hand on her hip, Duzharak shook her head before speaking in their native tongue, “Xoknath, is that you? Sorry, I couldn’t tell with that Elf on your arm. What the hell are you doing here? Last I heard, you didn’t need anything from my forge since you had a blacksmith back at your stronghold that you were obligated to get your arms and armor from.” Shaking her head as she lowered her hammer, Duzharak turned her gaze to the Elf in Xoknath’s arm. Clearing her throat and curving her lips up in a smile, she spoke in her accented Common, “You must be Ariel. My cousin, Nazsnaga, sent one of her goblins over to tell me to be on the lookout for an Orc and his Elf mistress. I never would have expected that Orc to be Xoknath; he isn’t the type you’d expect to see enslaved. No offense to either of you of course.” .

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Slipping her hammer into a steel loop on her belt, Duz rested her hand on the heavy steel head before shaking her head with a soft chuckle. Looking between Ariel and Xoknath, she settled her gaze on the warrior before speaking in their shared tongue, “So what are you doing here, Xoknath? How the hell did you end up a slave?” Xoknath looked down at Ariel as he bit his lower lip, his eyebrows creasing as he thought about what he had told her before. He would try to speak Common so that she didn’t have to use her translating spell, but he didn’t know enough Common to tell his story. Steeling himself to knowing that he could easily recount the event and the conversation later once the spell was complete, he responded to Duz, “A band of Elves and Humans attacked our stronghold one night when I was asleep. I didn’t know they were there until it was too late, and they cracked my head with a steel cudgel in the longhouse. The last thing I remember seeing was them roping up all the survivors and dragging us out of the stronghold while the buildings were burning. I have seen some of the others while I was waiting to be bought, but I don’t know where most of them are. Now...I’m just trying to do the best I can to adjust to my new life.” Duzharak nodded slowly as she listened before looking to Ariel, her eyes studying the Elven woman for a moment before she spoke in Common, “Weapons and armor you say? What were you thinking? I’ve got a sample book that you can flip through if that would make it easier.” .

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Smiling and nodding, Xoknath waited as Duz walked back into the forge area before returning with a leather-bound book and a small object wrapped in a roll of leather. The book was opened to a random page and set down in front of him on the table before the roll of leather was laid on top of it. Duz unrolled the leather quickly, revealing a dagger with a short scabbard beside it. Looking between the two, Duz shrugged before speaking, “The dagger is on the house. I’m sorry about your clan.” .

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The dagger had a green blade made from orichalcum that extended nearly a foot from beyond the leather wrapped handle and extended past the handle to a subtle hook below where the pinky would sit. The wrap had cordage around it to give a good gripping surface as well as a thick tuft of fur that stuck up towards the blade in the northern clans’ fashion. Jagged to make a devastating cut but honed to a razor’s sharpness, the blade had a slight curve back and had a small extension near the handle to protect from any blade traveling down the edge of the dagger. Picking it up and feeling the weight, Xoknath smiled before turning his attention to Duz and nodding his head in silent thanks. He set the dagger back down and picked up the scabbard that was given with it. Slipping the scabbard into the right side of his new sash so that only the upper opening was visible, Xoknath took hold of the dagger and slid it into the scabbard. A quick adjustment of the sash left it in a place where he could easily draw it, but the sash held it in such a way that it hid it from any onlooker. Confident that it was hidden well, Xoknath smiled before speaking in accented Common, “It is a very good dagger. Thank you.” Seeing Duz smirk at his broken Common, he shook his head before pushing the leather wrap out of the way and leaning forward slightly so he and Ariel could both see the book. Flipping through the pages slowly, he stopped a few times to look over the products before looking up at Duz and speaking, “How much for a chainmail hauberk, harness of plate armor, poleaxe, and greatsword?” .

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Raising her eyebrows as he listed off the items, Duz smirked before walking over and looking at the book. Sucking her teeth softly as she tapped her hand on her hammer, she tilted her head from side to side before speaking, “70 gold for the mail, 1450 for the plate, 20 for the poleaxe, and 40 for the greatsword. I’ve got what I need to make you the hauberk and poleaxe, but the plate and sword will be delayed until I can get a shipment of steel and orichalcum in. Nothing will be done tonight, though. The quickest I can get it to you would be...two or three days from now. How does that sound?” Duz’s eyes shifted to Ariel as she spoke, knowing that she would be the deciding factor. @Fiory

”Yes Mistress. I will do nothing but bring honor and respect to your name and household” “See that you do.” Was all Ariel had responded back to him. It wasn’t cold or cruel, but just a small statement. Her eyes watched as he seemed distracted and she pulled her attention towards what could have possibly turned his attention in such a way. The backsides of horses, with half human fronts were what came into view. Centaurs? That was a strange happenstance. Not that Ariel much cared for the politics surrounding the marketplace. Nor who was allowed and who wasn’t. It was still an oddity to see them around and she wondered if he was just curious about them like she was or if he wondered the same. What were they doing there? The cost that Naz had quoted seemed fair enough, and considering the additional items she had ordered as well, she was more than happy to pay the cost asked of her. Without a word, she pulled the necessary coin from her small pouch and laid it out for her to count if she didn’t trust Ariel to give the right amount. Not that Ariel would have short changed her at all. On the contrary, the Elven mage was planning to be a repeat customer if additional garments were needed for Xoknath. It made it much easier on her knowing there was already a tailor that knew his size and his measurements in order to make what he needed. Her fingers passed quietly over the tabard and smiled brightly seeing her house sigil embroidered in pristine blue and white on the dark fabric.

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“It’s exquisite. I’ll no doubt be calling on you again the next time he needs something decent to wear. Thank you.” Ariel complimented, as the work that had been done in record time was truly wonderful. It was exactly what she had hoped for and having a tabard he could wear over the armor he’d get as well was surely something to be appreciated. She watched the exchange with those same piercing blue eyes as both Orcs grunted and spoke to her in a language she didn’t understand. There was much he could probably teach her, if she bothered to learn. But considering she didn’t exactly care to learn Orcish, and now owned her own translator on the subject, Ariel felt no need to learn the harsh language. Before long, after the shopping had been secured and Xoknath had said what Ariel could only assume was his goodbyes to Naz, the Elf easily situated herself back onto his arm. She certainly could walk by now, having given her legs quite the time to rest and relax, though honestly she preferred the way he held her. It was possessive as well as protective and it gave Ariel the time to meditate on the task later this evening they would be undergoing. Her thoughts briefly traveled to the half man half horses that had traveled by in their noble garb just a small while back and she grinned playfully at it. Once pleasantries had been exchanged and the pair were on their way out into the market again, Ariel chuckled softly to herself. Her words were whispered, but loud enough that he’d be able to hear her at least. ”You’re quickly becoming my favorite mount you know… Much smoother ride than any horse I’ve rented… and far more versatile too.” The idea had come to her after seeing the Centaurs clod by with their heavy hooves and skittish nature. She saw them more as horses than men at times, and the idea that Xoknath was slowly becoming her favorite way to travel was something she found humorous. A bodyguard, a sexual investment, and a stead mount all in one emerald gre

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en package. Ariel was beginning to think she’d underpaid for him. She at least hoped that he understood the slight bit of fun she was poking at him, as she certainly did mean it. Not that she ever expected him to continue to be her personal palankeen but it was nice to not have to trudge through the crowds and dirt for once. Which, considering that her gaze turned to the sky, noticing that it had grown quite dark. She hadn’t realized how late it had gotten while they were at Naz’s stall, and the crowds that were still meandering around the marketplace had significantly lessened. The fewer people made Ariel feel much more relaxed. Xoknath provided quite the comfort, feeling that he would indeed do his job and protect her if such a case were to arise that her welfare was in danger. However the less people around to have to monitor also helped in that aspect too.

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Soon the clanging sound of metal on hard hot steel echoed across the darkening market, and Ariel began to feel the heat of the forges as they drew closer. It didn’t take Xoknath long to pick the blacksmith tent out and by the smell of the ash and fire Ariel imagined that this would be the perfect place to get his order taken care of. She peered around on his arm, her hands gently laying over her lap while she leaned into his broad chest, now someone softened with the added clothing he wore. It almost made her sad, now that she thought about it, as the skin contact had been nice on their way to the tailors. Lost in her own thoughts and reminiscing of their delightful morning, she hadn’t noticed him stopping and picking up a dagger until the sound of it pounding into the chainmail piece and wood made her jump in alarm. Not much startled or frightened Ariel these days, but suddenly having something struck so close to her did give her cause for it. Her hands had immediately out of sheer instinct grabbed hold of him at his chest, holding tight to the fabric there with white knuckle force. Her legs bent over his forearm in order to tuck them further under her as best as she could, which made her heels tap into his hip and abdomen slightly. It took a moment for Ariel to realize that it had just been Xoknath testing the might of the chain mail and not some would be assailant for her to relax again. There had been no ice this time, no magic used. She was reserving as much as she had for tonight, knowing she would need it. Knowing that any use of it outside of the spell she planned to perform tonight could jeopardize the success of the spell in general. A quiet groan escaped her lips, as a shade of pink rose across her face at her own foolishness. Of course it wasn’t someone who came to attack her or her charge, and she inwardly chastised herself for thinking otherwise.

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“A little warning, would have been nice…” She murmured under her breath, unsure if Xoknath would catch it or understand what she said. Ariel wasn’t angry with him, not necessarily, but she didn’t exactly appreciate the jump scare. Not long after, another Orc came out from the back, covered in ash and sweat and otherwise looking exactly like what a blacksmith would appear to be. She was thicker than Naz, and a bit more rough around the edges, but it was her knowledge of who Ariel was that sent a chill down her. Not that Ariel minded being known, but it was more that idea that he wasn’t the type to be a slave. She knew that. She could tell just by looking at him that he likely was a free Orc at one point. The fact was that he belonged to her, and to suggest otherwise was a little unsettling. “None taken.” The words were cold as ice though. She hadn’t taken offense to it, but she didn’t necessarily like Duzharak as much as she liked Nazsnaga. Cousin or not, it wasn’t her place to say whether or not Xoknath was the type to be under her control or not. “A sample book would be lovely. Depending on what he wants or needs, I may have to go to a dispensary to pick up the remaining coin, but we’ll see what we can do today.” It wasn’t that she worried if she could afford the items he wanted. She certainly could, but it wasn’t like she carried her fortune with her at all times. Today she’d carried about three hundred gold coins in order to purchase her new body guard and do a little shopping afterwards. And her pouch was becoming considerably lighter as the day progressed. Ariel had already resigned herself to the idea that she’d have to go and fetch additional coins anyway so she could buy the supplies she was short of at the apothecary. So grabbing extra while she was there for whatever Xoknath needed in order to do his job properly, wouldn’t be a difficult thing to do too. In silence, Ariel watched the exchange between the two Orcs, feeling very much like a third whee

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l in all of this, and merely a coin purse for Xoknath to literally carry around. It wasn’t that it bothered her really that she couldn’t understand the language and what they said, it was more she just didn’t like being left out of the conversation. So when it turned back to Common and she was able to understand, she gave a quiet nod of her head at the differing prices and how much everything would cost. As well as how long it would take. Without a word, she merely looked down at the book in front of her and did a few calculations on the worth of the weaponry and armor being requested. It seemed reasonable, but she surely would have to pay upon receipt.

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“That sounds acceptable. We’ll be staying at the inn on the edge of town, I already have a room there…” She said quietly. Ariel’s home was far from the town and the market, it usually took her quite a long distance to walk it so she would often stay at the inn for a night or two before trekking back home. With how late in the evening it was getting, a small pit of worry began to seep into her. While she already had a room rented for the night, she had hoped to secure his own as well. However, as the night drew on it was more and more likely that the rooms would fill and he would have no choice but to either stay outside of the room which was not ideal or with her inside it. She didn’t oppose the idea of that, but it did complicate things a little. Cross that bridge when we get to it… “Just send word there when the items are done and I’ll ensure you’re handsomely paid. For now, the chain mail and the poleaxe will suffice, and when you get another shipment in, assuming the quality of the mail and ax are acceptable, I’ll have the remaining ordered.” She wasn’t saying no to the more expensive items. Just that since they needed the materials anyway for them to be crafted, she saw no rush in doling out the coin now. Like before, she let Xoknath lower her down to the ground so he could be measured and fitted. While Duz and Naz were cousins and likely Duz already had Xoknath’s measurements from it, it couldn’t hurt to ensure that everything would fit appropriately. While he was being measured and fitted, Ariel took the time to rummage through her small bag, moving her coin pouch to the side and dipping her hand in deep to find what she was looking for. It didn’t take her long, finding a small leatherbound black book, just larger than her hand and pulling it out. The Elf then sat herself down on the counter, lifting one leg and sliding it easily over the other to wait for him to finish. Her eyes were glued to the little book, flipping through the pages until she found

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one that seemed to be what she had been looking for. Using her wand, she made a few little notes in the book, scratching on the tea stained parchment and crossing things off a list of sorts. The whole time she sat there her long silvery hair falling gently over her shoulder while she flipped through the pages of her little book. Finally Xoknath came over and her icy blue gaze met his for a moment. They glanced around him to Duz with a look silently asking if they were finished before nodding at the confirmation of it. Slowly, she replaced the book with a quiet snap, closing it shut, and removing the necessary coin for the poleaxe and the chainmail. It didn’t sit well paying for something but not receiving it at the same time, so she put half down on the counter as a deposit for the two items they would be picking up in a couple of days.

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“I hope to hear from you soon. The rest will be paid upon receipt of the items.” She said in a final sort of way. It wasn’t like she meant to be cold to the woman blacksmith, it was more she didn’t want to argue this with her. Time kept ticking by and the more time they remained here, the less likely Xoknath would have a place to stay for the evening. Though she was beginning to wonder if that would be such a bad thing, sharing her room with him. “I hope you don’t find me rude, but it is quite late… We should be getting to the inn. Again, please let me know when the items are ready for pick up, and I’ll have your remaining coin for you. We can discuss the other items at a later date.” Once said, Ariel merely hopped down from the counter, waiting for Xoknath to allow her a ride again through the market. She hadn’t been kidding, he really was her favorite mode of transportation, sliding over his forearm and getting herself good and comfortable leaning against him. The Elf would allow him to say his goodbyes, just as she had with Naz before the pair of them were off again. It was quite dark now, just a few lanterns lighting the dirt and cobble paths of the market. It was odd, how dark it had gotten and it made Ariel pause to look up at the sky. Clouds had formed, gray and storm carrying, and a small groan escaped her lips. It certainly would not do well to be stuck out in the rain if it decided to downpour now, though at least they were headed towards the salvation of the inn next. Ariel would point the way towards the inn in question for him, going to the far end of the market towards the outskirts of town. The inn was a larger building, a couple stories tall but no more than three. It was by far one of the large buildings in this small town, complete with a stable to the side of it for visiting patrons to rest their horses. Unlike the tavern before where it had been mostly curtains with a few doors here and there, this had a wide double door that would let them

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into the foyer of the Inn. It was grand on the inside as well, with oak wood accents and a strong smell of fire and warmth that washed over the pair. For the most part there was a reception desk to book your room, a side area where the inn supported its own bar with a kitchen attached, and on the opposite side was where you could go out to the barn and stables. Gently, Ariel tapped Xoknath on the shoulder, requesting that she hop down for now as it would be easier for her to have this conversation if she were standing and not being held like a doll or child. As much as she preferred to remain in his arms, this just had to be done. Her heels clicked against the floorboards as she walked her way to the reception desk, a smart young man in his early twenties with dark brown hair and kind eyes looking over at Ariel, before his face fell seeing Xoknath behind her.

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“C-Can I help you ma’am?” He asked, the human clerk looking back and forth between the elf and her orc companion. Ariel just smiled softly at him, placing her hands on the counter. “Perhaps. I have a room already here. Wintersong.” She said quietly, and he began flipping through the guestbook page by page in order to find the name she had said. “I was hoping you might have a spare for my Bodyguard to stay in.” The man continued looking until his finger seemed to tap the correct name. The book held the names and dates of everyone who checked in to the inn, and then coincidentally what rooms they were staying in and how long their stay happened to be. If Xoknath peered over to look, he’d be able to see Ariel’s name on the list. Ariel Wintersong, Suite, Estimated length of stay - 2 days “Ah, here you are ma’am. Yes, I have you in the suite upstairs.” He said finally, before swallowing thick and glancing back to the Orc and Elf again. “Unfortunately, we’re solidly booked ma’am. There are no other rooms to offer your…uh… bodyguard...” The man croaked out, closing the guestbook and tucking it away on a shelf behind his desk. Ariel sighed in irritation. She had been afraid of that, though it wouldn’t really matter too much. It was more the optics of it that she didn’t necessarily care for, but a couple nights like this wouldn’t hurt too terribly much to her already tarnished reputation. “I see. That is disappointing.” She said quietly, her finger softly tapping on the wood counter as she let her mind think. No matter which way she looked at it, it simply couldn’t be helped. And the longer they waited the less likely she’d feel confident to get the spell taken care of this night instead of postponing it. I had thought about him staying with me anyway… I’m sure he won’t mind. “Very well… I expect extra blankets and pillows then to be brought to the room later this evening. At no additional charge of course for the inconvenience.” This was not a suggestio

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n, but more a command and the man at the desk nodded vigorously in compliance. “Additionally, we will be staying an extra couple days. Please update your records.” “Y-Yes ma’am.”

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It was the last thing she’d say to the boy behind the desk, letting him add in a couple days to her room before turning to take Xoknath upstairs. She was feeling better, her legs strong enough to carry her weight, though by the time the pair of them got to the second floor, she could feel that ache of wanting to lay down again stinging her muscles. Despite any attempt that Xoknath would possibly give to help Ariel up the remaining flight of stairs, she declined it. Hating the idea of appearing too weak to walk, and powering through to get to the third floor. Her hands just held the railing to steady herself and for the most part she held herself up high with dignity in her walk. She wouldn’t show weakness or defeat. She was the mistress here, and while he hadn’t deserved or earned her ire, Ariel was determined to prove she wasn’t just a pretty little doll on his arm. She deserved his reverence and respect, and she would earn it by not playing the damsel. By the time the pair got to her room on the third floor at the end of the long wood and stone hallway, bathed in warm candle light from the sconces on the walls, the soft pattering of rain could be heard on the windows just outside. Ariel sifted through her little bag and pulled out a small brass key, fitting it into the lock on the door and pushing it open. The wood creaked under the pair of them, but otherwise it was a stable room and board. The room was bathed in a warm glow from the stone fireplace that had been lit for the evening, a chandelier hanging from the ceiling to provide additional light should the patron request it. It also had a wardrobe off against a wall and a chest to store personal effects as well as a desk and a fine wooden chair for any work or letter writing that was required. This inn also sported one of the few places that actually did have running water, and this room was one that had this magicked feature. The water ran through pipes in the stone work, siphoned from a nearby well syst

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em and warmed with the heat of the fires in the kitchen that constantly burned downstairs. There was no separation in this room between the bath basin and the bedroom space, say for a large wooden screen that could be used for additional privacy. The basin itself was made of stone and wood, with shining copper pipes that would drain into it if necessary.

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The only problem with a room like this, was that there was so much going on that unfortunately it only had the room for the one bed. It was a large mattress, with a solid oak frame and sturdy head and footboard. A pair of nightstand tables jutted up against it to frame it nicely in the center of the wall beneath a large ornamentation of a buck. The walls had some decorative round shields and axes that were far too dull to actually be used as weapons crossed behind them. The floor under the bed had a large intricately designed crimson rug to bring a further warmth to the room. This didn’t change the fact that there was only the one bed, which made Ariel pause for a moment. “We’ll see if perhaps I can figure something out for you…” Ariel said softly, more under her breath than anything else. She was still wrestling with the idea of just letting him stay with her, though she was also concerned with being too soft on him. It was a conundrum to say the least, and Ariel had to think good and hard about this to ensure she kept her place as the one in charge. See how he does with the spell, and then we can go from there I think.. She finally decided, nodding her head a moment and turning back towards Xoknath in the room. The rain slowly continued, pounding a bit harder on the pair of windows in the room, the droplet’s shadows dancing on the floor and in the firelight. Taking a deep breath, Ariel took her cloak and hung it up in the wardrobe. Inside were a few changes of clothes if Xoknath were to take notice, as well as a larger bag on the base of the armoire. She bent down and began rifling through the large bag, more a messenger satchel then anything else, until she found what she needed. Slowly she began placing the items from the bag on the nearby sheets of the bed. A large black leather bound book with delicate silver decoration painted and imprinted on the front, spine and backside. The words written on the front were in an old dialect of Elvish, one that wasn’

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t used anymore that Ariel had learned when she was younger. The letters were curved and ornate, more decorative and harder to read because of this. Next came a pair of small glass bottles, corked with clear water in them. A few more things, something small in a vial that looked like flecks of gold that shimmered and danced in the firelight but appeared to be more like dust or powder. A pouch of various herbs, a mortar and pestle and finally a glass vial that seemed to have nothing in it at all. Upon closer inspection there did seem to be something that swirled within it, but it was clear and barely noticeable, say for the times when the moonlight when it shone through the windows played off of it.

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In silence, Ariel opened her large grimoire and flipped to the page she needed, detailing the spell and concoction she would need to do. Her fingertips trembled a little and she had to swallow hard to regain herself. Now wasn’t the time to be nervous. It was a simple enough spell, she just didn’t particularly care for the pain it inflicted. Slowly she added a pinch or two of the golden powder that glistened brightly in the bowl of the mortar, adding an equal amount of herbs and finally what appeared to be a drop of the invisible silver liquid before combining them all together thoroughly. “Xoknath…” She said calmly, or as calmly as she could while spooning equal portions of the mixture into the two vials of water. The reaction swirled the liquid inside, turning it first a furious blue that glistened as it swirled. Ariel just held both bottles up to the light, waiting for the reaction to continue and run its course. “I need you to Kneel… and be Very Still.” She instructed, a quiet shake in her hands. It wasn’t often she was nervous when performing magic, so she had to settle herself before continuing. The liquid continued to swirl in the pair of bottles slowly changing color from a rich sapphire blue to a steady bright gold in color. With her wand in her other hand, and a quick glance given to the words of the spell he needed to say, Ariel made her way towards the Orc, stopping in front of him and handing him one of the bottles. It would be significantly easier if he were knelt on the carpet as she wanted to make sure she was looking him in the eye to ensure he understood her instructions completely.

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“You need to drink this, then stay completely still. No moving. I need your throat to complete the spell. It will not be pleasant, but it hopefully will not last long.” She said slowly, tipping her own golden bottle to demonstrate against her lips as she spoke, and holding her hands out in order to show that he needed to stay still. The more he moved, the harder and more painful this would be. Once that seemed to make sense or at least he seemed to comprehend what she was asking of him, Ariel took a deep breath before continuing. “If you’re ready… we can start.”

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Once he would give confirmation that he understood, and knew what he had to do, Ariel uncorked his bottle and then hers. It wasn’t just him that would be enduring this, she would be as well. The knowledge of the language had to come from somewhere after all. For him the drink would be a mouthful or two at best, for her she had to take it down in a few more gulps. Thankfully the herbs she’d added had made the flavor of it sweet and more enjoyable, but as the golden liquid would shimmer and slide down their respective throats an intense burning heat would slowly build on their tongues and down the back of their necks, halting at the vocal cords of their respective owners. Ariel winced for a moment, the heat of it becoming searing and she knew it would be the same for Xoknath. Quickly then. While you’ve got time. She thought, taking her wand to her neck and lifting her chin. Gently, with the tip of her wand she began writing words in a foreign language on her throat. They blazed in gold against her skin, elegantly curvy and ornate words that she knew from an age before They stretched from one side of her throat to the other, blazing in a brilliant golden color across her fair skin. Ariel bit her lips to try and keep the painful whine at bay, her eyes watering with the intensity of it that she had to blink back furiously. Once complete, she lowered her chin and looked at Xoknath, the green of his throat glowing brightly gold. Without a word spoken or another instruction given, Ariel leaned forward with that wand with the tip of it gently touching his emerald skin at his neck. There was a moment, just a moment of hesitation before she began writing the same script with her wand against his throat, the same way she had done her own. What would be felt would be as hot as any volcanic fire. The pain would sear from the tip of her wand along his sensitive skin as if she were branding him again but using the hottest and sharpest blade around to do so. The golden shimmeri

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ng letters gleamed on her throat as a tear fell down her cheek, knowing just how painful this was and hoping to just finish it quickly. Any additional movement on his part would make her have to pause before continuing to write. The words had to be done perfectly or there could be a mistranslation. It would seem like it would last an eternity, the blazing intensity of the sun against his neck but once she reached the other side and lifted her wand tip away from his throat the burning would immediately cease. The golden letters began to fade on both Ariel and Xoknath, sinking deep within the flesh of them both and the golden glow of their throats would quietly dull until it too was gone. After less than a minute, both appeared just as they had before as if nothing had happened at all. In reality, the common tongue had been copied from Mistress to Slave, written against his throat to speak it and to understand it. Gently, Ariel cleared her throat and took a small inhale before speaking. Her words were simple and complex in sentences, said in the common tongue to test the effects of the draft and spell that she’d just performed. “My name is Ariel Wintersong. I am a High Elf Mage of the Eldian order. First Class and known unfortunately as the Ice Witch of the High Mountains, and have purchased you, Xoknath the Orc Warrior as my personal bodyguard for my protection as well as companionship. If you can understand me fluently and easily enough, I ask that you indicate as such by speaking in the Common tongue gifted to you.” @Himbo Tie

“You’re quickly becoming my favorite mount you know… Much smoother ride than any horse I’ve rented… and far more versatile too.” Xoknath didn’t need to listen hard to hear his mistress’s words, but he was ensnared nonetheless the very moment that she opened her mouth to speak. Whether this was from his dutiful nature as a slave or his growing infatuation with the petite woman on his arm, he did not have an answer. He would listen to every order and instruction given to him so that he could obey them to the letter, and while that made him a good slave and investment, it largely came from his desire to see her pleased. He did not know if there was a possibility of a reward for doing a job well done, but he knew in his heart and soul that the only thing to do was to perform to Ariel’s standards and above. This blind devotion to the Elf on his arm did not seem to come from any bill of sale or coins put down for the title of mistress. No, there was something about her that had taken hold of Xoknath and would not let go. Blushing heavily as he understood her words for the most part, he did not want to let go of the vixen he carried on his arm. The idea of being her choice of mount flooded through Xoknath’s being with a pulse of blood finding his cock and giving it a significant throb. Moaning softly as he walked, he tried to ignore the temptation to flex his lower abdomen and massage his teased length against the inside of his new undergarments. He could only assume that Ariel knew the sexual innuendo behind her words and had chosen them for that very purpose. He saw immediately an image of walking through an unmarked hallway of an estate he had yet to see, but the primary focus was not his surroundings. His imagination was immediately ensnared by the imagery of his mistress riding his cock, her legs around his hips as he moved her along his shaft while carrying her to her destination. .

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It was difficult to bring his mind back to the present, his eyes looking from his mistress to the market stalls around them as he tried to right himself. The image of Ariel’s abdomen distended and swollen with his shaft deep inside of her again flashed across his mind, and he could not stop the deep moan that came through him again. Clearing his throat at the end to try to play it off as him simply making a soft noise while walking through the market, Xoknath knew without a doubt that the deep green tint on his cheeks would give him away. As he remembered Ariel’s cries of pleasure and the ways her body moved in the throes of her orgasms, he found himself caring less and less about being found out. So long as he carried her safely to their next destination in the market and could keep an eye out for any threats, he did not see the harm in enjoying the memories of her company as they went. He knew, however, that with the way his mind could quickly delve into living out a fantasy with his mistress, that he needed to make a concerted effort to stay present in the moment. There would be time to fantasize and make good on those fantasies. This was no such time. Xoknath had not anticipated that the strike against the chainmail would startle or frazzle Ariel in the way that it had, so he felt an immediate wash of foolishness come over his being. The intent had been simply to test the strength of the armor, but as he looked down at the way she had clutched at his gambeson, Xoknath could not help the small smile that played at his lips. The way that she was obviously displaying a certain level of trust in him at this moment was warming to his soul. The fact that, in her fear, she would reach to take hold of him and seek comfort and security in his presence was very reassuring to the warrior. He was not a tool that she would discard if it seemed broken; there was proof in her movements that she valued him. .

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The soft groan that Ariel gave, in combination with the light flush across her cheeks and nose, brought the smile on Xoknath’s lips to a peak. The reaction was one that he could understand, especially if she was distracted or focused on something else. He could recall the way her fingers traced over the embroidery on his chest, so he knew that his mistress’s mind had likely been elsewhere. He didn’t need to understand her language to understand what words she would have said to him. Something along the lines of ‘don’t surprise me like that,’ and in response, Xoknath raised his arm slightly and pulled it in, squeezing Ariel gently in a small hug to communicate his apology. The move would have been barely perceivable by any onlooker, but it was enough that he knew Ariel would feel him. Humming softly in apology, he lowered his head in a short nod while closing his eyes. Again, it was a small movement to anyone other than the woman the gesture was intended for, but Xoknath had to trust that his mistress would catch the subtlety and the meaning behind it. Xoknath could only understand snippets of the exchange between the two women before him, but he knew without a doubt that there was an air of hostility being sent from each one. Duzharak was an independent Orc female, taught from a young age how to swing a sword and a hammer with measured skill to destroy and create masterfully. There had been multiple times when she had been forced to use her very own creations to defend herself from the shackles of a slaver, so Xoknath knew for a fact where her hostility was coming from. He could hear the chill in Ariel’s words and knew that whatever Duz had said had gone too far, and his eyes immediately locked on those of the other Orc. Shaking his head minutely, he hoped she would see his small movement as the warning that it was. Blood, race, and relations did not matter anymore. He was devoted to his mistress and commanded by their goddess to serve her. .

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Whether it was Ariel’s cold disposition or Xoknath’s warning, Duz relaxed her attitude enough to shift her attention to him and move forward with the greetings and sale. Xoknath was aware of Ariel’s cold silence as he spoke to Duz about his village, and he swore to himself that he would be more than willing to repeat any of it to her once they were somewhere that she could use her translating spell. Or after the spell she had told him about. Swallowing as he thought about the pain that she had promised would accompany it, Xoknath finished his explanation to Duz of how he had gotten here and turned his focus to the dagger given to him. He hoped that Ariel would not see it as a threat for him to be armed in such a way, but he recalled that she was here now to buy him arms and armor to better do his job of protecting her. If she trusted him with those weapons, why would she suddenly have an issue with him wielding a dagger. Shaking his head to remove the foolish thought from his mind, he adjusted the fit of the dagger in his sash to make sure that the handle was easily accessible. It would not make sense to have a weapon for self-defense or for the defense of his Elven mistress if he could not get to it in a time of need. Xoknath listened to the words that Ariel offered to Duzharak in response to the pricings and the details of the wait time. He again could only understand portions of it, but he could tell that she found the prices to be reasonable. Smiling slightly as he looked to Duz and nodded, he watched the female Orc nod before walking back towards the forge area. She raised a hand for him to follow and he knew that it was likely that she would need to measure him for the armor that would be purchased today. He knew of Ariel’s affinity to ice, so he could only imagine that the hot temperatures of a forge would be most unpleasant for her to experience. Kneeling, he helped her gently off his arm before offering her a small smile as he spoke, “I will be back soon.”

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. Lifting his right hand to gently cup Ariel’s cheek and stroke his thumb over her cheekbone, he whispered softly so that only she could hear him, “I am yours. I know this.” Swallowing thickly as he removed his hand and stood up slowly, Xoknath hoped that the sincerity of his words would penetrate beyond the harshness of his accent and Duz’s earlier insults. Breathing out forcefully through his nose as he turned to the forge, his hands formed fists immediately as he strode into the warmth of the forge. Seeing her back towards him as she was opening a roll of pouches with various tools in each one, Xoknath walked up to her quickly and grabbed her left shoulder. Spinning her around and reaching to grab her throat with his right hand, he lifted her quickly off the ground and held her in the air with a low growl. Holding her right wrist with his left hand as it reached for the hammer at her waist, he growled out his words to her with his tusks bared. “Speak to her like that again, and I swear I will rip you limb from limb. I don’t know what you said entirely, but it is not your place to question Luthic’s choice for my life. I am blessed to have been given a chance to keep the breath in my lungs, do not take that from me.” Duzharak’s eyes widened at the intensity of Xoknath’s aggression in this gesture, but her head moved as much as it could to give a nod of agreement and understanding. His massive hand on her throat had cut off her ability to breathe or speak, and when he eventually lowered her and released his grip, she fell to her knees and started to cough weakly while sucking in air. Falling back and resting on her rear, she looked up at the warrior that towered over her and nodded, her black eyes meeting the fire in his golden orbs before lowering quickly. Lifting her hands to rub her throat gently, she nodded before speaking in a shaky voice, “I understand. I didn’t realize you felt so strongly for her.” .

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“The strength of my devotion to her is not the concern here; it is my obedience to Luthic that you should not be questioning. You bring shame to yourself by thinking you know better. And yes, I do feel strongly for her. She bears my seed, so I expect you to apologize and be respectful or I will rip your head off next time.” Xoknath watched Duzharak nod slowly again, her hands finding the ground to help push her up to her feet. Her legs were shaky and there was a clear sign of her reluctance to turn away from him again; she kept glancing at his hands as she continued to open the roll of pouches. Finally, she pulled out a notebook, a piece of charcoal, and a measuring string. Looking at him, she instructed him to spread his arms out in a T shape. He obliged her and did as he was told, though the fire in his eyes would remind Duz that this obedience was situational depending on what she decided to say or do next. Measurements were taken of his wingspan, the length and girth of his arms individually, his torso’s length and girth, and every other detail that would be needed for the construction of his chainmail hauberk. In combination with the sizes Naz had given for the gambeson, Duz would be able to use this information to make the armor that would best fit him and have all the flexibility that it needed. Duzharak next started a new sheet and began measuring Xoknath in greater detail, preparing an idea for the plate armor harness that would be ordered eventually. Her timidness that the savage gesture had brought on was slowly eking away, though she was careful in her instructions to make no further comments about Ariel or Xoknath’s current role in life. There was a drop of guilt in his chest for having attacked and scared her in the safety of her own forge, but he would not allow it to show in his stance. He had meant what he said, and he would not listen to any disrespect for his mistress and lover. .

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With the measurements added to the booklet, Duzharak nodded before looking up to Xoknath and speaking, “We’ll go over the design of the armor when it is closer to the time that I will be making it. Though, I assume you would like it in the traditional style of your stronghold. I will reach out to my sources and either find someone that has diagrams for it or a set I can use as reference. I am sorry for my behavior earlier. I understand what you mean now, and I am thankful that you can see the brighter side of your new life.” Nodding firmly as he accepted her apology and the attempt to make up for it by getting him armor that would speak to his heritage, Xoknath placed his left hand on Duz’s shoulder and squeezed gently. The crushing force of his grip on her throat was not seen in this gesture, but the strength to do it was clearly seen in the thickness of his forearm. Releasing his grip, he turned and walked out of the forge, his left ear flicking back momentarily to hear Duz’s feet following him out of the forge area. He did not show any fear by glancing over his shoulder at her. If she wanted to strike him in the back, she would have the opening to do so and dishonor herself in such a way. His eyes focused on the Elven mage waiting for him, and as his golden eyes, still burning with the fires of rage from before, met her icy blues, he could feel the residual anger cool down and steam away. There was an undeniable beauty in the way that Ariel sat on the counter, awaiting his return to her side to service her as she saw fit. The way that her legs crossed over one another drew his eyes to them as Xoknath remembered the absolute treat that lay between them. He could taste her nectar again and could not stop himself from licking his lips slowly in anticipation of tasting such a delicacy again. His eyes drifted to the fall of her hair over her shoulder, and he could imagine the silky feel of her hair between his fingers as he held her head by her hair. .

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Xoknath glanced at Duzharak as Ariel spoke to the blacksmith, his eyes meeting hers in a challenging glare. Duz, her eyes quickly flicking to Xoknath’s before focusing on Ariel once again, brought her left hand up and scratched at her jaw to hide the beginnings of a dark gray bruise on her throat while speaking, “That works just fine. I will have a messenger come to give you notice when your items are completed. I understand the time is getting quite late, so I am not offended by your need to leave. I appreciate your business and hope to hear from you again about the armor and sword. Have a good night.” Xoknath nodded as he saw the smile on the gray Orc’s lips before she turned and walked quickly back into the forge. He knew the products would not suffer from his actions because every Orc blacksmith cherished their work and the reputation that came from it, but he did feel a well of guilt at his actions. He could only hope that Duz would not hold a grudge or spread misinformation about the event. Lifting Ariel back onto his arm with ease, Xoknath hummed softly and smiled down at her before walking away from the blacksmith area. He followed every direction that Ariel offered him, but as they got further from the center of the market and got closer, he began to recognize the way. He had passed by this inn many times in his past visits to the market, but he had never set foot inside of its regal halls. Such a building was beyond his ability to pay for a room and the comforts within, not to mention the disdain for Orcs and other such ‘savage’ races. There was never an outright ban on his kind, but the looks of distrust and the heightened prices of admittance had been enough of a signal to him and his kin that they were not welcome. Despite this sour taste in his mouth, Xoknath continued forward and obeyed Ariel’s directions to go closer to the building and eventually inside of it. .

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The warmth and light washed over Xoknath, causing his eyes to narrow for a moment as a soft grunt of discomfort fell from his throat. His pupils had dilated to see without issue in the darkened settings of the market, adjusting to the low-light and letting his dark vision reign supreme. Here, in the well-lit interior of the inn, he had to take a moment to let his eyes adjust once more. He felt Ariel’s tapping on his shoulder, so Xoknath knelt slowly and lowered his arm so that Ariel could step off his arm in a smooth transition. Following behind the soft clicks of her heeled boots, his own boots made steady thudding sounds as the hardened leather of the soles knocked against the floorboards. His eyes moved over their surroundings, taking in first any signs of threats before reviewing them for a moment to appreciate the classical beauty inside the building. It was homely, that could not be denied, but Xoknath did not miss the way the inn worker’s expression fell at seeing him behind his mistress. He simply crossed his arms over his barrel chest as he waited and watched, his eyes locked on the young man’s for a clear intimidation to listen to Ariel and do as she says. Xoknath could see the ledger and had to assume it carried inside of it the details of each of the patrons that were using the inn and its amenities. He could not read the words or names within, but he saw where the young man tapped and assumed that it had to be relevant to Ariel. Trying to read her name upside down was beyond difficult, so he simply breathed out deeply through his nose and shifted his gaze back up to the man’s eyes. He noticed how often the inn worker glanced between his mistress and himself, and Xoknath could not help the small smirk that played at his lips. The young man reeked of fear and discomfort, but the Orc would do nothing to further upset the issue or make things difficult for his mistress. .

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When the exchange seemed to be complete and Ariel turned towards him, Xoknath glanced down at his arm in a silent question of if she would be returning to her perch on his arm. However, despite the offer, Ariel seemed determined to walk herself up the stairs and to the room that Xoknath could only assume was there for them. Following behind her, he kept his eyes moving over her frame, not for the sake of admiring her luscious curves or fantasizing about feeling her embrace, but for the purpose of making sure she was not growing too unsteady. She did not request his assistance, and while Xoknath was there to catch her, he could see her grip on the railings and bannisters of the stairs and the landings on each floor. Ariel was holding herself with pride and dignity, and Xoknath would not take that from her. He found it incredibly endearing and attractive, his cheeks warming with a blush as he saw the power and strength in the woman in front of him. She was no weak princess that needed someone’s help with every aspect of her life. She was an ice mage, and from the display earlier, a very powerful one at that. His mistress could command the fear and respect of absolute strangers, and Xoknath could not help but respect that. Hearing the rain on the roof, Xoknath smirked as he thought of where he would be if he wasn’t here. Every time he visited the market, he would either fork up the gold for a room in the tavern, or he would be resigned to staying in a hide tent with his comrades that he had travelled with. No matter how well constructed a tent was or how well treated the pelt was, rain could be expected to find its way inside to make it increasingly miserable. ‘It will make you tough. Embrace the misery and grow from it.’ The words he had heard repeated many times in his life brought a soft chuckle as he glanced up to the bone-dry interior of the inn. It seems wood, tar, and proper construction could beat the elements, relieving the need for misery in the first place.

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. The interior of the room was impressive, causing Xoknath’s eyebrows to rise in appreciation. The ornamentation struck him as familiar, as he could remember the taxidermized heads of beasts that had been slain by the clan and put on display in the longhouses. He could see the weapons and shields, though a smirk played over his lips when he saw the state of the weapons. The weapons displayed at his stronghold had been sharpened and ready for combat as a second line of defense to aid in the defense of the clan. A cold pit fell in his stomach as he looked over the weapons and thought of his own stronghold, where he and several other warriors had been passed out in the main hall and caught unawares. There had been no opportunity to arm themselves and fight back. This fact alone was a contributing factor to his resignation to simply embrace the life of a slave. He had failed to defend himself or his clan; he did not deserve the right to call himself a free Orc warrior anymore. Looking over the rest of the features, his eyes finally fell on the single bed and his eyebrows settled in their relaxed place. That would be for Ariel, as she was the mistress here. Watching her turn towards him, Xoknath watched her remove her cloak and nodded, recognizing that they would not be leaving this room again for some time. Reaching behind himself and closing the door to the room, he latched the lock and then glanced at the wardrobe. Seeing the clothes within, he smirked slightly as he recognized that this room had been host to his mistress before today. Laying his bags down beside the wardrobe, Xoknath stook his dagger and sheath out of his sash before laying it beside his bags. Next came the sash and gambeson, each article being folded and placed on top of his bags. If Ariel was removing her outerwear, he would have no need to stay armored in such a way.

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There should not be any threats to them now, and he would have time to arm himself as their would-be assailants battered down the door. .

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Xoknath could hear the nerves in Ariel’s voice and saw them in her actions, but he made no remark on them. He recalled that she warned him that this spell would hurt, and he recognized that she had taken no actions to cause him pain in their short time in each other’s company. She must have been nervous about hurting him, so to calm her down as best he could, Xoknath resigned to follow her every order with no delay or challenge. Kneeling on the carpet in his cream tunic and brown trousers, he settled back against the backs of his calves. There had thankfully been no mud as the rain had not yet reached the market, but he did not want to dirty up his new clothes by sitting on his boot heels. Xoknath nodded slowly to show he understood his instructions, his golden eyes filled with a trusting warmth as he looked to Ariel’s icy blues. He knew this would hurt, but he trusted his mistress and lover to be the one to administer such a pain without a desire to truly harm him. Watching her uncork the bottle, he breathed in deeply before drinking the contents in one quick chug as he held his throat open and let the liquid flow. The flavor was pleasant, but the burning sensation quickly stole Xoknath’s attention and focus. He kept his eyes on Ariel, hoping to continue to communicate his trust and blind faith in her through the warmth that his eyes carried. However, as he looked up at her, he could not stop the welling of tears in his tear ducts. Holding his head still and resisting the urge to clear his throat and spit up the burning liquid sensation, Xoknath could not help the single tear that trickled from his right eye and down his cheek. His own discomfort was easy to ignore as he saw the obvious signs of agony on Ariel’s face and throat. He was beginning to regret his choice of the magical route as he watched her suffer through the effects of the spell, but he kept his hands flat over his thighs to keep still as he had been instructed. .

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When the wand came to his throat, Xoknath felt a moment of apprehension and fear. His eyes darted down to the instrument of the pain he had seen and the magic he had seen other mages call forth with such a similar device. However, that fear was quickly dashed away when he looked up and caught Ariel’s eyes again. Seeing the hesitation on her features, Xoknath offered her a small smile, the corners of his lips rising just a hair before the volcanic agony spread across his throat. Grunting once as he squeezed his hands on his thighs, Xoknath closed his eyes and felt several tears fall through his eyelashes to roll down his cheeks. When his eyes opened again, the warmth from before remained and he quickly brought his gaze back up to Ariel’s face. She was the reason he was doing this. She was the reason for this pain. She was why he needed to learn this new language. And he would gladly go through this agony one hundred more times for the opportunity to understand her words. The fiery agony seemed to last for an eternity, and Xoknath was convinced that another 60 years of his life would pass by before the spell was complete. He held still to the best of his ability, closing his eyes to endure the pain of the wand traveling over his Adam’s apple. With every agonizing moment, though, he felt a warmth spreading through him at the anticipation of being able to understand his mistress. Being able to obey her perfectly with no error in translation. Being able to hear her every request and command so that he could honor them both with his ability to listen. A warmth spread further through him as a smile graced his lips. The pain was forgotten for a moment as he heard Ariel’s voice from the tavern, and he could imagine understanding her words of passion with no error while he pleasured her. . (edited)

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Eventually, the pain truly lifted away when Ariel withdrew her wand. Opening his eyes and looking up to her, Xoknath breathed in deeply before holding still, following her earlier command to ‘stay completely still.’ His brows furrowed deeply as he heard her command again, but this time with a clear understanding of her words. There was no thinking over the sounds and trying to piece together an understanding. Relaxing his eyebrows and looking up to her with a smile, he listened to her speak and responded in clear Common, his accent still present but not affecting the pronunciation of the words. “My name is Xoknath; I hail from the Black Mountains. I acknowledge your purchase and your right over me as my mistress, and I accept the charge of being your personal bodyguard and companion. I hope to serve you well in the future, my mistress.” @Fiory

The entire time her wand tip had ignited against his flesh, Ariel could not hold back the tears that fell down her face. Each one to match the ones that she witnessed fall and sizzle as they fell past his jawline. The instrument of his pain in her own hand, her fingers and palm doing everything that they could to keep it steady so the words would be clear and precise. ”Sal'm sorrui Xoknath…” She murmured, her throat burning any time her voice would be used at all. Any small sound she made felt like someone was slicing her cruelly with a blade fresh from the forge. Just do it quickly, so his suffering can end! Ariel urged herself. The rain fell harder and faster outside and she felt the pressure of it looming over her. One stroke, and then another. A decorative note here and another umlaut there. She was close, so close to completing the torture he had chosen. ”Sal'm sorrui Xoknath… Sal'm sorrui” She repeated, unable to stop the Elvish words from slipping past her lips in a whispered plea for him to forgive her for this, feeling her own pain and wincing horribly with the experience of it. Finally what felt like an age was at an end, and her wand released its vice grip of his throat. The gold faded, and the pain slowed and dulled until it was no more. Pain was not something she likes to inflict on those that she did not believe deserved it. Her silver hair fell gently to frame her face, a quiet pant on her lips as she regained her composure and steadied her nerves. The statement she made was clear and concise, spoken in the common tongue and she waited on baited breath to see if Xoknath understood and could speak it in return to her. While she was a powerful mage, and was confident in her abilities to perform the spell, it was always nerve wracking to go through an experience like that and have to wait on the other side for confirmation of its success.

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“My name is Xoknath; I hail from the Black Mountains. I acknowledge your purchase and your right over me as my mistress, and I accept the charge of being your personal bodyguard and companion. I hope to serve you well in the future, my mistress.” A wave of relief crashed over the elven fae. It was clear on her face that she was thankful of the speech he said and how clearly it came from him. A success. They could easily speak now with no need for her to use her magic to translate. Before she realized what exactly she was doing Ariel leaned forward and took his face in her hands. Like a collision of planets, her lips crashed against him in a passionate embrace. There was a slight saltiness to the sweet plushness that her lips had provided before due to the tears she had shed. Unable to hold them back due to the pain she had endured of copying her knowledge and transferring it to him. A side effect of the spell that was unavoidable as there was nothing she could do to prevent the pain and the tears that fell from it. Ariel was just glad it was over and done with. She held him softly, not wanting to release him until she had been thoroughly convinced that air was necessary for life. When Ariel pulled back, there was a little bit of shock in her eyes that melted through her. She’d surprised even herself with her own actions, a strong violent flush of red exploding over her cheeks and nose. Pulling back immediately to stand up straight, Ariel immediately cleared her throat and attempted to throw that ice wall back into place, regardless of the cracks it might have contained.

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“I’m… I’m glad you’re alright.. I apologize for the pain but you did well to endure it Xoknath.” She said quietly, blinking a little to try and right herself. Her hands went to straighten her skirt and put her wand away. Busying herself with anything else. Her long silvery hair swayed behind her and she quickly walked away from him, replacing her empty bottles and the ingredients she hadn’t needed to use. Each one delicately taken and placed them carefully into her satchel bag. Her grimoire was the last to go back in, closing quietly and slid in to ensure it’s safe keeping. You need to control yourself. she scolded, inwardly hating the fact that she was feeling so comfortable and so at ease with the Orc so quickly. It was probably a good thing, while she contemplated the steadying of her breath and the pace her heart pounded that the door to their room echoed the gentle knock of a visitor. Her eyes lifted and she looked towards the door, as if perplexed it could make such a sound, before her eyes turned instead to Xoknath on the carpet, kneeling and obedient and freshly kissed from her. Ariel couldn’t help admiring him, even though she’d preferred him bare chested and beautifully gleaming before. The image of their passionate embrace floated across her mind, the faces he’d made, the way his lips would pull and he’d suck in the air in delight of her. The feeling still lingering of his fingertips on her hips and the strength he had pulling her back and forth over him. “If.. if you could answer that Xoknath… That will be the extra bedding I requested I’m sure.” Ariel said quickly, snapping herself out of the illusion she had let herself drift into. The after image of the shining emerald chest that was not covered by cloth as her gaze drifted over to him on the floor still hung in her mind’s eye for a moment longer, but Ariel did her best not to think of it. It would do to calm down. Attempt to relax and try to replenish her energy stores. While it didn’t look

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draining, Ariel was exhausted. Magically speaking. She could feel the weakened pulse in her fingertips of the mana she’d expended. The way her veins felt cold but not enough to freeze. If asked, she likely could do some small magics, parlor tricks and illusions, but nothing nearly as large or as grand as before. At least not without some serious concentration on the matter.

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Assuming that Xoknath would have gone to the door, it was no surprise that upon opening it, the same young man from the front desk downstairs stood with a thick wicker basket in his arms. It held additional sheets and pillows, as well as an extra wool blanket for added warmth. He was a smart lad, bringing additional towels up as well in case the mistress of the room required a relaxing soak. Or perhaps her charge did. His face looked up at Xoknath and he visibly swallowed, slinking back a bit at the size of the warrior in front of him. “M-Ma’am..?” He stammered, glancing past the Orc at the door momentarily, though continually flicking his eyes up to him as if afraid he might try to do or say something. Ariel just waved her hand welcoming the man inside, and with great trepidation, he cleared his throat and slowly scooted by Xoknath. This wasn’t an easy thing to do, and likely only possible due to the boy’s thin physique and shorter frame. His feet pulled him sideways with his back to the wall as he made his way around the big green Orc, basket in hand. Ariel glanced his way in a less than enthused way. Really… I asked him to answer the door for you, he’s not going to hurt you unless you make an attempt to harm me. Ariel thought dismissively as the boy nearly tip toed around Xoknath to bring the basket of bedding and towels to Ariel. “Excuse the intrusion M-Madam Wintersong..” He responded nervously, placing the basket down at the end of the bed for them. “You can leave it there and go. Thank you.” Ariel’s chilling words were as cold as ice. Clear and concise towards the poor boy who flinched at the freeze of them. Nervousness was the very least that this man had, running his hand through his messy brown hair before nodding vigorously. He was quick to move back towards the door, leaving the basket and it’s contents on the bed for Ariel to inspect and go through. His back was kept to that wall, eyeing the Ice Witch and her dark green companion, nodding to b

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oth in turn. Unsure of the relations between the two and wanting to be sure that some kind of proper respects were given just in case.

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“O-Of course Ma’am… Have a P-Pleasant stay with us Ma’am.. Sir…” And before he could be halted and asked further questions or for Xoknath to decide he was done waiting for him to take his leave, the receptionist slipped through the door and promptly closed it with a quiet snap behind him. Ariel took no time looking through the basket. Plenty of extra blankets if necessary, as well as additional soft down filled pillows, and some large plush towels that seemed to be freshly laundered. There was a gentle smell of lavender on them, likely from the soap that had been used. A quiet smile fell on her face, as an idea came to mind and she slowly let her gaze side eye Xoknath for a moment. Yes, that will do nicely I think. “Xoknath..” she said gently, taking a pair of towels in her arms, the large rolls soft in against her hands. “Run a bath would you? I’ve changed your clothing, but I’d prefer you not to smell of those slave markets. It’s horrific. You belong to me, and you will reflect that.” While this was a command, she had a suspiciously sly smile on her face. Ariel had been pondering for a small while now, on what to do with Xoknath for startling her in the forge earlier this evening. She couldn’t let him get away with her showing such weakness in public like that, and it certainly wasn’t something she enjoyed dealing with. Surely that meant he needed some kind of punishment. However, he had also done exceptionally well keeping her safe while in the market today, holding her gently and even keeping her modest with such a short skirt. So he also was due a reward for doing his job so well too. This would be how she did both at once. Her mind made up on the matter. Ariel would wait for Xoknath’s compliance in this, expecting that he would do as he was asked, and begin the bath as she had commanded. The water would be good and warm, rushing through the copper pipes and steaming in the well lit room. It was a good thing she decided that the basin for the bath was

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quite large and deep. It was meant to be used for larger patrons anyway, so she assumed that Xoknath would have no issues fitting inside. With him behind the screen prepping the tub for use, Ariel would come around quietly afterwards with the towels remaining in the basket. She quietly placed the basket on a nearby table listening as the water rushed into the basin and the steam of it floated out off the water’s surface. Without a word, Ariel placed her hand into the water to test the temperature of it, adjusting it as needed so it wouldn’t be scalding but would be a relaxing warm that would certainly last. A gentle smile crossed her face and she looked from the water in the basin, to Xoknath and crossed her arms quietly.

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“Strip then, you can wear those tomorrow, but you won’t need them in the bath.” Ariel said gently, smiling up at him to wait for him to lose the clothing he’d just gotten and get into the tub. She was sure he would, what reason would he have to decline getting into a hot comforting bath? And besides that, she planned on making sure that this was both a punishment as well as a reward for him. It surely would feel quite lovely at least with just the bath, as the rain pounded on the windows, turning from a quiet subtle drizzle and leaning towards a full night storm that evening. Ariel did her best to ignore the sound, wanting nothing more than to focus on the Orc before her and what she would be subjecting him to next. @Himbo Tie

Xoknath expected to be congratulated for how well he had managed to handle the pain and stresses of the magic, possibly even rewarded with extra rations or a cot that he could sleep on rather than the floor. What he had not expected was for the cool hands of his mistress to hold the sides of his face gently before crashing forward into him to press their lips together. The momentary shock that was brought on by the abruptness of the action wore off quickly and Xoknath responded to Ariel’s advances in kind. Molding his lips to hers in a passionate embrace, he pressed against her kiss hungrily as if he had been starved for days and she was the sustenance that he needed to live. In a way, it almost felt true. His life without Ariel seemed like an empty wasteland when he tried to imagine it, so Xoknath kept his lips pressed desperately to hers as if he was trying to force his survival through the contact of their lips. Lifting his hands from his thighs, Xoknath let his left hand rest gently on Ariel’s hip while his right raised to gingerly caress her cheek. Feeling the dampness under his fingers and palm where her tears had been tracking down her cheek, he felt an immediate flare to end whoever it was that had caused her such pain, but he remembered quickly that this pain they both experienced had been brought on by his choice to learn the Common tongue through magical means. Tilting his head slightly to deepen the kiss and allow his lips to press against hers more fully, Xoknath rubbed his thumb and forefinger over Ariel’s cheekbone before threading his fingers gently into her hairline. His hand on her hip held firmly to her, not letting her body pull back until he felt her lips moving to separate from his. His eyes had fallen closed as he relished the contact, but with her warmth pulling away from him, Xoknath felt a soft whimper leaving his throat as his eyes opened again. .

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He licked his lips slowly to taste the sweetness of her lips and slight saltiness left by a combination of their tears. Xoknath’s gaze fell to the bright red blush on Ariel’s cheeks, and he knew that his own emerald cheeks were heated and flushed with a dark green hue to match her own blushing. He recognized that Ariel was likely embarrassed by her immediate reaction and need to kiss him, but Xoknath would not allow this realization to taint his enjoyment of the moment that they shared. He might only be a slave here, but he was finding himself quickly enraptured by the woman standing before him. Lowering his hands to rest his palms on his thighs again, Xoknath wiped gently to get rid of some of the nervous sweat that had gathered in his apprehension of the spell and his worry of what Ariel might do in reaction to her actions with him. She may have instigated the kiss and the embrace that followed, but he did not want to be the one that was punished for it. It seemed, however, that his nerves were not needed. Xoknath watched as Ariel tried to right herself, obviously caught off guard by the urgency and intensity of her actions with him. Smiling softly as he breathed in deeply and settle back on his haunches, the Orc let his eyes travel along his mistress’s form slowly before speaking in a quiet tone, “No need to apologize, Mistress. I asked for this; I just hate that it brought you any pain. Had I known you would suffer the same agony, I would have taken longer to consider my options.” There was no way for him to know if the spell had been fully completed or not, so seeing Ariel turning to gather her belongings on the bed and put them back into her bag, Xoknath simply stayed put in his kneeling position. He wanted his throat easily accessible if there were any need for follow up magic or if there was an emergency that Ariel had to address. Besides, the height he was at made kissing Ariel that much easier, and he hoped, while watching her work with her belongings, th

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at she would turn back to kiss him again. .

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This hopeful wish would not come true, for the longer Xoknath waited on his knees for Ariel’s next embrace, the longer his lips went untouched. Breathing out softly as he resigned to the fact that she was likely trying to compose herself, he realized that she had been much nicer and softer with him than any other slaver or owner he had seen in his years. There might be some concern that Ariel was being too soft on him, and Xoknath resigned to make sure that there was no doubt of where either of them stood. Her kindness was not softness, and he would make sure, in the best ways that he knew how, that Ariel knew he respected her and would obey her without question. Lowering his gaze to the ground to show deference and willingness to do whatever she commanded, he made no attempt to watch her put away her belongings and instead focused his attention on their surroundings. Xoknath could hear the footfalls of the approaching tavern worker and glanced over his left shoulder when the knocks at the door were heard. Xoknath watched as Ariel’s eyes flicked towards the door before settling on him. He could not help the small smile that he offered to show that he appreciated the gaze being placed on him, but he tried to retain some level of professionalism by raising his chin slightly as if to show he was ready to receive any order given to him. The way his mistress looked at him, however, caused his mind to drift for a moment back to their exchange in the tavern. Wanting desperately to push her back onto her bed so that he could have his way with her and show her another round of pleasure at his fingertips, Xoknath ignored his urges and simply nodded when he received his order. There was no need for words to declare his willingness to obey her; actions spoke louder than words anyways. Placing his hands on the carpet beside his knees, Xoknath pushed up quickly and stood before Ariel before turning and approaching the door quickly. .

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Turning the latch and opening the door steadily, Xoknath knew that the heavy sounds of his leather clad feet approaching the door would have been easily heard on the other side, and he was rewarded by the fearful expression of the young man. A small smirk played at his lips as he did nothing to hide his tusks from the youth, but he was mindful of his role in society and knew better than to speak outright in any threatening manner. Glowering down at the young man as if he was tired of his interruptions already, Xoknath glanced over his shoulder when the worker looked past him in an effort to see Ariel at the foot of the bed. Seeing her gesture to welcome the tavern worker inside the room, Xoknath stepped aside just barely to give the young man enough room to get by him and through the door if he held his breath and made himself skinnier. Watching him as he made his way towards the bed, Xoknath rested his left hand on the door to shut it if necessary. He did not want to intrude on the exchange between the worker and his mistress, but the longer the young man was in the room, the more Xoknath felt his patience running thin. He was finally in a position to understand his Elven lover’s every word, and he did not want this opportunity wasted by some nervous human staying in the room for longer than necessary. Following his movements back towards the door, Xoknath narrowed his eyes and felt his lower lip falling to expose more of his tusks as the young man squeezed back out of the door. The silent warning to hurry along seemed to combine with the young man’s need to get away from the icy chill of Ariel and resulted in him nearly bolting out of the room and slamming the door shut. Huffing softly in annoyance at the interruption before locking the door, Xoknath turned to face Ariel and nodded slowly in a signal of his obedience when it came to manning the door as she had asked him to. .

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Xoknath allowed his eyes to drift to the wicker basket and he could not stop the slight smile that graced his lips at the thought of what was inside of them. The blankets and pillow could serve as a very nice sleeping pad for him, especially if he layered the blankets with his gambeson and laid on all but one flap of them. It was common practice to sleep wherever you could when on a raiding party, and while he was in much less savage company, Xoknath was already seeing the possibilities of the sleeping arrangements he could make here. The bed was clearly for Ariel, as she was the mistress here, so he would need to make a sleeping area for himself. He knew better, however, than to simply walk over and start pulling items out of the basket. He had not been given any direction and he did not want to overstep any bounds by making a false assumption of what was expected of him. Placing his hands behind his back and gripping his left wrist in his right hand, Xoknath stood with his feet shoulder-width apart and simply waited for his next direction. He hated looking so malleable and dependent on her instructions, but this was the first time he had truly been in a private setting with Ariel, and he was not certain what was expected of him. The words that came from Ariel’s lips fell on Xoknath’s ears like dewdrops on a cool spring morning, and just the ability to understand them alone pulled a smile onto the Orc’s lips. There was something odd about this state of glee that he found himself in, truly happy and nearly aroused by the fact that he could understand every word that left his mistress’s lips. The sly smile on her mouth, however, gave him a moment of pause as he was curious what game she might be playing at. Smirking and narrowing his eyes for just a moment, Xoknath nodded as he walked over to the tub and spoke in a gentle tone, “As you command, Mistress. I wish only to honor and reflect the majesty of your name and station, so I welcome your preferred scent happily

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Walking over to the tub and kneeling down, Xoknath fiddled with the knobs on the brass pipes as he tried to figure out how they turned and what they meant. “Cold and Hot,” he whispered softly to himself as he used his knew knowledge of the Common tongue to understand what the knobs and their corresponding H and C labels stood for. Nodding slowly as he turned the knobs and let his hand feel the water under the faucet, Xoknath smirked before finding a temperature that was warm enough to be sanitary and fit for cleaning, while cool enough to be relaxing and not scorching his flesh under the stream. Such a device, hot water on command, was a marvel to the Orc warrior and he looked from the steam to the faucet with a small grin on his mouth. It was quite apparent to any onlooker that he had never worked such knobs before and that this was a luxury he had never had access to before. Chuckling softly, Xoknath looked up to Ariel with the grin on his lips and shook his head in amazement before looking back down at the tub. He had heard of running water in cities, but he had never been fortunate enough to try it out. Glancing up when he noticed Ariel striding towards him, Xoknath found his eyes looking over her body slowly, taking in her curves that he had found himself drooling over before. Tearing his eyes away from the swell of her hips and breasts was difficult, but he was awarded by the sight of Ariel’s smile spread over her lips. Grinning as he watched her test the water’s temperature and adjust it, Xoknath waited until she ceased to adjust the knobs before reaching down and plugging the drain with the attached cork on a length of chain. He had never used a bathtub like this, but he had drunk from enough liquor bottles and canteens to know how a cork was used to stop the flow of liquids. He could only assume that Ariel would want the water in the tub to stay in the basin once she was satisfied with the temperature. .

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The order to strip down caught Xoknath by surprise, and he found his cheeks immediately burning in surprise and a surge of arousal. The last time he had been nude in front of Ariel, they had engaged in the kind of fun that ended in a table broken and their fluids mixing within what he could only hope was her womb. His realization that this hope was true brought another surge of blood to his cheeks and his abdomen as he had not yet admitted to himself that he hoped they had come to a union inside of her. He had known his seed was within her and that the mixture was likely, but to admit it was another thing entirely. Whether this would bring another life or not was not the most important part of this realization; the importance came from the fact that if they had mixed, he would be responsible to make sure no other male spilled their seed within Ariel. Xoknath was happy to keep to this requirement that his gods placed on him, but he was not sure he was in any position to force Ariel to obey his gods’ wishes. Ignoring the conundrum of faith for a moment, Xoknath nodded and swallowed thickly before standing up from his kneeling position. His voice came in a gentle rumble as his hands moved to pull his tunic over his head, “As you wish, Mistress. I must apologize for the...reaction you will see.” Xoknath drew the tunic off of his torso and laid it over the privacy screen. He was aware of the way the muscles of his torso seemed to jump and expand with every movement, as if trying to flex and draw the attention of the beautiful Elf in front of him. The biggest movement for attention, however, came from the pronounced bulging tent that had formed in his trousers and only grew more intense since he had knelt to prepare the bath. Kicking his boots off and setting them beside the screen, Xoknath undressed quickly and kept his eyes off of Ariel as best as he could. .

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Once undressed, Xoknath stood before the tub and Ariel with his eyes leveled above her head. He did not want to excite himself further by looking at her, but it seemed there was no point in trying. Exposed to the soothing steam of the bath and with Ariel’s faint scent pervading his senses, Xoknath’s body rejected his attempt at self-control and stood proudly for her to see. Thick and erect, with the veins filled with rushing blood, his manhood throbbed and bobbed gently with its weight as a thick bead of precum collected at the tip before dripping down away from the head. Bringing his right hand down to catch the drip and slide it over the top of his sensitive head, Xoknath cleared his throat softly before stepping forward and into the bath. He had heard it twice now from Ariel’s lips that the bath was for him, so there seemed to be no point in waiting outside of it and exposing his mistress to any further possibly unwanted sight of his proud erection. Moaning softly as he settled down into the water and leaned back against the wall of the basin, Xoknath felt his eyes close for a moment before he looked over at Ariel. Lifting his arms out of the water and holding them on the edges of the basin, he was aware of the way his member pushed up out of the water like a periscope. Xoknath kept his attention away from it in hopes of it going down, but the way his gaze trailed slowly over Ariel’s jawline did nothing to stop the gentle throbbing of his member. Shaking his head with a sheepish smile, he opted to speak in hopes of keeping the attention away from his predicament, “I’ve never been in a...bath, as you say. This is very strange, yet relaxing. I can feel the warmth in my muscles.” @Fiory

The small exchange that was made with the tavern worker and herself was quick and to the point. Thankfully so. Though the reaction it had on her bodyguard did make Ariel smile a little. He seemed to take his position quite seriously, never taking his gaze off of the intruding man or the basket that he brought. Watching him scamper away even made the Elven woman giggle quietly under her breath at just how protective he was. His voice was deep but clear when he acknowledged what she wanted him to do, and Ariel merely nodded her approval at the way he spoke. Simply marvelous. Thankful that the spell had been completed and there were no residual side effects that she needed to correct. He had done well, and Ariel was quite proud of him for it. Not everyone can sit as still as he did with that kind of pain; even Ariel had had trouble being quiet during the ordeal, repeatedly apologizing to the Orc in Elvish as she hated inflicting pain to those who did not deserve it. Her hands examined the contents of the basket carefully while Xoknath ran the bath, her ears picking up on the slight murmurings that he made as he figured out how to work the knobs and get it going. I wonder if he’s ever seen a bath like that before… I guess I should have asked. She thought, removing the extra blankets and pillow and laying them neatly in a pile on the end of the bed. That would be a trouble to get over, the idea of where Xoknath would sleep. Ariel looked around the room and grimaced a little. If there was a lounge chair perhaps or a couch of some kind that would suffice but there really was nothing like that in this room. Certainly back at her estate she had plenty of extra furniture but she also had an extra room or two that would work as well. Among the blankets and pillow, there were a few extra towels and some toiletry items as well. A bottle of lavender colored liquid as well as a bar of pine smelling soap and a few wash cloths to use to give it a good lather.

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Nodding, Ariel took the basket with the bath supplies only remaining inside it and brought it around the screen. Her eyes glanced down at the Orc knelt by the bath seemingly amazed at the magical hot running water that flowed from the pipes. It sent a light chuckle through her. This imposing figure, strong and well built, looking on in almost childlike wonder at the invention of indoor plumbing was in one word; adorable. She found her charge in his sweet innocence cute in a way, and she couldn’t help the small smile that pulled at her lips at him. With her back to him while she pulled the bottle and soap out of the basket, giving him the order to strip down after checking the water temperature that it was satisfactory enough, her head tilted a little at the statement he made. ”As you wish, Mistress. I must apologize for the…reaction you will see.” “On the contrary.” She said softly, turning to watch him step in and get himself good and settled. “I expected such a reaction, and do not take offense to it.” Her eyes lingered over his form, watching as he settled into the warmth of the water and even flushing a little at the excitement he showed below the waist. So much so that it seemed ready and eager to greet her outside the tub’s gentle waters. Taking a cloth in one hand, and the bar of soap in the other, she took the two or so steps closer to the basin, dipping them both into the water and wrapping the cloth around the soap in order to begin a lather of it. ”I’ve never been in a…bath, as you say. This is very strange, yet relaxing. I can feel the warmth in my muscles.”

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“I’m glad that you approve of it Xoknath.” Her words were soft to him, her eyes half lidded as she worked, before she took the bar and set it down on the table again. With the sudded up cloth in her hand, she made sure it gave a good solid lather, her steps moving her to the back of Xoknath in the tub so she could stand behind him. Her arms were quiet, placing the cloth against his shoulders and the back of his neck for a moment and across the back of his shoulders on either side where she could reach and what wasn’t against the edge of the basin. “Now, since it is much easier for you to understand me, I’ll go over what exactly I expect from you, so that we are crystal clear.” Ariel began, continuing to use that cloth to wash and massage at him. “Firstly, I am very impressed with you Xoknath at how protective you are and are willing to be in such a short amount of time with me. I cannot and will not abide by complacency, so to see you showing such dedication is very encouraging, and I thank you for that.” Ariel paused for a moment, so she could pass the cloth over his collarbone in front of him to her other hand, taking it gently and gliding it over his skin in kind as she made to continue on the other side of him. “That said, while we are in private like this, I would like you to speak freely with me.” This was an odd request, so she would elaborate. “I am not like those other slavers out there who beat and belittle their charges just for the entertainment value it holds. I certainly Can if you would prefer, though it is not in my nature to do so unless it is warranted. Therefore, while in private like this, you do not need to call me ‘Mistress’ if it does not please you. ‘Ariel’ will do just fine…Also, in private when it is just the two of us, if you have concerns I expect you to voice them. In public, as we were today, it was perfect. Do not speak unless prompted, you can use the honorific if you’d like and see fit to, and defer to my orders when given o

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f course…just in private, consider yourself more an employee than a slave as I would prefer our conversations to not be one-sided.” Her hands continued to work and massage at the thick layer of muscles on his shoulders and chest, using the cloth as a way to scrub gently at any grime that might be there.

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“I expect great things of you; you impressed me at the auction house with your stature and continue to do so throughout the day today. I have no doubt that you will do your job as my bodyguard to the best of your ability or die trying.” Ariel continued, her fingers working in some of the lather at the back of his neck. They quietly moved his hair out of the way, twisting it gently so it remained in a thick bundle and was easier to manipulate. “But in order to do your job properly, you may have to disobey an order from me. I am telling you now, that I trust any such disobedience is allowed only if it is taking my safety into consideration. You are not brainless nor do you lack intelligence, so I trust that you know what you’re talking about when it comes to fighting and defending. I will defer to your expertise on the matter, and will only overrule it if I feel it is necessary to do so.” Her hands folded the cloth up and lay it over his shoulder a moment, inviting him to continue on his own as she certainly did not have to bathe him herself. He could certainly do it and she trusted that now given at least an example of how it felt he’d know what to do with the rest of himself. “All that said, you still belong to me, and therefore are subject to both reward… and punishment as necessary.” Her hands gently slid down her own frame behind him, the sound of her clothing shifting and removing being a teasing delight to his ears. It wouldn’t take her long to slip her skirt and her corset top off, folding them neatly on the table with the extra towels. Her skin in the soft firelight had a gentle milky glow to it, the gentle orange and yellows dancing over her curves as she kept her back to him for the briefest of moments. Without another word, her hands lifted to pull her long silvery white hair back into a messy bun. A few curls danced around her face and out of the back of it, but for the most part she had it held up in order to keep it from getting too wet. From there,

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she reached in to grab a second washcloth and once in her fingertips, she turned towards the basin. Elegantly, she lifted one leg and then the other over the side around where his hip lay comfortably.

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“Since we’re on that particular subject… You should know that I do intend to reward you Xoknath, for your excellent care of me today…” She began slowly, letting her body sink into the basin a bit so the water came up to just under her breasts. Her hands snaked their way in the water to his chest and abdomen, bringing her closer so she could use his body as something to lean against that was far warmer and more comfortable than the side of the basin. The stark contrast in their skin was clear as she leaned against the side of him, her fingers passing back and forth over the muscles of his abdomen playfully. Ariel left what the reward would be up to his imagination, though it was very clear as the tips of her fingers traveled further south and soon touched at the base of his erection that he’d get a good idea of what she had in mind. Gently under the water, once her fingertips had found the length they had been playfully gliding towards, her hand slowly massaged at the base of him, wrapping around his girth and squeezing in a rolling motion to begin to massage at him. As she said before, the reaction he had was expected and she was not offended by it. Ariel intended to utilize it as part of his reward and his punishment.

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“However…” Her words were gentle, if not giving cause for pause while she began stroking at him in turn. “You did give me quite a fright in the blacksmith’s shop today…” Her hand glided up and down slowly, pressing at the thick vein on the underside of him to continue to tease and play. “And I was certainly embarrassed by it. So.. as punishment for that… You are not permitted to move.” Her eyes moved from the work she did to instead look up at the orc she leaned against in the bath. Her body shifted so she could face him and stroke him at the same time, lifting one of his legs up so she could prop herself up against his thigh comfortably. “You may moan, and gasp, and say what you will… but you are not, under any circumstances, allowed to touch Me unless I authorize it... am I understood Xoknath?” her words were a bit of a purr, a wicked grin on her face knowing this could be quite the torture for the Orc. It hadn’t been lost on her how much he enjoyed the taste of her flesh, or how excited he became when he slid his fingers in and out of her. When he touched her or kissed her or even bit at her skin. So in her head, this was a torture, the kind that was sensual and enjoyable but one that would drive the Orc mad at not being able to reciprocate. So, Ariel got herself comfortable, gently stroking up and down his length while her thumb pressed against the underside of him firmly. The water in the bath rippled with her motions, not that she cared really. It made gentle splashing sounds against her wrist, and with how slick her palm was with her lathering of him earlier, and with the assist of the warm water, her hand glided easily up and down him with little to no resistance. Every so often she would twist her hand a little to provide a slightly different sensation, a little more pressure as she went about teasing and jerking him off.

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While one hand worked at his shaft, the other took her own washcloth and dunked it into the water. Dripping and lapping sounds were made as it was brought up against her exposed breasts, the water running from the cloth’s fibers over her skin in little rivers back to the bath basin. Dutifully, she wiped at herself, over her shoulders, down her arm that held him tightly and around the gentle curve of her neck. Her bottom lip was gently pulled between her teeth a moment, just to give him a teasing delighted face at the warmth and comfort that the bath gave to her. All the while she kept a gentle rhythm to him. Up and down, twist up and twist down, pressing here and releasing there. Her fingertips would tickle at his head while his thumb would rub at the sensitive underside of it easily. As if this wasn’t enough, as if this was not torturous enough for the Orc, Ariel decided that Xoknath could use it with a little more stimulation than just her hand playing at his delighted member. Slowly her opposite hand fell down her front, dragging that washcloth down with her under the water in the bath. While her legs up until this point had been folded neatly underneath her, now she shifted her hips so she could sit properly to face him. Her knees turned and bent up, so her toes were pointed towards Xoknath’s view. It would be distorted with the waves for a moment, but the intention was as clear as the rays of sunshine earlier in the day. Painfully slow, Ariel parted her knees so one leg lay resting against the side of the basin, while the other nestled against him tenderly. The cloth that traveled south between her breasts and over her abdomen quietly found her sensitive treasure between her legs, and used as a guise, Ariel let a finger caress against her own slit for him to watch. The water was clear enough to see the long thin digit slide up and down her lower lips, the cloth remaining against her abdomen, abandoned to give him a bit of a show in the bathtub. Ariel let h

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er back arch a little at her own touch, pressing her shoulders against his thigh that she used as a back brace and rolling her pelvis a bit at the sensation of it. She surely would have preferred he take her again, for him to use his fingers and invade her privacy like he had before, but this was supposed to be a punishment for him. Something that would be painful perhaps. Even if it was beginning to feel like a punishment for herself.

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A quiet moan hummed on her lips, smiling up at him with an eyebrow quirked to gauge how he would fare with this level of ‘torture’ that she was subjecting him to. How long could he last, and be obedient to her wishes before enough was enough. The elven woman was a kind and compassionate soul, but she did have her ways of being unorthodox in her punishments. While beating or torturing physically was something that was never off the table for her, Ariel much preferred a more indirect method. This was more fun for her. It was more enjoyable for her. And she got a little satisfaction out of having her charge enjoy himself while also being forced to hold back too. "I do hope, you are enjoying your bath... Xoknath..." @Himbo Tie

“On the contrary. I expected such a reaction and did not take offense to it.” Hearing the words from his mistress’s lips as her eyes lingered over his form brought a fierce blush over Xoknath’s cheeks that crept up his neck as well. He was not used to blushing like a youth, but the longer he spent around Ariel, the more he felt himself losing his fights with the hormones that reacted to such statements and looks. The warm water worked to steal his breath with a satisfied moan, but that was not to say that Ariel’s presence and words didn’t help draw the sound out, either. The warmth spreading over his torso and along the length of his cock reminded him of the touching pleasures that they had shared in the tavern, and while Xoknath wanted nothing more than to pull her into the bath and continue their fun, he knew better than to act out in such a way. He would not forget his station or the expectations and limitations attached. Xoknath was keenly aware of the way Ariel’s gaze lingered over him even after he had settled back into the basin, and he could not help the slight grin that played at his lips. Flexing his abs to see how much she would notice, he felt the blood rush into his already excited member to cause the dark head to swell and grow an even darker shade of olive green. He wanted to feel her touch his member, but he also wanted to see her struggle with her desire to touch him. There were expectations placed on her as well, and he knew that it would likely be seen as strange to have a cock-addicted mistress becoming insistent with touching her slave’s cock at every presented opportunity. Leaning his head back and closing his eyes, he enjoyed the warmth of the bath on his back and shoulders and allowed the visuals of Ariel in different states of undress to play before his mind’s eye. This did nothing to calm his member, and as he felt a bead of precum drip from his tip, he felt his lip rise in a small smile. -

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His curiosity, however, took charge and caused him to leave the imagined paradise. Opening his eyes and watching Ariel prepare the washcloth, Xoknath furrowed his brows in slight confusion before he recognized what she was doing. He had washed with rags and soaps before, but the largest confusion came from his mistress involving herself so directly in his hygiene. Moaning softly as a surprised sound left his throat, Xoknath sat forward slightly to give Ariel’s hand a larger area to work over his back and shoulders. Of course, he approved of the bath and the warm water, but he could not describe his gratification towards the Elven mage as her hands moved to clean him. The Orc turned his head slowly to track her movements behind him, and his mouth opened as if he wanted to say something. His words would never come, though, as his tongue dipped out to lightly lick his lower lip before slipping back into his mouth. His golden eyes bathed her in an appreciative embrace as he resigned to letting her show this care. Moaning softly and smiling as he felt her hands massaging the cloth over his shoulders and onto his chest, Xoknath kept his eyes following Ariel’s face with every move she made. There would be no doubt where his attention and admiration were centered, and as she moved, his member continued to react. No longer did it throb idly as it enjoyed the exposure and warmth. It stood with purpose, throbbing and needy as his mind took in the majesty of the woman above him. She didn’t have to clean him or take care of him as she was, yet she had taken it upon herself to make sure that her charge was cared for. -

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Xoknath nodded slowly as she spoke, though his lips would move to form words slowly as she remarked on his protective nature in such a short amount of time, “My Mistress, it is quite simple. You bare my seed within you, and as such, I will not let anything happen to you. Whether I was your bodyguard or not, your protection is paramount in my list of concerns.” Pausing to wet his lips with his tongue, Xoknath glanced down at Ariel’s hand with the washcloth before continuing, “Some of my people take as many mates as they can to spread their lineage, but I am not one of them. As long as my seed is within you, you will suffer no harm.” Biting his lower lip as his gaze drifted up to meet Ariel’s, Xoknath immediately regretted how free he had been with his words. She was a world-renowned Elven mage; she could likely have the seed of any highborn man within her if she so wished it. Why would she want to be reminded that her slave had emptied his passions within her? He was proud of his heritage, but he knew of the prejudice against his kind. Xoknath listened as Ariel continued to outline her expectations, his head nodding slowly as he absorbed the information. He realized he could have possibly spoken out of turn just moments prior, but he hoped that she would continue to show her leniency. He had not spoken to interrupt her; he was only hoping to keep her informed on the intricacies of his customs. The permission to use her name caused his eyebrows to raise slightly, and as he glanced down at her hand with the cloth in it, he could not ignore the throb and bounce that his member gave to the news. Her name was especially beautiful, and while he respected the title of mistress, it held no sexual desire for him. Her name, however, carried with it an intimacy and neediness that he wanted to experience once again. His lips moved as if to acquaint himself with it, and his voice came in a low roll as he repeated her name softly, “Ariel, Ariel, Ariel.” -

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The practice was not wholly innocent. With every repetition of her name, Xoknath’s abdomen flexed as if under its own volition, and his manhood throbbed and bobbed within the water. Glancing down at the ripples that flowed from his proud member, Xoknath narrowed his eyes in slight annoyance before returning his gaze to Ariel’s features. He wanted to watch her mouth move as every word she uttered was formed. There was a delicacy and attractiveness to her lips that he could not get enough of, so he took the opportunity to seem like he was just intently listening to her. Every word she spoke was absorbed, but he would not waste an opportunity to study her features at such a close distance. The proud angles of her eyebrows and nose. The gentle point of her ears which stuck out just barely from her silvery hair. Everything about her was noteworthy, and Xoknath counted his lucky stars to be able to view them. Hearing the allowance to disobey her direct orders was surprising to the Orc, and he could not help it as his eyes opened wider at hearing it out loud. He was not expecting such a level of trust or respect from the Elf beside him, but he could not deny the warmth that spread through his chest at the confession. Not many slavers or slave owners would admit to acknowledging the expertise of their property unless they were a craftsman that they had bought for the purpose of making products. Glancing down at the cloth that was laid on his shoulder, Xoknath smiled and reached up to take hold of it. He wasted no time in moving the cloth over himself to work a solid lather over his arms and onto his legs. There was a speed that he used that showed that he was not accustomed to taking his time and enjoying the luxuries of a bath. -

03:17

As he leaned forward to lather his legs and ignored the disappointed bob of his manhood, Xoknath glanced toward Ariel and spoke in a low tone, “I have no interest in misleading you or trying to get you hurt. Your orders are mine to follow, Ariel. I do, however, appreciate your trust in my abilities and experience in such affairs. I will not let anything happen to you, I swear.” Hearing promise of a reward and punishment, Xoknath nodded slowly, expecting to hear the different expectations that his mistress had for him. However, when his ears were greeted only by the soft rustling sounds of her clothes being removed, he could not help but swallow thickly in anticipation. He stole a glance toward her and was immediately rewarded with seeing Ariel’s bare form before him. The flickering light from the fireplace accentuated her beautiful curves perfectly, drawing Xoknath’s eyes so that he could appreciate every inch of her that he could see. He was thankful for the move to lift her hair into a bun and expose her neck and collarbones to him, though he had to admit that he would miss the opportunity to run his fingers through her locks as they draped over her. The messy bun was exciting in its own way, and Xoknath enjoyed the image of causing more of her hair to fall loose from the bondage as he fucked her relentlessly. However, such thoughts and focus on her hair were pulled away forcefully when he watched Ariel turn to face him. His eyes immediately lowered from her hair to linger over the swells of her breasts. His tongue dipped out to lick his lips as his eyes trailed over the peaks to her nipples, wanting nothing more than to run his tongue instead over the pert jewels. His desires expanded, however, as his eyes trialed further down her abdomen and stomach to rest over the cherished prize between her thighs. -

03:17

Xoknath’s lips spread first into a smile before opening slowly to release a low moan as she lowered herself into the water. Nodding and glancing down to watch the waterline slowly creep up her torso, he grew jealous of the water and its slow ascent before his eyes moved back to hers. A promise of a reward brought his manhood to the peak of excitement, his head clearing the water as if it had peeked up to try and be noticed. He leaned back slowly, letting the lathered cloth rest on his left knee out of the water as his arms spread to rest on the edge of the basin again. In this moment, it would be easy for an onlooker to mistake their roles, but Xoknath’s eyes carried nothing but the truest obedience. He craved this reward that was being offered to him, and as he watched and felt Ariel’s hands trailing over his chest and abdomen, he held his breath to try and keep from disrupting its delivery. The difference in their skin tones drew an excited gasp from the Orc as her Elven fingers continued to play over the muscles of his abdomen. They flexed reflexively under her touch, and Xoknath let his eyes wander slowly downwards to see the difference for himself. His rich olive flesh was considerably darker than her creamy, alabaster skin, and he wanted nothing more than to see all of the different ways and places that the contrast could be exhibited. As if she was thinking similarly, Xoknath let his head fall back with a low rolling moan when he felt Ariel’s fingertips playing at the base of his erection. His moans continued to fill the room as her fingers wrapped around his member, squeezing in playful rolling motions that caused his blood to rush and swell his member further. He knew Ariel would be able to feel the difference as his girth adjusted to fill her hand more, and he let his eyes slowly trail up her arm to appreciate the gentle movements of her breasts. -

03:17

Every move of her arm caused her breasts to squeeze against each other and enticed him to lean forward and take her mounds into his mouth again. However, as he started to push forward off the basin, Xoknath paused when he heard Ariel beginning to speak. His moans continued as her hand started to stroke at his member, but he could not stop his eyes from narrowing skeptically as she started to detail his punishment. At the command to not move, his moan adjusted into a playful yet annoyed growl. However, the growl broke into a moan yet again when her hand stroked up towards his tip again. Xoknath leaned back against the basin again, his hands rolling over so that his fingers could clasp the rim of the basin and hold there. He wanted to lean forward and ignore these new rules, but he knew that he needed to heed Ariel’s instructions. Whether she held a wand to his throat or his throbbing cock in her hands, she was the one in charge and he respected that. Lifting his leg at her insistence to give her more room and easy access, Xoknath let his eyes drift from her lips to her breasts in a clear display of his desire. Nodding slowly as she spoke, he licked his lips and opened his mouth to speak, but nothing but a low moan escaped as her thumb pressed against the thick vein along the underside of his member. Letting his head fall back as his hips started to roll upwards, Xoknath froze mid-movement to force his hips to stay still. He was not permitted to move or touch her, and he was not going to fail this test of will because he wanted to fill her hand with his girth. -

03:18

Xoknath lifted his head slowly, his gaze traveling up to meet Ariel’s. His golden eyes glowed with a need to push her back and have his way with her, but his words came in a low groan, “I don’t know how long I will last like this, but I will try Ariel. Just know, when I have had enough of your teasing, I’m going to break you.” His words finished in a challenging grin before his head fell to the side, his eyeliddings closing slowly as his focus dropped to the way her hand stroked along his member. This all felt wrong, his manhood being tended to so perfectly while he lounged back and did nothing to reciprocate. Ariel was just out of reach, her perfect breasts and curves clearly there for the taking, but he tried to obey the rules of this punishment. He would prove to his Elven vixen that he was capable of enduring her alluring nature. Even if just barely. There were some movements that Xoknath could not control, and as Ariel turned her hand to tease his sensitive tip, his member swelled under the pleasure and deposited additional beads of precum onto her palm. Xoknath’s attention drifted up from the stroking motions when he heard the dripping sounds of the washcloth in Ariel’s hand. Licking his lip and whimpering softly as his eyes tracked its movements over her breasts, arm, and collarbone, Xoknath muttered with a playful grin, “Everywhere I wish to taste you, that wretched cloth takes my place. Tell me Ariel: who are you really punishing here? Do you not want my lips and tongue along the sensitive areas of your perfect form?” -

03:18

Hoping that such words would excite her and bring this punishment to an end, Xoknath gasped when it seemed they backfired and her thumb paid special attention to the sensitive underside of his tip. Letting his head fall back with a deep moan flowing through his throat, he squeezed his eyes shut as his member pulsed in Ariel’s hand. The rubbing at his frenulum threatened to ruin his control over his release, but thankfully Ariel relented and allowed her hand to continue stroking down his shaft. The sound of the water moving with Ariel brought his attention forward again, and Xoknath immediately regretted letting his eyes move their focus. His mouth fell open slowly, any attempt to save face forgotten as her thighs spread slowly and her hand trailed down her abdomen. His eyes followed the trail with burning intent and desire, and his tongue slowly traced his upper lip as he remembered the taste of the prize that she was toying at slowly. He had enjoyed the slow show of her hand and the towel trailing over her breasts, but now that her thighs had revealed her flower to him, Xoknath could not bring his eyes away from it. Watching her finger slide easily over her slit and moaning softly with a soft whine at the end, Xoknath lifted his gaze when he felt Ariel leaning back against his thigh. His brows furrowed and his hands clenched the sides of the basin, his resolve clearly being tested as the beautiful Elf before him toyed with herself. Deep moans continued from his throat as he started to lean forward, his shoulders betraying his intent to stay back and follow the instructions of the punishment. -

03:19

However, as he came forward, he was mindful to keep his abdomen flexed and tucked tight so that he did not brush against the back of her hand. He watched her hand work over herself and stopped his advance when he felt he might threaten to touch her. Having closed the distance so that his face loomed only mere breaths away from Ariel’s, he released a playful growl when she quirked an eyebrow at him and challenged him with her words. Looking down over her torso to where her hand worked his shaft while the other rubbed at herself, Xoknath leaned his head to the side so that he could whisper with his breath flowing over her ear softly, “The bath is perfect, Ariel, but I can’t help but wonder how long you can hold out. Tell me, is your finger truly enough, my Mistress? Do you truly prefer touching yourself, or do you want to be taken and worshipped like the goddess that you are?” Grinning as he leaned back slowly, Xoknath allowed his eyes to lock with hers and hold her gaze for a moment before the pleasure along his shaft broke his concentration. Moaning deeply and letting his eyes trail down her torso to her hand between her legs again, he bit his lower lip before letting his eyes flick up to Ariel’s. His right hand lifted from the side of the basin and slowly lowered into the water. It made to reach for her core, but he stopped mere inches away and rested his hand against his abs. The move was purposeful though, for he knew that Ariel would follow it to make sure he was not breaking the parameters of the punishment. That would let her see his hand so dangerously close to her flower, primed and ready to deliver her pleasure again if only she would permit him to. @Fiory

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