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Name: Tyrion Aldamiel

Age: 80 (around 20 by elves)

 


Thud. As his body fell onto the ground again, Tyrion couldn't hide his pain. A quiet hiss parted his chapped lips, everything in his body aching. His head fell back with a silent scream of pain as his mechanic hand was torn off his wrist. He still couldn't get used to the way he was treated, but no one broke him either. He still had some will to fight in him.

 

He was naked, as always, barely any muscle left on him. He was supposed to be the most luxurious one here, but thanks to an accident, he lost his hand and became defected. Now people hesitated to as much as rent him... Which was both good and bad for him. Sure, he didn't get abused as much by the people who still dared to buy him, but he didn't get his share of food and clothes, either. He both dreaded and looked forward to someone buying him again.

 

He laid on the concrete floor, panting, shivering as his dark eyes stared up at the ceiling. There was supposed to be someone coming today to take him... The elf had no idea who that person is, but he hoped his life there wouldn't be that horrible.

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Name: Ellier Tiru

Age:???

Species: Water fairy

 

 

The room seemed dirty. When he walked in Ellier could tell that it had been hastily made to look decent, but it wasn't anything fancy. A soft sigh escaped from his lips as he looked around. There was a chair in one corner, but it looked filthy so he stood instead.

 

Finally someone came in and led him to the room where the elf was held. This room seemed even more dark and dirty, but Ellier had expected that. His white boots clicked daintily as he walked towards the man. The seller had told him that it was a 'damaged' item. But Ellier knew that it was easy to fix up those sorts of pets.

 

The tip of his boot bumped into the broken hand. "I was told he would have a working prosthetic... I expect a discount for that" He glanced over his shoulder at the sellers. "If you give me 10% off I'll take him, and you won't have to worry about taking him back" A smirk stretched his lips. "I never sell my pets when I'm done with them"

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Tyrion had long given up on intimidating the people who came to buy him, instead focusing on this one's appearance. The fact alone that his skin was blue was weird. The elf watched blankly as the mechanic hand was kicked, almost feeling the kick himself. With his hands tied behind his back, his ankles chained together and bindings all over his body, he couldn't do much either way.

 

"It's a deal." One of the men smirked, just glad to have the elf off their hands. "We could throw the hand in, it's fairly easy to make." He added, extending his hand to take the money. Tyrion let out a quiet groan as he was pulled up by two more men, showing his full height - he was tall, even for an elf, standing at nearly 6'1. He stared at his new "master", his tongue darting out momentarily to wet his lips. Many before tried to break him, some got close but none actually managed. He wasn't stupid enough to encourage this one to try, though.

 

"Be warned, though, he can be a bit feisty sometimes. And he does need food to survive, although less than a human... We think." The man trailed off, furrowing his eyebrows. Tyrion needed just as much food as a human, hell, he needed more than one with his body. They just tortured him here, it was no wonder he had this many scars - yet it was a true wonder how he wasn't sick yet.

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"Sure, I'll take it with me" Ellier shrugged, his gaze staying on the elf's face. He was about as tall as one might expect a fairy to be, barely 5'4. He wore a fluffy white fur coat and pale skinny jeans, which only added to the illusion that he was adorable and weak.

 

"Take him out to my car would you?" He turned away and put the cash in the seller's hand. After a moment of thought he crouched down and picked up the hand. "I'll show you where it is"

 

Ellier shoved the hand in his pocket and walked out of the room. It wasn't like he couldn't carry the elf himself, he just didn't feel like putting the energy in right now. He knew that if his pet had any sense he would try to escape from Ellier. The fairy was completely aware of how weak he came off, and it was fun to play around with the pet's expectations.

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Tyrion had no way of escaping anything - if he had the smallest hint of how to get out of the restraints, he would've done it years ago. His hair fell in front of his face as he was forcefully dragged after the fairy. The elf inspected the other, feeling distrust whenever his gaze fell upon the blue-skinned male. He didn't seem to be dangerous, but there was something about him that screamed danger.

 

The elf was shoved into the backseat of the car, barely managing to keep his balance as he looked around. His lips stayed shut while he gazed at his new master. He had no idea what to expect here, honestly. His hopes of being set free were shattered months, if not years ago, so now he just tried to keep himself as... Well, himself. His bare skin felt too sensitive against the leather of the car, yet he felt no shame nor need to cover himself up.

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Ellier got in the driver's seat and pulled his coat off to reveal a light tank top. He threw the fluffy coat into the passenger's seat and glanced back at the elf. "Name?"

 

Without waiting for a response the fairy started up the car and began to drive. He flipped his music on low, which was a cheery electronic song. It was interesting to get to know new pets and figure out how to enjoy them best. He never went out of his way to break the pets, but that always seemed to happen.

 

Ellier's house was a mansion in the middle of town. As he drove it was clear that other people could see into the backseat and some were staring at the naked elf.

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"Tyrion." The elf answered in a deep, clear voice. If he got a chance to speak more, most of the time he managed to put the ones he talked to in a light trance, which was why most preferred to keep him gagged. It wasn't like having someone in a trance helped him escape. He ignored the glances he got, already used to being stared at - with clothes or not.

 

The redhead was still trying to figure out the fairy's intentions. There was no way he was bought to be saved, although he'd heard of such events. He was too defected to be used as a decoration, unless it was in a horror house of some sort. What he was used most for was sex, obviously. He could be on the either end, it didn't really matter to him. Frankly, he could endure any kind of shame, any kind of pain. Usually, if he acted too obediently, people got bored of him and used him less frequently... That was his main goal with each new master.

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"Tyrion... That's a nice name" Ellier hummed softly and pulled into the driveway of his mansion. "Alright, here we are." He opened the garage with his clicker and parked inside. He pulled his coat on and hopped out of the car. Ellier opened the door and stepped back. "Come on out, I have a room prepared for you"

 

The fairy had put together an expensive looking bedroom for his pet. Most masters wouldn't spend so much on the creatures they bought, but Ellier hated to spend time in filth.

 

He didn't actually have many plans for the elf. What he usually did was use his pets for inspiration. Ellier had made his money through his art, and sometimes the creatures he bought served as muses. Hopefully Tyrion would be useful, otherwise he might end up drown in a pool.

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Tyrion didn't bother replying to the comment about his name. He didn't intend to try and win the fairy's liking or anything like that, he certainly wasn't about to drop on his knees and worship him. The elf looked up as the door were opened for him. He got out slowly, seeing as it was a bit hard to move properly with everything bound in his body. The redhead looked down at his master, blinking a bit lazily as he waited to be led to his bedroom.

 

He had to be honest - he didn't expect such luxury. He expected a cell, maybe a simple bedroom with an old bed if he was lucky, but this... It both made him feel happy and increased his worry and distrust. The elf glanced at Ellier, his muscles tensing slightly. He had a bad feeling about this whole situation, a really bad feeling. "If I may... What do you plan on doing with me?" Tyrion asked quietly, his voice smooth, almost like a bell. He didn't even have to try to sound like this; and ones who actually had the pleasure of hearing him moan usually wanted to hear it over and over again until it drove them crazy.

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"I thought it would be obvious, I want you for sex" Ellier lightly rested his hand on the man's chest. "You look like a good fuck" He pulled his hand away and examined the skin. "But before that you need a bath..."

 

The fairy began removing Tyrion's bindings. "Don't try to escape, I'll be able to catch you if you do" He warned. It was true, Ellier was good at catching people that tried to run away from him. "If you're a good boy I'll give you rewards, so I'm much better than other masters~"

 

He had noticed how pretty the elf's voice was, it seemed like the kind of thing that could drive a human crazy. Ellier silently hoped that he would be immune to it. As a fairy he was immune to many things that humans were hurt by, but not everything...

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Tyrion couldn't believe his own eyes. This one was crazy... He took in a slow breath as his bindings were removed one by one. He'd forgotten how good it felt to actually be able to use his body. The elf stretched his body out, thinking whether it was worth risking to try escape. Maybe... Just maybe, this wouldn't be so bad. His joints cracked as he moved his limbs, slowly rolling his head as well.

 

He raised his right arm, motioning at the stump. "Will I get my hand back?" He asked, missing the feeling of being able to at least partially move it. The elf raised his head slightly, blinking lazily. He had yet to meet anyone who was immune to his vocal powers, especially when he was free like this. He was one of the elves who's main powers rested in his voice. Sure, he was capable of performing basic spells, but none were as powerful as he'd like them to be.

 

"What's your name?" Tyrion asked, standing calmly in front of the fairy, displaying no signs of fear. Surely there was still distrust, but he didn't show it. How could he?

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"My name? Why would I tell you that?" Ellier blinked up at the elf. "I'm your master, so you'll call me that" He smiled and gestured for Tyrion to follow. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up.

 

He walked towards the bathroom that was connected to the bedroom. He was prepared for Tyrion to attack him at any moment. A small cluster of water droplets gathered around the fairy's fingers, ready to form into some kind of defense. Otherwise he looked and felt completely relaxed.

 

Ellier opened up the door to a beautiful bathroom with a tub as big as a jacuzzi. He stepped inside and turned on the bathwater before sitting on the edge of the tub. "Go ahead and get in"

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Tyrion's lips stretched out into a small smirk, nodding slightly at the decision to not reveal his name. It was easier to control someone if he knew their name, but he would manage anyway. Just not yet... No, he planned to make his master relax around him completely, and then take the control.

 

"I'm going to assume you're a being of water." The elf spoke quietly, his sharp eyes not missing the water droplets. "If I get in there, will I get out alive?" He asked bluntly, raising his hand up to pull his hair to one side. He missed being able to tie it into a ponytail, it was so comfortable that way. "I won't attack, you can relax." The elf smirked a bit wider, even if he was going into forbidden territory, near mocking his new master. "You can enjoy me... Master." With the last word, the elf smiled soothingly, hoping to have made at least some breach in the other's defense - anything, from a twitch in the other's expression to a skipped heartbeat would indicate something working.

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"You're very observant" Ellier stood up again with a smile. "I haven't met many people that notice that sort of thing" he stripped down to his underwear and tank top.

 

"I plan to enjoy you, so you don't need to worry about the bath" he sat down again. "Really though, if you think I'll let my gaurd down completely then I'm insulted. I'm perfectly relaxed, but I can never trust a cheap pet"

 

Ellier could tell that Tyrion's voice was affecting him. But he wasn't sure if it was the way he was meant to be affected. It filled him with a lustful urge to dominate that sound. Whether through taming Tyrion himself or something else... The idea that other people must have heard that elf speak made Ellier boil with jealously. None of this showed yet, aside from a slight twitch in his fingers everytime Tyrion began to talk.

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Tyrion smiled, gladly joining in the little game he himself created. "No one should ever let their guard down entirely, that's certain." He said with a faint smile on his face as he walked towards the bathtub and got in, his eyes closing for a few seconds as he enjoyed the feeling of warm water against his skin, even if it burned his cuts.

 

Once he opened his eyes, he turned his attention to Ellier, his hope rising as he saw the twitch in his fingers. He really could get out, then. With a subtly satisfied expression, the elf gently ran his hand over his chest before sinking deeper into the water. "Just curious... Can you do much with your power? I'd guess it's fun to have control of such a powerful force of nature." He spoke with a smile, his voice sweeter than before. The elf took the bottle of shower gel, squeezing it onto the sponge before beginning to wash himself. Only having one hand sometimes proved to be a tad difficult.

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"Enough to defend myself" Ellier said simply. It was a gross understatement but the fairy knew that it was best to lie about these things.

 

"On the same subject... What's the secret behind that voice of hours?" He slipped into the water next to the elf. "And please don't play dumb... That goes far beyond just a soothing voice"

 

He smiled and leaned back in the warm water, not caring that his remaining clothes were soaking wet.the water was always so relaxing on his skin... Ellier allowed himself to close his eyes in bliss. He could feel every one of Tyrion's movements as if it was part of his own body. At least, he could feel every movement within the water, but he could feel them so well that it would be easy for him to notice muscles tensing for an attack.

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Tyrion smiled, feeling both relaxed and tense at the same time. This was a lot of times better than what he had to endure before, although this could've just been a cover for something much worse. "There's no secret behind it." The elf let himself laugh, the sound ringing out like the clearest bells. "My species is famous for our voices. It's simply a part of me, like your water powers." He smiled, watching how Ellier relaxed in the water. This was too weird to be true, if he was honest.

 

The elf shifted slightly, gently running his hand over his hair, carefully washing it. He knew growing such long hair wasn't the best choice, but he would've hated to have it cut. Just as he hated not having his other hand. A soft groan slipped past his lips as the bottle of shampoo slipped out of his hand, landing in the water. "It's a bit hard to do this with one hand." He sighed, tossing a glance at his master. He didn't really feel like a pet, at least not yet.

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"And? I wasn't the one who broke off your hand. I can give it back if you can just pop it back. Otherwise you're going to have to wait to fix it" Ellier ducked his head under the water for a moment before bringing it back up and opening his eyes. "Or are you asking me to wash your hair for you?" He grinned at the question. "My poor broken pet, nobody wanted you and now you can't even clean yourself? Is that what kind of person you are?"

 

His voice didn't have an sign of malicious intent, it almost sounded like he was joking around with a close friend. But he fairy's gaze told a completely different story. He watched the elf like a particularly interesting bug he had found.

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Tyrion clacked his tongue slightly, holding up his right arm where the base of the mechanic head was still on. "I can't just pop it back on." He murmured, slowly taking off the last part of it, only leaving the slightly reddened flesh now. The elf tilted his head to the side slightly, setting the base of the hand away before reaching to take the bottle into his hand again. "It would certainly make my life easier if you washed my hair, though I doubt you actually want to do that..." He trailed off, putting the bottle away as he began massaging the shampoo into his red hair, closing his eyes at the nice sensation.

 

Tyrion was beginning to feel a bit uncomfortable under the fairy's gaze. Not because he was naked, but from how the other was staring at him. As he moved his head to the water to wash off the shampoo, he closed his eyes, hoping that if Ellier decided to trick him and do something with the water, he would at least leave his eyes uninjured.

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"Mm... I guess I could help you" Ellier leaned back against the side of the tub, still watching the other man. "Since you're being so sweet"

 

He didn't make any move to actually help clean the elf, and for a moment it seemed like he didn't actually intend to do anything. But finally the water in the tub began to shift and move. Some of the water seemed to form and solidify partially. It formed tendrils which moved up into Tyrion's hair, gently massaging his scalp and running through his hair. A few more tendrils coiled around the elf's body like snakes, slowly exploring his skin.

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Tyrion flinched slightly when he felt water in his hair without actually moving it into the water. He opened his eyes cautiously, glancing up at Ellier before slowly raising his head, letting the tendrils wash his hair and body. The elf placed his hand over one of them curiously, lightly tracing over it with his fingers. It felt solid, but not exactly like ice... Which raised a question in his mind. "Are you capable of turning it into ice or steam?" He asked as he looked at the fairy, smiling lightly.

 

He appeared to be entirely relaxed, but hell, he was ready to try and make a run for it if danger rose. His heartbeat picked up the slightest bit, and he knew the other could feel it as well. Instead of trying to hide it, the redhead acknowledged it by placing his hand-less arm over the left side of his chest.

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"You're smarter than I thought" Ellier smiled at his question, and the smile only grew as he noticed how fearful the elf was. "And more nervous than I thought"

 

He didn't actually answer the question, instead he finished washing Tyrion's hair and wrapped a tendril around it like a ponytail holder. The tendril in his hair froze, holding the elf's hair back out of his face. "There you go~"

 

A different tendril began to poke and prod at Tyrion's entrance. It grew a little thinner before pushing inside him.

 

"So, how long have you been a slave?" Ellier asked casually.

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Tyrion touched the frozen tendril curiously, looking back at the fairy. It was nice to have it tied up again. What wasn't as nice and sent a shiver down his spine was the tendril poking at his asshole. He'd had cocks, toys in there, but water was something new... Felt like a tentacle.

 

"I've lost count. Perhaps about fifteen human years?" He answered, his back arching out a little bit at the weird feeling inside. "Does this still count as washing or is it something else now?" He asked with a small smirk, his eyes hooded a little bit. The elf actually thought he would be the one topping... Ellier's appearance was more of a bottom's.

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"Of course this is still cleaning" Ellier replied brightly. "I have to make sure you're clean everywhere before I can use you."

 

The tendril pushed in deeper, and after a moment another on pushed in next to it. The two curled together, expanding and retracting rhythmically.

 

Ellier watched Tyrion's expression, trying to read his reactions.

 

One of the other tendrils curled itself around the elf's neck, lightly squeezing before pressing to his lips.

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Tyrion's lips parted slowly with a quiet exhale, the sensation weird, yet pleasurable. He let his eyes close, knowing there was no way to escape for now. He might as well tried to relax and enjoy the moment... As long as it was pleasurable, at least.

 

As the tendril squeezed his neck, the elf shifted a bit, looking at Ellier questioningly. Did he want to wash his mouth or was he attempting to do something else? Before he could ask, one of the tendrils managed to push against his prostate, pulling a soft groan out of his mouth. It still felt awfully weird, but it was so good...

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