War of Passion [+18, Noise Prince and Zombie_in_a_Box]

[Noise Prince]

 

Name:

Loethene

Personality:

Formerly a proud soldier for the army of the Doron Elven Kingdom, he carries himself with a sense of pride even now, in his current status as a slave to his enemies. After three years of peace, Loe is still fighting, though he has grown weary after constantly being beaten down. Now, for his own sake, he is trying to walk the line between knowing his place in this society, and resisting enough so he could still call himself a Doron soldier. There is only so much he can access in the terms of education, but he has always been curious, and while not the most literate, he enjoys reading whenever he has the opportunity, something he'd paid the price for quite a few times.

 

And for plot, are you thinking they're already master/slave, or will it start when they first meet? Like maybe Loe could be a gift? Since Aerian is a high-level demon, another noble might send him as a present for whatever reason?

 

 

 

Loethene wore his notorious scowl as he was led from carriage to indoors. It was a strange building to him, all the architecture in this land seemed strange to him, but this was unfamiliar to him as well. It wasn't as if he was well-traveled, though. He'd been to very few places in the kingdom of demons, always brought along like a bit of cargo when he was desired. But this might be the most extravagant place he had visited yet. It was on the verge of distasteful, there was no place for the eye to rest before another piece of art or sculpture or jewel or other decor of luxury assaulted the senses. Demons liked to show off wealth as much as virtually any other race, but to a Doron's more simple sensibilities, it bordered on absurd.

 

He'd been a slave here for four years, a prisoner of war, but three years into this supposed peace, Loe was still fighting, in all the little ways he could. If it weren't for the plain white tunic over his body, and shackles on his wrist, and thin collar at his neck, he wouldn't look any bit a slave. With the way he carried himself into the room, he looked as much a soldier as the guards escorting him, if not moreso. It didn't hurt that he was incredibly well-groomed today. His former masters had him extensively washed before presenting him as a gift to another noble. Loe wasn't sure why he was chosen, but he didn't relish it. Just a year ago, he was given as a tribute to his current owners, who had been a deal more generous than his first master, who cut off his distinct Doron warrior locks, cropping it close to his head, and reinforced that it be kept at the length. Perhaps because he was one of many slaves for his current masters, they didn't impose any particularly overbearing restrictions, and let him grow his hair out. It was only a fraction of what it was, but it was nice to have it at his shoulders, at least.

 

But the man he was going to be given to, he had no idea who he was, what he was like. While bathing earlier that day, he heard some people talking in the hallway about certain cruelties he had been known for. It didn't settle well with Loe, of course, but he had little choice in the matter about who he served, and he had already undergone a number of hardships under demon masters, so he paid little mind to the rumors.

 

Loethene stood a few feet behind his now-former masters, as they introduced him as a gift. The only thing Loe could really see past them was red hair.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

 

Name: Aerlan

Personality: Twisted and sadistic would be his most prominent characteristics. He likes seeing others struggle, though he isn't completely heartless. Even with his pets and slaves, he tends to give rewards when he feels that they deserve it. Aerlan never hesitates about giving someone a second chance - of course, this only applies once. Fuck up twice, and you're out. One of his very favorite things to do is change shape just to mess with someone's head. The scars on his body, however, are from when he's crossed the line by doing so - some things are not to be done, even for the likes of him.

 

 

Aerlan was genuinely excited for today. There was always a certain rush he got when he received a new pet, one way or another, however receiving one as a gift always felt nice. What could he say? He loved getting presents, especially ones he could play with for a while. He'd killed his last pet just a couple days ago, so he was incredibly bored. He couldn't wait to see what beauty he'd get this time.

 

Aerlan's tongue peeked out to wet his lips in excitement as his gift was finally introduced to him. My... "You do know what I like." The demon let a laugh slip past his lips, though his gaze was glued to Loethene. He motioned for everyone to leave as quickly as possible, breathing in deeply through his nose. "Name?" He asked while stepping closer. The demon didn't waste time trying to remove the tunic nicely, ripping it off of his body in one go. His head tilted backwards as he took in the elf's body, lightly biting down on his lip. "You truly are a beauty." Aerlan muttered out, slowly sliding his finger down from his throat to his abdomen. He loved having good-looking pets. He could show them off. And boy, did he like showing off.

[Noise Prince]

Loethene really didn't expect for everyone to leave. The last time he was given away, it was during a celebration of sorts, a birthday or an engagement party, or something or other, so his presentation was a minor part of the activities, and the demons enjoyed themselves. Now, it was him alone, bare feet on the cold, cold tile, alone with this red-headed demon. For a moment, he contemplated even giving his name, and let this man know that he wasn't an easy one to order about. But then seconds later, his new master ripped the tunic off his body with little resistance. The elf winced, not because of the force of cloth ripping against his body, but because he was suddenly so exposed. Now he was thankful it was only the two of them.

 

He wasn't used to this sort of treatment. Of course, there was a rare slave that wasn't fucked at some time or another, but usual the men favored were more slender, and Loe was not a favorite. But according to this demon, he was something he preferred. He held his ground as his finger slid down his chest and stomach, not willing to let himself flinch again. His tunic hung off one wrist where the seam hadn't separated entirely, giving little coverage.

 

"Loethene," He told him, his voice steady.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Aerlan liked the elf's character already. He seemed to be strong-willed, he wouldn't be that easy to break... Though he seemed to know when to obey, too. It was perfect. "Let me make it clear right now. The way I treat you will depend on how you act. If you obey me, you will get nice treatments and rewards, perhaps even a room of your own at some point. If you decide to be feisty and disobey, I'll keep you starving and dehydrated, without any sleep, until you either cave in or die." The demon smiled at his newest slave, tilting his chin with two fingers. "First thing's first, I can't have you walking around in this collar. It's hideous." He scoffed to himself, pulling his hand away to rest it on top of his hip instead.

 

"Get on your fours and follow me like this." Aerlan ordered, looking down at him, his pearly white fangs peeking out of his mouth. The demon loved everything extravagant. His clothes were of the finest silk, various gold and silver bracelets and rings adorning his fingers. His slaves had to look the part as well, but he liked dressing them in a way that would leave easy access when he wanted to fuck - which he did, often. He wondered what kind of jewel would fit Loethene the most. Perhaps a blue diamond. His figure would make it harder to find clothes that would fit and look alluring, but Aerlan didn't doubt in his ability to find something.

[Noise Prince]

Loethene kept his head high even though he wanted nothing more than to cover himself from these lecherous eyes. This demon had something about him that made him feel more intimidating than the others he had served under. He acted as if he wasn't trying to subdue him, he acted as if he had already done so.

 

Loethene heard of what were called "pets"- some made their slaves into pet-like people, given affection and rewards for giving up their pride and personhood, acting like dogs. He never particularly envied them, though many did. It was hard not to wish it was you kneeling at master's feet instead when you were being starved or waiting for a beating, though.

 

He kept his lips taunt when the demon tilted his head back, Loe tried not to look away from him. He didn't scoff at the command, though he almost did.

 

There was little chance that he'd readily agree to crawl, especially naked. Especially with his wrists cuffed. He continued to scowl. He wasn't afraid to show how long he could go without food or drink, even on the first day. But of course, he had a better tactic.

 

He may end up having to crawl, but it'd be a victory. Barter. It was any proud slave's best tool. Nothing infuriating masters like cooperating with slaves to get what they desired. But the slave didn't look unreasonable.

 

So the red headed demon had limited options- agree to compromise with a slave, act unreasonably, or allow him to have what he wants.

 

"It would be difficult to crawl with these on my wrists," he told him, gently moving his arms to gesture to his cuffs. Loe may not get his desired outcome- to walk- but it would still be a victory for him.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Aerlan raised an eyebrow, seemingly shocked that the other dared to speak back to him. "...So? You're not here to have it easy." He frowned, moving closer, lightly cupping his cheek. "I don't intend to make things easy for you." The demon added, a smirk beginning to stretch out across his face as his hand slid to the back of his neck, roughly forcing him down. "So get on all fours and crawl. I get that this is a new environment, yadda yadda, but... Don't think I'll go easy on you, kitten." Aerlan's smirk widened, placing his foot on top of the other's back, completely flattening him against the ground. "You don't want to see me angry, believe me." He winked, pressing his heel into Loe's flesh slightly before lifting his foot off. Loe didn't deserve any of his affection just yet. Aerlan may have spoken sweetly, but his actions could get fairly messed up.

 

Looking down at his new pet, the demon let out a soft sigh, pushing one hand into the pocket of his black pants. "You're gorgeous, but looks won't get you much if you don't obey without talking back." He clacked his tongue, leaning down to slightly caress Loe's hair. "Now, if you complain about not being able to crawl with your wrists tied, I'll break one. You don't need good wrists to be fucked, anyway." A sickly sweet smile crossed the demon's face, his long fingers slowly running through the other's hair. New pets were always fun. He constantly ended up making up a bunch of rules for his pets, depending on what he felt like that day. The rules were changed often as well, making it impossible for his pets not to fuck up at least once. Aerlan truly hoped that Loethene wouldn't disobey again. At least not in this task. If he did, there would be consequences that wouldn't be forgotten that easily. While Aerlan liked keeping his abilities a secret at least for some time, he could always show them off to instill more fear. Lord knows he loved fear.

[Noise Prince]

Loethene noticed how surprised the demon seemed when he reasonably requested the shackles be removed. He knew it would more likely than not offend his new master, he was prepared for that, he wanted that, it worked in his favor. Usually.

 

He grimaced at his touch- not the wisest move when trying to appease the demon for an accommodation. He knew there was the chance that he would still be made to crawl with shackles, but he didn't expect the demon to not become frustrated with having to make a choice at all.

 

Half the force of that pushed Loe to the floor was himself, a soldier's reflex from feeling pressure on his neck, he fell on his side. He tried to push himself onto his knees, but a sharp heel pressed into his back, forcing him to lay flat against the frigid tile floor. The cloth around his wrist tore a little more. He groaned when the demon pressed his heel deeper into him.

 

He was usually a laborer, or a guard. He wasn't primarily used for sex, though he was on occassion, primarily his whole body was important. He'd never been threatened with a broken anything. But here was different. His limbs functioning wasn't a priority. Loe wasn't going to resist.

 

 

He pushed himself onto his fours, still scowling from when the redhead touched his hair. Loe bundled the cloth into his hands to prevent it from getting dirty. It seemed insignificant but Loe rarely had anything that was his, and that was usually short-lived, so he wanted to try to keep the torn cloth in good condition. It might get a little wrinkled, and it would make it a bit harder to crawl, but he'd manage.

 

And he did so, in awkward, short movements, he followed the demon.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Aerlan smiled down at his pet, caressing his hair in a more affectionate manner. "Good boy." He praised him, beginning to walk towards the stairs. He glanced back at the elf, eyes narrowing at the sight of the torn cloth of the shackles. "Ah... That's no good." He murmured, shaking his head. "Since you proved that you're capable of taking orders, which do you prefer, silver or gold?" The demon asked curiously, soon reaching the room he wanted to go to.

 

Reaching over to open the door, Aerlan revealed what was inside - accessories, clothes and bindings of all kinds. "First of all, collar..." He muttered to himself while walking to a display of various leather collars with different jewels. There was one tossed on the ground, bloodied. Aerlan just kicked it out of the way, slowly tracing his fingers over the others. "This will do." He decided, taking out a dark blue leather collar with an alexandrite in the shape of an oval, lined with silver. Leaning down to Loethene, the demon removed his old collar, tossing it away. "This'll look much better on you, kitten." Aerlan hummed, pleased with his choice. After having put the collar on, he slowly traced his fingers up to his cheek and ears. "I'll have someone come and give you piercings. With such a physique and complexion, I can't imagine you'd look bad with piercings all over your body." Aerlan licked his lips, skimming his fingers down to his nipples. "Here, too." He grinned, lightly pinching one, curious to see his reaction.

 

"Hold your hands out for me. I can't have you walking around with something torn." He scoffed, waiting for the elf to comply. Aerlan would pick either golden or silver cuffs for him, depending on Loe's preference. He himself didn't mind silver nor gold, so why not be a little bit nicer? Loethene seemed like a reasonable creature. They could certainly work out their relationship without any major failures.

[Noise Prince]

He fought a grimace when his hair was touched, but at least he was winning the favor of who was surely his most sadistic master. He stopped when the demon did, and saw his eyes go to his hands. Would he take his torn tunic already? But instead he asked his preference, between gold and silver.

 

The words almost seemed exotic in context. The Dorons had little access to precious metals, and most considered them flashy. He had no preference, except to keep his wrists whole, so he answered.

 

"Silver..." He answered, obviously shocked with having an option. Was just crawling enough to earn him pet status? Just doing enough to avoid punishment was worthy of giving him a choice in fine metal? But the man did seem find of extravagant things, it made sense that he'd adorn a pet with fine things, too. He continued his awkward crawling, feeling more and more exposed with each "step". Fortunately it was only the two of them, and his master wasn't looking at him much now.

 

The room Loe was led to was full of beautiful things. But his eyes went to a bloody collar on the floor before the demon kicked it out of the way. Loe wasn't particularly interested in what kind of collar he was made to wear, but his master produced it, and replaced the one Loe wore with one with a beautiful jewel that Loe didn't know.

 

The demon's fingers traced over his face, and over his ears. His eyes widened at the threat of piercing them. Or anywhere on his body. Being impaled in small, sensitive areas seemed terrifying to the elf. But he didn't think it was a threat of punishment...

 

He visibly jumped when the demon pinched his nipple, the thought of a piercing there made his blood run cold.

 

His frown only grew when he put his hands out for the demon, expecting him to take the tunic from him.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

His pet seemed to be afraid of getting piercings. That only meant that he'd get as many of them as possible. Aerlan was already making plans of how well the elf would look - he already had a rather proud look, but with more accessories he'd look even fiercer. It wasn't a punishment, however. He just wanted his pet to look the part. He couldn't have someone with torn clothes walking around the mansion. His pets wore the best things as well. Hell, even his servants had amazing outfits. Aerlan couldn't stand anything that wasn't the best.

 

The demon reached over for the torn tunic, finally tearing off the last bit, tossing it onto the bloodied collar. He removed the shackles, letting his fingers skim over the elf's wrists. He had such gorgeous skin... Breathing out in delight, Aerlan stood up, quickly retrieving a pair of beautiful silver shackles, however he paused before actually putting them on. What should he have the elf wear? "Stand up." He ordered, taking the other's right hand to place the cuff on it. He didn't do it for his left hand yet.

 

Standing back a bit, Aerlan let his gaze roam over his body, his head tilted backwards in thought. He wanted to dress him up in leather, of course. The demon walked off to the clothes section, slowly running his hands over the many options there. Or perhaps a lighter material for the beginning? He pulled out a see-through purple crop top and a pair of lacy black underwear. This would do for the beginning. If he proved to be worthy, Loethene would get clothes bought just for him. "Go on, put these on." He said, holding the clothes out for his pet. He was almost ready now. The first thing he tried out with new pets was how well they could give blowjobs. The worse Loe did, the tighter the collar would become. It was fairly simple, actually.

[Noise Prince]

Loethene looked more relieved once the demon left his nipples at peace. He couldn't imagine himself with so many holes in his body, adorned with decoration. They looked heavy, and uncomfortable. Carrying hard objects in holes in your skin was a labor taken by those who were dedicated to such bizarre manners of self-adornment. But the worst of it was thinking about the actual act being done to him. He'd faced considerably worse on the battlefield, he was sure, but psychologically, the idea of it was horrifying. Of course, he didn't have a say in the matter what was done with his body.

 

But finally, the remains of the tunic was ripped off his arm, and tossed onto of the collar covered with blood- another piece of trash. He didn't look at it sitting there for long, before he looked back up to his master, who was removing the shackles from his wrists. The cool air felt so relieving to the exposed skin, that felt extra sensitive when his wrists were stroked by the demon. It felt a little weird, having his arms out like this, having them touched as if they were some luxurious fabric being presented. He had always known he was fairly good-looking, but he had never been valued as an attractive slave over his other uses, so he was not used to this sort of thing at all. He thought he would place the silver cuffs onto him immediately- though he was also surprised that he didn't just use gold instead just to spite him- but the demon waited a moment, then told him to stand. Loe stood up slowly, lowering his arms to the side, trying not to seem bothered about exposing himself. But the demon took one arm and placed one of the cuffs onto his right wrist, leaving the other bare.

 

The elf looked at the 'clothes' presented to him. He wanted to resist, they weren't much better than being naked, but being denied clothes- or worse- was more terrible than wearing such things. So he took them, and pulled on the lace undergarments first, over each of his thighs, relieved to have even this much to cover himself. Then he pulled the purple top over his head and straightened it over his chest, then looked up at his new master expectantly.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Aerlan pulled away, observing how the elf dressed himself. His fangs sunk into his bottom lip slightly, his head tilting up as he stared at Loethene. "Good boy." He muttered out absentmindedly, stepping closer to him again. The demon placed one hand on top of the other's hip, pulling him closer to himself, while his other hand moved up to cup his cheek. "See? It's worth it to obey. I have a feeling you'll last longer than the others." He murmured, pressing a small kiss to the side of his neck, slowly trailing his lips up. "I hope you're ready to work well for me, kitten." The demon chuckled, sliding his hand to his ass, squeezing it roughly. Pulling back a little bit, he cuffed Loe's wrists together, breathing in deeply as he looked him over.

 

"Follow me. It's time for your first task." As he said this, Aerlan's lips stretched out into what could only be called as an evil smile. He'd been perfecting his shape-shifting powers for over three hundred years now. He could do so much - either with his whole self, or with a single body part. For blowjobs... Especially with new pets, he started off with his regular shape, and slowly either extend it, or widen it so much it was impossible to get it out. Perhaps with Loethene he'd go to the extremes. He had to show the elf what to expect, after all.

[Noise Prince]

Loethene grimaced and looked away. So this was how people fell into their pet roles, was it. The threat of severe harm was certainly enough to make him complacent up to now. Loe had considered that it was the pleasures and gentle treatment that lured them, but on the contrary, it seemed as if it was the same motivator used for any other slave. The elf's posture froze when the demon put a hand on his hip, stepping closer, another hand against his face. He wanted to recoil, but he stayed completely still. Avoiding stepping away from the kiss was much harder, and he sharply inhaled through his nostrils. He could do nothing to prevent his flinching when Aerlan roughly grabbed his ass. Was he really trying to push him?

 

Was he ready to work…? The demonic noble may have been given a slave for sex, but he didn't receive a sex slave. Loe knew what he'd be used for when being handed over, but he had little understanding of what all would entail. He wasn't used to being touched in these ways, in being dressed up, in being ogled. Rough touches, gentle touches, kisses… all of it was equally as confusing and difficult to bear for a proud former soldier. He rarely saw sex slaves or even pets, so he had little knowledge of what they really did, he only had his own experiences to garner from, where his sexual use was limited to horny guards for quick romps late at night.

 

Out of spite, Loe nearly started to follow him on his feet, thinking it was reasonable to claim he thought he was allowed after being made to stand. But from what he knew from his new master, taking such a risk would cost him a wrist, so he lowered himself back on the floor, feeling just how little coverage he really had on, and followed him out.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Aerlan was becoming happier and happier with his new pet. He was sure that Loe wanted to disobey, but it simply wasn't worth doing so for now. Perhaps after he got closer to his Master, he would be allowed to be more feisty and get away with a lighter punishment, but now... Now Aerlan was willing to do whatever it took to show him his role here. The demon had a sweet spot for the begging, slutty type of slaves, of course, so he fully intended on making Loethene into one as well. After he got a taste of how good it would feel, he was sure the craving for more would appear.

 

Aerlan ended up leading his slave through half of the mansion into a spacious living room. He let his body down onto the expensive dark red couch, looking at Loe through hooded lids. "Sit between my legs." He ordered, looking at the elf with a sultry, lustful gaze. He was curious whether elves had the same organs as other creatures. "I want you to suck me off." He spoke, tilting his head slightly, curious to see if Loe would obey that easily when it came to this as well. It would be quite a shame if he didn't, of course... But they'd manage. After all, Loethene would most likely rather have a cock in his mouth, rather than a poisonous snake. Then again, who knew what could happen?

[Noise Prince]

His knees were starting to hurt from the tile, but his hands weren't so tired, now that he didn't have to walk on the heels of his palms without his torn tunic in his hands. But it felt like this trek was a lot longer, and the space between him and his master grew more and more as Loe struggled to keep up like this. At one point he gave up trying to keep pace. If the demon wanted him crawling like this with his wrist bound, he had no reason to expect him to be able to move quickly. He wasn't worried about too much retaliation, so long as he never lost sight of his new master.

 

 

He was lead to yet another lavish room, large and spacious. Loe stopped at the door just to take the room in, while Aerlan sat onto a lush-looking couch. Loe frowned, anticipating what was to follow, and crawled reluctantly to his master at his demand, sitting between his legs, looking at the floor. Then came what he feared. Consequences be damned… he couldn't! Taking it in his ass was one thing… he knew the drill, if you held whatever position they wanted, and close your eyes and try to think of something else, they'd handle themselves with your body and then be off. But he hadn't used his mouth for something like this since he was a free man, and he had no real means of knowing if he was good or not. He had an inkling that if he readily obeyed and displeased the demon, he'd become another bloody collar. A broken wrist, he could handle.

 

"I-I've not been trained..." he told him, his voice as steady as he could manage. He was trying to walk a line between absolute kowtowing and staying alive. "I may be ill-suited for this." Loe admitted, looking up at the demon's face, hoping to gauge a reaction.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Aerlan raised his head, letting out a soft tsk. "Well, that's why you're doing this, isn't it? Don't worry, I'll train you." He grinned, moving his hand down to unzip his pants, pulling out his cock. "I can't have my pets be self-conscious about themselves, understand?" He asked with a raised eyebrow, lightly stroking his fully erect cock. As of now, it looked completely normal - except, perhaps, bigger than average. Loe would soon learn that it could stretch up to an incredible length of eight meters. At least, that was how much it took to reach a human's anus going from their mouth. While it did take a lot of focus and energy, it was fun to do.

 

"Biting will be useless, as well. The pain from doing so will only be felt by you." Aerlan smirked, as his cock seemed to slowly morph, looking as if it was covered in little scales. At least he would be sure that the elf wouldn't be able to pierce his skin now. Even if he tried to bite, it was more likely that Loe would end up losing his teeth than Aerlan losing a part of his dick. Besides, if Loe dared to disobey here, he'd be punished as well. He hadn't figured out what punishment would be best for an elf this strong yet, but he'd come up with something if necessary.

[Noise Prince]

Loe didn't expect to never be made to suck his cock, but he did fruitlessly hope to be excused from it today. He didn't think it would be worth it to resist a second time, but he was frozen in place. The elf helplessly watched as Aerlan took his erection from his pants, and fought the heat rising in his cheeks. He wasn't self-conscious about it, not truly. The assumption that he wanted to be a good cock sucker was mortifying, but expected. Pets were supposed to be like that, right? Why didn't his former owners just give him one of theirs? They were better suited.

 

Loethene's face remained steel, but his eyes widened as he watched scales form over the skin. He'd heard of demons with this ability but he had never seen it before. He didn't doubt that the scales could break his teeth, but now he was concerned that they might cut up his mouth.

 

"...are your scales sharp, Master?"

 

The first time he called him master. He wanted to wait longer, but he needed something to soften the blow. Resisting again was risky, if the demon wasn't all talk, which Loe wasn't going to assume, but cutting his tongue and cheeks to ribbons was too unbearable to think about, and he couldn't be sure the demon would want his dick to be comfortable for his newest toy. At least by addressing him as Master, he might seem more respectful to him.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Aerlan's cock seemed to be throbbing in excitement when the demon heard how he was called. "No, they're not. At least not now." He grinned widely, placing one hand on Loe's head, bringing it closer to his erection. "Now, stop stalling and get to work." The demon's voice turned colder, although the lust and arousal were still there, as clear as before. Loethene just gave him a great idea for a punishment, however. If he made his scales sharp and fucked him like that, it was bound to leave him almost disabled for quite some time. During that period, of course, there would be no sex, but he'd be satisfied with blowjobs. At least Loe would behave.

 

Aerlan's fingers ran through the elf's hair before roughly gripping on them, gathering some into his fist, pulling slightly. "Don't be shy..." He murmured, a smirk on his face. If Loe didn't start now, he'd end up regretting it. He wouldn't even try to be gentle, and it wasn't a good feeling in general to have something crawl in your intestines. "Let's find out what you're made of." The demon laughed, his black pupils turning into slits as his cock slowly began extending. Roughly pushing Loethene's head to his groin, he let his cock extend all the way to his stomach, keeping an iron grip on his hair. The way from there was slow. The tip of his cock turned thinner, slipping into his intestine, slowly making its way through them all. All the while, he kept a close look on Loethene's expression. He wanted to see the elf cry, break that stoic expression of his. The base of his cock had widened enough to fill up Loe's mouth from cheek to cheek. He should've still been able to breathe, although it would be painful... Wasn't it wonderful?

[Noise Prince]

Not now... That made it pretty clear that Aerlan could make them sharp, and might inside of Loe. Maybe he just ended up getting his mouth shredded by merely asking. Loe didn't flinch or duck when the demon took his head and brought it closer, Loethene had no plans to resist any longer. The left just opened his mouth when he winced, his master gripped his hair tightly, guiding his head onto his cock, pushing his face over it deeper than he was prepared to take it himself. He felt it in his throat. But he was relieved to find that it wasn't sharp. It felt smooth and fleshy, and warm. Then he felt it further in his throat. Further. It dawned on his that Aerlan could do more than scales. He felt him snaking in his stomach, how deep would he go? His mouth was completely filled with his flesh, it was a struggle to breath, and it hurt to. He was sputtering and drooling, helplessly stuck. All stoicness that remained in his face vanished when he felt just how deep he was going, sliding through his lower abdomen. The elf's eyes were wide, distraught tears pooled in his eyes, his hands gripped on of the demon's leg in pleading desperation. There was nothing else he could do, he'd never felt so terrified and helpless.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Aerlan absolutely loved this expression on the elf. The helplessness, the desperation... He lived to see those feelings on his pets' faces. The demon breathed out slowly, his eyes closing momentarily as his cock finally broke through the elf's anus, a low chuckle slipping past his lips. "No different than humans. How does it feel, kitten? Don't you love this?" He asked, slowly beginning to increase the width of his cock, as much as possible in his intestines. He didn't make them too wide, of course, he didn't want for his precious pet to get internal bleeding. He watched with immense satisfaction as Loethene's body bloated, while his cock began moving, thrusting in and out of his ass, small bumps formed on the length to create more friction. "At least this way you stay quiet..." He murmured lovingly, gripping his hair tightly, looking into his eyes. Pulling it out would most likely feel even worse. His pupils were barely visible by now, so his eyes just seemed black with big, red orbs in them. Quite frankly, he looked terrifying. "I could make your body explode in three seconds." He breathed out, his cock pulsating in excitement at the thought, his head tilting backwards in bliss.

[Noise Prince]

Loe could almost be thankful that his throat and mouth were filled, since the noise he would have made otherwise when his cock finally pressed out from his anus would have been undignified to say the least. He choked and gagged and sputtered again, a rogue tear spilled over his cheek. He eyes screwed shut tighter and tighter as the demon's monster cock expanded inside on him. But his eyes widened again when it seemed the demon wasn't satisfied with just this, and started moving in and out of his asshole. Loe might have shivered at the horror of it all if his body wasn't firmly anchored by the beast's organ.

 

His fingers dug deeper into the man's pant leg. His face was turning red, his breathing haphazard. The worst of it was the terrifyingly cruel face Loethene couldn't tear himself away from. He could truly die here, like this. That bloody collar... What if that really was all that was left of the former wearer? Loe could be next.

 

The worst of it was he didn't know how much of this he could take until he wanted it to be him...

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Aerlan's lips parted with a laugh, excitement shining in his eyes. He loved this. It felt great. His body shuddered when he saw the tear coming from Loe's eye, his cock expanding a little bit more before suddenly moving up. The demon didn't pull it out entirely. He shrunk it for three seconds, then stopped for ten. Right until he was back to the elf's stomach. From there, he roughly yanked his cock out completely, exhaling slowly as he looked down at his pet, then his wet, dripping cock. "Didn't that feel great? Now come and suck me off yourself."

 

Aerlan certainly wasn't done with torturing Loethene just yet. However, he was too tired to do something like that again. His cock was still a lot larger than an average one would be, covered in hard, shiny scales. "If you don't obey, I'll do something even worse." He promised in a low, threatening, cold voice, looking at his pet with slightly parted lips. Fear was the easiest way to make people obey. It would work with elves as well, he was sure of that.

[Noise Prince]

Loe nearly cried in relief when he thought the man was finally pulling out of him, but he only stopped at his stomach. He still couldn't breathe. He feared that Aerlan was about to push back through his body, but after a few more seconds, the cock retreated out his mouth.

 

Loe nearly collapsed, coughing and wheezing and dry heaving, all while trying to beg for pardon, but the words didn't form. He felt so sick and weak. He wiped his face the best he could of tears and saliva.

 

The elf nodded, almost excited to suck a near-normal cock, though nearly physically spent, he took his scaly cock into his mouth, and started sucking with the same desperation he gripped the Nan's leg with. His pride didn't matter at this point, he just never wanted that again...

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Aerlan moaned in pleasure when the elf sucked his cock so eagerly. His fingers were still tightly fisted into his green hair, his eyes closing while his head fell back against the couch. This felt so good. "You're being such a good boy..." He praised the other in a low voice, opening his eyes slightly to look at him. Loe looked so good when he was in this state. Although... Nothing could compare to how he looked with his body filled with cock.

 

"It's time for your treat." The demon breathed out, his cock widening suddenly before a load of his cum was shot into Loe's mouth, down his throat. Only after he was done did Aerlan let his cock return to how it was at the beginning, breathing out in satisfaction. "Clean everything up with your tongue." He ordered, looking down at the elf with a faint smirk stretched out on his face. Loethene probably knew better than to disobey by now. Now he just had to make him addicted to sex - that shouldn't be too hard.

[Noise Prince]

His scalp was starting to ache from his hair being gripped and tugged. He felt exhausted but he knew he'd just have to carry on the best he could manage. At this point he was desperate to avoid any repercussion for even something minor. Loe was now thankful that he wasn't allowed to eat before coming here, or else he was sure he'd get sick, and he didn't want to know what would happen to him if he had vomited.

 

Loe's first master was particularly cruel, partially, no doubt, due to trying to break in the new slaves taken from the battlefield or from pillaged villages. But Aerlan was much, much worse, and his only purpose was his own entertainment.

 

Minutes ago, he would have been aggravated for being called a 'good boy' but now it was nothing but a relief. So long as his master was pleased, he felt he was safe.

 

A treat...? Last time he was rewarded it was choosing what kind of shackles to wear. What was it going to be this time? He didn't have long to ponder when the offending cock expanded again, and his mouth and throat became filled with thick cum.

 

He struggled to swallow it all down. His throat was raw.

 

Loe looked up with large wet eyes, trembling with anger, humiliation, and fear, before he brought himself closer and lapped everything with his tongue and lips. When he thought he'd done a satisfactory job, he leaned back, but kept his gaze low.