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

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Aerlan barely noticed Loe hoping to get a sip of wine - but he did. Looking down at him with a firm gaze, he gave the elf's ass a light squeeze. "Pets don't get wine." He said simply, in a tone as firm as the look in his eyes. As if to make it clearer, the demon rose the glass up to his lips once more, taking a small sip of the delicious drink. Of course, he liked it when his pets were comfortable around him, and he loved spoiling them, but once they began thinking that they could get whatever they wanted, his pets had to be reminded of their place. Thankfully, Loethene had only expressed a hope and realized himself he wouldn't get it. That was, for Aerlan, a sign of a good pet as well.

 

After a while, Aerlan reached out for the plate of sweets, placing it over his lap before swiping his finger over some whipped cream. He brought it to Loethene's lips, looking him in the eyes. "Lick it off. Slowly." He murmured, watching with a hungry look in his eyes as the whipped cream disappeared from his finger. Of course he'd turn everything at least a little bit sexual. Next he took a strawberry, dipping it into some melted white chocolate, once again bringing that to his pet's lips. "Don't rush." He spoke again, his eyes hooding over as he observed the elf. He'd already gotten the pleasure of exploring his mouth one way, after all, so seeing him eat everything in such a manner was a turn-on, he had to be honest.

 

Aerlan leaned close, catching Loethene's lips into a slow kiss, tasting the sweetness inside of his mouth. He pulled the elf a bit closer, his hand slipping underneath the vest to cup his ass, slowly running his fingers over the soft flesh. He could take care of his pet really nice when they behaved. "Come and sit on my lap." He ordered, shifting slightly before patting his hips for the other to sit on. He placed his hands over the younger male's hips, slowly unbuttoning the vest to reveal his flawless milky skin. Aerlan leaned in closer, pressing slow, light kisses down from Loe's neck to his abdomen. He brought his fingers to his chest once more, smearing some chocolate in between his nipples. The demon moved his head close, slowly beginning to lick the sweet treat off of his pet's body. He was careful not to touch his nipples for now, fully aware of how risky it could be. If they got infected, he wouldn't be able to do anything with his pet. That wasn't fun at all.

[Noise Prince]

Loe grimaced, moreso that his desire for the wine was noticed than the squeeze, though neither was pleasant. He looked down and away, his body tensed. He was already tired of being his 'pet'. He really would have been happier being used for another purpose. Or not being here at all. He felt so ill-suited for this, he must have seemed to have a decent temperament regarding the whole affair, but Loe wasn't keeping his real feelings about it to himself, either. Even now, when he was clean, cuff-less, and being fed, he felt like it was all just a matter of time before Aerlan decided he wanted to use him. There always seemed to be conditions, he was made to come in the bath, he was pierced after being told he wouldn't be made to wear the cuffs. Being pet felt like is was a balancing act between Aerlan being gentle and Aerlan being cruel. Made times like this, reclining, eating, watching a movie, feel tense, anything but relaxing.

 

Loe blinked at the whipped cream presented to him, and glanced up at the demon. Not looking away, he slowly extended his tongue and lapped the whipped cream off of his finger. His finger felt sturdy against his tongue, with defined grooves, in contrast to the soft and formless whipped cream. He did so slower than he might have licked his own finger, but faster than what he presumed Aerlan wanted. He had been so hungry, it was hard to eat slow, even something as rich as the cream. Though if Aerlan took it as some sort of defiant snub, he wouldn't mind too much.

 

It took Loe a moment to realize that this wasn't just a demeaning measure, but that Aerlan was aroused by such a thing! He now found his haste to lick the cream from his finger to not be a particularly wise move, since Aerlan was his least gentle when he was sexual. Loe was much more cautious this time, eating the strawberry with the liquid white chocolate very slowly, almost as if he didn't want to break it.

 

Loethene didn't expect a kiss, though he certainly wasn't fighting back this time. Aerlan's hands drifted to his ass, almost like he was holding him in place. Loe's face fell a bit when he told him to sit on his lap, but he obeyed him. He knew something sexual, and possibly unpleasant, was about to occur, he shouldn't have been so surprised at the command. Aerlan unbuttoned the vest, revealing what little Loe had covered. His heart was beating almost painfully, making the pain in his nipples throb. He was scared they would be a target for Aerlan's violent love. But his mouth started at the neck, and down his body. The demon smeared warm chocolate over his chest. Loe winced like it hurt. They had just gotten out of the bath, and now he was spreading something sticky on him. Even if he was licking it off.

 

Aerlan's mouth was hotter than the melted chocolate, his tongue made him shudder throughout his body. It felt nice. He just hoped it would stay nice, and he didn't lick or suck his nipples. Something sugary in a fresh wound, a recipe for an infection. The idea made him whimper.

 

"Please don't touch them…"

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

The way Loethene licked off the whipped cream from his finger was not satisfactory. He repeated for the elf not to rush in a firmer voice, this time looking with an immensely pleased look as the berry was slowly devoured from his fingers. Now that was something he liked a lot more. Watching as the whiteness disappeared between Loe's lips had its charm, a very powerful one. He felt like the elf could cast a spell on him with these actions alone. The demon would probably let anything slip past as long as his pet was this perfect. He wouldn't care. He just wanted to be pleased in the best ways possible.

 

Aerlan took notice of Loe's displeasure of having the chocolate on his skin, but paid no mind to it. As long as he didn't express his dissatisfaction out loud. The words he did hear made a smile stretch across his face. Aerlan pulled back, gently taking the other's chin. "Don't worry. I won't. That's why I told you not to touch them. I don't particularly enjoy having my pets with infections. It makes playtime a little bit too painful." He murmured, moving his head back down to continue tracing his tongue over his skin, lapping up any bits of the chocolate left. "I'm happy that you think the same way as I do, kitten. You need to take care of your body so that you're always ready for me." He added quietly, slowly kissing up to his jawline again. "I'd say you're a gift from Heaven, but in this scenario, it's more likely that you were a gift from Lucifer instead." Aerlan laughed, pulling away to take a look at his pet.

 

"Tell me, love. Do you like it here, with me?" He asked curiously, while one of his hand slid to the other's cock, lightly teasing the slit. Perhaps if he liked the answer he'd give his pet an incredibly rare treat. He was feeling very generous this evening. After all, Loethene hadn't truly disobeyed... Not even once. It had been quite some time since he'd gotten a pet this obedient. These were a truly rare treat... Although they got a bit boring after a while as well. It was fun to have to tie a pet up for disobeying from time to time - though it was doubtful that Loethene could risk that just yet. While yes, he'd already earned Aerlan's affection, he still had to fully prove himself.

[Noise Prince]

Loethene took the firmness as a warning sign, and paid special attention to how slowly he took the strawberry. He'd never done anything like this, and Aerlan seemed all the more peculiar, watching him with those hungry eyes, glowing from the television. The sounds of the horror movie, the slow, drawn ambience, the panting of a terrified person surrounded by silence. He wished it was more entertaining than Aerlan found his eating. He was hoping for a period to be ignored after being fed. 3

 

Aerlan's hand took his chin once he protested, and Loe knew the gentleness could be deceiving. Fortunately, Aerlan wasn't mad, but rather seemed amused. Loe rarely spoke to him, but twice now he'd spoken out against the piercings, and both times Aerlan smiled. So he thought it'd be a little too painful for play, Loe was relieved to hear the man had limits, at least for sexual sadism. Aerlan licked his chest, removing the last traces of the chocolate, and Loe had to be careful not to groan in response to his comment about their believing the same thing, since he would feel it in his chest. His idea of taking care of his body vastly different from Aerlan's after all. He also didn't appreciate his lucifer joke, considering the circumstances.

 

Loe looked into Aerlan's eyes, his surprise growing more on his face when addition to Aerlan taking is cock in his hand, toying with the tip, Loethene realized he was genuine with his question. He seemed so cruel now, even with his eyes urging him to affirm that he did like it here, while so lightly tormenting his cock. Loe wasn't sure how to respond, he felt the heat rise in his cheeks and Aerlan seemed to already have one part of his body happy with him, so obvious it was humiliating. It would seem so petty if he told him no while resisting the urge to squirm in his lap, wouldn't it? Prideful and stubborn, but the pride and stubbornness of a child rather than a soldier. And Loe did fear the consequences of not responding 'yes'. In what could be seen as a tender mood, Aerlan could take the rejection deeply. But so long as Loethene was permitted to speak, it would be the truth.

 

"You're the one who said it yourself. I'm not here to have it easy." Loethene told him, his voice strong and sure, unlike when he pleaded mercy for his nipples, or complained about the adornments themselves. It was the first time Loethene heard himself in his voice in a long time.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Aerlan was surprised once more when Loethene spoke up. He didn't think he'd heard his pet speak this way up until now. It only ignited his curiosity more, he had to be honest with himself. Unable to fight off the grin from his face, the demon slid his hand down to the base of his cock, gripping it tightly. "Actually, it's up to you to decide how your time here will pass. I can be very rewarding to those who deserve it." He smirked while his free hand slowly slid up and down Loe's hip, enjoying the soft, silky skin. "It may not be easy, but you could learn to enjoy it all... It's much more convenient for both of us than you disobeying, after all."

 

Aerlan didn't think he'd find it this easy to converse with his pet, even if the latter was being awfully quiet. Too much talking was annoying as well, but he certainly didn't mind a little bit of speaking every once in a while. "I never got around to asking... Do you have any abilities? Elves vary so much between different tribes... I'm incredibly curious." The demon murmured, slowly beginning to pump the other's cock, lightly rubbing his thumb against his slit every time he went up. After a couple of moments he decided he didn't like the feeling without something to smooth the movement a bit. He didn't want to ruin his little food play with lube, either, and the next obvious choice was whipped cream. Smearing some over his hand, Aerlan grinned lightly to himself, taking a rather tight grip of Loethene's cock before beginning to stroke him again, finding most of the previous friction gone. That was a lot more pleasurable...

 

"Are you still hungry, kitten?" The demon asked suddenly, looking up at his pet's face, meeting his eyes. He did still have two plates of food, after all. He didn't mind sharing... Though all this was making him aroused again. He planned on making Loethene work a little bit more before getting to eat however much he wished to. After that, Aerlan intended to let Loe rest up, replenish his strength for the next day. It was, of course, a lot of fun to tire his pets out entirely, but at the beginning he wanted to see what Loe was capable of in general. And for him to be able to show that, Loethene had to have enough strength to act properly... Now wasn't he considerate?

[Noise Prince]

Loethene shuddered, his body tensing, when Aerlan slid his hand down to the base, holding firm. What was more alarming was that he smiled at him. He really thought he'd be angry with him for speaking out in such a way. Of course, what was dissent from a slave but humorous to someone who had all the power over him? It made Loe angry himself. That much was true, though… it was a lot more convenient to just obey. That had been own crude philosophy since being delivered. His over hand wrapped over his hip. The vest slipped over one of his shoulders, making him feel more naked and vulnerable.

 

Abilities… most Doron elves had a range within sight and pheromones. He thought it was an unusual thing to ask, unless he thought that he might be able to do something dangerous. Maybe he could convince him that his insides were actually a slow-acting poison, to prevent him from wanting to go through him so deeply. But Aerlan seemed well-read, and it would be easy for him to find out if such a thing could even be true.

 

"Night vision." Loe answered him, his breathing now a little strained as Aerlan pumped him, thumbing over his sensitive slit. He gasped shortly when the cold whipped cream was wrapped around him with Aerlan's hand. The warmth of his hand was replaced with cool slickness. Aerlan, despite the cream in his palm, still gripped him tightly, white cream spreading between his fingers. Loethene took a moment to recompose himself. "A-and pheromone manipulation…"

 

Loethene looked at the plates of food, and remembered just how little he had eaten. It had taken quite a while, being fed pice by piece, so it really wasn't a lot of food. Half of it was sweets, as well. But he expected that he was being taunted, and would be denied anymore due to his admittance that he didn't like it here, or at the very least, that a proposal was being made. And he might not like what he'd have to do to earn it. But he would take it.

 

"Yes, Master,"

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Aerlan saw Loethene's words to be amusing most of the time. As long as he didn't show himself to be an actual threat, the demon could let himself laugh at his attempts to... To do what? Irritate him? Anger him? Whichever it was, it didn't work. That was precisely why it was so amusing. He didn't want his pets to be lifeless sex toys, he wanted some fight in them. Otherwise it was too boring. They had to be obedient, but with something inside of them still. Loethene seemed to have it, at least for now. Aerlan would try breaking the elf, with hopes of never actually breaking him. Was it a wrong thing to do? Yes. Was it illogical? Yes. Did he care?.. Absolutely not.

 

"Well that's rather boring... Though you'll have to show me one day exactly how you can manipulate pheromones. I'm incredibly curious about it." Aerlan whispered, leaning in close to suck on the skin of his neck. For him, Loe was like another plate of delicious food. His skin tasted like the sweetest honey...

 

Hearing the answer, Aerlan found himself smirking again. "Smart answer. But it's not that easy to get more food, I'm sure you realize that, kitten." The demon chuckled, licking his lips as he pulled back, looking over his pet's body. "So... What I want you to do is ride me. Make yourself cum... Thrice. Then I'll give you however much food you want. If you cum only twice, the food will be forced down your throat straight into your stomach. If you throw it up, you'll eat your vomit. If you only cum once... I suppose I'll just have you throw up and fill your stomach with cum instead. Try not to disappoint me, sunshine." Aerlan finished explaining the elaborate rules, running his fingers over Loe's cheek. "Hurry and start now. Don't waste my time."

[Noise Prince]

(I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you I'd be out of town for a few days :0)

 

Loethene frowned at being referred to as boring. He held back his tongue from retorting that Doron's abilities weren't for the amusement of demons like him. He'd had almost had experienced his pheromones a couple of times in the past. He thought about it when they first met, he could make it so that Aerlan found him unappealing and might refuse him as an offering. But he had heard stories of Aerlan's cruelty, and chose not to gamble against rumors that he'd just as easily slaughter an undesirable slave than return them. He considered making himself more appealing as well, in a moment of weakness, since he didn't believe he'd be his type, being rather broad and thick of muscle. In the end, he chose nothing. He wasn't sure if that was the right decision, but Aerlan had seemed infatuated nonetheless.

 

He considered it again when he was given such embarrassing 'clothes', that maybe if he made him feel uneasy with his nudity now, he'd keep him covered. Again, Loe decided against it. Plus, if Aerlan had known that most Doron's had this gift, and suspected it, Loethene could count himself among the others fallen in one of the demon's collars.

 

It seemed eventually, he would be showing him how his pheromones worked anyway. So while Aerlan would never have the insight or sensitivity as another Doron elf, he would still have somewhat an understanding of when or if he attempted his pheromone control. Though it really would only be a guess, Loe assumed there was little room for benefits of the doubt.

 

Loethene closed his eyes when the demon's warm mouth sucked onto his neck, rather fiercely. He inhaled sharply. Aerlan was a sexual beast, and Loethene absolutely couldn't keep up. He was so physically spent from just these past activities. His body reacted, but he knew he wouldn't be able to perform, and he wasn't counting on that being a condition for more food. Loe had assumed that it'd be about Aerlan. He could have him come in his ass, three, four, five times, if necessary. But himself… he didn't think he could get to the first. And the consequences were far too much for him to bear, especially if he only got to two. But he assumed that failing altogether would result in worse consequences.

 

"I…I'll go without, then, Master, if you'd please" Loe begged him softly. "I don't have the stamina to meet your demands or to bear the punishments." He knew it was a gamble, that he might actually see Aerlan angry, rather than amused at being countered. But he'd rather be starved or beaten or locked in a box than attempt to exceed the limitations of his body.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

(It's fine, I took a while to reply anyway ^^)

 

Aerlan couldn't believe what he was hearing. This wasn't amusing anymore. This wasn't something he could let slip past. No... His pet thought that he could get away after already saying yes. No, that wasn't how it worked. Not at all. Once he got an answer, it couldn't be changed.

 

The demon's hand rose slowly, as if aiming to caress the other's cheek, but instead slapped straight across it with such force that he knocked the elf down from his lap. "I don't think you understand your place." Aerlan growled out, his eyes slowly filling up with pure anger. "You said you're hungry... You can't backtrack now. And here I was growing to be happy with you... What a disappointment." He spat out, moving to stand up, disgust obvious on his face.

 

Aerlan grabbed a fistful of Loethene's hair, disregarding any pain he was causing for his pet as he dragged him out of the room. He had to remind the elf of his place, clearly. Loethene was thrown down on the ground, face down. Aerlan grabbed both of his arms, tightly tying them up behind his back. If this was what was necessary to get obedience, so be it.

 

It took some time to put Loethene into the position he wanted, but it was definitely worth it. In the end, Loethene was on his knees, his ass up in the air, his chest pressed up against the cold tiles. Against his hole was a thick, spiked dildo strapped to some sort of a machine. His mouth was already filled with a dildo as thick as Aerlan could fit into his mouth without dislocating his jaw. He made sure to strap his head as well, so he wouldn't move.

 

"I'll leave you here for three hours. After that, I'll come and fuck you myself. You should be ready to beg for my forgiveness when I do. If you aren't convincing enough, I'll leave you here for another two hours. After that, if you fail any more to show how sorry you are for your horrid behavior, I'll keep adding another hour and a hundred swats with a whip for each failure. I expect to see tears, sweat and cum when I get back here. At least now try to be a good pet... I don't think you want to spend the rest of your life in this room."

 

Aerlan scoffed, looking over Loethene with the same disgusted gaze. Walking up to the machine close to his ass, the demon turned it on. The dildo began moving instantaneously, fucking Loe mercilessly, but hitting his prostate dead-on with each thrust. The dildo in his mouth began thrusting soon as well, however this one never left his mouth fully. It went to the back of his throat, then to his teeth and back to his throat again. There was no way to pull away from this. Loethene was sure to suffer, but that was what disobedient pets got. Aerlan turned around, walking towards the exit. Just before leaving, he turned off the light, leaving Loethene in complete darkness. That way, he was sure to feel each and every movement even better. He truly felt proud of himself for having such a great way of punishing his sluts... It usually proved to be very effective, especially if this had to be repeated.

[Noise Prince]

Loethene saw Aerlan's expression change, and his own face fell. His amusement seemed to have ceased, and Loe hadn't seen Aerlan when he wasn't entertained. Loe wasn't certain that when the demon raised his hand, that his touch would be an affectionate one. He was struck with such force, he fell back against the hard, cold tile. He looked up with shock and fear, watching the demon's fury grow behind his eyes. Loe knew it was a gamble to contradict him, but he wasn't truly prepared for Aerlan's anger. He flinched when he grabbed a fistful of his dark green hair, almost to the root, and began dragging him across the floor. Loe couldn't help but vocalize how painful it was to have the roots of his hair supporting his weight being dragged like this. Loe tried to hold onto Aerlan's wrist for support, and desperately keep pace with his legs to alleviate the pressure.

 

He thought he might be hit, beaten, have the cuffs put back on his wrists, or be forced to do has he was ordered to. He really had no idea what Aerlan was planning to do to him. Moments later he found himself thrown into a room, his cheek made contact with the floor. He grunted, but at least now he could beg for forgiveness with his hair released. He barely had glanced at the machines in the room. Loe pleaded with Aerlan, begging his forgiveness for his actions, he would do whatever he wanted of him, he wouldn't deny him at least his attempt to obey, while his arms were being tied behind him. His pleas only became more fervent when he realized what the machines were for, and that he was being put into position for them to be used. And he at first wondered which one was to be used, but it quickly became clear that he'd be taking one to each end.

 

He was breathing heavily through his nostrils, in fast, panicked bursts, his eyes wide, staring at Aerlan with a desperate plea glistening in his eyes. His mouth was completely stretched and filled, which was more terrifying than when it was Aerlan's cock, because at least it had some give, some gentleness that a hard object couldn't have. Loe's ass was in the air, not an unfamiliar position, and his legs spread enough to accommodate a large dildo pressing against his entrance, small flexible spikes covering it, and a slim amount of lubricant, Loe could already tell.

 

The whipping was expected, Loe had figured that would be the baseline punishment, and be built upon for worse offenses. But that was his experience belonging to anyone but Aerlan, and he certainly wasn't like anyone else. Three hours he'd be here… He wasn't even sure if it was possible for the body to withstand something like this for so long. He was visibly shaking before the machines were even activated.

 

Nothing could have prepared him for being fucked by a machine. He wanted to scream, but naturally was prevented from doing so. Three hours… The lights went off after what felt like an hour, but Loe knew it had been a few minutes at most. Aerlan wanted sweat, tears, and cum, and the first two came very quickly. His nipples were really aching after fifteen minutes.

 

Loe was right about his limits, because it had been nearly an hour before he came the first time. After that, he was in just a haze, any mental barriers that had prevented his arousal before was barely a factor. His mouth and throat was sore and numb now, and so was his abused hole. But the ferocity it struck his prostate, even if he barely registered it though touch, the surge it sent through his body was enough to make his second orgasm only take another half hour. After that, he really was spent, and at the start of the third hour, his cock was flaccid. He regretted not holding back earlier, so that maybe he would have had enough to give Aerlan at least one orgasm when he came to fuck him.

 

But his body proved to be surprisingly resilient, and by the time Aerlan returned at the end of the three hour-sentence, not only was Loe still conscious, he was hard again.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Aerlan was a man - or, rather, demon - of his word. He came back to his pet three hours later just as he'd promised. He flicked on the lights without any warning, his eyes falling upon his pet in the middle of the room. Gorgeous... Watching him continue to be fucked by machines for a couple more minutes, the demon stood against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest. There seemed to be bodily fluids everywhere he could see. He'd have to clean Loe's nipples and piercings when he was done with his punishment...

 

Slowly, as if attempting to draw out the punishment for as long as possible, the demon walked over to his pet. First he turned off the machine that was placed to Loethene's mouth, slowly pulling it away to let Loe let out the sounds he undoubtedly couldn't release at all up until now. His jaw was bound to be sore, too... Next, Aerlan walked over to the other's back, turning the machine there off as well, letting the dildo slip out of his abused hole. "Do you remember what you have to do now?" The demon asked, keeping the elf's arms tied behind his back. He had no intentions of untying them just yet.

 

He reached down, unbuttoning his pants slowly. After Loe was done begging for forgiveness, Aerlan would have him try to make the demon hard. If he wasn't that way after hearing him, of course. Only then would he fuck the elf - and what came after would all depend on how good his pleading was. He didn't mind leaving Loe here for longer... But it was a little bit boring without him. He wanted to have a toy to play with.

[Noise Prince]

Loethene might have jumped at the lights suddenly coming back on, if he wasn't almost completely fastened into place. He had never been so relieved to see a demon in his life than right now. But Aerlan hadn't come to 'rescue him' right away, and instead let the machines continue to run and fuck him. Loe's eyes and nipples stung from the sweat dripping from his body, his hair stuck to his skin in thick clumps of wet strands. His lips, his throat, his tongue, and his ass felt raw and numb. He felt awful, he felt disgusting.

 

Finally, finally, Aerlan walked forward, but after waiting so long, Loe wasn't sure if he was going to stop the machine or do something more to him, but Aerlan did stop the machine. It was a weird feeling to not have the giant dildo pulsing in his mouth and throat, stranger still to have it removed. It had stopped while it was fairly deep in his throat, so having it removed so slow was almost agony. He gasped deeply and let out a sob he'd had in the back of his throat for three hours, a broken, desperate cry, the sound almost eerie since he kept his mouth wide open, as it was too sore and stiff to move easily. He sputtered for a moment before getting enough air in his lungs the second time.

 

The machine in the back was turned off and for the first time in three hours, Loe knew stillness. It was so foreign, but such a release, such a comfort his sobs renewed in gratefulness rather than self pity. He forced jaw to close a little, trying to prepare to talk.

 

"Y-yes… M-Master please forgive me… please, please…" He whimpered. Now would be a good time release pleasing pheromones. Intellectually he understood that a demon really would be none the wiser about it, but even the idea of Aerlan suspecting it terrified him into staying honest, using only the bearing on his soul. He stifled a cry, trying to concentrate on words. His hole must be red and swollen, and Aerlan was looking right at it… he couldn't think about that now, though. He had to convince him to accept his apology.

 

"Please… please… I-I'm so sorry… so sorry… I didn't know i-it would upset you so… please… I'll do as you say, I won't di-disobey you a-again, Master…please, please forgive me… I-I can't handle any more of these… please..." His hands flexed against their restraints, his fists balled up in a futile, powerless display.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

The first broken up sob that left Loethene's mouth brought immense satisfaction to Aerlan. He still adored torturing his little sluts, of course he did. Seeing the elf cry made him feel amazing alone, but making him sob... That was a whole new level of pleasure that was brought upon him. How could he resist putting his pet to this kind of a punishment again if this was what he got afterwards? He wanted to see this over and over again... Yet it would get boring with time. That was no good.

 

Aerlan watched his pet with only a glint of the same sickly amusement in his eyes as he attempted to beg for his forgiveness. Sadly, only attempted to. "You're saying all the wrong things, slut. You don't matter. I don't care that you didn't know... And I certainly don't give a fuck about whether or not you can handle any more of these. It's... Truly a shame." He sighed quietly, tilting his head to one side. "I can't be nice to you now. You're too comfortable around me already." The demon murmured, reaching down to his pants once more. This time, he pulled the zipper up and finished buttoning up his pants. "I'm giving you two minutes to beg for forgiveness again. Don't think your punishment will be over if I do forgive you, though..." He trailed off, pulling out a chair from the corner of the room to sit on, his firm gaze turning to his pet. "Start now. Make it believable."

 

What Aerlan wanted to hear from Loethene was not only how sorry he was for acting out, but what he was willing to do to get back on the demon's good side. He wanted to see the elf completely disregard any pride he had left. And, most importantly, he wanted him to only speak of things beneficial to Aerlan. There could not be any self defense or self pity. If the elf mentioned either one of these at least once, he was done for. The two hours would be added, just as Aerlan had planned. If Loethene did succeed, he'd only get a whipping. At least that would be done sooner.

[Noise Prince]

Loethene's face crumbled upon rejection, terrified. Now that he was free from the endless machines, he couldn't imagine having to face another two hours of them. He started to feel woozy. Of course… of course he didn't matter to him. He didn't care if he was suffering or his limits. That's why he was here in the first place. Of course, this wasn't about him at all, but about Aerlan. He wasn't being punished for vocalizing his limits, he was being punished for not being entertaining enough. Loe certainly wasn't comfortable with him, but it was only more troubling that Aerlan thought that. Loe wished he hadn't been so reluctant to accept the few, if humiliating, kindnesses he offered before. He'd turned up his nose because he wanted to be left alone instead, but for the past three hours he'd only wanted to be back at his side, in his good graces. Pools of tears fathered in his eyes again. Two minutes. He had two minutes.

 

"M-Master… please, I'm sorry…" He choked back a cry softly. "I re-really, really am… I-I'm sorry for a-acting selfishly, I am please… please… please forgive me, please… I-I want to make you happy a-again… please, I-I'll do whatever I can… j-just please… please…"

 

Loe sobbed, and squirmed against the ground as much as he could, with his tender nipples and piercings pressed against the tile, now warm and wet from his body. He couldn't tell if Aerlan was moved or tempted or even further angered by his second attempt. Loe's skin felt close to boiling, he was so hot.

 

"S-see… I-I'm hard… I-I've resisted coming for twenty minutes or so be-because I thought it would please you when y-you came back for me, Master… I really want to please you… please… please forgive me… forgive me. I'm sorry…"

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Aerlan's amusement had begun growing once more. Seeing the elf sob and beg for forgiveness in such a shameful way was very entertaining... Loethene was trying so hard, and yet he still failed to bring Aerlan what he wanted. It wasn't enough, it wasn't the right wording... However, his pet's confession completely cut off his escape to a lesser punishment.

 

"...You mean to say you disobeyed a direct order from me while being fully aware of the order." He spoke quietly, his eyes narrowing. "You do remember what I wanted to see, don't you? Tears, sweat and cum. Why would you think that resisting to cum would be favorable for you?.. I can't tell whether you're truly a dumb bitch or if you're purposely trying to disobey me." He frowned deeply, roughly kicking his pet over to lay on his back. "You don't think, slut. You don't assume. You will be told exactly what is expected of you, and that cannot be changed. Am I clear this time?" The demon asked harshly, looking down at the other with a disappointed look in his eyes.

 

"What am I supposed to do with you now? You don't deserve me yet. You don't seem to be capable of realizing what you're supposed to be here." Aerlan sighed, thinking out loud. "Perhaps overwhelming your body with pleasure isn't the way to go here." He frowned, pushing his hands into his pockets. "I can't think of anything better tonight, though... That's a shame. I suppose I'll just have to go up a couple of sizes to really get the message through." Aerlan spoke quietly, looking down at the other. In this position, he wouldn't have a dildo going to his mouth anymore. He'd have a simple gag in instead.

 

The demon pushed the machine towards Loethene again, removing the dildo from the end, only to add another, significantly longer and thicker one instead. This one had small, hard bumps all over the surface, which would create more friction inside. "Now, before I start, tell me what I should be able to find once I get back again. Three things." He asked, applying a thin coat of lube over the toy before pressing it against Loe's hole. He strapped his pet down to the floor, keeping his arms behind his back even when he was laying on it. His legs were forcefully spread out, ankles strapped to the floor as well. Aerlan got the gag he intended to use - it was the same one he'd given his pet during his nap, meaning it had bits of dirt and dust collected on it. Of course, that didn't matter to him. He had to get the message through in any way he thought possible.

[Noise Prince]

Loe's eyes widened, and he shook his head as much as he could. The darkness returned in Aerlan's eyes, just when he thought he was earning his forgiveness. He felt hopeless again, trapped. He had tried, he thought it would be enough. He thought he'd be in the clear, that Aerlan would forgive him now. He had taken for granted how fond he was of him earlier, that first impression wasn't enough now, evidently.

 

"B-but I did cum…" Loethene whispered pleadingly. "I did…" His heartbeat pounded in his ears as Aerlan walked over to him, and swiftly kicked him over, so he was on his back, on top of his arms. Fresh hot tears sprung to his eyes, fearing another two hours of what he just had to endure. Loethene stared up at Aerlan, wearing a broad grimace. He nodded fervently when he was prompted. He was petrified, but he wanted to look away. This was worse than seeing the anger in his eyes, the looming disappointment. Up until now, acting or speaking incorrectly was funny to him, but Loe was realizing it was conditional.

 

"P-please…" His voice cracked, knowing it was worthless to beg with him, his body shook again, unable to think of having to endure even worse. Something bigger… he prayed he didn't intend the same for his mouth. What he had just removed was nearly too large for Loe as it was. Anything bigger would break him, especially thrusting at those speeds. Of course, he didn't have much more faith in his ass that it could take much bigger, either. But there Aerlan was, repositioning the machine that would fuck him in the ass, placing a larger, longer cock at the business end.

 

"Tears, sw-sweat… a-and cum." Loe tearfully responded. He didn't resist Aerlan at all, but Aerlan was still very rough with him as he fastened restraints around him, keeping him to the floor. His legs were spread our for the machine, his ankles bound to the ground. His body quaked against the floor and restraints.

 

It was a small relief that Aerlan was going to gag him with cloth instead, until he saw that it was the same one he used before. It had gotten considerably dirty. He almost gagged at the thought of it being in his mouth.

 

"Please… I'm sorry…" He couldn't do anything else, despite how pointless it was at this point. He had nothing else, and once he was gag he wouldn't even have this.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Aerlan nodded when his pet stuttered out what was wanted of him. "Yes... I don't mind if you piss yourself, but you'll have to clean that mess up yourself." He muttered out, forcing the dirtied cloth into his mouth, fastening it around his head again. Perhaps once he came back again Loethene would be capable of pleasing him properly. The demon walked to his pet's ass, leaning down to turn on the machine. While now it thrust the dildo in and out of his body a little bit slower, the size of it would make up for the lack of speed. Besides, it was still hitting his prostate in the best angle.

 

"Two hours." Aerlan reminded his pet and left the room once more, turning off the lights behind him. He was getting bored... Therefore, he decided to take a nap. And surely, he managed to sleep for more than the two hours he'd promised. Waking up a tad groggily, the demon stretched, taking a quick glance at the clock only to realize that more than four hours had passed since he left Loethene in the room for the second time. Well... That was a shame, but it couldn't be undone now. Since he'd broken his promise about leaving the elf there for only two hours, this would be the end of his punishment.

 

Aerlan made his way to the room again, turning on the light as his gaze fell upon his pet. "You're done." He spoke, slowly walking towards Loe to turn off the machine, unbind him and take out the gag. The demon looked down at Loethene, a quiet sigh parting his lips. "I can't let you walk around like this. You need a bath." He muttered out, stretching his arms up above his head. Could the elf even crawl by himself in this state? He'd never left his pets with this punishment for seven hours before... He hoped he didn't break Loethene too much. Though such an experience must have been traumatic, to say the least, he still had hopes that the elf's spirit was stronger than that.

[Noise Prince]

Loethene couldn't really tell that the machine was pulsing in slower, from his end, but he could certainly feel the difference with the new dildo. His eyes widened, his back arched as much as it could, before settling back down, a long, pathetic whimper was muffled behind the cloth gag. The dildo went in even deeper, striking where he hadn't been rubbed to numbness, and new sensations surged through his body. The light was turned off, and Loe knew he was, once more, left completely alone.

 

Two hours… two hours of this. Loe didn't view this punishment as an overwhelming sense of pleasure, as Aerlan described this, and now it was certainly less so. Instead, it was more akin to a relentless beating, with an addition to drumming against his prostate so it seemed like pleasure. It was humiliation. It was torture, being strapped down, and forcibly fucked by a machine with the biggest thing he'd ever had pushed inside of him, a dirty rag in his mouth, numb and sore and defeated, and yet he was erect. Fifteen minutes in, he came.

 

After he came the second time, halfway through the two hours, he passed out. The machine didn't seem to notice.

 

When he awoke again, he hadn't known how much time had passed, but it was well past an hour beyond what Aerlan had told him. He had no way of knowing. He woke up to the worst pain he had felt yet, and felt his cum caking to his skin. Did he cum more while unconscious? Was that possible? He didn't know, he didn't care. He hoped it was close to the end of his two hours, though. Even more than after the end of his three hours, he couldn't wait for Aerlan to return. He thought he could apologize and be back at his side, crawling behind him or sitting awkwardly at his side. After another hour, he blacked out again, but in more of a trance this time. He felt the time pass. He felt himself finally drain out, a final, sad orgasm before his body became just a form being senselessly brutalized.

 

When Aerlan returned, and turned the light on, Loe jumped, gasping through his gag. This time, Aerlan didn't watch him by the doorway, he turned off the machine. He unbound him, and then removed his gag. This time, he didn't gasp for air and sob, like the first time. He had done enough of that in the four hours he'd been here, at least while he was conscious. Now, he didn't feel the a relief as the first time Aerlan came back. Even though he was told he was done, he still expected to be made to beg forgiveness, to hope his pleas made him hard enough to make him want to fuck him. And the hundred swats, for failing the first time.

 

Instead, he'd be taken to the baths again? Maybe he'd be whipped after. Maybe Aerlan had lost the urge to fuck him at all. But he couldn't think straight. He had faith that he'd be able to drag himself down to the baths again, though. As fatigued and destroyed as he felt, he had the strength to do so, if he had his arms to rely on. Standing in the bath might be a challenge though.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Aerlan's mood was going a bit sour the more he observed his pet. He looked absolutely spent, he wasn't even crying anymore. It was like there was only a shell left of Loethene now... Ah, well. Maybe he'd recover after some sleep. Deciding that he wasn't in the mood to wait for the elf to drag himself to the bath, Aerlan picked his pet up into his arms, grimacing at the layer of sweat and cum over his body. He'd have to put his clothes away as soon as possible now.

 

Without a single word, Aerlan carried Loethene over to the bathroom, laying him in the bath tub. He turned on the water, letting the tub fill up while he himself stripped out of his clothes and tossed them over to the corner. "Wash yourself." He ordered curtly, in the meantime walking out of the room to dress up. When he returned, the demon was wearing a full suit again - a black button-up shirt with a dark purplish-red jacket and matching pants. He fixed his black tie, looking over Loethene. Aerlan intended on leaving his pet alone at home for some time while he got some work done. Loethene was in no condition to entertain him right now anyway, so why not do something useful instead?

 

"Are you done?" He asked, pushing one hand into the pocket of his pants. "Or do you want to soak here for longer?" He added a question a couple moments later, tilting his head to the side slightly. Truth be told, he felt a little bit bad for leaving Loethene alone in that room for such a long time. Perhaps because of that he felt inclined to treat his little pet a bit better. He'd even leave some snacks and drinks for him to replenish his strength... Anything to make him ready for Aerlan when he got back. He really hoped that Loe would be able to bounce back after this. If not, he wouldn't be any fun anymore. Guess this was the first big test for the elf to go through.

[Noise Prince]

Loethene was still in a very hazy state, but he could see that Aerlan still wasn't too happy. It made him feel a little bitter. What more could the demon possibly expect from him? Of course, if he demanded an apology, Loe wasn't sure if he could give him one. It wasn't just that he wasn't sure what more he could try to say, but that he didn't think he could physically speak. His thoughts were barely formed words buzzing in his head. He blinked, and he found himself in Aerlan's arms when he opened his eyes again. He almost wanted to hold onto him. Loe had wondered at one point if Aerlan had left him to die here.

 

His body probably felt tense, and gross. He had built up quite a good deal of residue over several hours. If he had the energy, he might have been embarrassed. In what felt like another blink, Aerlan had brought him to the bathroom, and placed his shaky body into the bath. Aerlan stripped himself, but instead of joining him, he left Loe alone as the tub filled up. Loe wasn't sure if he wanted him to stay or to leave.

 

But he did feel foolish for hating it when Aerlan washed him earlier. He had viewed it as some humiliating punishment, seeing it as if Aerlan did it because it pleased himself to see how uncomfortable Loe was. Well, he wasn't here to see it now. Dorons had very rigid social rules when it came to nudity and intimacy, something nonexistent after he was captured and enslaved. It was much more pronounced here with Aerlan. But after being told to wash himself so curtly, being left alone after so many hours, after Loe had fallen so far from his master's graces, it made him the most uneasy he had ever been to be alone, naked, bathing. He did wash himself, only after he drank the water from the faucet, his mouth felt like sand. He was especially ginger with his nipples as he washed himself. His whole body, that felt so stiff and disgusting and achey, felt so much better once the layer of grime was removed. His hips and abdomen were still brutally sore, but he could move his legs much easier. He didn't realize how little he had been able to move his face until he felt it when his expression softened into relief. The water felt like a warm embrace.

 

Aerlan did not take hours to return this time. He looked incredibly sharp when he did, wearing a crisp suit, like when he first received Loe. He remembered how earlier the demon contemplated showing Loe off, and he was worried that he intended to do that now, and was dressing up for his friends.

 

If Loe was as daring as he was seven hours ago, he would have told him he'd like to stay in a while longer to soak more. But he wasn't exactly sure if that was a real option, or if he'd further fall out of favor. He shook his head, and forced himself to stand, using his arms to push himself up most of the way, as his insides wouldn't be able to withstand it without doing so.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Aerlan looked down on the elf, his lips pulling into a tight frown. He let Loethene climb out of the bath himself, purely because he didn't want his suit to get wet from his pet. He took a towel, walking up to the other to dry off his body and hair. Once that was taken care of, Aerlan swiftly lifted him up into his arms once more, this time carrying him off to his bedroom. He placed him back inside the glass cage, but left it unlocked. The demon breathed in slowly, then exhaled before turning to get a blanket, throwing it over Loethene's body.

 

"I can't say for how long I will be gone. Until I come back, I'll have a maid come and check up on you every hour. You may ask for food and drink if you feel the need to. If there is something else you may desperately need, knock on the door and someone will come." He explained, walking around the room as he collected some small items to place into his pockets. "I hope you're smart enough not to touch anything in the room. You may observe, but don't touch a single thing. You may sleep only in your cage." He continued, patting over his pockets to make sure he had everything. Once he was certain of that, the demon turned to face his pet once more.

 

"Be good while I'm gone. Rest up so you're ready to greet me properly when I do get back." The demon's voice seemed to be a bit softer than usually. He walked up to Loethene, lightly taking his chin to press a kiss to his lips. "If you get lonely, ask the maid to stay with you. I'm sure she'll think of something." He muttered out quietly, lightly running his hand over the other's damp hair before leaving the room. Aerlan called one of the maids over, ordering her to stay by the room and make sure his pet got whatever he wanted as long as he stayed inside the room. It was only fair after what he'd accidentally been made to go through.

 

Rather surprisingly, Aerlan didn't get back for a few days. No one in the mansion seemed to find that too odd, however. Everyone worked as usual, and the maid continued to check up on Loethene even at night. It was almost as if she didn't sleep at all. Even if the elf didn't ask, she brought in some food at seven in the morning, at two in the afternoon and at seven in the evening for Loe to eat. She wouldn't leave until he had finished whatever was on the plate - and that was usually warm, delicious meals.

 

At last, the doors of the mansion opened and closed with a loud thud. Aerlan walked through the halls, throwing away his tie after taking it off. He looked dead tired. The demon continued removing his clothing piece by piece until he was bare naked - right next to his bedroom. Where he walked, there wasn't a single soul left. He opened the door to his bedroom, barely looking at Loethene as he walked straight to his bed, falling on top of it with an exhausted sigh. Just like that, he fell right asleep. He didn't look anything like he usually did. His hair was messy, his skin was dirty - and beginning to turn grey. Bit by bit, there seemed to be lumps forming all over his body. Just as slowly, one by one, the lumps grew, opening to reveal eyes. There wasn't only one at his neck - no, this time, they were everywhere from head to toe. And all of them seemed to be staring right at Loethene. Aerlan wasn't often found in a form this close to his original one. Perhaps this was why all of his other servants avoided him.

[Noise Prince]

Loethene reached for the towel Aerlan had in his hands, but the demon started to dry him himself. Now, he remembered why he felt so embarrassed earlier while being bathed. There was something humiliating about being an adult, especially and adult Doron, and having someone else bathe and dry you. Of course, it was much more welcomed now, and he certainly wasn't going to pout, or let his pride dominate his feelings of gratitude now. Loe felt more confident in his ability to move than Aerlan did, as he picked up his slave once again, carrying him back towards the bedroom. The glass cage looked like sanctuary now.

 

The cage was left unlocked, and Aerlan tossed a thick, soft blanket over Loe's naked body. It almost felt unusual not to be exposed. He looked up, his eyes regaining a shine to them, color had returned to his cheeks after the warm bath. The emptiness in his face was gradually being replaced.

 

Loethene frowned, slowly moving his lower lip into his mouth, lightly biting it. He didn't like the sound of being left for yet another prolonged period of time, though it would be substantially more pleasant than how it was like previously. Plus, food and drink wasn't a privilege to sneeze at. He nodded in understanding.

 

He watched as Aerlan roamed the room, picking up an odd thing here and there and sticking them into his pockets. It was a little hard to take in exactly what he was saying, he looked fairly awestruck. He was not only leaving him alone for an unknown amount of time, but he'd also be fed, and have the freedom to walk around the room? When Aerlan took his chin and kissed his lips, Loethene resisted slightly for half a moment, not out of any rebellion, but out of shock, before kissing him back. This time it didn't feel like he was trapped.

 

"Thank you, Master," Loe answered with a small, breathy voice before the demon left him. His rules were simple: Sleep only in the cage, don't touch anything, rest, and wait. This much he could do, especially with the absence of any machine behind him. He nestled with the blanket, ready to take a nap right that moment, but after everything, he was almost too fatigued to fall asleep. It wasn't long until the maid first came in. Loe asked for water.

 

After he drank, he was able to fall asleep. When he woke, he felt famished. He knocked on the door, as Aerlan told him to, though he didn't realize it was because there would be staff right outside. He was so alarmed by how quick she came in he almost told her he didn't need anything. But he did ask for food. She brought him some sort of creamy soup. It was really warm. Savory. Loe thought she brought him something light since he wouldn't be feeling like eating too much, which he was thankful for, but it turned out it was because a meal was already being prepared for him. When it was brought up, he almost couldn't finish it. The maid didn't leave until he did, which was pretty embarrassing since Loe still wasn't accustom to being nude around others, and all he had was a blanket. None of the staff so far seemed to mind, or to gawk, but that only made him more nervous.

 

The maid seemed rather severe, with strong facial features, and she barely spoke. But every hour when she'd check in on him, Loethene realized that she was just soft-spoken, and when he asked for her company at one point, she was very kind with him. And she did end up seeing him naked a few times, when he wandered the room to look at things without the blanket wrapped around him for modesty, but she just left for a few seconds, then returned as if it never happened.

 

She was very nice, but Loe couldn't help but wonder about Aerlan, even though his kindness seemed so conditional. He didn't ask about him, though he was tempted. Almost every meal brought to him was warm and filling, finer than most of anything he'd had in his life up to now. He felt incredibly spoiled now. He wondered if maybe the reason he was left alone for so long with that machine was because of some kind of mistake, and this was Aerlan trying to make up for it. Before now, he had to please him a great deal before getting a few morsels. Whatever the reason, he was grateful for it now.

 

Loe spent most of his time sleeping in the cage. Those seven hours really took a toll on him, and even just going around looking at the room fatigued his mind, since there were so many ornate and fanciful things Aerlan kept in his room, and he wasn't accustom to such lavishness and displays of wealth. And even then, he was growing a little bored with bothering the maid for company, and staring at the fine things Aerlan owned. At one point, he made the error of touching the tulle of the window dressing out of curiosity, and ended up spending most of the rest of the day in the cage, feeling like he betrayed Aerlan's trust. Would he be able to tell? Would he mad when he returned? He fell asleep, and ended up forgetting about it, for the most part. His body was healing, as was his spirit. He felt so calm, but he still oddly missed Aerlan, even though he knew it was his absence that brought him to this point, even if he was also the reason for it as well.

 

Aerlan left him for days this time. But he did return, as he promised. Loethene had been struggling to read a book the maid had brought. It was in their common language, but Loethene wasn't very literate in it, so it was a challenge. Aerlan's return was met with an eerie quiet, Loe could tell something was different. He almost wanted to knock on the door, though if he did he might not have been answered.

 

Aerlan came in, and went straight for his bed. Loe held his breath, he'd never seen him in such a state before. He fell onto the bed, untouched since his departure, and stayed almost motionless. He seemed to have lost some of his color. But his skin moved, lumps moved about and formed, before they opened- like eyelids- revealing dark, sinister eyes. They seemed to be staring at Loe. He was almost too scared to move, but he found himself peeking his head out from the cage. He knew he was a shapeshifter, but something about this felt wrong.

 

"Master?" He whispered towards the figure on the bed.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Every single pupil of his eyes turned into slits at the sound. A low, rumbling growl seemed to come from the demon - like an ominous warning of some sort. He did not wake, he didn't even move. Every couple moments or so his shape would distort a little bit, making the outlines of his body appear fuzzy and undefined. It seemed like Aerlan was losing his shape, like he would dissolve into nothing.

 

The door opened slowly, with the maid entering the room - quietly, careful not to make a single sound. She motioned for Loe to follow her out, tossing a worry-full gaze at her Master. Once both of them were outside, she breathed out quietly, lightly cupping the elf's cheek. "It is not safe to be there with him right now. If he was to change completely, you would most certainly not live." She spoke quietly, although her wording was a tad odd, to say the least. "Come. He will take some time to wake. You are to wait for him to be ready." She added, taking the other's hand to lead him to the living room. Her hands were cold, like stone. All in all, she didn't look quite human. As a matter of fact, she didn't even look alive.

 

"Sit." The maid spoke up again after they'd reached the room, motioning to the couch. "Wait." She added just as quickly, then left. When she returned, she had some lube and a medium-sized dildo in her hands. "Prepare yourself for when Master wakes. He will want you." She warned Loe, placing the items next to him. After doing so, she was gone. It didn't even seem that she'd walked out of the room - she simply vanished into thin air when Loe wasn't looking, or when he blinked. Everything went eerily quiet once more.

[Noise Prince]

Loe froze in place, a shiver crawled up is spine, but he ignored it, he was completely frozen. The eyes stayed focused on him, but the rest of Aerlan's body didn't seem focused on anything, almost like water that was greatly disturbed by some force or another. It looked so unnatural, and almost painful.

 

After what felt like forever, the door opened. Loe noticed from the corner of his eye, but he was still petrified in place, staring at Aerlan's form. He knew why she was here, though, and he took the blanket out of habit, which was good since the castle would be colder than usual, and quickly followed her out, as quietly as he could. He'd never stood this close to her before, he'd usually had been looking up at her, he didn't think she'd be shorter than him. The maid cupped his cheek. It wasn't to surprising that he was dangerous like this, but being so close to death without fully realizing it was still a very scary prospect. Loethene followed her, and noticed how hold her hand was before she moved it from his cheek and into his hand.

 

Loethene took a seat on the couch he was lead to when the maid instructed him to. He felt he was in such a daze, he didn't quite react when she handed him the dildo and a bottle of lube. In a proper state of mind, he would be standardly horrified. Being a pet was not a private affair, but Doron still wasn't use to it. It would bother him a good deal later.

 

The maid had left, or vanished, Loe was fixated on the dildo and the lube. It was the smallest one he had seen here. But still, the idea of preparing himself for Aerlan… he didn't know what Aerlan would be coming in. And he didn't know how long he had. Loethene kept himself wrapped in the blanket for a few minutes, to gather his nerves, before opening the bottle of lube. He hadn't had the luxury of preparing himself before now.

 

He was careful not to spill or drop any lube, though he was more generous with himself than Loe typically was. He coated his opening as well as the toy. He wasn't sore at all, something that was a little surprising. Loe hadn't exactly been checking these past few days, so he hadn't realized just how well he recovered. He pushed the toy in slowly. He felt it, which also surprised him. He was so used to being numb as well. He felt it slide over his prostate, and deeper, slowly spreading himself apart. It felt good. Not just sexually, but just having something he could feel, that he was in control of. That felt good. He slowly pulsed it back and forth, gingerly, until he got it all the way in, the base nestled against the opening. Loethene sighed, and lied down on his side. He knew this relief and calm would be short-lived, and he wasn't sure what Aerlan would do when he came for him.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Aerlan didn't wake for several hours. It was obvious he needed to replenish his strength. Whatever he was doing while out consumed a lot of energy, it seemed. The other servants seemed to be aware of what had to be done until their Master woke up, however. In the living room, where Loe was as well, one by one people carried in various things - mostly food and drink. There was a big bottle of expensive red wine and a glass filled with it as well, plates of small snacks and a separate, smaller plate with what appeared to be fresh meat. Fresh enough to still have blood over it. One of the maids took away Loethene's blanket and set the lube aside as well, while instructing the elf to stay on the couch until Aerlan came to him.

 

The demon finally woke. His bedroom door opened with a slow creak, while his steps echoed through the silent mansion halls. He walked downstairs, still not fully back to his usual form. While the eyes had disappeared, his skin still appeared to be of a greyish color. Aerlan went straight to the living room, his eyes completely black as he turned his attention to Loethene. His lips parted, a low, lustful and needy growl slipping past them. The demon walked towards him, still fully naked, pinning him down onto the couch before yanking the toy out of his body. "I'm back..." He whispered out, but even these words ended up echoing through the room.

 

Aerlan slammed straight into his pet's body, holding his wrists tightly, keeping him from moving at all while he abused his body with more energy than he'd ever shown before. Pressing his lips against the other's neck, the demon's body shuddered slightly before his fangs sunk into his soft flesh, his thrusts beginning to aim even deeper, his cock pulsing and enlarging in excitement. This was why he needed to have a pet after work... He could use all of his rage and frustration to fuck, rather than destroy things. That wasn't to say he hadn't destroyed his pets, however. He had. Quite many, too. His hands slid down the elf's body to grip his hips, roughly spreading his legs apart as he turned violent, throwing away any gentleness that had been in him. The way he fucked Loethene now was even harder than the machines had. His skin rippled, as if his eyes were attempting to emerge again, but now he could control that. Finally...