Gifts of Affection

“…Master.”



Vaen opened his eyes groggily. “Huh?” He looked to his side. “Senna?”



The blood elf lay sleeping beside him, her arms still wrapped around his chest. Her peaceful face rested against him, a remnant of a smile still on her lips.



“Hm.” Vaen looked up into the sky. The moon was still high in the night. The forest creaked with the sounds and chatter of nocturnal activity. He could hear grasshoppers chipping. He looked back down, stroking Senna’s golden hair cascading down his chest. He closed his eyes again, ready to embrace sleep again.



“…Master.”



Vaen’s eyes flared open. He looked around, peering into the trees. His hand slowly crept down to the ground, searching for his scabbard. He felt a tug. He knew right away. His hands grabbed the black-bound tome, bringing it up to his lap. Senna still slept blissfully against his chest. The tome cracked open as he thumbed it, its ancient binding creaking as it opened bare to him. The pages were crusty and yellowed, as if they were thousands of years old. Unassuming black script flowed down the pages in a language he didn’t recognize.



“Did this thing talk to me?” He asked out loud, his brow raised.



“Yes. I am a tome of power. Only the holder can hear me.”



“Is this a dream?” Vaen looked around before he pinched himself. “Ow!”



The telepathic voice in his head started again. “I assure you it is not a dream, Master. Below you sleeps the object of your affection. In the morning, you intend to release her.”



“…Testing. Testing.” Vaen thought. He raised an eyebrow as he stared at the book, his lips unmoving.



“I can hear you, Master. We communicate through thought. No one can hear me but you.”



“What do you want?” Vaen’s features made obvious his suspicion as he glanced at the book.



“I do not want anything, Master. I am a merely a grimoire, after all. It is about what I can do for you.”



“Do you really think I’d want help from an evil book I grabbed off some hell creature?” Vaen’s curiousity was piqued. “Tell me why I shouldn’t just throw you into a lake right now.”



“Do you not agree, Master, that tools can neither be good nor evil? Is your sword good or evil?” Vaen glanced down at his blade. “Or is it the swordsman wielding it, that is good or evil?” The book paused briefly, continuing just as Vaen began to open his mouth to protest. “What I offer you, Master, is knowledge. What you choose to do with it is up to you.”



Vaen was silent for a moment. Slowly, the words came out of his mouth. He quickly closed his lips as he realized he was conversation in his mind. “Go on.”



“It concerns the Sin’dorei. Do you wish for my knowledge… Master?”



Vaen nodded. “I wish for advice.”



“Then I bestow this advice. Be wary of those you keep close to you. Never take them fully into your confidence, and never dilute your strength by sharing it. Many emperors I have know have done such, and I do not wish you to suffer the same fate."



Vaen shifted uncomfortably. The voice in his mind was silent. He looked down to Senna, her innocent face still nuzzling against him. She shifted in her sleep, her lips curling into a smile.



“Go on.”



“You wish for more advice, Master?”



“Yes.”



"Then I bestow this advice. Beware mercy. A turned back is no defense against an assassin's knife."



Vaen froze. Suddenly, Senna’s kris felt cold against his skin. He kept it sheathed in his belt, but now it seemed like it was poking into him.



“Why didn’t you stop me before? You had this… what were you thinking?” He realized the book could hear his thoughts. The tome made no reply.



“This book… there’s something about this book…” Vaen thought.



“Do you doubt my words, Master?”



Vaen forgot the book could hear him. He could feel a shiver running down his spine. “This is creepy.”



My words are truth, are they not, Master?”



Vaen searched himself, but could only nod. “Truisms.”



“Remember, Master. I am only a grimoire. You have the power to decide things. You are the one in control. “ The book paused. “You shape your own destiny… Master.” It felt like the book added that as an afterthought.



“I… I don’t think…”



“Knowledge is uncomfortable, Master. Great emperors and kings rule not by the might of their fist, but by their wisdom and knowledge. If this were easy, we would live in a wise and benevolent world. Alas, true knowledge is a gift.”



“Give me more advice.” Vaen could find no way to refute the book. It seemed perfectly logical. “I will judge for myself.” He quickly added.



"Then I bestow this advice. Beware the common view of love. Love must often be cruel in order so that it may rise above the merely sentimental."



Vaen felt a tightening in his chest.



“I’ve had enough.” He slammed the tome shut.



The noise startled the blood elf, as she slowly opened her eyes, yawning. “It’s still night, Vaen. Why are you up?”



Vaen quickly disguised his discomfort as he grinned at her. Somehow, she made things feel right again. His hand stroked her cheek. “I was just thinking about how you forgot to give me my reward for saving you, that’s all.”



Senna giggled as she climbed on top of him, playfully pushing his arms down. “Okay…” She lifted herself up until their faces were level. “A kiss for the big hero… killing the nasty dragon and saving the princess!” She pressed her lips up against his as she closed her eyes. He wrapped his arms around her body as he felt her soft, supple lips against his. It was bliss. Slowly, she parted her lips, opening her eyes.



Her voice was low. “Thank you again for releasing me, Vaen.” She began moving off him, away from his arms. “I knew you had a good heart.”



He tightened his grip, not allowing her to roll off him. His arms reached up to her back, gently pressuring her onto his chest.



“Hey…” She looked confused. “Vaen?”



“I don’t want to ever let you go…” He said playfully. “You’re such a good girl, Senna.” He looked into her emerald eyes. “You’re right for me.”



“Vaen…” She tried to keep up her smile.



“Senna… I don’t want to hurt you. But I don’t want to be hurt, either.”



“Vaen…” She began gently pushing against his chest. “…You’re not even making sense…”



“You make me feel so amazing Senna. When our bodies touch…” He tightened his embrace around her body, feeling her soft feminine curves pressing against him through her soft robe. “Kiss me again, Senna.”



She reluctantly pressed her lips against his cheek, giving him a peck. “Please Vaen… this isn’t funny…”



His hands grabbed the back of her head, pushing her down to his neck. “Don’t worry, Senna. I won’t do anything to your body. I just want to feel your kisses.” His hands pressed her lips against his neck as he craned to the other side.



“Mmm… Senna…” He moaned as she reluctantly licked the side of his neck. Tears began forming in her eyes as she wordlessly did as he commanded.



“Please, Vaen. Be gentle…”



He moved his hand off her head as she slowly lavished kisses on his skin. He peeled the linen undershirt off his chest as she kissed him.



""I'll be gentle. More.” He demanded. “Use your tongue, Senna.”



The golden-haired blood elf sobbed as she licked his collarbone. His hands guided her head downward. Frightened, she had no choice but to snake out her warm, moist tongue, licking his musculature.



“V-Vaen…” She looked tearfully up into his eyes.



“Don’t stop. “



He kissed circles around his pectorals, her soft pink lips pressed up against his hard flesh.



“Lick.”



Tears began dribbling down her cheeks as her tongue flicked out against his nipple. She pursed her lips around it, reluctantly suckling him. Her eyes started reddening as she slowly worked her way down his sculpted body, long trails of her saliva glistening on his skin. He pressed her head up against where the bruise on his body was.



She kissed the bruise over and over to his delight, her tears mingling with her saliva. Her tongue ran along the scars that dotted his body, as if her saliva were a healing salve. He held her hair back in a bundle as she worked her tongue down his body. She paused at his leggings. She peered up at him, her eyes begging.



“N-No… please…”



“Open it with your teeth.”



“Y-You said—“



“I said open it!” Vaen’s voice reverberated through the clearing.



The scared girl lowered her mouth down to his leggings, tears streaming down her cheeks as she wrestled with the button in her mouth. She could barely see through her tear-stained vision, but the way he raised his voice when he was unpleased frightened her. She fought back her choked sobs as she finally unbuttoned his leggings, pulling it down to his thigh. His powerful hips greeted her sight. She averted her eyes from what was directly in front of her.



“Open your mouth, Senna.” He commanded.



Her jaw trembled as she slowly complied, half-opening it, rivulets of her tears streaming down from her emerald eyes. He grabbed her head tightly with his hand, peering into her wet green eyes. Oh, how they looked in the shining moonlight.



“Lick.”



“V-Vaen…”



“I said lick!” His voice boomed.



“Y-you said you’d be g-gentle—“ She shrieked as he jerked on her hair, pulling it towards him so his throbbing shaft lay only a hair’s breadth from her nose. Her eyes stared at it in horror, transfixed as his long, thick cock pulsated in the air, twitching, again and again. Her eyes looked the massive horror up and down, the purple, mushroom shaped head of his cock slowly beginning to dribble precum down the long, bumpy shaft.



“I-I don’t know how…”



“Stick out your tongue. Now.”



She immediately complied. There was a hint of danger in his voice. Senna pressed the tip of her tongue up against the middle of his shaft, cringing as she sampled the salty taste of his flesh.



“More.”



She clenched her eyes as she slowly licked her way upwards, taking small, miniscule licks of his long shaft. She could feel it hardening on her mouth, lengthening… She could hear him groaning as she licked him. She slid her tongue down to the base of his shaft, slowly working her way up to the tip. She could feel his precum on her tongue. Her stomach churned. She wanted to vomit.



“You’re terrible at this. Let me help you.”



Her eyes flared open as she felt him ram his long, thick shaft of meat into her mouth. She immediately began choking as she felt the cock growing even longer in her hot mouth. He groaned as he felt her warm insides accept him, the heat off her cheeks, her confused tongue…



His hands grabbed hold of her hair as he began facefucking the blood elf, beginning to piston his girth into her hot little hole. He grinned as he watched his cock disappear in between her hot lips, pursed around his shaft. Her eyes were pitiful. Simply pitiful, he thought to himself. The way she looked at him pleadingly, begging him to stop… his lips curled into a grin.



She began gagging in earnest as he rammed his cock into her mouth with reckless abandon. Ropes of saliva dribbled down her chin and lips, swaying back and forth with the motion as he forced his shaft into her mouth. Each savage thrust elicited an approving groan as he freely enjoyed himself.



He pulled his shaft out in one swift motion, leaving her choking and gagging. Her eyes were fixed on his shaft, pulsing and throbbing with an urgent need. It was coated in her saliva, wet and smeared from base to tip. Vaen grabbed her shoulders, lifting her up and onto his lap. He hiked up the bottom of her robe, his fingers brushing across her bare ass cheeks underneath.



“N-Noo.. you said you wouldn’t… pleas—“



Her eyes widened in shock and agony as she felt herself impaled. “AHHHH!” She screamed as he dropped her slender body on top of his throbbing shaft. She thrashed as she felt the massive girth sliding into her like a snake, hot and slimy, violently forcing its way into her body…



She paused to take a breath, before her screams resumed in earnest.



“AHHHHH!”



Her body was wracked by sobs as he slowly buried his entire length into her, reopening old wounds as she could feel her inner walls being stretched apart by his thick girth.



“It hurts, please!” She clenched her eyes shut as the pain seared through. “Oh light, it hurts so much! PLEASE!” Her body began convulsing as he mercilessly sheathed himself to the hilt inside of her tight, dry pussy.



“Hnnnghh!!” Her hands braced down against her shoulders as she tried desperately squeezing him out, trying to lift herself off him. She gasped as she slowly freed himself from his thick cock, only to feel his arms grab her shoulders, shoving her down again.



“AHGHH!!” Her screams pierced the air as blood began trickling down the air-tight slit. “MERCY! PLEASE!”



Vaen’s eyes were completely consumed by his lust as he grabbed her arms, pushing them behind her back. He wrapped his arms entirely around her, encompassing her hands. Her body fell against his, her breasts rubbing against her bare chest through the fabric of her robe. His powerful hips slowly pulled out of her broken hole again, before viciously pounding back inside.



Her mind was completely drained of any coherent thought; she could only feel hot, searing pain as he savagely rammed himself home, again and again. Senna lost track of time as he ravaged her body, her mouth ajar as saliva drooled down her mouth, her eyes glazed as they emptily stared beyond him.



“Filthy little whore… you’re happy to get away from me?” Vaen’s spoke as if he were possessed by a demon. “This’ll teach you!”



He forced an especially cruel stroke into her small body, her body quaking as she felt the head of his cock slam against her cervix. Her body felt like glue as he violated places she didn’t even know existed. She took sharp breaths in between each violent thrust, inhaling right before his powerful hips robbed her body of breath. The sound of flesh crashing upon flesh filled the air, her skin reddened from the tremendous friction as he emptied his rage into her body.



“Mercy…” He grunted as he pumped himself inside. “…is for..” He grimaced as he began feeling the burning sensation on his shaft, searing into her tunnel. “…the weak…” He grunted as he felt her body going limp, her slender frame conquered.



He checked her eyes. Still alive. Good.



He pulled himself out of her broken hole, his hand guiding his reddened rock up against her half-open lips. He pushed himself deep into her mouth before throwing his head back.



He groaned loud as he erupted his thick ropes of his viscous white seed into her awaiting mouth, emptying himself with load after load of his virile cum. His hands grabbed hold of her neck, pushing her mouth up against him, her nose pressed against his crotch. “Drink it.” He commanded in between groans. “Swallow all of it!” His eyes looked down to her throat. Her eyes looked weak and broken, but he could see her muscles swallowing his cum, gulping down his seed obediently.



With a victorious grunt, he pulled himself from her lips, a strand of his cum still connecting the head of his cock to her pink lips. “Get dressed.”



He watched as she silently picked herself up, the blood still trickling down her pale thigh. She pushed the straps of the robe back onto her shoulders, pushing the robe back down her legs.



Vaen grabbed a length of rope from his gear.



“Kneel.”



He wrapped the rope around her neck, forming a tight loop around Senna’s neck as she watched, broken sobs preventing her from making any protest. He tied the other end to the tree trunk, leashing her like a dog.



“You know what’ll happen if you try to escape in the morning, don’t you?” His blue eyes held a sinister look.



She nodded.



Pleased, he went back to the tree trunk, thoroughly satisfied. He lay against the trunk, watching as she lay down, curling herself into a ball as she wept.



“I-I thought I could trust you, V-Vaen…” She whispered.



He thought for a second. “Call me Master now. I’ve grown to like it.” He smiled.