Death Knight's Pet

By the Naaru, what is going to happen to me? Ithilya thought, tears forming in her eyes as she watched her petite captor circle the bed once more. Her skin crawled as a clawed finger trailed along her side, following her soft curves from her breast down to her hip. Being unable to move was virtually driving her mad. Her alabaster skin was stained as her tears flowed down her cheeks, pooling in the edge of her ear before falling down to mat her dark blue curls.

She tried to move, to get away from the icy touch, but was, of course, still immobile. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to will everything away, to awake in her bed in the squire’s quarters of the Exodar. A soft chuckle wafted up to ring hollowly in her ears, setting her nerves on edge.

“You’re going to be fun, Pet. Such innocence, such hope, all mine to destroy…” The Gnome’s finger followed the girl’s jutting hipbone inwards, grazing the soft downy curls that had only recently begun to grow. Iexsera climbed up onto the bed, her short legs resting on either side of the girl’s waist as she faced away from her.

Powerful hands pushed apart Ithilya’s thighs, causing the girl to yelp in surprise and fear, her eyes opening in shock as she looked down at her captor. Her Mistress leaned forward, a hearty chuckle at the girl’s expense moving her small frame. “Yes, such fun…” she murmured as her fingers trailed along the inside of her Pet’s smooth thighs. She pressed down with her fingertips, digging in slightly with her nails, leaving bruises and shallow marks on the previously pristine skin.

Glancing over her shoulder, the Gnome swiped a stray strand of her russet hair from her face. Her frozen eyes assessed the girl’s face unemotionally, and she smiled. “Tell me, has anyone ever told you what it means to become a woman? What a man and a woman do together?” Ithilya’s face was pure confusion as she swallowed harshly. “N-no Mistress,” she whimpered, unable to turn away from the Death knight’s piercing gaze.

“Even more wonderful than I could have hoped for…” she purred, icy fingers reaching for the crux of the girl’s thighs. She turned to face away from the girl once more, breaking the visual contact. As she did so, Ithilya squeezed her eyes shut once more, her breathing harsh, on the verge of hyperventilating. “Uh, uh, uh… none of that. Calm your breathing, Pet,” her Mistress’ voice wafted up to her ears. She immediately felt her breathing settle back into a steady rhythm despite her tears.

Ithilya cried out in fear and surprise as a short finger parted the folds of her womanhood, the cold touch and chilly air wafting across previously unexposed flesh. She desperately longed to thrash, to fight against her captivity, but was being deprived of even that with this spell. “Please… Mistress…” she begged as tears flowed freely down her cheeks, soaking her hair and the mattress beneath. She didn’t even know what she was begging for. She was cold and scared and wanted nothing more than to go home.

“That’s enough, Pet. No more talking for now. I want enjoy my prize,” her Mistress said cruelly, her fingers continuing to explore the girl’s nether region. Ithilya’s mouth opened in a silent scream as two fingers plunged into her virgin tunnel, delving within thoroughly. Unable to scream, forced to breathe normally, virtually paralyzed, the only outlet for the poor traumatized girl was tears. I’m completely helpless, unable to do anything, utterly at her mercy, if she has such an emotion. The girl’s thoughts drifted, becoming more and more despaired by the second.

Her face contorted in silent pain as suddenly, the fingers evacuated her body, only to move to a more tender region. She felt her anus stretch and tear as the fingers were brutally forced within her. The Gnome continued her thorough exploration of the girl, her fingers pumping in and out of her Pet’s ass as her other hand moved to explore her pussy. As small as her Mistress was, she was able to force her entire hand within the tunnel with some work. She stopped just shy of the girl’s virgin’s barrier, but spread her fingers within. She moved to add more fingers to the girl’s ass until it was almost as stretched as her pussy.

“Fascinating. Such resilience and flexibility in your flesh. You’ll be a great fuck,” the Death knight said, looking over her shoulder with a wicked grin at the girl. A mixture of relief and confusion flooded Ithilya’s mind as her tunnels were suddenly and none too gently evacuated. Her muddled thoughts only became more confused as the weight lifted from her abdomen. She tried to look down, only to find her eyes suddenly forced shut.

She frantically searched for any sign she could come by of her captor, her ears and skin on alert. She heard a rustling sound off to the side, then the mattress began to creak and dip by her head. She could feel what little light there was in the room suddenly be blocked out, and felt the bed dip on her other side as something settled in over her face.

Her jaw was forced open and she gagged as something large entered her mouth. In her shock, she didn’t even realize she had been allowed to open her eyes again. Her view was blocked by something hanging in her face, the bridge of her nose being brushed by the coarse hair that covered it. She didn’t know what to make of the fleshy orbs dominating her vision, didn’t have time to analyze things as she suddenly felt whatever it was in her mouth begin to move in and out rhythmically.

Her small breasts were roughly grabbed and squeezed, the flesh kneaded like dough by the small, icy hands of her captor. Aches registered from various points on her body, her mind crying out in torment. She was having trouble breathing every time the…thing hit the roof of her mouth, leaving her virtually gasping as it emptied her orifice.

A rough voice sliced through her misery, her Mistress’ voice sounding different for some reason. “Ah, yes, that’s right. You have no idea what a cock is…” the Gnome grunted as she pushed forward. “That’s what’s in your mouth, Pet. My cock.” The taste of the Gnome’s flesh assaulted her tongue, her jaw aching from the rough attacks on her mouth.

Her eyes widened in shock and fear as suddenly she felt the large appendage push past the back of her mouth and down her throat. Her body’s natural reaction to gag and choke was thwarted by the enchantment, and she was forced to feel the beastly thing stretch her throat. The odd sacs that had been hanging above her face were now pressed firmly against her, forcing her to shut her eyes. Tears leaked out the corners as the death knight continued to face fuck her.

“Pet…unh…squeeze my breast gently…uhh…with your left hand,” her Mistress commanded as she pounded the girl beneath her. “Rub…unf…your throat with the other…unh…to stroke me in you…” Horrified, the girl found her hands moving of their own volition to follow the Gnome’s orders. Her right hand massaged her captor’s cock as it moved within her throat while the other one moved to more gently mimic the Death knight’s hands on her breasts.

Fondling her Mistress as instructed, Ithilya’s mind was in turmoil. How can I ever free myself if I can’t even get my body to obey me? Am I doomed to suffer like this forever? What is this that she’s doing to me? And what is this…cock…that she’s stuffing my mouth and throat with? She felt her hopes dwindle further as she found herself tweaking the Gnome’s nipple without even a verbal command this time.

They continued like this for what felt like an eternity to the abused girl. Suddenly, without any warning that she could tell, she felt the death knight stiffen, her small hands digging into the paladin’s tender breasts painfully. The Gnome above her yelled something roughly in a foreign language, thrusting a few more times into the girl’s orifice. Ithilya suddenly felt something hot hit her sore throat, sliding down the opened passageway. As her Mistress pulled out of her mouth gingerly, more of the strange fluid dripped onto the Draenei’s tongue. Her mind revolted in disgust at the taste, but had no outlet to express it.

The Gnome moved to stand straddling the girl, facing her. “Look at me, Pet,” she commanded, her icy gaze locked on the Draenei’s face. Ithilya looked at Iexsera as told, her eyes widening in surprise as she saw what she could only assume was the “cock” thing that had been shoved down her throat. It was huge! Jutting up proudly from the Gnome’s hips, the tip of it nearly reached her Mistress’ chin. It looked to be as wide as the death knight’s forearm at least. At its base was a sac of flesh covered in coarse hair… “Those are balls, Pet. Get used to seeing them, and my cock, as you will be doing a lot more than looking at them. Now that the edge of my horniness has been taken off, time for more fun…”


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I figured this was a nice breaking point as this smut "scene" is rather large. More up later! And wanderingaddict, sorry I didn't go indulge in more detail as I had promised. Was having issues finding good ways to work it in. I'll try harder next chapter.