Melinda's pet

Melinda's Pet
By: Bif Mayorga

Disclaimer: Characters are based on the intellectual property of Blizzard Inc. Character names are not based on any players or existing characters. Any similarity is purely coincidental.
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She picked up the scent about an hour ago as she was hunting. Food could wait, this was far more important. The scent was faint, but carried on the wind; it was a smell of dirt and grassland. A smell of windswept plains, the smell of Mulgore, it didn’t belong in the forests of Ashenvale. A tauren was here! She was intrigued. Taurens rarely ventured into Ashenvale unless part of a raiding party or involved with the Warsong clan’s deforestation activities.

She found him at the shore of Mystral Lake, alone. Observing him from the shadows her mind tried to digest what she saw. He was alone, downwind of Astranaar, easily giving his scent away to anybody with a sense of smell. He was also unarmed, aside from his fishing pole only a bedroll and knapsack were in his possession. He was humming a happy tune as he watched the bobber float on the surface of the calm water, oblivious to her presence.

Watching him a while longer she gathered that he was young, perhaps 17-18 seasons old, his body not yet fully developed into the mass of muscle and sinew that was his kind. He was a little gaunt when compared to the taurens she had encountered. She also gathered that he was inexperienced and naïve in the ways of warcraft, his senses dull, his mind unprepared for anything. She smiled to herself as an idea came to her. Sheathing her dagger and sword she instead reached into her belt and withdrew a weighted throwing knife, and procuring a vial from her backpack, coated the blade with a mercurial liquid.

The tauren bellowed in pain and fear as the knife found purchase in the meat of his shoulder. He dropped the fishing pole and spun around in circles looking for the source of his pain, and finding none, ran for his life. Giggling to herself at his complete lack of common combat knowledge she practically skipped behind the running tauren, knife still lodged in his shoulder. She didn’t have to run, she knew that he was done; the sedative was already coursing through his veins, his running only speeding the process along. She found him not too far ahead, lying face down in the leaves, out cold. Kneeling down she checked his pulse it was steady. Removing her knife she placed it back with the others in her belt. Standing upright she placed her index finger and thumb together to her lips and whistled, a short while later a large nightsaber appeared and walked up to her. She patted the giant cat on the head and pointed to the unconscious tauren. The great beast lowered itself and with some elbow grease and effort from both, the tauren was secured to the cat’s back, and they were on their way.

The boat docked at Teldrassil and she was on her way back home with little event. The tauren’s bed roll provided the perfect cover to disguise her “trophy” as she smuggled him through Darnassus and out to the wilds of central Teldrassil. After a little hiking she found herself at the door to her cottage. Kicking it open she dragged the sedated bull into her home and to the bedroom, and with a bit of lifting, flopped him onto her bed. Securing his arms and legs to the bed posts, she then led her saber back to the barn and fed the beast a sizeable hunk of meat for its efforts.

Slowly consciousness returned to the tauren, his mind foggy, unable to focus at first. The world finally returned to him and he found himself staring up at her face, smiling down at his.

“Finally awake I see! Does your wound still hurt you?”

He nodded at her. Looking around he realized that he was basically a prisoner. He began to squirm at his bindings and panic set in. She merely giggled at his fruitless struggle, her ties were expertly crafted and nothing short of a miracle would free him without her willing it so.

“Wha….what’s this?! Why….why am I here?! Why am I tied down?!”

“Well, you see, you were caught trespassing on Alliance territory. That’s a crime punishable by death!”

“Alliance? What are you talking about? I was just fishing at a pond! I meant no harm, I’m just out exploring!”

She shushed him with her finger. Making a “tsk” sound.

“Whether your intentions were malevolent or benign is of little concern to me. I’ve killed countless taurens for simply existing in my lands! However, you’ve caught me on a day when I’m feeling merciful. So, I will spare your life despite your crimes.”

He sighed in relief.

“But!” She added “In exchange for sparing you, you are to become my servant. Your life is mine from here forward. You will obey my every command and serve me without question, understood?” He shook his head defiantly. “I am no slave!” So, he was defiant, that made for the most faithful of servants when broken. She stroked his hair softly and spoke to him in a sweet, mocking voice. “Oh I don’t think that you have a choice in this matter dearie. It’s either slavery or death, and QUITE the painful death at that. I’m told the Darnassian guard is most brutal and unforgiving with their prisoners before they finish them off. Why make it so difficult on yourself? Submission to my will shall bring you nothing but reward and pleasure. Simply do as I say and know bliss!”

“I won’t do it! You can’t make me!”

“Oh, you’re wrong there. I very well CAN make you do as I say.”

Moving across the room she opened a chest and removed a small box. She returned to her captive and placed the box near his head. Opening the lid she reached inside and removed a leather collar, it was a rich, dark red color. It was lined on the inside with a soft burgundy velvet, the outside embroidered in gold with intricate runes, seeming to glow unnaturally in the lamp light. The clasp was a simple round buckle, also gold, in which an opal was mounted; inside the gem he could almost swear he saw a shifting cloud of smoke. She held it out for him to inspect.

“This is a most special collar, truly one of a kind. I found it in the house of a powerful warlock, he had it crafted secretly and inscribed with special runes and enchantments. You see, the collar will bind the will of the one it is placed on to the one who places it upon them. In short, the collar bearer must obey the will of the master who holds their leash.”

She brought the collar down towards his waiting neck, he began thrashing about, trying to prevent the inevitable. Deftly she slipped the collar behind his neck, and holding the two ends in her hands, brought them together on his throat. In a blinding flash of light, the ends fused together, forming a seamless collar around his neck with no apparent way to remove it.

“There! Much better! And don’t we look pretty with our new collar!”

He could only whimper. In the blink of an eye he went from a free spirit to a possession. His bottom lip quivered and his eyes began to haze over.

“Aww, don’t cry! You’ll love your mistress Melinda, I swear! You’ll soon look forward to spending your every waking moment with me my precious…… what IS your name slave?”

“Horu” He answered.

“Well Horu, I have expectations you will meet, or you WILL be punished!” She pointed across her room to a coiled whip hanging from a nail. He shuddered at the thought of what pain it could inflict. “I expect to come home to a clean house. I expect meals to be prepared for me, piping hot and ready for me to eat. I expect my clothes and linen to be washed regularly, especially my armor. I expect my weapons to be cleaned, sharpened and polished. And, I expect my nightsaber to be fed and cared for.” His mind reeled at the list she recited to him of various chores and duties. “And finally, I expect you to satisfy any urges I may have. This is your most important duty and the one I will punish you MOST severely for failing. You will slake my lust or I will tan your hide before I skin it!”

Horu could only stare at her in disbelief of what he had just heard. He was to please her sexually?! He’d only had a few experiences in Mulgore before leaving to explore the lands, and of those most hadn’t gotten past heavy petting or kissing. What if he couldn’t perform for her? Would she really skin him?

Melinda sensed his dilemma and decided to see just what she was dealing with from her new pet. “Let’s give you a little trial run pup! Your mistress is most curious to see what pleasures you can bring her. First, I want to see your meat. I’ve never seen a tauren cock, and I’m curious to see yours.” Her hands trailed down his sides to his hips. Gripping the strings that held his simple loincloth in place she tugged them, untying the knots. Gripping the leather undergarment she lifted it up and off his groin, tossing it to the floor beside the bed.

There before her were his genitals, covered in the same rich black fur that covered the rest of his body. His balls hung down between his legs, pendulous and velvety. They were soft and warm to her touch as she rolled one, then the other in her hand. His cock was hidden from view, tucked inside the sheath connected to his abdomen. After some stroking and caressing, the wet, pink tip of his shaft came into view. After a bit more coaxing his shaft had slid out fully, the penis standing proud as it hovered over his stomach, bobbing and jumping at random intervals. Veins snaked around under the skin of the monster giving it a wicked look and bumpy surface. The bulbous glans came to a point where his urethra could be found. The hole was agape as it was drooling precum down on his belly. Indeed he was an impressive sight to Melinda, her face framed with a gleeful grin.

“My oh my, oh my! Look at this thing! However did you keep that hidden by that tiny loincloth?!” She questioned. Horu’s face was showing embarrassment and shame, his eyes refusing to make contact with her. “Look at me slave.” His head turned, eyes locking with hers. “This cock is MINE and no others! It’s mine to use for my own pleasure whenever I wish for it! You will not deny me, and you will not be ashamed. To please your mistress is your only reason to live now, and I find the sight of your cock pleasing. Henceforth, I forbid you from wearing clothes in the house. You may cover yourself should you venture forth outside, because I do not wish you to catch cold or risk injury to this beautiful cock. But, when you are in this house, I want you naked as the day you were born. I want free access to you whenever I wish it. Should I desire I want to be able to throw you down and mount you on the kitchen floor! Understood?” He nodded at her. “Good!”

She reached for her dagger and brought it to his wrist. “I’m going to free you from your bonds. I trust you won’t try something utterly foolish like running away. You’re on the island of Teldrassil, escape is impossible, and with a word I could put you to sleep for days if I wished.” She cut the rope on both his wrists and ankles, freeing him from his bondage. He stared at her as he rubbed his wrists.

“Now pet, your mistress would like for you to service her. Lap at my vessel and get it nice and ready for your cock.” Quickly she disrobed, pulling off her pants and panties to kick them across the room. Crawling onto the bed, she slinked to the pillows and rolled over onto her back, legs drawing up towards her and apart, giving Horu a look at her naked body and all its glory. Her breasts were smaller, befitting a lithe, athletic rogue, her nipples perky and stiff in anticipation. Between her thighs, he could see her sex, the hair trimmed into a neat little triangle above her pussy. The violet lips of her sex were already full and glistening with her excitement.

“Go on pet, lick your mistress’ pussy. Make me cum!” She ordered him as she reclined onto her bed of pillows, arms reaching up behind her to pull up the pillow behind her head, elevating it to give her a better view. She watched from between her legs as he crawled to her on his hands and knees, his eyes riveted to her sex. He lowered his head towards her pussy, careful as to not poke her with his horns. He brought his nose a breath away from it and took a deep whiff. Her musk was strong; she hadn’t bathed that day yet, the day’s activity making her sweaty. The musk wasn’t bad, just strong. It was her scent, exotic and spicy. His top lip instinctively curled, lust beginning to cloud his mind. He unfurled his tongue and took his first taste. She squealed in delight, his tongue was broader than she expected, and had a delightfully rough texture that sent shockwaves up pleasure up her spine. He lovingly painted her sex with his tongue, broadly stroking every square inch, leaving no crease or crevice unexplored. Forcefully he pushed his tongue past her labia and inside. She gasped as she felt the wriggly tongue worm its way into her tunnel, her mouth forming an “O” as her brow furrowed and traces of sweat appeared. Her hips began to roll back and forth in an effort to ride his face, trying to get as much of his tongue in her as she could.

She cried out when his rough tongue finally found her clit. Grabbing him by his horns she held him in place, not wanting him to stop. “More! More! Right there! Don’t you DARE stop!” He obeyed, diligently lapping and sucking her clit. She was making a noise like a tea kettle, a squeal that started low, but gained pitch and intensity. It finally reached its peak, and so did she. “OOOoooOoooOOoooo” she squealed as she bucked and spasmed on his face, bursts of light and color clouding her vision.

“Wheeeeew, not bad! Not bad at all pet! There may be hope for you yet!” She complimented. “Mistress Melinda is now ready for your cock. You may fill her pussy with your meat. However, you will tell mistress when you’re going to cum. I have plans for your orgasm.” He nodded and brought himself into position. He brought his rock hard cock to rest at the mouth of her sex, the lips seeming to kiss the tip of his cock, eager to swallow him whole. Slowly, yet insistently he pressed into her, her pussy opening up to let him in, insides fluttering along his shaft, welcoming him to the depths of her body. His balls finally came to rest on her buttocks and she closed her eyes so as to focus entirely on the feeling of fullness radiating from her nether regions. She could almost feel every bump and nuance of his cock inside her, his heartbeat pounding as his cock pulsed in time. She held him perfectly still as she wanted to savor the moment, after a while, her grip loosened and he took the initiative. Drawing back he slowly pulled his cock out of her, watching as her insides clung to his member, dragging them out before stuffing his cock back in, her pussy clinging to him like a glove. After a while of slow, gentle thrusting, he began to pick up tempo, her sex making obscene noises as he pushed and pulled. Her breasts bobbed up and down as he humped her, her face a mask of concentration. Instinct began to take over Horu as he hastened the pace even more, the bed creaking and groaning under their weight. The flesh of her buttocks rippled with every thrust, the impact pushing her up the bed, to come back down as he withdrew. The rhythmic fapping sound coming from their union filled his ears. His eyes closed as he could feel the cum rise up from his balls. The end was near.

“Mistress, I’m going to cum very soon!”

“Very good pet!” she panted “I want you to pull out and cum on your mistress’ belly. I want to see your orgasm. I want to see how much you can cum for Melinda!”

“Yes… muh-muh-my…. muh-muh-mistress!” he exclaimed. His hips losing their rhythm, he managed two more thrusts before he reached down and pulled himself from her. His throbbing cock was glistening with her juices, providing lubrication as his hand pumped furiously at it. Finally he threw his head back and gasped as the first spurt of his cum flew from the tip of his cock, landing from her navel to the nipple of her left breast. A second spurt splashed between her breasts, the third striking her on the chin and neck. Rope after rope spilled from him, her belly covered with his creamy seed, some of it pooling in her navel. She reached down and tugged a couple more pulses of cum from his rapidly deflating cock. She began to rub his cum into her skin as she watched his organ withdraw back into his sheath, with a quick buck of his hips, the head of Horu’s cock popped back inside and his cock was safe inside of him again.

Melinda motioned for Horu to join her at the head of the bed. He crawled up beside her and tried to catch his breath as he lie upon his back. She laid her head on his chest and stroked him. “You did very well tonight pet; your mistress is most pleased.”

“Thank you mistress”

She grinned as he called her that. He was young and full of promise; she’d get many years of use from him. And from what she had just experienced, things could only get better.

“Sleep pet, tomorrow is another day and you‘ll need your energy.” Horu sleepily yawned and nodded at her, his eyes closing. She returned his yawn and her heavy eyelids fluttered shut, joining her pet in slumber.