Death Knight's Pet

Author's Note: I erred on the side of caution with my various warnings, especially because I've not decided how far I'm going to go with some of it later. This will likely be a rather long story, especially for me, as I see a lot of potential in it!

And it should be obvious that the naughty bits will begin in the next chapter...

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The young Draenei’s alabaster skin virtually glowed in the moonlight as she walked nervously through the dark forest. Although barely a novice, she had been sent on an errand to the nearby town of Azure Watch from the Exodar. She had left fairly early in the day, but the trek had taken longer than anticipated.

Her hooves were weary from walking on the uneven surface, and the darkness of the night had her jumping at shadows and every small noise. Clad only in her squire’s clothing with a wooden mace to protect herself, she made an easy target. The target of what, however, would not be what she would have guessed.

Silently, a small figure slipped through the shadows behind the girl, glowing blue eyes watching her every movement, studying her. Perfect, she’s young and inexperienced, her tracker thought as she closed in on her prey. The last thing the young paladin remembered was a sharp pain in the back of her skull, then all went black.

Ithilya awoke later (how much later, she would never know) to a throbbing pain in the back of her head. Moaning, she moved to sit up, only to find, she couldn’t! Immediately going into a mental panic, her frantic thoughts simultaneously asked a multitude of questions: Why can’t I move? Where am I? What’s going on? Am I hurt? What happened? Mentally checking herself over, she found her only pains to be in the back of her head and on the back of her neck.

Am I paralyzed? she thought despairingly. No, I can’t be; I can feel how cold my body is…a-am I naked? She mentally jumped when she heard a high pitched giggle from somewhere nearby. “Glad to see you’re awake, young one. Here, you can move your head. I’ll even let you speak if you promise not to scream,” a strange, resonating voice said.

She pried her silver eyes open and looked about the room in a panic, searching for the one she could only assume was her captor. “Who are you? What have you done to me? How can I understand you? Why am I here? Where am--” she found herself cut off midsentence, unable to talk once more. She eyed the small person across the room from her, frightened.

“Well, aren’t you the feisty one? Good, that will make it that much more interesting when I break you. No more questions. I am in charge here, understand?” the figure said, standing up from the chair she was sitting in and walking towards the magically bound girl on the bed. Ithilya nodded, her eyes widening in apprehension.

“I will answer your questions when and if I see fit to. You will refer to me as Mistress unless told otherwise,” she stated calmly. Reaching the head of the bed, the creature reached upwards to trace a small finger along the girl’s cheekbone. Ithilya’s mind went into a panic once more at the touch; Her finger is so cold! she thought frantically. She tried to calm down and survey her “Mistress” as best she could…

The figure was somewhere between three and three and a half feet tall, her short brown hair pulled up into pigtails that stuck out from the top of her head. A chunk of hair fell down over either eye, masking the icy blue glow somewhat. Her skin had a deathly pallor to it, her lips and certain areas black, her cheeks looking hollowed out.

Her figure was decidedly feminine, but there was something odd about it. Her clothing was loose, but there was still definitely some sort of bulge on her lower abdomen and upper thighs; was she malformed in some way?

“You’re certainly a young one,” the voice resonated eerily once more, jolting the girl out of her thoughts. “Your curves and horns are barely formed, you’re not yet at full height for your race, and you have almost no pubic hair,” her Mistress mused. A small hand darted out and brushed a wayward dark blue curl out of the Draenei’s face.

“Tell me, what is your name, Pet?” she asked as she continued to appraise her prize slowly. “I-Ithilya, Mistress,” the girl replied timidly. She did not know how this woman knew so much about her people, and she was scared to find out. She tried to squirm away from her captor’s touch, but only movement to her head had been restored.

“Just so you know, you have a rune of binding on your neck that I’ve adapted just for you. It allows me to control many things, such as your body, your ability to understand languages, and what you can and cannot do,” the dark one said calmly.

“Now, the first thing you must know is that you will never be allowed to scream. Ever. I will tell you my name, but only so that you may say it when I allow you to, Pet. I am Iexsera, and I am a Gnome death knight. You cannot imagine the pleasure I felt when I found out you were a novice of the Light. You had only just begun your studies as a paladin?” she asked. Terrified, the girl nodded.

“Wonderful,” Iexsera said with a wicked grin. “I may decide later to let you continue your studies, but only if I feel it will further suit my purposes. Just know that your soul belongs to me, and with it, your body and mind.”

“For a few more ground rules, here are other things that will never be allowed to happen. You will never show anyone the rune on the back of your neck willingly. If someone manages to see it and asks of its origin, say it is a tattoo connecting you to your family. You will never be allowed to speak about what happens within these walls,” the Gnome paused.

“You will not be allowed to speak freely about anything concerning me. If the need arises where you must say something about me, ask for my permission mentally and I will be able to respond with what you can and cannot say. If you do what I want, how I want, when I want, and behave yourself, you will be treated better. If you misbehave, you will be punished. Severely.”

Iexsera smiled. “Now that the important rules are out of the way, we can get down to the fun…”