Chapter One: Narvain
Єvmεra Atεlio, Dykaea Fεngari
7th day, 2nd week, Dykaea’s moon
Seaday, the 18th of Xrehnmon
Rak’s body trembled in his hands, pressing into his caress in a demand for more. He indulged Rak, stroking him all over until Rak’s whole body was aquiver with need. He enjoyed the sensation of the soft skin sliding over steel muscle. He appreciated the way Rak’s body responded to his touch, even now, after all those years apart. Rak was still his, down to his very core; Rak had been designed and trained expressly to serve his pleasure.
He had studied long and well and had carefully imbued sacred and magical herbs with power, mixing them into elixirs that then served to carry his magic into the slave’s body—and change it. Rak had received the standard potions in his youth, the slave fire potion, the gladiator potion and the male-obligate potion. He had added over a dozen potions on top of that foundation, changing Rak’s body to suit him.
He had caused the slave’s tongue to grow both longer and prehensile. He had changed the slave’s internal muscles so that the slave’s body would massage him as he used it. He had strengthened the slave fires and had taught Rak’s body to remember its users, so that each time he used his slave, the slave’s body would know his better and please him better and share its pleasure with him better. And he had also turned Rak’s body into a vessel for the raising and storing of magical power, a reservoir he could tap at will. When he’d finished with the slave, Rak had been an exquisite work of art, purpose made for his one true Master.
Narvain rolled onto his back and pressed Rak’s head to his crotch. It had been years since he’d felt the slave’s tongue on his cock. He sighed happily as the slave kissed his balls and cock, giving proper honor to the manhood he was about to service. As Rak’s tongue went to work on him, he learned that it had lost none of its potency, and Rak’s skills hadn’t rusted. The intense jolts of pleasure shot through him from his groin out to the tips of his extremities, causing his fingers and toes to curl. His thighs opened wider and his hands rested on Rak’s head, stroking the red and gold hair that was becoming inexcusably long.
“You need a haircut, slave,” he said. “See to it, today.”
“Yes, Master,” Rak replied, lifting his head to gaze at his face with an expression of adoration that warmed Narvain’s heart. Without being told to do so, Rak returned to his Master’s cock. Having licked and kissed every bit of it, he now took the head into his mouth and sucked.
Narvain groaned in pleasure, his buttocks lifting off the sheets.
Rak bore down, swallowing him whole, all the way to the base. He hummed, deep in his throat, and the vibration ripped through Narvain like a tsunami.
He gripped Rak’s hair in his hands and held the slave’s head as he thrust urgently, fucking the slave’s sweet, hot, willing mouth with everything he had. He paid no attention to Rak’s need to breathe; he knew it was unnecessary. One of the potions he’d given Rak enabled the slave to breathe through his skin at need. So, while it would be uncomfortable for Rak not to be able to breathe through his nose and mouth, it wouldn’t, couldn’t do him injury.
Narvain took his time, thrusting himself back and forth in Rak’s throat for nearly half an hour to remind the slave of his place. He was careful never to pull back far enough to allow Rak to breathe normally. The slave needed to remember what he was, a purpose-made sex toy for the raising of power. And oh, Narvain was reveling in the power Rak’s body was raising for him. He siphoned it off as quickly as the slave made it for him, storing it in crystals. He wished Rak were physically close enough that he could use his slave as a reservoir once more but consoled himself with the thought that it wouldn’t be long before he had Rak back in his possession again.
Pleased with that thought, he relaxed back into the mattress and allowed Rak to finish him off. He stroked the slave’s shoulders and arms as Rak sucked him hard. With an exultant cry, he came in the slave’s mouth, indulging himself in the sensation of the lips sealed around his crown, the steady suction of Rak’s sweet mouth as it pulled the last drops of seed from him.
Rak released his softened cock, kissed the slit and his balls, then said, “Thank you, Master.”
Narvain pulled Rak up to rest on his chest. He resumed stroking the slave, occasionally turning a finger to cut into Rak with a nail, leaving a thin line of blood. He absorbed the power of the blood’s release and smiled at the pleasure he caused Rak to feel from it. His slave was well trained, crafted to take the pain and turn it to pleasure that he then shared with his master. “Good pet,” Narvain murmured. “Such a good pet.”