[b][u][center]Special Positions, Special Perks Part 4 For a-lycotonum By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Vitus knew that he was still angry, that he wasn’t thinking clearly after seeing Hazel ‘cheating’ on him with a dog and an orc. He knew that he was angry, that he was hurt, and that a part of him – a part way deep down in his core – was still horny, and that it was all coming together to mess with his thinking. It had happened before, and he knew exactly what it felt like. The problem was, he didn’t care. The sorcerer left his chambers, clutching his arm weakly as he walked onto the grounds of Lord Brundir’s estate. The sun was on its way to setting, still a few hours from properly resting on the horizon, and it lent the grounds a fiery glow. He walked through the low hedges and the rune-shaped horticulture, shaking his head. [i]Of course she fucked a dog,[/i] he thought. [i]She was corrupted, same as me. I guess only one of us was able to resist it…[/i] Maybe he should send a letter to her church, tell them what he had seen her doing. It would mean that she would be immediately expelled, he was sure, but…well, she had been fucking a dog…and she’d been… Vitus bit his lip, seeing it in his mind’s eye once more. She had leaned in, taking the orc’s green shaft all the way to the base. She hadn’t struggled with it, and if anything, she seemed to savor the feeling of her throat being so full, going so far as to pet the hunter’s dick through her neck. He remembered seeing her face, seen the blushing spots on her cheek, seeing the way that she nuzzled her nose into the orc’s black pubes to suck up more of his scent, pulling it into her nose as she was bred from behind. Breeding. Gods, he hadn’t even thought of that yet. What if she was getting filled with puppies at that moment? What if, with her canine sex, she could literally birth the animals that she was filled with? [i]Gods, that’s terrible…that’s…that’s horrible…[/i] And yet, certain parts of his anatomy seemed to love it, considering that they jumped up at the thought, thrusting themselves up for inspection and interest. He groaned under his breath, pushing it down and to the side. Not that it mattered with a sheath. He [i]felt[/i] hard all the time, even when it was inside of that little tube of skin, and it didn’t matter how much he tried to ignore it. Whatever else happened, it would always have that bone keeping him hard as a rock, at least down there. “Nnnngh…” He stumbled over to one of the many benches on the grounds. It was a wooden one, of course, but as he laid his hands on it, he could feel the enchantments that had been burned into the material. There were dozens of little runes that he found under his fingers, probably inscribed under Lord Brundir’s direction, if not by him directly. That was the final distraction that he needed, and Vitus took a deep breath as he sat down, folding his hands over his lap. Sitting on top of these enchantments reminded him of the arcs of power that crisscrossed the aasimar’s property, and that, in turn, reminded him of just how much power the lord wielded. The fact that he had been able to take the laws of reality and ascribe his magic to them, even on this limited scale, was beyond the typical power of any sort of magic-user. There were legends of wizards in the far past that had done it, but just as many stories of clerics that had done it for their gods…and horrible, terrible monsters that had done it for their demon or devil patrons. A shiver ran down his spine, one that he dismissed quickly. He was not in the hands of another demon, no matter how much – “Mmmph!” He bit his lips as he felt the power of his Master’s contract pulling tight around his soul again. It was a bit different this time. Usually, it pulled around the pit of his stomach, almost like someone had just pulled the plug in a bath, circling down and tickling everything on the way down. This time, it was almost like someone had him by the balls, giving them a slow squeeze, one that tested how much he could take. It had a disturbingly pleasurable sensation to it. Thankfully, it faded quickly, and he was able to sit back again. He spread his legs a bit, shaking his head at the uncomfortable feeling that had been left behind. [i]Hopefully, he doesn’t do that again…[/i] Vitus glanced back and forth. There were a few others out on the grounds today, and not all of them were part of the aasimar’s staff. There were at least three people that wore the robes of city councilors, and he was pretty sure that they were all accompanied by at least one priest. He cocked his head to the side as he saw them enter the lord’s mansion from different sides, either unaware of each other or doing a very good job of pretending that they were. [i]Wonder what’s going on with that…[/i] Regardless of his curiosity, he knew that it wouldn’t be answered. Lord Brundir had made it very clear that they would talk about power, about magic, about the tasks that Vitus would have to take care of for the aasimar, but they were not going to talk about his guests. They came here for privacy, according to his Master, and that privacy was going to be respected, one way or another. Considering the luxury that surrounded him, he wasn’t going to test the waters on that. Vitus just stored the information away for later. He started to lean back once more, staring up at the sky. He was just starting to take in the shapes of the clouds when he heard the steady clip-clop of his Master’s hooves. “Ah, Vitus. I was hoping I’d find you out here.” “Sorry if I left you looking, Master,” he muttered, shaking his head. “I’ve had a long day.” “I sensed magic from your quarters earlier. Did you take my suggestion?” Vitus nodded. “And?” “…You were right. I was the only one following the contract.” “Unfortunately, that is not surprising. Distance has a way of burning through commitment.” “You were right. I’m…I’m not sure what to make of it, honestly.” “I imagine not. But I assume that you’ve since freed yourself from your self-imposed restrictions?” Vitus would have chuckled if it wasn’t quite as depressing as it was. He remembered how it had come up in the first place, how Lord Brundir had been flirting with him, grabbing his thigh. He’d even called the human ‘good looking.’ Not something that Vitus was used to, even from Hazel. “I’m not feeling tied down, if that’s what you mean.” “Good. Then I have a reward for you.” “I’m not –” “I have an assistant for you.” “…” An assistant. Which probably meant that they were right behind him at that very moment. Which meant that the whole conversation that he had been hoping was private was no longer any such thing. Vitus slowly turned his head. Standing behind the bench was Lord Gralon Brundir, of course. The purple-skinned aasimar smiled down at him with his usual fiery eyes, white robe hiding everything but his hooves. At his side, however – Vitus blushed, his cheeks burning as he recognized the drow woman that had started the whole thing. It wasn’t that she was doing anything, but rather the fact that she was standing there without a stitch covering her…well, save for a few accessories. His Master gestured to the naked elf, and she was pulled forward by an invisible force looping around the front of her collar. “You may recognize our little assassin.” “I…I do, Master.” “She’s been quite helpful down in the dungeons. She’s told us just about everything that she can regarding the ones that paid her to come assassinate me, and she’s been very open about other things, as well. Things that might be useful to me in the long run.” “Why is she…” “Naked?” Vitus nodded, struggling to keep his mouth closed and not stare like a yokel. “She [i]is[/i] still a prisoner, after all. There is not need to cover her when she has so few rights, is there?” “I…I guess not.” “At any rate. You have become my ward against magic. She will be my ward against more physical dangers.” “…” “Subservient to you, of course.” “You mean…she’s…mine?” “As an assistant, slave, or pet. However you wish to see it, she belongs to you now.” This was something that he had never, [i]ever[/i] imagined happening. Which, he supposed, seemed to be par for the course of late. He had been given someone to own. Slavery was not [i]exactly[/i] legal in Absalom, but it wasn’t quite illegal, either. It was something that fell into a gray area, and as long as you didn’t actually call the person your slave while you were in public, you could get away with a surprising number of things. The fact that he now had one of his own was just…wrong, but at the same time, he couldn’t help but stare at her naked body. She wore so little, but she wore it so well. Her collar was the largest accessory she wore, a thick black leather band around her neck that was marked by a series of glowing gems. They were fitted to the leather, making them impossible to remove without tripping a series of punishing spells that would make one regret ever trying. Vitus couldn’t make out all of them, but he could tell that she’d basically implode with most of the different spells. Other than that, she had nipple piercings, little silver bars that were pressed through the dark gray flesh and made her nipples look like they were perpetually hard. The bars were weighted on either side with runic symbols that he didn’t recognize, but he imagined that they did something enchanting. His eyes dropped down to her sex, and his cheeks burned hotter – and his cock throbbed harder – at the sight of the clit piercing that went right through the hood. It was thinner, but still a bar, one that pushed her clit down and out, almost like a man pushing the head of his cock out past his foreskin. It was wet, too, damp from her sex, as if she was constantly dripping. [i]Considering what that’s doing, it might very well be.[/i] “Why?” Vitus eventually managed to ask. “Hmm? Why what?” “Why give her to me?” “Consider it a chance to prove yourself. You’re part of my staff, but I need to know that you can handle your station.” “…I’ll do what I can, Master.” “I’ve no doubt.” The aasimar turned back to the drow, tilting his head just enough to make his horns look a bit…off. It was just for a moment, and Vitus didn’t know why it stood out to him, but there was something strange. They looked…longer, somehow, unnaturally so. And then the moment passed. The drow and her master stepped apart, and Vitus was left alone with her. He looked at her naked body again, his cock throbbing in his pants as he did his best to ignore the arousal that she was filling him with just by standing there. “So…what…what’s your name?” he stammered out. “Cazna,” she said, shaking her head. “Oh, dammit…” “What?” “He’s making me obey you, too.” “…Signed a contract?” “…Yes.” “Me too.” It wasn’t the joyful sort of ‘me too,’ either. Not like the sort of two students declaring that they were both interested in things. No, this was most definitely the sort of ‘me too’ that was two kids talking about the sort of punishment that their parents had leveled on them. Surprisingly, it made him feel a bit sorry for the one-time assassin. He shook his head, offering his hand. “My name’s Vitus.” She looked at his hand, and then back at him. He kept holding it out, his cheeks starting to burn for a different reason. “Do you, uh, not shake hands?” “…No.” “What do you do for greeting, then?” “…Okay, I don’t have to answer that one.” Cazna nodded to herself. “That’s good to know.” “But you have to talk about it.” “…Apparently.” She was looking increasingly more annoyed, and he couldn’t entirely blame her. She seemed to be under a fuller control than she had probably ever been down below the ground, and when you were not used to that, it was a pain and a half to deal with. He knew. God, he knew. He stood up slowly, putting his hand back at his side. With a gentle push to make sure that his dog-dick didn’t expose itself right then and there, he attempted something like what his Master had. He reached for his magic, and then extended it towards her collar. It was a strange feeling, to put it mildly. Not the extension of his power, because he had done that a number of times for dozens of different spells. It was like extending a second arm out through your normal one, an arm that could stretch and bend as long as you had awareness of where you were sending it. No, it was the feeling of pushing his power out and trying to connect it to someone else’s power. Sorcerers didn’t work together very much, and he felt that this was part of the reason. Trying to mix your magic into someone else’s by instinct and touch was like that first time with someone in the bedroom. Unless you were remarkably compatible, there was a lot of awkward fiddling about, trying to figure out what fit where, how to slide together, how to move together, and more. Trying to play with the aasimar’s magic, on the other hand, was immediately pushing him back. He could feel something else under it, a mix of divine, arcane, and something else. It was powerful, too, the same sort of powerful that allowed Lord Brundir to expand his control of reality across his whole property. [i]This isn’t magic I know,[/i] Vitus thought, flexing his metaphysical fingers around the front of the collar. [i]It’s something different…not of this world…[/i] That was not reassuring, but he told himself that it didn’t have to mean bad. It could mean a lot of things besides bad. Could be a hundred other things. But as he folded his magical fingers around the collar, as he felt the power of the gems pushing back and interfacing with him, the sorcerer couldn’t help but wonder what kind of magic was pushing back into him. It felt…cold. Not chilly, not tingly, but cold. Still, at least it gave him something to hold onto. He hooked the force-spell around her collar and gave an experimental pull. Almost instantly, Cazna stepped forward, grunting. She rolled her eyes. “You’re going to do this to me, too?” “Well, were you going to walk with me?” “…” “Tell me what you were going to do.” “I was going to stand right here until you got bored, and see if I could figure out a way to go somewhere else on my own.” Her eyes widened, and she slapped her hand over her forehead. “Gods DAMN IT!” “Ah…it has to be a command, huh?” “…” “Confirm that it has to be a command.” “That’s. What. It. Looks. Like.” She was speaking through gritted teeth, glaring at him the whole time. Obviously, she’d been hoping that he wouldn’t be able to pick up on that. No surprise, either. Considering that she was as hot as she was, and naked, and… Well, he could imagine what might happen to her on this estate. She was sensual enough that he could see some of his Master’s guests using her without her consent if they knew what sort of enchantment was upon her. They would make sure that she got used…and used hard… He blushed as he felt his cock rising again, and he shook his head rapidly. “Let’s go back to my chambers. I…I have a lot of questions for you, and now that you have to answer them…” “Yes. Let’s go to your chambers, then.” Somehow, she didn’t sound as annoyed by that as he expected. He wondered what had changed. # Cazna followed behind the strange human, her eyes flicking up and down his back as she stepped from grass to path and grass again. The feeling of earth under her feet was not as comforting as the feeling of the stone caverns of her home, nor did it feel…right. [i]I miss my boots,[/i] she thought, fighting the urge to curl her toes. It would only make her soles dirtier as she walked along, only mark her further as one that had fallen from grace. [i]I miss everything, for that matter.[/i] She didn’t know what sort of magic this man had, but he had been touched by [i]something[/i] in the demonic realm. When he’d stared at her, she’d tasted it. Something bestial, something of the hunting realms. Not one that her House’s demon lord ruled over, but not that far away. He wanted her, and that was something that she could work with. She could make him want nothing else. And her pussy needed that. So did her ass, and her mouth, and…and parts of her that had never wanted to be touched like that before. The aasimar had yet to give her what she needed, despite the contract stating that she would not lack in partners. She imagined that he was holding back, making sure that she was desperate enough not to ask for something that was out of his reach. Then again… The human. Vitus. He was touched by a demon, and if she was partnered with another demon-touched, that meant that it would keep her from spreading corruption to other partners. Brundir must have thought of that, put this together as a way of neutralizing the potential threat. If she wasn’t impressed, she would have been angry. She figured she could afford a bit of that, anyway. As they turned toward a small outbuilding, Vitus suddenly calm to a halt. She almost bumped into his back from the continued tug on the collar, only barely managing to dig her heels in and stop herself. “What?” “Just some mud. Wanted to make sure that you watched your step.” She was honestly surprised at that. As much for the practicality as the kindness, if she was being honest. The drow had long held that humans were a barbaric species, but if they were able to cherish a bit of cleanliness, they could not be all bad. She smirked slightly, but gave a sharp look at the mud in front of the human’s porch before stepping over it. That would have been a humiliation past many of the ones that she had already suffered. For the drow, cleanliness was a great virtue. It was one thing to be immodest, to show flesh. That was a thing that was considered somewhat lowly, but if one could carry it with class, then it could be turned into a form of art. Art was good, and there were several Houses that carried themselves with class and grace through the erotic realms. There were several higher-ups in her own House that were like that. However, to befoul oneself, whether with dust or mud, was an embarrassment beyond all compare. To have a dusty face after a cave-in would have a lowly miner humiliated for days. To step in mud would be akin to what surface elves would feel after soiling themselves, or worse. No drow in her House had ever lowered themselves that far before, and she doubted that they ever would. She walked with as much grace as she could muster while being pulled along by the neck, glancing around at the small quarters that the human seemed to have to his name. There wasn’t much. A small antechamber for guests, she supposed, as well as a bedroom for a live-in servant. She imagined that would be her place while she was here. There was a small library, as well, and a master bedroom at the far end of the building. All in all, she expected more from someone that had gained their position here so quickly…and who had defeated her in combat. Vitus pulled her to the antechamber, then finally allowed her to be released from the forceful leash. She settled the collar around her neck a bit more carefully, then sat down. She sat with her legs together, but not quite in a modest way. She ensured that her thighs pushed together to enhance how they looked, to draw the eye towards the place where they met and make others look at where her sex would be, wondering what it might look like if she parted her legs just a bit. No sooner had she done so than she saw the slight twitch in the human’s crotch, and she knew that it was working. She smiled. “You want it.” It was a matter-of-fact statement. It wasn’t something that she needed to feel shy about, considering her…needs. Her sex was still drenched on the inside, and her asshole was clenching, clamping, squeezing, puckering. Her nipples were oversensitive as one could imagine, the breeze outside having whipped them to a frenzy, and she didn’t want to think about how her skin in general felt. She leaned forward, her breasts making a slight bounce that sent a twinge all the way through her body. She felt like a beast in heat, one that was slowly losing its mind, and she forced another smile. “I can see it. And I can smell it. You. Want. Me.” “…I’m not…here for that…” He looked almost ashamed. Couldn’t he tell? Couldn’t he see what was hurting her? There had to be something that his demonic patron demanded of him. Why wasn’t he affected? What was going on? # Cazna had changed from a woman uncaring of the world to a complete seductress, and Vitus had no idea how to handle it. The way that she leaned in, showing off her dark, shining skin and the curves of her breasts, made her look like some woman looking for breeding. His cock was already painfully needy just from looking at her, and the way that she talked… [i]God, Hazel never talked like that…[/i] He couldn’t even imagine the pure Hazel looking back at him and asking for that sort of thing. Even when she had been corrupted, she’d been so gentle, so…intense…so shy, that she’d never tried to seduce him. She’d just…innocently taken matters into her own hands. This was so new, so brazen, that he didn’t know how to handle it. His cock ached for her, yes, and it was a different sort of ache, but he knew better than to just fall into it. It could be a trick, a prisoner’s gamble to try and get free by seducing her captor. [i]Think it through. Be smart,[/i] he told himself as the drow leaned forward further from her chair. [i]Don’t let her get in your –[/i] “Just give me this.” She grabbed him by the crotch. She actually reached out and grabbed him by the crotch, and Vitus almost jumped right out of his pants at how forward she was. The sorcerer grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand back, but the damage was done. Her eyes went wide. “[i]That[/i] is not human.” “You have no proof.” “Oh, you think I don’t? I know exactly what that is.” “Oh? Why? From experience?” “Don’t you dare look down at me for that,” she growled. “I will have you know my great-aunt specialized in breeding hunting hounds. I aided her in producing the finest bloodlines.” “…” “I know what a [i]dog[/i] has been their legs.” “Shhh!” He hissed, looking around. Nobody could be hiding in his chambers, he was sure, but if he happened to be wrong – “Is [i]that[/i] all that your demon left you with? Hmm? Is that [i]thing[/i] all that you have left?” “Shut up.” This time, she did. Her mouth clicked together firmly, and she seemed content to merely glare at him, looking down her nose. Vitus barely noticed; he was more concerned with making sure that nobody had been around to hear that. After all, just because his employer knew that he had been a hellhound at one point – somehow – it didn’t mean that the entire staff did. What if someone else found out? What if someone managed to find a way off the grounds and told someone else what was going on? Brundir would face an investigation, and he would be out on his ear with nowhere to go, and nobody else willing to take a risk employing him. Eventually, his spells told him that there was nobody else in the building except for him and Canza. She continued to stare at him, looking down at him despite the fact that she was seated and he was standing. He shook his head. “You won’t bring up me and demons ever again. I left my demon behind. This was just…a parting curse.” “Hmmph.” “You can speak.” She cleared her throat, and did just that. “And here I thought that you might be something worthwhile. Avoiding the powers of a demon like this…what sort of man are you?” “…One that beat you.” “By chance. If I had known I was dealing with someone with even your weak demonic abilities, I’d have taken precautions.” “I don’t have any demonic abilities.” “HA!” “I don’t!” “Please. I was wrapped up in the power of a demon. No wizard or sorcerer could have sensed me, and no cleric without special wards. I don’t know what mewling demon you clashed with, but it didn’t take everything with it when it ditched you.” “It didn’t – you’re breaking an order.” “…It seems that I am.” Cazna blinked. “Hmm. Now isn’t that interesting…not as pathetically interesting as your demon must have been, but interesting.” “You only have to follow one order of mine at a time.” “…Yes.” “No. You have to follow one of my orders…and more orders from somewhere else. Confirm.” “…Yes,” she said with a grimace. “These are orders from Master Brundir. Confirm.” “…Yes and no.” “They are not verbal orders. Confirm.” “…Yes.” “They are orders stitched into the collar with the other enchantments. Confirm.” “Yes.” “Lord Brundir has not given you verbal orders at this time, and has enchanted you to obey one order of mine at a time, as long as they do not conflict with the orders in your collar. Confirm.” “Yes. You’re smarter than you look.” “Not smart enough to avoid all of Melchiresa’s tricks.” For the first time, Cazna looked genuinely surprised. # Melchiresa. Well. That changed things a bit. While the Lord-Lady of the Hunt was not a patron of one of the drow Houses, the elves of the dark had heard of that demon lord. Not a weak one in the slightest, and one that had been absent from the demon games of politics for a time. Some of the Houses had wondered if the demon lord had crawled off to die somewhere. Apparently not, if it was still active with people in Absalom. No demon, or demon lord, started anything in the great city if they felt weak. The repercussions of failure had too strong a blowback if one got caught out. More than one demon lord had been obliterated by it, and countless smaller demons had been destroyed past regenerating in the pit by the powerful forces that lived in and watched over the city. Melchiresa in particular, though… There was no way that this human had merely escaped or fought a demon lord. Not in his state. It made sense, now, why she could feel him. He wasn’t purified. He was dormant. Melchiresa had allowed its demonic power to go quiet in this human, waiting for something. Waiting for the right point in time. That could have been an opportunity for her…if Cazna’s own patron would actually listen to her. The dormant power of a demon lord could be tapped, activated with the right push. Turning her new superior from human to one of Melchiresa’s brood would give her a wonderful ally in a new attempt to take down Brundir, but only if she could put [i]him[/i] on a leash first. Otherwise… Well, hellhounds loved to form their own packs, and she was [i]not[/i] in a fit state to fight off one of them. Not in mind, or body. Her willpower was too weak to fight off that strength…if he ever learned how to activate it. [i]It seems I walk the razor’s edge again…Too much pressure, and he’ll turn and take me. Too little, and he will be useless…[/i] But perhaps, perhaps, she’d have an ally to take down Brundir…if the aasimar didn’t already have plans for Vitus’s power. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]