===SEEDING MIDNIGHT, PART FIVE===

It had been a long night for Relan Bauer, former adventurer and now the personal cock-slave of the Matron Xorlarrin, and a first-time victor in the Menzoberranzan Sex Games. It was an odd feeling, being simultaneously so valuable and yet so worthless, his agency having essentially been taken from him.  Now that he had some time to think again, he found himself wondering if maybe the reason he wasn’t resisting harder, trying to defy the Drow more, was because he was enjoying all this sexual attention. Or maybe it was more sinister than that- maybe in addition to magically enhancing his penis (and apparently denying him orgasm without explicit command from his Mistress), the arcane collar he wore around his neck also dampened his desire to be free, to try to escape.
He decided that if he was ever to be truly free, then finding a way to get rid of the collar would be key. Of course, as far as he knew, there wasn’t even –a- key for the collar. Still, if anyone knew, it would be the Matron, and perhaps her daughter.

And in a short while, he knew, he would be tasked with taking the Matroness’s virginity.
He lounged in a large bath, hot water steaming out of an ornate mouth, like that of a huge arachnid’s head. The stone was a cool polished black marble, and he leaned back against it, enjoying the steaming hot water around him, and this rare moment of privacy. He had been told to wait here, whilst other matters were taken care of. It was weird, being left alone, naked, in this vast hot bath, with the nearest guards on the other side of the curtains and huge doors behind him. For a giddy moment, he drank in the expansive freedom before him. He swam about, though it was not really long enough or wide enough to do more than a few breast-strokes in either direction. Illumination was provided by a chandelier of very bright, almost pure-white, glow-crystals above, with nothing else in the chamber, aside from an elegant towel rack and several side-doors, including one to some kind of flushing toilet (truly, Relan reflected, the Drow were capable of many strange and bizarre magical feats) and the other, he presumed, to the changing rooms. There, he knew, his Mistress’s daughter waited, nervous perhaps. He tried to sympathise with her. A young girl, slender and somewhat bookish by appearances, with short hair that came only down to shortly past her long, up-curving ears. She hadn’t had much of a bust that he’d been able to see. As far as she was concerned, he was the same as a grunting orc, a restrained animal and sex-toy in one. He empathised with her, but at the same time knew that she was part of a race and a society that did not afford equal status to even its own men, let alone the men of other races. She was almost certainly aligned with Evil, he knew, and he could not afford to grow too attached to her or any other Drow in this place.

Still, he vowed he would show her, tonight, exactly what Good sex- no, love-making- would be like.
Splashing some water on his face, he grabbed a pink brick which apparently served as soap in this place. He began to scrub himself, when he heard a polite cough behind him. He turned, and to his surprise saw Thrali standing there, completely nude. His eyes drank in her shapely body, the scars and faded marks on her legs and arms. He admired her neatly-trimmed sex, scanning upwards and lingering on her freckled, bouncy breasts.  Her cheeks reddened at his frank and lusting gaze.

“I’m pleased you find me so pleasing, friend Relan, but I fear I have a duty to perform here.”
“Oh.” Relan could not hide his disappointment. He knew it wasn’t her fault, but for a moment he had hoped...
“But I assure you, friend Relan, it is a duty I will relish.” She said, blushing again.
He simply smiled, saying nothing as she awkwardly slid down into the warm bath with him, gripping a decanter of scented oils.

“I am to prepare you for service to the Lady Izzara, daughter of Matron Xorlarrin.” Thrali said. “I have been commanded to bathe you and anoint you with fine scents and oils but...” She leaned in close, her breasts pressing against Relan’s chest, her hot breath on his face. “I am happy to provide you with other services, if you so desire.”

Relan gulped. “I would like that very much.” He felt himself hardening already. Something about this half-orc woman was deeply irresistible to him. Maybe it was simply a bond forged between two people of like status, trying to find some scrap of joy that they chose for themselves.  He did not dare call it love, but perhaps at least a mutual respect. And he had sworn he would find a way to free her, too.
“Now stay still, and enjoy. I will attend.” 

She began to lather up her breasts with the soap and oil, leaving him mesmerised, her dark-green nipples fully engorged, her breathing ragged as she leaned forward, pressing her rack into him and rubbing up and down, accounting as a bath-sponge, rubbing the lather into his worn and tanned skin.
He lay back, closing his eyes, enjoying the feel of her warm soapy flesh scrubbing itself gently across him, and her delicate hands rubbing more oils and soap into him, massaging his arms and running below the water, along his thighs and legs, and playfully touching his swelling prick.

“Turn around.” She asked. Between them there would be no commands. He willingly obliged.
She began to massage his back, pressing into him, her breasts rubbing him teasingly as her hands worked his shoulders and aching muscles, rubbing and spreading lotion and easing every kink.
“Gods...you are good at this.” He breathed.
“I have spent a lifetime learning how. For once, I am happy to do it.” She said, playfully nipping him on the neck, her arms embracing him from behind.
He leaned back into her gentle embrace, as she washed his hair, teasing out every strand, and gently kissing him on the forehead. He looked up into her shining, almond eyes, and felt a level of peace he had not felt in a long time. He could almost forget he was a slave, a mile beneath the earth, and feel as if he was truly free, in the arms of a beloved.
She hugged him tightly, savouring his warmth, her heart-beat racing, before she turned him around, and hauled him up onto the side of the bath, encouraging him to sit, his feet dangling, his erect shaft pointing proudly.
“They call you cock-slave, but I am valued for my mastery of oral techniques.” She said, eyes lidded, her hands now running over his manhood. “I used my skills to bypass the guards, and to drive that hobgoblin insane with lust, and sent him into the arena with you, to help you defeat Golgathia.” She confessed. “I helped you, in part because my Mistress wanted to win, and if she didn’t I would suffer too. But I mostly did it because you have seen the light above, and I hope one day you may see it again.” Her eyes shone with a deep respect for him, and he found himself touched by her sincerity. She had even stopped pretending to speak in a slurred, orcish slave-voice, sounding more and more like a woman. He wondered how so intelligent a hybrid as she had come to dwell in this lightless place, to become so skilled and valued a hand-maiden. He feared her story would be so much darker than he could imagine.

“I am sorry for what you’ve had to go through-“ 
“Sssh. Do not talk. Enjoy. “She began to gently nibble on him, her fangs sliding thrillingly along the side of his erection, her tongue writhing over him, as she expertly took him within her mouth, and she began to work her oral “magic”.

Grinning, Relan reached his hands round Thrali, brushing her hair between his fingers, stroking her encouragingly as she began to vacuum hard his throbbing meat, skilfully sucking and slurping at him, the heat and pressure building with him.

“Thrali...ah...could I....please you?” He asked, moaning.
Thrali stopped her work in surprise. “You want to...enter me?” She asked.
“I’m sorry, I probably shouldn’t have asked....”
“No.” She smiled toothily. “I enjoy working you, but enjoying you would...” She sighed, arching her back, her soapy, well-oiled breasts breaking the water.  “Please. I want you.”
Eagerly he grabbed her, and she yelped playfully, as he splashed back into the water with her. Running his hands over her slick, lotioned body, his hands ran sleekly off of her floating breasts.  Seeking somewhere to grip and anchor her, he gripped her shapely butt, causing her to yelp. “Oh Gods! Relan...”
He hoisted her easily in the water, lifting her as he carefully and slowly eased himself into her tight snatch. The water made it somewhat easier, and she was very, very wet down there herself. Her attraction and desire for him was obvious. Gripping her hot, sensual butt carefully, he began to gently rock back and forth against her, his tool building up speed and tempo, as he backed her against the slide of the pool. He pistoned into her with mounting force, and she held onto him tightly, her fingers digging into his shoulders, her yelps and moans surprisingly girlish and feminine.

He began to pound her madly, his lust raging, and he yearned to explode inside her. His balls began to slap against her thighs, as he rammed deep into her, aching to fill her completely with his meat.
She cried out, “Aaah...so...close...” Sweat and heat staining him, he felt his arcane collar activating, pouring magic into him. She groaned, moaning with abandon, as his phallus grew inside her, and he rammed her g-spot, sending shudders of ecstasy through her writhing body. Suddenly she screamed in pleasure, and she bit down hard on his neck, a hickey that almost caused him to cry out, the pain only enflaming his increasingly overwhelming lust.

Yet even as she rocked and shook on the end of his spear, her orgasm consuming her, he felt a tight, invisible clamp, once again vicing around his hugely engorged member, the pressure to cum intense but unable to find relief. He almost wept with the need to climax, but the magic held him back, keeping him hard and throbbing, and pre-cum leaking in gouts all over her but the final gush unobtainable.  Driven by instinct, he continued to pound into her, and she wheezed for breath, trying to control herself even as another wave of orgasm wracked her, spasming. Her cheeks were a burning red, despite her emerald skin, and this time he kissed her, his warm mouth enveloping hers. He felt his own cheeks flame, as her tongue wrestled with his, and he felt himself relaxing, comfortable in their exchange.

Breaking the kiss, she smiled at him, her eyes bright and heavy. “You’re a good kisser, Relan friend.” 
“You too, Thrali friend.”

She giggled a little at this, though her breathing was still strained. “Gods, you’ll have to stop, any more and I’ll be too exhausted to attend my other duties.” She moaned, her vagina flooding with her juices.
“You sure you don’t want one more?” He grinned. Somehow, despite his raging lust, he felt more in control, now. The vicing pressure was still agonising, but he no longer felt he had to rut until he burst.

Suddenly there was a commotion at the main doors, and guards entered the bath-chamber, leading the Matron and her daughter behind them. Thrali quickly disentangled from Relan, paling, and rushing to grab towels for her Mistress. Relan simply stood where he was, watching them. 

Xorlarrin curled her lips with cruel satisfaction at the sight of her favourite new-toy.  She had changed out of her elaborate court-dress and was now wearing a simply bath-robe, her daughter Izzara standing shorter beside her in matching dark purple.

“You may leave us, guards. We are in no danger here.” She looked over at the shaking half-orc maiden, sneering in disgust. “No, whore, your services will not be needed here anymore. You have served your purpose. The Slavemaster has requested you warm his bed tonight.”

She paled at these words, but bowed her head, slinking off.

===

As the guards departed, they closed the doors behind them, and locked them shut with a heavy thud. Apparently the Matron valued her privacy. Once she was sure they were alone, she gestured to her daughter. “Izzara. My pride. My eldest. Tonight I give you a gift. Perhaps it is providence or the will of the Dark Queen herself that such a fine specimen came to us, fallen from the light-scourged world above. But I give him to you now, with my finest artefact. He will pleasure you in all ways, and bring you fully into the true world of the Drow. Do you understand?”
“I do, Mother.”
“Good. Use him as and how you see fit. Be sure to get every scrap of enjoyment from him, Izzara. Anything less and you will be seen as weak, a milksop, lacking in vitality and stamina. I will guide you, if necessary.”
“Uh...I mean, it won’t be necessary.” Izzara blushed, unsure of herself. Her mother’s hands rested on her shoulders, massaging her.

“Just relax. You know what to do. We’ve practiced this.” She said coolly, leaning into her daughter, her huge bust brushing hard against her nervous child’s back.
Izzara bowed her head nervously, fidgeting. “Yes, mother.”
She began to undo the knot on her robe, letting it fall away in her mother’s hands as she wrapped her arms quickly around her chest, warily dipping her foot into the pool.
Relan watched as this unfolded, keeping himself carefully neutral, trying to conceal his still painfully strong erection.

Izzara was much as he had imagined her to be- a petite, slender young woman, her skin a light, twilit grey compared to her mother’s almost night-black skin. Izzara’s purple eyes seemed shy and demure, as her gaze darted around, embarrassed about being naked in the presence of Relan.
Her mother also began to undress, revealing the busty, mature body that he remembered.  Her smooth cunt glistened already. Clearly she had had some other slaves ready her for this as well.
Xorlarrin leaned back against the bathing pool after she slid in, encouraging her daughter to go forwards towards the glistening, well-oiled human slave.
“I will be here, darling.  Enjoy yourself.” She said, leaning back, her ripe bust easily bobbing on the surface of the bath water.

Relan smiled encouragingly, causing the young Drow to turn an even redder shade of crimson. She tried to avoid his eye contact, as she slowly inched her way forwards, unsure and almost unwilling.
“Oh do hurry up, dear.” She said. “I’m getting horny myself, you know.”
Izzara sighed, and willed herself to close the distance with Relan.
“Uh, hi.” She said, nervously. “Could you um, please-“
“USE SOME AUTHORITY!” shouted Xorlarrin. “Bolo, my cock-slave, give my daughter a good sensual scrubbing. Use the soaps. Thrali ought to have shown you how it’s done.  Do it now.”
Relan felt the arcane-collar growing hot around his neck, a searing reminder of the power she held over him. He gritted his teeth, hating the Matron’s grating intrusion. It was clear that this young girl wasn’t doing so well with her mother watching on, but he couldn’t tell the Matron to leave. He could only imagine how she’d react if he dared talk back.

He grabbed a wash-cloth and some soap, and slowly and sensually began to scrub the shy matroness’s back.  She flinched a little from his touch, hunching in on herself, but gradually straightened as it went on. He spent a good few minutes simply washing her back, before washing her arms and heading down to her cute round butt, causing her to yelp playfully.

“Oh this is dull. Guards, send some of my Pool boys in. Carry on, Bolo. Make sure you wash her front thoroughly as well. Daughter, for Lolth’s sake, command him to please you.” The Matron called in a gaggle of Male slaves of various races, all meekly wearing tight leather trunks, emphasising their bulging crotches. They brought various new oils and unguents, and began to tend to their mistress with practiced ease, causing her to sigh in delirious pleasure.  When one brushed against her breasts without permission, she kicked him sharply right in his bulge, causing the slave to yelp in pain, staggering back. “It’s so hard to find good slaves. Make the most of Bolo, dear. Aaaah. I’ll be wanting him for myself tomorrow.”   Relan tenderly began to soap her breasts, Izzara slowly relaxing and beginning to melt beneath his touch. He let the cloth circle her hardening nipples, cute dark buttons glossy from the bath-water and the lotions. He gently rubbed the soapy sponge along her chest, playfully rubbing her girlish stomach.

She sighed with pleasure, closing her eyes. “Go lower, slave.” She said, growing more confident. It saddened him that such a young girl should so quickly become so used to ordering him around like this, but he knew it wasn’t her fault. Besides, getting her on his good side would help ensure his survival, if her mother ever grew tired of him.

He teasingly obliged, washing her hairless young inlet with tender care, taking care to rub against her protruding clit, causing her to shudder a little and gasp.

“Yes, more. With your hands.” She whispered, and he put the cloth aside, his hands wet and stained with sweet-smelling lotion, as he began to caress her delicately, his fingers probing, testing her wetness and petting her clit, gently rubbing her labia.

She began to ease back against the pool, her tensions easing out, as she slid more into the pool, melting beneath his delicate touch. He began to fondle her pliable breasts, his hands gliding across her glimmering dusky flesh, kneading and massaging her.  She began to moan lowly, her eyes closing as she drifted off with pleasure, not resisting his touch. “More. Please.” She said, breathing.  He leaned in closer, filling her nostrils with his perfumed scent.  He slid his fingers deeper into her tight canal, widening her virginal pussy, feeling her growing wet and slippery as she continued to moan and shudder to his touch.

“Ah...put it in. Please...I want...I want release.” She shuddered. 
He lifted her slightly, clutching her tightly by the butt, remembering with a pang how he had made love to Thrali earlier, and now would use the same techniques to induct this spoilt matroness. He vowed not to feel bitter, and to try to give Izzara a memorable first-time.
Gripping her slender butt, he gently, slowly, teased her fronds with his head, slipping it in and out carefully, causing her to wince and gasp. As she adjusted and widened, he began to slide her further down his length, beginning his rhythmic insertion.

She looked down at him, her purple eyes filled with awe and lustful discovery, the new experiences flooding her body and vagina with pleasure.  Remembering his trick, he began to kiss Izzara along her shoulders and breasts, inhaling her own damasked scent, a rich and exotic tang with a hint of some ancient spice. She mewled with delight, not protesting at his forwardness, and he grew bolder, lavishing her with kisses and gentle caresses, even as he slowly began to penetrate deeper into her painfully tight crevice.  He felt his own pressure building, his thickening shaft and swelling balls filled with arcane energy and a powerful desire to erupt. He felt the bestial lust begin to dim his mind again, but he tried to fight it, and focus on slow, rhythmic lovemaking, Izzara sighing and gasping.

“Oh don’t be such a wuss, daughter!” called out Xorlarrin. “A real Matron is not a kitten. You must ride the Lion, and lose yourself in the savagery. Only then can you be made strong!”
Izzara shuddered. “Go faster, Bolo.” She commanded, irritably. Clearly she was not enjoying having her enjoyment dictated to her by her mother.

Relan complied, beginning to pound her faster, more roughly. She winced, biting her lip, her eyes flashing hurt and anger, but also a determination. “More. Give me all you have!” She said angrily, digging her nails into his back. He felt sad for this girl, forced to lose her virginity as her mother watched, but his own burning need swept aside his sympathies and detachment. The collar flared, pumping magic into his increasingly bestial and inhuman cock, and he grunted with lust as he began to ram into her, rupturing her hymen, his balls slapping against her.

She cried out, clearly in pain, but determined to embrace it, to master it, to show her mother she was no longer weak. She raked long furrows down his back, as he penetrated deeply, his huge shaft throbbing deep within her, filling her completely.   “More! More! Yes, fuck, make me cuuum!” She screamed her pain and pleasure mingling. His member burrowed deep into the oozing elf, his muscles burning with fatigue as he fucked her with wild abandon.

“Spank me, Spank me! More! More!” She called, desperate to be satisfied. He did as commanded, slapping her ass, causing her to wince in pain. He could tell she wasn’t enjoying this very much, but it was apparently what she wanted, or was expected to want.  Whilst continuing to spank her, he also felt that strange compulsion once again. He leaned in, surprising her, smothering her yelps and cries with a deep kiss, distracting her.

He leaned in, pressing close, sliding his hands along her back, and playfully tweaking at her long, delicate elven ears, causing her to shudder. He broke the kiss, leaving her gasping. “I want more of that.” She demanded, clearly preferring that to the more traditional drow sexual activities of inflicting pain.
Sensing her changing mood, he made an effort to reign in his lust, to slow his tempo. It was crucial he give this girl a powerful orgasm, but also to endear him to her, if he was to survive.

Feeling himself sore and desperate for climax, he continued to kiss her, nipping her lips and massaging the tips of her ears, causing her to mewl and squeal until, with a final burst of spasmodic energy, she achieved her first true sexual orgasm.  She writhed and juddered on his spear,  her long shout dying away into heavy, breathy gasps as she slid into the water, too tired to do anything but float. A trail of slick, thick vaginal juices flowed from her as he gently laid her on the side of the pool to rest, the black marble cooling her flushed skin as she moaned, thoroughly spent and content. For himself, his painfully constricted cock continued to throb. He growled, desperate for release, his hands twitching as he tried to jack himself vainly.

Xorlarrin giggled at the sight, a cruel sound. “Still horny? But of course, cock-slave. Isn’t it unbearable?  I must admit, you have shown incredible restraint and willpower. You should be near mindless with desire for cunny by now, humping anything that even looks remotely like a crack.” She smiled cruelly.

“Still, you have pleasured my daughter well, though she is still lacking in strength.  I will grant you some release. Now, come, pleasure me.”

He sobbed; his muscles sore and aching, his phallus raw and red from exhaustive fucking. How much sex had he had today, anyway? His balls ached, a veritable tidal wave of cum bottled up, restrained, a tight magical cinch squeezing him, keeping him unnaturally, painfully stiff.

Dragging him out of the pool, she commanded him to sit down on the marble floor with her. Bath slaves laid out towels, bowing out to leave the Mistress to her favourite.

Xorlarrin knelt down, taking his long sword in her mouth, beginning to suck and slurp at his long shaft, he felt something break inside of him. The collar flickered, dimming briefly. His eyes blazed with lustful fury, and he began to violently throat-fuck the surprised Matron. She gagged, spluttering, pushing him away, but he mounted her with speed as she caught her breath, and began to ravage her soaked vagina, fucking her brutally and savagely. She shouted with painful delight. “Yes! You animal! Ravage me! Ahhhh!” She screamed with frenzied delight, as he pounded her painfully. As she began to convulse with frenzied, painful orgasm, she finally gave him leave to climax, and he exploded deep within her, his seed spurting out with excruciating force, a fountain of sticky semen flooding her womb, dribbling in rivers out of her overflowing cunt. He exulted in triumph, howling a wordless, animal roar of pure, shuddering pleasure as he depleted himself in the writhing drow. He fell back, slipping back into the warm pool, his energy as spent as his cock.

Collapsing into the bath-waters, sighing in pain, his abused, engorged cock flopped free, swollen and red, gushes of white ooze still weakly blubbing out of him, covering the surface of the bath water in his viscous ooze.
Xorlarrin simply looked at him smugly, enjoying his post-coital agony. “Remember, even when I give you leave to feel pleasure, it is my pleasure that will always come first. And cock-slave, it is my pleasure to see you suffer.”
He groaned, feeling himself slipping into unconsciousness, his body thoroughly exhausted, and a powerful urge to sleep overtaking him...

When he awoke, he found himself again in the bed-chamber he had begun the day in, a long but thin chain running from his collar to the wall. He groaned, sitting up. His entire crotch felt as if it was on fire, still sore from the exhausted activity of the night before.
Was it still night? Or was it now day? He realised how silly it was to measure time this way, in this lightless place, where the light of the torches never changed.  He realised then just how shaky his grasp of time was. Had it really been 4 days since he had been captured? He looked around in panic. What if the Drow Matron wiped his memory, or he lost track of time when in the bestial-lust? 
He cast around, looking for something in this small chamber that was distinctive, some way he could measure time. But nothing. He sighed, frustrated.  Was there anything that the Drow could not take from him?

Then, suddenly, he remembered. He smiled.  He checked the collar, trying to see if it was still bright or not. The light of the runes had gone, but he remembered what had happened. The light had indeed dimmed. He had been lost; it was true, an animal urge to fuck consuming him. But it was not at the Matron’s command. She had pushed him past some limit. He remembered also.  She had not commanded him to cum using her command-word. He had simply done so. Perhaps any verbal command from her was sufficient, but he did not think so. If the collar could be weakened, if the lust-rage could be invoked more often and stronger...
He smiled. Perhaps he had a way out, after-all.

==========END OF PART FIVE=====================