The Thrall: Vex/The Briarwoods

Trigger warning: ****/****.

Vex stood still as her Master paced around her. His heavy footfalls echoed off the stone walls and tapestries of Whitestone Castle all the way up to the ceiling high above them, where a beautiful crystal chandelier cast a warm glow across her. Her Mistress watched from the throne, an amused smile on her lips as she nibbled on some grapes. Tired of waiting, Vex rolled her eyes and put her hands on her hips.

"Well, Master? Am I fit for purpose?"

He swept up behind her, and Vex hummed appreciatively as he kissed her neck. His closeness was intoxicating. "Patience, my dear. If you want to serve us, you shall have to learn to wait." He pulled away again, licking his lips.

"You're such a tease, Master," Vex tutted. "Why did you bring me here if not to fuck?"

Standing up from the throne, her Mistress approached, popping one last grape into her mouth. "She's right, darling. Surely you've played with your food long enough?" Her voice was like poisoned honey, sweet but deadly. Vex liked it. "Look how much she's gagging for it."

"Fine," he said. A sharpened claw traced along her collarbone, and then over her bare breast, making every hair on her body stand on end. "Kneel."

"You could at least say please," Vex teased, but her knees were already on the cold stone floor. She looked up at him eagerly, and her hands went to his belt and deftly unclasped it. Before she could go any further, though, his strong hands caught her wrists and held her still.

"I didn't tell you to do that," he hissed.

"Well, what else am I going to do, start praying to the Wildmother? Take it out already, I want to know how it tastes."

Delilah chuckled to herself. Her husband's charm was powerful, and that the ranger still had fire enough to talk back was a true testament to her will. Most mortals would be a blank slate by now. Putting a finger under the half-elf's chin, she turned her angular face to hers, considering her for a moment. "I like her."

"She talks too much," Sylas said.

She stroked his shoulder playfully and whispered in his ear, "So shut her up." With a swift tug, she dropped his pants to around his ankles as she laid a kiss on his cheek.

Vex's eyes went wide at the sight of her Master's cock. It was pale, just as pale as him, even as it began to grow hard. She reached out a hand and took hold of it. It was cold to the touch. Licking her lips, she leaned forwards and kissed one side, then the other, and he grunted and ran his claws through her hair. She smiled to herself, before wrapping her lips around his head and stroking him gently while her tongue explored his tip.

"You're a good little cocksucker, aren't you girl?" Delilah smirked. Vex looked at her and nodded, still swirling her tongue around it slowly and savoring every square inch. "Let's see how much you can take."

Taking the hint, Vex flicked her eyes up to her Master and began sliding her lips down his shaft until his cool head was tickling the back of her throat. She was barely halfway down his length. After a deep breath through her nose, she flexed her throat and resumed sliding forwards. His thick cock slid down her esophagus, and her eyes started watering as her neck bulged.

Sylas groaned. The feeling of the ranger's warm, wet mouth around him was nothing short of incredible. Twisting his claws into her hair, he guided her further down until her lips were pressing against his stomach, his entire length buried down her tight, wet throat. Her eyes were still obediently locked on his. "We really must keep this one," he said softly.

Delilah smirked and kissed his shoulder. "Well that really depends on you, doesn't it darling? You know I cannot stop you when you're hungry." She stroked Vex's cheek appreciatively. "You are right, though. It would be a terrible waste."

Vex fought the urge to gag. She wanted to please her Master, and what better way to do that than by proving how his cock belonged in her mouth. Gazing up at him, she batted her eyelashes to get some of the moisture out of her eyes, but held fast. Her hands drifted to his thighs and teased him slowly as she gently pulled backwards, though not enough to breathe, and then descended once more. Pleasuring him with her mouth felt so right, like she was born for it.

Delilah watched the ranger's display with growing respect. Her husband was certainly not small, and taking his whole length was no mean feat. "Enjoying yourself, darling?" she whispered in his ear as she began to unbutton his shirt.

Her husband was unable to do anything more than grunt as he turned to his wife and kissed her hungrily. She laughed into the kiss and pulled his shirt off, leaving him as naked as the half-elf. She ran her hands over his skin, the coldness and firmness of his muscles like marble under her fingertips. In return, she felt his claws begin to work the fastenings of her dress loose.

Vex finally pulled back for air with a soft pop. A string of saliva connected her lips to his tip, and it trembled as she breathed heavily, her face flushed with arousal. She continued stroking her Master as she gazed up at the glorious sight of him making out with her Mistress. Part of her wished that she was the one being kissed, but a larger part recognised her place. She was nothing more than a plaything for them, made to pleasure and to suck and to lick, and that was exactly what she would do.

With renewed vigor, she enveloped her Master's cock again and resumed sucking. Wet slurping noises came from her mouth as she worked without regard for her own dignity; her only concern was his pleasure. As she gagged and spluttered, she felt a **** ache begin to grow in her loins, and her pussy began to leak onto the stone floor.

Suddenly, his hands were in her hair again, and she was pulled off him. Vex looked up and saw her Master staring at her with unbridled hunger in his eyes. "Master?" she asked coyly. "Did I do something wrong?"

Without a word, he grabbed her shoulders and hoisted her effortlessly to her feet. Then he was kissing her neck, her collarbone, her breasts, as one hand slipped down to the gap between her legs and slid along her wet slit. She gasped and threw her head back as he brushed her clit. Bringing his fingers to his lips, he licked away her juices and shuddered with delight. "She tastes delicious," he murmured.

Taking her hand, he led her to a chaise longue that was tucked against the back wall and lay down on it with his erection pointing skywards. Vex gazed at it longingly. "Ride me," her Master commanded, his eyes drilling into her.

A muffled sound caught her attention, and she looked around for the source. Against a wall, a disheveled figure was slumped, so small that she had barely noticed him until now. He was gagged and chained, and had bruises on his pale face and dirt in his white hair. His eyes pleaded with her through a pair of glasses. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew his name.

"Come here." Her Master snapped her out of her thoughts, and an invisible **** pulled her closer. Heart hammering in her chest, she practically staggered forwards into the chair and in a blur she was straddling his waist, her hands on his cool chest. Lust burned in her navel. His cold hands slid up her thighs, and the hair on the back of her neck stood on end. His voice penetrated the deepest recesses of her mind. "Ride me," he commanded again.

"Yes, Master," Vex whispered. Without another glance toward the chained figure, she slid down onto the cool shaft of Sylas Briarwood and moaned with pleasure.