Warlords 7

After a few days of dealing with the 'Scholar's advances Leti, the stable master, was a bit fed up. The woman for one was a complete degenerate. It seemed as though the change in her skill-set from a mage to a 'cunning' pet had more effects on her personality than expected. The entertainment tree was one that held the expectation that there would be some change involved, but Leti would not have thought that the scholar would become a devious creature as a result of cunning. She noted down that it was perhaps the case with all pets after they are tamed and re-talented, and it was more just a matter of not being able to communicate effectively.

The woman constantly harassed Leti during work and outside of work, giving her no escape to the constant sexual torment.

“I wish Chaz had gone down the other path in my 'tree' as you call it. Then I could actually make you my bitch.” The scholar mused happily, leaning on the stable next to the stable master. Leti tried to ignore her, but found the Cunning eredar pet would constantly find any opportunity to put her hands on Leti's ass or tits while she wasn't giving the scholar any attention. Yrel was constantly out of reach as well, unfortunately. According to her she was dealing with things related to politics and warfighting and missions. Even if she was a stabled pet, she still had her duties to pay attention to.

“What was it like? Becoming a pet.” Leti asked, trying to distract the woman away from sexually harassing her. Surprisingly the inquiry worked and the scholar stepped back to think.

“It was terrifying.” The scholar said assuredly. The answer surprised Leti, who presumed some sort of romanticized version of what happened. No, the eredar continued along the same lines.

“I felt real fear as it happened. I was unable to do anything while I felt my mind practically melt. Some thoughts faded or melded together. Knowledge was lost and I could feel myself losing it. Work that had taken me thousands of years was being canceled out by such a flippant act carried out by what I believe to be an ingenious, yet insignificant creature. Aspects of my personality changed or faded into nothing. If I could simplify it, have you have wondered what creation might feel like?”

Leti stared at the woman, completely incapable of movement or response. It was an aspect of her skill-set to allow others to hang on her every word, but there was also a severe feeling of horror and intrigue. She shook her head.

“Right. Well, it is not a common thought. Those who contemplate philosophy consider it in some schools of thought. The act of bringing something into the world. Assembling it's expertise and personality. Conjuring things that make it complex and unique. Understand?” Leti nodded.

“What I felt was that in reverse. I felt like I was being uncreated. So yes, I was scared.”

“Are you-”

“No. because what came after was a sense of loyalty, purpose and pleasure all mixed together. When I am under his control I am not just motivated to serve... Serving is the motivation and it feels good. The satisfaction I got from doing whatever he said was hundreds of times greater than the feeling of completing a project or...” The scholar eyed Leti.

“A good day of work in your case.”

Leti gulped, looking down at the reigns she held loosely. One of the tasks she was working on while trying to ignore the scholar. The feeling of satisfaction after completing a job was pretty good. It was a mild feeling but amplified hundreds of times, Leti could imagined that it could feel very good. She realized she was becoming a bit too engrossed and shook it off. The scholar could do that if given enough of a persons attention she was able to become their world, in a sense. Leti saw it happen with some of the weak workers. They became obsessed, then enraptured, then spent. She was not good for productivity, but nobody really knew at that point what was going on.

“But... You mentioned you don't feel like you anymore?”

“Oh, goodness no...” The scholar smiled at Leti in a way that was far too chipper for someone aware of that fact.

“I do not even fully believe I have a soul anymore. At least not a strong one.”

“W-what? What's that mean?”

She looked up in thought. “When it happened I could feel Yrel's meditative light squeezing my being.” The scholar could see that sounded confusing and vague, so she paused and reached a bit for an analogy.

“You know when you are trying to fit something into something else?”

“Yes. You have to make it fit. Bring some things in, adjust others.”

The scholar nodded, finding a good addition to her analogy there. “That's very good! Yes, things were being adjusted and moved by the aura.”

“So then-”

“But then it just kept getting tighter...” leti gulped as the woman smirked at her, almost reveling in the discomfort she was eliciting.

“What happens when you keep trying to push and compress, going beyond what you are trying to fit should allow?”

Leti's eyes widened past where they could usually go. Her mouth fell open and she answered easily with the first, truthful thing that came to mind.

“If you do that it wont return to it's original shape... It'll... Break.”

The scholar nodded slowly, bringing a hand to her heart. I am sure I look n- relatively normal.” She shrugged. She was over 8 feet tall and incredibly stacked and though they were hidden she had quite a wingspan otherwise. Just normal was an exaggeration.

“I sound normal. But my soul, I believe, is that of an animal. I no longer feel Yrel's aura but it is still out of shape, broken.” She did not seem upset by that. The scholar moved closer, adding seductively.

“The odd thing is, it does not feel bad at all. Actually, it feels great.” She sounded as if she was being honest, but with how convincing Leti knew she was capable of being, it was impossible to be sure.

“You could feel great, too.” She offered, getting incredibly close to Leti. The large woman wrapped an arm around her shoulder, her sharp nails tapping her blue skin on the other side.

Leti shuddered. The woman was a foot shorter than the scholar and of a very average build comparatively. She had an athletic, boyish frame that contributed to people not noticing her as much. Certainly she did not get approached by males the way Yrel, and now the scholar, did. It only just hit her after the talk but the attention the bland, short-brown-haired draenei with unimpressively short horns was starved for was being given so readily. At least, that was the thought swirling around her head while the scholar was looking into her innocent, bright blue eyes. She realized quickly that the scholar's face was inches from hers and she was simply staring enticingly down while Leti was close and within her grasp.

“What? This isn't-” Leti tried to look away only to have the scholar forcibly turn her head by the chin to continue looking into her eyes.

“Relax.” The scholar said soothingly, lowering the hand braced on her opposite shoulder to rub her back gently. Leti melted slightly under the affection. It was unusual for her and not as unwelcome as it was before, strangely. She still had the feeling of wanting to look away but the desire to continue staring was a bit more enticing.

“Okay.” She had not had the thought until that point, but she noticed the scholar had the most beautiful eyes. Leti had no idea how she was able to ignore them up until now.

“You are not safe.” The words left the eredar's mouth and Leti heard them but the meaning stopped once they reached her brain. She became a bit giggly, as if under the effects of a ****.

“Hehe. What?” Leti asked jovially, staring deeper into the scholar's eyes. She was not aware that she had not blinked in a full minute.

The scholar grinned widely, showing off her elongated canines. “I am an animal, dear. A predator, and I want you. You are my prey.” That statement, said clearly enough, was enough to alarm the drunk draenei and at least give her pause.

“I-I don't wanna be prey...” She struggled in the woman's tight grasp and felt that she was incredibly strong. Or the stable master was simply very weak at that moment. As she struggled she felt able to turn her pupils away from the scholars as her cheeks flushed a deep red.

“Why'd you say that?” She groaned weakly. As she asked, confusingly, Leti was let go and allowed to stumble back.

“Because I think you want to be wanted... Seen... Loved.” Leti cringed, having to struggle to avoid turning and staring at the scholar once more. She shakily started to walk back a few more hoof-lengths, but felt drawn to her words without even looking. They were accurate. Leti had always been average, normal. She could not imagine being wanted by someone. In that moment she did not have to imagine. She just was.

“You are 'food' to me, Leti.” The scholar said honestly. The way she said it however did not give the impression that she was actually going to be eaten. More that in submitting there was some part of her that would feed the woman before her. Even if it was not as severe, the sense was definitely that giving in meant losing something to the Eredar's 'hunger'.

“But that means you are wanted by someone and in a way, isn't that just enough?” There was a pause where Leti no longer retreated but remained uncertain. To break the silence the eredar clicked her tongue loudly. A known gesture of annoyance and indifference that immediately drew the average draenei's attention. When she looked, painfully the scholar looked away with her arms crossed under her heavy chest. Leti gulped and felt an immediate wash of regret and loss as the woman's eyes were no longer on her. She hated to admit it but, even as she resisted, the thought of those predatory eyes on her, wanting her, filled her with meaning. Without thinking she stumbled forward and fell to her knees, begging.

“Please! I was wrong! Please finish me off, eat me! I'm prey, I'm-”

If there was an opportunity to realize what she was saying and asking, it was a brief second between her begging and the moment the Scholar turned her head and looked down with a smug smile. Once her eyes fell on Leti's one last time they simply stared at each other wordlessly for a full minute. The scholar was basking in the moment of submission while Leti was merely awed.

“Hmph.” The scholar intoned, placing a hand on top of Leti's head annoyedly. The triumph was a bit more hard fought than she wanted. She bowed the draenei girl's head with her hand manually. There was no longer any resistance, just a seduced 'pet' kneeling in front of her mistress.

“Time to 'eat.'” Scholar offered casually, stepping over Leti until the athletic draenei was looking up directly between the woman's thick thighs. Leti understood immediately and began licking at the dominant eredar's exposed slit. Her tongue glided between the folds without thought and circled her tiny hooded button, much to the other party's enjoyment.

“There... Like that.” The woman moaned, turning her head and jumping when she saw Yrel standing in the doorway looking annoyed.

“I can explain?”

“How can a pet have a pet!?” Yrel asked angrily.

“Sh-she's just seduced, I swear! I wanted to have fun with her but she kept ignoring me...” The scholar whined childishly. Leti was still going very intently between her legs, causing the woman to occasionally twitch as she tried to explain.

Yrel planted her face in her palm. “Look... Just don't get caught and make sure she isn't broken. Master needs her.”

The scholar brightened. “I promise! I'll just warp her a little, you know? Mess with her head?”

She narrowed her eyes at the two of them for a moment before leaving. “Degenerate.”

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