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A Quest for Power
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
This story will consist of multiple chapters, its length will depend on howmuch reader feedback I get (i.e. how many people are enjoying the story) andhow many ideas I have (although readers feel free to send me ideas, I quiteoften use them in plot lines).
Since the codes for the story have to be predetermined before the story isposted (and I can't change them with each new chapter) I guessed at what codesI will be incorporating. I apologize if the code you were looking for was notin the chapters posted so far – I am intending to get to it. And I alsoapologize if I add something to the story for which I did not chose that code:it wasn't in my original design, but I have been known to change things asI write. A note on the gender codes: I tried to pick the ones which would applyto the main characters of the story and the ones which I will be using mostoften, otherwise, given the way the different societies of this world are setup, I would have had to have chosen all of the gender codes!
To make it a little easier, I will post a set of codes for each chapter atthe beginning, so you can know what to expect.
I hope you enjoy!!!
Cheers, Anon.
Chapter 1 – The New Amoureux
STORY CODES: M/m interracial spanking BDSM slavery gothic reluctantSerious
A huge smile lit his face. He was finally here. Runory shifted his backpacka little higher and winced slightly, as it brushed his bruised left shoulder.He had fought well and bravely today at the games; his blade had slain everyonehe had come across, until he was the only one left alive in the ring. The darkelf, or drow as they were otherwise known, was tired and elated at the sametime. He was alive. And he was now an Amoureux, part of the harem of one ofthe most powerful female drow in the city. He would no longer have to worryabout fighting to stay alive. As part of her house, he would be under her protection.
A drow looked up and saw him. "Put your stuff over there," he pointed carelesslyto an empty bed. Runory noticed the place was packed with male drow, movinghere, there, and everywhere like a bunch of busy insects. Runory ignored themall and the idle chatter than seemed to buzz in the air, as he began to unpackhis things.
He had always wanted to be an Amoureux. Now, he was in the most famous houseof lovers, the one most sought after, for the head Amoureux of this house wasnot a drow at all but an elf. Runory had only seen him once from a distance,the pale skin was hard to miss among the dark gray of the rest of his race,as was his blonde hair among the sea of black.
Runory was almost finished unpacking when he felt the blade on his throat.His heart raced, as he mentally began to think of ways to escape. It was onlythen that he noticed that it was silent in the room; there was no one thereexcept him and whoever stood behind him. Runory had been so caught up withrelieve and joy to finally be here, that he had not been paying attention tohis surroundings. A mistake which had proven to be the death of many drow.
A white handle flashed in the torchlight and the hard, cold steel pressedmore firmly against his skin, as he felt in contrast the very hot body pushagainst his from behind. The warm breath fanned out against his cheek and heardthe voice whisper in his ear. "I'm going to take you now," it told him. "Andyou will do nothing. Nothing at all."
Runory felt a large, pulsing penis push into his buttocks. His first reactionwas to pull away. Males did not touch other males; it was unheard of in drowsociety. The only thing males did were pleasure females, or oneself if theywere discrete and took the risk of getting caught. For females made sure thatmale drow had as little power as possible, and that included over their ownbody. The knife cut into his throat as he moved, and Runory stopped.
"It would be a shame to kill you, after you just survived the games," thevoice said. "But I will tolerate no disobedience among my Amoureux. You willdo what I tell you to."
Runory started to tremble, as he felt the erection against him again. Hewas not sure if it was from fear or from desire, for despite what was happeningto him, the drow was strangely aroused from this encounter. He cleared histhroat. "Alright, whatever you say," he whispered.
He prided himself on being a fierce and cunning warrior. The fact that hefound himself thrown on the bed was disconcerting enough, but to find a pairof balls pressed right up again his chin caught him totally off guard. He juststared at them for a moment, and a second was all the time the figure on topof him needed.
Bellar, wearing nothing but his tunic, moved himself down to the drow's hips,as he took a minute to observe the figure beneath him with glittering blueeyes. Runory's muscles were large, even for that of the drow, and he was tallerthan most too. His long, fine black hair was knotted at the back of his head,and those green eyes showed a mixture of confusion and uncertainty to them.The firm set of the drow's jaw revealed his reluctance to turn over controlto another mere male, but Bellar would soon change that. There was no traceof fear whatsoever in his stance, and the elf's respect for the drow went upa notch. That Runory was an extraordinary fighter there was little doubt, forit took great courage, ambition, and skill to compete in the games, let aloneto win. The price set for failure was great, but so was the reward of winning.And now, Bellar would show him exactly what it was he had won.
The elf briefly recalled how his own path had brought him to this point.The female drow had captured him many long years ago and made him one of theirAmoureux, for he was no good to them as a fighter; his skills in the art ofkilling were inferior to those of the drow. The trees, the sky, and the sunwarm upon his face were now nothing but distant memories in this undergroundcity. Many would have given up, but Bellar was grateful just to be alive andtried to make the best of the situation. He had worked hard at his new trade,always keeping in mind that failure to remain of value to the drow would behis death. The elf was skilled at the task set before him, and soon he foundhimself in charge of a large group of males. He prided himself on teachinghis males how best to pleasure another sexually. In fact, they frequently practicedon each other. Although this was not allowed, the female drow ignored his activitiessimply because the results were so intensely erotic compared to anything elsethey had ever experienced.
Bellar let his eyes travel over the length of the drow. Today's lesson wasabout submission. In order to be a good lover, one first must learn how togive oneself completely to another. Bellar twirled his knife in his hand absently,as he watched the muscles in Runory's body tighten.
The elf was making him nervous with that blade. Runory knew that he was asuperior warrior, that although the elf was lithe and lean, Bellar was no matchfor his own brute strength. Runory moved his arms, only to find that they werebound to the iron headboard by a thin silk scarf. Damn. The elf must have donethat when he was distracted by his balls.
Bellar smiled. "You will not break those bonds," he told the drow. They bothknew that Runory could in a moment if he wanted to; in fact, the elf had probablychosen silk because he knew the drow could easily free himself. That was notthe point of this exercise. Runory wanted to be an Amoureux, so he would betaught exactly what that meant. The drow started to quiver as Bellar movedhis knife lower and lower. But somehow he knew that the elf would not hurthim. Indeed, it was as much anticipation of what he would do next that madehim shiver; a feeling the drow did not understand.
Bellar used the blade at his captive's waist to cut into the fabric of hisbreeches, narrowly missing an important part of Runory's anatomy. He heardthe drow's sharp inhale, but it only served to increase the enjoyment of thisgame. In several smooth fluid movements, he sliced Runory's breeches and tunicto rags. Bellar dropped the knife carelessly to the floor, where it landedwith a soft thud, before he moved to Runory's ankles and removed the ruinedcloth. The elf ran his hand up his captive's legs, lingering on the drow'ships, and saw Runory's eyes widen. Then he removed the drow's tunic, leavinghim naked and vulnerable, tied to the bed with no weapons or armor of any kind.His hands traveled to Runory's throat, and for a moment he watched, as theblood fell freely from the small cut he had made on the drow's neck. Bellarsmiled, as he watched the red rivulet stain the satiny softness of the whitepillow. Blood was such a pretty colour. The elf lowered his mouth and beganto drink the dark fluid.
Runory started to breath faster. He could not believe this elf was beingso bold. He could not believe how incredibly turned on his was by this treatment.Vaguely he wondered when Bellar was going to bring in the female. Runory hadhis share of members of the opposite sex, but none who were high ranking inthe city.
Runory felt Bellar's hands on his chest, tracing the outline of his muscledbody. When the wandering fingers found his nipple and squeezed it hard, thedrow bit down on his lower lip to stifle a groan. Bellar smiled, pleased withthe new Amoureux reaction. The elf then moved back to sit between Runory'slegs, as he ran his hands down to across the rippled plane of his captive'sabdomen and lower still to cup his scrotum; briefly, fleetingly, like a softbreeze caresses one's cheek. Runory's penis started to become aroused, notfully, as if he was unsure what his reaction to all of this should be.
The drow watched, fascinated, as the elf took one of his own fingers in hismouth and began to suck. He did not know why his mouth went dry at the sight.He knew he should not be enjoying this; it was forbidden. Maybe he would takemore pleasure in it if he knew what the elf had planned, but this was totallynew for him.
Bellar removed his finger and moved it between Runory's legs. It was a shock,when that cold, wet finger traced the opening of his body. The drow moved awayin surprise and fear, as he clenched his butt cheeks tightly together, refusingthe elf what he sought. "No, we shouldn't be doing this," Runory cried desperately.
"You are mine, and I will not be denied," Bellar spat at him, as he lungedforward; his mouth finding the drow's nipple and biting down hard.
Runory cried out his face contorted in pain but soon it eased, as Bellarstarted licking the tortured nipple. Like a cat drinking milk the pink tonguedarted in and out of his mouth, lapping at the sensitive skin. Runory's featurestook on a new look, and suddenly he no longer cared what the elf did to him.As if sensing his acceptance, Bellar moved his hands to the drow's inner thighparting those legs once again. The soft fabric of the elf's tunic, brushedagainst his balls, and Runory's mouth parted slightly, as he gasped for a breath.Bellar found his original target and with sure, deft strokes, he played withhis captive's opening. He could feel Runory growing harder and harder againsthis arm, as he continued to touch without entering the drow's body.
Bellar moved his head lower, licking his way downward, as he felt Runory'ssurrender to his touch. The drow's muscles moved, not away from him, but archingevery so slightly into him, eager for more. The drow made a soft moaning sound,as Bellar lowered his mouth between his legs and started to lick Runory's balls.Not, fast and furious like his had done with the nipple, but slow and languid,taking his time to make sure not a single spot was missed. As he licked, hisother hand moved to the drow's penis; his fingertips light as a feather, gentlycaressing, teasing the hard erection.
He knew he was winning, and Bellar was satisfied. But it was one thing forRunory to let him touch and explore; it was yet another to yield to him enoughto climax. "Let go, Amoureux," the elf told him. "Give in to me." Bellar flickedhis tongue up the drow's shaft, which was standing erect and proud. His tonguetouched the tip and was pleased to find a salty bead of moisture there.
The elf's long, unbound, blonde hair, draped across Runory's stomach, itssilky softness teasing his skin. He felt one of Bellar's hands on the baseof his shaft; the other reached to cup his balls. That is went he felt himselfbeing buried in a warm, wet environment. He groaned loudly and arched intothe elf's mouth. Never before had he experienced anything like this. The intensityof it astonished him, calling to the primal depths of his sexuality.
Bellar's teeth dragged along his skin, as he took the drow as far into hismouth as he could. He could not fit entirely inside, so he massaged the restof his penis with his hand. Slowly, Bellar sucked, as he pulled his mouth back,hallowing out his cheeks. He reached the tip and gently nipped it with hispearly whites. He circled it with his tongue, again, and again, until he drewit deep into his mouth once more.
The elf was torturing him, Runory decided, for there was no other sensationthat he had ever felt that was so sweet and at the same time so painful. Hewanted it to stop. He wanted more. He wanted it to last forever. He did notknow what he wanted, so he let instinct take over; he surrendered himself tothe awareness, which had been awakened in his body and thrust into the elf.Again and again, the elf moved up and down his shaft, with hands squeezing,teasing, and tormenting him. He could take it no more.
Bellar took the drow deep in his throat and sucked hard. Then he drank. Ah,there was nothing better than the salty taste of another male. It was betterthan the finest wine, the sweetest juice, and the purest water. Only when thedrow lay back, emptied and satisfied, did the elf pull back and stand besidehim.
Runory lay with his eyes closed, and a smile upon his face. His body wasbruised from the fighting that morning, but at the same time it held a glowthat could only come from intense delight of the body. Bellar removed his tunic,his fingers trembling slightly over the buttons. This drow was magnificentlybuilt, a fine specimen. He was really going to enjoy this.
Runory was so relaxed, he did nothing as the elf rolled him over, and pulledhis butt up in the air, his legs curling under him before resting his abdomendown on his knees. He just lay there content to do nothing. Until he felt asharp pain unlike anything he had ever experienced before. Runory let out apiercing yell, before a hand clamped over his mouth.
"Be quiet!" Bellar commanded. "Do you want every female in the place to discoverwhat we are doing?" He did not trust the drow to be silent, so he kept hishand there as he thrust inside him again. Oh, but he was so tight, like a virgin.Actually, he probably was in some sense of the word.
After a while Runory's pain receded leaving only pleasure in its wake. Theelf's hand was pressing against his mouth and nose which made breathing difficult.He feared he was going to pass out, so he bit into the soft, tender, fleshthat held him.
Ah, so the drow has spirit in him after all, Bellar thought, as he felt thepain in his hand. But it only served to increase the desire, as he pushed harderinto Runory. It was only when he felt the drow start to fall over that he removedhis hand. After all, he had proven that he was in control of this situation,and he did not want his captive to lose consciousness.
Runory gasped for air and steadied himself. He felt Bellar pulled back andslapped him in the ass, before plunging into him again. Runory felt himselfgrow hard again. He did not think that he could so soon, but the sensationswere too pleasurable to resist.
Bellar sensed the change in him and continued to hit him again and again.The elf heard Runory's muffled cries, as the drow buried his face in a pillow,but Bellar did not care at all about his captive's satisfaction. This was notabout Runory's pleasure at all. First it had been to make the drow surrender.Now it was all about taking what was owed to him as head Amoureux.
He reached with both hands around the drow's ribs and dug his fingernailsleaving a trail of blood in their wake. Bellar could feel his impending release.He was so close. The drow was so tight. He thrust one more time violently againstthe drow; his face contorted, his mouth opened, his eyes closed, with his headthrown back in wild abandonment, as his long blonde hair fell like a curtainbehind him. Bellar spilt his seed into that tight ass.
As Bellar withdrew, Runory straightened his legs flush onto the bed. Theelf noticed the wet stain on the sheets and was pleased. At least the drowwould not put up a fuss when he took him again, for there would be anothertime. The head Amoureux looked up to the drow's face, and saw Runory was alreadyasleep. He ran his fingers along the drow's head, in his dark hair, much likeone would pet a dog, for that was all he really was to Bellar. He smiled, ashe released the scarf from his captive's wrists. The drow would make a goodAmoureux.
The female watched from the doorway as the scene had unfolded before her.It was one thing for Bellar to conduct his practices in private and quite anotherto do so in front of an opened door where anyone walking by might see. Shewould be a laughing stock if the other females knew what went on between herAmoureux. They were drow - the ultimate terror in the world, fierce, cunning,and ruthless in their quest for power. She would not tolerate anything thatwould jeopardize her standing, and these practices among her Amoureux definitelywould do so if discovered. She would have to teach them a lesson for theircarelessness; one they would not soon forget.
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