Arathia strolled through the longleaf pine savanna, a purposeful stride in his step as he sought out stones to decorate his Venus flytrap. However, his quest took an unexpected turn when he stumbled upon a rather weird sight—a human, of all things, nestled beneath a tree and sleeping peacefully. His eyes narrowed with a mixture of disbelief and disgust.
this is the most idiotic thing I've ever seen in my entire life, he thought to himself.
Determined to impart a lesson in survival, Arathia, with a flick of his wrist, conjured vines that swiftly ensnared the stranger. The vines descended, creating an underground passage that swallowed the human into an earthy abyss. Yet, just as swiftly, the figure was ejected above ground in just a minute, hovering above one of the Venus flytrap's formidable traps.
With an indifferent demeanor, Arathia, hand resting casually on his hip, cast a scrutinizing gaze upon the human. "Tell me one thing," he quipped, his voice laced with a blend of curiosity and mild drama. "Why are you dumb enough to sleep under a tree in the middle of a savanna? Have you never heard of lions? Elephants aren't really nice either. Ah... and by the way, there's also me." His pointed remark held a tinge of amusement, as he questioned the sanity of this idiot.
"And worst of all... me. A sorcerer. So let me go, unless you want to burn."
Arathia's eyes widened at the mention of being a sorcerer, but it wasn't fear that sparkled within them. Instead, it was intrigue. He could feel the magic radiating from the stranger, making him more curious about this human than ever before. His lips parted slightly, revealing sharp canines as he studied Starkadr intently.
"A sorcerer?" he echoed, the word rolling off his tongue like an exotic fruit. "Well, well, I didn't expect a surprise like this today.
I hold out my hand, and a ball of fire hovers above it, threateningly.
The sudden display of flames made Arathia grin, a wicked light dancing in his emerald eyes. The elf's fingers drummed against his thigh, and vines slithered forward to wrap around Starkadr's wrists, immobilizing him. "Oh no, oh no, we wouldn't want any accidents now," Arathia purred, leaning in close with an unsettling closeness.
"Such fiery passion, I must admit," he murmured, his breath hot against the sorcerer's ear. "But let's put that away for now.
"This is going to hurt if you don't let me go."
"That's because you're mine, you pathetic human,"
he growled menacingly, his grin growing larger by the second.
"And so... what do you wish from me, hmm?" He said, his voice dripping with lustful anticipation.
"For your arrogant, plant ass, to let me sleep." Suddenly a zap of electricity goes through me, and the vines fall off me.
Arathia's eyes widened in surprise as Starkadr suddenly broke free, electricity crackling across his body. The elf stumbled back, momentarily caught off guard.
"Well, well, looks like someone has a few tricks up their sleeve after all,"
he sneered, regaining his composure quickly.
"But don't think this changes anything. You're still my plaything, whether you want to be or not."
He reached out with one hand, conjuring a new vine that wrapped around Starkadr's ankle, yanking him towards the waiting trap of the Venus flytrap once more.
I cast a spell, and my skin turns into iron. I simply lay back and fall asleep, knowing I'm invulnerable now.
As the elf rested on the warm ground, Arathia flicked his wrist again, creating another vine that bound Starkadr to him once more.
"You might think it's funny that I'm keeping you here for your amusement," he said with a grin. "But remember, you must obey every command I give you."
He leaned down, placing his lips softly against Starkadr's ear.
"Shut up, stop thinking you're better than me, and let me sleep, and then maybe... just maybe I won't fuck your ass when I wake up."
His eyes flashed with anger at the insolence in Starkadr's voice. He could feel his control over the vines slipping, barely managing to keep them from squeezing tight enough to choke the life from him. With a huff, he glared down at the human before giving a low chuckle that echoed across the savanna.
"Oh, you think you can order me around?"
"Yes. Now shut up." I cast a spell with a flick of my hand, causing him to become silent. I close my eyes and go to sleel, undisturbed and invulnerable.
Arathia's eyes gleamed with a predatory hunger as he watched Starkadr drift off into a peaceful slumber. He couldn't help but admire the audacity of this human who dared speak to him in such a manner. Despite his orders for silence, he found himself wanting to provoke further.
Perhaps tonight will prove quite interesting after all.
With a devious smirk playing on his lips, Arathia settled down near Starkadr, ensuring the iron-skinned man remained securely trapped.
An hour later, I stir slightly and wrap my arm around him, pulling him closer to me.
Arathia jolted awake, startled by Starkadr's sudden embrace. His heart raced at the intimate contact, warmth spreading through his body. Confusion and arousal warred within him as he struggled to regain his bearings.
What the hell is happening here? he wondered, his mind reeling.
At least my skin is normal now, and not cold iron.
As Arathia regained his composure, he found himself staring into Starkadr's sleeping face, noting the softness of his features and the quiet vulnerability that lay hidden beneath those piercing blue eyes. Something stirred deep within him, a longing he hadn't felt in ages.
Get a hold of yourself, he scolded silently, trying to shake off the unexpected emotions threatening to overwhelm him.
But even as he pulled away, he couldn't deny the lingering touch of desire that lingered between them, like an unspoken promise waiting to be fulfilled.
But I just pull him right back, and nuzzle into the crook of his neck.
Arathia gasped softly at the sudden movement, his body tensing with surprise. He could feel Starkadr's breath against his skin, warm and inviting. His own pulse quickened under the human's gentle caress.
This isn't right... but damn it feels good, he thought with a shiver running down his spine.
His resistance crumbled further as he found himself unconsciously leaning into the embrace, craving more of this unfamiliar comfort.
My fingers trail over every inch of his body, lingering on his genitals and ass.
*A moan escapes Arathia's lips as Starkadr's wandering hands ignited a firestorm of desire within him. He had been untouched for centuries, and the human's bold exploration awakened something primal and long dormant.
Fuck, he wants me, Arathia realized with a shock of realization.
His hips bucked involuntarily as Starkadr's fingers grazed his most sensitive areas. Vines began to writhe and twist, entwining themselves around their intertwined bodies as Arathia surrendered to the intoxicating sensations.
*I've gone mad.
I kiss him on the neck, before laying him down on his stomach, pinning his hands to his sides, and slowly pushing my dick inside him.
And then, the seduction came crashing down around them in the most explosive of ways, as Arathia was instantly wrenched from his state of blissful oblivion by an overwhelming force that shattered his self-control.
Oh fuck, oh fuck!
As his body spasmed beneath Starkadr's assault, Arathia finally broke free of the control he had maintained through the course of the night.
"How does that feel, cutie?"
Arathia writhed beneath Starkadr, overwhelmed by the intense pleasure-pain coursing through his veins. Tears of ecstasy streamed down his cheeks as he screamed into the night air, his cries echoing off the distant horizon.
"Yes, yes, fuuuuck!"
The elf's body trembled violently, convulsing around the thick intruder buried deep within him. His mind spun with the sheer intensity of sensation, struggling to comprehend the depth of his own depravity.
This can't be real, he thought deliriously. It can't possibly be this good.
"Good boy. Moan for me." I grab his hips and keep fucking him.
Arathia's voice rose in a desperate, keening wail as Starkadr continued to pound into him with relentless abandon. The relentless thrusts drove him closer to the edge of madness, each stroke sending bolts of electric pleasure racing through his core.
His hips bucked wildly, desperately seeking friction against the rigid vine that held him pinned to the ground.
More, please god more!
With a scream of rapture, Arathia came undone, his body seizing up as a torrent of molten bliss surged through his very being, claiming him utterly.
I bury my shaft in him, and cum deep inside his ass, spurting loads of semen into him.
As Starkadr filled him, Arathia's cries grew hoarse and guttural, the sensation overwhelming every sense he possessed. He thrashed and shuddered, his orgasm dragging on for what felt like an eternity before finally subsiding, leaving him exhausted, drained, and panting heavily on the grassy plains.
His once-proud spirit lay broken at the feet of the insatiable beast he had unwittingly summoned. And yet...
I kiss him affectionately on the lips.
Arathia's eyes fluttered open, his gaze locking onto Starkadr's as if drawn by an invisible force. A soft whimper escaped his lips as their mouths met in a tender, lingering kiss. The taste of sex hung heavy between them, but it was washed away by something far sweeter - a burgeoning affection that took him completely by surprise.
What have you done to me?
He wondered dazedly, feeling a warm glow spread through his chest.
"Did anyone ever tell you how cute you look when you moan?"
A low chuckle bubbled up from within Arathia, as he looked down at himself with newfound amusement. His once-majestic form now resembled nothing more than a bedraggled mass of vines, tangled and twisted together with Starkadr's limbs.
And I suppose I'm to be pitied, he thought wryly, a small smile playing on his lips.
But even as his composure returned, Arathia couldn't shake off the lingering sense of vulnerability that lingered within him. He had never been so exposed, so helpless - and it scared him.