Venril
“Hey now, chill out Dwarf.” He said before he started to feel aroused from the small kisses caressing the nape of his neck. He almost lost it when Srel started to lick up his neck, forcing him to cover the moan that was escaping his mouth, thinking how dare this Dwarf take advantage of his weak spots like that. He was hoping that he could take the lead but having Srel on top for once was kind of hot and arousing him even more. He was almost afraid of what Srel might do if he took charge for once.
Venril tried to keep up, to match with Srel’s movements and reciprocate the gestures but at this stage, he was too weak to even move. How could he allow something so small take over him, to dominate him like this? He knew it was only a matter of time before the passion arising in him forcing the shivers of his skin to tremble their way down to his groin, forcing his own manhood to awaken in response. However, it seemed he would not get that chance, considering Srel was only teasing him, stopping halfway to his navel with kisses. Venril didn’t know whether or not to be relieved or angry that the Dwarf had taken this opportunity to take advantage of him simply to tease him and stop halfway through. A fool he was for thinking Srel could be serious in taking charge. He was a man in charge of many things but apparently, dominating his lover was not one of them.
“Why’d you stop?” Venril asked curiously, giving Srel a very stern and annoyed look as if he did not like to be teased like that.
“It’s dinner time apparently.” He said showing that his sister was already behind them watching, for how long was a mystery. Srel looked more than embarrassed, as if he was on the verge of dying for being caught in such a private, embarrassing ordeal.
“Oh no, don’t stop on my account.” Oera teased. “Do continue. I was just about to call the village in for a free showing.” She said with a smile, knowing very well that by her being their, it ruined their mood and she was proud to have stopped them halfway through otherwise things would have gotten really awkward for the three of them.
Venril looked embarrassed, red from ear to ear and nervous he just exposed a very shameful side of himself to Oera, a woman he respected highly. She must think of them as ridiculous, a lovey-dovey couple who can’t keep it in their pants for one second. Thankfully, he was able to keep it in his pants, resisting the urge to grow erect from the small, passionate gestures Srel gave him just moments before.
Srel kissed Venril on the lips, sweetly and smiled. “We’ll continue this later, you must be hungry after a day’s journey and all of that magick conjuring.” He said, considerate of Venril’s weaken state at this point.
“Thanks, but I’m fine when it comes to energy. I am hungry though.” He said kind of jumping back to his old self, the one who couldn’t say no to a plateful of food.”
“Good, me too. Let’s wash up and eat. It’s rare to see Oera fixing dinner. She usually hates taking on the maternal role.” Srel said as he got off the bed and headed to the washroom, Venril slowly and hesitantly following.
Nexyl
Nexyl had fallen asleep in the study underneath his castle at a table, a painful and unsanitary place to fall asleep, especially among a pile of dusty, old books. He looked around, feeling as if he was forgetting something until he noticed his now Werecat pet sleeping next to him in a chair. He looked at the small creature and smiled at its pudgy face, covered in fur. He wondered, what was it that he found so disgusting of this vile creature? He hated body hair but wasn’t fur a different matter? He had a few pets in his lifetime that he was able to pet, like a rabbit or a fox he had nursed back to health simply to salvage his brother’s innocence. What was it about the half-bred of humanoid and animal-like creatures did he detested so much? He studied the boy for some time before realized, it wasn’t the soft fur they were covered in or the ears and tail they were born with. What was it?
He sighed, not knowing the matter till it hit him. The fact that they were humanoid. The fact that they were so similar to an Elf in figure and stature that he realized, that they could be considered as a concubine for an Elf if it fit some fetishism of a more humanoid being like that of an Elf. Wasn’t that what they called beastiality? A line no Elf dared to cross among species? That must be where his hatred from anything different than an Elf stemmed from, the in-breeding of different species creating monstrous new creatures. It was a soil upon the good-nature of nature, was it not?
He looked at the child, now disgusted of any thoughts he may had earlier with considering the cub as “cute”. He was, “cute”, as any child would be with innocence and ignorance crowding the very fibers of their being, but why, why was he disgusted with the child simply because of that reason? He never planned on taking advantage of the child for his own twisted desires, did he? Surely not! He was not about to stoop so low as to caress the cub in that manner, let alone a child. He was not interested in those things despite his feelings of observance. The kid was cute because he was innocent, nothing more. A platonic sense of the idea of his adoration for this kid. That was it. He was his master, the controller of his every will. Sure, he would enjoy to dominate the child to show him who was boss but not like that. Not in the way his brother had done to his friend the Dwarf. He would not stoop to such disgusting, perversely thoughts simply because a mood swung by him. He was more moral than that. Even such feelings as adoration seemed to be pushing the line.
He decided, no more immoral thoughts about the child, he was a slave to him, his name meant so. He would seek to control the fowl beast by his own means rather than that of his misguided thoughts of desire of pent up emotions. He would train the child to be a strong body guard, to grow stronger in muscle and stature so that in the future, the child would be protecting him for the sake of fulfilling his life-long dreams to dominate the rest of the Reydothians that was not of Elf nature. There was already a war uprising among the Reydothians near and far in conversations about the Elves taking advantage of their position as complete rulers of Reydothe. If that is their belief, then he would make it so. He will show them all who deserves the rightful rule of Reydothe. No talk of democracy or equality among creatures. Elves were number one and they will forever be the right rulers of this world. They were the supreme beings both in intellect and strength, not to mention out-aged all other creatures. They did not soil their lips with the flesh of another living creature, they did not hunt to kill for food or of the remains, they were beautiful in flesh and blood, they were intellectual and smart, devising many strategical tactics of battle and protection just in case. They were supreme in every way. Yes, they were. His brother may not think so, but Nexyl did. They would one day rule this world as their own without the others getting in their way.
Nexyl was in a deep frenzy at his plan, one he wish to unleash within the next century or so. He looked up at the child who had just woken up, observing his masters expressions that told him his master was deep in thought over something that made him extremely proud and happy. Whatever those thoughts were, it would be in his debt to see it through for his master.
Nexyl looked at the child rather uneasily before he smiled at his master, not helping Nexyl’s uneasiness. Nexyl then began to grow firm with the child to teach him who was in control.
“Take me to my bathing quarters.” He ordered, hoping the little cat understood.
“Yes master!” He said happily as he stood up and brushed himself off then he helped Nexyl out of his chair and held his hand innocently as he led them both to the portal, and from there to a bathroom he saw a servant walk into earlier when he was out in the castle rummaging food for his master.
Nexyl was impressed by the Werecat’s sense of direction and even more shock when the cat hissed at a servant who didn’t notice the two of them standing there. His soft, cub-like roar startled the servant who had dropped his feather duster and wondered why a small Werecat was bugging him, until he saw Nexyl.
“I’m so sorry your grace! I will get this flea-ridden mongrel out of here at once.” He said believing the cat to be the problem of this scene.
Nexyl grew annoyed. “Hands off what is mine.” He ordered the servant. “This cub is my property now, I now own him as my-- pet.” Nexyl said almost about to say slave but he knew that would sound a little too weird to his servant.
“Oh why yes, my humblest apologies my grace.” The servant said with a bow.
“We wish to bathe this morning. Him mainly for the fleas and stench. No pet of mine is to prance around in filth and dirt all day.” He said, sounding as a proud owner of a clean and well-pampered pet. He honestly couldn’t stand the stench but he wished for the cat to accompany him, so he can teach the cub how to bathe him properly for future reference.
“Yes, my grace.” The servant said escorting them both to the washroom. A harem of lady Elves stood naked, bowing their heads to Nexyl, in hopes to bathe the Prince yet again this fine morn. Nexyl shooed them away, not needing their services for today was a day his pet shall bathe him in privacy.
The servant was about to run the water till Nexyl cleared his throat. “That will not be necessary.” He said to the servant who did not question his grace’s words. He left the two of them alone and closed the door.
“Múldir!” Nexyl beckoned, loudly and sternly forcing the small cat to shudder under his voice.
“Yes, Master?” He said worried he had done something wrong in his master’s presence, hoping he would not be punished so severely for whatever it was he had done.
“From this point on, you will draw my baths for me and wash my body, as my bathroom mistresses do for me occasionally. Got that? You will take their place.” He said watching the little cat’s face change from one emotion to the next.
“Oh! Right!” He said happily before he wondered what it was he was suppose to do. He first turned on the water, like he saw the servant do first when he assumed he would be drawing the bath. He made sure the temperature was right, a warm-hot sort of feeling he assumed. He then looked at the bath and wondered what needed to be done. He then noticed there were no bath supplies around: soap, shampoo, the works. He went to the large armoire with the glass doors and opened it, searching for the right labels that he knew would be for Nexyl’s bath.
Nexyl couldn’t help but snicker at the little cub’s obvious attempt to get things right in an order that should be done. He did notice that the cub was somewhat really good at knowing what was needed. He watch the water rise, hasty about its levels and the time it was taking the cub to fetch everything in one go. He didn’t want the tub to overflow but it was a good time limit for the cub. It would show how fast he was at this and possibly a tool he can use to help train the cub to do it right every time correctly and with the shortest amount of time.
Múldir came back and set the stuff neatly on the side of the tub, a large, porcelain crevice in the middle of the floor surrounded by tile. He watched the levels of the water and by the time it hit the overflow plate he began to stop the water slowly, checking it with his foot to test its heat, it satisfactory to his tastes but not so sure about Nexyl’s.
Nexyl stood there, wondering if the cub would realize what he was expecting next. The cub then got it, blushing a little before he went to Nexyl and helped him out of his robes he wore the day before and then grabbed his hand to help into the tub, escorting him down the porcelain steps that surrounded the tub. Nexyl smiled, proud of the cub for his first job but it wasn’t over yet.
“Now, join me, you must be washed as well and I need you to accompany me.” He ordered a little more politely this time. He noticed the cub reacting quite nervously, fidgeting slowly as he took his clothes off. His tunic vest and burlap pants were off slowly but surely. He stepped into the water only to be met with a height of water nearly drowning him. It seemed too full for him to stand in and Nexyl laughed at how short the child was at his age.
Nexyl drained the water some till it was at the child’s shoulders, not minding a little less water in his bath for once.
Nexyl beckoned with his finger for the cub to come over to him. The cub swimming slowly over to his master, a cat not afraid of the water it seemed. Nexyl grabbed the shampoo Múldir had fetched and lathered a glob in his hand and scrubbed it into the cub’s hair. A pet of his shall not be filthy and unkept. Taking care of a pet is a great responsibility but he was glad that a cat could eventually take care of themselves, unlike dogs.
Múldir closed his eyes when he felt Nexyl’s hands lather in his scruffy, brown hair. He had never taken a bath in a fancy, porcelain tub like this one. His own bathing rituals were done in the river near his home with his parents and siblings. He would simply swim in the shallow river, not bothering with scented lotions and waxed bars. He had no need for him because a cat’s scent was special to not only themselves as an identity but also to their mother for finding them. He wondered what his mother and father would think of him now, owned and cloaking himself with an Elven-made product that masked odors and kept the body clean. Was soap even able to clean fur? His body was covered in short hairs of fur that made the color of his “skin”. It was a mixture of light brown and tan with occasional black stripes. The frame of his eyes were white with stripes of black coming from the tips of his eyes on the sides of his face. His markings were similar to his siblings but different in color as every cat was different by frame and color. Not one was alike, not even twins.
Nexyl finished scrubbing the cat’s hair before grabbing a small, wooden bucket on the side of the tub and filling it with water before flowing it slowly over the cats hair, it melting against the sides of his face, sticking to it like glue before it was brushed out of his face and away from his eyes. Nexyl smiled before he wondered about the fur before he took a body lotion and started to scrub the child’s body, hugging him from behind.
The gesture seemed odd for the kid, blushing slightly and hiding his face from Nexyl’s view. He didn’t want Nexyl to scold him looking away from this oddly intimate hug that only his mother would do for him when he was scared or reading to him old legends of their kind. It was in that moment, that Múldir suddenly began to have a sense of adoration for his master, unlike from before where he thought of using the prince’s lessons in helping him grow stronger against him for revenge on his tail. All of that seemed pointless now. The Elf was not a bad guy, just misguided in his views. He was wondering if this position as pet was really the wisest of decisions and would he be taken care of in his older years by his master or will he be discarded once he was deemed useless? He knew he wanted to be by Nexyl’s side but how far would his loyalty go for his master? Would he fight on his side even when things seemed to go wrong in the world? Or would he fight against Nexyl to do what was right? Either way, he knew, saving Nexyl whether while on his side or against him was something he would definitely do. He would save Nexyl whether from outside threats or from himself. That was a given for Múldir.
