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Date: 2015-08-18 09:11 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
[Thanks so much for all the love, guys! Have more rapey brainwashed sex!]

Krebain had been away from him - which was the worst, most frightening experience in Vanyel's world now, something darker than the twisted night sky outside. Only the hope of seeing his beautiful, wise master again had kept him sane through the barren nights of his absence. Krebain had to leave him sometimes, he knew - so many important matters demanded his attention. Often, it was merely for a few hours, and Vanyel would sleep them away dreamlessly. He had no purpose, no will, beyond his choice to serve Krebain. But this time, their parting had been longer - days of nothingness, no touches, no pleasure and no pain, no one paying any heed to him save for the dull-eyed servants who bathed him and brought him food.

When Krebain returned, not even the searing pain of theany Gate-energy stopped Vanyel from throwing himself at his master's feet. He apologised immediately, kissing his master's feet and pleading his forgiveness for his neediness. He begged for another chance to please him. If he were to please his master enough, perhaps he'd not be left alone again?

Krebain was weary and in need of satisfaction, and Vanyel immediately offered his mouth for the mage's pleasure. The taste of his master's cock, salt-smooth, the bitter musk of him, the strange softness of his hair, immediately made him feel whole again. He'd felt so bereft, so purposeless without Krebain. He existed to serve his master's will. It seemed very strange to think that he'd ever dreamed of anything more than this service, when this was what truly fulfilled him. Had he really once cared about choosing nice clothes? Now he wore nothing but his master's generosities. The gold chain around his penis that claimed it as Krebain's possession. The heavy, jewelled ornament that Krebain had placed in his ass to stretch and tease him, to keep his body ready for his master's use.

His body was so very needy; as he knelt low with the taste of Krebain in his mouth, prostrating himself, his cock brushed a slick liquid kiss on the marble floor. Touching it without his master's permission was worse than unthinkable - the chain that bound its base would allow him no release save at Krebain's word. Not only that, but Krebain would know should he try, and would punish him with pain and torments and touches to make him needier, a purgatory of denial. Thus Vanyel was trained and guided by his master's great power. His yearning for release would only make him love his master more.

"Vanyel," Krebain crooned, "Your mouth has been both skilled and willing today." He nodded his thanks for the praise - truly, his lips were too tired to form words. "I would like to see you find your pleasure with my cock deep inside you."

He trembled with gratitude. Such a reward - for Krebain to fuck him and to allow him release - was a rare thing, and Vanyel was hardly worthy of it. He smiled up at his master in anticipation. "I will, of course, need you to be very willing with me. There is something you have yet to offer me," and his teeth spread hungrily.

Vanyel flinched, confused. But he'd give anything to his master. "I - I apologise. Whatever you have need of -"

"I need your magical power, pure one. You do nothing with it, and never could. You will let me drain it from you."

But of course - of course his power belonged to Krebain - but the thought wrenched at him. Hadn't his power once - was it once used to help someone? Someone weak, who didn't matter - if they mattered, I would be able to remember. Only Krebain matters. But this was something deeply his - somehow more personal than even his body. He instinctively knew that to allow Krebain to take the magical power in his reserves was to remove part of who he was.

Yet - why shouldn't Krebain do that? His master was right - that power was was wasted inside Vanyel, and would be better used to serve his master's glory. It's just another barrier I have, that I shouldn't have. I didn't understand the first time he whipped me, either, but now I know how that's for my own good.

"Yes, master," he said. As he always said. And he bowed his head to kiss Krebain's feet again, as his master liked him to do when he offered something.

Krebain grasped his arm, clawed nails digging hard into Vanyel's flesh. The touch stoked his need - he understood now why he needed to be hurt, why both pain and pleasure were gifts from Krebain that brought fulfilment. "Then come here. I'll make this easy for you," and he pulled Vanyel to their bed. He knew what that meant now, and sure enough, his golden cuffs were in Krebain's hands. They were so masterfully made - completely unbreakable, but so delicate in appearance, cast in fine gold and threaded with the dark pearls of Lake Evendim, spun from the gritty remnants of magical warfare. Only the most beautiful things would adorn a body that served Krebain. It was an honour to wear these shackels, he knew, and he was hardly worthy of it.

Vanyel knelt, and held out his arms in offering. Krebain bound his wrists, and curled the chain between them in his fists. Vanyel crawled obediently toward him, and his master fixed the chain to its hook at the head of the bed. Vanyel bent his head in gratitude for the kindness; it was a lot easier to accept new honours from his master if he was bound.

He remained still with his bound arms before him as he heard Krebain undress, and he felt the mage's fingertips tracing his shoulderblades, travelling his spine. Following that press of his nails, Vanyel felt a dark inner touch, raking against the base personal shields that protected his magical reserves. He felt ashamed, knowing it was truly wrong and disobedient of him to keep such shields when he knew he should always be naked before his master. Krebain's thighs wrapped around his own, and Vanyel tried to pull down those last protective walls, to let Krebain deep inside of him into all that's left all that's still safe all that remembers -

Vanyel's body jerked violently - the kind shackles all that kept him in place between his master's thighs. It was as if he had been pushing against a heavy door that kept pushing back. Inside him, tendrils of Krebain's energy lapped demandingly at that edge, and he felt his master's hand combing through his hair, gathering it together. "Be willing," the mage whispered in his ear. "You will be rewarded, should you be willing," and Krebain tugged at the jewelled ornament, its girth stretching Vanyel wide, left him gaping and empty. He felt the head of Krebain's cock - the cock that blessed and defined him - resting at his opening, and oh gods, this time it's oiled.

He daren't let his master down.

It was only a disobedient instinct. Just something else to un-learn. Like when he'd first made himself swallow Krebain's cock without gagging. If he wasn't able to please Krebain, how worthless would he be? He clenched his bound hands, and leaned his will against the door inside again.

No no NO! and Vanyel felt the shield crack -

He shuddered violently in his bonds, and his master's claw tightened in his hair, holding and hurting him. The rush of Krebain's energy passed through him, and the mutinous sanctuary inside of him fell numb and silent. Empty. Gaping open -

Krebain thrust into him, and pulled his head back.

His vision went black. He shrieked, arched and taut in Krebain's hands, nothing mattering any more except the cock impaled deep inside him, pounding the place where he needed it so badly. Filling the stretched, wanting hole, completing him. And all the heat and fire in him was worth nothing, less than nothing, next to the feeling that Krebain wanted him, wanted to take him and use him and ravage him.

His master relaxed his grip on Van's hair, and his head sagged against his bonds. Two hands at his hips, digging deep and furious as Krebain used him. If he'd been needy before, he was desperate now, swollen and dripping against his own thighs. And somewhere deep in the core of him, draining, Krebain's claws rending and taking, engulfing him, leaving him with nothing -

- as nothing -

He couldn't see, couldn't think. Could only give himself up to the deep, hard fucking that wracked his entire body. Krebain hissed in his ear, a sound that meant he was nearing release. "Take what you've earned, slut," and he pulled Vanyel back at the hips, wrenching him against his bonds as his master's permission shook through him, shattered his will to hold back. His whole body clenched tight, and the force of his climax pulsed all through him, thrumming through his throat, his ears, even his hands, everything in him spilling hot against his loins.

Krebain's arms wrapped around him, pushing him down, and Vanyel cried out as his master's pleasure overtook him.

He breathed deep, slowly feeling his body relax. He was so tired. Even as he lay, pliant, under his master's body, he felt like he was trying to support himself on something that wasn't there any more. Something he'd needed. No, all he needed was Krebain.

Krebain slipped out of him, and lay against Vanyel's shoulder. His master felt - bright and warm, like the sun through their windows. Made greater, by Vanyel's meagre offerings. He knew he'd given something - it had mattered once - it only mattered now it belonged to Krebain, as it should - he didn't know why it had ever troubled him. But the seed that covered him - his own on his belly, his master's seeping from his gaping hole - felt like evidence. Proof that Krebain truly wanted him, was truly pleased by him. That he was deserving of Krebain's cock.

Proof that he was worth nothing more.

(there is nothing else).

Re: 3/?

Date: 2015-08-19 01:42 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)

This was perfect, nonny. I love the way you blended the magical violation with the physical, and it's so perfect and so awful considering how Vanyel canonically does consider power-theft to be a kind of rape. And how Krebain starts off with the usual flatteries and then once he's fucking Vanyel he just calls him a slut -- perfect.

(The shackles and the hair-pulling are definitely bulletproof kinks of mine.... and they work so, so well here!)

I also reread the first two parts before reading the third, and they're even better on rereading. Thank you, nonny.

Re: 3/?

Date: 2015-08-19 04:11 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Thanks, OP - after I had Savil say that Van was suffering from magical pain, Krebain then had to do some magical damage. Yep, I've always been hung up on that canon comment about power theft and rape - it's not just that Van considers power theft to mean rape, but that his framework is that rape means loss of self, which obv has a lot of resonance later on. (I also want to know where he'd picked up that impression and unfortunately my headcanon is 'by being an Empath while serving in the Karsite border war').

ahhahaaha after reading the Van/Leareth fic further down I needed more Van hair-pulling! I'm super glad this is still working for you. FWIW I think Krebain is going to get crueller next time, as he has what he wants now so I think the honeymoon period for this couple is over.

Re: 3/?

Date: 2015-08-19 06:47 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Oh, the "Empath on the border" headcanon makes so much sense. How awful! (I say as I cheerfully subscribe to your newsletter)

And I'll look forward to the end of the honeymoon period! Poor Vanyel... there's just so much Krebain can do to him while still keeping him pretty :'D

Re: 3/?

Date: 2015-08-19 01:47 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
I'm not even sure how to phrase a comment on this wow haha IT'S VERY ENJOYABLE it is very much exactly the prompt and fully into every little detail of the scenario. Your writing is great. I'm looking forward to you writing more (especially a Stef scene after this flashback).

Re: 3/?

Date: 2015-08-19 03:58 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Thanks, nonnie! :D That's the plan, yeah - trying to get the next Stef scene rolling. Hoping to keep them alternating, escalating abuse and then escalating Stef involvement. (And Savil, I think there's got to be more Savil).

Re: 3/?

Date: 2015-08-19 04:04 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)

Re: 3/?

Date: 2015-08-19 04:29 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)

I really like the idea of those alternating, escalating plotlines.

This is great, painful work. :)

Re: 3/?

Date: 2015-08-20 02:00 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
I am literally on the edge of my seat waiting for the next installment of this fic! I love subservient, destroyed Vanyel, and I cannot wait to see how terrible he feels about being even semi-cooperative (even though, of course, he is being controlled). More than anything, though, I am looking forward to seeing Stef try to put together the broken pieces, all the while totally distracted by the Lost One's beautiful face. Yes.

Re: 3/?

Date: 2015-08-20 03:26 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Thank you anon! Yyyyeah, it's Van, he is never going to be okay with his participation in this twisted shit, and it's not going to be easy for him to accept it wasn't his fault...

I will try not to leave you waiting long, though I have a few jam-packed days coming up ahead >< Hoping I can get some more Stef & more Savil up by the weekend.

Re: 3/?

Date: 2015-08-20 08:18 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
This is so excellent, I can't wait for more! Krebain is so cruel, and Vanyel so desperate--it's like you found all of my bullet proof kinks, and tied them up with little bows and put cute little hats on them. And as metaphors go, that could have been a better one, but my point is that I really like this fic you're writing.

thank you

Re: 3/?

Date: 2015-08-26 04:38 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Thank you, nonnie! I totally blame the prompt for everything. There is so much one can do with an evil rapey wizard and his perverted sex slave.

Re: 3/?

Date: 2015-08-30 05:11 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)

So good, so intense and so awful all at once. Poor, poor Vanyel.


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