Oops, been a minute, huh? Sorry for the long gap between my last release and this one. Had some stuff keeping me away from art, including a short illness, a new wow expansion release and the holiday period.
Alas, I’m back and making art again, so expect more soon! Anyway, enjoy this new piece with Saran, commissioned by Melwinne!
Melwinne grinned down at the delicate boy laying before her. The little fly in her spider-web entirely at her mercy as chains bound shackles to his wrists, a gag denied him speech and a chastity cage denied him climax. She stacked some soft pillows under his back and neck to keep him stable and comfortable, walking around the angled table to ensure her boy was both secured and settled in equal amounts. Not entirely for his benefit of course, it was merely to make things easier for her more than him if anything.
“My-my, The Baroness’ favorite little boy toy in my grasp. You and that girlfriend of yours must have messed up quite badly indeed if she’s sent you to me.” The Kaldorei remarked, tightening the shackles and giving the chains a tug to ensure they were secured.
Melwinne dragged a finger down his chest to his tummy, focusing frost magic right to the tip of her digit, just enough to feel like an ice-cube being dragged down his form. The elf boy shivered and squirmed under the touch, making muffled fussing sounds as she did.
“Two months we’ll be together, boy. Two months of sweet tormenting pleasure and pain in perfect harmony. Now then…” she’d say, pausing her words as she moved down to stand in front of Saran, waving a hand over her naked form as it glowed with the runic blue of her frost magic. Black straps sprung out, clasping themselves around her hips as a large blue phallic object sprang up from the center crest. Each time she clicked her fingers, the phallic part grew longer and thicker, continuing to do so until it arrived at the desired size Melwinne wanted.
Saran was no stranger to being pegged by a woman, but even his girlfriend had never used one quite so large upon him before. He pressed his knees together instinctively at the sight, but it was a short-lived protest as the Death Knight pried them easily apart, even slinging a knee of his up onto her shoulder. She grinned wickedly down at him as she gently smacked the blue dildo of her strap-on against his little caged cock.
“Oh, I’d love to shove this in you dry. I do so enjoy watching you pretty boys cry for me.” She purred dominantly, prodding the dry crown of her strap-on against his hole. She’d make cruel teasing pushes, messing with him as if she was going to push it inside without any prep. Delighting in the pained winces of discomfort and the tensing of that smooth body from her bullying.
“Well, if you want it lubed you best start begging.” The sadist woman remarked, her palm wrapping around the black and silver handle of a riding crop. She pointed the business end towards Saran, stroking it under his chin as she spoke again. A firm single word passing her lips. “Beg.”
Saran was still gagged, his begging words were muffled and mostly unintelligible. The words were meaningless anyway, Melwinne simply wanted to see him beg desperately. Something she delighted in, especially as it became more pitched and frantic when she’d push a small quarter inch of that dry crown inside only to pull back on it.
Melwinne chuckled cruelly, finally reaching for a small jar of lubricant. She poured a decent amount over her strap-on and worked a good amount into that poor hole of Saran’s in a small act of mercy.
She wore a prideful smirk as her eyes met his, a look of sheer enjoyment as she plunged the business end of her strap-on inside Saran. Using him for what would be the first time of many. She’d send her hips forward until every inch of it was buried inside, pulling back until it almost entirely came out, only to push it all the way in again.
She wasn’t going easy on him, especially when she’d connect that riding crop with his flesh and revel in his winces of pain and pleasure. He was all hers for two months, and she intended to make the most of it.
Epilogue
Melwinne held the communication stone in her palm, watching as it glowed to signify the connection to its partner had been made. A familiar voice emanated from the stone as the glow reached its brightest.
“Ah, Melwinne. How is Saran fairing? I do hope you’re not going easy on him just because he’s cute.” the voice asked.
“Of course not, Baroness. In fact, your timing is impeccable. I just finished my first session with him.” The Kaldorei smirked, her amethyst gaze drifting over the unconscious boy. His body bearing the marks of the riding crop’s punishment all over. His hole visible, twitching and gaped by her large strap-on. “He is a lovely little thing.”
“Good. Do an excellent job, and I may yet send you more lovely little things like him to break.” The Baroness’ disembodied voice pulsing from the stone promised. “You have two months, use them well, and impress me Melwinne.”
The stone that pulsed and glowed with the voice went dim, and the voice faded with it. Melwinne smiled softly. “Oh, we’ll make great use of them.” she’d say softly to herself, eyeing that delicious beautiful elf boy.