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Thread: A Necromancer's Illusion ((Elder Scrolls, Charlie_Death & Shikokudarkstar))

Ownership, the captive mercenary or adventurer or whatever he was verbally reduced himself to an object. An object for Gwinduin to possess to do as he wanted. Another shiver rushed down his spine and he felt stronger and even larger than the man before him. He may be nearly half his size but he was superior and the thoughts swam up to his head and pushed out the self-loathing that had returned. He gave the hybrid a wide grin, one that he often had when he had tortured others for experiments or when he had cast soul trap on them. The sense of power that he often got drunk on in his few exploits with the living was rekindled in an entirely new manner. At the first tentative lick he leaned his hips closer and watching as the hybrid cleaned the mess that had remained. Granting what the other wanted he unshackled a single hand, eyes piercing into the other's in a dare to disobey him. Silently warning him not to over step his new boundaries. He watched carefully, mind cranking and running through ideas and scenarios. Did he truely control this newly acquired slave? Of course. Was the going to test the other's obedience? Naturally. Would he keep him on a leash? Well, now that was a fascinating idea, keeping the other as nothing more than a pet a guard dog. A guard dog he can dominate and release his tensions into. Or just a meager cat to pet. Something told him that the other wouldn't be entirely against that kind of life. When he felt that the man had done a sufficient job at cleaning him off he walked away leaving him alone without another word. Though of course he wasn't entirely alone for awhile Gwinduin was still in the same room, cleaning up the mess of the broken door, knocked over soul gems, discarded clothes, etc. Once he was redressed and felt that he did a good job cleaning he stood at the doorway and stared at the man in the cage. He had purposely left the door open to see if the other would move from his spot or attempt to break free of the single shackle that held him in position. He had to see the damage that was dealt and to make an offering to his Lord for granting a chance to learn something extremely fascinating and rare. Once that was through he would return to see if his new subject had made an escape.
Thread: A Necromancer's Illusion ((Elder Scrolls, Charlie_Death & Shikokudarkstar))

Shavir tested the shackle on the other hand quietly as the necromancer left. He wasn't trying to get free but he wanted to know how much the shackle could hold before he accidentally broke it. Leaving it for the moment he arched his body back instead, pushing the semen that had been leaking out back into his body before an annoyed growl came to the surface. Really he should have thought about this before he made that request. The hybrid rattled his chains as he shifted position again looking up every now and again to make sure that the elf didn't think he was trying to get loose. More he was trying to figure out what the hell to stuff his hole with before all of the precious semen leaked out onto the floor. Which was exactly what he didn't want to happen. Amber eyes scanned the area before he found something that just might work. A greater soul gem. One of the lovely blue ones that often came with three different spikes. Never before had the mercenary been so happy to be part Khajiit. It was a simple task then to work his body and move it in ways that normal races couldn't. Quite frankly if anyone had been watching he would have given them quite the show in contortion-ism before finally grabbing the gem with his tail. Only to sigh when he saw how sharp the gem was. No way in hell it was going up his ass like that. Running the gem against the cell wall, the hybrid found the solution to that problem. He doubted that his mother nor his new master would be too keen on his work. He filed down all the sharp edges of the gem until he had a shape that looked somewhat phallic in nature. From then it was easy to slide his new work into his body and plug the slow leak of fluids. Really, mercenary work had paid off if he would make a plug out of a soul gem. Wait...did he really just think that? A sigh left him as he listened to the elf clean up the debris that their fight had left. Shavir should probably be more worried about getting loose but if he was honest with himself, his nature wouldn't let him. He was a werewolf. A large, transformed wolf who liked to hunt in packs. The bosmer was king among the animals. It was only natural that the man new what to do with his wolf side. Still though, Shavir didn't expect to be turned into a pet dog. His instinct was to serve his alpha and his deepest self didn't mind the idea at all. Even if many of his instincts from his unique breeding caused conflict. His werewolf instincts won out. Letting out a sound he shuffled into a slightly better position before using his free hand to scratch all the sudden itches he had from being unable to use his hands.
Thread: A Necromancer's Illusion ((Elder Scrolls, Charlie_Death & Shikokudarkstar))

Gwinduin paced through the whole fortress noting the carnage that was scattered about. His apprentices and the bandits that had been obtaining all his supplies lie dead in their own blood. If he wasn't so keen on expanding his powers as a necromancer he would have been more upset by the situation, instead he was rather excited to have so many new subjects to work his castings on. He made his way to the opposite side of the fortress where he had erected a shrine encircled by 10 soul gems, one containing a soul of each of the races of Tamriel. He rarely approached the shrine with the intent on contacting the Daedra, believing that if he was to show any favour to his lord, Hermaeus Mora would appear to him. He ran his fingers over the black book he had acquired. He had read it increasing his control over any beasts and bending their will to his that bested his own race's abilities. Not that he had much use for it but he attributed it to the success of the calm spell on a raging werewolf. Powerful beasts indeed. He had never thought that it would have been of use given his interest in the dead. He spoke of a solemn vow to unlock the secrets of the mingling of races and to determine if their souls were stronger, increased by each of the races combined. He had no doubt that Hermaeus Mora knew the answer to such ponderings but found himself delightfully surprised when the torchlight dimmed and a blackness surrounded him. Tentacles wrapped themselves about his feet and a voice rose in the darkened void around him. Whispers of approval, dismissing his vow to study the hybrid's soul and instead pushing him towards his original goals of the ultimate thrall directing him to a distant tomb. Shivers went down the Bosmer's spine at the departing words of the Daedric Lord and felt a surge of power coarse through him. My Champion. Having no limit to his excitement he ran through the fortress and directly back to hybrid. Any disgust he had prior buried beneath his approval. He glanced at the figure and how he had managed to keep any more fluids from leaving his body. His smile only widened further in amusement imagining what the beast's soul much be feeling to have been trapped and shoved into another's body. Most likely nothing but now wasn't a time to dwell. He crouched before the man, grasping his head in his hands. I had thought to kill you once I was finished with you, he spoke quickly, but you have proven yourself more valuable alive. His eyes flickered in remembrance of the carnage the werewolf had left a powerful pet indeed. You will do as I say, following my orders and needs for the pleasure of living by my side. He let out a satisfied sigh and stood straight admiring the body once more, finding a new fondness as it was this beast's appearance that had brought him new revelations and Hermaeus Mora's blessings. His body wasn't so displeasing any more and with the surge of new power in his veins he felt even more powerful than the werewolf before. I have much need for a beast of Hircine.
Thread: A Necromancer's Illusion ((Elder Scrolls, Charlie_Death & Shikokudarkstar))

Shavir hear the sound of running footsteps and lazily blinked as the elf chattered on excitedly about leaving the mercenary alive. Such things we're really a worry for the werewolf. He had a feeling that the elf wouldn't kill him, instinct that the man didn't want to kill his only pack. Shavir licked his fangs before letting a shutter run down his spine at the bosmer calling him a beast. He really was a beast. More so since he had taken the gift of Hircine into his body. I don't believe you would have killed me anyway. His voice held no challenge to it, as if he were simply stating the fact. It sounded the same as someone saying that the sky was blue. You find me much to interesting and I'm not talking about our breeding. Feral eyes watched the bosmer a while longer before letting out a sigh, But I digress, what is it you need of me, master? Shavir rolled his muscles in ways that only a Khajiit could while his chains noisily moved, at least until he suddenly paused. The bosmer still smelled amazing and while the mercenary wasn't quite sure why, it seemed as the man hadn't dressed while he was working about. Maybe he had forgotten or not cared but this left a randy werewolf with a lot of skin to see. Moving his clawed hand, he slid it across the man's thigh in a caress. Perhaps his wolf reveled in the smell of Vallenwood or perhaps he simply was a horny bastard now that he had found someone to fuck him in his place. He growled annoyed at his instincts before letting out a blush at what had to be the fastest recovery he'd had since he was in his adolescence. Turning his face away for a moment before grumbling out, My wolf has the strangest reaction to your proximity. It's instinct is the strongest after all. It makes me want to please you. I want to crawl before you and bare myself for your claim. Removing his hand to scratch his nose for a moment in thought he paused, But your description of me being a beast of Hircine was quite accurate. I am one of his most faithful followers.
Thread: A Necromancer's Illusion ((Elder Scrolls, Charlie_Death & Shikokudarkstar))

Gwinduin felt a sudden rush when the man addressed him as 'Master'. He had been called such before but always by apprentices who wanted to remain on his good side. Even then, the title was always followed by his name. The rush and enjoyment of his power over the larger male was exhilarating and he allowed the man to touch him. He hadn't realized that he didn't dress properly, his mind had been rushing around on too many things with his new found inspiration and knowledge. He kept his eyes trained on the man questioning if he shouldn't have released his hand. However at him quickly backing away and returning to a submissive posture he relaxed. Gwinduin wishes he could say he was surprised to hear that the werewolf instincts react to him sepecifically, but if anything he was half expecting it after their encounter. He put it off to him being a Bosmer and that simple beasts were able to be swayed by his kind's influence. He straightened himself and looked down on the man and spoke matter-of-factly. I would need your assistance in acquiring something of intellectual importance for me. I am going to need someone to help me slay and lug back all the bodies and that's where you come in. He tapped his chin pondering his position. All of those around him have been killed, and as far as he knew there were no survivors. He could easily pack up and travel to a new location and settle there for research. After all, they were going to have to travel farther into the wintry depths of Skyrim and go farther from the border. You're accustomed to travel and know Skyrim better than I do. I'll need you to direct me to a distant tomb where great power resides. He reached for a key and gave the man a cautious look. I require your complete devotion to me.
Thread: A Necromancer's Illusion ((Elder Scrolls, Charlie_Death & Shikokudarkstar))

Shavir ran his hand through his hair before letting out a large huff of air. When the elf spoke of lugging many bodies across Skyrim the mercenary thought it over. The easiest way would be to take advantage of his gift from Hircine and use his brute strength to pull a cart across Skyrim. They would have to be careful not to run into a whole lot of people but Shavir doubted his master would mind a few more bodies if they messed that up. Of course his master would also have to be willing to strap a harness onto him while he was a werewolf and probably horny. Of course he seemed to always be horny around the man's scent. However he didn't have time to voice his plan before the bosmer spoke of devotion. Blinking owlishly for a moment the werewolf felt a blush spread over his whole face. My complete devotion? You're my alpha. I will follow your orders completely and without fail. I will also protect you should the need arise. Of course he was talking about just obedience not total devotion. The hybrid ran his hand down the bosmer's leg again, where he could reach the soft skin. Shifting his feral eyes away from the man's face to the patch of thigh that distracted him, he murmured. I really do want to serve you fully though. I can't help it. I want to attend to all of your needs. Not just the ones you tell me. He was a werewolf after all. Serving your alpha was in his blood. It just had to be proven that this bosmer was a good alpha. One that saw to all his needs and in turn allowed his beta to see to his. As for the task you asked, the easiest way would be for you to purchase or find a horse cart. We can then throw the bodies into it easily and I can transform to pull the cart in stead of the horse. He paused a moment before continuing, This however would require you to harness me up while I am in my wolf form. I won't be of any danger to you but I might get a bit more easily distracted. Mostly by you... Admittedly he would probably pounce the man and attempt to give him a blowjob. Or just keep licking his crotch while the poor elf would be harnessing. Of course the option of the bosmer fucking him while he was in wolf form did turn him on. Even if the man insisted on a muzzle, that would still be hot. Really, he didn't know why he was such a bitch in heat around the man. Nuzzling into the thigh before him, the hybrid worked his way up to his master's cock before putting it into his mouth and sucking him off. His Khajiit tail swished while he worked his mouth, his still chained hand grasping into the air. Oh yes. The bosmer was most distracting.
Thread: A Necromancer's Illusion ((Elder Scrolls, Charlie_Death & Shikokudarkstar))

Gwinduin grinned at the words the imprisoned beast spoke. To have him serve his will and orders, it was like the strongest of ales inebriating his mind. He hardly registered that the man was still stroking his bare thighs. He mulled over the plan to get a cart and to harness him into it. It was rather comical to think about him seated upon a cart filled with corpses pulled by a werewolf. It was practical, but it was still entertaining to picture. Would a horse harness be suitable or would he have to have something custom made? How does one even go about having a custom fitted harness for a werewolf? After the incident with the calm spell he was sure he didn't have to worry about being attacked should he turn violent. His mind was torn from his thoughts when he felt a sudden wetness around his cock, snapping him back to reality. He looked down at the man who, without any indication of interest, went straight to pleasing him. In the few partners he had before him, none were so willing to prompt an encounter so eagerly and without any proposition. Although one does suppose his devotion included such propositions. He ran his fingers through the man's hair and gripped it tightly before pulling him away. After this, I must make arrangements to procure what we need. He thrust back into his mouth roughly with a grunt and continued speaking, voice heavy with growing lust. As I am a wanted man...ngh...you much procure the cart and... he let a moan slip before continuing. your harness... He continued to thrust into his mouth, watching his erection disappear in other man's mouth. Pleasure yourself. He slapped his free hand away from his leg and nudged Shavir's own arousal with his foot. I don't need you to be distracted from your... tasks.
Thread: A Necromancer's Illusion ((Elder Scrolls, Charlie_Death & Shikokudarkstar))

Shavir moaned, keeping his grip on his master's thigh while he spoke. He was only half listening to the man, instead thinking mostly about how to please him again. After all, a werewolf beta made sure his alpha was always taken care of. He only paused once when the man had slapped his hand away, perplexed for a moment about what it was the man was getting at. He tried again to put his hand back only to get rebuffed. His cock was also nudged, reminding him that his own arousal was needing tended to. For a moment he didn't know what to do with his hand. He only had one, he couldn't worship his master's skin and jerk himself off. Trying again, he tried to sneak his hand back to the bosmer's thigh before finally getting rebuffed. Seeing only one option now that his master had taken one avenue from him, he started to slide his hand down. He started jerking slow, with his eyes closed. However when he found himself getting closer to the edge, he opened his eyes and stared up at his master with his eyes half open. He still focused more on sucking the bosmer off than getting himself off. It was only once the man had climaxed, and the hybrid had swallowed, did the werewolf finish himself off. Letting out a low rumble, the hybrid found himself terribly satisfied. He returned to touching his master lightly, licking the man clean in case he missed a spot before nuzzling into his master's stomach. I will procure a harness and wagon but it will take me another day to work the leather to fit my body. During that time, master I will have to stay away from you lest I become distracted. He hummed a moment before flicking his tail in thought, I assume that you have figured this out but it might be wisest to move location. Your companions were not the brightest of the bunch and left a trail for me to follow. If I found this place than another could too.
Thread: A Necromancer's Illusion ((Elder Scrolls, Charlie_Death & Shikokudarkstar))

Gwinduin was getting tired of having to bat away the man's exploring hand. Not that he didn't enjoy the conflict on his face with his dilema. It was obvious that the man didn't know what he was going to do with himself until he gave in and finally followed orders. If he had to slap his hand one more time he was going to have to get rough but he needed to make sure that he got the job done as needed. When he came once again, he wasted little time to clean up, get dressed and released his pet from his chains. You be quick, I will give you three days to gather all the materials. If I see you come into my quarters during those three days... Gwinduin pointed at him as he spoke in a commanding tone. I will have to punish you, like the dog you are. I might just have to paddle your hide right off and I don't have the time for that at the moment. He stepped aside and pointed him out the door. Later, Gwinduin managed to find the sole survivor, the novice necromancer that was too cowardly to fight. As much as he would be mad that she didn't try to protect him like the others, he was still appreciative that he had someone else to order around and do his dirty work. While he focused on gathering all his books, notes and gems, she was lugging bodies into a mass grave he had her dig. She also acted as a mediator between Master and slave, making sure that the hybrid kept his distance. By the third day, the sole remaining apprentice, Amalea, carried two knapsacks of research. Scrolls poked out of the over stuffed bags that threatened to tear free of their straps from the weight of the books. She placed them beside the other bags that contained clothes, food, soul gems, potions and any other materials that they would need such as candles, gems, herbs, a portable alchemy table, bed rolls, and building materials for two small tents should they not reach their destination in a single day. She wiped away the sweat from her brow and watched as Shavir began fastening the harness to the cart. She has gotten to know him but still feared that he would turn and kill her as he did the others. Since then, she has cut her long brown hair short and began to wear some leather armor under her black robes. With her thin frame and lack of endowment, she almost looked like a young boy until someone got close. I will let Master Gwinduin know when you are fastened, unless you need him present to do that check himself. Amalea spoke as she tightened the rope that tied down some of the materials. Are you sure you can pull all this? It looks rather... heavy.
Thread: Short Change Heroes [Sengoku AU] [DarkMudkip/Jikkah]

The year is 2165. Criminal syndicates have all the power the police now only pawns in their pockets. Yakuza from all over the Land of the Rising Sun have taken advantage of their reign of power and have prayed upon those lesser than them. Men slain in the streets, women sold off as concubines and children used as slaves. Many have taken it upon themselves to try and correct these wrongs by becoming mercenaries and vigilantes even the mighty clans have decided to try and play their part in righting the wrongs of Nippon. Sanada Genjiro Yukimura is one such youth, having trained since he was of tender years. His close friend, Sarutobi Sasuke, aids him in his struggle by supplying him with targets and 'villains' to slay. Another young man and Clan leader, Date Masamune, fights the battle of fixing Nippon along with his trusted retainer, Katakura Kojurou. These are dark times in the Land of the Rising Sun the world needs a light to help them through. Even if it is carried by a few short change heroes.
Thread: Short Change Heroes [Sengoku AU] [DarkMudkip/Jikkah]

Yukimura aimed at the targets head, a rich man who had a bad habit of not paying any of bills. He had been hidden on the roof of another building for almost two days now, waiting for the perfect time to take out his target. This one was to be killed on site, he had angered to many people. Finally the man came into view, taking a seat near the window, perfect. His finger hovered over the trigger, the man perfectly lined in his cross hairs. He squeezed the trigger and the loud gun shot rang through the streets, the glass shattered and the man's head was nearly blown clean off.
Thread: Short Change Heroes [Sengoku AU] [DarkMudkip/Jikkah]

The guards inside looked in a panic before all of them dropped like flies, one-by-one. That was a good clean shot you had, boss. Your aim is getting better every time you come out on these missions. Sasuke praised over the ear piece Yukimura wore
Thread: Short Change Heroes [Sengoku AU] [DarkMudkip/Jikkah]

Thank you, Sasuke. Yukimura said, edging away from the edge of the building and heading back to the ladder that led off the roof, putting the gun on his back before climbing down. What's my next mission? He asked, jumping down onto the ground.
Thread: Short Change Heroes [Sengoku AU] [DarkMudkip/Jikkah]

Well, you have a resting period right now. Boss Shingen's orders. Says you been workin' too hard and you need to relax for a spell. Can't say I disagree. Sasuke answered
Thread: Short Change Heroes [Sengoku AU] [DarkMudkip/Jikkah]

Sasuke, I need to keep working, there is always room for improvement. He said as he made his way back towards base.
Thread: Short Change Heroes [Sengoku AU] [DarkMudkip/Jikkah]

Sasuke made a face as he watched Yukimura move, I'unno, boss... He said, You're getting bags under your eyes...
Thread: Short Change Heroes [Sengoku AU] [DarkMudkip/Jikkah]

Yukimura rubbed his eyes like he could rub away the dark circles that made his eyes seem sunken in. I'll be fine, Sasuke. He insisted.