(TW: Consensual spanking, arousal, and domination after the cut)
DWC 2024 Day 1: Casualty/Flirting
Cy stood in front of the full-length mirror in his room, bare naked. His raspberry pink skin gleaming in the candlelight from his desk. With slow careful strokes he rubbed a softly scented oil over his skin. The faint smell of raspberries and citrus with a deeper musk filled the small room where he prepared himself.
The humble room was dominated by a large bed covered in a dark green dyed fur throw, the different patches of green making it look like a mossy forest glen between the thick wooden four posts of the sturdy bed. The other major piece was a wardrobe that stood open revealing the secrets within. Polished leather gleamed like Cy's skin in the dim room. Implements of pain and bondage, lovingly organized and displayed.
Cy stood in front of a small desk that housed jars of oils and herbs. He dipped his fingers into a small bowl of oil again and watched in the mirror as his slicked fingers moved over every inch of himself, lovingly polishing his smooth skin to a dull shine. He flicked over his pierced nipples and stifled a low moan at the pleasure of it. His lover would like that he was already aroused for him. Already prepared for their date.
It was the first time the fellow was invited here. They had been lovers for a while now, but this time they were in Cy's room at the brothel, and this was the first time the elf was giving over control to the man. Oh, they had played, but it was always a give and take, a wrestling match, a chase, winner take all. But tonight was different. Tonight, he was going to be punished for all the toying and teasing he had been doing. Tonight, he was giving up control and being a willing plaything.
A thrill ran down his spine at the quite knock on his door. Cy grabbed a soft silk robe and wrapped himself in it. His erection poking lewdly out, tenting the fabric. "Come in." The door opened at his quite acceptance and revealed a strong man standing there. His feral grin sent another shock of pleasure down the elf's back, right to the base of his cock. A small circle of wet stained the fabric at the point where the tip of his straining pierced cock.
Cy licked his lips as a flood of want and nerves filled his belly as the man stepped into the room and closed the door. He said nothing as he observed the room almost ignoring the tall pink elf in the process. He pulled a small but wicked leather paddle out of the wardrobe and smiled at the maker's mark on it. Still ignoring Cy, he stepped to a padded bench that was built into the foot of the bed and finally took a good look at his willing plaything.
Cy felt himself flush and his breath came fast in his eagerness. The man's voice was deep and dominant when he finally spoke, "Take that off, Moonshine, and come t' me" He patted his thigh. Cy knew what was expected. They had spoken of it in teasing flirts and loving threats. He reached up and shrugged the robe off his shoulders, letting the fabric flutter down over his body, the sensation had goose bumps popping up over his skin and his nipples were as hard as the rest of him as he took the two steps to the seated man.
With careful movements Cythion draped himself over the man's lap. His pink ass lifting up as he quivered in anticipation of the first stroke. His bottom was touched and squeezed as he tried to breathe, tried to not wiggle his arousal against that thick thigh. There was a rush of air and a crack of leather on flesh before the shock of pain flooded through him. He moaned like a creature in heat as he pressed his open mouth to the padded bench. Long, unbound hair cascading to the floor as he awaits the next blow.
(Difficult to discern text is clarified in the * footnotes.)
All around him the music pounded, bodies in motion to its heavy, dominating beat. The flickering lights of the fire room danced over bare flesh that was bowed as people tangled themselves in one another. Across the room he could pick out the familiar swell of Cythion’s broad back, perfectly accessorized by the pair of hooves kicked up to rest on the kaldorei’s shoulders. It was good to see him having fun.
Celedyn pushed himself up to sit on the stage, enjoying the higher vantage point. Everyone seemed to be having a good time. The night had progressed into full swing, the earlier drift of curious tourists and people who wanted just a little sample of what a spicier evening could look like had already wandered in for their bit of fun and then back out again and by now the people left in the room were those ready to play.
Well, maybe not that one. His eyes found Lance’s pale shape tucked in the shadowy corners, as delicately sculpted as a string of lilies of the valley and for all the world looking like he was determined to stay exactly where he was rooted. Maybe it was those curling horns that made him so stubborn... Or maybe he just liked to watch, the pretty little pervert.
A sudden flash of white hot pain shocked him out of his thoughts with a sharp yelp. He jolted, one hand moving to cover the fresh red stripe on his ass and twisted, his expression scandalized only to find Dice grinning down at him, the offending fire whip in hand. The sindorei’s voice was deep and unmistakably amused as he chastised the other elf “The stage is for performers only.”
“I AM a performer!” Celedyn shot back, with a huff. He gave a grand gesture that swept the length of his body up to proudly lifted chin “Everything about this is a performance.” He stuck out his tongue as he uncapped his bottle of water, taking a swallow to refresh his dignity. Out in the crowd he spotted Leon, his expression blissfully adrift as the woman he had left the Gilnean with finally lifted herself up enough to grant him fresh air. “You know, I think you’ve got the very best view in all of the room and here you are, refusing to share it!”
With another flick of the wrist and the heavy sound of leather dragging through air the bottle was gone from Celedyn’s hand. Not shattered, but snatched away by the sudden rush of heat from the fire whip. Dice caught it neatly, draining it as he sauntered to the front of the stage to return the empty vessel to the squinting elf. “The stage is for performances only.” His lips spread in a warm smirk as he rolled his weight to one hip, one brow arching. “So perform.”
Celedyn didn’t need anything more than the mere suggestion before he merrily snatched up the opportunity for attention, tucking one leg beneath himself to shift closer. He started in low, nose brushing at a knee, blue eyes flicking up to meet Dice’s face before his lips parted and he seductively dragged his tongue up a well muscled thigh. He only got half way through his swipe before the the taste struck him and he froze in place, eyes instantly showing regret.
Without hesitation, Dice covered for the pause, reaching down to take a stern grip on the high elf’s platinum locks. Contained laughter sparkled in his eyes “Not what you were expecting?”
Celedyn’s tongue was still out, remaining in place as though he’d stuck it to a frozen street light. “Ah thoud id would be thwead.” *
“Would sweat have been that much better?”
“Ah need the elegdrolides. Thome BILLAIN thtole muh dring!” **
Dice dragged him back with a warm chuckle as the high elf regretfully drew his tongue back into his mouth. Cele kept his face soft and rapt for the crowd, but the other elf could see the distaste in his intense, prolonged eye contact as he swallowed the mouthful of oil.
Dice’s gaze slipped away just a moment before returning to watch Celedyn’s face. The sindorei’s voice was low, private “Are you sure you want to stay up on this stage? The performances get pretty heated.” His eyes held a deep, meaningful intensity as he watched the high elf’s face.
“If I leave right now I expect you to call the Kirin’Tor and have the sayaad taking my extraordinarily attractive form arrested immediately.” He grinned, but that stare remained. Celedyn paused, licking his lips before giving a simple, confident “Yes.”
So slight that it may be missed were the two not so close, a line of tension unknotted and relaxed in Dice’s shoulders. He stood up to his full height once more and looked out into the crowd, giving a subtle tip of his jaw before stepping away.
Celedyn turned, blue eyes scanning over the room, trying to follow who the Sindorei had motioned to, and why. Deep in the recesses of the VIP section, he spotted the lady of the hour herself. Vixannya sat as poised and elegant as ever as she surveyed the room. Another woman might have lost their composure that way; breasts covered only by Sera’s hands, partially obscured by an perfectly shaped ass that he would recognize as Ryland’s at 200 paces, but she looked what could only be described as pleased.
The high elf was brought back to the moment by the sudden whoosh of the whip before the heat curled around him and dragged him upstage.
The foot placed squarely on his chest pushed him flat on his back and the stern look from the sindorei kept him there. The whip’s heat flickering out as it dropped from its master’s hand, trapped under the high elf and keeping his arms pinned close to his sides. He huffed with indignation but Dice could see him easily recover; the way his spine arched slightly up off the floor, long legs arranging themselves elegantly, ever aware of the visual he presented for his audience.
Cele’s head turned as he spotted motion to his side, eyes briefly lighting as he recognized Cy, only to widen as he noticed what the Kaldorei was handing off. Dice held the candelabra aloft, sauntered the edge of the stage, his steps sure and powerful. He grinned as he turned back to see the high elf’s attention rapt, his breath heavy, his cock shamelessly hard.
The first hot touch of wax had him gasping, arching at the sudden spike of adrenaline that pierced right through the front of his skull. Dice moved quickly, precisely, letting dribbles spatter across his chest and shoulders like freckles on sun kissed skin; only relenting and lifting the candelabra when he decided it needed a bit more time to melt, dropping down to one knee to sensually run his hands over his work.
The bound elf writhed, pressing back into his palms. Celedyn’s stomach flexed as he lifted up, tried for a kiss, but was pushed right back down again with a soft, frustrated grunt. The next place the wax struck was his belly, sensitive skin jumping as each drop fell. He teased, letting a trail drizzle along the crease of the iliac furrows that the high elf so frequently gloated about, adding just a bit here and there until he could see fear start to rise up in those eyes, the breath freeze in his chest as he grew precariously close to that neglected length, threatening to give it more attention than it could handle.
He waited until Celedyn seemed just about ready to jump out of his skin before hauling him up to kneel, kicking his knees apart to make sure the audience got the full view. The whip slouched down uselessly, but by now he was quite certain the other elf wasn’t going anywhere, blue eyes hazy and watching him dance like he was the only thing in the room.
Celedyn’s long legs made for dramatic trails of the hot wax, the candles carefully angled to first create a wall, the position just so before a second pass sent rivulets down his inner thighs and broke a lusty cry from painted lips. He took advantage of it, gripping the high elf’s hair and swallowing that moan with a rough, possessive kiss.
Celedyn’s arms wrapped his shoulders and a moment later Dice was hauling him up and off his feet, giving his ass a lascivious squeeze as he finally broke the kiss with a smile that had melted a thousand hearts. Smoothly he walked to the edge of the stage and knelt, passing the still dazed man down to Cythion before retrieving his whip, the flame crackling back to life as he gave it a hearty snap.
Still half dazed, Celedyn caught the eye of Sindorei woman who’d been enjoying their spectacle from the front row. Nova’s smirk widened just a bit as he gave her a little wiggling wave of his fingers and she raised her glass as though offering him a toast. He grinned and tucked himself into Cy’s familiar warmth. “Have you come to volunteer to clean me up, kitten?”The high elf’s voice was rough with lust, his hands sliding over the Kaldorei’s shoulder like ivy attempting to swallow a castle wall.
Cythion grinned down at him; “I’ve come to volunteer to mess you up.”
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* ”I thought it would be sweat.”
** “I need the electrolytes. Some VILLAIN stole my drink!”
they could've been silent, swift predators stalking through the underbrush, seeking their prey, but instead they frolicked like idiots, laughing and batting at each other and smacking into random trees and making a god-awful racket until someone threw a boot at them
Sinful Sunday: What's the most sinful thing she's done lately?
The Gravekeeper tilted her head slowly in thought. "Sin would indicate regret. I don't quite feel that religious panic that the living do when they think 'bad thoughts'. We don't feel the shame some closeted society might place on us for indulgence...? The Forsaken do as we do."
The Lady Handhour righted her head, spectral eyes wandering. "I do often think of the Kaldorei I educated recently." A humor feathered through her echoing tones. "I'd take a little pleasure in any shameful thoughts I'd inspired in him, oh I very much would. He'll never look at at a graveyard the same way again, I suspect."
It had been a while now since the last After Dark and Kaz was still reveling in the emotional high that for once hadn't faded so quickly.
The company of good friends and the delights of the spectacular and sexy performances could always be relied on to cheer Kaz up no matter how badly he was doing before.
He was relieved to have finally recovered enough from the fall of Dalaran to be allowed out of the healers and to get to the event.
While he was usually a good patient, knowing how tough being a healer was as a Mistweaver himself; he would've almost certainly slipped out even had he not been allowed. So it was fortunate indeed that he was considered well enough that no-one felt the need to try to stop him.
Seeing so many of his friends after so long away had been a pleasure and the event had proved as enjoyable as ever!
All that on it's own was wonderful enough, but it was the party and rest of the night afterwards that had really bought on this positivity and stopped it fading.
His friend Cythion had introduced Kaz to a lovely man named Valarin and they had got along spectacularly well. Both somewhat shy and awkward in nature they understood each other well and it seems their mutual shyness had cancelled each other out.
They talked and danced away most of the night, learning about each other and having a great time. And when it came time to leave for the night they left together...
It had been over a week now and Kaz had scarcely stopped smiling since. While his worries, fears and insecurities couldn't be entirely removed they had faded quite far into the background of his mind, as he ignored them and reveled instead in the joy he'd found.
He was feeling the best he'd felt in a long time and looked forward to seeing where things went from here.
What is there to ask that hasn't been talked over, my friend? So i'm just gonna dump some emotion all over you. We know each other intimately. I trust you with my body, mind and soul. You have invited me into your home. We share lovers, and food, and space. We share kinks, our bodies, our pain, our orgasms. Though we discover new things daily about each other, a part of me feels like I have always known you. Fucking you was one of my easiest choices, letting you hold a piece of my heart is one of the scariest. But it has been well worth it.
This was supposed to be sexy, ah well. I guess I need a spanking. *wink*
Leon was prepared for a lot of things today, but that wasn't one of them. He just kinda sits there, blinking, for a second after Cy's done, mulling over what he'd just heard.
Once he's had a moment to collect himself, he runs a hand through his hair, then huffs a soft, astonished little laugh.
"In wot universe do we suddenly live, where sayin' somethin' like that isn't sexy? If we'd only known each other a few weeks, per'aps; then I'd be terribly worried about 'ow fast an' 'ard you fall. An' 'ow fast an' 'ard I must fall, t' have invited y' int' my 'ome after a few weeks. Tha's not somethin' I do lightly, despite wot some might believe.
"Likewise, it was easy t' pursue you, an' easy t' let y' pursue me. Especially after seein' 'ow easy it was fer my 'usband t' trust you. Tha' in itself was one hell of an endorsement, given all Val'rin's been through. An' thus far, not one day 'as passed where I've seen a reason t' regret my choices.
"If I thought y' were after a punishment, Moonshine, I'd insist y' don't need a spankin', but we both know tha's not a punishment anyway."
The sketch is on a page of thick parchment, seemingly parted from its book. In the bottom margin messy handwriting from the artist could be found:
"Saw you tending to some seedlings, couldn't help myself, sorry. I just wanted to draw you. Art is weird like that. You looked a bit down so, I hope this makes you smile."
[ ] Go back to sleep [ ] Kick you out
[ x ] Cuddle with you [ x ] Be like “Why in the world?”
[ ] Let you sleep with him (literally or figuratively) [ ] Become angry
If you kissed me (or hugged) I would:
[ x ] Kiss or hug you back [ x ] Smile and laugh
[ ] Stiffen, and feel uncomfortable [ ] Push you away
[ ] Be shocked [ ] Strike you
If you asked me to go out with you for a day I would say:
[ ] No [ x ] Yes (again!) [ ] Most certainly not. [ ] Without hesitation.
You are:
[ x ] Cute [ x ] Adorable [ x ] Attractive [ ] Beautiful
[ ] Okay [ ] Ugly [ ] Am not going to grace this with an answer
You are to me a:
[ ] Stranger [ x ] Acquaintance [ ] Ally
[ x ] Friend [ ] Love [ ] Rival
[ ] Enemy
(he's kinda right in the middle of acquaintance and friend at this point. Still gettin' to know each other yet)
I find you to be:
[ ] Pathetic [ ] Of no consequence [ x ] Intriguing
[ ] Frightening [ ] Unsettling [ ] Annoying
[ ] Infuriating [ x ] Pleasant company [ x ] Familiar
[ ] Unable to be lived without [ ] Trustworthy
