Fenris was a tall, dark, bony elf with long, muscular legs and striking features. He was incredibly good-looking already, but a couple of things really stood out. First, and lesser of the two, were a pair of glittering green eyes, with flecks of gold in them. I'd never seen eyes like this. Human eyes certainly didn't ever have those patterns.
But even more striking were the glowing lyrium tattoos all over him. They started from his chin, glowing faintly white against that dark skin, and traveled down his neck in a simple pattern, disappearing into his shirt. They were also visible up his arms, and I remembered wondering if they covered his whole body.
From my first meeting with Fenris I'd wanted to take him to bed. I thought about it now, looking at him, handcuffed to my wall, looking at me with a fierce scowl on his face. I now knew exactly where those tattoos went, and I considered tracing them with my fingers, or maybe even my tongue.
He growled at me, interrupting my admiration of his lithe body. "Let me out of these." Fenris had been a slave for a good portion of his life, and generally resented the implication deeply. It was a mark of trust that he let me put them on him, but I knew somewhere in him lived the urge to be treated thus. At least me he knew he could trust.
"As I recall, you voluntarily allowed me to put them on you." I stood between his legs, with my hands on his hips. He was naked, head to toe, and his slim, angular body squirmed in front of me. Despite his protests, his cock was hard as a rock.
"I've come to the conclusion you like being chained up, Fenris."
His look softened ever so slightly. "Maybe for the right person." But then his eyes darkened again. "But that's enough of that. Unchain me, now."
"Are you sure?" I said, and wrapped my hand around his cock. He arched his back and half closed his eyes, almost involuntarily. I admired the lightness of my own skin against his. I admit, seeing my come on his skin almost always made me ready again.
He leaned forward and I saw the tattoos begin to glow. I stroked him, feeling him pulse against me.
"I think you just like being fucked up the ass by a mage, Fenris. It reminds you how much you like to be subjugated." I summoned my own magic, feeling it circle around us and grow inside me, ready to counter his lyrium-enhanced powers. But instead, he lunged at me and kissed my mouth, hard. I kissed him back, and bit his lower lip, drawing it away from his mouth.
Abruptly I moved away from him and stood just out of his reach. He looked up at me, clearly frustrated.
