My first work, tell me what you think.
Chapter 1
In this world of fantasy, the many races of the world often clash with one another in deadly offensives that fester into all-out war. Currently, the human kingdom of Thraxus was now wrapped up in a war against none other than the dangerous and proud Dark Elven race. A war against the Dark Elves is never a welcome sight, especially for humans who lack any of the natural gifts the Dark Elves possess, specifically their aptitude for powerful sorcery. With such a powerful foe looming over the kingdom of Thraxus, all abled men and women were trained, disciplined, and quickly thrusted into the frontlines.
This was no different for the young farmhand Darius. He was a young man of about 22 years, with a fit body toned from his work on his family's farm. He had brown skin, short curly black hair and sharp piercing brown eyes. Unfortunately for Darius, his unit was designated the task of buying time for the kingdom. What humans lacked in power, they certainly made up for it with wit and ingenuity. With enough time, they could certainly turn this war around and Darius and the other soldiers within his legion were needed to make that a reality. When they finally met the elves on the battlefield it was a quick and humbling defeat for the humans. With many of them fleeing the battle. The dark elves made a sport out of it, rounding up many of the stragglers and placing them in chains to be sold as slaves in their auction houses.
Like many races, dark elves were quite fond of slaves, especially humans. Having similar looks, to the elves humans were quite easy on the eyes, and they were usually more intelligent and easier to break than the other races. Before Darius knew it, he was chained up, shirtless and barefoot with only a thin pair of pants to cover his modesty as he stared into a crowd of rich dark elves dressed in extravagant garbs. He felt as if he were in a daze. The thought of it all angered him of course, but there was little he could do. Before he knew it, he was being whisked away from the stage and out the backdoor. The whole spectacle was like an out of body experience to him as he was herded in chains towards a large wooden carriage and thrown inside.
Throughout the ride his mind wandered. He hadn't remembered the face or name of the one who had purchased him at all, so he had no idea what to expect as it came to a halt. The instant the door opened, a tall elven man grabbed him by the arm and yanked him out the carriage. He hadn't the time to be angry with the man's roughness as his eyes gazed up at the sight of the incredible manor that lay before him. As a farm boy, he had never seen the royal castle, but he doubted that it could look as stunning as this. Massive statues of marble stood like skyscrapers in the sky but glowed more brilliant than he thought any stone could. Rows of plants and trees, perfectly trimmed, grew around the manor, featuring colors of green blue and purple. A massive tree grabbed his attention, its long branches and purple leaves covering the area in its beauty. And of course, the house itself was brilliant. It was a violet color that seemed to emit its own bright hue. The whole place radiated with an ominous beauty which he had never seen before.
As his escort pushed him through the scenery and through the large doors of this castle of a home, he realized that the inside was just as elegant and mythical as the scene outside. After a couple flights of stairs, he was finally led to an office-like room where a girl was waiting with her back turned to him.
"So, you're here? Finally..." She said turning her chair to face him.
Almost immediately, he found himself caught off guard by her beauty. She was a dark elf girl of around his age. Her brown skin was more vibrant and smoother than the dark elves he had fought in the war. Her bright silver hair slightly curled down to just below her shoulders. But what stood out the most was her sparkling bright violet eyes that seemed to peer inside Darius' very soul as she looked at him. Her breasts, though modest B cups, peaked out wonderfully from the top of her dazzling white dress. As he checked her out, Darius himself felt fairly unworthy in the presence of this beautiful girl, shirtless and with only a pair of ragged black trousers.
The elegant girl did not show much emotion on her face or in her tone at all as she spoke. "You're dismissed Tilman, I will take it from here."
Without so much as a fuss, the tall man who escorted Darius turned around and exited out the back door.
"Speak your name, slave." She yelped at him, the sternness of her words catching him off guard a bit.
"Darius!" He shouted back. All he had experienced so far had made him forget his predicament, but her uttering the word "slave" at him in such a matter-of-fact tone, brought back the anger inside him. "And I'd rather you call me by my name..."
"I will call you by whatever name I desire, slave boy. You'd be wise not to forget your situation." She explained.
Darius scowled. Though he'd been used to be dragged around from place to place, this was the first time he had to stare into the eyes of a person who had somehow taken ownership of him. He couldn't believe it.
"I am known as Princess Ramira and you will not raise your voice at me, but do not worry, I will coach that scowl from your face in time." She said sternly but without a hint of negative emotion as she stood from her seat and gestured for him to follow.
As she walked past him and towards the door, Darius pondered the thought of grabbing her hostage right now. The elegant princess strutted past him. As she stood, he could tell that she was no taller than 5'2 and was overall much smaller than him, but his better judgement kept him from doing something he might regret. He knew there was no escape, at least for now. He needed to figure out how everything worked here before he could try something so bold. As he reluctantly followed behind her, he could not help but notice the amazing butt that poked out from within the seams of her tight dress. Her hour-glass figure was shapely, perfectly supporting her beautifully round rear-end. Clearly what she lacked in chest, she more than made up for in other places.
"This entire floor belongs to myself and, starting today, we are the only ones who will be living here." She explained as she opened the door to another room. "Once they come of age, it is customary for nobles like myself to receive their own personal slave to tend to their whims. You are lucky that you were chosen by me. As my slave, you'll be treated well enough as long as you behave."
Darius scoffed at her words. The way she made it seem like his slavery was set in stone really bothered him. Deep down, he still held out hope that he'd make it out of here. Princess Ramira seemed to hear the sigh he made and silently stared at him. First his face and then at his shirtless and toned body. Her gaze made Darius a bit self-conscious as he instinctively crossed his arms over his chest.
Fed up and embarrassed, Darius shouted, "Just tell me what you want already!"
*Slap*
Darius stood dazed for a moment as she laid a slap upon his cheek.
"I will not tolerate you raising your voice at me slave Darius." She exclaimed.
Holding his cheek Darius could feel the anger swell up within him, but he knew he could do nothing.
"You have a nice body, but you're filthy. This is your room, shower and change into the clothing provided. I will come and get you in 1 hour."
Darius stepped into his room. His face red from the slap and embarrassment after having Ramira openly judge his body. Darius was at least happy to be alone. This would be the first time since he was captured that he'd experienced this. He cleaned himself up and changed into a dark blue sleeved shirt and a pair of loose black trousers. The quality was much better than he was used to. After getting dressed and lounging around for a bit in his new room, Princess Ramira finally returned. She inspected him for a bit before she spoke.
"You clean up well." She said, eyeing him. "How old are you?" She asked.
"22..." He mumbled, still a bit caught off guard by her gaze.
"I am 20 years" She said, "Though you may be older, I still hold the power here. I expect you to speak clearly and show some respect. You should address me as Princess at the end of every sentence. Now let's try that again."
Darius stared at her for a moment before speaking, "I am 22, princess."
"That'll do for now but it could still use some work. Now follow me."
Darius followed behind his sexy owner and princess as she led him to a much larger and more open room. There was a girl there, seemingly waiting for them.
Ramira turned to Darius and gestured towards the girl in the large open room. "Okay, slave Darius, this girl's name is Sinah. She will be your combat trainer."
