Author's Note: The characters in this story are inspired by my various tabletop game characters and campaigns. This chapter contains loss of virginity, oral sex, m/m anal sex, and Tecryd just being an all around horrible person. Enjoy!
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Ecra had been prone to nightmares ever since he was a toddler. Always under times of stress his nightmares would return in full force- orcs coming to slice him to bits, goblins cackling as they burned all his friends alive while they screamed... those were more bearable than the nightmares he had in the dungeons of Tecryd.
It was dark. Just. Dark. There was not a single source of light and Ecra couldn't see a thing. He stumbled around, over time realizing there were eyes staring at him. He spun around and reached for his sword, but his stomach would drop when he realized that he didn't have his sword... so he ran.
Sinister laughter would ring through his ears as Ecra plunged through the dark, trying to find any way out, any at all. Then he'd trip over a ledge and topple over, plunging into a pit he could not see the bottom of. He woke up before he hit the ground, two hobgoblin guards opening his cell door and saying that his new god wished to see him.
And that was the worst. Because he couldn't wake up from this nightmare.
The temple had been completely desecrated, Ecra's heart sinking as he did the best not to cry. The altar that had once stood in the back of the room was missing, and judging by the tone of silver of the new throne in its place, it had been melted down to create it.
Disgusting. Ecra was no religious man but he knew Alur would weep at the sight.
Tecryd was slouched across his chair, smirking as Ecra approached. "The human boy comes at least. Hello, Ecra," He said.
Ecra's anger boiled up and he couldn't stop himself from charging with a shout, ready to pummel Tecryd's face in, only to be frozen in place. He couldn't move. Oh god. He couldn't move.
"Oh, come now, none of that, little leader." Tecryd leaned in, cocking his head to the side. "You couldn't beat me with all your friends when I was a mere sorcerer, how do you think you'll do it on your own, now that I am a
god
?"
Ecra swore and attempted to free himself from the invisible bindings keeping him to the floor, but only succeeded in nearly falling over. Tecryd laughed and sat back. "Oh, keep trying to get loose. It's very cute."
"Shut up!" Ecra growled and tried to pull up one of his boots. It was like trying to make it come up through frozen mud. "When I get my hands on you, I'm going to-"
"What? Do what?" Tecryd chuckled, shaking his head. "Oh, Ecra. I think we both know that without your friends you are so incredibly helpless. Speaking of which... what do you think of Herra?"
Herra! Ecra gulped as the smiling face of the halfling flashed through his mind. "What do you mean? She's my friend- you keep your disgusting hands away from her!" Oh god, the amount of times he threatened to tear her apart, the very thought of Herra in pain...
"Hmmmm. I don't know. I have quite the plan for her." Tecryd stroked his chin, smirk growing darker. "She's so small, you know, I could make her scream."
"You bastard!" Ecra screamed, another lunge and this time Ecra did land on the floor, trapped only a few feet away from the drow. He was so close, and yet he couldn't do a damn thing. Herra... he didn't want her to hurt. She'd suffered enough because of Tecryd.
"Oh, aren't you precious." Tecryd sneered and got up, pacing in front of his ill gotten throne. "Of course, if you think you could stand what I have planned for her..."
Ecra didn't hesitate. "I can! Do whatever you were planning for her to me!" He could take a little torture, right? He always prided himself on being a hero, it always perked him up when someone thanked him for his good deeds. It felt good to be a hero. And although he couldn't do much in here, he could save Herra from grief.
"Are you sure?" Tecryd knelt in front of Ecra, tilting his chin up. "Halflings are small but hardy. You're just-"
"Stop doing that!" Ecra tried lashing out, but his arms were now also stuck to the floor. Oh, how that got him every time. Just a human. He wasn't as wise as Alur, as quick thinking as Thola. Certainly wasn't as strong as Braizra or as clever as Sakal. He wished he could be as gentle as Herra, but he was a bit too clumsy for that.
"Stop what?" Tecryd lightly tapped Ecra's nose with his finger. "Reminding you what goes through your head every time you're in battle with your friends? That in the end, you're the weak link. The human who makes an admirable attempt to keep up with his friends, but at the end of the day, it's
your fault
that your party was defeated."
It was, wasn't it? Ecra almost wanted to cry. He'd tripped over a stone and cut himself deeply with his sword. Herra had to run back to stop him from bleeding out. His side still ached from where his sword slashed him.
"... Just... whatever you're going to do to the others, do it to me." Ecra closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "I can take it."
I deserve it
.
Tecryd chuckled and stood, walking back to his throne and sitting down. "You can try. Get up." The invisible binds from Ecra's limbs lifted and Ecra scrambled to his feet.
"Come here. Kneel."
Kneel. Ecra's stomach churned like the time he'd taken a swig from Braizra's flask. Orc drinks were way too strong for him. But straightening his shoulders Ecra walked forward and knelt in front of Tecryd. He'd never been really this close to the drow before, except in combat. Ecra always charged forward first with his sword at the ready. Didn't usually work, except for the time he got Tecryd's face. Oh, that was a good day. Scar was still there too.
Still, it was intriguing to see Tecryd this close. He was tall even by drow standards, with long, lean legs and thighs, although appearances were deceiving- Tecryd was incredibly strong.
Ecra flinched as Tecryd reached for his head, expecting pain, but only instead got a pat on the head. "Very good," Tecryd purred, and Ecra felt even more revolted.
"What are you doing?" He asked, starting to get suspicious.
"Starting your torture. Kiss my boots."
What?! Ecra almost struggled to get back up, but a hard look from Tecryd reminded him of his deal. Ignoring how his stomach burned, Ecra leaned down and placed his lips upon the drow's right boot, followed by the left. He was going to be sick. The leather boots were clean, sure, but this was
humiliating
.
"You're so proud, human," the drow hummed, "it's hilarious to see you think yourself embarrassed by such a loyal gesture."
"I'm not loyal to you!" Ecra shoved off of Tecryd and turned his body away, trying to ignore how his cheeks burned. "This is stupid. If you really thought I could take what my friends could, you wouldn't be playing around like this!" He was going easy on him, Ecra knew it. He really didn't think Ecra could take it, and that was
infuriating
.
Tecryd laughed, making Ecra's blush grow deeper. "Oh, I was just warming up. Very well. Come back here, human. If you want to move this along faster, I can do that."
