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."
Why did Ecra have to open his stupid mouth!? Ecra swore again, this time in elven, which made Tecryd laugh again. Right. Drow usually spoke Elven. Cursing the day he was born, Ecra shuffled right back next to Tecryd's legs. He was going to kick the drow the second he had a chance.
"Have you ever orally pleasured someone, Ecra?"
What!? Ecra looked up to see if Tecryd was kidding. He was not, judging by that smirk. His blush was never going to leave. "That's none of your business!" He yelped, about to crawl back. In truth he had, but only with a girl, and one girl at that. Linette, a girl from his home village. Half elf, had a great laugh. They'd fooled around a few nights, it hadn't gone past mouths on places below the belt, but Linette said he really had a magic tongue. They'd gone their separate ways when Ecra started adventuring.
Tecryd grabbed Ecra by the hair and yanked him forward. "Maybe I should more specific. Have you ever orally pleasured a man before?"
"No!" That was true, at least.
"Well, that'll make this more tedious." With one hand, Tecryd managed to unlace his breeches enough to pull his cock out. "This is what I had in mind for your little halfling friend. She's probably the shyest little thing, isn't she?"
"You
really
don't know our Herra," Ecra muttered, trying not to stare at Tecryd's flaccid length. He'd heard Herra make jokes so perverse that Braizra blushed. She was pretty shameless. He cleared his throat and looked back up at Tecryd. "I can't... I can't do this." He said, shaking his head. He couldn't.
"What a shame." Tecryd kicked Ecra back, making him fall onto his backside. "I'll call the guards then, have them bring the halfling in instead. I've heard how naturally they come to serving. You can watch and get a better idea of what I want for next time." His dark grin made Ecra gag.
No!
"Wait!" Ecra crawled back forward, feeling nothing but the heaviest shame. "I just... I just need a second." He was shaking, wasn't he? He'd never been so scared in his entire life. Not even when he fought the ogres in the mountains. He didn't want to do this.
But if Herra was brought in, there'd be no doubt the drow would hurt her. Ecra swallowed and looked the drow's cock over. With a trembling hand, he reached forward and gently rubbed it.
Tecryd smirked and leaned back. "You just need a second, hmm? Well, we haven't got all day, so don't dawdle."
Right. He was doing this for Herra. Deep breath. Ecra leaned forward, slowly stroking Tecryd's length. He had a good size on him, much to Ecra's silent embarrassment. Thank gods this was just oral. The shaft slightly twitched in his hand as it began to harden and Ecra felt even more ill. He was going to vomit after this was all done.
"It doesn't bite, boy. Give it a kiss."
Damn it. Ecra figured a hand job wouldn't get him out of this. He swallowed again as he leaned forward, trying to wet his lips with his tongue before he pressed them against the head of Tecryd's cock. It was the most disturbing kiss he'd ever given.
The drow's pleasant hum made Ecra shiver. He'd actually began to pleasure this monster.
Don't puke. He'll probably slice your throat if you puke.
Ecra forced himself to swallow any bile threatening to come up before he pressed kisses down the shaft, reaching his balls and giving them a kiss too. Tecryd wasn't hairy at least, in fact his skin was entirely smooth other than the hair on his head. It made this process a little easier.
"You behave well, given the right incentive." Tecryd yanked Ecra's head back, forcing him to look him in the eye. "Suck."
Dammit. Ecra felt a tear sting his eyes as his lips parted, allowing Tecryd to thrust his cock into the poor human's mouth.
