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Wallahir Haliondor, the great wizard prodigy, unrecognised and spurned after his birth of course, yet risen from his exile into arcane might. Well that was what he hoped they’d have said about him in Ulthuan. He would never find out of course, sitting as he was in an, entirely for show, iron cage, atop a druchii barge.
Of course it was the ship he had taken they would raid. Out of hundreds of them, it was, as always, Wallahir who ended up unlucky. This time however it seemed he would not be able to turn the situation to his favour.
At least he had taken some of the raiders with him as they boarded the ship. Perhaps that was the reason he was kept on deck, to cook in the sun, rather than below with the rest. Wallahir wasn’t quite sure whether his position was one of perverse honour or a special torture reserved for one who had killed so many of the druchiis’ number.
The ship was headed by a sorceress, she wasn’t quite as skilled with the arts as Wallahir himself, a fact however that mattered little when she had loyal men to follow her and he had none. They had held him down, seemingly bent on sacrificing him on the deck, when they overwhelmed him. The sorceress however intervened when she saw the finger necklace he wore, she had laughed, cackled almost and commanded him to be spared. That is how he found himself here, aching for water and shade, which he wasn’t sure he’d yet know in this life.
Wallahir did wonder how the Elves of Naggarond maintained their complexions at sea, his own hide hat been browned thoroughly by the scorching sun by now. He told himself he didn’t mind, he was never one for grand worship of the self, yet he couldn’t deny the slight jealousy the half naked witch brought to the fore in him, whenever he found himself having a more lucid moment.
The witch seemed to take notice of his brooding and sauntered up to him again, as she had so often these last days. She wore that same slightly to wide grin she always did.
“Jealous brother?” She underlined her words with a chuckle, before sitting down on the floor outside the cage, her face gleaming with mock understanding.
“You know, I have been thinking about you, my dear little sea elf. See usually we’d sacrifice your lot to Khaine. No reason to bother much with some snot nosed high elf brat, right? Butttt You seem a little different don’t you, quite tough, and, you weren’t raised on the island were you hmm? Father didn’t love you enough, the men below deck told us.” The womans’ grin widened.
“No you had to face allll that human wilderness on your own. I’m sure on the soft folk on the isle would mock you for that. We’re different though. So, so different. See back in the black city we believe that sort of journey builds character… And you are quite the character are you not? That lovely little necklace for example, you know back with your father they wouldn’t have liked thatttttt. But with us, oh we’re so much more honest about who decides the fate of war aren’t we.”
Wallahir just stared at the witch with empty eyes, halfway into disassociation.
“Oh shush, don’t worry something important is coming up so listen tight dearest. See, usually we’d love to take you in, there is however a slighttt issue. See, with us in Naggarond we don’t appreciate male sorcerers. I can see your eyes dropping brother don’t worry there are solutions to alllll these things. All you have to do, is be a good boy, and say yes.”
The smile the woman gave with that was gleaming, glinting with a hint of malice care and desire intertwined, surprisingly enough it almost seemed to carry honesty.
And well, Wallahir was desperate. And there was little they could do with his consent they couldn’t without.
He stared up at the woman, letting a little bit of himself slip back into his face.
“Yes.”
“I knew you’d be a smart girl about this.” The witch unlocked the cage, opening the iron barred door wide. Then she leaned in for a kiss forcing her tongue inside. Wallahir wanted to stop her at first, yet the small nourishment of at the least some liquid in the form of her spit running down his throat kept him from doing so.
“Fuck, you already sound so pathetic, don’t you. Mhmm poor you, no water for to long. Don’t worry sweetie big sister will feed you allll the spit you need.”
The witch loosened Wallahirs pants, her motions to quick and practiced for her to have done this less than thousands of times. She snaked her fingers along his thigh giving him a knowing grin, as the wizards head lolled back, entirely overwhelmed with sensation.
Her long nails scratched along his thigh and sex drawing tiny rivers of blood wherever they went. The witches grin only shifting from elation to mocking knowledge.
“Oh, it has been a while hasn’t it. Hmm? No water in you and you can still get so very wet for me, maybe we should have starved you longer.”
Wallahir was about to protest but he had little choice but to stay in silence, both for his throats’ dryness, as well as the tiny drop of precum which had formed on his errection.
“This is going to be quick isn’t it? Oh don’t worry no need to look sad, you’ll have all the time to make up for it my sweet.”
The witch kissed Wallahir again, with biting and force, distracting him as she roughly grabbed his sex. Jerking it in rough motions stretching it just a bit to far every time as he shuddered into her.
“Just like that, just focus on me nothing else. Oh, oh that’s it. I can see it in your eyes.”
The witches grin widened as she finished her last stroke with her left. Before, in one smooth motion, drawing a dagger from her side and slicing off the entirety of the wizards sex with her right.
Wallahir would have screamed of course, he was in pain, yet he couldn’t bring himself to care for it much over his dehydration and sun burn. So he simply fell backwards onto the planks, as his castrator threw the whole package overboard with a casual flick of the wrist.
“Oh, to tired to scream for me little sister? Well that is a little sad but we’ll fix it in due time.”
The druchii leaned down placing a small kiss on the gashing wound.
“Usually when I do this, I fuck the place after. Sadly, I think that may take to much out of you for now little sister. So, we’re just going to heal it up enough not to get infected, not too much it doesn’t hurt don’t worry. I wouldn’t want to deprive my sweet girl of thatt.”
The woman called over a slave with an offhand motion, beckoning the man to stand next to her. She slit his throat with a simple flick of the wrist, taking some of the blood from his throat before kicking the still standing corpse overboard.
“Oh marvellous, this can be your first lesson while we’re at it. See my little neophyte when you’re out her with no winds or gods to call upon you can’t just grant life like that. You need something else to exchange.”
The witch spread the blood from the dead slave along Wallahirs’ wound murmuring words he was to busy writhing in pain to understand all the while. The wound did start to close and scab as she spoke, and as promised she stopped before new skin could cover it.
“There you go.” The woman patted the wound softly causing her acolyte to wince.
“Awww, I knew you had some in you. Oh, we are going to have so much fun.” The witch giggled.
“For now though, let’s get you out of that sun hmm? You won’t be fun at allll, all scorched like that.”
The druchii picked Wallahir up, with seeming ease, hoisting him in a princess carry as she made her way into the captains cabin.
“Oh, I almost forgot. My name is Netishi.” She tapped her mouth. “Yours will be Vera.”
Netishi laid the wounded sea elf down on her surprisingly comfortable bed, all dark silks and softness.
“You did get me quite worked up you know. Being such a good girl for me. I imagine you’re quite thirsty anyway. Why don’t you have a sip.”
The dark elf sorceress, moved swiftly, brushing the thin piece of clothing covering her sex to the side and moving on top of Vera.
“Now I really hope you learned at least a little in your time abroad cause this is a skill you’re going to need so very badly… especially when you meet mother.”
The sea elf seeing both a source of moisture and a command better not to be refused before him moved to lap at the druchiis’ cunt, parting her folds eagerly with his tongue.
“Mhmmm, I bet you’re jealous hmm? Don’t worry you, fuck, you’ll get your own. In due time when you’ve mastered enough flesh crafting to make it. You’re a natural I’m sure it will come swiftly.”
Netishi giggled.
“I can see you then, in my minds eye. You are going to be magnificent. All whips soft skin and terror. Gods you’re already farther than me with the arcane aren’t you? You’ll want to punish me mhmmm. You’ll pay back everything I did tenfold. It is going to be delicious little sister. I can’t wait.”
The witch shuddered. “Good just like that, fuck keep going, if I cum I’ll give you water.”
With even more motivation provided Vera increased her ministrations summoning the last of her strength to push her tormentor over the edge.
“Good girlll.” Netishi let out a satisfied hum. “I suppose I’ll have to keep to my promise. We can’t have fun if you’re to tired. Much as I adore seeing your cute little eyebags.”
She picked up a pitcher from somewhere, letting cool water flow into her open mouth, before, without a further word, descending upon Vera and pressing it into hers’.
“It’s laced with a sleeping drug. Nothing dangerous don’t worry little sister. It will keep you nice and safe. We have to start getting you used to poison after all.”
Netishi slipped into bed next to Vera drawing her to her and placing a tiny kiss on her neck as well as a little slap to her wound causing another eruption of pain before sleep took her.