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~ Athena ~

“Whoever said that fight was going to be easy is a damned, filthy liar!” Athena called out to her guildmates. Her hand idly hovered over her holy book as the pages flipped, slowly mass resurrecting her fallen comrades. The holy magic of the Light peaked, casting a glimmer of golden sparkles over the dead bodies that were strewn on the ground. Thankfully over half of the guild survived the fight, herself included, so their raid on Castle Nathria wasn’t a total lost cause. Dead bodies begin slowly crawling back to life with groans as they sat themselves up from their resurrection.
The leader of the guild group, a restoration druid named Brox, shook his head a bit as his guildmates recoup from the fight. A small sigh escapes his lips. “I should have known better than to call it an easy fight before we even fought.” A green circle with a small plant in the center appears on the ground as he casts Efflorescence. The recently resurrected guild mates sigh in contentment as their wounds are healed in the druid’s spell. “Let’s have a little break before we head into the throne room of Sire Denathrius.”
Brox’s co-raid leader sets down a small handmade feast for the group. “Eat. And let’s recast all raid buffs too, please, while we're at it.” Brox commands the guild as he sits down and eats.
Athena, tapped of mana from the Generals fight, gladly digs into the feast. Her metal armor clicks in place as she sits down on the stone ground. A Pandaren male sits down next to her, also taking his share of the community feast. “You did well out there, Athena. You always carry us with your heals.”
She looks over at the Pandaren as a soft smile crosses her. “Thanks, Brucey.” She takes a moment to take a small bite of a chicken leg from the feast. Whatever entity out there decided food restored mana to mana users deserves all the praise in the world.
Bruce's heart flutters a bit as she calls him by his nickname. He returns to his food, taking his time to eat slowly, enjoying being so close to her. Every so often he tries to steal glances at Athena as they ate. To say he had a crush on her was an understatement. He was absolutely smitten with the holy paladin. A borderline simp for her. Maybe it was because she was the only woman in the group, but she understood his weird behavior and found it funny unlike the majority of the members. He swallows his food hard before looking over at her. “You look beautiful, as always.”
She turns away from her food to look at him in his eyes. “There’s no way I look pretty right now after keeping you idiots alive. I’m surprised I’m not bald yet with how much the damage dealers stress me out. Especially Zee.” She gives a short laugh.
Bruce gives her a hearty chuckle back. “Ah, me too. But I mean it. You’re absolutely gorgeous, fighting the tyrannical lord of Revendreth’s lackeys or not.”
Was this the wrong place and wrong time to be admitting his feelings to her? Absolutely. But the ever looming threat of Sire Denathrius coming up soon made him feel braver than usual, even if his heart was threatening to pound out of his chest. If he was going to die, at least Athena would know his feelings about her. “I… Was wondering, Athena…” He trails off slightly.
She nods a bit as she takes a bite of her food. “Mmhmm?”
He lets out a soft sigh as he musters up the courage. “If we survive this… would you like to go out on a date?”
“Really? We’re about to fight the overlord of Revendreth and you’re asking me out?”
Bruce’s face flushes red in embarrassment. He didn’t anticipate this response from her. It oddly stung more than if she just flat out told him no. Her arm reached out and gently grabbed his forearm in a reassuring manner. He glanced down at the soft touch of her hand as it traces a pattern into his fur. His face turned red even more.
“I’d like that a lot, Brucey. If we survive, of course.” She gives him a small smile. Bruce returns her smile with his own, grinning from ear to ear. He couldn’t believe his crush had agreed to go out on a date with him after the raid.
The tender moment is interrupted by Brox calling out to the group. “Alright! Break time is over! Let’s go free Revendreth!” The guild roars in agreement as they stand up from their sitting positions, ready to fight Denathrius.
A small beacon of Light shines over Bruce’s head for a moment before it disappears. He turns to look at Athena, who is unholstering her hammer and shield. “My Beacon of Light for my favorite tank.” She gives him another small smile as she follows the others into the throne room of Sire Denathrius. Bruce gets up from his position and follows everyone else inside. He’s ready to take down Sire Denathrius and earn his date with Athena.
As she walks into the throne room the air is cold with malice and disdain towards the group. Her eyes meet Sire Denathrius’. He’s staring at her specifically, tracking her every movement within the throne room. A smug smirk crosses his face, which makes her very uncomfortable. Why was he staring just at her?
Her eyes cut away from Denathrius as Brox calls out. “Everyone ready?” The guild cries out in a unanimous yes. “Let’s do this shit! Pull in 10…”

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Sire Denathrius ~
Denathrius sat in his throne room as his sword, Remornia, hovered behind him. He could feel the quake of his Stone Legion Generals collapsing to their death just outside his throne room. The Maw Walkers storming his castle to usurp him slightly amused the vampire lord. He knew they weren’t going to make it past him at all. I ought to thank them. He thinks to himself. For removing the weakness from my upper ranks.
His eyes turn from the center of the room to the doors of his throne room. A small group of the Maw Walkers had opened them after they defeated General Kaal and General Grashaal. The generals’ massive bodies could be seen behind the smaller frames of the Maw Walkers. Even the biggest Maw Walker was dwarfed by his fallen generals’ size as the Tauren picked up the loot from their bodies.
Remornia, his sentient blade, began floating from behind him towards the group of Maw Walkers who were resurrecting their fallen allies. Denathrius sticks out his hand to prevent it from getting closer. “Patience, Remornia.” He purrs out to the blade, happy that the damned Maw Walkers are casually waltzing into his throne room.
It lets out a long, overexaggerated whine. “But Master, pleeease! I crave to feel their flesh slicing underneath me!”
“Soon. For now, remain still.”
Denathrius shifts in his throne a bit, keeping an eye on the Maw Walkers as Remornia floats back behind him pouting. The looting Tauren from earlier sets out some food for the group so they could restore their strength from a brutal battle with his generals. They don’t seem to be in a hurry to fight him any time soon, which makes a huge smile cross his face. He was going to enjoy killing them off one-by-one with Remornia and making them suffer.
What catches his attention most out of the group of Maw Walkers as he observes them is a golden-plated paladin. He carefully watched as she took her seat in front of the feast as a Pandaren sat next to her. The light flowed through her, that he could sense just like the other paladin within their little group. However, her faith and dedication to the Light seemed different to him. More powerful, more potent. Like she was brimming to the edge with raw energy of the Light. Maybe he could use this power he sensed in her to his advantage to help feed his ambition.
He turns to his blade to address it. “Remornia.”
The blade, though an inanimate sentient object, seems to perk up a bit when he addresses it. “What is it, Master? Shall I paint the throne room red with their blood? Oh, do I want to do that! Please, please, please!” It whines again, desperate for carnage.
“Soon, Remornia. I want to ask you a favor first about the Maw Walkers.”
“Oh, do not worry about them Master! I will slice and dice and slice and dice until they are nothing but viscera for the servants to clean up!” Remornia laughs in a manical manner as it is shaking violently with anticipation.
“I trust you’ll do that, Remornia. However, I need you to not touch a single hair on that paladin over there.” He takes a moment to point out her to the sentient blade. “She is brimming with the raw power of the Light. We could use her within the castle more than buried in a mass grave out back.”
Remornia lets out another high-pitched whine. “But Master-”
Denathrius anger bubbles as his blade whines like a brat. “I am your Master, lest you forget that. Do not hurt that paladin in any way, shape, or form or else I will strip you of your sentience and find a new blade.”
It sinks back a bit from Denathrius, understanding that his words were simultaneously a threat and a promise. Denathrius’ eyes turn back to the paladin as she eats and laughs with the Pandaren male. Soon… He thought to himself. Soon I’ll have that untapped power to myself. I’ll become more powerful than ever keeping her by my side like a good little pet.
His hooved feet click against the stone ground of his throne room as he stands up from his throne. He makes his way to the middle of the room, ready for the fight that was about to break out. The leader of the little raid of Maw Walkers calls out that their break is up. Members of the raid hoot and holler as they stand up from the feast, slowly filing into the throne room. Some of them shoot Denathrius glares, which amuses the Sire a bit. Others look scared like little mice, while others are ready to fight the tyrannical Sire Denathrius. He’s not interested in the others though. He keeps his eyes trained on her as she walks in with her little Pandaren friend. Her eyes meet with his as she looks uneasy, noticing that he’s staring at her. A sinister grin crosses his face. If only she knew what was about to be in store for her after the pathetic attempt at a raid is done.
She shrinks back a bit behind the Pandaren as she holds her shield and hammer in place. A cute attempt to defend herself. Denathrius thinks as the group of Maw Walkers line the wall of his throne room doing last minute preparations for the fight.
The leader begins a countdown from ten. Denathrius’ gaze never falters from the paladin until the countdown reaches one. A crash of the Pandaren brewmaster’s keg splashes at his feet, signaling the fight between him and the Maw Walkers has begun.
“Your pride will be your downfall!”

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The tense energy in the air between the raid group and Sire Denathrius comes to a peak when the countdown from Brox’s mouth reaches one. Golden wings sprout from Athena’s back in Avenging Wrath as Bruce’s keg splashes down onto Denathrius’ hooved feet. She takes a moment to charge at him, throwing a golden hammer made of the Light in a cast of Judgement. Her guildmates are bathed in the light of her healing as they fight Denathrius.
She looks up at the tall vampire lord as they guild fights. Another sinister smile crosses his face as he catches her eye. Why did he keep looking at her like that? She backpedals a bit away from him, distracted by his smile. Holy paladins had to stand within melee range to get the most effectiveness out of their healing which she had done for all of the previous fights. But there was something about Denathrius that made her want to stay further away. Her golden book of the Light flips its pages as she runs her hand over it, casting Holy Light on an injured ally.
“Confess your sins, lest they consume you!” Red anima shoots out of Denathrius’ hands in a cone towards her and her allies. When it hits her she feels oddly lighter, like she had a heavy backpack full of stones taken off her back. A ghastly image of herself appears and stands next to her, looking like it’s wailing in pain. Everyone else who got hit by the ability also has a ghastly image of themselves in pain next to them.
“Damage dealers! Take care of the ghosts!” Brox calls out as his druidic healing magic flows out of his hands, trying to keep his teammates alive. She turns and throws another golden hammer of Judgement towards her own personal ghost. A few Crusader Strikes later, on top of damage from the damage dealers, the ghost disappears.
She turns her attention back to Denathrius as anima quickly forms around all of the raiders' necks, flinging them into the air. All of them begin to choke and claw at the anima that swarms them. “Your hubris amassed a debt you cannot pay!” Denathrius purrs out to the group in a haughty manner. His eyes meet hers again as she’s choked out by the anima. There’s a flicker of lust behind them. She grimaces slightly at the realization that Denathrius must have been slightly aroused by seeing her in this position, getting choked out by the anima. Gross. I really need to stand in the ranged then. She thinks to herself before her and her allies are violently thrown back when the choking anima releases.
The fight continues for a moment before Denathrius calls out to the floating blade in the middle of the room that has been shaking with anticipation the entire time. “Remornia! Exterminate this vermin.”
“Oh, I will splatter them across your walls!” The blade calls out as it preps to swipe widely across a third of the room.
“Run!” Calls out Brox as his eyes are wide in fear. Athena quickly summons her temporary Divine Steed to run out of the way. As Remornia slashes out she catches a single person of the raid; a demon hunter. A large, gaping slice runs across his chest as his green felblood gushes out violently. Immediately the demon hunter falls to his knees in a gargling, choking sound as the green fel energy in his eyes fade away.
She turns quickly back to the raid. In a state of panic during her healing she calls out to the group. “Zee is down!”
“Dammit! Continue fighting!” Brox grits his teeth as the air around him sparkles underneath his cast of Tranquility.
Fighting Denathrius continues at a grueling pace for the guild. Usually the enemies they fought would have shown evidence of wavering by now, but Denathrius remains the same as he was when they first started fighting. Everyone in the guild is feeling the fatigue of the long fight. Healers are almost out of mana, herself included. Morale is starting to tank but they continue to power through it, trying their best to rid Revendreth of their tyrannical overlord.
Remornia sees an opportunity to cause more carnage as the group becomes weak. It rears back and spears directly into the gut of the guild’s co-raid lead, temporarily skewering him into the wall. The Tauren’s head lulls to the side as the life immediately saps away from him. Remornia removes itself from the wall and the Tauren’s stomach causing the Tauren to slump down to the ground in death.
“Down a healer!” Calls out a shaman who watched the co-raid lead die.
“Fuck me! Continue the fight! Do not pull any punches!” Brox grits his teeth once again as determination burns in his eyes.
A few more minutes pass. The raid group slowly begins to falter with a raid member slowly dying one by one. Attacks by both Sire Denathrius and Remornia are relentless like they just started the fight.
First it was her fellow paladin friend Poly who was killed by a slash across the throat by Remornia. Then a few others die in the anima choking by Sire Denathrius. What really killed the team's morale was when Brox died as Remornia slashed off all four of his limbs in an act of pure sadism.
One-by-one Remornia and Sire Denathrius plucked the lives of all the other raid members until it was just Athena, Bruce, and the other tank, a warrior, alive. Denathrius caught them in another anima choke, this one more brutal than the previous ones he did. She dropped both her hammer and her shield which caused the shield to bounce and roll away a bit. He steps up to the warrior tank with a sneer on his face. “Pathetic. All of you Maw Walkers.” With a snap of his finger the anima snaps the neck of the warrior with a sickening crack. She gags a bit at the noise.
Denathrius then turns his attention to Bruce. His hooved feet tread heavy on the stone tile of the throne room as he gets face-to-face with him. “You, Pandaren. Tell me something. You love her, don’t you? And do not lie to me.”
Bruce’s eyes flicker over to her for a moment before returning to Denathrius. He squeaks out. “Yes, I do.”
Denathrius’ mouth turns up into a sadistic smile as he gently strokes Bruce’s face with the back of his finger. “Tell her, Pandaren, how much you love her.”
Bruce’s face turns a bit red as he feels the choke releasing him slightly, allowing him to speak more. He lets in a small gasp before he starts. “It’s the way she smiles at me… The way she laughs, the way she cries. She makes me feel like I’m not like the rest or any other guy. She’s there like my partner in crime…” He trails off a bit as his eyes meet hers. Slow tears are streaming down his face. “Athena, I love you more than words can describe…”
A hearty sinister laugh echoes off the halls from Denathrius’ mouth. “Absolutely pathetic. Unfortunately for you, Pandaren, you won’t ever get to see her again.” He retracts his hand from Bruce’s face as he snaps his finger. Like earlier with the warrior Bruce’s neck gruesomely twists in a loud crack. The anima releases his neck as his body hits the ground with a hard thud.
“Bruce…” She whispers out in a hoarse voice as the anima continues to choke her. Her own tears start streaming down her face.
Pleased with himself and the carnage Denathrius makes his way back to his throne. He sits down and leans back into it, crossing his leg over the other. Remornia, satisfied with the carnage as well, calms down as she settles right behind the throne. With a wave of his hand Denathrius dismisses the anima around Athena’s throat.
Athena collapses to the ground gasping for air. She looks over at Bruce’s dead body. A pain in her heart causes more tears to fall out of her face. Bruce loved her so much yet she was so blind to it. Now he was dead and she couldn’t save him. She lets out a strangled cry as she mourns the man she could have loved.
Denathrius watches amused for a moment as he revels in the pain he has caused. Her crying and sniveling doesn’t let up. Eventually he gets frustrated with her. “Enough!” His voice reverberates across the walls of the room. She stops crying for a split second to look up at Denathrius.
“Crawl to me upon your knees.” He demands as he sits on his throne. “And I will not hesitate to kill you like your allies if you do not listen to me.”
She sniffles a bit as she stares at him, trying to collect her emotions. “Now.” Denathrius demands as his patience wears thin.
She positions herself from her sitting position to on her hands and knees. Slowly she crawls towards Sire Denathrius in an act of submission to the vampire lord who killed all of her friends. A pleased smile crosses his face as she submits. Perfect. She knows her place already and I didn’t have to break her.
As she crawls towards the throne she crosses by her shield. An idea comes into mind. She stops crawling and grabs the shield, pulling it close to her. Denathrius’ smile drops off his face as he notices her messing with her shield. “What are you doing, little mouse? I said crawl .” He growls as he sits up in his throne uncrossing his legs.
“Light, grant me the courage to escape this. Grant me the wisdom to know exactly what to do…” She begins a prayer to the Light as she holds the shield. She rummages in the pockets in her pants below her armor as she does.
Cute. She’s praying for protection from her Light. Too bad that and her shield won’t save her. Denathrius thinks to himself as he watches her intently. He leans back into his chair, enjoying the display of faith.
After a few moments of rummaging in her pockets she pulls out a Hearthstone. Denathrius, recognizing the hearthstone as a way to teleport mortals back to a homebase, shoots up out of his throne. “Do NOT do what I think you’re about to do, mouse!” His voice is gravely as he yells. The hooves hit hard against the floor of the throne room as he makes his way to her. As he reaches down to pick her up his hand bounces off a round shield made of pure Light. “What is this!?” He roars in anger as he continues to reach down to try to grab her.
She looks up at him in defiance as her hand holds the Hearthstone as it begins its cast. A smile and some laughs escape her as she realizes she’s escaping him. Grabbing for her shield and casting Divine Shield with her hearthstone was a good idea. A fantastic one. Arguably the best idea she has ever had in her life. She was never one for the classic paladin trick of Divine Shield and Hearthstone, but this was an emergency.
Denathrius begins everything he can to break the shield. Throwing and casting anima, punching it, even recruiting Remornia to attack it. Nothing works. Eventually she pops out of his throne room in the teleport from the Hearthstone. He lets out a frustrated roar that echoes throughout the halls of Castle Nathria.
“Send out the stone legion army! Every last one of them! Do not let her escape Revendreth!”

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The metallic smell of heavy blood in the Castle Nathria throne room is replaced by a soothing smell of a fireplace smoke as Athena is teleported back to the rebel safehouse in Revendreth. Her eyes dart around the room, taking in the familiar sight knowing her safety was only temporary. Denathrius would send his army to come find her. She needed to get out of Revendreth and back to Oribos now. The Divine Shield dissipates around her as she stands up. A rebel notices her arrival and strolls her way over to her. “My dear, why are you back by yourself? Where are your friends?” The woman softly asks.

Athena’s armor is bathed in the blood of her fallen allies. Several dents are in the armor and paint has been scratched off. The woman takes a step back, realizing the situation was more serious than she thought. Athena’s weary and sunken eyes look over at the rebel vampire. “Lady Alumit, the fight against Sire Denathrius is a loss. I am the only surviving member. I need a hammer to go with my shield, now.”

Lady Alumit stands still in surprise, her mouth hanging open slightly. “You poor dear. Please, sit down let me help take care of you-”

Athena juts in, cutting her words off. “No. I cannot afford to rest currently. I need a hammer, Lady Alumit, now. Denathrius is chasing me and I need to get to Oribos as soon as possible.”

Lady Alumit takes a good look at Athena’s state of dishevelment. It’s obvious the fight was rough, both physically and mentally, for her. “Are you sure you don’t want to rest-”

Gritting her teeth Athena growls out a few words. “Hammer. Now.”

Realizing that Athena was not going to budge on her position on needing a hammer Lady Alumit concedes to her. She gives Athena a small bow. “Let me go check in our weapons reserve.” She ducks out of the room and heads off.

Athena looks down at her filthy armor. She lets out a soft sight, knowing that the cleaning and repair bills were going to be hefty. Maybe she was better off just tossing the golden armor away. If it remained in her life it’d be a reminder of everything she lost raiding Castle Nathria. It would especially remind her of her failure to protect Bruce. A small tear slides down her face as she thinks about him.

Lost in her thoughts about Bruce, Lady Alumit comes back quickly with a hammer for Athena. It’s not the fancy one she’s used to, but it would work to escape Revendreth. “Thank you, Lady Alumit. May the Light bless you forever for aiding me.” She plants a soft, friendly kiss on the vampire's face as she takes the hammer and holsters it on her belt.

“Be careful out there, Athena. Sire Denathrius, if he is indeed searching for you, is no laughing matter.” The vampire sighs out, concerned heavily for the safety of the paladin. “Do you need assistance to get to the flight master?”

Athena sighs as well and shakes her head no. “I cannot risk the safety of the rebels to help aid me. I must do this alone.”

Lady Alumit somberly nods at Athena’s words. “As you wish, my friend. May your Light guide you out of Revendreth forever. And remember you always have friends within the rebels as long as we stand.”

Athena gives Lady Alumit a huge hug before heading out of the safehouse. When her greaves hit the cobblestone street she calls upon the Light to summon her Highlord’s Valorous Charger, a more permanent solution to her Divine Steed. The horse whinnies as it appears in a flash of golden sparkles of the Light. She quickly mounts up and snaps the reins of the horse as it takes off into a gallop.

Adventuring in Revendreth for a few weeks allowed her to learn and memorize where every flight master within the territory was at. Luckily there was one about a five minute ride away from the rebel safehouse. The horse grunts as its hooves smack against the cobblestone streets. She doesn’t dare look behind her to see if his army is coming as she makes her way down the streets. She needed to focus solely on escaping as fast as she could.

She takes a sharp right into a small town. The flight master and all of its mounts were on the outskirts of town. As the Charger slows down she hops off of it and dismisses it with a flash of golden sparkles. The flight master, hearing the hoofbeats of the horse, turns around to her. He opens his mouth to greet her but she cuts him off. “Flight master, I need your fastest mount to Oribos. Now.” She huffs out as she rummages through her coin pouch.

The flight master nods a bit as he makes his way to his fastest bat. He begins to prep the bat for the ride. “Of course. Why the hurry though, ma’am?”

She grumbles a bit and slaps a few gold coins into the flight master’s hand. “No time to explain.”

He looks down at the coin in his hand, amused that she had overpaid him. He quickly stuffs the coins into his pocket. “No problem. The fastest bat for the bloodied paladin in a hurry.” He flashes her a quick smile as he brings the bat out from its nest. “Fair warning, though this one is very fast it is also very skittish.”

She takes the reins from the flight master's hands. “As long as I get to Oribos I do not care.” She grumbles a bit as she mounts up onto the bat's back.

The flight master gives her one last smile. “Good luck out there, ma’am. With whatever you’re clearly running away from.”

She rolls her eyes. If only he knew half of the story. The bat chirps a bit as it takes off into the air.

Damn, he wasn’t wrong. This bat is fast.

She thinks to herself as it quickly ascends further upward into the dark Revendreth sky. “Okay my friend, to Oribos.” She whispers as she gently strokes the soft fur of the bat. It screeches in acknowledgement as it heads towards the blue blip of Oribos further in the sky.

Athena lets out a few small laughs of relief as a smile crosses her face. Slow, heavy tears stream down as the bat's wings flap underneath the air of the Revendreth. The happy moment of relief turns back to fear and anger as a voice calls out from the air behind her. “There she is! Capture her for the Master! Make sure she is alive!”

Her head snaps back to the voice. Her eyes widen with fear as she realizes just how many of the stone legion army is out after her. It’s like Denathrius had sent out the entirety of his army, at least what’s left of it after the raid on Castle Nathria. She turns back to gently assure the bat, who was now making skittish chirps as the beat of the army's wings drew closer. “Faster, my friend. You are doing good.” The bat chirps in an unsure manner as its wings flap faster.

“You will not escape Revendreth so easily, mortal!” The same voice of the army grunt growls out as the stone wings beat ever closer. She grits her teeth a bit as she unholsters her shield and hammer, ready to fight with what little strength she has. The bat notices her unholstering her weapons and it gives another uneasy screech of disapproval.

A few members of the army close in on her and the bat. She throws a few casts of Judgement and Holy Shock, trying to deter her attackers. Handful of them fly away injured, allowing fresh stone legion members to get closer. She grits her teeth a bit, determined to escape Revendreth. The fight makes the bat screech out in fear again as it tries to buck her off. “No, no! You’re alright, you’re alright!” She tries to soothe the bat again as it emits more screeches of fear.

Eventually, between the bat bucking her and trying to fight the army off, she loses her balance and falls off the bat. As she falls she sees the empty void between Revendreth and Oribos. Her eyes widen as she realizes she’s going to be falling to her death forever in the void between the two areas. “Light preserve me…” She whispers to herself as she continues to fall further down. Falling forever and succumbing to starvation and dehydration would be a better outcome than becoming whatever Denathrius had in store for her. With a deep inhale of bravery she positions herself into a head-first dive position and closes her eyes, ready to accept her fate of being lost to the void.

A heavy clash of stone-to-armor catches her off guard with a grunt as the wind is knocked out of her. She sucks in air as the beating of heavy stone wings brings her up away from her demise into the void. “The Master will not let you go this easily.” The stoneborn growls as it turns her rightside up in its arms.

As the stoneborn turns her around she throws wild punches and kicks to the best of her ability while she’s still sucking in air. She lost her shield and hammer during the fall, so she has resorted to fighting like a wild animal to get away. Each punch and kick against the stone flesh of the stoneborn hurts more and more. “Stop it.” The stoneborn growls fiercely as he wraps his arms around her arms and torso. “The Master does not want you broken by the time you get back to him.”

She squirms a bit underneath his grip, which in return tightens around her. A cry of pain escapes her as the stone presses further into her armor. The stoneborn chuckles a bit as more of the army surround him. “Escaping is futile, mortal. You’re under possession of the Master now.”

His grip on her prevents her from struggling underneath him. It’s too painful for her to try and fight back now. She pants a bit, still winded from the tackle earlier, as the stoneborn flies off with other members of the army following behind him.

It takes about ten minutes for them to return back to Castle Nathria. The stoneborn land in front of the heavy wooden doors of the throne room. The few who followed the one who was carrying her opens the door for him. He proudly marches in with her, his grip still holding on tight as a smile crosses his face.

As he marches in she can see the servants of Castle Nathria cleaning up the throne room. All of the bodies of her allies are gone, more than likely to a shallow grave somewhere outside of the Castle. Or maybe as food for the stonebears down within the kennels in the basement. They dutifully clean the blood and viscera off of every surface, making sure the throne room is presentable and clean in the future for Sire Denathrius.

The stoneborn stops about ten feet away from Denathrius’ throne. He looks up proud at his master as he shifts her in his grip a bit. “My Master, I present to you the mortal that has escaped. We found her leaving for Oribos on a bat.”

Denathrius grins a pleased smile down at the stoneborn. “Ah, so you finally caught her.” His voice is laced with a mixture of satisfaction and amusement. “Good job, my ever faithful. I will see you rewarded handsomely for your duty to me.”

He sits up out of the throne as he slowly makes his way towards her as she struggles against the stoneborns grasp again.

Denathrius lets out a small chuckle as he cups the side of her face with his large hand. His voice is an amused purr as he talks to her. “As for you, little mouse, you should know better than to run away like that from me. I think some punishment is in order.”

His thumb gently traces against her bottom lip in a seductive manner. Her eyes meet his as he looks down at her with unbridled lust.

Light, protect me from whatever Sire Denathrius is about to do…

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An overwhelming urge to bite Denathrius’ thumb crosses heavy into Athena’s mind as it idly traces her bottom lip. She stares heavily into his face, knowing full well that if she did do that there would be more hell to pay than what was currently coming her way for escaping. His eyes no longer meet hers, but are instead looking at her lips as he toys with it with his thumb. Denathrius licks his own lips as the corners turn upward in a lustful smile. “Absolutely beautiful…” He murmurs to himself.

A guttural growl of anger comes out of her mouth as she turns away from his touch. Denathrius chuckles softly at her weak attempt at defiance. “I still see you’re feisty, little mouse.” He grabs onto her chin, his entire hand almost wrapping around her jaw, as he forces her to look at him.

“Why did you spare me during my guilds fight with you?” She grits out in another growl as her face shows her displeasure for Denathrius touching her. The stoneborn holding onto her adjusts his grip as she starts struggling against him.

Denathrius pauses for a moment, looking directly into her eyes as he holds her chin. The gaze was like a predator sizing up its prey. “Spare you?” A devious grin stretches across his face. “I simply did not kill you outright. You see, I have… other plans for you.”

He senses the raw energy of the Light cropping up inside her as he taunts her. “Other plans?” She huffs out as she tries to pull away from Denathrius’ touch.

His grip on her jaw tightens to keep her in place as he nods. “Yes, little mouse, other plans. The Light inside you is quite… interesting. It’s pure. Raw. Unlike anything I’ve seen before with the dozens of mortal paladins I’ve interacted with before the rebels convinced you all to join their side. I think it would be quite useful to me.”

She stops struggling as she looks up at Denathrius. “I don’t understand.”

Denathrius leans into her ear with a grin on his face. His voice drops to a low and menacing tone. “You will in time, mouse. But for now, I’ll simply say that you’re going to be

very

useful to me. And I won’t let you escape again, no matter how hard you try.”

Another growl of frustration escapes from her as she starts struggling against the stoneborn and his grip again. He can feel the Light radiating off her skin, like small crackles of static electricity. “Such tenacity within you. Your guild destroyed, your potential lover dead, and captured by the Master of Revendreth with a punishment yet to be given to you by him. And yet you still put up a fight.” He teases her, trying to elicit the raw Light out of her. The Light seems to respond with strong emotions.

Her eyes meet his again. He’s slightly taken aback as they have changed into a solid golden color from her hazel pupils. Her voice reverberates slightly with the power of the Light as she talks. “Let go of me.”

Seeing the color change of her eyes means Denathrius is getting the display of the raw Light within her that he wants he continues to attempt to rile her. “Oh? And what will you do if I don’t listen, paladin?” He purrs with amusement.

Instead of a growl in frustration she yells out loud. Her struggle has increased against the stoneborn tenfold. He’s having slight trouble keeping her in place. Denathrius lets out a soft chuckle. “Oh, how the mighty have fallen. The once-powerful holy paladin, now nothing more than a captive in my grasp.”

The Light, once tiny static shocks against his skin, has turned into a burning hot sensation. Almost like her blood was molten lava. He’s clearly enjoying the display of her frustration and anger at him and his words. His voice goes up slightly in pitch as he mocks her again. “Oh, don’t tire yourself out too much, little mouse.” He gives her another sinister smile. “You’ll need your strength for what’s to come.”

With one elongated, extremely angry and frustrated yell the Light beneath her skin becomes unbearable to touch. Denathrius quickly retracts his hand and takes a few steps back away from her. The smile on his face continues as he’s pleased with knowing he has driven her over the edge. The stoneborn that is holding her begins to crack slightly in his arms. Golden light emits out from the cracks as more slowly begin to show on his stone skin. The stoneborn lets out an anguished cry as the Light causes him to break apart. It was slow at first but then the crumbling speeds up as bits and pieces of him hit the stone floor of the throne room. All that was left of the stoneborn is a pile of slightly smoldering chunks of stone.

She collapses to the ground, breathing heavily after the accidental display of power. She wipes her nose, smearing blood across her face from the nosebleed she was having. Denathrius takes a few steps in front of her before kneeling down, getting to her eye level. “And that, little mouse, is exactly why I didn’t kill you.” His hand reaches forward to swipe some of the blood off of her face. He brings back his fingers to his mouth, savoring the taste of her blood. “Delicious…” He murmurs as he stands back up.

Denathrius signals for another stoneborn to take the place of the other one that was now a pile of rubble on the ground of his throne room. He eagerly scoops her up, knowing full well she didn’t have the energy to fight back against him.

“Take her away to my chambers.” Denathrius directs the stoneborn as he waved his hand dismissively. “I must oversee that my servants are cleaning everything right here in my throne room before I give her her punishment for disobeying me.”

“As you wish, Master.” The stoneborn bows a bit to Denathrius before turning to head out of the throne room. Her eyes were glazed over with exhaustion as the stoneborn carried her through the halls of Nathria. Time blurs for a moment as the stoneborn opens up to a lavish and ornate room colored crimson red with dark wooden furniture. He gently lays her on the bed as he turns out of the room. The door clicks shut and then clicks again with a lock. The exhaustion takes over as she falls asleep against the silken sheets.

An unknown amount of time passes for her as she snaps awake to the sound of heavy footsteps against the wooden floor of the room. “Ah, the mouse finally stirs from its slumber.” Denathrius purrs out with a grin as he approaches the bed.

In a state of panic, knowing she’s completely at the mercy of Denathrius now, she begins to utter a prayer to the Light. Denathrius stands right next to her at the side of the bed. He chuckles slightly, amused at her dedication to the Light still. “Praying again to the Light? How futile.” His hand reaches out to cover her mouth, stifling the prayers. “Enough of that. Your prayers are useless here. The Light cannot save you now.”

Her eyes look up to him as his hand covers her mouth. Again his eyes are filled with lust and something new she can’t put her finger on.

What she can’t point out is his overwhelming desire to break her. To see her fall, to see her faith shattered and her spirit broken. He wants to bring her to her knees, to make her his.

He leans in close to her face as his hand continues to press into her mouth. “I think it’s time for your punishment, my mouse. I’m going to tear down your faith in the Light and remake you in my image. And when I’m done you’ll be begging for my touch, my approval, my power.” His voice is laced with malice as he finishes talking with a grin again.

Light, please don’t abandon your holy paladin when she needs you the most.

She prays in her thoughts, worried about what Denathrius is about to do.

Denathrius removes his hand from her mouth as he begins to remove her ruined armor. She tries to fight back against him, but the exhaustion makes it difficult. The nap was of no help to how tired she felt. His large hands trace the softness of her body with each piece of armor that falls to the floor. Eventually she is left in nothing but her underwear in front of him. He takes a step back a moment, admiring the view. “Look at you…” He purrs again. “So exposed and vulnerable.”

His hand dwarfs her wrists as he grabs them to keep her in place. She struggles slightly against them as he does. “Stop struggling, mouse. This is your punishment for leaving me.” He growls as his grip tightens a bit. He takes a moment to sit next to her on the bed. His face leans forward to her neck. He leaves a hot trail of kisses before he bites down deep, determined to leave a mark. She lets out a loud yelp of surprise and pain as he does.

His jaw lets go of the bite as he sees the mark begin to bleed slightly. His tongue traces over the bite, lapping up each bead of blood that falls out. She grimaces and whimpers a bit. He smiles against her skin. “That was a beautiful sound you made there. I can’t wait to hear more…” He breathes out as he moves to a different spot on her collarbone. He bites down again, determined to mark his property. “

Mine

. And I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”

Denathrius continues to mark her body, leaving a trail of bruises around her neck, collarbone, and chest. He makes sure to be rough with each one to make each mark as visible as possible. He wants her to see the evidence of his possession after he was done with her.

He leans back to admire his work with a satisfied smirk on his face as he sees the bruises forming on her skin. Denathrius, feeling pleased with his work, begins to remove her bra and panties with his single hand. She tries to fight back again as he pins them above her head on the headboard of the bed. “Enough fighting. You will take this punishment and you will like it.”

As he removes the underwear he lets out a low growl of approval as his free hand roams over her curves. “So beautiful, so mine…” He takes a moment to fumble with the waistband of his pants. He pulls them down, revealing a very erect cock that twitches in anticipation and pure lust. He lets out a short chuckle of malice as she stares at it with wide eyes. “You see that, little mouse? That’s all for you.”

He moves himself in between her legs as he forces them open. He can feel her trying to resist but he easily overpowers her with his strength. “Ah, ah. Be a good mouse and keep them open for me.” He teases, his tone playful from the usual malice that has been coming from him. She can feel the tip of his cock, slick with precum, teasing her entrance. “Prepare yourself for your punishment.” He growls a bit.

A loud cry escapes from her mouth as he forces himself inside of her. He lets out chuckles laced with growls as he buries himself deeper inside of her. “That’s it… Be a good mouse…”

He lets go of her wrists as he grabs her hips roughly as his nails dig into her skin. He begins to pound into her with a brutal force immediately, his movements hard and unyielding. He’s determined to make her his, to claim her body and soul as his own. Hot tears begin to stream down her face as she’s in pain from the roughness. Denathrius notices the tears as he leans forward to lick a few off her face. He gives her a sadistic grin as he continues to thrust hard and fast. “Good mouse… good little mouse…” He pants into her ear.

With each frenzied thrust Athena lets out a mixture of soft whimpers, gasps, and moans. Each noise that comes out of her mouth drives Denathrius even more crazy with lust. He whispers in her ear again. “That’s it, mouse. You’re mine now. Every moan, every gasp, every shiver is mine.”

Denathrius continues to show her no mercy as he continues to take her, his thrusts becoming even more brutal and possessive. He wants to make sure that she understands the depth of his ownership over her, that she feels every ounce of his dominance. He takes notice that she is trembling underneath him with every thrust he gives her. “Are you feeling overwhelmed? Overwhelmed by the pleasure of your punishment?” He growls into her ear with a smile on his face. He laughs slightly as she simply responds with a loud whimper instead of words. “You’re being such a good mouse, letting me take you like this for your punishment.”

As he continues his relentless pounding he can tell that Athena is nearing her limit. Her body quivers with each thrust and her moans get more and more desperate. She begins to tighten around him, and it only spurs him on further. “That’s it.” He purrs out to her. “Let go. Give in to me.” He grits his teeth as his own control begins to slip as he feels himself getting close to his release.

She lets out a loud scream as she comes undone around him. Her body quivers in an orgasm she didn’t want. Denathrius lets out a groan himself, the sound of the scream pushing him over the edge. He buries deep inside her, his own release hitting him hard as he spills into her. He collapses on top of her as he licks the tears off her face again, savoring the taste. He plants a few sensual and soft kisses across her neck as she whimpers softly again. “You took me so well, mouse…” He pants softly as he comes down from the exertion of his orgasm.

He pulls out from her and lays next to her in the bed. His arm pulls her close into a forced after-sex cuddle. His senses tell him something is up with the raw Light within her as he pulls her close. The once strong and powerful energy now felt weak and almost… submissive to him.

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As Denathrius holds onto her tightly Athena trembles. Being violated by Sire Denathrius was

not

how she planned things would end up. She should be holding his severed head, parading it around with her guildmates at the defeat of the tyrannical overlord of Revendreth. She should be kissing Bruce and preparing for her date with him, not… laying next to the man who laid claim to her and marked her as his own without a single thought about how she felt. She felt empty now. Hollow. Like something inside her had died, or worse.

Denathrius runs his fingers through her hair as he holds her closer to his body in a cuddle, his touch gentle compared to how he was acting earlier. “Little mouse…” He coos softly.

She doesn’t respond or acknowledge him. Her eyes stare blankly forward at the wall as she remains still.

“Answer me, mouse.” He says more sternly, upset she didn’t acknowledge him the first time.

Athena snaps out of her dissociative state. Her face crinkles a bit in annoyance and disgust. “What, Denathrius?”

His face shifts a bit in anger, disliking the way she talked to him. His fingers leave her hair as his hand wraps around her neck. He applies no pressure but instead forces her neck back to look at him. He tilts his head down to talk to her. “I do not appreciate your tone. That is not how you speak to your master.” He rasps out in anger. “And I am not ‘Denathrius’ to you, or to anyone. You will address me as either ‘Master’ or ‘Sire’. Understood?” His voice leaves no room for argument.

She looks up at him with her eyes wide in fear. She nods slightly, knowing full well he could kill her now like her guildmates if he wanted to. “Y-yes, Master.” She stutters out.

Denathrius lets out a small hum of approval as he lets go of her neck. “Good girl. Now, I wanted to bring something to your attention; the Light inside of you.”

Athena pauses for a moment, contemplating why he would want to bring her attention to the Light inside her. She loved the Light and the Light loved her. It would never leave her, she was too dedicated to it. But the more she thought about it the more she felt odd. The Light within her hadn’t felt right within her since she started losing her allies in the fight with Sire Denathrius. She shook her head a bit, trying to get rid of the thought of the Light leaving her. She was definitely just being paranoid. “The Light loves me and will never leave me.”

Denathrius lets out a short chuckle, his chest rumbles against the back of her head. “Ah, ah, ah. That’s where you’re wrong. Your Light is fading within you, leaving you…” His clawed finger traces idle patterns into her bare chest as he speaks. “And it’s submitting to me.”

She squirms and shifts in his grasp, trying to get away from his forced cuddling. “That’s a damned lie and you know it.” She hisses a bit.

“Stop. Moving.” He growls as his grip finds her neck again, this time applying a small bit of pressure to remind her he is the dominant one in the situation. Athena freezes as the pressure from his large hand makes it more difficult to breathe than usual.

He begins to continue talking to her like nothing had happened. “Anyways, mouse, your Light is choosing to obey me now. You may be in control of it but it listens to me.” The pressure on her neck never falters. She swallows hard, trying her best not to start crying again in front of him. “It’s recognizing my dominance over you, and it’s submitting to my will.”

Her eyes close a bit as she begins to utter another prayer. A smirk plays on Denathrius’ lips as he lets go of her neck, allowing her to continue the prayer for as long as she wants now. He knows it won’t hear her or listen to her. Might as well entertain her delusions until she realizes her place. He could feel the power of her words and the desperation in her voice as she prays

A few minutes pass and she finishes the prayer. She opens her eyes, expecting to feel something, anything, from the Light. Yet she feels nothing but the warmth of Denathrius’ naked body pressed against hers in a cuddle. She feels no love, no acknowledgement, absolutely nothing from her prayer to the Light.

Denathrius leans forward to place a few kisses on the marks he left on her body with a grin on his face. “See? The Light acknowledges me as its master now. You’re mine, body and soul. The Light within you will obey my every command from now on.”

His hand traces the contour of her body as she lays on her side. His face nuzzles into the crook of her neck near the bite wound he left on her earlier. “You are merely my pet now. You exist to serve me and do everything I command.”

A small growl of frustration escapes Athena’s lips as she remains in the arms of Sire Denathrius on his bed in his chamber. Denathrius can feel a small crackle of Light on her body that immediately fizzles out. He chuckles at her growl, his eyes gleaming with amusement. His voice turns condescending. “Oh, don’t fight it, pet. The Light obeys me no matter how much you struggle against it.”

His arms pull her in deep to his body as he curls his massive frame around her. Though she was a bit bulky for being a paladin her muscles and size was nothing compared to him. She was completely dwarfed in the bed.

Thank the gods I’m not a gnome…

She thinks quickly, trying to salvage some humor in this shitty situation. It becomes obvious to her that he is extremely possessive now of her. She shakes her head mentally. Obviously the Master of Revendreth was going to be possessive of his newest toy and font of power. He talks into the crook of her neck again. “You belong to me now, and there’s nothing you can do to change that. Accept it. Submit to your new master.”

She hesitates for a moment as he continues to nuzzle into her neck and shoulder. The last thing she wanted to do was submit to Sire Denathrius’ will. Death would be kinder to her right now. The guiding spirits in the afterlife wouldn’t be this condescending and aloof with her. And she would be able to see her guildmates again. See Bruce again and begin their relationship in the afterlife.

Denathrius pulls away from her skin a bit. He can see the uncertainty in her expression, the fear and confusion in her eyes. His hand leaves her waist for a moment to brush some of her brunette hair out of her face. His touch is still surprisingly gentle again, for now at least. “You’re thinking too much, mouse. You’re trying to fight against what’s inevitable. Just give in to me. Let go of your fear and your resistance. Embrace your new role as my obedient pet.” He purrs a bit, hoping his words laced with a false sweetness will make her finally give up. She was already broken as is after what he did to her, she just needed a little more pushing to fall off the edge.

He can feel her shifting slightly in his grip. It’s obvious the cogwheels in her mind are moving, her thoughts run a million miles a minute. He’s content to sit there and let her debate what she wants. It’s not like she has a choice anyways.

Several minutes pass as the silence is broken by a soft voice from her. It’s barely above a whisper as she speaks. “... I’ll be your pet.”

Denathrius can sense the hurt in her voice. A hint of satisfaction flashes in his eyes. He had won. He had broken her spirit and gained complete control over her. Hearing her say that she’ll be his pet was the cherry on top of everything. “I’ll be your pet, what?” He coos softly at her.

A small air of silence occurs for a few seconds as she speaks up softly again. “I’ll be your pet, master.”

He smiles wide as he presses a kiss into the top of her head. “Good girl. That’s what I wanted to hear. I promise I’ll take good care of you. No one else will even think about looking at you wrong when I’m around.”

He lets go of her for a moment to set up out of bed. As his warmth leaves her body she begins to shiver a bit. He grabs his clothes up off the floor and begins to dress himself after their first experience together. “I have some things for you. And do

not

put your armor back on or think about leaving. I expect you to stay right there in my bed naked like a good obedient mouse.”

She nods slightly as a grin creeps up his face. He turns and heads to the door of his chambers, making his way out with heavy footsteps. Though she was terrified of the situation she couldn’t help but to feel a little bit of natural curiosity when he said he had things for her. Surely it couldn’t be any worse than being forcefully taken, right?

Shivering at the lack of his body heat around her she pulls the silk sheet onto her legs. It feels luxurious compared to the itchy and thin blanket she had while living in the rebel house. She lets out a soft sigh. She shouldn’t be enjoying the silk blanket. She should be disobeying Denathrius right now by trying to escape. But it would be futile. Without a shield to cast Divine Shield or a Hearthstone to teleport her it would be useless. There’s no way she would be able to escape Castle Nathria again with so many stone legion army members around.

The door creaks open as Denathrius’ heavy hooves hit against the floorboards of the chambers. He looks up to his bed as he shuts the door. In his hands lies what she can assume is a black dress along with some boxes. His neutral expression turns into a smile as he sees her on the bed, happy that she has obeyed him. “Ah, good little mouse, listening to me like that. And good mice deserve rewards.” He makes his way over to the bed. “I had the best artisans in Castle Nathria give me all of these items for you the second you ran away.” He takes a moment to hand her the black dress first.

“I had them guess your measurements for this one. Put it on. I will have them fix it if it is not to my liking.” He watches her with a heavy gaze as she gets out of the bed. A short and small laugh escapes him as he sees her naked frame. The marks all over her body make her more beautiful to him.

The black dress has slits that lead up to the sides of her hips, exposing the entirety of her legs as fabric draped to the floor in front of her and the back. One wrong move and she would be flashing the entirety of Nathria for sure. The front dipped down, revealing the inside of her breasts as the tight fabric pushed them up. The back of the dress plunged down to the top of her ass, revealing the entirety of her back as the thin straps of the dress kept everything up. Humiliation creeps across her face as Athena realizes that this dress also openly showed the world his marks he left of her.

Denathrius takes a moment to drink in the dress, how it enhanced every curve and exposed parts of her. Sultry, sexy, and enough to stir dirty thoughts inside his mind again. Maybe he should push the fabric of that dress to the side and claim her again…

She blushed slightly underneath his gaze, not used to wearing something so revealing. He grins as her embarrassment before he hands her the large box. “The finest jewelry for my pet. Nothing but the best.” He purrs a bit as she opens up the box, exposing the golden jewelry inside adorned with jewels.

One by one she slips each piece of jewelry onto her body. First starting with the upper arm cuffs, then the bracelets. She then moved on to a black leather garter that had golden studs around the entirety of the garter, pulling it up onto her right thigh. After all the jewelry and garter was on her Denathrius’ gaze grew heavier as his smile grew wider.

“Beautiful, absolutely gorgeous.” He purrs a bit as he steps closer to her in his chambers. “One last thing. I’d like to put it on you myself.” He opens the last box, revealing a leather collar for her. There was a design carved into the thick leather of the collar, exposing a beautiful crimson red backing that matched well with the aesthetic of Castle Nathria. To the front of the collar the designs lead into a carved out heart with the design inside of it. The ring, allowing Denathrius to attach something to it as he ever desired, hung in front of the heart. It looked elegant and expensive, just how Denthrius liked it.

His large hands pick up the collar out of the ornate box. He motions with his finger for her to turn around. She obeys his command as she turns around, moving her hair out of the way. Within a few moments the buckle clicks into place behind her neck. She drops her hair as Denathrius wraps his arms around her body in a hug. He presses his chest deep into her back as he plants kisses on her face.

“You are absolutely beautiful, my pet. Now the entirety of Revendreth will know you’re my property.”

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Thirty days, or at least what she could assume was thirty days since she had already lost count after day five, had passed since Athena’s capture by Sire Denathrius. Everything has been a blur for her. Denathrius never lets her out of his sight as he continues his duties as the tyrannical lord of Revendreth. By day she was his pampered pet, someone who he loved and adored. He would kill his subjects if they said anything bad about her or looked at her funny. By night, she was nothing more than his plaything. Her body was littered with bruises and bite marks, each one showing off his possession and dominance over her. The collar around her neck was piece de resistance for his possession over her. Denathrius made sure to maintain the leather, taking good care of it every single night before they went to bed. It was almost like a little ritual at this point. Have rough sex (most of the time involving several rounds), clean the collar, and then cuddle until sleep.

To Athena’s surprise Denathrius had yet to capitalize on the Light within her since that day she accidentally killed one of his stone legion army members. It was used more so as a threat to his subjects than anything else, but that was enough to satisfy Denathrius’ lust for power. It was a new way he could strike fear into the hearts of his subjects and army. The rumor of what she did to the stone legion army member spread fast, and they knew better than to mess with Denathrius’. Especially when it came to her.

Denathrius reveled in the control he has over her, enjoying the feeling of complete ownership over every aspect of her. She did have her moments of bratty defiance, but it was easily quelled with a simple thrust or two either inside her mouth or her wet cunt. He also enjoyed flaunting his ownership over her every chance he could in front of his subjects and army.

The flaunting was no different today. Athena sat in Denathrius’ lap in his throne room as he talked with his newest stone legion generals, dressed in a lavish dark crimson corset dress with black lace. It matched well with her leather collar around her neck. The jewelry around her body was black metal with red rubies embedded, clearly very expensive and custom made just for her.

Denathrius’ new generals, General Targaal and General Sarkaraal, were just as intimidating as his last pair that Athena’s guild brought down. They were bigger, taller, younger, and more dedicated to their master than the last two were ‘We won’t fail you like our predecessors’ General Targaal told Denathrius during their promotion ceremony.

Denathrius keeps her held close, his arm wrapped possessively around her waist as he listens to his commanders discuss the latest developments in Revendreth. He can feel the jealousy in their eyes as they glance at her occasionally, knowing that she belongs to him alone and that consequences that came with even disturbing her peace. He runs his fingers idly through her hair as he occasionally gives her a small squeeze on the thigh. Though he’s listening intently to his generals he wants to send them away so he could have some alone time with her.

General Targaal eyes his hand on her thigh for a moment before his gaze returns to Denathrius’ face. “One last thing before the meeting ends, Sire. We have heard rumors going around that another group of mortals is forming with the rebels again.”

A frown crosses Denathrius’ face as his expression darkens. “Another group of mortals, you say? And here I thought they learned their lesson with the last group.” He grabs Athena’s thigh tightly, eliciting a small whine of pain. The small bruises on her thigh hurt from his grip. He turns to her for a moment, giving her a small sadistic grin from her pain.

Targaal clears his throat a bit, trying to get Denathrius’ attention away from his pet. “We’re unsure if the rumors are true, but the stone legion army will squash them as soon as we confirm they are forming.”

Denathrius turns his attention back to his generals. “Good. Do not fail me like my last pair of generals did. Anything else?” He eyes the two stoneborn men with a heavy gaze, hoping he could intimidate them into leaving.

General Sarkaraal steps out from around the strategy table placed within the throne room. “A question, Sire.”

“Go ahead, General.” Denathrius says plainly as he leans back into his throne. He pulls Athena close to him again as he wraps his arms around her, almost blocking General Sarkaraal’s view of her. She can hear his heartbeat as he forces her head into his chest with the palm of his large hand.

Sarkaraal takes a moment to acknowledge the possessive behavior of his master. “I am curious, Sire. You have taken a liking to this mortal Maw Walker from the last group.” He gestures his hand towards Athena. A small scowl crosses Denathrius’ face as Sarkaraal points her out, his possessiveness over her grows. “Do you… plan on having another pet with this newer group, if they exist?”

Denathrius’ expression darkens further at Sarkaraal’s question. His eyes narrow with anger as he rasps out. “She is infinitely more valuable to me than any other Maw Walker that might head my direction. She is more than enough for me in all aspects. I have successfully broken her and molded her as my own. With her and her Light submitting to me I need no other

pet

.” The last word out of his mouth is heavy with venom and anger at the General’s question.

Sarkaraal takes a moment to eye Denathrius and Athena, who is still pressed tightly into his body in a possessive wrap. He lets out a small, unsatisfied hum. “Surely the mighty Sire Denathrius desires more than one companion, no? To have a… harem of sorts full with defiant Maw Walkers to satisfy his every need and craving.”

Denathrius scoffs at Sarkaraal’s suggestion, his grip on Athena tightens more. The thought of having a harem was laughable to him surprisingly. Never once did the thought of having a harem cross his mind, and he wouldn’t have one now especially with her around. “A harem? Please. I have no need for such frivolities. My little mouse here is enough to satisfy my desires. More would be nothing but a distraction, a waste of my time and energy.” He looks down at her, his expression extremely possessive with a very small hint of affection.

An amused grin crossed Sarkaraal’s face and he chuckled slightly. “I figured you would be a vampire of varied tastes, Sire.”

“I am a being of power and dominance. I demand more than mere flesh and blood. I require loyalty, submission, and devotion. My pet here provides me with all of that and more.” Denathrius growls a bit as his hand runs possessively over Athena’s thigh.

Sarkaraal bows a bit to Sire Denathrius. A small grin is on his face as he is amused with the Master of Revendreth’s desire to not have multiple partners at once. “Very well, Sire. If you do not wish to have a harem I have a simple request from the army.”

An eyebrow raises on Denathrius’ face as he is intrigued by General Sarkaraal’s request. “Speak, then. What is it that my Stone Legion Generals and their army desire?”

General Targaal steps forward next to General Sarkaraal as he begins to address Sire Denathrius as well. “We want to taste mortal flesh ourselves, to enjoy their… tender nature. We want to take whoever we capture and make them our concubines to be shared, both men and women. But, we cannot do that without your approval first.”

Denathrius’ grins a tad bit as his eyes gleam with amusement. “Ah, I see. You want to indulge in your own appetites, do you? And you want my permission to do so?” He leans forward, his hand continues to idly stroke Athena’s thigh as he considers their request for a moment. “Very well. I shall grant you this. One condition, I want any mortal captured to be brought to me and my pet for inspection. I will not allow any tainted or weak souls to be added to my ranks.”

Both Generals turn to each other as they grin. “Of course, Sire.” General Targaal purrs out, pleased that Sire Denathrius has agreed to let them keep their own Maw Walkers for the army.

Denathrius nods slightly. “Good. Any mortal that fails to meet my expectations will be disposed of immediately.” He leans back into his throne with a hint of dark amusement in his eyes. “I trust that you two will not get… distracted by mortal flesh. Remember, you have a duty to uphold as my chosen Stone Legion Generals.”

The two generals bow down to Denathrius with grins that span across both of their faces. “We’ll do our best, Sire.” General Sarkaraal says as he and General Targaal stand back up from their respective bows.

Denathrius eyes them for a moment, noticing their giddy behavior towards having potential mortal concubines for themselves and the army they command. “And remember, my mouse here is off-limits for both of you and your army. She belongs to me and me alone. If I hear anything, and I mean

anything

, happening to her I will have both of your heads mounted on my wall in this throne room. Do I make myself clear?” He demands out as his hand snakes further up her thigh underneath the dress she was wearing.

Both of the generals give Denathrius another small bow. “Of course, Sire. We will make sure our subordinates stay in line.” Targaal says as they once again stand up from their bow.

Denathrius waves his hand a bit at the two generals in a shooing motion. “If there are no further questions you two are dismissed then.” Both of the generals turn foot and begin to walk out of the throne room, leaving Denathrius and Athena alone.

The wooden doors to the throne room shut close. A small smile creeps across Denathrius’ face as he turns to Athena who had been quiet in his lap the entire meeting with his generals. He gives the ring on her collar a small tug with his finger, causing her to lean forward a bit in his lap. “It seems you have been quite popular with my army. They all want a taste of mortal flesh now because of you.” He purrs out in amusement, pleased that his relationship with her has spurred his army to want to pleasure themselves with mortal flesh as well.

He plants a soft kiss on the side of her head. His hand grabs at her chin as he forces her to look at him. “And to think you could have very easily become a common whore for my army, nothing more than a little slut to be passed around and filled with their cum. But I’m here for you, I’m here to keep you safe and only mine, mouse. No one else but me will touch you, unless they want to die.” He chuckles darkly as he captures her lips in a kiss.

Athena kisses him back, though not as enthusiastically as Denathrius was kissing her. She still wanted to escape, to get out of Castle Nathria. But the longer she stayed the more she arguably

liked

being his pet. Sure, there was the whole submission and control of the Light within her, not to mention the occasional forcing of himself onto her. But being pampered, not having to make decisions, being waited head over foot, and other stuff that came with being the Master of Revendreth’s pet was nice. Not having the responsibility to do anything besides look pretty and be submissive made a heavy burden lift off her shoulders she didn’t know she was carrying.

Denathrius’ hand continues to move further up her thigh now as his finger teases her slit. She moans softly into his mouth as they continue to kiss. He pulls back as a string of saliva connects their mouths. “Now, where were we before my generals rudely interrupted us?”

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Rumors of the rebel Maw Walker group forming to raid Castle Nathria again spread like wildfire across Revendreth. Everybody within the vicinity who are loyal to Denathrius are on edge, keeping an eye out behind them just in case the mortals come again.

Denathrius stands at the head of the war table as his Generals discuss the potential locations of the Maw Walker group forming. His lap is empty without Athena as she lounges in a speciality chaise Denathrius had made just for her. Though having her in his lap was nice while he did his duties as the Sire of Revendreth she was very,

very

distracting for him. He especially had to focus right now as the threat of a fresh group of Maw Walkers could be here at any moment. Though he was confident they would be easily squashed he still needed to be careful. Athena’s raid group wrecked more havoc than he cared to admit, and he was still trying to recuperate from it. He couldn’t let this new group do that much damage to Castle Nathria again.

Athena zoned out from the discussion as her legs were draped down the length of the chaise. She idly swirled her goblet of wine in her hand, enjoying the pungent smell of the alcohol. The threat of a new raid group didn’t bother her at all. She knew that if they did succeed they would rescue her from the humiliation that came from being Sire Denathrius’ pet. There’s no way they would slaughter and kill her like the rest. On the other hand though, she had learned how to enjoy being his pet. Having (almost) zero responsibilities and having someone so fiercely protective of her, to the point of potentially killing someone if they bothered her, was nice.

Denathrius, his voice authoritative and his expression focused and calculating, can’t help but to occasionally steal glances over at Athena as he discusses strategy with General Targaal and Sarkaraal. Despite the severity of the situation he was distracted by her presence within the throne room. Once tense and aloof, she had come to be relaxed and comfortable within his presence, as if she had learned that she belonged near him. Her demeanor and revealing dress stirs something primal within him, causing his cock to twitch in response. He grunts softly as he turns back to the war table. There was no time to fuck her senseless right now, not with the threat of another raid on his domain in the horizon.

A large crash against the throne room doors is heard which causes the four in the room to look up at the door with curious and alarmed expressions. Athena almost drops her wine on the floor, but she steadies it at the last second. A female stone guard makes her way in. She looks ragged as she breathes heavily, out of breath from running as fast as she could. “Sire! Generals!” She pauses to pant a bit. “Mortals have breached the front gates!”

The Generals tense up, immediately alert and ready for action. Denathrius’ expression darkens as the stone guard delivers the news of the mortal raid. He turns up from the war table, his eyes narrowing in anger. “How many?” He growls out.

“At least thirty of them, Sire. Another raid party like last time. Like hers.” The stone guards' eyes flick over to Athena as her arm points out. Athena’s face burns red in embarrassment at the stone guard pointing her out like that.

Denathrius’ expression darkens further as he turns to Athena. His jaw clenches as anger and possessiveness flare within him at the mention of mortal Maw Walkers invading his domain again. He wouldn’t let them win. He wouldn’t let them take Athena away from him. He would burn the whole world down if it meant keeping his precious mouse safe. He turns back to the stoneborn, his voice cold and commanding. “Deal with them. Bring me their leader alive. I want to make an example out of them.”

“Yes, Sire!” The stone guard yells as she salutes Sire Denathrius. She turns to run out of the throne room to inform the other stone guards.

Grunting a bit in frustration, Denathrius turns to his generals. His mind was already racing with plans and strategies to deal with the invaders. He and his Generals never had the chance to discuss their potential strategies if they did get raided again, so he would have to make something up on the fly. “We must move quickly like they did. The Maw Walkers will not be expecting us to retaliate so swiftly. Let’s show them the true power of Revendreth.”

General Targaal and General Sarkaraal give him a salute as well. They begin to depart, their heavy footsteps echoing through the throne room as they leave. Once they were out of his sight he turned his attention to Athena, his eyes still full of anger and possessiveness. He strides over to her quickly, his movement swift and predatory.

Athena’s gaze quickly turns up to him as he stops a few inches away from the chaise. He towers over her as he looks down at her. “These mortals are a nuisance. They think they can just invade my domain so casually like this and get away with it?” He reaches out and grasps her chin in his large hand, tilting her head up so he can look her directly in the eyes. “They will learn that their efforts are futile. And you, my sweet mouse, are mine to protect. I won’t let them take you away from me.”

She swallows hard as his gaze pierces through her. He reaches out with his free hand to take the wine goblet out of hers. He sets it to the stand next to the chaise she’s lounging in. A smirk crosses his face as he leans down, his face a few inches away from hers. “I think it’s time I try out that Light of yours, hmm?” He purrs in amusement. “See how truly raw and powerful it is inside of you.”

Her blood runs cold as she stares up at him. To say she forgot about the Light within her was an understatement. She had been so focused on being Denathrius’ good little pet that she had almost forgotten her origin as a holy paladin before her captivity. The Light in her was submissive towards him now and listened to him. It had abandoned her in favor of obeying the lord of Revendreth. She stammers a bit as he continues to look at her with an intense gaze. “R-right, master. My Light is yours to command.”

Denathrius smiles, satisfied with her response. He releases her chin and takes her hand, his large fingers intertwining the best they can between hers as he pulls her to her feet out of the chaise. “Good girl. I’ll make sure you stay close to me and use your power to its full potential. You’re my weapon, my most valuable asset.”

The halls of Castle Nathria are long and intertwining, a tad bit confusing to Athena since Denathrius leads her everywhere, but he knows it like the back of his hand. He built the place after all. His strides are long and purposeful, eager to show off her power that submits to him. A few stoneborn soldiers are running around in the hallways, trying to get to the fight. They take a moment to bow their heads respectfully as Sire Denathrius passes by him, recognizing the power and authority that radiates off of him.

A few minutes later they approach the entrance to the castle. The sounds of fighting are heard outside. Denathrius turns his gaze back to her, his eyes filled with determination and anticipation of finally being able to use the submissive Light within her. “Are you ready, mouse? Are you ready to show those mortals what true power looks like?”

Athena nods slightly, extremely anxious about what is about to happen. Last time she used her powers she got an awful nosebleed that Sire Denathrius liked a little too much. What would happen to her this time? Surely subduing a large raid like this would take a heavy toll on her body.

Denathrius, not caring about her anxious expression, grins at her nod as his eyes gleam with excitement. “Excellent. Let’s show them the might of Revendreth, and remind them who they’re dealing with.” He steps out of the castle, his grip on her hand tightens as they enter the chaos of the battlefield. The sounds of clashing steel and the cries of battle fill the air as the Stone Legion battle against the raiding Maw Walkers.

A few of the Maw Walkers in the raid group look up as Sire Denathrius and her walk into view. One makes eye contact with her as he yells out as he casts his shamanic healing spells. “Denathrius has a fellow Maw Walker in his grasp!”

A demon hunter calls back out to the shaman as his warglaives clash against a stoneborn. “We have to save her!”

Denathrius snarls at both of their words, his eyes flashing again with possessive wrath. “You will do no such thing!” He pulls Athena close into his body to shield her away from the other mortals. “She is mine. She belongs to me. And no one will lay a hand on her!” He yells out, his voice reverberates across the battlefield.

They observe for a moment as the battling continues. The fight is at a stalemate almost, with both sides being equally worn. Denathrius lets go of her and gently nudges her forward. “Use your powers, mouse. Show them the Light inside you that I control.”

The Light surges within her as she steps forward. Her eyes crackle into the golden hue that Denathrius saw that day when she killed his one stoneborn. “Leave!” Her voice reverberates across the battlefield as well. It sounds ethereal and powerful. Everyone on the battlefield stops and turns their attention towards her.

The Maw Walkers are visibly stunned by the display of power, their eyes widened in shock and fear. Denathrius grins with pride, knowing that the Light he had control of within her is causing the Maw Walkers’ bravado to disappear.

The leader of the raid group, a fire mage, speaks up from the silence of the battlefield “The Light shines within you, paladin! You don’t have to be Denathrius’ pawn!”

Denathrius can sense the Light within her flicker a bit, as she is contemplating the fire mage’s words. He knows the words of the fire mage are getting to her, planting seeds of doubt in her mind. He needs to correct her now before it is too late. He leans down, his voice a low whisper as he talks to her. “Do not listen to his lies, mouse. He is trying to turn you against me, to sway you to their side. But you know the truth. You know that both you and the Light submit to me, just as you should.”

Athena growls a bit in frustration as her voice still sounds ethereal. “The light has abandoned me! It submits to Sire Denathrius’ power!”

The fire mage speaks up again, there’s desperation in his voice as he tries to sway her. “The Light has never abandoned you! It loves and cherishes you! That’s why you still have this power!”

Another soft crackle of weakness crosses her as she falters once again. She’s struggling internally as she debates the words of the fire mage to her loyalty with Sire Denathrius. He steps closer to her back as he gently cups the side of her face with his hand. He leans down once again to spew poison in her mind, to keep her from fully swaying to the side of the Maw Walkers. “Listen to me, pet. Ignore his words. I am your true master, the one who has allowed you to live beside me as my pet, my lover, my possession. The Light has abandoned you, but I have not. I will always be here for you, to protect you, to cherish you.”

With a small growl she stiffens a bit. Pleased with his poisoned words, Denathrius steps back from her knowing she was about to do something big. She screams out like a banshee that echoes throughout Revendreth. Immediately chains of pure holy Light sprout from the ground, caging and immobilizing each mortal as they scream and writhe in pain. A satisfied smile crosses Denathrius’ face as he looks at her with a sense of pride, admiring the sheer power within her that he totally controls with just a few words.

Athena collapses to the ground. The exertion of this amount of Light was hard on her body. Denathrius quickly rushes to her side, picking her up and cradling her against his chest. A flicker of some concern crosses his face as he sees her unconscious. He pushes a strand of hair out of her face as his expression softens. “You did well, mouse. But you need rest now.” He looks up at the battlefield as he holds her close to his chest. The stone army has already begun to move the mortals to the dungeon underneath Castle Nathria for him to inspect later. A small smile crosses his face, knowing that the desire and lust of his army would soon be fulfilled in a few days.

His attention turns back to Athena as he scoops her up bridal style. Gods, was she so tiny in his massive arms. He places a small kiss on her forehead as his cock twitches in response to her form. “I think I’ll have some fun with you while you’re passed out like this…”

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Two days had passed since the second failed raid on Castle Nathria by a fresh group of rebel mortals. The day has come for the mortals to be judged by Sire Denathrius to see if they are fit to be concubines for his stone legion army as Athena sits in her chaise in the throne room, occasionally offering her own opinions if Sire Denathrius asks for it.

Denathrius carefully inspected each of the captured mortals, his eyes scrutinizing them from head to toe. He’s determined to see that his newly dubbed Den of Mortal Delights is suitable for his army. As he inspects each one he can’t help but to glance over at Athena every now and then. She was still recovering from her display of power, and he was determined that she would fully rest and bounce back for when he needed her again. For once, he had gone a few days without having sex with her (minus him taking advantage of her passed out form after she collapsed from her powers), and he was extra spoiling her as his beloved pet.

His attention snaps away from her when the next Maw Walker is brought in for inspection by him. The stoneborn dragged the Maw Walker unwillingly into the throne room before Sire Denathrius. In just his underwear, like the other Maw Walkers inspected before him, the Maw Walker stands up from the grip of the stoneborn. Denathrius stares with curiosity from his throne. Though he looked like the trolls he had seen before, this one stood upright at around ten feet tall and was more muscular. His golden tattoos shine in the candlelight of the throne room, giving him a holy look like he was a god or a chosen one of a god. His tusks were intricately carved and had golden rings near his mouth. The troll's pink hair flopped to the side, clearly meant to be a mohawk but it had lost its height since being in the dungeon.

“What race are you, Maw Walker? Clearly you are a troll of sorts, but not one I have seen before.” Denathrius asks with curiosity as he stands up out of the throne.

The mysterious tattooed troll looks at Denathrius with confusion and disgust. “Zandalari troll.” He simply states in a thick Zandali accent.

“And your name, Zandalari?”

“Thanagor.”

“Thanagor.” Denathrius repeats, the name falling off his tongue. He begins to circle Thanagor like a predator with a cornered prey, sensing a connection to the Light through him. Though it wasn’t raw or as powerful as Athena’s it still intrigued him. He smirks, a devious idea forming in his mind. “Ah, a holy paladin, I presume? Just like my pet over there.” He gestures to Athena, who is absent-mindedly eating some fruit his servants have provided.

Thanagor looks over at Athena for a moment, then back at Denathrius. “Yes, holy paladin. I don’t think I have the powers she does, though.”

Smirking wider, Denathrius chuckles at his words. “No, you certainly do not. But that’s what makes you perfect.” He steps in closer to the Zandalari. “I have a proposition for you, paladin. One that will benefit the both of us.”

There’s a moment of silence where Thanagor considers Denathrius’ words. “And what is it?” He asks plainly, trying to have some form of pride as he stands in his underwear in front of the man who could easily take his life in a moment.

Denathrius’ eyes glint with mischief. “I propose a trade, paladin. You see, my dear pet here has shown herself to be quite powerful, and I would like to see if I can unlock even more of her potential. And you, with your connection to the Light as well, would be the perfect partner to help me do so.”

Thanagor eyes Denathrius for a bit, trying to come to terms with what is coming out of his mouth. “I’m listening.” He states again, hoping the trade Denathrius was proposing would be better than him becoming a sexual slave for his army.

Pleased that Thanagor is intrigued by his proposal Denathrius continues. “You see, my plan is to pair her with you, to see if your personal connection to the Light can enhance her abilities even further. You will serve as a conduit for the Light, a vessel for her power to draw upon. And in return…” He pauses for a moment as he cups his chin with his hand. “You will be my second pampered pet. You will not have to worry about a single stoneborn touching you without going through me first. You will live a life of luxury and love, just like she has learned to come to accept.” Denathrius motions with his head towards Athena as he stares at the Zandalari, anticipating his response.

Thanagor hums a bit, unamused that he would become Denathrius’ second plaything. But, considering the other option was to be a concubine for the entirety of Denathrius’ army he’d rather take his chances with being a second pet for him. “And here I thought I was just going to be a toy for your entire army's pleasure.” He jokes bitterly with Denathrius.

Denathrius raises an eyebrow at Thanagor’s bad attempt at a joke, a hint of amusement in his eyes. “Oh, with me you will be more than that, paladin. You will be a tool, a vessel for me. And in return, I will protect you and love you. I will see no harm will come your way.” He pauses for a moment to take a look back at Athena, who is now curled up relaxing on the chaise. “While you’re with me you will also serve as her companion and bodyguard as well. A means to keep both of you under my control and ensure loyalty.”

Thanagor’s blue eyes glance over to Athena as well. He feels uneasy about the proposal now with Denathrius’ added stipulation to it. Denathrius shakes his chin gently, forcing his attention back to Denathrius’ face.

“You will be expected to satisfy her in every way possible, to cater to her every need and desire when I am not around.” He steps closer to Thanagor, his voice taking on a more menacing tone. “Though you will also be my pet, she was my first, and the one I will always love and favorite more. And you will do as I say without question or hesitation. Is that understood?”

Thanagor stutters a bit at the new addition to his servitude underneath Denathrius. His face flushes a deeper shade of blue in embarrassment. “I-I don’t like women, Sire.”

A low rumbling laugh comes out of Denathrius as he tightens his grip on Thanagor’s chin. “That doesn’t matter. You will do as I say, regardless of your preferences.” His eyes glint with dark amusement and a hint of malice. “You’ll come to love the feminine form and experience in time.”

The Zandalari troll shifts a bit at Denathrius’ words. He was a proud gay man, he didn’t want or desire women at all. Now he was going to be forced to enjoy women for the first time since he was a young adult still exploring his sexuality. His thoughts continued to churn, trying to figure ways on how to get out of this predicament. “And… you’re so willing to share her with me? You were very possessive on the battlefield.”

Denathrius’ expression darkens, his possessiveness flares up at the reminder. “Yes, I am

very

possessive about her. But I am also a practical man. I know that your presence could be beneficial to her and me.” His grip tightens once more on Thanagor’s chin to the point where he was wincing at the pain. “Make no mistake, paladin. She is mine at every point of the day. And if I hear you did anything she didn’t want or like I will not hesitate to punish you.” His voice is laced with venom and very serious threats.

“Seeing that the other choice is being a toy for your army I will take you up on your deal then, Sire.” Thanagor grits out through the pain of Denathrius’ grip on his chin.

Denathrius smirks, pleased with Thanagor’s decision. “Good choice, paladin. I knew you would see reason.” He drops Thanagor’s chin out of his hand as he signals for his stoneborn to approach once more. “Take him to the dungeon and prepare him for his new role. I want him ready to serve by tomorrow morning.” The stoneborn nod at Denathrius’ directions, their expressions stern and serious as they drag Thanagor out of the throne room.

Athena speaks up as Thanagor is out of the throne room. “You’re seriously going to be okay with him satisfying all my needs?” She questions out of pure curiosity. Denathrius was extremely possessive over her, and now to openly share her with this Thanagor man was a huge thing for him to do in her eyes.

He strolls his way over to her chaise. He sits down next to her, draping his arm over her shoulders in a possessive manner. He looks down at her with a smirk on his face as he sees the look of surprise and uncertainty on hers. “My pet…” He muses as his hand gently strokes the side of her face. “As long as you remember that you are completely and totally mine at the end of the day I have no qualms sharing you with my second lesser pet.”

She looks up at him, still uncertain about everything. “But he doesn’t like women. How is that going to work out exactly?”

Denathrius chuckles at her concern as he begins to run his thumb across her lower lip. “That is a minor inconvenience, but I will ensure that he is… prepared to perform his duties properly.”

Their moment is ruined by a stoneguard walking into the throne room again. “Sire,” The stoneborn speaks up as he bows towards where Athena and him are sitting. “The last mortal for your inspection. It is their leader.”

“Ah, yes. The leader. Bring him in.” Denathrius stands up from the chaise and begins to make his way to the center of the room once more, ready to ‘inspect’ the fire mage that led the raid.

As Denathrius settles into the center of the throne room two stoneguards carry the fire mage into the room. He looks bloody, bruised, and worn out like the stoneborn have been beating him up constantly for the past two days.

Denathrius’ eyes the fire mage for a moment as he pants in pain. A sly grin spreads across his face. “Well, well… look who we have here. The leader of the motley band of Maw Walkers.” He purrs out in dark amusement as he circles the fire mage.

The fire mage ignores his words as he notices Athena in the corner of the room. He calls out to her. “The Light speaks through you, paladin! Your powers belong elsewhere than in the grasp of Denathrius.”

Denathrius chuckles, his expression darkens as the fire mage ignores him. “Ah, the noble leader speaks with such conviction. How admirable.” He squats down to get eye-level with the fire mage, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “But I’m afraid your words are futile. She belongs to me now, and she will continue to faithfully serve me.”

Once again ignoring Denathrius he calls out to her again. “I have not seen the Light love someone this much since Uther, paladin! You hold the potential to become a beacon of Light and faith for all around!”

Athena looks up at the fire mage, her heart pounding in her chest as his words stir something deep within her. The mention of Uther catches her off guard, the name of the legendary paladin bringing back memories and emotions she thought were long buried of her duty as a paladin. She remains silent, torn between her loyalty to Denathrius and the allure of the fire mage’s words. There’s a flicker of Light in her eyes.

Denathrius watches the exchange in irritation as the muscles in his jaw clench. He notices the Light flicker in Athena’s eyes, a sign that she was considering the fire mages words. Taking a step between the fire mage and Athena, he blocks off their view of each other. “That’s enough.” He growls, his voice low and menacing once more. “You will not speak to her like that.”

The fire mage’s head bobs around Denathrius’ large frame, trying to get a view of her as he once again calls out. “The Light loves you! Cherishes you! It grants you these powers because it cares! You could go down in history with the other paladins before you!”

“Enough of this nonsense!” Denathrius roars out, his patience wearing thin. “She belongs to me, and the Light is mine to command, not hers!” The fire mage flinches slightly at his anger, which amuses Denathrius as he relishes in the mage’s pain. “Oh, you’re not so tough now, are you?” He taunts with a smirk on his face. “I think it’s time you learned your place.”

His large hand clasps around the mage’s jaw as the mage winces in pain from the grip. Denathrius forces him to look into his eyes. “You dare to speak of her potential, of her connection to the Light.” He sneers as his grip tightens more. “But you know nothing of her, of the power she possesses. She is mine, and I will not let you or anyone else take her away from me.”

Anger and satisfaction crosses Denathrius’ face as he stares into the soul of the mage, enjoying the feeling of having the leader of this raid group at his mercy. “I think I will show you just how much control I have over her and the Light.” He turns to look at Athena, who had been watching the interaction intently the entire time. He beckons her closer with his finger. “Come here, my darling mouse.”

With some hesitation Athena stands up and strolls over to Denathrius’ side. His eyes roam over her body with hunger and possessiveness as she walks. He reaches out and pulls her against him, his hand wrapping around her waist. “Good girl.” He purrs into her ear as his attention flicks back to the fire mage, who watched them with a mixture of anger and defeat. “You’re about to witness firsthand how much control I have over her.”

His lips brush against the shell of Athena’s ear as he whispers. “Don’t hold back, my pet. Show him how truly powerful you are.” He nips at her ear as his hand slides down to her hip, his touch possessive and demanding.

She looks up at Denathrius with uncertainty again as she whispers back to him. “I’m still recovering from two days ago. Are you sure?”

His breath is warm against her ear as he chuckles. “I’m sure, my precious mouse. I want him to see just how much power you hold within you, even when you are weakened.” He places a kiss on her temple as his thumb rubs circles into her hip. “Besides, I’ll be here to support you. You won’t be doing this alone.”

Athena’s gaze flickers over to the mage, taking in his broken state. “I don’t want to hurt him.”

“Oh, my poor mouse…” He nuzzles into her neck, planting a few more kisses. “I know you don’t want to hurt him. But sometimes sacrifices must be made. He’s an obstacle for both me and you. And obstacles must be removed.”

She sighs softly before stepping out of Denathrius grasp towards the fire mage. She mouths the words ‘I’m sorry’ to him before she gently grabs onto his chin like Denathrius did earlier.

The fire mage watches her, a mix of resignation and defiance in his eyes. He can tell she is reluctant to use her powers against him, but he understands the situation they are both in. He gives her a small nod, acknowledging her apology, before bracing himself on what’s to come.

Athena’s eyes glow the familiar golden hue as the Light surges through her. Cracks emitting golden light begin to form in his skin, letting pure Light leak out of him. The fire mage screams in agony as more and more cracks form in his skin. Denathrius revels in the fire mage’s pain, his eyes gleaming with dark pleasure as he watches the once proud raid leader scream and writhe. A few more agonizing screams later the fire mage is reduced to a pile of smoldering ash on the ground.

A smirk plays on Denathrius’ lips as he catches Athena before she collapses again. “You were magnificent, my sweet mouse.” He praises. “Absolutely breathtaking.”

She’s limp in his arms as he wraps his arms around her tightly to support her. “I… Need to lie down…” She pants as blood flows freely out of her nose.

“Shh, I’ve got you.” He murmurs as he lifts her up into his arms. He carries her back to her chaise. He sits down with her in his lap, cradling her against his chest. Noticing the blood on her nose he leans forward and licks a stripe across the mess, enjoying the metallic taste. “Your blood always tastes exquisite, pet.” He shifts a bit in the chaise, feeling himself getting hard with the taste of her blood. Now was not the time to claim her regardless of how badly he missed the feeling of her cunt around his cock.

His expression softens as he can feel her taking shallow breaths. She looks miserable as he brushes her hair back from her face, his touch gentle and soothing for a change. “I know I pushed you today,” Denathrius admits, his voice tinged with a small hint of regret. “But you did so well, my wonderful mouse. You exceeded my expectations.”

Athena’s expression is blank as she nods. Denathrius places a small kiss on the side of her head. His lips linger around her ear as he whispers to her. “Soon we’ll have another pet to have fun with though. And I can think of a lot of good ways we can break him like I broke you…”

----- CHAPTER BREAK -----

Night had bled into morning as Denathrius pampered and cared for Athena. She was doing much better than the day before when he pushed her to her limits. Granted, she was still exhausted, but Denathrius took the utmost care to ensure that she would feel better as soon as possible.

Athena was in her chaise in the throne room again, idly resting in the plush crimson red cushions. Denathrius was waiting for his stoneborn to bring Thanagor up from the dungeons for his first day as her bodyguard and companion. His clawed finger tapped against the arm of the throne, growing impatient over his stoneborn taking forever. The wooden doors of the throne room groan open as the stoneborn walk in with him in their arms.

Denathrius’ gaze snaps towards Thanagor as he is ushered in, taking note that he still looks tired but has an air of power and control still. He gestures for him to approach, his eyes glinting with a mixture of impatience and anticipation. Noticing their masters' gesture the stoneborn drop Thanagor’s arms and make their way out of the throne room as the wooden doors groan shut. Thanagor takes a few long strides to the middle of the throne room. His blue eyes meet Denathrius’ dark crimson eyes.

Observing his movement intently, Denathrius watches as Thanagor approaches his throne. He leans back into the throne, his expression calculating and cold. “Thanagor,” his voice low and commanding with a hint of purr in amusement. “Are you prepared to uphold your end of the bargain?”

Thanagor nods as he speaks up. “Yes, Sire.”

A hint of satisfaction crosses Denathrius’ eyes as he nods as well. “Good,” he replies immediately back to Thanagor. “I expect nothing less from you.” With the crook of his finger Denathrius gestures for Thanagor to get closer to the throne. His gaze flickers over to Athena, who is watching the interaction with curiosity, before returning back to Thanagor. Denathrius smirks wide as his eyes rove over the muscular body of the Zandalari. He reaches out and grabs him by the chin, forcing Thanagor to look up at him.

Thanagor flinches slightly as Denathrius cups his chin. Denathrius chuckles at the scared reaction, clearly enjoying the power he has over Thanagor. “No need to be so nervous, Thanagor.” He purrs as his thumb brushes against Thanagor’s lips. “You’re in good hands… for as long as you obey me.” He then lets go of his chin, patting Thanagor on the cheek condescendingly. Denathrius takes a moment to glance at Athena again, making sure she is obeying as well. She is still watching their interaction, not moving from her lounging position.

Denathrius’ head turns back to Thanagor. “Now,” he says, his voice firm and commanding, leaving no room for argument. “Get on your knees.”

Without any hesitation Thanagor slowly gets onto his knees between the broad legs of Denathrius. Denathrius’ smirk widens, his eyes gleaming with amusement at the immediate display of submission. It took Athena weeks to be this submissive.

Maybe I won’t have to break him that bad…

Denathrius muses inside his mind. He reaches out and tangles his fingers in Thanagor’s pink hair, tugging on his mohawk to tilt his head back and force him to look up at him. Denathrius looks down at the Zandalari with a mix of dominance and hunger, his eyes dark with desire. “You’re mine now,” He growls, his voice low and possessive. “And I will use you however I see fit.”

Thanagor nods his head slightly. “Yes, Sire.”

The grip on his hair tightens at Thanagor’s obedient response. “Good!” Denathrius says, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “You’re learning your place already.” His hand messes with the belt around his waist as his eyes take in the sight of the beautiful troll before him hungrily. He gets it undone, pulling his pants down to expose his erect cock. With the grip on his pink mohawk Denathrius shoves Thanagor’s head closer to the erection. “Suck.” He demands in a heavy voice.

Again without any hesitation Thanagor’s lips enclose around Denathrius’ tip. Denathrius lets out a growl of approval as Thanagor’s begins to bob up and down. He leans back into the throne as he turns his attention back to Athena, who is blushing with a surprise expression on her face. “Enjoying the show, my mouse?” He asks with a hint of amusement.

Athena’s face blushes a deeper red. “I’m not entirely sure…”

Denathrius smirks at her flustered expression, enjoying the effect he’s having on her while Thanagor sucks him off. He moans slightly, closing his eyes as Thanagor’s tongue swirls around his length. “You know,” he pants slightly as Thanagor continues. “He’s quite beautiful, isn’t he?”

She nods. “Y-yes. He’s quite handsome.”

He looks at her through half-lidded eyes in pleasure. He beckons her over with his hand as he moans again. She gets up out of the chaise and walks towards the throne. As she gets closer she can hear the sucking and slurping sounds coming from Thanagor’s mouth. Denathrius signals with his finger for her to kneel besides Thanagor. “Join him.” His husky voice demands as he widens his legs, allowing the two Maw Walkers to be between him. Thanagor slows down for a moment, scooting over to the right.

Athena gets on the left side of Thanagor and kneels down. His mouth leaves Denathrius’ tip and shaft to give her a chance with it as his lips and tongue trail down closer to his base. Seeing the freedom of the tip Athena’s lips curl around it. Both Thanagor and her work in tandem to blow their master.

“Such good, eager pets. Always willing to please their… master!” Denathrius groans out loudly, clearly enjoying having two people working on his cock at once. His head tilts back in pleasure as he moans louder.

The attention coming from two tongues on his cock drive Denathrius into a panting, moaning frenzy. He growls a bit out loud as his grip tightens on the arms of the throne. “I’m close, my darling pets. And I want Athena to swallow my load like the good girl she is.”

Thanagor, who was having his turn with Denathrius’ tip, immediately removes his mouth from it with a soft pop as he scoots off to the side. Athena quickly takes over, her head bobbing up and down and her tongue lapping up the velvet cock the way she knew Denathrius liked it. With a few more moans and growls Denathrius releases his hot, sticky cum down her throat. A string of saliva connects her mouth and his cock as she swallows the salty white cum whole.

Denathrius pants heavily as he comes down from his orgasmic high. His grip on the chair releases as he cups both of their heads. “Good… pets.” He pants heavily as he tries to regain his composure. Thanagor’s blue face turns into a deeper blue in a blush, embarrassed that he was forced to suck Denathrius off. Athena’s face is a neutral expression as it is wet with saliva. She had come to learn not to be embarrassed with whatever Denathrius made her do to him.

Minutes pass as Denathrius’ breathing evens out. He sits up from his slouching stance to lean towards the two. “I think I know exactly what I want to happen next.” He says as he still pants slightly. “Are you two ready to hear it?”

Athena and Thanagor both nod softly. There’s a hint of anxiety in Thanagor’s expression while Athena still keeps her neutral expression. Sensing Thanagor’s anxiety Denathrius smirks, knowing full well he wasn’t going to like what he was about to say. He turns to look Athena in her eyes. “I want you to use that pretty little mouth of yours on Thanagor now,” he purrs towards her. “I want you to make him feel good like you did with me while I watch.”

Her once neutral and stoic expression falters heavily as a heavy red blush creeps across her pale face. Thanagor’s eyes widen with shock as he sputters a bit. “But, Sire! I am a gay man!”

Denathrius chuckles in amusement at Thanagor’s protest. “I know you are a gay man, my pet,” He looks down at Thanagor’s shocked expression. “But that doesn’t matter. I’m sure my mouse can make you feel something.” His hand gently cups Thanagor’s face as his thumb strokes his cheek.

Both Thanagor and Athena sit in stunned silence for a minute. Denathrius grins at their shocked expressions, clearly enjoying their reaction. “You heard me,” His voice takes on a firm tone. “My mouse will take care of you, whether you like it or not. And I expect you to obey her, understood?”

Thanagor takes a small glance over at Athena, who is still blushing. He then looks back up at Denathrius and nods. “Understood, Sire.”

Denathrius smiles, satisfied with Thanagor’s response. He releases the grip on their heads as he pulls his pants back up. Once the belt is back into place on his hips he leans back into the throne, looking down at the two of them expectantly. “Then get to it,” He says while gesturing towards the both of them. “I want to see some action between my pets.”

Athena’s soft gaze meets Thanagor’s extremely nervous one for a few seconds. Slowly he stands up from his kneeling position to remove his pants that were provided to him. Denathrius watches intently as Thanagor undresses, his eyes darkening with amusement and desire. He leans forward slightly, taking in the sight of every muscle and golden tattoo on the Zandalari’s body. Thanagor drops the pants to his knees, exposing his completely flaccid cock. Just like his body his cock was adorned with golden tattoos, making it a unique sight for both Athena and Denathrius. He licked his lips with lust as he observed Thanagor’s tattoos and muscular body. “Looks like you’re not very excited. Maybe my pet needs to work a little harder.” Denathrius chuckles, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Thanagor’s eyes focus on Athena as she scoots closer to him. “She’s not my preference in partners. It’s hard.” He admits.

Enjoying the exchange between him and Thanagor, Denathrius continues to grin. “But that doesn’t change the fact that my mouse is going to make you feel good, regardless of your preferences.”

Athena’s hand wraps around Thanagor’s soft cock. Thanagor tenses at her touch, his eyes widening slightly. He glances over at Denathrius who is watching silently and intently from his throne now. Her hand begins to slowly stroke him as she hopes that he’d get hard. If he didn’t she was afraid of what the punishment might be for their failure to amuse their master.

He lets out a small gasp as Athena starts to stroke him, his body reacting despite his reluctance. Denathrius continues to watch with a satisfied smirk, clearly enjoying the sight of Thanagor slowly becoming aroused underneath her stroking. Slowly but surely the Zandalari’s body responds to her touch, his cock growing larger and more erect with each passing moment. “That’s it, keep going, mouse. I want to see him fully hard.” He murmurs in encouragement.

Once Thanagor is fully erect Athena lets go of his cock, allowing Denathrius to see all of the golden tattoos on it in their glory. Denathrius lets out a low appreciative whistle as he takes in the sight of Thanagor’s fully erect tattooed cock. He licks his lips in anticipation again, ready to see her work Thanagor as she has worked him so many times before. “Good girl. You’ve done well. Thanagor looks quite… ready for you now.” He muses with a smile on his face.

Athena softly speaks up as she stares at the erection in front of her face. “Thank you, master.”

Denathrius gestures for her to continue, his eyes fixated on Thanagor’s cock. “Take him into your mouth. I want to see you work your magic on him like you have done with me.” He commands, his voice laced with extreme anticipation for the show he was about to watch.

Athena leans forward and takes the tip of his cock into her mouth, tasting the saltiness of the precum. Thanagor lets out a strangled gasp as she takes his cock into her mouth, his body tensing at the pleasurable sensation. Denathrius watches, his eyes glued to the sight of her lips wrapped around Thanagor’s shaft.

She begins to expertly bob her head up and down, her tongue working his shaft in tandem with her movements. Thanagor lets out a low moan as she moves, his hips bucking involuntarily into her mouth. Denathrius grins, clearly enjoying the sight of the Zandalari man feeling pleasure. “That’s it. Keep going. Make him feel good.” He murmurs seductively.

Thanagor instinctively places a hand in behind Athena’s head as she continues to lick and suck. Denathrius smiles wide at the movement. “You’re getting more into it, Thanagor. You’re starting to enjoy yourself.” He teases the troll as blue blush crosses Thanagor’s face from the teasing.

Thanagor’s breathing becomes more ragged as she takes him deeper into her mouth, his body trembling with pleasure. He lets out a soft groan as his hand grips her hair. As she bottoms out on him he lets out a strangled cry as his eyes widen, his back arching in pleasure as she takes him completely in her mouth.

Eventually Thanagor’s hips begin to move in time with her motions, his body writhing with pleasure as she works him. He lets out a series of small moans and gasps as his fingers continue to tangle in her hair as he loses himself in the pleasure. His body begins to tense, and his breathing becomes more ragged than usual. Denathrius can see the signs that Thanagor is about to climax, his eyes dark with anticipation. “He’s close. I can tell. You’re doing an excellent job, mouse.” He murmurs again, his voice low and husky.

Thanagor lets out a strangled cry, his body trembling uncontrollably. His fingers tighten even more in her hair as he nears the edge, his hips bucking desperately into her mouth. “Oh gods,” He gasps, his voice strained with pleasure. “I’m… I’m going to…”

Denathrius watches with amusement as Thanagor’s face twists in ecstasy as he spills his seed into Athena’s mouth. He groans low in his throat, his body shuddering as he reaches his climax. Once he’s finished ejaculating into her mouth Denathrius lets out a low whistle, a look of satisfaction on his face.

Athena removes her mouth from Thanagor’s cock as she swallows his load as well. Thanagor’s chest heaves as he tries to catch his breath. His body is still trembling slightly from the aftershocks of his orgasm. Her gaze turns over to Denathrius, curious if he had anything else planned. It wasn’t unusual for Denathrius to go several rounds, and she knew he wouldn’t be satisfied with just a few blowjobs.

His eyes lock onto hers, a predatory gleam in his gaze. “Such a good little pet. You’ve pleased me well.” He purrs, his voice dripping with lust. Athena couldn’t help but to smile at the praise he gave her.

Denathrius returns her smile, his eyes roaming over her body appreciatively. He reaches out a hand and gently strokes her cheek, his touch both tender and possessive. “You always know how to entertain me, my sweet mouse. But you know I am never satisfied with a simple blowjob, even if we add another person to it.” He motions for her to get up off her knees.

Obediently she stands up and sits down in his lap. His hands grab her thigh as Thanagor continues to recollect himself after his orgasm. Denathrius nuzzles into her neck and places a few wet and sloppy kisses full of lust. “I think you deserve a reward for your performance…”

----- CHAPTER BREAK -----

Night turning into day was always guaranteed in this world, just like Sire Denathrius wanting multiple rounds of sex. He was never satisfied climaxing once or even twice on most days. Athena sat in his lap, gazing up at him with submission as his hands wander around the curves of her body. He nips at her neck as he places hot kisses, wanting to place fresh marks of his ownership around the collar she still wore. He smirked against her skin as he inhaled her scent. Her perfume he gave her to wear made her smell like fresh roses. Denathrius pulled back away from her skin as his finger snaked into the loop that dangled in front of the collar. He gave it a small tug, causing her to lean forward closer to him.

Her face was pressed into his chest as he smiled down at her. “You also didn’t brat today, pet. I think you definitely deserve a bigger reward for doing that and entertaining me.” He muses as he keeps her close with the silver loop of the collar.

Athena can feel the rise and fall with each breath he takes as she continues to stare up at him. “... and what is my reward?”

Denathrius tsk’s a few times. “What is my reward,

master

.” He reminds her as his gaze into her eyes intensifies.

She nods and swallows hard, noticing that his gaze has shifted into something more sinister and irritated. Last thing she needed was to piss him off and have him punish her again, especially when she was having a ‘good day’ in his eyes. “What is my reward, master?” She repeats back to him.

His eyes shift back to their amused and lustful look as she calls him master. “Your reward, my dearest pet, is to submit to me completely. To give yourself over to my whim and desire again.”

Of course he thinks this is a reward…

Athena thinks to herself as she continues to stare up at his face.

To let me consent to sex with him instead of raping me as a punishment…

Her eyes flicker over to Thanagor, who is still panting and spent as he grabs at the waist of his pants to pull it back up. “And what about him, master?” She asks with a hint of curiosity.

Denathrius glances over at the Zandalari. “He can watch,” he says, a lustful and malicious smile spreading across his face. “He’ll enjoy the show.” His finger releases from the collar as they find the hem of her dress. With a few tugs and her cooperation the dress falls into a pile on the floor. He insisted she never wear underwear underneath her clothes so he could have easier access to her, and today was no exception. Her bare body, with the exception of her collar and jewelry, sat in his lap as his hands groped every inch of her exposed skin.

Thanagor, who had been putting his pants back on, pauses for a moment to watch the scene unfold in front of him. His cheeks burn hot in embarrassment as he watches Denathrius remove his belt and pants once more. He turns away from the scene to try to give them some semblance of privacy. Immediately Denathrius catches him. “Turn around, Thanagor.” Denathrius demands with a stern voice.

He winces a bit at Denathrius’ tone. Slowly he turns his body back around to face the Lord of Revendreth. There was a mild scowl on his face as the crimson eyes bore deep into his soul. “I want you to watch every second of this. To remind you of your new place.”

“Yes, Sire.” Thanagor states plainly as his eyes focus on the two seated in the throne still. Denathrius’ large hands encompass Athena’s hips completely as he sits her down on his throbbing erection with a grunt from him. Almost like she was trained to do so, Athena wastes no time bouncing up and down on Denathrius’ shaft with loud moans.

Denathrius watches as she bounces up and down, his eyes fixated on the way her body moves against his. Thanagor watches from the sidelines, his eyes glued on the erotic display in front of him. He shifts a bit in his stance as he watches her writhe and moan in pleasure, biting his lip. Slowly he was getting aroused again by the sexual encounter just a few feet away from him. He shook his head a bit, trying to shake off the idea he, a queer man, was getting aroused by the scene.

I think I just like the way Denathrius grunts and groans…

He thinks to himself.

The throne room continues to be filled with Athena’s moans. Denathrius grins a bit, his grip on her hips tightening as he encourages her movements. His hips begin rising in thrusts to meet hers with each bounce. “That’s it,” he growls out, his voice rough with pleasure. “Keep going, mouse. Let me hear those beautiful sounds you make.”

Once again Thanagor shifts in his stance, a tent pitched in his pants from the erection he was having again. Wanting to check in on Thanagor, Denathrius’ eyes wander away from Athena for a moment over to him. A knowing smirk crosses his face seeing the Zandalari hard once again, knowing Thanagor was in a desperate state. His eyes break away from Thanagor back to Athena as her face contorts with pleasure. His large clawed hand cups her face to turn her attention away from the cock thrusting inside her to Thanagor. “Looks like Thanagor is enjoying the show. He looks like he wants to join in, but I think we should keep him out of this for now.” Denathrius chuckles with malice, knowing full well he was torturing Thanagor.

Athena lets out a sharp moan before she speaks up, her words broken up by pants. “At least… let him… masturbate… master…”

As he releases her face he takes a moment to consider her words. An idea forms across his mind as a smirk plays at the corners of his mouth. “Hmm, I suppose I could allow that,” he says, his voice dripping with mock generosity. “Just this once.” With a flick of his wrist he gives Thanagor permission. “Go on then. Take care of yourself while you watch us.”

Blush forms fast on Thanagor’s blue skin as his mouth opens up in mild shock. “Th-thank you, Sire.” He stutters as he drops his pants just enough to let his tattooed cock spring out from underneath. A moan escaped his lips as his hand wrapped around the shaft, slowly pleasuring himself to Athena and Denathrius in front of him.

Denathrius chuckles, watching as Thanagor begins to stroke himself. “Good boy.” He coos out before turning his attention to Athena. “Now, where were we, mouse?”

The throne room turns into a melody of thrusts, moans, and grunts from the three enjoying their pleasure. Denathrius’ grip on Athena’s hips tighten once more as her moans increase in volume, his own grunts and growls growing louder in response. He begins to thrust harder upwards into her, driving himself deeper with each movement. “That’s it… That’s it, little mouse. Let your master fuck you hard like the good girl you are.”

With each thrust into her wet cunt her moans become ragged with pleasure. Athena closed her eyes, her head tilting back slightly as she grabbed onto Denathrius’ large arms for support. Not taking off his focus on Athena Denathrius beckons Thanagor closer with the crook of his finger. Thanagor slows down his strokes as she approaches the throne the two were on. “On her face.” Denathrius simply demands, his voice strained and husky with lust.

Thanagor’s eyes widened at the command, his breath hitching his throat. He hesitates for a moment, unsure if he truly wanted to do that. A few thrusts later he nods slightly. The sight of Athena bouncing up and down on Denathrius’ lap was too tempting to resist. “Yes, Sire.” He heavily breathes out, his hand speeding up as he obeys the order.

Moments of bliss pass for the three. Denathrius can feel Athena clenching around him, knowing that she was getting close. He grits his teeth, his own climax approaching fast as well. His thrusts upwards become frantic. “So good for me. Are you going to cum, my pet?” He growls out.

Athena lets out a soft whine. “Uh-huh…”

He chuckles at her response, the sound low and dark. “Good girl,” he says, his voice rough with need. “Cum for me. Let go and give into the pleasure.”

The command sends her over the edge. A large moan comes from her mouth as she begins to writhe and twitch with the orgasm. Following her over the edge, Denathrius’ hips buck up deep inside her as he spills himself. He lets out a guttural groan, his hands on her hips tight enough to bruise as he holds her in place, keeping her body pressed tightly against his.

Watching the two climax Thanagor is unable to hold back any longer. His loud cry mixes with Athena’s in the throne room as he cums, his seed spurting across her face and neck.

Denathrius looks at her messy and sweaty body with a satisfied smirk, his chest heaving as he catches his breath. He runs a finger through the cum on her face, smearing it across her skin. “You look absolutely debauched. Covered in both our cum like a good little slut.” He praises, his voice low and possessive. A grin crosses his face as he cups her chin with his hand, forcing her to look at him. His eyes glint with amusement. “You like being called a slut by your master?”

She nods softly, still dazed by her orgasm earlier. “I’m your slut, master.”

A hearty laugh comes out of his mouth as his eyes flicker over to Thanagor. “And Thanagor here, he gets to watch and help make a mess of you. You’re his slut too.”

Her mouth curls up into a weak grin. “I mean, if you want to watch me get passed around like a whore in Revendreth you always have a say in that.” She teases, knowing full well that would be shot down immediately. It was surprising to her that Denathrius was so willing to let Thanagor participate in this.

His crimson eyes stare down at her for a moment before the smile widens on his face. “You would like that, wouldn’t you?” His voice is low and sultry. “Being passed around like a common whore, being used and shared by all the venthyr. Having them take their pleasure from your body.”

Athena hesitates for a moment. She didn’t expect that to come out of his mouth. Being a part of the Den of Mortal Delights in the basement sounded like a worse hell than what she was currently in. Quickly she thinks of a reply before Denathrius sets the idea in stone. “Th-that wouldn’t work out. You’re too possessive.”

Denathrius nods in agreement. “You’re right, mouse. I don’t want to share you with anyone else. Thanagor here is lucky he gets a chance by being your bodyguard.”

She glances over at Thanagor for a moment, who has pulled his pants back up and is watching the two talk with a neutral expression on his face. His chest still heaves slightly from the release he had a few moments ago. Her attention turns back to Denathrius. “Can I go clean up now?”

He nods, releasing his grip on her to help her off his lap. “Yes, you may. But be quick.”

As she walks off to the corner of the throne room where Denathrius had some towels squirreled away for moments like this he turns his attention to Thanagor. “You were a good little pet as well,” his voice drips with mockery. “Following my orders so obediently.”

Thanagor shifts in his stance, this time uncomfortable with Denathrius’ words rather than desire. “Just doing what I agreed to do, Sire.”

A smirk plays on Denathrius’ mouth, his eyes flicking over Thanagor’s body as he takes in the muscles. “You did quite well, and you were very… handsome in the process.”

Recognizing a compliment, Thanagor nods his head. “Thank you, Sire. Zandalari are naturally muscular and tall.”

Denathrius’ clawed hand reaches out to grab Thanagor’s arm, his thumb rubbing over his bicep. “Your physique is impressive. You look like you could snap someone in half.”

Thanagor’s blue eyes shift down to the touch, observing the way Denathrius strokes him sensually. “Perhaps. I have never tried.”

“I wonder if you could do it to me,” Denathrius says, his voice taking on a teasing tone. “If I ordered you to snap my bones in half, would you do it?”

The Zandalari pauses for a moment, unsure of how to respond. “Surely you’re not

that

deranged, Sire.”

“I’m sure you’re well aware of how deranged I can get, Thanagor.” Denathrius muses with a small laugh. “But don’t worry, I have no intention of testing your strength on myself… yet.”

The clawed hand withdraws from Thanagor’s bicep. His eyes follow the hand away from his bicep to the arm of Denathrius’ throne. His eyes turn up to meet Denathrius’ face. “Are… you implying you want me to dominate you at some point, Sire?” His voice is laced with confusion. Denathrius didn’t seem the type to want to be dominated.

Denathrius’ smirk widens as he leans back into his throne, his gaze locking in with Thanagor’s. “Perhaps I am.” His voice is low and seductive. “Perhaps I want to see just how powerful you really are. To see if you can truly put me in my place.”

Thanagor shakes his head for a moment. “I would have no real power over you. Holy paladins are virtually useless without their weapon and shield. You probably learned that with her.”

“Oh, but I find myself intrigued by the idea nonetheless. The thought of being dominated by a handsome Maw Walker like yourself sounds… thrilling.”

A small hum comes out of Thanagor’s throat as he continues to look at Denathrius. “Men are my preference anyways. I might be able to do something.” His eyes turn over to Athena in the corner of the room, who is finishing up cleaning herself. “And what about her? Would you like to see me dominate her?”

Denathrius’ eyes trail over her freshly cleaned body. He glances back at Thanagor, a predatory smile on his face. “Oh, yes. I would very much like to see that now.”

“Now?” Thanagor questions with a surprised look on his face as his eyes trail to Athena, who is now setting the towel aside for the servants to clean later.

The smirk on Denathrius’ face grows wider. “Yes, now.” He confirms, his voice commanding.

Thanagor’s long strides carry him from the throne over to her in the corner of the room quickly. His large arms wrap around her, engulfing her smaller stature in his taller and muscular frame. She begins to squirm and protest. “Hey! Put me down you oaf!” He begins to pick her up and carry her closer to the throne as she moves and writhes.

As Thanagor restrains and carries her Denathrius watches from his throne in interest, his eyes gleaming in amusement. “Behave, pet.” He says, his voice firm yet playful. “You’re going to be good for Thanagor, aren’t you?”

“Good? What’s going on?” She continues to struggle in Thanagor’s grasp. His grip tightens against her as he holds her firmly against his chest.

He leans down to whisper in her ear. “The Sire wants to see me dominate you. Play along.”

A growl of frustration escapes her throat as she looks up at Denathrius. “You’re seriously letting him do this?”

Denathrius smirks, his eyes dark with desire as he watches her struggle against Thanagor’s hold. “Of course I am. I want to see you submit to him. I want to see you being used and dominated by my other pet to remind you of your place.”

Thanagor’s arms are like iron bands around her, keeping her in place as she continues to struggle. He leans down to whisper in her ear once more, his voice gruff with annoyance. “I don’t want this either, but you are wasting your energy. Play. Along.”

With an exasperated sigh of defeat she goes limp in his arms. “... fine.”

His grip loosens slightly as a hand snakes around her throat to keep her in place. The other hand finds the waistband of his pants to remove it once more revealing his still erect tattooed cock. Thanagor kicks the pants off to the side this time as he gently lays her down on the cool stonework floor, his hand still around her throat.

Denathrius watches with great interest as he sees the Zandalari still hard. Maybe their race was known for sexual stamina. He would have to pick Thanagor’s brain at some point to learn more about this Zandalari troll and how they operated. With one swift motion Thanagor slides into her and begins slamming at a brutal rate, clearly trying to exude dominance over her. Whimpers and moans once again fill up the throne room as the slaps of hips snapping together mix with it. Denathrius shifts in his throne slightly to hide the growing bulge in his pants once more.

Thanagor slips into a dominant mindset as he continues to thrust, mainly trying to please Denathrius rather than finding his own orgasm. Dirty words fall out of Thanagor’s mouth as he continues to thrust. “Such a good little slut. You’re enjoying this aren’t you?”

The knuckles on Denathrius’ hands turn white as he grips the arms of his throne tightly. A low groan escapes his mouth as he watches the two. “Gods, look at you. You’re my slut now, getting passed around by Denathrius and I.” Thanagor growls as he continues to snap his hips forward into her cunt. The sensation of a woman around him was odd and foreign for Thanagor. It had been almost fifteen years since he last slept with a woman. He wasn’t for sure if he would be able to climax himself as he watched Athena’s face contort with pleasure.

Athena’s half-lidded eyes meets Denathrius’ crimson eyes for a moment. She lets out a large moan as the gaze is broken by her closing her eyes. Denathrius’ eyes burn with desire as he watches her come undone under Thanagor’s touch. He can feel his self-control slipping, his body craving the touch of both of them once again. “You’re driving me mad, mouse. Looking all flushed and sounding like that.” He growls out in a strained voice.

Her attention immediately snaps back to Thanagor as she whines loudly. He must have hit a good spot for her. Realizing that he must have hit her g-spot, Thanagor adjusts his position, ensuring that he hits that spot with every thrust to get her to whine and moan louder. “You’re such a good little whore, letting out those pretty little sounds.”

“F-fuck… I’m gonna-” Athena’s words are interrupted with another loud whine.

Thanagor can feel her walls fluttering around him with her impending orgasm. He speeds up his thrusts, determined to push her over the edge for Denathrius. “Come on. Let go and orgasm for me. Let me know how much you want it.” He pants out.

A loud and shrill cry rings out against the stonework of the throne room as she orgasms underneath Thanagor. Her body pulses with pleasure as Thanagor helps her ride out her orgasm, his thrusts slowing down. He didn’t care that he didn’t cum as well, he just wanted this to be done and over with.

“Good pets. You two have both done well.” Denathrius muses, his voice dripping in amusement and satisfaction. “I think we all have had enough excitement for today. Clean up and meet me in my chambers for some well earned rest.”

----- CHAPTER BREAK -----

Today was nothing new for Athena. Lounging in her chaise in the throne room she idly swirls a glass of wine she’s not totally interested in. Once again Denathrius was talking strategy with his Stone Legion Generals. The rebellion against him had almost been totally squashed after two failed Maw Walker raids, yet they still insisted on daily meetings to totally ensure their victory over the rebels. The only difference between the last meeting and today’s was Thanagor’s presence beside her. Just like Denathrius had tasked him to do, he was her bodyguard and companion now. He was adorned with the finest armor that the Lord of Revendreth could provide, alongside an elaborate sword that matched the design and make of his armor. Though he wanted to run away with the armor and sword he knew that it would be a futile attempt now that Sire Denathrius has rebuilt the entirety of his ranks since the double failed raids.

Denathrius occasionally glances over at Athena and Thanagor, amused that Thanagor was obediently serving her like he agreed to. He had banned Thanagor from touching her for the first three months he would serve as her bodyguard and he had to ensure Thanagor was indeed listening to him. He knows that Thanagor is still struggling with his newfound submission, but he’s clearly doing his best to comply with the rules Denathrius had set. Thanagor’s eyes meets Denathrius’ for a moment as the Master smirks wide at him before he turns back to his generals, which causes Thanagor to shift slightly in his stance.

The tension is broken up as Athena speaks up from her chaise, still holding onto her wine but not drinking it. “How long have you been devoted to the Light, Thanagor?”

Thanagor is caught off guard by the sudden question, and it takes him a moment to respond. He looks down at her, his eyes narrowing slightly at the sight of her in a tight dress that leaves nothing to the imagination. “I’ve served the Light for many years,” he replies, his voice low and gruff as he turns away from the sight of her. “Ever since I was a young man I dedicated myself to the path of the Light. It was all I knew, all I cared about. My father was a paladin, and my older brother. It was my destiny.”

“Everybody thought I was going to be a priest, but I enjoyed the structure that came with being a paladin more than being a priest. The strength of those around Stormwind drew me in when I was little.” She pauses for a moment to take a small sip of the wine, trying to force herself to drink it so Denathrius wouldn’t call her ungrateful. “And when did you realize healing was your path? Not tanking or dealing damage?”

He hesitates for a moment again, a hint of defensiveness creeping into his expression. “I… I’ve always had a natural inclination towards healing,” He admits begrudgingly. “I found that my powers were more suited to that path than the others. But I am more than capable of dealing damage when necessary.”

Athena shrugs at his defensiveness. “Nothing wrong with that. As for the damage dealing I believe that, considering a good chunk of holy paladin healing does come from damage. Like from Judgement and Holy Shock.” Her eyes turn up from her wine glass to his face. “I can’t say I’ve ever met a Zandalari face-to-face before though. You guys are tall, like ten feet.”

Thanagor bristles slightly at her words. “Didn’t your kind kill King Rastakhan? My king? I find it hard to believe you have never met a Zandalari before until me.”

Her eyes narrow at Thanagor as she gets defensive herself. “I wasn’t there in Zandalar. I was in Stormwind the entirety of the Fourth War. I didn’t see a Zandalari troll until I came to the Shadowlands for the first time for my assigned duty.” There’s an air of tension between the two as she turns away from his gaze to down a good portion of the wine in her goblet. The silence between the two was deafening, only broken up by Denathrius and his generals' speaking strategy near the throne.

A soft sigh escapes Athena’s lips as her eyes remain on Denathrius and the generals. She quietly speaks up, clearly over the small disagreement her and Thanagor had a few moments ago. “I have no idea what they’re talking about most of the time. It’s nice to have someone here with me to keep me company.”

The blue eyes of the Zandalari flicker over to the strategy table that Denathrius and the generals are sitting at, listening in to the discussion after Athena pointed them out. He doesn’t fully understand what they’re saying, just like her. His eyes then flicker back down to Athena. “I can’t understand them at all either. You must have been terribly bored.” He trails off a bit to look back at the three talking. “But I suppose it’s nice to have someone to keep you company, even if you have a little spat with them occasionally.”

Athena chuckles softly in amusement as she takes another sip of the wine, her eyes back on Denathrius as he talks with conviction to his generals. “Seriously though, it is nice to have another mortal here with me. Especially a fellow holy paladin. Even with the… forcing of sexual activity, if you will.”

His gaze softens as he looks down at her as he shifts uncomfortably in his stance. “Yeah, it’s…” He shakes his head and sighs. “I like men. Being forced to be with you is not what I want at all.
I don’t want to join in on the Den of Mortal Delights or be killed so anything I say or do is completely a front to keep the Sire happy. Keep that in mind for next time, Athena.”

She looks up at him, her own expression somber. “I don’t hate or blame you, Thanagor. You’re doing what you need to survive this place, just like I am.” Tears threaten to fall out of the corner of her eyes as she turns away from Thanagor, gently rubbing them away with the back of her hand. “Sometimes I think death would be nice. All of my guildmates are dead. I was supposed to go out on a date with one of them after we killed Sire Denathrius.”

Thanagor’s heart breaks at her confession. He wants to give her a hug, but knows he can’t do that in risk of incurring the wrath of Sire Denathrius. “I’m sorry to hear that. If it helps you at all I left my lover behind in Zandalar. I know he’s worried sick about me and it pains me that I can’t do anything about it.”

“What’s his name, Thanagor?” Athena asks quietly as her emotions settle down.

“Harr’ukh.” He says with a soft, bitter smile on his face. “The fiercest warrior I have ever met. He was so reckless, constantly getting injured. And it was my dumb ass constantly healing and patching him up. Naturally, we fell in love. I planned on asking him to marry me before… all of this.” He gives out a bitter chuckle, clearly bothered and upset from not being able to contact Harr’ukh. “What was your guy's name?”

“Bruce. A Pandaren monk. He was a bit weird, but in a charming way at least for me. I didn’t know he liked me until a few moments before we fought Denathrius. And then…” She shrugs as she wipes another tear from her face. “Denathrius kills him and my guildmates. Leaving me alone in the world wondering what could have potentially been.”

They both sit in awkward silence, both reeling over their respective lovers over what could have been if they weren’t a part of the rebellion in Revendreth. The thoughts are derailed as the door to the throne room slams open, commanding the attention of all the occupants inside of it. “Unhand me or I’ll make you regret it!” A gritty female voice rings out into the room as a few stoneborn trail in, one holding the source of the voice.

The stoneborn walked up to Sire Denathrius and his generals, doing his best to keep the writhing person in his grip. “Sire! We caught this Maw Walker trying to free others from the Den of Mortal Delights!”

Denathrius’ gaze snaps towards the stoneborn and the struggling Maw Walker in his grasp. He looks unamused, his expression cold and calculating as he’s upset his strategy meeting with his generals was disturbed. “Is that so?” He says, his voice smooth and dangerous. “And what exactly are you doing here, little Maw Walker?”

Athena’s eyes study the Maw Walker, taking in her form. She could tell it was a monk, given by her stature and green skin. But there’s something familiar about her hair, tattoos, and voice that piqued her interest. She stood up from the chaise to walk over to the stoneborn who was holding onto the orc. Thanagor’s eyes go wide, noticing Athena was moving away from the chaise. “Athena, no!” He whispers urgently as he follows her towards the stoneborn.

Taking notice of her movement Denathrius’ eyes narrow. She knows she’s not allowed to interrupt his meetings but he can see that she’s observing the orc. A small smirk plays on his lips as he realizes she must recognize the captive. “You know this one, I take it?” He asks, his tone amused.

“Remove her mask.” Athena demands, her eyes unblinking as her and the orc continue to stare at each other.

Denathrius raises an eyebrow at her command, clearly amused by her assertiveness rather than being upset at her demand. He gestures for the stoneguard to remove the mask anyway, curious to see the orc’s face. The stoneguard obliges his master, ripping the white mask off to reveal the orc’s face beneath. She glares defiantly at Denathrius and the stoneguards, but her expression softens when she turns back to Athena.

She takes a few steps closer to the orc to get a closer look. Her expression softens as well as she finally pinpoints on who this orc was. “... Etaror?”

The orc’s eyes widen in surprise as she recognizes Athena. She struggles against the stoneborn’s grip for a moment, but it’s futile. “Y-you…” She stammers out, her voice strained with surprise. “You’re still alive…”

Athena reaches her hand out and gently caresses Etaror’s cheek. “I am… and you’re still the short-tempered monk I met in Oribos, I see.”

Etaror flinches at Athena’s touch, her face twisting into a scowl. But there’s a hint of softness in her eyes, a mix of surprise and something else that she was trying to hide from Athena. “Don’t touch me.” She snaps, her voice lacking the usual venom.

Obeying Etaror’s wishes Athena retracts her hand, placing it by her side in a closed fist. “... why did you come here to this cursed place?” She whispers softly.

The orc monk’s voice is low and defiant as she replies back. “I came to free the prisoners in the Den of Mortal Delights. I couldn’t just leave them to suffer under the cruelty of Sire Denathrius.”

Denathrius watches the exchange between the two Maw Walkers with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. He’s clearly intrigued by their history together, but he says nothing, allowing the conversation to continue. Thanagor simply stands several feet behind Athena, allowing her to have this interaction with a fellow member of the Horde.

There’s a short pause in the conversation between Athena and Etaror as Athena collects her thoughts. She would love to help Etaror, to help the others and maybe Thanagor escape Castle Nathria, but it would be useless. She holds no power underneath Sire Denathrius, especially when the Light inside her was still submissive towards him. “I wish the circumstances were different for our reunion, Etaror.” Athena sighs out.

Her expression softens slightly at Athena’s words, a flicker of something akin to regret in her eyes. But she quickly hardens her gaze again, trying to hide any vulnerability. “Yeah, well, life is full of disappointments, huh?” Etaror grits out, her voice dripping with bitterness.

With a flick of her wrist and a shake of her head Athena addresses the stoneborn holding onto Etaror. “Release her.”

The stoneborn looks uncertain at Athena, clearly not expecting a command from her. He glances up at Denathrius, seeking his approval before following through with her request. Denathrius smirks, amused by the situation. He nods to the stoneborn, giving him permission for him to release the orc. “Very well,” He says, his voice laced with amusement. “Let her go.” Reluctantly, the stoneborn loosens his grip on Etaror, allowing her to stand on her own two feet. He steps back, keeping a wary eye on her as she regains her balance.

Athena takes a look at Etaror’s outfit. It’s an outfit curated by the few remaining rebels out there trying to squash Sire Denathrius’ reign over Revendreth, clearly meant for stealth. “This is a stark contrast to that beautiful sarong you were wearing when we met, Etaror.” She says out loud, trying to keep the conversation going.

“Yeah, well, things change.” Etaror snaps with a scowl on her face, her expression darkening. “I’ve had to adapt to my surroundings.”

“Me too.” Athena says with a soft voice as Etaror takes in her outfit, her gaze raking over the opulent fabrics and intricate design along with the several pieces of jewelry.

Etaror raises an eyebrow, clearly noticing the difference from Athena’s usual paladin attire. “So it seems. Looks like you’ve been enjoying the Venthyr’s hospitality.” Her eyes rake over Athena’s outfit again, taking notice of Athena fidgeting with the collar around her neck. She’s perceptive enough to realize that there’s obviously more to her situation that she can visually see as she tries to read between the lines. “You’re not here by choice, are you Athena?” Her voice low and cautious, trying not to alert Sire Denathrius or the generals of their conversation.

She leans into Etaror’s ear as Denathrius is distracted by his generals. “The Light in me submits to his will. I cannot leave even if I wanted to. He’s keeping me as a pet and using the Light as a font of newfound power.” Etaror’s eyes widened in surprise at the revelation. She glances as Denathrius for a moment as her jaw clenched tightly in anger. “I’m going to try and convince Denathrius to let you go free. But you have to promise me you’ll leave Revendreth and never return. You have a kid, Etaror. He can’t live without his mom.”

The orc’s eyes widen, her heart clenching at the thought of her son and her husband. “I promise, I won’t return.” Etaror mutters out as she tries to stay strong.

Denathrius watches their exchange, a smirk playing on his lips as he observes their interaction. “I see you two are quite… familiar with each other, mouse.” He muses, his voice smooth and taunting.

Athena turns away from Etaror to face Denathrius who is still on his throne. “Yes, master. We met in Oribos a while ago.”

“Oh, really?” He says, his smirk widening as he raises an eyebrow, clearly interested in their history together. “And what sort of relationship did you two have?”

“Friends.” Athena says plainly, knowing she is speaking the truth. “Nothing more. She has a husband and child at home in Orgrimmar.”

Denathrius’ eyes flicker over to Etaror, who has exchanged her scowl for a sad expression, hoping Athena can talk her way into letting her go. “I’d… I’d like it if you showed her mercy, master.” Athena stutters slightly as she tries to find the words to say to Denathrius. “SHe promised me she would leave Revendreth and never return.”

He feigns a look of contemplation, as if considering his pet’s request. But his smirk betrays his true intentions. “Oh, I don’t know…” He says with false sincerity in his voice. “I might have to keep her in the Den of Mortal Delights. She’s quite spirited and rebellious, and I would love to see my army break that.”

The waterworks start in Athena’s eyes as she moves closer to Denathrius. “Master, please. She’s my friend. Let her go.”

The smirk continues on Denathrius’ face at the sight of Athena’s tears, enjoying the fact he’s causing her pain. He leans in close, grabbing her by the arm to pull her in between his legs as he sits. “Ah, there’s those tears I was waiting for,” He murmurs condescendingly. His large finger wipes away the first tear that falls. “You’re so much more beautiful when you’re upset. But you should be used to crying by now, considering how often you do it, mouse. It’s almost pathetic.”

Athena’s voice is strained with emotions as she sniffles. “I-I haven’t cr-cried in over a month…”

His hand grips around her chin as he brings his face in closer to hers. “Ah, but you’re crying now, aren’t you?” He mocks. “And it’s all because of your precious little friend. You care for her so deeply, don’t you?”

“... Y-Yes…”

Denathrius licks a salty tear away from her face with a sadistic grin. “You know what to do, pet.” He says coldly as he lets go of her chin.

Immediately Athena gets on her knees in front of him, her hands gripping onto his thighs. She looks up at him with a tear-stained face, her eyes full of submission. “Please, master. Let her go. I’ll do anything.”

He lets out a heavy sigh, feigning a look of reluctance. “Very well. I suppose I can let her go… on one condition.” The back of his finger gently strokes her wet face. “You will have to promise me something in return then,” He says, his voice taking on a seductive tone. “Something… intimate. Just you and me, mouse.”

“Yes! Yes, I’ll do it. Please, just let Etaror go…”

His gaze turns away from Athena’s begging over to the stoneborn near Etaror. “Escort the orc to the nearest flight master. If she is to return at all she is joining the Den of Mortal Delights with no room for argument.” The stoneborn quickly grab a hold of Etaror, dragging her away despite her protests and struggles. Denathrius grabs Athena by the arms, pulling her up into his lap as Thanagor continues to watch from afar.

“You’re going to sit with me until this meeting with my generals is over, and then your body will be mine until I’m satisfied.”