((Sure. I love the story))
"True. But you are Tiff, and you worship me like a god," Alex said, and hugged her. "We are wife, and husband, true, but it is not official. More a simple title, then anything real. True, I love her, as I love Lillia. But I think I might love you the most. Just don't tell the others. They'll get jealous," he smiled, before kissing her cheek.
(Its un edited and incomplete but this is how the next one will be starting)
A soft yawn wafted through the air in Alexander’s room. The gentle sound emanated from the Champion’s own bed, where an impossibly small figure lay. Alexander was a very large man, and since he was a Saxon, he enjoyed his women as much as his wine and his bed was thus very large. And so it is not hard to imagine how someone as small as Elva would look in it.
Elva was tucked into the center of the bed, sharing it with no one but herself. The only part of her that was not covered in the thick red velvet sheets was her head, which was surrounded by an assortment of large velvety pillows, which only added to the affect, making the small cat breed seem more like a cute doll rather than an actual person.
Of course, none of this bothered Elva in the least, she was used to being small, even in her own kingdom. She slowly opened her eyes, lavishing in the warmth and softness that surrounded and caressed her naked body. She had been dreaming of the pleasures her new master had shown her the previous night, and how much greater they were than any other she had ever felt. She also dreamed of her master, the mysterious War Champion Alexander.
Alexander had killed her father and aided in her enslavement, but he was not like all the other Saxons she had seen and met on her way to the castle. He was strangely handsome, and although he was tough, and very strict, the Champion seemed to have a tenderness about him that comforted Elva. He looked so strangely elven, but at the same time he was too large to be one of the fair folk. Even if he somehow was an elf of some sort, Saxons didn’t like elves, and elves didn’t like Saxons, they were nearly opposites. This air of mystic only added to Elva’s curiosity as she pondered her master, and If nothing else, Elva was a curious girl.
As she opened her eyes, she very much expected to find her master nearby, but as she scanned the room from her warm little perch, she found no one at all. This sent nervous waves down Elva’s spine. She didn’t like being alone. Naturally, Cat breeds were social creatures, they didn’t like being alone regardless of who they were. But this was particularly true for Elva, who had nearly been kidnapped several times in her kingdom when she had been left alone.
She looked around once more before swallowing tensely. “Master?” She called out, staying in her little perch on the bed. “Master are you here?” She called again, her tail flicking anxiously beneath the covers as she awaited a response. There was no answer to be had, the room was empty.
Suddenly, the door began to open, a loud creak announcing someone’s entrance into the room. Elva sank deeper into her pillows as she watched the door open slowly. “Master?” She whispered timidly, fear building up in her chest as she tried to make herself disappear into the bed.
“Yes my pet?” Alexander said as he stepped in, not bothering to look at her as he took his coat and hung it on a hunting trophy. Elva’s heart leaped and soared as the wave of relief hit her. “Master!” She said happily as she jumped out of the bed and to his feet almost in one movement. She leaned up against his leg, nuzzling and licking him, happy she was not alone anymore and that it was her master who would protect her.
Alexander cracked a smile at this. “Well, it would seem someone is feeling very affectionate.” He said as he walked over to his bed and sat down to undo his boots. Elva blushed and jumped onto the bed next to him. “Do you like it?” He asked her as he took off his first boot, still not bothering to spare her more than a glance. Elva gave him a puzzled look and shyly responded, “The bed? Oh, it was very warm master, thank you so much!” She blushed with each word, knowing she was naked, and making a little effort to cover herself, her hands trying their best to cover up her breasts and pussy.
Alexander shook his head as he discarded his last boot and said “Stop that.” He looked at her and moved her hands away from her body. “And what I meant was this.” He said as he pointed at her neck. Her puzzled expression returned and she reached up to feel what was there. She felt rough black leather press against her fingers and her eyes widened a little. She jumped off the bed and ran over to a mirror to get a look. Around her neck was now a black leather collar with “Elva” Stitched into the side in gold. The inside of the collar had a layer of soft cloth that made it very comfortable and it was not even that tight.
Elva turned around, looking at it from every angle. “I like it master!” She said cheerfully, finding the color and the quality to be more than she had expected. “You are my slave, I don’t dress my slaves cheaply.” Alexander said with an amused grin. He was very fond of Cat breeds, and this was one of the reasons. He patted the bed next to him and said “Come slave. We have some business to attend to.” Elva jumped back onto the bed and squeaked in surprise as Alexander picked her up and began to kiss her lips.
She moaned softly and closed her eyes, opening her mouth for his tongue passage past her quivering lips. He took advantage of this and dominated her mouth for several seconds before slowly pulling back. “Master I…Ahhh…” Elva moaned softly as he began to kiss down her neck, leaving a trail of kisses and licks all the way down to her nipples. As he did this he massaged her body with his hands, electing more moans and purrs from her. Elva surrendered instantly to him, allowing him to do with her as he pleased.
Strong, skilled fingers played across Elva’s back as her master’s mouth captured her right nipples between his lips and his tongue began to lash at her sensitive peak with almost cruel urgency. His hands soon traveled down to her tender rear and began to knead the soft flesh, causing Elva to arch her back cutely as she moaned and purred to Alexander’s sexual assault. His mouth began to softly suck and an electric bolt of pleasure suddenly shot up the timid cat girl’s spine. Elva closed her eyes tightly and blushed hard, but still she wanted more.
And then she was on the bed and not being attended to. “Like I said slave.” Alexander said as he stood up to get some other cloths. “We have business to attend to.” He smiled as he watched Elva whither on the bed, blushing and mewing softly, still in the midst of her own pleasure. Yet still she did not touch herself, and gave a trembling nod to her master as soon as she was able to collect her thoughts.
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Tiff blushed and snuggled into her master, closing her eyes and hoping he would deem it right to hold her. She was so soft and cute, and her hair was so soft and fragrant, she was the prefect hugable slave. "Master loves me...." she whispered softly as she tried to get some rest.
((Cool. I wonder what buisness Alexander's talking about.
Hunter: Grace's and my wedding, I hope!
Good job on the chapter. Looks good so far!))
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((Timeskip?))
"I will always love you, my dear Tiff," Alex promised, and kissed her lips once more, holding her close to him.
Tiff moaned and curled up in his embrace, feeling his warm skin on her own. "Master...please love me.." She whispered somewhat sadly as she finally fell into sleep. She hoped he would love her enough to keep her, love her enough to protect her. But she would understand if he did not. She was just one Tiff, she was hardly worth anything in her own eyes.
(Sure, but are you going to make that new character? I would like to knew since the auction is only one day long, or night long, whatever.)
((Hmm....I guess not. I don't really feel like making another one. Sorry))
(Is OK, can you make the morning post?)
((Sure))
MASTER! MASTER! Please, don't let Tiff die! Don't let her die!" Tiff begged as a shadowed being held a sword to her neck.
"NO! NO! Tiff...God no....TIFF!" Alex screamed as the blade sliced at the Dark Elf's neck, beheading her. "No...NO!" he cried as he watched the head of his love fall from the corpse's neck, and hit the ground. "NOOOOO!"
Alex awoke with a scream, and he quickly rose. H was in a cold sweat, and his body ached. "Dear god..." he sighed, rubbing her temples. He quickly looked around, rubbing the sleep from his eyes to see if he woke anyone due to his scream.
Tiff stared at him from bellow him, frightened and curled up, tears in her eyes. Lillia poked her head up from the side of the bed, having ducked for cover when Alex woke her up. Tiff cried softly beneath him "T-Tiff is sorry....Tiff will be good." She sobbed softly, curled up into the fetal position, shaking with fear. "Master did you have a nightmare?" Lillia asked, worriedly. "Tiff will be better....Tiff promises." the dark elf next to him cried, frightened to hell an back by not only Alex's scream, but by how he had yelled "No! No! Tiiff....god no....Tiff!" She had thought he was yelling at her and she didnt know what to do at all, didnt know what she was doing wrong. She curled up like anything she might do was toxic and cried softly as she apologized over and over.
Alex breath in very slowly and let out a sigh. "Yes...A nightmare...A...very bad nightmare," he sighed. He then heard a certain dark elf's tears and looked down. "Tiff? Oh no, Tiff..." he said, seeing her cry and apologize. "Tiff, there, there, it's okay. You didn't do anything wrong. Master had a...a horrible nightmare. It's not your fault, only mine....All mine....Don't apologize, I should. I'm sorry, Tiff."
"Master, are you-"
"I'm fine, Rose...I'm fine. I'm sorry I woke you girls up," Alex sighed as he hugged Tiff, trying to calm her down.
Tiff began to calm down and cried softly into his arms. "D-Dont be sad master." She finally said softly, hugging him back timidly. "Master...today that man comes right? To take me away?" She asked in a small voice, fear completely clear in her voice. Lillia bit her lip and rubbed her arm. She knew what was going to happen to Tiff, roughly at least. She had been trained from birth by that man, it was the reason she was such a good slave. But Tiff was...not born into being a slave, and captured Dark elves usually couldn't get any better than this. Arkurus would be coming by today, more than likely, to pick up Tiff....or Kill Alex and then pick up Tiff. He or IT was not someone to be refused.