A/N: Hi guys! I'm sorry it took so long to update to the next chapter. I had to wait for the stories counter part to be written before I could start on this. To read the counter part, please go here: s/9877615/4/The-joys-of-a-Death-Knight
WARNING: There is going to be some brutal lemons in this chapter between boy and boy and RAPE! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
Also: I know, this is very lore-breaking, and this would never happen. I understand that. This is simply for my own literate pleasure. Please no raging. ;-;
Enjoy!
Sephique watched the ghoul with a disgusted look, the Night elf having disappeared behind the cold frozen door. A state of panic starts to build up in his cold and pale form, scooting back away to hold onto the wound given to him from the large Night elf named Rosked. His breath is cold, and he also notices that his hair has changed from its normal blonde color, to an adorning vibrant and illuminant silver. He can barely remember anything, especially of his past, and who he really is.
The ghoul moved closer to him to abide the Night elf's wishes, but Sephique wasnt about to allow the ghoul so easily 'prepare' him. He scoots back and away into the corner, holding onto himself, hissing out, "Stay away from me!"
The ghoul tilted its dumb head at him, making a grunting sound before the door opened, a chilling presence taking over the room. Seph's eyes and long elven ears perk, watching the ghoul as it begins to turn around before a sword suddenly is driven into the ghoul. Blood spurts forward, and Seph's eyes widen as he watches the deformed being fall to the ground as the runeblade is pulled back.
The runeblade draws back to its owner, singing in a deathly sound that made Seph's cold skin crawl in fear. His azure eyes fall upon the man who owns the blade.
"Welcome..." the voice echoed. Cold and threatening it was. The heavily armored man stepped forward towards Seph, each step seeming to take eternity.
Seph grabs ahold of his head, pushing himself further into the corner in fear. Where am I?! Who is this?! What is he talking about? He couldnt wrap his lost mind around it. He could hear the runeblade being sheathed, almost taking a breath of relief that he wouldnt be injured just as he was before from the Night elf.
But he quickly regrets his relief, a large, strong and plated hand reaching down to grab the Elf's silver hair and pull him upwards onto his feet. Sephique screams out in pain, holding onto his wounded stomach as his eyes look up into the misting azure eyes that belong to the human Death Knight. His legs quake, almost unable to hold himself up.
A moment of silence, before the human Death Knight's eyes seemingly move to look at the wound, "Silverfang has already defiled his precious toy... He will pay for such an act."
Seph couldnt muster up himself to speak any words to the man. He felt tiny underneath him, like an insignificant bug cowering at the sight of a bird. He could only watch with terrified and uneasy eyes as hes held by his long silver hair by the larger being.
Only a moment later, the Death Knight suddenly used his free hand to grab Seph's arm, tugging the weakened and naked Blood elf forward, carelessly stepping over the ghoul that had been killed and opening the door. Cold air rushed into Seph's already cold and dead face, but the elf curiously looked out to see just exactly where he is.
Seph gulped nervously, any feelings of rebellion quickly being washed away as he follows close behind the large and heavily armored Death Knight. He watched closely around, seeing only furnishes of death and decay, ghouls running about, Death Knights of different races mounted on their just as dead chargers, spiders of magnitude size hanging from the walls. He kept close to the Death Knight, only in fear that one of the abominations may kill him, and the human seemed to take him somewhere hes obviously wanted.
After treading the halls for some amount of time, they eventually came to a large door. The Death Knight waited in front of the door, as if waiting for some kind of clearance before opening the doors, the sound of death creaking as the door moved inward to reveal the contents of the room. The walls adorned with skulls, black and blue run along the walls to set a chill within Seph's bones.
The two proceeded forward before the human bows his head, pulling Seph forward so he crumbles to the ground in front of him.
The figure in front of him was large, a human as well, but adorned with armor that looked like none other in the citadel. In his hands sat a blade that seemed to sing with death, echoing a voice that constantly ran through Seph's head.
The human behind him bowed, "I bring you the toy you wished for, my King."
"Very good.." The echoing voice hummed, "Now leave."
The Death knight said no more before turning and quickly stepping out of the room with obedience, the door closing heavily behind him.
Seph could only release a short breath as he watched the man in front of him, watching as he slowly rose to his feet from what looked like a tattered, and disease ridden bed. His eyes slowly widened as he realized who he was looking upon. The man who had risen him from the dead to serve in life once more. The Lich King.
Although no blood ran through his body, he trembled in fear as the horror steps towards him.
Terror runs through Seph's mind, thinking his life may just come to an end here once more. He closes his eyes, not wanting to witness his own demise once again before he hears the Lich King's voice, clear and unmuffled by the ancient helm once set upon his head. "Stand before me, Sephique Zvoldr."
The elf blinked, having not expected to hear the voice of the human King in it clearest form, even in death. His hands ball up into fists, gritting his teeth down before he slowly, and unsteadily got to his feet, feeling exposed.
What the King did next startled Seph, rising his large plated hands up to remove a gauntlet. His fingers move down, and suddenly start to finger and touch Seph's nether regions. The only response he can give is a heated breath, suddenly finding his body flaring up in an intoxicating heat.
The King grinned, "Just as I expected.."
Seph could only breath out, "What..?"
The human leaned down towards his pointed ear, "Your fighting skills were worth nothing to me... But you are quite the heavenly looking spoils.. I figured, instead of simply slaying you once again, I would make you into something that I could play with. To use. To abuse. So as you were risen, I commanded my necromancers to place a spell on you. A spell that would cause your cold and dead body to heat up to my touch, so that you can scream like the whore you will become." The King grinned, "Oh dont worry, my beautiful Sephique.. You will live to serve me... To serve as my toy and show-thing in bed."
Seph's eyes remained widened. He wouldnt even be able to continue his existence fighting. He wouldnt have any kind of dignity. Hes not even sure he'd be considered a 'Death knight'. The thought scared the Blood elf to no ends, and any thoughts of resistance quickly escaped his thoughts.
The King continued to touch and fondle his nether region in the front, causing the Blood elf to emit a beautiful sounding moan, and making him lean back. The King had to reach forward and grab his back just so that he wouldnt fall back. A strange grin remains twisted on his face, and he hums out, "You will bloom for me, like the beautiful Frozen Flower you are."
Seph suddenly found his blood flowing once again, causing this intense warmth within in. It was like he was alive, but his heart refused to beat for him. He found himself scooped up into the arms of the King himself, the man turning to walk back to the tattered bed which Seph could only assume played one purpose: to consummate.
The King throws Seph onto the bed before starting to climb onto his new precious toy. Seph's eyes remain wide in fear, trying to scoot back and away from him. The King didnt even seem to bother with any of his armor, except his gauntlets, and proceeded to run his hands on Seph's warm hips, causing the elf to emit a shrill cry. But his cry wasnt in pain. No, it was intense pleasure hitting him like a kodo. A confused sound escapes Seph's lips in the process, in which the King enlightens him, "During this state, my Frozen Flower, your skin becomes much much more.. Sensitive to the touch."
Seph watches as the King lowers his head and begins to lick around his regions, purposely avoiding them. The elf, unable to contain his fear any longer finally screams out, "No! No! No!"
The King pulls his head up, misty azure eyes watching him with a glare behind his long snow-white hair. It was clear that the Lich King wanted total and complete obedience from his new toy. Seph scrambles to get away from him, in a frantic state before large hands are brought up to clutch his small wrists, the King pulling himself up so hes eye to eye with him.
"You will obey me, my Frozen Flower. Or I will use... Methods to force your submission."
Seph wriggled in his grasp, but his resistance diminished in a heart-beat. Afraid of the methods the King speaks of, he figures enduring once would be better than suffering for a much longer time.
And so, the foreplay commenced.
Short sounds constantly escaped Seph's lips, both of which were moans of pleasure, or groans of pain and resistance. The whore's wrists were tied up above his head, and his eyes were blinded by a blindfold. Seph had also found his ankles cuffed, and risen up into the air by rope and held apart. It wasnt for Seph's futile for resistance, more for the Lich King's pleasure to view his Frozen Flower in such a whorish, submissive state.
The King had tortured him for hours with foreplay, caressing and warming his skin only to draw away and watch the Blood Elf wreath in demand to be pleasured. The King watched him with devious eyes, watching as the helpless elf's body shook, and his breaths came out in heavy heated gasps and moans.
Already, Seph had released his seed onto himself four times, his stomach stained with his own white liquid. He could sense that the Lich King was slowly starting to slip, finding himself fall into a lust, which somewhat scared the crap out of Seph. He could not imagine the King taking out his built up lust on him.
His hopes were completely smashed when the King finally decided to release his aching member. Seph, unable to see the size, isnt able to anticipate how much pain hes about to be in, especially being an anal virgin.
Fingers run across his ass and around his hole, causing the Blood elf to lean his head back and release a hot moan. The King licks his lips, positioning himself before he pushes sharply into Seph's tight canal.
Pain strikes Seph to his very core, his back arching to the best of his capabilities, screaming at the top of his lungs as hes entered so hastily. He tries to pull apart the bindings, but he finds it futile as his canal is further intruded on, the King pushing further and further inside him slowly.
As soon as he reaches a point, the King stops, and Seph releases heavy breaths as his naked form quivers beneath the massive human. Slowly, the member starts to retreat out of his canal, in which Seph believes hes going to remove himself out of mercy.
But that thought is quickly abandoned as the Lich King slams into him, causing the elf to scream out again and claw at the bed. Slowly yet surely, the King starts to ride him, thrusting in and out, in and out. Seph's body is rocked back and forth in the process, his legs held in place by the cuffs supported by the rope.
Seph can feel the Lich King swelling larger and larger inside him, blood seeping out from his hole from the lack of lubrication. Pain unfolds within his wrecked body till a small hinge of pleasure starts to creep on him as a spot is constantly hit with the swaying of the King. As the spot is rubbed more and more, Seph finds himself falling deeper into pleasure, and less in pain.
Moans sing from the Elf now, his silver hair strewn on the bed and glowing with vibrance, and water-falling over the edge of the tattered bed like a stream. His moans were absolutely angelic, which seemed to drive the King further and further as he plunged balls deep into Seph.
It seems the King himself couldnt hold for very long before releasing himself deep inside Seph, releasing a heavy moan himself. Seph filled up quickly, spilling out from his hole as the King pulled himself free of Seph. He lifted himself up from him, taking a heavy sigh. Seph could only assume he stuffed his member back into his plated leg guards, as he remained silent for a moment before releasing Seph's ankles from the cuffs, allowing his legs to drop and curl into himself.
All he could hear the Lich King say was, "That was good.." Before he stood up from the tattered bed, grabbing Frostmourne, and leaving the room, the large door closing with a deathly bang.
Seph remains limp, his body quaking, and his behind pulsating. Blood and a certain liquid drip from his behind, revealing evidence of the King's doing. Seph cant even find the strength to release himself from the bonds wrapped around his wrists or remove the blindfold.
His body cools down quickly, his blood flow quickly coming to a halting stop.
Tears flow down his cheek from under the blindfold.
Hes the secret whore of the King of the Dead.