Fan Fiction ❯ Ava ❯ Chapter 3

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Ava Three

 

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General Zarchast's `transport' was a gleaming black carriage bigger than Ava's sleeping cell. It was pulled by two large animals Ava realized must be horses. They snorted and stomped strange, metallic feet as Ava and his new Master approached. The General stopped to stroke the nose of the first giant beast and murmured soothing words to it. Mildly frightened, Ava skirted around the alien creatures and stood by the door to carriage. He was more than a little unsure of what he should do, now. Should he wait for his Master tell him what to do or would he be expected to open the carriage door for him, as a servant might?

 

Fortunately Zarchast decided the matter for him before Ava could panic. The dark haired demon reached over Ava's head, pulled the carriage door open and gently pushed Ava into the lightless interior. He had to help Ava up the tall first step, as the slave's legs were too short to reach. Embarrassed, Ava sat awkwardly on one of the heavily padded seats and almost slid to the floor.

 

“There is no reason to be so nervous, little one, I have no intention of harming you.”

 

Ava chewed his lip and risked a glance up at his Master but averted his eyes quickly. He had met his Master's eyes without meaning to, an offence his former teachers would have punished with a beating.

 

“And you most certainly needn't do that.” A large hand cupped Ava's chin and tilted his face up. “You are very beautiful, you know. Why do you choose to hide your face from me, hmm?”

 

Ava forced himself to look into the other's eyes and felt himself pulled inexorably into liquid golden depths. Then he remembered he was supposed to be answering something… “It, ah, was the will of our Masters…Master. I am sorry.”

 

The General frowned. “There is no need to be sorry, Ava. Your actions are not your doing.” He made a disgusted face. “Your `Masters' anger me more by simply existing than your shyness ever could.”

 

“Y..yes, Master.” Ava whispered, confused. The Masters angered Zarchast? What could this mean? Ava was given no time to ponder the matter, however, as his Master had other plans.

 

“But that is beside the point.” He continued. “You are mine now, and that is all that matters.” Strong arms slid around Ava's shoulders and he was pulled into leather-clad lap. “I did not take you from to simply take you from them. I plan to put you to good use…” Teeth pulled lightly at Ava's softly furred ear as long fingered hands slid under his clothing.

 

Ava moaned involuntarily at the gentle treatment. He loved having his ears touched and he was more than enjoying the fingers squeezing his sensitive nipples. “Oh…” Ava sighed as his Master's mouth left his ears and slid to his neck, nipping and tasting.

 

“You have the sweetest skin, small one, you taste of honey.”

 

Zarchast moved from Ava's neck to his chest, pushing away the clinging fabric of his blouse. He gasped when sharp teeth closed on his nipple and whimpered when his Master began to pet him through his skirt.

 

“Master…please…”

 

“Shh, little one, you must sit still.” The General's hands slid around his hips and encircled Ava's ass, squeezing. “If you do not stop making such lovely sounds, I may lose control and take you here in the carriage.”

 

Ava did his best to obey his Master but keeping his lips sealed became increasingly difficult as Zarchast's agile fingers began to stroke his entrance.

 

“Ah!” I surprised gasp escaped Ava as one long finger slid inside him unexpectedly. He wiggled helplessly in his Master's grasp as he was stroked slowly from the inside. Zarchast carefully inserted another finger and began to grope for Ava's prostate. Not that he needed to find it to drive Ava wild: the barest movement of his imbedded fingers sent shocks of pleasure throughout the slender slave's body.

 

Ava had begun to move his hips against his Master's questing fingers impatiently when the carriage suddenly shuddered to a halt. Zarchast grumbled something unintelligible and withdrew his fingers from Ava before standing.

 

“We seem to have arrived.” He growled, clearly annoyed at having his fun interrupted. He leaned over Ava and rearranged his clothing to cover the little slave to give him some semblance of modestly. “I will show you my home and then you must eat. Did those lecherous `teachers' of yours feed you?”

 

Ava rose shakily to his feet and licked his dry lips, unsure of whether an answer was expected or not. Apparently it wasn't as Zarchast had already exited the carriage and was waiting for him in the damp grass.

 

Ava allowed himself to be lifted from the coach by his Master and set on his bare feet on the cool, wet turf. He surreptitiously wiggled his toes in the grass and reveled in the feel of the soft blades against his feet. He hoped his Master would let him outside during the daylight… The sun was a thing of great mystery to the slave who had lived indoors all his life. Perhaps he would even see some flowers, or a bird! The slaves who had come from outside the school compound, instead of being bred there, had regaled them with stories of lush meadows in `summer' and of birds that sang in the green, towering trees. Ava was very excited to see such new and wondrous things. If his Master willed it, that was.

 

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The General led Ava through what he assumed was a garden on the way to his home. There were plants of such size Ava had to tilt his head back to see the tops of them and other things to strange for Ava to describe. Zarchast `home' was a castle that reminded Ava of the school. Well, it was big, at least, and dark, but it had none of the forbidding air the school did. There were windows set into the walls and slender green plants growing all over the outside.

 

Ava was soon completely lost as his Master began to guide him through the halls of his fortress. There were so many twists and turns and branching corridors… Finally Zarchast opened the door to a room as large and lavishly furnished as Master Evron's suite had been. Again, an enormous bed dominated part of the room, this one covered in twice as many pillows and even more luxuriant furs. Mage lights of various colors lit the room casting an exotic glow over the hanging-dotted walls. Dark wooden furniture was scattered about the room, all upholstered with fine fabrics the likes of which Ava had only dreamed.

 

Zarchast ushered Ava into the room and closed the heavy door behind him. Ava's feet sank into rich, deep carpeting and he moved slowly into the middle of the room, unsure of himself. Zarchast marched into the room, kicking off his boots as he went. He seated himself on the bed with a groan and looked at Ava.

 

“Are you very hungry now, or might we finish our play in the coach?”

 

Ava was quite hungry but he knew his needs came last, most certainly after his Master's. “I am well, Master, what would you like of me?”

 

Zarchast's soulful eyes, dark with lust, slid over Ava's delicate body. “I think I would like you to dance for me, little one.” He purred, licking his lips.

 

Ava didn't hesitate to obey. Dancing was one of the few lessons he had truly enjoyed leaning at the Master's school. He took a moment to gather himself before starting into one of the seductive dances that had been his favorite. He moved sinuously towards his Master, moving arms and legs to the beat he set in his mind.

 

As he danced he lost all sense of where he was and what was going on around him, concentrating on his inner music completely. He was surprised into a stand still when strong hands caught his hips and he was pulled between muscular thighs.

 

“Did I say you could stop dancing, hmm?” Zarchast said, huskily, against Ava's ear. “You may continue where you are…”

 

And so Ava did. He danced against Zarchast slowly, undulating against his chest, clearly able to feel his Master's arousal. Zarchast groaned and began to kneed Ava's buttocks eagerly and kiss his neck. Ava gasped as his Master bit him forcefully and dragged him fully into his lap.

 

“While you dance beautifully, lovely one, I must stop you.”

 

“Yes, Master.” Ava murmured.

 

“Do not call me that.” Zarchast growled, biting Ava again. “Call me by my first name, Kael.”

 

“Yes, Mah, Kael…” Ava didn't wonder at his Master's strange command he was to busy rubbing himself against his lean chest.

 

Ava gave a breathless cry as his Master's fingers closed around his member. He writhed in ecstasy as Master…Kael caressed him lovingly. Gentle fingers tugged at the ring around the base of his cock and Ava stiffened. This was a moment of truth: would his Master remove the ring or leave Ava in agony forever? The answer came sooner than Ava expected.

 

“What is this vile thing?” Kael growled. “I had thought their existence a rumor. Have you truly never had it off, little one?”

 

Ava looked up at him with frightened eyes and shook his head.

 

Kael snarled and glared at the constricting piece of metal. “How may I remove it, then?” He demanded.

 

“You're supposed to will it off…I think.”

 

Kael scowled menacingly at Ava's private parts with a look of intense concentration on his face. Without any warning, that which had been an omnipresent piece of his body for as long as Ava had lived, was suddenly gone…just gone. There were no bells or whistles or even a puff of smoke. It was simply no longer in existence.

 

His Master gave a small sound of triumph and rewrapped Ava's still hard member in his hand. “You are softest here.” He murmured.

 

Ava flushed and turned his gaze away from the sight of his Master stroking his member. He could feel a pressure building inside him the likes of which he had never experienced before. He pushed up against Kael, squirming under his skilled hands frantically. He was on the verge of begging his Master to stop when he did something to distract Ava.

 

Without warning Kael flipped Ava onto his back on the plush bed and hovered above him. He crushed Ava's lips with his in a scalding kiss and slid his free hand around to grope Ava's backside. Ava sobbed with nearly unbearable pleasure as his Master slipped his fingers back inside of him and gripped his penis more tightly.

 

“Oh, Master…” Ava moaned as Kael released from the kiss and began to bite his neck lovingly.

 

Ava's entire body went ridged when Kael found his prostate. His breathe caught in his throat and he arched uncontrollably as the most incredible sensation seized his body. He was sure, momentarily, that the pleasure would stop his heart and he clutched frantically at his Master for support. The force of his first release was enough make him black out briefly and he wondered if this would always feel this way.

 

When he finally managed to make his eyes open again he became aware that his Master was laughing. Kael knelt above him, dark braided strands of hair falling in his face as he guffawed. “Gods, little one, I was afraid I'd killed you! Perhaps I should have warned you? How could you have brought so many men to this same release and not be able to withstand it yourself?” He continued to laugh even as he began to remove his remaining clothing.

 

The sight of his Master's naked manhood jolted Ava further out of his euphoric state and made him struggle into a sitting position.

 

Kael smiled at him and said with another laugh. “Now, there's no need for that, Ava, I liked you where you were.” He gently pushed Ava back onto the bed and moved to his knees above him. “Now it's my turn to find release. Though,” he said, looking at Ava's slender cock, which was already fully hardened, “I think you will be enjoying this as well.”

 

Now-familiar hands lifted Ava's hips as Kael shifted a firm pillow under Ava's bottom for support. Ava stared up at his Master with wide, trusting eyes. He knew now that Kael would not hurt him. His new Master would do everything in his power to make Ava's fist time with him pleasurable, Ava was sure of it.

 

Long fingers probed Ava once again and Kael moved his face back to Ava's neck to continue his earlier exploration. Ava sighed with pleasure and tentatively moved his hand into his Master's hair. Kael hummed against Ava's chest and the little slave could feel him smiling against his skin.

 

Ava's slender hips had begun to move again against his Master when a sudden noise startled him.

 

Someone was pounding on the heavy wooden door.

 

Kael snarled and rose from the bed angrily. He stomped to the door and yanked it open, still fully nude. “What in god's name do you want? I specifically told all of you to NOT disturb me!”

 

“I am sorry, my Lord,” A low hurried voice said. “But there is news from the front…you are needed.”

 

Kael shouted a curse and punched the doorframe. “How bad is it?” He demanded.

 

“Bad, my Lord.” The man whispered. “One of your commanders is dead.”

 

“Gods…” Kael groaned. “I will have to go, then.” The man opened his mouth to speak. “No! Do not tell me who it is, we will not waste time. Give me a few moments alone and then we shall go. Ready my horse, now!”

 

Kael slammed the door and stomped back to the bed. He looked down at Ava and heaved a sigh. “We will have to finish this later, little one. I must leave for some time. A day at most, I promise you. The servants will take good care of you. You must not hesitate to ask for things you want from them.” His eyes held Ava's. “You are special to me, even if we have just met. I wish for you to be happy…”

 

“Yes, Master.”

 

“Kael, dear one, my name is Kael. I am no one's Master.” He lent down and bestowed Ava with a deep, lingering kiss before turning abruptly on his heel and marching out the door.

 

Ava lay on the bed mildly taken aback. One moment his Master was preparing to take him next he was completely alone and at a loss for what to do. He bit his lip and slid backwards to the head of the bed and wrapped himself in the thick furs. He curled on his side and prayed the servants Kael had spoken of would come soon…he was very hungry.

 

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