Warcraft (Illidan/Kael)
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kinkfestTitle: Power Overwhelming
Author: Kelriia Frettlar (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Fandom: Warcraft
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springkink July 20th - 55. Warcraft, Illidan/Kael: Bondage - "You see these shackles, baby I'm a slave"
Disclaimer: So very much not mine.
Warnings: Yaoi, mansex, bondage-without-bondage (sorry...), touches of pain/blood play. Kael's ridiculous mental tangents, as usual. Magic addiction. Kael's over-use of the word "Master", because he's so much manbitch.
Pairings: Illidan/Kael
Summary: Kael swore his life, and the lives of his people, to a demon.
Note: This fic is totally soundtracked by the song Happiness in Slavery by Nine Inch Nails, and possibly the song Push by Matchbox Twenty.
Dedication to:baiminaxi, because she wanted to know what Kael and Illidan's first time was like; crabapplered, for the suggestions about Kael's characterization; and emerald_embers because she was patient in getting this. Zzz.
~ * ~
Kael peered into the Warden's cage, sympathy warring with fascination. He knew what it was like to be locked up -- hadn't Vashj saved him from that very fate? -- and Vashj had told him, promised him, that Illidan would free them from everything: from fear of the Alliance, from arcane magical addiction, and his case, free him from... something else.
Now, though, Illidan was bound in a cage. He was half-curled, his legs drawn up to his chest -- now that Kael was so close, he could see hooves and hair along the calves of Illidan's legs, arms with hands that ended in sharp talons and wings: massive, fully-functioning wings, bent and curved inside the cage's walls. He bore shackles too, as if somehow he could still be dangerous when magically knocked unconscious and caged.
"Can you free him?" Vashj asked, and he started. For an over-sized snake woman, she was certainly... silent. He nodded once.
"I believe I can. Is he..?" he began, uncertainly.
"Warden Shadowsong bears a grudge against him," Vashj said simply. "Foolish Night Elf, she was caged along with Lord Illidan, and so too was Illidan's brother Malfurion. All three of them spent much time beneath the world, waiting for their day to come."
"Hm, intriguing," Kael commented. Concentrating, he drew upon fire, as his Sunstrider ancestors had long done, and focused on the lock. Drawing on both his magic and his spellbreaker training, he shattered the lock, and the cage unraveled. Illidan slumped to the ground, and Kael reached to him, touching Illidan's cheek.
"Kael, I wouldn't--" Kylian began, and Kael shook his head. Kael could feel the power coiling from around him, coming off this not-quite-elven, not-quite-demonic creature in waves. He felt it then: Illidan was coming around.
"Lord Illidan," Kael began, shifting his posture to be respectful, as if he hadn't seen this magnificent, powerful creature at his weakest, most vulnerable moment. "My name is--"
"Dath'remar," Illidan muttered. "You feel just like... fire."
Kael simply stared at Illidan. "You knew my ancestor?" he asked wonderingly.
"He was one of the Highbourne," Vashj supplied quietly. "Like myself. He, however, did not stay in the service of Azshara, and instead survived the explosion of the Well of Eternity, only to be exiled much later."
Kael nodded silently, he knew the history of his people well. Illidan was standing now, stretching out his huge wings, which were even more impressive outside of the cage than in.
"I am Kael'thas Sunstrider, formerly of Azeroth. I am your humble servant." He knelt, and his people knelt with him. He kept an eye to Kylian, who was inclined to say something smart-assed if given the opportunity.
Kael swore himself, and all of his people to Illidan Stormrage. He could see that Kylian was beyond displeased, but then, Kylian had been displeased about being executed too. When Illidan beckoned him to join him and Vashj for discussions about strategy, he went, listening intently, and bringing advice to two ancient beings that was new and different.
It was then he began to watch Illidan, his eyes catching every movement of a being so graceful and yet completely blind. The first glances were about curiousity. Kael was not unfamiliar with the concept of men lusting after other men. Far from it; he'd had his share of male lovers. So, it didn't entirely surprise him when he found himself letting his eyes linger admiringly on Illidan's tall, muscled form. It wasn't just that he found Illidan attractive -- something about the power behind the taut, snapping wings, large curving horns and sharp, taloned hands that interested him.
When Kael bent to take Illidan into his mouth the first time, he'd convinced himself it was about power, nothing more. Illidan would provide a source of magic, untapped for the most part. The power of the demons. In return, Kael would serve Illidan however he wished. As his lips worked over the Betrayer's hardened cock, teasing it with his tongue, he believed firmly it was because of their second agreement, the one made after the first: Kael would syphon magic from the half-demon, half-kaldorei Lord of Outland, feeding his hunger for mana and in return, he would serve Illidan however he wished, and with absolute and utter loyalty.
He could have done his duty quietly, dispassionately. Instead, Kael stroked and encouraged, shuddering slightly at the feeling of Illidan's talons closing in on him, even as he felt Illidan's magic surging through his veins as Kael's mouth and tongue worked.
He'd never felt anything like it.
"Mine," Illidan growled as Kael pulled away. He tilted Kael's chin up, studying the magic deep within the elven prince's form. "You are mine."
"Yes, Master. I am yours." It was like the feeling of chains, drawing him ever closer. He had chosen this, the surrendering of his will to Illidan's. He was a slave... a slave to this being of immense, incredible power. "I will do whatever you wish." The feeling gave him a deep thrill.
"Lie down." Illidan ordered, Kael obeyed. Illidan was large, he dwarved Kael easily. Kael began to undress, but Illidan stopped him, choosing instead to remove each piece of clothing, the little frown on his face growing ever more irritated as he realized exactly how much the ruler of Quel'thalas actually wore. Kael couldn't laugh, but he did smile, shedding clothing onto the floor. Illidan touched him, fingers twisted and swollen by fel magic, tipped by sharp, talon-like nails. He traced his nails across Kael's skin, raising scratch marks, red against Kael's pale skin.
Kael watched him as he worked, tensing under the touches, watching Illidan dig in a little deeper, as if testing to see how much soft, delicate sin'dorei flesh could take. Kael could feel the tension coil within his own body as Illidan brought his talons lower, closer to the most tender areas of Kael's anatomy. Finally, the elven prince hissed.
His master smirked, and pressed his lips to the exact spot where he'd stopped, kissing and sucking. Kael gasped, eyes half-closing. Illidan's hands moved between Kael's legs, creating more deep scratches. Kael moaned as he shifted, wanting more -- more what? More pain? More of what only Illidan could give? -- and spread his legs. Illidan explored him, leaving gouges in his flesh which made him cry out.
"Master, I--" Kael began, biting back a moan. "Your talons are very--" He bucked his hips upwards, the muscles in his legs tensing.
"Prepare yourself thoroughly, then," Illidan told him, not releasing his thighs, and Kael had to reach around, using the oil he'd conjured to stretch himself, panting, wishing that-- "Enough," Illidan growled. "You are mine. Our bargain is unbreakable."
"Of c..course, Master," Kael managed, feeling Illidan poised over him. He suspected that, after signing over his free will and the lives of his people to the Betrayer, he'd be signing over his soul next, if only Illidan would -- he gasped, Illidan was pushing into him now -- "Master Illidan!"
Illidan growled low in his throat, and buried himself deep in Kael, beginning to thrust. The sweat slicked on Kael's skin lit a trail of fire along the scratches and cuts, the motion of Illidan's skin against his enhancing the effect. He felt like a living, breathing flame, panting and moaning as Illidan worked deeper -- funny, I expected him to be heavier and Kael's hands came up, running his hands down Illidan's back, fingers exploring the great, leathery wings that protruded from his back, and Illidan made a quiet sound -- does he like that, I want him to like that -- and thrust harder and faster.
Kael pulled him in close, and Illidan tilted his head to kiss Kael -- how does he managed with such heavy horns -- but suddenly it didn't matter any more. Illidan tasted of magic, and Kael drank it in, and he felt fire building within him as well as without. He pulled Illidan in deeper, trying to draw more and suddenly--
It was over. Illidan's release sat within him, his own orgasm only moments later. He lay back, the heady feeling of the Betrayer's magic still on his tongue.
"I am yours, Master," Kael whispered softly. "Yours forever."
His words were rewarded with another kiss, one that twined the chains of devotion and addiction around Kael's heart and soul.
The End
Author: Kelriia Frettlar (
the__ivorytower)Fandom: Warcraft
Prompt:
springkink July 20th - 55. Warcraft, Illidan/Kael: Bondage - "You see these shackles, baby I'm a slave"Disclaimer: So very much not mine.
Warnings: Yaoi, mansex, bondage-without-bondage (sorry...), touches of pain/blood play. Kael's ridiculous mental tangents, as usual. Magic addiction. Kael's over-use of the word "Master", because he's so much manbitch.
Pairings: Illidan/Kael
Summary: Kael swore his life, and the lives of his people, to a demon.
Note: This fic is totally soundtracked by the song Happiness in Slavery by Nine Inch Nails, and possibly the song Push by Matchbox Twenty.
Dedication to:
baiminaxi, because she wanted to know what Kael and Illidan's first time was like; crabapplered, for the suggestions about Kael's characterization; and emerald_embers because she was patient in getting this. Zzz.~ * ~
Kael peered into the Warden's cage, sympathy warring with fascination. He knew what it was like to be locked up -- hadn't Vashj saved him from that very fate? -- and Vashj had told him, promised him, that Illidan would free them from everything: from fear of the Alliance, from arcane magical addiction, and his case, free him from... something else.
Now, though, Illidan was bound in a cage. He was half-curled, his legs drawn up to his chest -- now that Kael was so close, he could see hooves and hair along the calves of Illidan's legs, arms with hands that ended in sharp talons and wings: massive, fully-functioning wings, bent and curved inside the cage's walls. He bore shackles too, as if somehow he could still be dangerous when magically knocked unconscious and caged.
"Can you free him?" Vashj asked, and he started. For an over-sized snake woman, she was certainly... silent. He nodded once.
"I believe I can. Is he..?" he began, uncertainly.
"Warden Shadowsong bears a grudge against him," Vashj said simply. "Foolish Night Elf, she was caged along with Lord Illidan, and so too was Illidan's brother Malfurion. All three of them spent much time beneath the world, waiting for their day to come."
"Hm, intriguing," Kael commented. Concentrating, he drew upon fire, as his Sunstrider ancestors had long done, and focused on the lock. Drawing on both his magic and his spellbreaker training, he shattered the lock, and the cage unraveled. Illidan slumped to the ground, and Kael reached to him, touching Illidan's cheek.
"Kael, I wouldn't--" Kylian began, and Kael shook his head. Kael could feel the power coiling from around him, coming off this not-quite-elven, not-quite-demonic creature in waves. He felt it then: Illidan was coming around.
"Lord Illidan," Kael began, shifting his posture to be respectful, as if he hadn't seen this magnificent, powerful creature at his weakest, most vulnerable moment. "My name is--"
"Dath'remar," Illidan muttered. "You feel just like... fire."
Kael simply stared at Illidan. "You knew my ancestor?" he asked wonderingly.
"He was one of the Highbourne," Vashj supplied quietly. "Like myself. He, however, did not stay in the service of Azshara, and instead survived the explosion of the Well of Eternity, only to be exiled much later."
Kael nodded silently, he knew the history of his people well. Illidan was standing now, stretching out his huge wings, which were even more impressive outside of the cage than in.
"I am Kael'thas Sunstrider, formerly of Azeroth. I am your humble servant." He knelt, and his people knelt with him. He kept an eye to Kylian, who was inclined to say something smart-assed if given the opportunity.
Kael swore himself, and all of his people to Illidan Stormrage. He could see that Kylian was beyond displeased, but then, Kylian had been displeased about being executed too. When Illidan beckoned him to join him and Vashj for discussions about strategy, he went, listening intently, and bringing advice to two ancient beings that was new and different.
It was then he began to watch Illidan, his eyes catching every movement of a being so graceful and yet completely blind. The first glances were about curiousity. Kael was not unfamiliar with the concept of men lusting after other men. Far from it; he'd had his share of male lovers. So, it didn't entirely surprise him when he found himself letting his eyes linger admiringly on Illidan's tall, muscled form. It wasn't just that he found Illidan attractive -- something about the power behind the taut, snapping wings, large curving horns and sharp, taloned hands that interested him.
When Kael bent to take Illidan into his mouth the first time, he'd convinced himself it was about power, nothing more. Illidan would provide a source of magic, untapped for the most part. The power of the demons. In return, Kael would serve Illidan however he wished. As his lips worked over the Betrayer's hardened cock, teasing it with his tongue, he believed firmly it was because of their second agreement, the one made after the first: Kael would syphon magic from the half-demon, half-kaldorei Lord of Outland, feeding his hunger for mana and in return, he would serve Illidan however he wished, and with absolute and utter loyalty.
He could have done his duty quietly, dispassionately. Instead, Kael stroked and encouraged, shuddering slightly at the feeling of Illidan's talons closing in on him, even as he felt Illidan's magic surging through his veins as Kael's mouth and tongue worked.
He'd never felt anything like it.
"Mine," Illidan growled as Kael pulled away. He tilted Kael's chin up, studying the magic deep within the elven prince's form. "You are mine."
"Yes, Master. I am yours." It was like the feeling of chains, drawing him ever closer. He had chosen this, the surrendering of his will to Illidan's. He was a slave... a slave to this being of immense, incredible power. "I will do whatever you wish." The feeling gave him a deep thrill.
"Lie down." Illidan ordered, Kael obeyed. Illidan was large, he dwarved Kael easily. Kael began to undress, but Illidan stopped him, choosing instead to remove each piece of clothing, the little frown on his face growing ever more irritated as he realized exactly how much the ruler of Quel'thalas actually wore. Kael couldn't laugh, but he did smile, shedding clothing onto the floor. Illidan touched him, fingers twisted and swollen by fel magic, tipped by sharp, talon-like nails. He traced his nails across Kael's skin, raising scratch marks, red against Kael's pale skin.
Kael watched him as he worked, tensing under the touches, watching Illidan dig in a little deeper, as if testing to see how much soft, delicate sin'dorei flesh could take. Kael could feel the tension coil within his own body as Illidan brought his talons lower, closer to the most tender areas of Kael's anatomy. Finally, the elven prince hissed.
His master smirked, and pressed his lips to the exact spot where he'd stopped, kissing and sucking. Kael gasped, eyes half-closing. Illidan's hands moved between Kael's legs, creating more deep scratches. Kael moaned as he shifted, wanting more -- more what? More pain? More of what only Illidan could give? -- and spread his legs. Illidan explored him, leaving gouges in his flesh which made him cry out.
"Master, I--" Kael began, biting back a moan. "Your talons are very--" He bucked his hips upwards, the muscles in his legs tensing.
"Prepare yourself thoroughly, then," Illidan told him, not releasing his thighs, and Kael had to reach around, using the oil he'd conjured to stretch himself, panting, wishing that-- "Enough," Illidan growled. "You are mine. Our bargain is unbreakable."
"Of c..course, Master," Kael managed, feeling Illidan poised over him. He suspected that, after signing over his free will and the lives of his people to the Betrayer, he'd be signing over his soul next, if only Illidan would -- he gasped, Illidan was pushing into him now -- "Master Illidan!"
Illidan growled low in his throat, and buried himself deep in Kael, beginning to thrust. The sweat slicked on Kael's skin lit a trail of fire along the scratches and cuts, the motion of Illidan's skin against his enhancing the effect. He felt like a living, breathing flame, panting and moaning as Illidan worked deeper -- funny, I expected him to be heavier and Kael's hands came up, running his hands down Illidan's back, fingers exploring the great, leathery wings that protruded from his back, and Illidan made a quiet sound -- does he like that, I want him to like that -- and thrust harder and faster.
Kael pulled him in close, and Illidan tilted his head to kiss Kael -- how does he managed with such heavy horns -- but suddenly it didn't matter any more. Illidan tasted of magic, and Kael drank it in, and he felt fire building within him as well as without. He pulled Illidan in deeper, trying to draw more and suddenly--
It was over. Illidan's release sat within him, his own orgasm only moments later. He lay back, the heady feeling of the Betrayer's magic still on his tongue.
"I am yours, Master," Kael whispered softly. "Yours forever."
His words were rewarded with another kiss, one that twined the chains of devotion and addiction around Kael's heart and soul.
The End
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