A New Lease on Life [Closed]

Xavier was a dark man. People could just sense it. Looking at him often caused people to become intimidated. He didn't even have to say anything. It was like this aura resonated around him, giving off the feeling of dread. That had to have been it because he never smelled bad. He was clean and took care of himself. He didn't look like a horrible person. Besides his demonic-like yellow eyes, he had a welcoming demeanor. He kept a soft smile on his face, his features were always calm, and he walked like a man who knew who he was. He was good looking, tall, and fit. Maybe the fact that he had an eye patch threw people off? Or maybe it was his power? A dragon could breath fire at him and Xavier would stand there completely unharmed. Of course, how could people understand that if they've never seen him in combat? Xavier rarely fought. He had people to do that for him, so why bother?

Right now, he was alone. He had his men with him, but Xavier told them to stay back about a quarter of a mile before he entered this area. He had a purchase he had to make and bringing them along was only going to slow him down. They listened, like usual, and he went along the road to meet an old acquaintance, Pierre von Argiano. As he came into view of Pierre's men, he could see them readying themselves and moving to warn Pierre. Of course, his presence had been expected. Otherwise, why would they be meeting out here like this? "Pierre." was Xavier's immediate reply. This slimy little man sometimes made what Xavier did seem like supporting girl scouts. Well, that depended on who you asked, what story you heard, and what end of the deal you were on. "Come, show me the stock." Xavier hurried the little man along, following him over to the cart to see what he had.

"All elven?" Xavier raised an eyebrow, "Smart." Pierre knew that the last two humans that Xavier bought had been weak. They cried too much, tried running away all the time, and died easily. Bringing in Elves was probably the better idea for him, since it at least offered something knew. With a slight smirk, Xavier stepped forward. The first elf he examined had short blonde hair. He reached up and grabbed the tag that had been pierced through her nipple and pulled her downward, not caring about any pain she might have felt. The elf squeaked in pain, trying not to make a sound, but the sudden movement was jarring. Xavier read the woman's stats and then repeated the process to the rest of them, having ignored the dark skinned elf up until now. "Why is this one so expensive?" Xavier raised an eyebrow, "And what's wrong with it? I've never seen a dark skinned elf before."

"It's really the highest quality." Pierre said and then leaned in to whisper something to Xavier, "It's new. No bad habits, well trained, never been touched." That last feature was something that seemed to spark something in Xavier. He looked to the dark skinned elf and reached up, grabbing her hair and pulling her down toward him. He examined her closer for a few seconds and nodded to Pierre. "Get it ready. You have five minutes." Xavier handed the man the full price, not caring to negotiate, which he never did. Xavier always gave the full price. Why? Because it meant something he knew was high quality would always be at his beck and call. If he constantly negotiated or wanted lower pricing, he wouldn't be catered to. He preferred it this way. And while he waited for the dark elf to be ready, he stood off about ten feet and just watched, wondering what tools she'd come with.

Xavier sat on a fallen tree in silence as he waited for his new slave to be ready. Once it was, Xavier took the key he was given on each of these exchanges and slid it into his pocket. He was then handed a leash, so he tugged on it slightly to get the elf to come closer. He watched her closely as she did Pierre's required introduction. When she forgot a line, he raised an eyebrow at his new found slave. It was soon corrected, but that reluctance caused Xavier to smirk. "Indeed." Xavier said as if challenging that statement. She had already forgotten one of the lines, what else would she forgot? Oh well, he could teach her. She was new after all. He brought his hand up to her chin, pulling her head up to look at him. "You'll do just fine. Now keep up." he told her and turned away. He gave a nod to Pierre and walked off. Since he was tall, keeping up with him might have been difficult.

Xavier was not slow. He walked with purpose along the path back toward his men. He did not slow down and at any time that she lagged behind, he'd pull her forward without any regard for her well being. On their journey back, he explained a few things to her. "You belong to me. I will not share you with any of my men, they have their own." Xavier spoke as if she wasn't even a person, but some object he picked off a shelf, "If they attempt to use you, you inform me and they will be taken care of. You do not cater to their wants at any time. If they strike you, inform me. I will not have my property damaged because of some drunken moron who thinks he can use what's mine. Understood?" It took about ten minutes to get back to his men. Upon entering the area, he was immediately greeted by fifteen men and eight women that accompanied them.

"This woman is mine. Since she is much different than yours, I expect that you will not mistake her for your own." Xavier shot a glare toward one man in particular, though the statement was toward everyone, "My last one was broken because of your foolishness; I considered it an accident since it was a cheap purchase, but this one is not. One false act and you will not wake up the next morning, understood?" His men easily agreed to this. After the last time, they weren't going to mess with his property again. "Now... I'm returning to my tent. We will move out tomorrow morning, so enjoy your rest as you can." Xavier continued on until he made it to the largest and best kept tent in the area. He went in, jerking his toy along with him. "Tell me... What exactly are your actual talents? Not that speech Pierre made you say... And have you been fucked?"

The tent they were in was tall, but was not tall enough for Xavier to walk. He had to bend over, but it did have a zipper to close the flap. It could only comfortably fit three people. Inside was a large luggage bag, a nice sized sleeping bag, and a cooler that had water and a bottle of booze in it. Once he asked his questions, she answered. Good girl. He went over and sat down on his sleeping bag while she explained. He couldn't wait to get back to the base. He actually had a bed there, a comfortable one. "Cooking, cleaning... that's all fine. I expect you to keep my things in order. If you couldn't do that, you'd be a waste and I wouldn't have paid so much for you." Xavier explained and pulled her down and over to him by the leash. He removed the leash part with a quick click, but the collar stayed of course. He tossed it at her and pointed toward a bag behind her, giving a specific order.

"Crawl over there. Put it away." he commanded. As she did so, he watched her. He got a nice view from back here. "Hm... Physically, you're definitely worth the gold..." he said as he reached out and grabbed onto her ass, squeezing a bit, "Firm." From what he could tell, she'd be able to keep up. She has some strength in her. He wasn't sure about speed. There were things he took note of. Dancing would be interesting; He hadn't had a dancer before. He didn't care about any of the history stuff, including her anima, that she said until the priestess thing came up. He raised an eyebrow at that. Interesting. That probably meant she was valueable to her clan. And then it clicked. "Wait, what markings are you talking about?" Xavier looked her over and saw a few of them. Assuming there were more, he pulled her toward him and began pulling off her clothing like some sort of doll.

"Hm..." he then began placing his hands over the markings and concentrating. It took about ten minutes for each one, since he was not perfect with this ability yet, but after a while, he was able to remove every mark on her body. By the time he was done, Xavier was sweating and wiped it from his brow. "There... None of the other one's that I had could use Arcana... No, it's that anima shit for you elves, huh?" he corrected himself, "At least now you'll be able to defend yourself... Any of these guys go against me, you have every ability to take them down, got it? Do not hesitate." This was more of an order than anything else. Two parts of Xavier were shown right here. First off, he was that serious about keeping her his own and not sharing. Even if she was a slave, she was important enough to be his only. Secondly, he had a problem with being wrong. He didn't like it at all.

The marks were removed and her skin was as clear as it should be. Why the hell would he want those on her? Not only did her powers not work on him, but they left her defenseless against others. Beyond that, that would mean her body was marked by someone else. If it was his seal, fine, but it wasn't. Xavier wasn't wanting to protect her. He had to do that with the rest and look what happened? They were dead now. He doesn't protect anyone but himself. This one came with her own defense button. That was an upgrade, another thing that made her worth the money he spent on her. She kept covering herself, at least the lower part of her. Why did she keep doing that? It was annoying. If he wanted it, he'd get it. There was no way he'd be able to fight her. At least she seemed to understand her orders. She wasn't stupid and understood her place. This was another plus.

"With me in my tent. You can choose whatever location you want. I don't give a damn if you sleep in the chair. You will just stay in here where no one else can touch you." Xavier explained. He removed his shirt and tossed it to the side. He was quite fit, but his skin was scarred. The scars he had were old; any beatings he had once been given had obviously stopped quite a long time ago. His body was healing. "Are there any other questions that you have?" Xavier asked and motioned for her to sit down on the sleeping bag next to him. Once she did, even if she had questions, he'd push her onto her back and force her legs open. "Keep them that way." he demanded. He had become frustrated with her attempts to hide from him, so this was her punishment. She now had to lay there, spread eagle, and her inner area in full view of him. He did not care about her embarrassment.

"A priestess in such a vulgar position." he said to mock her, "You should be ashamed."

Her reply to his mocking was slightly surprising, but it left him impressed. "Hm..." was the first sound he made before smirking, "It seems Pierre trained you even  better than I thought." That look of utter defeat in her eyes confirmed a few things for him. If she wasn't going to fight, things would be so much easier on them both. A slave who fought was beaten. At least now he'd not have to scar her pretty little body. While they sat there like that, Xavier's intentions were not to take her or to even enjoy seeing her body. Instead, his intentions were to make it clear that hiding from him was useless. "You will not cover yourself again, not when you are just in my company. Do you understand?" he spoke up about three minutes later. She had to hold her legs up by herself and any time she faltered, he'd smack each of her legs hard enough to cause a bruise if done more than twice.

Xavier then began taking out each piercing, starting with the two on her lower region and moving upwards. Any of Pierre's piercings were removed. Xavier felt these things just got in the way. He didn't care if they were a mark for Pierre; Xavier would easily explain exactly who he got his slave from if someone wanted to know. He didn't need his toys to be marked by another. "Close your legs and sit up." he said once her piercings were removed, "Tomorrow we will be heading back to The Hall... Before then... I need you to understand how I work. I do not care what you do, who you talk to, or where you go... If you want to read a book, read the book. If you want to make a friend with one of the other slaves, do it. If you want to go for a walk, fine. But there are a few things you need to remember while you choose to do these things... First off..."

"If you're in the middle of doing something... and you hear me call for you? I don't care if you're naked, you better be back at my side as quickly as you possibly can, understood?" Xavier stared directly at her, narrowing his eyes at an attempt to intimidate her, "Secondly... If you want to make a friend, you're my employee. I don't need any idiots in some town we travel through to report me for slavery. If I find that you've gone against this rule, you'll end up naked, tied to a post with your legs open, with those men out there taking turns, understood?" He waited again, making sure she answered like before, "And finally, if you decide to go somewhere, you inform me of where you're going, how long you'll be gone, and who you will be with. If I have to hunt you down, you will receive the beating of a life time... Is that understood?"

Xavier had no problem allowing her to sleep with him. It was probably odd since most slave-owners would toss their property outside or sit it in a corner. Xavier was different. He took care of his toys. He would not want to take care of her if she was sick, so why let her get sick? He would not want to deal with having her healed, so don't let her get hurt. He doesn't want her to get lost, so she must stay near him. There was a lot that Xavier just didn't want to deal with, so instead of being stupid enough to cause her harm, he sort of 'took care' of her. So when she curled into the sleeping bag with him, the surprising warmth resonating from her was rather welcomed. He kept an arm around her through out the night. "Mine." was something she had the ability to hear him mumble as he slept. Obviously he was very, very possessive over his new found toy and wasn't going to let go.

When the morning came, Xavier noticed he felt a lot more rested than he had in a long time. It was a cold night, always a cold night in this area, so the warmth she provided was helpful. This was another plus and likely going to allow her to sleep in his bed from here on out. Hours after waking, the entire group made their way to the Hall. Over this journey, there were multiple conversations between the men about who bought the best slave. Xavier insisted he did and backed his claim up with one sentence, "She's a virgin." The men didn't believe him at first, thinking it impossible to find an attractive virigin like he had, but he had never lied to them before, so he wouldn't start now, especially on something this stupid. Soon, the group came to the Hall. It was a wooden building that they had built up from the surrounding forest. They were about three miles from town.

The building was two stories and had a large dining hall and kitchen. The living area was decent sized as well; it did need to fit fifteen men. There were ten bedrooms total, Xavier getting the largest and most taken care of. Over time, they often work to expand the building and make sure everyone had their own room. Bathrooms, however, were scarce. There were only three and one belonged only to Xavier. So, when Sahlirr asked about the sleeping arrangement, he raised an eyebrow at her and pointed to an old door with a large bar across it. "The slaves stay sleep there." he explained. That door led down a dirt stair way into a dirt basement with a few beams holding up the walls. It was sort of sturdy, but any major shaking would cause it to collapse. "However, you will be staying with me." he added on a few moments later, "I don't need anyone sneaking around to play with my toys."

When Xavier said that, he received a few chuckles from a couple men who could hear. Xavier just smirked back at them. He knew they wouldn't try anything. He had informed them that this one had abilities with Anima, which only two of the other slaves had any magical ability at all. The men here used Arcane Items and Weapons to survive. Well, all but one of them did. The one who was a Sorcerer like Xavier was a speed demon. It was hilarious to watch him run into Xavier's slowing field to suddenly stop in his tracks and fall on his face after his body regained normal human attributes. His name was Rodnick and he wouldn't fight Xavier again. Now, Rodnick was one of Xavier's more trusted men. Now, Xavier lead Sahlirr up some well-made stairs and to his room. It was obvious that this section of the house was much more taken care of than the area that the slaves slept in.

"There is only one thing I want you to do right now and that's bathe." he said, pointing toward a bathroom, "Clean yourself well and then I will shower will you make me lunch. Understood?"

Xavier had no problem staring at his toy as she did as he said. He sat back on his bed and watched her until she was in the shower. Once she was out of his sight, he laid his head back onto a pillow and rested until she was done. Once she finished, she immediately went down stairs. He smirked. She acted as a programmed machine, though the fact that he had not given his choice of meal was noted. She better hope what she comes up with was delicious. Xavier got up the moment she left and showered as well. By the time she returned, he was sitting on a chair in nothing more than a towel with a tray to eat right next to him. When the food was set down, Xavier just stared at it. Was it some sort of elven dish? Interesting. He took his first bite and made sure to get a good taste. This was definitely an acquired taste. So much so that he wasn't sure whether he liked it or not.

"It is interesting to say the least. Next time you cook me a meal, beef is preferred." Xavier told her as he continued eating. He let her stand. It wasn't that he wanted her to. He just didn't see the need to take the time to order her otherwise. He had already explained her position. She did not currently have an order, so she could do what she want. Apparently, she chose to ask a question. "I was out and they decided to play a game with all the slaves. Not all of them own one, so they used mine, thinking I wouldn't find out. I know I don't have all the details, but the game ended up with my slave having three bolts in her back." Xavier explained through his meal. He was curious as to why she would want to know. It was possible she could have the same fate, of course. Well, if his men actually listened this time, maybe she'd be okay. They would just have to see.

Unfortunately for her, when he was done eating, he was going to have something else for her to do. She went to clean up his meal, so he leaned back in the chair as she walked off. He raised an eyebrow as she stumbled and chuckled at it. "Hurry up and clean that up... And watch your fucking feet; you tripped on open floor." he told her and waited for her to get up and start walking again, "Oh... and return once you're done." Xavier waited for her to return and once she did, he ordered her to close and lock the door behind her. "Come." he motioned for her to come over. He stood up from his chair and placed his hands on her waist, walking her backwards toward the bed until she felt back onto it. He smirked down at her and slid his hand up the side of her leg until her skirt was pushed all the way up. He saw the tiny lace of underwear she used to cover herself and pulled it off.

Once her lower region was naked to him, again, Xavier placed his hand over it and watched her. This was the first time she was being touched, if things held true, so he was curious. He had never taken a virgin before. Something he had done many times over, was have sex. He knew how to play with a woman's body, make them want more of him. There were times he had them begging for more. He planned for this to be one of those times. Xavier removed his hand, replacing it with his thumb onto her clit. In a slow circling motion, he ran his thumb over the sensitive skin, watching every movement that this woman made as she was touched by him. "Now that you are clean..." he said in a low tone, leaning over her a bit, "I think it's time that I have a little fun with my new toy." He would have taken her last night, but they were out in a forest and he prefers not to get that dirty.

That fear she was expressing was something he loved to see. Seeing her like that, a devious look shined over his eyes. He was looking at Sehlirr in the same way a devilish child would look at a toy he had pulled the head off of. His smirk showed it all, his willingness to do whatever he wanted without remourse. Not only that, it showed that he saw her as nothing more than something to use. Sure, this was what she understood and knew, but this was the first time that he actually showed it. While he stared directly into those fearful eyes of hers, his thumb kept a slow rhythm, lightly caressing that sensitive area more and more. He watched her closely. Any time now, that look would go away and his game would actually begin. Her breathing became heavier and finally the fear faded from her eyes. "There you go..." he muttered lightly under his breath, just loud enough for her to hear.

Still looking directly at her, he lowered himself and pushed her legs up and back a bit. Before he went fully down, his smirk grew to show part of his teeth and he licked along his upper lip. And then he licked her. He slowly ran his tongue up her clit and back down again, repeating the motion over and over again. He continued watching her, seeing her chest and stomach rise and lower with every stroke. "Hold your legs up." he told her and once she did, he continued his job, but added what he would call a little treat. Xavier slid his middle finger into that deep crevice. He wasn't gentle, but he was not trying to hurt her either. He thrust his finger into and out of her at a medium pace, moving his tongue to that same rhythm. He brought his other hand up and began caressing her breasts as well, lightly tugging on her nipples. Once he got bored with one, he moved to the other continued.

Xavier continued this treatment until Sahlirr would experience that first shred of pleasure in her life. He continued until she finally climaxed and her body wouldn't know what to do with itself. Once she hit that peak, Xavier stood and dropped the towel he had been wearing. "Don't get too loud." he warned. Xavier grabbed Sehlirr by her waist and pulled her closer toward the edge of the bed. By this time, he hadn't become excited enough to be fully erect, so he placed his rod against her and rubbed it along that already heavily stimulated clit. After her orgasm, he knew this sensation would drive her to wanting to push him away, but if she tried he'd pin her wrists near the sides of her head. After some of his own stimulation, Xavier leaned completely over Sehlirr and pressed his lips against hers. He pushed his tongue into her mouth and forced a gentle wrestling match between them.

Once he decided he was done kissing her, he slid his tongue down her neck and stopped at the nape before lightly biting. At this time, he brought a hand down to his stiff member and placed it at her entrance. He ran himself along it, getting a bit of her onto him to make this trip just a bit easier. No sense going in dry. He did not ask if she was ready. Instead, he slapped his hand over her mouth, knowing his warning would not have prevented the scream that was to come. He shoved himself half-way into her, spreading those tight walls over his rod much quicker than any virgin woman would have ever preferred. He held his hand tightly over her mouth and kept himself still until she calmed down enough for him to remove it. Once she was calmer, he started his motion and created a calm rhythm that only their bodies were capable of making, thrusting half of himself into her.

This is exactly what he expected. He felt her body tense under him. He could hear that scream and feel the tears that fell along the side of his large hand as he covered her mouth. He kept going for a bit, feeling her tense body beneath him. It would not rest any time soon, and the moment it did, she'd probably be wary of his next move. He didn't need to look at her, but he raised himself a few moments later to do so anyway. He looked her straight in the eyes, bodies not too far from each other now. His hips moves back and forth, sliding the thick part of himself into her. Yes, he did indeed make himself fit. He wasn't done. This was only half of what he could give her. He raised more and wrapped an arm around her back, lifting her from the bed while keeping himself inside. To give himself more room, he placed his knee on the bed and moved forward before laying her back down again.

Sehlirr was so tight; taking a virgin's first time was a wonderful feeling, one he wondered if he could ever experience again. With her further onto the bed and him standing on his knees between her legs, Xavier's thrusts began to increase in speed. He wanted more of her. There was a small part of him that told him no and to hold back, but this feeling was something he didn't feel like fighting. He leaned forward again and placed a hand next to her head. With another smirk, she'd be able to tell that the rest was coming. He didn't even care to cover her mouth this time. He just pushed his hips forward and shoved himself deeper into her. The resistance her body gave fought hard against him, but he only pushed harder. Within a second, he had filled her completely. He could feel his tip trying to push out through the back of her while the rest of her walls desperately tried squeezing him out.

He chuckled, enjoying this very much. He stayed still for a moment, savoring the feeling of her pussy tightening around his shaft. "This is better than I thought it'd be." he said while looking her in the eye. It was a compliment and he meant it as such. For a moment, there was a glimpse of humanity left in Xavier's eyes, but only appearing because of his own pleasure. He still gave no consideration to what she had just given him. No, what he had just taken from her. He pulled out slowly, noticing her inner self aiding him in that. Her body wanted this invasion to end, but no. It wasn't ending yet. Xavier pushed himself back into her again and once again pulled out. The motion was slow, but it was hard. He slammed himself into her just to see her breasts bounce. He brought a hand to her breast and squeezed, keeping that harsh slamming motion going until he felt it was time to change.

What seemed like a long time, but was really only a couple minutes, gave Xavier the idea to changing this movement. He pulled her waist up a bit and stood up a little on his knees, grabbing onto her wrists. Using her arms as leverage, Xavier finally went for it. His movements increased in speed and strength. His thrusts were now hard and quick, but at the same time they were surprisingly accurate and smooth. Like a blade being thrust into a hated opponent, Xavier did not give at all. He knew exactly where to hit. He knew exactly how to fuck this woman and he was loving it. The sound of his hips slapping against her inner thighs echoed through the room and made the feeling even sweeter. The feeling of her warmth surrounding him, her core becoming wetter and wetter he continued going. He did not look, for there was a possibility of blood, and that was not what he wanted to see.

"Your body will adjust." Although the statement seemed heartless, it was true. Her body would adjust. It would loosen and accept this as a natural occurrence. The pain would fade and every nerve in her body would wash over in pleasure. He knew this and she would have to experience it. Whether she did or not, Xavier would continue this. He moved deeper, harder, and faster. He pushed himself into her without mercy. His experience prior to this day allowed him to do this without causing her harm. Sure, she was in pain for the moment, but she was not being harmed. And when he finally gave her all of him, she let out a yelp that only made him want more of her. He wanted to make her scream. It would be his way of dominating this woman. She would become his in more than just their master and slave relationship. Instead, he now owned a piece of her that she could never get back.

Her body adjusted and he made his change, allowing him to really ram into her. Each of her moans pleasured him. He enjoyed listening to this woman become weak under him. She even tried matching him, how cute. His smirk grew into a lustful smile as he pounded himself into her tight hole. He could hear her trying to say it and finally the word 'yes' escaped those pretty lips of hers. He pressed in harder, pulling on her wrists even tighter to keep her close to him. He could feel her pussy tighten around him. It was getting to that point. She was close. Her breathing proved this as well. Xavier kept up his pace, not changing anymore. This was going to make her cum. She spoke to him through broken moans and that cocky shine in his eyes returned. "Then cum." he told her. His own breathing was finally getting to that point. He could feel himself getting there, but wasn't expecting it yet.

"Don't fight it. Cum." he said again as his thrusts continued. A moment later, that final thrust pushed her over the edge. Her back arched and she moaned in ecstasy. Her walls tightened even more around him. He could feel the wet warmth dripping around his shaft as he too made that one final, and quite sudden, thrust into her. WIthout much warning, he too reached that peak. He fell forward on top of her barely able to catch himself as he gripped the sheets to the side of her head. He groaned, though it was filled with pleasure, his eyes showed a measure of shock. His breathing became heavy as he felt himself release inside of her, shoving his face into her neck. He instinctively grabbed onto her hair and clenched it lightly between his fingers as his own sensation began to subside. About thirty seconds later, after his body had calmed, Xavier raised himself and looked down at her.

That was very unexpected. He knew exactly what caused it too. For a brief moment, when she reached her climax and tightened around him, his own mind became boggled and he wasn't able to control himself like usual. He had the ability to last quite a while, but he had to be coherent to do it. With this woman, for the first time, he had fallen out of control and he didn't know why. He wasn't sure he liked it either. He took a deep breath and sighed, sliding himself out of her and rolling over on the bed and breathing deeply. He was calm and relaxed now. After a minute of rest, he stood up and walked to the bathroom, using a rag to clean himself up. Once he was clean, he walked out naked and tossed another wet cloth toward her. "Clean yourself up. I don't need that all over my sheets." he said as he sat down on the edge of the bed. He watched her closely as she cleaned up and then...

"Not bad at all Sehlirr... Not bad at all..."