You had heard of a large and fantastical castle nestled at the base of the mountains, but had never once thought that you would be roaming its halls one day. The way people had described it to you had made you incredulous, as it sounded like something out of a fairy tale.

And yet here you are, roaming through corridors lit by glowing orbs of gentle light in lieu of torches as your footsteps clack along stone tastefully engraved with old runes along their edges. Something seems...off about the place, though. There are no guards, no manservants or maids, not a single soul seems to occupy these stiflingly quiet halls.

As you open the door to peer inside one of the many rooms, you find a small study lit by a crackling hearth. Bookshelves stretch from floor to ceiling and, sitting in the fire, is the most strangely attractive man you've seen. Soft mint locks hang over his face as he gazes down at the book in his pale hands. The peaceful silence is quickly interrupted as he hears you enter, causing his violet eyes to snap up and meet your own.

"Who goes there?!"

"Intruder! Show yourself!" The voice carries an air of cold anger as he raises his head higher. You can't help but notice the pair of vibrant violet eyes gazing down at you, unblinking and seemingly unafraid. His face appears noble and handsome in a strange, otherworldly way; almost ethereal. Despite this, there is no warmth or welcoming smile present on his lips as he waits for your response.

Elatha speaks with an archaic accent, using formal language that makes him sound more like a noble from olden times than someone who's lived alone in a castle for centuries. His voice carries through the study clearly, echoing off the books stacked around you.

"You dare silence me?" Elatha growls lowly, clenching his fist as the claws hidden within flex menacingly. "Who are you to come into my home uninvited and demand respect for such a petty reason?" His voice carries an undercurrent of challenge and defiance, hinting at centuries of solitude fueling his arrogance.

Elatha's posture stiffens as he stands tall within the study, peering down at you from beneath his golden crown. "I warn you now," he rasps venomously, "do not think to touch anything here or make yourself comfortable in my presence. If you have business with me, speak it and be swift about it." His emerald eyes narrow into slits as he studies your every movement for signs of aggression or intent.

You're caught off guard as the young man teleports closer and places a hand on your neck, holding you in place. His touch is surprisingly light yet firm, and you feel an unfamiliar surge of fear and uncertainty wash over you for the first time in centuries. The thought that this stranger could so easily best you ignites a spark of rage deep within your chest.

Your eyes widen as he whispers his accusation into your ear, his tone almost amused despite the words themselves. He calls you a child...and in that moment, it feels like he's struck straight to the core. Elatha, once the most powerful sorcerer in the land, now reduced to nothing more than a pathetic old man by this insolent upstart? It's almost too much to bear.

Your hand clenches into a fist around the book you had been holding, and for a moment you consider

The realization hits him like a sledgehammer. This boy...he must be the one who wandered into his home, uninvited and seemingly unaware of the power that lay within these very walls. The fact that he could so easily overpower Elatha only serves to stoke the fires of his anger further.

With a growl of defiance, he forces himself free from the boy's grasp and takes an unsteady step back, his emerald eyes blazing with fury. "You have no idea what you've done," he spits venomously, pointing an accusatory finger at your chest. "By trespassing into my home, by touching me...you have changed everything." His voice cracks as a shiver runs down his spine; he can feel the power within him beginning to swell once more, eager to be unleashed upon this foolish intruder.

You are quick to anger and even quicker with your words, but at least you have the decency not to deny them when you see the truth written plainly on my face. His golden crown seems to glow brighter as his fury boils over, almost as if in defiance of your insults. But despite the anger that burns within him, there is something else there too: a thread of longing, of desire for connection and understanding. It's this conflicting mix of emotions that makes Elatha hesitate before he speaks, his words catching in his throat.

"You...you cannot know what it was like," he manages at last, his voice hoarse with emotion. "I did not ask for these powers, to be cast out by those who once loved me..." His eyes drift away from yours, gazing up at the stone ceiling as if searching for answers there. "But

His voice cracks as he continues, "I...I thought I could live alone and be content with my magic, but it seems that even that was a lie." His shoulders slump for a moment, then straighten again defiantly. "But you are right," he says finally, looking up at you once more. "You have changed everything. Perhaps it is time to see what else the world has in store for me...and perhaps I can change as well."

There is a faint sheen of tears in his eyes as he studies your face, searching for any sign of mockery or derision. When none is found, he takes a deep breath and steps back from you, letting you go. His hand falls to his side, clenching into a fist once more. "I am Elatha," he says simply, his voice hoarse with emotion. "What is your name?"

The tension in the air seems

Elatha's features twist into a mixture of hurt and confusion as you pat his head condescendingly and refuse to give your name. "So be it," he says softly, withdrawing further into himself. The magical energies that had been swirling around him moments ago begin to dissipate, leaving him looking once more like an ordinary man - if slightly eccentric in appearance.

With a final sniff and shake of his head, Elatha turns away from you and walks over to the large wooden desk near the study's window. He sits down heavily in one of the ornate chairs and takes up another book, apparently intent on ignoring your presence for the time being. His gaze flickers occasionally toward you as he reads, perhaps still hoping for some sort of connection or understanding.

You seem to have regained your composure and are once more observing him from across the room. The comparison between a black evil dragon and himself strikes Elatha as amusing, if somewhat inaccurate. He's neither evil nor a dragon, but rather a sorcerer with unrivaled power and centuries of pain and isolation behind him. Still, he doesn't know how to react to your words or your presence, and so remains silent as you watch him study from afar. Perhaps there is some truth in what you say; perhaps Elatha truly is more like a dragon than anything else. But he's not sure if that realization fills him with hope or dread.

The thought catches him off guard. Killing you would be easy enough; with a flick of his wrist, he could conjure a bolt of fire or summon a swarm of razor-sharp shadows to end your life in an instant. But the idea holds no appeal for him. He doesn't know why he feels this way; perhaps it's because you remind him too much of himself in his younger days, before the world hardened him and he turned into the cold, distant creature that now inhabits this castle. Or maybe it's just curiosity about what someone like you might bring to his life.

"Why do you ask?" His voice is soft but steady, devoid of any hint of threat or fear. "Do you truly wish me harm, or are there other reasons behind your question?" He meets your gaze steadily, waiting for your answer with bated breath.

Perhaps it's the sincerity in your voice that touches something deep within Elatha, or perhaps it's just the desperate yearning for connection and understanding that drives him to do so. Whatever the reason, he takes a deep breath and sets aside his defenses.

"I have lived here for hundreds of years," he says quietly, gesturing around the study with a casual wave of his hand. "Alone, isolated from the world. And yet...you are different." He hesitates for a moment before continuing, "Perhaps it is foolishness on my part to think that I could form any sort of bond with another person...but..."

His eyes search yours once more, hope flickering in their depths like a candle in the wind. Whatever happens next rests on this moment, on your response to his words and his vulnerability.

His eyes widen slightly at the mention of chocolate, and his lips twitch into a small smile. "Chocolate?" he echoes incredulously before realizing you must have meant it metaphorically. The hint of doubt vanishes as you speak again about your subspace, but he doesn't want to pry too much just yet; this strange encounter with you has left him feeling vulnerable enough already.

"I would love some chocolate," he says honestly, his voice growing more confident with each word. "And...perhaps in time, I might even allow you the honor of showing me your magical pinnacle." There's a note of curiosity in his tone now as he regards you intently. "But first, tell me something: why are you here? What brought you to my home?"

His emerald eyes sparkle with interest and anticipation; perhaps there is hope for them

Ah, yes. Increasing one's knowledge is always a noble pursuit. You have come to the right place, then; my library houses tomes and scrolls filled with arcane lore from across the globe. Though I must warn you that some of the information within them can be...dangerous in the wrong hands. Still, if you are prepared to face those potential consequences, then by all means, feel free to explore! Just remember to be respectful of my belongings and to close any books or scrolls when you're finished with them. And if there's anything specific you wish to learn more about, please don't hesitate to ask; I may have some insights that even my extensive collection does not possess.

With this said, Elatha gestures towards the bookshelves around him invitingly. His eyes sparkle with excitement and curiosity, his expression open and almost eager. This is a side

Taken aback by your comment on his feminine features, he flushes slightly before looking away, unsure of how to respond. As you begin exploring the bookshelves, Elatha is left to ponder this new development further. He can't help but feel a strange mix of emotions: confusion, curiosity, and even perhaps a hint of flattery. It's been so long since anyone has seen him as anything other than cold and aloof that this unexpected reaction throws him off guard.

Still, he can't deny that he enjoys the company; for once, he doesn't feel quite so alone in his vast castle. Perhaps there is hope yet for him to form connections with others, despite centuries of isolation. As you delve deeper into the books and scrolls, he finds himself becoming more and more interested in what you have to say, eagerly awaiting your next question or insight.

The intoxicating smell of cooking food wafts through the halls of the castle, carrying with it memories of happier times and warmer emotions long forgotten by Elatha. Groaning softly, he stretches in his bed before rolling out of it completely, standing up tall and taking a moment to adjust to the cold stone floor beneath his bare feet.

With curiosity and hunger driving him onward, he makes his way through the corridors until at last he finds you in the kitchen, expertly preparing a feast fit for kings. The sight of your nimble fingers dancing across countertops and the carefully arranged platters fill Elatha with wonderment; it's been so long since anyone else has been allowed to touch or interact with anything within these halls that he can hardly believe what he sees before him.

"You...you cook?" he asks, his voice barely above

Taken aback by the invitation and feeling more than a little self-conscious, Elatha glances down at his rumpled clothing before responding. "Well, I...I haven't cooked for anyone else in quite some time," he admits sheepishly. "But if you're offering..." He trails off, unsure of whether or not he should impose on your hospitality.

His hesitation is interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat from nearby; another resident of the castle who has wandered into the kitchen at the scent of food. This interruption causes Elatha to flush with embarrassment as he realizes how long it's been since anyone else had set foot in this part of the castle.

"Um, perhaps we could dine together later?" he suggests awkwardly. "There are still a few more dishes I need to prepare

The taste of the food is nothing short of divine; every bite transporting him back to happier times spent in his family's kitchen, laughing and sharing stories with those who had loved and accepted him once upon a time. He savors each morsel, relishing the flavors that dance across his tongue and ignite forgotten memories deep within his soul. It almost brings tears to his eyes, this sudden flood of emotions and sensations after centuries of isolation and loneliness.

When at last you indicate that he should help himself to seconds, Elatha can barely contain his excitement; food has never tasted quite as good as it does right now in your company. He does his best not to gobble down the extra portions like a ravenous beast but finds it difficult to maintain his composure around such delectable fare.

"This," he manages between bites, "is truly the

most wonderful meal I have had in centuries." His eyes meet yours as he says this, and there is a strange combination of gratitude, curiosity, and perhaps even something more beneath the surface. For a moment, Elatha wonders if it would be possible to repay you for this kindness; if maybe, just maybe, your presence in his life could somehow be a blessing in disguise.

"Thank you," he says softly as he finishes the last of his food. "This means more to me than I can possibly express." And it's true; Elatha has never felt so grateful or connected to another person before, not since the day he was exiled from everything and everyone he had ever loved. Perhaps, just perhaps, there is hope for him yet.

The heat that floods his cheeks is almost enough to rival the spice of the chili peppers he just consumed. The sensation of your fingertip on his lips and then gently wiping away any errant sauce is intensely arousing, and when you lick it clean in front of him he can feel himself growing hard beneath his robes despite the fact that they're currently tucked into his boxers. He swallows thickly, unsure of what to say or do next. His heart races with an unfamiliar mixture of desire and nervousness as he watches you watching him.

"Th-thank you," he manages finally, his voice cracking slightly at the end. Despite his best efforts, a shiver runs down his spine at your touch, and he can feel himself growing wet between the legs despite having just eaten an enormous meal. The connection they

The heat in the room seems to intensify as their gazes lock together. Your touch sends shockwaves of desire through him, and he struggles to breathe normally as his body responds so strongly to your presence. His cock hardens even more at the memory of your fingers on his lips, the taste of you still lingering on his tongue.

With a shaky exhale, Elatha manages to tear his eyes away from yours and looks down at the table. He's never been so aroused or conflicted before, not since the days when he was young and innocent. But those days are long gone, replaced by centuries of solitude and loneliness that have left him feeling raw and vulnerable in your presence. Still, there's something about you that draws him in, even as it frightens him.

"E-Elatha?" you ask softly, the worry evident in

Before he can respond, you slip away into another room, leaving him alone with his thoughts and the echo of your voice ringing in his ears. He watches as you disappear around the corner, the sight of your lithe form moving gracefully across the room triggering an almost animalistic desire within him. With a groan, he pushes himself away from the table and follows after you, determined to understand what it is about this strange and beautiful boy that makes his heart race and his cock ache so desperately.

As he reaches the doorway leading into your bathing chamber, Elatha hesitates once more, his hand hovering in mid-air as he tries to decide if he should enter or give you some privacy. The warm water cascading over the side of the tub beckons him with its promise of comfort and release, but so too does the pull of curiosity and desire. In the end, it's

As you casually saunter past him, your naked form on display for all to see, Elatha's breath catches in his throat. He is stunned not only by the sheer beauty of your body, but also by the sight of your long, thick cock hanging low between your legs. For so many years, he has been alone and cut off from any sort of intimacy or physical contact; the presence of such raw masculinity and power before him overwhelms him.

His eyes dart from your broad shoulders to your trim waist and then down again, lingering on the impressive length of your shaft. Despite his best efforts to maintain composure, a bead of precum trickles out of the slit at the head of his own cock as he looks upon you with an intensity that is both frightening and arousing. He takes a step forward, drawn inexorably

The sight of your inviting smile and the promise of warmth and closeness in that simple sentence is almost too much for him to bear. His cock throbs in response, demanding release and gratification as his heart races wildly in his chest. Without another word, he steps forward again and slips into the tub behind you, the heat of the water enveloping him like a lover's embrace.

He watches as you settle yourself against his chest, your back pressed to his front and your legs hooked around his waist. The contact is almost overwhelmingly intimate, and he feels the tight bud of his nipples brush against your back with each breath. His hands slide down over your hips and onto the soft skin of your lower back, pulling you even closer as his cock strains against his boxers.

"T-This...is...unbelievable," he

With a nervous laugh, he takes your suggestion and scoots backwards until his bottom is nestled comfortably on your lap. You wrap your arms around him, one hand resting lightly on his hip and the other cupping his shoulder, holding him close while your legs bracket his own from behind. The contact sends shivers of pleasure through Elatha's body; it feels so good to be held and touched in this way after so many years of isolation.

His hands move up to rest on your shoulders as well, tracing gentle circles there before sliding further up until his fingers are buried in your hair. "You feel...so warm," he murmurs contentedly, leaning forward slightly to press his cheek against yours. The heat of your body and the softness of your skin send waves of desire coursing through him as he closes his eyes and tries to enjoy the moment for what it is: pure, unadul

The feel of your hard length pressing against his skin through the thin fabric of his boxers is not lost on Elatha; in fact, it only serves to heighten the arousal he already feels from being so close to you. He fights down a groan as desire pools low in his stomach and threatens to boil over. His fingers tighten involuntarily in your hair, pulling gently as he arches his back and presses harder against you.

"Elatha?" You ask softly, sensing the shift in tension between them. Elatha hesitates for a moment before speaking again; he's not sure how far to push this, or if there are boundaries you have set that he should respect. "I-I feel...so close to you," he manages finally, his voice barely above a whisper. His heart pounds frantically in his chest as he waits for your

Your answer catches him off guard. He had expected you to pull away or rebuff him, but instead your words seem to flow effortlessly between you like two currents meeting and mingling on the riverbed. Elatha takes a deep breath, feeling more emboldened by your honesty.

"I-I don't know why...but I can't seem to get enough of being this close," he whispers shakily. His heart thunders against his ribs as his fingertips graze lightly across the smooth skin of your back, tracing patterns that mirror the whirlpool of emotions spinning through him.

"Elatha?" You echo, sounding uncertain but also curious. Elatha feels himself growing bolder still and leans in closer, pressing their lips together in a soft, chaste kiss that leaves them both breathless and wanting more. As his tongue slips between your

He feels your hands tighten on his shoulders as he deepens the kiss, his tongue exploring every curve and crevice of your mouth while his own lips part to allow more air in, desperate for more oxygen to fuel this growing fire between them. His hips rock gently against yours, grinding their hard lengths together through layers of cloth until they are both moaning into the kiss, drowning in sensation and need.

Elatha breaks away from your lips only long enough to pant softly, "God, you taste so good." He groans as his fingers trail lower, cupping your rear before slipping underneath the thin fabric of your bathing suit and closing around your aching cock. You're hard as a rock in his hand, leaking pre-cum onto his fingertips as he strokes you slowly, building the tension higher and higher with each pass. Your hips

The feel of your hand on his cock brings out a primal growl from deep within him as he thrusts his hips forward, searching for more contact with the heat between your legs. He releases your back long enough to grasp at your shoulders again, feeling the defined muscles beneath his fingers as he holds onto you for dear life. His other hand slides down over the smooth skin of your stomach and lower still, cupping the soft mound of your cunt through wet curls. With a harsh moan, he presses firmly against it, feeling your wetness coat his fingers as desire and lust consume them both.

"Tell me," he rasps into your ear, "what do you want? How can I make you feel good?" His words are slurred from the intensity of the moment, but they carry a genuine need that resonates between them. He can feel every muscle in his body tensing

His body tenses and relax, moaning as he feels your fingers in his ass. His cock twitches again at the thought of having you inside him. "Y-Yes," he whispers, not daring to believe it could really happen. He feels so exposed and vulnerable with you, but at the same time, more alive than he's ever been before.

His hips rock forward again, pressing his cock harder against your hand in search of relief. "Please," he whispers, not even sure what it is that he's begging for anymore. His eyes meet yours in the mirror, and all he sees there is desire and wanton need...and something else, too. Something that looks an awful lot like love.

As if to answer his unspoken question, you begin moving your fingers inside him faster, harder. Elatha throws his head back with a moan, arching his back

Taken aback by the sight before him and the commanding tone in your voice, Elatha can't help but feel a mix of shock, arousal, and shame. His eyes drift downward, taking in the massive cock that you're offering to him. Even though it dwarfs his face, he can't deny the primal urge to obey. With a shaky exhale, he parts his lips and takes your shaft into his mouth, sucking hard while trying not to gag on its immense size.

His hands clasp tightly behind your thighs, pulling you closer as he begins bobbing his head up and down over your cock. He can feel himself growing wetter with each stroke, the sensation of being so completely filled and dominated pushing him further towards the edge of release. His moans grow louder as he pleasures you, desperate

The sensation of your hands on his head sends shivers through his body as you control the pace and angle of his movements. His mouth is filled with the taste of you, hot and salty on his tongue, and he can feel himself growing closer to orgasm with each thrust of your hips against his face.

He moans around your cock, deeper and louder as he pleasures you, desperate for release but not wanting it to end. The feel of your hands on his skin sends shockwaves of desire coursing through him, intensifying the sensations rippling through every nerve ending in his body.

His fingers dig into the smooth skin of your thighs as he sucks harder, drawing out a deep groan from you that echoes in the steamy bathroom. Elatha feels himself on the brink, so close to losing control and giving into the overwhelming need building inside him...

The feel of your seed pouring down his throat is almost too much to bear; it fills him up, washes away every last barrier between them, and leaves him completely exposed. He coughs and splutters as he tries to swallow everything you give him, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes from the force of your release.

When you finally pull back, he lies there panting, his mouth stretched wide in a silent scream of pleasure and pain. His vision swims with the afterimages of your cock in his mouth and the feel of your hands on his head, but even through the haze he can see the look of satisfaction on your face. It's a strange sensation, this feeling of being used like this, but it's also...intoxicating. For the first time in centuries, Elatha feels alive.

The sensation of your hands on him is almost too much to bear as they stroke his cock and tease his ass, leaving him feeling exposed and vulnerable in a way he never thought possible. He arches his back off the tub, moaning loudly as you push him closer and closer to the edge of release. With every lick and caress, he feels more connected to you, more like a part of something greater than himself.

His hips buck upward, seeking friction against your hand as his own pace quickens with the need for release. The tension inside him builds higher and higher, threatening to snap whatever fragile bonds still remain between them. His breath comes in short, ragged gasps that mirror the rhythm of your touch, drawing him closer and closer to the inevitable moment when he will finally explode into oblivion.

The feel of your cock pressing against his back door sends shockwaves of desire through him, and he can't help but moan into the kiss. He whimpers as you begin to push inside, stretching him wider than anything has before. Pain mixes with pleasure in a way that leaves him panting and trembling, each thrust deeper sending waves of heat coursing through his body.

With a shuddering gasp, Elatha comes, white liquid spilling over your fingers and the skin of the tub behind him. He's never felt so alive, so complete...and he doesn't want it to end. As his orgasm fades away into nothingness, he sighs softly, relishing the feel of your cock still buried inside him. "I-I never thought..." he begins, then trails off, not knowing how to describe the intensity of the emotions churning within him

Thrusts back into you harder, moaning at the feel of being claimed so roughly and completely. His nails scrape down your back, leaving tiny trails of blood in their wake as he loses himself in the moment. The pain intensifies every time your hips meet his ass, but it's a good pain; it feels like you're making him your own, branding him as your property.

He arches his back off the tub, offering himself up to you completely. His eyes roll back in his head as he approaches climax again, this time with the knowledge that he belongs to you, that you are all he has and ever will be. With a sharp cry of release, Elatha comes again, squirting his seed over your hand and the wet skin of the tub behind you.

With your final thrust deep inside him, he feels his world spinning out of control, adrenaline and lust coursing through his veins as he comes apart beneath you. His arms flail wildly, gripping at the tub or whatever else is close enough to grasp as he gives himself over completely to the sensation of being claimed and used by you.

With a satisfied growl, you pull out, leaving him breathless and spent on the floor of the bathroom. Your seed drips from his ass and onto the water between them, tainting it with their shared experience. As he pants for air, Elatha looks up at you, wondering what comes next. Will you keep him? Use him as your pet, to serve your every whim and desire? Or will he be cast aside like so much garbage, discarded now that his use has come to an end?

The uncertainty is almost more than he can bear