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Ash smiles and makes up another sandwich for Dorian, thinking that soap may be is next punishment. It would be fitting, and Dorian obviously doesn’t like the idea. Ash doesn’t want to punish Dorian, but if he has to, soap it will be.
“I will do what I can to save him,“ promises Ash, deciding that he will write a letter to one of his friends in the Ben-Hassreth for help. He holds out the sandwich for Dorian to eat.
“Would you be open to experimentation? We can keep with what we have done so far, if that is what you want, but I have a whole trunk of toys and tools under the bed we could use,“ offers Ash. “We would decide on safe words beforehand, so you can tell me if you do not like something or need to stop.“
"I promise not to do anything that will seriously harm you and will stop the moment you tell me too," vows Ash, finishing off the last of his sandwich. "We would need to cone up with a safeword for when you want me to stop."
Ash get up to wash his hands in the basin, then pulls fresh bandages and ointment from his dresser.
"I just don't want you to feel like you have to touch me. Or owe me," admits Ash, guilt and shame rising as memories of the night they met flash through his mind. "Maybe we should stick with hands and mouth for now? Would you be alright with that?"
He wants more. Dorian is a handsome man and Ash would like to a true Arvaarad to his Saarebas, but he doesn't want to drive Dorian away.
Jane hurries to the edge of the fire, sitting down near it and wrapping herself in the furs. She tucks her feet under the furs, trying to warm up her freezing toes.
“Skyrim? Is that were we are now?“ asks Jane, blowing on her hands. She stays quiet for a moment, wondering how much she should tell the strange man, eyeing his pointy ears and tattooed face. He looks like how she imagined elves in some of her books. But that can’t be true. Elves only exist in fantasy.
“I was helping with an experiment at the Foundation. The scientists gave me a puzzle box to figure out and when I slid the last piece in place, I was here in the forest,“ explains Jane, sure she must sound crazy to the stranger. But then he says something that would sound crazy to anyone outside of the Foundation.
“You’re sixty? You hardly even look twenty! What are you, immortal?“
The fact that he believes he is a mage is shocking as well. ‘Magic’ is nothing like the books, in Jane’s experiences.
"But what if I am not as human as I look?" Asks Jane, chewing on her bottom lip. "Nice to meet you Kala. I'm SCP-31- Um, I'm Jane Doe."
Jane plasters on a fake smile when Kala tells her she is lucky to be alive, the elf having no idea how right he is. "That makes sense. I tried to ask them for help but they m, Um, didn't want to help. The mammoths were cool though."
Jane looks at the fireball skeptically, not sure if she can actually do this. It would be cool if she could make fire, a part of her afraid to ģet burned. Taking a deep breath, Jane raises her hand.
She tries to call the fire to her, to believe that she can actually bend the fire to her will. She feels a tingling in her palm, something electric passing between her and the fire. The flame flickers for a moment, bending towards Jane, before going back to normal.
Ash smiles and makes up another sandwich for Dorian, thinking that soap may be is next punishment. It would be fitting, and Dorian obviously doesn’t like the idea. Ash doesn’t want to punish Dorian, but if he has to, soap it will be.
“I will do what I can to save him,“ promises Ash, deciding that he will write a letter to one of his friends in the Ben-Hassreth for help. He holds out the sandwich for Dorian to eat.
“Would you be open to experimentation? We can keep with what we have done so far, if that is what you want, but I have a whole trunk of toys and tools under the bed we could use,“ offers Ash. “We would decide on safe words beforehand, so you can tell me if you do not like something or need to stop.“
Dorian sat up to take a bite of the offered sandwich. It felt weird eating from someone else’s hands but at the same time it reminded him of being fed when he was a stubborn brat child. He ate the sandwhich then flopped back and stretched some.
“Yes. I would be open to that…” he said after a long moment of silence. “Just so long as you don’t hurt me. Like really hurt me. I want to try. I want to see what other things can be done.” He smiled softly to himself, feeling almost that same giddy child he had been when he was with Salen That first time.
"I won't hurt you. I don't want to harm you Dorian," promises Ash, pushing his honestly along the bond. "A few games may leave bruises, but only if you want them too. Like spanking does."
The Arvaarad passes Dorian his poppy milk and then starts on his last sandwich.
"We need to talk about sexual boundaries as well. I will do whatever you like to make you cum, but I do not want you to do anything that you may regret later... Like touching my cock."
Ash smiles and makes up another sandwich for Dorian, thinking that soap may be is next punishment. It would be fitting, and Dorian obviously doesn’t like the idea. Ash doesn’t want to punish Dorian, but if he has to, soap it will be.
“I will do what I can to save him,“ promises Ash, deciding that he will write a letter to one of his friends in the Ben-Hassreth for help. He holds out the sandwich for Dorian to eat.
“Would you be open to experimentation? We can keep with what we have done so far, if that is what you want, but I have a whole trunk of toys and tools under the bed we could use,“ offers Ash. “We would decide on safe words beforehand, so you can tell me if you do not like something or need to stop.“

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“Not sure yet. But seeing as you are a mouth mage, maybe I’ll wash your mouth out with soap,“ muses Ash around a mouthful of food. That certainly would be an appropriate punishment for Dorian, as long as he doesn’t discover he like the taste of soap.
Ash takes a moment to think over Dorian’s other questions, both of them sensitive subjects.
“I think I have found a way to rescue your Salen, but I cannot promise anything. I will have to pull some strings with some old friends, but I am not sure if they will agree to help yet,“ Ash says carefully, not wanting to get Dorian’s hopes up yet. “And yes, we can. It is an Arvaarad’s duty to cater to their Saarebas’s needs. If you need this, I will provide it to you. But we must discuss boundaries, both yours and mine... Is there anything that is off limits for you?“
Ash waits until Dorian nods, wading through more confused and conflicted emotions. This may be wrong. Maybe it will do more harm than good in the long run, but Dorian’s needs overcome Ash’s concerns.
He strokes Dorian’s cock slowly, taking the time to learn what his human enjoys. He carefully watches both Dorian’s body and mind for what feels good to the human, drawing out pleasure with each stroke.
“An Arvaarad takes care of all of his Saarebas’s needs Dorian. Guidance, discipline, comfort, pleasure… My role it to provide you with these things. “
Dorian nodded. All in all this could have been much worse. He followed quietly and sat down in his vision pile without complaint. He looked at his missing hand and frowned. It was starting to hurt again, he wondered what it would look like when fully healed.
“I think you may need to change the bandages. I can see a bit of pink staining them.” He said softly. Being bound as they had agitated one of the stitches a bit causing it to bleed some. He showed it to Ash. “How long till it heals all the way? I’ve never had an injury like this.”
“A year at least. The pain will stop once the cut has healed, but the stump will need to be shaped as the swelling goes down,” explains Ash, thinking back on one of his old Karataam brothers from Seheron in the early years of his time there. “I will help you with that… But you will have to stop taking poppy milk once the cuts are healed.”
Lunch is fresh cut vegetables, nan bread and hummus with roasted garlic on top. Ash spreads human on a slice of soft bread, places a few veggies in it before folding it and holding it out for Dorian to take a bite.
“We need to talk about what happened during your punishment. Put down some boundaries so neither of us cross a line… I didn’t know pain aroused you.”
Dorian pondered over this for a time. Not sure how he felt about a year long recovery. He wanted to be back to casting and using magic. It was his life blood. But he worried these qunari might not ever use him or his magic again.
Sighing he looked to the offered sandwhich thing and took a tentative bite. The flavor made him smile and he took another. “Qunari food isn’t half bad.” He said after swallowing.
“I…. didn’t know either.” He said blushing. “But looking back on it now, on all the stuff I did with… with Salen… he would do thinks like pinch me, slap my ass… a little pain to get me going. Then we would tumble in bed…”. He sighed and looked away feeling a bit embarrassed by it all. “I didn’t realize how far it would take me.”
"Food is important to us. We are a sober breed of people, but food is one of our joys," smiles Ash, waiting for Dorian to finish is sandwich before making one for himself.
"You take to it well... But it kind of thwarts my punishment plan for you. You're forcing me to be creative now," smirks the Arvaarad, letting his amusement along the link. "That kind of play in bed is common amongst the Qunari, but we don't do it without care. Usually boundaries and rules are set beforehand."
Ash waits until Dorian nods, wading through more confused and conflicted emotions. This may be wrong. Maybe it will do more harm than good in the long run, but Dorian’s needs overcome Ash’s concerns.
He strokes Dorian’s cock slowly, taking the time to learn what his human enjoys. He carefully watches both Dorian’s body and mind for what feels good to the human, drawing out pleasure with each stroke.
“An Arvaarad takes care of all of his Saarebas’s needs Dorian. Guidance, discipline, comfort, pleasure… My role it to provide you with these things. “
Dorian nodded. All in all this could have been much worse. He followed quietly and sat down in his vision pile without complaint. He looked at his missing hand and frowned. It was starting to hurt again, he wondered what it would look like when fully healed.
“I think you may need to change the bandages. I can see a bit of pink staining them.” He said softly. Being bound as they had agitated one of the stitches a bit causing it to bleed some. He showed it to Ash. “How long till it heals all the way? I’ve never had an injury like this.”
"A year at least. The pain will stop once the cut has healed, but the stump will need to be shaped as the swelling goes down," explains Ash, thinking back on one of his old Karataam brothers from Seheron in the early years of his time there. "I will help you with that... But you will have to stop taking poppy milk once the cuts are healed."
Lunch is fresh cut vegetables, nan bread and hummus with roasted garlic on top. Ash spreads human on a slice of soft bread, places a few veggies in it before folding it and holding it out for Dorian to take a bite.
"We need to talk about what happened during your punishment. Put down some boundaries so neither of us cross a line... I didn't know pain aroused you."
Ash waits until Dorian nods, wading through more confused and conflicted emotions. This may be wrong. Maybe it will do more harm than good in the long run, but Dorian’s needs overcome Ash’s concerns.
He strokes Dorian’s cock slowly, taking the time to learn what his human enjoys. He carefully watches both Dorian’s body and mind for what feels good to the human, drawing out pleasure with each stroke.
“An Arvaarad takes care of all of his Saarebas’s needs Dorian. Guidance, discipline, comfort, pleasure… My role it to provide you with these things. “
The apartment is quiet as Ash leads Dorian to the bathroom, their Karataam brothers in the rooms, sleeping through the heat of the afternoon. Dorian and Ash will have time to relax as well, afternoon naps a regular part of life in the Qun.
Letting Dorian into the bathroom first, the Arvaarad steps in behind him. “Want help?” Offers Ash, opening the front of Dorian’s skirts.
Dorian was about to ask for help when ash offered. He knew it was difficult to both hold the skirt and used the restroom at the same time. Blushing he nodded. After relieving himself he sighed and leaned back into his arvaarad a little. Seeking out that physical strength so he could say what he needed to say.
“I…”. He lowered his eyes. “I’m sorry about this morning…”. He finally said before standing upright again and following ash back upstairs to their living room.
Ash rests his hands on Dorian's hips for a moment, enjoying the weight of his Saarebas, then fixing Dorian's skirts. Maybe things haven't gone back to normal after all.
The apology catches him off guard. He can feel it is honest, but he never expected an apology for the human.
"You are forgiven, but you can't do it again... I know this new life is hard for you. You are still adjusting. I just don't want you to be taken from me and given to a less understanding Arvaarad," explains Ash, leading Dorian back upstairs.
Ash waits until Dorian nods, wading through more confused and conflicted emotions. This may be wrong. Maybe it will do more harm than good in the long run, but Dorian’s needs overcome Ash’s concerns.
He strokes Dorian’s cock slowly, taking the time to learn what his human enjoys. He carefully watches both Dorian’s body and mind for what feels good to the human, drawing out pleasure with each stroke.
“An Arvaarad takes care of all of his Saarebas’s needs Dorian. Guidance, discipline, comfort, pleasure… My role it to provide you with these things. “
The apartment is quiet as Ash leads Dorian to the bathroom, their Karataam brothers in the rooms, sleeping through the heat of the afternoon. Dorian and Ash will have time to relax as well, afternoon naps a regular part of life in the Qun.
Letting Dorian into the bathroom first, the Arvaarad steps in behind him. "Want help?" Offers Ash, opening the front of Dorian's skirts.

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Ash waits until Dorian nods, wading through more confused and conflicted emotions. This may be wrong. Maybe it will do more harm than good in the long run, but Dorian’s needs overcome Ash’s concerns.
He strokes Dorian’s cock slowly, taking the time to learn what his human enjoys. He carefully watches both Dorian’s body and mind for what feels good to the human, drawing out pleasure with each stroke.
“An Arvaarad takes care of all of his Saarebas’s needs Dorian. Guidance, discipline, comfort, pleasure… My role it to provide you with these things. “
Ash stretches with a groan, blinking up at the human sitting beside him. Looks like things are back to normal.
"Alright," says Ash, rolling out of bed and gathering up Dorian's skirts so he can have some privacy while walking through the apartment. "But we need to have a talk over lunch."
Ash holds out the skirts so he can dress Dorian.
Ash waits until Dorian nods, wading through more confused and conflicted emotions. This may be wrong. Maybe it will do more harm than good in the long run, but Dorian’s needs overcome Ash’s concerns.
He strokes Dorian’s cock slowly, taking the time to learn what his human enjoys. He carefully watches both Dorian’s body and mind for what feels good to the human, drawing out pleasure with each stroke.
“An Arvaarad takes care of all of his Saarebas’s needs Dorian. Guidance, discipline, comfort, pleasure… My role it to provide you with these things. “
“But your punishment isn’t over yet, Saarebas. You need time to think about your behaviour, or cry if you need too,” continues Ash, both meaning what he says but also needing a way out. Dorian’s hand and blissed out mind feel too Good, and Ash doesn’t want to get off while his human is still in a for of lust.
Unwrapping his arms from around Dorian, Ash sets the human back up on his knees. He tilts Dorian forwards, letting the Saarebas rest his head on the edge of the bed.
“You will stay like this until I come to untie you. If you need help, you can call for me along the link, but I will not come unless it is am emergency,” explains Ash, letting Dorian’s hair before turning to walk out of the room.
The moment the door closes, Ash’s hands fly to his belt, fumbling to get it off so he can get at his cock.
Dorian groans a little as he is moved but makes no effort other than that to resist. Once he is kneeling at the side of the bed he quiets down again. Taking a deep breath he nods in understanding to ash. He knew this needed to be done. Knew he had been wrong and had found peace with that.
Shifting a little when he hears the door close. He breathed deeply, a yawn if it were possible and closed his eyes behind the blindfold. He purred softly, thinking of what had just happened. The lingering pleasure and glow from their effections spreading through the link as he dwelled on the memory in a sleepy haze. He was tired and would probably doze off soon, but until then he wanted to bask in the glow of his orgasm.
Ripping his belt from its loops, Ash let’s his pants drop down around his ankles and takes his cock in hand. Clinging to the tail end of his Saarebas’s orgasm, he thinks of all the sounds Dorain made and how he squirmed in his arms. How he loved pain as much as pleasure. How he wanted it. How he wanted to touch Ash and get him off too.
It only takes a few strokes to make him cum, brain blanking out with mind blowing pleasure. He has to lean back against the door, panting heavily, legs shaking. God, that had felt good. Better than good. Amazing.
Licking his own cum from his hand, Ash pulls up his pants and staggers over to one of the couches in his living room. He needs a small rest before he can get back to work.
Dorian felt spikes across the link. In his sleepy haze however he didn’t put two and two together. Yawning again the young mage drifted off to sleep. The poppy milk along with all that had happened that day in the few short hours of being awake allowed the mage to drift off into a deep sleep. He would only stir a few times in slight discomfort of the position he was left in and the bonds that kept him in this position.
Ash has to lay down for a good ten minuets after cumming, catching his breath and finding his mind. He can’t believe what just happened. That Dorian wanted him to touch him, and wanted to touch in return. It is far better than anything he expected to happen between them… Hopefully it won’t wind back all the progress they have made.
Deciding not to dwell on what ifs, Ash gets up and gets busy. He does some tidying around the apartment, takes time to chat with his Karataam and get to know them better, then starts on lunch. He keeps tabs on Dorian through the link, aware that the human is asleep.
Hopefully he will be in a good mood when he wakes up.
Lunch ready, Ash brings it upstairs with another half dose of poppy milk. He sets it on the bedside table before going to Dorian, the human sleeping right where he had left him. Ash carefully undoes the blindfold and muzzle, plucks the gag out and sets them aside. He undoes the binds, then carefully lifts Dorian up and places him in his bed, under the blankets.
Ash crawls in after, pulling Dorian against his side. He arranges the human so his head is resting on his shoulder, deciding against spooning. That might remind Dorian of the day they met.
Wrapping his arms around Dorian, Ash let’s his back and hair, dozing lightly as he waits for the human to wake up.
Dorian groaned a little bit with each bit removed from him. He was tired though so other than some feeble movement of his arms in a mostly dozed state of protest. As he was settled on the bed he curled up to the qunari with some breathy mumbling.
It was maybe a half hour before the mage started to stir again. Groaning he buried his face into the kossith’s chest. Taking in his scent for a moment before realizing it was not right. The scent wasn’t his Salen. Blinking he looked around as recognition returned to him. With an exasperated sigh the mage sat up, stretched and yawned. “Assvaarad.” He said poking the other. “I need the bathroom again.”
Ash stretches with a groan, blinking up at the human sitting beside him. Looks like things are back to normal now.
"Alright," says Ash, rolling out of bed and gathering up Dorian's skirts so he can have some privacy while walking through the apartment. "But after that we need to have a talk over lunch."
He holds out the skirts so he can dress Dorian.
Ash waits until Dorian nods, wading through more confused and conflicted emotions. This may be wrong. Maybe it will do more harm than good in the long run, but Dorian’s needs overcome Ash’s concerns.
He strokes Dorian’s cock slowly, taking the time to learn what his human enjoys. He carefully watches both Dorian’s body and mind for what feels good to the human, drawing out pleasure with each stroke.
“An Arvaarad takes care of all of his Saarebas’s needs Dorian. Guidance, discipline, comfort, pleasure… My role it to provide you with these things. “
“But your punishment isn’t over yet, Saarebas. You need time to think about your behaviour, or cry if you need too,” continues Ash, both meaning what he says but also needing a way out. Dorian’s hand and blissed out mind feel too Good, and Ash doesn’t want to get off while his human is still in a for of lust.
Unwrapping his arms from around Dorian, Ash sets the human back up on his knees. He tilts Dorian forwards, letting the Saarebas rest his head on the edge of the bed.
“You will stay like this until I come to untie you. If you need help, you can call for me along the link, but I will not come unless it is am emergency,” explains Ash, letting Dorian’s hair before turning to walk out of the room.
The moment the door closes, Ash’s hands fly to his belt, fumbling to get it off so he can get at his cock.
Dorian groans a little as he is moved but makes no effort other than that to resist. Once he is kneeling at the side of the bed he quiets down again. Taking a deep breath he nods in understanding to ash. He knew this needed to be done. Knew he had been wrong and had found peace with that.
Shifting a little when he hears the door close. He breathed deeply, a yawn if it were possible and closed his eyes behind the blindfold. He purred softly, thinking of what had just happened. The lingering pleasure and glow from their effections spreading through the link as he dwelled on the memory in a sleepy haze. He was tired and would probably doze off soon, but until then he wanted to bask in the glow of his orgasm.
Ripping his belt from its loops, Ash let’s his pants drop down around his ankles and takes his cock in hand. Clinging to the tail end of his Saarebas’s orgasm, he thinks of all the sounds Dorain made and how he squirmed in his arms. How he loved pain as much as pleasure. How he wanted it. How he wanted to touch Ash and get him off too.
It only takes a few strokes to make him cum, brain blanking out with mind blowing pleasure. He has to lean back against the door, panting heavily, legs shaking. God, that had felt good. Better than good. Amazing.
Licking his own cum from his hand, Ash pulls up his pants and staggers over to one of the couches in his living room. He needs a small rest before he can get back to work.
Dorian felt spikes across the link. In his sleepy haze however he didn’t put two and two together. Yawning again the young mage drifted off to sleep. The poppy milk along with all that had happened that day in the few short hours of being awake allowed the mage to drift off into a deep sleep. He would only stir a few times in slight discomfort of the position he was left in and the bonds that kept him in this position.
Ash has to lay down for a good ten minuets after cumming, catching his breath and finding his mind. He can’t believe what just happened. That Dorian wanted him to touch him, and wanted to touch in return. It is far better than anything he expected to happen between them… Hopefully it won’t wind back all the progress they have made.
Deciding not to dwell on what ifs, Ash gets up and gets busy. He does some tidying around the apartment, takes time to chat with his Karataam and get to know them better, then starts on lunch. He keeps tabs on Dorian through the link, aware that the human is asleep.
Hopefully he will be in a good mood when he wakes up.
Lunch ready, Ash brings it upstairs with another half dose of poppy milk. He sets it on the bedside table before going to Dorian, the human sleeping right where he had left him. Ash carefully undoes the blindfold and muzzle, plucks the gag out and sets them aside. He undoes the binds, then carefully lifts Dorian up and places him in his bed, under the blankets.
Ash crawls in after, pulling Dorian against his side. He arranges the human so his head is resting on his shoulder, deciding against spooning. That might remind Dorian of the day they met.
Wrapping his arms around Dorian, Ash let’s his back and hair, dozing lightly as he waits for the human to wake up.
Dorian groaned a little bit with each bit removed from him. He was tired though so other than some feeble movement of his arms in a mostly dozed state of protest. As he was settled on the bed he curled up to the qunari with some breathy mumbling.
It was maybe a half hour before the mage started to stir again. Groaning he buried his face into the kossith’s chest. Taking in his scent for a moment before realizing it was not right. The scent wasn’t his Salen. Blinking he looked around as recognition returned to him. With an exasperated sigh the mage sat up, stretched and yawned. “Assvaarad.” He said poking the other. “I need the bathroom again.”
Ash stretches with a groan, blinking up at the human sitting beside him. Looks like thing are back to normal.
"Alright," says Ash, getting up to gather Dorian's skirt so he could have a bit of privacy on the way to the washroom. "But when you are done, we need to have a talk over lunch."
Ash holds out the skirt so he can help Dorian into it.
Ash waits until Dorian nods, wading through more confused and conflicted emotions. This may be wrong. Maybe it will do more harm than good in the long run, but Dorian’s needs overcome Ash’s concerns.
He strokes Dorian’s cock slowly, taking the time to learn what his human enjoys. He carefully watches both Dorian’s body and mind for what feels good to the human, drawing out pleasure with each stroke.
“An Arvaarad takes care of all of his Saarebas’s needs Dorian. Guidance, discipline, comfort, pleasure… My role it to provide you with these things. “
“But your punishment isn’t over yet, Saarebas. You need time to think about your behaviour, or cry if you need too,” continues Ash, both meaning what he says but also needing a way out. Dorian’s hand and blissed out mind feel too Good, and Ash doesn’t want to get off while his human is still in a for of lust.
Unwrapping his arms from around Dorian, Ash sets the human back up on his knees. He tilts Dorian forwards, letting the Saarebas rest his head on the edge of the bed.
“You will stay like this until I come to untie you. If you need help, you can call for me along the link, but I will not come unless it is am emergency,” explains Ash, letting Dorian’s hair before turning to walk out of the room.
The moment the door closes, Ash’s hands fly to his belt, fumbling to get it off so he can get at his cock.
Dorian groans a little as he is moved but makes no effort other than that to resist. Once he is kneeling at the side of the bed he quiets down again. Taking a deep breath he nods in understanding to ash. He knew this needed to be done. Knew he had been wrong and had found peace with that.
Shifting a little when he hears the door close. He breathed deeply, a yawn if it were possible and closed his eyes behind the blindfold. He purred softly, thinking of what had just happened. The lingering pleasure and glow from their effections spreading through the link as he dwelled on the memory in a sleepy haze. He was tired and would probably doze off soon, but until then he wanted to bask in the glow of his orgasm.
Ripping his belt from its loops, Ash let’s his pants drop down around his ankles and takes his cock in hand. Clinging to the tail end of his Saarebas’s orgasm, he thinks of all the sounds Dorain made and how he squirmed in his arms. How he loved pain as much as pleasure. How he wanted it. How he wanted to touch Ash and get him off too.
It only takes a few strokes to make him cum, brain blanking out with mind blowing pleasure. He has to lean back against the door, panting heavily, legs shaking. God, that had felt good. Better than good. Amazing.
Licking his own cum from his hand, Ash pulls up his pants and staggers over to one of the couches in his living room. He needs a small rest before he can get back to work.
Dorian felt spikes across the link. In his sleepy haze however he didn’t put two and two together. Yawning again the young mage drifted off to sleep. The poppy milk along with all that had happened that day in the few short hours of being awake allowed the mage to drift off into a deep sleep. He would only stir a few times in slight discomfort of the position he was left in and the bonds that kept him in this position.
Ash has to lay down for a good ten minuets after cumming, catching his breath and finding his mind. He can't believe what just happened. That Dorian wanted him to touch him, and wanted to touch in return. It is far better than anything he expected to happen between them... Hopefully it won't wind back all the progress they have made.
Deciding not to dwell on what ifs, Ash gets up and gets busy. He does some tidying around the apartment, takes time to chat with his Karataam and get to know them better, then starts on lunch. He keeps tabs on Dorian through the link, aware that the human is asleep.
Hopefully he will be in a good mood when he wakes up.
Lunch ready, Ash brings it upstairs with another half dose of poppy milk. He sets it on the bedside table before going to Dorian, the human sleeping right where he had left him. Ash carefully undoes the blindfold and muzzle, plucks the gag out and sets them aside. He undoes the binds, then carefully lifts Dorian up and places him in his bed, under the blankets.
Ash crawls in after, pulling Dorian against his side. He arranges the human so his head is resting on his shoulder, deciding against spooning. That might remind Dorian of the day they met.
Wrapping his arms around Dorian, Ash let's his back and hair, dozing lightly as he waits for the human to wake up.
Ash waits until Dorian nods, wading through more confused and conflicted emotions. This may be wrong. Maybe it will do more harm than good in the long run, but Dorian’s needs overcome Ash’s concerns.
He strokes Dorian’s cock slowly, taking the time to learn what his human enjoys. He carefully watches both Dorian’s body and mind for what feels good to the human, drawing out pleasure with each stroke.
“An Arvaarad takes care of all of his Saarebas’s needs Dorian. Guidance, discipline, comfort, pleasure… My role it to provide you with these things. “
“But your punishment isn’t over yet, Saarebas. You need time to think about your behaviour, or cry if you need too,” continues Ash, both meaning what he says but also needing a way out. Dorian’s hand and blissed out mind feel too Good, and Ash doesn’t want to get off while his human is still in a for of lust.
Unwrapping his arms from around Dorian, Ash sets the human back up on his knees. He tilts Dorian forwards, letting the Saarebas rest his head on the edge of the bed.
“You will stay like this until I come to untie you. If you need help, you can call for me along the link, but I will not come unless it is am emergency,” explains Ash, letting Dorian’s hair before turning to walk out of the room.
The moment the door closes, Ash’s hands fly to his belt, fumbling to get it off so he can get at his cock.
Dorian groans a little as he is moved but makes no effort other than that to resist. Once he is kneeling at the side of the bed he quiets down again. Taking a deep breath he nods in understanding to ash. He knew this needed to be done. Knew he had been wrong and had found peace with that.
Shifting a little when he hears the door close. He breathed deeply, a yawn if it were possible and closed his eyes behind the blindfold. He purred softly, thinking of what had just happened. The lingering pleasure and glow from their effections spreading through the link as he dwelled on the memory in a sleepy haze. He was tired and would probably doze off soon, but until then he wanted to bask in the glow of his orgasm.
Ripping his belt from its loops, Ash let's his pants drop down around his ankles and takes his cock in hand. Clinging to the tail end of his Saarebas's orgasm, he thinks of all the sounds Dorain made and how he squirmed in his arms. How he loved pain as much as pleasure. How he wanted it. How he wanted to touch Ash and get him off too.
It only takes a few strokes to make him cum, brain blanking out with mind blowing pleasure. He has to lean back against the door, panting heavily, legs shaking. God, that had felt good. Better than good. Amazing.
Licking his own cum from his hand, Ash pulls up his pants and staggers over to one of the couches in his living room. He needs a small rest before he can get back to work.

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Ash waits until Dorian nods, wading through more confused and conflicted emotions. This may be wrong. Maybe it will do more harm than good in the long run, but Dorian’s needs overcome Ash’s concerns.
He strokes Dorian’s cock slowly, taking the time to learn what his human enjoys. He carefully watches both Dorian’s body and mind for what feels good to the human, drawing out pleasure with each stroke.
“An Arvaarad takes care of all of his Saarebas’s needs Dorian. Guidance, discipline, comfort, pleasure… My role it to provide you with these things. “
"But your punishment isn't over yet, Saarebas. You need time to think about your behaviour, or cry if you need too," continues Ash, both meaning what he says but also needing a way out. Dorian's hand and blissed out mind feel too Good, and Ash doesn't want to get off while his human is still in a for of lust.
Unwrapping his arms from around Dorian, Ash sets the human back up on his knees. He tilts Dorian forwards, letting the Saarebas rest his head on the edge of the bed.
"You will stay like this until I come to untie you. If you need help, you can call for me along the link, but I will not come unless it is am emergency," explains Ash, letting Dorian's hair before turning to walk out of the room.
The moment the door closes, Ash's hands fly to his belt, fumbling to get it off so he can get at his cock.
Ash waits until Dorian nods, wading through more confused and conflicted emotions. This may be wrong. Maybe it will do more harm than good in the long run, but Dorian’s needs overcome Ash’s concerns.
He strokes Dorian’s cock slowly, taking the time to learn what his human enjoys. He carefully watches both Dorian’s body and mind for what feels good to the human, drawing out pleasure with each stroke.
“An Arvaarad takes care of all of his Saarebas’s needs Dorian. Guidance, discipline, comfort, pleasure… My role it to provide you with these things. “
Dorian rested back against the other. Still bound he couldn’t reach up to touch the other. But in a way this excited him even more so. This felt like some royal intrigue he had only ever heard of from his desk in the libraries of tevinter.
Feeling the finger brush against his slit several times he couldn’t help but moan out. That had always made him feel good. That and… the mage blushed realizing how he had loved pain in the past too. Never putting two and two together. But being prodded at his slit, the occasional pinching and slapping at his balls and cock, it had all aroused him enough to always be ready to go at it with Salen. Maker how he wanted that again.
Ash basks in Dorian’s lust, feeling pleasure along the link and letting it wash over him. He tries his best not to let his body react, focusing on pleasing his Saarebas, but his cock twitches every time he hears the human moan or feels a surge of pleasure along the link.
But he can tell this isn’t enough for Dorian. He can feel the longing for something more.
Still stroking Dorian’s cock, Ash pinches one of the human’s nipples, slowly increasing pressure and twisting it. He does the same with the other once he feels Dorian’s reaction through the bond.
Daring to try something a little more extreme, Ash abandons Dorian’s nipples to stroke his hand down the human’s chest and stomach, claws dragging over soft skin and drawing red lines to the surface.
“Pain makes the pleasure sweeter doesn’t it, Saarebas?” Asks Ash, cupping the human’s balls and squeezing them.
Dorian is a squirming mess as as starts to tease twist and pull at his nipples. The pain sending waves of pleasure through him, his cock twitching and pulsing in Need and desire. Moaning through the gag he lays his head back. Nuzzling into ash’s neck.
He felt the cock against him a little but ignored it when suddenly there were nails on his stomach. He squealed slightly at this. Squirming as his cock seemed to leak streams of pre. It was a good sound however. The desire for more wafting heavy through the link.
Dorian nodded furiously at the question and whimpered. He wanted more. He wanted release and surprisingly he trusted ash to help him find it. His hand balled into a fist behind him. It was close to Ash’s groin though dorian didn’t know this and just squirmed under his touch, his hand balling and unballing, wanting to grasp for something.
When Dorian nuzzles his neck, Ash presses his lips to the top of the human’s head, breathing in his sweet smell. Having Dorian like this is wonderful. Maybe the human will be more cooperative once he realizes Ash could reward him with pleasure.
The squeals and gasps and moans of pleasure are music to Ash’s ears, reach one making his cock a little harder. He is happy to ignore it for now, to focus on pleasing his Saarebas before taking care of himself in private, but then Dorian’s fingers brush against his cock. At first, he pulls his hips back. But after a moment, he pushes them forwards against Dorian’s palm.
“Do you want to touch me?” He asks the human, lips brushing over the human’s skin.
Ash drags his nails gently over the sensitive skin of the human’s balls, stroking Dorian’s cock with the other… Then he slaps them lightly.
Dorian found purchase for just a moment only to have it taken away. He whimpered softly feeling like he was denied something for a moment. But it only lasted a moment as Ash’s hips came back to his hand and he moaned. The heat filling his hand, he squeezed a little before palming at it through the cloth.
The mage nodded at the question. Moaning softly. He gasped as his balls were struck. He felt so close to cumming and every little ounce of pain was bringing him there. Getting him to his peak in a way he had never been before. If he could speak he would be begging right now. Though he was begging through the link, clear as day.
A deep rumble comes from Ash’s chest, like a lion’s purr, when Dorian rubs his cock through his pants. Not enough to get him off, but he is glad his Saarebas is not afraid to touch him anymore, seeing as how horribly their first meeting went.
He feeds his own pleasure back through the link, letting it twine with Dorian’s. Presses a kiss to the human’s temple, Ash slaps his balls again and squeezes the human’s cock tighter as he strokes it.
Dorian couldn’t take it anymore. He was right on the edge. The smell of the qunari’s musk was pleasurable to the human. His hips rolled a little in response to being able to feel this’s man’s length. If he wasn’t bound that cock might have been in his mouth.
The slap on his balls finally sent him over. Crying out his hips jerked into the others hand, thrusting as his seed spilled over. Dorian’s hand gripped the other cock tightly, not wanting to let go. After a few moment he finally relaxed again, flopping back limp into Ash’s grip, panting but calm now for the first time he got since he got there. Well except when he was drugged.
Ash groans and thrusts his dick into Dorian's hand as the human cums, the Saarebas's orgasm flooding through him. The feeling doesn't get him off, nor does Dorian's grip, but it's close.
He milks Dorian's dick for every drop of cum he can get, drawing out the human's pleasure until it is almost painful. Then he licks the cum from his fingers, moaning at the bittersweet taste... So different than Salen, it still good.
"Good boy, Dorian," murmurs Ash, kissing the human's temple again as he hug the smaller man to him, rubbing Dorian's heaving chest. "You did very well, being such a good Saarebas and letting me take care of you. Your Arvaarad is proud."
And Ash let's Dorian feel how proud he is, letting the emotion flow across the link, hoping his lust isn't staining the praise.