How to Train Your Blood Elf [WoW Troll OC x Blood Elf OC]

[NicTheDjinn]

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Laselius never once stopped struggling. Even with having just taken a bath, he could smell the troll. He was sure that elves had a smell, too, but he had never noticed it. It was hard to when he was constantly surrounded by Orcs who smelled like rotting meat, cows that smelled like shit, and trolls that smelled like animal musk. He shook his head a far as he could, nose curling up into a snarl. He wished that he could curse the troll up and down. His green eyes glowed with an intensity and he felt himself pulling from whatever life there was around him. Bugs fell dead, shrubs wilted and died. He wasn't a mage, sorcerer, warlock or whatever other handfuls of spellchuckers there were- but he was a Blood Elf, and magic made them. It was a part of them, and damn it if he was just going to let himself get facefucked. There was a time when anger passed self-preservation. This was it.



He couldn't fight, but he did let out a guttural scream again, thrashing as he could. He would break every bone in his own body if he had to before debasing himself like that. Magic could help him there. It was easy to tear yourself up with magic if you didn't know how to use it.

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Zo took a deep breath as the struggle continued, quietly watching as things withered and died, even feeling a little unwell himself. Terrifying things, Blood Elves... He knew this one wasn't even trained in the way of magic and look what he was managing. What's more, the paint he'd so carefully applied wasn't doing its job. He'd specifically applied it to keep the elf calm, at least on some level. Something like that hadn't happened since he was a boy and certainly not with as powerful as he'd become at this point. It was then that he put it together. The damn elf was eating up the magic itself.

He hadn't thought that was possible. He'd chatted with an elf or two in his time striking friendly relations with the Horde and had gotten a little out of them. He never pushed them for information they did not freely want to give, but he understood that they could absorb and consume arcane magics. Zo's magic was not arcane. He was a Druid and a witch doctor. His magic was drawn from nature for the most part. Still there was no denying that the symbol wasn't putting off the magic the way it was supposed to. So much for that idea... He wasn't even sure how the elf's system could process it, let along how it might react to it. Time would tell he supposed.

One of his large hands came to fist at into the hair at the back of his head. Once he had a good grip, he let the chain go and instead gently caressed a soft, pale cheek. When he spoke, it was no longer in orcish, just as he had when they bathed and he'd healed up his broken wrists. Despite being in a language that the elf couldn't understand, the words, as well as his touch, were incredibly soothing. Considering how upset and panicked he was, unnaturally soothing. It didn't take a genius to realize he was using magic on him, but the elf himself would surely be able to feel the magic flowing into him even more keenly than most other races. Should he calm like he was supposed to, he would even release his hair and start to gently pet it instead. "'Ush now... Dere be no need foh all dat..." He cooed, switching back to his accented orcish.

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Laselius's eyes were alight with the fire of the fel magic that he had twisted from the life around him only brighter when his hair was grabbed, and he snarled around the gag in his mouth, only for it all to fade in an instant with the troll's gentle touch. He could feel the magic, but there wasn't a thing that he could do about it. Active like this, coming right from the source, there was nothing he could do to corrupt it, even on a subconscious level, and thus he had no natural defense against it. He practically melted from the tense position he had been holding himself in, arms tight and straining against the bindings, hips twisted out awkwardly as he tried to gain any traction with them tied together. All of that faded into a haze.

He still was pissed, and terrified, but it felt like he was experiencing it through a thick haze. That fear was still there in his eyes even as his eyelids drooped. He even tilted his head into the touch, though tears welled up in his eyes. Like this, he could appreciate the hand in the face of the fact that for the last couple of weeks he had had nothing but indifferent shoving about at best, or outright torture at worse. Being just touched with such care stirred up a great well of emotion that he hadn't expected. Through the spell, he allowed himself to feel those emotions, and he knew that he could blame the spell work if asked.

Drool was already beginning to drip down his chin from the gag, and his jaw ached something horrible. To get a ring in that could accomidate the troll's girth, his jaw had just about been popped out of place. That thing was going to kill him. At least if it did, this would be over.

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Thankfully, the magic took as it should and seconds later the elf was calm and pliant. He knew it wouldn't last without putting in more magic to keep it going and he would rather not burn that kind of energy if he didn't have to. Still, the reaction he'd gotten was far more extreme than he'd expected. He'd forced a lesson far too quickly it seemed. He needed the blood elf to understand his position in the world now, but this didn't feel right. He needed to change tactics a little and just hoped the elf would allow it as keeping him calm this way wouldn't work in the long run.

"'Ush now... Dat's it. Ya not be understandin'. Ain't gonna 'urt ya if dere be no need fo'it. Be good, mon. No need fo' all dis..." He cooed on, gently petting the other's hair with one hand and caressing the cheek leaning into his palm with his thumb. "Ya not be thinkin' so, but ya gonna be 'appy here. Jus' gotta be good." He urged on gently, sliding from the bed to kneel before him. Despite the change in position, he still loomed larger, thick thighs coming to rest on either side of the smaller male.

"Gonna take dis out. Watch what comes outta dat pretty mouth o' dis be goin' back in," he warned then, sure enough, moved to gently unbuckle the gag and ease it out of his mouth again. Setting it aside, he wiped away the drool from his chin for him with a thumb. Already he could feel the effects of the spell getting close to it's limits. Soon enough, it would fail and the blond would regain his wits. "Wanna be good ta ya, but ya gotta let me..." With the gag set aside, he went back to gently petting and caressing, hoping to keep some of the calm in place as the spell faded out entirely. Well... The cast spell anyway. The one on his forehead would continue to do it's best though it seemed he was going to have to reapply it sooner than expected. It should have lasted the day at least, but he could sense it would be falling short. He wondered how many times he would have to do this to keep the effect up like it was supposed to be.

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The flip flopping nature of his emotions were exhausting. One minute there was only fear, then there was anger, then artificial calm. One moment he wanted nothing more than to die, and then the next he was fighting for any hope at life. Self preservation was battling hard with a merciful death, and he wasn't quite sure who was winning. Right now, without the panic and rage mixing together, it was the former. His mind revisited that he wasn't against begging.

As the gag was eased out of his mouth, his mouth hung open. He found moving it to be a monumental task that ached every inch of the way. It wasn't broken or dislocated, but it felt like a hours old bruise. His entire body trembled, that fire from before effectively put out. He would have to work back up to it, though that wouldn't be difficult.

"Please." He slurred, "Please- you're going to kill me. I can't... that wont fit. I can't even get my teeth around an apple. Please don't-" He seemed to struggled, hesitate, and then the words came out gurgled as he just barely held back a sob, "Don't fuck me. I don't want to die. I don't want to die like them." He was still not pulling away from the touch, but his face was slack and his eyes were unfocused, even if that was hard to see past the arcane glow.