Third Day (3 of 6)
Breaking a Warlord: Damion tests flying leashed to Mulsae, tasting freedom but chained to obedience and constant control
'Breaking a Warrior' Content Warning: Erotic Horror
Story contains non-consensual sex, psychological manipulation, power imbalance, humiliation, dehumanization, and other dark, disturbing themes.
This story invites reflection on what happens to the mind under sustained horror, how identity reshapes itself around trauma, and what traces of agency persist when autonomy has been stripped away.
Proceed with extreme caution.
They walk through the camp and reach the cliff's edge overlooking Scaldmere. The wind batters against Damion's body, and it feels great. They walk north along the edge until they reach the secluded spot surrounded by the rock formation.
Mulsae drops the slack of the leash and loops the end over his shoulder. He unbinds Damion's wings and steps back a few feet. "Stretch. Give yourself a good stretch. Take however long as you need."
Damion rolls his neck and shakes his legs while his wings flare out. He laces his fingers together and pulls them forward, then raises his arms above his head and leans backwards to stretch his back. This would be a lot fucking better if my wrists weren't fucking cuffed.
"I know. Just two more days and we'll be home and can take the cuffs off." Mulsae calls out over the sound of the wind.
Damion shakes his body around to move every muscle he can think of. Two days. Two more days. He feels safer to just move his body freely. He doesn't fear he'll make the wrong move. He actually believes Mulsae wants him to fully stretch and move around. Remnants of tension get pushed out of his muscles as he moves. He's feeling increasingly more relaxed.
He switches his focus to his wings. He arches his back and pulls out his wings as far as they'll go. He slowly moves them backwards and forwards, up and down, and tilts forwards and back. He opens and closes them a few times and shakes them out. He takes a few slow flapping movements.
He faces Scaldmere and gazes upon the scenery while stretching his neck out once again and rolling his shoulders. His wings are flared out with wind blowing against them. He takes a deep breath of the fresh crisp mountain air and enjoys this moment. He closes his eyes and soaks in the sensation of the wind whipping along his body and wings.
Damion's eyes snap open when he hears Mulsae's footsteps approach from behind him. The slack of the leash ominously drags across the ground. He tenses and his heart rate quickens. Dread melts through him. No, no, no, not again.
Mulsae puts his hands on Damion's hips and noses across the back of his shoulder and neck. "Relax, Damion. Focus on the wind," he says softly.
Damion takes a shuddering breath, closes his eyes and focuses on the wind. It's blowing across his wings. He tilts them to face the wind as if he were flying. He takes slow deep breaths and appreciates the quality of the fresh air. Tension starts to ease away as he relaxes.
Mulsae moves a hand to the anal plug and Damion tenses again. Mulsae coos a long low shush then says, "Focus on the wind and relax." Focus on the wind. Focus on the wind. Focus on the wind.
Mulsae loosens the anal plug and begins to gently pull it out. Damion's face scrunches up as he tries to will his lower half to relax. Focus on the wind. Focus on the wind. Focus on the wind.
Damion gasps when the flare of the anal plug pops out. Mulsae slowly completes removing it. Oil drips down the cleft of his ass and Mulsae rubs it into and around his hole. A moment later Mulsae notches the tip of his cock to Damion's hole.
"Focus on the wind," Mulsae coos. Focus on the wind. Focus on the wind. Focus on the wind. Mulsae pushes in at a slow steady pace. Damion lets out a low and long groan until Mulsae bottoms out.
Mulsae moves his hands so his left is splayed across Damion's abdomen and his right splayed across his sternum. He holds him firmly.
Mulsae gradually starts to grind against Damion. Focus on the wind. Focus on the wind. Focus on the wind. He imagines flying. He imagines the act of flying feels so incredible. He imagines all those erotic sensations he's feeling in his core are triggered by flying. The wind whips over and under his wings.
Mulsae slowly shifts and tilts his thrusts to find the most pleasurable location for Damion. He listens carefully to the noises Damion is making and is able to find it. Mulsae massages the area with his thrusting cock.
The pleasurable sensations build up and surround Damion. Flying feels so incredible, he imagines. He gets lost in the sensations. His moans come unbidden. He shallowly thrusts his hips. His wings make a mighty flap and blow up the dust from the ground pelting them with pebbles and makes a whomp sound.
Damion eyes pop open as he freezes solid and clenches hard on his core. Mulsae immediately stills. Fuuuck, Mulsae is going to be so pissed I did that! Damion starts to pant shallowly.
"You're a good boy, Damion. It's okay to move your wings." Mulsae gently caresses Damion's chest. He lets out a gentle shushing coo, "You're alright, everything is alright, you're a good boy." Damion relaxes only marginally.
"Do the breathing exercise. Inhale and hold, one, two, three, and exhale and hold, one, two, three." Damion breathes deeply. "Good. Do it again." He repeats the breath. "Good boy. Keep doing that and relax your body." Damion breathes slowly and deeply and wills himself to relax. I'm safe, everything is okay. I don't need this tension. I can just relax. He breathes deep and slowly relaxes.
Mulsae tentatively starts moving again, paying close attention to Damion's tension. Damion tries to get himself back into the previous headspace. Just focus on the wind. Just focus on the wind. He pays attention to how the fresh air sits in his lungs. He feels not just how the wind on his wings feels like flying, but the caresses the wind creates on the feathers he never noticed before.
Damion focuses on the wind’s caress to learn about these previously undiscovered sensations. He brings up these new sensations to the forefront of his mind and merges them with the sensations emanating from his core coming from Mulsae's thrusts. The merge creates a bloom of satisfaction that flows out and surrounds him with a pillowed cocoon of comfort, and enough safety to allow him to just let go, release the borders of his ego and melt into the universe.
Damion is back into the blissful headspace. His throat emits unbidden sounds and cries. His hips thrust. His mighty wings try to take purchase in the wind with languid flaps as he imagines himself soaring through a cloud of comforting pleasure. His wings snap taut as the cocoon tosses him over the edge. Damion cries out loudly and his body convulses while Mulsae holds him firmly in his arms as Damion's legs turn shaky and limp, no longer able to support him upright.
Damion stills and pants with an entirely limp body. Mulsae pulls out and lifts Damion into his arms. Then they're in the air for real. He lazily looks around them and watches the camp tents get smaller and smaller, and then get larger and larger as they descend. They land outside Mulsae's tent, and he carries him inside and to the bed.
Mulsae raises Damion's bound arms then lays him bent over the side of the bed with a plop, his whole torso, head, and arms supported on the bed with his ass in the air and legs hanging off the side of the bed. Damion is in a fucked-out haze and disoriented, still coming down from his high.
Mulsae takes himself in one fist while pulling open Damion's ass cheek with the other. "Look at your cunt just gaping open for me," he says while firmly stroking himself, "This ass is mine, all mine. I do whatever I want with this ass," he squeezes Damion's ass cheek firmly, possessively, "I own you. I own your entire body."
Mulsae slaps Damion's ass hard enough to leave a red hand print, then leans over and roughly grabs Damion's hair by the scalp and pulls his head back, "I take what I want from you, when I want to. There is nothing you can do to save yourself. You are entirely mine." Mulsae then releases a guttural groan and cum spits from him and stripes over Damion's gaping hole. Mulsae pants heavily for a few moments. "Look at you, covered in me." He runs his thumb through the cum and around the rim of Damion's hole, dipping in to run his thumb along the inside rim causing stings to bloom through his core. Damion's breath hitches and he groans. Mulsae stills and pants a few moments longer before dropping Damion's hair and walking away.
Mulsae returns with the warm wet cloth and gingerly wipes up the cum from Damion's ass. Damion hisses and rubs his face onto the covers. It still stings. Mulsae picks up Damion's limp body with a firm arm around his chest to support him, then pulls back the blankets and furs before gently redepositing Damion onto the bed. He pops off his shoes and positions him into the typical position for him for bed. Damion drifts off into blissful sleep.
~•~
Damion feels a gentle caress up and down his spine. It feels lovely. He sighs contentedly. He feels good.
"Damion," purrs Mulsae. Damion slowly opens one eye. Mulsae smiles warmly, "Hi there."
Damion glares, "Fuck off and die." He turns his head to press his forehead into the pillow.
Mulsae moves to caressing down Damion's scalp and massaging down his neck. Damion melts at the touch and his breathing slows to a relaxing deep pace.
"How do you feel?"
"Fine."
"Just fine?"
Damion groans, "Very relaxed."
"That's good. Is there anything you'd like to talk to me about?"
"No."
"Nothing on your mind? Any requests?"
"Die."
Mulsae smirks. He flattens down Damion's hair then rolls over onto his back and looks up at the ceiling.
"You'll have to get up in a few minutes. Take this time to wake yourself up so you're not so groggy and disoriented." Damion groans and rubs his face into the pillow.
"I think you'll enjoy this afternoon. We're going to go flying." Damion startles to full consciousness. Did I hear that correctly? He turns his head to face Mulsae and looks at him quizzically. He notices that Mulsae is in a set of Emberan leathers rather than his typical finely tailored outfits.
"Yes, I said we're going flying. It'll be a little awkward as we'll be tethered together by a leash. But you've been a good boy, and we're both talented in the sky, so I trust that we'll make it work."
Damion gulps and his heart races. Flying. Real flying. Mulsae is truly not taking it away from me. Oh gods, I want to taste the sky so badly, I'm not sure I will care that I'm on a leash. His breathing deepens.
"Well, that seemed to wake you up! Sit up on the edge of the bed when you're ready."
Damion stretches and rotates muscles across his body. Once he's woken up his body more he slowly sits himself up, stretching various body parts during the movement. He swings his legs over the side of the bed and sits on the edge.
Mulsae puts a hand on either shoulder and rubs across them. He then stills, "Want a back massage before we get started?" Damion freezes and thinks. He really doesn't want to be touched by Mulsae more than necessary. This morning was an exception because he was so sore and tense. He shakes his head.
Mulsae promptly removes his hands from Damion's shoulders. "I hear you. Let's get started then. Put your shoes on and then stand up."
Mulsae returns with a different leash made of a different material. "I had this specially made for flying. It's much longer but lighter so it doesn't add additional weight to your cock." He clips one end to the cock cage, then unravels a few loops of the leash and slings the loop end of the leash over his neck and shoulder.
"Heel." Mulsae leads them out of the tent and then through the war camp. Mulsae summons his wings a moment after they exit the tent. They wind their way over to the training rings. They're filled with soldiers training and observing training. Many stop what they're doing to openly gawk at Damion. A hush rolls through a crowd as Damion approaches, and then excited murmuring grows as he passes by. He tries to ignore the existence of any one other than Mulsae. His life is narrowed to Mulsae, and Mulsae only. No one else exists or matters.
Mulsae leads them to the least crowded ring and announces, "Disperse. I'm claiming this training ring for the next 2 hours." Soldiers scramble as they pay their respects to the Sanctum Master and head to other rings of the training area. A few trip over themselves or bump into each other when they notice Damion. He tries to pay them no mind and give no thought about it.
They walk to the center of the ring and face each other. Mulsae tosses the leash’s looping slack to the ground between them.
"We're going to start with a very quick test flight. We're going to just fly straight up, hover, then drop back down. Do you understand?" Damion nods affirmatively like a soldier.
"Let's put about one wing span between us." They step back from each other. "Ready?" Mulsae flares his wings. Damion flares his wings and nods.
"We'll ascend on my mark. Three… two… one… mark!" Simultaneously they jump into the air and flap their wings to take purchase in the sky. They lock eyes with each other as they ascend into the sky, higher and higher. Damion spares a quick glance and can see the entire war camp. There is absolutely no chance he could make it out of this camp on foot. He focuses back on Mulsae to make sure they're in sync.
Mulsae hovers and Damion promptly follows suit. The leash is untangled and has a lot of slack between them in a long upside down arch. After a few moments Mulsae gives the Emberan gesture for down and they begin the descent. They make smooth landings each with a gentle thump.
"How was that?"
"Good."
Mulsae observes the area. "Did you notice any potential problems?"
"No."
"Neither did I. Let's move on to the next test. We're going to fly around the entire circumference of the camp and land back in this training ring. If we encounter any problems in the air, we will promptly land straight down wherever we are. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"We’ll fly next to each other and both keep a watchful eye on each other so we remain in sync. Let's fly roughly two wingspans apart. There is four wingspans of slack between us so it should be enough. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Lastly, if you need to land for any reason give the down signal and we will promptly land. If I think we need to promptly land I'll do the same. We're both controlling this flight here. If either of us want to land then we will promptly land. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Any questions? Or foresee a potential problem?"
"No."
"Let's stand side by side two wing spans apart." They get into position. "On my mark. Three… two… one… mark!" They ascend straight up into the sky in a synchronized fashion. They reach a height where the whole war camp is visible then hover. Mulsae gives the Emberan hand gesture for flying north.
They fly next to each other, shifting their gazes back and forth between each other and the path they're flying in. They steadily make their way around the camp. Once they reach the training ring, they hover for a moment and then descend together at Mulsae's signal.
"How was that?"
"Fine."
"Just fine?"
Damion sighs. "It isn't enjoyable when I have to keep paying such close attention to what you're doing."
"I felt the same way." Mulsae crosses his arms and paces, tapping a finger on his bicep. Damion stands and watches.
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