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Kinktober Day 3 : From Light to Lock

Kinktober Day 3 Prompts: Voyeurism (watching others)~Daddy Dom play~Hairbrush spankings

Fandom: Warcraft

Tags: Daddy Dom play, Dom/sub, Voyeurism, demon sex, hairbrush spankings, Imp shenanigans

Pairing: DraeneiM/Succubus, Zorul/Estrosia, Drat

[Author's Note: Recent changes in Warcraft have allowed for Draenei to be Warlocks. I haven’t read up on the story/lore reasons behind it. They have also allowed for red skinned Drae to be made so that is my excuse for all of this. It just sounded fun to do and I have gremlins in my DMs encouraging me.]

When Argus had been found to not only still be somewhat intact, or as close to intact as a group of floating plains held together by thoughts and prayers could be, it was an even bigger surprise to find that anything was still alive there. The demons were expected, but no one had anticipated that any draenei would still have survived. Many of those left were paladins and priests, continuing the fight against the legion, locked into battle for eternity if need be.

The lightforged and all the other non-demonic survivors were invited to come back to Azeroth to live and hopefully flourish. The transition was difficult for most of them, some struggled without a battle to fight, unsure of their purpose now. Zorul faced a different problem. He had lost his family in the battles on Argus, and had continued to fight more for vengeance than anything else. He had been a paladin, but his powers waned slowly over time. His convictions seemed farther away and the light was always just out of his grasp.

He chose not to flee Argus, desiring to remain behind to protect those that were fleeing to give them a chance as he had nothing left to live for. With his family gone and his connection to the light slowly fading, Zorul accepted his fate and chose to use what power he had left to protect whoever he could. It was all he could really do.

What he had not anticipated was surviving. Despite his tenuous connection to the light, it held up for several thousand years. He wasn’t the strongest with the light, but he was physically imposing and found that he could help in other ways when his powers were not cooperating. His mind was sharp, clever, sometimes a little unhinged. He began to understand the demons, to a degree at least. As chaotic as they were, their actions still had patterns. It wasn’t perfect, the Legion thrived on chaos, but he still learned and used that knowledge to help push them back.

As time passed and his connection to the light faded, Zorul did not feel as lost as he thought he would. Though, he had considered he was just losing his mind. The voices and whispers grew ever louder as the light faded from him. They were practically screaming in his head when the light was fully gone. Thinking himself insane, Zorul sequestered himself in a building far from the protected locations of his kin. He planned to be alone until the madness took him, but that wasn’t what happened.

Unsure of how the creature even found him, Zorul was faced with a quite sorry looking imp. Clearly it was lost, far from the battles and others of its kind. Only the absolute patheticness of the creature stayed his hand. Regardless of what it was, harming it felt akin to kicking an already injured puppy. Against his better judgment, and maybe from a little loneliness, Zorul helped the creature. Feeding it, trying to heal its wounds, and giving it shelter. Without realizing it, this was the first step to a new path that Zorul could have never imagined.

It was the beginning of his journey to becoming that which he fought against, a warlock. It wasn’t intentional at first. Him scrounging for books, scrolls, and tomes to teach him anything about the demonic languages was more out of a desire to communicate with the imp than it was to learn how to control it. However, knowledge was absorbed none-the-less and soon Zorul was on his new path.

Drat, as the imps name turned out to be, was a source of both comfort and madness. The creature was trying at times, but he also helped keep Zorul’s loneliness at bay. Though at times it was a wonder if it was worth the price. Drat got into everything, caused more problems than he should have been worth, and frequently set their belongings on fire.

As time passed Zorul became attached to the imp, and without realizing it had quite literally attached himself. He bonded with the imp, or perhaps the imp had imprinted on him. While he never summoned the creature, they were still able to form that same bond regardless. He found he could leave Drat at home, and while foraging could summon the imp to his side as needed. After that it was mostly unintentional advancement in his learning until it wasn’t.

After a particularly vicious attack Drat suggested Zorul summon some protection. Hunting down the specific books that would teach the fledgling warlock the spells and runes needed to summon a voidwalker. Without really thinking it through Zorul did exactly that, and after a few failed tries, one explosion, and a burned tail, he finally managed to summon A rather grouchy voidwalker that clearly wanted to be anywhere else.

Gazkoth was a chore to deal with on even the best of days, but he kept Zorul and Drat alive and that was all that mattered. Even if Zorul was starting to feel a bit off about his decision to fraternize with demons. This was about survival, not picking sides.

Hundreds of years turned to thousands as Zorul settled into his solitary life. His demons kept him company and as he studied and learned more spells he found he became quite adept at it. There was no creature he could not best with his new powers and with nothing else to do but study and practice, he honed his new craft. Zorul was fully a warlock without even realizing it until his first re-encounter with one of his own kind.

It wasn’t a memory he was fond of dragging up, the fear at the sight of him and how hard it was to explain what happened and how he ended up this way. The only reason no one died is because Zorul forbade his demons from causing harm. It was that act that not only saved their lives, but gave him a new purpose. Soon he was dragged off to an encampment to help the lightforged fight off the legion. He was little better than a prisoner, but it was acceptable to know that he was able to help his own people again.

This was how he found himself on Azeroth most unintentionally. Packed off with others of his kind and supplies. No one really asked him what he wanted, it was just all assumed, and now he was on a new world, surrounded by curious and strange individuals, and feeling more lost than he ever had in his life.

Apparently draenei warlocks were simply unheard of and it took some convincing to allow him freedom of movement throughout the alliance territories. Really the only upside to this change of scenery was the freedom, but it was also somewhat daunting. When he was a prisoner everything had been provided and he had routine. Now he had to fend for himself and everything was chaos.

Thankfully Zorul found others like him, warlocks that tried to use their abilities for the betterment of their people, even if they knew their souls were damned for it. His story was quite unique but not so far off as to alienate him. He found that there was still so much he didn’t know about demons and being a warlock, despite his thousands of years of study. Though some of that study had been severely limited once he was captured by his own kind. They did not want him learning anymore than he already knew unless it was necessary.

Zorul found there were other kinds of demons he could study and summon, powers he didn’t even realize he already had and just never used, and for the first time in a long time he found community and friendship. Something he had longed for but never dared hope could be.

It was through these bonds, and the freedom to study and learn that he found Estrosia. He was taught the spells and runes to summon a succubus, and due to his nature and the weakness of his abilities, he summoned a rather young and not so powerful one. She was shy, uncertain, and clumsy. Constantly tripping over her own tail and miscasting her spells. The other warlock suggested banishing her and trying again, but ever the softie Zorul refused. Rose was perfect.

It was a trial, teaching Rose. She did not catch on to spell work quickly. She was intelligent, an avid reader, but something was missing. It also didn’t help that she tripped over her own hooves any time she had to walk any kind of long distance, or that she would get tangled in her own tail and have to be freed from it. Drat enjoyed tormenting her when she was stuck like that and more than once Zorul had found her in tears with her tail around her stuck in some awkward position.

He sought the advice of other warlocks and they just suggested he banish her and try again, she was clearly newly created and did not have all the skills a succubus should. Zorul wasn’t having it and decided that he had no choice but to try and teach her. Something he anticipated would take a while, but not nearly as long as actually ended up taking. Getting her through the basics took months, almost a year really, however that was the best milestone. Once she had the basics down her coordination improved and she didn’t trip nearly as much.

There were still aspects of her powers that Zorul hesitated on. Succubi were meant to seduce but Rose was innocent in his eyes. Even if she was a demon, he hated the idea of someone taking advantage of her. Though that wasn’t how her magic worked. In reality she was the one that should be taking advantage but having Zorul for a master really hampered that ability. She never wanted to break away, she had no desire to flee, Rose wanted to stay with Zorul and she made it clear. It was unusual and he got the side eye from other warlocks on the regular. It was unusual to have close relationships or friendships with your demons.

Though the reality was that many warlocks used their demons to relieve their sexual needs. It was known, but never discussed as not all warlocks participated in that sort of thing. Many did, more than would be expected, but not nearly as many as was rumored. Zorul had never even considered it, at least not at first.

As time ticked by, he found his emotions towards Rose changing and he saw her differently than his other demons. Drat, was as always a bit of a pain. An instigator, a menace, and since Rose came along a bit of a pervert. Something Zorul tried to correct but had no success in curbing, not fully anyway. His voidwalker was their protector and had remained mostly the same over the thousands of years, his grumpiness was now directed towards outsiders instead of Zorul himself.

Life with his demons moved on, changed, and grew. It was less lonely now, at least in some ways, but now Zorul had a new problem. His lust for Rose grew and with each incident he found his control slipping. It was always something innocuous. She was always the target of Darts pranks so she would often end up covered in some substance and require a washing, usually with assistance. Or she would end up naked when she shouldn’t be. The worst was when she was naked and her tail had gotten wound around her in a compromising way and Zorul found her like that. Those were the hardest days.

Recently he had taken to punishing Dart and Rose when they acted up, something that hurt him when he saw how much it upset Rose. It did nothing to deter his imp, who honestly was picking up behaviors from the local goblins in the area. Zorul often spent time in neutral cities as opposed to purely alliance ones. He was tired of fighting and honestly just wanted to spend time with his scrolls and books. He just wished Dart would find better friends.

The fact that he let his demons run around loose was unusual, but so far no one had complained, though he did have to hide a few bodies when some men got a little too handsy with Rose. There were lines that were not to be crossed, not by him, not by anyone. Still they had settled into a weird sort of routine and Zorul became complacent with what his life was now.

As days moved to months, and months turned into years, Zorul saw change in himself. He realized that his lust for Rose wasn’t the worst part of it, no it was the love he felt for her. She mattered to him and he knew she couldn’t return those feelings. All the research he had done, every book, tome, scroll, every story he could find, went back to one simple truth. Demons could not feel love, not the way mortals could. Though one would argue that Draenei were technically immortal.

As the time had moved he did his best to teach Rose to be strong, to build her powers, and to a degree it worked. She learned some of the arts of seduction, even if it was awkward at times. Her clumsiness continued to lessen, and she grew in strength and personality. If only he could shake his feelings for her. Often he would have to punish her for simple things that he felt she should know better than to do. It hurt, but at the same time, he wondered if she did it on purpose. It almost seemed like attention seeking behavior as opposed to genuine problems. It gave him pause, did Rose want punishment? Was this some weird succubus thing he was somehow unaware of? Either way he needed to find a way to get her to stop.

Never were his punishments physical. It was always chores, or extra studying, or just the most boring thing he could think of like counting the nails in the floorboards. Anything that could feel like a punishment but wasn’t physical harm. That was a line he would not cross. It was dangerous and could make demons strike back against their masters. Something he wasn’t too keen to experience.

This time Rose had done it. Zorul had been working on that potion for three weeks. It had complex stages, steps that had to be followed exactly. Ingredients that were difficult to source, and some that he wasn’t sure he could even get again, and there Rose was. Tangled in her tail again, the vial shattered on the floor at her feet.

“Dammit all Estrosia!” He had used her full name, a rare occurrence reserved for serious times and true anger. “Sometimes you frustrate me beyond all reason. If you were a child I would spank you!” He hissed his eyes glowing with anger.

Rose shrank under his glare, she knew she had messed up, that was apparent on her face. Without Dart around he knew this wasn’t a frame job, this was entirely her fault. “You will clean up this mess, then you will begin researching where to get more components and then this time, you will have to join me! Danger or no danger you will fix this mess!” Zorul stomped out of his study and moved to his private room, his hooves heavy on the floor.

Sinking into his chair he sighed, face in his hands as he fought back the darkness that followed his anger. Sometimes, something within him craved violence and other dark things but he fought, he would not lose himself to this. He was a warlock, not a monster and he wasn’t going to hurt innocent people. Not out of anger, not for any reason.

It took almost an hour for Zorul to calm his mind and his temper. Slumped into his chair he contemplated trying to sleep when he heard the sound of his door being pushed open slowly. In stepped Rose, looking quite pitiful and holding her brush in her hand. Sometimes, he would brush her hair and those were the times it was hard to hold back desire, but she liked it and it helped them bond.

“I am in no mood Estrosia. I will brush your hair another day.” Zorul watched her and waited for her to leave but became curious when she didn’t and only handed him her brush. “You realize being obstinate is not going to help you right now.”

Then she did something he did not expect. She draped herself across his lap and just laid there face down. She didn’t say anything, just stayed still aside from some minor trembling.

“I… couldn’t find a belt.. Or a switch.. It was all I had.”

It took Zorul several long moments to comprehend what she was even saying. Why would she need a belt or a switch, why bring a hair brush if not for. Oh, oh. Well, that was certainly new. She must have taken his statement to heart and assumed he was actually going to spank her like a child. Not a fully horrific idea, but a dangerous one.

“I am not going to spank you Estrosia. You are not a mortal child and you know that I do not use physical punishments on my demons. I refuse.”

“I earned it. I won't attack. I was bad, you have to punish me.” As far as she was concerned this was logic and he needed to follow it.

Zorul sighed deeply, rubbing a hand down his face. “Estrosia, get up and go to your room. I am not in the mood for games.”

“NO!”

Zorul looked down at the succubus draped across his lap in shock. Dart was the one that sassed him and talked back. Never Rose. She would to the line with disobedience but she had never outright refused an order. He was shocked into silence, trying to conjure up a response.

“You won’t forgive me if you don’t punish me, then you will hate me and banish me. You keep using my full name. You don’t love me anymore.”

Well now the draenei was perplexed. Beyond perplexed really. She was behaving like a mortal child who had upset a parent, not like a demon at all. This was disturbing, upsetting, and weirdly funny if it weren't so very weird.

“Rose, you know as well as I do this is not how demons work. I am angry but I will not banish you, I promise.” He waited for a response. She didn’t move, she didn’t even try to move. She just laid there and Zorul was a little lost on what to do next.

“You should spank me anyway.”

There was something in her voice. Something different that he couldn’t quite place but that tickled at his mind in a way that he wasn’t sure he was ok with. That was the voice he often heard her using when practicing her seduction spells. Well, now he was in a bit of a pickle. This could easily get out of hand, but if she actually wanted it then was it really so wrong?

“Well then, since you insist, you have earned this Rose.”

Zorul lifted the brush in his hand and brought it down gently on her rump. He couldn’t bring himself to hit hard, not at first. He had to test to make sure she wouldn’t actually attack him, and that she wouldn’t be genuinely harmed. A few more test taps with the brush had her wiggling in a way that was a little too distracting. This went on for a few minutes as he warmed her up and found he liked how she squirmed. Before long he gave her a good smack that had her making a noise that went straight to his dick. Something he would have to address later but for now he was a little too far in to stop.

What Zorul had not realized is that Dart had been watching them. At first it was curiosity to see what was going on, but then, well, he was a much older demon and he had learned a lot of new things from his mortal friends. Mostly how to spy on people without them noticing him. He wasn’t sure what he expected but this was absolutely worth watching.

The spanking continued as Zorul lost himself a little to it. The sounds she made, the way she moved in his lap. It was intoxicating and all that lust began to boil up inside of him again. He feared what he might do next if this kept going, if his lust remained unchecked. Honestly things might have gone farther if Rose had not spoken.

“I’m sorry daddy! I promise to be a good girl!”

Zorul stopped, full stopped. He looked down at her and just stared before he found his voice again. “I’m sorry but what?” At his age, maybe it was just his hearing finally beginning to go. He wasn’t young anymore, not even close, he had to have misheard.

Now her voice was hesitant. “I.. I promise to be a good girl.”

“Yes, I heard that part, but the other thing?” Zorul waited, hoping it was his old ears, because this was not something he was sure he was prepared to deal with.

“Um.” Rose hesitated, squirmed a bit, then somewhat deflated in his lap. “Daddy?”

“So, I did hear that right. Is this something you would like to explain?”

After a pause. “No, not right now. Later, just, can we keep going? I was almost there.”

Zorul sputtered and dropped the brush in surprise. Why the little minx was, how dare she. Of course he ignored his erection and his own lust, because this had to be dealt with. He was absolutely not a hypocrite by any means.

“Please?”

That gave him pause. There was something genuine in her tone. Zorul realized that while this would change things, it would change everything. He did not have the will power within him to deny his Rose anything.

“For that you are getting extra, move your tail.” Zorul pulled away the bottom of her little body suit, throwing the tatters on the ground. His hand met bare flesh as he continued her spanking bare bottomed. If he needed it would be easy to retrieve the brush but for now he wanted to feel her skin heat up under his hand.

Oh the sounds she made woke something in him and he found his control slipping easily as he spoke to her, admonishing her like a petulant child who had displeased an actual parent. “You will learn not to break other people's things. Naughty girl. Daddy is very displeased.” The words came easily as his hand struck over and over again.

The sounds from the closet should have alerted him that they were not alone, but he was too engrossed to notice them. Dart was enjoying the show in a carnal fashion and he wasn’t about to be shooed from his hiding spot. He had plans for Rose later if he could talk her into it. For now his hand would have to do. The show was hot and seeing how much Zorul had changed gave him some ideas to help push this new corruption along.

“Are you going to be a good girl for daddy from now on? I want to hear you say it Rose.”

“Yes daddy! I will be good, I promise I will be, ooh, oh I will be so good.” Rose wiggled and squealed “harder daddy! I deserve it” She was so close now. If he stopped she would be so put out. Right on the edge.

Zorul slapped her ass harder, watching it bounce. He could feel the wetness against his hand. He could feel that she was close. There was so much more he wanted to do, things he was imagining that were wrong, but he couldn’t stop. He would give her this, just this once, and never again. They would have a talk and this would not escalate.

“That’s right sweetheart, be a good girl and cum for daddy.”

Rose cried out loudly, her body arching in his lap and she trembled from the pleasure. Finally getting the attention she had wanted from him for so long. She spread her legs, hoping for more, wishing for more before her orgasm had completely finished. “Yes daddy!”

Zoral was panting, desperately trying to reign in his own desires, his own lust. She was beautiful like this. Maybe, maybe it could happen again. Just a spanking when she misbehaved, nothing more, nothing past this. Already that never again was fading into the background. As he caught himself licking the moisture off of his hand.

Dart had finished before Rose did, he watched them quietly, plotting. He would proposition Rose. Promise to help her seduce their master fully, if she gave him something in return. Yes this would work out nicely for him in the end. After all, this was a warlock of his own making, a master that he knew would never abuse him. Dart actually liked Zorul, and in his own weird demonic fucked up way, he genuinely thought that this was helping. Afterall, it was him that suggested the brush to Rose when she couldn’t find a belt.

#warcraft fanfic #kinktober 2023 #draenei x succubus

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