1 Masochist

it seems my sins cought up to me, I died choking on my mistress's spit as she tenderly watched her hands around my neck take away my breath. she probably doesn't know I'm about to die. I've been a regular customer of her and love this play, but today as my life left me, I watched as the mistress's face turn into different faces of women I've slept with after performing plastic surgery on them. they worshipped me but I couldn't get the morals out of my head. I'm a cosmetic surgeon but to become that I had to become a doctor first. it went against everything I've been taught, to sleep with my patients, especially vulnerable ones, victims of burns, accidents, addiction and obesity. they come to me, looking for a way to look in the mirror and not cry.

I gave them what they wanted, but in exchange, instead of money, I got their bodies, To do with as I please. they were too receptive of the attention they have been deprived of and of the new face or body that pleases me and them. To satisfy my sadistic side and some of their masochist tendencies I've even transformed a room in my house as operation room. surgeries I perform there are done without anesthesia. they like the pain and I like cutting them with the knife as they control their screams of pain and pleasure as I fuck them. it's not like I perform anything complicated here, just superficial surgeries.

as the mistress realises that I'm dying, she frees her hand and asks me if I'm fine. huh,I would have preferred of she didn't come out of character, but I guess you can't have everything. I found my masochist tendancy as a way of overcoming the guilt of sleeping with vulnerable patients, so it is only appropriate that it is what puts me out of my missery.i barely have enough strength to say "not.. your.. fault.."as she screams. life leaves me.

the scream continue even after I'm sure I'm dead, which is weird. I feel myself freeing from a tight hold around my body as I see light after darkness. I'm guessing I've been reborn into a new world as giant people I see around me all have long pointy ears handling me. the room is black unlike any hospital I've seen and seems to be a bedroom rather than a hospital.

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4 years time skip

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I wake up snuggled up to my mother. she is a dark elf sorceress and has studied at the dark tower. she had been assigned to a black ark when I was born. I don't know my father and I'm sure she doesn't either. dark elves are pretty lose with sex among themselves and cruel with sex with other races, so it isn't unusual for a dark elf child to not know their father, unless their mother are faithfully married, or incompetent enough that not many elves would sleep with them. my mother though, is far from incompetent.

she may not rule this black ark, that honour goes to one of my possible faster, lord clawcreak, but she is the closest thing to clergy here. she is assigned as his adviser in all things magic and a member of the court around him. dark elf don't really do much out of love, but a bond between mother and child is still precious. the progenitors of our race is a mother-son pair after all(morathi-maleketh).

life may not hold much value in eyes of a dark elf, their own included, but raising a child is still impartant job for the whole species, any mother that neglects a child is seen as incompetent and is kept from progressing in life until they better themselves. and as I've said before, my mother is anything but incompetent.

I crawl out of her grasp and drink water from my bedrest to clear my head. once I'm fully awake, I smirk as I crawl back under the blanket this time, not looking for my mother's arms but her legs. I part her legs to see her most wonderfully pink pussy. just looking at it makes me thirsty, so I decided to quench it. I kiss her vagina, my nose rubbing against her erect clitoris (ladies version of morning wood).

I drag my toung along her hard clit and then suck on it as of it were a small lollipop. her legs instinctively go around my neck as if to give me a hug, giving me no way out, not that I want out. I start massaging her thighs , and pick my toung deep in her vagina. I had been doing this since about the time I could speak and actively participated in oral sex with my patients in last life, so o was very good at this. no wonder she starts moaning so hard that she wakes herself up. she pulls the blanket from above me and gives me a sexy glare that would have made me cum if I could even get a Bonner, sadly this childish body is about a decade away from such pleasure, but that didn't mean I can't take pleasure in my oral skill and in making my mother feel good. I give her a sheepish look as I double down on the toung-twister now that I know that she is awake. it doesn't take long until she is squirting her cum right into my thirsty mouth.

"I'll never get used to this way of waking up, any millennia old elf is less skilled at arts of toung than my 4 years old son."my mother says, releasing me from her legs. I reply"you flatter me mother, I don't have any technique, just my undying love for you seems to be better heard by you vagina, much better than your ears"I grin."I'm famished "I say as I open my mouth to show that I've gulped down every last drop of her climaxe, she smiles and pulls me closer and we start French kissing.

we pull apart as I deviate from her lips downward, slowly kissing her jaw, neck, chest and settle down on sucking her nipples. milk starts pouring in my mouth as I simulate her other breast with my hands. my mother moans at my provocation, but inturrepts her moans, by drinking bed-side water. once I feel like I won't get more from this breast, I plop down on the other nipple. due to simulating it before, I'm much quicker to finish the second time.

my mother pulls me up on her shoulder and carries me to kitchen. where our slaves have already prepared food for us. a couple of female slaves comes up to us and starts feeding us both. after we are done, I ask my mother with puppy dog eyes"mother, when can I finally start learning magic". she replies "you know I've already promised to teach you magic when you turn 5 next week, it is already a privilege since most elves don't start till they are 13, you are only allowed due to your maturity, just enjoy your last week without magic, because once you delve in, anything non magical will loose all is luster."

And so started my magical education at my 5 th birthday. I started with beast magic, I had an affinity for it that my mother said I inherited from her. later leaning all about magics and world I'm in through her lessons. I was a quick learner, only limited my my young body.I also learnt art of combat from multiple slaves that we sponser for the fighting pit. it allowed me to learn from and against users of various fighting style. I'm not perticularlly partial to any weapon, but i would profess my affinity with small daggers/kunai, due to being the only weapon small enough to make with my limited magic and ability to throw them say distance with decent accuracy.

I don't know much about the world I'm in, but one of my patient sex buddies was a big gamer. she let herself go with gaming addiction and gained a ton of weight. she came to me with a picture morathi, claiming this is what she wanted to look like after the surgery. I watched her streams, especially of total war: warhammer 2 regularly after that, whenever I had time to admire my handiwork at her face. so I know much about the game, without having ever played it or having read about it. it was also an interest of her I used to get onto her pants, regularly. she even insisted that I call her morathi during sex and had a cosplay costume ready for every time we did the deed.

unlike high magic, which can only be learnt by learning all other schools of magic first, dark magic was just forcing raw aethyr to your whims. while mastery of dark magic requires mastering all arts as well, practicing it has almost no requirement. only that you be mature enough to endure any backlash, and there were many. every time one cast a dark spell they have not masterd, they risk the spell giving unintended results and even just act of casting then could be harmful to caster.

while these facts are true for any magic, they are most prevalent in dark magic as it almost exclusively is based in willpower and not logic that other schools atleast tangentially follow. hence deal magic is most open to interpretation and interference from emotions and thoughts of caster. which is why my mother had told me that she will teach me dark magic only after I've completely mastered a school of magic, and even then no theories, just spells that relate to the school I've masterd.

this is so that I can learn how to achive same effect with logic and with willpower, and don't stray too much into msgics I don't understand. this allows me to correct any imperfections with my dark spell casting with beast spells. now my favorite spell in beast magic is Amber spear. it's dark magic equivalent doom shiv, is much more destructive to its singular target, but with much lesser Range and lack of AOE. not that I cannot alter these things in either spell, by expending more magic, will and logic. this is exactly the spell I altered to create knife/kunai constructs as my weapon.

by the time I'm 6 years old, I think of my time spent mastering this single school of magic and how far I've come with my training in fighting and culture.