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Backfire	By : Prophet-of-a-Darker-Script Category: +G through L > He-Man Views: 3093 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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AN: Sorry the update is sooo late but real life is hectic! I fully intend to finish this fic, so don’t worry about it being abandoned. I just have another ID that I use and this one doesn’t get used so much because I can’t remember my password half the time.
No worries though! It WILL be updated and finished. It’s just taking time. Be patient, please.
Oh, and there’s a little more smut before we continue with an actual plot. Sorry. :D
HUGE THANK YOU TO ALL WHO HAVE REVIEWED! I’m just in AWE at the reception this fic has garnered. I honestly didn’t think there would be much interest, seeing how there there’s not a lot of active fics going, but I’m happy to say I have been surprised and graciously overwhelmed.
THANK YOU!
Please excuse any typos or odd fonts. I do try my best to make this as easy to read as possible, but sometimes, the sites just do NOT want to cooperate.
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Cotton surrounded Ella. A thick, heavy, fluffy veil of it. She could swim through it, yet it still clung to her, keeping her into the dream world of softness and the sensation of floating. She took a deep breath and plunged into the white mist, feeling free and safe and with reluctance, she felt the tug of consciousness pull her from the billowy confines.
Ella sighed, her brown eyes fluttered as the last vestiges of her dream fell away, revealing the featureless face of Skeletor. Though he lacked the ability to show emotion, she could tell he was smiling at her. His hand was gentle upon her arm as he caressed her skin.
“Good Morning, Master,” Ella said after she had gained her senses.
Skeletor chuckled, releasing her from his embrace and rose off the bed.
“You provide a pleasant morning,” Skeletor commented, going to the bathing pool and waving his hand to set the water in motion.
Ella soon joined him, following him into the water. Skeletor sat on the marbled ledge as Ella grabbed the soap and cloth and worked it up into a rich lather before massaging the strong body that had awakened her senses. Her hands worked across his shoulders in a kneading motion, earning a pleasant rumble as his tense frame relaxed under her ministrations.
There came a knock at the door. Skeletor gave an annoyed growl but didn’t move from his relaxed place. Ella made to move to answer the door but he halted her advance, returning her hand to his shoulder and barked an order at the door.
“Come in!’ he shouted.
The elderly cook came in carrying a dish. She kept her gaze averted from the bath as she set down her dish, but her assistant, the blond girl from Ella’s village, did not miss the position of the couple. Her eyes narrowed as she watched the intimate massage, knowing that both were naked beneath the waters. Her suspicions were confirmed when she turned and caught sight of the rumpled bed, the scent of sex in the air. She curled her nose and followed her mistress out the door, feeling her skin crawl with the insinuation.
Ella paid no mind to the two attending maids. When they left her gaze went to the table, her nose telling her it was a rich meal. When she was done, Skeletor extended his legs, waiting patiently while she swished the cloth over their length and between his toes. She was rewarded with a little chuckle with the attention to his feet. She would have to remember such information.
When she was finished, Skeletor nodded to her own body and leaned against the seat, watching her wipe down her skin with the same scented soap. It smelled different on her. More feminine and pleasant to behold. She hurried quickly and followed him out, where she grabbed one of the thick towels from the rack and set about drying his body. She worked on his shoulders and chest first before dropping to her knees and wiping his feet, up his legs, her eyes going to limp sex, her bottom lip being caught between her teeth. Skeletor’s hand was gentle on her head as he cupped her face, causing her to lift her gaze to meet his sightless features.
“Later, my dear. Right now we eat, then our duties demand attention,” Skeletor said, wondering what it would be like to have the young woman to take him in her mouth. He had such an experience once before, when he was Keldor. The woman had been a well practiced courtesan and had shown him alternatives to gaining pleasure. He had requested such a thing of Evil-Lyn but the witch had scoffed and refused to place her lips anywhere near his despised manhood.
With a snap of his fingers, reluctantly for Ella, Skeletor conjured clothing, draping her with a white gown with a modest neckline. Ella touched the fabric in surprise, feeling its soft swish against her suddenly dry body.
Ella seated her master and placed his food before him then stood beside him in silent attention.
He waved to the opposite chair. “Why do you not readily seat yourself?”
“I do not sit until I have been invited,” Ella said, going down to her place with her plate and sitting down. “A servant may only share their master’s table when offered and must not impose upon his hospitality in making assumptions.”
“Such as?” Skeletor asked between bites. He was liking this woman more and more. She knew how to please and she knew her place, even giving a courtier’s explanation of her station.
“If one has been invited to dine before they must not assume such courtesy will be extended beyond the original incident,” Ella said, taking a bite. The food melted in her mouth.
“You show much promise,’ Skeletor commented, staring at the woman seated at the far end of the table.
“I only wish to please,’ Ella said, her stomach twisting with the memory of his presence.
“You have proven to be beyond adequate,” Skeletor admitted, earning himself another smile that sent a thrill up his spine.
The ancient book humming on his desk gave a nasty flop, breaking the mood. Skeletor growled, slamming down his silverware and stalking to the desk. He leaned over the open book, glaring at its traitorous pages.
“You don’t want to spill your secrets. Is that why you are resisting translation?” Skeletor asked.
“Perhaps I can find a reference book for the translations?” Ella asked, rising from her seat and joining her master at the desk. “I would assist you in translating them if I had reference material.”
“There aren’t reference books for this language I’m afraid,” Skeletor admitted. He waved his hand, casting two enchantments. The book gave a feeble flop but didn’t hum. The pages glowed a soft white, its script still resistant to reveal itself to the lord of Snake Mountain.
“The book is so old,” Ella whispered, looking at the cracked leather binding. “Is there a polish I may use on it to ensure it doesn’t fall apart?”
“You can not use a restoring potion on a spell book,” Skeletor explained. “The magic will cancel each other out or cause explosive side effects. If the enchantment in the potion is strong enough, it can leech out the power behind the incantations.”
“But these books are so old,” Ella said, glancing to the vast library. Some had already been wiped down with the cloth, though they had not been pulled from their places for fear of upsetting her master’s catalogued inventory. “If I can not preserve them with an enchanted polish, perhaps I may use regular oil?” She looked to Skeletor and jerked her head to the tall bookshelf. “Some of the books have weathered much time and their bindings are just as brittle as their pages. Perhaps if I could work a thin, non-magical oil into their surface, it could prevent further destruction by age and wear?”
Skeletor thought for a moment. With a nod he snapped his fingers and several bottles appeared with a clear liquid and a large stack of cleaning cloths. Without the magical intervention, the cloths would become soiled, transferring more dirt than removing.
“Do not open the pages,” Skeletor warned. “Many of those books hold spells that will turn a mortal to salt by mere glimpsing the pages.”
“Understood,” Ella said, bowing her head.
“Use caution, my dear,” Skeletor added, his voice softening and causing Ella to look into his sightless face. “I will be cross if you disobey me and get yourself killed.”
“Understood,” Ella repeated, her smile lighting up her face and making her brown eyes twinkle.
Skeletor reached out, cupping her cheek, his thumb tracing over her lips like a love struck youth sampling his first taste of a maidens lips. Most females had screamed, kicked, punched, and even fainted when Skeletor had shown such affection. He was not a weak man, giving in to his physical desires often, and he refused to be made a fool or rejected. Those who treated him with such disdain where quickly corrected in their manner, Skeletor casting them to the dungeons were they were the pleasurable entertainment of his soldiers.
But Ella didn’t do any of those things. She lowered her lids, her cheek pressing into his palm in open affection. Her hand came up to his, clutching his wrist, her fingers caressing the skin with an intimate touch.
“Perhaps tomorrow you may leave these chambers and accompany me to my throne room,’ Skeletor said. A small part of him wanted to display his new prize for all to see. As that thought ran through his mind he grabbed her wrist, turning her hand palm up and pressed his fingertip to the inside. A purple emblem appeared on her left wrist, small tendrils raced along her forearm to curl into an exotic spelling of Skeletor’s name in the ancient tongue.
Ella stared at the marking on her arm. The purple looked as royalty, its coloring blending beautifully into the tanned nature of her skin.
“I have claimed a slave as my personal servant. She bears my mark upon her left arm,” Skeletor said, his voice soft in her ears but thundering in the halls of Snake Mountain. “None may touch her, lest they invoke my wrath and wish to forfeit their lives. I, Skeletor command it.”
Ella felt her knees go weak. Such a proclamation meant that she could wander the halls naked and no soldier could lay a hand on her. Course she would never test that theory. The sense of security was very refreshing though. She felt as if a weight had been lifted from her back by a very burdened yoke. She turned, planting a soft kiss on the wrist where he still cupped her face.
“You are protected within my walls,” Skeletor said, feeling his heart pound so violently in his chest, he wanted to cough at the sensation.
“I am honored by your touch,” Ella smiled.
Skeletor growled at the insinuation. With reluctance he removed his touch from her.
“I will return this evening and we may continue the conversation,” he promised, a thrill of pride swelling his body as she barely suppressed a shiver.
Without another word he left, the doors closing behind him. A few minutes later and the serving maids reappeared, taking the half finished food away. Ella saw the look on the blonde girl’s face and felt her own face flush. The blue eyes were narrowed, lip curled in contempt as she turned and walked from the chambers with an air of superiority. Ella felt cold throughout her body.
Wanting to warm up, she grabbed her cleaning supplies and set to work, smiling to herself when she found a ladder by the bookshelf that had been placed there by her master. She worked through lunch, her mind set on her task, her nerves on edge in case one of the books should fall open and she perish on the spot. She was lost in her duties when the door opened, admitting her master.
Skeletor took one step into his chambers and stopped, thunderstruck. Not only was the bed, dining table and desk now devoid of filth and polished with a carpenters fervor, but now most of his bookshelf was just as clean. There was one shelf near the ceiling that still sported cobwebs and dead insects. Half of the shelf below it was polished, the other half resembling something from a macabre fairy tale. The rest of the shelves were cleaned to perfection and each book shone as if newly pressed. Some of the bindings looked brand new while others absorbed the protective oil like a starving man at a meal. Their damage and age making their recovery long and difficult.
Skeletor remained transfixed as he took in the rest of his surroundings. The candelabras were removed of grime of the ages, showing them to be made of elegantly curved gold. Skeletor stared at the polished metal, flummoxed. He had always believed them to be brass! The candles flickered off their gilded surface, giving the impression he was surrounded by abundant wealth. The sensation was doubled when he noted the three windows had also been devoid of their coat of grime. Black marble with veins of white and gold lined the sills. Golden framework displayed a mosaic of clear glass and brilliant emerald, resembling a serpent gazing afar.
Ella was standing in front of the desk, her back facing the door and unknown to her, a watchful Skeletor. Her arms were at work, massaging an oil into a book as it lay on a cloth upon the table. She was humming to herself as she worked, placing the book on its spine as she rubbed in a little oil, then continuing the book onto its other side. She dipped the cloth into the oil and wiped in a sweeping motion, collecting most of the grime from the surface. With another cloth she worked the oil into the leather binding in slow, deliberate circles.
The care and attention she was showing to something most considered to be a nuisance or not worth the time and effort, was very appealing. He felt himself thicken, looking to her backside and small motions it made as she worked. On silent steps he approached her, his body straining within the confines of his uniform. He grabbed her wrist and spun her around to face him, his member throbbing dully with her proximity.
She let out a startled yell as she turned, the hard body pressed against her telling her without words what was expected. Skeletor leaned over her, bending her backward over the desk, his hips grinding into hers in silent instruction. Much to his elation she smiled, discarding her cleaning cloth. It was his turn to gasp from shock. Instead of placing her hands on his shoulders and giving in his to direction, she grasped his erection, massaging it with kneading fingers, feeling it grow heavy with her ministrations. She licked her lips, thinking that he was somehow bigger as she felt along his length. It didn’t seem possible he could fit inside her.
He pushed against her upper body, causing her to give in and lower herself flat along the desk. He snapped his fingers, causing their clothing to disappear. His erection instantly jumped in full display, a thick pearl escaping its tip. He grasped Ella’s legs. His hands slid down her short legs to her ankles, drawing them up to the edge of the desk before parting them, revealing her to his hungry gaze.
“Observe,” Skeletor commanded in a whisper as the woman closed her eyes and held still, waiting for his entry.
Ella’s eyes opened, clouded by lust, and though she felt weak with desire, she rose up on her elbows, looking between her parted thighs to the thick length that pointed to her center. With deliberate ease the wide head caressed her body before slipping between moist folds. She groaned at the sensation, panting in short bursts.
Skeletor moaned at the wet welcome, feeling her passage relax in invitation. With his eyes locked onto her face as she watched their intimate connection he pushed forward, inching his way inside. She gasped, clutching her thighs as she felt the width stretch her to her limits in that delicious way. Another inch was welcomed, a growl of lust rumbling from her chest as she watched and felt the length cleave her body, filling her to the brim and threatening to split her wide open.
Further and further he penetrated until his body came flush with hers. Ella cried out, unable to hold herself still and started to thrash, her body grasping and pulling and demanding his release though he was stubborn and not going to give in so easy. But Elders, was it difficult!
He wondered at her reaction, feeling her contract, her inner walls rippling and massaging in that way that usually meant his immediate release. He held off, wanting to prolong the pleasure but it was costing him every bit of his reserve.
That was another thing he liked about this slave. Even the slowest of motion or the simple act of penetrating her had such a desirable affect. Evil-Lyn had never reacted to him in such a way.
He shuddered, feeling her body draw him in. She bucked against him, forcing him deeper to where he could feel the entrance of her womb caress his sex. The heat bloomed outward from her body in an all consuming inferno, its epicenter the wide crown now stimulating her internal walls so vehemently, she cried out again. Without worry or hesitation she clutched him to her in an effort to pull him as deep as he could go.
Ella couldn’t form thought or reason as she held onto the man who was giving her such release. She felt her core stroked with such a loving caress that she couldn’t stop her body’s natural reaction. Like an animal she ground up, feeling pressure deep inside from his presence. As the fourth wave of pleasure sent her tumbling over the edge, she felt his release as liquid heat exploded, answering her call. Her body clenched, suckling on the length and enjoying its generous offering as it filled her past endurance.
She fell boneless against the desk, her arms wrapped so tight around Skeletor’s neck he thought she was trying to choke him. He allowed her the unconscious need to draw him closer, his face dropping to her collarbone and nibbling along the feminine curve. He felt her tremble inside and offered another grinding thrust, giving the entrance to her womb one last intimate caress, bathing it with his essence.
Ella groaned as the man fell on top of her, pinning her into place. The little bites along her skin felt nice and she lessened her hold around his neck, not realizing she had held onto him with such strength. She felt guilty for clutching him so adamantly but while she was lost in the haze of lust, she just needed something to anchor her so she wouldn’t go flying off into the stratosphere. Her hands traced the hard muscles and lines of his back, feeling them contract when he gave an instinctual thrust into her body. He alternated his attention along her neck, causing her to present her small breasts and arch into his touch. When he crossed to her left side, biting along her collarbone, she whispered in his ear.
“I do love such conversations,” she said. She felt like slapping herself after speaking. What was she thinking? Speaking in such a way to her master? He could have her whipped for this!
Skeletor stopped his attention and rose, looking into her flushed face. She looked terrified for some unknown reason. He gave a chuckle that rumbled into her chest as he leaned over and traced her nipple, causing her to gasp and rise against him. Her chest rose, greeting his inquisitive mouth. Ella’s hands caressed his head, her foggy brain not deciphering the feel of bone instead of flesh. He spoke against her skin as he continued his assault, alternating his pattern of bites and nips to her tender flesh.
“I find the topics to be especially… arousing,” he smirked before biting between her breasts then over to her right side.
Ella relaxed under his ministrations. She had not overstepped her bounds. She was safe from angered retribution. After several minutes of caressing and affectionate touches, Skeletor pulled out. He looked between their bodies and felt a surge of pride from the thick strands of pearls that linked him to his prize.
She was his, and his alone.
He looked to her face, noting her eyes were glazed over, her stare upon his body. Her auburn hair splayed on the obsidian of the desk, casting her in a dark aura. She resembled a powerful witch of black magic, the sepia spells weaving around her body and twining with her fiery hair.
Ella winced as she rose, dropping her feet to the floor and centering her balance. Her gaze was upon his body, her expression strange.
“Do you find me appalling?” he asked, taking her statuesque appearance to be her guilt starting to manifest. To his shock, she held onto the desk, her posture meek but curious.
“Master… may… may I … try something?” She asked in a breathless voice that sent a thrill through his spine.
Not sure her intention but knowing it took a lot of courage for her to ask such a thing of her master, he nodded. “Go ahead.”
Ella didn’t break her eye contact with his body. Slowly she sank to her knees until she was kneeling in front of him. With a slow touch she leaned forward, her lips hesitant against the exhausted length.
Skeletor bit back a wanton cry of his own as he noted her position and guessed her intentions. When her lips found him he felt as if his legs were turning as water. He groaned and tipped his head back, one hand running through her auburn locks in an affectionate way.
Ella took the noise as encouragement and scooted closer. Her tongue darted out, tracing a pearly strand and slipping it past her lips. She grunted at the flavor, not being a big fan of it, but with the sounds coming from her master, she was pleasing him well. Emboldened by his sounds she pulled the tip into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the soft head. She groaned, tasting the unique flavor of herself, mingling with his. It was a heady taste.
Taking her cue she pulled the flaccid length into her mouth, her tongue rolling over every inch and removing the taste of their combined bodies. Wanting to taste more, but unable to take all of him down her throat, she released him, earning a whimper from her master. He grasped her hair as she started to lick up one side, then the other, swirling her tongue in circles and ensuring that she left nothing untouched.
Skeletor was panting, his hand fisted in the auburn tresses but he wasn’t giving any direction. She didn’t need instruction. He just wanted to hold on and survive the delicious assault. Like a well trained courtesan she licked his body and pulled him into her mouth, sucking with a passion that had him responding in record time.
Ella almost gagged when he hardened under her ministrations. She pulled the engorged head into her mouth, swirling her tongue and finding a little slit that demanded attention. She was giving it proper respect when Skeletor jerked on her hair, pulling her away. With violent strength he pulled her to her feet, marched her backward against the wall and lifted her petite body up into his arms before lowering on her the demanding member she had awakened.
Ella cried out with a pained mew, her inner walls protesting from his previous intrusion. It didn’t stop him. With quick, rapid snaps he thrust into her, pressing her into the wall. The stones created creases in her bare back as she had no choice but to take the thick length into her body. She felt herself tense, knowing she was racing to the edge of that wondrous place he could send her and with his current position, he was having no problem stroking the fires within. Her passage was slicked with their previous coupling, her body making his entry easy as he drove into her with such force, she felt as if she would fracture. Her legs wrapped around his waist to help support her weight, her heels digging into his lower back in encouragement.
With a shout he climaxed, sinking into her as far as he could, thrusting in short, shallow strokes that emptied him fast inside her body. The sudden explosion caused her to answer and with a yowling cry she arched against him, her mind delirious to its surroundings as she whimpered against his neck.
Skeletor had to remain leaning against the wall as he felt the woman go lax in his arms, her body twitching as it drained his soul. When he was able to stand, he withdrew, pleased by the brusque, yet virulent claiming. His gaze traveled from their sex to her breasts, the little pert nipples taut and begging for a touch. He carried her to the bed and placed her on its surface, laying down behind her and pulling the covers up to hide their nakedness. Ella smiled, her hands stilling upon his body as she drifted into a heavy slumber. He watched her sleep for a moment before allowing slumber to embrace him.

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