Lucas' POV
I threw the fucking warlock on the floor as soon as I got into my tent.
"Master, please..." He was begging like a fucking dog on the floor.
I took off my shredded clothes and pulled up his hair, forcing him to look at the rope in my hand.
"What the fuck is this?!"
"Master, it's a rope..." He whispered.
I slapped him and roared, "I know it's a fucking rope! You fucking imbecile! Do you recognize it?!"
"I don't... Master..." He answered in a trembling voice. Blood kept coming out of his mouth.
"You don't know it?!" I lashed him with the rope. "Are you telling me that you don't know anything about it?!"
His body distorted in pain and curled up.
"Master... It's a sailor's knot. It's from the sea... Maybe the druids..." he whispered.
I stepped on his fucking shoulder and said, "Someone tried to kill me with this fucking rope tonight! So you do know something about it, don't you?"
"Master, please..." He gasped in pain and pleaded. "I don't have anything to do with it... I don't know any druids... They used to frequent the brothel and they were paying customers, but I have never known any of them..."
"Your brother used to hang out with those fucking sorcerers all the time. Now you're telling me that you don't know anything about it?! Do you think I'm a fucking idiot? Do I have to trigger the fucking imprint to make you talk?!" I said.
"No... Master... Please don't do that... I'll tell you everything..." That warlock whispered. He looked up at me and I saw that fucking submissive look on his face again.
Fucking filthy male whore. He gives me a fucking hard-on every time he acts like this.
I lifted my foot and sat down on the side. He crawled towards me and kneeled beside my feet.
"Master, please don't get angry with me... I'll do everything you tell me to..." He whispered, lowering his head and kissing my boots.
I saw the stab wound on his back, which was sewn up by stitches like a fucking ragged doll.
He carefully licked my boots clean and used his teeth to untie the shoelaces.
He was so fucking good at doing shit like this.
"Master, please let me serve you..." He removed my shoes and kissed my sock feet.
I could feel the warmth of his tongue even through the sock.
Then, he started to suck my toes, one after another, until eventually, he swallowed all of them in his mouth.
I lifted my head and sighed.
His brother used to pull this fucking trick on me all the time. He told me that they had to learn how to lick their Masters' feet in that fucking brothel and they would be severely punished if they didn't do it properly.
This fucking warlock was even better than his brother.
For a brief moment, all my fucking pressures were gone. Ecstasy rushed into my brain, along with a fucking rage to crush his fucking body into millions of pieces and embed them into mine.
I grabbed his hair and forced him to look at me. Then, I slapped him and asked, "What the fuck are you doing? Are you trying to distract me?"
"No... Master... I want to serve you..." he whispered.
"So tell me now. What do you about those druids?" I stared at him and slowly moved my foot towards his crotch.
"My brother told me that, the druids used to be one of us. During the old Discord Age, our ancestors, the Gifted Ones, used to help the werewolves to break away from the vampire's enslavement... Ah..." He took a pause and moaned slightly as my foot touched his junk.
He wanted to turn his head away to hide his coquetry from me, but he couldn't because I was pulling his hair. By doing this, even the slightest change of movement on his fucking face will be exposed to me.
"Keep talking. I didn't tell you to stop." I said, stroking my foot against his body. I knew all the sensitive parts of his body like the back of my hand. I enjoyed watching him being lost and delirious like this.
"Yes, Master..." He gasped in despair and continued, "My brother told me that... When the first Lycan King got his throne, the Gifted Ones were divided. Some of them wanted to go away and start our own Kingdom... Some of them... Ah... wanted to stay with the werewolves. The ones who walked away were driven to the North and cast away... into the Agier Sea. They were the ancestors of the druids... Those who remained with the werewolves... became the ancestors of the warlocks and witches... Ah... Master, please..."
His body arched over my leg like a fucking horny dog, trembling violently.
"What?" I asked him with a sadistic smile.
I knew what he wanted.
"Please... I can't... Ah..." His face blushed in rose pink color. His mouth opened slightly his hair being ruffled. He looked so salacious and dirty.
"Keep talking, fucking whore. You're not allowed to cum yet," I said.
"Yes... Master..." His body vibrated violently. "According to the King Czar's First Ruling, the druids weren't able to return to the mainland ever again... Whenever their feet touch the soil of the mainland, they will be reduced to ashes... But, I didn't know what happened... One day, my brother came back with some druids..."
"Did they fuck him?"
"Yes... Master..."
"Did they fuck you?"
The warlock was silent. He lowered his eyes and his long eyelashes were shivering.
"I'm fucking talking to you!" I asked.
"Yes... Master..." The warlock whispered. "They were... very bad people... I begged my brother to stop hanging out with them... But he didn't listen..."
"Who broke the King Czar's First Ruling?" I asked.
The warlock replied, "I really don't know, Master... My brother knew, but he didn't tell me... Ah... Whoever broke it must have an unprecedented strong power... Ah... Master... If we get the key to the Azula Ruin, we can unearth the power of the deceased and transfer my brother's soul to a human being... Then, we can bring him back to life and ask him..."
"I didn't get that fucking key on the auction!" I said impatiently. "Now it's in that fucking gigolo's possession! I need you to get recovered soon, so you can go to the gigolo's tent at night and get it for me."
"Yes, Master... I will... I will do everything for you... Please don't hurt me..." That warlock whispered while slowly climbing up my legs like a snake.