Editing Hesperax's Pet (section)

==Chapter Four==
A myriad of senses crept into Avitus’ mind as he found himself slowly awakening. Every muscle in his body was on fire, practically and literally cramped after being subjected to the “pleasure” that was his Mistress’ hospitality. The acolyte had lost track of time after the third time he had been made to cum, but Avitus hazarded a guess that he had been a glorified human swing for close to several hours before he had passed out. All the while, Lelith had not once cum, or, at least, had not admitted to doing so. She merely continued to purr and scratch at him, which served to both put him in his place and keep him aroused far more than any human any business being. Still, as Avitus cracked open his eyes wearily, he couldn’t help but smile at remembering the one time his Mistress had bit her lip and gone silent for a few minutes.

The sight that met the acolyte was not at all what he had expected. Instead of the cold, gray, featureless room, he was instead looking out at a rather ornate and regal bedroom. The floors were made of what looked to be pure mahogany, and the walls plastered with a majestic shade of red. Sheer glass windows punctuated the wallpaper, offering a view of the twilight-colored spires of Commorragh outside. The furniture in the room was similarly magnificent: an imposing wooden dresser that could have held a suit of power armor, several chests made of pure wraithbone, and several full length mirrors to name a few. It took a moment for Avitus to realize he was viewing all of this not from a bed, but from floor-level. In fact, as he turned his head (warranting a twinge of pain as he did), he came to realize he was laying curled up in an oversized dog bed. It was a rather comfy sort of thing, but the curved shape and large paw print adorning the center of the crimson fabric made it very clear the bed’s original purpose. Grumbling somewhat at this revelation, Avitus’ eyes were drawn upwards to the actual bed which his own lay at the foot of. What he saw momentarily baffled him.

The bed, like the rest of the furniture, was made up of a rare material one would not normally expect to find in the Dark City. A shadowy oak, in this case. Though it was larger than any king-sized bed Avitus had ever seen, the way it was covered simply confused him. The mattress was adorned with extremely pink, silken sheets, along with a multitude of frilly pillows. There was even a stuffed grox resting among the numerous cushions, like one might expect to find a teddy bear in a child’s bedroom. All in all, not exactly the sort of bed one expected a Dark Eldar to have, much less the Queen of Commorragh. Groggy as his thought process was, it took a moment for Avitus to comprehend that Lelith was nowhere to be seen. He had the entire room to himself for the moment, which brought him a strange sense of comfort. Sure, he was practically the prisoner of a sadistic xenos, with no hope of rescue, but at least he hadn’t awoken to find himself strapped to another chair or table.

Left to his own devices, Avitus tried his best to work the tension out of his weary body. Stretching best he could, the acolyte marveled at how well his body had held up to what he was sure was only the tip of the iceberg. The thought of what might lie in store for him both scared and aroused him, the latter of which made him blush profusely. It was true, he had been rather “prepared” for this task by his Inquisitor, but the fact that such deviancy had taken root in him was something Avitus was still struggling to accept. Before being plucked from his studies in the Schola Progenium, the acolyte had been extremely sheltered. Back then, he might have cringed at the thought of being made to have sex with someone, let alone be their pet! As these feelings and memories washed over him, Avitus couldn’t help but shiver before curling back up into a ball. His rest, however, would be short lived.