reaction.
"Down boy," he told himself.
"It is not yet time." But if he told her what he knew, there would
never be a time. Damn it! He should release his own spell and just have his way
with her. She was ripe for the picking – almost begging to be taken. The coy
virginal play was driving him insane and it took all the control he had as an
elf to keep himself from tying her up and playing with her.
He hissed at the pain that was starting to
stir in him and muttered the words. By the gods, if he was going to suffer, he
was going to make her suffer with him. Let her feel all the twisted things his
mind wanted to do to her.
He had not intended his spell to affect her
strongly – just enough to tease, but not so much that she would writhe. But
sometimes, his lust was so elevated, he had to pass them onto her whenever she
was not around. If he did, seeing her so stimulated would just heighten the
vicious cycle of lust.
Just behind the vine curtains of his room he
magnified his senses. He could hear her pant as the spell expired, accentuated
by tiny whimpers. Her intoxicating arousal reached him and he immediately toned
down his senses. This time, he knew she came, if the shudders he had detected
in her breathing had been any indication.
The room was strong with her scent when he
entered. He swallowed and thought of the scene of a battlefield after a war,
focusing his thoughts on dead, mutilated and crushed bodies. He even put in a
dead baby and a bearded woman for good measure. It did not calm him down, but
it did not start the pain of going over too much either.
Alethi sat on the floor, her head hidden by
her arm on the bed. She was obviously making the effort of steadying herself as
shudders continued to hit her body. He could hear her breathe heavily as her
hand slowly let go of the sheet. Sweat glistened on her exposed neck and it
made her dress cling to her prostrate form.
Decaying battlefield, dead babies,
bearded women…
She lifted her head and took a deep breath.
When she turned, she paled against her flushed skin, seeing him. A look of
horror passed on her face, her supple mouth open.
"How long have you been there?"
she asked tentatively.
He cleared his throat silently, surprised at
the sudden tightness. "Just arrived. Are you well?"
For a while she said nothing, but it was
obvious she was in deep thought. "I need your help," she finally
said. "I did not want to tell you this, but I have to. I think I cannot
hold on to my sanity any longer." She took a deep breath. "Something
strange is happening to me. I am not quite sure what it is but…I believe you
were just being polite to let me finish. I do not know why I feel so…wanton all
of the sudden, but there it is. It has never happened before. Perhaps you would
be able to find out what is wrong with me? You are skilled in healing, are you
not?"
Arun could only clear his throat at her
confession. Why would she tell him something so…intimate? Why not other female
elves? He did not know how to react to her request when he had caused it
himself. He continued to stare at her eyes wide, mouth hanging open.
In response, Alethi reddened even futher.
"Fuck me! I-I did not know what came over me. I…" she stammered,
"You do not have to. It was foolish of me. Stupid, Alethi. Stupid!"
He wanted him to fuck her? By the gods, he
would! He would make her forget all her childhood trysts with what he had in
mind for her. "I would be obliged."
"You would?" Relief washed over
her. "I cannot ask anyone else this. I know an elf's healing is worth its
weight in gold. I promise to pay you when I get back."
Arun blinked, her words finally sinking in.
Healing? But she just said…oh. It was an expression. Shit…he was so stirred up
about that, and she had to ruin it. But at least, he would be able to touch her
again legitimately. It was not a total loss. And perhaps, he would be able to
touch further knowing that humans no longer knew how his kind healed.
"Let me see,
"Down boy," he told himself.
"It is not yet time." But if he told her what he knew, there would
never be a time. Damn it! He should release his own spell and just have his way
with her. She was ripe for the picking – almost begging to be taken. The coy
virginal play was driving him insane and it took all the control he had as an
elf to keep himself from tying her up and playing with her.
He hissed at the pain that was starting to
stir in him and muttered the words. By the gods, if he was going to suffer, he
was going to make her suffer with him. Let her feel all the twisted things his
mind wanted to do to her.
He had not intended his spell to affect her
strongly – just enough to tease, but not so much that she would writhe. But
sometimes, his lust was so elevated, he had to pass them onto her whenever she
was not around. If he did, seeing her so stimulated would just heighten the
vicious cycle of lust.
Just behind the vine curtains of his room he
magnified his senses. He could hear her pant as the spell expired, accentuated
by tiny whimpers. Her intoxicating arousal reached him and he immediately toned
down his senses. This time, he knew she came, if the shudders he had detected
in her breathing had been any indication.
The room was strong with her scent when he
entered. He swallowed and thought of the scene of a battlefield after a war,
focusing his thoughts on dead, mutilated and crushed bodies. He even put in a
dead baby and a bearded woman for good measure. It did not calm him down, but
it did not start the pain of going over too much either.
Alethi sat on the floor, her head hidden by
her arm on the bed. She was obviously making the effort of steadying herself as
shudders continued to hit her body. He could hear her breathe heavily as her
hand slowly let go of the sheet. Sweat glistened on her exposed neck and it
made her dress cling to her prostrate form.
Decaying battlefield, dead babies,
bearded women…
She lifted her head and took a deep breath.
When she turned, she paled against her flushed skin, seeing him. A look of
horror passed on her face, her supple mouth open.
"How long have you been there?"
she asked tentatively.
He cleared his throat silently, surprised at
the sudden tightness. "Just arrived. Are you well?"
For a while she said nothing, but it was
obvious she was in deep thought. "I need your help," she finally
said. "I did not want to tell you this, but I have to. I think I cannot
hold on to my sanity any longer." She took a deep breath. "Something
strange is happening to me. I am not quite sure what it is but…I believe you
were just being polite to let me finish. I do not know why I feel so…wanton all
of the sudden, but there it is. It has never happened before. Perhaps you would
be able to find out what is wrong with me? You are skilled in healing, are you
not?"
Arun could only clear his throat at her
confession. Why would she tell him something so…intimate? Why not other female
elves? He did not know how to react to her request when he had caused it
himself. He continued to stare at her eyes wide, mouth hanging open.
In response, Alethi reddened even futher.
"Fuck me! I-I did not know what came over me. I…" she stammered,
"You do not have to. It was foolish of me. Stupid, Alethi. Stupid!"
He wanted him to fuck her? By the gods, he
would! He would make her forget all her childhood trysts with what he had in
mind for her. "I would be obliged."
"You would?" Relief washed over
her. "I cannot ask anyone else this. I know an elf's healing is worth its
weight in gold. I promise to pay you when I get back."
Arun blinked, her words finally sinking in.
Healing? But she just said…oh. It was an expression. Shit…he was so stirred up
about that, and she had to ruin it. But at least, he would be able to touch her
again legitimately. It was not a total loss. And perhaps, he would be able to
touch further knowing that humans no longer knew how his kind healed.
"Let me see,
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