"captiv"ating Love: a story of two Slaves -- LingeringDesire and the_gladiator

[The_Gladiator]

“Captiv”ating love: the story of two slaves.
By LingeringDesire and The_Gladiator

Talinath nighthawk, known in the arena as the night Talon, named after the raptor’s claws and a play on his name, could feel the adrenalin beginning to flow into his veins as he prepared himself mentally and physically for the fight to come. This day as in many days in the past 5 years of his captivity, TalinathWould be heading into the arena. This unlike some fights was smaller, the crowd only filling perhaps a third of the enormous grandstands surrounding the giant bowl of the open air arena. This meant that the games would be smaller as well. They would be fighting on teams, two on two. Talinath’s eyes swept over his partner and his opponents. To his right stood his hulking cell mate and partner. The game masters thought it was exceedingly funny to pair him with the giant half-orc, seeing that the orcs and elves were long term enemies. Talinath had to admit that it rankled him somewhat to have to fight to defend such a brute, but they had reached a grudging truce and alliance. They shared a mutual hatred for one another but knew within the Arena they depended upon one another for survival. In opposition to his hulking partner, Talinath was much shorter and more slender. He stood between 5 and a half and 6 feet tall, and was leanly muscled, rather than the bulk of his partner.

Their two opponents this day were a lethal looking human woman, with skin as black as onyx, and a Minotaur. Talinath could feel his lip curl at the sight of the bull headed individual. He was a nasty piece of work, especially because Talinath knew that unlike the other three, the Minotaur, like his other brethren who had come to the Grandhaven Games, was no slave, but wanted to fight in the games because they enjoyed the sport of it, the challenge.

Talinath then inventoried the weapons of each. The half-orc, nicknamed Lurch after the way that he seemed so awkward when he moved, something that was deceptive and had cost more than one opponent’s life because they underestimated him, held his battle ax. The ax was a wicked two handed affair with twin crescent shaped blades honed to a razor sharp edge. The black woman, nicknamed the wraith wore a curved sword at her belt and was cradling a blow gun in her arms. Seeing the blowgun, Talinath nodded, this meant that she was the member of their team with ranged weapons capabilities, and could kill from a distance, just like Talinath himself. Talinath suspected that she carried precisely 3 darts, just as he carried 3 arrows in his quiver for his bow. The game masters allowed one miss, that’s why they gave 3 arrows rather than the two arrows, one for each opponent. Like the wraith, Talinath also carried a sword, his slender, modeled after the elvish design. This left the Minotaur, or the Bull; his weapon was a wicked looking trident, whose barbed tips glinted in the sunlight. The dripped a substance that looked suspiciously like poison. According to his estimation this meant the teams were fairly evenly matched.

All this and more ran through Talinath’s head as he bent and stretched, preparing for battle. Such thoughts were part of his training, and he knew could keep him alive. He had been changed over the past 5 years, changed from the gentle elven healer he had once been, honed into the living weapon he now was. He had had to, necessity dictated he would learn or die. He had been no stranger to combat or military training, for he had served, however never had he been forced to take such a forward role. Never had he been denied the right to practice his religion, his lifestyle, and never had he known his freedom to be stolen away before 5 years ago when the young, for an elf, lordling had been stolen away.

The Talinath of today scoffed at the naïve idealist he had been back then, he had honestly thought there was a spark of good in everyone. He was sure now that there was no true goodness left, that it was all just a lie. He had gone from a man who depended on community and society, to knowing that the only one he could depend on was himself, and occasionally the partners assigned to him in the arena. He tried to not form attachments, for few lived long in the arena. Despite this being a lower key fight, there must be someone of high rank in the audience for both Talinath and the wraith had been in the games for years, two of the most long standing members who had survived to this point. They were both crowd favorites.

The battle was long and bloody, just as Talinath expected it would be. As he sat in his quarters, staring at the single curtain which was the only divider between his cell mate, Lurch, and him, he replayed the events in his head. They were all too good for ranged weapons to succeed. Talinath had taken a dart to the chest and a second to the inner thigh; however his elven physiology had resisted the poison that they had been coated with, so they were painful wounds but had not proved to be debilitating. His arrows had not seemed to stop the bull, only pissed him off, however the fierce Minotaur had met his end at the ax of Lurch. Talinath had disarmed Wraith. He had stood over her, sword to her throat, a pose he hated. He wished one of them had died in battle, but no, it had ended this way, and now the crowd would decide. Talinath could remember looking up, his green eyes sweeping the crowd, before his eyes settled on a noblewoman, and silently he had held out his hand towards her, palm up. After a moment he had turned his hand over palm down. The crowd had hushed, waiting for the woman to make her decision. The crowd had waited on bated breath; Talinath had waited with baited breath, hoping he would not see the palm down gesture, would not have to kill this honorable woman in cold blood. After a long moment the woman had stuck out her hand, palm up, indicating the fallen female should live. With a nod, Talinath had turned away after offering the Wraith a hand up, something that earned him an equal amount of cheers and jeers, depending on whether or they thought he were mocking her, or simply being kind. She had spat at him, but nevertheless accepted the help up.

Talinath waited now. As the victors, they would be rewarded. Victors were offered the services of women to see to their any and every need for that evening, these women, slaves all, were trained in everything from song and dance to exotic lovemaking, from sewing wounds to deep tissue massage, whatever the gladiators required of them. He rarely if ever partook of such “rewards” not wanting to use the women in that way. He would allow them to bandage or sew up his wounds, but rarely anything beyond that. Lurch on the other hand, most of the other gladiators for that matter, looked forward to the women’s visits as the highlight of their existence and even know Talinath could hear the half-orc muttering to himself about what he was going to do to his woman that night.

Just as expected, their cell door clanked open and two women were shoved in, obediently each walked into either half of the divided cell. Talinath afforded her only a brief glance before he looked away again, already trying to block out the sounds coming from the other side of the curtain, his green eyes boring holes in the black fabric, a color as dark as his hair.

Finally he turned to face her, his expression grim, “What are your specialties?” he asked, as if he were at a diner asking about dinner entrees. It wasn’t that he was being rude it was more, he felt badly that he had to go through this charade of listening in exquisite detail what her various talents were, just to tell her he was not interested, but he knew at least he was required to do something, and talking seemed the simple option. He swept the long black hair out of his eyes, rather than tied back from his face with a leather thong as it was often, it hung loose the raven waves reaching his shoulders. He wore a loose flowing tunic that flowed and kept him a little cooler in the heat, the material hid much of his body. He also wore simple pants, like the tunic were in dark muted earth tones. His long hair covered the delicate points of his ears, but if she was at all familiar with the games, all knew he was an elf. His age was somewhat unclear, if he were human he would look to be in his mid 20's, but as an elf he could easily be 5 or 6 times that age.


(Historians note: this story takes place in a world of medieval fantasy, similar to but not existing in any existing fantasy setting.)

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[LingeringDesire]

Suraya stood at the edge of the arena. Her golden eyes taking in each man. She spoke every language needed, could dance, massage and perform between the sheets, but the one thing she longed for was peace. Inner peace and a sense of belonging was hard to come by. For too long she'd served as a slave to the house, raised from a young stolen child to the woman she had become. Nipping at her own full lower lip she gripped the bars surrounding the fighting area. Other women stood around, same as her waiting for it to be over so their jobs could begin. It was horrible, but it was their way of life.

Having never been given the choice of career paths or even of her life skills a set was ingrained into her. She had a natural talent for language and a body built to dance. Even now her body was adorned in such a way that each step caused a cascade of ribbons to fall about her hips and at her breasts. Her ankle carried a trinket given her as a way to hear her always, the belled anklet rang out with each step. Each female was taught massage and then they were stripped of their virginity in a horrific way. The trainer chained up the new girls to a post and allowed the newly recruited gladiators have at them. It was their reward for choosing this house to fight for, terrifying the girls.

Not all were horrible men, Suraya had been lucky and caught the eye of the owner. The man was more than triple her age when he personally saw to her deflowering. But he soon grew tired of her as her body matured and developed further into womanhood and to the side she was tossed. Though her training remained intact and she began to flourish in her tasks. Her bare feet moved over the stones quietly, save for the tinkling of the bells attached to her ankle. The another girl followed suite and they were brought to the cave like stone and metal quarters of the fighters.

The bathhouse was opened as they passed, a few men relaxed there, women tending to them in every way. Suraya wasn't embarrassed by the sight of the various people coupling and acting out their carnal desires, it was their job. She took a deep breath and pulled the thin veil over her head before she was given admittance into the cell. The simple instructions given of which girl would go where was given and they followed them so as not to be beaten and raped. Her eyes adjusted in the dim light of the cell. A male glanced at her and then away. She wondered if this was because he was nervous, the thought caused her to smile.

While his eyes were turned she observed him, his hair was long and dark, darker than her own deep brown locks. His eyes were green, they appeared just a bit darker around the edges, something that was confirmed when his gaze fell on her again. She had, like all the others heard of him. But being whom she was had also heard the stories of his chastity. Often girls were turned away, only to be chained to the post and given to the guardsmen, but he surely didn't know the wrath that was brought upon them. His rejection was seen as a failure.The sounds of sex filled the air on the other side of the curtain, long laborious groans and a gagging sound gave hints to the actions.Down the hall a girl could be heard screaming, another moaning and one crying, there were also laughing and creaks. She tuned them out and focused on him. She was hear because she was one of the elite, if anyone could entice him the house thought it was she.

Tilting her head slightly she lifted her hands, into a pose most graceful and began to swivel her hips, "I dance..." Her hips undulated for a moment longer before stilling. "I am wonderful with my hands, in many ways..." She gave a soft laugh, "And I am able to do many things sexually, as expected of me. My mouth, body and core are all warm and waiting for use." She lifted her fingers and drug the veil away. "What will you have me do for you victorious gladiator?" Her golden gaze held his green as her lips curved into a soft smile, at least he was pleasant to look upon she thought waiting. She took a step forward and dropped to her knees in a position of honor for the male, it was her job to make him feel wanted and needed.

IN this position she was vulnerable to his eyes. The fabric parted, long shapely legs folded beneath her. The curve of her hips and rounded backside could clearly be seen. Her breasts heaved with each breath she took, peeking through the dainty fabric that obscured them slightly. Her smooth stomach and angular face held the light while her eyes sparkled , their gold tone reflecting out as she looked over the male. Willing him to ask for something she prayed he would, otherwise the fate that waited her was worse but she stilled her voice and waited.

 

[The_Gladiator]

Green eyes met golden ones after he let his eyes sweep over her body. His eyes showed his appreciation for what he saw, that was the elvish way, to show any less was considered to be disrespectful. Even though he knew she was a slave, he also knew she was trying to appear attractive and his eyes showed that she was indeed beautiful.

He watched as she went to her knees removing her veil, an act that showed off the angles of her face. Her hair was not as dark as his, but longer. Her eyes were of course the shape of the humans, while his own were the almonds of his people, angled slightly under his arched eyebrows. As he watched her he listened to her offers and couldn’t prevent the slight upward twist of the corners of his mouth into a smile at her comment regarding her hands. “You’re hands hmmm?” he said softly, his voice a low smooth rumble. It wasn’t too deep, it seemed to match his slender appearance, but it was the voice of a man, not a boy by any means. His words were slightly accented, although he spoke the common tongue of the humans flawlessly even though it was clearly not his native language. He spoke in her language; sure that she did not speak his own.

His eyes continued to regard her, awaiting her answer to his question. There were blood stains on the tunic on the right side, and on the pants on the inner left thigh. “What services do you think I would most enjoy?” he asked, continuing to play along. He had no intentions of allowing her to do more than simply bandage his wounds, but even this little bit of banter was interaction with someone. Interaction that the formerly social elf craved on some level. As one of the longest standing gladiators in the grandhaven Games household, Talinath had been through this many times before, although he had to admit he had never seen this woman before, was she knew?

 

[LingeringDesire]

She watched him watching her, body tense and both coming to terms with this process, at least that was what she hoped for. His slight question of her hands had her recalling everything the other females had told her about him. Brushing the loose strands back away from her face she smiled at him, full lips parting, her high cheek bones and straight nose showing off her Greek ancestry, but her paler than olive skin hinting that she was of mixed descendants. Even Suraya didn't know such things, even her age was a mystery.

His voice was calm and smooth, aged like a good wine. She'd received a sip or two while sitting on the lap of a royal the Master entertained. Being held in high esteem, while no longer being kept by the master she was still well cared for. There was no marring on her flesh, her punishments had been of a different order, one that left no mark on the flesh but instead tore into her spirit and placed the fear of certain men in her heart. She didn't suspect this man, this gladiator of such cruelty. Silently she wondered if he would teach her some of the beautiful elven tongue. His accent, though slight was still detected by the beautiful slave.

"Yes... my hands." She sat back on her feet, legs spread in slight invitation to peer as she wore nothing to hide her sought after flesh from the man. She straightened her back and pressed her breasts out as her hands lifted out toward him. Showing the clean digits and smooth skin. A basket was at her calling if she needed it for oils and pots of useful creams. His question floated out to her. Tilting her head she remained smiling. Having already noted the bloodied areas on his, otherwise, clean clothing she sighed. "I dare say you would enjoy my hands in use to help you clean up and then perhaps to bandage. Maybe a rub down on your shoulders to ease the tension there."

Noting also that his body was not aroused, though his clothing could have hid it she suspected him of something other than in want of a woman. Was it a test... had she passed? Suraya eagerly watched him, itching to jump in and do as she pleased. "If you would allow me, I would first take you to the bath house, draw a hot bath and add in healing oils that have astringent properties to kill any infection. then I would wash you, dry you, stitch you up and bandage your wounds before bringing you back here for a gentle rub down. Perhaps some food in your belly as well. Then I could be your pillow and sing you to sleep... how does that sound?" Maybe he'd let her, then again maybe not.

 

[The_Gladiator]

Talinath listened in silence as she spoke. He let his eyes take her in as she moved, a pose that was obviously meant to be provocative. Again, he acknowledged the beauty he saw with the heat in his eyes, but he did not gape or stare. His eyes moved back to her face in short order. The elf had to fight to keep his stoic mask as she spoke. The things she described honestly sounded wonderful. He clamped down on such thoughts. The talinath of before would have only hesitated to accept such an offer out of shyness. The Talinath of today had to be stronger than that.

He cleared his throat. “I have already bathed.” He stated after a pause. That was partially true. He had taken a dip in one of the baths to wash the sweat and grime from his skin, but he had not relaxed, or truly washed overly much outside the brisk efficiency he did to get out of there as soon as possible. His nude form drew comments from the others, and there were often females in there and although not uncomfortable about sex, few elves were, he wanted to test his control as little as possible. Deep down he craved the comforts, but he refused to relax, refused to enjoy any part of his existence as a slave. Finding enjoyment in anything in this place somehow seemed a betrayal of all he was.

He gave a slight shrug, “I could use some bandages for my wounds though.” He finally offered, begrudging that he needed help, needed to give in at some level, however he needed to treat the wounds. Infection set in easily in a place like this.

Talinath had denied himself so much, more than the slavers denied him, since his captivity. He always wanted to remember he was a slave, a prisoner here. Some of the others became complacent, a few even praising the household, stating they were better off than the mere beggars they’d been on the streets. It was different for Talinath; he could remember clearly the life he had had before. The five years only a blink of time to one of his long lived people. He had denied himself the touch of a woman, had not sung in years, and had been denied the right to participate in the fertility festivals of his people. The first two were restrictions he had placed upon himself, the third was placed on him by his captors, but he could have done things to work around it, but the elf had done more to further himself from the nature that he craved.

He wanted no more than was absolutely necessary to get by, and indulging in pleasures of the flesh offered to him from someone who was forced to, made him sick, he would never use a woman in such a manner. Sexuality was a beautiful thing; he would only accept it from someone who wanted to give it to him. Rumors had it that he had once accepted some services from one of the women, who had since been killed. As the rumor went, he had sensed in her a similar calling to himself, had recognized that she was a healer by calling as he was, and therefore knew that even if she were not a slave she would do the things she did for him, things like what this young woman with the golden eyes had just offered.

Talinath let his green eyed gaze flick away as a particularly loud scream from the other half of the room made him wince, for that had sounded more like pain than pleasure. It was clear by the tic in the side of his jaw, it was all he could do not to go to the woman’s defense, but all knew fighting among the gladiators outside the arena was punishable by death, therefore his continued control. He forced himself to look back at her, “I will permit you to help me with my wounds.” He stated with a nod, hoping that was good enough for her, for now.

 

[LingeringDesire]

This man was a curious one and had her attention in full. She wanted to see him well pleased and satisfied, would he then show her a new side of him? She wondered this silently. The way his eyes burned over her told her he was interested in seeing more, but yet he held back. If he denied her assistance... her mind refused to think of the punishment and instead focused on changing his mind and allowing her to fulfil her duties.

Her nose crinkled at his statement as she slowly rose to her full height of 5' 5". "It only counts as a bath if you come out smelling better than when you went in. You must smell yourself... please allow me the chance to take care of you." Having him give in would be splendid, allowing her to pleasure him would be even better. She recognized the biting restraint of his inner being, sensed it but wished to let it free. Was he afraid of hurting them?

Her thoughts were interrupted as he shrugged and spoke up about bandages. Her lips parted into a smile as she recognized him giving in, if just a bit. Suraya knew of the rumors, didn't care much for he gossipy parts of it, but the story itself intrigued her. If he had allowed one she had to have something special. When and if she figured out what it was she could strive to bring that out in herself. She wasn't faking it, she was genuine toward the male. She knew if she were in the same position she'd want a bit of realness too. The slave didn't see herself as being owned, since she was so well maintained but yet she was. and even under more constraints than even the gladiators.

the scream caused her to cringe as well, she knew what it was like being taken so roughly you bled for days or your throat became raw from your screams and pleas. Shutting her eyes she pushed away the moments that flooded her. "Ok," She whispered and retrieved her basket from the guard before he slammed the cell shut again.

Turning to him she kept her gaze off the curtain partition, the screams being muffled now, by a hand, pillow or another male as some shared females forcing the women to work together a lot of the time. This was something the master protected her from. She moved toward him, the ribbons of her skirt fluttered as she moved. "You will need to remove your clothes... I promise not to touch you in a way that could be deemed as seducing."

Pondering him a moment she turned and moved back to the guard at the door. If the man wouldn't go to the bath house she could at least wash him up a bit more with a small basin, soap and a few rags. "I shall at least make you smell more pleasant... You'll feel better and I will be happy to assist or turn my head away." The request was given and she smiled at him. "I promise I am not the enemy, I am the same as you." She gave him a soft half smile as she waited for the basin and rags.

 

[The_Gladiator]

Talinath listened and was that the slightest hint of a smile she could detect. He took an exaggerated deep breath smelling himself. He could still smell the leather of his arena uniform, and the oil he had used on his sword. He supposed there was some scent of sweat still, but it was exceedingly hot, so nothing he was not used to in this hell hole. “I do believe my lady, that you are insinuating that I stink.” He drawled the half-smile clearly evident now.

Talinath found himself intrigued; it had been a long time since anyone had made the formerly happy elf smile. “But I will admit at least the wounds need cleaned.” He said and without hesitation pulled off his shirt. It revealed his lean, muscular chest. Devoid of all hair as was customary for an elf, his skin was unblemished, pale perfection. He was defined, but not in the bulky way many humans were, he was lean, lithe, like a predator, he gave off the impression of a hunting cat. The wound was on his right side, an angry looking puncture wound that was slowly oozing blood.

The smile was back as she commented that she would not touch him in a way that could be considered seductive, “I’m not sure I believe that my lady, your every step, your every motion oozes sensuality. I can only imagine that your touch will be just as seductive.” Was he actually teasing her? Or was he mocking her. The way he watched her every move suggest that it was probably the former. There was apparently much more to this gladiator than met the eye. He had a strong guard, but apparently like a lattice fence let through light, it let out pieces of him that an observant person would catch.

His eyes followed her as she gathered her implements, he made no move to assist her, or even to follow all of her instructions as he had not removed his pants as of yet, having simply removed his tunic.

 

[LingeringDesire]

Shaking her head at him she took the offered basin and rag, soap was in her basket as well as massage oils and medicines. "Aye, I am." Her own smile flitted over her full lips as she returned close by and sat the basin on the floor. If nothing else she would clean the wound and bandage him up. Golden eyes moved over his form. the chest that was broader than she, not overly bulky but just right from what she'd seen of him upon the arena floor fighting. The body of a man in control, unlike those of the others around him. Immediately she wanted to stroke her hands along his body and discover which spots made him quiver with need.

Her tongue trailed over her lips imagining the places she could lick that would cause a moan or sharpness of breath to fall between his lips. Both of which made her smirk inwardly while only the trace of it managed to caress her lips. She frowned at him, showing her displeasure that his pants were still very much in place. Shrugging she moved closer to him, wet rag in one hand, the smell of eucalyptus scenting the air. While he was teasing she'd been working adding lavender and eucalyptus oil to the water.

Without further notice she pressed the rag to his wound, her body now in close proximity to his should he delight in coping a feel or wishing to take advantage of the moment. Not that she would be unwilling as she was very willing, him having caught her interest in more than a few ways. She wasn't sure what she'd expected but this was not it. Pulling the rag back she pursed her lips and allowed a stream of air glide over the wet flesh, cooling and sending it tingling as the oils did their job to treat. "It looks as though it may only need a few stitches." She said to him softly meeting his green eyes.

"Will you remove your pants now or should I have the pleasure?" Suraya teased, reaching into her basket for needle and thread. Slipping all of it into the water she pressed her finger into a pot and slid it over the wound to numb it. The herb poultice wound keep out infection as well. The needle slid through his skin with ease and the fact that she was sort of an expert helped. An 'x' fashioned across closed it up nicely and she tied it off trimming it with the edge of a small knife. "There we go, now to dress it and undress you... have you made up your mind Sir?" She stood stretching her legs and tilting her head in question.

 

[The_Gladiator]

He listened to her words and watched her. He could smell the scents both of the oil, and that of her as well. His hands remained respectfully at his sides as he watched her work.

His skin prickled with Goosebumps as she blew air over his flesh. He was silent as she worked, not complaining nor saying anything as she sewed the wound shut and began to bandage it. “You do good work.” He finally said after a moment of long silence. “It seems that you were not telling a falsehood regarding your skill with those hands.

He finally stood his height taller than her despite the fact compared to most human males he was not very tall. “I believe I am capable of removing my own pants.” He said somewhat dryly, “Even if it might be enjoyable to let you do so.” He said his hands moving to the laces of his pants. “I shall warn you. I have no undergarments on.” He said, and was that a slight twitch of his lips in amusement. He lowered the pants and stepped out of them. He showed no signs of being outwardly uncomfortable at being nude in front of her. His body continued the theme of being devoid of all body hair and his manhood hung loosely between the strong thighs. He showed no overt signs of being aroused. His eyes watched her; curious to see her reaction to his body, wondered what she would do. Would she simply work on the wound on the upper inner left thigh? Or, would she get cute and try for more?

 

[LingeringDesire]

Suraya smiled as he rose, "You think my hands are great, I assure you... my mouth is better." Her golden eyes trailed over his body as he spoke. "Tis a shame..." She whispered about him being quite able to remove his own pants. Though her hands eagerly wanted to take over the task she allowed him his moment, her eyes flitting up to his face at his statement. Seeing his amusement she added her own with a smile, "Is that so..." The gleam in her eye was of pure lust though she attempted to shake it away.

Silently she took in his appearance below the belt, a sadness at his flaccid member added to her want to rile him further. But should he deny and send her from his cell she'd be in graver danger than just HIS scolding. Eyes lifted up the tunnel above them, their cell a pit below ground, the light filtering from torches in sconces above and the nearby one the guard had placed for them at their entrance. She could see no one but knew their was bound to be someone watching.

Smiling at his hairless ness she pushed him to the bed, abruptly. Her hands, chilled, ran over the flesh of his upper body delicately. "I am hairless as well, is this a elven tradition or a personal taste?" She asked sliding his thigh up higher on the bed as she dropped to kneel between his spread legs. The muck from his manhood filtered into her nose with each breath she took, it was a delightful scent. Her own hairlessness was due to genetics, it never grew in at puberty, something her Master adored more and well after she'd reached her prime with him.

Absently she wondered if her hand came to rest upon him as she worked if he would react in anger or pleasure, the thought caused a smile to cross her lips but drop from her mind. Fingers lifted to spread open the gash on his thigh, inspecting it before her fingers were caressing the muscles beneath the surface of his skin. "No use in patching you up if it will leave you lame..." She said feeling the body respond to the slight tugs. Satisfied she shoved the rag into the gash, before removing it, dipping it and flooding the area with the water.

The poultice was next and then the stitches. Each movement she made her soft wrist stoked the shaft gently, she paid it no mind. Once finished with the five or so stitches the wound required she continued to kneel between his legs. Her items were gathered and she dipped her head to place a soft kiss below his naval, the bottom of her chin just brushing the base of his shaft before she stood. "Shall I dance for you or would you like me to rub down your tired muscles... you did compliment my hands, it's the least I can do by showing them off."

 

[The_Gladiator]

He watched her. She was intriguing, and she seemed to find his body pleasant. He knew she was a slave but it seemed to him that her looks were not affectations, she seemed so genuine. Was there brainwashing at work here? Perhaps it was just the want of a human woman for an elven male. That sort of thing happened a lot, and in the reverse, elven women were highly sought after as well.

He watched her watch him, and then she had stepped forward her cool hands on his heated flesh pressing him back onto the bed. He was fairly sure that some of the caresses she ran over his chest were unnecessary, and yet he did not complain, only let his green eyes watch her every move, his every sense tuned into what she was doing. His skin responded to the light caresses with goose flesh.

He obligingly moved his legs apart a bit so she could have better access to the wound. “It is part of elven nature.” He answered her question, “Elves are gifted with only the hair on our heads.” Of which there was quite a bit, long thick raven locks that flowed to his shoulders in gentle waves.

It was clear from the slight wince as she probed the wound that her actions hurt, but he never so much as even grunted with pain, this was minor in comparison to past injuries, even so it was nice to have them treated, and steps to prevent infection observed. He nodded once to her comment about not wanting him to go lame, and the only reaction he allowed himself as the burn of the liquid flooded the wound was a slight hiss of air through his teeth.

To say he was unaware of her soft wrist rubbing his shaft with every movement would be a lie and by the time she was done he was showing evidence that he had noticed. He was not fully hard, although working his way there. Deep green eyes watched her continue to kneel there before she placed a kiss below his naval. Her face that near his shaft caused even more reaction as it rose slightly. He sat up smoothly, trying to cover his growing arousal with a casual drape of his hands over his lap. “I am not sure that any further assistance is truly required my lady.” He said, however his voice was nowhere as steady as it had been, it showed that his control was fraying a little around the edges. “I am sure you have more pressing duties to attend to than keeping me company.” He said with a slight self-deprecating smile. He felt like he had lost control of the situation, even of his own body, and his words were an attempt to regain that control, halting and fumbling as words were. His words sounded strained even to him. His eyes were on hers now, probing, seeking. He wanted to learn more, to figure this woman out. Against his will she was intriguing him, making him want to know more. She seemed to be playing his mind even as her delicate hands had begun to play his body, and he could tell she hadn’t even really started to put those hands to good use. Had it really been that long for him?

 

[LingeringDesire]

Sighing, disappointment tinting the sound as it left her throat. She would beg if she thought he'd cave but she knew it would grow his determination. Allowing her eyes to linger on his form she stood in the middle of his cell. His arousal caused her head to tilt slightly, she only gave him the barest of smiles. "I have only you as my duty tonight, I do not mind to keep company with you." She spun allowing her skirts to flare out as she dropped down at the door, placing the items near the exit. In doing so her bare, rounded bottom and tanned nether lips were on display for him.

Suraya was toying with him but found she liked tearing down his resolve on her own accord. Yes, she'd been sent in by the master because of her tempting looks and skills, but she found she wanted to be in his company. Hips rotating and rolling as she walked caused the bells on her ankle to shake, her breasts jiggled beneath their sheer covering. "I am sure there is something you have want of. I am willing and able to do so much." She knelt at his feet again, her hands sliding up his thighs and removing his hands from the growth between his legs.

Her golden eyes met his before flitting down over his manhood, her tongue absently licking her lips. "Please... allow me to bath you, I am certain the bath house is free and if not I can manage to have fresh water brought in... anything will be acceptable." She removed her hands from his and dropped her head, bowing to him. The waiting was silent. She heard his breathing and felt his eyes upon her. Her heartbeat was loud in her ears and she could hear the blood rushing in her ears. The noises around them were still going strong, though more moans instead of screams.

She could deny that she was at a high state of arousal but one small touch would find her otherwise. Suraya had to fight to keep her hands folded along her thighs, the ease of her own touch could satisfy but it was not what she craved this night. If only the man would rise, pull her to the bed or shove her softness to the wall or stone floor. Anything to show he was willing to go there with her. It would be a small victory, one that would keep her safer longer. Otherwise she could be found unworthy and not useful and sold to another house, something she dreaded but knew her master could do on a whim if she outlived her usefulness for the house. Swallowing she dared to lift her gaze.

 

[The_Gladiator]

Talinath watched her move and bend over. He wanted to look away but his eyes kept being drawn to her. It had been a long time since he had spent this much time alone with a woman, he typically sent the slaves away long before this. At some level he realized she was seducing him but he still wasn’t stopping her.

Her hips rolled as she approached, kneeling before him again. Without permission she ran her hands up his legs until her hands came to rest over his. He could feel the softness of her cool fingers stroking the backs of his hands, with their long fingers, the slender hands of an elf. She pulled his hands away, wordlessly denying his modesty, forcing him to display himself shamelessly.

His eyes lifted from their conjoined hands to her face, where he watched lick her lips, her eyes devouring his growing erection. A shift had happened as she touched him, and his transition to full arousal completed as his eyes met hers again. She did not meet his gaze for long as her eyes looked down, her soft hands siding away from his coming to rest on her own thighs, an action that drew his gaze downward over her body. He swore under his breath in elvish, realizing that he would not be able to resist this woman if she kept up such actions.

They sat in silence, thick with the awkwardness of the position for long moments. She had made her open offer to bathe him, which was intriguing enough, although her silent offer conveyed with her touch on his hands and the lick of her lips said she would be willing to do far more than bathe him. He knew in the warmth of her mouth, the heat of her body he would find relief from some of his body’s needs, but would he be able to stand the betrayal of his morals?

Her eyes rose to meet his again and he cleared his throat. “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt me to bathe.” He said almost grudgingly. A hot bath was a luxury he had denied himself for quite some time. He knew he should send her away, but he knew in that moment that he couldn’t, his body’s demands, and the demands of his lonely spirit would not allow it. He was weak and after he shot her an almost pained expression he rose to his feet, reaching for his Tunic, he could leave the pants, but as comfortable in his nudity as he was he did not feel like showing himself off to any more people than necessary.

Long strong quiet steps carried him to the door of his cell. “I wish to bathe.” He said coolly. The guard snapped to attention and nodded, he yanked the cell open and grabbed Talinath. The deadly elf stood still and allowed the guard to manacle his wrists together. Many of the gladiators were allowed free reign of the compound however others were deemed too dangerous, Talinath was considered both too valuable and too dangerous to be allowed to go on his own. His eyes smoldered with a dark fire, restrained fury. Part of him wondered why he had subjected himself to this. Then his eyes flicked to her and he kicked himself inwardly knowing that it was because of her, she had smiled and offered to make him feel a bit better, he had fallen into the trap, and he had accepted degradation by the guards on the promise of something better to come in the future.

 

[LingeringDesire]

Suraya adored the long thick rod between his legs, her hands shook on her thighs as she held them back from stroking him. Silently she wondered how he tasted and that tongue snaked out to wet her lower lip again. No man had ever gotten her wet before, save the Master and never without touch. She eyed him sitting there, what was it about him. She'd been taken dry, her screams filling the air of lush rooms within the house, her blood allowing her channel to wet as she was muffled by pillow or hand. She looked away, down at the ground so he wouldn't see the torn expression her eyes wore. He confused her greatly.

Flickering back up at his words she allowed a slow smile to cross her lips, "No it wouldn't..." She agreed softly, allowing the soft smile to grow. No, she didn't enjoy his pain but the break down that told her she was getting under his skin and would be rewarded. Her golden eyes flitted over him as he rose, herself rising again as he crossed the room. A flicker of disappointment that such a body would be covered from her view crossed her face, but she knew he'd be bare to bathe, something she would admire profusely.

Eyes widened as the guard began to chain the man, "He's harmless, please release him..." She strode forward like the female of the house only to be stopped cold.

"He's a killer and even so he's worth more than you..." The guard let loose with a chuckle.

Suraya didn't doubt his worth and she'd seen his abilities in the arena more than once. But he didn't scare her. Ignoring the male guard she knew he wanted a reaction, she passed them. Fingers trailing his tunic covered chest as she led the way. Hips swaying seductively as she walked, the guards murmuring comments that were less than sweet. She paid no mind and continued on, glancing over her shoulder at him every corner they turned. The bath house was empty, the water bubbling in the heated pools the master installed.

She stood silently across the pool from the men, her eyes flashing before her back was toward them. Clothing was removed slowly. Silk fabric that obscured her breasts from sight slid off her shoulders and down to the cool tile floor. Her skirt was a simple tie along her hip and it floated to the floor as well. Ignoring the guards she stepped into the pool of hot water. A raised platform in the middle of it was for him to sit so she could wash him. "Unshackle him and stand wait at the door or leave, I shan't hurt your precious killer," Her smile oozed of sex and promise.

 

[The_Gladiator]

Talinath found himself clenching his jaw and fighting to restrain himself as the guard insulted the young woman, he still had not caught her name. He held himself in check for he knew attacking these guards would not do anything to improve their situation. Still his dispassionate exterior masked his inner anger. He stalked like the predator he was after her towards the bathing chamber, flanked by his two door guards. Elves were not known for their lethality, but they were known for their grace. The arena had honed that grace into something resembling a hunting cat.

Upon arriving in the bathing chamber His eyes watched as the woman began to strip. His eyes like those of the guards traced over her supple curves, all of them appreciating her form.

It was never clear to Suraya across the pool exactly what happened next. One of the guards made a lewd comment about the woman and without warning Talinath struck. In an instant he proved exactly why he was chained and under heavy guard. He struck, his backhand, manacled wrist slamming into the face of one of the guards breaking the man’s nose, causing a fountain of blood. Before the other guard could react, Talinath was behind the man, arms over his head, his chain tight over the guard’s throat.

The trio stood there in a stalemate, the only sound the choking noises of the first guard. The other drew a wicked looking. “Let him go…” Talinath only shook his head. Nothing could have prepared him for what the man did next. “Since it hurts you so much to have the little whore insulted, I bet this will kill you.” And he flung the knife across the pool, where it slashed along Suraya’s side opening a gash along her ribs and the side of one breast.

Talinath froze, his own torture he could handle, but his attempt to defend this woman had just gotten her badly injured, he could see the flow of blood down her naked side. Talinath swore and finally released the guard he was holding, allowing both guards to beat him into submission. He just stood there while they beat him. He had proved he could have easily killed one guard and possibly even the second, but after threatening Suraya, he had surrendered, allowing their heavy fists and short clubs to beat him.

The beating was short but brutal, much as they wanted to, the guards knew they could not kill Talinath, he needed to fight in just a few short days. He stood stoically, taking it. He endured it knowing he needed to get to the woman; he could heal her, if only given the opportunity. Only when they deemed he was no longer a threat did they remove his chains and throw him into the pool, retreating to the doorway, waiting and watching to see what would happen.

The elf lay in the water for a few seconds collecting himself, before he dragged himself through the water to the crumpled form of Suraya, He bent over her, gentle hands turning her over. His eyes skimmed passed the naked sight of her breasts, his only hope was to heal her and perhaps the guard would think she fainted from fright, maybe he had been too busy beating Talinath to have noticed that sea of red. If they knew he had the magic he was about to display things would go even worse for him. He whispered to her in Elven, soft sweet words, soothing words, the natural healer in him taking over, wanting desperately to heal her, to make right what he had caused in her. His hands covered her side, cupping her breast and side with both hands as he sought inside himself for the magic he needed to heal her. His hands glowed softly, shielded by his body as he continued to murmur in elven to her, his magic flowing through her body, his mind touching hers, taking her pain into himself. “Heal for me.” He whispered, part prayer, part order as his magic did its work.

 

[LingeringDesire]

Her back turned to the males, lightly tanned skin stretched over her long form, long for a woman. Her breasts were a bit over a handful, should Talinath be tempted. Her waist tapered in before the flare of her hips gave her the curves that were the envy of most woman of the era. Her long dark hair hung straight and just below her shoulder blades as she perused the basket of items left at the side. Sniffing and reading she picked some of her favorites and scented the tub for him. The whisper of voices reached her ears but she ignored them, used to the guards words and insinuations. They would never have her and they were jealous she was to be given to the gladiator.

Not given, she mentally corrected since she offered. Glancing back at them she gasped, her train of thought left her as she moved against the edge. "No," she whispered. Why did he do that? What had she missed? Golden eyes went wide as the words spoke hit her ears, they'd insulted her and he reacted. Questioning him with her gaze she looked up at him, willing to understand. So caught up she didn't even notice the knife slicing through the air in her direction. The pain that slid through her body dropped her to her knees in the pool of water, a cry of pain like that she'd never heard fell from her lips as her wet fingers grasped at the skin.

Her heartbeat picked up, pumping the blood through her veins and out into the water. Her eyes glazed over as she watched him beaten, tears falling as she slumped on the block in the middle of the pool. She couldn't do anything, in shock. Full lips paled and shivered, her once tan skin lost some of it's delicate color before they were through. She felt the hatred pumped into the blows he took but his resolve lessened and she somehow knew it was because of her.

Suraya was slightly aware of his closeness a little while later, knowing she must have blacked out briefly. Her wound was away from him, and she felt his long gentle fingers moving over her, turning her. The concern she saw in his green depths affected her inner being greatly, if it weren't for her injury she would have kissed him and not soon stopped. His touch was welcome, but in this manner was not the sexual one she so desired from him. Groaning as he whispered in his native tongue, elvish. She recognized the tones but not the words. Her eyes scanned his face as her hand caressed his over the wound, the other clutched at his tunic. She closed her eyes and felt as warmth filled her breast and the pain slid away.

Gasping she smiled up at him as her golden eyes opened wide. "Gladiator... I'm here to heal you, not the other way around." Her voice was a hushed whisper. Her cheeks regained their color and she moved his hand to a different hold on her breast. "I suppose that incident ruined the good mood we had going." She knew where they were in the pool and using her body forced him down to the seat, and settled in his lap. The sexual tension was eased, but something close to admiration had replaced it. She wanted to know why, she had more questions about him than when she'd first entered his cell. "Why?"

 

[The_Gladiator]

The guards had only unchained him because he had shown that if she was threatened he would be no threat. Even so the guards kept their distance, wanting nothing to do with him. They believed he was broken. He had only gone along with the beating, submitted, in order to save her life. The healer in him had cried out at her pain at her suffering, and he longed to heal her. So he had submitted to them.

As he healed her he continued to murmur in his tongue. He found relief flooding through him as he could see the wound healing under his pressing palms.

“Look at the weakling elf, beaten into submission seeking succor from his female…” A guard taunted from across the room. Talinath gritted his teeth and she could see the flash of anger smoldering deep in his eyes. However the guards words and her quick action of shifting his touch on her breast gave him the cover that he needed, he needed to hide what he had done, and she provided a good cover as she pressed him down into the water more closely hiding what he was doing, their position suggesting to the guards that she was riding him when in actuality she was not.

He could see the question form on her lips as he slid his hand from the full weight of her breast a tempting weight that more than filled his palm, curves larger than any elven woman’s he had ever seen. He let his hands rest at her hips, the gesture not sexual, but more just a way to keep up the charade for the guard. He shrugged at her question of why. He had an answer, he hated to see women so abused and mistreated, and why the healing, because that was his calling, his gift, but could he trust her? He thought perhaps he should, after all he had just done something that had bound them together in a way, he had put her under possible future fire, inadvertently showing his weakness to the guards, and she was a part of that weakness. “Even if you are a slave, you are not a whore; you deserve the respect of any woman.” He said softly, a hint of the idealistic elf he had been peeking out from behind the cynical shields he had shown her at first.

 

[LingeringDesire]

Her gasp had given the guards fuel, Suraya understood the charade and played into that. His anger regarding the comment had her eyes flitting over his face, hand lifting to help ease it away. Her body had craved him once the motions were not unnatural or unknown to her. His hands slid to her hips helping her to keep up their hidden actions as the water churned around him as she bounced on his lap, their sexes not even touching though their chests were pressed tightly together.

Biting her lower lip she held back a sound, her head nodding to him, encouraging him to act the part as well, unless he wanted them to think she was bad at her assigned job. The men chuckled and moved further away to the hall just outside of the door, leaving them alone. "Thank you..." She smiled at him stopping her actions now that they were more safe. No one had ever said such things before. She'd been raised to act as nothing more than a whore and NOT a woman.

Without saying a word she slid from his grasp and gathered his tunic, her lips traced over his shoulders gently. "Relax, you can trust me gladiator." She wrung out the tunic and laid it aside. Her hands lifted water up in her cupped digits before letting it trickle over his flesh in rivulets. There was a cup and it could have been easier, but this was more personal. Wetting the bar of soap she moved it over his skin, cleaning the dirt and grime away. The guards could think what they want hearing no sound of actual release.

Suraya moved to the front of his body, breasts in his face at this height, moving she parted her legs and stood with one on either side of his as her fingers moved over his chest. "I wasn't wanting to know why you reacted, I wanted to know why you healed me? Why do you care? You and I are both slaves, no chance of escape save death. Why risk your life for mine?" Her voice was low as she stared into his eyes, moving to sit in his lap. Her hands began cupping the water again to rinse him as she waited for his response.

 

[The_Gladiator]

He nodded slightly to her letting out a soft moan playing along with the charade until the guards retreated still laughing and poking fun at the couple’s expense. He let his hands slide away from her as she rose off him. The warm water soothing his sore and bruised muscles.

Her touch was gentle; he could not describe what it felt like to feel her hands slide so sensually over him as she washed him. He would have objected, but found he was too tired to object, she clearly wanted to and he had not the strength to argue, plus it was what he wanted also so why not let her.

His green eyes met hers as she clarified her question. He bit his lip, even white teeth tugging the full lip as he tried to consider his response. How could he explain a calling, how could he explain it was who he was. He finally took her hand in his and placed her hand at the center of his chest, where she could feel the strong g beat of his heart. His hand held her hand in place there. “Some people have… have a calling in here, something they are drawn to do.” He said with a sigh, “Does that make sense? I could do no less than to heal you. Besides it was my fault that you were injured, it was the least I owed you since you were injured on my account.” He said, his words still even and low his eyes holding hers. He finally released her hand to allow her to continue rinsing his upper body.

 

[LingeringDesire]

A shock of tingles ran from her arm to her breasts, even in the warm water she reacted. Swallowing hard she met his eyes as he pulled her and to his chest, stopping her task and speaking. Suraya wanted to scoot closer, to do as they had acted out, bring him to fruition within her womb and make the moans he gave real. but she knew the moment had passed the moment the men insulted her.

She listened, her head tilted. It made sense, she wasn't sure what her own purpose was, being told it was to give pleasure and in a way it was. Whether it was her sister slaves that she made a new tunic for, seeing them smile brought her pleasure. Even some of the friendlier guards, the ones that guarded her master, she made sure they had extra food and coffee on their late night watches. Sighing as his hand left she kept hers there, in place on his chest.

"I understand, but it was still foolish. I might be a woman to you but everyone else sees me as property of the house. Usable... replaceable if my tasks are left incomplete..." She started strong but ended her sentence weak. What did he need to know of her problems? Sighing again she allowed her hand to slide down his chest and land between them, her fingertips resting just at his naval.

"I will finish your hair and then we shall return to your cell, unless you'd like to stay and soak more." She stood and backed up slowly, "I will allow you that choice." She dropped her gaze and moved to the basket to grab another soap and a cup. She poured the scented water over his scalp and stroked the bar into it, caressing his scalp gently but with a assurance that every speck of sand and dirt would be gone.

Suraya rinsed his head gently rubbing the raven locks clean. Smiling down at him she lifted his head gently, before she could help herself her lips were against his in a soft kiss. The guards laughing picked up behind her, their comments a whisper as their laughs grew harder, impatient at waiting. She broke the kiss and gazed into his eyes, "Suraya..." She whispered and stepped from the tub to dry off. The bath was for him, not her she would wait.

 

[The_Gladiator]

He laughed, “Foolish? Figures, I give the first sign of caring about anything in years, not even my own life have I valued, but I showed that your life meant something to me, and even you claim it to be foolish.” His laugh was bitter and self-deprecating. He said nothing else, but silently allowed her to wash his hair. He stifled a soft noise of pleasure despite himself at the gentle way she treated him. It had been far too long since he had felt such kindness.

As she finished she lifted his chin and suddenly her full soft lips were pressed to his, and the guard’s taunts rose again. Talinath’s glare was returning when she distracted him with the gift of her name. “Suraya.” He whispered as she stepped away, it was a beautiful name.

As she left he realized how much he did not want her to go, he had been enjoying her touch, even if he was a little irritated with her for the foolish comment. “Little one?” he called to her, using an elven term of endearment without even thinking about it, such was his mental distraction. “I believe there is much of me that you failed to wash.” He said, lifting one foot from the water to wiggle his toes at her. She had started above his waist; therefore there was much on him she had not washed, “I would not want you to get in trouble for failing to complete your duties.” He said, grasping at an excuse to have her come back, it seemed like things had just begun for them, the guards be damned, and he did not want the moment to so easily slip away.

 

[LingeringDesire]

Her golden eyes widened in surprise at his endearment, oddly it made her feel protected and safe. She blushed at his comment and lowered her body back into the water, the slow churn of her hips taking her there with each step. This quieted the guards who mumbled to themselves quietly leaning against a column, watching the would be lovers.

She grasped his foot and washed it carefully, her eyes on his. "I didn't mean to insult you," Her voice was low, "I only meant my life is not worth more than yours." He may not have understood it but it was her way of showing she cared for him as well. This led her to her earlier thoughts, she'd asked to be given to the elven gladiator. He had a peace about him, even in his fury of fighting something within him never seemed to lose himself. She wanted that.

Her fingers moved up his calf and up his thigh. The back of her hand grazing his cock gently, intentionally but she didn't show the indication. The way her hands moved and rubbed it could have been considered a massage, though she was careful. The beating he'd sustained had been localized to his upper torso. Her eyes flitted over his face, from his eyes to his lips. Suraya wanted to kiss him again, it was the first time she'd felt anything more than disgust as her lips joined another's.

She pulled his other foot up, resting it so his toes, if flexed, could caress the underside of her breast. She didn't rush the washing but was slow in her working. Once finished she smiled at him before urging him to stand. The guards chuckled, watching curiously as she washed his buttocks, her body pressed tight to his front as she worked, using him as a shield. "I like that endearment Gladiator..." She whispered softly, giving him a ghost of a kiss before she stepped back slowly. Fingers wrapping around his shaft, the other hand going lower and caressing the hanging orbs that held his seed.

 

[The_Gladiator]

“I would say your life is more important at least to my eyes.” He said softly as she took his foot in hand. He could feel the gentle scrubbing massage tracking up his legs, her innocently bumping his cock as she rubbed up to the tops of his thighs. He almost gasped at the contact, his member beginning to react once again.

It was not long before she pulled up his second foot and lavished attention on that leg as well, again her hand brushing against other areas. She next requested him to stand and he did so after a moment hesitation. He was tempted to tell her he would do this part but finally just did as she asked. He could eel her hands slide over his ass, and delve between his cheeks. Her touch was gentle but thorough, and he found himself reacting from those touches, so that he was almost fully hard by the time her hand grasped his shaft with her one hand, the other settling around his sack, cupping him, rolling them slightly in her palm. If he hadn’t been fully hard before he was now. She earned a real gasp ad almost a moan at that first touch of his cock. He realized in that moment that they perhaps had crossed a line at this point which would not easily be crossed back over. His eyes met hers for a brief instant before his eyes dropped to her delicate hands on his manhood. He was long and thick in her hands, larger than average for an elf, and even by human standards it was nothing to be ashamed of, standing straight and firm, with no foreskin to hinder its clean lines.

 

[LingeringDesire]

She smiled at his statement, the fact he felt her important intrigued her. Her washing of him was thorough, expert. She felt her own body react to the fact that he was hard, rock hard in her hand. There was no ghost of a smile as she caressed his nether regions. He held back, she could tell. Her eyes burned into his, desire for him filled the depths. It wasn't forced and it wasn't fake. She bit her lip, her breath was rough as it left her lips.

Suraya tried ignoring the feeling that her knees were weak as the tip of his member rubbed along the soft flesh of her stomach. Fighting the urge to push him to sitting and ride him she continued stroking him. She strove to make him feel good. Her fingers traced the veins and ridges of his long rod before her palm pressed over the head. Stimulating and exciting. Her body ached to be touched.

Her eyes looked into his, "G-Gladiator... touch me.... please." She wasn't used to begging, men usually just took. She heard nothing but silence behind them, her eyes didn't survey them. She didn't care and they weren't the important party, he was. Sadly, she knew not his name. Her fingers lifted and pulled his head to hers, lips burning a path along his neck and collar. "Please, I beg of you." She whispered into his ear.

 

[The_Gladiator]

Her fingers and palm stroked and caressed, sliding the length of his engorged member. He no longer held back the moans she was drawing from inside him. He let his hands slide into her hair, gently combing through it as he returned her kiss even as he felt her palm swirl over the tip of his cock. He moaned into her kiss his hands sliding the length of her back gently exploring her as her hands continued to work over him. It was very clear that what had started as strictly washing was now something much more.

“Talinath.” He whispered between kisses as he felt her kiss along his neck and jaw. His hand cupping the back of her head holding her close. He hadn’t realized he hadn’t given her his name, but in this moment it felt wrong for her to call him gladiator in this moment. He wanted nothing he hated so much to interject its way into this moment. His moan increased as her lips neared his sensitive elven ears; did she know about them, if she touched or used her mouth on them could he hold back? His already tenuous control was slipping. Talinath, he who had restrained himself for so long was being undone by the gentle caresses and soft body of this young woman.