Of Lust and Envy: Some Sins can be deadly -- Darkangel76 and The Gladiator

[The_Gladiator]

Of Lust and Envy: Some Sins can be Deadly
By Darkangel76 and The Gladiator

Historians note: this story takes place in a land of fantasy, although
not in any specific world. In this land, the lands are currently at
peace. Elves and humans, although not incredibly interdependent, are
on pleasant terms, for the most part, and trade between the communities is encouraged and
welcomed. Additionally this story is set in the same world as This story by the same authors.
Join us now on this journey of love and desire, emotion and all that
goes with it.

Year 1022 – year of the early spring – midsummer

Location: Elven Forest, a high elven tree town.

The sun slowly rose in the east, dappling the trees with a mixture of light and shadow. The sun rising from a mere line on the horizon to
lift into the sky heralding a new day come to Sylvistria, the largest
high elven tree town in this northern part of the forest, the north most outpost city of the elven nation of Kierielle.

Talinath myrthurdrenn stood before his small home, bared to the waist
he stretched and bent. He went through many poses, a movement art which could find a comparison to human yoga. Raising his palms to the sky, Talinath stretched to his full height and then smoothly bent double his hands flat on the ground before him. He used the movements to focus his mind and body, seeking an inner harmony between the two.

As he bent double, Talinath’s long blonde hair fell around his face,
but he resisted the temptation to push it back. He had chosen not to
tie it back for this occasion so he would not let it trouble him. He
stood back up slowly, the movements slow and graceful, almost a dance.

Talinath was lithe, almost feminine in his beauty, although a closer
look past the delicate features to his body showed him to definitely
be male. Especially with his shirt off, his smooth chest showed the
muscles of a swordsmen and archer, although was defined rather than
bulky. There were no hard edges to even his muscles, just flowing
lines.

His face was clean-shaven as all elves were. He could not grow a
beard had he wanted one. His eyes were an angled deep blue.

Talinath engaged in this ritual every morning. It was partially for
his own health, but also part of his devotion to Sollaran his god.
Sollaran was one of the heads of the elven pantheon, whose realm was
the sun and the day. Sollaran ruled beside Lunaira his sister, goddess
of the moon. This was also a time of prayer for Talinath as well.

Straightening Talinath allowed his eyes to scan his surroundings; he
was surprised that his half-sister Tiathi had not joined him this morning,
for even though Lunaira’s time was the night, she often joined her
older brother for this time of meditation.

That being said, Talinath was not worried about his sister. The night
before had been one of the summer fertility festivals, in which both Talinath and Tiathi, clerics of Sollaran and Lunaira respectively, had been very involved in. The magic affected each individual differently
and not all woke at the same time the next morning. Talinath had been
one of the first to rise, overcoming the enchanted sleep that followed
the release of magic into the forest restrengthening the ancient
trees, and encouraging new growth. He had woken at dawn in time to greet the sun’s first Rays. Had stood gazing upward eyes closed, receiving his lord’s blessing on his upturned cheeks. He had then disrobed to begin his Sun Salutation, as it was often called. He was bare save for his underclothes, a garment that resembled pants that had been cut off high on his legs, baring a length of his muscled thighs in addition to his bare upper torso.

Talinath always felt rejuvenated after the festivals, and not just
because they were the only times the priest of Sollaran broke his
self-imposed celibacy. His people were very amorous, so it was quite
logical that such a release of magic and fertility went hand and hand
with the act of elven fertility. Many elven children had been
conceived on a festival day, including his sister or all believed. It was the only explanation for his sister’s appearance which differed so much from their mother, father, and Talinath her brother. It was inconceivable that his mother would have been unfaithful to their father; therefore it was widely acknowledged that Tiathi was conceived during one of the festivals. To talinath, the festivals were more than just a carnal release, or a time to conceive children; they were a truly magical moment, to actually be that connected to the trees he and all his people loved so much. He could still feel the memory of what it felt like. Its power and majesty were truly humbling to a mere mortal such as himself.

As he finished one segment of his movement art, Talinath let himself
wonder who his partner for the festivities had been the night before.
He had had his suspicions but it was never spoken of afterward, so he
supposed it did not really matter. She had been talented; he suspected
it had been one of the elder’s wives... He immediately squashed that
line of reasoning. It was improper to wonder, it would never be spoken
of afterward, so why did he wonder. Festivals were considered to transcend all mortal concerns such as individuals, monogamy, or love; it was
about them coming together as one people. Even so, there was that
little part of Talinath, the elven healer, that wondered.

Talinath knew it was better that he did not know, he knew the
identity of only one of his partners, and that had been an accident
over 40 years previously. To this day he wished he did not know. He
had been in her arms, and as he went to stroke her ears with her
release, before the release of magic, he had knocked her face
concealing mask off, to reveal the startled green eyes of Tiathi His
sister. Talinath had spoken then, something that was almost unheard
of, saying this was wrong, he could not continue. She had recognized
him from his voice and in a low voice had encouraged him not to stop,
that they could not waste this gift of their gods, they had to go through with it. Stubborn even in that moment his sister had gotten her way, and they had finished the ritual, not exposing what had happened to anyone. As he would do this year, Talinath and Tiathi had never
spoken of that event, perhaps out of fear, perhaps out of unsurity,
partially because of the norm that stated they shouldn’t know their
partner. Perhaps it was easier for them to pretend it had not
happened, or that they did not know.

Talinath brushed aside these thoughts as well, knowing they were only
distractions he could not afford. Rising to his feet again he walked
back into his small house to prepare breakfast for himself, and Tiathi
if she returned in time. He had no time to concern himself with such thoughts; he had to mentally prepare himself for the peace summit that would be taking place in just a few short days. As one of the clerics of Sollaran, Talinath was not just a healer, but a proponent of peace. He would have many duties during the gathering. He would be there to assist the elders, serve as a translator as needed, and would be on hand to heal any injuries or defend his order’s elders should the unthinkable happen, that is to say…if someone started a war during a peace conference.


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Location: a human town to the northwest of Sylvanistria, on the
outskirts of the forest

Not so far as the crow flies from Sylvanistria, a small human village
sat protected on the edge of the forest. Although there had been peace
between the elves and the orcs to the north east or least not open
warfare, the humans of this small village were still glad of their
proximity to the greater power of their elven allies.

Although, not all were so happily disposed towards the elves. Galan halfelven, he had long since dispensed with the surname of his elven
father... Myrthurdrenn “Honored of the light” his hairy arse. What had
that family ever given him? Oh his high minded cousins had tried to
help him or so they said, but they didn’t know what it was like to be
orphaned, and more over to know that your mother was Human, and even
if you were technically accepted, you were seen as different. Well ok,
perhaps they did know of being orphans, as their own parents had died
before his father, their uncle had, they still did not know what it
was like to be different, to feel like an outcast. Some day he would
make them pay for all the advantages they held.

Galan had felt the power last night, had felt the pull of the festival
magic. He had of course found company, with the woman he lived with,
but it was not the same. He wanted to be back in sylvanistria, sharing
in that pleasure. The problem was, even when he had been there, he had felt like an outcast. From his different features, to the body hair he grew that the elves could not. Each and every thing marked him as half human in their eyes. So here he sat the next morning, feeling every inch the outcast, and staring up into the same sunrise Talinath did,
he swore the elves would pay.

 

[darkangel76]

The sun had just begun to rise, the sky still darkened with soft shades of purple floating on the horizon as it gave way to the harsher oranges and blues that soon would become day. Dawn was upon the sleepy town and it wouldn't be long before life would emerge, the first sounds of hustle and bustle as people went on about their daily routines. Just then, the chirp of a bird interrupted the silence, calling others to join its song.

Lorelei Teague let out a low groan and shifted under the blankets. As she moved, her hand reached out, but... she found nothing. No warmth, no body she'd expect to be there... nothing. Perking up slightly, her long red tendrils fell across her pale face and into her blue eyes. She propped up on one elbow and scowled slightly before letting out a long and drawn out exhale. At that, she sat up, pushing her hair out of her face, and thought for a moment as to where Galan might be. But, she knew. And it was the reason why she felt so sore and wonderful too—a tiny smile creeping upon her face as she thought about the night before, her hands reaching down below the blankets as she touched herself lightly in remembrance.

Yes, Lorelei knew Galan was pining and moping. He'd felt the call of his people. She knew it. Hell, he'd been muttering as much under his breath. Truly, the man needed to stop this destructive cycle and finally break free. After all, she could see the potential here so why couldn't he? He had the best of both worlds—elf and human. There was strength in both and he needed to seize it, to capitalize. He needed to harness his emotions and take action. After all, didn't they deserve better than where they were?

Lorelei slipped out of bed, her body bare from the night she and Galan had the night before. She padded through their room and down the hall, her cool blue eyes resting upon him as she watched him looking through one of the main windows. She wondered if his gaze was fixed on his town of origin... probably. Slowly, quietly, she walked up behind him, her slender arms moving to wrap about his body.

"I thought you might be here," Lorelei whispered against Galan's ear. She pressed her naked body against his back, her one hand moving to rub at his chest. "You know, you hold more power than you know, Galan," she continued before gently nipping at his ear. "I felt it between my legs last night and..." She let her hands slide along his arms. "I can feel it in these arms of yours." She paused a moment, her body pressing closer. "Why not go back to Sylvanistria? We deserve better than this. I want to see you reach your full potential." Her hands continued to caress and tease his flesh, her lips brushing against his ear as she spoke in light, breathy whispers. She hoped her words encouraged Galan. The man needed to act rather than sit idle. It was time to finally show people what he truly was capable of.

~~~

Tiathi awoke with a loud scream, her body soaked with sweat, her dark hair dampened as she shivered and shook. Her skin had broken out into goose bumps as she felt her entire body tremble from it—legs quivering, mind swirling. What had just happened? As her heart raced, beating frantically with determined purpose beneath her breast, she could feel a smile working its way across her lips along with a heated blush on her cheeks. Giggling softly, she brought a hand to her face as if to shyly hide, but only did so for a moment, before dropping it down into her lap.

Biting down on her lip, Tiathi pushed back the blankets and stretched. Her body felt nice and the dream had made her feel even better. She could still see Talinath's face smiling down upon her as he pushed her over the edge over and over again. The images of him had been so vivid, but then they always were, especially after festivals. And oh... as she shifted, she couldn't believe how sensitive she felt! Somehow dreams of him always rendered her body sensitive, it was as if it beckoned to be with him, close to him...

At that, Tiathi got up and slipped on a filmy, sheer white night robe. She had to find Talinath. Enough was enough. They needed to address things even if he wasn't ready. She knew she needed to since each passing year the dreams were getting stronger, the pull toward him more intense. It had to be a sign from the goddess, she was sure of it. After all, things like this just didn't occur every day and the bond... it was unlike any other. Somehow she knew this, could feel it with every fiber of her soul.

Tiathi made her way through their home until she finally found her half-brother exactly where she knew he'd be. Her emerald eyes settled on him as she watched him move so gracefully, lost in art of movement. Her fingers moved to twist themselves about her long, dark tresses as she watched him for several moments before she finally stepped out and made her approach toward where he was.

"Good morning, Talinath," Tiathi said, her voice soft and sweet. "I trust you slept well?" She gave him a warm smile as she continued to step forward, the filmy night robe trailing behind her slightly. "I hope you had a good festival as well," she added before giving him a low curtsey out of respect. When she stood up, her eyes sparked and her smile remained. "I... I had a dream, Talinath. A wonderful and magical dream." She bit down on her lip, her hands moving in front of her body so as to clasp themselves together. "It left me trembling all over. In fact, my legs are still shaking." She giggled a little as the thoughts and images of her dream swirled through her mind. "I dreamed of us. It was like it had been that one night those years ago." She paused a moment. "I've been having this dream every year since then, but last night... I can't deny myself these dreams any longer, Talinath." She shook her head as she stood there. "I just cannot any more."

 

[The_Gladiator]

Lost in his thoughts, Talinath was surprised when a soft melodic voice broke into his thoughts. Blue eyes flicked up to meet her green ones. “You startled me sister.” He said. “I must have been caught up in the last of my devotions that I did not hear your approach.”

He had just finished and had been heading back into the house, his mind already on what he would prepare for breakfast when his sister had spoken. He bowed to her in return, smiling slightly. They were not always so formal, but it seemed as if she had something on her mind. “I am well, I woke refreshed…yes, and my festival experience was most enjoyable. I thought the festivities went well. I can already see growth in the new saplings behind the house, and some of the other trees look even more alive this day.”

As he spoke, Talinath Passed his sister headed back into the house where he was sure his sister would follow. He began to set out various ingredients for their breakfast, mushrooms, Onions, some eggs, as well as bread and cheese. However the prize for the morning meal was a moonfruit, one that Talinath must have collected the night previously, a rare treat. It was not that moon fruit were particularly uncommon; it was more that the delicacies often required magical aid to be coaxed from the nurturance of their trees. As they were rare they were never wasted. Aside from nutrition, the fruit had many uses. Preserves made from the fruit were put into the elven waybread, a single piece of which could nourish an elf for an entire day. However, raw, the fruit often had an arousing affect and the delicacy was often consumed during the festival, adding further stimulation to the amorous activities.

Talinath inwardly noted that although she had asked Tiathi had not really seemed to hear his explanation of how he felt the festival had gone. However the elf did not need to draw his sister out, she seemed ready to burst with what she wanted to say. Talinath listened with only half an ear at first, something about a dream and… … Then it sunk in what she was talking about. The elven healer’s hand slipped the knife he was using to cut the Onion biting into his thumb. Dark red blood welled up into the cut as the elf immediately dropped the knife and reached for a clean cloth to wrap the cut.

He did not want to have this conversation with his sister right now, of course he had thought about that night 40 years ago earlier during his sun salutation, however he had never expected his sister to so boldly broach the subject with him. After all it had been 40 years. Tiathi was like a kettle that had been too long on the fire and her words poured out of her like steam.

As he pressed down on the wound in his hand trying to stop the bleeding, it was obvious by that slip by the steady handed elf, that she had affected him, had struck some sort of chord in him. He seemed unsure what to say, and his green eyes searched her face, observing her earnest intensity as she spoke. He thought of telling her he often thought of that night as well, however squashed that notion. It was improper and they should not even speak of it let alone be discussing it. “I am glad you remember that time fondly.” He let himself smile just a bit, “I will take it as a compliment sister, that of all the lovers you have had, at least one per year for the 50 years you have been an adult and partaken of the festivals, that I stand out in your mind.” He knew that one a year was a conservative estimate by far, for as clerics, as key participants in the rituals, sometimes they took more than one partner. Tiathi, like himself had been a cleric most of her adult life. At 200 Talinath had been an adult for a little over a century as elven adulthood came at age 99. His sister was about 50 years his junior. The incident had occurred some 5 years after she had become a cleric, had abandoned the way of the warrior that she had pursued earlier in life. Five short years after they had lost their parents in one of the last wars. His eyes continued to sweep over her face curious and somewhat concerned about where she was going with this conversation.


Galan heard the soft footsteps of Lorelei as she approached where he stared out into the morning sky. He felt her arms slide around him, her naked breasts pressing to his back. Wearing only his pants he was highly aware of the feel of her bare skin pressing to him. Her nipples hard against his back, she was either cold or still ready for him. His lip curled in a slight smirk when he considered that, figuring it was the latter, she was always ready and waiting for him. Then again was that not her job? So maybe Lorelei no longer served as a prostitute, she was just the shrewd business woman who ran a successful string of bars and brothels along the riverfront. However she sure knew how to please, and when he had barged into her establishment and demanded her best she had taken him on himself, he had no clue why, but he did not complain. Likewise was he unsure why, yet did not complain when the human woman stopped charging him for her services. Hell, she had invited him into her home, in fact, into her own bed even.

Galan shivered as she whispered into his ear, her words talking about potential, that they deserved better. He knew that her words had a dual meaning. She felt he deserved better than to be exiled like this, and she also wanted better for herself, even if she was one of the richest members often Oaks, their village, it was not enough for her. She felt she should be a noblewoman of a big city, perhaps Belbarren Major, or Gomgoroth itself. Did she now have her eyes on the elves of Kierielle, or was she just whispering sweet nothings in his ear and was he reading too much into her words?

He found it difficult to focus wholly on her words, for her breath on his sensitive elven ear was a blatant invitation and most assuredly intended to arouse him. Although not as sensitive as a true elf’s, his ears were still highly sensitive, and as with any elf, an erogenous zone. She had to know what she was doing to him. She enjoyed teasing though, delighted in inflaming his passions and desires.

Outwardly he gave no indication he had even acknowledged her presence, however she knew him well enough. She could read the subtle signs of his body, that slight hitch of breath, the hardening of his nipples under her touch, if her touch roamed lower the thickening and hardening of his sex in his pants, all would speak to the fact that he was aware she was there and for the most part, by no means displeased she was there either.

 

[darkangel76]

Tiathi winced as she watched Talinath suddenly falter, his skilled and dexterous hands missing the mark as the knife slipped and he cut himself. The blood was bright and beautiful as it pooled about his finger, a stark contrast to the color of his flesh as he moved to get a cloth to stay the flow of the blood. She could hear the knife fall as he went to wrap up the wound, her mind swirl with frustration, nervousness and mostly... guilt. Her words had clearly struck her brother at his core. She knew what his thoughts had initially been that night all those years ago—how wrong it had been. Had he truly felt that way even still, even now? She know she did not, not even then for it had been she that had urged him to continue, to not stop and embrace the gift of the night.

Biting down on her lower lip, Tiathi felt a shiver run along her spine, her skin tightening beneath the sheer robe that barely covered her slim body. She lowered her head, averting her cat-like eyes toward the floor as tears began to prick at them. No. She would not let Talinath see that his reaction had affected her. She was too proud to let on. Swallowing hard, she pushed a lock of dark brown behind an ear and sucked in a sharp breath, her ears twitching as she braced herself for the inevitable—rejection.

But Tiathi wasn't about to take it lightly. She needed Talinath to understand that this wasn't a game or a fanciful dream. This was quite real for her, a gift from Lunaira... she had no doubt about it. The signs were there and she was ready to embrace it with both arms. The love had been formed and allowed to nurture and grow when they were young and it was then given the chance to become something more... something beautiful to cherish and forever hold dear thanks to the guidance of Lunaira. The dreams were a means to never forget, to keep the feelings raw and true.

Tiathi looked up at her brother, her dark hair falling about her slender shoulders like that of a rippling waterfall. "You do more than stand out and it is more than just a compliment," her voice was soft, almost a whisper. "It runs deeper than that," she added before pausing, her eyes locking onto Talinath's. "I think you know this. At least, I hope you do," she said.

Daring to be bold, Tiathi took a few steps toward Talinath until she stood before him. Slowly she brought her hands up to his until she took hold of his injured hand in her own, bringing it to her lips so that she could gently place her lips against the injury. She then gave him a smile.

"May I?" Tiathi asked, her face lightening just a bit as she hinted to Talinath that she wished to take a look at the cut he'd given himself when she mentioned her thoughts and dream to him only minutes ago.

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Galan didn't move, but Lorelei could tell he didn't mind her presence. The very fact that he hadn't gotten up or pushed her away was proof enough of that. She nipped at his ear again before letting her tongue gently slide along the outer shell.

"You know it's achievable," Lorelei stated, her words a husky whisper as she smiled against Galan's ear. Her hands slid along his body, taunting his flesh beneath her delicate fingertips.

Lorelei's touches were firm and with purpose as she let her hands glide along Galan's arm and chest. Her palm moved over a hardened nipple and her smile broadened, a tiny breath escaping her as her hand began to move lower along his defined abdomen. Her red hair fell forward as she leaned against him. Her body pressed harder leaving no gaps between them, flesh on flesh and her hand moved lower as if snaking toward a final goal.

Finally, Lorelei felt the power against her hand, a thickening and masterful weapon that could tame any beast, bringing it to its knees. How she wanted to feel that power, see it come to light as the fire burned within him, her at his side where she belonged. It was their right and she'd see it happen, would make it so.

"I can feel it coursing in your veins, Galan. Every throbbing pulse." Lorelei nibbled Galan's ear, lavishing butterfly light kisses along it until she gently sucked the lobe into her mouth. Meanwhile, her hand had pressed against his hardened shaft, her fingers curling about it above the material that barred the way—wretched cloth—and gently began to stroke. "You want what you deserve," she whispered, her words forceful. "So take it."

 

[The_Gladiator]

Talinath’s normally even keeled temperament seemed a bit flustered as she continued to speak, stating that it had gone deeper for her, that her words were more than a compliment. He had to admit it was the one festival above any other that he remembered most. The only other festival he remembered with anywhere as much detail was his first festival, which coincided with his first sexual experience. He was rare among his people in that he had had no amorous experiments before his 99th birthday. Many did, for elves were physically mature many decades before they achieved social maturity at 99. Talinath had devoted his life to study and had made no time for such distractions. Needless to say when the much more mature elven woman had intuited he was inexperienced, she had taken charge, guiding him, teaching him. She had explored his body, taught him how to explore hers. However, even that memory paled to the night he lay with Tiathi. Talinath found it uncomfortable to contemplate that evening though, even after so many years. It brought up such a roiling riptide of emotions each time he did. Somehow though, knowing who one’s partner was personalized the festivals in a way that seemed counter to everything the festivals stood for in his mind.

He watched her tuck a raven lock behind her delicate ears as she approached him. His blue eyes met hers as her delicate hands came up to take hold of his hand. He was surprised when she lifted it to her lips to press a kiss against the wound. It was the sort of gesture an elven mother would make to her child, who still believed that a mother’s love could heal bodily injuries such as scrapes and bruises. However, he knew it was his sister’s way of silently apologizing. She recognized his uncharacteristic slip had been caused by her words. Her unusual disregard for custom, and excitement in blurting out what she felt she had needed to had taken her brother aback. Green eyes lifted back up to meet Talinath’s as her voice spoke again. This time the tone softer, more like the gentle healer he knew her to be, not the exuberant girl, or overly needy woman, she had just resembled moments ago. Talinath was glad to be back on ground that was thankfully more familiar to him. Healing…

He nodded without hesitation, for that was something he had no doubts about. His sister was a very capable healer. He remembered the first time he had seen her work to heal injuries, the first time they had worked together on healing, in fact. That time long ago when his sister had thrown down her bow and sword and come to her brother who was kneeling over two supine figures. Even from a distance the uniforms of the two elves on the ground were instantly recognizable. Talinath’s father and the man who was all the father Tiathi had ever known wore the distinctive green Uniform of the elven Army, his rank as Commander standing out clearly marked. He lay side by side with his wife, the cleric of Sollaran dressed in the red robes of her order. He could remember the feel of Tiathi’s hands, much more calloused then as they were now, coming down over his own as his sister sought to lend her strength to his. Talinath had crouched, one hand on either parent, desperately praying, channeling all of his energy into healing his parents, delving into their minds, trying to take away their pain, do anything to ease their suffering. Even as Tiathi had touched him with her hands, she had touched him with her mind. It was a rough touch, untrained, but she had given of herself freely, melding with him without hesitation. He was surprised that his sister had this much potential this much ability even untrained. It should not have surprised him, their mother was one of the highest ranking clerics of Sollaran, and Talinath himself showed great promise as well. However even then, there had been a different flavor to her touch, to her magic. It became clear to him as he heard the first notes and words of her prayers. It was not Sollaran the father that she prayed to, rather Lunaira the mother. Somehow, she had known who to pray to, which deity would hear her call.

Even though they had not been successful that day, the evening ending in tears in each other’s arms, something had changed inside his half-sister that day. It was not that her desire to follow in their father’s footsteps and be a warrior was gone, but she had felt the calling. Talinath couldn’t remember a time when he had not felt Sollaran’s calling; he had always known that was his destiny. However, many felt the calling much later in life, and it was clear that Lunaira had spoken to Tiathi that day. He recalled it was the next day that she had approached her brother to ask him to accompany her to the temple of Lunaira, to pray, and to seek guidance from the priestesses there. It was not long after that that the green uniform had been exchanged for the blue robes of a cleric of Lunaira. Blue and silver, the complimentary colors to Talinath’s own red and gold. The night to his own daytime.

Although that had been their first time working together, it by no means was the last, and they were often seen working together to save the lives of their elven kin. Their faiths complimented each other, even as their strengths and personalities always had in life. Aside from that first horrendous night the siblings had only failed one other time, had only been unable to save one other elf, and the biting loss of that failure stung almost as much as losing their own parents.

Talinath wondered if his sister could read his thoughts in his eyes, could read how proud of her skills as a healer as he allowed her to examine the wound. It was deep, not quite to the bone, but close. Talinath like Tiathi had been trained by their father and so any tool he used was the finest possible, therefore this meant the knife he had been using was razor sharp and had parted the skin cleanly. He watched, curious to see if his sister would seek to use magic on the wound, disinfect it and bandage it, stitch it, there were several possibilities. Talinath was perfectly capable of tending to his own injury, however letting his sister tend to it, and fuss over him was easier than arguing about it with her.


Galan was lost in his thoughts, in the plans he was generating, ways to entrap his cousins, ways to get even. They deserved his scorn, his hatred. They had had everything handed to them. He had never asked anything from them but one thing, and that one thing he had asked for was the life of one individual, and they just let him die. How could they, they never failed, it was inconceivable that they happened to fail this one time, the only time, in Galan’s mind, that it really fucking counted.

Galan found himself being distracted by Lorelei’s touches. He thought about brushing her off, shoving her away, was he really in the mood for this? He wanted to wallow in his pain; he wanted to let the fires grow. However her lips on his ear and her questing fingers were igniting a different sort of fire. She drew a low growl and hissing curse, both indicating his pleasure as she massaged and stroked him. Her teasing driving his body up in flames. He had been so lost in his thoughts he hadn’t even been aware that she was playing his body like a musical instrument and now it was thrumming like a harp string to her tune.

An interesting concept.” He thought with a wry twist of his lips, take what he deserved…did she mean from his cousins, or, with her touches, was she referring to her wanting him to take her. He wasn’t sure if he did not stop her because he wanted to see what she would do next, how far she would go, or if he couldn’t resist her at this point. However he knew that if he moved he would take her and that would spoil what she was doing. He found it more and more difficult to lose himself in his plots and his plans, her real world intrusions were growing more and more insistent, and god how he loved it.

 

[darkangel76]

Tiathi's emerald eyes locked with Talinath's, her gaze un-breaking as her tiny hands went to work slowly unwrapping the cut on his hand. Already she could sense the making of the wound, the way his flesh had been parted by the blade that had severed it, slicing it clean along with the nerves and other fibers before almost striking the bone beneath. The injury was hardly fatal or overly serious, in fact, he'd make a full recovery having it tended to by any ordinary healer, one newly trained in the arts or even one just trained in the ways of the wilds thus knowing nature's medicinal provisions. But no. She wanted to be the one to aid him here. It would be her that helped and healed him now.

Slowly, Tiathi removed the cloth, letting it fall away into one of her hands. Carefully, she set it aside and already she could tell that the blood from within Talinath would soon begin to pool once more. The bleeding hadn't stopped quite yet and if the wound wasn't tended to or if he moved too much, it would probably resume in full once again. Giving her brother a smile, she placed a hand on top of his while the other was below, sandwiching his in between. The trick she was about to pull was a simple one. It would render him scarless and didn't require much effort insofar as energy was concerned, though she would sense his pain to a degree and she owed him that. After all, he cut himself due to her bringing up something that caused him discomfort.

And that was the last thing she'd meant to do to the one she cared for above all others. The one she regarded above anyone else. Tiathi's eyes still held Talinath's gaze, her smile holding as she cupped his hand between her own. Slowly, she could feel and sense the wound, the stinging pain from his flesh having been severed. Her mind worked to ensure it be cleansed before the fibers began to knit themselves together bit by bit, piece by piece. She could feel the energy flowing between them as a soft glow formed from her hands.

~~~

Slowly, Lorelei's strokes became longer, quicker, a bit more determined while her lips continued to brush against Galan's ear in gentle movements. Her other hand slid exquisitely over his body, almost as if in admiration, finger tips trailing the lines and angles of his arms, his chest. Finally, her fingers found the hem of his pants, teasing the material just a bit.

"I see your eyes lingering, Galan," Lorelei whispered, her fingers playing with the hem as one dipped just below to brush against his flesh beneath. "They pine for what looms in the distance. I can see the desire and feel the fire burning inside." She pressed against him, her breasts rubbing against his back as her nipples hardened with each caress of skin on skin. Another finger moved below the hemline while her other hand continued her strokes, languid movements, strong and fierce as she let her fingers taunt him. "Are you just going to sit here and pine?" she asked, her voice husky and thick, full of lusty need as she breathed against his ear. She let her tongue dart out as she let it move along the outer shell, her lips kissing and nibbling before she suckled it gently with purpose.

Lorelei knew what she was doing. She was playing Galan, riling him up and stoking the fire. How she loved watching the embers spark and burn before they rose up into full out flame. She could already see the sparks igniting, the rush of smoke as it lifted and billowed. A smile tugged at the corner of her lips as her red hair fell forward over his shoulder, her cheek brushing his as she went to work on his ear with her mouth. Her hands continued to busy themselves with other things—one stroking, one teasing, boldly daring to move ever lower beneath the material that covered his legs and the power she knew that resided between them.

"So, Galan," Lorelei whispered. "Are you going to sit idly or are you going to finally do something?" she taunted, daring him to take action or forever remain motionless while life continued to mock him, pass him by while he sat there and moped. Giggling softly, she let her hand reach further under his pants, her fingers brushing against his hardened shaft. Yes, he was ready. It was just a matter of him seizing and going after what was his.

 

[The_Gladiator]

Talinath let his eyes meet the warm soft gaze of his sister. He could see her emotions in her eyes. He could tell she felt remorse that she had caused his injury. He could also see the care and love she had for him. It was a bond they had shared for so many years. He had never treated her as anything less than his sister. To him she was his sister. It did not matter if in reality they had only shared one parent; she was blessed of Lunaira and a welcome gift in their family.

He could feel her small hands enfolding his. Her hands were small, with slender fingers, so similar to his, yet even smaller and more feminine. By human standards his own hands were not that large, but they dwarfed hers. When they were young, he had used to tease her about them, wondering how she did anything with such small hands. He almost chuckled when he remembered her holding a sword, there was no doubt in his mind that her hands were more suited to the touch of a healer. Even though as clerics they were still trained and capable of using weapons, Talinath was glad his sister’s path in life had changed. Their bond had only deepened as she learned to become a healer.

His smile was indulgent as he watched his sister fuss over the wound. “You know I could do that myself.” He said a slight hint of humor in his voice. Despite the words he was by no means stopping her and honestly welcomed her touch. He always loved to see her work, seeing her work with her magic, to see her connection to the mother, was always a humbling experience.

Such a minor wound would take little effort for either of them to heal. It would hardly require Talented Tiathi to delve deep into Talinath’s mind. Unlike those hideous wounds in their parents this was nothing. Even though Tiathi could easily punch through his mental shields, such was her ability to do such as a higher level healer; Talinath sought inside himself and lowered his mental barriers to his sister. Un shielded he could feel her touch. So different than that first time, it was not rough and inexperienced, rather it was feather light, confident, almost in detectible. She could probably sense a bit of the royal of emotions he was feeling, not concerning the wound but the other issues on his plate, everything from the peace summit to the more immediate concerns over the things she had brought up.

A soft glow came from her hands and he could feel his pain drift away as she took the pain into herself drawing it away from him. Moments later the healing was complete, no outward sign left where the injury had been seconds before. He lifted the rag to offer it to her to wipe any of the excess blood that still painted his skin away. “Thank you Tiathi.” He murmured, his eyes flicking up from their hands to her eyes again. “I should be more careful, I am typically not so clumsy.” He said, obviously trying to make a joke, to lighten the tone.


Galan could feel her hands stroking and caressing him, her touches and words growing more and more forceful. She was pushing him, however he almost felt like he were being mocked. What did this whore know of his plans? Oh, did she assume he had none? Oh, he had his plans, he would have his revenge. She knew nothing about his schemes and his connections. Oh, the plans he had. Yes, yes he would make a move. However, at the moment his thoughts were turning away from long term plans.

He finally spoke as his hands came down, clamping on her wrists, they were the first words he had spoken that day. “Yes, I plan on doing something.” He said. His tone was rough with arousal; however there was still a tone of cold menace deep under the lust. She had gotten a reaction from him; however he wasn’t sure if it was the reaction she had intended on getting. He could feel her one hand brushing his shaft on bare skin, the other hand cupping clothed flesh. He turned around, His hands still on her wrists. He Held her hands together over her head as he pressed her back, stepping until he pressed her to the wall. He held her hands there over her head with one hand as his other hand shoved down his pants with a flick of his wrist. Hazel eyes met her’s and there was a smoldering fire in them. He had made a move, although it was growing clear what he was taking in that moment was her. His hand lifted her chin with his free hand so he could kiss her hard as he pressed his taller frame against her, the smooth stone of the wall pressing against her as his frame caged her there turning the tables on her just a bit as he took what he wanted from her. His engorged sex pressed against her stomach and he pressed his hips against her making her aware of his excitement, what she had created.

 

[darkangel76]

A tiny smile played on Tiathi's lips as she looked into her brother's eyes and she had to stifle a giggle. Nodding ever so slightly, causing the raven-colored ripples of hair to bounce over her slender shoulders as she moved, she let her hands relax about his, but still did not let them go. A mischievous glint gleamed in her emerald eyes, pools of green that showed she knew of his capabilities and strengths. Talinath was of the sun and day and all the warmth it held within. She knew full well just how strong he was with his gifts for his calling had come much earlier in life than her own and his talents far surpassed hers.

"I'm aware of that," Tiathi teased, her lips still quirked up into a smile. "But you also know I had to," she then added. She then gave Talinath's hands a gentle squeeze before reluctantly letting them go.

It was an odd sense of loss as she let her hands slowly drop to her sides. Tiathi found herself instantly missing the connection between herself and her brother, craving the contact and touch. Of course, it was a simple touch, just fingers brushing fingers, perhaps palm against palm... nothing like that night all those decades ago. And oh what a night that was—a true gift from Lunaira. The memory caused a shiver to run along her spine, her body shuddering slightly as the thoughts swirled momentarily within her mind. She could almost recall how his hands had felt, his body pressed against her own as they united and shared a bond and intimacy unlike any other, one she could never forget and never would and...

Biting down on her lower lip, Tiathi giggled almost nervously. She took a small step backward and decided to smooth her robe instead, needing to do something with her hands.

~~~

This. This was the action of a man ready to seize what was rightfully his. This was the action of a man willing to plan and plot and perhaps spill blood. Yes, this was exactly the sort of man Lorelei knew resided deep within and under that exterior that Galan seemed to show. She sensed it much like she was able to sense the ambition in all of her 'girls'. Each one had a fire and if tended to properly, could become a roaring flame that could exude its power, making others yield to its glory. However, she hardly forgot that when tending a fire, one needed to be careful. One could still get burned. If not careful, that fire could burn uncontrollably, seeking to conquer and destroy everything in its wake, not caring who or what got in its way... not even the one who created it.

Patience. Patience and care. It would take both to tend this flame and Lorelei had both in spades.

A smile tugged at Lorelei's lips as she grunted the moment Galan pushed her hard against the wall. The stone was cold and biting against her flesh, a welcome contrast to the hard warmth of his body as he pressed against her. His hands held her wrists tightly above her head, a show of his dominance... his hardened sex thick as it pushed against her in eager arousal, a show of his need and want. Yes, she'd stoked the flame and the fire was burning brightly, she could see it in his eyes as he made her look into them and she could feel it in his kiss the moment his claimed hers.

Lorelei could feel her body succumbing slightly—her sex slicking, her nipples hardening—to Galan's sudden actions, liking the fact that he could exert himself, show her he was not afraid to go after his desires. Letting herself go just a bit, she let her lips go soft, relaxing as his roughly moved against hers in a passionate kiss. For a moment, her arms struggled for freedom, the urge to reach down and touch him suddenly strong. But he barred the way with his hold, her hands going limp when it was clear that they were not yet allowed to move, not yet allowed to do as they willed. This was his time, but that was as she wanted it, as she'd created the situation.

Arching her back slightly, her body pressing back into Galan's, Lorelei let out a tiny whimpering sound. "Just what do you plan to do?" she asked, her voice thick with lust as she looked him squarely in the eye, her breath catching as her final words rolled off her tongue and she dared to nip at his lower lip.

 

[The_Gladiator]

Talinath nodded at his sisters words. “Of course little one, I know of your mothering instinct, it runs strong in you, and sometimes it is easier to give into it than fight you.” He said his smile warm and teasing. The endearment slipped from him without hesitation, a very common elven term, by no means a pejorative, but a compliment, and one he had used on her since they were young. “Flawless work, as usual Tiathi.” He added after inspecting his thumb, wiping away the last of the blood.

Her gesture drew his attention to the filmy white night gown that she wore. He let his eyes explore her form, and his eyes showed his appreciation. He did not hide this appreciation, for she had done something to draw attention to her looks. If an elf did such a thing and the other elf ignored it did acknowledge it in some way it could be interpreted as the same as saying he did not find her attractive. Not all elves held to this custom, yet Talinath was very formal like that, and sister or not he let his appreciation for her body and how the night dress flattered it fill his green eyes as he swept them back up to meet her eyes. He gave a slight smile before he turned back to the breakfast he had just started to prepare.

He picked up the knife once more and finished slicing the vegetables with an again steady hand, tipping them into a pan over the fire, breaking eggs to add to the mixture sizzling over the flames. “Tiathi, would you be so kind as to slice the moon fruit?” Talinath almost did not mention the potent fruit, especially after what had been discussed earlier he did not know if eating it with his sister was a good idea, but Talinath would not waste the precious gift. Therefore he mentioned it, drawing his sister’s attention to the delicacy sitting on the counter between them.


This was good, this was right, she was his and dammit she would be reminded of just who she was dealing with. He was in control he told himself, he would make her do what he wanted make her please him, and enjoy every second of it. “Whatever I want.” He growled in her ear as his teeth scraped against her neck, nipping and teasing her porcelain flesh as his hand freed hers so he could wind his hand into her thick red locks, his hand tugging her head to the side, exposing the graceful arch of her neck to his lips and tongue and lips. His other hand coming up underneath her breast, the pad of his thumb flicking over the peak of one hardened nipple. His hands were a practice in contrasts, his hand in her hair rough, holding her head at an unnatural angle, while his thumb moving over her nipple in slow circles and flicks was gentle, teasing. “Is this what you wanted?” he demanded lips moving up to her ear, gently sucking the lobe between his teeth. “Tell me.” He said his words brook no argument, a demand for an answer.

 

[darkangel76]

Tiathi could feel color rising to her cheeks as Talinath admired her, his eyes seeming to follow the graceful lines of her form as she smoothed her robe. His glances of appreciation hardly went unnoticed as she stood there before him, a flutter of excitement burning deep within her belly as her eyes suddenly sought out his, locking briefly before he asked her to cut up the moon fruit as a part of the breakfast they would share together.

Her green eyes sparkled as they shifted toward the rare delicacy, a true gift this morning of mornings after such a festival. Tiathi nodded, her lips smiling as her tongue poked out to lick at her reddened lips. It was a sign perhaps, as if Lunaira was pointing the way and directing her once more. First she'd been called away from the ways of war and into the arms of the healer, to be closer to the ones she loved and cared for. Little had she known what that meant at that time, though she knew it also served a greater purpose and that was to serve the Mother of Night. But the Mother worked in strange ways, calling her children together, granting them special gifts so precious... it was silly not to hold on, not to cherish... And then the festival all those decades ago. Now the dreams and this breakfast.

It was too much.

Tiathi took the knife and walked over to the moon fruit. Her tiny hands began to easily cut the tender fruit into manageable slices that both she and her brother could enjoy. After she finished, she picked up a slice rather than the whole plate and looked over at her brother.

"Try the first slice, Talinath?" Tiathi suggested more than asked. She held the piece of fruit up to his lips almost daring him to take the first bite.

~~~

A coy smile played on Lorelei's lips as Galan pressed against her, his hands wasting no time in manipulating her body in just the manner he wished to see her in. Grunts and sighs passed over those smiling lips, her body heating up with each delicious move he made. Yes, this was exactly what she wanted to see, to hear, to feel...

"Mmm..." Lorelei whimpered, her sex already wet and ready as the throb between her legs went from dull to pounding, an ache that would soon need to be tended to as Galan taunted her body with those hands and that mouth. Her nipple had hardened even more as he teased, caressing and daring her body to react further.

Lorelei had to stifle the groan that wanted to escape her, but she couldn't let on her arousal just yet. As it was, her body already gave so much away. Galan had but to reach down and touch her slit and her game would totally be lost. There, he would easily feel the dampness of her sex, her juices dripping down her inner thighs as he touched and kissed her needy flesh as she urged him on. Chest heaving, breaths coming shorter, she looked directly into his eyes.

"What I want," Lorelei began, her voice thick with lust as her body arched against Galan, her one breast pushing against his palm as he cupped it, begging for more attention. Her hips jutted forward ever so slightly and a tiny panting breath was forced from her mouth. "Is to see you rise to greatness, Galan." A soft groan left her just then, her body going pliant as her legs began to spread. The ache between them was growing to unbearable levels as her clit began to throb, her hips moving forward, seeking out to connect with his body as he held her there. "Show me that power, Galan," she then taunted. "Make me feel it. I want all of Sylvanistria to hear the power of the one they turned away."

 

[The_Gladiator]

Talinath had been focused on his cooking, savoring the aromas of cooking onions, mushrooms, and eggs. He even went so far as to melt some of the cheese he had set out over the eggs, a human tradition or so Talinath had been informed, however he found it was quite good. He had just tipped the food from the skillet onto two plates when his sister caught his attention once more. A quick flick of blue eyes swept her way revealing that she had sliced the fruit as he asked. Its skin and pulp both such a dark blue that at times it was almost purple, a variation on the night sky, or Lunaira’s colors, a blue so dark that it almost met black and purple and all other dark colors. However it was not the sliced fruit that caught and held the elf’s attention, rather it was Tiathi herself. His blue eyes locked with her green ones before his eyes flicked to the fruit in her hand, the slice so dark against her pale skin, juice dripping down her fingers to slide along the hand and wrist.

Her words drifted to his ears and he fought the twin urges with in his body at what she offered. The first urge was to shift away, to stiffen in shock. She knew what she was doing, what her offering meant. But another urge part of him wished to move closer, eagerly accept that overt invitation. The moon fruit was a large part of the festivals, and although consumed at other times, and could be eaten by a pair that were not lovers; what she was doing crossed the line. The moon fruit was only fed by hand to an elven lover. His body tightened with his body’s reaction. That second part of himself wanted to take it from her, to take her hand in his, lick the juice from her palm, from the delicate inner wrist where it was slowly dripping – she had to know what she was offering, what it signified.

Talinath swallowed audibly as his eyes met hers again. So much passed between them in that second as he realized his sister did in fact know what she was offering, she was challenging him with a full awareness of what it meant; it was an invitation, but…not just to eat the fruit. Slowly he took a step forward closing that last couple inches to put them within touching range of one another. She had come close but had kept distance, made him make the move to close them together. He opened his mouth and allowed the slice of fruit to be slowly pressed into his mouth. His strong white teeth coming down almost catching her fingers as his lips brushed them. He chewed slowly his eyes still locked with hers. He might not be able to talk about it, but this acceptance meant, on some level he recognized the potential for them; he recognized that there could be more between them than brother and sister. He said nothing as he chewed and swallowed, sharing this intimacy in silence. She was certainly bold today, pushing boundaries with each passing moment. Although her elven brother did not seem inclined to accept her overtures outright, nor did he seem inclined to reject her fully either.

~~~

Yes, she wanted this, wanted more. She might not say so like he had ordered, but her body said so. He could hear it in her moan, feel it as she arched towards him, her breast forcing its way into his palm, hardened nipple jutting forward, demanding more. The way her hips pressed into him, almost grinding against his cock with her need, was also telling. Then came her words. “You want to feel the power do you?” he growled in a low voice his lips and teeth tugging at her earlobe. He took a step back, “Then feel the power.”

As he spoke Galan placed one hand on her shoulder, pressing down, a clear and silent command. Slowly he forced her to her knees. “Go on, feel the power, touch it, taste it… You want a taste of the power, I can tell, look at you, so needy for it. This is your chance, take it into you, feel and taste the power.” His hand cupped the back of her head, her long hair still looped around his hand, tugging slightly as he urged her mouth forward towards where his cock jutted up and outward, the shaft fully hard with his need at a 45 degree angle now that it was not pressed up between them.

 

[darkangel76]

With bated breath, Tiathi waited for Talinath to either take or reject her offering of the sweet fruit she'd just cut for them both to share. She'd held the sweet slice up for him to take and savor from her fingers—a bold gesture and she knew it—hoping he'd accept it full on. Carefully, her jewel-like eyes watched him as he hesitated, so unsure yet he wore it all for her to see. To the casual elf, they wouldn't notice anything, not the subtle way in which he moved or glanced. But she knew her brother. She knew him so well. Each step, each breath gave him away and she could see the desires hidden deep beneath the exterior, that façade he bore for them both.

If only he'd let it go, let it crumble so that the passions from those decades ago could bubble forth and engulf them both. Tiathi knew then they'd truly both be happiest.

When Talinath finally moved forward, his lips barely brushing her fingers as he took the fruit into her mouth, Tiathi closed her eyes. A smile played on her lips and she said a silent prayer to Lunaira. It was yet another sign of their bonding, their closeness. When she opened her eyes, she looked directly into the vast pools of blue that stared back at her, the sizzle fierce and strong, the magic alive. Her smile broadened and she nodded, dark waves cascading forward over her slender curves.

"Is it not delicious?" Tiathi then asked. "The most delicious you've ever eaten?" Her voice was soft and melodic, full of wonder and hope. Slowly, she dropped her hand to her side, her gaze averting from his. The tension swirling between she and Talinath was thick and heavy and only growing with each passing second. She wondered if he felt it, if he sensed it. How he was able to remain so composed, she'd never understand. But then, perhaps the signs were stronger for her than for him. As that thought crossed her mind, she felt a slight heat rise in her cheeks. "Please, Talinath, tell me that it is," she almost begged.

~~~

Lorelei let out a whimper, but it was hardly of protest, when Galan grabbed her thick hair and forced her eyes to gaze upon his hardened length. Her eyes gazed upon the sight of him as his cock stood at full attention, ready for her to obey his demands as he saw fit. She had to admit, his growls were exciting, a true testament to his prowess and promise... perhaps Sylvanistria would indeed be in for a surprise, a much bigger one than they anticipated when all was said and done. If she had her way, Galan would lead them all, her by his side, whispering and nibbling upon his ear as she advised him.

Oh the thought of that!

Blue eyes gazed upon the power and magnificence before her. Truly, it was a sight to behold. Lorelei licked her lips greedily as her mouth began to water. Leaning forward, her delicate hands reached up to touch and fondle as her lips moved to kiss and tease. Slender fingers curled about Galan's thick shaft while her lips kissed along his shaft, kissing and whimpering like it was both the first and last time she'd get the chance to worship his cock. When her mouth reach the tip, she let her tongue snake out and flick against the tip, slow and languid movements until she finally took the head into her mouth so she could gently suckle it. Her free hand fondled his balls, while the other remained at the base of his shaft, gripping it loosely.

Lorelei looked up into Galan's eyes as her tongue teased the tip of his cock, her lips quirking upward into a coy smile. Letting out a sigh, she let her tongue move slowly along the sensitive underside of his shaft until her mouth reached his balls, then one by one she gently suckled each.

"Mmm..." Lorelei whimpered as she ministered to Galan, her one hand stroking him as her other hand moved to touch his hip, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Your magnificence and power astounds," she panted. "I need more."

 

[The_Gladiator]

Her fingers barely skirted along his lips as she pressed the flesh of the fruit to his lips. His mother opened to accept it and she pressed it into his mouth. The juices had stained her fingers sliding down her wrist and onto her forearm. His eyes tracked the path of that juice, a thousand thoughts spreading through his mind as she spoke. He had an urge to lick the juices from her skin, giving into the urges of his body brought on by the potent fruit, but also giving into the tradition of not wasting the precious gift. Should he really give in so easily? What should he do?

His even and perfect calm seemed a bit uneasy as he finally spoke breaking the tense silence following her plea to hear the answer she wanted. “Your gift is truly delectable.” He said, meaning the fruit, although his eyes regard of her suggested that the words might also have a deeper hidden meaning, one which was less innocent. He wondered how much she could read into his thoughts into his innuendos. She was his sister she knew him better than anyone else for sure.

Finally as if compelled he reached out and took her hand in his, his tongue coming out to lick across her fingertip, taking the juice from her skin. He didn’t ask permission to do this, after all her initial action was more than invitation enough. He slowly drew her finger into the depths of his mouth his tongue curling around it cleaning it. He repeated these actions on the second finger and thumb that had held the fruit. He then followed the trail of juice down her palm to the sensitive skin at her inner wrist. His tongue gently rasped over the porcelain flesh, and his eyes locked on hers as he cleaned each drop of juice from her skin.

~~~

Now this was more like it. Gone were some of his worries and intense plans as she turned his world upside down with her pleasurable administrations. She lavished attention on his cock, making him feel like she would not want rather be doing anything other than pleasing him. A part of him figured this was her training coming into play. For, the mark of a good whore was one who made a client come back for more. It had worked on Galan even that first time. He had come back to her, again and again. Because of moments like this – when she made him feel wanted – that was what was important to him. At first his coin had been just as good as anyone else’s, she did not care that he was half elf. Even though she had long since stopped charging him for her services, for her companionship, and they were almost regarded by others as a couple, she still made him feel welcome and wanted. He was probably being manipulated, but in moments like this, when he was buried in her mouth or her tongue slid over his shaft and balls, he was pretty sure he did not care, and it was all worth it in the end.

As she said she wanted more his hand tightened in her hair and he forced her head down his shaft. “Then take more he growled, as he eased her head farther and farther down his cock slowly, until he felt him hit the back of her throat with a delicious jolt, and he could feel her throat involuntarily swallow, milking the head of his cock. His hands held her head still as he pulled back and then pressed his hips forward again pressing into her throat. His hands immobilizing her, demanding that she give up control for that moment, that she trust him in that moment not to hurt her because she was no longer in control of how deep he went, he was, and he was determined to get all of himself into her relishing the gasps, moans and slight gagging noises she made.

After a few moments of this he let up on her head, a silent invitation for her to once again assume control of the blow job, and resume pleasing him as only she could.

 

[darkangel76]

Tiathi's eyes suddenly found themselves fixed upon Talinath's mouth as he finally allowed the fruit she'd brought up to his lips for him to taste, to eat... to accept... into his mouth. Carefully, she watched him eat the precious delicacy. He chewed thoroughly, enjoying its flavor, its texture. Her jewel like eyes then sought his, though his seemed to be studying something. But what? He'd gotten that look, an almost dark look. One laced with a desire she'd seen burn brightly in him decades ago, had the luxury of feeling the dance of its flames. She could feel them burning hotter, brighter as he looked at her, her thoughts only trying to determine just what it was he could be thinking right then as he finally swallowed down the tender morsel she'd given him.

Just then, as if on cue, Tiathi got her answer. Her brother, her Talinath, he reached for her hand and boldly began sucking on her fingers, cleaning them off as if he were more than merely her brother. Almost instantly, she could feel her heart beating faster, though her face remained calm and she kept her breathing steady. But as he began to swirl that masterful tongue on her wrist, tracing the path of the juice rivulets, she knew she wouldn't be able to maintain the façade for much longer.

Suddenly, Tiathi heard her own breath hitch, catching rather audibly in her throat. Without even thinking, she stepped closer, her other hand moving to gently touch Talinath's cheek, her fingers grazing his earlobe as her body grew warm.

"I..." Tiathi stated, her voice thick and husky as she tried to speak, nearly breathless. "I'm glad you approve."

Tiathi's eyes followed Talinath's mouth, her body moving closer to his—a moth beckoned to the flame, the fire. She could feel the burn. It was something she'd craved for so long and knew was right between them both—brother and sister be damned. It was a gift from Lunaira herself, just as she'd been gifted to the family. She knew it within her heart as her body burned and every fiber called out to him. Her senses were driving her mad and she didn't know how much longer she could stay composed. As it was, she was cracking. No doubt her beloved brother could see each one. And how she wanted his mouth, his hands to explore them all.

~~~

The taste of Galan's cock upon her tongue was something Lorelei truly relished. Despite all her words, it was moments like this, when the two of them could be raw with the world, when she truly loved who she was, who he was. They could be their truest selves if even only briefly, though knowing there was higher purpose for them both in the end made it that much more exciting. And watching this man she sucked and fucked grow more powerful by the second made it doubly so.

Lorelei gagged slightly as Galan forced his cock down her throat, filling it up, forcing her to swallow it down. Her muscles contracted, her eyes watering slightly from the actions, yet she did not recoil, but instead gave herself over to the half-elf man she'd chosen to bed above all others, the only man she'd submit herself to, the only man worthy. She saw the power, felt it, tasted it and oh how she'd take him up on the invitation for more.

"Mmm...mmm..." came the muffled sounds from Lorelei as she sucked on Galan, her mouth moving up and down his shaft, her tongue seeking to lick and lavish attention on his balls. The harder he got, the more she wanted. "So powerful, sir," she mumbled as she planted kisses along his shaft, her tongue licking the trail in its wake. As his cock filled her mouth, she could feel her own body stirring as her juices began to drip along her inner thighs, her sex damp with arousal.

As Lorelei shifted her body, she dared to touch herself—a bold move, she knew, given the situation. But she couldn't help it. Her clit was throbbing, screaming as it began to ache between her legs. The moment her fingers brushed the sensitive nub she let out a tiny whimpering gasp, her body shivering a bit. Oh, she was excited. But then, she was lavishing her attentions upon raw power and potential, a man capable of much if only he'd seize what was rightfully theirs... his.

Lorelei's whimpers grew louder, her hands reaching upward to touch Galan's thighs, then further upward to touch his abdomen, his chest. She let her hands brush over his nipples, palms moving in a circular motion over them for a moment before moving back down toward his thighs again. Sucking, slurping, she peered up into his eyes, her body in such want for his, to feel the full force of the power he had to offer.

"Please, sir," Lorelei rasped out. "I'm aching." She was all but begging as she showed Galan her wet fingers, the ones that had been bold enough to touch herself a few moments ago. She brought the moistened fingers to her lips and licked off her juices, swallowing hard, her tongue then snaking out to swirl about the tip of his cock as she looked directly into his eyes.