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Of Poets and Pirates: demorica and the Gladiator

Hearing all of his reactions she looked up at him a little surprised, and when he played with her nipples even more he managed to catch her off guard and stole a soft moan from her lips as she looked up at him, looking into his eyes and seeing how long it might have been since he was with anyone. But she didn’t see it as weakness, just a need, and something that she found rather comforting. Seeing him lean into her hand she gave a small smile running her hand over his ear again and then through his hair moving a little closer to him and bringing her lips to his her gentle lips touching his lightly in a soft kiss, not forceful or lusting, but more caring than anything seeing his needs, his arousing her getting her excited so much more, but she wanted to show him that right now she wasn’t frightened.
 
As she repeated her stroking caress, Laflen moaned again. He found himself struck by her gentleness. He was going to force her, take away all her choices, or he had, and she totally took him off guard, accepting her fait, and still had enough compassion to show him kindness. As she stepped closer he slid his arms around her waist and into her hair kissing her back softly at first. He broke the kiss to kiss along her neck murmering, “Its been so long since I’ve touched another elf, felt their gentle touch, felt what our people can offer.” He murmered, his voice full of wonder and need.
 
Hearing his moans made her glad, surprisingly happy that he was enjoying her touch, knowing she might have thrown him through a loop with her actions, but she had decided to go off of what the captain had said and feeling him kiss her back she gave a soft smile as she looked up at him and when the kiss was broken she leaned her head to the side a little allowing him access to her neck better. “I know, your captain told me so, and I will continue to be kind and gentle so long as you don’t harm me.” She said in a whisper against his ear, being just within her lips reach to whisper as he kissed her neck allowing her a little time to run her lips along his ear slowly with a soft moan, purposely doing so with a calm and warm breath, her lips touching his ear ever so lightly, but brushing against them none the less. “I’m actually surprised at your gentleness as well, your touch is very soft and I thank you for that,” She whispered in his ear before parting her lips and kissing his earlobe before nipping gently, teasingly, as she ran her tongue tenderly over it, knowing it would defiantly feel remarkable, copying exactly what he had done to her when he caught her in the woods at home with his own tongue.
 
Laflen shivered as she tormented his ear. Teasing him with the torcher of it. He had done it to her to violate her earlier, but she took the same action and made it about sentuality, and giving pleasure. He couldn’t understand this young woman. It was her first time, he was essentially trying to rape her, and she was offering herself to him. He pulled back at mention of the captain, “What else did he say? Did he tell you how to kill me tooo?” he said, the enmity between the two men very obvious with that one statement. But mention of his captain started to morph his lust into anger. He tightened his hands into fists at his side, “He’d like this, to see me at your mercy, undone by a gentle touch.” He said, yet he didn’t pull away, he couldn’t. He wanted her, needed her, and the conflict was evident in the flashing of his green eyes.
 
Seeing his reaction she looked up a small smile seeing that her teasing back was getting a good reaction, but when he pulled back she looked up at him confused as she heard his question and shook her head, “No he had just said that you had not been with a woman, let alone one of your own kind… or close to it… that’s all.” She said as she moved a little back from him, “I have never killed anyone in my life, and I wouldn’t know how to kill you other than how you would kill a human,” She snapped, not meaning to get hissy, but to be asked such a question made her worried and offended. “You might have been rude and cruel to me, and after anything you decide to do to me you might decide to still be cold toward me, but it is obvious that you want this… me… and either I be willing or you can take as you please by force, and I don’t wish to be in too much pain if it isn’t needed,” She explained calmly. She hesitantly brought a hand up to his cheek, stroking his face gentle while looking up at him hoping he would believe her, trying to calm him some how.
 
Laflen wanted to pull away wanted to prove that he was man enough to resist her, resist his needs, but he unconsciously leaned into his hand, her touch was so gentle. He remembered how she’d healed his bruise with her touch. Wordlessly he moved his hands to cup her left breast where The captains hand had left lurid bruises on her tender flesh. He closed his eyes and consentrated, a glow surrounded his hands and the warmpth slid into her skin, soothing away the pain, the damage. It was his way of an apology. He then lifted his tunic off over his head, revealing his torso. Which like all elves was hairless, but rippled with lean muscles, like a runner or swimmer might have. He lifted her free hand to his chest, an unspoken request/order for her to touch him. Her words had calmed him some, but moreover her touch had, he could shovel his own emotional shit later. He wanted her now though, before she changed her mind. He wanted her to cooperate this first time at least, it would be better for both of them that way.
 
Feeling that he was stressed about something and took a moment to react to her hand she tilted her head to the side a little, wondering what he was thinking about, but was very quickly distracted as she looked down to his hand then back to him, and before she said anything she soon felt what it was he was doing and even though he didn’t cause the damage she was thankful for him healing it. Taking a step back to give him room to remove his shirt she couldn’t help but blush brightly when she saw his chest and her cheeks went even brighter shade of red when he brought her hand to his chest, his skin feeling so nice and warm, and out of instinct she took a step forward leaning into him, her head resting against his neck lightly kissing his neck as her fingers trailed over his chest, exploring, but still a little hesitant about going any lower then the line of his pants, going over his ribs, and chest softly with her fingers, caressing every spot on his body with her hand.
 
Laflen was groing even more aroused by the second. He need release. He knew he wanted to take his time with her, so he could be gentle, but his body was demanding things now. “Mmm, you’re making me feel good.” He murmered, and he knew what he needed from her, and hoped she wouldn’t start resisting, he wanted her to offer him pleasure willingly, but he figurd her inexperience would make her scared. He moved his hands to his belt and then stopped, “Open it.” He said sliding hid hands back up her arms and into her hair turning er face up so she could see the need in his eyes the growing hunger for her, as he waited to see if she would obey this request, a simple one at first.
 
Her breath caught in her chest as she heard his order and thought about it for a moment as he grasped her hair, the look in his eyes showing her how badly he wanted her and his order did frighten her but with his hand in her hair she could only bite her lip and move her hands down to his belt looking away from him and to somewhere else in the room, embarrassed at what he wanted her to do but she did, taking and unclasping his belt and wondered hat it was he was going to have her do as she waited, her hands on the brim of his pants. She was trying not to disobey him, but if she got too frightened she might try to talk him into taking it easier, and if not then she would put up a bit of a struggle.
 
His hands in her hair stroked and petted, not hurting her, he stroked her cheek, “Try for me.” He whispered, “Explore, you’re observant, touch, feel learn what I like.” He said his voice somewhere between an order and a plee. “I will help you.” He murmered, “I want this, and it will help restore my control so I don’t hurt you.” He said trying to convince her to play along with his words. Not exactly suggesting he wold hurt her if she didn’t, but the unspoken was that he wanted to get off so he could consentrate on making her ready for him to take her, for right now he was only thinking about his pleasure, so long had it been. He took his hand from her cheek and shoved at his pants, again telling her without words what he wanted next.
 
She had never seen a man’s member before and she already knew what it was that he wanted her to do, and with some uncertainty she gave a small nod, the worry in her eyes as she moved her hand down his chest again and to his lower region, her hand going down his leg and then slowly snaking back up his inner thigh, her movements slightly slower as she looked up at him a little intimidated as her hand came to his member, knowing what it was and her hand ran along his rather long shaft knowing it wasn’t fully hard yet, but even when it wasn’t she could tell he was going to be very big and wondered if it would actually fit into her. After a second of getting adjusted she slowly wrapped her hand around his member moving her hand up and down on his member, knowing for a fact men liked that, but she would need a few minutes before she tried anything other than touching him with his hand, her hand stroking gently, but at a medium pace as it began to harder in her hand. “I would prefer for you to help me or I won’t get much further than this.” She muttered blushing brightly.
 
Laflen groaned louder, as soon as she touched his cock, it grew almost instantly hard stiffening to its full size. He was not overly large but more than average sized, with a decent length but a farely substantial gurth, her fingers just barely meating around the shaft. “Explore, touch the balls, roll them in your hand, run your thumb over the head… explore.” He said his voice already growing a bit horse. His hands were on her shoulders now not yet urging her to her knees, but they both knew that would be coming soon.
 
Hearing his suggestion she decided to take it and moved her hand to the end of his shaft running her hand over the head before bringing it to be just a single finger circling around the head as her other hand went to massage and caress his sack blushing brighter than ever as she looked up at him hearing his moans, glad that she was doing something right to please him. But she was a little worried about when he would ask her to put it into her mouth so nervous since it seemed so naughty and wrong to do. But she didn’t think about it as she looked up at him her bright blue eyes looking into his green ones.
 
He groaned more as her touch grew more adventurous, his body almost trembling with the pleasure as he stumbled a little with the rocking of the boat, reaching back to grab a chair sitting down, now his hands returning to her shoulders, urging her to her knees, “You know what I want.” He said softly, assuming she did at the moment. His hand stroking through her red hair. He massaged her shoulders trying to relax her a bit his eyes locked with hers waiting anticipating. He waited for her to see if she would do it or if he had to force the issue.
 
Hearing the comment made her flinch as she was still anticipating doing it or not willingly, but when watching him move the chair over to sit she had to drop to her knees and now eye level with his member, the full erection right before her, she bit her lip a little and looked up at him hoping he really didn’t want her to do this, but the look on his face told her other wise. She tried to get closer, her lips a few inches away, but as she thought about it she felt not only her pride hitting her, but as well as the embarrassment that she would endure in herself for doing such a thing and looking away from him and his erection she knew that she had made up her mind and that he would probably force her to, which she was already ready for knowing his hands would probably soon grasp her hair or her chin in some way to force her.
 
Laflen’s tone was a bit desperate, a last ditch effort to hang onto his control. He was so close to getting this willingly. “Don’t make me force you… please, it will go better for both of us if you just do it.” He said his hand on her face turning her eyes to meet his his gaze gentle yet firm, with that promise that this might be her last chance to cooperate. His other hand sliding a fingertip over her ear, a blatent attempt to drown her doubt and refusal in lust.
 
Hearing his threat she looked up at him fearfully and feeling his hand running over her ear she whimpered, the touch not helping the way she knew he wanted it to, it got her more turned on but made it more obvious in her mind that he was wanting her to do this and as soon as he had taken hold of her chin and looked to meet his firm gaze she let out a soft whimper of protest, and she closed her eyes tightly and slowly at her own pace brought her lips to the head of his shaft and after a second she spread her lips to allow his member into her mouth slowly moving her mouth over his member the best she could, moving slowly as she kept her eyes shut tightly, wanting to imagine that this was not happening to her right now and it would be over soon. She now moved her head up and down on the shaft, her face completely red in embarrassment as she tried to hold back tears of humiliation, hoping that this would please him, her own heat of the moment going away as she satisfied him.
 
He knew she didn’t want to do this, and that ruined some of the pleasure of it. However it’d been so long that he needed this and it felt so good. He sought to reassure her gently stroking her cheek, “You’re doing just fine.” He said trying to sound soothing sounding more strained from the pleasure, “Its ok.” He tried to soothe her. He tried to keep from pressing her down further, from bucking his hips, letting her explore. “So good.” He murmered by that point not even aware he’d spoken again.
 
She remained at the same mood she was at, more concerned for when he was finished, not wanting to have her mouth over his member while he came, but most likely that is what he would have wanted. She heard his attempt at soothing her and tried to accept it to feel better, but she knew he just wanted to comfort her and it wasn’t working, se didn’t know him until that day and already she was doing this to him so it didn’t assure her much as she kept moving her mouth up and down a little quicker over his member, with a numb look in her eyes, hence why she kept them looking away from him or down so he couldn’t see how badly her pride was hurt.
 
Laflen groaned louder. He knew he wasn’t going to last long, and he started to lose control. He stopped trying to soothe her, his hand instead pressing her to take more, a darker part of him enjoying the slight gagging noises he forced from her. He had wanted her to do this willingly, and she was trying but was not putting her heart into it. He needed it and so he started to make his own pleasure, using her just a bit. He knew he was growing close, and then two things happened at once. Laflen reached his peak, and the door opened and an officer looked in. Laflen glared at the man but was soon occupied by his release, his hand on the back of her head, holding her on him, as his cock throbbed and spirted. “Swallow.” He commanded in a horse voice, knowing that her awareness of the officer would embarrass her even more for the man had started to speak and fallen silent when Laflen glared. Laflen had wanted to enjoy it willingly, but since he couldn’t have that, he took the next best thing, he turned the situation into something that pleased his darker side, and having the officer step in at his moment of release only made it even better. He finally let her up, his eyes showing her that she should watch her tongue, that if she defied him now he couldn’t overlook it or be gentle.
 
Feeling him beginning to get rough she whimpered in fear and pain feeling him using her and gagged every other time he forced her mouth down over his cock, making her whimper as she brought her hands to his thighs, wanting to pull back but unable to so she gripped his legs tightly to ease the pain and to relax the best she could, hardly able to catch her breath as she finally managed to look up at him, fear and anger in her eyes as she looked at him then closed her eyes feeling him getting close to releasing, her hands tightening in fear and soon she heard the door and someone enter, and just at the moment he came in her mouth, and upon hearing his order to swallow she looked up at him hoping he would reconsider, but did as he said, swallowing everything that was pumped out of him and into her mouth. Once finished she pulled away from his member to allow him past her as she remained on the floor for a moment, wrapping her arms around her chest so the officer didn’t see her breasts as well. She looked back at them and over her shoulder, tears escaping from her eyes but saying nothing as she got up and stepped over toward his bed to sit down curling up in fear at what had just happened. Her eyes stared off as the thought to herself, her bright crystal eyes seeming dull and empty at the moment.
 
Laflen stood returning his pants around his hips as he glared at the officer, approaching him, not bothering with his shirt, not modest in the least, as he stalked like a preditor. “Why do you disturbe me?” he snarled. The officer bowed his head, “F forgive me sir. I just, the captain wanted you to know that we are safe from the Navy…” and here the man paused, “And he said when you’ve finished fucking your whore that he would like to see you.” He said blushing flicking a glance at Dahlia, in time to catch Laflen’s backhand. “Even if the captain told you to say that, the words I can forgive, but keep your filthy eyes off my woman.” He snarled. To the other officer it would look like possessiveness, but Laflen wanted her to realize he had done it to spare her modesty.” The officer bowed agan, “My apologies sir.” The heal of Laflen’s hand slammed the man in the chin cosing his teeth with a sharp snap, “Beg forgiveness of my lady, not from me.” He ordered. Laflen said.
“I I’m sorry m m’lady.” The officer stammered more out of fear from Laflen rather than shame at the way he’d gaped at her.
“Do you forgive him my sweet?” He asked, it clear in his posture, that if she didn’t forgive the poor sailor that he would have no compunctions with killing him… To Laflen this was a way of appologising for her situation, his little attempt to protect her. For this office would talk, and the next man would think twice before gaping at her breasts.
 
Hearing what the officer said to her made her glare at him and soon she realized that he had been looking at her breasts trying to be sure that they were not visible to the man. Seeing Laflen’s reaction she looked over to him hearing him to ask her for forgiveness and as soon as he did her attention went from Laflen to the man a cold tone escaping her lovely lips, “I forgive you, but keep your eyes to yourself, I don’t think he would like you looking at his property like that again from the looks of it.” She said, her voice calm, but honest as she gave him a small weak smile then looked to Laflen asking softly, “Sir, would you have a shirt I can put on for the moment, to prevent prying eyes.” She asked softly to him, showing as much respect and obedience that she could. She couldn’t help but wonder what the captain wanted to talk to him about and if she would be kept in his room or brought with him.
 
The officer bowed and nodded to her, “Forgive me m’lady.” He said again and scampered out of the room at a nod from Laflen. At her request for a shirt, Laflen reached to the back of the chair tossing her the tunic he’d been wearing. It was large on her, and smelled of Laflen, a pleasant scent surprisingly of herbs, possibly used in his magic, and of male, the slight smell of sweat and leather.
Laflen retrieved another Tunic from the back of the door, probably the one he’d worn the day before, for it didn’t look clean, yet none of his clothes were very dirty. He moved to sit beside her, his left hand stroking her back, petting her hair, “Thank you little one.” He said, unconsciously using a term of endearment often used by elven men. There could be so many things he could have been thanking her for, for making him feel amazing, for playing obedient so he wouldn’t have to hurt her… so many things, yet he did not clarify what the thanks were for just thanked her, gently pulling her to him he continued to stroke her back, “It is a custom to share comfort after coupling for our people.” He said a bit roughly, although that seemed more an excuse, calling it tradition when it was very clear that he was offering comfort through touch since words never seem to work.
 
Watching the man leave se gave a small smile glad that he wasn’t going to be killed. And as she was handed the tunic she looked over at him and put it on, not minding the shirts scent and once dressed she looked up at him as she came over, her body tensing, still a little angry, but when he sat next to her and held her she felt a little better and attempted to relax in his arms, leaning into him, “Little one? Hm… I haven’t been called that in a long time,” She said softly remembering the mean names she had been calmed instead. She looked over at him shaking her head, “I don’t think you should keep the captain waiting,” She said looking at the bed’s covers as she wondered what he was going to talk to Laflen about.
 
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