elven seduction: open to one female

Elia sat up, placing her hand on his shoulder.

"I wanted to do ... I wanted to give you that gift Valen as you gifted me in the water earlier. I felt your need, your desire. It was the gift, it told me of your deepest fantasy. I knew it was what you wished, what you hoped to do with me...'with' me Valen not to me, to bond yourself to me and me to you.

What Tanic ... what happened..
." Elia could not continue, taking a deep, jerking breath into her lungs

"It was not the same... Valen, please do not say so or I won't be able to bare it. Not ever."

Elia buried her head in her hands, remembering only too well the pain of Tanic's fingers in her jaw, forcing her mouth open. The way his manhood cut her lips while shoving past her teeth and above all else, his laughter in her ears. Now, she heard Malacai's laughter and shuddered.
 
Valen came out of his self loathing to pull Elia into his arms, once again shutting away his pain and grief for her. "I am sorry, it was different, I just feel so badly, I made you think I did not want you, because I harbored my selfish desire to receive that kind of pleasure from you. You gave me one of the greatest gifts you could, and I am trying to accept that you offered it freely. That I did not ask for it, that you gave of your own free will...forgive me." he said trying to find the words to explain himself.
 
"I think there is much healing to be done on both sides Valen, and much love that will aid the healing. We discouraged so much, were blind to each other's needs for so long that, we find we are comfortable in that spot. Yet, we must move past it or we will not grow."

Elia leaned into his arms, letting his strength cradle her body in his love. Unknowingly, she fell into a restless sleep in in his arms. Her body relaxing completely, as though a child; trusting him, feeling safe and secure with the one person in the world she knew would never harm her.

"Oh he will Little One. He will! The same as he hurt your mother then butchered her in cold blood!"

Malacai's laughter rang in her ears until she thought she might loose her mind. She came awake suddenly, gasping for breath; both hands over her ears to block out his voice. Her injured hand spasmed from the quick movement, shooting pain through her wrist and forearm, still she would no release the hold on her ears, rocking back and forth, willing the voice to cease.
 
"He speaks to you, doesn't he little one?" Valen said gently taking her into her arms prying her injured forearm from her ear, and pressing that ear to his chest, to let her feel his slow even breathing, giving her something to focus on. He did not say anything else for the moment other than, "Block out his voice little one, tell yourself he can say anything, and it will not affect you." he said gently rocking her in his arms.
 
"I have tried Valen. I keep trying but he .. it never stops. I fear I am loosing my mind. That is why I have said nothing. I won't be put in one of the elfen hostels Valen. I am not crazy, at least, I don't think I am. Am I Valen? Has what happened left me .... crippled?"

Elia shook in his arms, trying valiantly to concentrate on the beat of his heart, his heat and his love. Still, in the distance recesses of her mind, she heard Malacai's laughter.
 
He turned her face up kissing her face softly, kissing away the tears and then covering her lips with a soft and gentle kiss. "No Little One, you are not crazy. For years he spoke to me. This is one of the reasons I took up meditation. I had to learn to block him out. I learned to control my own psychic gifts, to keep him out. It wasn't easy, the magic of the mind, is in many ways even more difficult than normal magic of the elements, but such was something Malacai excelled at. He was right people did fear him, but mostly because of the tings he did with his mind. Evil things, cruel things. Things I don't even like to think about. He twisted Iyana's mind, to think she wanted him." he said almost shivering, "Almost, got her to...hurt your father, to let Him hurt your father." he fell silent wanting to say no more. "I am here little one. He has no truth to give you only lies." he held her still rocking her as his lips met hers again.
 
She allowed herself to be rocked into a peaceful state, meditating as Valen had taught her; focusing on his breathing and his heart, matching her own with his.

"Valen, he said you loved my mother. That you wanted to take her from my father. That you... and she, I mean you... the two of you behind my father's back. Malacai said that she spurned you when you wouldn't share her with her husband, my father and.... and you murdered her. He says.. you will do the same to me. I know it's not true, but his words... frighten me and... seem to eat into my very center."

Her eyes were brilliant, wet with tears and fear as she looked up into his eyes; crystal clear and blue as the Elfen sky.
 
"Little one, let me explain. I mentioned some of this before." he said, "There is some truth to his words, I will not tell you that everything he said was a lie, however most of it is distorted truth. First of all, Malacai was banished for the murdering of Iyana." he said, "I was the only one who knew for sure, however the others believed me enough to have him banished not exicuted as I wished." he said, "That particular year, at festival Malacai and I had approached Iyana seeking perhaps a menage-a-trois." He blushed at this admition, "We had both of course approached her seperately in the past, and she refused. Your father would not share her, and now that I understand the gift I understand why he would not. However, we thought she would not do either of us one on one, for she thought there would be too much emotion involved, for we were close. We thought if a menage-a-trois was suggested she would believe it truly just about sex. And for me that was most of it. I covetted her, how could I not, she was as beautiful as you. She refused us, and I left nodding to her my thanks for at least hearing my suggestion. Malacai was insensed, and told her she was a fool, and would regret her choice. I thought his words empty, he was always given to volatile outbursts. I found another partner that evening, and had decent, if not the mindblowing sex I would have liked. I got an odd preminition in the middle of the night. I felt something was wrong. I sought out your father, our lord, and my mentor at the time. I noticed that Iyana was not with him, I asked him where she was. He did not know assuming she was enjoying the festival, helping clean up or something. And that's when I knew. I found her body, I was first on the scene. I knew who had done it. Of course, Malacai came upon me weeping over the body, and tried to say that I had done it, fortunately, your father had spent enough time with me that night and so had leana, that I was safe. No female coul vouch for Malacai though, when I accused him of raping her and killing her. There was not enough proof to get the bastard exicuted as he deserved, however, he was deemed a danger, and was banished." He paused in his tale, not really sure if there was anymore he should say, sincerely not wanting to tell what had been done to her mother.
 
Elia lay in his arms for a long time, quietly thinking. His rocking soothed her, brought her peace. His heat warmed her inside and out. His words rang true, they were as he had stated to her before.

Finally, Elia lifetd her head, her eyes weary but clear.

"I did not know you found her... her body Valen. Was she.. was it... " Elia had trouble continuing.

"Did he do the same to me.. as he did to her then Valen?"
The thought of her beautiful mother suffering at the hands of Malacai was nearly more than her mind could manage after her own attack; but she had to know.
 
Valen gulped, "Little one, what was done to you was only the beginning." he turned his head fearing he would vomit. "He had not taken a knife to you yet." he said and pressed his lips together, "Please make me say no more right now." he said flushing and bowing his head in shame, "If I had only gotten there sooner..." he wispered.
 
"Malacai's anger must be great, to do the things he does Valen. We will speak no more of it and you can not blame yourself. You had no way of knowing. The blame lays with Malacai and perhaps even a little with my father. He should have protected her better or provided better protection for her. There is nothing to be done about it Valen.

But, you did save me. You kept the same from happening again, for that I will be ever grateful to you, my Valen
."

Elia's eyes shone with a brilliant light, as though the strength of her love lit her blue orbs from within, casting its warmth and brilliance towards Valen and no other.
 
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He looked deep into her blue eyes, so different yet so alike his. He stroked back her blonde hair and then almost unexplainedly he was kissing her, gently at first, and then more hungrily. He clung to her pulling her still closer, as if needing to reassure himself that she was safe, and his. His hands trailled through her long silky hair, his touch possessive, yet still gentle. This was a side he had not shown her before, of course he had always been protective of her, and had touched her in such a way, but never like this, possessive, confident, yet timid, needing the reassurance of her reassurance that she was his.
 
Elia was very pleasantly surprised when his lips claimed hers. It was a searing passion that he she felt from his lips, a branding. Valen was claiming her as his and marking her with the power of his love.

She trembled in his arms, pressing her lips to his just as hotly, just as needy. Elia groaned in, then opened her lips to his. She felt his tongue thrust inside, seeking hers. Her tongue slipped out to meet his, entwining before letting go and thrusting back into the warmth of her mouth again.

Elia was floating yet grounded. Free but bound. Her heart soared but was captured by Valen's love.
 
One of his hands slid down to cup her breast, his thumb smoothing over the rapidly hardoning nipple as he kissed her. He wanted to erace the images in his mind, in her mind. He wanted her. "He can't have you, I want you to be mine." he said breathlessly pulling back, an almost dark lust in his eyes. Nothing like Malacai's but full of love, he was possessive right now, but out of love, and a desire to protect her, not to control, to use her.
 
Elia returned Valon's kisses hotly. His hand on her breast was more insistent this time, eliciting something from deep within her he desired, he commanded. Elia responded to it passionately.

Her lips opened, sucking his tongue into the moist heat of her mouth. Her hips rose to brush against his hand, laying against her stomach. Unknowingly, she moaned softly against his mouth, signally her complete trust and love in him.

Elia's arms wrapped around Valen's neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss. Begging him to mark her as his own.
 
he stroked his hand down her stomach, finding his hand drifting between her thighs. "Open for me little one." he wispered, his fingers seeking to go between her thighs, creeping towards her womanhood. He could taste his seed on her tongue, still the flavor reminding him of the pleasure she had gifted him. Oh how he wanted her. "Touch me little one, I need your hands on me." he wispered egging her on. He could not explain this burning desire for her, but he knew he needed her, needed to expunge Malacai's foulness from her, sweep it away with his love, his clear passion.
 
"Open for me Little One," Valen whispered in her ear, and she did. Elia smiled bashfully, reaching down to touch his hardening manhood, stroking it and bringing it back to its former fullness. His kiss was heavenly, she felt his tongue probing the inside of her mouth and opened more fully for him.

His hand cupping her mound was so warm, almost hot. His other hand kneaded her firm breasts, pulling on the distended nipples sending shivers of pure joy throughout her body.

She heard herself moan into his mouth, slipping her tongue out to tangle with his. She giggled slightly at the ticklish touch of their tongues together before sighing in passion when his hand began to rub up and down her smooth mound.
 
he smiled against her mouth as she spread her legs, opening herself to his touch, giving herself to him. His fingers danced over her mound, sliding over the smoothness, in a seductive rhythm. Gently he parted her outer lips, dipping into the moistness, finding her smooth nub, and began to rub it gently. He kissed down her neck, towards her firm breasts, his tongue flicked out at her nipples as he kissed lower. "Let me taste you little one. I need you, need to know you in every way. May I?" he asked seeking permission as both his hands stroked her thighs now, played with her lips, as his kisses slid over her flat tummy, his tongue teasingly dipping into her naval as he moved lower. His teeth grazing the tender skin of her stomach, his tongue rubbing over the same path soothing and tantalizing, promising more, if she only wanted it. How he wanted her to want it, to want him, to let him give her this gift, take her in such a way. His desire was plain in his voice as he asked her again as his kisses slipped to just above her mound, "May I little one. Do you want this?"
 
Elia shuddered in his arms. The thought of what he was asking, what he wanted to do sending thrills of anticipation and longing through her body. It was something she had never experienced, something that would be theirs alone. That he wanted it as much as if not more than she, forced her legs to open wider for him.

She could only smile and nod, unsure and too inexperienced to do anything else.
 
He wanted her to want it. However, he knew inexperience and shyness kept her from answering him, kept her from asking for what she wanted. He smiled knowing he could give her what she wanted. He would make her want it. His tongue slowly traced over her smooth outer lips, tasting the slightest hint of her womanly flavor. Slowly he parted her lips and tasted her, licking the pink pedals of her womanhood within. He was right, although all elven woman were sweet, her taste was unlike anything he had experienced. Nothing like what a human tasted like, to his sensative pallet, human women tasted abracive and harsh. If asked Valen would never admit to laying with a human, but he had. Most elves had at least once. His mind however was completely on his actions, savoring the experience. His tongue slowly found her rose bud, and he began to circle it wit his tongue, stroking the tip over it, his hands moving to cup her bottom as he pulled her closer still to his face. He moaned softly, the vibrations traveling down his tongue to stimulate her clit. He had not intentionally done so, but couldn't help the moan. Most elves found it a great experience to please and be pleased in every way. And true to the stories Elia had mentioned earlier, Valen was certainly no exception. It was not an ugly thing by any means, no it was more like he was making love to her pussy with his mouth.
 
Elia shuddered beneath his mouth, her hips lifting to the delicate swipes of his tongue. She felt her fluids increase, watched with wonder as Valen licked them from her swollen folds. His eyes misted as he did so, he truly seemed to love what he was doing.

The thought that he was enjoying it sent trembles through Elia's entire body. Her legs spread wider, allowing his body to fit comfortably between them. Her good hand found its way into his hair, twisting into the silken strands gently, guiding him to where her body needed his touch the most.

Her hips became to lift and fall, making love to his beautiful mouth. Her neck arched back, her back following as the delicious sensations claimed her just as his mouth claimed and marked her as his own.
 
He was gentle, so gentle, yet the passion grew. He was never rough, yet the intensity and need in him increased. He was throbbing with it. He longed to join them. He wanted to bring her first. He knew by prolonging their pleasure, their union, such a joining would be even sweeter. The flat of his tongue began to lap at her clit, letting her guid him to where she needed the touch most. "Come for me little one." Valen said softly in her mind, activating his own link to her, he had forged over the years, although had not used until he spoke to her, to save her. He wispered in her mind now, his voice reassuring, seductive. He could not use his voice, but he could use his mind. "Cum for me little one, and then let me join us, share our bodies as we share our love." his voice wispered in her head, and if for only that moment his soft plee, soft desire, blotted out the stain of ugliness that was malacai's voice in her head. He futally tried to reimpose his voice, his will on Elia, but Valen was there. Interceeding in her mind as he worked to bring her body pleasure, not the pain his brother had shown her.
 
Elia heard only Valen's voice in her head. The clarity of his feelings, his lust and passion for her pushed her over the edge of the precipice she had been teetering on. Her hand twisted harder in his hair, her hips lifted up and stayed pressed against his mouth.

Elia's back arched, her legs trembling with the strain of holding her body against his tongue as it lathed her small nub, forcing the explosion from within its depths.

"Valen!!!!" Elia cried out, once then twice, before her body relaxed beneath him. Still his tongue lathed, she twitched and shivered; pushing on his head.

"No, no more Valen! Please!" She thought she might die of pure pleasure if he kept stroking her over-sensitive center any longer. She felt him smile against her core. Looking down, her own smile faded slightly, replaced by a look of desire, matching his.

Elia lay very still as he moved over her, not touching her yet she felt the heat of his body as he slowly moved into position over her throbbing nub.
 
God how he wanted her. Valen moved up her body, kissing here and there as he did so, he had smiled against her as she came for him, reveling in the pure eroticism of making her cum in such a way. Now he wanted her, wanted to join their bodies in shared passion. Valen gently guided the head of his throbbing manhood to her sex, gently stroking it over her outer lips, slowly wetting the head before he positioned the head at her entrance. his hands cradled her face, and he looked deep into her eyes. "I love you Elia, I will always be there for you." he said his words a promise as he slowly pushed into her inch by inch, bending his head to take her breath in a passionate kiss the instant he was fully inside her.
 
Elia spread her legs wider for Valen, inviting him in. His mouth claimed hers at the same time as his shaft slid fully into place. Elia returned his kisses with heated passion and love.

It was not until his weight was fully upon her that she panicked. Suddenly, the memory of being held down beneath Malacai blocked out everything else. The pain of his entry, the pain of Tanic in her mouth and on her face at the same time, the Commander laughing in the back ground, all these memories swamped her.

Elia began to struggle beneath Valen, her hands pressed to his chest to push him away. Her head turned to the side, a muffled no escaped her lips. She looked up at him through the haze of fear and saw Valen, not Malacai but Valen.

"Please, Valen, help me?" She cried before slipping back into the terror and madness of her memories.
 
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