elven seduction: open to one female

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"Valen is by far more man than you could ever hope to become Malacai. He is honorable. Did I desire him? Who would not desire a man such as he is. And yes I wanted him, have wanted him but he refused me. 'His' integrity would not allow him to touch that which is forbidden by Elven law. "

Elia rolled to her side, grimacing when her ribs protested.

"You state you are better than Valen, yet with every action you make..." Elia pointed to Tanic crumpled to the floor in agony, "you prove yourself a liar."

 

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he nodded, "Have it your way then." and with that he dumped the pain back on her. "You are highly uncompliant, I am done with you for now. "Do with her as you wish Tanic." he said, the man rose and a brutal smile came to his lips, "You have displeased me, you could have had me and I might have been gentle, now you get him." he said standing preparing to leave.

 

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Tanic lunged for Elia, throwing his body on top of hers immediately. Elia screamed in pain, his weight pressing into her wounded hand. The agony of his legs pushing her broken one to the side nearly rendering her unconscious.

Elia's scream so shrill, so full of pain and terror, it circled the Dark Elf's camp again and again. Her scream seemed endless, fed by the senseless cruelty of Tanic's hands. Some of the most battle worn humans in the Elfen camp felt the hair on the back of their neck stand-up as they listened. Some even whispered between themselves, fearing the wrath of the Gods upon them should they continue to listen to chosen one being defiled and maimed.

Others waited just outside the Dark Elf's tent, praying the leftovers would be left to them. Still others visibly stroked their manhood, enjoying her cries and the sound of torture preceeding each shriek emitted by her lovely throat.

 

[The_gladiator]

Tanic mauled her breasts and shoved three thick meaty fingers deep into her cunt. "Like that whore? I'm going to make you scream so your precious elven bastard can hear them and lose control. Then lord blackwing will have him, if you scream enough, he'll make mistakes." he gloted. He lowered his pants and smiling he revealed his thick hard cock fully erect. "Get it wet." he said and took a hand full of her hair in his right hand he pulled her head up, he then pressed on the back of her jaw getting it to open. As she screamed with the pain he pushed his cock into her mouth. "You bite me bitch and I'll kill you, leave your Precious Valen all alone." he growled.

 

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"Get it wet!"

Elia clamped her mouth firmly together, turning her head away from his ugly manhood. His fingers pushed cruelly into the joints of her jaw, the other hand pinching her nose, preventing air from entering her bruised lungs.

She held out as long as she could, her body finally betraying her when she opened her mouth to draw air and scream. Elia felt its thickness on her tongue, thinking to bite down as soon as it entered her mouth.

"You bite me bitch and I'll kill you..." It would not have mattered, Elia could not maneuver her jaw correctly, his cock shoved so forcefully down her throat. She felt herself gag, nearly retching when the tip pushed against the back of her throat.

She heard him moan and call out to someone that had entered the tent. Elia closed her eyes, wishing everything away. Wishing she were back in Valen's cottage. Wishing his arms were wrapped around her with their loving tenderness and care.

 

[The_gladiator]

as Tanic pumped his cock in and out of her mouth, there as a gentle touch on her pussy, hands pushed her legs apart and then a tongue slid into her pussy, teasing her clit. Tanic pulled back for a moment so that Valen could again hear her screams. She could now see down her body to the long flowing raven hair spread out over her thighs as he ate her out. It could have been valen from that angle, save for the single streak of white hair.

 

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Malacai shoved Elia's injured leg aside, pushing his large body between them. Elia screamed in pain around the manhood shoved into her mouth. Tanic pulled himself out, repositioning himself, laughing at her screams.

Malacai smiled down at Elia from his position before dropping his mouth to her womanhood. The touch turned quickly from gentle to hurtful, his teeth pulling at the small nub between her legs.

Elia felt the gift swirling within her stomach, reaching up up into her chest. It felt like magic but something else, something evil and dirty. Her counselor had spoken of dark magic, evil magic and the effect it could have on her gift, but Elia had been young and naive. Unlike other girls her age, she had not experienced the touch or a man or woman and had been unwilling to enlighten her counselor at the time; feeling angry and hurt that she had not been allowed to progress as her friends had or even as the other girls within the castle had been permitted and encouraged to do.

She tried to force her legs bag together, the injured one would not respond. With the heel of her right foot, she kicked out at Malacai, catching him in the shoulder to push him away, for a moment. Her hands were numb, strapped above her head and useless. Idly, she wondered if her hand would ever heal and if she would ever be able to draw a bow string again.

She nearly laughed as she realized she would probably never see another sunrise, much less have the use of her hand.

Tanic bit into her nipple, placing his other hand in her hair to keep her from biting his flesh where it rested so near her mouth. Elia swore to herself she would not allow them to know of her pain, would not show it by her screams.

Elia's resolve failed when Tanic's teeth drew blood at her nipple, her scream resounded through the hills and valley's surrounding the Elven Camp.

 

[The_gladiator]

Malacai was strange in his actions, being so twisted that he would alternate between gentle and violent attacks on her womanhood. He appeared to be trying to arouse her gently and when that didn't work he got angry and savagely attacked her pussy.

Tanic thrust his cock between her lips again as Malacai rose and entered her pussy with his long cock with one thrust. "Do you like that my pet?" he asked biting her other nipple like tanic had her right. Tanic thrust in and out of her mouth. "God this bitch is going to make me ccum." he said giving a last thrust and spilled his seed into her throat giving her the choice of swallow or choke.

 

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Malacai rose and entered her pussy with his long cock in one thrust. "Do you like that my pet?" he asked biting her other nipple ...

The burning, searing and tearing sensation ripped through Elia's core. Her protective sheath pierced by Malacai's hard, thick cock. Elia's back arched in agony. Choking through Tanic's flow of juices into her throat, she gagged while trying to scream through the sitcky steam of his cum.

Elia's fingernails dug into the palm of her hands, bringing blood to the surface and still Malacai did not stop. His hips rammed into hers, his teeth tearing at the tender flesh on her chest. Elia wished for death, wished that she had choked on Tanic's grotesque manhood. Her thoughts were of nothing but pain and humiliation. He ears heard Malacai's laughter, his mocking voice as he described his sensations to Tanic; her mind fought for release from her body and this existence.

Please death take me, her prayers went unheard by the Gods and Goddesses who seemed to have turned their back on her. Malacai placed his lips close to her ear, biting into the soft flesh of her ear lobe and above. Taunting her, telling her what he had done, what he was doing. How close he was to filling her with his seed.

Tanic wiped his flacid manhood in her long, tangled hair. In her haze, Elia heard him call out to the Commander, telling him it was his turn and he'd better hurry if he wanted anything left after Malacai finished. Elia's ears heard him but her mind was unable to comprehend their meaning through Malacai's torture.

 

[The_gladiator]

Not wanting to give his commander sloppy seconds Malicai pulled out and thrust his cock between her breasts, and with a few strokes was spilling his seed all over her breasts and neck, smerking down at her the entire time. He then rose and dressed, "Now I've fucked you, now to kill your bastard lover." he said with a smile and told commander Gran to enjoy. The commander who was tired of losing a man every time they went to piss, eagerly moved into the room dropping his pants and flopping on top of her, his brutal weight cracking more ribs and bruising her thighs as he spread her wide. He grunted something in his language which made Tanic who was now standing guard laugh. He then thrust his fat cock into her pussy. He thrust a few times into her pussy and then gave an order. Tanic helped to flip her over, this meant that her arms were now crossed with her head on her elbows. Pulling her ass into the air Gran began to fuck her from behind.

Valen heard every scream. He seethed inwardly crying out with her, his own heart hurting as much as her body surly was. He could do nothing to stop it. He dared not show himself yet. The death toll was up to 6 leaving 23 humans and the dark elf.

He planned his final attack and lead his way into the clearing with a fireball. This blast took the lives of 5 more men, and burned several others. 10 down 18 plus the elf. He was keeping a mental tally as he moved swiftly through the trees to a different spot. When the men recovered and charged into the forest to find him he wasn't there. However when he tried to magic them from the rear he found his magic fizzle out. The dark elf was standing in the middle of the field his own hands upraised deflecting the magic. The air hummed with the energy. Swearing Valen dropped the magical attack grabbing his bow, he fired at the elf. Moving with greater than human speed, Malicai grabbed one of his soldiers letting the man take the arrow through the throat, and held him there accepting the next two futal arrows Valen shot.

 

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Elia closed her eyes, the Dark Elf's vile sperm squirting up onto her breasts and face. She was relieved in truth, she was fertile and knew it. All women her age were fertile, most conceiving on the first night of the full moon. Elia would bear no child of this horrid creatures nor of these humans that stunk worse than a pile of monkey dung.

She heard a guttural language, deep and slurred. The Commander had entered the tent just as Malacai expended himself. She looked down and saw her blood, her maidenhood, running from Malacai's still rigid shaft.

Unknowingly and unconsciously, Elia screamed Valen's name. Over and over again she screamed it as the pain of her injuries and ultimate degradation slithered into her soul. Tanic grabbed her hair, yanking her up, pulling the ropes hard against her broken hand and wrist. Again Elia screamed. Her voice raw and husky, her gentle lyrical voice now sounding as though she were an old, human woman who had worked in the smoke fields her entire life.

The Commander entered her from behind, using his long fingernails to gouge deep scratches into her back while thrusting heatedly into her. Tanic pushed pushed her chest into the dirt with one, heavy foot. Elia heard the ribs give way again, her breath became strained and labored. Opening her mouth, she took in a mouthful of the dusty ground and coughed, tasting blood.

The Commander was taking his time, enjoying her torment. His cock was thick, thicker than most, tearing the soft, fleshy walls of her womb. She felt him lean down as though a lover, whispering in her ear, biting her neck while arching his back then pushing his hips into her again.

His laugh pierced her spine, the sound of it sending violent shudders through her small body, the evilness of it more than her sensitive ears could bear. She felt her consciousness giving way. The edges of her vision turning black, she thought she might be afraid upon seeing her death but she welcomed it now and begged that it take her sooner rather than later.

 

[The_gladiator]

"Commander ease up a little." Tanic advised as he lifted his foot, she looks about to pass out," he smerked, "She wouldn't be quite as much fun unconscious." the commander nodded and smiled, "I'll make her scream one last time before she passes out." he said and pulling out of her pussy he brutally forced the head of his thick cock into her asshole. He then gave one long thrust burrying it to its fat hilt in her ass.

17 and the elf.
This was Valen's mantra. He tried to alternate between magic and arrows. He charged around to the front of the men again. He took the first of them head on, his spear killing the man and the one behind him so hard did valen thrust it into him. "15" Valen told himself as he drew sword and dagger,. He lept up onto the two fallen warriors bodies and reversing the grip on his sword slamed it through the kidnee of the man beside his spear victim to the left, and sliced open the throat of the man to the right with his dagger. this left 13
flipping his sword around he parried a thrust from another man and when he saw an opening in the man's defenses he wipped his dagger forward, throwing it into the man's throat. Arterial blood arched high into the air as the human went down 12. Not having his dagger now, valen danced back, throwing a line of fire that swept across two more men, leaving 10. But now the dark elf was there. And Valen sheathed his sword to use both hands to summon magic. The air crackled and hummed as both threw their might into the struggle against one another. They circled each other their hands dancing in the dance of the arcane. Sometimes they're shields of magic absorbed the others magics, sometimes they deflected them, and soon all the other soldiers were dead. Four had fallen to a spray of acid Valen had summoned, and the other four had died under the onslot of venomous spiders summoned by Malacai. This only left the two elves and Tanic and the commander in the tent with Elia. Even as he fought Valen reached for her mentally using a bit of his precious remaining magic to reach out to her, "Wake little one. I am close, the brute in front of you has a knife in his left boot. Use your gift, your father's gift to your advantage, I know you can do it." he said unable to help her further as he went back to his battle.

 

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Through her screams and cries of agony, Elia thought she heard Valen's voice. She opened her swollen eyes but saw only Tanic standing over her, laughing and jeering while the Commander tore into her most private place.

"Knife... in ... boot.. use... father's...gift..."

His thoughts came to her slowly. She was unable to open her mind completely to him, closed as it was to the pain. Elia's eyes were dry, she had no tears left within her body to cry while the Commander's shaft swelled within her. Tanic reached down, jerking her head back, wanting to watch her face as she was taken in that place not meant to be taken.

Slowly, so very slowly, Elia felt her anger boiling within her. She drew on Valen's strength, now so close. She drew on Tanic's evil lust and the Commander's sickness to build her gifts as they swirled around her belly, begging for release.

Tanic's thoughts were of carnal lust and craving. His desires being completely sadistic, loving the pain caused to others. Even now, he stroked his ugly bulbous cock, watching the Commander abuse her. Elia felt his desire to cut her, using the knife hidden in his filthy boot. She saw his use of the knife on her and her most private parts, keeping her alive for Malacai, but just barely.

The Commander rode her, pushing ever deeper, forcing her small stomach to cramp painfully. Elia felt bile rising in her throat and fought it down. Concentrate, Valen had told her to concentrate.

A knife, there was a knife in Tanic's boot, just below the rise of the buckled leather. Grunting in the dirt, her cries turned to soft whimpers, Elia forced both her gifts to Tanic, touching the cold blade of steel resting against his ankle.

She felt the knife move, only the tip, but it moved! Tanic noticed nothing, bent down now to grab her long, blond hair; wrapping it around his fist he jammed his cock into it, rubbing fitfully while bending over to stare at the Commanders shaft riding in and out of Elia's smallest, bleeding hole.

 

[The_gladiator]

As Elia began to tug on it, the rope binding her left hand, the one closest to tanic's left boot and the knife came untied. Malacai had been in a hury when he had secured her and had never intended that she truly fight her, or that she would be flipped over so, putting further strain on the ropes. It came free, and circulation began to prickle back into Elia's hand.


Neither Tanic or Gran noticed as Gran continued to violate her ass moaning with pleasure and the power he had over her. Tanic meanwhile had placed his cock back at her mouth, "Suck woman, take it." with that he thrust it forward until it hit the back of her throat.

Valen and malicai stood almost toe to toe now circling and moving in a macabre dance that was strangely beautiful. Valen waited until the dance of magic was at its highest and struck. His roundhouse kick caught Malacai flying screaming to the ground. For Valen had caught him square in the stump of his ear, right along the burn scars. Malacai began to crawl off babbling incoherently. Valen stood over him, considering killing him, but his desire to get to Elia, who's screams although did not sound aloud anymore screamed in his head through the magical link he had left open not having the energy to close it. Valen knew it was a mistake to leave his enemy alive. However he did not even let the shock of realizing who his enemy truly was slow him down, he would have time for the pain, the betrayal, the hatred later. He moved swiftly, his sword once again in hand as he moved on silent feet towards the tent. He took it all in with a glance as he opened the flap. Looking Back Gran mistaked him for Malacai and therefore did not stop nor bat an eye just gave Valen a lear and continued pounding Elia's ass grunting as he came, shooting his thick ropes of cum deep into her bowels.

 

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Elia felt the rope loosen on her left wrist. She held her breath, willing the pain away as the blood rushed into veins starved for oxygen. Tanic bent next to her face, jerking her head back to impale himself in her mouth again.

Elia's left hand slipped out of the noose, scraping the red welts to blood as she did. So focused was Tanic on his pleasure, he never felt the knife leave the safety of his boot. He did feel the knife as it thrust up into his body, just between his swinging ball sacs and stiff cock.

Tanic bellowed , pulling away from the little elf bitch; stiking her close fisted in the cheek. Elia pulled the knife from him before his fist struck her nearly senseless. Elia heard Valen's scream of rage as he flung himself into the tent.

Elia drew on his energy, lifting herself on her injured arm, she sliced at Tanic's calves. He went down screaming in anguish, blood spurting from his severed arteries.

Elia pulled her broken body to where he fell. Tanic gripped her throat with both hands, squeezing the life from her. Elia lifted her knife, bringing it down into his chest. Over and over she sunk the blade into his heart and lungs until he moved no more. Still, her pain, anger and humiliation kept her hand from staying. She thrust and stabbed, tearing his flesh from his bones, finding no solace in his death.

 

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Gran died without cerimony. Valen took one long step forward, silent death and slammed his sword home between his shoulderblades killing him instantly. He jerked the blade free as the man fell his cock still twitching from his orgasm. Valen gently pulled Elia off Tanic his hand on her wrist keeping her from in her panic stabbing him. "You are safe now Little one, I am here." he said holding her broken body close to him and letting the tears flow.

 

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Elia would have stabbed him. She would have if Valen had not had a tight grip on her wrist. Tanic lay on the ground in front of her, naught but a bloody heap.

Valen continued to hold her there, sitting amid the dirt and debris. His hands stroked her back softly, a avoiding the wounds he felt there. His tears ran freely down his face, streaking through the dirt formed during his arduous journey.

Elia listened to his soft, consoling whispers. She clung to him with her good hand, the injured one laying across her bloodied lap. Valen shifted beneath her, as if to rise. Elia screamed in agony, freezing Valen's movements.

Panting heavily, beads of sweat forming on her forehead, Elia clinched her teeth together, trying to explain.

"My leg...Valen I can't ... I 'm sorry." Elia lifted her bruised, bleeding face to gaze into his glistening green eyes.

"You came Valen," she smiled through her pain "I knew you would."

 

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"If I had only joined us, you would not have been alone. I am sorry little one, I am sorry." he stroked back her hair and smiled into her face, "Yes Elia, I came, nothing could stop me. I came." Let me see what I can do.
Valen layed her across his lap and began to run his hands over her gently evaluating her wounds. "I can heal the internal damage and strengthn the bones but I can't heal all of this, its too much damage and I'm too weak." he was sobbing with his frustration, "I am sorry little one, let me do what I can." With that he cupped his hand over her womanhood, his magic trickling into her body, willing the tissue to heal, willing the blood to stop. He wispered softly in the language of magic as he did this. He repaired her ruptered bowels, clenzing them of the damage done by the commander.
Valen then moved his hands up her body sending his healing touch into her organs, decreasing the swelling of her kidnees her liver and other bruised internal organs. He then began to sort out her ribs, he could not heal them, but was able to strengthn them so they would not rebreak as they healed. Coming back to himself Valen slumped exhausted atop her, beeds of blood on his forehead. In healing her, he had also taken on her pain. Taking a deep breath Valen willed down his own bial. The pain was overwhelming. Moving slowly he snapped part of the tent poll off and lashed it to her leg as a makeshift splint. "I will properly set it when we are out of here. I believe I have healed you enough that we can leave this place, if we go slowly." he said his voice horse with exhaustion. He moved like a much older man as he started to rise, "I think I can carry you now with the healing I have done, it will hurt though." he said his eyes full of sadness that he must hurt her more to save her. Taking the knife from her he tucked it into his belt and then bending scouped her up into his arms, "Hold me with your good arm." he said softly, "When we get to camp I will look at your hand, but I had to heal the life threatening injuries first." he said talking the entire time, not wanting her to fall back into shock, wanted her to focus on his deep soothing voice.

 

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She cried out when he lifted her. She could feel him straining with the effort of cradling her pain within his own body.

"Valen... please do not... do this. I have ... already born the... pain and can continue to do so .... you need your strength. Please... I can not bear.. to see you hurting..."

Elia twisted her head, burying her face and swollen cheek into Valen's chest. He smelled of Elf and earth, power and light. Her mind tried to replace that with the smell of Malacai, a spell he had placed on her during his taking of her. Malacai smelled of death, rot, evil and darkness. Elia knew she would never forget his smell, nor the touch of his body on hers.

Though she willed it away, she began trembling at the memory. Her body shook violently in Valen's arms. She was suddenly so cold, her teeth shattered, making it even more difficult for her to speak.

Valen's continual, soothing voice brought some relief to her. She wanted to ask him where they were going and how far, but found slipping into the black void of sleep was much more pleasureable.

 

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"ssshhhh little one, I only took the pain as I healed you. I can't take it all from you, only as I healed you. Some of the pain is gone because you are healed. Or at least some things are healed. We will go to an abandoned village near by. There is bound to be shelter." He continued to soothe her as he carried. "I love you little one, hold on for me."

As he suspected there were a few tree houses still liveable. However Valen chose the one groundbound dwelling, from the looks of which had once belonged to a dwarven trader. One who brought goods to the elves. He layed her down on the ground, and moved quickly, first fashioning a bed of pine bows for her. He then went to retrieve his pack, and fresh water. He then Pulled off what little remained of her clothing, and began to bathe her. He would be able to tell the full extent of the damage once she was clean. Not to mention he couldn't bare to know his bastard brother's seed was caked on her breasts. He touched first one nipple and then the other with one finger, sending magic to heal her torn flesh. He was also able to reduce the swelling of her cheek, but dared not use much more magic for fear of exhausting himself. He knew they would both feel much better once she was clean. His hands were warm and gentle as he wiped the dirt the grime and the blood from her body. He even duncked her hair and began to pick and comb it clean. He knew there were more things that he could do to heal her physical wounds, but he knew healing the psychological wounds would be just as important, and if she felt clean and safe that might go a long way towards a beginning of her healing. His fingers brushed her ear, seeing where Malacai had bitten through it, and that too got his attention due to the sensativity of elven ears. His magic was warm and soothing, so much different than Malacai. He bent and layed a soft kiss on her brow, "You are safe little one, I won't let them have you now, they're dead, you're safe." he said softly his voice a soothing rhythm.

 

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His fingers brushed her ear, seeing where Malacai had bitten through it.

Unbidden, Elia cried out at the touch, then stifled it quickly lest she upset her Valen.

"I'm sorry Valen. I didn't mean to ... to.." Elia could not continue, she lowered her eyes trying to hide the tears that threatened.

"I tried not to cry out. I tried so hard not to cry at all but I couldn't stop it. And then, the pain was... I couldn't help it Valen. I tried everything, I cited your mantra for embracing and then letting go of pain. I tried meditating, I tried breathing but.. it wouldn't stop.. the pain I mean and so.. I screamed. I couldn't stop screaming Valen...it just came and came and I... I couldn't stop it. I'm... sorry. I have failed your teachings... and you."

Her body shook horribly, wracking spasms wrenching through her bones as the pain of her injuries took their toll on her.

 

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His healing took the pain from her ear and he moved his hand away from it, elven custom making that place taboo for casual touching. "Ssshhhh little one, You did not fail me. It was I who failed you, I did not keep you safe, I did not get there sooner. I did not tell you things..." he layed a finger to her cracked lips, "There is no shame in screaming because of the pain. I can only imagine the agony." Now bare with me just a little longer, and Valen began to properly splint her hand and leg. It only appeared as if a couple fingers and the olna, one of the bones in the forearm were broken. Fortunately it hadn't crushed her wrist, although that was sprained. He worked talking the whole time telling her it was ok, telling her what he was doing, telling her happy stories anything he could do to help distract from the memories.

 

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Gasping as he pulled her fingers into place, then crying out again as he pressed them onto the splint; she listened attentively to his voice and his stories. Knowing as she did that he was calming her with the magic of his voice.

Her leg was much harder. She could not lay still while he moved the bone to set it in place. She fought with all of her willpower to lay still beneath his ministrations; but Valen finally had to resort to holding her legs down while setting the bone.

Elia's hands dug into the soft bedding beneath her, until finally he had set it to his satisfaction. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, both her hand and leg swelling after suffering through the resetting of the broken bones.

"Thank you.. Valen... I am ... sorry."

Elia reached for his hand, placing it once again against her injured ear. She turned her head into his hand and finally allowed the tears to slip through her long lashes.

 

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he searched the ear looking for any damage he might have missed, He let more healing magic flow into it. "There there." he wispered stroking her cheek, "Its ok, let them come." he said taking her hand in his, "I'm here, I won't let you go." he said softly kissing her palm holding it to his cheek letting her feel his closeness without crowding her

 

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Elia cried until she fell asleep. Her cheek resting in the palm of Valen's large hand. When she felt him move, she cried out; thinking herself alone in the human camp again.

"Valen, you are leaving?"

She could not keep the fear from her voice, the tremors of true fright. This was not Elia as she was before. This new Elia was someone she did not like but had no way to fight as the terror and pain threatened to swamp her during the night.

Her good hand grasped his shirt, twisting into the soft cloth.

"Please don't leave Valen."

She wondered at the reason he had withdrawn his hand from her ear. It was an offer made out of honesty and the need to know he still viewed her as he did before. She needed his touch, his love and his passion. It was all she had to hang on to but as each minute passed and he showed no sign of wanting her any longer in that way, her depression deepened and grew.