elven seduction: open to one female

Elia was stunned by the force of emotions that slammed into her. The strongest above all, frustration. Sadly, she felt the frustration was not in that he desired her, Elia. He desired, or had desired, another.

She felt her sadness settle deep within the pit of her stomach. Her Valen was in love with another. Elia idly wondered who it was then thrust that thought from her mind. She did not want to know, least she find herself sink to the despicable emotional state some called jealousy.

Of course Valen had other loves, other interests. To him, she was merely a student. A child charged to him by her father to further her education in the art of self-defense, as well as honing her own hunting skills. She knew that Valen had taken it farther, teaching her the arts as they pertained to the most specialized warriors within her father's kingdom. But, this night, the thought did not bring her joy and she found she had to fight to keep the sudden tears hidden behind her long, blonde lashes.
 
the frustration he felt was not that he had not had iyana, no his frustration was that of not having anyone. He turned back to her most of the emotion shut away, although small waves of longing, for someone still continued to radiate from him. He cleared his throat and was about to repeat his question, but when he opened his mouth he found himself asking something else entirely. "You say this guift has appeared in you?" he said, his eyes roaming over her from her face to her full breasts, larger than many elves, to her slender legs, with firm muscles of a runner. He had seen her a hundred times, nay a hundred thousand times, but he had never looked her over like this before, evaluating her. He blushed, "I guess your power would appear now." he said softly.
 
*raising her sad eyes to his... probing deep within his green ones.. she hesitated for only a moment*

"Valen - it manifested itself over two years ago. I have fought to keep it a secret, to keep from revealing the manifestation of my gift to anyone, even you. But... it grows harder with each passing day. Sometimes, it is painful ... so much so that I must... be alone to keep it under control."

Unconsciously, Elia lifted her hand to cover the small wound Raina had made on her chest.

"There are times Valen, that it hurts so badly here... I fear my heart will burst with it."
 
"I did not know." was all he could think to say, "I would have..." he trailled off what could he have done, "Are you saying that it hurts you if you cannot please people, men I mean, as it were?" he asked. He moved to sit on the other edge of the daybed, his eyes still on hers. He wanted to understand, wanted to help, she had aroused his need to heal, to help, and this was evident on his face.
 
Elia had no way of explaining without giving away her deepest secret. Yet, if she kept it sealed within her, soon she would have no choice but to tell him.

Taking a deep breath, looking away from his eyes, wishing for his touch as he sat next to her on the bed.

"It is that way only a little with ... with a man the gifted one does not know or ... have feelings for Valen. For one with the gift, she feels it the strongest with... with the Man she believes she is bonded to. If.. when the Man does not return the feelings of... affection and ... love.. the pain becomes intense. As though a wound that has become infected and festers, unlanced and trapped beneath the surface."

Elia dared not lift her eyes to his, lest he see the truth hidden behind their blue depths.
 
he had hugged her before, but never as he did now, pulling her into his arms, not as he would a lover, but as he would an equal. THe elves of this land, one who called her father ruler, the elves were very affectionate, and quick to offer comfort to one another. One of the reasons events like the festival had been created. However the affection stayed on either sides of the adulthood line. Children comforted children adults adults. Of course adults comforted children but it was not the same. As such an affectionate people and even as some outsiders would say such a sexual people, comfort among equals was much more intimate. He pulled her into his arms cradling her head against his shoulder, his fingers sliding through her long hair, "I would have helped you with the pain had I known, I doubt I would have known anything to do, but I could have been there for you." he spoke not knowing it was he that she loved, but as a close friend, a friend who had just offered the first sign that he was starting to recognise her as an equal, as an adult, not the child he was tasked to teach.
 
Elia turned her face into his palm where it rested in her hair, kissing the inside of his hand lightly. Immediately she felt his confused passion, his reluctance to change their comfortable relationship.

Pushing away from him slightly, Elia lifted her face to his, her full lips mere inches from his.

"Valen... please?"

Elia's entire body trembled with deep need and longing for this man.
 
"Please what little one?" he said without thinking and like that there was a wall between them again, that was what he had once called her when she was younger. He blushed, "I appologise, I only meant to offer comfort, Are you ok?" he asked softly. He was confused as to what had just happened, what she wanted to happen, what he wanted to happen. He did not let her go but she could sense his slight discomfort. "Are suggesting that you...err.. well, desire to please me?" he said finishing the last in a rush of words his face truly red.
 
Elia was beyond herself with need for this man. She felt him try to throw up his paternal walls, but she would not allow it.

Backing away from him slowly, she stood frozen for a moment; allowing her gaze to rake his body. Finding what she was hoping would be there, she continued. Had hsi desire not been so evident, she would have stopped, loosing her resolve.

"I wish that we please each other Valen. I wish... to pleasure you beyond your wildest dreams. Beyond mine. I wish to gift you with that which I have never gifted another. I wish for you to take it and use it as you will. As my gift to you in honor and.... love."

Elia lowered her eyes, not wanting to risk seeing rejection there. As she spoke, her hands slowly upbuttoned the rest of her blouse, shrugging her shoulders, she dropped it to the floor. Her breasts were ample, the rosey nipples hard and extended; begging to be touch.

Elia did not stop with her blouse. Reaching down, never allowing her eyes to leave those of Valen, she unbuckled her belt, allowing it to fall to the floor as well. She would not continue without his aid.

Reaching out, she touched his hands; guiding them to the fastenings of her slacks.
 
"We shouldn't." he said softly, "Its not right I'm older than you and I..." his words trailled off and his eyes rested on her breasts so soft inviting her nipples already hard. "You are beautiful." he wispered, She could tell he wanted to touch her, to run his hands over her body, but he was conflicted not sure if it was right, he did know if he was going to take her he wanted it to be slow seductive. He lifted his eyes to her mouth, and images flashed through his mind he wondered what it would be like to kiss those lips, wondered what else they could do. Why was he thinking this she was his pupal, his friend not his lover, he would never have considered her in this light. But she was obviously in need and he could feel his own need, but was it right, "Why me?" he finally managed to stammer his eyes still roaving her body never still.
 
"Why me?"

Elia lifted her small hand, shaking with the intensity of her feelings for him and placed it against his cheek.

"Have you truly not known Valen? Could you truly not feel the depth of my... feelings for you over the years?"

Elia held her breath, waiting for his hands to complete their task. What if he truly did not find her desireable? What if she could never compete with the one he lusted for, the one she had only just learned of? She could make him forget. She could force him to want her, her gift was truly powerful; more powerful even than her mothers.

Shaking her head, her long blond hair moving back and forth over his strong arms. Elia knew she would never deceive him in that manner, nor herself. He had to want her, to love her for who she was, not for whom he perceived her to be.
 
he considered for a long moment, "I guess I never saw." He let another pause stretch between them and then spoke again. "The one you sense who I lusted for but never had was iyana." he said softly, bracing himself for her rejection, "We all wanted her, all of us in my age group, she was beautiful, she was unatainable. I now know why your father never shared her at festival." he said blushing as he spoke, "I...just thought you should know." he said softly. "The talk of your gift made me think back, and you have no idea how much you look like her. But even more beautiful, I just never realized you had grown up." he continued probably digging himself a hole to bury himself in. "I never noticed you as the woman you are for you were under aged, you were forbidden." he finally trailled of not really finding the words he wanted or needed. he looked up at her, waiting for her rejection, "I did not realize that her memory could still hold so much lust for me, it was just a childhood fantasy..." he looked away embarrassed his emotions once again layed bare.
 
Elia felt the hurt wash over her. Valen was attracted to her but, not because of her own qualitites and abilities. Valen still lusted for and loved her mother. Elia had been told many times that she strongly resembled her mother.

In her own hurt and confusion, Elia moved back from Valen.

"Forgive me for over-stepping my boundaries, Valen. I do not ask for your sympathy or your healing abilities. I thought perhaps that you felt..." Shaking her head sadly, Elia bent to retrieve her torn shirt from the floor.

"I just thought that since my feelings were so strong for... for you that perhaps, you were... projecting your feelings for me... to me."

Why did Elia feel so hurt and rejected? She held no jealousy for the woman she had loved more than life herself, only a sweet pity for the man that never had the chance to hold her in his arms.

Had it been any other man, any other time, any other place and had Elia been an experienced woman, she would have made herself into the woman Valen desired. She could have done so easily and reaped the benefits of his love and lust, for a time. But, this was Valen, the man she had hoped would choose her above all others and she could not, and would not taint her first experience with that of her own pain.
 
"Elia, I didn't mean..." he couldn't explain his own hurt, "I do not still want your mother, just the thought of the whole situation brought back memories. Ask anyone my age they all wanted her, it was nothing special. It might even have been because of her gift." he kicked himself inwardly. She had offered herself to him, but thought he wanted her mother still. He didn't, if he were to have taken her it would be because she was a woman in in her own right. "Elia, I am just... confused, I had never seen you in that light before. I mean you were always beautiful, but I never thought of you as.. mature and womanly." he blushed and moved his eyes from her breast, "You have a smaller scratch near the right nipple." he said softly trying to change the subject, "May I?" he asked gently moving towards her, his hand going out to her breast to examine the wound.
 
Elia nodded and sat, allowing him to place a bit more salve on the scratch he had missed. His hand so close to her very sensitive nipple caused it to harden and extend. Almost as though it sought the touch of his hand.

Her small gasp did not go unnoticed she was sure.

"Valen, I now know what my mother must have felt. So many people respond to me in a way that, sometimes at least, I think is not because of me... Elia the person but because of the gift. They feel the pull of it, they wish to taste of it, even to own it. Have you never noticed that I avoid most men and even boys? Although I am learning, have learned mostly, to control it, this gift; it resides within me. My counsellor has told me that even when fully in control, it emits a sort of... for lack of a better word, a scent that attracks others to me."

Elia sighed, she never truly knew who might like her just because she was likeable or who might be responding to the blatant sexual signal sent out from deep within her.
 
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he was gentle as he moved his hand over the scratch, "Tell me if I hurt you." he murmered. He nodded as she spoke, "That is the pull I felt for your mother, I respected her, but only wanted her so badly, well you know." he smiled, "I only brought it up, for I thought you should know, I thought I owed it to you." he blushed, "You must understand this is awkward for me, part of me wants to see you as a child still, I can plainly see that you are not." he blushed as he lifted his gaze from her tantalizing breasts, "But do you understand?" he finished his work and standing moved through the room to his bedchamber reemerging with one of his own tunics. He indicated she should raise her arms and pulled it down over her head. He was taller than her so the tunic was long on her, and due to his wide shoulders it caused the neckline to show a bit of her breasts, but then again no more than her torn blouse would have. He then pulled her to him, holding her close, again as he would an equal, "I hope you do not hate me for the desire I once had for your mother." he said softly.
 
"How could I hate you for feeling that which most felt for her Valen?" Elia allowed herself to arch slightly into his hand where it smoothed the healing salve over Raine's scratch.

"How could I ever hate you for anything? You have ever been kind to me, well..."

Remembering the spanking for cutting his hair, "mostly anyway."

Elia's soft laughed tinkled through the silence of the room, stirring Raine while she slept.

Taking a deep breath, forcing herself to face her fear of his answer and what that could mean to their future, she asked that which had resided within her for so many years.

"Valen, have you any .. true feelings for me? Other than... than as a child of your heart?"

Her chest stilled as she held her breath, wishing with all her might, offering her prayers to all the Goddesses she could remember that his answer would be as she hoped.
 
he held her close to him as he considered his hand idly stroking through her blonde hair. "I have cared for you for a long time, I can even tell you I love you." he said, "I never considered you as..." he blushed, "As a sexual creature until about 5 minutes ago, so I would like to say yes, I have feelings like that for you but I just don't know yet, I mean other than the few idle fantasies." he blushed, trying to clamp down on such hoping she wouldn't catch too many of the details, "I guess I never let myself truly explore them or the possibility they could come true though." he said. He considered his next words, "Like today, "When you held Raine, you were so gentle. That was not the first time I wondered what those gentle hands would be like on me. Of course I kept any thoughts like that suppressed, for for so long it was not allowed between us." he said, "It was unthinkable." he kept waiting for her to pull away, almost feared it, feared that she would think him wrong for fantasizing about her. Here he was, the perfect distant teacher, admitting to secretly having sexual fantasies of her pleasing him, and it was obvious that they bothered him, he felt that such thoughts were wrong, and guilt, embarrassment and lust vied for space on his face.
 
"I too have had fantasies Valen." Elia's face blushed slightly, the memories of only a few moments ago fresh in her mind.

"The Festival Night, when you came to our home and brought Talon with you. I dreamed of being her, I prayed to the Goddesses to let me be her. I wanted to feel, to experience what you gave her that night."

Elia's chest rose and fell more rapidly as her imagination ran with the picture. Talon's long, red hair splayed out on Valen's pillow while he took her. Elia shivered in Valen's arms, her large nipples hardening against his chest.

"I knew it was wrong, we are all taught how wrong it is to desire one younger or one older than ourselves. But, no matter what I did, no matter how much I tried to turn my thoughts from it, from you; it never worked. I dreamed of you, I felt you. Even separated by distance, I could feel your desires, your lust, Valen, for others but never for me." Elia's cheeks lit up again but she forced herself to continue.

"As each year passed, the feeling grew stronger. Do you remember the summer months when I would not allow you to put your arms around me to guide my arrow onto the bowstring? How angry you got? Accusing me of being a rebellious, evil child? You told me I was deliberately disobeying my father's wishes to cause him pain and to cause you public embarrassment." Elia sighed at the memory.

"How could I tell you that I could not bear to have your arms wrapped around me thusly, the pain it caused me in knowing how badly I wanted them there? So instead, I accepted the punishment metted out by my father and recommended by you. At least the pain of that subdued the other pain, for a time.

Elia lifted her blue eyes to his, his height so much greater than hers. His own gaze was yet again unreadable, as though her words were being analyzed catagorized, labeled and filed. It was a quality within him that not only angered her but intriqued her. She quelled the urge to pull away from him and stomp her foot as though still a child, wishing for more of a reaction from him that that of a teacher and a friend.
 
his eyes saw into the past as he remembered that night with Talon long ago. "Little one that night with Talon did not go well, she asked that another man, one of your cousins join us. Normally I would not have minded for Feilien is a good man, however she made me watch as they pleasured each other. No one saw to my needs, it was the only festival I did not enjoy. She told me that is what I deserved for making her wait too long before I asked her to the festival. I kept wishing There was someone else there that could please me. I will admit I almost went to you, child and all. I thought it was because you were the closest feemale. Could it have instead been my own feelings of trust in you? Trust that you would take care of me?" he asked his face turning red, "Or could it have been your gift crying out to me because of my pain? Did you even know how badly it went?" he asked softly.
 
Shaking her head against his shoulder, her long blonde hair cascading over his strong arms, she tried to think back.

"No, how could I Valen? I didn't know... I don't know... what truly goes on between... a man and a woman." Elia had seen animals mate of course. Many couplings between mammals as well as other species was not always gentle. Many were. She supposed it depended on what the male needed at the time, how great his lust was or how great the need to expand the population. She had not thought much of it until these past few years. Now, she found she sought out the animal world during the time of mating, to watch, to learn, to feel.

"I knew that after that, Talon chose the other, Feilien. I knew she chose him because she could control him. I also knew, as I know now, that no one; man or woman could control you Valen."

Elia smiled up at him, his handsome face still mere inches from hers.

"I will not lie and say I am not, pleased it did not go well. Had it gone as she had planned, you would nae be standing here, holding me in your arms, Valen."
 
he nodded, "You are probably right, but she did not choose him till later that night she wanted me to suffer." he shrugged, "I don't even know why I am telling you this, why would you care, you just brought her up." Valen looked away obviously embarrassed oncemore, "Are you hungry?" he finally asked trying to stear the conversation to more solid footing. There was so much to absorb so quickly, that he covered up his thinking with a innocent question.
 
"Yes, I am starving!"

Elia's innate good spirits and easy disposition returned quickly.

"I have nae eaten since before the sun rose this morning. Let me help you, Valen."

Elia moved to slip out of his arms then hesitated, she needed to know. She had to know, at least to feel some of what he felt. Her arms lifted, encircling his chest. She lifted her face to his, her lips wet where she had just licked to moisten them.

"Valen, kiss me please... just once, this night?" Elia held her breath, waiting.
 
"If I kiss you little one I will want more." he wispered softly his hand cupping her cheek, "I wouldn't burdon you with my desire." he said softly, however he did not pull away and his eyes said yes he did want to kiss her.
 
Elia moved closer, lifting her lips even further towards his face. Her breath brushed against his lips, tickling them with her essence and allure.

"Why would you want more Valen? Does the gift call to you, beckoning you to take it? Or it it more, is there more? Is it me you wish to taste sweet Valen? Or the gift?"

She knew she taunted him, she needed him to make a choice. She needed to know he chose her above all others in his life.
 
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