elven seduction: open to one female

"Yes the gift calls, but it is not really it, or at least I do not feel it is. It is the fact that I have lain with no woman in almost a year, I have put up walls to not need any, and you have broken them. You are highly desireable, and now that I see you as a sexual object if I kissed you I would want more...I would want my fantasies to come true." he said softly sounding just the slightest bit vulnerable, something that was not common for him.
 
Elia pulled from his arms and looked to the ground.

"Then we shall eat Valen, the storm has subsided some and though it is late, I will make my way back to my father after we stop these rumblings within our stomachs."

Elia turned to hide the pain in her eyes from him. He could not understand what she asked of him and perhaps, she had been wrong and the feelings she perceived were her own, reflected back to her by the gift.

Moving towards the small maple cutting board, she sliced the tomatoes deftly. Knife in hand, she spoke to him over her shoulder without turning to look into his eyes.

"I am no fantasy Valen. I am mere flesh and blood, spirit and passion. I am just a woman Valen, just a woman."

Her shoulders shook with the strain of holding back the hurt and the tears.
 
"Dammit Elia, that's what I mean!" he exploded in obvious frustration, "I was trying to spare you from my lust, my lust For, you," he anunciated these last words, "God you are so tempting and inviting and I didn't even see it before. I would not ask you to make my desires come true, this is why I would not kiss you, then I would want your hands in my hair, on my skin." he broke off blushing, "Yeah." he sighed and threw himself onto the daybed spralling out and covering his eyes, the different emotions and desires warred inside his head. But it was obvious that her misunderstanding of his atempt to explain himself had hurt, he seemed angry with himself.
 
Elia reacted immediately, moving towards the bed where he had sprawled. She moved slowly, sitting on the bit of bed left to his left side.

Reaching up she removed his hands from his eyes. For a brief moment her eyes looked deeply into his, drinking in his emotions, his essence, his lust and his fantasies all together, as one.

She leaned down, placing her soft lips on his. Meaning to pleasure him, she found pleasure herself. His lips were warm, strong and pliant beneath hers. Elia sighed and closed her eyes, snaking her hands behind his neck to press more fully into his lips.
 
he gently returned her kiss a soft moan coming from his throat, one of almost longing he hadn't really known how much he had wanted this until she kissed him. He gently pulled her down so she lay beside him half atop him and snaked his hands through her hair as he continued to kiss her, as if he were drowning and she was his only air.
 
Elia melted into his embrace, shivering as he pulled her down to him. Her most desired wish was coming true and she reveled in it. She felt his hands tangle in her long hair and trembled violently, need him to need her; wanting him to want her.

Her own feelings and passions projected onto him as his were onto her, their energy flared, brightening their passion and lust; urging them to things much quicker and much farther than either had planned.
 
he kissed her softly for a long time before pulling back. His eyes were shimmering, as if he were trying not to show his tears, "Thank you." he wispered. "I have not been kissed like that...I'vever been kissed like that." he stroked his hand down her hair, "How did I not see you earlier?" he asked softly his fingers curling through the strands marvling at the feeling.
 
Elia moved away slightly as he broke the kiss. She suddenly felt cold and alone.

"How did I not see you earlier?" he asked...

Smiling down into his bright green, glistening eyes, she answered quietly,

"You saw me Valen. You saw me as I was and as I am. I am still that little girl, deep inside. The one you make laugh with your teasing. The one you site to anger so easily with your criticism, the one you make cry when you show your love of animals and all things living. The one you brought to womanhood with your calm acceptance of her and what she is. All these things, I am. And should you desire it, all these things are yours Valen.

I offer them to you willingly and earnestly, should you wish to take them.
"
 
He blushed and held her head to his shoulder in answer, which clearly said without words please don't go. He was preparing to kiss her again when his stomach rumbled, he flushed, "Well, as they say, all good things must come to an end." he sat up helping Elia up, "What do you say we get some food, and...explore the possibilities of where this might lead later?" he asked softly. He couldn't believe how his life was changing but, he was pretty sure he liked it, and as she said she was still the same young woman, the one he had always loved, but now he was realizing he could love her on a different level. He pulled her to him for another embrace unable to resist, burying his face against her neck, his lips grazing it softly, although he made sure not to move to her ear, he was hungry, and he did not want his invitation, his desire for her to be too obvious.
 
Elia shivered at the implied suggestion that more was to come that night. Her stomach answered his, growling loudly.

"If we do not do something about our complaining stomachs, Valen, we will be unable to ... explore anything further this night." Yet again, her face burned with heated embarrassment.

Making quick use of the ingredients within his kitchen, Elia prepared a small stew type casserole, using many of the vegetables found in the garden outside. She scrubbed the kitchen area clean, taking care to replace the very sharp knives within the hand-carved knife block near his sink.
 
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he nodded and set to work, he suspended the hook over the fireplace for her to put the pot in to cook, Valen rarely ate meat. Some elves were completely vegitarian, however Valen had been in situations where it was eat meat or starve, however he did not enjoy it. There were others who hunted freely for meat. Valen was somewhere in the middle, his eating habbits often followed a schedule, during the growing season when vegetables were common he often went completely vegitarian, and during the leaner winter he would indulge in hunting for sustinence. He watched Elia move, she was certainly beautiful, why did things he had regarded as perfectly normal suddenly seem so different. He hoped she didn't notice his staring, or if she did that she would not be upset by it.
 
Knowing his aversion to meat, Elia placed only vegetables in the water. Searching through his cupboards she added the spices she knew he preferred. Most were grown near his home but some she had brought from her father's garden, these he had always seemed to like the most.

The vegetables were overripe at this time of year and would not take long to cook. The fire spewed heat into the small cottage, the flames throwing dancing shadows on the ceiling and walls.

Elia helped Valen place the pot on the hook, careful not to spill any of the water as they worked quietly together. They had done this hundreds of times in the past, yet this night it felt different.

She felt the warmth of his fingers as they clasped the handle near hers. She could smell his sweet breath as they bent together to place it on the strudy hook. Each look brought a frission of tension between them, the promise of things to come and things to learn.
 
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"I should make a round of the house." he said softly his voice then took on a note of command, "Stay here would you?" he ask/ordered. "I won't be but a few moments I don't plan to leave my land but I just would feel better if i looked." his eyes flicked to Raine and then back to Elia, it was obvious that Valen's bad feeling he had had earlier was back, and the warrior knew better than to ignore such feelings. "You can wistle if you need me, You remember how, correct?" he asked, "If you do it right I am sure I won't be the only elf to respond, for as you know it is a well used elven war signal." It resembled the call of a rare bird in these parts any more, although outsiders thought the birds stil abundant for they fcould not tell the difference between a real one and an elf as could one of the trained elven soldiers and select civilians.
 
Elia stood, adjusting the over-large tunic he had placed over her head. One shoulder slipped off as she bent to place the pot on the hook, nearly displaying her entire breast to his eyes. She felt his eyes linger there and shivered with the knowledge that he wanted her.

His tone changed when the air shifted subtly around them. Elia felt it too. A difference in the earth, even in his house. Raine moved uncomfortably in her sleep, curled on the soft bedding Valen had made for her.

His command rankled but she knew better than to argue when he was in warrior mode.

"Yes, I remember the whistle, you taught me well Valen."

She smiled up at him, trying to impart her trust in his abilities as a warrior, a teacher and a man.

Elia moved quickly to retrieve her bow and quivers. Her knife still sheathed at her waist, clinging tightly to the leather belt of her slacks.

She placed her hand on his arm as he made for the door, worry apparent on her face.

"Take care, Valen, yes?"
 
he nodded to her, "Yes, you know I will." he stood for a long moment regarding his matching short and long swords hanging over the mantle, and decided to forgo the blades. He had his knife of course. "Keep your eyes open." he commanded softly.

Valen moved through his property like a shadow, making no sound as he walked. Try as he might he could not find anything amiss. He made it to the next house over and saw kaiyen sharpening his sword outside his house. "So you sensed it too?" he asked the older elf. The man merely nodded. Valen emparted the story of his cat and the damage that had been done her. Kaiyen spat.

"Humans probably." he said darkly, "Orcs aren't this sneaky, and goblin's aren't this smart." he sighed and rose to go back into his house. "Keep an eye out Valen, I don't much like the feel of the air."
Valen nodded his agreement and almost shivered, for the older elf's words were accompanied by a crack of thunder.

Valen returned home to find the soup smelling up the house. He entered silently, his eyes sweeping the room to make sure everything was as it should be. He moved to check on Raine, and saw she was sleeping, if fitfully. He then turned to Elia, "Is all well?" he asked, "I searched the grounds, but neither I or Kaiyen could find anything out of the norm." even as he spoke the feeling persisted. It was part of his danger sense as a warrior, it was prickling at the back of his neck as if there were a bunch of spiders crawling there. Valen moved to Elia resting his hands on her shoulders, as if to reassure himself she was solid and unharmed.
 
Elia turned quickly at Valen's entrance. She had felt his presence as he renentered his Lands, but the sound of the door opening startled her still. She had been tense and uneasy since his leaving and found great relief at his returning.

Looking up into his beautiful face, she smiled, though tensely.

"I am well Valen. Though, I felt a ripple. It was though..."

She wrinkled her blonde brows in thought, trying to work through the conflicting emotions bombarding her senses.

"It was though there were a rip in the sky somehow. It was more than thunder but less than lightening. Did you feel it as well Valen?"
 
he shook his head, "No but it sounds like you were sensing magic. If someone is using a dementional door spell to transport people from one place to another, I suppose it, conceiveably could leave such a disturbance for the sensative to detect." His own dark brows furrowed with concern. however he relaxed a bit after some thought. "It could always have been elves moving faster employing such a spell. Either way, we'll keep our eyes open."
Valen leaned his bow against the table, so it was close to hand, though knew that if someone came through the door he would hardly have a good shot in the confined house. "Is the stew ready little one?" he asked and then looked away, "Forgive me." he added, "I have used that name with such affection for so long now, I forget you are a woman and should not be called such."
 
Elia removed the quivers from her back; setting her bow alongside Valen's. She turned to him, smiling.

"Yes, the stew is ready. Although it will be much better tomorrow as the spices simmer, it will do for now to fill our bellies."

Though she was small and he towered above her, she felt no fear of him. In truth, his size and demeanor sent shivers of pleasure through her body.

"I... do not mind the endearment Valen. You have used the term since I was a child, and now that I am no longer... a child I mean.." She looked away, allowing her own emotions to come forth from deep within her.

"I enjoy hearing you say it. Although, the meaning seems different to me now, somehow. Is it the same for you Valen?"
 
"No little one it is not the same as it once was, and has not been for some time." he gathered her into his arms smiling down at her, "For a while I realize it has merely referred to your small stature, and delicate beauty. But even than you are now a woman I couldn't start calling you big one or something strange like that now could I." he smiled again, "Although with my new discoveries it seems to be changing still more. And perhaps one day I can add that one extra word and make you My Little One." he said looking away and raising his hand to scratch his jaw trying to hid his slight blush at saying such a thing. He had known for years that her father either wanted Valen to marry Elia, or help find someone worthy for her to wedd. However, now as he searched his feelings he did not see himself being comfortable were she to be with another. He had not had desire for her, or not let himself feel it until today, but he was finding that it had been there for quite a while, learking...just outside his perception.
 
Elia reveled in his blatant affection and desire for her. She moved within his arms, lifting her face to his, desirous of his heated kiss.

"Valen, you would truly wish to call me yours?"

Her smile lit the room with its intensity. Her inner glow spread, enveloping him within its warmth and light.

"Nothing would make me happier, or prouder Valen. To ... to belong to you completely. Heart, soul and body as is our way."
 
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"I have come to realize that I would not want you with any other. I care for you too much, my heart would cry out in pain were I to lose you to another." he said softly. He stood oncemore so he was again much taller than she, and stroked his hand down her hair, "Why would you want me," he said jokingly as he helped to ladle stew from the pot into two bowls, having her hold the bowls as he did so.
 
Elia turned her face into his palm even as she ladled the stew into the hand carved bowls.

"Why would I not Valen? And why would you question my feelings? You are honorable, strong and wise. You have great love in your heart for all things and although perhaps a bit of a temper, you do not strike out with it to hurt others."

Elia smiled, taking one of the bowls from his outstretched hand. Moving to the table she waited for him to sit and took her place in the comfortably made chair next to him.

"I think perhaps there is much about you I do not know as well." Her face blushed crimson.

"Elven women do ... talk Valen." Again her face heated with embarrassment.

"I know of your.. prowess... ummm.. your ability to please women when you so choose. Your name has been the topic of many elven discussions around the Festival Fire and although my ears were too young to understand, my heart and my body responded in kind."

She looked back to him, finding his eyes on her.

"In truth, often the words hurt me, knowing as I did that I could never have you in that way. Still, the words also brought me great pride knowing as I did of my love for you, even then."
 
He blushed, "I was not aware I had a temper." he said, "And iIf I do it is only when someone I care for has been wronged." he said remembering his defense of her when some others were taunting her about how she had no mother. Valen had not needed to resort to force, when his voice went cold others listened, and obeyed. He gently reached out to run his hand down her hair as he thought of that.
When she spoke of his skill as it were he blushed, "You are too kind, I would not say I am possessed of any exceptional skill." he said in disagreement. He began to eat as he spoke watching her to see what else she might reveal.
 
"Of course you do not have a temper Valen." Elia's mood turned playful.

"I would never presume to believe that it was your temper that led you to spank me or your temper that placed me in in the corner during training because I taunted the boys. Or your temper that sent me to the creek to wash my mouth so many times for mimicing the language used by the older boys you trained. Let's see..."

Elia held up her fingers, literally counting off the number of times she had suffered the discpline metted out to her by Valen, even though in truth, she knew they had all been fair and just punishments.

Just as quickly, Elia's eyes turned to liquid pools of blue silver, her passion evident in the timbre of her voice,

"I would not say I am possessed of any exceptional skill..."

"As to your skills in that area... I can not attest to that as of yet, can I Valen?"

Elia allowed her small tongue to swirl around her pouty lips, leaving them glistening and slightly parted as she awaited his answer.
 
"I would guess you couldn't atest to that, no." he said flushing a bit, "And until today I did not even think you would want to know." he said, "And you know darned well those punishments were fare and just." he said twacking her on the wrist with his spoon playfully. "If I was so terrible why did you keep coming back?" he asked teasingly.
 
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