elven seduction: open to one female

Elia laughed delightedly at his teasing and the thwack of his spoon on her wrists.

Her eyes turned pensive however, as she remembered another time in the distant past. He had used a large wooden spoon that time on her small bottom. It was the only time she could ever remember truly feeling pain by his hand.

And, it had been her fault. She had confessed her guilt to laying a trap and nearly fatally injuring the bully that had taunted her for so long. She had unknowingly used her gift to lure him into the trap, nearly killing him by doing so, her hatred and anger so fully aroused by his actions and words.

Elia looked up and smiled at Valen, dismissing the painful memories from her mind.

"You are a good teacher Valen and a good friend." Elia hesitated for the briefest moment,

"Valen, teach me... of the things I do not know. Please?" She waited, holding her breath for his response.
 
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"Your father once asked me to teach you such." he said softly, "I refused him, saying that it would violate the relationship I had with you." he bent forward cupping her cheek so he could look deep into her eyes. "But now that you ask me yourself, I would consider it an honor to teach you these things. Not because I was told to, but because I want to, want to show you the beauty in the world and of adulthood, because you want me to.." he said and kissed her again, it was as before, perhaps not as strong this time, for he knew his control was weakening and they still needed to eat, but just another hint of what might come later.
 
Elia returned his kiss passionately. She had been kissed before by elven boys her own age, but nothing compared to this. His lips seared hers, calling forth something from deep within her she neither understood or comprehended.

She felt chilled when he released her and lowered her head to finish her stew. It was then she felt the strange rift again, the rip within the sky as though a knife had sliced open its very fabric.

Elia turned her eyes to the window, looking up, expecting to see a droplet of blood fall from the heavy rain clouds. She saw nothing, save the dark clouds and rain drops as they rained from the heavens.

"I felt it again Valen, the strange rip. What could it be?" Elia felt the tension rise again, the hairs on her delicately strong arms rose as though an enemy were near.
 
He shook his head, "That I do not know."
he finished his stew and stood up checking the tension on his bowstring twanging it softly. As rare was it for Valen to string his bow, it was rarer fstill for him to keep the weapon strung.
"I don't like this." he said softly, "I want you close to me tonight, and not just because I want you there warming the chill from me, I would feel better if I knew you were safe."
He touched her shoulders lightly, "We'll keep our eyes open." he said softly.
 
Though she felt the tension of danger surrounding them, Elia could not help but smile at his words. How many years had she dreamed of hearing him speak to her thusly? She felt her core tighten, imagining the things he would teach her and more importantly, do to her as the night progressed.

"I am always safe in your care Valen. I have always been and will always be."

She leaned forward, delighting in the freedom to kiss him as her heart desired now.
 
seeing her desire he helped her to her feet and bent his head kissing her, although this time it was a short yet still amazing kiss. "You are going to drive me to distraction woman." he teased running hands down her hair which had always fascinated him. "Now you know why I always told you I should comb out your hair so you didn't get it in knotts, even after you proved much better at taking care of it than I did." he said flushing, "I've always found it fascinating." he added.
 
"And why do you think I continued to get the knots and tangles in my hair Valen? Did you never wonder why I could not or did not learn to care for it appropriately?"

Elia melted beneath his kiss, wanting so much more. Her entire being wrapped around his desire and his lust. Her gift fought to surface, to draw him into her as she needed. Elia pushed the gift down, knowing as she did this was not the right time.

The tension in the air outside had risen, even the animals within and without felt it now. Raine stirred and woke, the hairs along her spine rose as she mewed plantively.
 
He laughed, "I always wondered, since I've seen you take amazing care of it. Speaking of it, I should redue my own, encase I need to fight, "I should have you brade it." he mused, "What do you think?" he asked softly. Walking over to bend down and pet Raine, "Its alright girl, I know I feel it too." the cat gentled under his touch but continued to have her fur stand on end. He tried to hide his worry from his face, not wanting Elia to see it, but the fact he wouldn't meet her gaze gave it away, not worry for himself of course, but for her and the others he considered under his care.
 
"I would be honored to braide your hair Valen."

Elia moved to cross the room when the bright light struck just outside the window of the cottage. Raine leapt from her bed, escaping to hide beneath Valen's large four poster bed in the farthest corner of the room.

Elia blinked several times, trying to clear the spots from her eyes. Her head ached from looking directly into the blinding light, her hand rose instinctively to shield her eyes.

"Valen? What is it?"

Elia had learned long ago to hide her fear and channel it into defensive action; still, this was something she had never encountered before. Her hands groped the air in her semi-blindess, for Valen.
 
Valen was there his hand finding hers. He pulled her gently behind him and peared outside, his eyes both hurting in the normal spectrum and in the infrored spectrum. "Looks like one of the trees got hit by lightning." he responded, "But it startled me too, We're on such edge tonight that e're jumping at shadows. I will have to tend to the tree in the morn." he said softly. He turned and brought her close to him sensing her fear. His arms were strong and warm, "Everything is fine." he wispered into her hair as he layed his cheek on the top of her head.
 
Elia found herself enfolded by his strong arms. She had no idea where the sudden fear had come from. It seemed almost a live entity as it overwhelmed her. Perhaps it was the loss of her sight for a moment, that also being one of her most hidden fears.

Valen had taught her to face her fears, thus making her stronger. She had never told Valen of this one, it seemed to personal, to childish to voice. Yet, it was there within her, at times surfacing as it had a moment ago.

She felt his lips on the top of her head, the energy he projected into her of safety and warmth. She projected that which she felt. The desire to feel him within her. The need to know him as a man, not only as a teacher and an elder.
 
he slowly lifted her head. There was nothing hurried in the way he gently smoothed back her beautiful hair from her delicate face. Then, he kissed her. It was initially supposed to be a gentle kiss showing his understanding for her fears, but their combined desire, and caring for one another made the kiss so much more. Valen pulled her completely against him for the first time. He could feel her breasts against his stomach and figured she could feel his desire as it grew. He gently broke the kiss and just gazed into her beautiful sapphire eyes his face showing all the emotions he felt, protectiveness, caring, lust, and perhaps even love of a sort.
 
Elia's blue eyes sparkled with love as he looked down at her. Never in a million years did she dream his lips would move her like this. It took all of her willpower to withhold the gift, it screamed within her vying for its release.

She had to know Valen claimed her of his own free will, not because it was what she wanted or her gift needed and craved. His hands rubbed her back lightly but firmly, she moved her hips beneath them.

Pressing forward, she felt his manhood against her belly and shivered. The young girl in her longed to stomp her foot and beg that he take her right there and then. The woman relished the long, sweet kisses and soft, gentle touches of this powerful man.
 
Valen was about to kiss her again when he heard a noise, it started as the howl of a wolf but cot off abruptly as if the animal's head had been chopped off in mid howl. Valen swore fluently. He had not told Elia he had called in the pack to guard the house, and he knew well the death howl like that, he also knew the very elven scream of pain cut off abruptly that followed. Valen had his swords in hand in an instant, he only had time to grab short sword, which gave him short sword and dagger, which would be good enough. He grabbed his bow, "You know the signal, 3 then two, three than two." he repeated, "Do not open the door to any other. He answered her question, "The first was one of the wolves, yes I called them in. The second sounded like kiayen...dying." he said finally adding the last word. He checked his bow and moved to the door. The order remember the signal three raps than two would signal it was him and she should let him in, which meant he wanted her to stay inside. He did not look back as he made it to the door and shut it behind him.
 
Elia had no time to question Valen as he left through the front door. She bolted it firmly behind him, grabbing her bow and quivers. The quivers she slung across her back, giving her easy access should she have the need.

Moving quickly towards the fireplace, still blazing hot, she retrieved her short sword. Elia placed it near her feet, propped against the large stone hearth. Her dagger still rested within its sheath on her leather belt.

She felt a slight anger rise at Valen for not having told her of his call to the Wolves. Her heart told her he did it out of his need to protect her. Her woman’s mind scolded her for allowing him to treat her as though she were still a child.

Elia heard the footsteps then the pounding on the heavy oaken door. This was not Valen, this was someone or something else. Her ears deciphered many more footsteps outside Valen’s home. At least seven, no, ten bodies surrounded the small cottage. She sniffed the air, fighting the urge to spit.

Humans! Their smell turned her stomach. The pounding increased. Elia sited the first arrow, aiming for the door as it released it hinges against the onslaught of the human males. Her arrow rang true, piercing the throat of the huge beast. The second came at her, screaming in a language she could not understand. Her second arrow pierced the frontal cavity of his brain, blood rained down on the shards of door laying near the head of the first dead human.

The others moved in too quickly for her to draw again. Elia dropped her bow, lifting her short sword with her right hand while unsheathing her dagger with her left. The entire house trembled around her, the two front supporting beams pulled from their moorings. The slate roof collapsed, showering Elia with debris. A ceiling joist let loose, crushing Elia beneath it, the weight resting on her right hand, her short sword lost beneath.

She heard their grunting sounds and awkward movements as they dug through the debris looking for her. Their smell nearly made her wretch. The pain in her hand and arm excruciating, she made no sound.

Elia clutched her dagger in her left hand. She took three calming breaths, praying to the Goddesses for strength. One of the humans saw her and turned, laughing to one of the others. His mistake as Elia thrust her dagger into his thick neck. He grabbed the wound, gurgling incoherently before flailing backward.

The heavy joist was lifted from her hand, releasing the flow of blood through Elia’s arm. She screamed in agony, trying to clutch it to her chest. A huge human moved forward, kicking her arm away to place his foot solidly on the injured hand, pressing it to the floor. Elia screamed again as pain shot through her hand into her arm and up her shoulder.

That one laughed and lifted his foot as another forced her dagger from her small hand, twisting her wrist cruelly as he tore it from her grasp. A third grabbed a handful of her long hair, lifting her bodily from the wreckage as though she weighed nothing at all to him.

Elia was overwhelmed with the sickening smell of human. They laughed as they pulled her completely free, dragging her through what was left of Valen’s home into the rainy night and away from the one man she loved above all others.
 
Valen moved, seeing the group of humans he drew an arrow, he took out at least three before they were inn two close. Valen was a talented swordsman and moved through them a wind of death. But they came more and more pushing him back to the house. Valen lost his dagger and then extended his left hand pointing three fingers at the next incoming soldier, and three golden missiles shot from his finger tips to strike the human in the chest killing him. Suddenly there was a roar and Valen turned to watch a fireball slam into the remains of his house. Valen swore as he saw the men Carrying Elia away. He tried to cast more magic, to fight closer, but he was struck from behind. Valen's world went black.

"Commander, the elf's down." one human reported to his leader who currently was yanking on Elia's hair taunting her. He spoke in common a language that Elia should know some of due to Valen's lessons. The leader responded in a regional dialect and the rest of them laughed.

Valen awoke slowly raising his head he looked around him, finding only bodies, and the reck of his house. He sat up rubbing his head. And swore that the enemy would pay.
 
Elia twisted and thrashed against the strength of the three humans dragging her along. Two led the way, two trailed behind, all battle ready.

Elia kicked out, catching the one on her left in the crotch, felling him in agony. She understood little of their words, so guttural was their tone. The one on the right grabbed her injured hand, twisting it cruelly behind her, forcing her to her knees.

"Commander, the elf's down."

She did understand that, it rang clearly in her ears. Elia renewed her fight, clawing at the man holding her hair with her left hand. He moved quickly for a human to stand directly in front of her. The man she injured rose as though to attack her. The leader, the one they had called Commander, stopped him with a mere hand movement.

"Later Tanik, later my friend."

He smiled at Elia, enjoying her torment. One hairy hand snaked out, slapping her across the face. Elia's vision blurred, she felt her lip swell and bleed. Still, she made no sound.

"That is for injuring my friend here. And this..." The Commander bent, lowering his face in front of hers. His grayish eyes glared with a madness Elia could not define.

"This.. is for me Elf woman...." He ground his lips into hers, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth before sinking his teeth into her soft flesh, drawing blood.
 
The man Elia had kicked still looked angry and cursed her roundly. "For that I hope I killed your bastard elven lover. How would you like that little whore, would you like it if he's dead? You know you wanted a real man like commander gran there." he said in common. He had seen a flash of recognition in her eyes when he had said something in that language so decided to use it to taunt her.
 
Valen had woken up hours later, and knew that they would be far ahead of him. Gathering what gear he could find, his sword his dagger, bow arrows and a spear he picked up he headed off. At the moment they were easy to track. He moved swiftly but it wouldn’t be until dawn until he could catch them, for he was still dizzy from the blow. However he pushed himself relentlessly onward.
 
The Commander released Elia's lip slowly, savoring the taste of her blood. Elia tasted the blood mixed with his saliva and spat it out at him. The feel of his mouth on hers, his vile smell and the overwhelming combination of his anger and lust combined to try and force her gift from within her.

Elia would not allow it, but the words of his companion nearly choked her, making it obvious to them that she did understand their words.

"For that I hope I killed your bastard elven lover. How would you like that little whore, would you like it if he's dead? You know you wanted a real man like commander gran there," he said in common.

The sudden pain forced Elia to double over. It could not be true, it would not be true. If Valen were dead, she would know it, feel it. He was alive and he was coming for her. She clung to that hope above all else.
 
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as the commander pulled back from Elia blood and saliva mixed and dripped from her lip and his," he smerked, "That was just a taste of what's to come, you will pay for what you and your friend did to my men." Unconsciously one of the other men translated Gran's words into common. It was doubtful she understood all of the common, however she would understand more than from the regional dialect.
They were stopped for a moment, and the reason why they were soon became apparent as a hooded figure joined them. "Good, you got her."" a voice said in common with an unmistakeable elven accent. He walked up to her lifted her chin with one long slender pale finger and smerked. "So you're Iyana's spaun," he addressed her in elven, "Or should I say That bastard Valen's whore?" he said smerking. His face was hidden mostly by the hood but his smerk was visible, so were his penetrating dark eyes. Valen had once told her of a criminal, a long time friend of his, who ended up being a criminal, but he had not told her much about him. The one fact he had mentioned was the dark eyes, almost black. He had also said he was cast out branded a dark elf, but no one had seen or heard of him since, however Valen had always sworn he would return.
The dark one turned to gran and the other men, "You did not kill the bastard Valen did you?" there were a few shrugs and then Tanic spoke, "I clubbed him over the head he'll be after us, a few hours with any luck."

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e dark one smiled at this news, "Good, I wanted to kill that one myself.

"What of her gift The commander, known as Gran asked the elf."
the dark one only waved his hand dismissively. "Do not worry, it will nmanifest itself eventually, she might require a more...learned touch to start with." he said and smiling he reached out taking two fingers he teased the tip of one of her ears, something that would be taken as an invitation as good as saying he wanted to lay with her, that is in normal elven sosiety. He was obviously doing this to taunt her and get her worked up, and it was obvious that if he did it enough her gift would probably respond due to her sexual arousal that would come with the treatment.. Mostly because it gave the elf much pleasure if they were touched lightly, or much pain if they were manipulated harshly. He smiled, "You will come to recognise whore that I am the giver of pain or pleasure, please me, and you get pleasure." he said, and stroked her ear again, "Displease me and you will find yourself in much pain." with that he took the same two fingers and slammed them into a nerve center in her shoulder causing her right arm to burst into flaring pain.

"Lets move now." The elf commanded, and Commander Gran repeated this order unnecessarily in his gutteral tongue.

Once the elf joined them they moved much more rapidly, Elia being carried fully rather than dragged between two men.
 
Valen was forced to stop and rest after he had been on the road for a bit, his head was hurting. He meditated for a short while collecting his strength. He could tell that she was at least in a party of 8, possibly more. After some time he came to a place where the prints stopped and milled around, and another pair of boots joined theirs. These weren't the harsh riding boots of the humans, these were soft boots similar to his own. These were the teltail prints of an elf, male judging by the size. Here also was where the print/drag marks from Elia's feet ended suggesting to Valen that she now was being carried. Valen was very disturbed by the presence of an elf, that could mean that there was more going on here than a simple human raid. That would explain the anticipation of his magic, what little he could bring to bare, and how the humans had approached so stealthily. He was bothered by these notions to say the least. He slowly continued on not wanting to over take them if they stopped abruptly, he hoped they wouldn't do too much harm to Elia before he could get to her, and figure out how to rescue her.
"Get them alone and kill them one at a time." he murmered to himself, that was assuming of course he could do this before they rejoined an army or something of the like.
 
It was obvious that Tanic especially of the soldiers distrusted and disliked the elf, but as commander had so aptly grunted in their native tongue, "He is the one paying, he is in charge."
Were it up to Tanic he would have her on the ground now, who gave a hoot about this strange gift, she was a nice piece of ass, and he wanted that. He ended up being the one to hold her, and would occasionally grope her breast smerking at her, "Maybe he's wrong, maybe I'm right, maybe your precious elf friend is dead. I hope so, he doesn't deserve your pretty little cunt. He wouldn't know what to do with you anyway. I bet he hasn't even touched you. Oh is that right? He hasn't defiled you has he?" he said smerking at her, "Maybe your precious elf is gay. That's it he wasn't man enough for you." he taunted as he helped to carry her.
 
"You will come to recognize whore, that I am the giver of pain or pleasure, please me, and you get pleasure." he said, and stroked her ear again, "Displease me and you will find yourself in much pain." He took the same two fingers and slammed them into a nerve center in her shoulder causing her right arm to burst into flaring pain.

His touch did not effect Elia as he assumed. Only those she chose to effect her in that way could, but she said nothing, allowing him to think otherwise. That he was an Elf was more disturbing than his inappropriate touch of her small ears. She looked into his face, trying to see past the large hood covering it in shadow. Her instinct told her this was the one Valen had spoken of in the past, the one now banished from Elfen Society.

Elia lowered her eyes, unwilling to reveal her recognition of him.

Sharp, flaring agony burst through her shoulder traveling down the damaged tissues of her arm to curl within her mangled hand. Elia fell to her knees, her scream echoed throughout the camp; bringing smiles to most of the humans within it. She could no longer stand, the pain greater than she ever thought she might bear.

The one called Tanic lifted her roughly off the ground, the pain in her hand and arm increased when he tightened his arms around her. Elia kicked out in vain as another of the humans grabbed her legs, holding them tightly together. They carried her like a hemp sac, uncaring of her injuries or her dignity.

Tanic delighed in curling his arms ever tighter around her to grab and fondle her breasts, often pulling hurtfully on the nipples beneath Valen's tunic. Elia closed her ears to their words, she knew Valen was not dead. She felt his presence, though far off, she knew he was behind them, tracking them, planning their deaths.

Elia planned the death of Tanic in particular as they traveled further and further from her home. It would not be swift and it would not be pleasant.
 
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