elven seduction: open to one female

Elia blushed furiously, seeing the man she has revered, loved, honored and trusted for most of her life on his knees in front of her.

"I have wanted nothing else for nearly as long as I can remember my Valen; but to belong to you completely. There is no one else for me, there never will be."

Elia brought his hand to her mouth, kissing his fingers one by one before kissing the pad of his palm and pressing it to her face.
 
Valen cupped her cheek stroking his thumb along her cheekbone. He leaned up kissing her, "I love you little one, my Elia." he murmered pressing his lips to hers softly his hand sliding into her blonde tresses, "I should brush this out," he murmered, "Will you let me?" he asked, wanting to do it for her, but also for himself, so he could feel the soft strands between his fingers, around his arms, he wanted to bury his face in it and smell her feminine smell, so clean and unique to her alone.
 
Elia looked up at Valen, love shining in her eyes for this man that had lain claim to her heart so long ago. Truly from the first time she had ever seen him or heard his voice.

"I am yours Valen, you need not ask my permission any longer."

She smiled brilliantly at him and reached for his hand, placing in with her long, blond tresses.

"I would love nothing better, save having you inside me, than having you brush that which now belongs to you, Valen."

Her body shivered with emotion, wanting him to understand the commitment she had just made to him, for life.
 
"I will remember that fact that I don't need to ask, next time you tease me in public and I want to fuck you right then and there." he teased, his fingers began to gently pick at the few tangles in her long soft hair. He smiled, bending her head back to kiss her from behind before going back to combing it out.
 
Elia's face blushed furiously at his words. This was a Valen she did not know personally, she had glimpsed this part of him with other elven women, but never with her. The thought made her smile and shiver as his hands pulled gently at the tangles in her hair. That he now saw her as a full fledged elfen woman brought moisture between her legs. Her nipples hardened and her breathing grew a bit more labored.

"Valen..." She breathed his name as his fingers continued to stroke the long, blond cascades of thick hair.
 
Valen stroked her hair lovingly teasing all the knotts out of it. Hearing his name murmered in that soft voice in a questioning tone, Valen leaned over, his lips near her ear, "Yes?" he asked softly, "Is something wrong Little one?" he asked.
 
Elia nodded her head no, turning her face to him. His fingertips were so close to her ear, the heat of it sent shivers through her body.

She reached up, breathed his name again and touched his hand; moving it the tiny amount need to cup her right ear. She moaned slightly, turning her head to place her ear in the palm of her hand.

Elia nuzzled him, rubbing her ear against his fingers. Her body telling him of her deep need, her craving. She closed her eyes, allowing her senses to drink him in. She could smell his maleness mixed with the sweet scent of the honey cakes. Elia lifted her face, seeking his lips yet never removing his large hand from the outer shell of her very sensitive ear.
 
Valen stroked the pad of his thumb around the shell of her ear, over the delicate point, "What do you want little one?" he asked teasingly, his voice low, seductive.
 
Elia shuddered beneath the soft, slow stroke of his finger on her ear. She couldn't get enough of him, she wanted him on her, in her every waking moment. Is then, what it was like for her mother? Did her mother feel this for only her father or was it for all men, no matter that there was love or not? The thought troubled her and she pushed it aside.

"You, Valen. Inside me, in my mouth, on me, surrounding me. I can't, I can't get enough of you. It's as though, when you are not within me, I am starving for you. I can't breath without you in me, without my body surrounding you. Please Valen?"
 
Valen was in the process of nodding his agreement, that he wanted her, when his sensative hearing heard something. Abruptly his outlook changed, his body stiffening, becoming alert. His relaxed easy posture was gone. He immediately pulled her closer to him, but not in a sexual way, in a much more protective possessive manner. He pushed her behind him and went to a half crouch scanning his surroundings.
 
Elia slid to the ground behind Valen, her leg suddenly a bigger liability than it had previously been. She could not crouch, could not run so she sat with her side to Valen's back, her leg stretched at an awkward angle, supported only by the cool ground.

She knew not to speak, not to voice her concerns or questions; Valen had been a good teacher. Looking down, Elia noted her knife in her hand, although she did not remember retrieving it from its sheath on her leg. Again, thanks to Valen and his continual insistence on her practicing the retrieval and sheathing of her blade over the long years he was her tutor.

Her eyes scanned the area behind him and to the sides, yet she could see nothing. Neither had she heard anything, which worried her tremendously. Before the attack, she would never have let her guard down to that extent, now, if it had not been for Valen, she might well have been dead at the hands of whomever or whatever was now stalking them.
 
After a few moments it became increasingly obvious that there was no immediate threat. Valen had reacted to something, his instincts, so close to the surface had reacted to something, and he was now on high alert. The fact there was no immediate threat was evident to anyone but valen at that moment. He saw Elia watching him, as he began to stalk around camp looking for a threat listening for something, no sound marred the normalcy of the animals around them, there was nothing. Valen refused to accept this fact, pacing looking quite agitated.
 
Elia was tense. Every muscle in her body on alert. The tension caused her hand and leg to ache; she shifted uncomfortably while sitting on the cooling ground, waiting for Valen to finish his inspection of the area.

She did not speak but remained silent. While Valen inspected one side of their small camp, her eyes kept watch on the other. It was a ritual they had developed years ago, now honed to perfection making them a formidable pair in the heat of battle. Only, she was now a liability to him and not an asset. Her leg should have healed many days ago, yet the slightest movement often brought excruciating pain. She tried to ease it by releasing the tension of her muscles now, but could not get the muscle to relax.

Minute by minute the muscles tightened, until finally it went into spasm's. Before she could subdue it, she let slip a slight moan, grabbing her leg with both hands as the pain increased, sending her falling back into the dirt, writhing as the pain turned into waves of hot fiery sensation piercing the delicately knit bones and muscles beneath the smooth, healed skin.

"Valen!"

She cried, knowing it could and probably would give away their location to whatever enemy lurked nearby.
 
Valen immediately came to her, "Relax little one, there is nothing wrong, I must be jumping at shadows." he said his hands gently beginning to smooth the cramps from the muscles. He had seen such things before, and although not the best healer, he did know a lot about muscles, from years of training himself and others. He worked at them his long fingers dancing over her skin, massaging the tension away. "Relax little one." he repeated as he worked, his voice calming from its tense note of a moment ago.
 
Elia looked up at Valen, hiding how much it hurt; how badly the leg ached. She dared not tell him least he exert too much of his own energy again to try and heal it further.

"Valen, we need to leave don't we? We can't stay here any longer, it's not safe. He knows where we are. We are like sitting ducks out in the open like this. I know you wanted to return to our village and I wouldn't allow it. Tell me what you, what we need to do and I will honor your wishes and abide by your always wise decision."

She shook slightly with the effort of putting on a strong facade for him. In truth, the thought of returning to their village filled her with terror.
 
Valen shrugged slightly, "We can try returning to the village, however we might be wiser to head further into the forest, where he won't go," he murmered, "You need more time to heal, there are rumors of a tallented healer in the foothills of the mountains, we could seek her out, if you wish." his face was pensive, "But you are right, I am too jumpy to remain here, Neither of us feel safe." he frowned as he considered, his hands never stilling on her leg gently rubbing it, one hand changing his touch to more of a caressing nature as it slowly crept higher. He seemed unaware of what he was doing even as he thought.
 
Elia responded to his touch, sighly softly; finally relaxing the tension that had flooded her body at his sudden alertness.

"How far into the forest do you think this healer is Valen? And I can't imagine a healer more powerful than you. I fear, I fear Malachi has set some sort of dark magic in me and it, it frightens me to be honest Valen."

There, she had admitted her fear to him. Her eyes glistened with worry and shame; a true warrior never displayed fear to anyone; Valen had taught her that himself.
 
Valen touched her now not just for her, but for himself. It had been a long time since he had admitted such feeling for someone, and now he was afraid the love would only bring her pain. "She shouldn't be more than a few days travel, maybe longer with your leg." he said softly, no sign of his fear for her, fears that echoed her own evident in his voice. Only in his green eyes could the fear be seen flitting around beneath the shields he erected even now, even here. "Forgive me little one for jumping at nothing and ruining the passion we could have shared." he looked down from her eyes to his hands on her leg and pulled his hands away, "I am afraid for you. Afraid that my loving you will bring you to harm. A part of me wishes I could take back this love, leave you without the threat to you, to leave you safe, but I cannot. I may have denied these emotions for a while, and did not understand I could feel them for you and not suffer rebuke or worse at your hands, but now that I can admit that I love you I cannot make this go away, and truthfully I would not if given the choice." his voice grew a bit more uncertain, "I need to know you do not resent me for my love, for bringing you into danger by my feelings. I need to know you would not feel better without me by your side." he said his eyes finally raising to her face, dreading her answer, fearing her rejection. He slowly brushed back his long black hair where it had obscured his face, he would not look weak to her. If this would be the last look he would have of her he would be proud a true warrior and look into her blue eyes framed by her long blonde hair, and face her rejection.

(ooc: To any and all loyal readers of this thread, for I know there were those who followed this thread at one time, how else did this thread pick up 100 hits a day. To these readers, and my friends here on lit, my absence has been unfortunate from lit, and with no warning save to those I RP'd with as well. I wish to offer you my sincerest appologies, and hope this thread will thrive once more and garner the interest it once seemed to have for you, the readers.
My second appology goes to Kyrie specifically, who has patiently waited for a post from me for over 3 months, not many would have held on to a thread of a story or a dream so long, nor has anyone enspired me to improve my writing half so much as she. Sometimes for a writer you reach a point of stagnation where your characters and stories all start to look the same, and then sometimes someone can come along and can enspire you to write a character that brings life back to that old image. The image may be the same as the others, but the reflexion is different. This thread was once that for me, brought creativity back to RPing for me, thanks to Kyrie, and with my sincerest appologies may it do so again.
Thank you for listening,
Gladiator)
 
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Elia stood with most of her weight on one leg, staring up at him in confusion. She didn't understand at all what he was trying to say at first. In fact, she thought he was telling her that he had made a mistake and decided against their mating, their coupling, their bond.

She felt the tears well up in her eyes but wouldn't allow them to fall. Not until Valen finished. He was declaring his love for her and asking her to declare hers, the bonding ceremony; the equivalent of a human marriage ceremony.

If she could have, Elia would have knealt at his feet as she declared her love to him.

"I have loved you since I was a child Valen. I loved you as my teacher, as my mentor, as my protector, but I have always loved you as a man. My darkest, deepest fantasy has always been that you might choose me above all others, but I dared not even wish it for you are so noble and strong and handsome and I am just .. me, just Elia, your student."

She wrapped her arms around him, burying her face in his gorgeous, long black hair before lifting her chin to gaze up into his glistening eyes.

"I could no more live without you Valen than I could live without air. You are my love and my life, forever."
 
He held her close pulling her into his lap where he knelt and gazed down into those blue eyes, "I love you Elia. So you do not want me to leave? Even though loving me puts you in danger?" he asked softly for he had to know, had to be sure. As he spoke his hands smoothed down her hair stroking her hair and her back. Without even thinking about he had placed her in his lap so she straddled him, her bad leg to one side of him able to stretch out behind him.
 
Elia stroked his long hair where it fell to each side of his shoulders. Straddled as she was this way, she could feel his manhood pressing against her center and gasped slightly at the hardness she felt there.

"You have put me in no more danger than I have put you my Love. It was me those three wanted, and used. They were going to use me for ransom against my father's village, against the people that I serve there and that you serve and teach and mentor. The only danger I can see is that of us never being together.

There is nothing worse, nothing more painful that I can imagine. Even that which was done to me Valen, that could be worse than living the rest of my life without you."
 
"I have put the entire village in danger," he said softly, "Were it not for me, Malacai would not have taken an interest in the village anymore. Yes he resents them for going along with my wish that he be exiled, but it is me he truly hates." Valen raised a hand to brush back his hair, "How can you forgive me." he said, "I did not want this to happen to you or our people. I am just glad that you are safe in my arms, for now at least." Valen said softly.
 
Elia stomped her foot in frustration with the stubborn Elfman standing in front of her, looking down on her with such solemn, guilt filled eyes.

"Stop that right now Valen. None of this is your fault. Malachi is who is was born to be, nothing you could have said or done could have changed that. Nothing! The villagers know that, my father knows that, I know that! It's time you accept it as well.

And as soon as I heal properly, I'm going to help you find him. So, no more of that kind of talk. I am not going away Valen. I am not leaving you. Not now, not ever. If you can live with ... with what they did to me and accept me after that. How can you dare to even suggest I would leave you or blame you for something you had no part of? You did not make Malachai, you did not form him, mold him or in any way make him what he is today
."

Elia grabbed him by the shoulders and kissed his lips soundly before releasing him.

"So there!"

She stomped her foot soundly onto the ground, realizing too late what she had done. Wincing in pain, she would have fallen had Valen's strong arms not whipped out immediately to catch and hold her steady.
 
Valen steadied her, but seemed to be more interested in her leg than her words, "Did you notice that through strong emotion your wound did not pain you as much? Strong negative emotion, that for better or worse was aimed at me?" Valen lowered her back to the ground, "I thank you for your words and I love you for them, but your actions have given me some small ideas. How does your leg feel?" he asked, "When you showed your anger to me, did you notice you stood with two feet to the ground? And now that you are calming you almost fell over?" Valen had also noticed a drain in his magic when she had gotten angry with him, as if some of the healing energy he had tried to push into her over the past few days was suddenly getting through without his even applying it, almost like an echo. He did not mention this though, nor the implications for his theories. Valen took her hand in his and examined the wrist bending and flexing it. The more he examined her the more he felt his theories were baring true.
 
Elia stood and looked up at Valen confused.

"Forgive me Valen but I don't understand what you are trying to say""?"

Her crystal blue eyes sparkled as tried to concentrate on the meaning behind his words and where he was taking this new theory of his.

"I assumed it was just because I was not thinking about it, right?"

She let him lead her to an outcropping of rock to sit down. She watched for a while as he paced back and forth, occasionally stopping to look down at her with a perplexed expression on his face and then returning to his pacing route.

Alia waited as long as she could before looding her patience with the exasperating man.

"Valen! Would you please stop that pacing and tell me what you are thinking?!"
 
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