Thread: "captiv"ating Love: a story of two Slaves -- LingeringDesire and the_gladiator

Talinath found himself clenching his jaw and fighting to restrain himself as the guard insulted the young woman, he still had not caught her name. He held himself in check for he knew attacking these guards would not do anything to improve their situation. Still his dispassionate exterior masked his inner anger. He stalked like the predator he was after her towards the bathing chamber, flanked by his two door guards. Elves were not known for their lethality, but they were known for their grace. The arena had honed that grace into something resembling a hunting cat. Upon arriving in the bathing chamber His eyes watched as the woman began to strip. His eyes like those of the guards traced over her supple curves, all of them appreciating her form. It was never clear to Suraya across the pool exactly what happened next. One of the guards made a lewd comment about the woman and without warning Talinath struck. In an instant he proved exactly why he was chained and under heavy guard. He struck, his backhand, manacled wrist slamming into the face of one of the guards breaking the mans nose, causing a fountain of blood. Before the other guard could react, Talinath was behind the man, arms over his head, his chain tight over the guards throat. The trio stood there in a stalemate, the only sound the choking noises of the first guard. The other drew a wicked looking. Let him go Talinath only shook his head. Nothing could have prepared him for what the man did next. Since it hurts you so much to have the little whore insulted, I bet this will kill you. And he flung the knife across the pool, where it slashed along Surayas side opening a gash along her ribs and the side of one breast. Talinath froze, his own torture he could handle, but his attempt to defend this woman had just gotten her badly injured, he could see the flow of blood down her naked side. Talinath swore and finally released the guard he was holding, allowing both guards to beat him into submission. He just stood there while they beat him. He had proved he could have easily killed one guard and possibly even the second, but after threatening Suraya, he had surrendered, allowing their heavy fists and short clubs to beat him. The beating was short but brutal, much as they wanted to, the guards knew they could not kill Talinath, he needed to fight in just a few short days. He stood stoically, taking it. He endured it knowing he needed to get to the woman he could heal her, if only given the opportunity. Only when they deemed he was no longer a threat did they remove his chains and throw him into the pool, retreating to the doorway, waiting and watching to see what would happen. The elf lay in the water for a few seconds collecting himself, before he dragged himself through the water to the crumpled form of Suraya, He bent over her, gentle hands turning her over. His eyes skimmed passed the naked sight of her breasts, his only hope was to heal her and perhaps the guard would think she fainted from fright, maybe he had been too busy beating Talinath to have noticed that sea of red. If they knew he had the magic he was about to display things would go even worse for him. He whispered to her in Elven, soft sweet words, soothing words, the natural healer in him taking over, wanting desperately to heal her, to make right what he had caused in her. His hands covered her side, cupping her breast and side with both hands as he sought inside himself for the magic he needed to heal her. His hands glowed softly, shielded by his body as he continued to murmur in elven to her, his magic flowing through her body, his mind touching hers, taking her pain into himself. Heal for me. He whispered, part prayer, part order as his magic did its work.