Thread: Of Lust and Envy: Some Sins can be deadly -- Darkangel76 and The Gladiator

Lost in his thoughts, Talinath was surprised when a soft melodic voice broke into his thoughts. Blue eyes flicked up to meet her green ones. You startled me sister. He said. I must have been caught up in the last of my devotions that I did not hear your approach. He had just finished and had been heading back into the house, his mind already on what he would prepare for breakfast when his sister had spoken. He bowed to her in return, smiling slightly. They were not always so formal, but it seemed as if she had something on her mind. I am well, I woke refreshedyes, and my festival experience was most enjoyable. I thought the festivities went well. I can already see growth in the new saplings behind the house, and some of the other trees look even more alive this day. As he spoke, Talinath Passed his sister headed back into the house where he was sure his sister would follow. He began to set out various ingredients for their breakfast, mushrooms, Onions, some eggs, as well as bread and cheese. However the prize for the morning meal was a moonfruit, one that Talinath must have collected the night previously, a rare treat. It was not that moon fruit were particularly uncommon it was more that the delicacies often required magical aid to be coaxed from the nurturance of their trees. As they were rare they were never wasted. Aside from nutrition, the fruit had many uses. Preserves made from the fruit were put into the elven waybread, a single piece of which could nourish an elf for an entire day. However, raw, the fruit often had an arousing affect and the delicacy was often consumed during the festival, adding further stimulation to the amorous activities. Talinath inwardly noted that although she had asked Tiathi had not really seemed to hear his explanation of how he felt the festival had gone. However the elf did not need to draw his sister out, she seemed ready to burst with what she wanted to say. Talinath listened with only half an ear at first, something about a dream and Then it sunk in what she was talking about. The elven healers hand slipped the knife he was using to cut the Onion biting into his thumb. Dark red blood welled up into the cut as the elf immediately dropped the knife and reached for a clean cloth to wrap the cut. He did not want to have this conversation with his sister right now, of course he had thought about that night 40 years ago earlier during his sun salutation, however he had never expected his sister to so boldly broach the subject with him. After all it had been 40 years. Tiathi was like a kettle that had been too long on the fire and her words poured out of her like steam. As he pressed down on the wound in his hand trying to stop the bleeding, it was obvious by that slip by the steady handed elf, that she had affected him, had struck some sort of chord in him. He seemed unsure what to say, and his green eyes searched her face, observing her earnest intensity as she spoke. He thought of telling her he often thought of that night as well, however squashed that notion. It was improper and they should not even speak of it let alone be discussing it. I am glad you remember that time fondly. He let himself smile just a bit, I will take it as a compliment sister, that of all the lovers you have had, at least one per year for the 50 years you have been an adult and partaken of the festivals, that I stand out in your mind. He knew that one a year was a conservative estimate by far, for as clerics, as key participants in the rituals, sometimes they took more than one partner. Tiathi, like himself had been a cleric most of her adult life. At 200 Talinath had been an adult for a little over a century as elven adulthood came at age 99. His sister was about 50 years his junior. The incident had occurred some 5 years after she had become a cleric, had abandoned the way of the warrior that she had pursued earlier in life. Five short years after they had lost their parents in one of the last wars. His eyes continued to sweep over her face curious and somewhat concerned about where she was going with this conversation. Galan heard the soft footsteps of Lorelei as she approached where he stared out into the morning sky. He felt her arms slide around him, her naked breasts pressing to his back. Wearing only his pants he was highly aware of the feel of her bare skin pressing to him. Her nipples hard against his back, she was either cold or still ready for him. His lip curled in a slight smirk when he considered that, figuring it was the latter, she was always ready and waiting for him. Then again was that not her job? So maybe Lorelei no longer served as a prostitute, she was just the shrewd business woman who ran a successful string of bars and brothels along the riverfront. However she sure knew how to please, and when he had barged into her establishment and demanded her best she had taken him on himself, he had no clue why, but he did not complain. Likewise was he unsure why, yet did not complain when the human woman stopped charging him for her services. Hell, she had invited him into her home, in fact, into her own bed even. Galan shivered as she whispered into his ear, her words talking about potential, that they deserved better. He knew that her words had a dual meaning. She felt he deserved better than to be exiled like this, and she also wanted better for herself, even if she was one of the richest members often Oaks, their village, it was not enough for her. She felt she should be a noblewoman of a big city, perhaps Belbarren Major, or Gomgoroth itself. Did she now have her eyes on the elves of Kierielle, or was she just whispering sweet nothings in his ear and was he reading too much into her words? He found it difficult to focus wholly on her words, for her breath on his sensitive elven ear was a blatant invitation and most assuredly intended to arouse him. Although not as sensitive as a true elfs, his ears were still highly sensitive, and as with any elf, an erogenous zone. She had to know what she was doing to him. She enjoyed teasing though, delighted in inflaming his passions and desires. Outwardly he gave no indication he had even acknowledged her presence, however she knew him well enough. She could read the subtle signs of his body, that slight hitch of breath, the hardening of his nipples under her touch, if her touch roamed lower the thickening and hardening of his sex in his pants, all would speak to the fact that he was aware she was there and for the most part, by no means displeased she was there either.