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

Suraya smiled as he rose, You think my hands are great, I assure you... my mouth is better. Her golden eyes trailed over his body as he spoke. Tis a shame... She whispered about him being quite able to remove his own pants. Though her hands eagerly wanted to take over the task she allowed him his moment, her eyes flitting up to his face at his statement. Seeing his amusement she added her own with a smile, Is that so... The gleam in her eye was of pure lust though she attempted to shake it away. Silently she took in his appearance below the belt, a sadness at his flaccid member added to her want to rile him further. But should he deny and send her from his cell she'd be in graver danger than just HIS scolding. Eyes lifted up the tunnel above them, their cell a pit below ground, the light filtering from torches in sconces above and the nearby one the guard had placed for them at their entrance. She could see no one but knew their was bound to be someone watching. Smiling at his hairless ness she pushed him to the bed, abruptly. Her hands, chilled, ran over the flesh of his upper body delicately. I am hairless as well, is this a elven tradition or a personal taste? She asked sliding his thigh up higher on the bed as she dropped to kneel between his spread legs. The muck from his manhood filtered into her nose with each breath she took, it was a delightful scent. Her own hairlessness was due to genetics, it never grew in at puberty, something her Master adored more and well after she'd reached her prime with him. Absently she wondered if her hand came to rest upon him as she worked if he would react in anger or pleasure, the thought caused a smile to cross her lips but drop from her mind. Fingers lifted to spread open the gash on his thigh, inspecting it before her fingers were caressing the muscles beneath the surface of his skin. No use in patching you up if it will leave you lame... She said feeling the body respond to the slight tugs. Satisfied she shoved the rag into the gash, before removing it, dipping it and flooding the area with the water. The poultice was next and then the stitches. Each movement she made her soft wrist stoked the shaft gently, she paid it no mind. Once finished with the five or so stitches the wound required she continued to kneel between his legs. Her items were gathered and she dipped her head to place a soft kiss below his naval, the bottom of her chin just brushing the base of his shaft before she stood. Shall I dance for you or would you like me to rub down your tired muscles... you did compliment my hands, it's the least I can do by showing them off.
Thread: "captiv"ating Love: a story of two Slaves -- LingeringDesire and the_gladiator

He watched her. She was intriguing, and she seemed to find his body pleasant. He knew she was a slave but it seemed to him that her looks were not affectations, she seemed so genuine. Was there brainwashing at work here? Perhaps it was just the want of a human woman for an elven male. That sort of thing happened a lot, and in the reverse, elven women were highly sought after as well. He watched her watch him, and then she had stepped forward her cool hands on his heated flesh pressing him back onto the bed. He was fairly sure that some of the caresses she ran over his chest were unnecessary, and yet he did not complain, only let his green eyes watch her every move, his every sense tuned into what she was doing. His skin responded to the light caresses with goose flesh. He obligingly moved his legs apart a bit so she could have better access to the wound. It is part of elven nature. He answered her question, Elves are gifted with only the hair on our heads. Of which there was quite a bit, long thick raven locks that flowed to his shoulders in gentle waves. It was clear from the slight wince as she probed the wound that her actions hurt, but he never so much as even grunted with pain, this was minor in comparison to past injuries, even so it was nice to have them treated, and steps to prevent infection observed. He nodded once to her comment about not wanting him to go lame, and the only reaction he allowed himself as the burn of the liquid flooded the wound was a slight hiss of air through his teeth. To say he was unaware of her soft wrist rubbing his shaft with every movement would be a lie and by the time she was done he was showing evidence that he had noticed. He was not fully hard, although working his way there. Deep green eyes watched her continue to kneel there before she placed a kiss below his naval. Her face that near his shaft caused even more reaction as it rose slightly. He sat up smoothly, trying to cover his growing arousal with a casual drape of his hands over his lap. I am not sure that any further assistance is truly required my lady. He said, however his voice was nowhere as steady as it had been, it showed that his control was fraying a little around the edges. I am sure you have more pressing duties to attend to than keeping me company. He said with a slight self-deprecating smile. He felt like he had lost control of the situation, even of his own body, and his words were an attempt to regain that control, halting and fumbling as words were. His words sounded strained even to him. His eyes were on hers now, probing, seeking. He wanted to learn more, to figure this woman out. Against his will she was intriguing him, making him want to know more. She seemed to be playing his mind even as her delicate hands had begun to play his body, and he could tell she hadnt even really started to put those hands to good use. Had it really been that long for him?
Thread: "captiv"ating Love: a story of two Slaves -- LingeringDesire and the_gladiator

Sighing, disappointment tinting the sound as it left her throat. She would beg if she thought he'd cave but she knew it would grow his determination. Allowing her eyes to linger on his form she stood in the middle of his cell. His arousal caused her head to tilt slightly, she only gave him the barest of smiles. I have only you as my duty tonight, I do not mind to keep company with you. She spun allowing her skirts to flare out as she dropped down at the door, placing the items near the exit. In doing so her bare, rounded bottom and tanned nether lips were on display for him. Suraya was toying with him but found she liked tearing down his resolve on her own accord. Yes, she'd been sent in by the master because of her tempting looks and skills, but she found she wanted to be in his company. Hips rotating and rolling as she walked caused the bells on her ankle to shake, her breasts jiggled beneath their sheer covering. I am sure there is something you have want of. I am willing and able to do so much. She knelt at his feet again, her hands sliding up his thighs and removing his hands from the growth between his legs. Her golden eyes met his before flitting down over his manhood, her tongue absently licking her lips. Please... allow me to bath you, I am certain the bath house is free and if not I can manage to have fresh water brought in... anything will be acceptable. She removed her hands from his and dropped her head, bowing to him. The waiting was silent. She heard his breathing and felt his eyes upon her. Her heartbeat was loud in her ears and she could hear the blood rushing in her ears. The noises around them were still going strong, though more moans instead of screams. She could deny that she was at a high state of arousal but one small touch would find her otherwise. Suraya had to fight to keep her hands folded along her thighs, the ease of her own touch could satisfy but it was not what she craved this night. If only the man would rise, pull her to the bed or shove her softness to the wall or stone floor. Anything to show he was willing to go there with her. It would be a small victory, one that would keep her safer longer. Otherwise she could be found unworthy and not useful and sold to another house, something she dreaded but knew her master could do on a whim if she outlived her usefulness for the house. Swallowing she dared to lift her gaze.
Thread: "captiv"ating Love: a story of two Slaves -- LingeringDesire and the_gladiator

Suraya adored the long thick rod between his legs, her hands shook on her thighs as she held them back from stroking him. Silently she wondered how he tasted and that tongue snaked out to wet her lower lip again. No man had ever gotten her wet before, save the Master and never without touch. She eyed him sitting there, what was it about him. She'd been taken dry, her screams filling the air of lush rooms within the house, her blood allowing her channel to wet as she was muffled by pillow or hand. She looked away, down at the ground so he wouldn't see the torn expression her eyes wore. He confused her greatly. Flickering back up at his words she allowed a slow smile to cross her lips, No it wouldn't... She agreed softly, allowing the soft smile to grow. No, she didn't enjoy his pain but the break down that told her she was getting under his skin and would be rewarded. Her golden eyes flitted over him as he rose, herself rising again as he crossed the room. A flicker of disappointment that such a body would be covered from her view crossed her face, but she knew he'd be bare to bathe, something she would admire profusely. Eyes widened as the guard began to chain the man, He's harmless, please release him... She strode forward like the female of the house only to be stopped cold. He's a killer and even so he's worth more than you... The guard let loose with a chuckle. Suraya didn't doubt his worth and she'd seen his abilities in the arena more than once. But he didn't scare her. Ignoring the male guard she knew he wanted a reaction, she passed them. Fingers trailing his tunic covered chest as she led the way. Hips swaying seductively as she walked, the guards murmuring comments that were less than sweet. She paid no mind and continued on, glancing over her shoulder at him every corner they turned. The bath house was empty, the water bubbling in the heated pools the master installed. She stood silently across the pool from the men, her eyes flashing before her back was toward them. Clothing was removed slowly. Silk fabric that obscured her breasts from sight slid off her shoulders and down to the cool tile floor. Her skirt was a simple tie along her hip and it floated to the floor as well. Ignoring the guards she stepped into the pool of hot water. A raised platform in the middle of it was for him to sit so she could wash him. Unshackle him and stand wait at the door or leave, I shan't hurt your precious killer, Her smile oozed of sex and promise.
Thread: "captiv"ating Love: a story of two Slaves -- LingeringDesire and the_gladiator

Her back turned to the males, lightly tanned skin stretched over her long form, long for a woman. Her breasts were a bit over a handful, should Talinath be tempted. Her waist tapered in before the flare of her hips gave her the curves that were the envy of most woman of the era. Her long dark hair hung straight and just below her shoulder blades as she perused the basket of items left at the side. Sniffing and reading she picked some of her favorites and scented the tub for him. The whisper of voices reached her ears but she ignored them, used to the guards words and insinuations. They would never have her and they were jealous she was to be given to the gladiator. Not given, she mentally corrected since she offered. Glancing back at them she gasped, her train of thought left her as she moved against the edge. No, she whispered. Why did he do that? What had she missed? Golden eyes went wide as the words spoke hit her ears, they'd insulted her and he reacted. Questioning him with her gaze she looked up at him, willing to understand. So caught up she didn't even notice the knife slicing through the air in her direction. The pain that slid through her body dropped her to her knees in the pool of water, a cry of pain like that she'd never heard fell from her lips as her wet fingers grasped at the skin. Her heartbeat picked up, pumping the blood through her veins and out into the water. Her eyes glazed over as she watched him beaten, tears falling as she slumped on the block in the middle of the pool. She couldn't do anything, in shock. Full lips paled and shivered, her once tan skin lost some of it's delicate color before they were through. She felt the hatred pumped into the blows he took but his resolve lessened and she somehow knew it was because of her. Suraya was slightly aware of his closeness a little while later, knowing she must have blacked out briefly. Her wound was away from him, and she felt his long gentle fingers moving over her, turning her. The concern she saw in his green depths affected her inner being greatly, if it weren't for her injury she would have kissed him and not soon stopped. His touch was welcome, but in this manner was not the sexual one she so desired from him. Groaning as he whispered in his native tongue, elvish. She recognized the tones but not the words. Her eyes scanned his face as her hand caressed his over the wound, the other clutched at his tunic. She closed her eyes and felt as warmth filled her breast and the pain slid away. Gasping she smiled up at him as her golden eyes opened wide. Gladiator... I'm here to heal you, not the other way around. Her voice was a hushed whisper. Her cheeks regained their color and she moved his hand to a different hold on her breast. I suppose that incident ruined the good mood we had going. She knew where they were in the pool and using her body forced him down to the seat, and settled in his lap. The sexual tension was eased, but something close to admiration had replaced it. She wanted to know why, she had more questions about him than when she'd first entered his cell. Why?
Thread: "captiv"ating Love: a story of two Slaves -- LingeringDesire and the_gladiator

The guards had only unchained him because he had shown that if she was threatened he would be no threat. Even so the guards kept their distance, wanting nothing to do with him. They believed he was broken. He had only gone along with the beating, submitted, in order to save her life. The healer in him had cried out at her pain at her suffering, and he longed to heal her. So he had submitted to them. As he healed her he continued to murmur in his tongue. He found relief flooding through him as he could see the wound healing under his pressing palms. Look at the weakling elf, beaten into submission seeking succor from his female A guard taunted from across the room. Talinath gritted his teeth and she could see the flash of anger smoldering deep in his eyes. However the guards words and her quick action of shifting his touch on her breast gave him the cover that he needed, he needed to hide what he had done, and she provided a good cover as she pressed him down into the water more closely hiding what he was doing, their position suggesting to the guards that she was riding him when in actuality she was not. He could see the question form on her lips as he slid his hand from the full weight of her breast a tempting weight that more than filled his palm, curves larger than any elven womans he had ever seen. He let his hands rest at her hips, the gesture not sexual, but more just a way to keep up the charade for the guard. He shrugged at her question of why. He had an answer, he hated to see women so abused and mistreated, and why the healing, because that was his calling, his gift, but could he trust her? He thought perhaps he should, after all he had just done something that had bound them together in a way, he had put her under possible future fire, inadvertently showing his weakness to the guards, and she was a part of that weakness. Even if you are a slave, you are not a whore you deserve the respect of any woman. He said softly, a hint of the idealistic elf he had been peeking out from behind the cynical shields he had shown her at first.
Thread: "captiv"ating Love: a story of two Slaves -- LingeringDesire and the_gladiator

Her gasp had given the guards fuel, Suraya understood the charade and played into that. His anger regarding the comment had her eyes flitting over his face, hand lifting to help ease it away. Her body had craved him once the motions were not unnatural or unknown to her. His hands slid to her hips helping her to keep up their hidden actions as the water churned around him as she bounced on his lap, their sexes not even touching though their chests were pressed tightly together. Biting her lower lip she held back a sound, her head nodding to him, encouraging him to act the part as well, unless he wanted them to think she was bad at her assigned job. The men chuckled and moved further away to the hall just outside of the door, leaving them alone. Thank you... She smiled at him stopping her actions now that they were more safe. No one had ever said such things before. She'd been raised to act as nothing more than a whore and NOT a woman. Without saying a word she slid from his grasp and gathered his tunic, her lips traced over his shoulders gently. Relax, you can trust me gladiator. She wrung out the tunic and laid it aside. Her hands lifted water up in her cupped digits before letting it trickle over his flesh in rivulets. There was a cup and it could have been easier, but this was more personal. Wetting the bar of soap she moved it over his skin, cleaning the dirt and grime away. The guards could think what they want hearing no sound of actual release. Suraya moved to the front of his body, breasts in his face at this height, moving she parted her legs and stood with one on either side of his as her fingers moved over his chest. I wasn't wanting to know why you reacted, I wanted to know why you healed me? Why do you care? You and I are both slaves, no chance of escape save death. Why risk your life for mine? Her voice was low as she stared into his eyes, moving to sit in his lap. Her hands began cupping the water again to rinse him as she waited for his response.
Thread: "captiv"ating Love: a story of two Slaves -- LingeringDesire and the_gladiator

He nodded slightly to her letting out a soft moan playing along with the charade until the guards retreated still laughing and poking fun at the couples expense. He let his hands slide away from her as she rose off him. The warm water soothing his sore and bruised muscles. Her touch was gentle he could not describe what it felt like to feel her hands slide so sensually over him as she washed him. He would have objected, but found he was too tired to object, she clearly wanted to and he had not the strength to argue, plus it was what he wanted also so why not let her. His green eyes met hers as she clarified her question. He bit his lip, even white teeth tugging the full lip as he tried to consider his response. How could he explain a calling, how could he explain it was who he was. He finally took her hand in his and placed her hand at the center of his chest, where she could feel the strong g beat of his heart. His hand held her hand in place there. Some people have have a calling in here, something they are drawn to do. He said with a sigh, Does that make sense? I could do no less than to heal you. Besides it was my fault that you were injured, it was the least I owed you since you were injured on my account. He said, his words still even and low his eyes holding hers. He finally released her hand to allow her to continue rinsing his upper body.
Thread: "captiv"ating Love: a story of two Slaves -- LingeringDesire and the_gladiator

A shock of tingles ran from her arm to her breasts, even in the warm water she reacted. Swallowing hard she met his eyes as he pulled her and to his chest, stopping her task and speaking. Suraya wanted to scoot closer, to do as they had acted out, bring him to fruition within her womb and make the moans he gave real. but she knew the moment had passed the moment the men insulted her. She listened, her head tilted. It made sense, she wasn't sure what her own purpose was, being told it was to give pleasure and in a way it was. Whether it was her sister slaves that she made a new tunic for, seeing them smile brought her pleasure. Even some of the friendlier guards, the ones that guarded her master, she made sure they had extra food and coffee on their late night watches. Sighing as his hand left she kept hers there, in place on his chest. I understand, but it was still foolish. I might be a woman to you but everyone else sees me as property of the house. Usable... replaceable if my tasks are left incomplete... She started strong but ended her sentence weak. What did he need to know of her problems? Sighing again she allowed her hand to slide down his chest and land between them, her fingertips resting just at his naval. I will finish your hair and then we shall return to your cell, unless you'd like to stay and soak more. She stood and backed up slowly, I will allow you that choice. She dropped her gaze and moved to the basket to grab another soap and a cup. She poured the scented water over his scalp and stroked the bar into it, caressing his scalp gently but with a assurance that every speck of sand and dirt would be gone. Suraya rinsed his head gently rubbing the raven locks clean. Smiling down at him she lifted his head gently, before she could help herself her lips were against his in a soft kiss. The guards laughing picked up behind her, their comments a whisper as their laughs grew harder, impatient at waiting. She broke the kiss and gazed into his eyes, Suraya... She whispered and stepped from the tub to dry off. The bath was for him, not her she would wait.
Thread: "captiv"ating Love: a story of two Slaves -- LingeringDesire and the_gladiator

He laughed, Foolish? Figures, I give the first sign of caring about anything in years, not even my own life have I valued, but I showed that your life meant something to me, and even you claim it to be foolish. His laugh was bitter and self-deprecating. He said nothing else, but silently allowed her to wash his hair. He stifled a soft noise of pleasure despite himself at the gentle way she treated him. It had been far too long since he had felt such kindness. As she finished she lifted his chin and suddenly her full soft lips were pressed to his, and the guards taunts rose again. Talinaths glare was returning when she distracted him with the gift of her name. Suraya. He whispered as she stepped away, it was a beautiful name. As she left he realized how much he did not want her to go, he had been enjoying her touch, even if he was a little irritated with her for the foolish comment. Little one? he called to her, using an elven term of endearment without even thinking about it, such was his mental distraction. I believe there is much of me that you failed to wash. He said, lifting one foot from the water to wiggle his toes at her. She had started above his waist therefore there was much on him she had not washed, I would not want you to get in trouble for failing to complete your duties. He said, grasping at an excuse to have her come back, it seemed like things had just begun for them, the guards be damned, and he did not want the moment to so easily slip away.