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

Talinath had been focused on his cooking, savoring the aromas of cooking onions, mushrooms, and eggs. He even went so far as to melt some of the cheese he had set out over the eggs, a human tradition or so Talinath had been informed, however he found it was quite good. He had just tipped the food from the skillet onto two plates when his sister caught his attention once more. A quick flick of blue eyes swept her way revealing that she had sliced the fruit as he asked. Its skin and pulp both such a dark blue that at times it was almost purple, a variation on the night sky, or Lunairas colors, a blue so dark that it almost met black and purple and all other dark colors. However it was not the sliced fruit that caught and held the elfs attention, rather it was Tiathi herself. His blue eyes locked with her green ones before his eyes flicked to the fruit in her hand, the slice so dark against her pale skin, juice dripping down her fingers to slide along the hand and wrist. Her words drifted to his ears and he fought the twin urges with in his body at what she offered. The first urge was to shift away, to stiffen in shock. She knew what she was doing, what her offering meant. But another urge part of him wished to move closer, eagerly accept that overt invitation. The moon fruit was a large part of the festivals, and although consumed at other times, and could be eaten by a pair that were not lovers what she was doing crossed the line. The moon fruit was only fed by hand to an elven lover. His body tightened with his bodys reaction. That second part of himself wanted to take it from her, to take her hand in his, lick the juice from her palm, from the delicate inner wrist where it was slowly dripping she had to know what she was offering, what it signified. Talinath swallowed audibly as his eyes met hers again. So much passed between them in that second as he realized his sister did in fact know what she was offering, she was challenging him with a full awareness of what it meant it was an invitation, butnot just to eat the fruit. Slowly he took a step forward closing that last couple inches to put them within touching range of one another. She had come close but had kept distance, made him make the move to close them together. He opened his mouth and allowed the slice of fruit to be slowly pressed into his mouth. His strong white teeth coming down almost catching her fingers as his lips brushed them. He chewed slowly his eyes still locked with hers. He might not be able to talk about it, but this acceptance meant, on some level he recognized the potential for them he recognized that there could be more between them than brother and sister. He said nothing as he chewed and swallowed, sharing this intimacy in silence. She was certainly bold today, pushing boundaries with each passing moment. Although her elven brother did not seem inclined to accept her overtures outright, nor did he seem inclined to reject her fully either. Yes, she wanted this, wanted more. She might not say so like he had ordered, but her body said so. He could hear it in her moan, feel it as she arched towards him, her breast forcing its way into his palm, hardened nipple jutting forward, demanding more. The way her hips pressed into him, almost grinding against his cock with her need, was also telling. Then came her words. You want to feel the power do you? he growled in a low voice his lips and teeth tugging at her earlobe. He took a step back, Then feel the power. As he spoke Galan placed one hand on her shoulder, pressing down, a clear and silent command. Slowly he forced her to her knees. Go on, feel the power, touch it, taste it You want a taste of the power, I can tell, look at you, so needy for it. This is your chance, take it into you, feel and taste the power. His hand cupped the back of her head, her long hair still looped around his hand, tugging slightly as he urged her mouth forward towards where his cock jutted up and outward, the shaft fully hard with his need at a 45 degree angle now that it was not pressed up between them.