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

Talinath listened in silence as she spoke. He let his eyes take her in as she moved, a pose that was obviously meant to be provocative. Again, he acknowledged the beauty he saw with the heat in his eyes, but he did not gape or stare. His eyes moved back to her face in short order. The elf had to fight to keep his stoic mask as she spoke. The things she described honestly sounded wonderful. He clamped down on such thoughts. The talinath of before would have only hesitated to accept such an offer out of shyness. The Talinath of today had to be stronger than that. He cleared his throat. I have already bathed. He stated after a pause. That was partially true. He had taken a dip in one of the baths to wash the sweat and grime from his skin, but he had not relaxed, or truly washed overly much outside the brisk efficiency he did to get out of there as soon as possible. His nude form drew comments from the others, and there were often females in there and although not uncomfortable about sex, few elves were, he wanted to test his control as little as possible. Deep down he craved the comforts, but he refused to relax, refused to enjoy any part of his existence as a slave. Finding enjoyment in anything in this place somehow seemed a betrayal of all he was. He gave a slight shrug, I could use some bandages for my wounds though. He finally offered, begrudging that he needed help, needed to give in at some level, however he needed to treat the wounds. Infection set in easily in a place like this. Talinath had denied himself so much, more than the slavers denied him, since his captivity. He always wanted to remember he was a slave, a prisoner here. Some of the others became complacent, a few even praising the household, stating they were better off than the mere beggars theyd been on the streets. It was different for Talinath he could remember clearly the life he had had before. The five years only a blink of time to one of his long lived people. He had denied himself the touch of a woman, had not sung in years, and had been denied the right to participate in the fertility festivals of his people. The first two were restrictions he had placed upon himself, the third was placed on him by his captors, but he could have done things to work around it, but the elf had done more to further himself from the nature that he craved. He wanted no more than was absolutely necessary to get by, and indulging in pleasures of the flesh offered to him from someone who was forced to, made him sick, he would never use a woman in such a manner. Sexuality was a beautiful thing he would only accept it from someone who wanted to give it to him. Rumors had it that he had once accepted some services from one of the women, who had since been killed. As the rumor went, he had sensed in her a similar calling to himself, had recognized that she was a healer by calling as he was, and therefore knew that even if she were not a slave she would do the things she did for him, things like what this young woman with the golden eyes had just offered. Talinath let his green eyed gaze flick away as a particularly loud scream from the other half of the room made him wince, for that had sounded more like pain than pleasure. It was clear by the tic in the side of his jaw, it was all he could do not to go to the womans defense, but all knew fighting among the gladiators outside the arena was punishable by death, therefore his continued control. He forced himself to look back at her, I will permit you to help me with my wounds. He stated with a nod, hoping that was good enough for her, for now.