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

Talinath watched her move and bend over. He wanted to look away but his eyes kept being drawn to her. It had been a long time since he had spent this much time alone with a woman, he typically sent the slaves away long before this. At some level he realized she was seducing him but he still wasnt stopping her. Her hips rolled as she approached, kneeling before him again. Without permission she ran her hands up his legs until her hands came to rest over his. He could feel the softness of her cool fingers stroking the backs of his hands, with their long fingers, the slender hands of an elf. She pulled his hands away, wordlessly denying his modesty, forcing him to display himself shamelessly. His eyes lifted from their conjoined hands to her face, where he watched lick her lips, her eyes devouring his growing erection. A shift had happened as she touched him, and his transition to full arousal completed as his eyes met hers again. She did not meet his gaze for long as her eyes looked down, her soft hands siding away from his coming to rest on her own thighs, an action that drew his gaze downward over her body. He swore under his breath in elvish, realizing that he would not be able to resist this woman if she kept up such actions. They sat in silence, thick with the awkwardness of the position for long moments. She had made her open offer to bathe him, which was intriguing enough, although her silent offer conveyed with her touch on his hands and the lick of her lips said she would be willing to do far more than bathe him. He knew in the warmth of her mouth, the heat of her body he would find relief from some of his bodys needs, but would he be able to stand the betrayal of his morals? Her eyes rose to meet his again and he cleared his throat. I suppose it wouldnt hurt me to bathe. He said almost grudgingly. A hot bath was a luxury he had denied himself for quite some time. He knew he should send her away, but he knew in that moment that he couldnt, his bodys demands, and the demands of his lonely spirit would not allow it. He was weak and after he shot her an almost pained expression he rose to his feet, reaching for his Tunic, he could leave the pants, but as comfortable in his nudity as he was he did not feel like showing himself off to any more people than necessary. Long strong quiet steps carried him to the door of his cell. I wish to bathe. He said coolly. The guard snapped to attention and nodded, he yanked the cell open and grabbed Talinath. The deadly elf stood still and allowed the guard to manacle his wrists together. Many of the gladiators were allowed free reign of the compound however others were deemed too dangerous, Talinath was considered both too valuable and too dangerous to be allowed to go on his own. His eyes smoldered with a dark fire, restrained fury. Part of him wondered why he had subjected himself to this. Then his eyes flicked to her and he kicked himself inwardly knowing that it was because of her, she had smiled and offered to make him feel a bit better, he had fallen into the trap, and he had accepted degradation by the guards on the promise of something better to come in the future.