THE CHAINED GIFT II: Taking Positions

Caradhar turned his head and found the young female elf's eyes fixed on him. Lying on her back on the bed, her head hanging down the edge, her brown hair a silky curtain reaching the floor; due to her upside down position, her mouth, curved in a cunning smile, lent her face a curious appearance of predator.

'You're still a kid... Where are your muscles?' she mocked, staring at his naked body from head to toes. 'We will have to plead with Nestro to do his utmost with you, uh?'

The young redhead walked to the table in front of him and poured two cups of sparkling wine. Truth be told, the comment had bothered him; he had a reply on the tip of his tongue about how little she seemed to care about it five minutes ago, when she was still shaking and moaning with pleasure under him, but he held it. He returned to the messy bed and handed a cup to the female elf; she rolled over onto her stomach and accepted the drink with satisfaction.

'Mmmmm... It tickles!' she said, referring to the wine, and emptied it in a couple of gulps, asking for more. Holding the refilled glass, she resumed her inspection to her bed companion. 'So you are the Llia'res gifted... I never had one so at hand... May I...?' The female rummaged through her clothes, lying on the floor, and found a badge, with sharp points. Before he could complain, she slid one of the points along his side, cutting his skin; the wound closed almost at once, to her amazement and delight. 'Fancy that...'

'I am not insensible to pain,' he observed, frowning a bit.

'It's just a tiny little cut, don't be a baby,' she made fun. 'And tell me, what were you doing around the lab at that time of the evening? If we hadn't found you before the duty guards, gifted or not gifted, now you'd be sitting in front of the captain, explaining your nice story to him, and the captain is famous for his lack of patience. Lucky you, it seems Nestro took a fancy to you... Ah, wait, you two belonged to the same House, didn't you? Well, he must be still submitting his report, so your duty is to keep entertaining me until he's back. Speak, then: what did you expect to find? The laboratory is completely off-limits; a boy like you would never stand a chance to sneak inside...'

Caradhar looked around the room and reviewed the events of the night, that had finally driven him to share the bed with a member of the guard, in which turned to be the weapon master Nestro's private room. He promised to himself that he had to work on improving his stealth abilities... Although, being realistic, he had never needed them before, much less since he had spent the last days in full plate, as part of his weapons training.

The question was that he had been caught hanging around the laboratory; fortunately for him, his captor was none other than Nestro. Upon checking who the amateur spy was, the weapon master had gone to submit a presumably spurious report, and had sent his female companion and the young elf to his lodging to wait for him.

'I just felt curiosity,' said the questioned elf. 'I haven't met the Maede yet, but I have heard things about him; things that can't be explained but with the help of alchemy. I wanted to have a look at the place where one of the most powerful alchemists of Argailias is supposed to work.'

'If you appreciate your life, you won't try to sneak into the lab without a previous invitation. Believe me, boy, if you want to become a grown up elf, you'll keep yourself from crossing Maede Killien. He would eat you up for breakfast without a problem; nobody can oppose him, and it is said he keeps a personal guard out of sheer protocol. Nobody ever disobeyed one of his direct orders, or tried a personal attack on him.' There was a touch of pride in the female elf's voice, but also of fear.

'Then it's true, the Grand Alchemist is very talented...'

'Better don't go around speaking of certain things, if you don't want to have a bad experience, kid. But it's true: the Grand Alchemist is our Lord's right hand,' she said, with a devious smile.

'I wonder how it is... How he manages to have such an effect on people. Will I be affected as well?'

'You can bet you will... Hah! I haven't been close to him many times, but he has... a kind of aura, or something that... In short: if he had ordered me to go on all fours... I would have done it without a blink!'

'I am quite sure,' he said, a comment in which she saw nothing but ill intent.

With a grunt, she emptied her cup and threw it at his companion, who dodged easily. She knelt on the bed, with a wicked smile, a trickle of wine running from the corner of her mouth. Caradhar went up to her, intercepting the pink liquid with his tongue, and sliding it then along her neck; his face sank in soft skin and fragrant hair.

'Do you like my perfume?' she asked, stretching voluptuously. 'Nestro gave it to me. He said it would drive all my lovers crazy...'

'... And I see you ran to test it on someone else,' a sardonic voice spoke, coming from the entrance.

The couple immediately turned towards the newcomer. Standing under the stone arc, a tall elf with piercing dark eyes was staring at them. He was wearing the silver, red and black Elore'il livery, and his long black mane loose over his wide shoulders. The elf closed the door behind him, fastened it and slowly walked towards the other two, getting rid of his gloves and throwing them to the floor. Besides the bed, he reached for the female's chin and lifted it, bending to press his lips against hers; she parted them and responded to his caress with a stroke of her tongue. Caradhar watched the scene with interest, without bothering to cover himself; he had just met him earlier that evening, but that was Nestro, the owner, by the way, of the bedroom where he had been having fun with his companion. She started to unfasten his sword belt, and putting it away, continued with the straps that secured his armour. Nestro let her do, turning to the younger elf with a lewd smile of his sensual lips.

'So, what do we have here? Our young prowler, whom I'll have to watch with great care if I want him to stay out of trouble. Beware, if you don't want to give a bad name to our mother House. Did my partner take good care of you in my absence? I bet she did, I bet she did, she has always been so hospitable. Not that I mind, as long as there is something left for me...'

Nestro looked at Caradhar with admiration; Dame Corail had already warned him about the need to pay special attention to a youngster from their mother House, and the weapon master had accepted it as a unavoidable, but irritating task: babysitting a gifted... He had no interest in brats, nor used to look at other males. But this one here... He didn't expect to find him in his own bed, shamelessly naked, after having got laid with his own lover; and by the gods he was beautiful. He wondered if his mentor duties would include a little taste of his ward as payment... Tentatively, Nestro stretched his hand, took a lock of his red hair and wrapped it around his index finger. The young elf didn't move back at all; instead, he eyed the body that the female had just stripped up and down: tall, muscled, tanned, proudly displaying his combat scars; everything he lacked of and that, paradoxically, made him more attractive to Nestro's eyes. And when his gaze boldly rested on his groin, the weapon master felt his member quivering, excited at the mere fact of being the target of that intense look.

To quieten down such a revealing exhibition of his desire, the elf turned around and walked towards the table; he helped himself to some wine, took a seat and watched his two bedroom companions.

'You may want to show me what you were doing before I interrupted you... I'm not jealous at all, young elf, there's nothing to worry about. The night ahead us is long, we are in no hurry, and as the owner of the bedroom, I reserve the right to state the rules...'

The girl smacked her lips; she bent down, to raise again with them his young companion's spear, though she found the task wasn't needed, as he was ready for combat once more. Caradhar held her chin and lifted her face, to slowly brush her lips with the tip of his tongue, inviting hers to join; then he made her turn around and pulled her hips, aiming between her spread thighs, and taking his time to penetrate her, making sure Nestro wouldn't lose sight of the stiff rod being engulfed by those silky walls. He started to thrust and, getting his long hair out of his face, he turned his eyes to his audience and looked at him with no shame; the weapon master was shielding his own features behind his cup of wine, but their gazes met; and the gifted didn't need his experience to read what they were revealing... Then he looked down at his crotch, and had a clear view of excited flesh pointing North... Leaning over his partner, he pushed harder, his tresses covering the slender back like soft red threads. The girl sank her cheek into the messy sheets and moaned with delight.

Once they were done, breathing heavily, she turned to the elf watching them, with a wide smile on her flushed face. Nestro was partially covering his with his hand, like trying to hide his thoughts.

'Dear, come here, please,' he said, finally. She obeyed, and surrounded her usual lover's broad shoulders with her arms, the tip of her tongue teasing his ear. The elf brushed her waist distractedly. 'I think I'm going to need some time alone with our new friend to... instruct him about proper behaviour. If you don't mind, go back to your room for tonight.'

The female stiffened, and her cheeks became even redder with indignation. But she didn't discuss with Nestro; she simply got dressed and left, slamming the door.

As for him, he stood up and went to sit on the bed, where Caradhar had been quietly awaiting, lying down. His calmed look rested on his companion, on his attractive features, his body sculpted by his practise with the sword, and his hard groin. Going on his knees, he stretched his hand and slipped it along the erection, stopping at the wet extreme. Nestro grabbed his wrist and moved it aside, with a slight grunt.

'I've been watching you for a long time, boy; do you think I need further stimulation?' And, taking advantage of the proximity of that slim body, he put his arms around his waist and drew him to himself; his anxious hands walked all along the immaculate, soft skin, and became entangled in his hair; soon, his lips joined, unable to keep waiting for a taste of those pink arches that the girl had been enjoying; taking possession of the nape of his neck, he placed them at the same level of his mouth and kissed them, hungrily, tilting his head from one side to another to have access to every corner of that moist cavern. 'Hmmm... Ah... Could you, perhaps, offer me another one of these?' he said, referring to his erection; and as he peeked, he verified that the young elf's weapon was up again, ready for inspection. 'Oh, by all the gods... is there anything more amazing than a gifted's body?' And he kissed him again, savouring him with delectation.

Caradhar noticed the warmth of his burning breath when he broke the kiss to breath; he felt the intense contact of his hands, running down his back, and when they stopped to knead his buttocks, spreading them slightly; he felt his fingers, brushing against his entrance...

'No,' the young redhead said, simply, holding his partner's wrists and staring at him. 'I don't allow anyone to do that. But,' he added, looking down at his lips, and gently rubbing his member against Nestro's, who shivered,' if you want, I can do you.' And he completed his offering caressing his lips with the tip of his tongue.

The older elf couldn't believe his ears. Was that slim youngster, who barely reached his shoulders, really suggesting that...?

'Boy... do you really think I'm letting you stick it into me? he asked, with a mocking smile.

'I assure you, you will like it. If you don't, I'll let you do me.'

Nestro's smile vanished a bit. The situation seemed vaguely unreal, as if the suggestion was being made by a girl. He placed his hands back on his firm cheeks and started at him with lust.

'And who is going to stop me from simply taking what I want?'

Caradhar frowned and fidgeted; his light body slipped outside the weapon master's embrace and jumped out of the bed. Nestro grabbed his wrist.

'No, wait! I... we'll do it the way you want. But I warn you: if you don't keep your word... I'll make sure you can't sit for a week.'

Caradhar smiled faintly; as a threat to a gifted, it wasn't very intimidating. Nestro also realised and bit his tongue. But his words had the desired effect: the elf went back to his side, gently pushed him down on the mattress and took position between his legs.

'You will like it,' he repeated, with soft voice.

And, sinking his index finger inside his partner's mouth, he made sure it got well covered with his saliva. His lips walked all the way down his agitated chest towards his stomach, and started to play with his wet, hard shaft. When Nestro's breath became clearly audible, and his hands got lost inside his red mane, the gifted slid his index inside the narrow back tunnel. The weapon master released a slight grunt, that soon acquired a much more sensual tone.

Caradhar kept his part of the deal. It was almost dawn when he made his way back to his own bedroom in silence. Maybe Nestro wasn't jealous; but he could certainly turn into a very possessive elf...

On his skin, on his wrinkled clothes, lingered the perfume of his bed partners. However, that meant nothing to him: nobody knew it, but the young gifted completely lacked the sense of smell.

Yet that wasn't a piece of information you could easily share with a lover. Specially, not after spending just one night together.

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