Ekleipsis (Fantasy Romance - LGBT, manXman)

4.4.

Instead of going at the food right away, Lielle lay down next to the elf, put a head on his shoulder and quietly asked, "So, my love, what are we to do?"

The elf's lips trembled. "I'll do whatever you ask."

"Yesterday, you did not need any asking."

Ithildin was assailed by gloom. He could only whisper, "Forgive me, Lielle ... I ... I do not understand ... This man ... Gods, I hate him ..."

He tried to put his hands over his face, but Lielle did not let him and turned the elf to face him.

"Diné, why not admit that you had liked last night. I would not have let him touch you otherwise."

Ithildin was quiet, only his face twitched, as if he were in pain.

"It's base, it's filthy, it's humiliating!" he finally managed, choking back tears. "I don't know how I could ... could let him ... I did not want to!"

"But you did not say "no" to him."

Ithildin could not understand why his lover did not reproach or despise him, because now he had every reason.

"I had lost all self-control ... I let my instincts take over my mind."

"Maybe losing self-control is a good thing, sometimes?" Lielle touched Ithildin's cheek. "You know that the only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. Why not just enjoy it, as long as we are here?"

"I can't ..." wailed the elf. "Anybody else, I would not have cared ... but this, with this ..."

Now Lielle cooed, "But you like him, no? You can't help liking him, he so big, so strong, so hot ... You like how kisses you, takes you, mounts you, dominates you ..."

The elf moaned and closed his eyes, feeling luxurious warmth slowly spread through him.

"I don't want him, but ... my body ... I can't stop ..."

"Why fight yourself?" whispered Lielle in his ear. "The forces are too unevenly matched."

"I cannot betray our love."

"But I could never arouse such passion within you."

"I would never insult you with a feeling so base!" exclaimed Ithildin so frightened, that his mind cleared at once.

"All I can say is – too bad. Sometimes, being the object of veneration could get tiresome. I wonder what it would take to get you to pounce on me like you were a hungry beast."

Ithildin blushed. The very thought was obscene. How could he ever view his Lielle with anything other than love and tenderness? Had they met and fallen in love before the elf's capture, he would never have overcome the shame of accepting the physical aspect of human love. This meant ... that the suffering he had endured in captivity was not meaningless after all. The clarity of this realization scared Ithildin. Then, the Essanti chief had been only an instrument of fate, and the elf had no choice.

Lielle was looking at him, seriously and a touch sadly. He said, "You look even more miserable now than you were when I had caught you with Fairiz and Rennarte."

"I had never been unable to master myself before," answered Ithildin quietly. "It's hard to get used to."

"This time, nobody is forcing you, my love. Even if you think you owe him something for me, you have discharged any kind of debt last night. Just say "no" to him, and he won't touch you."

"And you?"

Lielle sighed. "Me ... it's more complicated for me. First of all, I can't say "no" to him. I mean, I can, but only up to a point. Until he kisses me or gets into my pants. And, besides, even if I could ... What am I supposed to do? He saved my life. And you and I are completely in his power here. I am reluctant to mention leaving, because I do not care to hear that he is not letting me go."

Ithildin could not help smiling. His lover was not even aware of his naive coquetry. Seemed a shame to burst his bubble.

"Lille, he means it, when he says he would not force you. He would not keep you here if you wanted to leave."

Alva glanced at the elf and bit his lower lip, sighing.

"Fine, I can't deny he turns me on like mad. But I only love you, Diné." He brought Ithildin's hand to his lips. "I could give him up for you. Stay close to me, hold me, and he won't stand a chance."

Ithildin shook his head.

"No, Lielle, I will not rob you of enjoyment. Maybe I even ... like ..." he stopped and felt terribly ashamed at what he was about to say, but went on, blushing and whispering "... like to watch you, when you ... you and him. You are so beautiful when you are making love!"

Ithildin's skin burned like it would be bursting into flames any second now. He turned away, trying to hide his confusion, and pulled over the dish with food.

"You must be hungry, Lielle?"

"Ravenous. Wouldn't risk putting anything but food in my mouth." How lecherous of Lielle!

The elf could not help snorting. Coming out of noble Chevalier Ahayre's mouth, even obscenities sounded chic.