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The pale haired elf only just managed to catch himself from looking tenderly down at the girl in his arms. Rillian who had just turned up as he had finished had sent him a brief mental warning on this subject. Hopefully no one else had seen his uncharacteristic display of a tender emotion. Valdagerion wondered what was wrong with him.


“Brother?”


“Valdagerion! Valdagerion!”


The Rhi’Arran turned at this chorus of familiar voices.


“Vanadesse, Naerwen?” The warrior greeted, as his two youngest sisters approached him.


Naerwen, the youngest of his sisters skipped up to him, her aqua eyes sparkling. “Brother, are we too late?”


“Too late for what?”


“Oh, is that the human we have heard so much about?!” The young elf woman exclaimed ignoring his question, as she danced about her brother trying to get a better look at the bundle in his arms.


“Naerwen! Don’t paw at her; she is not a play thing!” He scolded, amused and exasperated in equal parts, as he tried to hold Mary away from his vivacious sister. “And what do you mean the human you have heard so much about?”


“Why it’s all that anyone has been talking about.” She declared buoyantly.


“Everyone?”


“Yes, even Mother.” The young elf female continued, oblivious to her elder brother’s displeasure.


“Mother knows?”


“But of course! Oh, let me see her, brother!” Naerwen begged, blithely undeterred by her brother’s cold façade, catching hold of his arm and standing on her toes to look at the human. “Look at her hair! It’s just like ours, only shorter. She’s so small.”


“Human’s generally are.” Vanadesse commented serenely as she caught up. She smiled graciously. “Brother.”


“Greetings honoured sister.” Valdagerion said remembering his civility, nodding his head in a semblance of a bow.


“What is her name?”


“Her name is Mary.” Valdagerion said briefly, turning back to his other sister. “Vanadesse, what has Mother heard about this?”

“Brei….” Vanadesse started, but was interrupted by Naerwen again.


“Where did you get her? I mean where is she from?”


Valdagerion sighed, thoroughly vexed. “Naerwen, please I need to speak with Vanadesse! And what did I just say about petting her!”


“Oh, she’s awake now!” The girl enthused. “Just look at those eyes Vanadesse! Why they are as deep a blue as the twilight sky! Have you ever seen anything quite like her.”


Valdagerion glanced down, Mary was blinking bleary eyed at his sister. She was still feeling rather groggy, and the only emotion he could read from his little human was a good deal of confusion, her mind still wreathed in the fogs of slumber. His sister looked in danger of petting her hair, as Mary's expression turned in to a glower.


{Val, who is this?}


{My sister.}


{I'm so tired.}


{Then sleep.}

“Naerwen, I would be carful, I have already told you she is not a pet. If you don’t listen you are likely to get bitten!”


The young elf pulled her hand away quickly, but then looked sceptically up at her brother. “Your just teasing me! Humans don’t bite. Why, they are always perfectly docile.”


“Just ask Almahrean about this one, and then say I am lying.” He warned.


“She bit Almahrean?!”


“Not quite. She bit Issilian. But Almahrean was there, and she gave him a very hard time as well." His lip twitched in to a smirk. "Ask him how his eye is for me.”


“You wouldn’t bite me would you little human?” His sister cooed, reaching her hand up again to run her hand through Mary’s golden curls.


His elder sister intervened, taking hold of her sister’s shoulders, pulling her away. “Brother, she sounds quite feral. Are you sure that she is safe to have in public?”


“They frightened her. Mary was only defending herself.” He explained defensively.


Vanadesse looked as if she might say more, but was cut short as Naerwen suddenly exclaimed, “Cute!” Just as Mary yawned and gave a little stretch, before falling back asleep, nuzzling in to the warrior’s chest.


Valdagerion turned to Vanadesse. “Is Mother here?”


“No, but Allisiana is. She intends to speak with you.”


“Still doing Mother’s dirty work, hmm.” Valdagerion said. “Where is she?”


“On the north dais.” His sister answered.


He frowned. “I was hoping to leave soon. The wine has had quite the effect on Mary.”


“Are you sure that it was not you?” Vanadesse teased. “Oh don’t look so shocked brother. All across the Gathering there has been those talking about your first Annalaya, you seem to have put on quite the performance. Besides Allisiana won’t detain you long.”


He sighed. “It can not be helped.”


“Leave the human here, and I will take you to her now.” He looked at the young woman resting in his arms. His sister must have seen his reluctance to leave her. Although Vanadesse had not voiced it, he knew that she had inferred that to take the human in to the Queen in waiting’s presence would be unwise. Not unkindly his sister added. “There is a divan through there, Nearwen will stay with her until you return. I think she is quite enchanted with your human.”


“Oh, Valdagerion please.” The young elf pleaded, delighted at the prospect. “I promise that I will look after her.”


He nodded his assent, and gently arranged the young woman on the divan. “Don’t fuss over her, she is seeping. Mary does not understand much Quetta, so there is little use in speaking to her. Do you understand?”


“Yes brother.”


He sighed. Unhappy, but there was little he could do, he needed to find out just how much his Mother knew about the situation, and some how convince her of the lie. His best bet at this was through his eldest sister who had her confidence. He kept step with his elder sister, who’s countenance like his own gave little away of what she was thinking. “Brother, she is not like any human I have seen before.”


A smile tugged at his lips at her unsubtle push for information. Secrets been a rare commodity amongst siblings. “One day I will tell you the whole story. But not here and not today.”

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At first Mary thought that it was Val who was stroking her hair. But when she groggily opened her eyes she found herself face to face with the impish face of a young female elf. Her first instinct was to slap the hand away, but she managed to check herself.


“Mary lle Kuile.” Val’s sister smiled at her.


It was Val’s sister. Mary blinked. “Valdagerion...seller?” Mary decided to make a bit more of an effort, or at least to ask the elf’s name, she couldn’t keep calling her Val’s sister. “Lin, umm…mun lin?”


Apparently pleased, Val’s sister all but bounced. Pointing to herself. “Enith lin Nearwen.”


“Nearwen.” She repeated. “En Mary.”


Ok, introductions over. The elf nodded vigorously her smile widening, her pale golden hair coming free of her elaborate chignon, she then began chatting at Mary enthusiastically. Not that Mary could work out a word of what was being said. Mary tried to listen, but she was feeling very peculiar. Her pulse was beginning to race, she was hot, breathless, and she wanted….she needed….. Val. She suddenly felt very empty, almost about to cry.
Dam Val, and dam that stupid elf wine, she was Welsh dam it she could hold her drink! But where was Val? She looked about for him fitfully, curiously bereft at his absence.


Val’s sister was looking closely at Mary. “Heniach nin?”


It was something Mary had heard Val say before, it was something like do you understand. “Lau.” Mary replied. “Lau.” Mary repeated, scrunching up her eyes. She fought to find the words, and trying to fight back totally irrational tears, and some totally unfamiliar and completely gripping emotion consuming her. “Aure anno...anno nin Valdagerion.” Please, I need Valdagerion.

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Valdagerion's mood was already darkening as he emerged from the hall he had met with his eldest sister. He was then surprised to see Nearwen flying towards him She ran to him, bare feet swift over the grass, “Mary told me to get you.”


“You should not have left her alone!” He snapped, before turning on his heal leaving her speechless in his wake.





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Mary felt delirious. Waiting for Val, every moment seemed an eternity. She couldn’t think of anything but him, not able to rest, not able to move. She had her arm flung across her eyes. Idely she ran her hands over her body, her skin was itching, only not.

Memories of earlier flashed through her mind. Val’s broad chest, perfectly sculpted, his nipples flat and pale pink, he was all rippling muscle, leading down to slim hips, his belly button then a trail of silver hair, like frost….. Mary moaned, the sound echoing around the room.

She sat up with a gasp, pulling her hand away, - which by its own volition was rubbing over crotch – she grasped the material of the divan tightly in her hands. What is wrong with me? “What I want is a cold shower.” She told herself, “but what I really want is Val’s lips on mine, and his tongue in my mouth the same way I want coffee in the mornings!” Flopping back, she drummed her heals on the divan. “This is ridiculous!” But the gut spearing lust, and it was lust continued to torment her in waves making her twist and turn.

She heard the scuff of feet on the polished wooden floor. Her back was to the door, “Val?”

A male voice spoke by her ear. “Il neve.” Not quite.


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“Lau, Lau, Lau, Lau!” He heard the girl before he saw her, the elf sped up as he heard the young woman’s protests.

Valdagerion held his headlong run when he reached the threshold of the small private chamber he had left the girl in, utterly appalled. Mary was supine on the divan as he had left her, Issilian was leaning over her, pressing her down intimately.


“Get off her now!” He growled dangerously. “How dare you!”


The red haired elf looked up. Valdagerion felt the static charge build in his body, swelling with his rage. There were voices behind him, as other’s had been drawn by the young woman’s cry’s. He clenched his fists, committing murder in front of this crowd would not help anyone, but he rethought his assessment at Issilian’s next words.


“So you came back.” Issilian shrugged, unrepentant. “I don’t know what you’re so angry about, it’s not like I would force her. She seemed quite willing.”


Mary pushed the red haired elf off her and stager over to Valdagerion, clinging on to him like a limpet. “She is out of her head on Herasa leaf. Any fool can see that. Of course she is willing!” Valdagerion spat.


“Yer, well you left her alone in that state. I thought that she was fair game, figuring you had had your fun with her for the night. She’s only a slave after all.” Issilian defended himself, glancing at the crowd that was forming behind them.


“Wrong! She is mine. And no one touches her without my permission.” Valdagerion snarled, putting the girl aside, and stalking towards the red head elf, standing just a head taller then him, his pale eyes flashing with wrath.


The other elf’s eyes fell away beneath his glare. “Fine. You should take better care of her then if you don’t want this sort of misunderstanding to happen again.”


Valdagerion let him pass, but jostling him slightly sent him a mental warning. {Believe me if this ever happens again, I will kill whoever lays even a finger on her.”} The warrior was gratified to see his subordinate blanch.


Sending a glare over his shoulder, the crowd soon dissipated mumbling amongst themselves.



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She was petrified. What on earth must Val think of her, to find some other bloke on top of her, his hands kneaded her breast as she writhed about beneath him like some wanton whore. It’s not even like she enjoyed it, the other elf he made her feel sick, but for some reason she could not stop him, her body betraying her completely. Oh gods, she really was going to cry now. Only that need was still there, burning, pushing all other things to the peripheries of her mind.


Val, he was so…..beautiful. With those icy blue eyes, clear as arctic skies. His lips slightly parted, his face gone from that of a dangerous and cold predator, to full of concern in an instant, and his hair falling forwards like a skein of silk.


“Mary.” He called.


She stared at him, her lip trembling, her whole body trembling. She wanted him, wanted him so badly that it was now almost a physical pain. Mary had heard that lust could be like a hunger, but she had never understood that until now – she felt empty – ravenous – and Val was her banquet.


“Mary come here.” He ordered softly.


She backed herself up to the corner of the room. Watching him come closer, staring at his hand offered to her. “I….I didn’t mean to…. He just came and….”


“Don’t talk about that.” He begged, closing his eyes, as if to ward off the image.


“I don’t feel myself.”


“I know.” He said. “I will make it better I promise.”


“How?”


“You know.”


“Lau…I…don’t want to…..its only the drugs, just like you said….” Closing her eyes, unable to look at him anymore.


He frowned, his face hardening suddenly, his eyes flaring with unexpected heat. “Mary, will you stop this foolishness at once! Willingly or no, you will do as I say on this matter.”


Startled, her eyes flew open, gaping at him as he glared at her possessively, his cheat rising and falling swiftly, but his face still calm. He wanted her, with the same fierceness that she did, and linked as they were she learned that the sensation was just as unexpected and new to him as it was her. With a catch in her breath she threw herself forwards at him. “Val.”


He caught her to him. Strong arms pulling her close to a warm body, hard muscle. “Mary. It’s alright.” He soothed, stroking her back until she calmed.


Mary was buried against his chest. “Val, I didn’t mean to. It wasn’t me. What ever you gave me, is making me….but i didn’t want him to touch me, you have to believe me.”


“I know.” He sighed. “I heard you shouting. I’m sorry you were put in to that situation.”


“Val.” She said, pulling back so that she could look up at him. Her own eye’s fierce in her seriousness. “Val, there is something you should know. I know myself very well. If I don’t like someone I can’t hide it. I certainly wont tolerate being touched by someone I don’t like, not for a second. I don’t even spare people like that a second thought.” Her eyes softened. “That means when I find someone I like..” She caught hold of his face, smoothing the pads of her fingers over his lips, and then settled on his cheek. “Val, I don’t know what this is…. But I feel like it’s to far now to turn back from this.”


Her lips found his. She had wanted to kiss him all evening. Val stiffened in surprise. She kissed him more fervently and he opened his mouth with a gasp, allowing her in.


Mary pulled back after a moment. Leaning back against the wall, running her hands through her hair. “It feels like my head is spinning, I’m saying some pretty crazy things, right?” She laughed.


He caught hold of her, kissing her suddenly, forcing his mouth upon hers in a searing kiss, that stole her breath away. As if he was afraid that the magic of the moment would be lost, his desire would not be denied. He pressed her firmly against the wall, his leg slipping between hers. “Mary.” He sighed against her lips, his voice thickening in passion.


“Hurry.” She pleaded. “Hurry please.”


Mary quivered in his arms, biting her lip in anticipation. The elf’s lips trailed down her neck, as his hands made a swift re-acquaintance with her curves, before they found the core of her desire, not wasting time. Mary wrapped her slim leg about his waist, opening herself to him in welcome as she clutched at his broad shoulders.


His name fell from her lips, as his fingers slid in to her passage. “I’m sorry.” He repeated. “I didn’t know the herb would affect you this strongly. But I will take care of you.” As she gasped, he thrust his fingers in to her, testing her slick channel. His lips pulling the fabric of her gown aside, so that he could nip and suckle upon her already engorged nipples.


Mary threw her head back against the wall, eyes closed shut, restive under his ministrations but unable to move pressed hard by his hot, heavy body. “Val, I’m burning.”


“I will make you feel better, Mary.” He promised darkly, as he stood. His hips pressed up against hers, his eyes boring in to hers, as he lifted her easily, sliding her up the wall. Mary hadn’t even noticed when he had undid his pants, but his rigid length was pressed against her, and then almost instantly he had thrust in to her, right to the hilt. Mary gasped, arching like a bow, scrabbling at his shoulders. It hurt a little, but it was exactly what she had wanted, the friction, and the heat.


He waited a moment, looking up at her face. She let a stay tear fall, but managed to smile at him. “Val, its ok. I need it. Take me, please just like…”


He thrust up, and she gasped. With his hand about her slight shoulders, and the other supporting her leg, so that he could watch as he thrust in to her. Watching as he disappeared within her over and over. He grunted with the force of his thrusts, driven on by her own attempts to thrust back and stifiled whimpers as she bit in to the back of her own arm to muffle them.


The elf fell to kissing her neck again. Licking, kissing, biting, devouring her. Relishing the vibrations of her voice trapped within her throat against his lips. “Val, I’m going to….”


“Just let go.” He advised, his breath catching as he drew her down for a messy kiss. Mary quivering in his arms as she all but threw herself upon him. Still mindful of his considerable strength he sped up, answering her desperate gyrations. She came with his name upon her lips.

Mary was right about one thing, the elf thought as the unbelievable ecstasy of his own climax came upon him. Whatever this was, it was too late for either of them to back out now.