Choose Your Chains (Closed for haremfaery)

[haremfaery]

"Healers are good to have, especially since we anticipate at least some trouble along the way."

She gave him her best smile. "I'm not planning on getting you drunk and taking advantage of you, Vuduin. I just want to get to know my traveling companions. And something more about the Farcerans. Someone said that you've served them for many years. Did you know Cillian? before he went away? And what do you think of Tarron?"

She poured wine for the two of them and sat in one fo the side chairs leaving the settee for Vuduin.

It was true, she wanted to learn all she could about this family. It was also true that she wasn't planning on bedding Vuduin. Yet. She might once they were on the road if Tarron's arrogance pissed her off.

~~~~~

"Perhaps you father thinks that having Desire, you, and me all traveling together is a bad idea. I have to agree with that. We're making progress, Cillian. This will give us both a little space, and when I return, we can rebuild our marriage." She stepped close to him and rested her hands on his chest. "I think you should listen to your father, but I have no way to stop you if you don't."

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

Vuduin smiled at the mention of knowing Cillian growing up.

"He was 10 when he came here. I was older than him, of course, at least in years, but— I don't know what Cillian was like before his mother died, but he older than me already. If that makes sense. I feel like I'm babbling. People might say he has an 'old soul.' But it wasn't that. It's more like he lived a lot of life in those ten, and not a lot of it was good. He came here angry. It was justified, with everything that happened to his mother. Then Kythaela's death didn't help. If Phyrra hadn't been born a few years later, and taken such a liking to him, I don't think Cillian would have turned out to be as good as he is. She gave him someone to protect and look after."


~~~~~

"Having you, me, and Desire traveling together is exactly the sort of bullshit my father usually pulls. He... after my mother's death and the death of Kythaela, my father changed. He was always aloof, but he got mean. But it's never in obvious ways. But I'm going to assume you are saying you can't stop me means this conversation never leaves this room. I appreciate that. I really do."

Cillian put his arm around her waist.

"I don't want to spend the rest of my life apologizing to you, but I at least owe you a few more years of saying that I'm sorry I didn't trust you when we first met." He put on his best lascivious grin. "How can I possibly make it up to you?"

He pulled gentle on her corset strings, not like last time where he was plowing ahead. This time he was asking permission to pull hard enough to undo them.

 

[haremfaery]

"Cillian is a very complicated man. He didn't tell me much, but I know his relationship with his father is strained to say the least. The way his father treated him, and me, on our arrival ... Let's just say, I know why the elves aren't know for their hospitality." She took a sip of the excellent elven wine. "I know how much Cillian cares for his sister, but she didn't seem so happy with him at dinner tonight."

She stretched out her legs, the gauzy dress clung to them showing her smooth dancer's muscles. She wanted to learn more about this elf. "What did you do during the thirty years that Cillian was away?"

~~~~~

"Your father had never been mean to me." she paused. "Perhaps he is more concerned about defeating the empire than making your life miserable and that is why he wants you to stay behind. I admit, I'm not happy to be traveling with," she stopped herself from saying something they'd both regret, "the tiefling, but it must be done. Were you planning on following us at a distance? Just showing up? Promise me there won't be any problems."

She smiled at him when he grinned at her. "I like it when you apologize." They could talk more later. She took his hands and helped him untie the corset strings.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

"Complicated would be one way to put it."

Since a few minutes after entering the room, Vuduin had been doing a fantastic job maintaining eye contact. It helped that as mesmerizing as she was physically, she was intelligent and witty. He genuinely enjoyed talking to her. But when she stretched, he lost focus a little, before snapping his eyes back up.

"Ummm... Yeah. Since Cillian left, I've been a guard here. Ulfamel's had a few skirmishes with the empire, even managed to breach the wall once. But they've never made it to this house. So, I did my rounds, and I trained, I prayed, I read. I enjoy reading a lot. I got to know Siora a bit."

Vuduin turned a little pink. It could have been the wine, though.

"I'm afraid I'm not a terribly interesting person. I'm sure you have far more interesting stories to tell than I do."

It was his passive and polite way of asking. If she didn't want to, she wouldn't be viewed as rude. Even though there was no one else in the room who could have thought it, that was how Vuduin had been taught to speak to a lady.

 

[haremfaery]

Desire smiled. Vuduin was refreshing. Everything he thought was right there on his face. No subterfuge, no secrets. She smiled again, perhaps one little secret ... he had feelings for Siora. She doubted he had done anything about it though, she was his friend's wife after all.

"I could tell you some stories--but I'd have to kill you." She said in a dead serious voice. Then she chuckled. "A jest." She grew serious once more. "But not really." She sighed.

Then she gave him a genuine smile. "There is one story I can tell you. It was when I was in a harem in Khasam in the far south of the empire. I can't tell you why I was there, but ... one night the Khasarat--that's the leader, warlord, whatever, had a big feast. He paraded his harems around: wives, concubines, and slaves. The slaves were the entertainment. Some sang and recited poetry or played instruments. I was asked to dance--I'm a very good dancer." She took another sip of wine. "Anyway, while the room had very high ceilings, there were these fans that hung from the ceilings. Slaves pulled cords to keep the turning. It helped keep the room cool. So ... I was doing this dance with veils, I'd done it many times before, but ... I twirled a veil over my head while I was spinning and the veil caught on one of the fan blades. I jumped up to try and grab it, but every time I jumped it was already spinning away from me. I looked like an idiot." She stood up and demonstrated jumping and reaching, jumping and reaching, and laughing the entire time. "Lesson learned--I don't dance with veils anymore."

She sat back down grinning. She hadn't told anyone that story for a number of reasons. But Vuduin was easy to talk to. She'd have to watch that.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

Oh, shit!

Desire had attempted to demonstrate looking foolish. Instead, Vuduin watched her body move and saw flesh and muscle, lithe limbs. He'd had been having impure thoughts about Desire since the minute he laid eyes or her. Now, what was going through his head ranged from lusty to perverse. Since the day Cillian left, Vuduin had carried a torch for Siora. It wasn't like he hadn't found any other woman attractive. But it had been passing thoughts. Now his mind conjured images of catching her as she jumped and guiding her to the bed. And he felt guilty like he was unfaithful to a woman he'd never had a chance to be faithful to.

He stood suddenly, knocking he wine over. That white table cloth would never be white again.

"Oh, shit. I'm sorry."

He knew his thoughts were ridiculous. Siora would never take him to her bed, especially now that Cillian had returned. And Desire... he understood there were a lot of complications there. What was she to Cillian? Had she only been a warm body as they traveled? If so, it seemed unlikely that he'd have brought her into the city at all.

"I'll find a servant to get you a fresh table cloth. I'm sorry. I can be clumsy sometimes."

He walked towards the door, avoiding eye contact—this time staring at the floor.

 

[haremfaery]

"It's fine, really." Desire had hoped to make Vuduin more at ease and for some reason he was even more tense. Embarrassed?

She went to the door with him and rested her hand on his forearm. "Vuduin, I appreciate you coming in and talking to me. You're the first person here to make me feel welcomed. I'm glad you'll be traveling with us." He was much taller than Cillian, she had to go on tiptoe to give him a chaste kiss on the cheek. "Thank you."

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

As the party left the city, Cillian, under the watchful eye of his father and several guards, rode to the gates with them. Siora was very touchy-feely, especially when it looked like Desire might see. Desire was done with him, so what should he care... because even though he was trying to wall it off, she was Heart's Desire.

Cillian put on a show of kissing her goodbye. Siora was a pretty good actress, or maybe she wasn't sure if he'd follow. But either way, the emotions were convincing. Both of them behaved like people who wouldn't see each other for months.

He waved as she left the city. It was only after they left that Cillian realized he didn't say goodbye to Desire.

-----

Ailred had guards posted at Cillian's door to keep him from leaving. Good thing Cillian wouldn't be going out the door. He looked out his window. No guards posted below it—an amateur move. Cillian had managed to retrieve two daggers and some rope. He'd have liked to have more supplies, but even with his light fingers, it's challenging to grab bundles of rations while four guards watch you in a well-lit hallway.

He tied the rope in a knot that would hold when the rope was taut, but release quickly with slack. He climbed down the wall. When he reached the ground, he snapped the rope. The wave traveled up the rope, knocked the knot loose, and Cillian quickly coiled it.

From there, it was easy to get to the wall and easy enough for Cillian to climb. He timed the guard rounds throughout the day, so he knew when he could climb up, cross the top and climb down without issue. When he was a few feet up from the ground, he dropped from the wall landing face to face with a rather annoyed looking linx.

He backed up slowly.

"Good kitty. Nice kitty." He reached towards his belt, ready to stab it...

"Don't you hurt dare hurt Glifriss," said a familiar voice.

"What are you doing here?" Cillian asked.

"The same thing you are, just faster apparently. Like I didn't know you'd try this."

"Does father know you left?"

"Of course not. He had the guards looking for you trying to escape. Who do you think took care of the guards that were stationed under your window?"

"What did you do?"

"Oh, don't worry. They're fine. Just tangled up in some vines. Face it, brother. You need me," she said, tossing him a pack with supplies for traveling.

Cillian chuckled. "When did you get so devious."

"30 years is a long time, Cillian."

"Okay. The longer we stand here debating, the further away they get. Let's hurry."

Phyrra scratched Glifriss behind the ears and smiled.

 

[haremfaery]

Desire wanted to retch watching Siora and Cillian paw at each other. Were they doing this for her benefit? For Ailred's? Siora seemed genuine enough, but Desire knew what a good liar Cillian was. Maybe he was trying to put his life back together. Maybe she should start moving on with her own. Once she was home, away from Cillian, away from Siora, then she think about what to do.

In the meantime, there was Tarron to flirt with.

Her swords were stored on her back, with a bollocks dagger on each hip. She'd let the elves keep their bows, she had other ranged attacks if she needed one. She doubted they would be attacked this close to the city, but she stayed vigilant while enjoying the countryside.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

Cillian and Phyrra had to move fast through the forest, at least until they were out of sight of the city. He kept lagging as Phyrra moved swiftly through the undergrowth. He wasn't breathing hard, just slower than her even running full speed.

"Sister, I'm guessing this isn't your first time out in these woods."

Phyrra laughed and slowed down a little. "You're not the only one who can be sneaky."

"And your friend here?"

"Glifriss, we have a bond."

"You have been busy since I went away."

"You know you fucked everything up, right?"

"I shouldn't have left, I know. Siora has told me that plenty."

"Well, yes, but I meant fucking Siora."

"Phyrra..."

"Cillian..."

"She's my wife."

"You told me Desire was the love of your life."

"Apparently, the feelings weren't the same, or she wouldn't have slept with Tarron."

"Tarrron can be quite charming. Maybe it wasn't her fault."

"I've only known her for a short time, but I know she's more than capable of resisting passing advances. More than likely, she was the one to initiate it. I overestimated my importance to her. And now that I'm back, now that I'm out, perhaps it's for the best."

"You're an idiot. She was hurt and not thinking clearly. And if I had to guess, it was the same for you. That's not fair to Siora."

"I know. That's why I told her."

Phyrra stumbled slightly. "What did you tell her?"

"I told her I was hurt and angry and that it wasn't fair to her, but I'd try to do better. But enough about my love life, how about—"

"Don't. Even. Go. There."

They continued in mostly silence, moving as swiftly as they could.

-----

Hatharal and his men waited on the other side of the bridge, hidden in the trees. They'd taken this to be their toll bridge. They weren't going to let anyone pass without paying up. It was just one of the syndicate's sources of revenue, but it was an easy job, and Hatharal was happy to have it. Birds scattered from a tree on the other side of the river. Someone was coming.

"Alright, everyone, time to earn your keep."

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

(Posted on behalf of haremfaery)

Vuduin was in front leading the group, then Siora and the magic-user followed be Desire. Tarron brought up the rear, so he could watch hers, he’d said when they discussed traveling order.

Desire would have preferred more distance between Siora and her. Plus, she thought she’d be better at the back of the group. It gave her a better chance to use her magic and some tone to start dancing if they were attacked. But she didn’t want to explain all she could do. Flame dancers weren’t common, and she didn’t want to give away any secrets if she didn’t have to.

They approached a bridge. The road narrowed, and trees encroached on either side. Just when Desire was about to say it looked like a good spot for an ambush, a large half-elf stepped out from behind a tree and faced them.

“Well met, travelers.” He sized them up to determine just how much to ask for passage across the bridge. “I tend the bridge here, keep it in good repair for those like yourselves who need to use it. I only ask a small toll to pay for its upkeep.” He paused, knowing his men were silently waiting to see if there would be trouble.

“Only two gold each. A small sum for such a fine group as yourselves.”

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

Whether or not someone paid, if the haggled, or paid quickly was an excellent way to tell how loaded or armed a group of travelers was. Hatharal waited to see if they'd accept his gracious offer. He had a quota to fill, so he'd have to kill them and strip their bodies anyway, but he'd least make it quick for whoever came towards them with the gold.

~~~~~

Phyrra was the first to see it. Traveling by the road meant being at the wrong angle to see the several elves and half-elves hiding behind the trees. She saw an archer at the ready. She drew her bow, notched an arrow, and fired.

Then all hell broke loose.

 

[haremfaery]

Desire heard a cry behind her in time to watch one of the bandits fall dead with an arrow through his throat. Arrows were flying. She heard the clash of steel up ahead. She shot two eldritch blasts where she thought archers might be. She shrugged off the belt holding her scimitars and unsheathed them all the while moving in the beginnings of her dance.

Tarron shouted at her and moved his horse forward. Apparently he thought she was a fool for having dismounted. The fighting was at the front, while the bandits' archers were trying to pick people off or distract them.

She heard another cry and an archer fell from his perch in a nearby tree. Were they killing each other in the crossfire? No time to worry about it. Her swords were now ablaze. They were outnumbered, that was easy to see.

She saw blasts of magic coming from Jassin. Vuduin was doing his best to protect Siora.

She felt the heat and power rise within her. She danced into the thick of the bandits.

"There's a fucking fire elemental!" One yelled.

Desire grinned. She slashed with her swords and cast firebolts. One of the bandits made a lucky hit on her. She turned and yelled a Hellish Rebuke and watched him go up in flames.

She looked and shot two blasts at bandits attacking Tarron then danced closer to use her swords. Beshaba's Tits. How many of these thrice-damned bandits were there?

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

Fireballs were flying, and arrows whistled through the air. The Syndicate members had numbers. The ambassador's entourage had skill. Even with her limited experience, Siora could at least aid in battle. Vuduin stood before her, at least until he took an arrow to the shoulder. He was not stoic when Siora forced the barbed arrow the rest of the way through, so she snapped the arrowhead off and pulled the shaft back out of the wound.

"Fuuuuuuuuck!" he cried out in elvish.

But a quick bit of healing from Siora, and he was back on his feet. He raised his shield and moved slowly forward, protecting Siora while also keeping Desire in range of her healing spells. Vuduin was battle focused, so he wasn't too phased by Desire's fiery transformation after he got over the initial surprise, but he was definitely going to ask her about it later.

Tarron, ever the soldier, charged his horse forward, only to have it stumble and fall when it was hit with several arrows. Tarron went sprawling to the ground but rolled away just in time to avoid becoming a very arrogant pin cushion.

Cillian and Phyrra unleashed arrows from the other side of the river. Phyrra was much better with a bow than her brother. But he was at least forcing them to duck for cover and pushing them closer and closer to Desire's fiery attacks. Cillian was much better at up close and nasty with a blade. But, unlike his brother, he wasn't full hearty enough to charge across a bridge.

Cillian knew he didn't need to worry about Desire. She was more than capable of handling herself in a fight. He was doing what he could to help, and he was satisfied with that.

When the last of the Syndicate soldiers fell, Cillian and Phyrra made their way out of the trees to join the others.

"We thought you might need a little help," Phyrra said with a satisfied grin.

Cillian made his way from the back of the group, Jassin, Siora, Vuduin, check on each of them in turn. He kicked Tarron in the side, "Are you still alive?"

"Fuck you," Tarron snapped.

"Guess so."

And last, he came up to Desire.

"Are you going to be okay?"

 

[haremfaery]

So many retorts ran through Desire's mind, she simply couldn't choose what to say to Cillian. Or shout. Or scream. Instead, she turned her back on him and spat out some blood.

Why in Seven Hells was Cillian here? And with Phyrra, no less. Was it so hard to stay away from Siora now that he had to come following after her? He couldn't resist rubbing her nose in it, could he?

She had a slash on her arm and walked with a slight limp as she headed for Vuduin for some healing. And an excuse to get away from Cillian. She'd be fine without a magical touch, but it would make traveling more comfortable.

"I could use some healing, if possible, or at least some bandaging." She didn't know how many spells they'd used already.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

Phyrra watched the 'reunion' play out about as well as she'd expected. "I'm not going to say you wouldn't have been able to handle yourself, but aren't you glad we showed up?"

Cillian glared at her and mouthed the words,' Not helping.' Then he turned to everyone else. "Maybe we can save the tearful reunions until after we've gotten out of here just in case these fucks have friends who will come to check on them."

Thanks to Tarron's recklessness, they now had seven people and four horses. A little haggling and weight shifting later, they discovered the best arrangement to keep the horses from wearing out too quickly. Desire and Vuduin, Jassin and Phyrra, and Siora and Cillian, with Tarron and his heavy armor with a new horse all to himself.

"Try not to get this one killed," Phyrra said. Tarron pretended not to hear her.

They'd go slower, but they could get fresh horses when they reached the next city in two days. And straight walking would have taken longer.

Tarron was at the end, guarding their flank in case of attack. Then came Cillian and Siora, Jassin and Phyrra, and in the front was the chaste knight and the fiery tiefling.

~~~~~

Vuduin sat with Desire between his thighs. A position he was found most uncomfortable for several reasons. He was a little worried she might combust at any moment, or that he'd be consumed by a different type of fire. He cleared his throat and said, "Do you mind telling me what I saw back there? You were amazing."

~~~~~

"I appreciate you keeping my secret," Cillian said to Siora. Those were all the words he had in him at the moment.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

(Posted on behalf of haremfaery)

Desire wanted to give Cillian a piece of her mind about bringing Phyrra with him. What was he thinking? Granted, the girl was good with a bow, but this mission was clearly more dangerous than she thought, and they were barely outside the city.

Desire would have put Phyrra on the horse with Vuduin. Also, with them in front, she didn’t have to watch Cillian and Siora together. She remembered the feel of her back against his chest and his arms around her as he held the reins.

But the knight seemed interested in being close to her. When he asked her about her fighting style, that explained why. He wasn’t shy at all in this subject.

Desire laughed a genuine laugh. “I’m a flame dancer. My parents were killed or taken by slavers. I hid and made my way to a temple. The monks took me in and trained me.“ Was that the lie she had told Cillian? it didn’t matter. “The dancing helps focus the magic. She wasn’t going to tell him details; the less people knew about this secret fighting technique, the better, like the fact that except for a few cantrips and tiefling spells, she couldn’t cast anything unless she was dancing.

“I do added fire damage when I’m dancing. I had to be careful not to set the woods on fire. The first time Cillian actually saw me light up ...” she started to smile at the memory of his shocked face. Then stopped herself. “I take it elves don’t have fire dancers.” She changed the subject. At least Vuduin couldn’t see her face.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

Vuduin looked at the tiefling between his arms, and his eyes shot up to watch the road when he caught himself watching the way her breasts bounced slightly as the horse cantered. Even as distracted as he momentarily was, he didn't fail to notice her trailing off at mentioning Cillian.

He made a mental reminder to kick Cillian's ass later.

"If we do, they are better at keeping secrets than you are." He gave a genuine laugh. He was

His eyes dipped again, and then he could feel his body responding. He was hoping riding breeches were enough to conceal his arousal.

~~~~~

Riding with Siora between his thighs, Cillian couldn't help but think of riding with Desire until they killed the two Empire messengers—how she let him slip his hand into her breeches and torment her. He knew riding breeches weren't enough to conceal his arousal.

Focus on the woman in front of you.

"You were pretty ruthless with Vuduin, getting that arrow out of him. That's not a judgment. That's a compliment. I was... impressed with how efficient you were. You're pretty amazing."

 

[haremfaery]

"It's hard to keep it a secret when you become a living torch." She laughed along with Vuduin. "I have to give it to those bandits. My foes usually turn tail and run once I'm on fire."

She felt ... something. Or thought she did. Well, well. Vuduin wasn't as straight-laced as he seemed. How much would it piss off Cillian if she fucked Vuduin? But the elf was so sweet, she didn't want to use him like that. But she adjusted her seat in the saddle pushing her ass against his crotch just the same.

"Tarron said it's two days to the city. Does that mean we're sleeping rough tonight?" Somehow she couldn't picture elegant Siora in a bedroll on the ground. With Cillian. Fucking him. No she couldn't picture Siora fucking at all. Siora would only make love. She said it in a singsong voice in her head. Beshaba's Tits, this was going to be a long fucking trip.

~~~~~

"I couldn't heal him with the arrow in him. It's easier to just do it fast then heal it. The pain recedes to a memory along with the scar. Taking my time would hurt him more." She leaned back against him. "I'm not amazing. Any healer could have done it."

She felt his erection press against her. A blush bloomed in her cheeks. He wanted her. Her nipples hardened at the thought that she aroused him. She decided it was a good thing that he had joined them.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

"We packed tents and Phyrra... has some talents that might help."

Vuduin had seen Phyrra weave plants like thread. He had been her cover as she practiced her art in the woods. 'Just going for a walk with Vuduin,' seemed to placate her father's worries that she might be doing something unladylike, and he could be trusted with her. Though that did reveal how little Ailred knew about his daughter. But Vuduin did strive to be honorable.

He felt Desire shift in the saddle. Vuduin shuddered slightly.

Fuck. She knows.

Vuduin coughed. "I'm sorry. I... It's not something I have control over, and you're... a very comely woman."

He could have left it unmentioned, but for some reason, that didn't feel right. But the way she moved, was she doing that on purpose?

"Umm... Desire... I..."

With all the blood rapidly rushing south, he was having trouble concentrating.

"I don't know what I'm supposed to do right now."

He started to feel like kicking himself. He had an amazingly hot, in more ways than one, woman grinding in his lap, and he couldn't just sit back and enjoy it. Vuduin always tried to do the right thing. This was a situation where he didn't know what the right thing was. There were so many interpersonal connections, crisis crossing this entourage that it just made everything very complicated. Or maybe Desire was just teasing him... to get back at Cillian.

Would that be the worst thing? Cillian had hurt two women, but Siora seemed to have forgiven him and Desire... Vuduin thought her name was very apt.

 

[haremfaery]

How many tents? Desire wondered. At least she wouldn't have to share a tent with Siora now that Cillian was here.

Desire laughed softly. "You're not the first man who's poked me with his cock." She wished she could see if face. He was probably blushing.

"I don't know what I'm supposed to do right now."

"You don't have to do anything. However, we're not exactly in a position for me to help you with your problem right now." Having his body pressed again the base of her tail wasn't helping her either. She shifted forward to put some space between them. "Is that better?"

The rode in silence for some time, then Desire's curiosity got the better of her. "Vuduin. I'm going to ask you a personal question, you can answer it or not or tell me to fuck off and I'll drop it. But ... have you ever been with a woman?"

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

When Desire moved, Vuduin let out something between a groan and whimper, and his hips chased her for just a second before he stopped himself.

I didn't say you had to stop.

"Is that better?"

Define better.

"It makes it easier to concentrate on the road."

Had he actually wanted her to move, he would have added a thank you. He chastised himself for lusting after this woman. In an attempt to calm down and take his mind off his throbbing cock trapped beneath his breeches, Vuduin began going over their supplies in his head. His pulse rate had started to go down, and his erection started to subside...

"... have you ever been with a woman?"

That question reversed all that progress.

"I have not. I've been... waiting."

~~~~~

This isn't fair to Siora.

Cillian sat there, trying and failing not to think of Desire while his wife sat against him. He wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her close, feeling her warmth against him, hoping it would chase away the thoughts of another woman.

Focus on what you have, not on what you've lost.

He kissed her neck. It wasn't meant to be in a sensual way, just affectionate. He was testing it out. It was... okay.



~~~~~

Jassin coughed slightly and said, "Things are complicated, aren't they?"

Phyrra let out a snort. "You have a gift for understatement."

"Do I even want to know?" He asked.

Phyrra sighed. "Okay..."

She proceeded to explain to him the weird interconnecting web of all parties involved.

"Gods, this is going to be a long trip," he said.

"Yes. Yes, it will."

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

(Posted on behalf of haremfaery)

Desire heard the groan. Poor Vuduin. This was going to be a long, painful ride for him.

“Waiting? For what? For whom? I didn’t think elves valued virginity like humans do. But I suppose with your lifespan waiting fifty years to have sex isn’t as bad as it sounds.” It actually shocked her that there was a man out there who wasn’t chasing anything with a home to push his cock into. She had thought to offer to suck him off when they took a break so he could concentrate on possible dangers on the road. But if he was saving himself, she’d feel like she was doing a disservice. She didn’t want him to feel guilty about cheating on his chosen one.

She flicked her tail and let it settle across his thigh.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

"I'm..."

He'd been waiting for Siora. He'd been waiting for news of Cillian's death, so after an appropriate time of mourning, he could attempt to woo her.

"I was waiting for the right person. But I'm starting to think that's a foolishly romantic notion. It's not like the universe would align itself just so that two people could meet and fall instantly in love, and everything would be fine. Relationships don't work like that. There are always... complications. Instead of understanding that, I built this fantasy in my head about how it was supposed to play out.'

He let out a sigh.

"I'm waiting for a person who doesn't exist. It's ridiculous, and I should grow up and stop thinking like that."

 

[haremfaery]

"You are so right, Vuduin. It's easy to create a fantasy, and then when it goes wrong," she sighed. "It's ..." Like a knife in your heart. "Difficult." She closed her eyes a moment.

"I'm sure you'll find the right person eventually. Stop waiting for that fantasy to show up. You might wait your whole life and miss out on the real thing. Love is messy, and love can hurt. Love is a fight and when you get knocked down, you stand back up." She laughed ruefully. Here she was, the woman who slept with her marks and then killed them. She didn't know a thrice-damned thing about love. The one time she opened herself up to it ...