He looked up from his harp,
surprised by the knock at his door. It was near dawn, his favorite
time, the sun just teasing the sky with pinks and golds. The servants
knew better than to disturb the elf, Gana and her father should be in
bed, and the rest of the coterie never came to his quarters.
Curiosity settled him as he crossed the room.
Elthanael frowned at his
commander as she lounged against the door frame, eyes downcast.
"Gana, what..." He let his voice trail off, empathy picking
up on her sadness and frustration. "Come in," the elf said,
stepping aside. The hybrid shuffled into his rooms, wrapping arms
around her chest, heading straight to one of his over-sized couches.
El followed her, waiting for her to tell him what was wrong.
Morrigana wore one of her half
forms; silver skin and tail, but no wings or claws. Her tail lashed
as she flopped amongst the cushions, her silver eyes closed.
Elthanael settled on the arm of the couch, content to watch her, but
dying to know what upset her. He hated seeing the half-dragon in pain
and being unable to help.
She let the moment linger in
silence, then reached one hand for him. "Sorry to intrude,"
she mumbled, taking his hand, pulling him close. Morrigana settled
her head on his thigh, sighing contentedly.
"You never intrude,"
he replied, stroking her hair. The black mass was warm beneath his
touch; it must still be full of blood from her last kill. The elf's
stomach clenched pleasantly as he thought about her fighting,
splashed in blood, her hair dancing around her face as it sucked up
the sanguine fluid.
"I wanted to see you, and
I know this is your private time-"
She sounded to be on the verge
of tears. El touched her chin, turning her to face him. Their eyes
met, and he saw pain in hers. "You are always welcome here,
Gana-tii. I will never be upset to see you." He bit his lip to
keep his continued thought to himself. I love when you come visit.
Just seeing you is enough to make me cherish your visits.
The assassin smiled softly,
closing her eyes again. "Thank you."
He ran his hands through her
hair, wishing he could wake up smelling it every morning. Shalafae
is incredibly lucky. "Do you want to talk about it?"
She sighed, her frustration
radiating painfully though their empathy. El winced, caught off guard
by the intensity of her emotions, but not wanting to cut himself off
from her.
"I hate politics."
Her voice was surly, her mouth petulant. The elf couldn't help but
laugh, eliciting a glare from his commander. Elthanael tried to stop,
but the more he tried, the more he laughed. "What's your
problem?"
"Sorry, sorry, you just
look so..." He couldn't think of an apt description. "Well,
darling, you're pouting."
She burst out laughing, her
mood breaking. Her fingers squeezed his, and she grinned, fangs
flashing. She always keeps the strangest features. I'm surprised
she doesn't keep the claws along with the fangs. "I guess I
was pouting." The hybrid settled more comfortably into his lap,
gazing at the designs carved in his ceiling. She chewed her lip,
thinking, and the elf rubbed his thumb across her knuckles, waiting
patiently.
"Father's embroiled in his
empire, and it's taking all his time. Meetings, and plotting, and
planning." Frustration leaked back into her voice. "He said
he'd teach me how to play these games, but so far he can't be
bothered. I can't even get to go out and kill." Her fingers
crooked, her lips pulling down in a snarl.
El stroked her forehead. "Have
you told him?"
Gana's anger grew stronger,
projected by her own empathic abilities. "I tried. He's been
ignoring me. I try to help, and he shoves me away. I try to be docile
and quiet, and he abuses me. He doesn't come to bed, he doesn't
confide in me, he doesn't use me as his weapon..." Tears rose in
her eyes, her voice choking off.
He said nothing, merely
touching her, letting her know that he was there. Always here for
her. There's no where else to be.
The half-dragon sat up,
clenching her fists, glaring out the windows. "I'm so bored, and
it's not fucking fair. If I went out and did what I wanted, I'd get
in trouble. I can't keep my mind on anything. I just-" Morrigana
growled, standing up to pace.
"I just don't get it."
Sadness replaced anger, making his heart ache. "I don't know
what to do. Part of me is scared he's growing bored of me, but
another part knows he still loves me." Gana wrung her hands, her
bootheels clicking on the tile floor. Her restless frustration spread
to him, and he stood, staring helplessly at her.
How do I help you through
this? Neither of us will ever stand up to Shalafae, so it's not like
we can force him to spend time with you. "We could go on a
killing spree," he suggested softly.
Her hair, semi sentient,
twitched around her as the half-dragon paused. El watched it pulse as
she said, "I have. I've slain, I've hunted, I've feasted. I
bathed in blood, I terrified mortals, I reshaped mountains. Nothing
has made me forget my father is ignoring me. He's decided his empire
is more important, and I'm suffering."
El strode forward, enfolding
his commander in his arms. She was stiff, resisting him, but he kept
hugging. "You will always be the most important person to me."
He let his heart speak true for the first time in two millennia, and
felt no regret for reminding her of his love.
Morrigana's tail lashed,
flipping around their ankles, her body vibrating in his arms.
"Elthanael," she whispered, "I'm not in very good
control. Don't provoke me."
He tipped her head up and
kissed her.
She resisted at first, then
started to soften. Even without her kissing back, he cherished the
moment, like he cherished every intimacy they'd had. Gana opened her
lips with a sigh, her forked tongue meeting his.
The elf was forcefully thrown
to the couch, Morrigana growling, her aura suddenly dangerous.
Goosebumps rose on his skin, his breath catching in his throat. She
stared at him with hunger in her eyes, fingers crooked. "Gana?"
he asked breathlessly.
"No questions," she
snarled, falling upon him. The elf groaned as she forced herself upon
him, kissing him, her hands digging into his shoulder. She was
growling beneath her breath, raising the hairs along his body. Strong
thighs straddled his lap, clenching him tightly as she broke the kiss
to nibble on his neck.
He sighed in pleasure, even as
his thoughts screamed out warnings. El arched his neck up to her
mouth, knowing the half-dragon's penchant for biting and feeding. She
nipped the tender skin, keeping her fangs to herself. His hands rose
to her waist, shaking as he slid them along her leather corset.
"What are you doing?"
he whispered, letting caution pull him back from blind lust. As much
as he loved and wanted her, he couldn't jeopardize their friendship.
Morrigana ground herself
against his erection, reminding him she knew about his need. He tried
to stop her, embarrassed by his reaction, and she grabbed his wrists.
Elthanael's eyes went wide as she pushed his hands aside, gaze locked
on his. "I was encouraged to take you as a lover, so I am going
to have my way with you. Are you complaining?"
His heart stumbled. At that
moment, she sounded just like her father. His mouth went dry, and he
trembled, wanting to give in to her. "Are you sure-"
El cried out when she suddenly
grabbed his hair, yanking his head back, rising on her knees to loom
over him. Breathing frantically, he stared up, helpless, aching for
her touch, yet scared to ask her for it. She tugged on his hair,
making him cry out again, face set in an unreadable mask. "Do
you want me to leave?" she asked, voice low. "I could
always find one of the other guys."
His heart plunged, his blood
turning cold. "Don't go," he said weakly. "Stay.
Please." His eyes stung with tears as he thought about her
walking away, about her sharing herself with someone who didn't love
her like he did.
Gana released his other wrist,
taking his throat in her hand. Her nostrils flared as she squeezed,
cutting off his breath. "Are you certain?" Violence
pervaded her aura, singeing his nerves, reminding him she was a
dragon and a daughter of the Shalafae.
He would not leave this
encounter unscathed.
Swallowing hard, throat bobbing
against her hand, Elthanael laid his head back, eyes closing slowly. She drew a deep breath, shivering, and he felt her accept his
submission. He gasped as she leaned forward, forked tongue brushing
the edge of his mouth, not quite kissing him. The elf squirmed,
daring to lay his hands on her thighs, still not believing this was
really happening.
Licking his mouth, she started
purring, taking his wrists again. He arched against her, trying to
kiss her full mouth, letting her guide his wrists over his head.
Morrigana laughed breathlessly, summoning magic to her will, and El
found his wrists bound to the couch.
A moan fell from his lips, and
she kissed him deeply. Fangs nicked his lips, her forked tongue
probed deep into his mouth, and she ground herself down onto his lap.
The half-dragon crooned as she bit his lower lip, drawing blood,
sucking it between her teeth. His lips stung, his body shook, his
heart racing.
Claws traced his arms, and El
felt fear of the razor sharp talons. He'd seen Morrigana in action,
knew how dangerous she was. He writhed as her claws found his neck,
pricking at his pulse as her mouth continued to suck his lips. The
contrast in sensation wrang a low moan from him, and he strained at
his bonds.
Gana tipped his head to the
side, her breath playing across his neck. Her sharp growl surprised
him, and he stopped breathing as she tore his shirt open, claws
raising painful welts on his chest. She gave him no time to adjust to
the stinging pain of her claws before she struck. Sharp fangs dug
into his neck, the half-dragon immediately drawing on his blood and
energy.
His hips bucked, his wrists
strained against the couch, and he cried out as his back arched.
Every nerve sang as she pulled greedily, growling with each swallow.
Her claws embraced his hips, and the elf distantly felt magic around
them. El's thoughts were disjointed, and he reveled in the ecstasy
she brought him. He'd had lovers that fed on him, but none this
deeply. Being drained by his beloved commander was both rapturous and
torturous.
She released the bite, kissing
him as she impaled herself on his manhood. His surprised groan was
caught in her mouth, and his eyes opened wide. He stared into her
silver eyes, body shaking at the unexpected sensation of being inside
her. She lifted her hips, drawing herself most of the way off him,
and he bit his lip at the sudden lack of her. As Gana began to ride
him, the elf turned his head, eyes squeezed shut.
Magic to bind me, to remove
our clothes, to do who knows what else. Claws traced the bite
mark, and he jumped, causing her to chuckle. This is more than I
ever expected. It's more than I ever let myself fantasize about.
The hybrid was mouthing his
neck again, moaning in his ear, tail lashing around his legs as her
motion became more frantic. He ground up against her, sharing her
sensations, her own pleasure bringing him to climax. Gana's talons
dug into the back of the couch as she used it to brace herself,
driving her flesh down harder on him.
Her voice rose in pitch,
sending thrills down his spine. His vision started to dim as they
reached climax, and he groaned as his body tensed. The two assassins
quaked, orgasming as one. She grabbed his left arm, cruelly pulling
it from the bonds, then sank her teeth into his flesh. Pleasure
surged along his nerves, transmuting the pain of her bite. Even as
she cracked the bone, the surge of white pain only raised goosebumps,
and made made him groan.
Her flesh clenched around him,
milking his orgasm, and her breath was ragged as she worried his
collarbone. Just as the bite became painful, she let go, sitting
back. Elthanael stared breathlessly at her, tingling and wasted.
Blood ran down her chin, dripping onto his belly, joining the blood
coursing from his wounds.
Morrigana touched the bite on
his collarbone, and he felt the break throbbing, felt the burn where
her teeth had ravaged him. "You are mine. You may heal this, but
you will wear my mark," she whispered.
"Always," he replied.
"Always and forever."
