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Kisses exchanged were a flare of fire that sought to embroil the Headlord of Stravos and Lady Evi of Antonis in fire. In that final kiss beneath the rock, desire bloomed within Elias, but rather than fall into it so soon, he'd reigned in the waxing need and instead invited Lady Evi back to the crimson castle he called his home. He'd shown her what he wanted to see, and the memory of that first kiss under the light of the setting sun might yet call to him in the future.
But, Elias of Stravos did not think of the future when he caught Evi's eye once again. He'd taken her hand as they climbed up towards the estate. The tip of his thumb kneaded into her palm, their path woven for them. The chill of night had set upon them, and Elias decided it was best for them to retreat. Here in the castle on the cliffs, their path was lit only by the faint torchlight, nearly extinguished. They'd taken their time in their return, and certainly, the Headlord's lips burned with the kisses he'd claimed from the lovely woman.
He craved after more, but more than that, Elias of Stravos held need. Propriety dictated that he'd provide his guest with food and drink, but the idea of either was far from his thoughts. Rather, irritation flickered in his gaze when slaves lingered in an effort to accommodate the lord and guest. He refused them, quite content in keeping only the company of the Antonis woman herself.
The castle, intimately familiar to Elias, need not be fully lit for him to carve the path to his bedroom. Amenities were prepared for Evi... but he had no intention for her to use any of them. Instead, he guided her, a chuckle on his lips until they were directly in front of the lord's own bedroom. He'd pull her close to him, their chests meeting for the first time since the hour or so that'd passed since their kiss at the beach. Fingertips rose along the fabric of her chiton, beginning at each of her ribs, fluttering along the fabric in a coy brush along the woman's breasts before he leaned forward.
"This is your chance, Lady Evi," he teased her, catching her gaze before he shifted it towards the hallway that led to the bedroom he'd prepared for her.
"Would you have me take you to your room?" he inquired until he pushed the both of them forward. He'd have the Antonis pressed lightly against the door, the wood creaking for just a moment. He sought after her lips once again. The tenderness that was present in his first kiss had ebbed more and more over the course of the night. He found himself enthralled, his senses engulfed. Fervor overwhelmed reason, overwhelmed gentleness. Elias of Stravos sought to capture Evi's tongue with his own once more, a kiss entirely too short for his greedy sensibilities before he completed,
"Or should I push this door open?"
As he posed that question, time seemed to stand still. He kept the distance between them minimal. His chest pressed into hers, the woman's jaw heated against his palm. He'd felt her erratic heartbeat on that beach, and while his had been relatively calm before, it was no longer the case. Desire grew stronger and stronger, his hearbeat ticked higher with a sense of anticipation. Elias of Stravos couldn't say that he was nervous, but it'd been years since he'd felt so... taken. And while in a moment of sounder mind, Elias might've questioned the intensity of it, felt trepidation over the flurry of sensation. But, instead, he leveraged that need for caution against the eagerness for her answer.
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Kisses exchanged were a flare of fire that sought to embroil the Headlord of Stravos and Lady Evi of Antonis in fire. In that final kiss beneath the rock, desire bloomed within Elias, but rather than fall into it so soon, he'd reigned in the waxing need and instead invited Lady Evi back to the crimson castle he called his home. He'd shown her what he wanted to see, and the memory of that first kiss under the light of the setting sun might yet call to him in the future.
But, Elias of Stravos did not think of the future when he caught Evi's eye once again. He'd taken her hand as they climbed up towards the estate. The tip of his thumb kneaded into her palm, their path woven for them. The chill of night had set upon them, and Elias decided it was best for them to retreat. Here in the castle on the cliffs, their path was lit only by the faint torchlight, nearly extinguished. They'd taken their time in their return, and certainly, the Headlord's lips burned with the kisses he'd claimed from the lovely woman.
He craved after more, but more than that, Elias of Stravos held need. Propriety dictated that he'd provide his guest with food and drink, but the idea of either was far from his thoughts. Rather, irritation flickered in his gaze when slaves lingered in an effort to accommodate the lord and guest. He refused them, quite content in keeping only the company of the Antonis woman herself.
The castle, intimately familiar to Elias, need not be fully lit for him to carve the path to his bedroom. Amenities were prepared for Evi... but he had no intention for her to use any of them. Instead, he guided her, a chuckle on his lips until they were directly in front of the lord's own bedroom. He'd pull her close to him, their chests meeting for the first time since the hour or so that'd passed since their kiss at the beach. Fingertips rose along the fabric of her chiton, beginning at each of her ribs, fluttering along the fabric in a coy brush along the woman's breasts before he leaned forward.
"This is your chance, Lady Evi," he teased her, catching her gaze before he shifted it towards the hallway that led to the bedroom he'd prepared for her.
"Would you have me take you to your room?" he inquired until he pushed the both of them forward. He'd have the Antonis pressed lightly against the door, the wood creaking for just a moment. He sought after her lips once again. The tenderness that was present in his first kiss had ebbed more and more over the course of the night. He found himself enthralled, his senses engulfed. Fervor overwhelmed reason, overwhelmed gentleness. Elias of Stravos sought to capture Evi's tongue with his own once more, a kiss entirely too short for his greedy sensibilities before he completed,
"Or should I push this door open?"
As he posed that question, time seemed to stand still. He kept the distance between them minimal. His chest pressed into hers, the woman's jaw heated against his palm. He'd felt her erratic heartbeat on that beach, and while his had been relatively calm before, it was no longer the case. Desire grew stronger and stronger, his hearbeat ticked higher with a sense of anticipation. Elias of Stravos couldn't say that he was nervous, but it'd been years since he'd felt so... taken. And while in a moment of sounder mind, Elias might've questioned the intensity of it, felt trepidation over the flurry of sensation. But, instead, he leveraged that need for caution against the eagerness for her answer.
Kisses exchanged were a flare of fire that sought to embroil the Headlord of Stravos and Lady Evi of Antonis in fire. In that final kiss beneath the rock, desire bloomed within Elias, but rather than fall into it so soon, he'd reigned in the waxing need and instead invited Lady Evi back to the crimson castle he called his home. He'd shown her what he wanted to see, and the memory of that first kiss under the light of the setting sun might yet call to him in the future.
But, Elias of Stravos did not think of the future when he caught Evi's eye once again. He'd taken her hand as they climbed up towards the estate. The tip of his thumb kneaded into her palm, their path woven for them. The chill of night had set upon them, and Elias decided it was best for them to retreat. Here in the castle on the cliffs, their path was lit only by the faint torchlight, nearly extinguished. They'd taken their time in their return, and certainly, the Headlord's lips burned with the kisses he'd claimed from the lovely woman.
He craved after more, but more than that, Elias of Stravos held need. Propriety dictated that he'd provide his guest with food and drink, but the idea of either was far from his thoughts. Rather, irritation flickered in his gaze when slaves lingered in an effort to accommodate the lord and guest. He refused them, quite content in keeping only the company of the Antonis woman herself.
The castle, intimately familiar to Elias, need not be fully lit for him to carve the path to his bedroom. Amenities were prepared for Evi... but he had no intention for her to use any of them. Instead, he guided her, a chuckle on his lips until they were directly in front of the lord's own bedroom. He'd pull her close to him, their chests meeting for the first time since the hour or so that'd passed since their kiss at the beach. Fingertips rose along the fabric of her chiton, beginning at each of her ribs, fluttering along the fabric in a coy brush along the woman's breasts before he leaned forward.
"This is your chance, Lady Evi," he teased her, catching her gaze before he shifted it towards the hallway that led to the bedroom he'd prepared for her.
"Would you have me take you to your room?" he inquired until he pushed the both of them forward. He'd have the Antonis pressed lightly against the door, the wood creaking for just a moment. He sought after her lips once again. The tenderness that was present in his first kiss had ebbed more and more over the course of the night. He found himself enthralled, his senses engulfed. Fervor overwhelmed reason, overwhelmed gentleness. Elias of Stravos sought to capture Evi's tongue with his own once more, a kiss entirely too short for his greedy sensibilities before he completed,
"Or should I push this door open?"
As he posed that question, time seemed to stand still. He kept the distance between them minimal. His chest pressed into hers, the woman's jaw heated against his palm. He'd felt her erratic heartbeat on that beach, and while his had been relatively calm before, it was no longer the case. Desire grew stronger and stronger, his hearbeat ticked higher with a sense of anticipation. Elias of Stravos couldn't say that he was nervous, but it'd been years since he'd felt so... taken. And while in a moment of sounder mind, Elias might've questioned the intensity of it, felt trepidation over the flurry of sensation. But, instead, he leveraged that need for caution against the eagerness for her answer.
Crush was such an infantile word, one that must have been invented by older folk, ones with an interested in belittling young love. Not that anyone, save Elysia, knew of her feelings. Well, she supposed Elias had a solid idea now too. But no one else did, especially her family. Gods, if her sisters knew, she would be so easy to tease, especially when the man was so far out of her reach. But she didn’t think it was a crush. She loved him with a passion of the hotter than a thousand suns. He was the one. She knew it. He was all that was in her mind; he was her true north, her everything.
The walk back to the castle was both too long and too short all at once. Too long because of the excitement she felt growing in the pit of her stomach. Too short due to the few of not knowing where they were going, and what Elias had planned. But they reached the castle all too quickly. Servants were shooed away by the Lord, and all the while Elias’ hand never left hers, with constant ministrations of his thumb gently rubbing against the back of her hand.
When they were outside what Evi assumed to be his bedroom, and he asked her a question that was so simple, yet so complex. His voice, his face, his serious lips and shoulder muscles were all her brain would dwell on, and she didn’t have an answer to his question. Elias had never noticed Evi before, despite running in the same circles for years. He was a friend and contemporary of Evi’s older sister, Marietta. She wondered what had changed in these past few days. And they -
There were those lips again.
Evi’s heart thumped so hard that the could have sworn it was audible. Their eyes met when he pulled away and he smiled. It was only a small smile, but it was enough to make her weak at the knees. She was so precariously-balanced on the precipice of stability that her overburdened mind no longer had the capacity to control her body’s whims. She thanked Athena for allowing her to remain standing. She just wanted to make her head quiet.
She should come up with an excuse. She needed a reason for why returning to her own room was as essential as air in the atmosphere. But the chocolate brown pupils still shone and twinkled. They danced through the shroud of darkness of the corridor and Evi wanted to revel in the beauty of them.
“What would you have me do, if I say ‘yes’ to opening this door?” She replied breathlessly, staring up into the eyes that had a distinct softness to them. The tone of her voice was playful, but there was also a little bit of anticipation, of fear when she spoke. She had already made up her mind and illustrated this by placing her hand on the door too and opening it a little further.
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Crush was such an infantile word, one that must have been invented by older folk, ones with an interested in belittling young love. Not that anyone, save Elysia, knew of her feelings. Well, she supposed Elias had a solid idea now too. But no one else did, especially her family. Gods, if her sisters knew, she would be so easy to tease, especially when the man was so far out of her reach. But she didn’t think it was a crush. She loved him with a passion of the hotter than a thousand suns. He was the one. She knew it. He was all that was in her mind; he was her true north, her everything.
The walk back to the castle was both too long and too short all at once. Too long because of the excitement she felt growing in the pit of her stomach. Too short due to the few of not knowing where they were going, and what Elias had planned. But they reached the castle all too quickly. Servants were shooed away by the Lord, and all the while Elias’ hand never left hers, with constant ministrations of his thumb gently rubbing against the back of her hand.
When they were outside what Evi assumed to be his bedroom, and he asked her a question that was so simple, yet so complex. His voice, his face, his serious lips and shoulder muscles were all her brain would dwell on, and she didn’t have an answer to his question. Elias had never noticed Evi before, despite running in the same circles for years. He was a friend and contemporary of Evi’s older sister, Marietta. She wondered what had changed in these past few days. And they -
There were those lips again.
Evi’s heart thumped so hard that the could have sworn it was audible. Their eyes met when he pulled away and he smiled. It was only a small smile, but it was enough to make her weak at the knees. She was so precariously-balanced on the precipice of stability that her overburdened mind no longer had the capacity to control her body’s whims. She thanked Athena for allowing her to remain standing. She just wanted to make her head quiet.
She should come up with an excuse. She needed a reason for why returning to her own room was as essential as air in the atmosphere. But the chocolate brown pupils still shone and twinkled. They danced through the shroud of darkness of the corridor and Evi wanted to revel in the beauty of them.
“What would you have me do, if I say ‘yes’ to opening this door?” She replied breathlessly, staring up into the eyes that had a distinct softness to them. The tone of her voice was playful, but there was also a little bit of anticipation, of fear when she spoke. She had already made up her mind and illustrated this by placing her hand on the door too and opening it a little further.
Crush was such an infantile word, one that must have been invented by older folk, ones with an interested in belittling young love. Not that anyone, save Elysia, knew of her feelings. Well, she supposed Elias had a solid idea now too. But no one else did, especially her family. Gods, if her sisters knew, she would be so easy to tease, especially when the man was so far out of her reach. But she didn’t think it was a crush. She loved him with a passion of the hotter than a thousand suns. He was the one. She knew it. He was all that was in her mind; he was her true north, her everything.
The walk back to the castle was both too long and too short all at once. Too long because of the excitement she felt growing in the pit of her stomach. Too short due to the few of not knowing where they were going, and what Elias had planned. But they reached the castle all too quickly. Servants were shooed away by the Lord, and all the while Elias’ hand never left hers, with constant ministrations of his thumb gently rubbing against the back of her hand.
When they were outside what Evi assumed to be his bedroom, and he asked her a question that was so simple, yet so complex. His voice, his face, his serious lips and shoulder muscles were all her brain would dwell on, and she didn’t have an answer to his question. Elias had never noticed Evi before, despite running in the same circles for years. He was a friend and contemporary of Evi’s older sister, Marietta. She wondered what had changed in these past few days. And they -
There were those lips again.
Evi’s heart thumped so hard that the could have sworn it was audible. Their eyes met when he pulled away and he smiled. It was only a small smile, but it was enough to make her weak at the knees. She was so precariously-balanced on the precipice of stability that her overburdened mind no longer had the capacity to control her body’s whims. She thanked Athena for allowing her to remain standing. She just wanted to make her head quiet.
She should come up with an excuse. She needed a reason for why returning to her own room was as essential as air in the atmosphere. But the chocolate brown pupils still shone and twinkled. They danced through the shroud of darkness of the corridor and Evi wanted to revel in the beauty of them.
“What would you have me do, if I say ‘yes’ to opening this door?” She replied breathlessly, staring up into the eyes that had a distinct softness to them. The tone of her voice was playful, but there was also a little bit of anticipation, of fear when she spoke. She had already made up her mind and illustrated this by placing her hand on the door too and opening it a little further.
A choice.
He offered Evi the choice to leave their night at this, for them to start anew in the morning or for them to leave and return to the normalcy that was her life in Athenia. Elias of Stravos offered Evi the opportunity to temper their affections, not merely hers or his but the fever that built between them. There was a connection, one that Elias if he delved deeper into it knew he understood quite intimately.
Evi never backed away from his questions, and instead, she posed her own, seeking to know him and truly, he'd been curious of how much of himself to expose to her scrutiny. If she knew the things he'd done, would she run away from him? If she understood his arrogance, his petulant nature, would she want nothing to do with him? The doubt was something he'd never felt before, the scars left behind by Iris of Argyris. He put his best self for Evi to see, and when his chest pressed to hers and they'd feel the other's heartbeat against flesh...
Elias felt his chest hammer with the force of his excitement. Beauty like Evi's was so very rare, and as he felt the tension between them, he wanted more. Needed more. Her breathlessly spoken words brought the grin to his lips, the playful undertone mingling with the palpable tension between them. However, she shifted her hand and the poor pushed open behind her.
The master bedroom of Elias' castle was bathed in darkness. The window was on the opposite side of the moon, and the faint glimmer of moonlight along with the stars in the sky did little to reveal anything. Simple enough in design, Elias did not heavily decorate the place that served as his home. Furniture was neatly splayed upon the floor, a wardrobe with numerous chitons that he wore as he gallivanted about his own barony. What truly captured Elias' mind at the moment was the bed directly in the center. Elias took just enough time to light a pair of candles, extinguishing the heavy shadows of the room and pouring dim light into the darkness of night.
Dressed in fine linens, the leather-covered mattress was kept off the ground only by a rise made of sleek wood. The Headlord wrapped an arm around Evi's waist, her question left in the hall behind them. It was far too late for him to answer it, now. She'd already made her decision, and it was for Elias to capitalize on, to lull them deeper into the room and away from prying eyes. Behind them the door was ignored, the single bar that could act as a lock left untended to. With it shut, his servants knew better than to interrupt him. Steps were slow as his fingers played along the small of her back. The other hand sought to thread digits into her hair, pulling her into a brief kiss before he threw the both of them against his bed.
Once he had her pressed into his bed, he guided her until her head could press into the pillows, his gaze catching hers before his lips formed a path along her jawline to whisper into her ear.
"Give yourself to me, Evi." His voice was heavy with want, his words slow and his breath hot against her neck. His fingers sought to rid the woman of the fibulae that kept her chiton bound at the shoulder, eager to explore more of the woman who'd captured his attentions so fully. How he wanted her. Everything else, the concern for tomorrow, the rumours that might stem from their encounter within Lyncestia. All of it withered into nothingness as, after he rid her of that fibulae that kept her apart from him, he raised her hand to the one at his own shoulder.
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A choice.
He offered Evi the choice to leave their night at this, for them to start anew in the morning or for them to leave and return to the normalcy that was her life in Athenia. Elias of Stravos offered Evi the opportunity to temper their affections, not merely hers or his but the fever that built between them. There was a connection, one that Elias if he delved deeper into it knew he understood quite intimately.
Evi never backed away from his questions, and instead, she posed her own, seeking to know him and truly, he'd been curious of how much of himself to expose to her scrutiny. If she knew the things he'd done, would she run away from him? If she understood his arrogance, his petulant nature, would she want nothing to do with him? The doubt was something he'd never felt before, the scars left behind by Iris of Argyris. He put his best self for Evi to see, and when his chest pressed to hers and they'd feel the other's heartbeat against flesh...
Elias felt his chest hammer with the force of his excitement. Beauty like Evi's was so very rare, and as he felt the tension between them, he wanted more. Needed more. Her breathlessly spoken words brought the grin to his lips, the playful undertone mingling with the palpable tension between them. However, she shifted her hand and the poor pushed open behind her.
The master bedroom of Elias' castle was bathed in darkness. The window was on the opposite side of the moon, and the faint glimmer of moonlight along with the stars in the sky did little to reveal anything. Simple enough in design, Elias did not heavily decorate the place that served as his home. Furniture was neatly splayed upon the floor, a wardrobe with numerous chitons that he wore as he gallivanted about his own barony. What truly captured Elias' mind at the moment was the bed directly in the center. Elias took just enough time to light a pair of candles, extinguishing the heavy shadows of the room and pouring dim light into the darkness of night.
Dressed in fine linens, the leather-covered mattress was kept off the ground only by a rise made of sleek wood. The Headlord wrapped an arm around Evi's waist, her question left in the hall behind them. It was far too late for him to answer it, now. She'd already made her decision, and it was for Elias to capitalize on, to lull them deeper into the room and away from prying eyes. Behind them the door was ignored, the single bar that could act as a lock left untended to. With it shut, his servants knew better than to interrupt him. Steps were slow as his fingers played along the small of her back. The other hand sought to thread digits into her hair, pulling her into a brief kiss before he threw the both of them against his bed.
Once he had her pressed into his bed, he guided her until her head could press into the pillows, his gaze catching hers before his lips formed a path along her jawline to whisper into her ear.
"Give yourself to me, Evi." His voice was heavy with want, his words slow and his breath hot against her neck. His fingers sought to rid the woman of the fibulae that kept her chiton bound at the shoulder, eager to explore more of the woman who'd captured his attentions so fully. How he wanted her. Everything else, the concern for tomorrow, the rumours that might stem from their encounter within Lyncestia. All of it withered into nothingness as, after he rid her of that fibulae that kept her apart from him, he raised her hand to the one at his own shoulder.
A choice.
He offered Evi the choice to leave their night at this, for them to start anew in the morning or for them to leave and return to the normalcy that was her life in Athenia. Elias of Stravos offered Evi the opportunity to temper their affections, not merely hers or his but the fever that built between them. There was a connection, one that Elias if he delved deeper into it knew he understood quite intimately.
Evi never backed away from his questions, and instead, she posed her own, seeking to know him and truly, he'd been curious of how much of himself to expose to her scrutiny. If she knew the things he'd done, would she run away from him? If she understood his arrogance, his petulant nature, would she want nothing to do with him? The doubt was something he'd never felt before, the scars left behind by Iris of Argyris. He put his best self for Evi to see, and when his chest pressed to hers and they'd feel the other's heartbeat against flesh...
Elias felt his chest hammer with the force of his excitement. Beauty like Evi's was so very rare, and as he felt the tension between them, he wanted more. Needed more. Her breathlessly spoken words brought the grin to his lips, the playful undertone mingling with the palpable tension between them. However, she shifted her hand and the poor pushed open behind her.
The master bedroom of Elias' castle was bathed in darkness. The window was on the opposite side of the moon, and the faint glimmer of moonlight along with the stars in the sky did little to reveal anything. Simple enough in design, Elias did not heavily decorate the place that served as his home. Furniture was neatly splayed upon the floor, a wardrobe with numerous chitons that he wore as he gallivanted about his own barony. What truly captured Elias' mind at the moment was the bed directly in the center. Elias took just enough time to light a pair of candles, extinguishing the heavy shadows of the room and pouring dim light into the darkness of night.
Dressed in fine linens, the leather-covered mattress was kept off the ground only by a rise made of sleek wood. The Headlord wrapped an arm around Evi's waist, her question left in the hall behind them. It was far too late for him to answer it, now. She'd already made her decision, and it was for Elias to capitalize on, to lull them deeper into the room and away from prying eyes. Behind them the door was ignored, the single bar that could act as a lock left untended to. With it shut, his servants knew better than to interrupt him. Steps were slow as his fingers played along the small of her back. The other hand sought to thread digits into her hair, pulling her into a brief kiss before he threw the both of them against his bed.
Once he had her pressed into his bed, he guided her until her head could press into the pillows, his gaze catching hers before his lips formed a path along her jawline to whisper into her ear.
"Give yourself to me, Evi." His voice was heavy with want, his words slow and his breath hot against her neck. His fingers sought to rid the woman of the fibulae that kept her chiton bound at the shoulder, eager to explore more of the woman who'd captured his attentions so fully. How he wanted her. Everything else, the concern for tomorrow, the rumours that might stem from their encounter within Lyncestia. All of it withered into nothingness as, after he rid her of that fibulae that kept her apart from him, he raised her hand to the one at his own shoulder.
Evi didn’t really know Elias. She had met in a number of times over the years, and had conversed with him enough times to get the measure of him. But she didn’t really know him. Not as she would like to. Some people wore their hearts on their sleeves, and Evi was particularly good at getting even the most closed off of men and women to open up to her. What she didn’t factor in to the equation were her own emotions. To be… infatuated… with another was to lose some of that gift. She was not so able to read Elias like one of her books. She was not so quick-witted around him, she mused, as it was far more pleasant to fall into this blissful lull of lust.
She didn’t know Elias, but she wanted him.
For so long, longer than she cared to admit, she had watched Elias of Stravos from afar. She had allowed her own daydreams to form a basis for their one-sided relationship. She had imagined long walks, excursions both alone and in public. She had dreamed of bright, sunny skies, and dark nights, lit only by candlelight, shared together. She had thought of excitement and calmness. Most of all, she had imagined how Elias was more than just a beautiful face.
If others knew the truth of her feelings, Evi had no doubt that they would want to stop it, protect her from it. Her parents had willingly let her come to Lyncestia, trusting her to act with all the propriety of a young courtier. They had expected her to enjoy a tour of the lands, perhaps partake in a quiet dinner with her host. They certainly were not expecting this, she knew. Rumours were rarely the friend of young women of court, so often were they spread in an attempt to besmirch a young lady’s honour. She was taking a risk, especially knowing that Elias was expected to make a much more suitable match than that of the third daughter of the Antonis line. She could never be more to him. They would never join hands in public and share vows of fidelity.
But Elias challenged her. Surprised her. He made her question her life, beliefs. He was either the best thing for her, or the very worst.
The room itself was surprisingly plain, even in the darkness Evi could tell that. She glanced around, unimpressed by the room as a whole, but no less pleased. She was not her to admire a great tapestry that took decades to complete after all. She watched in silence as her companion lit two candles near to the bed, illuminating it in the darkness. Next, his hand was back touching her over the chiffon clothing she wore. How she wished the fabric would magically disappear so that she could revel in the sensation of those feather-light touched against her bare skin.
Thrown against the bed, the girl gasped in surprise, then giggled softly, using her elbows to shift herself into a more comfortable position with her head rest against her pillows. Leaning over her, Elias suddenly seemed a thousand times bigger, intimidating in a way. But this was what she wanted, so desperately, that she would not shy away from him. Her own hand came up to cup his cheek as she pressed her lips upwards, seeking the first kiss she would initiate herself.
“Everything,” was all she replied in a whisper against his lips, her hand leaving the man’s cheek and travelling downward, along his jawline and chin towards the neck and chest, working the tassels that secured his clothing in place.
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Evi didn’t really know Elias. She had met in a number of times over the years, and had conversed with him enough times to get the measure of him. But she didn’t really know him. Not as she would like to. Some people wore their hearts on their sleeves, and Evi was particularly good at getting even the most closed off of men and women to open up to her. What she didn’t factor in to the equation were her own emotions. To be… infatuated… with another was to lose some of that gift. She was not so able to read Elias like one of her books. She was not so quick-witted around him, she mused, as it was far more pleasant to fall into this blissful lull of lust.
She didn’t know Elias, but she wanted him.
For so long, longer than she cared to admit, she had watched Elias of Stravos from afar. She had allowed her own daydreams to form a basis for their one-sided relationship. She had imagined long walks, excursions both alone and in public. She had dreamed of bright, sunny skies, and dark nights, lit only by candlelight, shared together. She had thought of excitement and calmness. Most of all, she had imagined how Elias was more than just a beautiful face.
If others knew the truth of her feelings, Evi had no doubt that they would want to stop it, protect her from it. Her parents had willingly let her come to Lyncestia, trusting her to act with all the propriety of a young courtier. They had expected her to enjoy a tour of the lands, perhaps partake in a quiet dinner with her host. They certainly were not expecting this, she knew. Rumours were rarely the friend of young women of court, so often were they spread in an attempt to besmirch a young lady’s honour. She was taking a risk, especially knowing that Elias was expected to make a much more suitable match than that of the third daughter of the Antonis line. She could never be more to him. They would never join hands in public and share vows of fidelity.
But Elias challenged her. Surprised her. He made her question her life, beliefs. He was either the best thing for her, or the very worst.
The room itself was surprisingly plain, even in the darkness Evi could tell that. She glanced around, unimpressed by the room as a whole, but no less pleased. She was not her to admire a great tapestry that took decades to complete after all. She watched in silence as her companion lit two candles near to the bed, illuminating it in the darkness. Next, his hand was back touching her over the chiffon clothing she wore. How she wished the fabric would magically disappear so that she could revel in the sensation of those feather-light touched against her bare skin.
Thrown against the bed, the girl gasped in surprise, then giggled softly, using her elbows to shift herself into a more comfortable position with her head rest against her pillows. Leaning over her, Elias suddenly seemed a thousand times bigger, intimidating in a way. But this was what she wanted, so desperately, that she would not shy away from him. Her own hand came up to cup his cheek as she pressed her lips upwards, seeking the first kiss she would initiate herself.
“Everything,” was all she replied in a whisper against his lips, her hand leaving the man’s cheek and travelling downward, along his jawline and chin towards the neck and chest, working the tassels that secured his clothing in place.
Evi didn’t really know Elias. She had met in a number of times over the years, and had conversed with him enough times to get the measure of him. But she didn’t really know him. Not as she would like to. Some people wore their hearts on their sleeves, and Evi was particularly good at getting even the most closed off of men and women to open up to her. What she didn’t factor in to the equation were her own emotions. To be… infatuated… with another was to lose some of that gift. She was not so able to read Elias like one of her books. She was not so quick-witted around him, she mused, as it was far more pleasant to fall into this blissful lull of lust.
She didn’t know Elias, but she wanted him.
For so long, longer than she cared to admit, she had watched Elias of Stravos from afar. She had allowed her own daydreams to form a basis for their one-sided relationship. She had imagined long walks, excursions both alone and in public. She had dreamed of bright, sunny skies, and dark nights, lit only by candlelight, shared together. She had thought of excitement and calmness. Most of all, she had imagined how Elias was more than just a beautiful face.
If others knew the truth of her feelings, Evi had no doubt that they would want to stop it, protect her from it. Her parents had willingly let her come to Lyncestia, trusting her to act with all the propriety of a young courtier. They had expected her to enjoy a tour of the lands, perhaps partake in a quiet dinner with her host. They certainly were not expecting this, she knew. Rumours were rarely the friend of young women of court, so often were they spread in an attempt to besmirch a young lady’s honour. She was taking a risk, especially knowing that Elias was expected to make a much more suitable match than that of the third daughter of the Antonis line. She could never be more to him. They would never join hands in public and share vows of fidelity.
But Elias challenged her. Surprised her. He made her question her life, beliefs. He was either the best thing for her, or the very worst.
The room itself was surprisingly plain, even in the darkness Evi could tell that. She glanced around, unimpressed by the room as a whole, but no less pleased. She was not her to admire a great tapestry that took decades to complete after all. She watched in silence as her companion lit two candles near to the bed, illuminating it in the darkness. Next, his hand was back touching her over the chiffon clothing she wore. How she wished the fabric would magically disappear so that she could revel in the sensation of those feather-light touched against her bare skin.
Thrown against the bed, the girl gasped in surprise, then giggled softly, using her elbows to shift herself into a more comfortable position with her head rest against her pillows. Leaning over her, Elias suddenly seemed a thousand times bigger, intimidating in a way. But this was what she wanted, so desperately, that she would not shy away from him. Her own hand came up to cup his cheek as she pressed her lips upwards, seeking the first kiss she would initiate herself.
“Everything,” was all she replied in a whisper against his lips, her hand leaving the man’s cheek and travelling downward, along his jawline and chin towards the neck and chest, working the tassels that secured his clothing in place.
How close could Elias afford to get to a girl like Evi? The longer he spent with her, the more he felt drawn. He'd spent the week since their encounter in the library seeking to learn more about her. She was a social butterfly, so comfortable in the limelight like he was. Elias relished in the attention, preened under the copious praise and the adulation of whomever looked upon him favourably. More and more, given the reputation he held for holding the favour of the gods themselves, that praise came from everyone.
The life of the baron of Lyncestia was often one of being duplicitous, greedy desire melded with the capacity to acquire it so easily. The Headlord of Stravos held very little challenge, and certainly Evi wasn't directly a challenge, either. No, Evi gave herself over to his ministrations, pressed into his kisses as if everything that he gave to her was an ambition brought to reality. The depth of her feelings was known when she'd accepted his invitation, when she was so willing to break propriety by joining away with him in private. Elias wondered in the moment what lies Evi had told, or how well she'd hidden away her feelings in order to join him in Lyncestia.
He relished in the consideration of it. Every moment they spent together seemed a cheat to the laws that dictated their fates. The Headlord of Stravos certainly couldn't openly court Evi of Antonis. Both of them knew this, but he hardly paid that mind in the effort to know her. Of course, he didn't know her yet. He couldn't tell her favourite colour, but he could ascertain her interests well enough. Evi challenged him intellectually, intrigued him physically, and the longer they spent together the more he worried that he'd grow too attached to the young woman. She'd ignited a fire in him that demanded satisfaction.
And it seemed, so had he within her.
Everything.
The simple answer was everything he needed to hear and more, his lips curved against hers in a smile as the both of them freed the other from the bounds of cloth and fabric. Suffocating were the trappings that kept him from her, and he was all too pleased to throw them off from him and allow Evi's own garment to pool at the floor near the foot of his bed. She'd kissed him of her own accord, and Elias was pleased to give her the moment of lead. However, given the woman's youth, he doubted that her experience branched very far.
So, Elias of Stravos, once he felt Evi give away from the kiss, decided to push her just a bit further. Pressed into one another, the friction of bare flesh was palpable as his chest brushed against her breasts. His hands grasped at her hips, a slow path formed along her hips to grasp next at her thighs. Lips left Evi's to breathe the young woman's name in her ear. a sultry groan pushed from his lips before they caught along her jawline only to capture the flesh of her pulse. Then, Elias shifted his body so that he lay next to her, allowing his hands a greater expanse of exploration. He'd curl an arm about her waist, intent on bringing her towards him as he shifted to lay on his side.
The shoulder pressed into his pillow shifted so that his hand raised and took a gentle grasp at her jawline. The other hand played along her breasts, a slow, teasing motion before those digits cast their feather touch along her abdomen before sliding slowly between her thighs. He claimed her lips as his fingers plunged within her, a slow, steady motion that sought to turn her over to the pleasure that'd ready her for him to take her in earnest.
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How close could Elias afford to get to a girl like Evi? The longer he spent with her, the more he felt drawn. He'd spent the week since their encounter in the library seeking to learn more about her. She was a social butterfly, so comfortable in the limelight like he was. Elias relished in the attention, preened under the copious praise and the adulation of whomever looked upon him favourably. More and more, given the reputation he held for holding the favour of the gods themselves, that praise came from everyone.
The life of the baron of Lyncestia was often one of being duplicitous, greedy desire melded with the capacity to acquire it so easily. The Headlord of Stravos held very little challenge, and certainly Evi wasn't directly a challenge, either. No, Evi gave herself over to his ministrations, pressed into his kisses as if everything that he gave to her was an ambition brought to reality. The depth of her feelings was known when she'd accepted his invitation, when she was so willing to break propriety by joining away with him in private. Elias wondered in the moment what lies Evi had told, or how well she'd hidden away her feelings in order to join him in Lyncestia.
He relished in the consideration of it. Every moment they spent together seemed a cheat to the laws that dictated their fates. The Headlord of Stravos certainly couldn't openly court Evi of Antonis. Both of them knew this, but he hardly paid that mind in the effort to know her. Of course, he didn't know her yet. He couldn't tell her favourite colour, but he could ascertain her interests well enough. Evi challenged him intellectually, intrigued him physically, and the longer they spent together the more he worried that he'd grow too attached to the young woman. She'd ignited a fire in him that demanded satisfaction.
And it seemed, so had he within her.
Everything.
The simple answer was everything he needed to hear and more, his lips curved against hers in a smile as the both of them freed the other from the bounds of cloth and fabric. Suffocating were the trappings that kept him from her, and he was all too pleased to throw them off from him and allow Evi's own garment to pool at the floor near the foot of his bed. She'd kissed him of her own accord, and Elias was pleased to give her the moment of lead. However, given the woman's youth, he doubted that her experience branched very far.
So, Elias of Stravos, once he felt Evi give away from the kiss, decided to push her just a bit further. Pressed into one another, the friction of bare flesh was palpable as his chest brushed against her breasts. His hands grasped at her hips, a slow path formed along her hips to grasp next at her thighs. Lips left Evi's to breathe the young woman's name in her ear. a sultry groan pushed from his lips before they caught along her jawline only to capture the flesh of her pulse. Then, Elias shifted his body so that he lay next to her, allowing his hands a greater expanse of exploration. He'd curl an arm about her waist, intent on bringing her towards him as he shifted to lay on his side.
The shoulder pressed into his pillow shifted so that his hand raised and took a gentle grasp at her jawline. The other hand played along her breasts, a slow, teasing motion before those digits cast their feather touch along her abdomen before sliding slowly between her thighs. He claimed her lips as his fingers plunged within her, a slow, steady motion that sought to turn her over to the pleasure that'd ready her for him to take her in earnest.
How close could Elias afford to get to a girl like Evi? The longer he spent with her, the more he felt drawn. He'd spent the week since their encounter in the library seeking to learn more about her. She was a social butterfly, so comfortable in the limelight like he was. Elias relished in the attention, preened under the copious praise and the adulation of whomever looked upon him favourably. More and more, given the reputation he held for holding the favour of the gods themselves, that praise came from everyone.
The life of the baron of Lyncestia was often one of being duplicitous, greedy desire melded with the capacity to acquire it so easily. The Headlord of Stravos held very little challenge, and certainly Evi wasn't directly a challenge, either. No, Evi gave herself over to his ministrations, pressed into his kisses as if everything that he gave to her was an ambition brought to reality. The depth of her feelings was known when she'd accepted his invitation, when she was so willing to break propriety by joining away with him in private. Elias wondered in the moment what lies Evi had told, or how well she'd hidden away her feelings in order to join him in Lyncestia.
He relished in the consideration of it. Every moment they spent together seemed a cheat to the laws that dictated their fates. The Headlord of Stravos certainly couldn't openly court Evi of Antonis. Both of them knew this, but he hardly paid that mind in the effort to know her. Of course, he didn't know her yet. He couldn't tell her favourite colour, but he could ascertain her interests well enough. Evi challenged him intellectually, intrigued him physically, and the longer they spent together the more he worried that he'd grow too attached to the young woman. She'd ignited a fire in him that demanded satisfaction.
And it seemed, so had he within her.
Everything.
The simple answer was everything he needed to hear and more, his lips curved against hers in a smile as the both of them freed the other from the bounds of cloth and fabric. Suffocating were the trappings that kept him from her, and he was all too pleased to throw them off from him and allow Evi's own garment to pool at the floor near the foot of his bed. She'd kissed him of her own accord, and Elias was pleased to give her the moment of lead. However, given the woman's youth, he doubted that her experience branched very far.
So, Elias of Stravos, once he felt Evi give away from the kiss, decided to push her just a bit further. Pressed into one another, the friction of bare flesh was palpable as his chest brushed against her breasts. His hands grasped at her hips, a slow path formed along her hips to grasp next at her thighs. Lips left Evi's to breathe the young woman's name in her ear. a sultry groan pushed from his lips before they caught along her jawline only to capture the flesh of her pulse. Then, Elias shifted his body so that he lay next to her, allowing his hands a greater expanse of exploration. He'd curl an arm about her waist, intent on bringing her towards him as he shifted to lay on his side.
The shoulder pressed into his pillow shifted so that his hand raised and took a gentle grasp at her jawline. The other hand played along her breasts, a slow, teasing motion before those digits cast their feather touch along her abdomen before sliding slowly between her thighs. He claimed her lips as his fingers plunged within her, a slow, steady motion that sought to turn her over to the pleasure that'd ready her for him to take her in earnest.
This was new territory to Evi. Unmarried and otherwise unclaimed, Evi had never yet had the opportunity to seek an intimate relationship with another. Nor had she, indeed, wanted such a relationship. She knew what it was to be a noblewoman, and knew what was expected of her. This certainly wasn’t it. She was expected to dress in pretty clothing, keep herself looking presentable in all other ways, and talk sweetly when around others. She had a lot of freedoms because she was raised to be a child her parents could be proud of. She didn’t skulk around in alleyways and go home with men she barely knew. She didn’t go home with men she knew well either.
There was no sense of self-preservation tonight, however. Nothing of the judicious girl whose world was ruled by logic and sense. Tonight, without ever really thinking about it, she threw caution to the wind; what will be will be. There was no awareness of what her family would think if they ever find out, nor the whole court (because what were the chances that something like this could be kept a secret). None of that seemed to matter. All that did matter was that Elias of Stravos, a man she had spent so long watching and loving from a distance, wanted her seemingly just as much as she wanted him.
She didn’t know if his feelings were genuine, or if she was just a conquest for him. She didn’t even care how many other women he had bedded once and never spoken to again after the fact. She didn’t worry if that would be her fate too. The here and now, where the very palpable tension between them both seemed to take hold of her, was all that she cared about.
What came next was a problem for tomorrow.
And, whilst her future self was likely to be angry or regretful, they paled in comparison to the desire she currently felt.
“Evi,” he had said her name again. He’d always been able to make her name a complete sentence, the meaning ranging from everything from a virulent curse to something resembling a prayer. Just now it sounded like he was trying to speak her into existence, like Evi was hovering on the edge of being real or a phantom and Elias’ voice was going to be the deciding factor.
But then he was gone, beside her and it was some unknown force that had her rolling onto her side to face him once more. One hand stretched over the pillow, with her head resting upon her elbow, she used her other hand to trace along the man’s torso as her eyes trailed down his body, spending an unnecessarily long time lingering on his well-endowed state. Evi whined as Elias’ fingers entered her. His fingers were warm, which she’d expected, but she hadn’t really understood how unyielding the feeling would be when compared to her own explorations of her body. The pain was momentary, however, and she soon got used to the sensation of having a foreign object moving around inside her.
If she had been wondering about Elias’ prior experience, she definitely wasn’t now: the man knew exactly how to bend and reposition himself, how to get the angles just right… it was deliciously irritating, how he was able to brush against such a sweet spot but never provide enough friction for her to really feel herself lose control. The girl’s voice was husky when she whispered out his name in response, arching her back to increase the friction between them. She growled in frustration and, pushed her hand below his torso, allowing her fingers to brush feather-light against him, triumphantly teasing him the way he seemed to enjoy doing to her.
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This was new territory to Evi. Unmarried and otherwise unclaimed, Evi had never yet had the opportunity to seek an intimate relationship with another. Nor had she, indeed, wanted such a relationship. She knew what it was to be a noblewoman, and knew what was expected of her. This certainly wasn’t it. She was expected to dress in pretty clothing, keep herself looking presentable in all other ways, and talk sweetly when around others. She had a lot of freedoms because she was raised to be a child her parents could be proud of. She didn’t skulk around in alleyways and go home with men she barely knew. She didn’t go home with men she knew well either.
There was no sense of self-preservation tonight, however. Nothing of the judicious girl whose world was ruled by logic and sense. Tonight, without ever really thinking about it, she threw caution to the wind; what will be will be. There was no awareness of what her family would think if they ever find out, nor the whole court (because what were the chances that something like this could be kept a secret). None of that seemed to matter. All that did matter was that Elias of Stravos, a man she had spent so long watching and loving from a distance, wanted her seemingly just as much as she wanted him.
She didn’t know if his feelings were genuine, or if she was just a conquest for him. She didn’t even care how many other women he had bedded once and never spoken to again after the fact. She didn’t worry if that would be her fate too. The here and now, where the very palpable tension between them both seemed to take hold of her, was all that she cared about.
What came next was a problem for tomorrow.
And, whilst her future self was likely to be angry or regretful, they paled in comparison to the desire she currently felt.
“Evi,” he had said her name again. He’d always been able to make her name a complete sentence, the meaning ranging from everything from a virulent curse to something resembling a prayer. Just now it sounded like he was trying to speak her into existence, like Evi was hovering on the edge of being real or a phantom and Elias’ voice was going to be the deciding factor.
But then he was gone, beside her and it was some unknown force that had her rolling onto her side to face him once more. One hand stretched over the pillow, with her head resting upon her elbow, she used her other hand to trace along the man’s torso as her eyes trailed down his body, spending an unnecessarily long time lingering on his well-endowed state. Evi whined as Elias’ fingers entered her. His fingers were warm, which she’d expected, but she hadn’t really understood how unyielding the feeling would be when compared to her own explorations of her body. The pain was momentary, however, and she soon got used to the sensation of having a foreign object moving around inside her.
If she had been wondering about Elias’ prior experience, she definitely wasn’t now: the man knew exactly how to bend and reposition himself, how to get the angles just right… it was deliciously irritating, how he was able to brush against such a sweet spot but never provide enough friction for her to really feel herself lose control. The girl’s voice was husky when she whispered out his name in response, arching her back to increase the friction between them. She growled in frustration and, pushed her hand below his torso, allowing her fingers to brush feather-light against him, triumphantly teasing him the way he seemed to enjoy doing to her.
This was new territory to Evi. Unmarried and otherwise unclaimed, Evi had never yet had the opportunity to seek an intimate relationship with another. Nor had she, indeed, wanted such a relationship. She knew what it was to be a noblewoman, and knew what was expected of her. This certainly wasn’t it. She was expected to dress in pretty clothing, keep herself looking presentable in all other ways, and talk sweetly when around others. She had a lot of freedoms because she was raised to be a child her parents could be proud of. She didn’t skulk around in alleyways and go home with men she barely knew. She didn’t go home with men she knew well either.
There was no sense of self-preservation tonight, however. Nothing of the judicious girl whose world was ruled by logic and sense. Tonight, without ever really thinking about it, she threw caution to the wind; what will be will be. There was no awareness of what her family would think if they ever find out, nor the whole court (because what were the chances that something like this could be kept a secret). None of that seemed to matter. All that did matter was that Elias of Stravos, a man she had spent so long watching and loving from a distance, wanted her seemingly just as much as she wanted him.
She didn’t know if his feelings were genuine, or if she was just a conquest for him. She didn’t even care how many other women he had bedded once and never spoken to again after the fact. She didn’t worry if that would be her fate too. The here and now, where the very palpable tension between them both seemed to take hold of her, was all that she cared about.
What came next was a problem for tomorrow.
And, whilst her future self was likely to be angry or regretful, they paled in comparison to the desire she currently felt.
“Evi,” he had said her name again. He’d always been able to make her name a complete sentence, the meaning ranging from everything from a virulent curse to something resembling a prayer. Just now it sounded like he was trying to speak her into existence, like Evi was hovering on the edge of being real or a phantom and Elias’ voice was going to be the deciding factor.
But then he was gone, beside her and it was some unknown force that had her rolling onto her side to face him once more. One hand stretched over the pillow, with her head resting upon her elbow, she used her other hand to trace along the man’s torso as her eyes trailed down his body, spending an unnecessarily long time lingering on his well-endowed state. Evi whined as Elias’ fingers entered her. His fingers were warm, which she’d expected, but she hadn’t really understood how unyielding the feeling would be when compared to her own explorations of her body. The pain was momentary, however, and she soon got used to the sensation of having a foreign object moving around inside her.
If she had been wondering about Elias’ prior experience, she definitely wasn’t now: the man knew exactly how to bend and reposition himself, how to get the angles just right… it was deliciously irritating, how he was able to brush against such a sweet spot but never provide enough friction for her to really feel herself lose control. The girl’s voice was husky when she whispered out his name in response, arching her back to increase the friction between them. She growled in frustration and, pushed her hand below his torso, allowing her fingers to brush feather-light against him, triumphantly teasing him the way he seemed to enjoy doing to her.
Should Elias have felt guilt in the machinations it took for the kind and proper Antonis woman to join him in Lyncestia? Well aware of the infatuation she held for him, it was so simple for him to invite her to his barony, for him to romance her and steal her away for himself? So, did he feel guilty? as the pair of them lay within his bed, brushing motions and impassioned kisses wilting away at his capacity for anything but fervent desire for her...
He couldn't feel an ounce of guilt.
Elias of Stravos felt the desire encompass thought, blistering heat within his chest that suffocated all thought but the delicious ambition in peeling away her clothes and exposing her to his hands, his lips and the pleasure he suspected was entirely new to her. Keen intelligence on both ends was left to the aether, suspended elsewhere in the interim as logic was cast aside in favour of indulgence. Thoughts at the alarming nature of the feelings he held for Evi of Antonis were cast aside as he felt her fingers trail along the expanse of his torso and lower still. Just as his own digits toyed with her, hers did the same.
He reveled in it, pleasure coaxed from within as the pace of his digits grew. He sought to coax her body into the desire that her features had plastered upon it, and Elias of Stravos, once he had what he sought after, shifted his position to rest his chest against Evi's breasts. He pressed the young woman into the bed as his fingers slid from between her thighs and began to separate her legs. The Stravos' body shifted in a fluid motion to settle between her, up until a slow motion had him take her.
Not one to undermine a woman so new to pleasure, Elias' pace began slow, and he sought to distract her lips with the pressing of his own. His hand curled about her thigh, intent upon raising it against his hip as the slow motions coaxed him deeper within her. His other hand threaded into her hair, his chest pressed to hers providing delicious friction, bodies pressed to one another as low groans muffled against Evi's lips.
He felt everything else fall away as his eyes shut and he surrendered to the darkness, intent upon navigating only by sensation, a delicious instinct that was so contrary to the calculating and logical nature that the Stravos took in all other things. In the moment, there was only Evi, how she engulfed him, how he did the same in turn. There was only the pleasure, the poisonous sensation that peeled him from reality.
There was only the moment, and how he sought to stretch it forever. Elias of Stravos mumbled her name against his lips until he sought to part hers with his tongue, letting the blistering heat seep into his mouth. Breaths came staggered as he moved within her, as the bed beneath them trembled with the increasing fervor he took on as time and everything else melted away, meaningless in the void of sensation.
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Should Elias have felt guilt in the machinations it took for the kind and proper Antonis woman to join him in Lyncestia? Well aware of the infatuation she held for him, it was so simple for him to invite her to his barony, for him to romance her and steal her away for himself? So, did he feel guilty? as the pair of them lay within his bed, brushing motions and impassioned kisses wilting away at his capacity for anything but fervent desire for her...
He couldn't feel an ounce of guilt.
Elias of Stravos felt the desire encompass thought, blistering heat within his chest that suffocated all thought but the delicious ambition in peeling away her clothes and exposing her to his hands, his lips and the pleasure he suspected was entirely new to her. Keen intelligence on both ends was left to the aether, suspended elsewhere in the interim as logic was cast aside in favour of indulgence. Thoughts at the alarming nature of the feelings he held for Evi of Antonis were cast aside as he felt her fingers trail along the expanse of his torso and lower still. Just as his own digits toyed with her, hers did the same.
He reveled in it, pleasure coaxed from within as the pace of his digits grew. He sought to coax her body into the desire that her features had plastered upon it, and Elias of Stravos, once he had what he sought after, shifted his position to rest his chest against Evi's breasts. He pressed the young woman into the bed as his fingers slid from between her thighs and began to separate her legs. The Stravos' body shifted in a fluid motion to settle between her, up until a slow motion had him take her.
Not one to undermine a woman so new to pleasure, Elias' pace began slow, and he sought to distract her lips with the pressing of his own. His hand curled about her thigh, intent upon raising it against his hip as the slow motions coaxed him deeper within her. His other hand threaded into her hair, his chest pressed to hers providing delicious friction, bodies pressed to one another as low groans muffled against Evi's lips.
He felt everything else fall away as his eyes shut and he surrendered to the darkness, intent upon navigating only by sensation, a delicious instinct that was so contrary to the calculating and logical nature that the Stravos took in all other things. In the moment, there was only Evi, how she engulfed him, how he did the same in turn. There was only the pleasure, the poisonous sensation that peeled him from reality.
There was only the moment, and how he sought to stretch it forever. Elias of Stravos mumbled her name against his lips until he sought to part hers with his tongue, letting the blistering heat seep into his mouth. Breaths came staggered as he moved within her, as the bed beneath them trembled with the increasing fervor he took on as time and everything else melted away, meaningless in the void of sensation.
Should Elias have felt guilt in the machinations it took for the kind and proper Antonis woman to join him in Lyncestia? Well aware of the infatuation she held for him, it was so simple for him to invite her to his barony, for him to romance her and steal her away for himself? So, did he feel guilty? as the pair of them lay within his bed, brushing motions and impassioned kisses wilting away at his capacity for anything but fervent desire for her...
He couldn't feel an ounce of guilt.
Elias of Stravos felt the desire encompass thought, blistering heat within his chest that suffocated all thought but the delicious ambition in peeling away her clothes and exposing her to his hands, his lips and the pleasure he suspected was entirely new to her. Keen intelligence on both ends was left to the aether, suspended elsewhere in the interim as logic was cast aside in favour of indulgence. Thoughts at the alarming nature of the feelings he held for Evi of Antonis were cast aside as he felt her fingers trail along the expanse of his torso and lower still. Just as his own digits toyed with her, hers did the same.
He reveled in it, pleasure coaxed from within as the pace of his digits grew. He sought to coax her body into the desire that her features had plastered upon it, and Elias of Stravos, once he had what he sought after, shifted his position to rest his chest against Evi's breasts. He pressed the young woman into the bed as his fingers slid from between her thighs and began to separate her legs. The Stravos' body shifted in a fluid motion to settle between her, up until a slow motion had him take her.
Not one to undermine a woman so new to pleasure, Elias' pace began slow, and he sought to distract her lips with the pressing of his own. His hand curled about her thigh, intent upon raising it against his hip as the slow motions coaxed him deeper within her. His other hand threaded into her hair, his chest pressed to hers providing delicious friction, bodies pressed to one another as low groans muffled against Evi's lips.
He felt everything else fall away as his eyes shut and he surrendered to the darkness, intent upon navigating only by sensation, a delicious instinct that was so contrary to the calculating and logical nature that the Stravos took in all other things. In the moment, there was only Evi, how she engulfed him, how he did the same in turn. There was only the pleasure, the poisonous sensation that peeled him from reality.
There was only the moment, and how he sought to stretch it forever. Elias of Stravos mumbled her name against his lips until he sought to part hers with his tongue, letting the blistering heat seep into his mouth. Breaths came staggered as he moved within her, as the bed beneath them trembled with the increasing fervor he took on as time and everything else melted away, meaningless in the void of sensation.
The man seemed capable of keeping his head but then he wasn't the one being kissed, being held. Well, perhaps even if he was, he wouldn't go to pieces quite as much as she was doing. It couldn't be helped really; she'd been yearning for his touch, starved for want of it and… whilst he hadn’t been slow to give it to her, she had been waiting for this much longer than Elias had. Maybe if their paths had been different, if they’d had this chance before, if he’d been a little more partial to touching her in certain ways, actually embracing her or kissing her from time to time then it wouldn't be such a big deal.
However, her infatuation with him had been defined by a deficit in intimacy and tenderness, and thus, what he was doing now was successfully breaking her.
Butterfly kisses littered her face, her neck, her shoulders, anywhere Elias could reach. Some lingered, others merely peppered across her tanned skin, light and fleeting, but no less wanted than the other. The young woman was inclined to stretch her neck, lean back against his mouth. When his lips met hers, Evi kissed back with all the fervour of a lioness hunting down her prey. She was young and inexperienced, but she allowed her body to take over, responding to Elias with the reptilian part of her brain, rather than with any true cerebral thought going into what she was doing.
It didn’t take long for Evi to get used to the intrusion of his full length inside her. There was initially a sharp pain deep inside her as he pushed himself deeper, but he didn’t immediately pull away, allowing her the chance to find a comfortable position and get used to the sensation. Then, he started rocking his hip, pulling away and then pushing back. The fingers of one of her hands raked across his back, seemingly increasing in pressure the deeper and deeper Elias entered her. He was slow, gentle with her, taking his time to ensure he did not cause her too much discomfort.
There was a natural sort of rhythm that they entered into after a while, Evi moving her hips to match Elias’ pace. She clenched all of her internal muscles, she let him rub and nudge at her, and clutched at him in return, and it still wasn’t enough. Elias had a bit of texture to him, a could of ridges that caught at her muscles and the edge of her hole when it slid inside and scraped gently at her insides. His head never ventured far from hers either, leaning right down so that she could feel his ever-harsher breathing right against her neck. Her own breathing, too, was becoming more and more haggard.
It drew a soft growl from her, frustration and pleasure mingling as she squirmed slightly against him. It was like Elias was quietly mocking her inability to function properly, unable to voice her thoughts in a coherent manner. “More,” was all she was able to whisper, though she wasn’t entirely sure what she was asking for ‘more’ of.
Thinking was overrated anyway, especially given the fire he'd ignited inside her.
She tilted her hips for a better angle when he thrust in deeper and harder still and the girl let out a soft moan, “Mhmm, yesss…” her eyes moved downwards, drinking in his form, no sign of coyness in her glance as simple lust reigned. Thoughts of her family and their disappointment should they every find out were now lost to her. They’d surely understand that she had desires and wanted to act on them. Despite her typical display of innocence, she wasn't truly so or at least, not wholly innocent. This was what she wanted.
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The man seemed capable of keeping his head but then he wasn't the one being kissed, being held. Well, perhaps even if he was, he wouldn't go to pieces quite as much as she was doing. It couldn't be helped really; she'd been yearning for his touch, starved for want of it and… whilst he hadn’t been slow to give it to her, she had been waiting for this much longer than Elias had. Maybe if their paths had been different, if they’d had this chance before, if he’d been a little more partial to touching her in certain ways, actually embracing her or kissing her from time to time then it wouldn't be such a big deal.
However, her infatuation with him had been defined by a deficit in intimacy and tenderness, and thus, what he was doing now was successfully breaking her.
Butterfly kisses littered her face, her neck, her shoulders, anywhere Elias could reach. Some lingered, others merely peppered across her tanned skin, light and fleeting, but no less wanted than the other. The young woman was inclined to stretch her neck, lean back against his mouth. When his lips met hers, Evi kissed back with all the fervour of a lioness hunting down her prey. She was young and inexperienced, but she allowed her body to take over, responding to Elias with the reptilian part of her brain, rather than with any true cerebral thought going into what she was doing.
It didn’t take long for Evi to get used to the intrusion of his full length inside her. There was initially a sharp pain deep inside her as he pushed himself deeper, but he didn’t immediately pull away, allowing her the chance to find a comfortable position and get used to the sensation. Then, he started rocking his hip, pulling away and then pushing back. The fingers of one of her hands raked across his back, seemingly increasing in pressure the deeper and deeper Elias entered her. He was slow, gentle with her, taking his time to ensure he did not cause her too much discomfort.
There was a natural sort of rhythm that they entered into after a while, Evi moving her hips to match Elias’ pace. She clenched all of her internal muscles, she let him rub and nudge at her, and clutched at him in return, and it still wasn’t enough. Elias had a bit of texture to him, a could of ridges that caught at her muscles and the edge of her hole when it slid inside and scraped gently at her insides. His head never ventured far from hers either, leaning right down so that she could feel his ever-harsher breathing right against her neck. Her own breathing, too, was becoming more and more haggard.
It drew a soft growl from her, frustration and pleasure mingling as she squirmed slightly against him. It was like Elias was quietly mocking her inability to function properly, unable to voice her thoughts in a coherent manner. “More,” was all she was able to whisper, though she wasn’t entirely sure what she was asking for ‘more’ of.
Thinking was overrated anyway, especially given the fire he'd ignited inside her.
She tilted her hips for a better angle when he thrust in deeper and harder still and the girl let out a soft moan, “Mhmm, yesss…” her eyes moved downwards, drinking in his form, no sign of coyness in her glance as simple lust reigned. Thoughts of her family and their disappointment should they every find out were now lost to her. They’d surely understand that she had desires and wanted to act on them. Despite her typical display of innocence, she wasn't truly so or at least, not wholly innocent. This was what she wanted.
The man seemed capable of keeping his head but then he wasn't the one being kissed, being held. Well, perhaps even if he was, he wouldn't go to pieces quite as much as she was doing. It couldn't be helped really; she'd been yearning for his touch, starved for want of it and… whilst he hadn’t been slow to give it to her, she had been waiting for this much longer than Elias had. Maybe if their paths had been different, if they’d had this chance before, if he’d been a little more partial to touching her in certain ways, actually embracing her or kissing her from time to time then it wouldn't be such a big deal.
However, her infatuation with him had been defined by a deficit in intimacy and tenderness, and thus, what he was doing now was successfully breaking her.
Butterfly kisses littered her face, her neck, her shoulders, anywhere Elias could reach. Some lingered, others merely peppered across her tanned skin, light and fleeting, but no less wanted than the other. The young woman was inclined to stretch her neck, lean back against his mouth. When his lips met hers, Evi kissed back with all the fervour of a lioness hunting down her prey. She was young and inexperienced, but she allowed her body to take over, responding to Elias with the reptilian part of her brain, rather than with any true cerebral thought going into what she was doing.
It didn’t take long for Evi to get used to the intrusion of his full length inside her. There was initially a sharp pain deep inside her as he pushed himself deeper, but he didn’t immediately pull away, allowing her the chance to find a comfortable position and get used to the sensation. Then, he started rocking his hip, pulling away and then pushing back. The fingers of one of her hands raked across his back, seemingly increasing in pressure the deeper and deeper Elias entered her. He was slow, gentle with her, taking his time to ensure he did not cause her too much discomfort.
There was a natural sort of rhythm that they entered into after a while, Evi moving her hips to match Elias’ pace. She clenched all of her internal muscles, she let him rub and nudge at her, and clutched at him in return, and it still wasn’t enough. Elias had a bit of texture to him, a could of ridges that caught at her muscles and the edge of her hole when it slid inside and scraped gently at her insides. His head never ventured far from hers either, leaning right down so that she could feel his ever-harsher breathing right against her neck. Her own breathing, too, was becoming more and more haggard.
It drew a soft growl from her, frustration and pleasure mingling as she squirmed slightly against him. It was like Elias was quietly mocking her inability to function properly, unable to voice her thoughts in a coherent manner. “More,” was all she was able to whisper, though she wasn’t entirely sure what she was asking for ‘more’ of.
Thinking was overrated anyway, especially given the fire he'd ignited inside her.
She tilted her hips for a better angle when he thrust in deeper and harder still and the girl let out a soft moan, “Mhmm, yesss…” her eyes moved downwards, drinking in his form, no sign of coyness in her glance as simple lust reigned. Thoughts of her family and their disappointment should they every find out were now lost to her. They’d surely understand that she had desires and wanted to act on them. Despite her typical display of innocence, she wasn't truly so or at least, not wholly innocent. This was what she wanted.
More.
Elias reveled in hearing the word come from feminine lips. It was a habit indoctrinated in him, a desire to see the satisfaction in others. If it was a testament to his ego, to need to see women subjugated by talents honed by years of promiscuity, or if it was his own sort of concern... truly, Elias of Stravos couldn't say. But, he reveled in it nonetheless. When Evi began to move her hips to match his pace, hefelt the pressure against him, a breath taken with a shudder as his senses were all too encapsulated by the sensations within.
However, he kept his composure, his lips curved into a grin against her flesh as he heard the delicious moans escape her lips. Evi of Antonis wasn't so practised as some of the women he'd been with, expected since he'd taken her for the first time, but he felt the fever of desire mingle with the the illogical feelings of the same infatuation she'd held for him. Albeit, Elias was perhaps, in better control of himself. He'd not lingered on such feelings for years and placed them on a pedastal. But, he felt himself see Evi as more. It was a feeling he threw into his motions as his pace increased further still.
Elias, after time, grew rougher, his motions pushing Evi into the leather bound and linen covered mattress, the wood beneath creaking softly as he drank in the sight of her, a visage cloaked in the darkness of his own shadow and the deteriorating candle light as time went on. Sensation overwhelmed, and Elias of Stravos felt himself undone, taking the Antonis girl with abandon again and again until...
The candles went out. The moon had risen past the point of its light slivering through the window. In the room, there was only the minuscule starlight that bled into them. The Headlord could hardly see Evi, but nonetheless, he did not need to. He explored through touch, letting his fingers play along her collarbone before his digits soothed against the pulse point at her neck. He brought himself close to her, his lips curved into a grin.
It would be silly, for Elias to ask 'how it was' for her. It was evident over and over through the course of their shared evening that she'd enjoyed herself. Rather, Elias kept himself silent, letting an admiring touch play along her flesh. It began along her shoulder before sliding between her arm to coax along the curvature of her breast. Then, his fingertips drummed lightly along her rib cage before meeting at her side to strike softly at her hips. An easy chuckle escaped him before he pulled away from her.
In the moment of their separation, at last Elias felt the evening chill bleed against his chest. They'd spent hours together, and it was well into the night, the oceanic winds were chilled as they threw against the tide, the face of the cliff, and upwards and throughout. The Headlord of Stravos fetched a blanket, unfurling it before he joined Evi again on the bed. He'd cover Evi with it first before he asked her,
"What is it, Evi, that you like about me?"
It was a question, in truth, he wondered about most women. There was always the easy answer, the divines given beauty that was so prevalently praised in him. The regal stature and his status. But, Elias wondered if Evi might satisfy his curiosity in a way that wasn't the vapid stuttering of a girl fallen for the visage of Adonis. Used to that answer, he hoped the woman who'd coaxed infatuation out of him might have a different response.
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Elias reveled in hearing the word come from feminine lips. It was a habit indoctrinated in him, a desire to see the satisfaction in others. If it was a testament to his ego, to need to see women subjugated by talents honed by years of promiscuity, or if it was his own sort of concern... truly, Elias of Stravos couldn't say. But, he reveled in it nonetheless. When Evi began to move her hips to match his pace, hefelt the pressure against him, a breath taken with a shudder as his senses were all too encapsulated by the sensations within.
However, he kept his composure, his lips curved into a grin against her flesh as he heard the delicious moans escape her lips. Evi of Antonis wasn't so practised as some of the women he'd been with, expected since he'd taken her for the first time, but he felt the fever of desire mingle with the the illogical feelings of the same infatuation she'd held for him. Albeit, Elias was perhaps, in better control of himself. He'd not lingered on such feelings for years and placed them on a pedastal. But, he felt himself see Evi as more. It was a feeling he threw into his motions as his pace increased further still.
Elias, after time, grew rougher, his motions pushing Evi into the leather bound and linen covered mattress, the wood beneath creaking softly as he drank in the sight of her, a visage cloaked in the darkness of his own shadow and the deteriorating candle light as time went on. Sensation overwhelmed, and Elias of Stravos felt himself undone, taking the Antonis girl with abandon again and again until...
The candles went out. The moon had risen past the point of its light slivering through the window. In the room, there was only the minuscule starlight that bled into them. The Headlord could hardly see Evi, but nonetheless, he did not need to. He explored through touch, letting his fingers play along her collarbone before his digits soothed against the pulse point at her neck. He brought himself close to her, his lips curved into a grin.
It would be silly, for Elias to ask 'how it was' for her. It was evident over and over through the course of their shared evening that she'd enjoyed herself. Rather, Elias kept himself silent, letting an admiring touch play along her flesh. It began along her shoulder before sliding between her arm to coax along the curvature of her breast. Then, his fingertips drummed lightly along her rib cage before meeting at her side to strike softly at her hips. An easy chuckle escaped him before he pulled away from her.
In the moment of their separation, at last Elias felt the evening chill bleed against his chest. They'd spent hours together, and it was well into the night, the oceanic winds were chilled as they threw against the tide, the face of the cliff, and upwards and throughout. The Headlord of Stravos fetched a blanket, unfurling it before he joined Evi again on the bed. He'd cover Evi with it first before he asked her,
"What is it, Evi, that you like about me?"
It was a question, in truth, he wondered about most women. There was always the easy answer, the divines given beauty that was so prevalently praised in him. The regal stature and his status. But, Elias wondered if Evi might satisfy his curiosity in a way that wasn't the vapid stuttering of a girl fallen for the visage of Adonis. Used to that answer, he hoped the woman who'd coaxed infatuation out of him might have a different response.
More.
Elias reveled in hearing the word come from feminine lips. It was a habit indoctrinated in him, a desire to see the satisfaction in others. If it was a testament to his ego, to need to see women subjugated by talents honed by years of promiscuity, or if it was his own sort of concern... truly, Elias of Stravos couldn't say. But, he reveled in it nonetheless. When Evi began to move her hips to match his pace, hefelt the pressure against him, a breath taken with a shudder as his senses were all too encapsulated by the sensations within.
However, he kept his composure, his lips curved into a grin against her flesh as he heard the delicious moans escape her lips. Evi of Antonis wasn't so practised as some of the women he'd been with, expected since he'd taken her for the first time, but he felt the fever of desire mingle with the the illogical feelings of the same infatuation she'd held for him. Albeit, Elias was perhaps, in better control of himself. He'd not lingered on such feelings for years and placed them on a pedastal. But, he felt himself see Evi as more. It was a feeling he threw into his motions as his pace increased further still.
Elias, after time, grew rougher, his motions pushing Evi into the leather bound and linen covered mattress, the wood beneath creaking softly as he drank in the sight of her, a visage cloaked in the darkness of his own shadow and the deteriorating candle light as time went on. Sensation overwhelmed, and Elias of Stravos felt himself undone, taking the Antonis girl with abandon again and again until...
The candles went out. The moon had risen past the point of its light slivering through the window. In the room, there was only the minuscule starlight that bled into them. The Headlord could hardly see Evi, but nonetheless, he did not need to. He explored through touch, letting his fingers play along her collarbone before his digits soothed against the pulse point at her neck. He brought himself close to her, his lips curved into a grin.
It would be silly, for Elias to ask 'how it was' for her. It was evident over and over through the course of their shared evening that she'd enjoyed herself. Rather, Elias kept himself silent, letting an admiring touch play along her flesh. It began along her shoulder before sliding between her arm to coax along the curvature of her breast. Then, his fingertips drummed lightly along her rib cage before meeting at her side to strike softly at her hips. An easy chuckle escaped him before he pulled away from her.
In the moment of their separation, at last Elias felt the evening chill bleed against his chest. They'd spent hours together, and it was well into the night, the oceanic winds were chilled as they threw against the tide, the face of the cliff, and upwards and throughout. The Headlord of Stravos fetched a blanket, unfurling it before he joined Evi again on the bed. He'd cover Evi with it first before he asked her,
"What is it, Evi, that you like about me?"
It was a question, in truth, he wondered about most women. There was always the easy answer, the divines given beauty that was so prevalently praised in him. The regal stature and his status. But, Elias wondered if Evi might satisfy his curiosity in a way that wasn't the vapid stuttering of a girl fallen for the visage of Adonis. Used to that answer, he hoped the woman who'd coaxed infatuation out of him might have a different response.
Elias’ movements became harder, faster, as he viciously pierced Evi. For her part, the young woman was in awe of the new and wondrous sensations she was experiencing. They weren’t all new to her, having explored her own body alone in the comfort, safety and privacy of her own room, but this was so much more than what she could do to herself.
Being fucked this way, in a position that should have afforded Evi so much control and was instead showcasing Elias’ endless strength and precision, it was so much more devastating than if Elias has crawled on top of her and took her from behind or held her down. The orgasm building in the pit of Evi’s stomach didn’t feel like something she knew for certain she would survive.
She could feel herself on the edge of bliss now, and Elias probably recognised this because his movements never slowed. “Please…” she continued to moan, unsure if he was going to give her release and sink down into pure bliss like her body was screaming at her to do. Elias didn’t give her verbal answer, but she could feel his grin against her skin, as he continued to plough his length deep inside her. Both hands now raked across his back, not deep enough to break the skin, but there would be marks left behind. She came with a wail less than two minutes later.
But it didn’t end there. Now that they were both spent, Elias pulled himself off of Evi and sank into the pillows next to her. His hand, however, returned to their earlier ministrations on her skin. Evi stared up at the dark ceiling for a moment, catching her breath, before twisting her neck to gaze at the grinning man next to her. She smiled back, though the smile fell away when he left the bed.
She almost expect him to ask her to leave, like she was some whore he had taken and was done with. Instead, he returned with a blanket and draped it over her body, and eased himself back into the bed to be next to her. His question came as something of a surprise.
“Who said anything about ‘like’?” She quipped immediately, grinning herself. Then she bit her lip. She couldn’t lie to him, not after this. Evi didn’t answer immediately, instead rolling onto her side, resting her head on top of the crook of her elbow as she bend it behind her head. The other hand caught Elias’ bare chest. Eventually, she said, “There are so many things about you that I think the world misses. They see a competent leader. They see calm and collected - or even cold and sometimes callous - orator.”
“I see those things too. But I also see someone who cares. You were given a barony that was falling to pieces and you have turned it into this. It is now a productive, successful province where the people have something to be proud of. You gave that to them. Your people are loyal not our of fear or duty. They are loyal because its you they want to follow. I’ve seen the nobles look at you in court, but they don’t see what I see. If they could see it, they would follow you without question. If you could do to Athenia what you have done for Lyncestia… the world would certainly love you.”
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Elias’ movements became harder, faster, as he viciously pierced Evi. For her part, the young woman was in awe of the new and wondrous sensations she was experiencing. They weren’t all new to her, having explored her own body alone in the comfort, safety and privacy of her own room, but this was so much more than what she could do to herself.
Being fucked this way, in a position that should have afforded Evi so much control and was instead showcasing Elias’ endless strength and precision, it was so much more devastating than if Elias has crawled on top of her and took her from behind or held her down. The orgasm building in the pit of Evi’s stomach didn’t feel like something she knew for certain she would survive.
She could feel herself on the edge of bliss now, and Elias probably recognised this because his movements never slowed. “Please…” she continued to moan, unsure if he was going to give her release and sink down into pure bliss like her body was screaming at her to do. Elias didn’t give her verbal answer, but she could feel his grin against her skin, as he continued to plough his length deep inside her. Both hands now raked across his back, not deep enough to break the skin, but there would be marks left behind. She came with a wail less than two minutes later.
But it didn’t end there. Now that they were both spent, Elias pulled himself off of Evi and sank into the pillows next to her. His hand, however, returned to their earlier ministrations on her skin. Evi stared up at the dark ceiling for a moment, catching her breath, before twisting her neck to gaze at the grinning man next to her. She smiled back, though the smile fell away when he left the bed.
She almost expect him to ask her to leave, like she was some whore he had taken and was done with. Instead, he returned with a blanket and draped it over her body, and eased himself back into the bed to be next to her. His question came as something of a surprise.
“Who said anything about ‘like’?” She quipped immediately, grinning herself. Then she bit her lip. She couldn’t lie to him, not after this. Evi didn’t answer immediately, instead rolling onto her side, resting her head on top of the crook of her elbow as she bend it behind her head. The other hand caught Elias’ bare chest. Eventually, she said, “There are so many things about you that I think the world misses. They see a competent leader. They see calm and collected - or even cold and sometimes callous - orator.”
“I see those things too. But I also see someone who cares. You were given a barony that was falling to pieces and you have turned it into this. It is now a productive, successful province where the people have something to be proud of. You gave that to them. Your people are loyal not our of fear or duty. They are loyal because its you they want to follow. I’ve seen the nobles look at you in court, but they don’t see what I see. If they could see it, they would follow you without question. If you could do to Athenia what you have done for Lyncestia… the world would certainly love you.”
Elias’ movements became harder, faster, as he viciously pierced Evi. For her part, the young woman was in awe of the new and wondrous sensations she was experiencing. They weren’t all new to her, having explored her own body alone in the comfort, safety and privacy of her own room, but this was so much more than what she could do to herself.
Being fucked this way, in a position that should have afforded Evi so much control and was instead showcasing Elias’ endless strength and precision, it was so much more devastating than if Elias has crawled on top of her and took her from behind or held her down. The orgasm building in the pit of Evi’s stomach didn’t feel like something she knew for certain she would survive.
She could feel herself on the edge of bliss now, and Elias probably recognised this because his movements never slowed. “Please…” she continued to moan, unsure if he was going to give her release and sink down into pure bliss like her body was screaming at her to do. Elias didn’t give her verbal answer, but she could feel his grin against her skin, as he continued to plough his length deep inside her. Both hands now raked across his back, not deep enough to break the skin, but there would be marks left behind. She came with a wail less than two minutes later.
But it didn’t end there. Now that they were both spent, Elias pulled himself off of Evi and sank into the pillows next to her. His hand, however, returned to their earlier ministrations on her skin. Evi stared up at the dark ceiling for a moment, catching her breath, before twisting her neck to gaze at the grinning man next to her. She smiled back, though the smile fell away when he left the bed.
She almost expect him to ask her to leave, like she was some whore he had taken and was done with. Instead, he returned with a blanket and draped it over her body, and eased himself back into the bed to be next to her. His question came as something of a surprise.
“Who said anything about ‘like’?” She quipped immediately, grinning herself. Then she bit her lip. She couldn’t lie to him, not after this. Evi didn’t answer immediately, instead rolling onto her side, resting her head on top of the crook of her elbow as she bend it behind her head. The other hand caught Elias’ bare chest. Eventually, she said, “There are so many things about you that I think the world misses. They see a competent leader. They see calm and collected - or even cold and sometimes callous - orator.”
“I see those things too. But I also see someone who cares. You were given a barony that was falling to pieces and you have turned it into this. It is now a productive, successful province where the people have something to be proud of. You gave that to them. Your people are loyal not our of fear or duty. They are loyal because its you they want to follow. I’ve seen the nobles look at you in court, but they don’t see what I see. If they could see it, they would follow you without question. If you could do to Athenia what you have done for Lyncestia… the world would certainly love you.”
The afterglow of indulgence set its way through Evi, and it was as he looked at her amidst the starlight that he was struck again by her. Or, perhaps, ill-gotten sentiment was tearing through Elias as it would for any man fortunate enough to find themselves under the attentions of Evi of Antonis. The girl had never caught his eye before, but the afternoon spent with her was nothing short of marvelous, only to culminate in an evening of indulgence that had the both of them shuddering beneath his blankets for the warmth it could give to them.
There was no reason to dismiss the woman so soon, or, perhaps, ever. She was intelligent enough to know the position he was in, and though that was a conversation he didn't truly wish to have, he knew it would only be a matter of time before something forced the hand of that decision upon the both of them. Elias could simply dismiss her as one of many conquests, but with each time that thought rose, he was made innately aware of how much of a waste that would be.
Even when she responded to him, it was made clear just how far she was from the noble's daughter, or merchant's wife that he'd pull aside. Whether it was in Archontiko Stravos, the merchant's house itself, or in some gods-forsaken suite purchased with the family stipend... It was different, intimate, and Elias of Stravos listened to the woman intently as she rolled onto her side and faced him properly. The desire to laugh at her quip whittled away as she spoke on in earnest. She didn't belittle his question, as he might've expected.
No, Evi was better than that. A curiosity left to be satisfied by her answer, the Stravos hummed in thought at her assessments at what others saw in him. Certainly, Lyncestia saw him as competent. Certainly, some of his business partners within the capitol could string those words together with some inkling of truth to it. But, the most common thing he heard whispered about him was his reputation as a philanderer, a boy lost in his own priorities, none of which were running his barony or the throne he was likely to take.
While directly addressing such rumours was beneath his station, the fact that Evi, who surely knew of them, skirted past them and went on with facts about the place she'd seen today... It spoke miles of her good graces. Then she went back, and without properly bringing out the reputation outright, Evi spoke on how the rest of the nobility saw him differently.
If you could do to Athenia what you have done for Lyncestia... the world would certainly love you...
The truth behind the words was simplicity in it of itself. It was only logical for Elias' reputation to soar in the midst of his victories. It made sense to him, and Evi of Antonis certainly wasn't wrong. But, was perhaps her faith in him misplaced somewhat? Did she wear the shroud of adoration? Elias didn't know whose opinion to trust in fully, but he did give the proper affection for the kind words she spoke. The Stravos slid beneath the fabric that covered Evi, pushing forward until nothing separated them. An arm curled about her waist, fingertips playing along the expanse of the small of her back.
Then, the Stravos sought to claim another kiss from Evi, a gesture far too brief to be anything but chaste. Then, he took her forehead with those lips, chuckling softly as he addressed her words,
"No one cared about this place before I came here. It was a forgotten Stravos province. My father once lorded over this barony, but he was far too invested in his business dealings and his lordship over the dynasteia itself to give it too much mind. It's been my charge for nearly as long as I've been a man," he mused on. Perhaps the Stravos was repeating facts he'd told the woman in their time on the rowboat or even before. The night was a blur of sensation and emotion, and truly, the words he said were but echoes of memory. He'd been far too invested in listening to her... her rebuttals. Her admissions. And now, her praise, however it was worded.
"But it is only recently that it became productive. A project of years to become what it is. It's been a novelty. The rigors of the throne... Those are pressures and responsibilities at an entirely different level. And truly, Evi, I think I could flourish in it. But, nevertheless... There is room for doubt."
He delivered the words as nonchalantly as he could. She'd be among the first she'd expressed any sort of doubt to, for to say such things to anyone within his own dynasteia seemed... foolish. Or at least, not in his interests. Elias felt he could share things with Evi, the woman provided the sort of trust that distance had removed the privilege others had to it.
"When I was younger, I'd always wondered why your father dismisses the idea of rule. But, now I don't."
Elias wanted the throne, more than almost anything else in the world, but the very idea of rule caused him stress. What would it be like once the position was his?
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The afterglow of indulgence set its way through Evi, and it was as he looked at her amidst the starlight that he was struck again by her. Or, perhaps, ill-gotten sentiment was tearing through Elias as it would for any man fortunate enough to find themselves under the attentions of Evi of Antonis. The girl had never caught his eye before, but the afternoon spent with her was nothing short of marvelous, only to culminate in an evening of indulgence that had the both of them shuddering beneath his blankets for the warmth it could give to them.
There was no reason to dismiss the woman so soon, or, perhaps, ever. She was intelligent enough to know the position he was in, and though that was a conversation he didn't truly wish to have, he knew it would only be a matter of time before something forced the hand of that decision upon the both of them. Elias could simply dismiss her as one of many conquests, but with each time that thought rose, he was made innately aware of how much of a waste that would be.
Even when she responded to him, it was made clear just how far she was from the noble's daughter, or merchant's wife that he'd pull aside. Whether it was in Archontiko Stravos, the merchant's house itself, or in some gods-forsaken suite purchased with the family stipend... It was different, intimate, and Elias of Stravos listened to the woman intently as she rolled onto her side and faced him properly. The desire to laugh at her quip whittled away as she spoke on in earnest. She didn't belittle his question, as he might've expected.
No, Evi was better than that. A curiosity left to be satisfied by her answer, the Stravos hummed in thought at her assessments at what others saw in him. Certainly, Lyncestia saw him as competent. Certainly, some of his business partners within the capitol could string those words together with some inkling of truth to it. But, the most common thing he heard whispered about him was his reputation as a philanderer, a boy lost in his own priorities, none of which were running his barony or the throne he was likely to take.
While directly addressing such rumours was beneath his station, the fact that Evi, who surely knew of them, skirted past them and went on with facts about the place she'd seen today... It spoke miles of her good graces. Then she went back, and without properly bringing out the reputation outright, Evi spoke on how the rest of the nobility saw him differently.
If you could do to Athenia what you have done for Lyncestia... the world would certainly love you...
The truth behind the words was simplicity in it of itself. It was only logical for Elias' reputation to soar in the midst of his victories. It made sense to him, and Evi of Antonis certainly wasn't wrong. But, was perhaps her faith in him misplaced somewhat? Did she wear the shroud of adoration? Elias didn't know whose opinion to trust in fully, but he did give the proper affection for the kind words she spoke. The Stravos slid beneath the fabric that covered Evi, pushing forward until nothing separated them. An arm curled about her waist, fingertips playing along the expanse of the small of her back.
Then, the Stravos sought to claim another kiss from Evi, a gesture far too brief to be anything but chaste. Then, he took her forehead with those lips, chuckling softly as he addressed her words,
"No one cared about this place before I came here. It was a forgotten Stravos province. My father once lorded over this barony, but he was far too invested in his business dealings and his lordship over the dynasteia itself to give it too much mind. It's been my charge for nearly as long as I've been a man," he mused on. Perhaps the Stravos was repeating facts he'd told the woman in their time on the rowboat or even before. The night was a blur of sensation and emotion, and truly, the words he said were but echoes of memory. He'd been far too invested in listening to her... her rebuttals. Her admissions. And now, her praise, however it was worded.
"But it is only recently that it became productive. A project of years to become what it is. It's been a novelty. The rigors of the throne... Those are pressures and responsibilities at an entirely different level. And truly, Evi, I think I could flourish in it. But, nevertheless... There is room for doubt."
He delivered the words as nonchalantly as he could. She'd be among the first she'd expressed any sort of doubt to, for to say such things to anyone within his own dynasteia seemed... foolish. Or at least, not in his interests. Elias felt he could share things with Evi, the woman provided the sort of trust that distance had removed the privilege others had to it.
"When I was younger, I'd always wondered why your father dismisses the idea of rule. But, now I don't."
Elias wanted the throne, more than almost anything else in the world, but the very idea of rule caused him stress. What would it be like once the position was his?
The afterglow of indulgence set its way through Evi, and it was as he looked at her amidst the starlight that he was struck again by her. Or, perhaps, ill-gotten sentiment was tearing through Elias as it would for any man fortunate enough to find themselves under the attentions of Evi of Antonis. The girl had never caught his eye before, but the afternoon spent with her was nothing short of marvelous, only to culminate in an evening of indulgence that had the both of them shuddering beneath his blankets for the warmth it could give to them.
There was no reason to dismiss the woman so soon, or, perhaps, ever. She was intelligent enough to know the position he was in, and though that was a conversation he didn't truly wish to have, he knew it would only be a matter of time before something forced the hand of that decision upon the both of them. Elias could simply dismiss her as one of many conquests, but with each time that thought rose, he was made innately aware of how much of a waste that would be.
Even when she responded to him, it was made clear just how far she was from the noble's daughter, or merchant's wife that he'd pull aside. Whether it was in Archontiko Stravos, the merchant's house itself, or in some gods-forsaken suite purchased with the family stipend... It was different, intimate, and Elias of Stravos listened to the woman intently as she rolled onto her side and faced him properly. The desire to laugh at her quip whittled away as she spoke on in earnest. She didn't belittle his question, as he might've expected.
No, Evi was better than that. A curiosity left to be satisfied by her answer, the Stravos hummed in thought at her assessments at what others saw in him. Certainly, Lyncestia saw him as competent. Certainly, some of his business partners within the capitol could string those words together with some inkling of truth to it. But, the most common thing he heard whispered about him was his reputation as a philanderer, a boy lost in his own priorities, none of which were running his barony or the throne he was likely to take.
While directly addressing such rumours was beneath his station, the fact that Evi, who surely knew of them, skirted past them and went on with facts about the place she'd seen today... It spoke miles of her good graces. Then she went back, and without properly bringing out the reputation outright, Evi spoke on how the rest of the nobility saw him differently.
If you could do to Athenia what you have done for Lyncestia... the world would certainly love you...
The truth behind the words was simplicity in it of itself. It was only logical for Elias' reputation to soar in the midst of his victories. It made sense to him, and Evi of Antonis certainly wasn't wrong. But, was perhaps her faith in him misplaced somewhat? Did she wear the shroud of adoration? Elias didn't know whose opinion to trust in fully, but he did give the proper affection for the kind words she spoke. The Stravos slid beneath the fabric that covered Evi, pushing forward until nothing separated them. An arm curled about her waist, fingertips playing along the expanse of the small of her back.
Then, the Stravos sought to claim another kiss from Evi, a gesture far too brief to be anything but chaste. Then, he took her forehead with those lips, chuckling softly as he addressed her words,
"No one cared about this place before I came here. It was a forgotten Stravos province. My father once lorded over this barony, but he was far too invested in his business dealings and his lordship over the dynasteia itself to give it too much mind. It's been my charge for nearly as long as I've been a man," he mused on. Perhaps the Stravos was repeating facts he'd told the woman in their time on the rowboat or even before. The night was a blur of sensation and emotion, and truly, the words he said were but echoes of memory. He'd been far too invested in listening to her... her rebuttals. Her admissions. And now, her praise, however it was worded.
"But it is only recently that it became productive. A project of years to become what it is. It's been a novelty. The rigors of the throne... Those are pressures and responsibilities at an entirely different level. And truly, Evi, I think I could flourish in it. But, nevertheless... There is room for doubt."
He delivered the words as nonchalantly as he could. She'd be among the first she'd expressed any sort of doubt to, for to say such things to anyone within his own dynasteia seemed... foolish. Or at least, not in his interests. Elias felt he could share things with Evi, the woman provided the sort of trust that distance had removed the privilege others had to it.
"When I was younger, I'd always wondered why your father dismisses the idea of rule. But, now I don't."
Elias wanted the throne, more than almost anything else in the world, but the very idea of rule caused him stress. What would it be like once the position was his?
The kisses became no more easy to bear with each one that he sought to claim from her. Each one left the young woman dizzied, reeling in between the known world and her own fantasies. How was he so able to make her come undone with just a touch. She felt his fingers trace pattens across the small of her back, mimicking the patterns she continued to trace across his chest. Why did they have to engage in civilised conversation now? They had all of tomorrow to do that, if Elias so wished.
Yet… even lying here, Evi was fascinated by what he was saying. She was curious about his mind, what drove him, where he wanted to be. She was also still monumentally pleased that Elias didn’t treat her like a pretty little thing that had no brain to speak of anything intelligent. Even after the union they had just shared… she wondered if all Elias’ women were afforded the same dignities or if Evi was special in that regard. To ask a question like Elias had after sex was natural, but… well Evi was no expert in carnal matters, but she didn’t imagine many couples engaged in a philosophical discussion immediately after the fact.
Evi, for her part, did not have the wits to carry out such a meaningful discussion now. She almost said as much, but decided against it, instead placing her own lips against the man’s neck and peppering her own few, chaste kisses along to his shoulder.
“I didn’t raise into question who cared about Lyncestia before you came along and took the barony as your own,” Evi murmured in between kisses, “Nor how long it took you to make it a productive barony. The point still stands that now it is productive, flourishing, even. If I were a betting woman, I would say that within a few more years, the barony could be entirely self-sufficient. If given the proper care and treatment.”
The girl pulled away from Elias shoulder and rolled onto her back. She stared upwards for a few moments before turning her head with a sigh and turning to look back at her bed companion. “Doubt? What doubt? Are they doubts that you yourself have, or do you perceive others to have doubts about you?” Elias seemed almost.. troubled when he mentioned such doubts, and Evi wondered if he’d ever had a forum in which to discuss them openly. She doubted it.
“Father has his own reasons for refusing the throne. Some are shared, some are not, and I do not think it my place to ponder what his reasons may be. It would not be fair of use to make assumptions when he is not around to defend his reasoning. But I can appreciate… why your opinions may have changed over the years. Now that there is a very real possibility of you ruling Athenia, it must seem daunting.”
“And the benefit is that I already have an idea of what sort of ruler you will be. It is with great confidence, then, that I can say that I have no doubts of my own.”
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The kisses became no more easy to bear with each one that he sought to claim from her. Each one left the young woman dizzied, reeling in between the known world and her own fantasies. How was he so able to make her come undone with just a touch. She felt his fingers trace pattens across the small of her back, mimicking the patterns she continued to trace across his chest. Why did they have to engage in civilised conversation now? They had all of tomorrow to do that, if Elias so wished.
Yet… even lying here, Evi was fascinated by what he was saying. She was curious about his mind, what drove him, where he wanted to be. She was also still monumentally pleased that Elias didn’t treat her like a pretty little thing that had no brain to speak of anything intelligent. Even after the union they had just shared… she wondered if all Elias’ women were afforded the same dignities or if Evi was special in that regard. To ask a question like Elias had after sex was natural, but… well Evi was no expert in carnal matters, but she didn’t imagine many couples engaged in a philosophical discussion immediately after the fact.
Evi, for her part, did not have the wits to carry out such a meaningful discussion now. She almost said as much, but decided against it, instead placing her own lips against the man’s neck and peppering her own few, chaste kisses along to his shoulder.
“I didn’t raise into question who cared about Lyncestia before you came along and took the barony as your own,” Evi murmured in between kisses, “Nor how long it took you to make it a productive barony. The point still stands that now it is productive, flourishing, even. If I were a betting woman, I would say that within a few more years, the barony could be entirely self-sufficient. If given the proper care and treatment.”
The girl pulled away from Elias shoulder and rolled onto her back. She stared upwards for a few moments before turning her head with a sigh and turning to look back at her bed companion. “Doubt? What doubt? Are they doubts that you yourself have, or do you perceive others to have doubts about you?” Elias seemed almost.. troubled when he mentioned such doubts, and Evi wondered if he’d ever had a forum in which to discuss them openly. She doubted it.
“Father has his own reasons for refusing the throne. Some are shared, some are not, and I do not think it my place to ponder what his reasons may be. It would not be fair of use to make assumptions when he is not around to defend his reasoning. But I can appreciate… why your opinions may have changed over the years. Now that there is a very real possibility of you ruling Athenia, it must seem daunting.”
“And the benefit is that I already have an idea of what sort of ruler you will be. It is with great confidence, then, that I can say that I have no doubts of my own.”
The kisses became no more easy to bear with each one that he sought to claim from her. Each one left the young woman dizzied, reeling in between the known world and her own fantasies. How was he so able to make her come undone with just a touch. She felt his fingers trace pattens across the small of her back, mimicking the patterns she continued to trace across his chest. Why did they have to engage in civilised conversation now? They had all of tomorrow to do that, if Elias so wished.
Yet… even lying here, Evi was fascinated by what he was saying. She was curious about his mind, what drove him, where he wanted to be. She was also still monumentally pleased that Elias didn’t treat her like a pretty little thing that had no brain to speak of anything intelligent. Even after the union they had just shared… she wondered if all Elias’ women were afforded the same dignities or if Evi was special in that regard. To ask a question like Elias had after sex was natural, but… well Evi was no expert in carnal matters, but she didn’t imagine many couples engaged in a philosophical discussion immediately after the fact.
Evi, for her part, did not have the wits to carry out such a meaningful discussion now. She almost said as much, but decided against it, instead placing her own lips against the man’s neck and peppering her own few, chaste kisses along to his shoulder.
“I didn’t raise into question who cared about Lyncestia before you came along and took the barony as your own,” Evi murmured in between kisses, “Nor how long it took you to make it a productive barony. The point still stands that now it is productive, flourishing, even. If I were a betting woman, I would say that within a few more years, the barony could be entirely self-sufficient. If given the proper care and treatment.”
The girl pulled away from Elias shoulder and rolled onto her back. She stared upwards for a few moments before turning her head with a sigh and turning to look back at her bed companion. “Doubt? What doubt? Are they doubts that you yourself have, or do you perceive others to have doubts about you?” Elias seemed almost.. troubled when he mentioned such doubts, and Evi wondered if he’d ever had a forum in which to discuss them openly. She doubted it.
“Father has his own reasons for refusing the throne. Some are shared, some are not, and I do not think it my place to ponder what his reasons may be. It would not be fair of use to make assumptions when he is not around to defend his reasoning. But I can appreciate… why your opinions may have changed over the years. Now that there is a very real possibility of you ruling Athenia, it must seem daunting.”
“And the benefit is that I already have an idea of what sort of ruler you will be. It is with great confidence, then, that I can say that I have no doubts of my own.”
Perhaps it was beyond Evi's interests to talk to him at the moment, but there was something about Evi that appealed to his sensibilities. She was level-headed in all the ways he was not, and the idea of telling her things seemed to grow stronger and stronger as the time shared between them grew. It was curiosity, perhaps, that compelled him. Delving into the reaches of his own thoughts was something he'd scarcely had the chance to do. He was, of course, self-aware enough to understand what plagued him, but to express any of it, especially to those who wore the Stravos insignia proudly as he did, was asinine. Evi of Antonis had unwittingly made herself his confidante, and he drew an easier time in speaking to her than most anyone else.
It wasn't friendship, or simple desire, but affection and while Elias had been wary of it before, listening to her words, the intelligent questions she asked, as well as the confidence she had in him... it was very different. Elias of Stravos always went on with the confidence of his family, for he'd as of yet never proven it misplaced. But, always, there was the shadow of doubt, the reputation that grew and grew as time went on of his dalliances, of what was perceived to be an oafish nature cloaked by unparalleled beauty. Evi saw deeper than the immaculate flesh that covered his form, and he was, due to that, content to share with her.
But, sharing had its limits. After the night they'd been through together, to share so deeply seemed a bit gratuitous. Perhaps it was best to keep silent, or to reserve such sharing for a time when they weren't both exhausted and nude beneath a thick blanket. He debated it in his mind as listened to her go on. Still, her questions invited further elaboration, and her dismissal of her father's refusal of the throne brought Elias to the idea that moving away from this particular topic of conversation was perhaps the best thing for these two. Delving into the philosophy of rule was better left to those with a very real chance of ruling together, and as much as he craved Evi's company, as much as he relished it when her lips trailed along the flesh of his neck and shoulder... he knew it was impossible.
Or, at the very least, incredibly scandalous. He allowed himself to consider her question even as she went on. He let her finish speaking in the entirety, his lips curved into a smile before he shifted an arm to thread his fingers loosely into her hair. Elias took the woman into a proper kiss, fully intent on placing the appreciation he felt for her candor in the moment as his tongue sought to take hers in a slow game for dominance. Then, he released her, and he pressed his lips to her jawline just next to her ear, whispered words spoken against her skin,
"You know my reputation as well as I, I'm sure. And yet you've continued to hold confidence and more in me. Truly, Evi, it's an honour to be the subject of your affections. I won't send you away. I can't. You're far too interesting," he admitted, quite pleased with the both of them pressed into one another, of sharing the warmth of his bed and the aged grandeur of his castle with her. He released her, laying on his back anew, his arm sliding beneath her body as his eyes fell shut. He tipped his head back into his pillows as he murmured aloud,
"Good night, my lady."
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Perhaps it was beyond Evi's interests to talk to him at the moment, but there was something about Evi that appealed to his sensibilities. She was level-headed in all the ways he was not, and the idea of telling her things seemed to grow stronger and stronger as the time shared between them grew. It was curiosity, perhaps, that compelled him. Delving into the reaches of his own thoughts was something he'd scarcely had the chance to do. He was, of course, self-aware enough to understand what plagued him, but to express any of it, especially to those who wore the Stravos insignia proudly as he did, was asinine. Evi of Antonis had unwittingly made herself his confidante, and he drew an easier time in speaking to her than most anyone else.
It wasn't friendship, or simple desire, but affection and while Elias had been wary of it before, listening to her words, the intelligent questions she asked, as well as the confidence she had in him... it was very different. Elias of Stravos always went on with the confidence of his family, for he'd as of yet never proven it misplaced. But, always, there was the shadow of doubt, the reputation that grew and grew as time went on of his dalliances, of what was perceived to be an oafish nature cloaked by unparalleled beauty. Evi saw deeper than the immaculate flesh that covered his form, and he was, due to that, content to share with her.
But, sharing had its limits. After the night they'd been through together, to share so deeply seemed a bit gratuitous. Perhaps it was best to keep silent, or to reserve such sharing for a time when they weren't both exhausted and nude beneath a thick blanket. He debated it in his mind as listened to her go on. Still, her questions invited further elaboration, and her dismissal of her father's refusal of the throne brought Elias to the idea that moving away from this particular topic of conversation was perhaps the best thing for these two. Delving into the philosophy of rule was better left to those with a very real chance of ruling together, and as much as he craved Evi's company, as much as he relished it when her lips trailed along the flesh of his neck and shoulder... he knew it was impossible.
Or, at the very least, incredibly scandalous. He allowed himself to consider her question even as she went on. He let her finish speaking in the entirety, his lips curved into a smile before he shifted an arm to thread his fingers loosely into her hair. Elias took the woman into a proper kiss, fully intent on placing the appreciation he felt for her candor in the moment as his tongue sought to take hers in a slow game for dominance. Then, he released her, and he pressed his lips to her jawline just next to her ear, whispered words spoken against her skin,
"You know my reputation as well as I, I'm sure. And yet you've continued to hold confidence and more in me. Truly, Evi, it's an honour to be the subject of your affections. I won't send you away. I can't. You're far too interesting," he admitted, quite pleased with the both of them pressed into one another, of sharing the warmth of his bed and the aged grandeur of his castle with her. He released her, laying on his back anew, his arm sliding beneath her body as his eyes fell shut. He tipped his head back into his pillows as he murmured aloud,
"Good night, my lady."
Perhaps it was beyond Evi's interests to talk to him at the moment, but there was something about Evi that appealed to his sensibilities. She was level-headed in all the ways he was not, and the idea of telling her things seemed to grow stronger and stronger as the time shared between them grew. It was curiosity, perhaps, that compelled him. Delving into the reaches of his own thoughts was something he'd scarcely had the chance to do. He was, of course, self-aware enough to understand what plagued him, but to express any of it, especially to those who wore the Stravos insignia proudly as he did, was asinine. Evi of Antonis had unwittingly made herself his confidante, and he drew an easier time in speaking to her than most anyone else.
It wasn't friendship, or simple desire, but affection and while Elias had been wary of it before, listening to her words, the intelligent questions she asked, as well as the confidence she had in him... it was very different. Elias of Stravos always went on with the confidence of his family, for he'd as of yet never proven it misplaced. But, always, there was the shadow of doubt, the reputation that grew and grew as time went on of his dalliances, of what was perceived to be an oafish nature cloaked by unparalleled beauty. Evi saw deeper than the immaculate flesh that covered his form, and he was, due to that, content to share with her.
But, sharing had its limits. After the night they'd been through together, to share so deeply seemed a bit gratuitous. Perhaps it was best to keep silent, or to reserve such sharing for a time when they weren't both exhausted and nude beneath a thick blanket. He debated it in his mind as listened to her go on. Still, her questions invited further elaboration, and her dismissal of her father's refusal of the throne brought Elias to the idea that moving away from this particular topic of conversation was perhaps the best thing for these two. Delving into the philosophy of rule was better left to those with a very real chance of ruling together, and as much as he craved Evi's company, as much as he relished it when her lips trailed along the flesh of his neck and shoulder... he knew it was impossible.
Or, at the very least, incredibly scandalous. He allowed himself to consider her question even as she went on. He let her finish speaking in the entirety, his lips curved into a smile before he shifted an arm to thread his fingers loosely into her hair. Elias took the woman into a proper kiss, fully intent on placing the appreciation he felt for her candor in the moment as his tongue sought to take hers in a slow game for dominance. Then, he released her, and he pressed his lips to her jawline just next to her ear, whispered words spoken against her skin,
"You know my reputation as well as I, I'm sure. And yet you've continued to hold confidence and more in me. Truly, Evi, it's an honour to be the subject of your affections. I won't send you away. I can't. You're far too interesting," he admitted, quite pleased with the both of them pressed into one another, of sharing the warmth of his bed and the aged grandeur of his castle with her. He released her, laying on his back anew, his arm sliding beneath her body as his eyes fell shut. He tipped his head back into his pillows as he murmured aloud,