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Beta: Half Elf Lost

14: deep shadows

December 14th

"No!" Anion hissed, but Cilith continued to drag him away from the festivities. "We shall be caught!" he protested further to no avail.

Cilith ducked into a small, dark alley along one of the side streets of the vast city. "No one will see us, Anion," Cilith reassured him as he pulled his lover close. "They all celebrate another year's passing and we are alone. You have denied me your bed for a fortnight now; I will take a kiss where I will if you will not permit me the use of your body."

Anion opened his mouth to object again, but Cilith swooped down and pressed his lips to the younger Elf's, delving deep inside the warm, wet cavern. Anion melted into Cilith's arms, whimpering softly under the sweet torment of Cilith's insistent, desperate kisses. He grew aroused, his hardness rubbing against Cilith's own caged need, and he broke the kiss. He gazed up into Cilith's grey eyes, which were almost black in the shadowed night. "Take me to your rooms," he breathed. "Take me to your bed."

The elder Elf smiled wickedly, nipping at Anion's swollen lips as he ran a finger lightly over the ridge in Anion's leggings. His lover shuddered and Cilith wondered if he could restrain himself just a little longer so as not to ravish his young love in the darkness of a cold alley.

"Please," Anion softly begged as he lapped at the hollow of Cilith's throat.

"As if you needed to ask," Cilith managed harshly, dragging Anion behind him as he swiftly navigated the snow-covered streets. "If it were not for this last shred of my sanity, I would have pinned you to the wall and driven myself into your hot depths."

Behind the elder Elf, Anion ginned mischievously. "Such a shame," he whispered to the chilly night sky. "I will have to try harder next time."


	Navigation multi-part stories previous next		Winter Dreams Beta: Half Elf Lost 14: deep shadows December 14th "No!" Anion hissed, but Cilith continued to drag him away from the festivities. "We shall be caught!" he protested further to no avail. Cilith ducked into a small, dark alley along one of the side streets of the vast city. "No one will see us, Anion," Cilith reassured him as he pulled his lover close. "They all celebrate another year's passing and we are alone. You have denied me your bed for a fortnight now; I will take a kiss where I will if you will not permit me the use of your body." Anion opened his mouth to object again, but Cilith swooped down and pressed his lips to the younger Elf's, delving deep inside the warm, wet cavern. Anion melted into Cilith's arms, whimpering softly under the sweet torment of Cilith's insistent, desperate kisses. He grew aroused, his hardness rubbing against Cilith's own caged need, and he broke the kiss. He gazed up into Cilith's grey eyes, which were almost black in the shadowed night. "Take me to your rooms," he breathed. "Take me to your bed." The elder Elf smiled wickedly, nipping at Anion's swollen lips as he ran a finger lightly over the ridge in Anion's leggings. His lover shuddered and Cilith wondered if he could restrain himself just a little longer so as not to ravish his young love in the darkness of a cold alley. "Please," Anion softly begged as he lapped at the hollow of Cilith's throat. "As if you needed to ask," Cilith managed harshly, dragging Anion behind him as he swiftly navigated the snow-covered streets. "If it were not for this last shred of my sanity, I would have pinned you to the wall and driven myself into your hot depths." Behind the elder Elf, Anion ginned mischievously. "Such a shame," he whispered to the chilly night sky. "I will have to try harder next time."