Keth Silverclaw was standing in front of the window, his arms crossed the slender body fiercely erected. He looked emotionless, his green eyes half covered by his raven black hair, that the light of the moon made shine in silver.
“Stop shaking like that Eledhwen, I could not avoid it. You know it better than me...so stop this. Things can't be changed”
He turned away adjusting with one hand the sword at his side.
The thick walls of the manor smelled of humid and dust and in the lights of the torches hanging on the wall I could see my hands covered in blood;
I felt it on my body, drenching my clothes, I felt it on my face.
The smell, like of metal, was almost unbearable.
I was sitting on a thick furry carpet, unable to move. I felt the tears flowing out of my eyes and a cry of desperation was resonating into my chest, trapped and unable to get out.
It was obvious that I had started it all.
“Come with me...” Keth's voice was all of a sudden softer, almost caressing and all of a his deep green eyes were shining with pity.
He helped me to stand and supporting me he took me to the room they called room of bathing.
In the centre of the room there was a huge circular pool. The water was warm, steam was floating above the pool giving it a surreal look. The stone covering the sides of the bath shone like pearl at the light of the candles burning all around it.
Keth took a towel, he drenched it with water from a barrel and he came to me. He begun cleaning my face.
I closed my eyes. The towel smelled of Jasmine, like Keth.
“Don't fear Eledhwen...”
he used my full name.
The elf undressed me and he went on cleaning my body, rinsing from time to time the towel in the scented water.
He spoke the ancient language. The tip of his fingers felt cold on my heated skin.
“Now the trace of my sin has left your body...” he hesitated to continue “allow me to fill your soul with the same sin”
“Keth Silverclaw” I replied formally “I am not free for you to take. I am a druid. Druids can't know physic love”
His eyes suddenly burned with anger.
“I have just ended the tribe of Trucia for you and your folk, and you want to refuse me your body?”
I wanted him.
He didn't have to know.
“I warn you Silverclaw, high elf of the tribe of Gandrel” I said without conviction “Touch me and you'll be cursed.
“I have been cursed the day I have met you Eledhwen Ciryatan” he uttered grabbing my hair. I moaned in pain.
“Tell me the truth little devil...you are pushing me...you want me...to beg you...”
It was true, I was the devil disguised in priest's clothes.
I wanted him. Since the day I had met him for the first time. I wanted him, even today after the terrible things I had seen.
“Take me Keth. Take my body, take my soul...make of it what you want, let's be cursed together...”
I opened my arms, presenting myself to him like an offer.
He laughed out loud and outside the manor his wolf howled in response to the sound of his laughter.
Keth took me in his arms, like I would be his bride and stepped still fully clothed into the pool. Holding me with one arm he used his other hand to unfasten the belt holding his sword and he let it fall gently outside the pool.
I opened his black jacket his golden buttons were decorated with miniatures showing scenes of the ancient war.
Under the jacket he was wearing a black linen blouse; the black of the fabric made a sharp contrast with the shining ivory of his skin.
He made me seat into the water. The strong smell of flowers surrounded me melting the sensations, the lust, the impatience.
He undressed himself and he came kneeling in front of me.
His eyes were now shining of a new light, deep cruel eyes of a wolf ready to assault his victim.
I was charmed.
“You are so beautiful Keth...a druid is not used to such a luxurious beauty we leave in simplicity, we are simple people...”
He didn't reply. He didn't change his expression. He seemed to be studying my body. Then he suddenly grabbed my shoulder and pressing his lips on my neck he sucked my skin shortly moving his tongue like he was trying to decide how I tasted.
I could smell the scent of forest and jasmine in his hair.
His kisses became more and more audacious. He seemed to be increasing his self confidence at each new kiss. He became impatient, his hands moved between my legs.
I was hard and his hands felt like ice on my erection.
Then his mouth came, hot and soft.
“Keth, I am lost...I thought I knew all but now I am lost...”
“it's because I have lied to you” he replied to me without taking away his mouth from me “it's because we lied to ourselves. We are not meant to be warriors, we are not meant to be wisemen...we are meant to be lovers...”
I felt he had kept love in himself for too long, I felt his loneliness, his rage, his passion.
His breath surrounded my flesh, while his hands grabbed my sides. He was hurting me but the pain melted into pleasure when he entered me, without warning, without mercy.
I had never known physical love – not with a woman, nor with a man.
The narrations of the druids talked about it, of how men lose their reason for love and of how love makes you waste your energy for the sake of physical fulfillment.
In the long austere years as a druid I had learned to respect the silence. No sound came out of my mouth even when he pushed hard, faster, growling like a wild wolf.
I liked to see him losing control. I liked his expression, showing rage and lust.
He suddenly slowed his pace.
“I want you to come with me. Touch yourself...I am near.”
he ordered.
I got hold of my pulsing flesh, and I began stroking it fast. He licked my neck, biting when due to the tension of pleasured I suddenly throbbed.
“Eledhwen if you don't move it'll be too late, I won't last much longer...” he said an enduring expression on his face.
The sound of his voice, liquid silver, excited me so much I reached the point of no return.
“Keth I am coming...”
I said, my voice trembling.
He pushed it all into me, whispering into my ear words of love in the elfish old idiom.
He promised to protect me forever.
“I'll be your knight, son of the moon. I will protect you until the last breath of life will leave my body. This is written in the stars”
I was now property of a high elf, a male, like me.
I had now learned the meaning of the word falling, I had lost my virginity and my soul, I could not go back in time any more and I didn't even want it.
Since the day I had met Keth, a few years before, I had been fascinated by his person, the mystery and the strength surrounding him. There was no way I could escape to his charm.
He had come to the village to meet the Wiseman, the oldest of the druids, at that time I was in the order only since a few days.
When he arrived, the big wolf at his side, I was walking among the houses enjoying the warmth of the summer.
“You druid!” he told me with a harsh unpleasant tone “bring me to the Wiseman!”
I frowned
“Who are you, white elf, to think you can give me an order?”
he raised his eyebrows.
“You are in front of the leaders of Gandrel, human! Is this enough as an answer?”
“It is” I replied “but now you can look for the Wiseman yourself.
I turned my back at him, but I felt his hand clenching around my arm, his face suddenly so close to mine, that I could smell him, the strong scent of jasmine and forest.
“Don't mess with me druid! I could suddenly forget the treaty...”
I swallowed soundly, still frowning
“I am not scared of you elf.” I bluffed.
His wolf growled and it sounded like a laughter.
Keth smirked
“You have courage druid” he let my arm go “Come Cyrrus” he said talking to his wolf “we'll go look for the Wiseman since the brat won't cooperate”
Since that day he dropped by the village very often, for a reason or another. Sometimes he jumped out of the bushes when I was walking in the forest, talking to me with his arrogant tone.
With the passing of time we became close. There were not a lot of words between us, but a silent link existing beyond us.
The day the dark elves attacked the village, Keth, leader of the tribe of Gandrel had come to save us. The hatred between light and dark elves had existed for ages, but there was a treaty forbidding them both to attack humans. That treaty has been made to preserve the name of the elfish race.
At the beginning I thought that was the reason pushing Keth to save us, in the rage of the battle though Keth came to look for me, killing every creature who came between us, and when he found me he took me away with him.
His wolf opened us the way to the dark manor, and the rest of the story...well, it's what I just told you.
Concerning me, I didn't become a druid because I had heard the call. I did it for the knowledge. I wanted to know the secret of alchemy, the power of herbs and the secrets of poisons.
I had never been ready to lose the privilege of being a druid, not for power, not for love.
Not until that moment.
Keth climaxed, biting his under lip, his eyes closed, pearls of sweat shining on his forehead, his hair like a black crown.
I was excited, tired, happy, scared.
“What am I supposed to do now Keth?” I told him when he came to rest his head on my chest.
“You are mine now” he replied.
I smiled, unable to oppose him.
“You'll be at my side” he continued “I'll do all for you...you don't believe it?” he turned his head and looked right into my eyes. In the depth of his green iris I saw my past, full of bad memories, filled with sorrow and rare joyful moments, I felt sensations I could barely remember.
In his eyes I saw the future, full of mystery and secrets, full of strength and courage, of battles and peaceful moments.
In his eyes I saw our bodies entangled in a dance of love, our lips touching, our tongues looking for each other.
All my questions faded in the image of him.
For the first time that day I felt safe.
For the first time in my life I understood the meaning of the word happiness.
“I belong to you, Keth Silverclaw” I told him a second before his lips reached mines.
The wolves outside the manor were howling at the crimson moon filling a black sky, they were welcoming our new life and the beginning of our future.
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note of the author: don't think it's easy to forget I had given my heart to an illusion. It seems that not freaking out about it, made of me a worthless simpleton. I still believe in all the nonsense. I am a conscious son of a bitch.
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