Chapter Fourteen
“Do you believe me?”
There was a brief moment of hesitation, but she nodded again and Eskil felt a sense of relief rush over him. He kissed her, his lips trapping hers while his tongue gently twirled circles around hers. By the Gods, he didn't know he could feel this good to have her believe him. He felt her hands rest on his shoulders, her smooth nails digging into his skin when he pushed his groin against hers. He felt her stiffen again, and he opened his eyes to look at her.
The animal inside him was going berserk, he wanted to take her fast and hard. He wanted to be buried to the hilt inside of her, to make her cry out with countless orgasms. Thanking the Gods for his opportunity to learn how to fuck like a mortal: an animalistic mortal. His cock was pulsing against her belly, and he resisted the urge to take her this very moment.
He kissed the tip of her nose, “What else is wrong, tell me.”
She brushed her thumb against her nose, “I'm scared.”
Eskil chuckled, still not completely understanding her fear. “My Libelle, my beloved she-elf.” He kissed her lips again. “I will not do anything to hurt you, please believe me. I will… make sure you are ready for me.”
He knew her body was ready for him, her sex was soaking and clenching down onto his fingers as he teased her. But her mind was not, she feared him and this situation. She feared what he told her, but she was putting her trust in him to not harm her and he would not betray that trust. Eskil slowly lowered himself down, moving his knees against the soil to trail painful nips followed by warm kisses that took the sting away down her body. He paused to savor each breast, licking his way down to her navel, and then down to the part he wanted to taste the most.
Libelle’s back arched and she whimpered out a cry when his tongue found her core, twisting circles about inside her tight sex and lapping at her delectable juices. He knew she was close to an orgasm, her first one with a very long night ahead of her. His fingers followed his tongue and he switched between licking her sensitive clit and sucking on it. The hard nub was hot, and each pinch of pleasure he gave it made her twitch. She was covering her mouth, muffling the moans he was causing. Reaching up he pulled her arm down, pulling her hand from her mouth in time for her to cry out when his snake-like tongue flicked against her clit and his fingers grinding over her sweet spot.
He moved his fingers back and forth over that spot while his tongue twisted around her clit, still holding her wrist and enjoying the sensation of her free hand twisting its fingers into his hair and scraping his scalp. Her legs spread more, and he felt her buck her hips against his mouth. He sucked on her harder, she gasped and cried out his name.
Eskil never took his gaze off her, her back was arched and her breasts bouncing with each buck of her hips. He released her other hand and her nails dug into his hair, twisting around his horn. She gasped again, his name purred from her lips. That sound was intoxicating, he wanted to hear more of it. His fingers dug into her more, the pace quickening and the sound of her pants increased. Her sex spasmed before constricting around his fingers, a sudden wave of sweet juices gushed from her and she stifled her scream. Her orgasm came fast and hard, her body quivering and twitching with each wave of pleasure that rushed to her tight tunnel. Eskil licked, sucking at her nub and the liquid that had rushed from her.
She let out a sated sigh, the grip she had in his hair loosening. He smiled to himself when he watched her bosom rise and fall with each deep breath, her eyes closed as she let the waves of pleasure pass through her. He pulled his fingers from her, the sticky juices covering his hand; he watched as her eyes slowly opened and smiled again when she turned bright red at the sight of him slurping her off of his fingers. He licked each finger clean, and bent down over her to capture her lips in another hot and steamy kiss.
“Libelle,” He purred out, positioning his hips between her open thighs. The head of his cock pressing against her hot entrance, it would be a tight fit he thought. Libelle’s hooded gaze met his, her expression dazed and still feeling waves of pleasure after her intense orgasm.
“My lifemate.”
Eskil thrust his hips forward, shoving his thick cock into her tight sex. A split second of resistance slowed him, but he pushed himself deeper and deeper into her until he heard her cry out: one not of pleasure but of pain. An instant later he groaned and lowered his head to her chest, a current of painful static wracked his body and threatened to force him to collapse. He breathed through the pain until it faded enough that he was able to raise his gaze to hers, her eyes were clenched shut and he was struck with confusion.
“Libelle?” Eskil spoke her name with concern.
He heard her take in another sharp breath when he pushed his cock further inside of her, she was so tight around him and she hadn't taken all of him yet. She didn't speak to him but focused on breathing so Eskil didn't push further in her, despite all the urges and cravings that told him to take her like the animal he was. The smell of iron stung his nose, and he looked down to where the smell was emerging from. He pulled his throbbing member from her tight tunnel, and saw blood mixed in with her juices.
His confusion vanished. “You were a…”
She nodded, parting her eyes to look at him. Eskil stared down at her and felt his heart grow and his member swell, she winced and adjusted herself uncomfortably beneath him. He felt a surge of pride rush over him, he felt possessive, and he felt joy. He was her first, his lifemate was a virgin; no other male had ever taken her before. She was completely and utterly his.
Eskil’s chest puffed, and a smile spread across his face. Mine. He thought. He watched as she began to relax beneath him, the pain subsiding and the feeling of him stretching her began to feel a bit more pleasant. She raised a brow at him, questioning his smile when he leaned down to kiss her again.
Her plump lips parted when he pushed himself further inside her, “A-are you… is it all the way in?”
Her cheeks were flush even in the moonlight, and her blue eyes were half closed. Eskil shook his head, “Not quite.”
He inched himself deeper again, just an inch and watched her eyes widen. She gave him a questioning glance again and he shook his head, “Not yet.”
He slid forward, again just giving her a small amount of him. He was almost there, but he wouldn't be satisfied until he was buried in her up to his hilt. He moved forward again, a frustrated moan escaping both their lips. His eyes locked with hers when he caved to the animalistic part of him and forced the rest of the way into her.
A hot growl started in his throat as he nestled himself between her legs, buried deep into her tight sex all the way to the base of his shaft. She felt like heaven, squeezing him so tightly: she was constricting around him and he couldn't ask for anything better. How he wished he could go back in time, to meet her under different circumstances. To hold her then, and not have to wait until now.
He paused while his mind raced in different directions, and the realization struck him. Perhaps the Gods were not as cruel as he originally thought, and perhaps Loki was not being all that vindictive. If he had discovered Libelle was his lifemate the first time they met, he would not have been able to do this with her. He would not have been able to fully be her mate, because he never would have been able to mate with her. Dragons mate for the purpose of procreating for their species, rarely do they mate for pleasure. Dragons rarely took pleasure in mating because it was such a difficult task, the females were always so temperamental and violent during the act. Males could find pleasure, but the females, heh that's a comical thought.
Eskil growled out another moan, he felt wonderful. The feeling of being buried inside of his lifemate made him see stars, he could die happy he thought. Yes, perhaps it was meant to be that he waited such a long time to discover she was his lifemate. He hated his mortal form, but he was discovering how wonderful it was to be in this form. He could hold her, kiss her, and fuck her.
Eskil pulled out half way before thrusting deep into her again with another moan, slowly pulling out again and rushing back inside her. Her slick juices squelching around him with each slow thrust of his cock. He arched his back so he could suckle her breast, massaging the other with his hand and forcing a lovely sound from Libelle. She purred, her eyes closed and the edges of her lips curled into a smile as he slowly took her to the skies. She was finding pleasure in this now, the pain gone from her body and mind.
Her hands ran through his hair, tracing his horns up to the point and back down to tangle in his black locks. Her nails lightly grazed his scalp, the sensation sending a shiver up his spine. He was struggling to move so slow, he wanted to take her hard but he didn't want to scare her further. Eskil nipped her collarbone, tracing her scar with his tongue and he felt her shiver next. He felt her hands travel down his back, gritting his teeth when he felt her nails dig into his skin and rake his back in unison with his thrust.
His eyes locked with hers, his lifemate was meant for him; born to be his and to be claimed by him. He pushed his hips back towards hers again, this time harder and he saw a spark in her eye. He pulled out, thrust in, repeated the motions and each time they grew faster, harder, more demanding and needy. He stretched her tight muscles, each thrust pushing deep into her and threatening to enter her womb.
She cried out when he pounded into her, the sound filled with pleasure versus the painful cry she emitted earlier. Her nails dug into his shoulders again, her back arched even more and her knees raised up against his sides. Eskil took advantage of her new position, putting his hands under her knees and pushing forward while continuing the thrust into her hard.
Her knees came up towards her chest, her bottom rising from the ground as Eskil dug his fingertips into her thighs. His back arched as he buried himself even deeper into her, his cock finding all the right places in her spasming sex. She cried out again, the sensations he was giving her was too much to bear.
“Come for me.” Eskil said in a husky voice, his muscles taut across his entire body while he rode her like a beast. His muscular abdomen was constricted, each muscle flexing and gifting her with the sight of his well-defined body. His chest twitched and his biceps tightened as he growled and pounded into her even harder.
Despite the initial pain, everything Eskil was doing felt so good and so right. He stretched her aching sex, and it wasn't the least bit painful. His thick girth pushed deep into her, sending waves of pleasure to every nerve ending in her body. No other would ever be able to pleasure her like he was, his body was made for her. He fit perfectly. She felt the tension build in her lower abdomen, sparks traveling further down into her loins and she grabbed onto his forearms.
He pounded into her harder again, each stroke long and deep. The sound of their bodies slapping together echoed in her ears, the look in his eyes burned her to her core.
“My beloved. Come, come for me.”
Eskil growled and gritted his teeth when he felt her sex spasm around his cock, threatening to squeeze him so tight that he could have been forced from her. Libelle gasped and cried out his name, her vision becoming hazy as her climax rushed through her. Her sex clenched down around Eskil and she felt his thick member even better as his pace quickened, his hilt slamming against her clit and his full sack smacking her buttocks.
She felt like she was going to faint, her body was exhausted and she felt drained but completely satisfied. Her sex was tight, her nerves were on fire, and she couldn't take anymore. Eskil released her legs, moving them further apart until the sides of her knees almost touched the soil. He bent forward, his breath teasing the nape of her neck as he continued to thrust his swollen member into her. Her arms wrapped under him across his back, her nails digging into his skin again, sure to leave red marks.
She moaned out against his ear when he roared, his lips curling over his teeth and his golden eyes glowing. Eskil's motions paused when he buried his cock deep into her, spilling his hot seed into her. His whole body twitched as each wave of orgasm pulsed out of him and into her, he was so pent up, he felt the thick liquid ooze from his exhausted sack. Her juices and his cum mixed together and slowly followed his cock as he pulled out of her.
He stared down into her brilliant eyes, kissing her lips tenderly. “Libelle.” He murmured. “My beloved. My little elf.”
She looked like she was exhausted and ready to faint, her eyes half closed and her body relaxed after her climaxes. She felt wonderful in his arms, so perfect. She was made just for him. Eskil sat up, resting on his heels to stare down at Libelle who comfortably lay exposed to him. She had love bites across each breast and on her neck, several even trailed down her belly and to her thighs. He looked between them at his still raging cock, and her delectable and soaking sex.
He ran his fingers between her wet lips and she moaned, the sound exhausted but still desirable. He wanted to continue, but his lifemate needed rest. His fingers caressed her aching sex again, sliding in her like silk. Her eyes opened and he saw that same hot spark return to her eyes, the icy blues were spiraling with shades of turquoise and lavender.
He smiled. My lifemate. Eskil rested further on his heels, then lifted Libelle up from the ground, placing her hands on his shoulders and wrapping her legs around his waist. He positioned himself at her entrance, his member fully ready and not even at half-mast. Her eyes locked with his, searching his expression for his thoughts. He felt their mixed juices leak from between her lips, and slide down his cock. He watched her watch him, waiting to see what she would do next; and she surprised him by lowering her lips to his and capturing him in a tender kiss. He wrapped one hand around her waist, the other behind her neck as he slipped his tongue into her mouth.
“Eskil.” She purred, her gaze seductive despite the words she wanted to find would not pass her lips. He read her expression and her thoughts, slamming her down and raising his hips at the same time to thrust himself into her, all the way to her core. She gasped out as he relentlessly took her, and she couldn't help but focus her attention on him.
He didn't say anything to her, but held her gaze with his as he bounced her off and onto his cock. The sound of his hard rod squelching in and out of her quickened and she felt the same intimidating feeling building up tension in her belly. He was taking her hard, like the beast he was. He was dominating and fierce, he was showing her how desperately he wanted her.
Libelle’s head fell back as she felt a gush of fluid explode from her with an unbearable feeling of desire, her climax was strong but it did nothing to sate the hunger within her. She wanted more, she wanted Eskil. She tightened her legs around his waist and both his hands dug into her buttocks, he still held her gaze with his fiery eyes. His teeth were clenched together, and he was so focused on her pleasure. On the feeling of her tightening around him, her body reacting to him like a strong chemical reaction. She gasped again, her sex reaching the point that each one of his deep thrusts made a short gasp break through her lips.
She felt so close again, her voice betraying her will. “Eskil,” She begged. “-please, please I am so close. It feels too good, I am going to explode.”
She heard him chuckle, and his cock pummeled into her again even harder. Then stopped. She hissed in protest, nipping his neck and groaning when he pulled out of her. He untwisted her legs around his waist and pushed her off of him, letting her drop back onto the ground before he grabbed her hips and spun her around.
She pushed up onto her hands and knees, looking over her shoulder at him confused. Her confusion was met with lust when he slammed himself back into her, reaching the entrance to her womb. He pushed all the way into her, slowly withdrawing until just the head of his cock teased her entrance before he pushed himself back into her.
Eskil’s hands grabbed onto her hips, his back arched and his head rolled back as he slammed into her harder and faster. His cock felt wonderful in her slick tunnel, and taking her from behind was exciting them both even more. He rubbed a hand down her spine, pushing her head towards the ground and her arms buckled under the force. Her fingers dug into the grass, her back curved as she lifted her waist higher into the air when Eskil thrusted into her with a beast-like force.
Libelle whimpered, “Eskil, please! I’m not going to make it!”
“Wait. Wait for me.”
“I-I can’t, please.”
His fingers dug into her hips with more force, “Wait for me. You will wait for me.”
She bit her lip, closing her eyes and trying to fight the sensation of her body wanting to crumble apart. “Please.” She begged, she wanted to climax but she wanted to obey him. She heard him growl and his pace quickened again, each hard slam into her was exquisite. She felt her body tense even more and her tunnel began constricting around him and another growl rumbled from his throat. She begged again, calling his name.
“Not yet.”
“Please, please Eskil I can't hold out any longer.” Her lusty voice broke in a whimper.
Eskil pulled her arms, bringing her back up from the ground and arching her spine so he could turn her head towards him and capture her parted lips in a hot kiss. Her eyes squeezed shut, she moaned in his mouth when her sex spasmed and tightened around his cock; and his lips never left hers as he groaned with his climax, spilling his seed into her once again.
They both were panting, their hearts pounding in their chests and beads of sweat rolling down their backs. Eskil held her around her waist, her head resting on his shoulder as his stiff rod continued to pulse waves of seed into her. He nuzzled her cheek, groaning as his member slowly lost its rigidity and slid out from her fantastic sex.
Eskil rested back on his heels once again, letting Libelle fall back against him. He had exhausted his lifemate, and she was already slipping into a peaceful sleep in his arms. He brushed a stray hair from her face as she fought to keep her eyes open; a battle she was going to lose soon.
Eskil kissed her temple, “Lifemate, my beloved. My little elf. Go to sleep.”
Protectively, Eskil wrapped his arms around her as she curled up between his legs. Her head fell back against his chest as she listened to his pounding heartbeat. Her heavy eyes slowly closed, her breathing slowed: and she was asleep. Eskil gently kissed the top of her head, a faint smile on his lips. Everything, nothing could have been any more perfect than they were right now.
Chapter Fifteen
It was early dusk, the sun just beginning to set over the tree line. Libelle and Eskil had spent the day together, enjoying their lovemaking and finding out about each other’s sweet spots. She had fought to maintain a serious conversation with him, each time their conversation seemed to go the way she desired it to: he was able to twist it and take advantage of her. Each attempt proved futile, and now here, standing in her personal stables: they argued.
She was hiding her frustrated expression from him while his gentle hands caressed her waist. His kisses burning her skin with passion along her neck, his erect member rubbing against her leg. He purred like a beast, his expression steamy as his perverted intentions become clearer with each passing second.
“Eskil, I’ve explained this to you.” She sighed.
He chuckled, “You haven't explained anything to me.”
“I’ve been trying to! Every time you, you do this! I’m serious! We can't be exposed yet.”
His kisses traced to her collarbone, his hands clasping her breasts and his fingers grazing her sensitive nipples. “I don't understand why, my little elf. My lifemate.”
She fought back a moan, pushing Eskil away from her when the horses began to shuffle about impatiently. “Please listen to me Eskil. No one is going to be very accepting of this, it could all end very badly if we are caught. We must be careful to not do this where we could be found. You can’t be, we can't touch each other like this.”
“You’re my lifemate, I can touch you whenever I please, wherever I desire.” His eyes narrowed with his furrowed brow. He was not going to listen, was he?
This time she pushed him harder while panting from the arousal he was causing her. “No! Listen to me Eskil. You will not touch me if someone could see us, understand? That means no touching, kisses, or other things.” Her blush increased. “You are going to be viewed as Eskil the death-bringer for a long time, and if it suddenly reaches the public's ear that you and I, are… I fear that you or I, both of us could be sent to the guillotines. Please, let's take this slowly. We must hide our relationship from others, we have to pretend that we are still enemies.”
“I will not hide the fact that you're my lifemate, Libelle. I am not ashamed of that, are you?”
She flinched like he had struck her, “No, no I am not ashamed. I just, I just don't want anything bad to happen.”
His anger was rising, he forced a sigh to clear his head. “Only in public? But here, here I am fine to touch you?”
His hand reached out and his fingers gently brushed over her cheek, she looked down at her feet sheepishly. “Uhm, well about that.”
Eskil snapped, his lip curling with his words. “Are you kidding me!? Seriously? Here too? Why?”
“My servant, Gaalin. He lives here, he tends to the livestock and gardens for me.”
His brow raised, “Gaalin? That black skinned bastard?”
She nodded.
Eskil’s hands shot into the air before tangling into his hair, “You were living with that bastard?! Unacceptable! You are to remove him from your home immediately.”
She jumped, raising her hands up in the air in defense. “Eskil, I cannot just suddenly do that.”
“You will.”
“I can’t, I’m sorry.”
“You care for him?”
“It’s not like that, you know that.”
He sighed again, “You’re not going to give this up are you?”
She shook her head.
“I knew it. Alright. Fine, what do I need to do?”
Libelle exhaled slowly in relief, lowering her hands to her sides. “You and I cannot act so familiar with one another. In front of others, we need to act like we used to. The dragon slayer and the dragon prince, enemies: we hate each other.”
“We are not enemies though. I will not treat you like before.”
“I'm just asking you to act! Please, I would prefer it to not have to be like this but, I don't want to lose you.”
Eskil saw her blush increased again, however possible that was. She looked so sincere, so timid, and so sexy. “So, I just have to act like a cruel bastard when others are around. Simple enough. However, if there is no one around: I can touch you as much as I like?”
He had a wicked smile on his lips, and as if her nod was some sort of permission he lifted her up in his arms and carried her towards the back of the stable. She squeaked in surprise, stifling her giggle as she batted at his arms. He set her down in a pile of loose straw, his smile fiendish.
“No one is here, so I can do as I please?”
Libelle’s eyes widened, “No! I, I didn't mean it that way! Eskil, wait! I’m not going to be able to walk straight!”
Standing outside the large oak door, Libelle fought to replace her hot and embarrassed expression with her stoic expression that Gaalin would be unable to read. Eskil stood beside her with a sated smile on his face, pleased that once again he had satisfied both their needs. By the Gods this man, this beast is difficult. She groaned, inhaling and exhaling slowly to return to her cold state.
She needed to be her usual self, she needed to calm down, she needed to…
She turned on her heel, batting away Eskil’s hand that was caressing her backside.
“You-!”
“My lady Libelle?”
Wide eyed, Libelle turned to see Gaalin standing in the now open doorway. She inhaled sharply, stomping her heel on Eskil’s unsuspecting toes before pushing her way past Gaalin, walking into the warmth of her home. He was naked, a single towel wrapped around his waist; exposing his muscular body, how was she to contain Eskil now? She dropped her packs on the floor while Gaalin stared puzzled at the horned man who stood in the doorway cursing.
“My lord, who is th-”
“Fetch me hot water for a bath Gaalin, I feel like relaxing before I retire for the evening.” She said calmly, keeping her face away from both the men until she could reduce the blush on her cheeks.
“Of course, but might I ask who this is?”
“A guest. He will be staying with us from now on.”
The black skinned elf stood up straight, his reddish eyes widened as he pointed at Eskil. “Guest? My lord, you’ve been gone for weeks and you suddenly return, unannounced: with a man?”
Gaalin was incredibly perplexed. He had not heard from Libelle since the encounter with the copper scaled dragon in Edinburgh. She suddenly just left, never sending any word to him about her location or her plans. He never knew if she was alright, if she was trapped and injured somewhere: or worse.
However, here she stood before him in tattered clothing and an uneasy expression. For the first time ever, she had brought a man home with her. She had never done such an indecent thing before! Why she chose to bring this man home, was beyond his comprehension. The man had a foul aura around him, he looked demonic and like he was up to nothing but evil.
He pulled his long silver strands from his shoulder and flicked the hair to his back, then glared daggers at Eskil who was struggling to hide his mischievous smile. The dark elf was baffled by his presence, and he could tell how much discomfort it was causing him. Eskil enjoyed that, he caused this man uneasiness, good.
How dare he be present in front of his lifemate half nude, as if he were expecting something from her?
“My lord!” Gaalin tried to block him from entering the house, but his efforts were in vain. Eskil walked into his new home, picking up miscellaneous artifacts and analyzing them while Libelle still remained standing in the center of the room with her head in her hands. He looked around the spacious entry way, wandering further into the home. Past another double doorway, he walked into what he assumed was a dining area. A large wooden table was in the center of the room, baskets of fresh produce all over it.
Libelle watched Eskil wander the entryway to the dining hall, before he turned and walked into her well stocked kitchen.
“Gaalin, water for my bath. Now.”
Gaalin scowled, his brow furrowing and his minor wrinkles becoming more apparent with his anger. What was going on? He wondered, what are you hiding lord?
“I cannot accept an unknown man into your home, my lord. Who is he?”
“Gaalin, I do not want to discuss this right now.” She watched as Eskil returned from her kitchen, he had found salted beef and was gnawing at the chunk of meat. He walked up to her, offering her a piece that she refused. He scowled at her as she glared back at him.
“My lord, I insist. He doesn’t look trustworthy. Who is he?”
She wanted to scream in frustration, Eskil was enjoying this far too much. He had a slight grin on his face as he remained purposely close to Libelle to frustrate her possessive retainer.
“Gaalin, if you must know, this is Eskil.” She sighed, pointing at Eskil.
The dark elves expression went from frustrated to confused as he looked Eskil up and down. He crossed his arms, narrowed his eyes and processed her words. Slowly realization struck him and his eyes began to widen, his jaw dropping.
“Eskil?” He barked in disbelief.
“Thee Eskil? The dragon prince? The shadow of death that brings terror and corruption”
How the list could go on and on, he could not believe that this beastly man was the dragon whom his lord had hunted for years.
Eskil swallowed his salted beef, and then chuckled. He spoke sarcastically while glaring at Gaalin with the darkest expression he could muster. “The one and only.”
Gaalin couldn't contain his surprise. “What?!”
Eskil laughed demonically. “Pathetic mortal, did you not understand my words?”
The man’s eyes widened further, suddenly stumbling forward and reaching for Libelle. He twisted his fist in the collar of her shirt and jerked her backwards against his chest. He pulled a dagger from her belt, pointed it towards Eskil.
“Stay back!” He snapped.
Eskil’s own eyes widened in surprise, then they narrowed as he felt rage begin to seethe from him.
“You will not touch her, let her go.”
Gaalin felt fear rise in him, how could his lord bring such a creature into her home willingly? The vile beast must have corrupted her somehow, he must have forced her.
“Wait,” He said. “Why does he look like a man?”
Eskil’s rumbling growl shook the floorboards, he took a step towards the grey skinned male who had his arm protectively wrapped around Libelle’s waist. She rolled her eyes, staring at Eskil as if she were simply bored.
The grey skin had his hands on his lifemate, and it enraged him beyond his control. He would have his head for this. Eskil took another step towards them, Libelle’s dagger in Gaalin’s hand raised higher. The drow elf was actually terrified, if this man were really Eskil: he would be slaughtered in seconds.
Another throaty growl emitted from Eskil, another quake radiated through house. Dishes on the table rattled, and even the wooden beams groaned.
“Enough!” Libelle snapped.
Both men jumped, her eyes swirling with anger at them both. She twisted Gaalin’s wrists, forcing him to drop the dagger and release her waist. She slammed her elbow back, hitting him in his ribs and forcing him to step backwards while he coughed and gasped for air. She glared down at him, then spun around and stomped up to Eskil.
He smiled playfully at her, “My little she-elf, calm down.”
“Don’t you dare tell me to calm down.”
“Don’t be angry.”
She bit her lip, rightfully she should smack him just as hard as she did Gaalin; yet knowing how deeply his emotions had developed for her over such a short period of time, and she would feel guilty striking him. She sighed, closing her eyes and shaking her head. She walked passed Eskil and through the dining area, pausing at the steps before turning to speak over her shoulder.
“Gaalin. Water for my bath please.”
She then turned and walked up the stairs, disappearing into the dark of the second floor.
He spoke past his grunts of pain, “Right away lord.”