Hilo's Tower Tales 03: Sit for Me

She was raised in western Windmark on a tenant farm at the edge of the Orc Territories. It was a hard life, made harder still, as she was the youngest. Heather was the "surprise" child at the end of a line of six brothers. She was often told she was a waste, not even marriageable, as she was so plain. Her everyday was a struggle to prove her value as a person. She wasn't sure if he spoke in her ear or in her head, when Vosaer whispered, "They were wrong. So wrong, and you know it." Then he moaned and moved his hips. And she knew he spoke in her ear, because his breath was hot on her neck, "Mmm, harder. Squeeze it harder."

Even as his hand came around hers to show her hard he wanted it, he remained in her memories. He shared the pain she felt when her Power came to her. The crops were failing to drought, and she only wanted to help. Heather hadn't meant to flood the fields or the house, but when she did, she knew that her life was over. She ran until the Scepters found her and brought her to the Spire.

In the months she had been there, she learned she was not worthless. With control of her Powers, Heather had even saved lives. Perhaps she wasn't all that plain, either. She had been a virgin when she came to the tower, but she didn't stay that way for long. In the after-effects of their Power, the dark-elf, Taziel and his pale-elf roommate had spent three days with her. They took her again and again, and it was a memory she often turned to when she had to satisfy herself. When it came to the orgies they had, none of the others turned her away from sex.

Vosaer chuckled and said, "Mmm, the things they taught you, my naughty little lamb." Then he grabbed her hand, pulling it up to pin it by her head, as he rolled on top of her. Her eyes flew open, but it was no good. She couldn't see in the dark. She felt the tip of his cock press urgently at her opening. "Can I fuck you, my beauty? Can I cum inside your delicious little pussy?"

She didn't have to answer aloud, but she said, "Yes!" His crown spread her open and popped inside. As her muscles clutched his shaft, she crooned, "Oooh, yes!"

Vosaer took long deep strokes, moving slow until he worked her up again. With his extra heat, and his spirit melding with hers, it didn't take long. He picked her legs up and put her heels on his shoulders. He kept firm hold of her legs and pumped into her. Where he had been so gentle before, the rod that filled her up was now relentless. She couldn't see his face, but she could hear his moans, feel his fingers pressing into the softness of her legs, and that heated steel that drove her toward another climax.

There was a ragged sound to his voice when he gasped at her, "Cum! Cum for me!" He dropped his hand to her clit and pressed in hard. That pressure, with the friction inside, was what she needed. Heather cried out and wildly grabbed at his arms, but he was already moving. Without disengaging, he closed with her. He lifted her to get his hands behind her back and held her body tightly against his own.

His hips thrust fast and hard, and Heather slid her hand down to get a grip on his ass. He panted in her ear, "I need to cum. Dig your nails in, and bite my shoulder."

No one had ever asked her to do that before, and she didn't understand exactly what he wanted from her. She squeezed his buttock harder, and she tentatively opened her mouth to put her teeth on him. He moaned, "Ooh, come on, my lamb. Do it like you mean it."

She added more pressure and he gasped, "Yes, like that! Harder!"

Heather moved her mouth to his collar bone, and she bit hard enough to bruise. Apparently, that was what he wanted, for Vosaer cried out and thrust deep. His body stiffened around her and he clutched her tightly. At the same time, his cock pulsed inside and let loose a hot volley of cum. He stayed inside, still holding her, but he loosened his grip to a more comfortable position.

After a while, his cock relaxed and so did Vosaer. He rolled to his back, drawing her with him, so that she lay on his chest. She noticed their breath and their hearts were one as they lay in the dark together. His mind was no longer in hers, and she was surprised that she already missed his presence there. All the things she'd done, all the people she'd met and the friends she'd made, Heather was actually happy in the Spire. But there was still something missing. She wanted to feel connected to someone, to have a bond that made her feel like she truly belonged to another person.

So, she was going to say something stupid, because that's what she was good at. "Vosaer, do you have anyone? You know, like a girlfriend or something?" She tried to sound casual and failed miserably.

"I have a Mistress and a Master."

Heather didn't know what to make of that. Slavery was illegal in both civilized nations, and it was definitely not something that Mordas would tolerate within the tower walls. She sat up quickly as her imagination brought a vision of a horrible life for her new friend. But that didn't make any sense at all. Confused, she said, "I don't understand. Are these people that you work for? Or is it something else? Will they be upset with you for being with me?"

"Yes, I work for them. And I don't understand why you think they would be upset," and there he was in her head again. That time it was different. He was there and gone, as if he was searching for a definition and found it. "Oh! Oh, I see. Well, I'm not sure that's going to work."

Of course it wasn't going to work. She was an idiot. She didn't even know this Vosaer person, so what the Hells was she doing? And why did it hurt as much as it did? She just wanted him to leave, so she could start getting over it already, but the damn lights were still out. Then he asked, "Why are you angry? Didn't you enjoy the time we spent together?"

Heather could blow it off as a joke. Tell him she was only playing around, pretend not to be upset, and that would be the end of it. He'd been in her head, though, and there was nothing to say he couldn't do it again. There was no point in trying to lie. "Because I thought this was more than you did. I thought you liked me."

"I do like you. I wouldn't have bothered with you if I didn't."

"I have friends. I want someone who's more than that. I want... well, what I want is to be in love. I guess I thought I wanted that with you. I- I'm sorry."

Vosaer was quiet for so long, she wondered if he had fallen asleep. Then, very quietly, he said, "My house-name is Hilock." When she didn't say anything right away, he asked, "Are you familiar at all with ylf'nim politics?"

Heather was a peasant. To people like her, it never mattered what royal ass warmed what high seat. Her life was the same either way. And she was human, so, elf royals mattered even less. "No, I don't recognize your name. Am I supposed to?"

He laughed hard at that and said, "No, that's all right. And because you don't know it, I think I like you even more!" He laughed again, but she didn't get the joke. Still, the sound of it made her smile.

"I'm accused of doing a very bad thing in Ardyth'tol. A thing so bad the ylf'nim people think I need to die for it. I disagree. I came here for sanctuary at Mordas' mercy. I'm not supposed to let people know I'm here."

"So, you're a secret?"

"Ha! Yeah, I guess I am."

"I can keep secrets. But am I going to see you again?"

After another long silence, he sat up with her. He put his hand under her hair and caressed the back of her neck with his fingertips. Vosaer murmured in her ear, "Your need calls to one of my own, but there are things you're not ready for, my lamb." One of the candles lit, and the sudden brightness of it caught and held her eye. The flame danced as if caught in a light breeze, and every flicker shown a different color. He whispered, "Watch the light. Keep your eyes on the flame, and do not look away from it until I say."

Heather was mesmerized by the dancing light and by the tender stroke of fingers on her neck. In moments, she was only vaguely aware when the fingers departed, and he moved away from her. She wanted to look, but she could not turn away from the candle flame. He finished whatever he was doing quickly, and she felt him come up behind her again. His spell released her, and the flame returned to normal. Vosaer tucked her hair behind her ear, and she felt a feather trace her lobe and trail down her neck. He put his arm around her and pulled her against his chest as he presented a large, green feather.

"When you need me, put this in the wine cellar, and I'll find you when I can. That's the best I can do, and more than I should."

Heather took the feather and ran her fingers along the edge of it. Afraid that he was preparing to leave her, she asked, "Vosaer, will you stay with me until the lights come back on?"

The Aether lamps immediately came back on. They were dimmed, so that it didn't hurt her eyes when they relit. Vosaer said, "Aether power was returned five minutes ago, but you and I were enjoying the darkness." He got up and walked over to her desk. She was so stunned that she didn't even protest as he started going through the drawers.

He cried, "Aha!" and spun around with paper and pen in hand. Delighted with himself, Vosaer pointed to her bed, "Now, sit for me!" When she didn't snap to right away, he said, "We don't have all day, lamb! Sit! And be still!"

She sat in the middle of her bed, frowning at him, "I don't understand. What do you want?"

He frowned right back at her. "Of course you don't. I'm going to do your portrait. Now quit talking, and for Velith's sake, stop that damnable frowning!"

"Oh no, you don't want to paint me. I'm not pretty en-..."

"Shut up!" he snapped and she quickly closed her mouth. "You mortals are all the same. No idea how exquisitely beautiful you really are. When I'm through, I'll show you. You'll see you the way I see you, and then you'll know."

"Vosaer, would it really be so terrible if I was to fall in love with you?"

"Most likely." She didn't know how to respond to that. So, quiet and still, Heather sat for him.

In minutes, he was finished with his sketch. Then he glanced at her door and said, "My Master is looking for me. I have to go." With that, he jumped onto the bed with her and wrapped her in a hug. Vosaer caught her mouth in a kiss that ended too quickly.

He got up and headed for the door. 'Vosaer! Don't you need some pants?"

The strange, naked elf gave her a grin and a wink. He said, "Don't forget about my feather!" This caused Heather to look at the long green feather she still held in her hands. When she looked up, Vosaer Hilock was gone. She hadn't even heard him open the door.

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...Heather thinks I'm insane. She's probably right, I guess. In spite of that assessment, I'm finding my feather in the wine cellar more and more, lately. I've never had a "girlfriend" before, and I'm not sure I'm doing it right. I was just discussing it with Drax while I started his portrait, and... Oh. Oh, well, shit.

You know, looking around this room at the aftermath of Drax's temper, I'm beginning to think that his fit had nothing much to do with the painting. It could be I'm spending too much time with my little mortal. Do you think Drax could be... jealous? I should go talk to him, shouldn't I?

I have to go now. But maybe, if you come to see me again, you'll consider sitting for me?