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Laying back in dozy comfort, Anders ruffled Random's hair. "So are we done?" he asked. No complaints if we are, I am quite replete, but I thought there was more to your nefarious plan. I must say, I had no idea that I could feel so, uh, satisfied, without, you know?"
He could feel Random's soft laughter against his chest. "No you are not done, my friend, unless you wish to be. But if you will indulge me, yes, there is yet one more chapter in my, as you so colorfully say, nefarious plan."
Wiggling to the side of the bed, Random stood and looked about the room. He nodded, then looked back at Anders, lying indolently and gloriously among the scattered bedclothes.
Satisfied with his survey, Random said, "You are, as I said, a virgin. And a lover of women. I don't think, tonight at least, you should be… entered."
Shaking himself Anders sat up. Of course… stupid of him, but he hadn't thought this far, hadn't thought that maybe it would result in him being, having, done to him. He shook his head vigorously, his eyes wide.
Laughing again, Random reassured him, "No worries my friend. I require nothing of you that you don't wish to freely give. I'm not sure you would have gotten that anyway, not tonight, not even if you had asked. It is still my plan, so I will choose what is done. But do tell me, with your women, you have entered them from, uh, behind."
Joining in the laughter, more from relief than humor, Anders said, "Yes, those few who would permit it. I always found it, well, exotic and… different."
Smiling, Random said, "Good, good, then the act itself doesn't put you off. That will make things… better. But you are very large. No, no false modesty, you are. And I am not. This is not a problem, but it requires certain logistics if we are both to enjoy the experience to the fullest, so up with you, you lazy thing. I have done all of the work so far, now I require your help, for manly pursuits like moving furniture."
As Random directed him, Anders wondered if this ease of command was something the elf has been born with or something he's picked up along the way. Well, no matter, it seemed that Anders was his to do with as he will, to a greater degree that he would have conceded when he drank the tainted blood.
"Stand next to that small cabinet with the drawers, please," Random said, pointing. "Yes, that will do nicely. It's good that these tavern rooms are so surprisingly well furnished." Anders thought of his own bare room, no doubt stripped to supply a small part of this opulence, but it seemed that he would benefit now. Ah well, no price too small or too large.
Random was giving orders again. "Move the cabinet away from and perpendicular to the wall please." Suddenly Anders was overtaken with the thought of two naked mean rearranging furniture at midnight in a disreputable tavern. He doubled over laughing, almost falling to the floor. He had been in some ridiculous situations in his various escape attempts, but nothing like this.
Smiling, laughing despite himself, Random said, "Yes, I know exactly what you are thinking, naked men moving furniture. Would you feel better about it if I allowed you to get dressed?"
"No, no," Anders gasped, "Just, just give me a minute and I'll be fine."
"Then give me a hand folding these bedclothes. I will need them for my comfort. Yes, like that, now this corner, yes, just right, now hold them like that and take them over to the cabinet. placing them down carefully.
Anders quipped, "I begin to see why we needed refreshment before this phase, and it has nothing to do with the sport to follow."
Distracted, Random only murmured, "Hummmm, yes. That cloth over all now, for aesthetics and because it is smooth and soft. Now this candle here. That one there. No, not there, over a bit. Let me see. Yes, that's fine. Another now, just here. Now those books, the large ones, two piles, at the narrow end, about this high. A bit further apart. Leave yourself a little room."
Anders had been joking earlier when he compared the seduction, was it even still a seduction?, to a military campaign, but now he was becoming totally bemused by these elaborate preparations. In his experience all he needed was "Bed, wench—wench, bed." Or a haystack, or soft grass, or even a wall to lean against would do. He wasn't picky, but apparently Random was. Very very picky.
Satisfied at last, Random turned to him and said, "Sit down. I want to talk." Talk? After all of this, he wants to talk? And he thought women were bad with all of their talk of feelings and relationships and other trivia. Talk?
"I know that it seems odd to talk now. But I want you to understand, what I am about to do, I do not do often or lightly. I have done it with two people before and with them it was a rare and… special… event. So I want you to know that it is special to me, not something that I do often, like the other pleasuring you have experienced tonight. Usually, in my relationships I am the one who enters, not the one who is… penetrated. I am sure knowing me as you do, you can understand this. There are other reasons too, reasons that I will not go into now."
Anders began, "If you don't want to…I told you that I was quite content…"
Shaking his head, Random said, "No. I want to very much. This was not… necessarily… how my plan ended. I could easily satisfy us both without… this. But I want it, tonight, with you. It will not change anything in the long run. My loyalty is still intact, but…it is what I want."
As Random looked up at him, Anders was startled to see tears standing is the corners of the elf's eyes. He seemed unashamed by them, wanting only understanding.
Making himself grave, Anders answered, "I understand, it is special, whatever we do next. Very special to you and I will treat it as such. I can't actually guarantee that I won't laugh or make a bad pun at some point, but, you know, that's just me."
Random nodded once, sharply, and said, "Laughter and jokes are fine. I will not think you the less sincere because of them. I only wanted you to know. We need not speak more of it. Now, are you ready? Oh, yes, I see that you are."
Walking over to the cabinet they had prepared Random hopped lithely up onto the two piles of books. Turning he said, "If you would help me here, by lifting me a bit. I do not wish to disarrange what we have so carefully arranged."
"So, I get to touch you at last?" Anders asked, smiling.
"From this moment forward you may touch me however you like, any way you like with anything you like. You have complete freedom of my body. So yes. Now lift if you please."
As he helped Random into position, Anders pondered those words. No one, certainly no woman, had ever given him such complete carte blanch. No one had ever trusted him this completely, with their body or anything else. It was a great deal of power to have suddenly bestowed on him.
Anders stepped back and looked at the elf displayed before him. Random's hands where clutching the corners of the cabinet, his head turned to the side, his expression serene.
Compared to the angelic upper part of his body, the elf's legs were splayed wide, his feet resting on the stacked books. He had managed to place his penis so that is was visible, and accessible, over the edge, peaking between his legs. Well, that certainly explained the padding for comfort, Anders thought wryly.
The carefully placed candles gilded the scene making something that could have seemed tawdry indescribably beautiful. The flickering light picked out red sparkles in Random's auburn hair and made his body glisten.
Random spoke, "There is some cream on the stand there that you will want. It will be cold at first and then warm."
Anders walked over and took a small alabaster jar from the stand, removing the cork firmly wedged in its neck. Strangely, he smelled the cream, surprised to find that it smelled of flowers and Spring meadows. It was oddly soft and very very slippery to the touch, the palest of yellows in color.
Taking the jar with him, he moved back to where Random waited. Scooping a large glob out with his fingers, he sat the jar on Random's back. It seemed an indignity, but for the life of him he couldn't figure out what else to do with it. A soft chuckle reassured him.
Slowly he began to massage himself with the lotion. Yes, cool, then warm. Very pleasant. Very civilized. It was all so slow, so easy, none of the frenzied activity that he associated with coupling. Just pleasure, endless, surprising, pleasure.
Having made himself ready, he took more of the cream and started to rub it on Random's buttocks. So different from a woman's soft roundness. Firm to the point of being hard, with two large dimples where the muscles where contracted on the side.
He was startled to hear Random say, "Be careful where you put that, my friend, or we will both end up on the floor. It's made for certain areas, and not for others. If things continue as I hope, you will need your grip and something to grip onto."
The ever practical Commander. Did it ever let up? But, of course, Random was right, if he made them both all over slippery things could get, well, difficult. Taking this hint, and a bit of lotion in one hand, he used the other to spread those oh so firm buttocks, widening the cleft where he would bury himself soon enough.
He was taken with doubt for a moment. The hole, the whole elf for that matter, looked so small, so vulnerable. Was this a thing he should be doing? As much as he wanted it (and he admitted to himself he wanted it now very very much), should he continue? He could just use his fingers, his mouth… but no, Random had said that he had been with humans before, but were they one of the two? Perhaps it was only elves who had done this, this particular thing.
"Yes," came from the pillow. "Yes, it is all right. It is good. I know what I am doing. Trust me in this thing. It will be fine."
The words were a catalyst. Anders took another dip from the jar and then worked his fingers carefully, gently but firmly, around the hole, widening it, making it possible for him to enter at all. Then, stepping forward he placed himself and thrust, and knew that his self control had crumbled. No matter what Random wanted, this was not going to, could not, last long.
One thrust, two and he was home. Random had only uttered a low moan, then began to purr: a pleasant "mmmmmmm" sound.
Anders was at the very limit of his control. He felt as if he were about to come apart. All that had happened to him earlier in the evening, all of the exquisite sensations, all of the careful ministrations, came back to him. He withdrew almost to the limit, then with a great war cry he mightily thrust home, grabbing Random above his hips and bringing his body to meet him. He felt as if he had shattered into a thousand pieces, a bright light skewering his very being, no harrowing had ever matched this, of that he was sure.
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