Leon paced back and forth in his room unable to sleep. The brush with death he had while fighting the dragon kept playing in his mind. The acid spray winged him, but if it hadn’t he wouldn’t be here, pacing.
 And then they drew the cards. As if to try and tempt fate one more time, he and his companions decided to draw cards from that deck. While *Clank* and Arkhan had somewhat mixed results from multiple draws, the card Leon drew seemed to make him almost twice as strong in an instant. That new energy throbbed in Leon’s core. It needed release; at least more than he could get walking circles in his room like a madman.
his door opened silently, and Leon poked his head out into the dark. The hallway was dim and deserted. Perhaps Grakspur had taken a break from his eavesdropping after being caught and intimidated so by Arkhan. Pleased that no one would see him, Leon stepped out into the hallway and made toward the room of the enchanting elven woman from a few nights ago. First he tiptoed passed Arkhan’s room, unsure how aware how truly was in the strange sentinel mode. Then he passed Tennon’s room, freezing when he heard her mumbling to herself. A tense moment elapsed before Leon began to tiptoe again.
Finally the door he wanted loomed in front of him. Raising his hand to knock he paused, what would he even say? He couldn’t say any of the untoward things that hung in the back of his mind. Several minutes went by with Leon poised to knock on the door but failing each time he built up the nerve. Eventually, to his surprise (or more accurately horror), the knob turned in front of his eyes. Light spilled into the hallway; landing on the acid burns that marred his body and letting a warm glow slip out of the room.
An eye peeked through the crack briefly, and widened with recognition almost instantly. The door opened all the way and she stood before him, wearing a nightgown and hood.
“You, you’re the man that came to my door a few nights ago. Sir…?” She trailed off, realizing that they hadn’t actually exchanged names the last time they met.
“Leon.” He struggled to get around the breath that was caught in his throat.
“Sir Leon-“
“Just Leon, please.” He said, managing to get control of himself. He put a hand up to the door frame and leaned on it. She watched him, and blushed as if finally noticing he wasn’t wearing a shirt. The flustered look quickly changed to astonishment as her eyes settled on red spots that dotted the left half of his torso.
“Leon what’s happened to you?” She asked worriedly, putting a slender hand to one of the burns. He flinched and grunted. He took her hand and removed it from his injury.
“Would you believe we got into a fight with an acid spewing dragon that has been living in the bottom of the mine below the city?” He chuckled at the ridiculous sum of the day’s events. She did not seem entertained.
“I’d heard rumours about a dragon after the mine closed; but Leon, you’re clearly hurt! Shouldn’t someone be seeing to these injuries?” He paused.
“Normally I’d rest; one of the boons my faith grants me is the ability to heal faster than the average man. Although I admit I came rather close to ah… not making through the fight.” He unintentionally shivered at the memory of the acid eating through his armour and clinging to his skin, the feeling of the breath fleeing his body, the bloody bile that rose in the back of his throat. “Sleep is not coming as easily as I thought it would. I’d hoped that with your hobby you might have some freedom to talk and pass the time.”
“Please come then,” She took his hand and pulled him inside her room. “If you wish to pass the time with talk I don’t mind, but I won’t sit here with those grievous burns sitting untreated.” She motioned toward a smooth stone tub of water sitting next to a towel and mirror in the corner. “I’m going to the castle infirmary to see if there are any salves that might help those burns. Try to clean your… upper half as best you can.” The door closed quietly behind her leaving Leon alone in her room. He shuffled over to the tub and dipped his hand into the tub. The water was surprisingly cool and he took the opportunity to splash some on his face. He moved onto his body, wetting one half of the towel and gently scrubbing his burns and drying them. He grimaced as pain flashed through his chest but continued to diligently clean until he suddenly felt her hand on his again. Turning around, he noticed a jar in her hand.
“You managed to find something?” She nodded and pointed at the bed that sat on the far side of the room.
“Sit.” The command was punctuated with an audible pop coming from the jar.
“This is one of those ‘pain now relief later’ sort of medications. Isn’t it?” He asked idly as he sat on the bed.
“I’m afraid so.” She said apologetically. She walked around the other side of the bed and sat down next to him. He breathed in deeply and braced for the inevitable shock. The thick salve felt even colder than the water had. It reminded him of younger days spent chewing mint and drinking cool water in the Detached. The memory would have been pleasant if it wasn’t so painful. He sat rigidly as she diligently applied the salve to each of his burns.
“I must admit, I’ve been tending to my injuries through my faith for so long that I had forgotten how wonderful it can feel to have your wounds tended to…“ He paused as he found himself admiring her immaculate features as she focused on his chest area. She looked up at him, her face quite close to his. “Tended to by such a beautiful woman.” He finished. She blushed deeply and looked away. Leon himself felt a rush of blood in his cheeks as he stammered. “Forgive me that was inappropriate.” He stood up brusquely. “You’ve done a wonderful job with my injuries… and I’ve taken enough of your time for one evening.” He turned towards the door.
“No, Leon.” She stood up and put a hand on his shoulder, stopping him. “It’s not that. You just surprised me. Please don’t leave just yet; I haven’t finished applying the salve.” It was at that moment that a noise came from the far side of the room, quiet enough that perhaps only Leon heard. Leon turned towards her and sighed. He searched her eyes and fought to find the words to express himself.
“I can’t, I can’t lie to you.” She looked confused.
“Lie?”
“I came here for another reason. I felt like I needed to see you again. Last time I was here your beauty captivated me, much as I tried to play it off as not something I noticed.” After the first word the others came tumbling out, as if he was a boy again, pouring his secret feeling for a village girl out to her. She looked taken aback, but quickly regained her composure.
“I’ve yet to meet a human who can mask that kind of hunger, the kind I’ve seen in your eyes when you look at me.” Leon felt the blood drain from his face. He felt ill.
“Forgive me.” He said ashamedly and hung his head. “It is conduct unbecoming of me.” She put a hand on his chest and he looked up.
“If such looks were an unwelcome attention I would not have let you spend so long here the first time you visited.” Leon suddenly became aware of how close she was standing to him; though the only part of her that touched him was her hand, the rest of her was not far behind it. Her face was calm and her eyes carefully studied his reaction. Not sure what to make of the sudden turn, Leon suddenly became aware of a distant sound; a sound like a lone horn playing a soulful, lonely tune. Aware of the opportunity that stood close enough to him he could feel its breath on his lips, he smiled slightly.
“Perhaps you’d allow me to stay longer this night then.” He said quietly. On a whim he leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers. The doubtful voice in the back of his head expected her to push him away, or perhaps call for the guards, or for anyone who might hear. But any doubt lost to the swell of desire that swelled from deep inside him. The kiss was brief, but he pulled back. The blush had returned to her face, and her lips remained parted as if savoring the moment.
“Perhaps you could spend the whole night here?” The question ended with their lips meeting again. Leon placed a hand on her hip and with the other pulled her hood back. Long, gleaming blonde hair draped itself on her shoulders and down her back. Two pointed ears sprung out as if able to stretch after being confined for so long.
“Staying the night would be a dream.” He felt her pushing her body into his and reciprocated. Breathless moments passed as they held each other by the lips; hands exploring each other. He felt her hands trailing up and down his torso, exploring eagerly and hungrily but cautiously to not grab at his burns. Leon himself left his hand on her hip but allowed to the other to trail up and down her back, settling on her waist and pulled her even tighter toward him. He felt her breasts push against his chest and it sent electricity coursing through his entire frame. He pulled back, panting like he’d just sprinted all the way up from the mine. She stood across from him, breathing deeply. The time was not wasted as he could see her eyes hungrily exploring every exposed inch of him. If this was how he had been watching her previously he would’ve felt ashamed; but no feeling could overpower the lust that wracked his body in waves.
Somewhere in the distance the horn was playing, no longer lonely, but still soulful, still somehow amplifying the already intense emotions that hung in the air. Leon launched himself at her, grabbing at the top button of her gown. In turn he felt her grab the buckle of his belt. By the time he could feel it loosen he was already three buttons down, by the time he felt his pants pool at his feet he was pushing the gown off of her shoulders. As tempting as it was to step back and admire her, he pushed forward and went in for another kiss. This time tongues danced between their mouths while hot breath washed over in intense pants. His hand instinctively reached for her hip again but immediately slid upwards, groping one of her breasts. His thumb found her nipple, erect, and started massaging it; stopping to flick occasionally in a rhythm that came from an animal feeling stirring deep inside of him. His efforts were rewarded when he felt her breathing intensify, and he shivered as he felt her hand grasp his member. Her soft skin played a siren song on his flesh as pleasures that had been put out of his mind came hurtling back like a tidal wave. Not about to be outdone, Leon’s other hand traveled down from her chest. He felt her legs grinding together with an urgency that rivaled his own. He firmly worked his hand between her thighs and found what he was looking for. Almost immediately she pulled her mouth away from his and let out a long, deep moan.  Leon withdrew his hand from between her legs and felt the cool air on the wetness that now graced his fingers.
“Maybe we should move over to the bed before one of us loses our footing.” Examining his hand through slit eyes she seemed to acquiesce.
“A fair point, allow me a moment to get something?” Leon nodded and moved toward the bed, possibilities idly racing through his mind. “Hey.” He felt her breath on his ear and immediately turned. In an instant he was on his back and she on top of him. He stared at her now mischievous eyes.
“How did you-“ She put a finger to his lips and stopped his question. She leaned down until her face was barely an inch from his.
“I have a very specific plan for what’s about to happen next. You wouldn’t want to ruin that, would you?” She finished the question by pouting down at him.
“Most definitely not!” Leon said, trying his best to playing along with the sudden change. “Although one has to wonder what part I have in this plan of yours.” Her pout turned back into a mischievous look.
“That will become very clear in a moment.” Giving her a look, Leon glanced down and noticed for the first time, the length of rope she held in one of her hands.
“Oh.” He said very quietly. Out in the hall the horn was making itself known again, the notes seeming to build in anticipation. For the first time, she seemed to register the presence of the noise and looked around. As soon as she was distracted Leon made a grab for the rope; but she was faster, grabbing his hand with astonishing strength and speed. She pouted at him.
“Don’t lie to me Leon. You aren’t trying to ruin my fun are you?” Leon laughed uneasily.
“No of course not, but if I may ask, do you really need the rope?” She grinned wickedly.
“I like the control. To have your body at my disposal. To take as much or as little time as I want.” She leaned down again, whispering right into his ear: “I’m going to tie you up with this rope right now. If you make any moves, any at ALL, I will scream loud enough for every guard in the castle to come running for their lives.” Leon gulped.
“Yes ma’am.” Satisfied that her prey wouldn’t move she reached up passed his head and began tying arms to the bedposts, purposefully positioning herself over him so that he may take the chance to take in every aspect of her naked body. Even though the view was easily the best Leon had seen since arriving in town, thoughts raced through his head. The look she had given him before threatening to call the guards was intense enough that he believed her and the thought of it excited him loath as he was to admit it. She finished tying his arms and turned around to work on his legs. He noted she made no attempt to hide the wetness between her legs, leaving it fully in his view. He instinctively licked his lips and immediately felt a great shame. Almost as if hearing him she turned and met his eyes with a coy look.
“What’s with that face? Like what you see?”
“Would it be shameful to admit anticipation?” Leon returned her question. She giggled and wriggled her hips.
“Don’t worry my poor Leon; you won’t have to wait long.” Starting from her position by his legs, she made her way up his body, stopping with her face inches from his erect member. He could feel each breath on the sensitive skin, causing it to twitch. “Do you want me to start here?”
“I get the feeling if I said I did it would end with a punishment.” Leon said, shifting on his back. She smiled.
“Good boy.” She continued up his body, keeping her eyes on his, watching him like a predator.
“Is this the part where you tell me the first part of the plan?” Her eyes narrowed, and after a moment of consideration she smiled.
“I suppose it’s only fair. It starts with your face, and a very excited part of my body getting very well acquainted.” She paused with her face right over his. “The first time you came to this room, that tongue of yours was very convincing. I’ll admit I wanted to feel what I could do with mine. Now that I have, I’m excited to push it to the limit.” She continued even further up his body until she sat straddling his head between her thighs, poised to take the plunge. “I’ve been waiting for this Leon, try not to disappoint.” In an instant, she was almost smothering him. His mouth filled with a tart taste. He could tell she was getting the most out of the experience, as her hips would grind back and forth on his face, trying to get his tongue as deep as it would go. Leon found himself hungrily trying to reach those depths she craved, the tart taste felt like something he had been craving his whole life without even knowing what it was. Such was his intent on getting as much as he could that he resented those brief moments she lifted herself so he could desperately gulp down some air before being thrust back into the thick of it.
The action became a rhythm of increasing intensity, if he hadn’t been rendered nearly senseless Leon would have suspected his face would be hurting the force with which she ground into his face. Before long, he noticed the odd spasm in her thighs. He could hear her moan and had the presence of mind to hope the neighbours couldn’t hear them. Before he could linger on the thought the spasms in her legs began increasing in frequency and he felt her hand on his head, trying to push him even deeper. All at once she seized up, her thighs tightening around Leon’s head enough that it hurt. A sudden gush of liquid hit his tongue although he barely had time to savor it before she forced her shaking body off of him so he could breath. For long moments they both lay on the bed panting and letting the shivers and shudders of pleasure come in waves. After what felt like hours, or perhaps what was actually several minutes, of basking in that afterglow Leon could hear her shifting around on the bed.
“Well you certainly lived up to expectation.” She said with a tired but satisfied smile.
“I’m here to please.” Leon said feeling rather pleased with himself.
“But now that I’ve been satisfied it would be terrible of me to not see to your needs.” Her gaze traveled from his eyes slowly down his body towards his still erect member. Leon eyed her expectantly curious to see what she specifically meant. Reaching out with a hand she took hold of his shaft and with her thumb she started to massage the tip, pausing occasionally to flick it. Each flick caused Leon to flinch, his own legs starting to involuntarily flex. She eyed it hungrily, trying to decide how to tackle it. Before long she flashed Leon a slight smile. “With you performing your heart out there like you did there’s no reason for me to play coy, here.” As she finished the statement she shifted and lined herself up with Leon, groin to groin and face to face. “How about a good finish to such a memorable night?” Leon could do nothing but nod; the anticipation building to bursting below his skin. She smiled and leaned down to kiss him again. Having danced this dance before, Leon was to give as good as he got. His eagerness grew as he felt her more closely line up herself with his member. Allowing the tip to slip in just a little bit.
What Leon didn’t expect was for her to immediately slam her hips down on his; immediately taking his full length. The overwhelming waves of pleasure made it difficult to think, difficult to move. He could feel her smile on his lips and redoubled her efforts. While she picked up slack with her mouth she wasn’t letting up with her hips either, rocking back and forth on his hips.
A moment passed before Leon managed to regain his composure, as much as he could, tied to a bed with an oversexed elven woman riding him like a horse in hell. He started thrusting, each time he did he could feel her hot wet insides tightening on him, sending more waves of bliss up and down his body.
Leon could hear the horn again the anticipation that could be heard before was still there, but louder. Each note rang louder and louder, bouncing around the inside of his head. They seemed to time themselves with each of his thrusts, with each wave of pleasure running course through him. The anticipation of climax building in the notes was slowly becoming one with Leon’s, until everything happened at once. She broke the kiss, sitting up, back arched. Leon gave one final thrust and lost control, losing his senses to a flurry of spasms amid a single high note that sounded loud enough to wake up everyone in the castle. As wonderful as the one moment was it ended as quickly as it started, and soon they both lay again panting, her on top of him.
“Wow.” She said finally.
“Yeah.” It was a long moment before Leon spoke again. “So, like, your plan is finished, right? Can you untie me now?” She laughed.
“You played your part well enough, I suppose I could.” She said as she lazily reached up to undue the knots around his arms and eventually down to release his ankles. Immediately Leon stood up and stretched, attempting to shake off any stiffness. “Stay the night. I’ll make sure you make it back to your room before people wake in the morning.”
“I suppose.” He said, sitting back down on the bed. “I suppose you may also need some new sheets.”
“Tomorrow.” She murmured. Leon glanced over and saw that she seemed to already be asleep. Deciding there was nothing else to add he himself closed his eyes and let sleep quickly take him.


The first thing Leon became aware of was the feeling of someone shaking his shoulder and rousing him from sleep.
“Come Leon, you need to go back to your room before the guards start their morning rounds.” Leon sat up slowly and took in the familiar sights of the room. She stood by the tub of water on the far side of the room, cleaning herself and otherwise preparing for the day. Their clothes remained in piles beside her. Leon stood slowly and stumbled. Cursing, he reached down and massaged his legs in an attempt to expel the soreness the previous evenings events had created.