How Come You Taste So Good? [Closed]

The fact that Sehlirr had asked to perform for him was very surprising. It had been a couple of days since their last session, but to be asked? Did she enjoy their time that much? He had allowed this and relaxed against the headboard of his bed while she serviced him. She was quite skilled and had learned a few ways to push a couple of his buttons as well. Xavier found himself quite pleased with her work. As this session would come to an end, he could not help but clench the sheets in his hand and hold his breath. He was one to try and keep back any real sign of weakness, especially when he was not the one in control. Although it was not fully shown on his face, she had pleased him. Over the month they were together, Xavier had become fond of her. She was different in some way, but he wasn't sure what that was. He found himself protective of her, more so than he normally would be.

With his body relaxed from his happy ending, Xavier laid lazily in bed as she showered. He had pretty much been licked clean, so a shower was not yet necessary. He merely took a clock and wiped any excess off of himself before collapsing limply into the bed. When she said she was leaving, he looked up to her and gave a nod. She had permission to go. He was now in lazy mode and she could do whatever she wanted. He laid there for the entire time, silent and almost ready to fall asleep when he heard her footsteps coming up the stairs. He shot up, assuming it might have been one of his men since they were in a rush. He pulled his pants back up and buttoned them quickly. He stood up and looked over to the door just in time for Sehlirr to burst in. Her demeanor had changed. She was scared. He put on a shirt as she explained and she suddenly rushed to him and clung to his shirt.

"... He'll be taken care of." There was a darkness in Xavier's voice that hadn't ever been shown before. He had warned his men not to touch her and Alcot had betrayed his trust.  Barefoot, but dressed otherwise, Xavier stepped out of his room and hurried down the stairs. Alcott apparently thought that Xavier wasn't going to do anything, or that Sehlirr wasn't going to explain, because he was already back at a table with an ice pack and a drink, laughing along with the rest of the men. Xavier walked up behind him with enough purpose for the others who saw him approach to quickly flee. "Hey, where ya go-..." Alcott was unable to finish his sentence before Xavier grabbed the back of his head and slammed it down over his glass and into the table. "What did I tell you? I warned you not to touch her; She is mine." Xavier yelled at Alcott and the entire hall went silent.

"I didn't... I-I s-swear! Xavier! It's that witch!" Alcott pointed toward Sehlirr in anger, "She walks around teasing the men when you're gone, flaunting herself and rubbing it in our faces that we can't touch her! I-I was just confronting her, that's it! She got mad because I called her out on it! She's just trying to get you to turn against us! She's trying to start stuff between the men!" Xavier fell silent and stared down at Alcott with that single eye. He slowly turned his head toward Sehlirr and looked her up and down. "Are you intentionally teasing my men?" Xavier's expression darkened toward her, "Are you trying to start problems between them and I? Because I'll have you know that these men have followed me for a long time. I trust them, so if you're lying to me and I find out, the rest of your life with BECOME A LIVING HELL! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME SEHLIRR!?"

Xavier meant to scare her. Sehlirr was his and if she was betraying him in any way, she would regret it. Xavier was not a man to share, especially his women. He trusted him men to be loyal, not clean. When he turned and yelled at Sehlirr, that fear he instilled in her was intentional. He saw those tears and only confirmed that she wouldn't do something like that. People aren't stupid enough to betray someone that they feared, unless the one they betrayed them for was better in some way. Sehlirr insulted Alcott, calling him a lesser man. The snickers around the Hall were rather entertaining. He even found himself smirking. He wasn't one to look at the other men, especially during their private times with their slaves... Shudder... But was Alcott that bad? A glance back toward the man confirmed that. Xavier inwardly chuckled and went to speak, but Alcott's own slave spoke up against him.

"Is that so...?" Xavier's eyes narrowed and he shifted his attention back to Alcott. The man became enraged and moved to strike the already bruised elf. Xavier would not allow this. As Alcott took a step, Xavier raised his leg and slammed his foot into Alcott's back, forcing the bastard to the floor. He stomped on the man's back. "First you go against my direct orders, then you betray my trust, and now you're lying to my face?" Xavier shouted angrily at Alcott, slamming his foot into the man's back again, "Are you telling me your slave is more honest than you!?" Xavier stepped to Alcott's side and kicked him in the ribs. He could feel something bend under him and could hear the crack. Alcott's groaned in immense pain. "Her contract, now!" Xavier demanded. Alcott pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to Xavier. "Good," Xavier looked to his other men, "Get him out of my face."

Two men walked over and picked Alcott up. Since he was a former comrade, they were gentler with him and carried him out of the Hall. Once he was gone, Xavier looked to the other slave and showed that piece of paper he had taken from Alcott. "For while this is in my possession, you belong to me, understood?" Xavier told her and the elven woman nodded. He rolled the paper up and stuck it in his pocket, looking back to Sehlirr. He stared at her, that intense glare he had softening as he saw those tears and wiped them away. "You did well, Sehlirr. Tell me... This woman," Xavier spoke about the elf who defended her, "She is your friend correct? I've seen you speaking some times over your shared time here. What should I do with her? As reward for your honesty, loyalty, and services to me... Her fate rests in your hands. And everyone here will honor that choice."

With that drama taken care of, Xavier and his men began enjoying the rest of their day together. He sat with them, talking and drinking. He heard a couple stories about a few heists that a group of them had taken part in. They brought the group a good bit of gold in. The one thing his men liked about him is that when someone brought in money, they got the higher percentage and the guild got the rest. It was always an ninety-ten split. At the main table, Xavier was having a pretty good time. It wasn't something people saw many times before. They had all admitted things about Alcott, including how his previous slave had been killed. Apparently, Alcott was the jealous type who wanted everything to himself. The fact that he wasn't getting more than Xavier pissed him off. Xavier did reassure his men that he wouldn't stab them in the back. They were the closest things he had to friends.

The door burst open and everyone jumped ready to fight, but calmed when they realized who it was: the elven woman Ilnae. "What's wrong?" Xavier asked, raising an eyebrow at the out of breath woman. Things were quickly explained and Xavier's eyes widened. "Lead me there." he demanded in a hurry. He rushed out with Ilnae, following her to the river. When he got there, he looked around quickly until he spotted Sehlirr just as she let go of the rock. "SEHLIRR!" he called out for her and rushed along the edge of the river, trying to get ahead of her. The current was taking her quickly, but Xavier did not stop. The river just seemed to get wider and wider as they went further down. He wasn't sure whether he'd be able to swim in it. He could see that the current was pushing her closer to the shore, but it wasn't going to be enough. He saw that waterfall getting closer and closer.

"Shit." he cursed himself and hurried up, his feel slamming harder against the ground as he sped up. He got ahead of her, but not by much. He watched Sehlirr's body slam into a log that had been held by the land. She tried holding on, but she wasn't able to. "SEHLIRR!" he called out to her again, just to assure her that he was there. As she was pulled down the river more, he heard a loud crack and looked back to see that log was coming up right behind her. Not only that, but Sehlirr was just a few feet away from the waterfall. Xavier knew this waterfall because there was a cave he hid in behind it, but there was something else he knew. As he continued running, he timed himself perfectly. He got to the edge of that waterfall and jumped. His body soared through the air as Sehlirr went over the edge. He grabbed her, his momentum sending them over enough to fall onto a protruding ledge.

"UGH!" Xavier grunted in pain as he made sure Sehlirr landed on him, not the other way around. He breathed heavily for a moment, keeping an arm wrapped around her as he tried to calm down. "You alri-..." "LOOK OUT!" Ilnae screamed from the top of the waterfall. Xavier looked up and saw the log falling right toward them. His eye widened and he rolled over quickly, falling another twenty feet with Sehlirr before they hit the water, right between two rocks that would have killed them otherwise. He swam quickly while under the water, pulling Sehlirr just out of the way as the log came falling into the water, missing them just by a foot. Xavier pulled her up with him and began swimming toward the shore. The water here was calmer, luckily, so he took the smoother current toward the shore and pulled her onto it. Xavier fell to the ground there, still breathing heavily, "You alright?"

Xavier was breathing just as heavily as Sehlirr was. That impact on their first landing had hurt more than he originally planned for. He rolled over on his stomach and stood up. He placed a hand on his side, wondering if he had pulled a muscle really bad or if something was broken. He wasn't a doctor, he couldn't tell. Sehlirr said she thought she was okay, which was a relief for him. He nodded, "Good." Xavier collapsed again, sitting on the ground to rest. Sehlirr asked him if he was fine and he nodded again, "I'm fine, yes." Xavier closed his eyes and took in a few deep breaths. Sehlirr spoke up again, but her sentence never finished. He opened his eyes and looked toward her confused as she writhed around. "Sehlirr, what's wrong?" he asked quickly crawling toward her. "IT'S THE COLLAR!" Ilnae shouted toward them as she ran over after finding her own, less dangerous, way down.

"Shit." Xavier went to help pull the collar off, but Sehlirr kept getting her hands in the way. He pushed her hands to the side and messed with the collar for a few moments himself, but he couldn't pull it off. He pulled out the remote and tried it, but that wasn't working either. In a panic, Xavier went back to her and wrapped his hands around her neck. He exerted a small amount of his Arcana an forcefully nullified the Arcana within the item. The collar took about two more seconds to finally loosen up and Xavier watched Sehlirr closely as she would be able to breathe again. "I-Is it going to do that again?" Ilnae asked Xavier. He looked confused for a moment, like he was thinking. Was it? The remote wasn't controlling it and the Arcana that was sealed within would return after some time. Honestly, he didn't know. It was a possibility, but there was no way to confirm or deny it.

"Mm..." Xavier stared at Sehlirr for a moment and decided something he normally would never have done. He looked to  his boot and pulled out a small dagger. "Stay still." he said as he brought it up. He placed it gently under the collar, though lightly cutting her was still a possibility. If he did, he'd immediately say sorry and continue. A moment later, he'd pull the blade back and slice through the collar, allowing it to fall away. He knew what this meant. He was going to have to keep a closer eye on her. She might run away, get hurt, or one of the other men might take her from him. If he could not find her, he could tell it would drive him nuts. "I'll get you a new one later..." he said. That was pretty much his only confirmation to her that he did not want her running away. "Come on..." he said and lifted her to her feet, "Let's get back to the hall and get you in some new clothes."

Xavier's instincts were not to harm Sehlirr. He wanted to save her. He wanted to protect the one thing he had right now that was his and only his. Before him, she was new. She had not been touched by another man. She was this perfect possession that he was able to obtain. There was no way he wanted her to be lost. He'd fight hard for her, but he was unaware of the actual attachement he was feeling for her. Xavier would continue twisting his own logic to fit the mindset he had been in for years, but there was something new there. His heart had been racing. He risked his life to save her. No possession was worth his life; He knew this, so why? Why was he so willing to throw that away? He had not hesitated. Most people knew what this feeling was. He liked her, he cared for her. And no, it was not as a possession. He cared for her and who she was. He cared for Sehlirr as a person.

When they were walking back, Xavier noticed her walking close to him. She always did, but he noticed it differently. He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her into him, nodding to Ilnae to show that he could take care of her. That was surprising for Ilnae. The blonde elf blinked in shock, stopping in  her tracks for a few moment and then rushing forward to catch up with them. Ilnae even wondered whether Sehlirr was still a slave to Xavier, or whether that was just his current excuse to not let her go. "How cute..." the woman thought as they walked into the hall. Most of the men had already fallen asleep by now, their drunken behavior allowing them to do so. Xavier went with Sehlirr upstairs after giving Ilnae permission to do whatever she wanted. Ilnae nodded and went to get something to eat. The two made it to his room and as she changed, Xavier took his clothes off as well.

Xavier put on some new underwear, but that was it. He went over and sat down on the bed as Sehlirr continued dressing herself. Right now, Xavier was actually tired. He laid back on the pillows and closed his eyes until Sehlirr spoke up. He looked back to her and nodded, motioning for her to come onto the bed. Once she did, he pulled her into him and covered both of them with the blankets. He kept an arm around her and laid there, his other arm resting over his stomach. He stayed silent, staring at the ceiling for a few moments before speaking up in a tired tone. "Don't scare me like that again..." he said as if it had almost slipped out. His eyes kept opening and closing before finally, they didn't open again. Xavier's body completely relaxed, except for the arm he kept around her. His breathing slowed down and Xavier soon fell asleep, Sehlirr's warmth comforting him into complete relaxation.

~ End