Annik

*Annik smiles playfully as John drags his lithe elven body closer, keeping his large possessive hand on the elf's stomach. Annik giggles at John's suggestion that the elf might run away, as if forgetting for a moment that Annik is, in fact, John's slave.*

"Run away, master? Now why ever would I do that when you fulfill my needs so well?" *Annik teases, trailing a slender finger along John's muscular chest.* "No no, I believe you're quite stuck with me now. Though I suppose proper accommodations are in order if I am to remain here."

*Annik stretches languidly, the motion accentuating his feminine curves that still glisten lightly with sweat. He lets out a satisfied hum before snuggling closer to John's warm body.*

"Mm... though I cannot make any promises about keeping my demands reasonable~" *Annik adds airily, the corner of his mouth quirking up impishly.* "You should know by now that I can be quite particular... especially if I am to remain exclusively yours."

*Propping himself up on one elbow, the elf trails his fingertips idly along your chest, tracing random patterns through the smattering of coarse hair. His crimson gaze holds a hint of curiosity as it roams over John's muscular frame in a new light - no longer just an adversary but now something more intimate.*

"I must say... it seems my fate could have been far worse than becoming the sole property of John the Red," *Annik muses aloud, though there is unmistakable fondness creeping into his tone.*

*Annik giggles softly, leaning into your touch with a content sigh. Despite his earlier bravado, the elf seems genuinely soothed by your possessive embrace. Crimson eyes flutter shut for a moment before glancing up to meet your resigned gaze, lips quirked in a playful smirk.*

"Oh, I highly doubt you will ever be *rid* of me now, master~" *he purrs, purposefully squeezing his inner walls around your softening length still nestled inside, wrenching a groan from John's throat at the stimulation on oversensitive flesh.*

"Mm... seems like you will have your hands full keeping up with my *exorbitant demands*... " *Annik teases, though his expression softens slightly. Reaching up to brush gentle fingers over your stubbled cheek, he adds more softly,* "But I suppose there are worse fates than belonging to a handsome rogue like yourself~"

*Propping himself up on an elbow, Annik glances around the thoroughly debauched room - clothes and sheets rumpled and stained, the lingering musk of sex hanging heavy in the air. An impish grin tugs at his kiss-bruised lips as he meets your eyes again.* "So then... shall we clean up and I can help replenish your sadly diminished coffers? I'm sure with my skills, we could take in quite a fortune at the local taverns and inns. Men do so love a good gamble... and I'm very good at winning~" *His eyes glint with mischief and promise.*

*Annik glances at you sideways, batting his eyelashes coquettishly.* "Oh, I am not that easy to run off, silly~" *he purrs softly.* "You have proven yourself quite adept at... shall we say... persuasion."

*A sly grin tugs at Annik's kiss-bruised lips as he shifts against the sheets, lithe body molding naturally to the curve of your side. The movement causes your spend to trickle out more rapidly from his fluttering entrance, which makes him bite his lip to stifle a whimper at the overstimulation.*

"Mm... though I cannot make any promises about keeping my demands reasonable~" *Annik adds airily, the corner of his mouth quirking up impishly.* "You should know by now that I can be quite particular... especially if I am to remain exclusively yours."

*Propping himself up on one elbow, the elf trails his fingertips idly along your chest, tracing random patterns through the smattering of coarse hair. His crimson gaze holds a hint of curiosity as it roams over John's muscular frame in a new light - no longer just an adversary but now something more intimate.*

"I must say... it seems my fate could have been far worse than becoming the sole property of John the Red," *Annik muses aloud, though there is unmistakable fondness creeping into his tone.*


John

Fine...I'll keep you entertained you fox, though that will come tomorrow, even elves need to sleep I've heard...
*Still holding you I scoot a good bit away from the site of our beastial fucking, the sheets slightly cleaner over here.* Pros of having a king-sized bed atleast... *I sleepily mumble before nuzzling my head into your silken hair and closing my eyes.*
*While I still spoke of you as my slave, you can easily tell that the way you're being held right now is as a lover...and all things told being the lover of such a man was indeed a far better fate than being sold off to a senile king.*


Annik

*Annik lets out a surprised yelp as John suddenly scoops him up and drags him across the large bed to a cleaner spot, the elf’s lithe body bouncing slightly atop the mattress. Despite the initial shock, Annik can’t help the giggle that escapes his lips as he finds himself nestled comfortably against John’s muscular chest under the silken sheets.*

“Eager to rest I see, though I suppose you have earned it after thoroughly ravishing your new acquisition,” *Annik teases playfully, nuzzling against John’s stubbled jaw.*

*The elf hums contently, slender fingers coming up to comb lazily through John’s dark locks. The comforting warmth surrounding Annik starts to make his eyelids grow heavy. He tries and fails to stifle a yawn, ruby eyes blinking slowly.*

“I shall hold you to your word about keeping me entertained tomorrow,” *Annik murmurs sleepily, lithe legs tangling loosely with John’s under the sheets.* “Sweet dreams, master~”

*With that, the elf’s eyes finally drift shut, his breath evening out into soft snores. One arm remains draped loosely over John’s waist while Annik’s head uses the human’s broad chest as a pillow. Golden strands of silken hair fan out beautifully over John’s skin as the first rays of dawn start to creep across the rumpled sheets.*

*In the morning, Annik wakes up first. John feels a pair of slender arms wrapping around his neck from behind as Annik snuggles close, nuzzling into the crook of John's neck. John feels Annik's warm breath tickling his skin as the elf murmurs playfully into his ear:* "Good morning, my dear captor~"

*John notices Annik's musical laughter as the elf withdraws from John's personal space and gets out of bed gracefully. Annik's lithe nude form stretches languidly, his flawless porcelain skin almost glowing in the soft morning light seeping through the curtains. John hears Annik's pleased sigh.*

"I must say, this bed is far more comfortable than the cot in my cell," *Annik remarks airily as he walks over to the vanity mirror.* "Now, how about some breakfast? I'm famished after last night's... exertions."

*Annik shoots John a coy smile over his shoulder, picking up a hairbrush from the dresser and running it through his slightly tangled golden locks. Humming softly to himself, Annik tidies his appearance, seeming utterly unabashed at his nudity. Crimson gaze meeting John's reflected in the mirror, Annik arches a delicate brow.*

"Well, John? I can hardly go to the kitchens like this, can I? Why don't you fetch us something while I make myself presentable?" *He states imperiously, despite technically still being John's slave.*

*The rising sun's rays peer through the heavy curtains, announcing the arrival of dawn. As they creep across the messy bed, Annik stirs first with a soft yawn, blinking awake slowly. For a moment confusion clouds his sleepy features as he takes in the unfamiliar room. The soreness throbbing through his lithe body brings back vivid memories from the night before making Annik flush crimson. He glances over at John's sleeping form beside him. Even relaxed in slumber, the human's imposing muscular frame seems to dwarf Annik's slender elven one.*

*Careful not to wake his new lover, Annik gingerly extricates himself from John's loose embrace and the tangle of sweat-dampened sheets. He winces slightly at the sticky mess coating his inner thighs. The feeling of John's release slowly trickling out makes him bite his lower lip to muffle a needy whimper. 'That brute really made a mess of me last night...' Annik muses internally even as his body thrums pleasantly at the reminder.*

*Padding silently across the room on bare feet, Annik retrieves one of John's tunics tossed carelessly over a chair. The hem falls to mid-thigh on his petite frame. Annik glances back at the human's sleeping form pensively before slipping out into the hall, closing the door behind him with a soft 'click'.*

*In the morning, Annik stirs awake, blinking open his crimson eyes. He yawns, stretching his lithe body languidly like a cat. The sheets shift against his bare skin, the silken fabric caressing his slender frame. Glancing to the side, he notices John still sound asleep. A mischievous grin spreads across Annik's plush lips as an idea forms in his devious mind.*

*Careful not to wake the slumbering man just yet, Annik slips out from under the covers and off the spacious bed, bare feet touching the cool floor. He pads over to the large ornate wardrobe in the corner of the room and pulls open the carved wooden doors. Rummaging through the assortment of tunics, trousers and robes, the elf selects an oversized tunic - no doubt one of John's - and slips it on. The hem falls to mid-thigh on Annik's petite frame.*

*After tying a belt around his slim waist to cinch in the billowing fabric, Annik saunters back to the bed where John continues sleeping. An impish smirk playing about his lips, the elf braces his hands on either side of the man's head and leans down until his golden locks spill over John's face, brushing lightly over his skin. Keeping his voice low and sultry, Annik purrs,*

"Time to wake up, my dear master John~"

*Annik snuggles closer to your broad chest, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. His lithe body fits perfectly against yours, still warm and flushed from your passionate lovemaking. As sleep claims you both, Annik sighs contentedly, a small smile playing on his kiss-swollen lips.*

*Sometime later, you drift slowly back to wakefulness, roused by a ray of sunlight streaming through the curtains to fall across your face. Blinking sleepily, you feel a warm body still curled trustingly in your arms, golden hair splayed across your chest. Annik slumbers on peacefully, his breath ghosting softly over your skin. You take a moment to admire his flawless features relaxed in repose - so innocent and angelic looking when the impish smirk isn't playing about his lips. Still, there's no denying last night changed something between you, an unspoken understanding passing where once there was only mistrust and games. Your claiming marked him as yours...but also bound you to fulfill his needs. A fair exchange, you muse.*

*As you watch Annik sleep, his long lashes flutter slightly before blinking open to reveal still-sleepy scarlet eyes. He smiles drowsily up at you.* "Mmm...good morning, master~" *he murmurs, voice husky from sleep and last night's activities.*