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    I'wilo smiled. Below his prominent brow, the skin between his eyes wrinkled, and his right upper lip curled into a sneer, as it naturally did when he wasn't being mindful of it. His full lower lip pursed out and his bright red eyes shined merrily, although there was a definite predatory tone beneath their shine.

    He unbuckled his weapon belt and laid it next to where the blood elf's trembling hand lay, palm-down. He stood behind the young man; youth being relative, as I'wilo was a young adult troll but had seen far fewer seasons than the elf. They were equals in maturity but not in age.

    I'wilo slapped his left hand down on the table, next to the elf's own. His lip lifted further as the elf jumped, but remained where he was, slightly bent, both palms down on the table.

    The elf's name was Atrasus. Atrasus was a very tall, fair-skinned Blood Knight. He wielded the power of the Light, gifted to his handsome, haughty, and magic-craving people, even after they'd stolen it. Those that chose the path of a Blood Knight fought for the good of their people. What little I'wilo understood of this righteous class, he admired and respected, though they didn't return the favor. Any Blood Knight he happened upon tended to look pointedly past him, or give the large troll a dismissive, and often disgusted look.

    Once, I'wilo had wandered into an area where a group of Blood Knights were training. He'd done so under the auspices of gathering herbs and flowers, though it was truly his characteristic curiosity that had led him closer to watch. He'd been swiftly turned away. The troll's easy smile had never faltered, although the elves made it clear that they were more than willing to use brute force, should I'wilo refuse to quit their presence.

    I'wilo took the rejection in stride. He was, after all, a troll. And as everyone knew, trolls often dealt in chaotic magics and dark practices that disturbed the sensibilities of the civilized elves. Should they have realized that he wasn't one of the local Darkspear tribe, with whom their people were grudgingly allied, they might not have been so civil in dealing with him.

    Nevertheless, I'wilo had no real qualms with the Blood Knights. Their disdain for he and his kind was, in his opinion, far outweighed by their proposed mission... To use the power of the Light to preserve and protect themselves, their allies, and the land from evil. That I'wilo may well fall into that category in their eyes didn't faze him. Well, not terribly.

    The knight's white-blond hair fell just past his broad, well-muscled shoulders. He was a proud and noble male. A knight in shining armor, though his armor he'd stripped away and lay aside, likely shedding some of his pride in the process. He now wore only a simple linen shirt and green britches that were several shades darker than his glowing, emerald eyes.

    I'wilo ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek and pressed one thick finger to the tip of his pointed tusk; two of his constant habits. "Ya hate da trolls, don't ya, Liddel Broddah?" The elf shook his head quickly. "Not at all, sir. I nev-". I'wilo interrupted him quietly, "No 'Sah' please. Call meh 'Wil." He stood back and crossed his arms, his head cocked slightly back and to the side as he watched Atrasus bemusedly.

    The elf's shoulders rose and fell as he stood there, breathing heavily. He shook his head and his smooth mane sparkled as it waved from side to side. I'wilo had the brief and distinct impression that the elf's perfect hair was actually liquid.

    Atrasus continued, cursing himself silently because his tone sounded a bit pleading to his own ears. His voice was several octaves higher than any tone he'd used in his adult life, and the sound of it made his face flush red to the tips of his pointed ears. "No, Wil. I've never hated any race but those of the Burning Legion. I am... we are cautious around the trolls, true, but-"

    "Ah, yes." I'wilo chuckled, and Atrasus found himself very envious of the troll's deep and unmistakably masculine pitch. "Ya mahst use da ahtmost cahtion wit da sahvages." Atrasus blinked and swallowed. He couldn't think of any response. "Ahnd deh ain't nahtin' wrong wit daht.", I'wilo said, after giving the poor elf a moment to squirm.

    Atrasus lifted a brow. He stammered for a moment before finally managing, "W... what?" I'wilo chuckled quietly, "From what Ah undahstand, yoah people stole da lahnd out from beneat' da Amani. Ahnd deh be ahftah ya eveh since... Ah, but Ah know daht hahppen a long time ahgo. By now, weh ah see it, dah lahnd be neahly ahs mahch yoahs ahs dehs... neahly. Pehahps yoah people sahmdeh be aht peace wit eachoddah. Tahm will tell."

    Atrasus was flabbergasted. To hear a troll speak so... logically, as the elf saw it, on the subject... He wondered if the troll was merely toying with him, and yet something in his tone told him that wasn't the case. He nodded mutely. "Ya tought da big giahnt troll took ya prisonah ovah daht... Ovah hatred foah ya ahnd ya race. Ah'm right?"

    Atrasus nodded. "Ah've no problem wit ya. No problem wit da lahvleh elfehs. Wil alwehs seh we should live, lahv ahnd celahbrate life tahday... Because we meh wake ahp dead tomorrow." I'wilo smiled gently at the elf's back. "I... that's very wise." Atrasus responded, quietly.

    I'wilo's smile became a grin as he ran his tongue behind his lower lip. "How long ya been in dis wahld, mon? How many yeahs ya seen?" Atrasus frowned in confusion. "One hundred and twenty-two, sir." He cringed at his own use of the word, 'sir'. Ahnd Ah've been ahround foah onleh twenteh. Whaht weh call wisdahm is oftahn only da obvious trut. Ya'd be wise ta remembah daht." Atrasus nodded, "Yes s-", he quickly corrected himself, "I'wilo."

    I'wilo tilted his head to the side, asking quietly, "Ah whahs onleh jestin' when ah refahed to ya ahs mah prisonah... How could ya beh ah prisonah when ya let meh in so willingleh?" I'wilo looked around the knight's not-so-humble abode. The doorways were draped with shimmering curtains of red, pink, and gold that were only transparent enough for the light to make them glow. Several ornate fixtures held shining magical orbs that shone brightly like tiny suns.

    The polished stone table where the elf's hands still rested was held up by ornately carved marble legs that ended in clawed feet with smooth, perfect spheres clutched in their talons. The walls were lined with dark wooden furniture that gleamed beautifully in the light. They were upholstered in deep purple and bright red; plush and garish. Several matching pillows were tossed in a pile on one corner of the intricate rug that covered most of the spotless stone floor. I'wilo imagined that many a giggling young elf girl had reclined, blushing, on the sumptuous furniture and cloud-like pillows as they beheld their shining knight standing over them. He grinned at the thought.

    "I - I don't know. I... don't ... know", Atrasus responded weakly. As if guided by the same whim, he let his eyes take in the shining lights and perfect features of his home and he frowned in consternation. His home and belongings offered him no comfort. He felt like a guest, an intruder. He was just another pretty bauble decorating the place. He found no solace in the familiar objects, and so he stared blankly at the wall before him.

    Licking his lips and uncrossing his arms, I'wilo grabbed his belt from the table and turned to his left, walking into the elf's peripheral field of view before he lowered himself slowly onto the soft and lavish settee. He'd refastened his weapon belt, more for dramatic effect than out of any concern over his safety. He felt much the same as Atrasus about the current situation. As long as I'wilo remained, this was his home, his territory... His lovely elf.

    Settling back against the luxuriously comfortable couch, I'wilo shrugged his shoulders and gave a close-mouthed smile, tilting his head to the left and watching Atrasus in profile. The elf's adam's apple rose and fell as he swallowed nervously. "Tell meh why ya let me in, Ahtresoos.", he rumbled. After a moment of silence where the elf only responded by swallowing several times, his eyes flicking sideways to glance at Wil briefly, I'wilo prodded further. "Whaht mehd ya step aside ahnd take off ya ahmah ahnd lay down ya weapahn?"

    "Your eyes", Atrasus breathed. As if incited by the elf's words, the troll's eyes flared a brighter, burning orange-red. He slowly set the pillow aside and leaned forward, drawing up his long legs so that he could rest his elbows on his knees. He cupped his chin in one large hand, so that the two fingers lie on his cheek, while the thumb rested beneath his square jaw. He gave a gentle smile and raised a brow. The transformation had been so brief that, had Atrasus seen it, he might have mistaken the effect of the troll's eyes to be a trick of the light, perpetuated by his own frazzled nerves. "Meh got voodoo eyes, den?"

    "Yes... No!", Atrasus stammered. "You... I couldn't...", he let out a long sigh, "Yes. Voodoo eyes. M-magic of some sort. I don't really know." Atrasus shook his head absently as he pondered this. He'd sensed nothing demonic about the strange troll. True, the creature - the man, he mentally corrected himself, as if he feared the troll would read his thoughts - had certainly seemed imposing. He pictured the troll as he'd first seen him. The troll sported a tall, proud mohawk that was dyed an unnaturally bright red shade. His open black vest had revealed a blue-black tattoo of a spider with legs that stretched over the expanse of his chest.

    A length of golden leather cord had adorned his neck and a bear claw and several intricately carved bones had dangled from it. His left tusk, he'd painted with russet stripes that formed rings around it. A golden ring gleamed brightly at the base of one long ear. Two sharp-looking daggers had hung, gleaming at his sides. He was taller than any troll Atrasus had ever seen and the ring in his left nipple would have been above his eye level if he hadn't been holding himself in a deep stoop, as all trolls seemed to do when at rest.

    His skin was a blue-green tone. His fingernails were black, but for the large square thumbnails, which were painted gold. As bizarre as he appeared by an elf's standards, he had an air of proud vanity, suggesting that he was handsome among trolls. To Atrasus's glowing green eyes, he'd appeared shocking, rather than attractive.

    He'd smiled then, and tilted his head. The voice that had emanated from his broad chest was very deep, the accent unlike any he'd heard from the other trolls he'd had the displeasure of running across. "Ahftahnoon, broddah.", and then he had risen to his full height, seeming to both unfold and expand as he stretched tall and cracked his neck before settling back down. The elf's eyes had grown wide but it hadn't occurred to him to brandish the weapon he'd been planning to polish and put away for the night; after getting out of his heavy armor and taking a much-needed bath. He'd only craned his neck to follow the troll's crimson eyes, the weapon forgotten as it hung in his grip.

    The troll had eyed him up and down before locking eyes with him again. "Ahn't ya gonna invaht me in?". And as they stood and stared at each other, something palpable and indescribable passed between the two. The elf had stepped aside. And the troll had crossed the threshold as though he had every right - had been there at least a thousand times.

    Atrasus was drawn back into the present as I'wilo spoke again. "Ah've been told deh be 'commahndin', 'full o' ahgressiahn', 'bahn into da soul'. Let's see... Ah, yes. 'Dominahnt', 'sexy'." I'wilo rocked his head from side to side as he said, "J'jua eyes." He stopped rocking his head, "Any o' daht sound about right?"

    "Yes", Atrasus whispered. Though he stared straight ahead, the troll had sat down within the elf's field of vision. The troll suddenly rocked back, slapped his knees, and stood up. Surprised by the sudden movement, Atrasus gasped and jumped, turning to face the troll with wide, frightened eyes. He blanched several shades. I'wilo laughed and nodded as if to agree with him. As if to say, "Yes I am scary. And your fear amuses me." As the laughter rung in Atrasus's twitching, pointed ears, the color returned to his face and then some. He could feel the burning heat in his face and neck and knew that he was bright red.

    Despite the fact that he was intimidated by the giant, he also found (though he hated himself for this ) that he wished to please him. To impress him. He was disappointed with himself as he felt his hands slip from the table. Disappointed as he watched the troll approach slowly and confidently, clear amusement in his eyes... but closed no distance between them, as Atrasus was backing fearfully away.

    And still those eyes held his worried gaze; he staring back with a look of abject terror. His heart hammered in his chest like that of a trapped rabbit and he thought it might just stop, and like a terrified rabbit, he would keel over and be dead before he even hit the floor. A victim of his own overwhelming trepidation.

    Continuing to back away, though the troll had stopped advancing, Atrasus tore his eyes from those alluring and commanding crimson ones. Too late. With a startled yelp, Atrasus fell backward over a dark wooden foot rest with a padded violet cushion. The padding did little to serve him as he landed gracelessly on his ass, his feet up on the rest. He quickly and unthinkingly tried to leap to his feet, only to have the luxurious foot rest flip over and rock precariously on one leg before coming to rest, upside-down on the multi-hued rug. Atrasus fared no better than the furniture. He let out a second surprised cry and then both he and the foot rest were on their backs. Both were no worse for wear, but for Atrasus's already damaged pride.

    Before he could make another fumbling attempt to regain his feet, the troll was there, lifting him carefully and placing him on his feet before doing the same with the abused piece of furniture, and giving both elf and foot rest a gentle pat. "Ya injahd?"

    It took Atrasus a moment to realize I'wilo wasn't talking to the stool. He kept his eyes on the floor and mumbled, "No." I'wilo smiled, "Quite ah spill ya took deh. Couldn't hahv done bettah mahself, hahd Ah tried!" Atrasus hunched his shoulders in embarrassment. "I'm alright." He'd have payed anything to be invisible as the silence - uncomfortable for the elf, as intended by the troll - stretched between them.

    Gradually, Atrasus realized that I'wilo was expecting him to break the silence. Waiting patiently, with a calm that only made the elf more aware of his own dwindling composure. "You want me to speak", he ventured. "If it pleases ya." ... "I don't know what to say." I'wilo returned to the settee, flopped onto it comfortably and, much to Atrasus's chagrin, patted the spot next to him. Without making and conscious decision to do so, Atrasus obediently approached. He felt numb; felt as if he were gliding and actually looked down at his feet to see that they were indeed still padding across the carpet.

    Slinking toward to the seat, he slipped quietly onto the cushion next to his new-found, towering companion. "Ah, but ya be speakin' alreadeh, Liddel Broddah." Atrasus grimaced and gave a slight nod. "So I am." I'wilo waited. Atrasus squirmed. I'wilo turned fluidly and leaned back to face the elf and study him in profile. Atrasus kept his gaze averted for fear that he'd not be able to stop looking if he did venture a peek. And besides, he had no interest in seeing the amusement there.

    They sat, again, in silence. The little false suns continued to glow in their fixtures. The curtains shimmered in their light. I'wilo's eyes caught and reflected the light, lending the red irises a freshly lacquered appearance.

    Atrasus's fingers drummed once on the pillow upon which his arm was resting. He stilled them with an inward cringe. "Stay still. Keep quiet. Disappear", he commanded himself silently. His hand twitched slightly, wanting to drum out his anxiety. He shifted his legs closer together; the resulting sound like an explosion in his ears. "Stop, damn you", he thought.

    From his nearby seat, I'wilo watched. His view of Atrasus was framed by his own knees, which he'd drawn up close. He hugged a pair of velvety pillows, one gold and one violet, to his chest. His long, muscular arms dwarfed the pillows almost comically. All of him dwarfed the couch. And still he managed not to look ridiculous. It seemed he could appear quite at home anywhere he pleased. His expression was one of contentment and quiet interest.

    Unable to take the troll's quiet scrutiny any longer, Atrasus finally spoke. "I don't know what you want me to say." Shrugging slightly, I'wilo blinked continued to smile. Atrasus turned his head slowly, miserably, to face the troll. He shied away from his eyes and looked instead at the troll's bare chest. He let his eyes become unfocused, the spider tattoo blurring into a dark blob. "I don't know what you want me to say."

    Slowly parting his full lips, the troll answered in his characteristically slow and careful manner, "Be honahst. Ah ahprecieht honahsty.... Ahnd be descriptive."

    ... "You're intimidating", Atrasus breathed quietly. "You are... real. You... you exude this tremendous confidence and it's not an act. It's not a game." Atrasus corrected himself, "It is a game. All on your terms. I feel like... a toy." The elf closed his eyes and lowered his head in defeat, but he could still feel the troll looking at him. Waiting.

    "This game, your rules, are such that I cannot hope to understand. As much as I give in I... flounder. I realize that I cannot fight you. I offer no resistance. You are taking me apart without laying a hand on me. And despite everything I know... knew about myself, I know I won't do anything to fight you." He added in a hiss, "I am disgusted with myself. It makes me sick." His heart pounded wildly in his chest as he waited to see if this was enough. He opened his eyes during the following silence and slowly raised them to meet I'wilo's. The kindness, the benevolence that he saw there was as shocking as anything else he'd yet witnessed from the troll. Although the predatory, cunning undertone remained, the compassionate face put on by the troll was undeniably real as well.

    "Ya wish foah it ta end. Da... 'gehm', ahs ya put it. Ya wish ta finish so daht Ah meh leave ya in peace." I'wilo tilted his head to the other side, nodding slowly and licking his lips. Atrasus nodded and immediately wondered if he'd made a horrible mistake. What would come at the end? He didn't have time to change his mind. I'wilo was rising. Atrasus remained where he was sitting, watching helplessly as he awaited a word of instruction, a sign, or the mercy he knew would not be forthcoming. He had brought his hands together in his lap at some point, and they were sweating, but he didn't move to wipe them. He didn't move. From the corner of his eye, he made out one of the magical orbs of light, and felt that he also glowed... but as a plain fire, guttering in the wake of this huge one's passing. Bowing and dancing for him; dimming now. He wondered if he'd lose consciousness, and he welcomed it. This was a sort of fear he had never felt nor imagined.

    "Verrah well. Ya've entahtained me so well. If it's ahn end ya seek, it's ahn end daht Ah'll give ya. Tahn heah... No no. Don't rise. Onleh tahn." The troll guided the elf to face to the left, facing in the direction where he'd just been sitting. "Daht's right. Kneel deh... Mmm good. Daht's pehfect. Now off wid ya sheht." At the now-shivering elf's look of confusion, I'wilo reached down to help him pull his shirt over his head. "Good. Good." I'wilo nodded absently as he stepped back, bringing one arm across his chest and allowing his elbow to rest upon it, his hand coming up to scratch his jaw and then rest there as he scrutinized the elf.

    "Lean fahwahd please." Atrasus gave I'wilo a pleading look but was granted no reprieve. I'wilo slowly removed his hand from his jaw and let both dangle at his sides. He gestured at the pillows he'd left behind when he arose. "Put yoah face deh... ahnd keep kneelin'." Atrasus gasped in realization. He shook his head adamantly but didn't move to flee. As they looked at each other, the elf's head slowly stopped shaking. The golden stubble on his face shined in the light as he pressed his lips into a thin line. His handsome brow pulled downward in a determined grimace and he gave what might have been a slight nod. As he obeyed, burying his face in the thick fabric there, tears began to seep from his eyes and stain the pillows. So this was to be the end. Of course.

    I'wilo approached the elf slowly, relishing the way he trembled. He loosened the smaller man's britches and pulled them down around his knees. "Good", he purred, "Pehfect. Steh just like daht." He stepped back to remove his weapon belt, bending to let it drop to the carpet from just enough height to make a muted thud. The elf jumped at the sound and pressed his face deeper into the pillows. I'wilo gave an amused chuckle. His eyes were burning red now, the aggression, only hinted at previously, now shining and feral as he spoke. "Almost da end, Ahtrasoos. Just ahs ya please. We cahm to da end." He was answered with a muffled sob that made his grin widen, his lip curling up in a vicious sneer.

    As he knelt behind the trembling elf, I'wilo began to stroke his own massive length, readying himself as he spoke. "Ya wish ta know whaht Ah call dis game, Liddel Broddah?" He took the shuddering, watery sigh as a yes. "Dominahnce. Plehn ahnd simple.", he ran his tongue along his bared teeth as he let his hot, thick length rest on the elf's rear. He moved forward a bit, forcing Atrasus to bring his knees in and raise his ass higher in the air. He let one hand reach out to grasp the elf's slender hip, the skin there smooth and flushed. He could feel the elf shivering violently now, both with his hand and his dick. The sensation was pleasant. His eyes were fierce as he stared at the back of the elf's head.

    "Mahch ahs ya elfehs hate ta heah dis, weh all be ahnimals. Terratoriahl." His teeth flashed, "Greedy." He stretched his back, turning his head to survey once more the beautiful home... gorgeous and vibrant with color. "Lahvleh", he chuckled, knowing full well that Atrasus thought he referred to him. "Lahvleh", he repeated. And that time he did mean the elf... His smooth, pale skin shone with glistening sweat. His shivering was accented by sporadic tremors as he continued to sob quietly into the pillow. His long, slender fingers clutched at the pillows as if they anchored him... Kept him from being swept away.

    I'wilo held very still as he watched the elf shake and weep as silently as he could. Atrasus finally took a series of deep breaths that indicated to the troll that he was finally trying to calm himself. He took advantage of this moment, when he was sure that he had Atrasus's ear, to speak slowly. "Ah ain't gonna do dah ting ya be so ahfraid of." He read confusion in the answering silence, and so continued, "Ah've no intentiahn o' rippin' ya apaht. Ya be big foah ahn elf, baht Ah be too big foah ya." The elf took another shuddering breath and remained silent. "Ahnd so Ah ain't gonna do dah ting ya feah... But whaht ah am gonna do may not please ya."

    He was answered with a stifled whimper, followed by fresh sobs.

    Atrasus sniveled and wept into the pillows he clutched at so tightly. The troll's hand on his hip was beyond frightening. He' been so stupid. He should have known what I'wilo had planned for him. But what good would it have done him? What difference did it make that he'd adamantly denied the truth right up until the horrible end? Nothing could have saved him from this. His fate had been sealed when the troll had shown up at his door.

    Why me? , he thought bitterly. But he knew the answer. It was as I'wilo said... The troll wished to dominate him. Like a feral worg, he meant to hump him as a crude display of dominance. And, like the defeated, smaller animal, he was going to let it happen. The bizarre thought occurred to him that, had he had a tail, the troll would pull it aside to do what he was planning. He was grateful he had no tail. His gratitude ended there.

    The throbbing heat pressed behind him was horrific... He couldn't take that. He steeled himself for a pain that he couldn't imagine, but which he was sure he'd never forget... if he survived. As the troll adjusted himself again, pulling him closer by both hips, he blubbered incoherently. He was beyond loathing his own sounds, so caught up was he in the terror that caused him to feel his pulse in his throat. And then the troll was moving... sliding against him. He could feel something slapping below, heat gliding up and down above. His mortification grew as he realized he was being taken like a worg... Yes, of course. This was an act... a show. Purely for - as I'wilo had told him purringly - dominance. He continued to tremble. He was mortified, humiliated beyond anything he'd ever experienced. But he wasn't in pain. His crying became less frantic and frightened and came out as unhappy moans. Submissive whimpers.

    I'wilo's blood red gaze wandered to the ceiling. He closed his eyes and grunted. While the crux of his drive had indeed been dominance, he couldn't deny that there was much physical pleasure involved. Yes, the smaller male's skin was very smooth, warm. A delicious thrill ran up his curved spine and he gave another appreciative grunt as he squeezed the elf's nearly nonexistent hips. But unlike a stupid worg, he moved slowly, enjoying the sensations. His position of power. His senses tingled. Lovely.

    "Lahvleh", he growled. His voice was barely discernible as anything but a bestial sound.

    Atrasus's sobs had quieted, replaced by a steady stream of tears that continued to soak the pillows. His teeth were clenched in a grimace, and he had tossed his head to the side to allow himself to breathe. His face was covered by his own long hair. His eyes were squeezed tightly shut. Let it end, he thought. Let it be over. I submit. You win. Finish it. Parting his lips with an audible pop, Atrasus whispered hoarsely, "I submit to you." There it was. His plea. He prayed the troll would accept it and end his shame.

    Slowly lowering his head and opening his eyes, gasping lustily, I'wilo nodded wordlessly. The thin, translucent crest of whitish fur that ran between his hunched shoulders and tapered toward the base of his spine suddenly stood up straight as he began to move with more urgency. He clamped down on Atrasus's waist with his wrists, just as the elf had seen beasts do, and began to rub himself against the elf briskly. Atrasus braced himself for the next, even as it began to happen...

    I'wilo threw his head back and let out a hiss, his physical effort finally culminating in waves of intense pleasure that made him roll his eyes as he continued to buck spastically. He felt himself release and opened his mouth wide, letting out a deep, growling, sound of satisfaction. "Ahaaaah."

    Atrasus answered with a brief, startled, "Uh!" as he was rocked back and forth helplessly and then felt several heavy spots of warmth fall upon his hair and shoulders, continuing to rain down upon his back in shorter, lighter bursts before tapering to nothing.

    I'wilo paused, panting heavily. He smiled as he beheld his own "work". He let go of Atrasus's hip to wipe the sweat from his own forehead with the back of his wrist. The shining trinket bracelet he wore there clinked against one tusk and he shook his head, grinning. With a satisfied nod, he wiped the remainder of himself on the elf's upraised bum and stood slowly. He caught the elf looking at him dazedly, from beneath his long, tear- and sweat-soaked hair. They eyed one another in silence as the troll bent to pull on his pants. I'wilo favored him with a nod and a jaunty grin. Then he winked at him. And Atrasus let his eyes fluttered shut as he listened to the clatter of a weapon belt being lifted and refastened.

    He'd been burning up, sweating, smothering... and this was no better. The sweat, tears, and the remnants of the troll's... act, were cooling now. He was exposed and used, worn out. As the heat left him, he was disgusted that he felt slightly disappointed. It was over. He was safe, the troll was obviously making to leave. It was over. His mind was slowing, cooling as the wetness on his back was cooling. His breathing was becoming slow and even. He felt almost as if he could sleep this way. Acceptance had finally taken over and it numbed him mercifully, but he wished he could still feel that warmth.

    Lying as he'd been left, face-down with his legs still folded up beneath him, Atrasus waited. I'wilo made no sound, but the elf could still feel his presence. His shoulders still jumped, his ears flicking, as the troll's voice appeared right next to his head.

    I'wilo bent down and licked his lips before whispering near the elf's ear, "See how easy daht wahs? Ah've enjoehd mahself greatly. Tank ya, Ahtrasoos. Ya been verrah... pleasahnt." He swallowed and smiled tiredly, his nostrils flaring at the mild scent of the other's drying tears. "Ahnd don't ya worreh. Ya still be da sehm ahs ya wahs befoah. Dis be between yahself ahnd Wil ahnd nobodeh else... Mehbeh ya see Wil on da street. We bot' nod ahnd go owah separaht wehs." He gave Atrasus's head a gentle pat.

    Atrasus swallowed and opened his eyes. He was greeted by the familiar sights of his home. His home. The troll, I'wilo, was gone. Blinking rapidly, he dragged himself to his feet and stumbled out of the room to find a towel. The little suns continued to wink merrily. The curtains continued to shimmer.

    Stepping from Atrasus's home, I'wilo walked easily through the streets of Silvermoon. He caught sight of a young, proud-looking Blood Knight, shining atop his mount. The elf narrowed his eyes at the giant stranger with suspicion. I'wilo nodded and continued on his way.

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