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Her breathless plea made his head snap back as though she had struck him. With wide eyes, he stared down at her as if he couldn't believe what he had heard. Blinking a few times to clear his mind, he took a deep breath before releasing her and stepping back.

“No. I won't hurt you."

She stared at him in shock, panting for air. The next moment, he swayed on his feet, a direct blast of air in his face dazing him. She moved to slip around him, but his hand snatched her arm, spinning her to face him again. Pulling her close, he slid his leg behind hers and pushed her backwards all in a fluid motion. Desperately, she grasped for him before she slammed into the ground.

Placing her hands beside her head, she spun her legs, sending out a spiral of air that would have had the strength to lift him off his feet if she had not been winded. Flipping over, she nimbly landed on her feet, crouched low with her hands out as she readied herself to unleash another blast of air.

Thinking of something far more effective than fighting with her, he turned away from her and placed his foot on top of her bag, making sure something was under his potentially crushing weight.

“No!" she cried out. “Please! Don't break it!"

Casually, he peered at her from the corner of his eye. “And what will you give me for it?"

She swallowed hard and lowered her head in diffidence. “I... have only myself to offer."

A triumphant little smirk tugged at a corner of his mouth. He reached down and withdrew an odd contraption, holding it tightly so that she could not blow it from his grip. “I've never seen a holographic violin. It was a lovely melody. Made it easy to get close."

Those multicolored eyes shot up at him as she realized he had been spying on her before she looked at her feet. Though she tensed when he reached out to her, she held her ground. His fingertips delicately touched her clenched jaw, lifting her head up. Her skin felt like warm silk beneath his rough pads as he caressed her face, gazing into her gorgeous eyes burning with spite... and wet with barely contained terror.

“I spent some time thinking of what I would do to you if I ever caught up to you." Her breath caught, and she grew even more rigid to hide her trembles. “Now, I realize I just want to know your name."

Glowering at him, trying to hide her fear with contempt, she responded tersely. “People call me Zigz."

He shook his head slowly, not looking away from her fascinating eyes. “I didn't ask what people call you."

Even the insects had gone silent. It was tangible. At last she whispered, “Sinoja."

“Now that wasn't so hard."

“Are you going to tell me your name?" she snapped at him.

“Kupper."

“Good, now that we're friends, you can just hand me my instrument…."

He held it up high into the air, tightening his powerful grip even more. His expression grew cold and his deep tone was absolute.

“Strip."

A shudder rode her spine from tip to tip. With great revulsion, she slipped the baggy sweater over her head. The thin strapped shirt under it was perfectly form fitting. She removed it quickly, perhaps thinking the sooner they started the sooner it would be over.

When the tight leggings were around her ankles, the chill caused her to shiver, her nipples furling tightly along with the bumps all over her skin. Kupper allowed his hungry gaze to sweep over her delicious body, and he was well aware of how small and helpless she felt. He could have stared at her all night and not gotten enough. As the elves were flawless, so was she, hourglass and robust as only a H'elfling could.

He suddenly stepped up close to her. She cringed and took a step back, but his hand wrapped around the back of her neck and tangling into her hair, holding her against his punishing lips. He kissed her as if he intended to steal the air from her so she could no longer create those magical gusts. Indeed, it left her breathless.

Dropping the instrument on some hay beside him, he caressed the curve of her body from the top of a breast to her hip, his thumb circling a pink bud before moving on. A tremor ran through her, only barely suppressing a soft moan. She was so warm, so soft, so yielding. There was nothing to stop him from taking what he wanted, from letting that demon have what it wanted from her.

Releasing her was an agony so great that it made him groan. Turning on his heel, he briskly walked from her tempting body. He could only imagine the shock on her face at the moment for he certainly heard it in her voice.

“Wha-what are you doing?"

“You have no coin and I won't take your things, so I just made you repay my pride." Intending for that to be the end of the encounter, he headed for the nearest opening. He would grab his pack which he left outside and be gone from this place.

“Wait."

He stopped but did not turn. If he gazed upon that irresistible body again, he knew he would lose his control.

Perhaps she had not thought he would hear her, or perhaps she had not expected herself to say anything. It took her a brief moment to speak again, a twinge of loneliness in her voice. “It's, uh, it's been a while since I've, uh, had company."

Kupper turned his head slightly but did not look back. “I don't make good company."

Another pause. “You could have done whatever you wanted, but you didn't."

“I'll change my mind if I stay here much longer." There was finality in his growl.

“You... you said you wouldn't hurt me." It was hardly a breath.

He had to take another deep breath, his voice gruffer than he wished. “I did not lie."

“I... don't want to be alone."

Turning on his heel, he stalked towards her. She cringed, startled by his sudden and predatory approach. The hunger in his shining gaze made her breath catch again and she had to look away.

He did not give her the chance to rethink her decision. The grip he had on the back of her neck held her to his lips again. Though she trembled, she did not resist him. Letting out the soft moan this time, her body arched to his touch when his thumb again played with a tight nipple, her skin colder this time. The heat of him radiated through her like the sensual purr that made it easy for his fingers to probe at the growing moistness between her legs. Another shudder ran through her as she moved to meet him, her knees growing weaker the longer he teased her.

When her knees could no longer hold her, he pinned her to the bed roll. Truly she was trapped now, gasping as his lips left hers and traveled down her throat where he could kiss her racing pulse. The scent was stronger the further down her body he traveled, nipping her tender flesh to make her twitch and arch.

The bale of hay was adequately tall enough for him to kneel between her silken thighs, his tongue searing against her slick opening. She was as unable to stop the sounds that came from her as she was to stop the sensations he caused her. Her fingers were buried in his hair, not sure whether she wanted more or to push him away.

There was no going back at this point. The ache was in his whole body. No matter how she reacted, his body needed hers and that was all this was going to be. Still tense, she squirmed when he pressed himself to her opening with a soft, “uhh," but he did not let her finish the thought.

As he had told many a nervous human companion, he did not break his toys. Saying that just didn't feel right in this moment, so he bit at the delicate curve of her shoulder, and her resistance melted. The heat of her tight passage made it his turn to shudder. Precise movements pressed him further into her body, filling her slowly.

She was gripping his arms that held him up on either side of her, though he wasn't sure if she wanted to push him away or encourage him. It didn't really matter. He was already sheathed within her delicious body, taking what he wanted. Whether he held her down or not made no difference. Either way she was powerless to his driving desire, open to him, slick for him.

Countless encounters over centuries had taught him just what it took, his thrusts strong and skillful. She breathed erratically, her primal moans filling his ears. At first he sank his teeth against the curve of her neck before his mouth punished hers, his tongue invading her as easily as his gender. He knew each time she reached climax under him-- when her body held him tighter, when he needed to muffle her voice with his lips, when her toes curled and her body melted. The velvet purr he could produce caused her entire body to quiver each time, her eyes rolled up to somewhere else.

The sweat beaded on their skin despite the chill. As he felt himself draw nearer to his release, the rhythmic smacking of their flesh became nearly as loud as she was. Whether she wanted it or not, he purred again and his hot seed flooded into her.

They were both panting, her body still twitching under him. He withdrew from her, sitting back with his arm over his knee, staring up at the dark ceiling of the barn. A plank was missing up there. The stars twinkled brightly, perfectly content with what he had done. Why couldn't he be like the stars?

She stirred, sitting up slowly to look at him. He suddenly stood, startling her.

“Where are you going?" she asked softly as he pulled his pants up.

“Somewhere else."

Starting toward the opening, her gentle voice made his legs feel like anchors.

“Please stay. It's almost dawn. You might as well get some sleep. It... was why you came here to start with, wasn't it?"

Could he really stay here after what he had done? He had not intended for any of this to begin with. Looking back at her, he struggled with the same demon that had started this and it told him to stay. Her delectable body was so warm and inviting. He could get lost in those alluring eyes of hers. Perhaps he could even have her again….

“Not a lot of space on your bed."

The hint of a smile brightened her face. “Plenty of space on the floor," she returned with sweet sarcasm.

The floor was exactly where he found himself, that soft body of hers snuggled against the curve of him. It didn't take her long to find her way into the realm of dreams, but the void eluded him. It played tricks with him until the world outside began to wake, the barn growing bright. With a soft sigh, he gently drew away from her.

Pausing at the opening, he took a deep breath. Centuries of this. Avoiding people. Always moving. Belonging nowhere. An ageless mongrel, as alien to his own kind as he was among the simple little natives. How much longer would he do this?