The Keep

Series includes violence and sex and is not recommended for young readers

The elvish hotel room is dark, but for a few candles. Resting his arm next to Anjasa above his head on the pillow, Jumwa shuts his eyes and shifts slightly, looking pleased. His body glistens slightly in the dark room from light perspiration over his pale blue muscles. Anjasa smiles broadly, rolling on to her side and resting an arm over her chest, playing her fingers across him.

“Mmm.” He groans softly, smiling. “So few women can leave me satisfied before dey go useless.” She laughs softly and nods in agreement. “Jes... women are... borin'. D'ey don't understand what d'ey do right an' what d'ey do wrong. I'd like to think I've adapted, hm…” she speaks breathily, her voice hoarse and scratchy.

His one arm still over his head, he reaches the other across his stomach over to Anjasa, his large fingers touching at her. “Hmm, adapted... jes. No odah elf could take de kind of punishment I give ju for my pleasure, let alone enjoy it.” He shifts slightly, pressing his head back into the pillow as he stretches a little.

Anjasa smiles softly, leaning in and kissing his chest “Jes, well, I learned to adapt or I would have died, hm. Not a hard choice for me... an' after a while, well...” she grins “Sometimes de bad starts to feel very, very good.”

Jumwa's fingers slide up the elfs side slightly, the softness of his touch broken by the rough and hard feeling of his digits. He continues on, as if she never spoke up, in a low almost muttering voice, as if to himself more than her. “I can even tolerate ju and jour voice in de aftahmath... so curious... no urge to have ju rid of or out of my presence.”

She lets out a tiny sound that resembles a contented purr, listening to him as she continues to curl up around him, still stroking her chest. “I'm glad for d'at.” Jumwa smiles wider, his eyes still shut, head inclined back into the pillow, his fingers brushing up and down her side, from her hip up to her armpit. “So... strange. Hmm. I don't need to fake it and yet... it happens. Ju are de most devilish seductress... Evil... Pure evil...” He grins a little to himself, running his hand above his head through his white hair.

She lets out a low, rusty laugh, sighing contentedly. “It would have been funny for ju to have met me before de jail incident... I'm sure ju would have been bored with me within two seconds. So... young an'... inexperienced.”

His broad sculpted chest heaves with low laughter. “Mmm, talent, beauty and charm like jours aren't born... dey are crafted.” He shakes his fingers in his hair a bit, rubbing his scalp. “If I knew ju were out to betray me... I'd want to risk it just to have ju for a while at least. Insidiously evil jour existence is... I love it.”

Smiles and continues to kiss his chest, sighing happily. “I'd have to get a fel of a deal to even flicker with de thought of betrayin' ju, hm. If ju betrayed me...” she laughs coldly. “Jes, well, d'at would be de way I'd go, hm.”

He lowers his hand from his hair down around the elfs naked body, embracing her against his side. Speaking in a low gruff voice. “Ju wont betray me.” His face seems serene for the hulking troll as he relaxes there. “As beautiful and cunning as ju are... I am de best crafted, most fulfilling man ju could evah hope to find. And ju love me madly.”

She lets out a tiny, contented sigh, looking up at him. “I t'ink ju see right through me 'cause we're so alike, hm...” she sighs again, squeezing him. “Ju are vile... dispicable... ju t'ink of t'ings in de most twisted manner. Ju have nothin' on jour mind but ju an' how to dominate further.” She smiles, her voice dripping with love and affection.

His eyelids crack open for a moment, before shutting again, his smile widening as he listens. “If I would... I would love ju and breed ju for what ju are and mean to me. But I would t'ink lessah of ju t'rough it.” He groans happily. “Mmm... I will settle for tying ju up and bringing ju great pain again sometime soon... and watch jour crimson life drip... wit' so much affection.”

Anjasa groans and laughs softly, shivering slightly against his cool body. “If ju are so desperate fer spawn, I can find ju a carrier, hm. See if we can't get de most of ju.” Chuckling with a rumble and heaving from his chest, he mashes her against his side harder. “Just de primal desires stirred by ju.” He pushes her with his strong arms almost on top of him.

She laughs, enjoying being mashed against him, a wide grin on her face. “Besides, who wants a pink troll baby? Pretty much need ta find ju a troll woman. D'at I will promptly kill after she gives birth, of course, hm,” grins, smirking. “Anyone ju'd wanna knock up, hm? Think they got what ju want?”

His chest rumbles again with the relaxed, deep laughter. One of his hands moves down cupping her bottom, the other stretched across his stomach up to the back of her head. “I only have a desire for one... de only one who is wort'y... but I am in no rush for any potentially troublesome heirs, hm?”

She nods. “Give it a few years, an' d'ey'll start t'inkin' d'ey can kill ju an' take what's jours, hm? I mean, d'ey wouldn't succeed, but would be sad fer me ta have ta kill somethin' d'at can from ju, hey.” Smiles softly and hugs him. “'sides, we'd need to hire a nanny, an' we'd probably go through d'at faster d'en I go through panties, hm.”

He breaks into a loud, bellowing laughter again, hefting her up atop of his heaving chest and kisses her deeply, only opening his eyes slightly after. “I enjoy jour company, hmmm...” His eyelids slam shut again. “I'd ravage ju again if I weren't spent. Delightful little vixen.”

Anjasa laughs and grips on to him, quite at home atop his body, yawning softly. “Mmm, what a good night.” He covers much of her back and behind with his thick forearms like a makeshift blanket atop her new bed, him. “It’ll help keep us at ease for de job, hm?”

She sighs softly, smiling sleepily. “We should get breakfast,” she yawns. “I'm starvin' after that” she giggles “an' more d'en a li'l crippled, possibly.”

He rotates his shoulders and stretches his neck, groaning in a semi-yawn. “Too crippled to fetch me breakfast and bring it back here, hmm?” He swats at her ass with a playful, but loud and obviously stinging, slap.

She yalps, laughing. “Ju know I can't cook” she winces at the sting, bursting into another fit of giggles as the morning sun creeps in through a gap in the curtains.