• Completed • -‡- Leather and Lust -‡- ll (Graded,mature)

More leather working and time spent learning common with his slave girl. -Partial nudity and sensual bliss involved-

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-‡- Leather and Lust -‡- ll (Graded,mature)




Vhalar 6th 719

-‡- The weather was growing colder. A few days it was cold enough to stay bundled up in the furs with the nearby warmth of a womans' body within reach, one who could be brought against oneself to drink of her bodies warmth with the entangling of limbs and shivering muscles. Yet, it was still a warm climate, and as the sun would come out near the heights of it's reach in the passing skies, the warmth from it would be within the air, and the distant currents that an avriel could see were currents that began to mesmerize him during a phase of relaxation. Whisperings of such winds that could as well loiter upon his relaxing attentions, allowing the defiants' mind to befriend it further as he spent time listening to it's whims and ways to perceive things in another perspective than his own, youthful knowings.

Yet, the whisperings of the elemental were not those of a god, or an immortal, or anything so powerful enough to fear as if it was one. Coroth thus, was content enough to make friends with such whisperings that came and went with the passing of the winds along the face of the spire he resided in. Even now, it was baiting him to join it in flight, and bask in the openness of the air that he could fly within and revel in the freedom where restrictions were non existant if he relied on it's current, and the directions of it's flow. It was almost becoming a buddy of his, one who enjoyed the freedom of the skies, one who was there to add power to his wings to enhance his speed. It was also becoming known to him through a prior experience, just the prior day, that it became a continual wind that would be present beneath his wings, allowing him to glide through the expanse of the skies with barely the need to push down upon the air beneath them to keep him in flight.

A chuckle began to emanate from his lungs. There was not the strength and broad expanse of someone who was aged and grown in years of muscle bearing the sounds of his mirth. But the still growing youth of an avriel who was still lithe with sprouting cords of muscles that were just beginning to become strong enough to ripple against concealing ochroid flesh. Flesh that wasn't perfect, nor did he truly want to understand what perfect was in the eyes of the female avriel, for they were not frequently come upon. And the ones who were seemed to be taken by another of his kind. There were older ones, within the nests tending to the young, but he was too young for them. Perhaps in the future he would come upon one whom he could love and share himself with. Would she need to be a wondrous beauty he would sometimes ask himself? Lola was quite beautiful. And he spent enough time with her to know she liked him, and the way he looked and treated her.

The wind arose again to his ears, as if paying attention to his thoughts and wonderings. Plighting for him to get up, and head to the city to seek such a woman. Where else would he find one except in Athart? Anywhere else would be a very rare encounter if he left the city. Thus it was, as he sat there, with his feet crossed upon the others' furred ankle that his eyes lowered to the stone banister that they were perched upon. Such fur was soft to the touch, though they were short in length, they seemed to encover the lower portion of his legs and grew well onto the top of his feet in a deep darkened tone of blue, similar to his feathers. Feet that were longer in a way than that of a humans, different than lolas for sure.

Suddenly, her voice reached his ears from within the entrance to his cove. Soft and careful to his attention so he could hear her, but not be disturbed from his thoughts. It was as she approached him, and lowered herself onto her knees at his side that he would turn his amber gaze upon her. Such a beautiful young creature. They were known to surpass the beauty of their elders by huge margins at times. She was no exception. Though, there were some who had a second chance with their beauty when they entered the decade before they would begin to degrade and grow noticeably older with wrinkles, aging flesh, and whitening hair.

A pleased smile grew onto his lips as she joined his company. He wasn't truly able to relax for too long upon the balcony. Avriels had a mindset that kept them from spending too much time on such matters. Perhaps his friendship with the winds was abstaining him from leaving, and was hypnotizing him to draw upon his discipline and learn how to converse with it more normally. Lola though, barely spoke much Dhasin. Only what he could teach her, which turned out to be base commands of a Master upon his slave. Such words that would be needed to be known if he were to leave her, and another avriel would need to care for her. Or if he would put her in one of the nests in Athart for a time whilst he would be away.

Yet, she was fluent in common, and always grew a proud smile that lit up a twinkle within her eyes, and the appearance of her beauty along with it when she was able to teach him a word or two. They thus learned from each other through the two languages out of habit from living with one another. Coroth though, did not set it as a priority to quickly learn. The more his excursions on patrols with the shadow wings continued, the more he realized it would come in handy though. None to mention how many times he had come upon humans in his adolescent years and knew not what to say to them.

"Here I am, Master!" Lola spoke after he gesticulated for her to approach him. The subtle fall of her garments were not as accentuating upon her as some slave girls he'd seen in the markets at higher prices. But he wasn't sure what the future would hold for him, and did not feel it worth spending money on silks, jewelry, and other accessories he'd seen upon other slaves so they could be walked in public and shown off. Instead, lazy eyes awakened to appeal to his natural instincts to view her beauty. Feeling his heart race and quicken that was causing him to awaken all the more. He already knew what was concealed beneath her garments, but eyeing what flesh was exposed drew his attentions just as easily. Mesmerizing himself with the delicious sight of her skin along one of her arms as it was missing any blemishes or marrings that would darken or leave it ugly for him to gaze upon. Another reason he took her not to the markets. If he left her alone, another avriel Master might come along, and beat her for whatever reason he chose.

"Here, Master, your tools," such words were spoken as she knew she was to obey and remain in obeisance to him. Her tone was still sweet and submitting to him, fulfilling her small chore when he had used the word tools and leather together in Dahsin, then she in turn repeated such, and then again in common for him to hear the difference. None the less, his smile gradually faded away, for in her lap she had indeed brought him his tools for leathering, and a bundle of hide and furs that he had earlier had her gather. His feet thus were drawn from their perch on the balcony and drawn towards him. Thick lenghts of leather from his pteruges slid and were shifted beneath at his lap and along his thighs as he moved. Flexations along his abdominals clenching easily as there was no fat in the way along the rigid expanse of his physique. The fur along his ankles were set outside of her folded thighs. Letting their softness brush along her uncovered flesh where her tunic was short enough to reach above the middle of her thighs. Their sinful curvings were eyed as he gazed along their prestigious appearance to the work that was awaiting him above within her lap. A sigh of gratitude and purpose passed through his lungs to whisper through his lips as he remorsefully put such lusts off for another time.

There were a few strips of fur that he had cut away a prior day, two or three of them were lifted up by deft fingers for them both to look over, gauging which color of fur would look best with her tone of flesh, and the darkness of her hair that even now was resting obediently upon her shoulders. Though, with the thought, a deaf wind sneakily lifted from beyond, swept in, and toyfully joined in with his thoughts, causing her dark tendrils to drift along the back of her shoulder, then lured some of their lengths to leap around the smooth flesh of her shoulders corner to fall into place in front of her. Bothering the material that hung from her shoulders as it fluttered into a fall and slowed to a still as the breeze passed on. Within, he quietly thanked the spirit for luring lolas beauty further alive with such a movement. A smile appealingly eyeing the matter instead of the furs. Though subtle, the magi revealed to him a manner of its' use.

After another few moments of deciding, he laid a length of cream colored fur upon her other shoulder, letting the light weight of it comfort her further with its' softness. Drawing his appraisal upon the way it was a different hue than her flesh, yet softer in nature, and more luring to his eye than the darker lengths of fur she had also brought him. These others were tossed onto a nearby rooting of rock that would suffice to hold them for the time till they could be picked up later. Some of them were mere portions of the furs they slept in. Lengths of leather that hung from his own waist swished between his thighs, and shifted from where they hung at his belt. The thick leather pleats were felt weighing down over his lap to further conceal his loins, and the warm furs that he was seated upon. There though, was a secret that lola had grown to become familiar with when she watched him. A secret that won him a demuring curl along her lips. Lips that she had nothing to darken in hue or tone with. But still were noticeable as she patiently knelt in front of him as if some statue for him to use to hold things this way or the other as he worked.

Behind him, his wings were flexed. The great lengths were easily folded in and amongst each other, like a gathered folding of feathers, stronger lengths of fur, and an overture of dark blue linings that cradled him in it's comforts of soft rigidness. Sometimes they were leaned into like the backings of a chair. The endings able to be propped against the ground behind him like stands. They though, were not like his arms, and had no hands to reach from their ends with. Instead, whilst reaching out to place the fur upon her shoulder, his fingers pinched at the knot of fabric that kept her tunic bound upon her. A moment was spent slowly gauging which woven loop was the loose one with soft testing tugs. In another moment, it was pulled upon, his fingers delving into the normal weave of fabric to reveal to him the beauty of her flesh. Cleansed, as she had recently bathed for him earlier in the morning. The scent of soaps, and perhaps some oil greeted his breaths that he had acquired for her, to further enhance her beauty with his every breath. Some dew became noticeably still upon her as miniscule glistening reflections caught his eye as the delectable curviture of her pert mounds were led to be exposed.

Lolas eyes enlargened, some in embarrassment, some in stark hatred for knowing already what he at times sought to do with her. There was also the rise of her breaths, and the arce in her back that led them higher into the air as she held her next breath of air due to unknowing anticipation. Letting the wind have a moment to sneak between them, and tumble along the planes of her flesh with a cooling weave upon warmth in carressment. The coolness caused a slow demurement of her candy like pink auroras to begin to be dotted with small pebbles of flesh that led to a large one that piqued his eyeing attention. All the more so, the soft appearance of the winds currents passing over her flesh was his to see alone, dazzling him further with it's hues and unifying movements.

Another breath was forcefully taken in by his own lungs. Knowing well what he began to want to do with ease. Yet, determining himself to hold to his will power as he did this for a reason. The creamy fur upon her shoulder was deftly plucked from it's hang above. And taken up by his other hand. The lengths of it were pulled around such a display of beauty that he disliked the notion of concealing them already. Yet, they were not new to his eyes, and he argued not with himself as the fur was eased around along her slender sides. The feel of her ribs being brushed along with fur hidden fingers.

"lola..hold..," Words were spoken in common, a word he had learned from her to use, yet still in a commanding tone with a suave lure of his tongue. She understood him, as his lorien tongue led it to be spoken in a manner more ancient than that of her human predecessors. Her movements were soft and delicate as she folded her arms at the elbows behind her, her hands reaching to touch beneath his own to press the fur to her body, and conceal her womanly assets from sight. Her eyes twinkling up at him as she patiently obeyed. Fawning at what he was going to use the furs for. Upon her. =‡=
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            -‡- Demurely, the avriel in front of her eyed her with eyes that were of another color, different than those of a human, humans whom she had grown up with and had raised. Humans who had attacked her family during their mercantile travels and killed them. He though, had saved her, and kept her for himself. She thus, had remained indebt to him for saving her, and had a tendency to swoon to the depths of her heart before him, and beneath his touch. It was all the more so, when his mind had turned his attentions upon the furs he was working on. Using her own body as the prop to adjust the size and how he should mend it to fit. For, in truth, he had never really done such a thing. He was still learning the craft of leather for his armor. Embroidering something for her, was something for her to take up as a skill instead.

            A smirk appeared upon his lips, a malice of a whim as a source of humor riddled his handsome features. The length of fur was not wide, wider than a belt, but it was proving to be more than wide enough to conceal some of her flesh. Purposes of comfort over the pelts softness was intentfully in his mind. Abashedly, he tugged the pelt from her pinning fingers, her wits cooperatively, and silently releasing the fur from her smaller digits with a saddened sigh in her little breath. An end of it was tossed around the arce of her back. Leaning forward, he quickly swept the rippling muscles along his arm beneath her own, and around her back to catch at it before it'd begin its' fall from the throw. The ends were then drawn around her back so the endings were led in front of her instead. The two ends were long enough to overlap over her heart. Eyes of a twining amber were narrowed as he imagined one matter whilst gazing at his constructive whims.

            After another moment, he pulled at the soft furs, causing a swell of flesh beneath to increase, and lure his eyes wider in appreciation. One of her precious fingers was grasped into the palm of his own, leading her fingertip to hold the furs in place against herself. He then picked through the handful of tools on the ground between them. Unrolling a thin layer of hide that had loops and pockets woven into it with one tool or another that leathercrafters used in their skill. A sharp blade was brought forth, small in length, and led to the ends of the work in progress above. Lolas' eyes widened in partial fear, but she trusted him after another moment. Her lips being drawn inwards as her teeth pried down upon the pink lined tiers, causing them to whiten beneath the pressure. The blade was brought to the ends, and with his own fingers he began to delicately cut at the fur where he decided enough should be removed so the two ends of the fur would not overlap at all. But instead, would leave a wide enough gap to expose the valley of her flesh for his own personal reasons. It took only moments. But in the end, the reasoning was what he would tell others. But secretly, he had cut away too much by mistake. He was new at this, after all.

            The blade was returned to the toolset below. A breath blown out as if to get over the perverse ordeal that would assure that such a beautiful creature would be enjoyed during the short expanse of her youth. He then, swept up a scrap of the reptilian leather from the pelt he had hunted for the prior season. Some of it was still left over and useable. He had decided to make a small outfit for lola from it. Fur and leather were two commodities that he had plenty of to do so with.

            The pelt was brought over his two thighs, The underside of it facing upwards where he could mark upon the surface easier than on the rougher, scaled side that had been exposed to the waters and air for it's lifetime. His voice then rose up as if he were to become her instructor, and she one of his pupils that would assist him in the crafting of her own outfit. A curl of humor upon his lips as he toyed with her humility, and bid her comply as if to assure her that such matters were of little worth to fuss about, or speak about to him at all.

            "Place furs over this," Coroth spoke in Dahsin, and awaited her to comply and understand with his gesturing. Her deft little fingers hesitating for a moment, as if grasping what he was saying in Dahsin, and translating it in the boggle of her mind into common. The furs were slipped along the slenderness of a back that was not well fed for a slave, but many human girls did not eat much at all anyways. The length of fur was then lifted upwards as her other hand took up the dangling end and led the warmed pelt to lay over the hide on his thighs. Causing a shift of her flesh along her figurine that his eyes chose to gaze upon as if she were some mystical being to share his company with and enjoy. The details of which he could hardly begin to reject, or deny in their beauty. Nor seek to truly explain, or had a mind that was able to.

            "Place…fur, here?" She meakly spoke to him. Afraid some that she was not understanding correctly, but devoted enough to do as he bid him and learn. He watched her enter a most submissive position as she was kneeling, and leant forward towards him so. And he chose to keep her in that pose for a time after. Having her hold the furs in place with the leathers with a patting of her hands that led to smoothening pets of appreciation.

            Another tool was taken from the set below after a few moments of praising her. A sharp tool that could poke through leather and fur with enough force. There were different sizes of the tool, and he chose one that he could lace a strand of hide through. After attempting to make the holes line up, he discovered that a single hole poker was not the perfect tool if he wanted it to turn out symmetrically perfect. He though, decided it was not important. It was for lola after all. Though it could be sold if someone saw it on her, and wanted one too.

            He tried to measure the bottom of the fur with the leather pelt, and decided, before he was even through, that it would have been better to prepare it better before hand with more cutting. For afterwards, the leather still had portions that were not precisely cut, and would need to be shaved away. He then took up a cord of leather, and began sewing the two pieces together at their bottoms, joining the leather to be on the outside of the fur. The fur thus became a soft, comforting garmenture that would cover her lower chest.

            Afterwards, he fitted it again against lola's body. And had to decide how best to make it further. For it really was his first female top he'd create. He decided to leave the strip of pelt to appear wide enough to wrap around her upper body, like a belt, or harness, that led to the front of her sternum. More holes were poked through the ends, so another set of cords could be used to tie the ends together, pillowing her flesh in the process if he strained to tighten them with greed. He'd then remove it from her one more time when he was through. His mind lost in thought and planning in the craft had forgotten about her sensitivities, and quickly slid the soft furred garment from her curvituress with a dextrous pull. A sound of a quick gasp of a breath was taken in through her lips as her youthful flesh endured such. Her arms came up to cover her chest, and press against the sensitive mounds of flesh that had been so distraught with sensations so quickly. Her eyes being drawn to by his own as the whites of them appeared in their widened state that her bodies reactions caused to enlargen.

            Then, some of the reptilian leather was shaved off along the front beyond the lacings, in a curviture that adhered to her womanly assets, yet did pry upon such flesh within when it would be tied together. He was still learning how to carve at leather, and made a few mistakes that made it appear a little ugly. What could have been an addition to the pieces beauty, became a desperate battle with blade against leather to figure out how to keep it with some curve like appearance, and not make the same mistakes too many more times. Or he'd run out of leather, and have to do the belt portion again.

            More holes were poked through the top length of the leather when such was completed, and into the fur beneath to seal it into one piece. When he was through, he allowed her to wear it instead of the cheap remnants of her tunic that she had worm since they'd been together. The remnants of which she kept about her waist afterwards as a means of a skirt.

            Unknown to Coroth, but known well to lola, another addition was needed to remedy the wrap around garment of fur and leather. With a dubious look, she suddenly remembered what more it would make to assure it would not fall away whilst it was worn. Something he knew nothing about in the least. Thus, she lifted a finger and motioned for him to wait. Her voice whispering such a word in common, for she knew it not in lorien, or dehasin. Coroth in turn upturned a brow, "wait?" Trying the word out with his own tongue in a louder voice.

            She in turn, hurriedly took up the hole poker tool, and pried it at the top portions of the fur that reached highest upon her chest. Letting the needle press through till her nimbler fingers forced it to cut a hole and come out on the other side. A prideful curl of a smile lifted upon her lips, eyes quickly leaping to her master to ensure he was not angry with her for doing so with his tools. When she was done making two holes on each side, some of the leather cord was unraveled, and tied into the ends of one side of the furred garment, then looped over the back of her neck to weave it to the other side of the garmenture. The cord was cut away with another tool that Coroth trusted her with to use. He though recalled well that some owners didn't let a slave use any tools or weapons at all.

            In another moment, the ends were tied, and the top would be held up to keep it from sliding away if she moved the wrong way whilst wearing it. Happily she tested it out by pivoting herself about in her still kneeling position. Coroth meanwhile leaned back to a more comfortable perch upon his seat. An exhalting breath slowly passing through the partition of his lips as he watched, and gazed upon her most fondly. Not only at the crafting that they had worked upon with each other, but also at the beautiful young woman who wore it. For she was quite a breath taking one to keep his eyes upon.

            "I like.. I like it!" Nodding enthusingly to him as her smile lit up her features with glee, her words came out in common at first, catching herself, and repeating it in Dahsin for him. Coroth in turn smiled with her contagious mirth. His hands were sent forth to draw her towards him, her own arms reaching forth for a conjoining embrace. The lure of the winds wanted to join in again, ever having become a friend of his this day before she had joined them on the balcony. The feel of the breeze felt in its' cool passing between their bodies. Perhaps it bugged him, for the dark blue of his wings folded inwards around the couple. Protecting her from the winds, and himself so the warmth of their bodies could fuse, and her gratitude could be more solely felt and enjoyed. Eyes would moisten some from the depths of his soul at the feel of such emotions shared with her. Yet he knew not the words to describe them, and knew that if they were what he thought they were, then they should only be shared with another avriel woman. Such an affliction caused him to hold her all the more closer, regaling in the softness of her body as it was welcomed against his own.
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                      You've got very descriptive writing, it made it interesting to get inside Coroths head and as a reader I could really "see" what was happening. The font was a little too bright but nothing that detracted from the story, overall a good job and a nice insight to a master/slave relationship with an Avriel.
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