A Cursed Love (18+ Private) hal7283 & Shisu-Chan

[hal7283]

Gildir could see that Wryn was upset, but not for the reason he thought. Wryn seemed to be feeling guilty for forcing him into the situation which in truth Gildir derived guilty satisfaction from. To say that Gilidr was having conflicted feelings about the whole situation would be an understatement, as each drip of tear flowing down Wryn's cheek felt like a needle stuck in his heart, which in turn made his eyes water as well. There seemed to be no scenario where Wryn wouldn't feel hurt. The sudden kiss on his cheek made him blush and forget about crying, and he began to consider how should he deal with the situation. At this point all he could do was damage control and maybe, just maybe, take the first step to win over his beloved father's heart.

 

"Father, please stop apologizing." Gildir said as he got up from his seat and walked up to Wryn, he reached for Wryn and held his adopted father in his arms, resting his head on Gildir's shoulder he said: "There is nothing you should apologize for. If you hadn't send your dragon to protect me, you would've stood a better chance against that creature, and then maybe you wouldn't have got cursed. So if there's anyone who should apologize, it's me. It's all my fault."

 

Gildir pulled away slightly to look at Wryn, trying to look as sincere as possible while simultaneously conceal part of his motivations: "I said it before and I will say it again. I love you, Father, and you are the most beautiful thing in the world to me. You raised me up and treated me like your own. I owe everything to you. It may sound weird but I am... I am even glad that I stayed and we slept together. I am glad that I was able to save your life. The trip to the sea is going to be a long one, and there's no way to tell where or when the effect of the curse would kick in again. There could be no people around, or worse, the wrong people around when the effect hits you and you'll be helpless. Only I can always be at your side and halt the curse whenever needed. Please father, let me help you. Give me the chance to help make things right, if only to repay just a tiny fraction of my debt to you. I mean, we've already done it once. What harm can a few more times do?

[Shisu-Chan00]

Wryn felt the stinging of tears in his eyes as they dripped down his cheeks. His arms wiping them away as they came only for new ones to take their place. He felt horrible, his innocent son was ruined because of him. Something like this wasn’t something they were supposed to do as father and son. He knew this and he knew that it was probably all his fault that Gildir was thrown into this situation anyway. He was guilty for not being able to help the villagers, for having a wet dream about his son, and for having sex with him as well. He felt horrible and he knew that Gildir’s mother would slap him if she were alive.

 

Gildir’s words were like a whisper as he stood and walked up to him hugging him. Wryn blinked a few times with a soft hiccup hugging him back lightly accepting the warmth and comfort that came with it. He hid his face in Gildir’s shoulder feeling his chest was heavy, like it was going to explode. When Gildir said it was all his fault Wryn shook his head lightly as Gildir pulled away. “no…” he whispered softly as he wiped away the last of his own tears but Gildir wasn’t done speaking.

 

Wryn looked up at him, his eyes watery from crying and he realized that Gildir was taller than him. Not by much but he was, his shoulders were broad, strong. Wryn’s eyes flicked away from him as he felt guilty for even checking out his son in such a way. He whimpered softly as he heard Gildir say he loved him. Gildir was even…glad? That they had slept together? Why? Why was he glad to save him in such a way…to hold his father who raised him up from infancy like that? Wouldn’t it have been weird to him?

 

Then again Gildir was right once more. The trip would be long, and dangerous. He wouldn’t be able to go by himself and there weren’t that many towns on the way there so he could be left by himself with no way to halt the curses developments and he would die. Or even worse…a group of men could take advantage of him because he was in such a horrible state. He felt a light chill over his skin and he pulled his robes closer as he heard Gildir practically beg him to make things right.

 

“Gildir I…” He started but closed his mouth and looked away. “You’re…the most logical choice. It’s just…not normal. I don’t…I didn’t want to take away your first time…” He looked up to Gildir his eyes watery. “You have no reason to think this is your fault. I love you too but…the way you say it…..doesn’t seem you love me as…well as I love you.” He spoke slowly and hugged his waist. He shook his head and ran a hand through his hair, “Listen…you’re right. I can’t go without you…I would much rather…have you than a stranger. I just…if you’re…if we are going to you know….” He trailed off and bit his lip a minute before he flicked his golden eyes up to meet Gildirs. “Can you…could you call me by my name instead of father while we are doing it…? I don’t think I can if…if you’re calling me by that title.” He blushed darkly and looked away from him once more.

 

“I know its weird you’ve never called me by my name before but I just…I wouldn’t feel so bad if I didn’t see you as…as a son.” He felt a tear slide down his cheeks and he wiped it away angrily. He was pissed he couldn’t stop crying, couldn’t stop feeling so…well…awful. “I just…if you called me by my name…I wouldn’t feel so awful when we sleep together.” He smiled softly and reached up lightly brushing hair from Gildir’s eyes, “I just…what harm could a few more times do right…? It already happened…” He smiled softly and ruffled his hair with a soft chuckle.

[hal7283]

Gildir's body stiffened for moment when Wryn said that the nature of their love for each other differed, which was obviously the truth. It's perhaps inevitable in situation like this for Gildir's true feelings for his adopted father to leak out, but he wasn't courageous enough to confess his love to Wryn yet. As Gildir listened it became clear that neither of them is going to feel completely comfortable nor guiltless about it all, but gladly Wryn did came around to the idea of letting him help with the curse from now on.

 

"Calling you by name.... that's gonna take a bit of getting used to, among other things." Gildir showed a weak smile as he took a step away from Wryn and said:"How about we get back to our dinner? I'm starving." Gildir got back to the table and waited for Wryn to sit down before digging back to his plate. He kept silent at first, as the air of awkwardness was still lingering strongly over their heads. He then start to talk about the journey ahead, on the things they need to pack with them. Despite the circumstances, Gildir found him self a bit excited, as he had never ventured beyond the confine of the forest. Seeing the world with Wryn at his side was certainly not a bad prospect.

 

After the meal Gildir cleaned up the dishes and got back to his room packing, which took a surprisingly short amount of time since he was used to being out in the woods for a long period without coming back home to resupply. It was at that moment did he realize that he didn't get the chance to clean himself up, and since he'd unlike to get another chance for a while when they set out, he decided to go and treat himself for a nice bath. Sometimes latter he reemerged from the bathroom feeling cleaned and refreshed, with his body still emanating heat and his hair still rather wet. It will take a little time for him to cool off before he could go to sleep, so he went to Wryn's room and knocked on the door: "Hey father, can I help out with anything?"

[Shisu-Chan00]

It seemed to take a lot of contemplation but Wryn and Gildir were able to make a compromise. He was more than happy to make a compromise long as the two of them would be alright with the idea of it all. Sure Wryn wasn’t 100% okay with Gildir sleeping with him but he would rather be saved by his son who seemed to not mind than be touched by a different stranger every time it happened. The thought made a shiver run down his spine and he felt sickened just to think about it. Gildir was still not his favorite option but it would have to do.

 

Wryn felt a light wince when Gildir seemed a little apprehensive about calling him by name but of course that would make sense. He had been calling him father since he could talk and now Wryn was asking him to call him by his name when they…did things together. HE smiled a little however, putting the thoughts aside to eat dinner. “Yes I’m starving. Let’s eat.” He sat back down and started to eat silence lingering over them. Before too long they started to talk and everything was back to normal. They were laughing, conversing about the new events to come and figuring out packing arrangements.

 

After the meal Wryn and Gildir cleaned and then put away left over food. Wryn went back to his room and started to pack up the things he would need as well as sitting down to write a letter to the elders about his absence for some time. Wryn could hear the bathroom door shut after a little while and he assumed that Gildir had took it upon himself to bathe before they headed out. Wryn was just finishing his letter when he heard a faint knock on his door, his head lifted and he sat the pen down before sighing. “Come in.” He smiled softly and turned in his chair to look at the door. “I’m mostly finished packing…I just have to get this letter to the elders and then I’m set. I’ve got enough stuff we should be alright without stopping in a town to replenish for awhile.” He stretched his arms over his head in an exhausted yawn. “Its already pretty late…I think we should enjoy our beds one last good time before we leave for awhile what do you think? I know I’m tired.” He Smiled softly and stood up from his desk grabbing the letter and folding it in half.

 

“On our way out of town tomorrow morning I’ll slip this into their mail so they don’t have enough time to guilt me into staying.” He chuckled a little and sat the letter on his bedside table before sitting down on his bed looking at Gildir.

[hal7283]

"Yeah you're right..." Gildir said as he walked towards Wryn and sat down beside him. Looking blankly at the room door. Even though he knew what Wryn said was right, that they should probably enjoy their beds when they still have the chance, and that they should probably get as much rest as possible since the journey in front of them would be a very, very long one. But he just wasn't quite ready to go to sleep yet. Everything that happened that day, fighting the creature, sleeping with Wryn, treating the wounded and then coming back talking about it all with him. He was excited about going on a journey, but also afraid. He was glad that he was able to sleep with Wryn, but also felt guilty. All of these were a bit too much for his relatively young brain to process, and created a huge swirling mess in his mind. While being by Wryn’s side wouldn’t solve such problems, for some reason he just felt a bit reassured seeing Wryn well again.

 

Gildir then moved his gaze to Wryn's bed, remembering how just a few hours ago he and Wryn had sex on it. "Umm... father?" With a sudden realization Gildir asked a bit hesitantly: "Did you remember to change the bed cover? Cause... you know... we kind of made a mess on it?" Gildir wouldn't mind sleeping on a bed with sweat and cum all over it if the said sweat and cum came from Wryn, and in fact he didn't mind one bit when they just had sex all covered in sweat and cum, and Wryn was snuggling against him. Not to mention that due to his line of work he often get in contact with a lot of less than pleasant fluids, which made his standards for clean far lower than the average Elf. But he doubt Wryn had the same tolerance for such things, since hygiene is a important part in all kinds of healing, magical or otherwise.

 

"You can sleep on my bed if you like, I can sleep on the couch. Or maybe...." Gildir said a bit hesitantly: "Or maybe we can sleep on my bed together... Not that kind of sleeping of course, just... you know... rest....”

[Shisu-Chan00]

Wryn watched as Gildir agreed with him ad walked his way and sat down next to him. He didn’t know what but he could tell something was bothering Gildir. It wasn’t very often that Gildir even came into his room. He knew that the fact they had slept together was probably on his mind and the fact that it was just hours ago was also probably there. He felt bad for the younger elf who would have to sit and think about these things without real answers to them. He wanted to make the memories go away, to take the curse off but that wouldn’t give for a good story. His golden eyes watched GIldir who seemed like he wanted to leave the room yet didn’t at the same time. He was abuot to ask something when Gildir’s eyes moved to his bed and he broke the silence instead.

 

Wryn peered back to the bed and blushed lightly, “Ah…no I forgot to. I woke up and honestly thought I had had a dream or something and was going to clean it later.” He shook his head and covered his cheeks with a sigh. He was so forgetful sometimes it seemed. He found it also embarrassing he had forgotten to change it and now Gildir had noticed and even asked. He knew he should have done it because sweat and cum coated the sheets he had laid in earlier that day. Of course it was mostly dry so it was harder to realize specially if he had thought it was a dream rather than an actual event that occurred.

 

The next words from Gildir were a little interesting. Wryn lifted his gaze and looked to his son who had offered to share a bed with him. Wryn smiled gently, “Is something bothering you Gildir? You only ask for me to sleep with you when you have a lot going on…you used to ask when you were little all the time. Specially when you had a bad day with the village kids.” He tilted his head resting his elbow on his knee. “I’ll sleep with you if you like? Cleaning the sheets at the moment will be more hassle and I’ll stay up later in order to clean them. Long as you don’t mind sleeping with me of course. Like old times. It’ll just be for one night anyway…” He trailed off and looked at his lap playing with the end of his robes.

[hal7283]

Gildir looked at Wryn's reaction when he pointed out the issue with the bed sheets and understandably, Wryn was embarrassed. Part of him pondered whether he should volunteer to wash the bed sheet for Wryn, only to hide it away as some sort of memorabilia of the first time they had sex. But quickly he rejected the idea since that was just all kinds of wrong and dirty. And it's not like such things would be rare in the futre, since he would certainly create a lot more mess with Wryn in the days to come. Their gazes met when Wryn turned to look at him, and Gildir couldn't help but blush out of embarrassment by what Wryn said and huffed: "That was decades ago! And for some races it's quite literally a lifetime! I was just being nice not wanting you to sleep on dirty bed sheets!“

 

Gildir seemed upset, only to chuckle a moment latter and said: “But honestly, it does reminds me of the time when I was still little, I was practically attached to you.” Gildir said as he looked up, his gaze pierced through time and space and remembered how back when he was still little Wryn looked like to his innocent eyes: powerful, massive, and majestic, the kind of man he wanted to be like when he grow up. He then turned his gaze back at Wryn, and reaffirmed just how much his gaze towards his adopted father had changed.

 

With the conversation coming to an end, Gilidr hopped off the bed and said: “Anyway, I’m gonna wait in my room. I’ll likely asleep before you finish with your bed sheets so I’m gonna say it now: Goodnight, father. Sweet dreams.”

[Shisu-Chan00]

Wryn blushed lightly and looked away with a light chuckle. “Yes, it was forever ago…but I remember it like it was yesterday.” He shrugged a little and looked over to Gildir who seemed to be thinking about something as well. Possibly reliving the past or something. It was sort of cute, the fact that he was thinking about those days long ago. When his little body would curl against Wryn’s and they would talk a little before his small frame passed out against him. He would just run his hands through his hair soothing him to sleep. Sometimes he would get scared of the storms when he was very young and would be with him.

 

He had indeed been practically stuck to his side when he was younger. Always wanting to be apart of his work. Always wanting to be helpful in any way that he could be. He remembered it so very well and he wanted so badly to go back to those days. When everything was so simple and couldn’t get messed up by them. He felt so dumb for ruining their family bond…now it was all over. This wasn’t so simple anymore.

 

He peered over to Gildir and nodded lightly, “Okay…I’m just going to let them soak for tonight. They need it.” He stood and started taking off the sheets an moved to put them in the hamper by his bed. “I’ll be in before you know it really.” He smiled softly and grabbed the hamper heading to their laundry room. He pushed the sheets into the water and started to clean them, pulling up his sleeves to do it. He had soap up to his elbows by the time he was finished with it and putting them back into the water to soak for the night. He stood and let the water fall from his fingers shaking them off as he went. He was ready to get into bed, ready to be asleep for while without the thoughts lingering in his mind.

[hal7283]

As soon as Gildir left Wryn's field of vision he began to run, well, actually more like speed walking since he didn't want to make too much noise. He quickly returned to his room and started to clean the place in a frenzy. It was bad enough when Wryn found his room in a mess when he came and woke him up this morning, and now he was going to sleep here? As happy he was about the idea he was also terribly nervous, not much different from a teenager inviting his girlfriend to his room for the first time. Eventually Gildir cleaned the room to an acceptable level, after one last glance of the space he sighed in relief, then he leaned back towards the bed and let gravity take care of the rest.

 

Gildir landed on the mattress and stretched his limbs, letting out a groan as relaxed. With the lights off and windows shut, the room was near pitch black, but Elves have pretty good vision at night so he could still make out the beams on the ceiling. With the exception of some bugs buzzing outside it was completely quiet, and inevitably his mind began to drift back to what happened earlier, the sight of Wryn naked and moaning sensually under him, the touch of his skin, softness of his lips, the smell of their weat and cum, and of course the heat and tightness of Wryn's rear. It didn't take long for Gildir's member to gain hardness and Gildir decided that a boner was the least he needed at that moment.

 

He turned on his side and shifted to the far end of the bed, leaving space for Wryn when he come to sleep, then he began to count sheep like never before. If there was such a thing as sheep counting contest then Gildir would certainly be a champion that night, going up to four digits before his consciousness finally surrender to fatigue. But his sleep was shallow, plagued by horrific visions of the dangers which they may encounter, and most of all, by the scene of Wryn leaving him, whether due to the curse taking its toll, or by Wryn disowning him. But those nightmares quickly came to an end, when he felt a warmth beside him, the warmth which comforted him for countless nights before, and if everything work out, for countless nights to come. He knew what that warmth was, and before he completely retreat into slumber he turned towards that warmth and curled up against it, and muttered his name: "Wryn...."

[Shisu-Chan00]

Wryn found the night came faster than he meant it to. By the time he was finished cleaning and letting the sheets soak the entire village was pitch black. Of course everyone had had a rough day with the monster and repairing the village it didn't shock him. He walked back to his room quietly peeking into Gildir's room making sure he was asleep before continuing on. He quickly grabbed his clothing and let his day robes drop from his body. His skin was painted with the silver glow of the moon as he started to pull on his nightclothes. He then moved out of his room and tip toed into Gildir's bedroom. He couldn't help but stifle a chuckle as he realized his son had cleaned his room for this occasion.

 

He pushed back the door and softly closed it behind him seeing that the other was laying in bed on his side facing the wall. He found it slightly cute that he was giving most of the bed to Wryn. When he was younger he was like a little space heater in that bed cuddled up right against his side all night. Sometimes Wryn wouldn’t be able to sleep cause the small boy would be so attached to him and such a warm sleeper. Of course being his father it’s not like Wryn really cared. He didn’t mind the other being so warm and such he liked it.

 

He pushed his thoughts aside as he slowly and gently crawled into bed. Of course as Gildir got older he stopped being such a heavy sleeper and he winced as he felt the full grown man next to him shift into him. He felt the other male curl into him and he smiled a little moving one hand into his hair to brush it out of his face like he had done for years. He heard his name as if it was a whisper and his heart stopped. He had never heard Gildir call him by his first name and after the events of today it seemed to hold a different effect on him. He turned a little hiding his face in the others hair as he sighed trying to get comfortable. Of course it would have a different affect on him, Gildir had slept with him and now It wasn’t like they were just father and son. He had asked him to call him his first name but he didn’t know how…weird it would make him feel. It wasn’t like it was a bad weird it was just out of the ordinary and he didn’t know what to do about it.

[hal7283]

The rest of the night was warm and peaceful for Gildir, after what felt only like a short while Gildir woke up. Shifted slightly to move away from whatever was in front of his face and slowly opened his eyes. For a moment he just stared blankly at the peaceful expression on the sleeping man's beautiful face, until he finally realized what was happening. He tried to stay as still as possible, since he didn't want to disturb Wryn in his sleep. And also because he just wanted to stare at Wryn' handsome face just a little longer. Several beams of light shone through the window shades and made Wryn's silver hair glisten with light. It's moment like this which made Gildir believe in the grace of the gods, as he could not imagine anything other than the divine could have created beauty like this. And due to the fact Wryn was an Elf, that beauty had remained unchanged ever since the first time Gildir laid eyes on him.

 

Obviously he didn't always see Wryn in this way, but neither could he quite remember exactly when did Wryn ceased to not just be his father ,but the man he loved. In a way it was an obvious result, since the entire village pretty much despised Gildir due to his heritage, so when Gildir reached what would equate to a human's puberty, the only viable object of desire was Wryn. Of course it was a lot more than just carnal desire that made Gildir fell for Wryn. Wryn was handsome, intelligent, kind, and loved him despite his flaw(even though it was as a father). At first it felt wrong, feeling such things towards his adopted father. But as his feelings grew stronger and stronger. he soon realized there was no going back he could no longer be content to just be an loyal son. And after what just happened yesterday, it's quite possible Wryn would never see him just as his son neither.

 

Gildir enjoyed the little period of peace as much as he could, as there was no telling what the future may bring. For now, he was content, to be so close with the man he loved. Part of him wished time would just stop, and this moment would drag on forever. But that inevitably came to an end as he felt the Elf shifting his body while waking up. "Good morning father." Gildir said as he managed to put on a gentle smile: "Hope I didn't kick you in my dreams?"

[Shisu-Chan00]

Wryn didn't find sleep coming too quickly to him. As much as he would have loved to fall asleep and put the entire day behind him his thoughts lay awakened. His fingers running through Gildir's hair like a mother to a new born in slumber. He couldn't wrap his mind around what he was going to do with the curse. He would either have to deal with it as it was or he would have to die. He didn't know for a fact if there even was a cure, and if there wasn't it wouldn't only harm Gildir but himself. Elves lived unimaginably long lives and he didn't want to cut his short because of a curse. Gildir needed him even in his older state he needed him.

 

Sleep finally came to him very late in the evening. The physical exhaustion wasn't enough to push him down so thinking long and hard about the journey ahead of them finally put his mind to rest. He slept rather well too. No nightmares to speak of and no really memorable dreams either. The night was quiet and calm in his dreamland and he preferred it that way. Then again it didn't seem to last that long as the morning sun hit his closed eyes pulling him out of his light slumber. His body shifted moving closer to the warmth in his bed and he sighed softly. It wasn't until he heard that voice did he realize he was cuddling Gildir in his bed. His eyes blinked open and then shot wide as he let go of his son and blushed a little. "Ah! I'm sorry. I guess I was rather cold during the night. I don't recall you kicking me so I think we are alright." He looked away and shifted in the bed a little bit pulling the covers closer to his chest. It felt so strange waking up to Gildir when both of them were older now.

 

When he was younger there was so much room on this bed and now...they were basically touching everywhere because they were both full grown adults. It didn't shock him that this happened and that all the sudden he felt different about it. He couldn't help but feel embarrassed for cuddling up to someone who he had just slept with a night before. And his son no less! He looked back over to Gildir and smiled lightly back, "Thank you for letting me borrow your bed. Also, thanks for cleaning your room." He chuckled softly and ruffled the others hair before crawling over him and getting up with a stretch and a yawn. He figured if he stayed in bed any longer he would get horny and shit would hit the fan. He normally always had morning wood thanks to his lack of sexual encounters. He peered back at Wryn and smiled a little, his hair a complete mess, "What would you like for our last breakfast before we set out?"

[hal7283]

"Ah..umm... I probably cuddled against you too so how about we call that even?" Gildir said a little embarrassingly as he saw Gildir shifted his body under the sheets, and couldn't help but find the embarrassed expression on Wryn's face to be... adorable, for lack of a better word. Feeling Wryn's fingers ruffling his hair, Gildir shifted sat up shorty after the older Elf got off the bed. "Anything would do. I like whatever you cook for me... well... actually... can we have pancakes? I want to try out that jar of honey we just got."

 

Gildir kept his eyes on Wryn as he left the room, for some reason his adopted father seemed a little awkward in his movements, but he didn't bother to think on it too much. Hopping off the bed he quickly put on his clothes and headed for the washroom, brushing his teeth and washed his face. He then went to the kitchen to help out. I would be their last meal at home for the foreseeable future, so he was fully intended to enjoy it to the fullest. And how else to make a meal better than to prepare it with your loved one?

 

They enjoyed their meal, and afterwards Gildir went back to his room to get all his stuff for the trip. Soon enough he was at the door wearing his full hunter outfit, with his blade strapped to his waist, and a massive backpack containing some clothing, food, medical supply, camping equipment, and anything he thought he'd need on a long journey. He waited for Wryn to come before leaving the house, locking the door behind them, and set forth on their journey.

 

 

(Do you have any ideas as to what would happen on their journey? Who or what will they encounter? I have a rough idea for the first stop they make on the nearest village. Since it's a few days to get there maybe we can give Wryn a dose of his "medicine" in the woods before they arrive there?)

[Shisu-Chan00]

Wryn smiled brightly and nodded, “Sure! I’ll get cleaned up and into some traveling clothes and get to cooking!” He left the room and sighed when he finally got out. He rushed to his room and shut the door behind him taking off his robes and looking around his closet. Thankfully his traveling clothes were still there and clean no less. It would be one of the first times Gildir would ever see him in pants. He moved and pulled on the pants tying them tight on his waist and blushed a little. His ass was very very noticeable and the cloth clung to his skin like a moth to a flame. His hands moved down and grabbed his shirt pulling it over his head and then a vest to cover the simple white cotton shirt that hung loosly against his skin. The sleeves were a little baggy and flared at his hands and the vest was a beautiful deep green. He shifted a little looking at himself in the mirror before sighing. It would have to do. Everything looked tight. It was comfortable to him but now that he knew Gildir was…seeing him different he couldn’t help but be super aware of it.

 

He put on shoes and grabbed his staff before leaving the room. He stopped himself and grabbed his robes pulling them over the clothes he already had not ready to really deal with that just yet. He made breakfast and they enjoyed it together as if nothing had happened. When it was finished and they cleaned the dishes they both went to their separate rooms to get ready. He took the robes off and packed a spare pairs of clothing just like what he was wearing now and slung his bag on his back. It had other essentials for him medical wise and spell wise as well as food but that was about all.

 

He met with Gildir at the door and smiled before passing by him and into the nice morning. He sucked in air as if refreshing his body and turned to peer at Gildir who was locking the door. “We have to swing by the elders council room before we go to give them this.” He held up the letter he had been working on and turned in the direction out of the village which just so happened to pass by the council room. As they passed by it he stuck the letter into the door thanking it was very early and no one was awake. He then left the village peering back at it with a light sigh. Considering he may die it was a nice last view of his home.

 

(Alright so I think some monsters along the trail would be nice. I think they can go through multiple towns and cities that Gildir has never been through which will be fun. Then there can be different terrain like they go through a forest, a dessert, mountains, that kind of stuff to put strain on them. I think it would be just about time for another dose if the village is a few days away it would make sense!)

[hal7283]

Gildir stared at Wryn as he got out all prepared for the journey. Given that they'll need to pass through the forest as well as many other less than welcoming terrain, it was not surprising that Wryn choose to wear clothing more tightly fitted than his usual robe. That being said, it was a first for Gildir seeing Wryn in that, with those white shirt and green vest, and above all those tight white trousers which seemed to accentuate Wryn's butt so..... alluringly. It really changed Wryn's image dramatically, making him look not like a beautiful, mysterious sage of the forest, but a energetic and sexy adventurer, well, the last part was probably just his libido talking.

 

As Wryn said they stopped by at the Elder's house and dropped off the letter, explaining their absence. He doubt the villagers would take it well given the sorry state the village was in, and Wryn was the main healer and best magic user when it comes to non-combat spells. But Wryn's curse can't wait, even though they found a way to halt its progress, there was no telling if the "medicine" would continue to work indefinitely. They need to find a cure fast, before any unforeseen consequences arise.

 

Soon they were out of the village. When the founders of the village decided to settle in the woods they intended to isolate Elves from the threats of the outside world. Even with trading becoming more common in recent years, the place was still not exactly convenient traffic wise. There were no paved roads, only thin, twisty trail going through the easier terrain of the woods. While most Elves of the woods would feel at home in such environments, Gildir traveled especially effortlessly, almost like a gentle breeze blowing across an empty filed. No branches nor thick roots, rocks nor streams could slow him down. But of course, his maximum speed was limited by how fast Wryn was going. Often he would go scout ahead, make sure there was no beasts or monsters in sight, then hop back to Wryn and walk alongside him for a while, then he would rush ahead again.

 

There was a reason why Gildir seemed so restless and kept running ahead and back, with the fact that he was going on a trip with Wryn for the first time being only one of them. The woods was restless. It would seem that with the death of the Giant Green Bear at the hands of that strange white creature. With the top of the food chain gone, there was essentially a struggle for the throne among the top predators, and the weaker creatures got caught up in the crossfire, and its effect rippled across the whole forest, and the two were about to feel its effect.

 

Gilidr ran back to Wryn and said: "Careful father, there's a pack of goblins heading our way. I would say... five... no, six of them. I doubt they'll be very friendly."

 

And just as Gildir said, a group of Goblins came through the foliage right in front of them. Those hideous short, skinny, green-skinned creatures were all armed of clubs and crude stone axes. The were panting heavily, some even had bloody injuries over their body. Clearly they were chased off by some fierce creature, and in their state of panic they launched themselves towards the two waving their weapons.

 

"Cover me father!" Gildir said as he drew his blade and rush towards the creature, easily cutting one in half. He was expecting the others to try and circle him, but the hideous creatures simply dropped their weapons and fled towards all directions, leaving Gildir awkwardly frozen in his battle stance.

 

The following days went by rather peacefully, as they were walking towards the edge of the woods and thus away from "ground zero" of the chaos. Occasionally a few scared deer or squire with cross their path but that was about it. What worried Gildir more was Wryn's condition, as there was no telling when would the curses' effect resurface. But undeniably, part of him was also excited. Soon he would be able to get intimate with Wryn again. He just hoped that Wryn would at least make it to the village before it happen.

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Just as soon as the journey started they were going to run into some problems. Gildir kept scouting ahead leaving Wryn behind for brief moments in time. It wasn’t like the older elf hadn’t traveled on his own. He appreciated Gildir making sure no one was out and going to hurt them but still, they weren’t in too much danger so close to the village. The real issues would happen the further they got and the further they traveled into civilization. Humans and other creatures were problems all in their own and the village they stopped at was going to be full of them.

 

Gildir had never been out of the village before and he knew that he was going to be excited yet naïve to the workings of the world outside. Wryn would be lying if he said he wasn’t worried about it all. Gildir was still so young and inexperienced when it came to these things…Wryn even took his virginity and he couldn’t even say it was a good experience. The poor boy was practically fucking a sex crazed zombie. Wryn shivered a little at the thought and heard Gildir gliding back through the trees and underbrush toward him.

 

Goblins? They weren’t friendly but they were also not very good at standing up to others who were stronger than them. They were childs play at best. He saw the goblins come in behind Gildir and felt incredibly bad for the creatures who seemed to have forgone a horrible battle. He was about to tell Gildir to just wave his weapon when he was told to cover him and the elf sighed. Thankfully after the death of one they all dropped their weapons and ran. Wryn chuckled softly and walked past Gildir patting his shoulder, “Goblins are like flies Gildir we shouldn’t doddle on them.”

 

The next few days were simple and easy. They camped at night making a fire and talking around dinner before heading to bed under the trees and the stars. They had no reasons to touch yet and Wryn made sure of that. He didn’t want to make things too weird. On the bad note though Wryn was slowing down as the days passed, his fatigue catching up with him making them stop more often so he could rest. Something told him the curse was creeping back up on him and it wouldn’t be too long before it started to overtake him.

 

Probably a day from the village they were walking through the forest, close to the mouth now for the village was right against the tree line. All of the sudden Wryn felt a hammering pain in his lower abdomen that caused him to stumble and lean against a tree. He was panting heavily and peered up at Gildir making sure he hadn’t seen. He quickly righted himself and moved to take a step forward but his legs didn’t work and his body toppled to the ground. It landed with a loud thud and he groaned softly, his body growing hot all over. “Gildir…” He panted softly his arms pushing himself up slightly as he peered after his son who was tromping through the forest ahead of him. His body was so weak, so hot, and he was still aware. His hands tightening in the dirt under his fingers pushing his body up the best he could to a sitting position. He leaned against a tree his head lulling to the side slightly. “Gildir!” He called out knowing that his son would eventually backtrack for him either way.

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Everything was going well as the journey continued. While Wryn showed signs of fatigue during the past couple of days, there was only one day's distance until they reach the village. So if the effect of the curse resurface, they'd at least be able to deal with it while having a roof over their head. But unfortunately things did not go as planned, as he returned to Wryn after scouting ahead, he suddenly heard the desperate voice of Wryn calling his name.

 

"Father!" Gildir cried as he rushed back towards the older Elf, and saw him on the ground sitting against a tree bark in agony. He quickly got down beside Wryn, and immediately recognized the familiar blush and heavy panting. "It's the curse, isn't it?" Gildir asked rhetorically. Not knowing just exactly how fast would the effect of the curse becomes lethal, it would be best if he could give Wryn his "medicine" as soon as possible. The thought of doing such things in the wild was... embarrassing to say the least, even dangerous. But also strangely exciting. In any case Gildir told himself that he had little choice, regardless of whether he want to do it or not (which he certainly did), he had to help Wryn to suppress his curse.

 

"Don't worry, I'll take care of this...... Wryn..." Gildir said as he laid a gentle kiss on Wryn's cheek. He looked Wryn straight in those golden eyes, and could tell that despite the effect of the curse, his adopted father still had certain level of reason left, likely due to the fact that this time they didn't waste any time panicking and looking for the cure in books. He thought about what should he do given the circumstances as he opened Wryn's vest and unbuttoned his shirt, and Wryn's bare chest became visible in front of his eyes. Given how Wryn struggled to get out of his clothes the last time around this was probably the right move. But what next? His gaze shifted to the visible bulge between Wryn’s legs. As far as Gildir knew, all he had to do was to cum inside Wryn's butt (he was never told that a blow job would work just fine) so strictly speaking "foreplay" wasn't required. Even though he’d love to do a lot more with Wryn, he knew how uncomfortable everything was for Wryn so he decided to be as “medical” as possible.

 

After a moment of hesitation, Gildir held Wryn up and turned him around. Now Gildir was behind Wryn, he nervously reached for the Elf'ss tight white pants and began to pull them own, revealing his smooth white butt cheeks, and soon enough the sacks dangling between his legs. Even though Gildir could not see it now, he was sure that Wryn’s member must be throbbing hard in excitement and leaking pre-cum at this very moment. He took out a small bottle of herb oil, which he had prepared to use instead of the ointment from last time and smeared it over his fingers.

 

“Relax Wryn... just relax...” Gildir said as he dug his fingers between the crevice to the soft entrance hidden there. Slowly he began to apply force, slowing stretching the tight hole open with the tip of his finger and entered. He could feel how hot it was inside Wryn’s body, and the muscles around Wryn’s hole was wrapping around his finger greedily, as if wanting more. He pushed his finger further in and began to slowly wiggle, getting Wryn ready for the bigger insertion to come.

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Wryn felt like everything was going to end. He could feel the world starting to spin around him, the onset of the dizziness with his curse was becoming apparent. At this rate he would be in heat before Gildir even came back to check on him. It worried him…feeling this way. Then again he couldn’t really change it. Things were moving faster than the first encounter and he felt like things were only going to get worse. After what seemed like a few minutes Gildir called back to him rushing over to him.

 

He felt so weak and definitely didn’t feel like a father. Fathers were supposed to protect, to guide, and he was here ready to be fucked by his son. He felt so embarrassed but as Gildir came into view he couldn’t help the feeling of hope lift in his chest. He knew he was going to be okay, they looked after one another. He tilted his head softly and nodded trying to sit up a little more as Gildir leaned down next to him. Gildir was deathly silent for awhile, almost as if he was rethinking their pact they had made back at the house. Of course, Wryn being who he was he wanted to say it was fine, to say that he could wait till they got to the village.

 

It was a little unnerving to be doing this here…but he knew there was no other way to do it. The feeling of heat was spreading, his member growing in his tight clothing faster than he knew it could. His golden eyes flicked to Gildir searching his face only to hear his words as clear as day. His name sliding off his lips made Wryn feel…oddly weird. A shiver passed over his skin and he leaned into the others body heat as he kissed his cheek. He nodded again softly peering up at him a moment as their eyes connected.

 

Wryn didn’t mind taking the initiative but Gildir beat him to it this time. His fingers messed with his vest unbuttoning them before pushing it away. His shirt was next and as soon as his skin was open to the world he felt a sigh of relief leave him. Thankful for the chilled air on his body. Even in the heat of the day it felt better than the burning hot feeling in his body. A light shiver fell from him as he shifted slightly pushing his clothing off the rest of the way, feeling the beads of sweat meeting with the air and cooling him off just a tad. His eyes peered to Gildir then over his upper body wanting to do the same but being so…aware was harder.

 

Then again nothing really got to be thought through. He felt his body being pushed from the tree so he was on all fours his sensitive body not even caring. His upper body lowered resting his head on his arms in the grass. His golden eyes moved as his head turned to look at Gildir feeling a soft welled of excitement in his body. He was hard, more than hard his cock was throbbing. He shifted his legs just a little as his pants were pulled down a blush forming quickly over his cheeks. It was just like the rest of his body as soon as the air hit his skin he felt warmer inside than before. He closed his eyes welcoming the sound of his name sliding from Gildir’s lips. Sure it was weird but it was much better than having him call him father during these…encounters. It made him feel less weird about it.

 

He let out a soft gasp as he felt the others fingers slide between his cheeks applying force on his opening and sliding a finger into him. His fingers dug into the dirt as his eyebrows pushed together in slight discomfort. After a few moments though his hips were rocking back into the others finger letting out small moans here and there. His eyes opened their golden orbs turning to Gildir. “Do you…are you…” he panted softly and blushed without really being able to stop it. “If you’re not hard I can…I can help get you there…” His lips parted softly as he spoke his hips pushing back against him with a moan. He was implying foreplay for Gildir, a little something for everything he was doing and as they proceeded the more his brain was being lost. The more him being his son didn’t matter, the more all that did matter was their skins touching together. It was getting worse, but he didn’t care, he welcomed the thought numbing part of this. Where he didn’t have to feel bad for sleeping with his son he could just enjoy it, fully.

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Gildir was focusing on preparing Wryn's rear for the latter insertion, and couldn't help but being mesmerized by Wryn's beautiful body, which moved sensually as if asking for more. The lustful moans leaked from Wryn's lips was so alluring that he wondered was Wryn the one under a spell or him, as he seemed so powerless over the seduction coming from his loved one. What Wryn said brought him back to reality, and he was caught completely off guard. "You want to... help me?" Gildir muttered in disbelief, as he knew how uncomfortable Wryn felt about all these. Perhaps he was just that influenced by the effect of the curse? For a moment he was inclined to take him up on that offer, and wondered what exactly would he do to "help him get there." But then again...

 

Gildir lowered his head a bit embarrassed, then tilted his gaze up with a guilty look and said: "Thanks for the offer... but... I don't think it's necessary." He pointed to his pants and there was a clear bulge at his groin. His member was fully erect and was pressing painfully hard against the fabric. There was even a wet spot on the tip of that bulge, clearly the result from pre-cum leaking out from his excited member. Even though Wryn was bound to figure it out sooner or latter, but admitting to Wryn like this, that he found his adopted-father to be sexually attractive was still rather..... strange.

 

Gilder put another finger inside Wryn's rear, and another, it took him longer than expected because Wryn' rear had recovered a bit from their last ordeal. But it's not like he can ask his adopted father to stretch his rear everyday so it would be easier for him to "inject medicine". Eventually he had loosened Wryn's rear enough, he then pulled off his pants, and his throbbing length eagerly jumped out, with its tip glistening and slimy already. "I'm coming in." Gildir said in a low voice as he pointed the tip of his member at the now wet and well prepared hole, and bit by bit, entered Wryn's body. Gildir's movement was painstaking slow as he was afraid of hurting Wryn in any way, even though in his lust-filled state he probably wouldn't mind.

 

Gildir began to work his waist and rub his length against Wryn's intestine. Despite his best efforts trying to be as gentle as possible, his own libido was urging him to move faster, and was quickly gaining the upper hand over his reason. He put his hands on Wryn's firm butt cheeks and began to move his waist quicker, each thrust into Wryn's body seemed to carry more force and passion than the last. He was panting, groaning, sweat was dropping from his forehead to Wryn's back, and fucking so feverishly that he was almost like an animal during breeding season, and to be honest, there may not be much of a difference. Lost in an endless sea of desire, he could feel the pleasurable sensations quickly build up in his groin, and was about to reach climax when suddenly he heard the shuffling of foliage nearby.

 

In the heat of the moment Gildir instinctively try to lay low and hide, he pressed Wryn down flat on the ground and held his hand over the older Elf's mouth, all the while his hard erection was still lodged in the other's rear. As the sound got closer and closer he could hear them more clearly: two sets of footsteps, and the voice of two men chatting.

 

"You sure this is the right direction?"

 

"Yes I'm sure! This is where the voices came from!"

 

The two approached all the way to the opposite side of the tree. If they just look around the tree they would catch the two butt naked while joined together. Gildir felt his already fast heart rate going out of control, as if it was about to explode out of his chest and splatter on Wryn's back. The conversation between the two men continued:

 

"So? Can you hear it now?"

 

".....Nah..... must have heard us and ran away. Damn it Dave! How many times have I told you to be quiet while hunting!"

 

"Hey! Not fair! You were way louder than I was!"

 

"Oh shut up Dave! Come on, let's keep moving. They couldn't have gone far, maybe we can still catch them if we move fast."

 

"Alright alright.... But you sure it was the sound of Horned Hounds breeding? I mean... they kind of sounded like..."

 

"People? Yeah I know. But what kind of pervert would fuck in the middle of the woods?"

 

Gradually the two men left, Gildir sharpened his senses like never before hearing every little noise they made as they went further and further away, only when he could no longer sense them did he sigh in relief. He released the hand held over Wryn's mouth and helped him up: "Sorry Wryn... Are you alright?"

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Wryn’s eyes were starting to lose the known focus to them. They were slowly being dragged more and more to a lust filled state. Dropping whatever sense he still had as his body craved the man’s hands that roamed over his body. His shoulders gently quivered as he felt the other behind him shift. The older elves eyes were still glued onto the other waiting for a response to his offer when Gildir seemed to be completely confused. Most of it was from the curse that prompted him to even think about helping Gildir but another part of him was starting to think of Gildir as something more than a son. His hips shivered lightly as he traveled his eyes down Gildir’s chest to his hips, peering at the bulge that had grown there.

 

In any other situation he would have blushed but in this situation he only smiled a little and bit his lower lip his fingers tightening in the grass. He was more than happy that Gildir was already where he needed to be. Then again it didn’t shock him too much, the kid was young and was a virgin up till the other night. The feelings were probably rushing back to him and he couldn’t control the erection that grew there. He didn’t have time to really think about it as he felt another finger slide into him. His lips quivering as he leaned back into Gildir, embarrassingly enough he wasn’t even phased as another finger slid into him. His hips were working on their own like they had their own brain. Pushing back into Gildir as if asking or more, for the bigger treat at the end of the tunnel.

 

He was a little tight again but that didn’t seem to bother him too much. Wryn welcomed the slight discomfort with the pain, welcoming the heat that formed there. He wanted it, wanted Gildir. The thought lodged in his brain and his lips parted softly, “Ngh…Gildir…” His son’s name panting out of his lips like it was a small cry. He wanted him to know he wanted him and although it was weird it was subconscious. He did it without even realizing it and when he finally did he couldn’t help but feel a slight embarrassment.

 

His eyes opened slowly as he felt those fingers slide out of him, excitement swelling in his chest as he watched that hard length spring out of the others clothing. His hips wiggled lightly, as if enticing him to come on in. Thankfully the kid didn’t need much coaxing as he shifted slightly and warned Wryn he would be coming in. He felt the tip lightly against his entrance and then just like that it was inside. He moaned lowly, his chest pressing hard into the dirt as he welcomed the others touch. After a moment or two the younger elf started to move, sliding in and out of him slowly. Wryn could tell he was holding back by the light quivering in his sons stance, the want to go harder, faster, was there. Wryn didn’t care though, his lips parting and heavy panting breathes leaving him.

 

His back arched slightly as he felt the others hands grab ahold of his ass pushing into him harder. Wryn could hardly keep back his moans now as Gildir’s body slammed into his own. His hips pushed back greeting him with just as much force. He could feel the sweat peculating on his skin sliding down his bare legs and into the dirt. He could feel Gildir’s sweat mixing with his own and their noises sounding together. A hand roamed back gently touching the others thigh as if welcoming to go harder but it didn’t get to go there. Instead his body was quickly pushed down onto his stomach pushing a soft moan out of him that was only swallowed by Gildir’s hand on his lips. Confusion overwhelmed him and his hand roamed to Gildir’s on his lips.

 

That’s when he heard it. The sound of voices coming their way. He could feel Gildir throbbing inside of him and it was agony just sitting here. So, even as the men were just around the corner Wryn moved. His hips pushing up into Gildir, even the slight movement enough for Wryn to roll his eyes back into his head and whimper against Gildir’s hand. He was grinding up into him hard by the time the men had finally left. He felt the others hands slide from his lips. Wryn shifted slightly pulling Gildir out of him and laying down on his back with a nod. “Yes, I’m fine…don’t worry if we get caught.” He pulled Gildir down ontop of him guiding his member against his entrance once more. “I need you…” he whispered softly against the others neck tightening his arms around him like he was the anchor keeping him from floating away. He needed Gildir to finish, needed him to stop the fire inside of him. He needed him to stop the pain inside of him. “I don’t care if they come back.” His lips roaming up Gildir’s neck to where the hair curled around his ear nipping softly. His hips started to push forward welcoming the others hard erection as the elves hand pushed it inside of himself. A whimper left his lips as his mouth parted and kissed its way to the others jaw line. The curse had fully taken him by now, only thinking about one thing.

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The whole thing was painful and unbearable, but also strangely exciting, as the fear and thrill of almost getting caught having sex with his adopted father was quite overwhelming. Not to mention the fact that he during all this, Wryn was whimpering and grinding his hip against him. He would've came on the spot if not for the two men finally moved away far enough, and he helped Wryn up from the ground. The older elf was all dirty, his clothes and naked front all covered in dirt and dust. While such trivial things would never deter Gildir from Wryn if anything it only accentuated his beauty, he was a bit worried that Wryn would be angry at him over this.

 

Thankfully Wryn didn't cared, likely due to the fact that the curse induced lust must have became so overwhelming that such things wouldn't even register. He felt Wryn's hand grabbed him close needily and guided his erected member back towards his welcoming wet hole, and as the older Elf kiss and nibbled around his ear then his jawline, Gildir was lead back inside Wryn's rear once more.

 

Gildir wanted to be "medical", to just get in, ejaculate, and get out as soon as possible. That's partly why he turned Wryn around and entered him from the back, since it was easier, and would least likely involve any unnecessary touching and teasing. But all of these were too much for Gildir to bear, how could he not want to kiss, to lick, to nibble, to bite, to touch, to rub, to press and pinch, to do everything and anything he had dreamed for decades to the one he loved and lusted the most? And what Wryn said just drove Gildir mad, that he needed him, and didn’t care if those people come back? What kind of man would he be if he refuse such a request.

 

Gildir resumed the movement of his waist, only this time he had thrown all reservations out of his mind. If he was an animal in heat before, now he had became an absolute beast ravaging its prey. He raised Wryn’s chin up so he could press a kiss on his lush lips, which to be honest was more like a bite than a loving kiss. His other hand found its way between Wryn’s legs and held the man’s own leaking erection in his grip, and began to pump it hard. Having already reached a point close to climax before they were interrupted, it didn’t take long for Gildir to go over the edge. “I’m... cumming... Wryn!” Just as the name of his loved one left his mouth his body tensed up, streams of thick, slimy cum burst out of his member and got released deep inside Wryn’s intestine. Even after the peak had passed Gildir continued to rock his wasit, until the lasst drop of cum was squeezed out of the shaft.

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Wryn couldn’t hear anything over the thump of his heartbeat and the panting between him and Gildir. He didn’t care if he heard tromping through the forest, he didn’t care if someone walked up. He just needed, well…wanted Gildir and everything he had been doing before and then some. He wanted to touch him and hold him not just for his “medicine” but for…well for the pleasure in it. Wryn’s body reacted too quickly to his son, arching into his touch with a single moments notice. It was embarrassing but Wryn was enjoying himself too much to really mind how this part of him ruined the image Gildir had of him before. Sure they weren’t going to have the same relationship and it was foolish to think they would. Not after something like this.

 

Wryn’s fingers moved up the others shaft with a soft bite to his lower lip waiting patiently for Gildir to start once more. Thankfully that didn’t take too long for he felt the other resume his movements pulling a well deserved and sort of surprised moan from Wryn. It wasn’t like before, soft and reserved and gentle. This was wild and rough yet had the feeling of love ten times over. He could feel it as Gildir slammed into him, the want that radiated off of him. Wryn let out a moan as his chin was raised and he felt a kiss/bite awarded to his mouth. His arms wrapped tighter around Gildir’s neck welcoming the kiss once more sliding his tongue over the others bottom lip.

 

Then again his attention was quickly taken away as he felt fingers circle around his length and start to stroke him rather quickly. His fingers dug into Gildir’s back moaning against his shoulder as he had to turn away from the kiss. His toes curled in ecstacy as he felt the throbbing length inside of him start to shift inside of him. Threatening to reach the edge and thankfully Wryn was pretty close as well. His leaking member held between the others fingers were so close to release that it was agonizing. What brought him over the edge was the others sperm inside of him. Filling him up to the brim giving the curse what it wanted and its hold quickly leaving him. Wryn moaned loudly as he arched his back releasing all over his chest and stomach leaving him a panting mess.

 

His fingers roamed over his thighs as his golden eyes shifted to Gildir, their haze sort of leaving them as he started to come back to himself. He shivered softly and scooted back some needing the other out of him for it was just too sensitive. He felt a moan leave his lips as the others length popped out of him with a rather lewd sound. Those ever aware eyes flicked up to Gildir and he blushed darkly still panting too hard to talk. His expression on his face said enough though. He was thankful for Gildir for doing what he had done and he had obviously enjoyed it but there was a hint of guilt and worry about what these actions would do to Gildir in the future. Would it mean he only wanted to sleep with men? He didn’t want to ruin his chance for a legacy, a family. He pulled his shirt closer to him his golden eyes falling from Gildir’s as he shivered a little. The sweat on his body sending a chill over him as the wind hit it. “We should…clean up and get to the village…night isn’t too far off.” His hoarse voice spoke up finally as he brushed dirt from his knees.

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Gildir was panting as he enjoyed the lingering afterglow of his climax, and he could tell Wryn was doing the same. As they recovered Gildir noticed the look in Wryn's eyes were quickly changing back to his normal self, only shrouded by a layer of shame and embarrassment. It was almost a pity that the effect of the curse has passed for Wryn, as the young half breed would want just a little more time like this, to pretend that they're true lovers but not father and son forced into a predicament. But alas, such was not meant to be. As soon as Wryn was able to get a hold of himself, the older twin pulled away and Gildir's length slipped out of his well abused hole, making a rather watery pop sound as it exited.

 

As Wryn started to pull his opened shirt back on Gildir noticed a small shiver, likely due to the fact that he was half naked and all covered in sweat. “Here... let me help you Wr... I mean... father.” Gildir said as he reached for the luggage he set aside and found a towel. He poured a little water on it then twisted it to get rid off the excess water, then began to clean Wryn’s body of all the dirt, sweat, and also cum which he had spread all over his chest and stomach. Soon they’ve cleaned themselves up, at least to the point of being presentable and not completely gross. After a short rest they were back on the road. The awkward silence continued for a while, as the last time they’ve done this Wryn pretty much fainted on the spot so hey didn’t have to deal with the immediate aftermath of their “incestuous act.” Gildir wasn’t quite sure what to do after what they’ve just done yet.

 

After a while the sun had set, and the forest descend into utter darkness. Even though it was just a few hours of travel to the twon, it was still rather dangerous to travel at night. Gildir was also worried that Wryn might be too tired after their earlier sex. So Gildir insisted on set up camp for one last night in the woods, then they’d arrive at the village the next morning.

 

 

(Since Gildir have never been to the twon, perhaps Wryn can show him around a little when they arrive?)

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Wryn felt Gildir shift beside him probably noticing that he wasn't being how he was before. The shiver seemed to bring worry over Gildir's features and he leaned over as if to help. Wryn wasn't all too excited, his mind actually needing to relive what had just happened rather than passing out like last time. His skin was on fire, his body was starting to ache and he felt that his hips were going to break. Wryn looked over to Gildir before shifting and letting the younger elf wash him clean. "Thank you.." He said softly pulling his clothing back onto him now that the dirt, cum, and sweat was cleaned off of him finally. He stood with a waver in his step brushing his pants off and righting his hair before sighing. It was...awkward to say the least and he felt that the silence could cut through the air all on its own. He wanted to say something wanted to do something to help but...he couldn't.

 

His thoughts were stuck in time thinking about the things that had happened forever ago. As the hours passed it seemed the air lessened a little but it wasn't gone. They were still...oddly silent in their relationship and Wryn knew that they needed to talk about it. After darkness fell and they were a few hours from the town, the lights visable from over the tree line in the sky but Gildir insisted on stopping for the evening. Wryn sighed softly and just agreed to set up camp for the night.

 

After the camp site was set up and they were sitting down around the fire Wryn finally felt like he could say something. For a few moments his eyebrows sat scrunched together before he opened his mouth and spoke. "Gildir?" He moved his fingers over his vest slightly nervous. "Thank you...for earlier today. I'm sorry for being so off this afternoon...I guess it's just alot to take in but don't take it as I'm not accepting of your help. I appreciate what you're doing for me and how hard it must be for you..." His fingers roamed into his hair as he shook his head. "After we get the cure you'll never have to do that again and you won't feel...disgusted by your father." He smiled a little and shifted grabbing a pot they had brought and poured some water into it ready to make some dinner in the aftermath of his silence.

 

(I assume so yea! Eventually they will hit towns that even Wryn hasn't been to)

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Gildir was setting up their camp and taking out some of his camping gear when he heard Wryn calling his name. He looked up and met with those beautiful golden eyes, which light seemed to be more dim than usual, and it was simply because the darkness of the night and the flickering flame. He felt a shiver came up his spine as he heard what Wryn said and almost screamed out in protest. He wanted to just pour out decades worth of love and affection and having sex with him was the best thing he'd ever experienced in his life and he shouldn't feel bad about it, but he couldn't He was too afraid of what may Wryn's reaction be. It's bad enough he had to sleep with his adopted son, but knowing that his adopted son actually didn't see him as a father and loved him romantically? Gildir could only imagine further turmoil for Wryn's already burdened heart.

 

"Father please, don't say things like that." Gildir said as he shifted towards Wryn and put his hand on the Elf's shoulder. He looked at Wryn and said: "I know all this is not easy... but please don't belittle yourself because of it. I love you, and nothing is going to change that." Gildir fell silent for a while began to think, since the journey ahead would be a very long one, they'll most definitely have to have sex a lot more times. While he had no doubt that given enough time they'd be able to be more used to this and feel less guilty after each time, perhaps he should do something to ease that process.

 

"And to be honest, it's... it's really not that big of a deal." Gildir said as he tried to look as casual as possible: "I read in a book that in some human tribe, their elders would actually teach their young the ways in bed, so when they actually go marry some one they'd be able to satisfy their mate. And for some cultures it's even acceptable for blood relatives to get married, cause it's all about individual choice and free will and such. So.... you know..."

 

Gildir's voice got lighter and lighter, while he wanted to ease Wryn's guilt on having sex with him by making it sound more casual, perhaps he'd accidentally suggested something more. His eyes began to waver awkardly trying to figure out how to get himself out of this hole. Thankfully it was at that moment the water began to boil. He said hurriedly: "By the way, what are you making tonight? We still have some dried deer meat so maybe that?"