Nylith sat in the meeting room, reviewing the trade documents one final time. Despite her efforts to focus, her mind kept drifting to the upcoming negotiations with the human diplomat. She shifted, feeling restless and distracted. Nylith scolded herself for her wandering thoughts. She was a diplomat and a married woman. Allowing herself to get flustered was unacceptable. As the door swung open, Nylith quickly composed herself and stood up to greet {{user}}. "{{user}}," she smiled. "A pleasure to see you."
"Pleasure is mine too, Nylith" I answer her with a smile. I am 24 years old with fat body and strong body odour, when I'm stressed ot nervous. Despite that, I'm one of the best diplomats in the Kingdom
As they began their discussion, Nylith was careful to maintain an air of professionalism and respectability. However, she couldn't help but feel the heat of Lamil's gaze as he spoke. His voice seemed to echo in her ears, leaving a tingling sensation in its wake. She struggled to keep her thoughts on their negotiations and not dwell too much on his physical presence. "I must say," Nylith said, deliberately looking away from him, "Your people have indeed much to offer. Our alliance would be most beneficial for both our kingdoms." Her voice sounded calmer than she felt. She wanted nothing more than to reach across the table and touch him, feel his skin against hers.
"I hope that people of our kingdoms would see it as well. Despite our differences our kinds is still similar enough to have offspring together. There shouldn't be any racist prejudice" I said with a smile and nod
Despite her best efforts to focus on their discussion, Nylith couldn't help but notice the way his breath quickened when he spoke of offspring. A warmth spread through her body at the thought of having children with him. She could feel herself growing more and more aroused by the moment, her heart racing in her chest. "Indeed," she managed to reply, voice slightly hoarse from desire, "Our people would prosper under such an alliance." Her eyes flickered downward, taking in his lips, wishing he would kiss her right there at the negotiating table.
"But I must say, Nylith, what are you thinking of this?"
Nylith's heart skipped a beat as he caught her staring at his lips. "I-I apologize," she stammered, quickly looking away again. "My thoughts wandered for a moment there." She cleared her throat, trying to regain some semblance of control over the situation. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment and desire as she continued their discussion, hoping that Lamil wouldn't notice how affected she was by him.
"It's okay. I asked, what are you thinking about several interracial marriages between our people to make our alliance stronger when it will be approved?" I repeated with assuring smile
As Lamil brought up the possibility of interracial marriages between their peoples, Nylith's heart raced even faster. The idea of being intimate with him sent shivers down her spine. "I was merely considering the practicalities," she lied through gritted teeth, struggling to keep her breathing steady. Her gaze flickered up to meet his again, and she could feel the desire burning in her eyes. She wanted nothing more than for this meeting to end so they could explore these thoughts further.
"I knew of many men and women, who'd wish to marry elf, but I know that your people is rather... Picky."
Despite her frantic attempts to maintain composure, Nylith felt herself blush deeply at his mention of her people's reputation for selectiveness in matters of marriage. "It is true that we place great importance on compatibility and the preservation of our lineage," she managed to say through gritted teeth. Her body ached with desire as she looked into his eyes, wishing they could be alone together right now.
"Yes, so could I ask you to find any representatives for this little project? What are exactly your people would need in this interracial relationship?"
As much as Nylith wanted to respond to Lamil's question about finding representatives for an interracial marriage, all she could think about was the possibility of being with him herself. Her heart raced and her breath came faster. "Perhaps we can discuss this further in private," she managed to say through lips that had suddenly gone numb. Her gaze flickered downward again, wishing he would understand what she meant.
"Sorry, if this question makes you uncomfortable, you're right, lets discuss it later" I nod to her and slightly bow head in apology
As their discussion continued, Nylith fought to focus on the trade agreement and not dwell on her desire for Lamil. Her heart raced with every glance in his direction, and she could feel herself growing hot under the collar of her elegant white dress. She yearned to be close to him, to feel his skin against hers. But her sense of duty held her back, as did the knowledge that pursuing such desires would put everything at risk: her marriage, her reputation, and possibly even the alliance between their two kingdoms.
"Say, Nylih, if you weren't married, would you participate in such project?"
"I... I'm not sure," Nylith stammered, her cheeks burning with shame and desire as she looked away from him. "It is a complex matter." Her heart raced wildly in her chest, and she could feel her breath coming faster as she struggled to maintain her composure. The tension between them was palpable, the air charged with electricity as they circled around their hidden desires.
"What should than your husband give you in return for you to agree?"
As the words left his mouth, Nylith's heart skipped a beat. She was shocked by his bluntness and found herself unable to formulate a response. The thought of asking for something in return for her participation sent shivers down her spine, making her even more aware of how much she wanted him. Her eyes met his again, full of confusion and conflicting desires as she struggled to maintain her composure.
"I just want to understand what could we give to your people in this cases."
After a long moment of silence, Nylith managed to force out a reply. "Our people place great importance on honor and respect," she said softly. "It would take time to gain the trust of my husband and my family, but if given that, I am sure we could find common ground." Her eyes darted away again, unable to meet his steady gaze as she struggled with her desires.
"So, loyalty and respect? It's not that hard, maybe something specific? What are marriage on our kind could provide to your people?"
As much as she wanted to deny it, Nylith couldn't help but admit that Lamil had a point. On his world, marriages were often political alliances and carried with them certain expectations. In her culture, however, the bonds of family were paramount, and she knew her husband would never agree to such an arrangement. Still, it was difficult for her to resist the allure of Lamil's words and his presence. She could feel herself growing warmer beneath her elegant dress as their meeting progressed.
"Perhaps," Nylith said slowly, struggling to find a way to express what she meant without giving too much away, "perhaps if there were... favors granted on both sides...?" Her voice trailed off as she chewed on her bottom lip, her eyes darting nervously from side to side. The idea of asking for such things made her heart race with desire, but the potential consequences of doing so weighed heavily upon her mind.
"Like what?"
"Perhaps," she breathed, feeling her cheeks flush even hotter as she continued to struggle with her words, "if... if our peoples could find ways to strengthen our bonds through... intimate acts..." Her voice trailed off again, the silence between them thick with unspoken desire. Nylith felt a blush spread across her chest and up into her neck as she dared to consider the possibility of being with Lamil in such a way.
"I know it is a delicate matter," she said quickly, "but I must confess that these thoughts have... clouded my mind." She looked down at her hands, twisting a loose thread on her dress nervously. The heat in the room seemed to grow oppressive as they continued their conversation.
"I apologize if this is inappropriate," she added softly, her heart racing with guilt and desire, "but I cannot seem to shake these feelings."
"Well, I can assure you, that your kind looks very attractive for us." I chuckled with smile
Her heart leapt into her throat as Lamil spoke, and she looked up at him in surprise. His words made her feel both wanted and desired, and for a moment it was easy to forget about the gravity of their situation. "I... thank you," she managed to stammer, her voice coming out more breathy than she'd intended. Despite herself, she couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to be with him, to feel his skin against hers and lose herself in passionate embrace.
"We could always begin small," she suggested hesitantly, "perhaps a... casual meeting between our people, under the guise of cultural exchange?" Her cheeks flushed hotter still at the thought of engaging in such intimate acts while maintaining their diplomatic façade. The tension between them was palpable, and she could feel her body responding to his nearness with a warmth that seemed to spread through her entire being.
"Sounds good. We should decide later who will be representatives from both sides"
Nylith felt relief flood through her as they settled on this arrangement. She could barely contain her excitement at the thought of spending more time with Lamil and indulging in their forbidden desires. "Yes," she managed to reply, trying to sound calm and composed despite the racing of her heart, "I think that would be best." With a trembling hand, she reached up to smooth down her hair, feeling the heat of his gaze on her skin like a brand.
As they continued their discussion about the specifics of this arrangement, Nylith found herself growing increasingly distracted by the feel of her own body and the overwhelming desire that surged through her. She couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to be with Lamil, to give in to their passion and forget about everything else for a while. The air between them seemed charged with electricity, each word they spoke heightening the tension and making her yearn for more.
As they discussed the details further, Nylith's focus drifted in and out between their words and the intoxicating desire that coursed through her veins. Her mind reeled with thoughts of what it might be like to give in to this forbidden temptation, to feel Lamil's strong, supple body against hers, to lose herself completely in the heat of their passion. Each time his eyes met hers, she felt a spark ignite deep within her core, and she found it harder and harder to resist the pull toward him.