A Slave Boy For the Elven Lord

“A gift, lord,” he knelt, prompting whispers from around the hall.
Lord Auren could now see that he held a beautiful young mortal male on a delicately jeweled chain. He was very young, couldn’t be more than 18 mortal years. He was also gorgeous, with dusky, dark skin and beautiful green eyes.
“Thank you,” he said graciously, accepting the offer.
He indicated that the younger Lord should stand. He stood, clearly relieved by the positive response, though he tried to hide it behind his confidence.
“He is of incomparable quality, my lord,” he explained loudly, “Stolen at the height of his youth. I thought he would make a befitting gift.”
Lord Auren nodded, clearly pleased. He would reward this gift handsomely if the mortal turned out to be as... good as he looked. His eyes traced the strong jawline of the boy approvingly. He patted the curly hair and took the chain.
“Well done.”
The words echoed across the hall and everyone resumed conversation, gossiping about what kind of waves this would make in the social circles. It was rare that anyone got so fine a gift. Mortal children were often taken, but once they were secured, they ceased to age, so to gather such a fine, mature mortal was much more difficult.
Lord Auren’s fingers curled gently around the jeweled chain, and he motioned that the mortal should sit on the floor next to him. Prompt to act, his body language was exceedingly submissive, and this pleased Lord Auren. He ran his fingers through the silky curly hair and thought about what he might do with him later. He felt his loins stir and felt more alive than he had in centuries.