A small consolation for the little elf was that Malta didn’t seem out to hurt him in any way. He even offered some preparation and lubrication in the way of oil-coated fingers slipping into his tight body. It was physically pleasurable, of course, but he wouldn’t have been able to form and maintain an erection even if he wanted to. He was too terrified, pressed down into the bed with his hips raised up into the air and this mass of muscle positioned behind him ready to violate him unapologetically. The young elf curled his fingers into the furs that laid beneath his body and he locked his teeth down onto his lower lip as Malta carefully eased himself forwards.<br/><br/>He grunted softly at the sensation of the gradual stretching of his body, a sensation he’d not felt in a rather long time, and certainly hadn’t been craving as of late. A shaky sigh escaped the boy's lips and a shudder ran through his body as Malta’s hands began to gently pet him, presumably in an effort to get the young elf to relax. It worked, to a certain extent. He still wasn’t much of an active participant, of course, but he didn’t remain entirely tense and rigid as Malta began pounding into him rhythmically. His body moved ever so slightly with each of the Northerner’s thrusts, and his fingers eventually released the furs that they had been clinging to for some sort of grounding sensation. His teeth still remained clasped around said furs, though, and his eyes remained screwed shut.<br/><br/>It was far from a pleasant experience. All he could think about as he laid there, allowing the soldier to have his way with him, was how his little girl was doing. Was she well? Was her condition improving, or declining? Was Adonis caring for her still, or had he given up hope that his dearest brother would return? All of these questions swam through his mind as he escaped to his little corner shop, images of his beloved home flashing across the backs of closed eyelids as he distracted himself from the task at hand and the man at his back. It worked, for a short while, until he was jarred from his thoughts by Malta suddenly grabbing a hold of him and pulling him up into a kneeling position. He gasped sharply, reaching up to grab onto the man’s arm firmly as he offered up a few more harsh thrusts up into the elf's tight body.<br/><br/>The boy cried out and dug his fingers firmly into Malta’s flesh as the man slammed into him one last time as he came. Moments later the pair of them began to collapse forwards, and Nikodem flinched harshly as Malta caught the pair of them prior to him being smashed down against the cot. He slipped from the elf’s body and pulled him over to his side with ease. Niko found himself a bit puzzled as to why Malta was pulling him in close, and then the man through furs over the pair of them and his brow furrowed deeply. He didn’t think he’d be remaining at Malta’s side that evening, a part of him expected to be thrown in some sort of holding cell, but he supposed he shouldn’t complain. This setup was most assuredly considerably more warm and comfortable than any other he could imagine they’d provide him, and Malta seemed agreeable enough despite the unwanted sex. Niko tried to keep his wits about him as he laid there, Malta holding him up against his muscular body as he dozed off and left Niko lying awake at his side, staring intently at the side of the heavily constructed tent.<br/><br/>He didn’t manage to sleep much at all that night, though he tried to trick his body into doing so. He knew well enough that he should be in as good of form as he could be for the following day, as it would bring trials that were unknown to him at that time. He simply couldn’t seem to nod off, though it shouldn’t have been a surprise to anybody. He was trapped in a strange place, with a man who’d more or less raped him only hours before draped halfway over him, his head resting upon the elf’s rather narrow chest. It was an uncomfortable position, but he didn’t dare move the warrior’s head for fear of some sort of retribution. So he laid there, having been moved so he was lying on his back staring up at the ceiling his left side trapped beneath the much larger male and his body aching from their activities the night prior. He caught a few minutes of sporadic rest throughout the entirety of the night, but all in all, he was left awake, pondering his predicament until the sun rose over the camp and folks began to stir.