Esfelt felt a little sorry for Shy when she came in, and had the lightness of youth about her, but also some of the freedom in her limbs that exhaustion could buy. Maybe it was appropriate to treat her poorly, some. The fields were going to be harsh. She should not be happy to be here. It was a sound logic for any general to harbor, but Esfelt knew some of the best soldiers were stark mad. Enil was collected, and he'd always been like that, war hadn't changed him, it had given him a home.<br/><br/>It was entertaining to see hesitation about her expressions at the request. Esfelt would have been surprised if the boy had gone with it and not reacted at all. That would be unforgivably dull. In fact, the commander might not have stood for it. And the roses, too, on those young cheeks. It was a harsh reminder that Esfelt's blood was still red, too. It moved around, like Shy had come here to fight again, when the guest went from the door to where he'd pointed out. Two fingers were supporting his forehead, a thinking, considering pose, while she went to her knees. It was all he could do not sigh with some approval, but his pupils still all but blotted out his eyes.<br/><br/>Esfelt moved to the edge of his seat, close now, and leaned forward. It had not been his intention but his new angle did conceal the thickening of something that should for once remain slumbering. Esfelt licked the tip of two fingers, like he was going to turn her like a page, before he held his breath while her lips parted for his leisure. He tilted his head one way and painted her lips with his spittle, and then introduced them to her mouth, indeed touching her teeth, and spreading his digits like a V to test elasticity in her cheeks.<br/><br/>"You're mine, you realize." he said, and it was so factual it was almost a bit bitter. He pushed down on her tongue and gripped her by the back of her short hair to move her head closer, at whatever discomfort that gave her neck. Those lips glistened as he tilted her head upward. "Because you're not bad, but mostly because you could be entertaining. Have you ever owned something like that?" he asked as the fingers that made acquaintance with her mouth now held on to the jaw Namer had christened.<br/><br/>He looked down at her with a little intent now, instead of just an owner's distance. "Like, a twig rock that you kick on your way to somewhere you need to be." he nodded with self satisfaction at the explanation. A finger from either hand hooked into separate rows of teeth to keep her mouth open. This was lifting his cock quite a bit. He wondered how her swallow would feel around the dark head, and what lovely, gargling sounds Shy would make. Would she see from here, the compliment in his hardening?<br/><br/>Esfelt's lips shrunk as he flexed his cheeks and drew his tongue for moist. When he opened his mouth again a wealth of foam rolled from the cavern behind his lower incisors to hang off his lower lip. Shy would be able to see it clearly. Eventually the orb became too heavy for itself, and broke free, crashing and sliding on Shy's tongue after its little journey. He didn't allow her to close her mouth as he watched it travel down to the base of her muscle.<br/><br/>"The rock has to be a certain quality, but it's not a the kind of rock you put in a crown. You're just kicking it." he explained as he thought of tossing her head back and simply having at her. It'd be easy enough, with her surprised and smaller, and it was his right to some extent. Eventually he clapped her mouth closed for her and stared at her, waiting for her to swallow before letting her go. If she did not consume, she would not have her freedom back.<br/><br/>"You have to be of a certain quality for me to kick you, Shy." Like it was a great compliment. "But you have to be entertaining if I'm going to kick you all the way to a rock fit enough to throw at my enemies." Leaned back like this, there'd be no secret as to Esfelt's outlines in the cotton pants. He didn't mind anymore, he just beckoned the boy's attention. "Are you going to be fun like that, for me?"