The little elf didn't fight or try to run but he wasn't much of an active participant. He was frozen until Malta physically moved him, though he remained passive and in the position he'd been arranged in. Agreeable enough though he clearly wasn't looking forward to what was to come. Malta didn't blame him, really. This was how it was going to be though and he should have never wandered this close if he didn't want to be taken prisoner by the enemy. Bored soldiers usually didn't mean good things for their captives, especially ones as striking as the elf.<br/><br/>It all was a bit mute and lackluster though, for Malta anyway. A quick fuck with a pretty doll is all it would be given his partner's enthusiasm. He'd be able to finish but it generally wasn't Malta's preferred ways, no matter how exotic the creature was beneath him. He used some of the thick fat he had stored away to add to his cooking, something that he warmed up in his hand to make an oil. Thick fingers slipped into the elf to coat him from the inside before he rubbed the excess on himself. His touches weren't very personal, more about getting to the point but he wouldn't go out of his way hurt the little elf. Pain did even less for him than grudging resolve. He ran calloused hands over his petite body as he lined himself up and pressed, easing within the tight warmth. He gave him time to adjust to him and even if Malta wasn't as enthusiastic as he could have been the body that sheathed him still felt lovely.<br/><br/>Malta didn't speak to him throughout but his hands remained gentle, petting encouraging the elf to relax. It wouldn't take him long to finish and Malta wouldn't drag it out longer than what he needed to find release. He tried to make it as impersonal as possible, just a soldier sating his need. He doubted many of the others would be so courteous if given the same opportunity but Malta was soft in some ways. Not a good enough man to refuse completely but some middle ground in between. He pulled the elf up against him when he came, grunting and a few more final thrusts before he started to collapse, catching himself with one arm before crushing he crushed the body beneath him.<br/><br/>Malta pulled out slowly and flopped onto his side, taking the elf with him, a heavy arm strung around him.<br/><br/>“Don't think about doing something stupid in the night. You make it past me you won't make it past the rest of the camp,” he warned half-heartedly, yawning as he threw the furs over them both. He was sleepy and tucking the elf up beside him was both practical given the chill and it meant Malta didn't have to get up to tie him somewhere. The winds were screaming outside and he imagined that was enough deterrent to keep the Khry from trying to run. If he was smart he'd stay put where he was. He'd at least be warm.<br/><br/>“Get some sleep. You've been cooperative so don't ruin it now.” Another yawn. “I'll talk to Vahit tomorrow.”