Title: Dancing boy Author: AWH Summary: Dancing boy is NOT gay Keywords: Mb slow oral cum cons rom gay pedophilia ped pedo preteen yng MM BL boylove boy First published: 02 November 2014
Authors notes
This story involves a fictional clan of muslims with their own local traditions.
My knowledge of Islam and muslims is very limited. Everything in this story is fictional and only have the purpose of telling a romantic erotic story about man/boy love. If I have written something incorrect or even anything insulting, it is certainly not intentional.
Feedback will be highly appreciated.
Suggestions about plots, continuations, improvement of any kind or just plain 'I hate/love it' comments are all very welcome.
I hope someone out there will enjoy it.
Chapter 1
The music was loud and foreign. I was curious and went closer to see what was going on.
The music was obviously Arabic of some kind, but I just had to see what was going on, before I went back to my motel room.
I finally got close enough to see a lot of people dancing. There was a lot of noise and laughter.
I stood silently and watched them until I realized that it was a wedding. The bride and groom were the center of attention, and sometimes
everybody stopped and clapped while they did some small rituals, that made no sense to me.
Suddenly a voice boomed "Hey, you!"
I jumped a bit, as I already felt like an intruder. I really had no business being there.
"Ehm..." I said. "I just saw the light and heard music".
"Ok friend. Is party. Come!" he said.
It was a bit overwhelming with this sudden friendliness, but I felt I couldn't refuse. Then it would look like I only wanted to spy on them. So I followed him into the throng of people. He lead us to a big log on the ground we could sit on. There were several other logs spread out over the area for people to sit on.
"I am Ahmed" he said.
"Hi" I said and offered him my hand, while I continued "My name is Bernard".
"Burnat!" he said and looked like I had the weirdest name he ever heard.
I didn't bother to correct him. It didn't matter.
But he didn't take my hand. In stead he gave me a hug and kissed my cheeks.
I had heard about that, but was still surprised, and didn't quite know what to do or say.
We sat there and looked at the chaos around us. Sometimes he leaned over and asked me questions in his broken English. He was very friendly,
but let me sit and watch quietly most of the time. There was a lot of young people giggling and having fun. There was also a lot of children
running about. Nobody was drinking, but all the middle aged and older men, were smoking something from long tubes off weird looking devices. I've
heard about water pipes, but never seen them. I wasn't even sure that was what it was.
He seemed to study me, and caught me looking at the smoking men. And at the teens. And at the children. He just smiled.
I hoped it wasn't too obvious, that I enjoyed the kids. Some of the young teen girls were very attractive too. But most of all, I enjoyed
watching the young boys dancing to the music, mimicking the older girls, twisting and turning their cute bodies, until they collapsed in fits
of giggles. And then next boy tried.
The little girls were dancing too, but they didn't giggle and make fun of it. They seemed to practice very seriously, for when they
needed to dance to impress the boys in a few years, and to gain prestige amongst their peers and the older women.
My new friend leaned over and asked "You have cigarette? American cigarette?"
I didn't smoke. But I happened to have 2 cartons of Marlboro�s in my car. It's a long story, and a bit weird. But a friend with a... dubious profession, one day had a huge amount of cigarettes. I didn't ask how or why. Better not to know anything. We ate pizzas and had some drinks. He claimed he had no money, but insisted to pay me in cigarettes, though I told him a dozen times that I didn't smoke. I really didn't care about the money and I had no use of his cigarettes, but I accepted them in the end, because he insisted. They had been in my car for 2 weeks.
I told him that I had some cigarettes in my room, and went back to the motel. I got 2 cokes from the vending machine, and grabbed 2 packets of cigarettes for my new friend. On my way out of the door, I changed my mind, and grabbed a full carton and put in a bag too. Then I headed back to the wedding.
Chapter 2
When I got back, my friend was nowhere to be seen. He probably thought I wasn't coming back. Or maybe he saw a chance to get out get away,
without being rude. I stood there considering whether I should stay or leave, when the cutest boy I have even seen, started dancing a few meters away. I lost my jaw, and just stared at him, admiring his young perfect boy body, as he twisted and turned, jumped and bend and moved as gracefully as any girl ever had.
He was around 9 years old, I guessed. Had shoulder long hair, that flew around his head when he made a sudden dance move. He was slim, almost
skinny. And his skin seemed to be glistering and looked so soft and smooth I ached to reach out and feel it. Touch him.
He wore long light pants, and a little t shirt which was short enough to creep up and show off his very slim and delicious looking tummy as he
danced. He was a god.
Suddenly I realized that I was staring at him, and quickly looked away. I checked around to see if anyone had noticed, but no one seemed to pay any attention to me. In fact most of the people around me were looking at the dancing boy.
Apart from being immensely beautiful and extremely sexy, he was also a magnificent dancer, which was appreciated by a lot more people than
just me.
I sat down on my log, and resumed staring and enjoying his dance.
The dance was less intense now, and he was goofing around more and giggling with some other boys, who also tried to dance like him. They got
nowhere near to his level, but they were still cute. He let the other boys take the scene and fewer were paying attention to them now. I still
was. Even when he wasn't dancing he was special.
I opened my coke, and some teen girls walked by and caught my attention. I never thought about whether I found Arabians particularly
attractive. And maybe it was just because I was unusually horny, but I really saw a lot of very attractive young people there. Both teen
girls and preteen boys. I wish I had some whiskey in my coke, but though I didn't know much about Arabians or Muslims, I knew that they didn't
drink alcohol, so that would be bad style for me.
Suddenly my friend arrived and almost shouted at me "You look young girls, yes?"
I wasn't really sure how to react to that. Did he think I was a pervert?
I was of course, but I hoped he didn't know that.
"Ehmm... Ehmm..." I stammered brilliantly.
"Ha ha ha" he boomed again. I wondered if he was capable of talking at a normal decibel level.
"Is ok" he said and laughed. "You look pretty girls ok. Girls look you, no-no" he explained.
I got the idea.
I fished out a pack of cigarettes for him.
"American cigarettes you got them!" he exclaimed loud enough for the entire camp to hear. No one seemed to notice though.
"Thank you my friend" he said, got out one of them and returned the pack.
I didn't want it. "No" I said. "I don't smoke. It's for you".
"For me! Thank my friend. You very kind" he said and looked like I just bought him a new car.
"I give you smoke" he said a got up before I could stop him.
I didn't want to smoke.
He returned with a small apparatus. Seemed to be a miniature copy of the big ones most of the older guys were smoking on. He did something
and told me to try it.
I felt I had to, and to my surprise it was really mild and tasted fruity. Not at all like I had imagined.
"You no woman?" he asked?
"No" I answered hesitantly. I wasn't sure if I should elaborate or just leave it at that. But I continued "I don't have a wife, or a
girlfriend"
"Oh" he said. I could see that he felt sorry for me. Of course he couldn't know that I didn't want a girlfriend. And much less a wife.
But I still preferred not to smoke, so after a few more sucks at the weird widget, I let go of it, and he didn't push it further. He, on the
other hand, smoked one after another of my cigarettes.
Then the boy was there again. Dancing close to us. This time he was focused again, and not just goofing around. He was marvelous. I forgot
to play it cool, and was completely absorbed in his beauty and graceful movements. His thin smooth arms moved through the air in beautiful memorizing
patterns, while his body swayed from side to side. And his eyes. I think he looked straight into mine for a second and I completely lost my breath.
He was amazing. So perfect.
Then the voice of my friend exploded into my ear again. "Haha you like the boy? He good dancer"
"Yes" I replied, without taking my eyes off him. After I had noticed everybody else was also captivated by his dance, I didn't bother to hide that I was staring at him.
We sat in silence and looked at his dance. Until he once again began to exaggerate his movements. Almost mocking his own previous dance. As if it had all been a joke or a parody. Then he and his friends started giggling again, and made some rather inappropriate dance moves, which caused all the kids to laugh.
The older kids and the adults ignored them, and no one was looking at them anymore.
"You like the boy?" he asked.
"Yes, he is a very talented dancer" I replied.
We looked at the boys, still goofing around. Some of them stealing glances and the bigger girls, but not the dancer boy. He was busy laughing
with his friends.
A thought occurred to me, and I asked Ahmed "Do you think that he's gay?"
Ahmed looked at me, and then he literally shouted "He no GAY! No here GAY! Gay is very bad. America gay! Clan no gay!".
I didn't understand the next things he said. He continued shouting at me. Most of the words were in Arabian now, and all I understood, was that he was furious.
The people around us, started looking at us, and a few of the younger men moved closer.
I got pretty scared and tried to calm him down.
"I'm really sorry" I said. "I didn't mean to insult him. Or you. Or anyone. It's just he's so..."
I didn't know how to continue that sentence without making it worse. But he wasn't listening to me anyway.
He kept his tirade going, looking furious.
"I'm sorry!" I shouted as loud as I could, hoping he would hear through his own barrage of insults.
Some nearby men started to look really threatening, and shouted at me too.
But just as it looked like one of them was about to actually hit me, my "friend" stepped in and said in English "You never say that!"
I quickly agreed and apologized again "Ok, I promise. I'm really sorry".
He turned around and started a loud discussion with the other men for a few minutes. Then he turned around with a big smile, opened his arms
and said "My friend!"
After a hug and some kisses, he sat down beside me again.
Then he explained. "Gay very bad and forbidden".
He looked at the dancer boy, who didn't seem to know what the fuss had been about. He was once again having fun with his friends.
"Gay is man and man. You see a man there?" he said and nodded towards the boy.
"No, he's a boy" I said.
"Yes. Boy not man. When big he is man. Then he likes girl".
The point was clear. Boys weren't men, so they couldn�t be gay. And when he got older, he would like girls.
I silently disagreed. That boy was going to be gay. But I chose to keep my thoughts to myself.
Chapter 3
Suddenly the music changed, and the place in front of us cleared of people.
"The groom and bride must dance now" Ahmed explained.
I sat silently and watched. They danced a weird dance I'd never seen before. Sometimes tender and loving, but then suddenly wild and powerful.
Everybody was standing in a big circle around them, clapping to the music and spurring them on. The dance got wilder and wilder, until it abruptly stopped. The groom was holding his wife in his arms. Then the crowd opened a path and he carried her away.
Everybody shouted and cheered as they left, and the crowd broke up and filled the place with dancing young couples and playing children.
"Young girls and boys dance now." Ahmed explained.
We watched them for a while, until I remembered that I brought a carton of cigarettes.
"Oh, I said. I didn't know I was going to a wedding, so I don't have a real gift. But I got this" I said and took out the box of cigarettes.
"Do you think it's ok, as a wedding present? I don't want to insult anyone, if it's inappropriate."
Ahmed laughed of me. "He be happy. I give" he said and yanked it out of my hand.
I almost protested. I suspected that he was going to keep it for himself, but I didn't want to insult him again, so I didn't say anything. And I was probably wrong anyway. Pretty shitty of me, to expect the worst of a seemingly nice guy.
Suddenly the boy was in front of us, looking right at me.
I felt a goofy smile spreading on my face, as I looked into his beautiful eyes. He smiled at me. Then he lifted his arms over his heard, and
did a little dance move, exposing his little stomach. He giggled and made a cute face, then he turned around and rushed off to his friends, leaving me with an open mouth.
"Ha ha ha" my loud friend boomed again. "You like boy!" he said.
He got up, and said something in Arab to the nearest men. They all looked at me and laughed.
Then a commotion started. A murmur spread and two men went over and spoke with the cute dancer boy and grabbed his arm.
He tried to get away, but they held him and talked to him in a stern voice. Then they pointed at me, and the boy shook his head, looking embarrassed.
Once again I was frightened. It was like being in a surreal dream. I never knew what would happen the next minute. Things developed and people
reacted so strange it was completely unpredictable to me.
The boy was led to stand in front of me. He tried to refuse, but the crowd surrounded us, and started clapping a beat.
Finally I understood. They wanted him to dance for me. He was reluctant. Ashamed or embarrassed it seemed.
But slowly the pressure from the crowd and the rhythm of their clapping made him move. Slowly at first. Testing if they were going to laugh.
Then more steady. More confident. And within 30 seconds he had us all captivated again.
He danced for me. Kept my eyes locked with his. Moved, swayed, twisted, kicked and jumped. All for me.
He slid closer, put his right foot high in the air, slowly lowered it and placed it on my knee, as he leaned back, turned his head back too
exposing his throat, spread out his arms and froze. It was his finishing stance, and the crowd loved it. I did too of course.
Everybody was clapping and shouting.
Until someone right beside me, said something I didn't understand and pointed at me. They all went silent. And then they started laughing. The
laughter grew to a roar, and the boy straightened up and looked at me. Then he looked at my crotch. I followed his eyes, and realized that I
had a huge boner, which was clearly visible as it made a big tent in my pants, even though I was sitting down.
I put my hands in my lap, and tried to hide it while I adjusted it's position to make it look less obvious. But the damage was done, and
everybody was increasingly amused the more embarrassed I got.
The boys eyes met mine again. And I saw something in them. Maybe it was pity?
Then he, still with his foot on my knee, got a determined look on his face. He smiled at me and raised his arms.
The crowd stopped laughing and went silent. And then he started moving again.
Slowly, gracefully. Seemingly without any rhythm, except in his head, he swayed, moved with eyes closed. soft slow movements. It was entirely
different than the other dances. Less rhythmic but immensely intense and beautiful. And erotic.
This time I was aware that my cock was rock hard. He looked straight into my eyes, and smiled at me. As if he knew I was attracted to him. His
arms spread out, beckoning me to embrace him for a second, then they made intricate patterns in the air and he floated away. Only to return and entice me even more.
Ahmed whispered in my ear "He dance Oraoti for you". I had no idea what he meant.
His voiced sounded very surprised as he continued "Boys no dance this. Girls dance charm boy".
The dance was getting hotter. His hands were now touching his tummy and chest, as he was dancing, moving to his inner music.
It was so intense, no one made a sound. Everybody was looking at the boy, dancing a dance that was only for girls. Dancing a dance that wasn't
for children. Dancing it in such an intense and erotic way that everybody was completely immersed in his show. Dancing it for me.
Suddenly it was over. The boy was standing still in front of me. His chest rising and falling rapidly as he was out of breath. He's hands
rested on his chest and on his crotch. The dance had ended being almost pornographic. Or maybe it was only because I was so attracted to him,
that it seemed so to me. But there was no doubt it had been erotic. People started mumbling quietly, as the spell of dance was broken.
He opened his eyes and looked at me. I became aware that my cock was very hard again. It was probably visible through my pants.
He reached out and took my hand. I wasn't sure what to do. I wanted to grab him and hug him tight. But everybody was watching us.
Ahmed said "Dance was for you. You go with him now".
I stammered "But... He's a little boy". Still not sure what their reaction was.
Ahmed said "Yes he boy. Not man. Boys is... like girls not man. You go now".
I didn't understand his logic. A few minutes earlier they seemed ready to beat me up, because I mentioned that the gay little boy was a bit...
gay-ish. Now they had all seen that he turned me on, and seen him dance a forbidden erotic dance for me. And they expected me to go with him?
It didn't make any sense.
He tugged gently at my hand and smiled to me. I checked the bulge in my pants, trying to make it less obvious before I got up.
He pulled my hand and lead me away from the throng of people. As we passed through, the friends he had been dancing with earlier, were giggling at us, and one of them made a rude remark I think. My boy merely smiled at him, as his friend was rewarded with a slap on his head,
from a nearby adult. And then we left the crowd.
Chapter 4
When we had cleared the open space and were alone behind some trees, he stopped and looked at me.
My heart was thumping hard in excitement. What was going to happen now, I wondered.
He took a step towards me, wrapped his little arms around me and hugged me. I was sure he must have felt my still very hard cock against his
chest, but he made no sign if he could.
I reached down and picked him up, lifted him off the ground and hugged him tight. Then I kissed his sweaty neck. He tasted a little bit salty,
but I didn't mind. To me he was the sexiest thing I had ever laid my eyes or hands on. He sighed contently.
After just hugging each other for a minute, I put him down on the ground again. He took my hand and lead me on towards a trailer. He stopped
and with his hand told me to wait. Then he knocked. No one answered. He opened the door and and motioned for me to follow.
Once inside he lit some candles. My body was trembling. Could it really be true, that this sexy gay boy, wanted to have sex with me?
The trailer was smelly and messy. But not very dirty. It looked like a lot of people were living here. There was a couch, a table with chairs
a TV set and a compact stove.
He pushed me down on the couch. Then sat on me. He lowered his butt onto my crotch, and I could feel his butt pressing down on my cock. Then
he wrapped his arms around me again, leaned forward and kissed me on the mouth.
My whole body was shaking. I wanted him so badly. I wanted to stick my tongue in him, my dick in him, fill him with my cum. Suck his dick,
pleasure him beyond anything he ever experienced. I wanted to do it all at the same time. I hoped he wanted it too.
Our mouths opened slowly, and at the same time, we both stuck just the tip of our tongues out to meet each other between our lips. It a was
very sweet and tender kiss. At first. But quickly the passion grew, and he starting rotation his butt on my hard cock as our tongues were
fighting, licking and greedily pushing into each others mouth to be sucked on.
The boy seemed every bit as horny as I was. And within two minutes, he reached down and unbuttoned my pants. I lifted his shirt over his head,
and nearly lost my breath when I saw his naked torso. But he didn't pause even a fraction of a second. He reached into my open pants, put his
hand in my underwear and wrapped his fingers around my cock.
I gasped as I felt his hand squeezing my cock and starting to rub it up and down.
I fumbled with his pants, wanting to play with his little cock too. I had never been so horny in my life before, and I was amazed that he
seemed to match my lust.
My cock felt like it was on the brink of explosion, from his eagerly jerking hand. I had to take his hand away.
He looked puzzled, as if he didn't understand why. I couldn't tell him. In stead I put him on the couch beside me, and started taking off my
pants, while I motioned for him to do the same.
A smile spread on his face as he quickly pulled off his pants and stripped entirely in just a few seconds, without ever taking his eyes off my
crotch. I was still in my underwear, and gave him a bit of a show, with my huge cock nearly bursting out of my tights. I pushed it a bit to
the side, then back up in vertical position. He eyes was glued to it.
I hooked my fingers under the elastic band, and pulled out an inch. I could look down on my cock head, but he still wasn't able to see it.
Then I lowered the tights an inch, so he could just see the tip of my cock.
I let go of my tights and let the elastic band trap my cock, with an inch of it sticking up. Then I knelt down on the couch, one knee on each
side of the cute horny staring boy, still with his eyes glued to my cock.
My crotch was just 10 inches from his face, and it was clear that he was completely lost in my hard cock. He didn't move, but just stared at
it.
I grabbed his little hands, and placed them on my cock. He looked up at me for the first time in minutes, and seemed thrilled by the chance to do as he pleased with my cock. His eyes returned to the object of his desire. He yanked down the front of my tights. For the first time he
feasted his eyes on my huge naked throbbing cock. He eyes grew as he took in the sight. He might not be a man, but I had no doubt he was gay.
He looked like he was in love with my cock.
His fingers closed around it, and he squeezed it gently. Then harder. And then very hard as he looked up at me. I smiled and let out a moan,
to let him know it felt good. Then in an instant he leaned forward and took the head of my huge cock in his mouth. He could barely fit it in,
but that didn't slow him down.
I knew now that he was inexperienced. This was probably his first experience with a cock. A big adult cock at least. I could feel his teeth
and the warm wetness of his mouth.
His tongue was working in his mouth, and he started to move his head up and down on my cock.
It felt so good. This boy, maybe the sexiest most gay long haired boy in the world, was holding my hard cock in his mouth and devouring it, as
if he was in love with it.
I pulled down my tights, while he still had my cock in his mouth. Then I placed his hands on them, and motioned for him to pull them further
down. He got the idea, without looking at me and without taking my cock out of his sucking mouth.
He pulled them all the way down to my ankles and I stepped out of them.
Finally he took out my cock and took in a big breath of air. Then he hugged me, pressing his face into my cock. I let him enjoy it for a
while, before I leaned down, kissed his mouth a few seconds and pushed him sideways down on the couch.
I grabbed his little very hard circumcised 3 inch dick, and started stroking it.
His eyes widened as I lowered my head to suck him. Again I felt sure that this was his first time.
He was so horny. I sucked him slowly. Taking my time. I knew he longed to enjoy my cock again, but I wanted to make him cum first. The beautiful sexy gay boy surely had deserved it.
He spread his legs for me and moaned. Though I was sucking him very slowly and gently, he was so horny that I knew it wouldn't take much to
make him cum. And very soon he began humping my mouth. He probably felt I was doing too slowly, so I let him fuck my mouth and increased my
pace. I stroked him harder, took his dick out of my mouth and looked at his pretty feminine boy face. He was in heaven.
Then I took him in my mouth again and sucked hard while jerking him. 5 seconds was all it took. He pushed his hips forward and let out some
cute sounds as he came. "Hnggg umpphhh oooh" he said.
There was no wetness when he came. He was too young for that. But his sexy boy dick twitched and danced happily in my mouth, as his body
tensed and his moans grew louder. It only lasted 10-15 seconds but I loved to feel and hear his pleasure.
I kept him in my mouth for a while. But soon he pushed my head away, and with a huge sexy smile, he kissed me briefly before he dove in for my
cock. He assaulted it with great passion. Rubbed it all over his face while he cooed and made happy sounds.
My cock was leaking precum, which made him stop and ponder, when he felt the wetness on his forehead. He inspected it closely and looked up at
me. I just smiled at him. I would love to have explained to him what it was, but there we no way to do that.
He squeezed my cock again and a new bigger glob appeared. This time he stuck out his tongue and jammed into into the glob. Then he closed his
mouth at tasted it.
The verdict seemed to come out positive, because after a couple of seconds, he moved in again and licked all my precum off in one big lick. Then he swallowed it, proceeded to take my whole cock head in his mouth again, and resumed his sucking.
It felt so good and I wanted to cum so badly.
I looked down at his wonderful cute slim body, as he practiced his sucking. I let my hand glide over his back and felt his smooth soft warm skin.
I felt his hand close around my cock and he started to squeeze it while he sucked me. The tingling pleasure was spreading and I knew I couldn�t last long.
I wanted to warn him. He probably never had seen and surely never tasted cum. But I had no way of explaining it.
And then it was too late. I was going to cum in a few seconds. There was no way back. My whole body tensed as I was overwhelmed with a wave of
ecstasy. I tried to push him off my cock, but he would have nothing of it. He could probably feel that I was going to cum, like he just had,
but I was afraid that he wouldn't like the cum I was going to spray into his mouth in a... Now.
And then I exploded in ecstasy as I felt a powerful ejaculation into his mouth.
As I had feared, he was surprised by my cum. He took out my cock and looked at me with a highly confused look, as the cum ran out of his
mouth. Maybe he thought I had peed.
Another spasm hit me and my cock spewed out another big splash of cum, hitting him on his cheek. He looked at my cock with awe in his
expression just as I lost focus, from the next wave of pleasure.
My hips moved involuntary as I felt his mouth close around my cock again and felt my next load of cum shoot into his mouth. I could feel him
swallow as I pumped out the rest of my deposits into his loving mouth.
As I laid there, regaining my senses and wits after my orgasm, I was filled with love for this boy giving me such pleasure. He was still very
fond of my cock. Holding it in his mouth, then sucking on it. Then kissing it. And then slowly stroking or squeezing it, as he studied it, with a look like a boy in love. It felt so perfect.
I pulled him up to me and kissed him. I could taste my cum in his mouth. Then we hugged. I wished we could talk. I wanted to tell him how
lovely, sexy and perfect he was, and how much I had enjoyed it.
I only held him for a couple of minutes before he suddenly got up and pulled on his pants. Then he motioned for me to do the same.
I reluctantly got dressed, and then he dragged me out of the trailer and back into party. He paraded me around, proudly presenting me for
everyone to see, as if I was his trophy. Maybe I was. Suddenly Ahmed spotted us, and his always loud voice boomed through the cacophony of
laughter and sounds.
"Hey my friend" he shouted.
My little friend looked at Ahmed and smiled at me, as he dragged me in Ahmeds direction.
The cute boy and Ahmed started talking. I was clueless about the topic, but I had a feeling they talked about me.
Then Ahmed said. "Boy is Illias. He like you. He say you his man". Then he laughed.
I looked at Illias and put my arm around him. "I like him very much too. He's a very talented boy"
"Illias special boy" then he laughed out another loud roar.
"Could you tell Illias, that I think he's a very special and beautiful boy?" I dared asking.
They spoke a bit again, and after a while Ahmed replied "He thank. Illias say you his. He... Proud. You stay Illias".
Hmm... Did he mean I should stay with Illias? I was happy to oblige. But for how long, I wondered. "Ok, I can stay a while. When does the party end?" I asked.
"No no ends. 2 days" he said
"The party ends in 2 days?" I asked surprised.
"Marriage, big party." Ahmed explained.
I wondered if that meant he expected me to stay with Illias for 2 days.
I looked at little Illias, who looked up at me with a proud and content look on his face. And maybe there was a hint of something else too.
Was it lust?