Page 5 of The Dark Elf's Secret Baby
“Layla,” Kerym warns, his voice thick with desire. I only laugh in response, not slowing my steps in the slightest. We both know Kerym could catch me in a heartbeat- his elven abilities easily overshadow my measly human ones, but I think he likes the chase.
In a world where everything is either handed to him or out of his reach entirely, I think he finds it cathartic to test his patience and abilities. I know I do.
Suddenly, I’m slamming into a solid mass right in front of me, the force nearly sending me sprawling to the ground before an equally solid arm is wrapped around my waist, keeping me on my feet and pressed tightly to the mass before me.
It takes a second to realize I’ve run straight into Kerym, who must have sprinted ahead and around me with that damned elven speed.
“Caught you,” he rasps as I find his piercing violet eyes. I pout playfully, shoving lightly against his chest.
“No fair, I want a rematch,” I say, pushing out my lower lip. Laughter dances in Kerym’s eyes as he slowly relinquishes me from his hold, dragging the broad expanse of his hand over the small of my back and the curve of my ass as he releases me.
“Then a rematch you will get,” He replies, his deep tenor hardly above a whisper. “I’ll race you there.”
I take off in lieu of a response, knowing that I’ll need all of the headstart I can get. I hear Kerym laugh and curse lightly under his breath before following after me, our footsteps echoing off of the empty streets as the twinkling lights of his cabin come into view ahead.
Our race isn’t the only reason I’m so excited to see his back porch.
4
Kerym
With every step we take, it gets harder and harder to control myself. I don’t want to have to hold back but with Layla, she makes it impossible. Her deep brown eyes draw me in, like the thickest, richest chocolate. And that laugh! Every time she giggles it’s music to my ears.
The second I get Layla into my home, my careful facade of control snaps. I can’t keep myself from covering her in kisses and stroking everywhere my fingers can reach. I know she’s probably tired and hungry after her time in the mines but I need herright now.
Of course I’ll feed her and let her rest.
After I take my fill.
Pushing her against the wall, I thrust my tongue into her mouth, holding her head in my hands as I dominate her mouth. Layla reaches out and yanks my vest off my shoulders. I tangle my fingers into her wild, curly brown hair and pull her head back as I kiss her harder.
“Gods, Kerym,” Layla gasps out. “Fuck me!”
“Oh, I will, my little fire,” I growl, moving away so I can tear off her corset vest as quickly as possible. Once it’s off, she’s left in her dress and shift, breasts hanging freely in front of my face. I dive in and grope them, bringing them up to mouth at them through the fabric.
“Oh yes!” she cries out, grabbing fistfuls of my black hair as I pinch and tease her nipples with my teeth. I’ve been waiting to get my mouth on her all day and it seems she’s been feeling the same way.
Her leg wraps around my waist, the heat from her core now placed directly against my already overheated groin. My cock strains at the fabric of my trousers, barely able to contain my lust.
“Kerym,” she pleads, whimpering as I suckle her tit, laving it with my full attention. She’s desperate for me.
“Patience,” I murmur, continuing my assault on her breasts. I want her now but I want to sample all the dishes before I go in for the main course. My hands move down to grip her buttocks, squeezing and kneading the curves as I press myself against her. Layla gasps out again and yanks on my hair, which only spurs me along.
“I’m going to devour you, little fire,” I tell her in a warning. She giggles and winks at me.
“Promise?” she asks in a low, seductive voice. I groan and lift her up so her thighs wrap around my waist so I can carry her off to the bedroom.
Once inside, I drop her onto the bed before pouncing immediately and throwing myself on top of her once more. She reaches out and rips my shirt open and I tear her dress off in a rush, wanting to feel naked skin against skin.
Once we’re freed from our garments, I pull her legs apart and yank her down the bed so I can kneel in front of her and taste her straight from the source. My tongue flicks over her clit rapidly, in just the way that she loves the most.
With strength only borne from spending all day with a pickaxe in hand, she grips my hair again and pulls me against her so my face is flush with her cunt, nose rubbing against her swollen bud. She bucks against me wildly and keens, high pitched and needy.
She wants to ride me and I’m happy to oblige.
Shifting us around, I move so I’m the one laying on the bed and she lowers herself over me. There’s always this hesitancy that she has at first, like she’s afraid of crushing me. I yank her down in one swift motion though, disabusing her of that notion. If I were to die this way, I go out in a blaze of glory.
“Sit,” I growl, directly into her throbbing pussy. She squeals again and obeys, rocking herself against me.