Page 14 of Cut of the Dark Elf's Blade
Her midnight hair is wild around her shoulders, the tattered remains of that flimsy excuse for a top hardly clinging to her slim frame. Those stunning emerald eyes are squeezed shut, denying me the full force of her fear, but her heaving chest and the crimson flush that sets her freckles in stark relief are enough for me to forgive the transgression.
After a long moment, her lids part as if she’s only now realizing that I’m not chasing her. Her gaze darts around the room as though she’s looking for me, and I bite back a laugh. Does she think I’m hiding under her bed like some child’s boogeyman?
The evidence of the effect I’ve had on her makes my cock twitch again, straining against the rough fabric of my breeches even more insistently. For a long moment, she only stands there, stuck in the purgatory of waiting and watching for the predator her senses tell her is still lurking.
Dark elf, human, animal – we all react to fear the same.
It drives out all rationality, all semblance of dignity. For many, fear alone is enough of a weapon to bring them to their knees, to beg for the reprieve of death.
But not Neveah. Not my prize.
Though she will certainly fall to her knees for me soon enough.
I’m dragged from my thoughts when she crosses the room suddenly, throwing herself onto her bed. I know as well as she does that she won’t find sleep tonight, at least not for a good, long while. I’ll haunt her, invade her mind. I’ll steal any semblance of peace she’s looking to regain, and she’ll love every second of it.
She’s not still in her bed for long, kicking at her blankets and writhing as though searching for relief. Her cuts sting right about now, I’m sure of it. Yet another reminder of the way I can make her body sing for me.
I have to fight the urge to move closer, to get a more unobstructed view of her. It would mean risking her noticing me, and I simply can’t have that, not yet, not tonight. It’s too early to reveal my hand.
It’s only when I see a skimpy piece of fabric move through the air that I change my mind.
The realization that I just watched her shorts fly across the room strikes me like lightning, and I’m moving before I can think better of it, adjusting my angle and creeping closer until I’m struck dumb yet again by the sight that greets me.
Neveah’s knees are splayed open as though she’s waiting for me, one of her slender fingers moving furiously over her clit. Muted moonlight gleams off of the slick heat of her, spread open invitingly as she tortures me.
The pulsing in my cock intensifies tenfold, and I grip myself through my pants, running a rough finger over the aching head in an attempt to find some relief. I’m enraptured by her, utterly enslaved to this tiny human woman. My eyes bounce wildly between her face and her fingers, unable to decide which focus is more torturously gratifying.
I grip myself tightly through my pants, working myself in time to the fevered motions of her fingers as they dip into that wet heat. She’s so ready for me, so willing. A thread of rage grows in my chest as I watch her back bow off the bed as she rides her hand.
She will be that willing for me. I should be the one working her body, drawing every drop of pleasure from that sweet cunt. She’s mine.
Her breathy moans and the wet sounds of slapping flesh leak through the edges of her window, my grip tightening further around my cock. Release begins to coil at the base of my spine, and it’s only then that I realize what I’m doing.
With a snarl, I release myself, the unforgiving pounding of blood through my cock screaming in frustration. Denying myself is no easy feat, especially not with the show my little human is putting on for me, but I’m a patient man.
When I come, it will be when I’m buried to the hilt inside of her.
And she won’t come again unless it’s for me.
Not at my memory, or at some foolish little desire for her scary shadow to please her. She’ll be at my mercy, those tight little muscles wrapped around my fingers, my tongue, my cock. She’ll come forme.
“Holy Maws,” I groan as I watch her.
With one final cry, Neveah spasms, her movements lurching to a halt as she finds her release. It’s a mere shadow of what I’ll do to her, how I’ll make her cry for me, but she doesn’t know that yet.
For a long moment, she simply stares at the ceiling. I can practically hear her horror at what she’s done, her reluctance to admit that she wants to be owned and dominated by me. She can lie to herself in the darkness of her room, but the truth is still there. She was mine from the moment I saw her.
Regardless of the battle Neveah is waging in her mind, her lashes begin to flutter, sleep sweeping in to claim her as her self-induced bliss relaxes her body. The faint red lines I painted with my knife adorn her stomach and chest like dainty jewelry, her slick sex still gleaming as she finally drifts off to sleep.
I don’t know how long I stand there, watching her doll-like features relax into a smooth, undisturbed mask.
I’ve never found much pleasure in peace, but for some reason, the look of it splashing across her delicate features is almost as gratifying as her fear. Before long, she’s managed to tangle herself up in blankets once again, only snatches of that smooth alabaster skin peeking out.
The moon begins its slow descent, and I make a choice I didn’t expect to make tonight. I move silently across the grass until I’m beneath her window, shimmying my way up the side of the building and jiggling the pane near soundlessly until the lock clicks open.
I step into her room, all of my practice at being a shadow coming as naturally as breathing. My eyes don’t move from her face as I near her bed. Neveah doesn’t so much as twitch, too lost to the oblivion of sleep to register the danger of my presence, how near I am to her, how helpless she is in this moment.
Her breasts heave beneath the sheets, rising and falling gently like the ripples of a pond. With every other breath she takes, a small, throaty noise slips from her heart-shaped lips as though she’s speaking to me unconsciously. It is one of the most beautiful noises I’ve ever heard.