Jory Strong - Elven Surrender

“Kiss me,” he begged. And moaned when she took his mouth.

Her tongue twined with his, rubbed and stroked as her hard nipples pressed against his chest and her channel repeatedly swallowed his cock.

Each kiss was followed by another one, by a whiplash of desire.

Her movements quickened as their hunger grew. His buttocks flexed and jerked as he thrust upward. When her sheath tightened and rippled in orgasm, he was helpless against the need to come inside her.

Wraith gave them a minute to settle before he entered the bathing chamber with a plate of sliced fruit. He joined them in the water, his cock hard, throbbing, rigid against his belly.

It’d taken sheer willpower to stay away while the sounds of their lovemaking filled his cottage. Even now he wanted to bend her over the edge of the tub then kneel behind her on the sunken ledge and thrust into her. A shiver went through him as another image quickly rose to replace that one—a dark fantasy of spreading her ass cheeks and claiming her in a more primal way.

Wraith closed his eyes to regain control. He would take her—soon. But first he wanted to spend tender moments with her, as Tynan had done. He wanted to show her another side of himself before they ran out of time.

The magic was building rapidly inside her. Tendrils of it were beginning to reach out as if calling for the spell that would make her elf.

If she’d been raised among them then she would know what the mark on her palm signified. But she’d been raised among humans so the knowledge was forbidden to her until after she’d been changed and had time to learn their ways.

Her conversation with Tynan had given him hope, made him less fearful that she’d resent the loss of her old life. Still…

Wraith set the plate of fruit on the ground near the tub’s edge. “I thought you might be hungry,” he said, greeting her with a gentle kiss.

Silver couldn’t help herself. Her eyes ate their way down his body until they got to his thick cock. Despite the number of times she’d already orgasmed, her cunt clenched at the sight of his engorged penis.

“I’m very hungry,” she said, wondering if the nearly overwhelming sexual attraction was what all nulls felt in the presence of elves. Before The Mark appeared she’d never been so needy, so ready to take and be taken—but then she hadn’t known Tynan and Wraith either.

Next to her Tynan laughed. His hand found her spine and slid downward, making her arch her back as if she were offering her breasts to Wraith in order to satisfy his hunger.

Wraith didn’t hesitate. He captured a nipple and starting suckling.

Silver lost herself to sensation. She pressed into him, lifting off the narrow ledge to do it, cried out as Tynan’s hand slipped between her thighs to cup and rub her mound.

Heat. Incredible heat. Her clit throbbed with it. Her cunt lips filled and parted as it pulsed through her, starting at Wraith’s mouth and burning through her until it reached Tynan’s palm.

There was fire in her veins, in her core. It was hotter, more intense, the same and yet different. Instead of burning her from the inside out, this time it seemed to reach for Wraith and Tynan, as if it would pour through her and into them.

She raked her nails over Wraith’s back then freed his hair from its braid so she could spear her fingers through it and hold him to her. She needed him, needed the feel of his mouth on her, sucking in tandem with his fingers on her other nipple, synchronized with Tynan’s movements between her thighs.

Pleasure rippled through her, unstoppable. And still the heat built, reached for them until it was nearly unbearable.

Wraith’s fingers replaced his mouth. Lust glittered in his eyes. “Come for us. Now,” he commanded and like a forest fire out of control, orgasm raged through her, fast and furious, decimating any resistance and changing the landscape in its wake.

Silver slumped against Wraith. She whimpered softly when he repositioned her so her legs were on either side of him and his cock was a hard ridge against her belly.

“I’ll feed you first, then I’ll take what belongs to me,” Wraith said, satisfaction in his voice along with desire.

He selected a slice of pear and held it to her lips. Silver took the fruit he offered, licked the juice off his skin. He fed her another piece. This time she sucked his fingers clean, both of them remembering when it had been his cock between her lips.

Her nipples tightened when Tynan’s knuckles touched the nape of her neck and spine as he freed her braid. She moaned when he combed through her hair with his fingers, shivered with pleasure when he began brushing it, pressing hard enough so each stroke scraped erotically down her back.

Silver luxuriated, not just in the heated water and exotic setting, but in Wraith and Tynan’s attention. The Mark burned where it touched Wraith’s chest, made her feel open, as though there was a conduit from his heart to hers. It felt the same when she touched Tynan, the core of her reaching for the core of him. She felt surrounded by magic, immersed in it—not just the spell magic of elves but a more profound magic, as if her destiny was entwined with theirs.

When she started to turn away from the thought, to slam hope behind the closed doors of her heart, her earlier conversation with Tynan whispered through her mind.

Does your heart demand you serve as a witch?

A witch’s path is the only one I know.

Wraith and I can show you another.

But would she be brave enough to take it if they did?

Wraith shifted Silver from his lap and onto the hidden ledge. When he stood, her breath caught. With the water lapping at his thighs, he looked like a pagan god rising from the sea of creation.

His cock glistened, hard and wet, ready for her. “Let me take you with my mouth,” she said, and his breathing grew unsteady. His fist clenched at his sides.

“No,” he panted. “Put your knees on the ledge and lean over the edge of the tub.”

Silver obeyed instantly, spreading her thighs without being told so he could see her flushed, parted folds and exposed slit.

She expected him to immediately thrust into her, to shove all the way in with a single stroke. Instead he palmed her buttocks, gripped them possessively as his thumbs glided along the flesh on either side of her back entrance.

The touch was darkly carnal, forbidden, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable, aroused despite the hint of erotic fear curling in her belly. “Have you ever known a man here?” he asked, rubbing a thumb over the pucker of her anus.

She jerked in reaction, felt her channel flood with moisture even as she fought the impulse to close her thighs and sink into the water. A whimper escaped when he circled the rim of her back entrance. “No,” she whispered.

“Then Tynan will prepare you so I can take you here.”

Wraith leaned down, kissed and licked the base of her spine. “Later we’ll fuck you together. Would you like that? Do you want our cocks inside you at the same time?”

“Yes.”

There was no hiding how much she wanted it. It was in her voice, in the arousal-scented air around them, in the way the small tremors ran through her.

Tynan returned the brush he’d been using on Silver’s hair to an artfully concealed storage area among a collection of rocks and small sculpted bushes. Wraith’s eye for subtle design pleased him and at another time he’d enjoy studying the intricacies of the bathing chamber. But at the moment he could only look away from Silver long enough to locate the small pearl-like beads filled with a lubricating substance.

He plucked one of them and rolled it between his fingers. His cock throbbed when his gaze shifted to Silver’s smooth buttocks and the tiny rosette waiting for him.