Page 17 of Elven Oath

My body is aflame as all my energy seems to pull from my limbs into the one spot his mouth is on me. I feel my body so close to that sharp edge. My insides begin to vibrate and he pulls away quickly.

I look at him wanting to demand that he continue but the look in his golden eyes as he crawls over my body renders me mute. His mouth takes mine again and I taste myself on his tongue. It’s such a strange thing.

With his body laying against mine, he moves his hips and his thick cock glides through my wetness, coating him with it. He stops moving, pulling his mouth from mine when he positions himself at my entrance.

“This will sting. But only for a moment.” His gaze bores into mine until I give a short nod.

Reaching down, he pulls my knees up as far as they will go. Swiftly he pushes himself in at the same time as he takes my scream into his mouth. Waiting for it to hurt more than the small bit of pain I just felt, I open one eye wondering what’s next.

Instead he begins to slowly pump himself into me. At first it just feels strange but as his pace gets faster, the pleasure to my body ignites.

With each stroke, he hits something deep inside. My passage throbs with realization that something glorious is coming. He lifts his top half from me, taking most of his weight on his arms, staring back down at me.

His eyes change slightly. Becoming almost catlike and I wonder for only a second if I am getting a glimpse of the dragon beneath the surface. I’m caught in the gaze as I gasp from the pleasure that is building even higher.

I’m about to explode from within when he speaks between hard pumps of his body into my own.

“I snáitheanna cinniúna, áit a bhfuil muid ceangailte go dlúth.

Tarraingt, tine, glaoch caoin,

A tharraingíonn sinn níos gaire trí ardú agus titim.

Arann ár n-anamacha le lámh na cinniúna,

Tríd an spéir agus an gaineamh ag sleamhnú.

Áit a bhuaileann lasair dragan le grásta sí,

I do shúile geala, faighim mo áit.

Tá na réaltaí mar fhinné, osnaíonn an ghealach,

Agus muid ceangailte, tú is mise.

Ceangal chomh domhain, ní thig le h-am ná oíche,

Solas ársa na gealaí a mhaolú.

Vevina, A Bhean Mhilis, tú mo threoir,

Ionat, a ghrá mo chroí.

Óir sa cheangal seo, scaoiltear sinn saor—

Le chéile go deo na ndeor.”

(Translation: In threads of fate where we both belong.

A pull, a fire, a whispered call,

That draws us closer through rise and fall.

Our souls entwined by destiny's hand,

Across realms of sky and shifting sand.

Where dragon's flame meets elven grace,

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