Page 16 of A Brat's Tale
He nods and turns to head through the gate and in short order becomes another ghost passing through my life, just like my Corrik.
Chapter 4
The material felt scratchy. After having been naked for so many days, my body had to remember what it was like to be encumbered with every step. But the beige pants kept my cock from bobbing around and at the time, I cared that I was flouncing around naked and who would see what. They were also a prize won. Bayaden didn’t think I could acquire a pair without his help, but I had.
Bayaden took me for the first time that same day.
It was a build-up of amazing sexual tension due to me being a fucking brat and Baya’s Top energy responding in kind,needingto take me. When Elves are aroused, it’s different than when humans are. As humans, it’s bad enough. We get fucking horny and we crave.
Elvesneed.
Once they go down that road, it’s near impossible for them to stop.
It wasn’t two days into my servitude to him when I returned to his chambers to find him staring out the window, but he was quick to have me against the wall, held by my throat. My black collar was ripped off and his teeth sunk viciously into my neck. I cried out; he cupped a hand over my mouth. But my cry was only because of the pain; I wasn’t scared. Fuck no. All of it was arousing, my cock got painfully hard and felt as natural as breathing; I opened my neckallowing him to sink deeper. The suctioning grip of teeth released with a squishy sound, taking some of the skin of my neck with them; the holes left behind gushed blood.
He pulled his face half an inch away so I could see the burn in his eyes, his anger, laced with pure desire, the ache of it etched clearly on his beautiful face. He wanted me and he hated that he wanted me, the flea-ridden human forced into his life. He demanded something of me in Elvish. Back then, I couldn’t understand him. He was being an arsehole, but his desire for me won out, and he switched to my home tongue to move things along. “Undress, I wish to view you.”
The pants were a victory, which I still swear I saw him crack a half-smile over; they proved how clever I am and Bayaden admires cleverness. “Forget it Bayaden.” I tried to push past him to my bed, which was on the floor next to his. I wanted to forget the whole day had ever happened. It had been a trying day to say the least; I was in no mood for horny Elves.
"Take them off, or I'll rip them off."
"Damn it, Bayaden!"
"Now," he said in Elvish I recognized, his ears flaring.
I was furious, but I did as I was instructed. I didn't intend on putting my new pants anywhere near him, but he snatched them from me.Stupid, agile Elves."You said I could have pants if I acquired them myself." I full-on pouted at him.
He tossed the pants away; he didn’t care about them; he was more interested in my hardening cock. "See, you desire me."
"I am a male Bayaden, it has nothing to do with you," I lied. I hated myself and I hated him more.I was married, and I still wanted him.Badly. I liked what he was doing to me, even as the blood ran down my neck. By the Gods, I'd never felt like that. My heart thumped in my chest,it does that for him—races without rhythm—it feels like the height of battle.
We stood breathing, facing off. I was naked, sore, bruised, bleeding, and my hard cock throbbing, buthewas the vulnerable one, and we knew it: he was about to lose something.
"I want you to suck me," he said.
I knew that day would come. Not only is it common to fuck the spoils of war—well unless you are Markaytian—Andothair had mentioned this. But I thought I would be made to do this, tied down and fucked. I didn't expect how I felt.
Iwantedto suck his cock.
I'd like to say that I was only thinking of Diekin's life because in some small measure I was, but mostly, I wanted him. "I'm going to bed,” I said.
He grabbed me by the side of my face. "You are mine." He was fucking breathless.
"I am not yours. I belong to Corrik."
He didn’t like that. He dragged me by clawing at my roots with his meaty hand and unless I wanted my head detached from my body, I was forced to follow. He threw me on the bed, not my bed, but his large, soft one. I froze. Bayaden wasn't Bayaden in that moment, he was something else. ‘The Elves are creatures; they are of a different breed than us Markaytians,’my uncle had said.
And they are.
I realized my mistake, it was one I had been making all along, even with Corrik. As much as I knew they were like creatures cerebrally, I still operated as if they were human. It’s hard not to; in many ways they resemble humans and so we humans anthropomorphize them. But inside they are wired differently. I began to see it with Corrik, but it was Bayaden that helped me understand it. Arousal possesses them and they turn animalistic. When that happens, it’s aneedand it has to be satisfied; there’s almost no stopping the tumble of passion at that point.
He caged me with his arms planted on either side of me and sniffed up my body slowly, inhaling my scent. When he reached my neck, he licked his thick tongue across the blood still seeping in tiny rivulets from where he bit me. The holes patched themselves over. He nuzzled his nose across the mark I could feel there, and I could sense he wanted to bite it again, but he was able to exercise enough restraint not to, else he would have killed me. As it was, I could have bled out, but he’d bittenjustshallow enough.
"That's funny, you smell like you’re mine."
I couldn’t breathe. There's always been something frighteningly vicious about Bayaden everyone senses, especially me, but he's got a way with sarcastic humor that's hard to spot when you're busy being terrified, and when you finally do, it's soothing—you know he's not going to murder you; he just likes you to think he’s going to murder you.
Besides, danger turns me on. Bayaden is the perfect mixture of deadly and hilarious.Ugh.I have a type.
