Page 15 of Plaything of the Dark Elf

Etheron grabs and throws me back onto the bed before spreading me wide again. I choke, my hole sore from him but begging to be pounded into once more. I prop my ass up in the air for him, positioning myself in a perked manner in hopes that he’ll find it alluring.

I let out an obscene sound when he fills me up again with a single hard thrust.

“Ohh! Etheron!”

“Yes,” he slaps my ass hard. “Say my name. Just like that.”

I grip the bed sheets again until my knuckles go white. I squeeze around him as tight as I can, hoping that it’ll keep him inside of me this time.

His hands grip my hips hard enough that I know they will definitely bruise—no possibility about it.

I moan with each thrust, the pace just as punishing as before. It feels so fantastic that I can feel my body gearing up for another explosion.

“Ohhh… Etheron…”

“Mine.” he growls.

That sends me over again. My entire body stiffens as I orgasm once again, the air leaving my lungs for so long that my vision peppers with black dots.

Etheron snarls and slams his hips into me once more before freezing. I milk him dry, that warmth spreading inside of me and coating my walls until it feels like I’m about to burst from the pressure.

It’s so dirty and wrong but I don’t care.

It’s the hottest sex I’ve ever had.

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