Page 21 of Plaything of the Dark Elf

When I guide his head to my opening, one of his hands grips my throat. “Do it!”

The force of his words hit me like a slap across the face.

“You pulled it out for a reason.” He leans down to encase my face with his hair, trapping us inches from each other. “Let me see your claws, little likar.”

My heart freezes, but I pull the knife and press it against his throat.

He presses his hips forward, pushing his cockhead into me.

The rush shoots through my body, arching my back, tilting my head back as I let out a sultry moan.

Etheron grips my hand, squeezing it around the knife, pressing it against his throat. A line of red emerges and a trail of blood trickles across the shining steel.

I yank my hand, trying to get it away from him, but he holds me firm.

“Don’t run from it, Dalia.” He slides his cock deeper. “Show me your hate.”

I shake my head. It’s a trick, a death sentence. He has every right to kill me on the spot.

He leans in deeper, whispering in my ear, “I know you hate me. You can’t hide anything from me. Not the knife, not your thoughts, your feelings. I already know. Now, show me.”

I shoot forward, sitting up on the table, as my lips snatch his up and I press the knife against his collarbone. I bite his delicious lips and rake the blade across his chest while rolling my hips to take more of his cock into me. My legs pull on him, demanding more of his manhood.

Etheron grimaces but laughs. His hand on my throat squeezes harder, shoving me back to the table. “Yes. That’s the fire I paid for.” He peels the knife from my hand before slamming it down on the table next to my head.

I scream but my body doesn’t stop working on getting more of him. I fall into the rhythm he sets, a rough, beating pace that jolts my body with each powerful thrust. My hands grip his wrist at my throat. His blood pools under my nails biting into his skin.

He lifts me off the table, his free hand gripping one of my thighs. I’m airborne till he slams me against the wall, driving himself deeper.

The wall drives the air from my lungs but his thrust forces me to gasp. “Ohhh, Etheron.”

I grunt as his thrusting turns vicious, too fast to keep track of how many times he’s pulled out, only to shove back in.

It’s as if he’s hammering out another one of the weapons that surround us. Molding my insides into a perfect sheath.

He releases my throat, only to press his forearm against my collar, shoving me into the wall hard enough I’m surprised the mortar is holding the stones in place. “Tell me, Dalia. Put words to that hate in your heart.”

I grimace and snarl. He’s right. I hate this man. All these dark elves forcing humans to live like we do. Buying us, selling us, killing us. And Etheron is just as bad as their worst, wanting me just so I can scratch and claw for my life. His laughing mocks the struggle I’ve been in all my life. He’s a fucking— “Bastard!”

My nails rake over his bulging chest before gripping his thick jaw pulling him forward so I can taste his lips and tongue.

His body presses me against the wall while his hands caress the soft slopes of my face till his fingers tighten in my hair.

“I hate you,” I scream into his mouth between desperate kisses.

His thrusts turn wild, slamming into me to the point all I can do is hold on for dear life. My feet hook behind his back to make sure he stays in when he releases.

“Yes! Fuck me! Just like that!” I squeeze my eyes shut and press my head against his so I can focus on breathing. Each thrust threatens to drive all the air from my lungs as he moves faster, with the stamina as an equus. “Ugh! Etheron, please. Please… More!”

His hands reach down, slipping between my legs and his hips. He grips the backs of my knees and presses them against the wall.

So much for my leg lock. But how can I possibly stand against his strength? He can do whatever he wishes with my body. His brutality is limited only by his imagination, and that includes how he fucks me.

His cock and hips are blurs. I wouldn’t be surprised if this is magic, but even if it is sheer physical dominance, the effect on my body and mind are pure magic.

The tension between my legs builds to a precipice, but even while it grows, I can’t climax. My body needs his release, his permission. “Etheron!” My nails rip into his ribs, attempting to hold him inside.

He shoots into me and my climax slams down on my clit like a collapsing building. My quivering, pulsing walls pull on him, draining all his seed into me.

He leans against the wall, pressing me between the two immeasurable weights. “I…” He sighs.

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