Page 27 of Plaything of the Dark Elf

Once again we walk down the dimly lit hall. Though this time we exit through a different door than the arch I had entered.

He places his hand on a wooden door, and lets out a whisper. The door lights up with runes before there is a soft click and it swings open, revealing the large room inside.

“Make yourself comfortable, I will send the humans in momentarily.”

I do not get a chance to answer him. He is gone and the door is closed. That is fine, it gives me a moment to collect myself. This is what I want. A room, a distraction.

I have to get ready. I could have the women do it when they arrive, but I prefer to remove my own clothing. I fold it, place the articles neatly on the table and my boots by the door.

There isn’t much else in the room. The bed is large enough for a group to occupy with space to spare, two end tables filled with oils and perfumes to be used, and the larger table for taking meals if requested.

I pull one of the chairs away from the table and turn it to face the bed. The dark oak wood is framed with a plush mauve cushion, it’s plush and comfortable. I sit, with one leg braced on the edge of the bed, the other foot on the floor, just as the women enter the room.

I motion for them to get on the bed, and they do without question. Good. I do not want any more conversation, least of all with pets that I have paid for. Glancing over them, I am pleased with the quality of their looks.

“Pleasure each other.” I growl out and lean further back in the chair. They seem a little taken aback by the order, but it lasts not even a moment.

One of the women, the blonde, lays on her back, legs bent at the knee and head tilted back against the mattress. She is sideways to me, so that I can maintain the perfect view of what it is they are about to do to one another.

The second woman settles herself between the firsts’ legs. Her hands roam up the woman’s abdomen and back down to grip her thighs. She lowers her face and licks a clear line along the dip of the pelvis in front of her. A thigh blocks my view, but the way the blonde arches off the mattress I know what she is doing with her tongue.

The third, a red head with a smattering of freckles covering her body, grins. Not wanting to be left out she moves forward on her knees, placing her own slick heat above the blonde's mouth, and lowers herself. Sitting with a sigh.

It should be more thrilling than this. Though my cock is hard, and I stroke it leisurely, teasing the head with my thumb as the women continue to moan and caress one another. It is not building a passion like I hoped it would have.

Coming here, renting these pets, is not driving Dalia from my mind. I look at the blond woman on her back, legs spread as she is ravished by the other two, and all I see is Dalia beneath me. Her mouth open in ecstasy.

I let out a sigh and drop my hand to my thigh. There is no point in continuing. This was a waste of money.

The red headed human meets my eyes. Fearing that they are not putting on a good enough show, I suppose. She reaches forward, her hand coming into contact with my knee. I sneer and push away from the bed.

“Finish one another and go wash up.” I tell them as I pull my clothing back on. Cock soft as I shove my feet back into my boots and leave the room.

A waste of money. A waste of time. If this is not going to work then what will free me?

All I want is Dalia, yet all I want is to stop wanting her.

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