Page 36 of Plaything of the Dark Elf

Dalia

Etheron kisses me, and I want to push him away. I couldn’t get the sight of those elves headless and bleeding onto the cold stone out of my head.

I knew Etheron was violent, but to bear witness to his cruelty… something shifted inside of me. I found myself scared of him. Scared of what might happen to me when I no longer proved “useful.”

So, maybe it is counterproductive for me to try and resist him. Maybe I should be working harder to prove how “useful” I can be to him, but that’s the furthest thing from my mind.

I twist in his hold, but I’m no match for his strength, but what’s more distressing is that his kiss still makes me feel… something. Something I want to keep feeling.

My resistance fades away, and I lean into Etheron, his hard body pressing into mine. The conflicting feelings cause my mind to race. In the back of mind, I can still see the dead elves, but I also see Etheron’s desperation.

His madness.

Yes, those elves could have easily killed me. That is a reality I have lived with my entire life. All humans know we are at mercy of dark elves. It’s the way our world works no matter how much I wished it didn’t, but that is life in Protheka.

I had been lucky enough to live somewhat away from that, but being kidnapped threw me right into the lion’s den. Every day I would wonder if that day would be my last. That fear didn’t stop me from fighting back.

Just because I understood my reality didn’t mean I accepted it.

Being here with Etheron feels different, but I never thought he would worry about me. Because that is what he’s doing, right?

I had assumed he was mad at me because he was yelling, and he probably was to some degree, but there was another emotion there. It’s hard to believe that a dark elf would care for a human, but Etheron has already proved to be different.

Strange.

I don’t know how I feel about that… possibility. I barely understand my feelings for Etheron. He pushes me and punishes me, but he also rewards me and plays with my body in a way that drives me crazy.

Just like he’s doing right now with this kiss.

His lips are not soft, mimicking the intense emotions he was displaying moments earlier. His hands grip like he’s afraid I will disappear. His tongue pushes past my lips and tangles with mine. I can taste the wine that he just drank.

It’s bitter with hints of sweetness. When Etheron moans, my insides clench. I want him so badly that it’s clouding my mind. All the confusing thoughts that were rattling around inside of my mind dissolve away, replaced by a desperate longing for the man who bought me.

Etheron breaks our kiss, and I look up at him. His face is no longer pained. Instead, he’s returned to his usual stony look. The only break in his visage is the fire I see behind his eyes. It is full of lust.

Lust for me.

He takes me by the hand, leading me away from the wall and back to the table. I stumble as I follow him, my legs a little shaky.

Etheron walks back to his chair, sitting down and pulling me between his legs. He keeps a light hold on my hand, running his thumb along my wrist. A shiver runs up my spine as his eyes roam my body.

This kind of desire is dangerous. I’ve already seen how it can go bad, but I’ve also seen how it can go right.

So, so right.

“Take them off.” His eyes cut to his pants, and I know exactly what he wants. I pull my hand out of his hold and bring my hands to the hem of his pants. I bend my neck and flinch when Etheron touches my skin.

I’m insanely nervous, fully aware of the tension in the room. I can’t tell what Etheron is thinking, and I really want to know. What made him go from almost hitting me to kissing me? His mood changes so rapidly, and I want to understand him more.

Etheron continues to caress my neck as I pull his pants off his legs. I take in a deep breath when I notice his growing bulge. Remembering when he was last inside of me makes my muscles tense anticipation.

Even though I want Etheron, I still hesitate because of how unsure he makes me feel. Etheron grabs my wrist and pulls my hand to his crotch. I continue undressing him, my eyes going wide once he is unsheathed.

I already knew what to expect, but I’m still exhilarated by the sight of him.

Etheron lets go of my wrist and brings his hand up my leg. He goes to the inside of my thigh, squeezing my flesh. My core warms as he gets closer and closer to my underwear.

Suddenly, he rips them off, causing me to gasp. His fingers find their way inside of me. I bite my lip, holding back a moan.

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