“Dalia,” Etheron sighs. “Don’t swallow your beautiful noises. I want to hear you.” Etheron pushes his fingers deeper inside of me. I bite down harder on my lip, something inside of me pushing back against Etheron’s request.
I know he likes it when I fight back. He’s too strong for me to physically push him, so maybe I can “rebel” in other ways.
I think Etheron understands what I’m doing because he smirks. It’s small, but I can tell he’s amused.
“Seems you know how much I appreciate a challenge,” he comments as he adds a third finger. He swirls his digits around. I try to clamp my legs together, but Etheron doesn’t let me, his large hand keeping me from bringing my thighs together.
I’m about to lose my silent battle, but then Etheron removes his fingers inside me. He brings me onto his lap, positioning my body in front of his shaft.
Once I’m comfortably on his lap, Etheron sits back and watches me.
“Move,” he commands. I’m still for a few seconds before realizing what he wants me to do. I pull up my dress, exposing my thighs. I pick my body up and wrap my fingers around Etheron’s cock, positioning it at my slit.
Slowly, I start my descent, my breath hitching when his tip pushes past my folds. Etheron stays still as I move my hips up and down. I keep my mouth closed, pressing my lips into a tight line.
We look at one another, waiting for the other to break first. Etheron’s waits for my silence to break, and I wait for him to move.
I make my movements more vigorous, letting Etheron’s cock go even deeper inside of me. I grab his shoulder to stabilize myself, digging my fingernails into his skin.
I see the tension in Etheron’s jaw, and a thrill encapsulates my entire body. I may not have a lot of power, but I am beginning to understand that I’m not the only one with such a deep well of desire.
I don’t know what that means or how I can use it, but knowing it’s there, inside of Etheron as well, gives me a boost.
And I get another one when Etheron folds first, standing up and walking us over to the dining table. He lays me down on the table, ripping my dress off as well, so I am completely naked.
“You’re going to scream my name Dalia. All you will be able to think about is me,” he breathes while disrobing. Seconds later, he pulls me towards the end of the table, my ass hanging off the edge.
Etheron hooks one of my legs on his arm, opening me up even more. He doesn’t waste any time, impaling me with his cock. I throw my head back, letting out a pained grunt as he violently thrusts in and out of me.
“That’s what I wanted to hear.” I can hear the smile on his lips. “Louder, Dalia. Louder.” I can’t hold back anymore and give Etheron exactly what he wants. I scream his name over and over like it’s a prayer.
His fingers pinch my nipple, tweaking it. I arch my back, every sensation overpowering me. There isn’t anything for me to hold on the dining table, so my hands flail around settling on my skin.
Etheron’s thrusts become more frenzied. I look at his determined face. There’s so much darkness underneath his beautiful face. I want to crack him open and crawl inside. I want him to reveal himself to me.
My thoughts are interrupted when my body tenses, my walls quivering as an intense heat flows through me.
“Etheron!” I scream as my body trembles.
“You’re mine, Dalia. Don’t forget that.”
“Yours,” I repeat, my head a mess. Etheron pulls out of me, and I feel his come hitting my skin. It’s like he’s branding me, covering me in his essence.
I turn my head to the side and lick my lips, trying to catch my breath. Etheron leans over and kisses my shoulders, collarbone, neck.
“Good job, my star,” he whispers.
Etheron picks me up from the table, cradling me in his arms. I rest my head against his chest, looking at some of the runes tattooed on his body. I don’t know enough of the dark elves' language to understand what they say, but I know their purpose. I am curious, but I keep my mouth shut and just rest my hand on Etheron’s skin.
We head upstairs to my bedroom, our night far from over.