The smirk is uncontrollable. “Told you, our species is highly efficient.”
Clara licks one swollen lip and says, “Oh, tell me more about the efficiency of your workshop, daddy.”
I’m trying to parse this request while my body acts on its own, thrusting in and out steadily.
“Well…well…you see… I’m sorry, what was the question, my queen?”
Her sweet laughter is accompanied by a firm grip of her sex, and my body rejoices.
Chapter Seven
Clara
So this is not a sex dream. Legolas never took the time to stretch me, nor did he pump me so hard in the end.
Good lord.
We sit together on the rug, wrapped in the most luxurious blankets that have ever touched my skin. My head rests in Eldrin’s lap as I gaze into the crackling fire.
His fingers play with my hair, and I might drift off to sleep any minute.
“I am confused about one thing, my queen.”
“Mm?”
“I didn’t see any blood.”
It takes a second to realize what he’s saying, and then I know.
“Oh. That. Being a virgin doesn’t necessarily mean that the hymen isn’t broken. A lot of time, they break on their own. Sports, biking, groin injuries. And, well, toys.”
“Which toys?” Eldrin asks, confused. “I know many things about toys, despite not having been a toymaker in Nicholas’s workshop.”
I lift one eyebrow and turn my head to look up at him. “I’ll bet you do. I’m talking about toys for sex. Sex toys. You know, vibrators, dildos, the list goes on and on.”
Eldrin appears to be at a loss for words for the first time. “They make toys for that? Who makes those? Santa does not have those at his workshop, I can assure you.”
I laugh so hard at this I might throw up.
“What has happened? Are you ill?”
I continue wheeze-laughing, which turns into silently shaking and holding my stomach, which turns into crying.
“But what if I….” I shriek between gales of laughter, “What if I put it on my Christmas list… Hey Santa, I’ve been very good. Can I please have a clit sucker…”
I have lost control of my bodily functions, and Eldrin’s confusion just makes me laugh harder.
“I do not have any medicine for human hysterics, but I can offer you some tea.”
“Oh my god. I love you,” I say, wiping my eyes.
His face lights up. “Then this has been a successful meeting of the minds. I’m pleased that you love me in return.”
He sucks in a trembling breath.
“El?”
The back of his hand dabs his cheek. “Why are my eyes leaking??