But if this is my last moment in life, maybe it’s worth it.
Chapter Ten
Eldrin
My Clara’s taste is, incredibly, even better than her scent. She has permeated every part of my being. Her essence on my tongue intoxicates me. She is more potent than the most poisonous plant, and I may drown in her nectar.
One tongue is not enough to explore and please all of her in all the ways I want to please her.
There is time. Not enough time, when one compares a human life to that of an elf. But I will not ruin the moment by thinking of that inevitable soul-crushing pain.
I am full of knowledge and understanding now. The kissing, the hugging, the cuddling. Even the talking. It finally makes sense.
Clara’s muscles clamp down on my tongue, and the rest of her trembles.
I back my tongue out to find the taut, erect button at the top of her slit.
When I savor her there, Clara’s reaction almost sends the two of us toppling to the floor. She needs to writhe on me, rub against me. I move us to the bed to give her more control and safety, gently lowering her onto her back.
“Take off the coat. Let me see and taste all of you.”
I will stop at nothing to make sure I am attached to Clara in every way.
As my mouth lays waste to her core, my Clara comes harder than the last time. This Christmas elf shall wreck the sweet human for anyone else. Further, I intend to ruin her for sex toys. A clit sucker? What’s that? Me. I’m the clit sucker.
After I’ve drawn out another orgasm from my queen, I must have more.
“Clara. I want to try something I read about—“
“Have at it, El,” she interrupts, kissing my lips, now coated with her essence.
I lie down on my back and pull Clara over me to sit on my face. She faces my legs, her hands resting on my torso. And I am in heaven.
“Oh, my god,” she breathes.
“Massage me while I drink from you,” I command.
I tongue kiss her swollen, wet folds, and her nearly-limp body twitches to life again.
“Should I hover? I don’t want you to suffocate, El.”
She makes me laugh. “To me, you wei
gh nothing, tiny human. Smother me with your pussy.”
Heat races through her veins. I can smell it. The joy of knowing I can speak to her and make her heart pound — it is indescribable.
But it’s nothing compared to the vicious devouring of each other that follows: the accompanying obscene noises, her moans, her squirts, her shattering climax. When I think neither of us has anything left to give, there’s always more.
That’s when my Clara gives me the gift of her sweet mouth on my cock.
Her lips wrap around the tip and take me in, while at the same time, I fuck her with my mouth. It seems like we are one creature, both giving and receiving. I feel my soul elevate from my body as she rides my face.
She uses me like a candy cane, and I can barely stand it. Yet, I don’t want her to stop.
“Clara,” I exclaim, my voice muffled between her folds.
She keeps going, slowly. Soon, we begin to buck against each other, having built each other up to a level of desperation I didn’t think was possible. Finally, I reach down, giving in to the urge to grab hold of Clara’s hair.