She shudders in my arms.
“If I never see another dark elf again, it will be too soon.”
I clear my throat uncomfortably. She cocks an eyebrow at me. Her naked skin is lovely in the silvery moonlight.
“What is it?”
“My paternal grandfather was a dark elf.”
Her eyes widen. “Shut up.”
I scowl at her.
“Why do you wish me to stop talking?”
She laughs softly and leans her head back on my chest. “It’s a human expression. It means, uh, that it’s almost unbelievable, but we know it’s true. How did you end up with a dark elf grandpa anyway?”
I take a deep breath and then let it out as a sigh. It’s not a tale I like telling because it means admitting my shame out loud.
“Many years ago, before our people came through the portals, the dark elves and what would eventually become the Shattered Rock tribe had a terrible war. A war that the orcs got the upper hand in. When we finally settled matters, and there was peace, we asked the dark elves if they wanted their prisoners of war back.”
My jaw sets hard.
“They refused. They said that any dark elf captured in battle is no longer a dark elf but only so much fecal matter. All of the dark elf prisoners committed suicide by leaping off a cliff after we freed them. All save for one, who was too badly injured to move. That dark elf was named Gronkz, and he was my grandfather. He took an orc wife, an orc name, and tried to live like an orc. Though the legends say he was never truly accepted during his life, he was allowed full orc warrior honors upon his death.”
“Wow, that’s heavy,” Paige says with a sigh. “You poor thing. Is that what Rolar was hinting at when we first met? That you couldn’t be trusted because you had dark elf blood?”
“Indeed, though the tribal prejudice has lessened somewhat with time. From what I understand, my father had a much harder time of it. He was dead before I was born.”
“My parents died after Laney was born. I still had my gramps, though.” She lifted her head from my chest and caressed my cheek. “But surely there are happier things we could be talking about. And even happier things that we could be doing ….”
Her hand busies itself with my cock. The once-flaccid member twitches hard and then begins to engorge with blood. She meets my gaze with a sultry look and then lowers her head. Her tongue darts out and licks the end of my prick. My eyes widen, and a gasp forces its way out of my mouth.
“Look how quickly he wakes up,” she said, speaking of my cock. Paige’s blue eyes are filled with heat as she looks up at me, her mouth full of my rod. I can feel her tongue playing on the underside, and it makes my eyes water.
She suckles, and my hand instinctively goes to the back of her head. Paige pumps her head up and down on me, and the sublime pleasure makes my toes curl to the point of cramping. I release inside of her with a gasping groan, and she doesn’t stop. She keeps going, not wasting a drop of my seed.
Paige lifted her head and grinned at me. Turnabout is fair play, so the humans say. I grab her arms and roll her over onto her back. She squeals with delight as I kiss her neck.
I work my way down to her breasts, my tongue darting out to tease her pink nipple. She cries out as I stiffen it with sensuous licks. Then I wrap my lips around it and suckle like there’s no tomorrow. I draw my head back, making her breast stretch until it finally pops free. It flops back into place on her chest, assuming its original shape.
I repeat the process several times with each breast before kissing my way down to her belly. She giggles, her hands toying with my topknot. I press her thighs apart and stare at her pussy. The curly, sandy brown hair can’t conceal her swollen lips or the way they part to show me the pinkness between them. I dart my tongue through the middle, lapping up her delectable juices and guzzling them down my throat.
“Your pussy tastes so good, Paige,” I mumble into the soft folds of her flesh. She cries out, her fingers digging into my scalp. I take her folds in my mouth and suckle on them, getting those precious droplets of her juice into my mouth.
I stretch out her pussy lips like I stretched her breast earlier. Every time I do so, Paige cries out a little louder than before. Her hands are on my topknot, struggling to push my face into a position where I can suck on her clitoris, but I want to tease her some more.
It’s only fair, given that she relentlessly teased me during the seven days that she made me wait before our wedding. I well remember her bending over in front of me wearing only the flimsiest of garments oraccidentallybrushing her ass against my cock when she moved past me in our home.
Now it’s my turn to make her simmer and suffer … with the ultimate goal of making her feel the most pleasure imaginable. I let go of her folds and move my tongue in slow circles around her clitoral mound. The pink organ trembles, shaking as if to beg for my attention. I blow across it softly, and it quivers all the more. A deep, desperate moan escapes my love’s lips.
“Oh god, Jovak!” she cries. “Please …”
“Please, what?”
“You’re so mean,” she gasps. “Please lick my clit … I sucked you off. Didn’t I do a good job?”
“Yes,” I said, gently pinching her clit between my fingers. Her body rears up, and she groans so loud it rivals the beating of my heart.