The Dark Elf’s Secret Baby (Secret Babies For Prothekan Dark Elves Book 1)
The Dark Elf’s Secret Baby: Chapter 4

With every step we take, it gets harder and harder to control myself. I don’t want to have to hold back but with Layla, she makes it impossible. Her deep brown eyes draw me in, like the thickest, richest chocolate. And that laugh! Every time she giggles it’s music to my ears.

The second I get Layla into my home, my careful facade of control snaps. I can’t keep myself from covering her in kisses and stroking everywhere my fingers can reach. I know she’s probably tired and hungry after her time in the mines but I need herright now.

Of course I’ll feed her and let her rest.

After I take my fill.

Pushing her against the wall, I thrust my tongue into her mouth, holding her head in my hands as I dominate her mouth. Layla reaches out and yanks my vest off my shoulders. I tangle my fingers into her wild, curly brown hair and pull her head back as I kiss her harder.

“Gods, Kerym,” Layla gasps out. “Fuck me!”

“Oh, I will, my little fire,” I growl, moving away so I can tear off her corset vest as quickly as possible. Once it’s off, she’s left in her dress and shift, breasts hanging freely in front of my face. I dive in and grope them, bringing them up to mouth at them through the fabric.

“Oh yes!” she cries out, grabbing fistfuls of my black hair as I pinch and tease her nipples with my teeth. I’ve been waiting to get my mouth on her all day and it seems she’s been feeling the same way.

Her leg wraps around my waist, the heat from her core now placed directly against my already overheated groin. My cock strains at the fabric of my trousers, barely able to contain my lust.

“Kerym,” she pleads, whimpering as I suckle her tit, laving it with my full attention. She’s desperate for me.

“Patience,” I murmur, continuing my assault on her breasts. I want her now but I want to sample all the dishes before I go in for the main course. My hands move down to grip her buttocks, squeezing and kneading the curves as I press myself against her. Layla gasps out again and yanks on my hair, which only spurs me along.

“I’m going to devour you, little fire,” I tell her in a warning. She giggles and winks at me.

“Promise?” she asks in a low, seductive voice. I groan and lift her up so her thighs wrap around my waist so I can carry her off to the bedroom.

Once inside, I drop her onto the bed before pouncing immediately and throwing myself on top of her once more. She reaches out and rips my shirt open and I tear her dress off in a rush, wanting to feel naked skin against skin.

Once we’re freed from our garments, I pull her legs apart and yank her down the bed so I can kneel in front of her and taste her straight from the source. My tongue flicks over her clit rapidly, in just the way that she loves the most.

With strength only borne from spending all day with a pickaxe in hand, she grips my hair again and pulls me against her so my face is flush with her cunt, nose rubbing against her swollen bud. She bucks against me wildly and keens, high pitched and needy.

She wants to ride me and I’m happy to oblige.

Shifting us around, I move so I’m the one laying on the bed and she lowers herself over me. There’s always this hesitancy that she has at first, like she’s afraid of crushing me. I yank her down in one swift motion though, disabusing her of that notion. If I were to die this way, I go out in a blaze of glory.

“Sit,” I growl, directly into her throbbing pussy. She squeals again and obeys, rocking herself against me.

Her body weighs nearly nothing compared to me so I don’t understand why she hesitates at all when it comes to this. I want to experience every bit of pleasure I can wring from her. This thing between us, this unlabeled thing might not last but I want to enjoy it while it does.

“Yes, yes!” I hear her moan. The pleasure coils in my belly. I love how vocal she gets when we’re fucking, it’s so primal and urgent and devoid of pretense. There is no race or class between us like this, just pure need.

Layla is grinding her pussy against my face with abandon now and I thrust my tongue into her sopping wet hole, swirling in vicious circles until I replace the spot that has her arching her back and digging her nails into my sides.

“Fuck!” she curses. She’s beautiful and tiny next to me but she’s easily the fiercest human I’ve ever met. She curses with abandon and isn’t afraid to show her stubborn side, which is what attracted me to her in the first place.

My tongue continues thrusting up into her, curling against her soft walls as she ruts against me, losing herself to the pleasure I’m giving her. It isn’t long before she’s shaking apart above me, trembling and gushing slick as she cries out my name.

It sounds good on her lips, I think as I move our positions and pull her on top of me to sink her down onto my waiting cock. She hisses as she takes me down, wrapping around me so tightly. This is bliss. Every moment with her body feels like floating in the cosmos.

I want to stay here forever, I decide, as she begins to work herself up and down my length, taking me so nicely.

“Good girl,” I say as I slap her ass. “You’re so good to me.”

She lets out a guttural moan. “Kerym,” she calls out. “That’s it, right there. Deeper!” she orders, reaching up to pull my lip between her teeth, dragging me down with her as we kiss and I press deeper inside her.

“Fuck,” she curses again. “Fuck! Gods!”

“Yeah, that’s right,” I tell her, teasing her a little. “I’m your god and I’m here to bring you the gift of pleasure.”

Maybe I’m being a bit irreverent but what have the gods ever done for me, anyway? I press her harder into my mattress, grinding my cock into her as we kiss and lick into each others’ mouths, the passion rising between us to a frenzy.

“Then consider me your most ardent and devout follower,” Layla purrs. “And show me the wonder of the cosmos.”

I sink my teeth into her lip, biting down hard enough to draw blood as I grip her hips in my hands and pull our bodies flush, determined to draw her to climax once again before I replace my own release.

Looking down into her eyes, I wonder why it can’t be like this always. I lose myself in them for a moment, imagining waking up to this every day, this beautiful, sexy woman.

She pulls me out of my daydreams abruptly though, squeezing her legs around my hips, matching me thrust for thrust. “Feels good,” she grunts, digging hands into my back, nails raking down my bare skin. There’s sweat dotting her brow and her skin is glistening with a sheen of it.

I feel her walls massage around me again and her cunt throbs as she approaches her second climax.

“Come for me,” I order her. “Come for me, little fire. Come apart on my cock.”

“Yes!” Layla screams out, clenching tightly around me, so tight it feels as though she’s trying to strangle me. Her body quivers as she comes undone and I reach down and kiss her hard, letting myself get carried away now that she’s reached her peak.

I pound into her with abandon, my own climax hitting me with the force of a heavy boulder.

“Gods!” I curse as I come apart inside of her. She laughs and kisses me back, stroking warm fingers over my cheeks and the nape of my neck.

“Am I to be your god now, Kerym?” she teases.

“We can be as gods to each other,” I tell her, making her laugh harder as we curl up together, recovering from the vigor of our lovemaking. “And together we shall rule over all others, superior to them in every way simply for how attractive we are.”

Layla is laughing so hard she’s nearly in tears. “Gods, Kerym. We have such a good time together, don’t we?”

“Yes,” I say, rolling over to capture her in my arms with another kiss. “And I’m going to show you even more of a good time, little fire.”

She stops laughing, eyes flashing dark with danger and seduction. “Prove it,” she says, challenging me. She’s got a fire inside that draws me straight in, like a papillion to a flame.