Lurielle staggered, leaning heavily on the well-muscled arm which supported her, the bright lawn lights of the resort looming ahead. “Wha-where...Khash?”
He grinned down at her, clucking his tongue. She realized she was wrapped in a massive orc-sized towel, her blue pareo over the same well-muscled arm.
“Dainty little Bluebell. You passed out from the heat; we shouldn’t have stayed in as long as we did. A crime for which I take full responsibility, even if the conversation was too scintillating to focus on the time. I already got some water in you, but when you get back to your room, I want you to drink a big, cold glass, understand?”
The heat? She’d remembered the heat, the steaming thermae tub, the feeling of his hands on her, and the incredible orgasm she’d had right before she’d—
“I-I didn’t finish you! I-but…the heat?”
His warm, rumbling laugh nearly made her knees buckle again.
“Go in. Water, young lady, and a cool room. It’s late, and you need some sleep.”
Lurielle stared up uncomprehendingly. He was impossibly tall and broad, and she felt dwarfed standing next to him.He’s so handsome…She squeaked when his big hands landed on her hips, lifting her easily. “I enjoyed spending time with you, Lurielle. I hope to see you again. Good night, darlin’.”
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His lips were sweet, she thought, sweet like the golden alcohol that she’d drained, glass after glass. The litany of Elvish curses that fell from his mouth as she licked up the seam of his glans were as equally sweet, his cock jerking against her lips.
She hadn’t resisted when he’d kissed her, pushing away the Silva she was—Silva of the daylight hours, chronically preoccupied with perfection, worried about what her grandmother might say and think, worried about finding a good job, worried about having friends and finding a boyfriend who was husband-material.
The tip of one of his long fingers had traced the angle of her jaw, dragging down her throat before tipping her chin up. The noise of the bar suddenly seemed very far away; the crack of balls on the pool table and the big orcs surrounding them, the high-pitched laughter from the table of scantily-dressed goblins near the center of the room and the clink of glasses behind the bar—it had all faded as Tate tilted her face up, his eyes glittering with mischief. Silva had the distinct impression of being underwater, as though they were suddenly invisible to the rest of the world.Fae magic.His lips were sweet and his teeth were sharp when they nipped lightly at her lower lip, before it was sucked between his own. She couldn’t explain the electricity that seemed to crackle through her veins as the kiss deepened; once, twice, the slide of his tongue against hers overwhelming her on the third. She’d thought him handsome hours earlier when she’d been an uptight mouse, but then she was free tobe, and kissed him without hesitation.
The wild, sandalwood smell of him had made her dizzy when he’d leaned over her afterward, guiding her hands as she’d lined up a shot on the pool table. She’d giggled as the cue ball gave a satisfying crack against a cluster of stripes, feeling his sharp teeth graze her neck lightly and his erection press into her back.
“Is it hard to juggle?” she’d asked, shivering at the light touch of his fingertips, ghosting against her skin at the back of her neck. “Does your family have different expectations for how they expect you to be?” Silva was all too fluent in familial expectations, after all, and sympathized immensely.
“It can be, I suppose…”
Tate’s smile had widened once more, that fae glint of too many teeth, giving her the impression of a great maw that could open wide and swallow her up. “For example, little dove, right now the Orcish part of me wants to see those beautiful lips of yours wrapped around my cock, while the Fae in me wants to keep you on your knees until I’m through with you, but the Elvish part is too much of a gentleman to ever say such crass things to a lass as lovely as yourself.”
The bar’s backroom had another pool table and was lined with several low sofas, battered but surprisingly clean, and blessedly empty. Silva felt lighter than air as she followed him through the doorway, giggling as she landed gracelessly atop him on the worn upholstery. His breath stuttered when she bit at his neck, her fingers nimble and sure as she undid the buckle of his belt, faltering only as he sucked at the jumping pulse at her throat, hard enough to leave a bruise.A lady always packs a scarf for such occasions...
His honeyed eyes were lit with delight when she slid to the floor and licked a broad stripe up his shaft, the light green darkening gradually towards the tip, and his musical laughter broke off on a hiss when she revealed the swollen glans, suckling at the seam she exposed there. Deep green, edged in pink, he was sweet there as well, his sharp burst of laughter ending in a groan as she swallowed his cock, tightening her lips as her head bobbed.
She’d been good atthisonce as well, she remembered, moving her tongue over the pulsing vein she’d discovered as she sucked, feeling his fingers grip her hair and his hips raise to meet her mouth. Her jaw was just beginning to ache when he pulled her back, his smile still wide.
“Keep that up and it’ll not be my fault when I fill your mouth, dove.”
Silva pulled herself from the floor and straddled his waist in one fluid movement, meeting his lips roughly. He had lovely green skin and glossy black hair, but there was more than just a hint of the fae about him, she thought as he gripped her hips, reaching beneath her skirt and pushing her delicate, lace-edged panties aside, fingers sliding through her slickened folds.More fae than orc by far.
She wondered if it was fae magic, the way he seemed to knowjustthe right angle in which to press the two long fingers he’d slid into her, rubbing against a spot within her she’d never been able to reach on her own and had only discovered on accident: a breathy, blissful experience with a previous boyfriend that he’d unwittingly managed exactly once, never to replicate the sensation again. Tate, by contrast, seemed to find the spot with ease. A repetitive stroking within, as his thumb circled that sensitive bud of nerves at the top of her sex; a tandem rhythm that left her gasping, the tension behind her navel tightening like a band, growing more taught with every pass of his long digits until it snapped. Silva arched as she climaxed, her head dropping back, feeling the room spin.
He sucked his fingers clean once she’d clenched around them, her face pressed to the side of his long neck, gasping her pleasure at the way he’d played her body like a musical instrument; Silva of the daytime, of worries and expectations, gone, for the moment.
The smell of his skin was intoxicating, and she breathed in deeply, not wanting to leave the seclusion of this room. She rolled the condom he produced onto him herself before sinking down on his throbbing length, rolling her hips against him in an increasing frenzy until she cried out once more, before he flipped her to her back.
She wondered if Ris and Lurielle had found what they were looking for that night, tightening her legs around Tate’s hips as he fucked her, here in this comfortable little room in the bar where everyone kept their clothes on. It was a shame, she thought, as he came with a shudder, that she’d not gotten to taste him, wondering if his release would have been as sweet as his lips.
Perhaps she would come back tomorrow, as her friends once more sought adventures with the nudists, to let him fill her mouth after all.
♥♥♥
how’s it going so far?
is the place crawling with hotties?
I’m so mad at myself for not going!
