Page 11 of Tattooed By The Elf

“I wouldn’t have it any other way. Plus, you have tattoos all over. Your chest, arms, back, up the column of your neck.” She held her breath and then groaned out the air that she was holding.

“Wildflower, do I make you hot?” She couldn’t lie because she was perfuming the air again.

“All over…” she panted. “Your arms are so big.” She rubbed her hands over my shoulders and down my arms. “The way you carry me like I weigh nothing.”

“You’re so petite. How else would I carry you?”

“I’m a thick girl, what do you mean petite?”

“I’m over two feet taller than you. Yes, you have more curves than Elvish women, and you’re much shorter than them, too. However, you’re not heavy.”

“Not even when I was…” she touched my lips and let her fingers linger. “Here?”

“Especially not then. I loved you bouncing on my face.”

“Saheime…”

“Yes, wildflower?”

“You’re hard.” She looked down at my erection.

“Your heat is calling me, again.” I ran the wash cloth over her nipples. “We should finish quickly before it’s too late.”

Brooke nodded hurriedly.

I washed her shoulders and moved to her back–

“Isn’t that the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen?” I sat back to admire her mark. “Its incredible.”

“What?” Brooke looked over her shoulder at me.

“I’ve found your mating mark.”

“What is it?” She asked, almost nervous.

“Let’s just say that there’s no doubt in my mind that you were meant to be my queen.”

I shook my head, understanding now why my father was so moved whenever he saw my mother’s mark. It was his to admire alone since no one else could see it, not even my mother. She could see his though. They were like two pieces of a puzzle, not complete without the other.

Now it made me curious about my own. With human eyes, Brooke wouldn’t be able to see it. She’d have to wait until she was able to go to the Elven realm. That posed a different problem that we hadn’t spoken about. Would she want to leave everything in her world for mine? I was told by Ω11 that she had performed at the venue that I’d taken her from. Was she famous? Thoughts swirled in my mind at the same time that her scent became so heady that eventually everything rational vacated my head. It was time to service my queen.

CHAPTER FOUR

BROOKE

Saheime rinsed me quickly, wrapped me in a towel, and carried me to the couch this time. He used his tongue to lick me dry all over, saving my pussy for last. I was grateful for that, because it's where I wanted him to be most. But also, it took him long enough to get there. This time, he didn’t use his saliva to calm down the heat. He used it to his advantage.

Saheime sucked on my clit and licked me all over. Even kissing between my ass cheeks. His tongue pushed inside a bit and he continued licking until he made me come. I dripped slick onto his chest, and he didn’t seem bothered by it. He stood, undressed, and sat down on the couch.

“Straddle me, wildflower.” He instructed. His voice was so deep and commanding. It made shivers move down my spine.

I crawled over to him and did as he asked. When I hovered over his dick, he tilted my head to look into his eyes.

“Slowly, wildflower.”

I took my time, lowering onto him in inches.

“Eyes on me.” He said as I was closing my eyes.