Page 5 of Tattooed By The Elf

“That’s not going to work.” I said, my voice deeper than even I recognized. “Let me…”

“Please!” She cried out.

“Shh…, my little wildflower. I’ll take care of you.” I turned off the water, reached inside the tub, picked her up, and carried her into my workstation. She buried her face in my shoulder, trying to get more of my scent. Breaking contact for a moment, I laid her on the leather table and her legs fell open, giving me an unfiltered burst of her natural fragrance.

“You’re a tattoo artist?” She asked.

“Yeah…” I took off my shirt, and she eyed it like it was the drug she’d been waiting for this entire time. I gave it to her and she snuggled it close, rubbing it against her body.

“What’s your name?” She asked as her chest fell and rose heavier.

“Saheime.”

“Saheime, you smell amazing. Like home. Why?”

Part of me knew she understood. Denial was a thief of truth though.

“I’m going to help you through this wave, and then we can talk? Okay?” I looked down between her legs, noting the slick coating the lips to her sex.

“How?” She asked, eying me suspiciously.

I spread her legs wide, and lowered my head to just above her mound. My arms shook to hold me up, when I wanted to drown in her valley. She smelled of cotton candy and waterfalls.

“Saheime?” She panted. “What are you doing?”

I opened my mouth and relaxed my jaw to let saliva gather. I parted her folds and let it drip directly on her blooming bud.

“Aah!” Brooke moaned out.

I continued until it pooled down in her opening. I spread her there, letting it flow into her canal.

“Hot… it’s so hot…” she breathed out.

“Mhm…” I groaned. “Almost, wildflower. Be patient.”

Her moans grew louder, making my erection turn steel hard.

Not yet…

When her slick slowed it’s flow, I knew it was working. Brooke was breathing so heavy that I knew it wouldn’t take much to get her off. That was coming.

“Saheime, it hurts.”

“Shh…” I lowered my head and kissed her bud peeking between her lips.

Brooke gasped, and I had a feeling that she was catching onto what was about to happen.

“My saliva has a soothing effect on your heat so that it takes away the annoyances of it. What it leaves in return is raw need. I could blow on your clitoris and make you come. Graze you with the tips of my fingers and you’d melt for me. Everything that comes after I’ve administered enough to make your body submit to me, all you’ll be able to do is feel.” I dripped more saliva onto her.

“Is that why it's throbbing so bad?” she whined.

“Maybe.” I leaned down and swirled my tongue around her clit before I sucked it into my mouth. “Mmm… You taste like I’m about to make a bunch of bad decisions.”

“Aaah…” Brooke tossed her head back and forth, trying to fight the inevitable.

“Little wildflower, there’s no resisting me. I’m exactly what you need.”

I went back to the feast before me and slid my tongue inside her. Longer than a human one, I stuffed her full, thrusting it in and out of her. Her nectar dripped to my tongue and I ached for more of it. I riled her higher, stimulating her g-spot to get what I want.