Page 7 of Tattooed By The Elf

“You’ve seen enough of me.” Brooke stepped back as if I was going to hurt her.

“No, I’m looking for a mark.”

“What kind of mark? What did you do to me?”

My shaft began to ache and I sighed. Her heat was blooming again.

“We don’t have much time after your shower. I need to check you.”

“I’m fine. I don’t have any marks.”

“This one you wouldn’t be able to see. Only I can.”

Brooke snorted. “Does that line work with all the girls? Your face has already been in my crotch, and from the way my body is becoming more aware of yours, you’ll probably be inside me too. Do we have to make this any more awkward by letting you pull out a magnifying glass to search for clues to something only you can see? Let’s be real.”

“No,” I gritted, fighting for control because I could easily scent her arousal. It was coming back with a vengeance. “I need to see if you’re my mate.”

“Mate?!” But then a wave hit her so hard her knees buckled.

I caught her easily enough, and brought her back to my table.

“You’re going to fuck me this time aren’t you? You’ll have to. I couldn’t smell you like I can now. It’s like my body wants to imprint on yours.” Brooke was pulling at the shirt that she was wearing like it was irritating her skin.

“The oral stuff was just to get you to clear your head. We both know what’s going to happen, Brooke.”

“No! I don’t…” her hips bucked off the table and her legs parted sending a call that I couldn’t ignore.

All that training for control went out the window as I began removing the rest of my clothes. I needed inside her now.

“What in the world is that?!” Brooke said as she looked between my legs.

I looked down, wondering what she meant. I knew human men had penises.

“I don’t understand.”

“Why is it covered in flowers?” She asked.

“They’re not real. Just raised skin to help mating.”

“No, your junk is covered in moonflowers. I’m not putting that inside me. What if you sprout seeds and leave them inside me?”

I smirked. “That’s exactly what mating is. My seed inside your garden, wildflower.”

“That’s not…” She doubled over in pain, gripping her stomach. “Fuck!”

My shaft began dripping, ready to sooth her.

“This is not happening…”

“It definitely is…” I slipped my fingers between her legs and stroked her clit. “And now because I’m offended, you’re going to beg me, little one.” I sighed in content, because there was no fighting it for either of us. “Beg me to put my floral covered shaft inside you.”

“And you call it a shaft?” She groaned. “That’s almost as bad as penis. They sound clinical and innocent.”

“Are you not innocent?” I asked her, concern lacing her features.

“A virgin? Yes. But that’s a given. You’re not. The way you tongue fucked me already told me what I needed to know.”

“I’ve practiced on fruits to become more skilled. Classes back home teach us the anatomy and how it all works. Simulations prepare men for their mates. We don’t explore other bodies before that. Especially someone of my candor.”