Page 9 of Tattooed By The Elf

“English!”

“Say… yes…” I growled. I gripped her hair, pulling her head back to expose her neck.

“Yes…” she whispered, before swallowing.

“That’s it…” I said in English. “Keep pleasing me.”

“Oh, yes!”

“Mmm… Take. More.”

“Yes!”

My movements sped up, and I used my free hand to grip her hip, pulling her into each stroke. She went from dripping to showering me in her essence. Her eyes were closed and she accepted everything that I gave her. No matter how brutal I was. It’s like the friction made her submit to me, offering whatever I wanted.

I took the opportunity to remove her shirt. Then I pulled each of her nipples into my mouth, nipping the tips of them before switching. Her moans grew louder and I continued.

“Saheime! Please don’t stop.”

“See, I said you'd beg.” I said before opening my mouth wide to pull as much of her breast as I could inside. Then I sucked.

“Please!”

Her body milked me, pulling me into a haze of lust. I needed her almost as much as she needed me. I held her close, still feasting on her breasts. Her cries were encouraging, her canal weeped slick filled tears, and my canines burned, needing to bite her.

This wasn’t any ordinary person. This was the Omega that I was supposed to be with forever. No matter what I wanted to think, all of the biological markers had already declared her to be my one.

But where was her mating mark?

Now wasn’t the time to look, not that I would if I could. I was too busy enjoying Brooke.

Brooke dug her nails into my shoulders as she started coming, I hissed, unable to deny how much I loved her marking me. Then she began riding me from underneath, trying to reach her climax on her own. She took more of me into her, accepting all of me, and continued on. She tilted her hips angling me where it felt best. Brooke pulled me as close to her as I could and she bit down on my chest as she came.

I roared loudly, following her own orgasm with mine. I tried to stay upright, because my mouth began moving. It was something ancient and true. It came out in Elvish dialect. My vow to Brooke:

“Before the stars, I knew you.

Before time, I sought you.

Before my first breath, my soul reached for yours.

Take my heart, for it has never belonged to another.

Take my strength, that it may shelter you.

Take my name, that you will never stand alone.

Where you are, I am home.

Where you endure, I endure.

When this life is ash, I will find you again.

You are my beginning.

You are my forever.”

“As you are mine.” Brooke said.