Elfcharm (2 page)

I started to say his name, begging him for more, not to stop as I bucked under him. I was so close, so damn close my magic swirled happily in me, drinking in the power from his hands on my soft breasts and his hungry mouth on me.

And then he was gone. I screamed in frustration, feeling the magic crash inside of me, the wave losing its power, and my pussy throbbed painfully.

“Andre!” I called out, my arms pulling at my binds until my arms protested in pain. I heard him chuckling softly. “Please,” I begged, spreading my legs for him, arching my back. “Please, please come fuck me! Please, Andre!”

“Much better,” he purred against my ear. His tongue darted out, swirling inside my ear as two fingers suddenly plunged inside of me. I cried out for him, his tongue in my ear and his fingers inside of me, and all I could think about was his cock filling me. My walls swelled with need, clenching around his fingers, and he forced a third inside of me as his thumb pressed into my clit, rubbing against me.

Heat and power rose inside of me as the lost orgasm rose again and I was terrified he would stop if he knew I was about to come again. I bit down on my lip, holding in my screams, refusing to beg for more. But my hips betrayed me and I bucked on the bed, thrusting into his hand. He chuckled against my ear and withdrew his tongue. I started crying out for him, begging him not to stop, and nearly fainted with relief when he continued to finger me. I knew he was moving, but I couldn’t concentrate on what he might be doing because his fingers were bringing me closer and closer, my thighs trembling and my toes curled into the bed, gripping the sheet.

I felt his fingers sliding out of me, but before I could beg for him to come back, his mouth was on me, sucking on my wet lips, pulling them into his mouth to be rolled and licked. My body went limp so suddenly that the leather belt bit into my wrists, but the pain only added another layer of sensation. He parted my lips, pushing his tongue inside of me before he shook his face violently against me, making my pussy vibrate deliciously. I moaned for him, unable to form intelligent words. He licked a long, deep, penetrating line up my opening until his now warm lips found my throbbing and swollen clit. He lapped at it with the flat of his tongue as his wet fingers slid back into me. I wanted to grip his hair, I wanted to stare down the curves of my body and watch him eat me, but unable to do either, all I could do was feel, feel his fingers inside of me, pushing my swollen walls open, feel his tongue on my clit, and feel my body filling with pleasure and power.

When his fangs slid down, piercing my clit, the white hot pain flared through me just seconds before the orgasm finally, painfully, wonderfully crashed through me. I screamed and thrashed on the bed, pushing my pussy into his mouth as he drank my blood and juices and his fingers pumped in and out of me, harder and faster. When my body went limp and the waves of the orgasm washed through me, I felt him pull his fingers out of me ever so slowly as his fangs retreated. He lapped at me, cleaning every little drop, making my body spasm as his tongue continued to roll over my abused and happy clit.

Andre reached up and pulled the blindfold off of my eyes. I blinked in surprise, my eyes adjusting to the light quickly as they shone with power, having gone quick-silver as the magic rushed through me. I glanced down and saw that he was swollen and hard, bulging against the ties of his pants. I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my lips. Andre chuckled again, louder this time as he watched my face and saw where I was looking.

“I can help you with that,” I offered, tilting my head to the side.

“Yes, I suppose you could, if I let you,” he said, one eye brow arching. With one hand, he untied the belt, and my wrists were suddenly free. My hands tingled as the blood rushed back into them, but I was already reaching for those lacings. Andre stopped me easily, grabbing me with one arm around my waist and lifting me off the bed. He walked over to the end of the bed and set me down. He turned me around and bent me over slightly, placing my hands on the railing of the footboard.

“Don’t you move,” he threatened, his lips against my ear again, his warm breath washing down my neck, making me shiver.

“And what if I do?” I dared, looking at him over my shoulder.

“You’ll find out what,” he said cryptically. I bit my lip again, realizing it was sore and tender from earlier. Andre watched me for a moment more to make sure I didn’t move before he dropped his eyes and hands to his pants. I didn’t want him to stop, desperate for those damn pants to come off, but I couldn’t help my curiosity. I turned towards him, taking one hand off the railing. He was next to me in a split second, one hand on my wrist, putting my hand back, and the other reached out and swatted me on the ass. The sound was a snap and my rear tingled with the sharp pain. I yelped in surprise, turning wide eyes to him.

“I said don’t move,” he whispered, his voice low and almost angry. We stared at each other and I watched as the last bit of blue shrank from his eyes, going entirely black. I lifted one finger off of the rail and almost immediately felt the flat of Andre’s hand on my ass, smacking it, making it jiggle. I gripped the railing and he nodded before going back to unlacing his pants. I glanced over my shoulder and saw the pink mark on my ass in the shape of his hand, the imprint of his long fingers curving over the skin.

Andre opened his pants, but didn’t pull them down. I had hoped to see him bare, with his muscled thighs and tight ass exposed as I was. He reached into his pants and gripped the length of his cock and pulled it out.

“You know,” I said, lifting my hand again to gesture to it, “I could help you with that.”

“You’d better think about helping yourself,” Andre said before he reached around and swatted my other cheek, making me hiss as my entire ass tingled in pain. His hand went into my hair, fisting against my skull as he pulled, arching my back as he pressed his cock between my ass cheeks.

“Are you going to behave?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said, my voice strained. I hadn’t ever been spanked before, but the teasing pain made my body respond happily, and I realized I was already ready for another go. I had been fantasizing about that cock inside of me and feeling Andre’s anger growing made me feel a little reckless.

“Are you going to behave?” Andre asked again, his hand twisting in my hair, pulling harder, and his other hand came around to grasp my breast, squeezing until my pale skin ran red between his fingers.

“Yes!” I replied, louder like I knew he wanted to hear. His hand slid from my breast and up to my mouth, slipping two fingers into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around them before I wrapped my lips around them and sucked on them as if I had his cock in my mouth, letting my eyes close as he drew his fingers in and out of my mouth. His hips shifted behind me and he managed to get his cock between my thighs. He rubbed the swollen head of his cock along my slick opening, massaging my pussy back and forth as his fingers went in and out of my mouth.

The magic inside of me sang happily, zipping to every point of contact we made, drinking in Andre’s desire for me, swelling inside of me, making me ready for him. Andre withdrew his fingers from my mouth and gripped his shaft, guiding the head of his cock until he was pushing into me. He was so thick and my pussy was so swollen that he had to practically force himself inside of me. He growled animalistically behind me, pulling on my hair for leverage until I had to let go of the railing as my back bowed. I cried out for him when he finally slammed into me, the pleasure pain making my magic burst inside of me like a feral animal. His wet fingers slid between my thighs.

I bent over for him again, gripping the railing. Working my pussy with his fingers, holding my hair for leverage, Andre began to fuck me as hard and fast as I had begged him to. His hips slammed into the backs of my thighs, his balls slapping against me, and his cock swelled inside of me. I gripped the railing hard enough to make my knuckles run red and white. Uncontrolled noises fell from my mouth as my breasts bounced in time with his rhythm. Andre’s fingers crooked into me, pressing my clit hard enough to surprise a second orgasm out of me. The sudden wave of pleasure crashed into me, making my pussy clench around his cock so tight he had to fight his way inside of me again no matter how wet he made me. Andre was growling again and he bent forward, his fangs piercing my shoulder, the wave of pleasure drowning out the shot of pain.

Andre pumped his hips back and forth as my blood rushed into his mouth. He let go of my hair, but I was careful not to bend forward, afraid I’d rip away from his fangs if I did. His hands found my hips and his long fingers curled into my skin, bouncing me against him as he rode me from behind. I could feel his cock swelling inside of me and I clenched my body tighter around him, making him force himself inside of me with each thrust. I closed my eyes and arched my back, rolling my shoulders into him, letting my head rest on his chest. His tongue was still massaging the muscle of my shoulder, encouraging the blood flow, making me lightheaded with too many orgasms and too much blood loss, but nothing could make me tell him to stop. So lost in my fog of pleasure and pain, I almost didn’t feel him come, but suddenly he exploded inside of me and my blood gushed into his mouth again.

We stood there for a long time, shaking, letting the sweet pain roll through our bodies. My magic had finally found a home inside of me again, content and full of power. My thighs were wet from both of us and my body throbbed happily. Andre drank from me, slower and more controlled than he had been just moments before. My body was so full of power and pleasure that I almost couldn’t feel the sting of his fangs in my skin. When he retracted his fangs, Andre brushed my hair away from my shoulders, making it swing forward. He pressed tender, light kisses along my shoulder, making me shiver as he closed the wounds. My legs were nearly ready to give out on me and, sensing my needs, Andre pulled out of me, his cock still hard and ready for more bouncing against my tender ass before he stepped back.

Andre bent over and pushed his pants down before stepping out of them. I was so dazed I couldn’t decide what to do, but he saved me from figuring it out; he scooped me up in his arms and walked us over to the bed, crawling to the middle before he laid me down. He tucked me into his side as he lay down on his back, one arm under his head. I rolled comfortably into his side, resting my cheek on his chest, one arm draped over his stomach and one leg bent over his hip.

I drew inconsequential designs over his chest with my fingertip, listening to the quiet in the room. With Daniel or Corbin, I would’ve listened to their breathing and their heartbeat slowing after our lovemaking, but not with Andre. With Andre, the world was quiet after so much screaming and slapping of flesh. Andre shifted under me and I realized he was reaching for something. I glanced up and saw his arm outstretched as he picked up something from my nightstand.

 “So,” Andre said as he lifted my necklace in the air, letting the star hang above my face. “How did you come by such a special little charm as this?”

“I got it at the Solstice festival,” I replied, reaching up to take it, but Andre pulled it out of my reach, making my fingers close around air. He swung it away to examine it further. I pushed up onto one elbow and tried to lean over him, reaching for it. Andre tossed it into the air and caught the charm in his palm, making a fist around it.

“Damn it, Andre!” I cursed, still trying to snatch it away. He sat up, making me slip into his lap, my ass in the air as I bent over him. His empty hand came down in a loud smack, making me yelp in surprise, my already tender rear tingling painfully. I scrambled quickly off of his lap and out of the bed, spinning around and catching his wrist, my reflexes heightened with the renewed power coursing through my body, so even his vampire speed couldn’t help him now. I pried his fingers open and took the charm from him.

“I doubt you bought that,” Andre said as I walked over to the dresser, about to put the necklace down on a decorative dish some of my other jewelry lay piled on, but I hesitated, holding the charm in my palm. The metal was warm to the touch and the amethyst chips were almost sparkling.

“No,” I said after a moment. “No, I didn’t buy it. Someone gave it to me.”

“A fairy?” Andre asked. I heard him shift on the bed and the box spring squeaked as he swung his legs over the edge to sit up.

“Uh, you know,” I said, finally letting the charm drop before I turned around to face him again. “I’m not even sure.”

“How do you mean?”

“I mean, at first I thought he was a fairy, but the more I think about it, I think maybe he was an elf, like me, but not.”

“You couldn’t recognize another elf?” Andre arched one slender black brow at me.

“I know,” I said, shaking my head. “I think he was using a really strong glamour.”

“Strong enough to confuse another elf?”

“I guess.” I dropped my eyes, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed. Was I so acclimated to our mixed society that I lost the ability to recognize my own kind?

“Oh, now, don’t look so,” Andre said, making me glance up at him.

He stood and walked towards me. Now that I wasn’t so distracted by my need and lack of power or having the charm dangling in my face, I could just admire his form. Andre had died sometime in his earlier thirties; he told me it had been so long that the exact age faded from his memory, as did many of his human memories. But having lived until that age, any hint of the young boy he might’ve been was carved out of his features, leaving a chiseled jaw line, dangerously sharp cheekbones, and a patrician nose. His pale blue eyes were the shape of almonds, shining in his pale skin.

I traced the line of his shoulders with my eyes, remembering what it was to sink my teeth into his skin. That was one thing I really liked about being with Andre. I could be a little violent with him, the pain exciting him as much as it did me. Daniel was so human I had to be careful not to hurt him, and Corbin wanted tenderness, hot, demanding, urgent tenderness, but never pain. I liked a little pain every now and then. I dropped my eyes to Andre’s hands, those pianist fingers, and remembered the feel of them tangled in my hair, pulling, pulling until I cried out. Sometimes he gripped me so hard I thought I would break under the pressure. Power surged through me suddenly like a rising wave, and when Andre reached me, his hand reaching out to touch my jaw, it crashed violently, washing through me and into him and back again. Light shone from my eyes as they went quick-silver with the rush of power and my body clenched low as an aftershock rocked my body, making me throb with need.