Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 140462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 702(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 468(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 702(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 468(@300wpm)
I don’t want to entertain this anymore.
“Are you like… into all this New Age stuff?” I ask, placing my hands on his hips as I look down at him, drinking in his marble-like complexion, the huge eyes like moonlit lakes, and narrow, pouty lips.
He cocks his head with the tiniest frown. “Have you noticed my ears, Hawk? I am—”
The bus swoops in next to us a bit too abruptly, but the quicker we board, the sooner I’m in his bed. Sylvan huffs in frustration, but goes in first, giving me the best view—his ass in jeans.
My instinct is to push my face against it and lick the denim, but I can’t be a menace on public transport if I want to reach his place at a sensible time. I lower the visor of my baseball cap and pull up the hood to ensure that any strands of hair that might have come loose from under the hat remain hidden.
I’m pleasantly surprised to hear that he’s paying for my ticket and swiftly follow him to the back of the bus, past the lone other passenger sitting at the front.
“You were saying something about your ears,” I remind him as we sit down just before the vehicle moves. The light’s off, but I can see the outline of their unusual shape. He must have had some kind of cosmetic surgery to get them like this, and probably wants to show off. I’m more than happy to indulge him.
He looks straight into my eyes. “I’m an elf. I’ve not told any humans about this. I shouldn’t really, but it is important for you to understand. I’m not just some elf either, I am a prince of the Nocturne Court.”
Oooh, role play! I can go with that!
“Really?” I ask, feigning surprise, already in my role. “I thought elves only existed in fantasy books!”
I must have done something right because he grabs my hand, and I feel as giddy as a schoolboy. We’re even in the back of a bus, like where I got my first blowjob, on the way home from a school trip. So many fond memories.
“No, we are most definitely real, but for reasons into which there is no need to delve in, we live apart from your world. What you need to know is that your shadow is very special, and it would be my greatest pleasure and honor to claim it.” Sylvan strokes my palm with his thumb, sending a spark of arousal straight to my dick.
“I’m sure we can work something out,” I say and place my hand on his thigh before moving it up, closer to his groin.
I can’t get enough of how fast he blushes, how his eyes widen a little. I can almost sense his skittish heartbeat.
“Is that what you would like in exchange? My body?” he whispers the last words, and his grip on my hand becomes stronger.
Hook. Line. Sinker.
I slide my fingers between his thighs, and my toes curl at the warmth I sense. “There’s nothing I want more, Your Highness,” I whisper and pull his hand up to my lips, because I am committing to this role fully.
Those pointy ears of his twitch, and that has to be the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. When I press my knuckles against his cock, I sense it stiffening.
He lets go of me and unbuttons the top of his shirt, revealing a slim silver collar covered in dark engravings, no doubt part of his elf-persona-thing. “Do you see this abomination?”
I nod, already tempted to grab it, because I’m certain he’s wearing it for a reason.
“Until I get it off my neck, I cannot bind your shadow to me. But I know of a grimsmith who can take it off. I fear I am not as capable in your world as I would wish to be, so I only toyed with the idea of paying him a visit. Do you know of a town called Boston? That’s where he resides.”
That’s… elaborate for a sexual fantasy, but whatever gets this beauty off. “Oh, the legendary Boston Blacksmith. Yeah, I heard of him, my prince. We can go see him.”
When we pass a green neon sign mounted on the roof of a bar, Sylvan’s eyes glisten like two crystals. He grants me a nervous smile and ever-so-slightly presses his crotch against my knuckles.
Fuuuuuck. I’m so horny for him I could hump him on the crusty leather seat of the bus.
“It is settled then. Once I claim your shadow, you may use my body.”
I chuckle and slide my arm around his shoulders, leaning closer as I trace an eight over his bulge. “Oh, I definitely want to sample you tonight.”
His composure crumbles, and he blinks several times. I’m not sure what his role-playing game is about exactly, but he’s definitely hard.