“I’m not clear about anything right now,” I admitted. I wasn’t sure if they were after my berry harvest or my hand in marriage, but either way, I didn’t mind being bound up and teased. I’d been so consumed with the upcoming harvest that I’d ignored my body’s other needs. My dildo was getting overused at home as of late.
They ran their claws down my chest, ripping the fabric of my shirt in the process. A sting bloomed there, but my cock was thick and heavy between my legs, the throb of lust ever present. No one had ever handled me like this, and it was setting a standard that would be difficult to achieve.
“You’ll talk eventually,” they said, the low growl of their tone turning me on even more.
I shifted in the chair, my length testing the confines of my trousers. Should I be struggling more? The idea just got me hotter. What they wanted me to talk about, I wasn’t sure, unless that was a cue they wanted me to be more vocal? I sometimes struggled to make more than grunts when receiving pleasure. I still wasn’t sure if that was what was going on here, but I sure as hell didn’t mind the trajectory of this situation.
Another whiff of their scent drifted my way, darkly sweet, and my whole body hummed in response. Their footsteps thumped around me, so I could tell they paced, even if I couldn’t see them. A thrill rippled up my spine.
They raked their claws down my chest again, the sting delicious. My nipples hardened at the proximity, and god, my tits felt heavy and full with how turned on I’d become. I squirmed again, wanting more of their claws on my skin.
“Do you think being coy will help you?” they said, the steady thump, thump, thump of their pacing reverberating in the air. “I’m going to find out where you’re keeping it.”
I licked my dry lips, not sure what the hell they were on about. “Your guess is as good as mine.”
“You need more prompting?” Their fingers wove through my hair, and a second later, they yanked back, exposing my neck. My throat bobbed, and the sting of the pull sent another frisson of lust through me.
The coolness of a blade pressed against the side of my neck, and the adrenaline crashed in hard. This probably shouldn’t turn me on as much as it did, but this was the most excitement I’d faced in a long while. My cock gushed a little pre-cum. With their fingers in my hair, tugging my head back and the blade against my throat, putting me in a precarious position, my mind swirled a little.
This was the oddest marriage proposal I’d ever heard of.
“You’ve evaded me long enough, Dynlan,” they growled out.
My nose wrinkled. “You mean Arryn.”
Their grip on my hair lightened. “What?”
“I’m Arryn Wyndale.” My gut began to sink. Maybe they’d mistaken me for someone on the marriage market? Of course. They couldn’t have actually been looking for me.
“Oh, fuck,” they groaned. A second later, the knife left my throat and clattered to the ground. Fingers behind my head signaled they were doing something to the blindfold. When it fell away from me a moment later, I blinked, the dim lighting too bright for my eyes.
“What’s going on?” I asked as my eyesight adjusted.
An elf stood in front of me, medium height with compact muscles. Their dark hair was short, shaved on one side. Their eyes were just as dark, with a hint of danger in the curve of their brows. Tattoos swirled up their arms, the magical sort that left a glimmer even in the faded amber glow. Slivers of light poured through the cracks in the wooden walls of what looked like an abandoned cabin. The place smelled like must, which was now clear by the splintered floorboards, the toppled furniture.
They paced back and forth in front of me, then speared fingers through their hair. The dip in their black tunic exposed round, gorgeous breasts, and their thick thighs were on clear display in gray leggings. “I kidnapped an innocent person, fuck.”
My eyes widened. “Wait, this was a kidnapping?”
They stopped and stared at me. “Were you scared in the slightest?”
I shrugged, the movement restricted by the ropes. “I mean, I could’ve busted through these ropes any time I needed to. These muscles aren’t just for show.”
They heaved a sigh. “I’m not normally this off my game. Sorry doesn’t cover it, does it?”
I licked my lips. “I’m not really in any predicament.” Apart from my cock, which had taken a definitive interest to what was going on. “What’s your name? Since you have mine.”
“Kali Virric,” they said, resuming their pacing back and forth in front of me. “Daughter of Gria and Renfair Virric.” She stared at me, as if I was supposed to know those names.
“Good for you?” I attempted.
“They’re bounty hunters in Gearwick. Pretty well known in their circuits,” she said, her shoulders sinking. “You aren’t a part of this life at all, are you?”
Damn, she looked embarrassed. I shook my head. “Berry farmer here. I don’t venture out too often.”
“Who did you think I was?” she asked, picking up her knife from the ground.
“Honestly? I wasn’t sure if you were from the marriage market or not,” I said. “I usually bypass that, but I figured I’d somehow gotten swept up in it. My Auntie Pym seems to think it’s high time I visited.”
