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She stares at me in terror and wonder as I hold her aloft.
She moves her hand back down to my engorged member, stroking it in her hand.
“I don’t think that’s going to fit,” she tells me, marveling at its inhuman size.
“We’ll make it,” I growl at her. This isn’t a negotiation. She asked for this, and now she’s going to get it.
I move her down, gently prodding at her entrance. But there is no give, even with how wet she is. She stares at it again, and I can tell now she’s noticing how strange it looks next to her.
I thrust upward again to meet great resistance, but my tongue moves downward, attempting to lube her up. I’ve noticed that my saliva has a certain enticing quality that lures in prey and motivates them to stop fighting. In theory, it could work as an immediate aphrodisiac, loosening her muscles and allowing me entry. So, with her in my arms, my tongue and my cock move in perfect sync, my tongue reaching down a few feet to stimulate her clitoris while my member thrusts gently upward. Meanwhile, my claws dig into her breasts, tweaking her nipples and gripping her ass tightly.
Finally, I feel some give, and as I thrust into her tunnel with my member, I can immediately see that the aphrodisiac has worked. My cock’s invasion into her should cause her immense pain, just from its immensity, but the pain registers in her as pleasure, overloading her. I penetrate her slowly at first, feeling her warmth as it grips the grooves and spikes of my cock.
Biologically, we should not be compatible, but it seems that nature works in strange ways. The way she bucks into me with every thrust, I can feel her urgency. The pain is immense, but her movement is insistent.
Eventually, I’m no longer thrusting into her, speeding up with every assault. She is riding my tremendous cock, its enormous length reaching depths beyond her comprehension. Its strange texture provides sensations she could never feel with another human or dark elf. Her moaning and the way she rides me tell me everything I need to know about her desires.
“I didn’t think you could take me,” I confess, growling as her every rapid movement spills water onto the floor.
“Shut up and fuck me,” she hisses, undulating on my member. I can see its contour within her, probing her deeply. And the appearance of my savage cock inside her sends me over the edge.
I grip her hips aggressively, tightly, then bite down on her neck as I slam into her. I do not know how she will accommodate the copious quantities of seed I produce, or what our union might create, if anything, but my mind is empty. All I see is her limp, helpless form swaying down on me, demanding my cum.
With one final, rapid movement, I thrust upward, erupting inside of her. That one moment, my mind is clear, except for the bliss that washes over me, as she screams, then falls weak in my arms, my enormous cock still buried firmly within her.
23
ARIELLA
The dim rays of the rising sun spill into the room, landing softly on my face. The gentle warmth wakes me from the most peaceful night of sleep I’ve had in quite some time. Zyranth is still in bed too, his arms wrapped tightly around me. He seems to be asleep, but his eyes open as soon as I make the slightest movement. We lock eyes and smile, content to lay in each other’s arms a while longer.
Finally, after a few short minutes, I extricate myself from Zyranth’s possessive embrace and rise to dress for the day. We have a lot of planning to do, and though I’d prefer to waste the day lying in bed, it’s time to rid Protheka of Lord Everan. Nervous excitement courses through me at the thought of it. The prospect of a peaceful life with Zyranth, without the necessity of always looking over our shoulders, is giddying.
Zyranth rises as well and we dress together, though he’s doing his utmost to get me back into bed with him. After dressing, we walk out of our room and head downstairs for a bite to eat.
The smell of Kaffa beans greets us as we make our way toward the kitchen. Dirnyn is already waiting when we arrive, sipping a piping hot cup of kaffo near the window. He offers us some food to break our fast and we accept, settling in for a meal of tizret fruit, with its hard thorny skin and tangy flavor, complemented by long strips of some sort of fried meat and a basket of freshly baked rolls. It’s the best meal I’ve had in months.
Mirose arrives after a few minutes, sitting down next to me as she accepts a cup of kaffo from Dirnyn. I also have a cup with cream and sugar, though Zyranth declines, citing the strange smell. Zyranth has no such reservations regarding the mystery meat, however. He eats an absurd amount of it, cleaning off an entire tray of the stuff before rudely requesting more from Dirnyn. I smile to myself at his lack of etiquette and continue sipping my kaffo contentedly.
After we’ve all finished our kaffo, and Zyranth has eaten several pounds worth of meat and rolls, Dirnyn’s servants arrive to clear away dishes and leftovers. As servants bustle this way and that, Dirnyn invites us to join him in his sitting room. It’s time to begin our planning.
We settle into the lavish room, Dirnyn seated comfortably in a padded chair by the fire with Mirose beside him and Zyranth and I seated across from them in stout wooden chairs with red cushions. Zyranth seems ill at ease here. He’s not used to such garish interiors and is clearly missing his bland cave in the depths of the forest. Well, he’ll have to suffer a bit longer. I have a feeling we’ll be in these seats for quite some time.
“So,” I begin somewhat apprehensively. “We’re going to take down Lord Everan. Where do we begin?”
“Well,” Dirnyn responds in a snobbish tone. “I believe it’s obvious, isn’t it? We have to erode his support first. Then, once we are confident he won’t be supported by the rest of the elves, I issue a formal challenge to his rule, as is our custom. He will show up, expecting to duel me, and find our charming Zyranth here waiting to rip his heart out.”
“But where do we begin?” I respond, slightly peeved by Dirnyn’s callous attitude. “We need to break this down. We’ll need to choose a handful of reasons Everan is unfit to rule, then spread them as far and wide as we can. I’d wager we have a better chance of convincing elves to stay out of the conflict rather than turning them all fully against Lord Everan. We don’t have to convince them to go for his head, just create enough doubt that they’re not terribly upset when he’s challenged.”
“Birthright is a good place to start,” Mirose says after I finish. “If we can shed some doubt on his claim, perhaps by spreading rumors about his parentage, it might help build doubt in the minds of nobles.”
“Good, I like that,” I say, pleased someone else has made a suggestion.
“It’s good, but it’s not enough,” says Dirnyn. “Birthright is important, yes. But what elves really follow is power. Lord Everan’s heritage certainly helped him gain a following, but his ability with magic is what made people obey him. Elves fear he’ll torture or kill them if they don’t listen to his orders, but if we can make people think his powers are fading… well it might be enough to convince them to remain neutral and see how things play out.”
“I see,” I say, contemplating Dirnyn’s words. “What if we use Zyranth and I’s escape for that purpose? People must have heard about our escape by now. We certainly caused enough of a ruckus with all the guards we killed. We can let it be known that Lord Everan allowed a mere human to escape from his most secure holding cell. That should convince people that he’s slipping.”
“Hmmm. Yes, it could work,” Dirnyn admits. “People mustn’t find out how powerful Zyranth is though. It will work much better if they think it was a woman and her pet monster escaping. If they knew the full extent of Zyranth’s abilities, it could weaken our position. But if they think he’s just some creature from Kaynvu…” Dirnyn leaves the rest unsaid.
