Page 81 of I Destroyed the Elf Prince's Harem

Sliding my hand up to cup the side of his head, I grazed one of his ears and his entire body froze. I looked up to see Nylian’s eyes were wide and his breath erupted from his parted lips in short, hard pants.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean?—”

“Don’t stop,” Nylian cut me off. “Our ears are one of the most sensitive parts of our bodies. When you touch my ears, it’s like I can feel you touching me everywhere.”

I bit my bottom lip to hold in a very undignified squeal of excitement. I had wanted to run my fingers along those long, pointed ears since we first met.

Carefully, I extended both hands, lightly placing the fingertips of my index fingers at the base of his lobeless ears. I ran them up to the very tips, squeezing the most delicious moan out of Nylian. You would have thought I’d just deep-throated him to the point of my lips brushing his balls. I started back down, still taking my time, exploring every inch. But he couldn’t take it any longer.

Nylian flew into action, kissing me like a man possessed. My pants disappeared amidst the chaos, and I hissed to feel his feverish body pressed to my own. Silken skin slid along mine and I was in heaven. I couldn’t keep rubbing his ears. My hands desperately needed to touch the rest of him.

I ran my fingers along the powerful muscles of his shoulders. I spread my legs, fitting his body perfectly between them. My elf was so close, but not nearly close enough.

And then the wicked imp began kissing his way along my chest. He sucked and licked each nipple until they were almost painfully hard. He crawled lower, licking a stripe along my stomach to brush the swollen head of my cock. With one hand tangled in his blond locks, I pulled him up while wrapping my other hand around the base of my cock to stave off my orgasm.

“No cocksucking.”

Nylian’s grin was the filthiest thing I’d ever seen. “But you like when my mouth is full of your cock. You fuck my face so?—”

I seized his dirty mouth in a brutal kiss to stop his words.

“I don’t want to come that way. Only when you’re in me.”

“I can arrange that,” Nylian promised.

But instead of returning to sex, he hopped out of bed and tiptoed across the room, dodging debris while his hard cock bounced with every step. He was a gorgeous sight, and it was not helping me regain control.

“Be careful! The glass!”

He ignored me as he dug through a basket of colorful jars and vials. After a few seconds, he held up a round blue jar with a look of triumph and returned to the bed.

“What’s that?” I asked as he sat between my legs.

“This,” he said proudly as he removed the lid, “is a special salve that helps to heal everything from basic aches and pains to speeding up the closure of wounds. It even soothes abrasions and burns.” He dipped his fingers inside and held them up to reveal a thick viscous gel with a pale-blue tint. “And it works very well as a lubricant during sex.”

Fuck, yes! Elf-made magic lube. Bring it on!

That insane thought had barely crossed my brain when Nylian pressed one slick finger into my hole. There was a stretch and a flash of pain, but it was gone by the next breath.

“Are you okay?” Nylian inquired, still moving incredibly slow despite the magic elf goo.

“God, yes. Please don’t stop,” I groaned. My legs fell even wider apart while I stroked my cock.

Nylian added another finger, and I winced at the brief pain but continued to urge him on. I didn’t know whether the pain wasn’t as bad as I’d expected because I was so horny or because of the lube, but I needed more. This felt like a wicked tease, as if I were getting a lick of icing while Nylian was holding the whole damn chocolate cake inches out of my reach.

“Nylian,” I moaned. “I can’t take this. You got to fuck me before I lose my mind.”

The elf bent low, pressing a series of open mouth wet kisses on my thigh, sending chills through my entire body. He paused as he reached my hip bone and licked across the head of my leaking dick, causing my eyes to roll into my head as curses tumbled off my tongue.

“Anything for you,” he murmured.

Nylian removed his fingers from my ass and added some of the slick salve to his dick. The thick head brushed my hole, and I forced myself to release the air from my lungs, refusing to let fear strangle me.

He pushed forward, stretching my ass even more. My brain instantly overloaded. Burn, stretch, slick slide, and breath-stealing fullness destroyed my ability to think. I could only feel, and it was amazing.

The first thing that made sense was the tender brush of Nylian’s lips against mine.

“Just relax,” he whispered. “You’re doing so well, my precious one. Your body was made for me. Every thrust feels like you’re pulling me deeper.”

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