Page 132 of The Serpent’s Shadow

Corym dropped the torch as I ran. It thudded to the ground and stayed lit on the dirt. He opened his arms wide as I jumped into his embrace, wrapping him up.

The tall elf was sturdy, wiry. He was exactly as I remembered him, dressed in his regal tunic and pants he’d worn during our escape from the elf encampment. Washed, now, and clean. A smooth, hairless face, sharp chin, and knowing eyes.

I stared up at him, my eyes dewy. The flickering torch on the ground made him look younger and more menacing, but his smile took all that away. It was brilliant, radiant, only for me.

“Corym,” I breathed, nestling my head against his chest, speaking directly to his heart. “Thank the gods. You’re here.”

“I’ve been coming here for days, to while away my nights and wait for you,” he said in his rich, deep voice. He tilted my chin up with a soft finger. “I’m partly surprised the deceiver kept his word.”

“So am I,” I croaked.

He kissed me then, with my chin tilted. I went on my tiptoes to shove myself into him, pushing him against the back of the cave.

His lips were full, soft, and belied the hardness of the elf. Gripping the back of my neck, hand tangling in my hair, we deepened the kiss. His tongue darted into my mouth, toying with me, and I groaned into his.

A deep pool of heat swam inside me, aching and needy.

When we pulled our lips apart, he hummed. “Exactly as I remembered,” he whispered. “And, as I foretold, the thought that dominated me during our time apart. Your lips.”

I smiled at him, at a loss for words.

He looked so damn kissable, so I did it again. This time, my hands cradled the sides of his narrow waist, landing on hard hip bones.

He growled at me, saying, “Careful,lunis’ai. Unless . . .”

“Yes,” I choked out, nodding profusely. “I need something more permanent to remember you by.”

Something dark and intangible took shape in his gold-flecked eyes. Like a predator with the switch turned on, where he’d been playing good before. The lion taking place of the housecat.

His kiss was more needful this time, lustier. His hand burrowed into my silver-streaked hair, crushing my skull against his.

Corym’s other hand dipped south, roving under my shirt, finding my bare skin. Goosebumps pebbled everywhere hetouched, and my nipples hardened as our chests pressed together.

His hand moved up, gliding effortlessly, gracefully. He toyed with me, flicking at my nipple underneath my shirt, and I moaned in his mouth from the suddenness of his fervor.

I could feel the hard protrustion of him against my middle. Not a human man, but amanwhichever way you sliced it—with something to show, too.

I touched him all over through his regal clothes, to make sure he was real. Cupped his ass, gripped his sides, and finally made my way between his legs to grip his length.

Corym was long against his thigh, stiff and warm through his pants. Reaching in blindly through the top of his waistband, I found the scalding-hot pillar I’d been looking for, and quite a pillar it was.

If I had expected elves to be dainty and thin and small, I was sorely mistaken. Pleasantly mistaken.

Corym was a big man where it counted, which shouldn’t have surprised me with how commanding and confident he was in all other aspects of his life.

My fingers curled around his cock and stroked, punching his pants—forcing him to grunt and undo the belt and buttons keeping him constrained in a tight package.

Once he was free, I got to gaze upon his otherworldly cock, a feast for my eyes. It bounced to full hardness, curving slightly, a perfect specimen. Velvety smooth, pretty like the rest of him.

Corym swung me around so my back was against the cave, and my head swam with dizziness.

This was shaping up to be a weekend for the ages, as I claimed one man after the other. Sometimes two at the same time.

He worked urgently, as if I would disappear if he didn’t keep his hands roaming over my body constantly.

My pants were the first to go, with the help of the gentlemanly elf, and then all signs of the gentleman fled.

He stripped down naked, ripping off my shirt while I tore off his. He fondled my breasts and pushed against me, gliding his long cock between my warm thighs.

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