Page 8 of The Dark Elf's Secret Baby

Our bodies rock together in a steady rhythm, not as fast and frantic as before but there’s still a note of desperation in our tempo. Kerym pulls me flush to him, so close I can feel his heart beating in his chest. The water makes movement fluid, though we’re both still sweaty from the humidity of the room.

“I’m close,” he whispers in his low voice. My eyes roll back in my head as it washes over me and I feel the waves of pleasure along my core that tells me I’m getting closer as well. His fingers never stop moving, twisting, tweaking, stroking and teasing my clit with a ferocity that has my orgasm slamming into me, almost out of nowhere.

One minute I’m still climbing the peak, the next I’m tumbling over the edge, free-falling. It’s glorious. Kerym works me through before his hands move, gripping my hips roughly as he stiffens and fills me with his come.

“Layla,” he breathes my name into my neck. “Gods.”

We’re a sticky, sweaty mess again and we’re supposed to be getting clean. The irony is so funny that I start laughing again. “Look at us. You just apologized for being unable to hold back but look at me. I practically threw myself onto your dick the second you climbed into the bath.”

He chuckles as well, bending down to give me a soft peck on the lips. “You know I’m irresistible. I am a god, after all.”

“My god,” I tease. “My own personal deity.”

“That’s right,” he says, puffing up his chest. “And you need to remember your place, puny human.”

“My place is beneath you,” I tell him, biting my lip and lowering my lashes.

“Insatiable little brat,” he growls, nipping and licking at my neck.

I may not know what I mean to him, but I know that Kerym likes having me around. And I like being around him. For now I just want to enjoy the time we have together, for however long it lasts.

6

Kerym

When I wake the next morning, Layla is already out of the bed. I roll over into the warmth of her spot and pout. “Hey,” I call out to her, watching her in the bathroom. “Come back to bed. It’s too cold to be up.”

“I can’t,” she says, cleaning her teeth. I stretch out and sit up, turning to put my feet on the floor. It’s cold and I’m already regretting it but I’m determined to pull her back for another round. We fell asleep not long after finishing our bath so we didn’t get a chance last night.

Pulling her by the arm, I start tugging her from the basin but she swats me away, rolling her eyes. “We can’t,” she repeats herself. “I have to get ready for work. I’m going to be late if I don’t hurry.”

“I can cover you,” I offer. “Find some excuse...” I trail a finger down her arm.

“Kerym,” she protests. “I’m already going to get the third degree from my aunt and uncle for not coming home last night. I can’t risk getting in trouble for being late to my shift in the mines as well.”

“Don’t you want to stay?” I ask, pretending to pout, trying to get her to give in.

“Yes, but you need to go to work too,” she reminds me. “Now go get dressed.”

I ignore her, heading to the kitchen instead. I need to make sure she’s got something to eat before she heads off. Working in the mines is tough, difficult labor and it won’t do if she’s got nothing in her belly.

I crack two eggs into the pan and feed more fuel into the cast iron stove, turning the heat higher. As soon as they’re done cooking, I bring the plate directly up to Layla, who’s already dressed.

“Thank you, Kerym,” She says, scooping up some of the eggs while I quickly clean up and change into my work clothes as well. I put on a black and gold brocade vest over a button up shirt and brown and cream pinstripe trousers. I’m pulling on my sturdy boots when Layla gasps, hearing the grandfather clock in the hall chime the hour.

“Go!” I tell her, pushing her towards the stairs. We hurry down and I all but shove her out the back door.

I watch her off, something stirring painfully inside as she hurries towards the mines. She’s dressed in the clothes she wore yesterday. A black corset vest over her white shift and plain brown dress, a thick sweater swaddled around her shoulders to help fight off the chill of the mountains. Sturdy. Comfortable for working long, exhausting hours.

It isn’t right. She shouldn’t have to work so hard. But this is the life we lead.

I wish I could at least be there to protect her but I can’t do that in my current position. I was stationed at the camp a year ago.

That’s when Layla and I first met. I think I was taken with her the moment I first saw her, standing there, arguing with one of the overseers. I marched over and demanded to know what the issue was.

“He’s risking one of the girls down there, insisting that she venture into a tunnel because she’s smaller but there’s a danger because she’s new and scared,” Layla says, brow scrunched in frustration. “I think we should send in someone more trained but he’s being dripir-headed about it!”

“This stupid human won’t obey my orders!” the elf yells. “Do what I say or you’ll be whipped!”

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