Chapter Seven
Lord above, let him survive this. She tasted wild, untamed, and so seething hot.
It hadn’t been how things were supposed to go. He’d thought it over in his mind and everything told him they should talk, first. He needed to know her, she needed to know him. He needed to come clean and explain just who he was to his people, just what he wanted of her.
Right now, there was only one thing he wanted and he was pretty sure she could feel it. He’d never been as hard in his life, and the dick was pressed against her stomach, through a few layers of clothing.
Kai put his hands on her shoulders, meaning to gently push her back – sometime, anytime – but instead of letting him, she jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding against him.
Hell on fire.
“Talk,” he breathed. “I need to talk.”
“Talk after making me come.”
That worked.
His hands were shaking, but he made quick work of the ties holding her trousers up, and then, his fingers curled just there, making her writhe, breathless.
There was nothing graceful about his kiss, either; his mouth was fucking hers, biting, thrusting, sucking her lips, then her neck, her ear.
Finally, she screamed and contracted around his wet finger.
It took everything in him, but Kai took a step back, removing his hand from the pussy which was so ready for him.
“There, done. Ready to talk, now?”
Unbelievably, he was serious; he really wanted to have a discussion right now.
Eira opened her mouth in disbelief, and closed it again. Hell no. No way was she letting him feel nothing, when he’d made her bones melt.
She jumped down from the countertop, and dropped to her knees, pulling his trousers down before he managed to get a word out.
Oh fuck.
Eira had seen a few dicks – gods weren’t all that shy, a lot of them had been fond of walking around without a stitch of clothing on, like peacocks.
This dick was very different to those she recalled. It was harder, for one, and longer, too. While she’d seen some which had been thicker, this long cock had no equal.
To show her appreciation, she licked it, from the base right to the top.
Kai held her hair firmly in his hand, gently pulling her away first; when she took the tip deep in her mouth, he soon changed his tune, pushing her down on him as he groaned.
That was more like it.
“Short version of the talk,” he muttered, his words hammered out with a lot of effort. “I want a child. No contraception. Deal?”
That got her attention; she lifted her eyes up to his, without releasing his cock from her throat.
A child. Well, she certainly hadn’t had that kinda trade in mind.
She’d believed he might have known her for who she was, somehow. He might have liked to use her powers, like many before him. She’d owed him that much, it wouldn’t have been an ordeal.
But no; he wanted a child who would be half hers.
Finally, Eira lifted her head from his engorged shaft.
“I see,” she said. “I’m not sure that coming in my mouth could achieve that.”
He took her on the countertop, first, then on the sofa, finally, they ended up upstairs, in his large, soft bed, against dozens of furs which would need dry cleaning in the morning.
Eira bounced up and down; no sound could be heard above her plea and his grunts.
Finally, he filled her a third time as she collapsed on top of him.
“Again.”
He was on top this time, holding her legs up on his shoulder as he pounded, sweating and cursing at how tight and wet she was.
“Again.”
It was a miracle Kai wasn’t dead. He hadn’t believe it was physically possible to ejaculate seventeen times in a row, but there they were – and still alive, strangely.
Unsurprisingly, he woke after dawn, for once, rising as he felt featherlight caresses on his back.
His cock should have been in an irrevocable state of unconsciousness for the foreseeable future, but it stood at attention, ready to rock it again.
He shifted, pulling himself up and above her.
“It seems you plan on fucking me to death,” he breathed against her bronze skin, kissing all the way from her breast down the trail leading to her quim; she giggled and wiggled underneath him.
His eyes flashed with something he didn’t doubt was wicked, and he rose from the bed, heading towards a cupboard where he was sure to find something suitable.
“What are you doing?”
He smile then and grabbed the thin, green rope.
“Do you trust me?” he replied, before he could convince himself not to.
It was a silly question, they barely knew each other; why should she trust him? Sure, he’d taken care of her for a few days, but that didn’t say a lot.
“Yes,” she replied without having to think it over.
He lifted an eyebrow at the unexpected gift.
“If you let me, I’m going to tie you up. Then, I’m going to blindfold you. After that, I’ll fuck you into tomorrow.”
He’d shocked her into silence, it seemed; but he saw the response in her eyes before she managed to open her mouth.
“Yes, please.”
Northanger village, Gerda
Saying that she was fuming was a slight understatement. Kai hadn’t emerged from his home since he’d brought back his human slut. She’d passed in front of his door twice, and what she’d heard said just how they occupied their time.
It was so out of character she could hardly believe it; he’d always been the one who did exactly what was expected – hell, he exceeded expectations when he could.
What had been expected was for him to eventually settle down with her.
There had been rumors leading her to believe that he enjoyed screwing the occasional human, and she’d hardly been surprised – he had to fuck something, and humans were marginally better than sheep.
But bringing one of his whores here? That was unheard of.
“Green’s never been your color, dear,” the old crone she couldn’t stand said, following her gaze which was fixated on Kai’s house.
Fyn had never liked her, and she suspected that was one of the reasons why Kai hadn’t taken her yet.
“I have no reason to be jealous. In fifty years, when the girl is dead, I’ll be around, looking just like this. That’s why he’ll come to me, eventually.”
She tried to say it without intonation, but she heard the challenge in her own tone.
“Sure he will,” Fyn said, patting her knees condescendingly before walking away.
That had sounded like the kind of lies one tells children to reassure them that there really was a fairy bored enough to care about their teeth.
Gerda’s eyes narrowed. She’d truly believed what she’d said, until hearing Fyn’s reply. Now, she wasn’t so sure.
Because her certainty that Kai would eventually be hers resided in the fact that he’d needed to breed an heir, and that she was, frankly, the only suitable partner in the village.
But elves could breed with humans; at least a hundred of those who lived there had human blood running through their veins.
She’d believed Kai had been against it; but what if he wasn’t?
If the girl bore his child, there would be no reason for her to be needed; Kai could carry on his chase of human bedmates after this one outstayed her welcome.
No. She hadn’t worked this fucking hard to be forever remembered as a nobody.
Think, Gerda, think.
She went home, and rested in front of her mirror; things were generally much clearer to her then.
Mirror was an inexact description; she only had a fragment of what had been a larger piece, but it was still her most valuable possession.
It wasn’t exactly reflecting things; her face looked better through it – more refined, younger, too. It calmed her, and made her believe everything was possible.
Everything is possible, for you are the fairest of them all.
It came to her, then.
It was obvious that Kai was quite attached to his human trollop; if something occurred while he was otherwise engaged between her legs, he might redefine his priorities and focus his mind back where it was needed.
Yes. Yes. Get them to come here. Get the slavers to find this town. Kai’s mind will certainly not be on his whore, then.
Gerda waited until nighttime before slipping away. The piece of broken mirror in her pocket. She took her sleigh and drove Bae down the hill, towards Virvolla.
There was a group of humans she needed to find.