Elfcharm

by Leila Bryce Sin

  “I said don’t move,” he whispered, his voice low and almost angry. We stared at each other and I watched as the last bit of blue shrank from his eyes, going entirely black. I lifted one finger off of the rail and almost immediately felt the flat of Andre’s hand on my ass, smacking it, making it jiggle. I gripped the railing and he nodded before going back to unlacing his pants. I glanced over my shoulder and saw the pink mark on my ass in the shape of his hand, the imprint of his long fingers curving over the skin.

  Andre opened his pants, but didn’t pull them down. I had hoped to see him bare, with his muscled thighs and tight ass exposed as I was. He reached into his pants and gripped the length of his cock and pulled it out.

  “You know,” I said, lifting my hand again to gesture to it, “I could help you with that.”

  “You’d better think about helping yourself,” Andre said before he reached around and swatted my other cheek, making me hiss as my entire ass tingled in pain. His hand went into my hair, fisting against my skull as he pulled, arching my back as he pressed his cock between my ass cheeks.

  “Are you going to behave?” he asked.

  “Yes,” I said, my voice strained. I hadn’t ever been spanked before, but the teasing pain made my body respond happily, and I realized I was already ready for another go. I had been fantasizing about that cock inside of me and feeling Andre’s anger growing made me feel a little reckless.

  “Are you going to behave?” Andre asked again, his hand twisting in my hair, pulling harder, and his other hand came around to grasp my breast, squeezing until my pale skin ran red between his fingers.

  “Yes!” I replied, louder like I knew he wanted to hear. His hand slid from my breast and up to my mouth, slipping two fingers into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around them before I wrapped my lips around them and sucked on them as if I had his cock in my mouth, letting my eyes close as he drew his fingers in and out of my mouth. His hips shifted behind me and he managed to get his cock between my thighs. He rubbed the swollen head of his cock along my slick opening, massaging my pussy back and forth as his fingers went in and out of my mouth.

  The magic inside of me sang happily, zipping to every point of contact we made, drinking in Andre’s desire for me, swelling inside of me, making me ready for him. Andre withdrew his fingers from my mouth and gripped his shaft, guiding the head of his cock until he was pushing into me. He was so thick and my pussy was so swollen that he had to practically force himself inside of me. He growled animalistically behind me, pulling on my hair for leverage until I had to let go of the railing as my back bowed. I cried out for him when he finally slammed into me, the pleasure pain making my magic burst inside of me like a feral animal. His wet fingers slid between my thighs.

  I bent over for him again, gripping the railing. Working my pussy with his fingers, holding my hair for leverage, Andre began to fuck me as hard and fast as I had begged him to. His hips slammed into the backs of my thighs, his balls slapping against me, and his cock swelled inside of me. I gripped the railing hard enough to make my knuckles run red and white. Uncontrolled noises fell from my mouth as my breasts bounced in time with his rhythm. Andre’s fingers crooked into me, pressing my clit hard enough to surprise a second orgasm out of me. The sudden wave of pleasure crashed into me, making my pussy clench around his cock so tight he had to fight his way inside of me again no matter how wet he made me. Andre was growling again and he bent forward, his fangs piercing my shoulder, the wave of pleasure drowning out the shot of pain.

  Andre pumped his hips back and forth as my blood rushed into his mouth. He let go of my hair, but I was careful not to bend forward, afraid I’d rip away from his fangs if I did. His hands found my hips and his long fingers curled into my skin, bouncing me against him as he rode me from behind. I could feel his cock swelling inside of me and I clenched my body tighter around him, making him force himself inside of me with each thrust. I closed my eyes and arched my back, rolling my shoulders into him, letting my head rest on his chest. His tongue was still massaging the muscle of my shoulder, encouraging the blood flow, making me lightheaded with too many orgasms and too much blood loss, but nothing could make me tell him to stop. So lost in my fog of pleasure and pain, I almost didn’t feel him come, but suddenly he exploded inside of me and my blood gushed into his mouth again.

  We stood there for a long time, shaking, letting the sweet pain roll through our bodies. My magic had finally found a home inside of me again, content and full of power. My thighs were wet from both of us and my body throbbed happily. Andre drank from me, slower and more controlled than he had been just moments before. My body was so full of power and pleasure that I almost couldn’t feel the sting of his fangs in my skin. When he retracted his fangs, Andre brushed my hair away from my shoulders, making it swing forward. He pressed tender, light kisses along my shoulder, making me shiver as he closed the wounds. My legs were nearly ready to give out on me and, sensing my needs, Andre pulled out of me, his cock still hard and ready for more bouncing against my tender ass before he stepped back.

  Andre bent over and pushed his pants down before stepping out of them. I was so dazed I couldn’t decide what to do, but he saved me from figuring it out; he scooped me up in his arms and walked us over to the bed, crawling to the middle before he laid me down. He tucked me into his side as he lay down on his back, one arm under his head. I rolled comfortably into his side, resting my cheek on his chest, one arm draped over his stomach and one leg bent over his hip.

  I drew inconsequential designs over his chest with my fingertip, listening to the quiet in the room. With Daniel or Corbin, I would’ve listened to their breathing and their heartbeat slowing after our lovemaking, but not with Andre. With Andre, the world was quiet after so much screaming and slapping of flesh. Andre shifted under me and I realized he was reaching for something. I glanced up and saw his arm outstretched as he picked up something from my nightstand.

  “So,” Andre said as he lifted my necklace in the air, letting the star hang above my face. “How did you come by such a special little charm as this?”

  “I got it at the Solstice festival,” I replied, reaching up to take it, but Andre pulled it out of my reach, making my fingers close around air. He swung it away to examine it further. I pushed up onto one elbow and tried to lean over him, reaching for it. Andre tossed it into the air and caught the charm in his palm, making a fist around it.

  “Damn it, Andre!” I cursed, still trying to snatch it away. He sat up, making me slip into his lap, my ass in the air as I bent over him. His empty hand came down in a loud smack, making me yelp in surprise, my already tender rear tingling painfully. I scrambled quickly off of his lap and out of the bed, spinning around and catching his wrist, my reflexes heightened with the renewed power coursing through my body, so even his vampire speed couldn’t help him now. I pried his fingers open and took the charm from him.

  “I doubt you bought that,” Andre said as I walked over to the dresser, about to put the necklace down on a decorative dish some of my other jewelry lay piled on, but I hesitated, holding the charm in my palm. The metal was warm to the touch and the amethyst chips were almost sparkling.

  “No,” I said after a moment. “No, I didn’t buy it. Someone gave it to me.”

  “A fairy?” Andre asked. I heard him shift on the bed and the box spring squeaked as he swung his legs over the edge to sit up.

  “Uh, you know,” I said, finally letting the charm drop before I turned around to face him again. “I’m not even sure.”

  “How do you mean?”

  “I mean, at first I thought he was a fairy, but the more I think about it, I think maybe he was an elf, like me, but not.”

  “You couldn’t recognize another elf?” Andre arched one slender black brow at me.

  “I know,” I said, shaking my head. “I think he was using a really strong glamour.”

  “Strong enough to confuse another elf?”

  “I guess.” I dropped my eyes, sudde
nly feeling a little embarrassed. Was I so acclimated to our mixed society that I lost the ability to recognize my own kind?

  “Oh, now, don’t look so,” Andre said, making me glance up at him.

  He stood and walked towards me. Now that I wasn’t so distracted by my need and lack of power or having the charm dangling in my face, I could just admire his form. Andre had died sometime in his earlier thirties; he told me it had been so long that the exact age faded from his memory, as did many of his human memories. But having lived until that age, any hint of the young boy he might’ve been was carved out of his features, leaving a chiseled jaw line, dangerously sharp cheekbones, and a patrician nose. His pale blue eyes were the shape of almonds, shining in his pale skin.

  I traced the line of his shoulders with my eyes, remembering what it was to sink my teeth into his skin. That was one thing I really liked about being with Andre. I could be a little violent with him, the pain exciting him as much as it did me. Daniel was so human I had to be careful not to hurt him, and Corbin wanted tenderness, hot, demanding, urgent tenderness, but never pain. I liked a little pain every now and then. I dropped my eyes to Andre’s hands, those pianist fingers, and remembered the feel of them tangled in my hair, pulling, pulling until I cried out. Sometimes he gripped me so hard I thought I would break under the pressure. Power surged through me suddenly like a rising wave, and when Andre reached me, his hand reaching out to touch my jaw, it crashed violently, washing through me and into him and back again. Light shone from my eyes as they went quick-silver with the rush of power and my body clenched low as an aftershock rocked my body, making me throb with need.

  “Taryn,” Andre whispered with a throaty laugh, “you are such a delight.” He stepped closer to me, closing the distance between us, his hand sliding along my jaw and up to the point of my ear before burying into my hair. He fisted his hand, tugging my head back, lifting my face to the ceiling with a pinch of pain as if he had read my thoughts. His now warm lips found mine, claiming my mouth as his tongue glided against mine. I pressed my body against his, my hands on his chest, nails digging into his skin. His firm thigh fit between mine, letting me straddle it and rub myself against him as he kissed me.

  His free hand slid over my hip, up my ribs, and finally cupped my breast. His thumb brushed over my tender nipple, making it pucker again, and I whimpered into his mouth. His fangs came down, nicking the inside of my lip, making the metallic tang of my blood flavor our kiss. He drew my lip into his mouth, sucking on it as he rolled my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pinching as he twisted my hair a little tighter. Unable to control myself, I rubbed my wet pussy against his leg, faster and faster, in time with the tiny pulse in my lip as his tongue encouraged the blood flow. I reached for his cock, wanting to stroke him until he came in my hand, hopefully in time with me, but I only had time to caress the warm, pliable flesh before he grabbed my wrist again.

  “No,” he whispered into my mouth, placing my hand on his chest. “Only you, my sweet little elf.” I whimpered, shifting my hips against his leg.

  My nails cut into his skin and he growled into my mouth, making my stomach knot in anticipation. I felt my magic filling me, pressing at the edges of my body, bouncing back and forth from every spot that Andre touched me, mouth, breast, and pussy, drinking in the power he offered me with the pleasure and the pain. My clit swelled as I edged closer and closer to the orgasm, uncontrolled noises spilling from me into his mouth. Just when I felt the pressure cresting between my thighs, Andre broke our kiss and pulled my hair hard, stretching my neck, baring my throat for him.

  He dipped his head forward and his fangs slid into my throat, my blood bursting into his mouth, and I screamed as the orgasm ripped through me as I ground my body against his. My legs finally gave out under me as my body shook with the pleasure; only Andre’s arms around my waist held me up. He thrust his leg harder between mine, rubbing his wet thigh against me, massaging my throbbing clit, drawing out wave after hot wave as he drank from me.

  Slowly he withdrew his fangs, holding my body close to his, and his tongue lapped at my neck, cleaning and closing the wounds. I let my eyes fall closed as I enjoyed the warm honey feeling swirling through my body.

  “That’s three,” he whispered against the shell of my ear, his tongue darting out to flick my lobe. He gathered me up in his arms and carried me back over to the bed. Gently he laid me down, propped up against the pillows, my arms lank over my stomach. He gathered the covers he had thrown to the floor earlier and shook them out before draping them over me. Kneeling on the bed, he caught my chin between his thumb and forefinger and turned my face towards his to kiss me, softly, one last time. I smiled lazily up at him and he grinned down at me, a knowing look in his eyes. He liked to see how much he could take out of me, and I didn’t mind letting him know.

  I blinked slowly and, between one moment and the next, Andre was gone as if he’d disappeared into the shadows. I stretched long and luxuriously under the covers, reaching my arms up over my head to grip the railings of the headboard.

  The sun was fully gone, leaving the city in a wash of silvery moonlight and my bedroom in near total darkness. I rolled over until I could reach for the lamp on my nightstand, clicking it on. I thought about going back to sleep for a time, I didn’t have anywhere to be and I was well and truly worn out, but something stopped me. After so much blood loss, I knew I should eat something, but that wasn’t what was pulling at me.

  I slipped out of bed, taking the top blanket with me, wrapping it around my body, and walked over to the dresser. The amethyst chips twined in the metal seemed to glint even in the weak light of my lamp. I picked it up, holding it by the fairy floss chain, watching as the charm spun slowly in the air. I had started wearing it more and more in the past few weeks, realizing I felt different without it, disquieted somehow. The only thing was, when I fell asleep wearing it, I would dream of the elf who gave it to me and I would wake missing him.

  He had promised me that by taking the charm, I wouldn’t be put under some spell, making me his slave or something. The Fae couldn’t lie, but we’d spent eternity perfecting the art of telling half-truths rather than ever actually lying. But he hadn’t called to me like the Hunter had; I hadn’t seen him since the festival, and the dreams that I had were pleasant ones. They reminded me of a different time, when our people and humans were still separate, a time before mine.

  Surrounded by a forest at midnight, stars shone so brightly in the sky I could see them through the canopy of foliage. Will-o’-the-wisps drifted in the shadows, their gentle light glowing bright, beckoning me this way and that. I wore soft, hand worked leathers, hand stitched to carefully mold to my body. And though I wasn’t dancing, though I was alone in the forest, I could see the light from my eyes as they shown quicksilver, as if my magic was always just below the surface, full and alive, not waiting for another to replenish me.

  Every night was the same. I would walk through the forest, searching for something, for someone, and then I would hear the measured footsteps of another. I would turn just in time to see him emerge from the shadows. Our bright eyes would meet and he would smile at the sight of me.

  “Fallon,” I breathed his name, smiling in relief at the sight of him, realizing immediately he was the one I was looking for. His emerald hued hair was longer than I remembered, tumbling behind his shoulders in thick, curling waves, setting off his bright green eyes that glowed with the magic of the forest. The sharp points of his ears peeked through, curving back. He too was clad in hand tooled leathers, but only in boots and pants that were slung low on his hips, the sharp bones drawing the eye down to the lacings holding them closed. His skin was pale like moonlight glinting on a lake, an almost iridescent sea foam green, with darker green lines swirled and twisted down his arms like some ancient tribal tattoo.

  He stopped, waiting for me to come to him. It was strange, I know I would usually refuse to run to a man who was waiting for me to come to him, standing my ground
and waiting for him to come to me, or at least meet me in the middle, but I couldn’t fight this compulsion. I ran to him, happily, leaping the last few feet into his arms. He caught me easily, his muscled arms wrapping around my waist, laughing quietly as he hugged me to his body.

  I moved to press my forehead to his, the lights of our eyes glowing bright. Closing our eyes, we stood like that for a time, my arms around his neck, his around my waist, our faces close enough to kiss, feeling the magic between us swelling from nothing more than our embrace. A tear slipped down my cheek, falling to splash on his chest.

  Fallon lowered me to my feet, keeping one arm around my waist while lifting his other hand to brush his thumb over my cheek, wiping away the tear track. I opened my eyes to stare up into his face, knowing too soon I wouldn’t be able to look at him; too soon I would have to leave this wonderful place.

  “Taryn,” he said softly, bringing his hand down under my chin, lifting it up to look at him. “We have such little time; let’s not waste it on tears.”

  “But I’ll be gone soon, you’ll be gone soon,” I said.

  “But not yet,” he said, bringing his face close to mine. My lips parted in anticipation of his kiss, but he moved to the side, pressing his lips to my cheek. Reluctantly I stepped back when I felt him pull away from me. His arm fell away from my waist and his hand caught my wrist, sliding down to take my hand, twining our fingers together.

  He led us through the foliage and the trees, walking confidently through the shadows and shifting moonlight. I stepped closer to him so that I could wrap my free hand around his bicep, pressing the line of my body to his arm, not quite clinging to him. We would walk like that, the forest never changing, the will-o’-the-wisps never fading, only the moon tracking our steps in the sky.