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“I wanted to see what your name felt like on my tongue,”

I responded, tightening my hands into loose fists to keep them from flying off my arms to feel her body.

She cleared her throat and began to unbutton her white top, slowly revealing small hints of smooth skin. If I didn’t know better, I’d have thought she was being bashful with how earnestly she was undressing.

“You don’t have to,” I said when I saw her hands shaking. “I’m happy to just talk with you.” I’d have been happy just to stare at her.

Her laugh held the sound of embarrassment and it was the cutest sound my ears had ever been graced with. There was no possible way she was really this innocent. “Will you do it for me then?” she asked coyly.

Oh my scabies.

I was in front of her so fast, I made a small breeze that pushed the hair off of her cheeks. I reached out and touched the button just below her cleavage. I looked at her face, carefully breathing in every hungry look she gave me as my fingertips skated over the button and onto the silky soft skin of her chest. I wasn’t ready to undress her yet. I wasn’t sure I could handle it. I’d had women stripped naked in front of me, moaning my name, who hadn’t had me a fraction as infatuated as I was in this moment with her fully dressed. I wanted to savor every second of whatever was happening. Something told me I would remember it forever. It felt like I’d been searching through a thousand keys to find the right one and then I found it and it fit as perfectly as I’d hoped.

Her eyes fluttered shut as my greedy fingertips grazed her collarbone and then the side of her neck, her skin still warm from her hair. With closed eyes, she let out the softest sigh and leaned her cheek into my open palm. Something in the action felt sublimely intimate, like she trusted me. Softly and slowly, savoring every movement, I lowered my lips to hers and gently parted them, pulling in her bottom lip until it was between mine. She softened even more as she pushed her body against me.

A hurricane could have demolished the room in those few seconds and I wouldn’t have noticed. It felt like something magical connecting us. I was overwhelmed. I was terrified and eager all at once, as freaked out as I was excited. My other hand found the curve of her hip and feeling her under my palm made me spiral into oblivion. When she wrapped her fingers around the back of my neck, I was a man lost, and when she let out a quiet moan and lightly nipped at my lip, I was a man possessed. I lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around my waist causing her long, flowing skirt to scrunch up around her thighs. I felt the heat from her pressing against me, separated only by a thin triangle of cotton. It was maddening. Neither one of us seemed capable of slowing down. I needed her. I needed to know what every inch of her skin felt like under my fingertips and tongue.

I quickly set her on the bed and stepped a few feet away to catch my breath. This was so intense. It was almost as if⁠—

“What—wait,” she rasped as she sat up looking completely disheveled.

My cock strained against my pants at the sight before me. Panting, I ran my hand through my hair and paced the five steps at the side of the bed repeatedly. “What are your hobbies

and interests?” I struggled to breath at a normal rate. “What?” She smiled.

“What’s your family like?” I continued my pacing. “You deserve better than an explosive, unrestrained fuck. You are— you are immaculate. I want to take this slow. I want to know everything there is to know about you.” I glanced at the bed where she lay with her billowy skirt hiked up to the top of her thighs, the smallest patch of bright white underwear peeking out between her spread legs. “Fuck me,” I said speaking directly to the most exquisite pair of bare legs ever to exist.

“Empty threats.” She smiled, lighting up the room. I wouldn’t miss the sun down here if she kept doing that. “Take everything off, Eli. I want to have a look at you,” she said.

I was frozen. All warning thoughts had floated away, replaced with only the most despicable, naughty, fun thoughts I could muster. I was physically incapable of moving with her splayed all out on the vibrant-colored bed like she was. She rose from the bed with a mischievous smile. “Let me help you.” I cleared my throat, hoping it would hide the shrill, girlish scream I wanted to make when her delicate fingers deftly began unbuttoning my shirt.

“Oh my gods,” she whispered as she looked at my chest after pushing my shirt open. A burst of masculine pride swept over me, ecstatic that she liked what she saw. I couldn’t keep my hands off her this close to me. With my shirt still halfway down my arms, I pulled her against me and slowly kissed her, savoring the feel of her lips. My hands palmed her round backside. With now feverish movements, she pressed against me, rising on her tiptoes to wrap her arms around my neck. I flung my shirt to the ground before wrapping my arms around her. For a minute, everything felt right. “Ugh, this is going to be so much harder than I thought,” she mumbled into my neck so quietly I had to strain to hear her.

I shifted my body, pressing my hard length against her stomach, letting her know how much she turned me on. She fumbled with the chain around my neck that held the pendant. “Leave that,” I whispered into her neck as I moved her small hands from around the back of my neck and onto the waistband of my trousers. A sharp flash of something in her eyes caught my attention, and I immediately straightened, tilting my head in confusion. Before I could give it another thought, she had my pants and underwear pushed down around my ankles and kneeled to push them off. The cold air hit me, pulling me slightly out of my daze. I watched her kneeling just below my pulsing cock as she struggled with getting my boots off. Feeling a bit silly standing naked with my pants handcuffing my ankles, I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up. I had to unlace my boots. I kissed her, pulling away abruptly when I felt her try to tug my necklace off. Warning bells sounded in my head, but since they weren’t in the head that was getting all of the attention at the moment, I paid them no real mind.

“This electricity between us is…insane,” I whispered still in awe.

She paused for a second and tilted her head before shaking whatever thought that had spooked me away. “Just take everything off. I need you. Take the necklace off,” she whispered, her voice still soft, but with an unusual edge to it now.

The damn alarm bells were sounding again. Something about this wasn’t right—well, some of it was right…and wrong. I don’t know what was going on, but I could feel the answer floating at the edge of my mind, taunting me.

I shuffled back half a step but almost tripped, unable to go any farther with my pants around my ankles. Was there any possibility that we were mates? That didn’t really happen with Seelie, but I couldn’t quite figure out this wild burst of feelings I felt for this absolute stranger.

I watched as her eyes saw my mind working. Her voice softened again and she gripped my cock firmly.

“Faaa—” I thrust into her hand. No, there was something else, something before she grabbed me. Come on man! My necklace. She tried to take my pendant off.

The goddess cupped my balls and began to work her grip over my shaft. She removed one hand from my throbbing cock and found the clasp of my necklace again.

“What are you doing? Leave it,” I panted out, trying my damnedest to keep my eyes open long enough to look at her. “I just don’t want it to, uh, slap me in the face when you’re thrusting this…uh…big, hard cock deep inside of me…like this.” She forcefully worked my length with one hand while she continued to try and undo the clasp with the other. “Give… it…to…me,” she mumbled through gritted teeth. “Oh wait… oh,” she said after I came into her palm. She looked down to her sticky hand and dress with the look you give a child that spilled its food. “Well, you gave it to me,” she muttered.

I collected myself and swatted her nonsticky hand away from my chain. “What do you want with the pendant?” I panted, realizing there was more going on than I had thought.

“Because it’s mine,” she snapped while wiping her cum covered hand on the bedspread with a cringe.

“What do you—” I began.

The door flew open, hitting the wall behind it with a bang. “Agh!” I shouted, grabbing my free-hanging dick mid-jump. “Well?” It was Eletha and she was talking to the girl, Anna, not even bothering to look in my direction.