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This was it, he was going to die. That was the only thought in Callum's mind when his elven pursuer kicked him into Lord Viren's office. If only said mage, or his daughter, Claudia, were present. Instead, he slammed into one of the desks. The force of his body shook the table until a clay jar loudly smashed right before Callum went crashing down too.
He set his hand down to steady himself as he held his aching head, but, even through his gloves, his palm was sliced open on one of the broken jar's shattered pieces. He hissed, pulled his hand away, and instinctively checked what he had cut himself on. He only briefly registered the actual jar, because its contents had captured his interest. Its looked like a pile of white sand with various tiny, flower petals peppered throughout.
Callum might not have known a lot about magic, but there had been this one time he and Claudia had teamed up to prank her brother, Soren. Part of the prank had involved knocking the blonde knight out using this same mixture. At least, he was pretty sure it was one and the same powder. He silently prayed this would be the stuff. Even more than that, he hoped it would work the same on an elf as it had a human, because, honestly, he would like to live to see his nineteenth birthday.
“You don't have to die,” Her accented voice was cold, and measured.
Her words snapped his attention back to her. She was stalking closer to him with all the confidence of a predator that knew its prey had nowhere to run. He flinched when she finally stopped just in front of him.
To his surprise, she did not attack, but continued to speak. “There are only two targets tonight.”
“Wait, two? What do you mean?” as he spoke, he moved his hand back to his side. He was pleased to feel the grainy texture right where he could gather it.
“I'm here for the King. And I'm also here for his son, Prince Ezran.”
His face fell, and both hands clenched. “You can't. That's not fair! Why would you hurt someone who's done nothing wrong?”
“Humans cut down the King of the Dragons, and destroyed his only egg, the Dragon Prince,” she raised one sword dangerously close to his chest. “Justice will not be de-”
Faster than he had ever moved in his life, he raised up the dust in hand, and blew it at her the same way he had seen Claudia do it. The surprised elf turned her face away. A hand raised to cover her mouth and nose, but her sword meant both were still exposed. He knew she had breathed it in as she began to cough.
Taking his moment, he scrambled to his feet away from her. Half a heartbeat later, she was in front of him again, blocking his escape. In one fluid motion, she spun, kicked the doors closed, and positioned her swords on either side of his neck. “The hard way it is, then,” she seethed.
His thoughts were screaming, 'why hadn't it worked?!' Her face was turning red, though, and she seemed to be breathing a little heavier. Granted, both could be explained by the coughing fit the dust had caused her.
Which meant his brain returned to the thought that happened maybe two minutes prior: he was going to die. Well, if this was it, the least he could do was sacrifice himself for his brother's sake.
He raised both his hands in surrender. “Alright. You win. You found me.” He paused a moment to prepare himself, and met her eyes with bold determination. “I am Prince Ezran.”
It had to be a trick of the lighting... her eyes almost looked remorseful. Then she started to grimace. In the next second, he blades clattered to the ground as she doubled over holding her abdomen. There was no doubt she was panting now.
“What did you do to me?” Her violet gaze glared at him, but fear rang clear in her voice.
Despite the fact she had tried to kill him, a wave of guilt twisted Callum's insides. “It's a sleeping powder,” he hurried to explain. “A-at least, for humans it is. I'm sorry, I had no idea what it would do to an elf!”
She continued to keep a brave face, but her legs were visibly starting to shake. Before he realized what happened, she lunged, and tackled him to the ground. With him securely pinned beneath her, she twisted his injured hand, and forced him to press the palm against his own face. A sour scent intermingled with the metallic smell of blood hit his nose. At first, he was panicked that she was going to smother him to death with his own hand. His free hand tried to shove her off, but she easily shrugged his attempts away.
Then something got caught in his throat. When he began to cough uncontrollably, the moonshadow elf finally let up. A satisfied smile curved on her lips, “Now we'll both pass out.”
Of course! He looked at his hand with powder still stuck to it thanks to some of his blood that had seeped through the slice in his glove.
Already, he could feel his thoughts starting to cloud. He was becoming woozy just laying there looking up at her. Curiously, his skin started to feel hot, his heart rate was steadily getting faster, and his blood... oh sweet paragon, his blood was heading south. The way she glanced down to where her hips pinned his, he knew for sure she had felt his excitement. Then her gaze returned to his. The look she was giving him...
He had heard of 'bedroom eyes' before, but, despite being a near-adult Prince, he had never been on the receiving end of such lust. She slammed her mouth down onto his. The arm she had been gripping was firmly pressed to the floor. His mind did not even have the chance to wonder about the sudden change before he was firmly pressing his lips back. His free arm snaked around her waist to force her closer to him. Unintentionally, his hips jerked causing both their mouths to open to gasp at the fire shooting through them. Emboldened, she started to grind her pelvis into his in search of that wonderful friction.
Her hot fingers slipped up the front of his shirt. Each stroke along his abs was the best kind of torture. He wanted more... no, he needed more. The arm that had been around her moved down intending to dip under her shirt right back. Except her top was armour that had only enough give for her to move, and not enough for his fingers to slip under. He tried the hem of her pants instead. The belt made that difficult too, but this time he was able to get his hand under her clothing.
Her head snapped away from his as she let out a gasping moan when his fingers traced out her muscular backside. He found he loved the sound, and gave her ass an experimental squeeze. Her hold on his other wrist tightened, her back arched pressing her more into his hand, and she gave an appreciative hum. He pulled his trapped arm a little hoping she would get the message to let go. She did, but only so that she could roughly grab his pants. In one swift motion, she stripped his lower half bare.
The air felt chilled compared to the heat inside his veins. For a moment, reality wanted to creep in as he watched her back up to take in the sight of him. Was he... were they actually going to... with an elf? His would be assassin, at that!
He wondered what it would feel like to plunge cock deep into her core. His dick twitched its approval, and anticipation. Then he noticed her ears twitch too, as she starred at his manhood. The motion had been, well cute. In fact, he would dare to say that seeing this deadly warrior become bashful, and hesitant was down right endearing. The reality of the situation once again faded into a fuzzy, not-there thought. Instead, he wanted to make her move her ears, again.
Untangling his hand from her waistband, he pushed himself up leaving only an inch between their faces. Their heavy panting mixed their breaths. Meeting her gaze, he marvelled at how beautiful she was. The markings beneath each eye accented her cheekbones, and made the vibrancy of her eye colour pop. She appeared to be studying him just as intensely. Not with the cold calculation of a killer, but a curious wonderment trying to decide if she liked where things were going, or not.
He could not say what made him do it, but he brought his hands up to hold her face in his palms. When she did not push his touch away, he dared to move one thumb to trace her ear. She visibly shivered, and her breath stuttered. Like a spell had come over them, the pairs lips once again joined fast and hard. Her hands grabbing tight to his shirt as if threatening to rip it open. He kept running his thumbs along each of her ears. Her kisses grew more desperate; more hungry. He could have spent hours like this- the two of them devouring each others lips- but his exposed lower half was becoming more painful with need by the second.
Allowing one hand to slip down her body, he paused only a moment at her breast. Unfortunately, there was not enough give in the armour to properly grope. So he set off back on his mission to locate the clasp of her belt. She suddenly pulled away from him again when his futile efforts to undo the buckle had tugged her hips forward. Then she shooed his hand away and easily undid the piece herself. He could only sit there, memorized as she shimmied out of her pants, and undergarments. In her haste, however, she had forgotten to remove her knee high boots, and thus both articles of clothing would not go further down to be completely removed.
It was still plenty for him to see her lower parts. Still having no idea where this courage was coming from, he reached to run his fingers from her hip, through her silver curled hairs, and dipped a finger between her outer lips. He was amazed by the warm wetness that easily coated his finger. With an experimental flick of his digit, he could feel the ridge of her inner folds. She gasped with his touch. Her hips wiggled as if trying to force his hand deep inside her.
“Please,” she whimpered.
He stroked along her slit, again. This time his finger found a hard, little bundle, and she bucked against him.
“Y-yes,” she threw her head back as she gasp.
In a wild desire to touch his lips to her, again, he went for her neck. He peppered her pulse with tender kisses, and he focused his wandering hand on that bundle. It did not take him long to figure out how much pressure he needed to apply to it to get her mewling unintelligible encouragements. Her liquid heat pooled in his hand the more he paid attention to his rhythm.
“Dammit,” she hissed, and then grabbed his hair. Somehow the rough treatment on his scalp as she forced his mouth away from her neck sent a wave of pleasure down his spine. Her other hand pushed his taunting fingers away. “Will you stop teasing, and fock me already?”
He watched the way her face became bright red with her words. Still, her eyes hardened with determination, daring him to argue with her demands. Callum moved away so he could kick off his shoes and finish removing his pants and underwear. The elf caught on to what he was doing, and had turned with the intent of undoing the weave along the side of her boot. He was, naturally, done before her. Having to wait while she worked with her bum in the air was torture; he could not take it anymore!
He hurried to move around her until he was positioned behind her. His knees pinned her legs in place by putting all his weight on her half off clothing. She only had a moment to give him a questioning look over her shoulder before he grabbed her hips and he rammed his own forward. His cock had not been lined up, though, and thus he slide along her folds. The contact was still enough to send electricity through his system.
Giving up on her boots, the moonshadow elf instead moved to brace herself against the rug. He moved his pelvis back and forth creating beautiful friction. His cock quickly became covered in her juices making it easier for him to slide along her. He heard her give a frustrated growl. A four fingered hand suddenly captured his manhood in a vice like grip that stilled his movements. Impatiently, she lined up his cock to the right spot, and then pushed backwards instantly impaling herself on him. Her pleased gasp was drowned out by his loud groan.
This was really happening. His dick was being squeezed within the wet walls of an elven pussy... And It. Felt. Amazing! Never in his wildest dreams did he expect how wonderful it felt. Her core was mindbogglingly tight around him. Was this an elf thing, he wondered. It did not matter because his brain was urging him to go deeper.
In an attempt to not hurt her, he steadily push forward until he was within her to the hilt. Her wonderful ass being the perfect support as he lost himself in the feeling. Apparently he had paused for too long as she took the initiative in moving forward to extract him until the tip. It set off this sense in him like nothing he had ever felt before. With a possessive growl, he pulled her hips and forced her back onto his cock. Another of her mewl like moans rewarded his actions.
Of course, thrusting into her had also exhilarated his senses. He pulled back, and then charged again. All thoughts of being gentle disappeared. To be honest, he stopped thinking completely. It was as though something else had taken control of him and demanded his hips to snap into action. All he knew was the smell of sweat, and the musk of sex. All he could hear was the smack of skin on skin, and her half-pleas for more that he willingly gave to her. She proved her athleticism, though, by easily keeping pace with his rough love-making.
He could feel her quivering around him. Her cries were getting more desperate driving him wild that there was no longer any rhythm to his movements. All his focus was in how good he felt. He knew he was rushing towards his climax at the speed of a run away carriage. The air itself felt like it was charged with the same pressure shift that came before a storm. Except that pressure was also inside him.
“I-I'm al-most...” she squeaked out but then lost herself in another primal moan.
He tried to control his pace with her words. Though if asked, he would not be able to remember where he had heard it, but the phrase 'a gentleman always makes sure his lover is satisfied first' poked through the fog. For some reason that thought seemed to connect to another 'rule' regarding pulling out when he was going to come. It seemed like such an odd detail at the moment. Who would pull out during the peak of this amazing experience?
Dammit, he did not know how much more he could hold off. Granted, he was not sure if she had finished yet or not. He remembered how wild she had been when he had been touching that spot before. Logically, pleasing her two different ways should get her there twice as fast, right? He moved one hand to her front, and fiddled around for that fleshy bundle. Their moving bodies made finding it fairly difficult for his already dumbfounded mind. Then, by accident, his finger jammed against what he had been looking for. She subconsciously arched her back while she gave a pained hiss. He quickly apologized by flicking that spot the way she seemed to have enjoyed earlier. His efforts quickly received a much more pleased howl.
He thrust his cock with enough force that when her hips pushed forward, it was right into his waiting hand. He did this several more times, never letting up on stimulating her. With a hard shout, her body locked up. Her pussy clamped down and jerked his cock as though trying to encourage him over the edge. Her head dropped, and her arms shook with the effort to remain upright.
“I'm gonna...” was the only thing he could get out.
Her head snapped up as she gasp, and she tried to jerk away from him. But that only caused her already overly sensitive sweet spot to run along his digits. As she needed to catch her breath, he thrust in and out with abandon.
“Wait!”
Her cry came too late. In that exact moment, he pressed into her as far as he could go; almost shoving her to the floor. In a glorious, dizzying feeling, pleasure shot through his loins. His heart beat thumped like thunder in his ears, and, for a moment, he swore he saw lightning flash before his eyes. His balls clenched as wave after wave of cum spilled forth. If he had not felt the vibrations in his chest, he would not have recognize the loud, orgasmic shout as something that came from him.
After nearly a minute, his cock gave one last, weak spurt. A proud, giddy sense filled him when he realized that he had officially had sex. It had not been anything like he had ever expected. No wonder the guards talked about it whenever they thought no one else was listening. Wow... and then there was how hard he had come. He had never managed to release this much seed when masturbating.
His thoughts came to a instant, screaming halt.
Seed...
He pulled back, and looked wide eyed at his now flaccid dick. The combination of her juices and his caught the light of the room making his crime clearly visible for him to see.
He had just released his seed... His eyes moved from his parts, to her folds. Thick, white spunk had started to leak from her hole.
...And it had been into the womb of an enemy.
He saw her reach between her legs, and gather some of the mess onto her finger. Her hand trembled as she held it out for her to see. She made a chocking gasp that made it even harder for him to swallow the growing lump in his throat. As their situation came crashing down, she twisted in place, and he could see the pure shock and fear in her eyes mirroring his own. In less than a second, that look changed to one of pure rage.
Yep, he was going to die. Granted, there was worse ways to go than enjoying a quick romp with his soon-to-be killer before death.
“Callum,” Ezran's small whisper called out from behind a painting.
Aaand it just go worse...