I Destroyed the Elf Prince’s Harem Read Online Jocelynn Drake

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, Funny, M-M Romance, Paranormal Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 119158 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 596(@200wpm)___ 477(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
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Nylian added another finger, and I winced at the brief pain but continued to urge him on. I didn’t know whether the pain wasn’t as bad as I’d expected because I was so horny or because of the lube, but I needed more. This felt like a wicked tease, as if I were getting a lick of icing while Nylian was holding the whole damn chocolate cake inches out of my reach.

“Nylian,” I moaned. “I can’t take this. You got to fuck me before I lose my mind.”

The elf bent low, pressing a series of open mouth wet kisses on my thigh, sending chills through my entire body. He paused as he reached my hip bone and licked across the head of my leaking dick, causing my eyes to roll into my head as curses tumbled off my tongue.

“Anything for you,” he murmured.

Nylian removed his fingers from my ass and added some of the slick salve to his dick. The thick head brushed my hole, and I forced myself to release the air from my lungs, refusing to let fear strangle me.

He pushed forward, stretching my ass even more. My brain instantly overloaded. Burn, stretch, slick slide, and breath-stealing fullness destroyed my ability to think. I could only feel, and it was amazing.

The first thing that made sense was the tender brush of Nylian’s lips against mine.

“Just relax,” he whispered. “You’re doing so well, my precious one. Your body was made for me. Every thrust feels like you’re pulling me deeper.”

“Yes. More.” Those two words came out as a thin whimper. I lifted my hips with his next slow thrust, nearly taking all of him. For a second, it was too much, but then he was withdrawing and I immediately missed him. I needed everything.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and dug my heels into the mattress, meeting him for each thrust until the room was now filled with the sweaty slap of skin and the wooden bang of the headboard against the wall. In the candlelight, sweat glistened on Nylian’s brow and dampened the hair at his temples. His eyes were black pools of need, swallowing me whole and I loved it, loved everything about his moment.

“Grab your cock,” Nylian ordered through clenched teeth. “Want to watch you come. Need to feel it.”

Even as he spoke, I could feel his dick growing thicker, edging closer to his orgasm. God, I was so fucking full. This feeling was so perfect. It was almost enough to send me over the edge, but not quite.

Leaving my left hand on Nylian’s neck, I grabbed my dick with my right. Between the sweat and pre-cum, I had no problem stroking myself. Every muscle tensed and my breath caught as those first sparks gathered at the base of my spine. I wanted to fight it, stop the rush. This couldn’t be over. I wanted it to go on forever.

But it was too late. Nylian sped up, fucking me so hard I could see stars. The world exploded in a white ball wrapped in electric ecstasy. The feeling stretched on and on as Nylian continued to move in and out of my body at a frantic pace until he finally threw back his head and shouted my name at the top of his lungs.

He collapsed on top of me, smearing my cum into both our stomachs and chests, skin slick with sweat. I wrapped my arms about his waist and smiled against his shoulder. “I love when you say my name.”

Nylian wheezed, and it took me a second to realize he was laughing and not simply gasping for air. “I love when I say your name, too.”

I didn’t ask why he only used my given name when we were alone and usually in the throes of passion. The truth was that it had grown on me. I liked my name falling from his lips in these secret moments, and only we could hear it. My name was linked with a moment of pure joy, and I wouldn’t change it for anything.

After a few tender kisses, I climbed out of bed, pulled on my boots, and crunched through the mess to get a damp cloth. The water was tepid, but it did the job to clean up our mess. We’d worry about arranging baths tomorrow.

By the time I finished cleaning Nylian off, the elf was asleep. It wasn’t that late in the evening, but the trek to Blackscar had been long and exhausting. Not to mention, Nylian had suffered through an emotional roller coaster. We could all use some sleep.

I extinguished the candles, kicked off my boots, and settled under the blankets with my elf. Lying on my side, I stared at his face as it slowly came into focus as my eyes adjusted to the darkness. I marveled at those graceful eyebrows, his high cheekbones, soft lips, and sharp chin. He was elegance and beauty in sleep, sex and snark when he was awake.


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