Her breath hitched as he crowded her and moved her farther back until her ass found the counter. He placed his hands on either side, effectively capturing her. She had nowhere to go. "I'm not worried. Why should I be? You kept him from hurting me, so I know you won't turn around and do the same thing." She licked her lips. She felt the wetness on her panties and rubbed her legs together, enjoying the friction. The temptation to take him right then and there overwhelmed her. She inhaled his masculine scent and almost melted into him, but stopped herself at the last moment.
"No, I won't hit you, but there are plenty of things running through my mind to appease the whip of your tongue. I should see to it that you are punished for your brazen words." He leaned in, his lips hovering above hers. Her breath quickened and she waited for those lips to devour her. "I could lick you until your mouth only said my name. I could let my cock loose upon you and have my way. I know you'd allow it. I can smell your desire, Elfess."
Her panties soaked, a tightness wound its way around her core, and she desperately wanted him to punish her. Where had he learned how to get that kind of reaction from a woman? He intoxicated her. Better than alcohol and a great deal more potent.
He stepped back and let her go. "But it wouldn't do much good since a harlot isn't my type. I prefer the kind of lady who sticks to one man, not many."
Her mouth dropped. He did not just call her a slut. She didn't even know what to say. So many eyes were watching. He'd basically fucked her with words and left her hanging, then insulted her. She'd been with one man in her life, but why should she tell him that? Let him think her beneath him. Anger quickly crawled through her desire. Clover saw him as a challenge. She'd seduce him, make sure he wanted her, no matter how many times she had to come back. At least her desire would please Malik. She advanced on him. "You're right, savior. I eat elves like you alive, devour them between my lips, suck out their souls, swallow their juices, and spit out their hearts." A sultry laugh escaped her lips. Her hands shook, the confidence an act. She wanted to scream at him, call him a liar, and defend herself, but revenge tasted sweeter.
Clover crowded him right back. This time, she walked him against a wall. "And you want me all the same." She leaned in. Her pussy pulsed at being so close to him. The tight muscles against his shirt drew her gaze, and his cock hardened as her hand slipped down his trousers. It took work to resist the urge to groan and show him how much he affected her. She'd do to him exactly what he thought she would. If he intended to accuse her of it, she might as well prove him right. Clover let a gasp escape her mouth just above his. Reed's lips parted, and she took the opportunity to slip her tongue between them and slowly coax his tongue to play. He tasted of mint and smelled of a spring rain, clean and fresh. She would eat him alive.
Her panties were so wet, her juices flowed down her thigh. She'd never realized how hot it would feel to challenge a man. The familiar tingle of the nether came over her in a slow sweep. She smiled, pulling her mouth away. His eyes were wide. After dropping down to one knee, she undid his pants, and pulled out his hard-on. He was gorgeous, long, thick, and hard for her. The nether beckoned but Clover wanted to make sure she left an impression. She slipped the tip of his prick between her lips, gave his cock a squeeze to remember her by, and felt herself pulled into the nether, disappearing from the onlookers, the bar, and Reed. She wouldn't be the one standing there for the fallout. A laugh escaped her as she drifted, leaving him standing there with the feel of her wet lips still on him as she vanished.
Breaking a goblin's curse is more difficult than Clover thought. Especially when love and nightshade are crucial ingredients.For two years, Clover has been at a goblin's beck and call. Two years of no orgasms. Until she heard a rumor the sage witch could help her break the goblin's curse. There's only a few minor details, like how would she find love on short notice and how deadly are nightshade berries?
Reed's life was simple—own a bar, walk to work, fight a little. He didn't expect to tangle with a wanton elfess who disappeared on him not once but twice. Let alone save her from a depraved goblin. He'd sworn off women like her for good, so why did he feel the need to protect her? Buy: Breathless Press Find out more about me and my books by signing up for my newsletter You can also find me on facebook- send me a friend request. Decadent Kane on Facebook