Cristina Rayne

One look at the stranger staring back re-convinced me that I had to be dreaming. It was me, but at the same time completely not me.

My new elf husband wasted no time in carrying me to the bed, then tumbling us both onto the coverlet.

My face was burning so hotly that I imagined flames were consuming my cheeks. Yet, somehow I managed a shaky smile and a murmured, __e were interrupted_ His enormous cock slid into my slick passage once again, stretching my delicate tissues to the brink of what I could comfortably handle,

Then before I knew it, his considerable girth was inside me, stretching my virgin passage almost to the point of tearing, and he was thrusting into me as if he were trying to drive me completely through the mattress to the floor beneath.

Sethian began, sounding thoughtful. __s I said, last night was more than a night of pleasure. When I brought you into my bed, you became my wife.

What did that mean,_ I asked softly.He didn__ pretend to misunderstand. ____ not certain,_ Sethian admitted, his eyes staring intently at my own. __t could be nothing; or everything._ Slowly he withdrew from me and rolled over to his side, pulling me into a tight embrace as if reluctant to have me even an inch away from him. As I lay silently in his arms, a maelstrom of emotions swept through me. Curiosity, puzzlement, excitement, worry, fear; and I realized they were not my own. Confusion and anxiety were the only emotions I felt in any large quantity. Those other emotions seemed almost alien, except that they left the feel of Sethian in their wake. I glanced at Sethian and found him looking down at me. It was apparent that he had been staring down at me for some time. __hy are you afraid,_ I asked on a whim.

It__ your choice now,_ he whispered in my ear, making the hairs at the back of my neck stand on end. __ will bed you. That is not the choice, but whether or not you wish to experience my touch or to be oblivious. It__ in my power to grant you either.

For what felt like hours, we sucked on each other__ tongues while his hands seemed determined to search out and skillfully caress every spot on my body within reach that made me shudder and moan, his rock-hard erection equally determined to stimulate me into a frenzy as he sensually rubbed himself almost teasingly against my pelvis. Then before I knew it, his considerable girth was inside me,

Sethian grabbed my trembling hips in a bruising hold and began to thrust up into me almost violently, capturing my lips again in an equally bruising kiss.

His enormous cock slid into my slick passage once again, stretching my delicate tissues to the brink of what I could comfortably handle, and my feelings of excitement and arousal exploded exponentially. I moved to wrap my legs around him, but before I could, he dug his arms beneath my back and lifted us both up until he was sitting back onto his haunches and I was straddling him across his lap, his cock reaching even deeper into me so that I felt that it was almost splitting me in two.

It could have been a second, an hour, a year, a hundred millennia; all were correct. The first thing I saw when my wits returned was the utter shock in Sethian__ eyes. It had been my thought that the experience was the elf__ doing. His expression was telling me I couldn__ have been more wrong.

I seemed to leave my body momentarily, and another presence filled me__ethian__very bit of emptiness within my soul had become saturated with his essence. No__onded. Joined, connected__ur souls had somehow become one.

I gritted my teeth and suffered my agony in silence. I did it for a sense of control, even though I knew that screaming was a release that would help ease a little of my pain.

That was what finally decided me. I wanted to be near him, to touch him, but what I really wanted more than that was answers, for the conflict within me to end. I needed control.