A Deal With The Elf King Spicy Novels & Stories

“No Rowan. No shadows. Just us.” From the crowd, Magnus clapped his hands together loudly. “Now, now! Don’t forget the games for the adults too,” he boomed. He was holding a tray of spiced meat skewers, clearly trying to wrangle his own children at the same time. “Whoever catches the golden scarf wins!” The pack laughed, some rolling their eyes, but everyone joined anyway. Even the elders, who usually sat back in judgment, were now nodding along, smiling, clapping, and occasionally teasing the young warriors as they stumbled over each other.

But it was also offering her a lifeline, however dangerous. She placed her hand in his, ignoring the electric jolt that shot up her arm at the contact. "Deal." Later, as she signed the contract, Maya couldn't shake the feeling that she'd just made a deal with the devil himself. A devastatingly handsome devil with an Italian accent and eyes that seemed to see right through her carefully constructed defenses. What she didn't notice was the way Luca watched her sign, a flicker of something beyond professional interest crossing his face—something that made Sophia raise an eyebrow in silent warning.

Going over to the table, I open the folder. Several glossy pictures spill out. Both sexes are dressed up, drinking champagne, shaking hands, and laughing like old friends. Predators posing as people. I look up at Ludwig, who observes me with the detached coolness of a man who is betting on my longevity. He declares, "These are my enemies," "Tonight, they meet." I scowl. "Meet for what?" He gives a gentle, soothing smile. "Work. Offers. Betrayals. Everything that is customary.

After a long journey, we reached the Elvin Kingdom and I was always fascinated by the architecture, it was peaceful and the Elves were nice and minded their own business. We were fed and sent to separate rooms for the night, I loved the food and the way the Kings lived, I wanted to be around the Elite and work my way to riches and beautiful women. My mind drifted back to Lady Kaitlyn and she always left me with the biggest hard-on imaginable. I wanted her and I will have her, I closed my eyes took my cock out, and started to stroke it thinking that it was Kaitlyn's mouth around it. I moaned and started jerking off, I thought of her breasts and hips, her beautiful eyes and I felt my release a

Shimmery white robes and pointy nose and ears. “Your Majesty.” I saw all the ladies vow to him, Romeo vowed as well, and I realized that this almost 30-year-old-looking guy was the Elf King Aelfraed. I vowed, as well, to try to cover up my indiscretion. “Your Majesty.” Romeo greets and extends his hand towards the king.

They seemed to be very influential. “You're scowling. People will talk.” I heard Richard say, still maintaining his deadpan look. I ignored him and kept looking forward. “The elf king and princess Nyx have arrived.” The process repeated itself, with their servant announcing the lavish gifts. Unlike the others, Richard seemed genuinely happy to see the elf king. I heard he was one of the few honest rulers in the current world. The princess was shy, and couldn't meet Richard’s eyes, even when he praised her for growing up into a beauty.

“Could you deal me in?” “Why should we, human?” the shiny one grunts disdainfully. Holding up my heavy sack of gold, I place it on the table. “Because I asked nicely.” The elf lord rolls his eyes at me but deals me in any way. Three beers and several hours later, most of their gold is on my side of the table, including many of the fae lord’s rings. “Nice doing business with you, gentleman, but if you don’t mind I need to…”

I’ve been so damn selfish, so wrong. Stunned faces stare at me, but the elf rolls up his sleeves and acts unphased. “Even after all that, I could take you,” he says, grinning and showing off his jagged fangs. With that, Godfrey bursts out into a fit of giggles. The sound is abhorrent and I nearly wish myself deaf. “I do love a show old friend but not now,” Godfrey finally says. The fairy waves him off. “Pen, unblock my scent so he really comes at me. Let’s see what he’s got,” the elf says, daring me.

He seems to notice my uneasiness and silence and it's making him anxious. "Please don't mind earlier talk." He gulps a little. I nod my head and smile reassuringly at him. "I'm okay. But what I want to know is if you…" I trail off, realizing the touchy subject that's being brought up again. I gulp and shake my head. "Never mind " "No, I know." Cesar rips into caribou meat with his teeth. "You shouldn't worry. It's just another injury. I am King Eliza. A king without Mark is a joke to us." Then he laughs darkly.

Damon fought that contact for a while, but as the hand around my neck relaxed and went on to rest against my breast, he gave in, and soon, he was pulling my gown up, exposing my skin. “You want to be fucked right here?” he asked with a ragged breath as he pulled my hair, breaking our kiss. His pull was not as gentle as I thought it would be, but I have enraged him, what do I expect? “Yes,” I replied to him, my voice a whisper. “Then, make a deal with me.” Our eye contact didn’t fail once, and neither did his hold on my hair. “What deal?” Damon is quite brazen, I have to admit. Nobody talks get to talk to me the way he carelessly does. Neither do people decide to talk about forming pacts. I a