“What I want, elfess. Lie back and take it like a woman.”
Her body uncoiled and relaxed. He didn’t disappoint. Lips slid over her sensitive nub, and his tongue gently stroked her. His lapping had her back on the verge of coming. His hands reached up, twisting both her nipples at the same time. She screamed out his name as he sucked her clit between his beautiful lips, and she crashed into another orgasm.
Before her body could recover, he slid himself up, and his cock plunged inside her, stretching her in the most delicious of ways. She rocked into him urging him deeper, until he filled her completely. She loved how every solid inch of him felt inside her, hard, throbbing, and waiting for a release.
“I love the way you feel around my cock. So hot. So warm. So tight.”
Cayenne wrapped her legs around his waist and he rode her, pounding into her faster and faster, until she felt the swell of his cock.
“I’m coming...” Thorn thrust so far in, she thought her hips might split, and he pulled another orgasm from her as his seed spilled inside.
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The sun broke through the leaf curtains and awoke Cayenne. It was early, and a bite remained in the air. Thorn lay snoring beside her, both of them still naked from last night’s adventures. She moistened at the thought of the pleasure this elf could bring. She’d be sure to seek him out next time she found herself in town. Cayenne dressed and snuck out the door, not wanting to wake him. Time to get her job done, so she had money to take back to her sister.
When Cayenne first started working as a bounty hunter, her sister had a conniption fit about it. Lily had always been adamant about Cayenne’s safety even though Cayenne was the eldest. Cayenne chalked it up to the fact that their parents had died, and she suspected Lily was scared of losing her too. Lily wasn’t wrong to be scared. Bounty hunting came with a certain level of danger.
Most of the time, Cayenne sought low lives who skipped out on paying bills. She rarely came across a big reward like the malevolent fairy. The bounty was too much dough to pass up, and Mother Earth knew they could use it. By the time she made it back to Lily, there would be hell to pay; Cayenne hadn’t told her about it this time. Though she didn’t anticipate it taking long, either. Couple of days, max. She was good at what she did. How hard could it be, to catch a little fairy?
Cayenne had made sure she knew what she was doing to lessen the chance of her family losing any more than what they already had. She’d sought out the best bounty hunter she knew, Drake her ex-boyfriend, and requested to tag along until she knew what to do and when to do it. They hadn’t ended on bad terms. He needed to go out on an extended bounty hunt, tracking some rogue elves and pirates, and he didn’t even know if he’d come back. Their friendship stayed true when he finally did make it home.
Of course, in the process of his teaching, Cayenne caught on quicker than dragonfly wings to the ins and outs of bounty hunting. The main rule: never let the bounty get away.
Cayenne willed herself to blink to the market. The best way to catch a fairy–honey. Few elves rummaged about this early, and she crossed her fingers the market would be up and running. It was a little strip just off a pond between two wild oak trees. Cayenne walked out of the blink and headed for the first stall she saw open.
An elf who looked like he’d spent too much time in the sun and not enough taking care of his skin put fruits out on the counter of his stall. He had dragon fruit, melons, and even pomegranates from the human realm. They all looked delicious with their deep reds and greens. Her mouth watered, but she wasn’t there to eat. She had a task to take care of, and as soon as she accomplished it, she could be home with Lily.
“Excuse me. Who sells honey?” Cayenne smiled.
The elf pointed to the left continued on with his work. They didn’t seem very friendly this early in the morning. She stepped tentatively to the next stall. But no one seemed to be there. She searched for a sign of what kind of goods it sold, but found little to tell her. She continued walked, passing by wood stalls both left and right, seeking out the one with the honey. After what seemed like all morning, she finally came across a promising one. Hand painted drawings decorated the front of the stall. A little bee by a flower, a bear swatting at the bee. They looked cute. She tapped lightly on the wood, hoping someone would come out from around back. It would be a boring wait if she had to stick around for the store to open sometime within the next hour.
“Can I help you miss?” A deep voice asked from behind her.
She turned. “Hawthorn?”
“At your service.” He bowed. He wore a tan shirt that strained against his muscular chest, and olive green pants. She inhaled his minty scent and swallowed a sigh of contentment. Last night invaded her senses, and she pictured his chest shirtless.
Cayenne shook her head and smiled. “You own this stall?”
“Not really, I’m just manning it for a friend today.”
How convenient. “I need some honey.”
“Well I think I have just what you seek, elfess. Please, right this way.” He gestured for her to come around the back of the stall. She laughed.
“You sound so formal.”
“This is business, not pleasure.” He flashed her a grin, and a gleam shown in his eye.
Hawthorn undid the back of the little shop and pulled out a jar of honey. “Ten coppers, please.”
Her mouth dropped. That was elfing expensive. “When did honey become such a rare commodity to charge an outrageous price?”
“I don’t make the rules. I make sure they don’t get broken.”
Cayenne narrowed her eyes and pulled the coppers from her pocket. He held out his hand, and she dropped them. “Thank you. I hope you come back and see us again soon.” He handed her the jar with a satisfied smirk.
“If I do, it won’t be for the honey.” Hawthorn let out a deep laugh. She sent him a glare and then willed herself just outside of the city.
She opened the jar and stuck her entire hand inside the sticky sweet substance. She needed to smear it all over where she wanted the fairy to be and then sit back and wait. They could sniff this stuff out better than a human hound. It was a wonder elves didn’t try to train fairies like humans trained dogs. She slipped her honey-covered hand along the trees, grass, leaves, and bushes, anything within reach beside the actual dirt. Then she set the jar in the middle of the area.
Cayenne tiptoed her way to a bush-like hiding hole and sat back, ready for the day to pass. She didn’t anticipate the fairy showing up within seconds. If it had the Malevolent like the sign said, it would be paranoid and dangerous. Besides, in her rush to get out of the market, she forgot to find something to trap the mischievous little monster in. Idiot hormones. Males, always getting in the way. At least he’d been an elfalicious one.
She definitely didn’t plan on holding the fairy, not even just to blink. Those things bit when the disease had them, and then she’d have to see the doc for a rabies shots, and a bee stinger didn’t feel good. In the human realm, they had needles, smooth and easy going in and coming out. Elven doctors used bee stingers to administer shots—Cayenne shivered—which generally caught as they pulled out and stung like hell.
She nestled into the brush, picking up twigs and long weeds to start making a shifting cage for her fare. She hadn’t seen a fairy up close before, but she didn’t expect it to be much bigger than her palm. A few twigs and weeds thrown together should work enough to keep it contained until she reached the drop-off zone. She hoped the honey would slow it down some, or this could get ugly real elfing quick. She tied a weed around the ends of the first two twigs making an L shape. Then continued until she had an open box. It didn’t have a lid yet, but she would be able to drop it over a fairy no problem. She hoped.
Decadent Kane, author of the trouble with elves series, writes paranormal romance with heat. She lives in Wyoming with a full house: 3 dogs, 1 cat, 1 guinea pig, 1 rat, 2 kids, and 1 fiance.
An elfess in human form, Decadent enjoys dippin
g her fingers into the human realm where she took pen to paper and began the tales of the trouble with elves. Her obsessions include reading, Dean Winchester, and honey.
She will devour your soul with glimpses of the feral ridden drow elves, with their dark skin and soul consuming. She’ll sneak morsels of naughty thoughts to you via goblins, and seduce you into stepping inside the elven realm where females disappear when lust takes over among other elfish troubles.
Beware the sprites.
Follow the wisps.
But never look a drow elf king in the eyes...
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