Dark Sculptor: Dark Sculptor Novel 01

by D. R. Rosier

  I stepped back to strip off my shirt, and kick the breeches off my feet.

  She was more beautiful and sexier than I’d imagined. Her skin flawless, her B cups pert and rounded, with large and strained light pink nipples, and slightly darker but still light pink areolas. Her petite curves and waist drew my eyes, as did the sexy flare of her hips, and the beautiful hairless mound between her legs. Her small mound was exquisite, and the soft pink of her folds made my mouth water. She was beyond sexy, and I still hadn’t fully processed the fact she was mine yet.

  My eyes rose back the exotic beauty of her elven face, one that never failed to fill me with awe at her delicate beauty. Bowed full lips, petite nose, high cheekbones on a thin face, exquisitely pointed ears, long gracefully curved neck, gorgeous silver white hair, and dark blue eyes filled with love and lust.

  Her breath was labored too, as she took my naked body in with wandering eyes, and I couldn’t help the smug prideful shot to my ego when her eyes widened slightly with lustful alarm, as she took in the size of me.

  My cock twitched, as I stepped forward and pulled her against me, the feeling of her silken and supple naked body against mine was setting off the nerves all over my body as I bent my head and passionately kissed her lips.

  She ground up against me wantonly, as she sighed in breathy pleasure between my lips.

  “Take me James, I need it, and I can’t wait anymore to be yours.”

  The fact she was stroking my cock and setting off waves of pleasure in my body while she said that, made it that much hotter and I couldn’t deny her. I wanted to taste her sweet pink nipples, and then devour the folds of her core as she trembled on my tongue in ecstasy, but that would have to wait. The urgency I felt to claim her was unreal, after several days of unquenched sexual tension, and then my sadness when I thought I’d lose her forever. I was inundated with a storm of pleasure and emotions I couldn’t control. I had to have her now, and the fact she felt the same and had to be taken, just made the moment feel even more urgent.

  I kissed her harder and got lost in her touch as I ran my hands down her silken hair to the small of her back, then down further. I squeezed firmly and lifted her up by her ass cheeks.

  She cocked her hips as she wrapped her legs around my middle, and then ground her wet hot center along the length of my cock, which was pinned against my stomach. Her sweet gasp of pleasure and excitement along with the pleasure almost undid me in that moment. The feel of her along my sensitive sides, and then when her silken folds hugged and caressed the side of my sensitive tip with wet silken friction was almost too much in my emotional state.

  I managed to hang on though, and strengthened my will as I walked down the aisle of the stock room. I’d noticed there was a small pile of four replacement mattresses toward the back. When I reached it, I gently leaned forward to lay her on it, and got up on my knees between her legs.

  “You are so beautiful Saria,” I said in a strained voice.

  She arched her back in reply, offering herself to me in a wanton and desperate fashion. The look in her eyes was so intense, and I imagined it mirrored the look in mine. I leaned down and devoured her lips with a kiss, and then nipped and sucked on her generous bottom lip. She tasted so damned good, and I could feel the needy moist heat radiating from her core against the tip of my cock.

  I pushed forward as I kissed her, and my cock slipped and slid along and between her labia. She was so fucking tight.

  I gasped into her mouth, as she reached down and grabbed my cock, and guided it, held it firmly, while I pushed into her as gently as I could, but it still took far more force than I was expecting, even with her pussy soaked, puffy, and ready with silken lubricant.

  She gasped in pain and pleasure, as I slid my tip into the tight, wet, and hot paradise of her sexy petite body.

  Fuck.

  “Are you a virgin?”

  She nodded, “But not intact.”

  That didn’t seem to matter, she was ridiculously tight.

  “Take me,” she said in a voice filled with hungry demand, desire, and love. That’s how I interpreted her soft sweet voice anyway. I was still learning.

  Then as if following the order herself, she wrapped her legs around me and pushed her heels into my ass hard, as she impaled herself up against me firmly.

  She gasped, and her eyes widened in mix of pleasure and pain.

  I’d only gotten in one more inch, six to go.

  I started to rock my body and work her open. I should have loosened her with my fingers first, but we were both too caught up in the lust and need to even consider backtracking. My cock slowly but surely sunk fully into her tight slick heat.

  She convulsed around me, and her sex fully conformed to all the ridges and veins in my cock. The pleasure was mind-boggling, and looking down at her exotically beautiful face and stunning dark blue eyes filled with need and desire, only made it more intense. The scent of her arousal drove me insane.

  She was mine.

  “Mine.”

  She smiled, and then sighed in pleasure as her pussy became accustomed to my size and shape.

  “Yours,” she said in agreement, “now claim me, and fill me,” she added as she ground up against me with breathless eagerness and need.

  The pain had cleared from her face, and as I started to slowly rock my body, I saw her pleasure rise in its place. She rocked her hips and arched her back to meet my every stroke, and it wasn’t long before we increased the speed, ferocity, and length of our strokes to an animalistic level.

  I was lost in her intense eyes as I pounded into her tight sexy body with everything I had. A stray thought came out, of Regina telling me elves were tough, and probably liked it rough. Maybe she was right, and I did know for sure Saria’s delicate beauty was a lie, she was stronger, faster, and more durable than I was.

  Point was, I didn’t want to hold back, and I didn’t need to hold back, as I ravished her with long hard strokes and claimed her as mine. The pleasure was unreal, she was slick, wet, and my cock slid easily now as we built up a powerful rhythm, but she was still so tight that the silken wet friction milked me hard on each backstroke.

  It was a miracle I hadn’t lost myself to the pleasure yet. I held on with a will, determined to make her cum first, even as I pounded into her with wild abandon. Nice guys finished last after all.

  The sweet sounds of pleasure, breathy sighs, and sharp gasps that fell from her lips drove me to greater efforts, and I was sweating hard even as the pleasure started to overwhelm my body and mind.

  Fuck, I wasn’t going to make it.

  “Cum for me,” I demanded in a harsh voice.

  Her eyes widened, and her body trembled. She screamed my name, as she exploded into blissful ecstasy and came undone beneath me.

  I was already seconds away from a finish, and the beauty and passionate abandon of her orgasm pushed me over the edge, as her sex convulsed around me like a vice of pleasure. The fact she’d obeyed my order to cum kind of gave me a push as well, not that I’d needed it.

  I pumped into her twice more as hard as I could, and then buried myself deeply as my legs went numb and I was launched into rapturous euphoria. I gasped as the pleasure exploded and overwhelmed my body and mind. All there was in that moment was the look in her eyes, the alluring scent of her liquid pleasure, and the feeling of pulsing my seed into her still convulsing heaven.

  The uncontrolled heat and lust between us was quenched, still present but under control, as we came down together. I kissed her softly and lingeringly, and her body melted against me and conformed to mine with a soft sigh of decadent pleasure from her lips. With our more self-indulgent emotions under control, I felt an overwhelming love and adoration for the woman in my arms.

  I slid out and off of her, and pulled her against me to claim another kiss.

  “I love you Saria.”

  She smiled, “I know you do, and I love you James. I’m sorry I made you suffer, and wait. I’ve known I’ve loved you s
ince you saved my life the second time.”

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  I smiled, and raised an eyebrow, “You mean when you lectured me sternly in the forest, for not abandoning you?”

  She nodded, “The idea of you getting killed, and the pain I felt in that moment of helplessness at being unable to come to your aid, made it clear exactly how I felt about you. I wasn’t thinking of the vow I’d given you at all.”

  “I understand, your giving up your home for…” I trailed off as she shut me up with a kiss.

  When she broke it, her voice was soft.

  “I will miss my family, and the forest, but that isn’t what was holding me back. We’re close enough, I am sure my brothers, and my sister once she recovers will visit me. I can also enjoy the forest here, by the border, almost as well. Only my parents will be hard pressed to visit.”

  I nodded, “So why then?”

  She bit her lip, and looked into my eyes. She seemed different, less controlled, perhaps elves were less controlled with their lovers. I had a lifetime to try and figure her out, and I was sure I’d mostly fail, but I’d figure out a few things.

  “Ambition, my competitive spirit, and foolishness. It wasn’t until my sister almost killed you, that I truly realized what I’d be losing if I walked away.”

  “Ambition?”

  She took a deep breath, “I’m the baby of the family, fourth child. My sister is a hundred years older than me, heir, and a very powerful mage. Most mages can’t throw magic with a single barked word like my sister did, the only mage I know that’s better is Karana. My brothers, twins, are eighty-five years older than me, and both accomplished warriors and leaders.

  “I lived in the shadows of their successes since the moment I was born. I worked hard the last two hundred years to step out of their shadows and create my own. You might even say I was obsessed with it, and in a large measure I succeeded. There are few in the forest who could take me in a fight one on one, and to be given a command a team of elven scouts in enemy territory at the young age of two hundred is almost unheard of. But, I earned it.

  “This,” she waved a hand, “What we’ve just accomplished and will accomplish, would get me the position of Warleader, over my own brothers who are also in the running. I’d have been the youngest one in the history of my people. Call it ambition, sibling rivalry, pride, or whatever you’d like, but I could taste the victory of it. I wouldn’t have just stepped out of their shadows, I’d have eclipsed their accomplishments. Being Warleader isn’t something I can do now, I’m yours James Cook, and will never leave your side. I’m sorry it took me so long to figure out where I belonged, where I’d be both fulfilled and joyful about life. Going home would have been satisfying, but ultimately empty without you to share it with.”

  I kissed her softly and enjoyed the breathy contented sounds of joy and pleasure she made as she melted against me.

  I nuzzled her neck, and tasted her fair skin with light brushing kisses, and teasing touches of my tongue that made her squirm and grind her body against me, and gasp breathily in my ear.

  “Why me?”

  She was breathless as she moved back to look into my eyes.

  “The warriors in my command, all of them really, are intimidated by me. They respect me, and fear me, but I’d never have submitted to a man that couldn’t take me in battle. It’s why I’d never found a mate the last forty some odd years, when I came of age.”

  I frowned, “I can’t take you in battle.”

  She laughed, which was a shockingly joyous and musical sound, and it was the first time I’d ever heard it.

  She said, “No, you’d be more of a danger to yourself than anyone else with a blade in your hand. You’re a gentle man, who loathes to take life, and without your magic you wouldn’t even be a challenge to our young children.”

  I tried not to let that description bother me or damage my ego too much, it was very accurate, if a bit exaggerated.

  She smirked, “Despite that, you braved the soldiers of the king, to save a woman of a different race from rape, and you refused to abandon me when I was paralyzed on the ground. You won my heart where a weaker warrior never could, because you aren’t a warrior at all. You won me with your bravery, your peaceful heart, and your ambition to save everyone from evil, not just humans, or just your family.

  “I love the way you look at me, not only with desire but with awe, and how you don’t fear me and didn’t let me drive you away in your quest to learn about me and my people. For those and many other reasons, you laid claim to my heart, and it belongs to you in this life.

  “I will be proud, and joyous, to protect our family at your side.”

  I felt humbled by how my fierce warrior saw me.

  I whispered, “I love you Saria,” as I ran my hands along her body. I squeezed her ass and pulled her against me, and teasingly tweaked her pink nipple with a thumb on my other hand.

  She gasped, “We should get back, it’ll be dawn soon.”

  That was true, she was in command of all the elves here, at least until a response comes back from her mother and father, and had to participate in claiming the rest of the city.

  We’d also claim the keep, myself, her, and Regina, along with Karana and some warriors.

  The days ahead would be uncertain, the free humans out there in the city weren’t exactly the cream of humanity. Hopefully we’d get all that settled before the king sent a punitive expedition to his eastern border, to reclaim the city.

  But… I wasn’t ready to let her go yet, we’d fucked like animals when I’d claimed her, and she’d wantonly given herself to me, but now I needed to love her.

  I kissed her, and then trailed kisses down her neck, and onto her body. My mouth watered the closer I got to her bright light pink nipples, I couldn’t wait to taste them, and she wasn’t protesting in the least either. Her body vibrated in desire.

  The city could wait…

  Afterword:

  I hope you enjoyed the story. This was the first book in the dark sculptor series. I expect the series will be three or possibly four books. The main storyline is plotted out, but it’s still kind of a work in progress in my mind.

  If you can, please take the time to leave a review on Amazon and/or Goodreads.

  About the Author: If you have any comments or suggestions you can send me an email at magicwrtr@gmail.com. I started out posting short stories online and at readers’ requests started to publish them. If you like my work, or even if you don’t, please consider leaving a review of this book.

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  Cytherean Chronicles – Book one is Flame of Cytherea.

  This two book series follows the chosen champion of a goddess, brought to her world and healed after he was mortally wounded on Earth. At first Justin is a little lost, not knowing anything about the world he finds himself in or even why he is there.

  Ashley’s Tale – This two book series follows the tale of a woman with unique p
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  Ashley’s Daughters – This three book trilogy is about Ashley’s three daughters. It’s about a new world of dragons, and a second new world of human mages and all the fallout involved. Of course, it’s also about them finding love, and their place in the worlds. It starts about twenty-eight years after the end of Ashley’s tale.

  Sentient – This is the standalone book following an artificial intelligence from an advanced race, a man who comes back from war a little broken, along with diverse others as the Earth itself is put into danger as they are dragged into an interstellar war against their will.

  Sentient: Evolution – This is a sequel to the stand alone book Sentient. It takes place a thousand years later, when Aide finds herself alone and broken, yet still following her programming. Others join her as a new menace approaches, one that makes the Sthellan look like a great neighbor in comparison.

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