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Authors: Cristina Rayne
Claimed by the Elven King: Part One
CLAIMED BY THE ELVEN KING
PART ONE
CRISTINA RAYNE
The characters and events
portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living
or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
Copyright © 2014 Cristina
Rayne
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To my family for all
their support
It was the middle of the night when they came for me. Even now I can’t
be sure of the time, whether they waited for me to have been asleep long enough
to ensure that I would be super confused if accidentally awakened, or if they
had waited until after midnight when my roommate usually headed out for her
graveyard shift at the hospital. I can’t even be sure if all the fantastical
things I experienced afterwards really happened or was the mother of all
delusions that is still ongoing. A small part of me has never been able to let
go of that small fear. All I know is that it sure felt damned real to me that
night.
Being a light sleeper, I immediately awakened, at first not certain
why. I felt them that night. I know that now, but back then it was like I had
awakened straight into a nightmare. I didn’t even have time to blink the sleep
from my eyes before the shadows of my room seemed to come alive, forming into
human-like shapes and surrounding me as silently and ethereally as fog
approaching a coastline.
Before I could make a sound, I felt the shock of several cold hands on
me, lifting me from my bed, and it was suddenly like the chill of their touch
entered my body in an abrupt, shocking burst that washed completely through me,
making my lungs seize painfully and leaving me unable to breathe for a few
terrifying seconds. As I gasped frantically for air, the little sight I still
possessed in the darkness abruptly winked out until all I could see was a
blackness so absolute it was as if I had suddenly gone blind.
What was happening to me? Yet, for some reason, it never occurred to me
to scream. Maybe it happened too quickly; maybe I was in shock or thought that
I was still dreaming. I didn’t even struggle.
I could feel their hands binding my arms like living manacles, others
holding my legs like I was a log to be carried away between them. Then there
was a sensation of traveling very rapidly, of wind blowing in my face like I
had just stuck my head out the window of a car going seventy down the
interstate, though I could almost swear none of us had actually moved. I still
couldn’t see, and at that moment, that was more terrifying than the realization
that I was being abducted.
Then the wind abruptly ceased, and it was over. Just like that, between
one breath and another.
The shock of feeling something solid, smooth, and cold on my bare feet
was akin to being doused with ice water. I had been set down on my feet, it
seems, and had the shadow hands not have still had a firm grip on my arms, I
would have surely collapsed.
Only then did I find my voice, but all I could manage to ask was,
“What?”
I still can’t believe that I had been so brainless at such a crucial
point, but I guess I’m as human as the next person after all. I had always
fashioned myself the type to think quickly on my feet and always ready to react
to whatever crisis life would throw at me, but it turns out I’m just as prone to
freeze in the face of danger just like the majority of people. A major blow to
my ego, for sure, but in my defense, the possibility of waking up still very
much existed because what was happening was just too crazy to believe.
Adding insult to injury, my kidnappers didn’t even bother to answer my
confusion. I was simply forced to walk forward, the hands imprisoning my arms
gently, but insistently, pushing me onward.
Blinded, I saw no gain in resisting, so I walked for what seemed like
hours before the hands holding my arms pulled me to an abrupt halt that nearly
sent me to my knees. My captors still didn’t speak or make any sound. I
couldn’t even hear any audible breathing, which completely creeped me out and
made me begin to wonder whether I was still even alive.
I heard the creak of a door swinging open, and I was once again urged
forward. I immediately noticed the sound of running water, but I had no time to
contemplate what this meant before I was thrust into the hands of others, and I
felt the satin material of my nightgown being swiftly lifted up my body.
“What are you doing!” I cried, finally finding the fight in me. I
struggled uselessly against the surrounding bodies imprisoning me like iron
bars. “Why are you…where
am
I? Why can’t I see?”
“You will not be harmed,” a soft, melodic female voice near my ear
assured me. The shock of hearing someone speak silenced me into immobility.
Hearing a woman’s voice was as out of place as a clap of thunder in a cloudless
sky.
“Why?” I pleaded helplessly, unable to put my confusion into words.
My captors refused to say anything more, but they quickly removed the
rest of my clothing. At this point, I knew it was pointless to resist them.
Where would I run? I was freaking blind!
I gasped when I was lifted into something warm. It took a moment for my
frightened mind to realize that it was water. My confusion increased when I
felt my captors begin to wash me with something that felt both coarse and soft,
like sponges. No inch of my body escaped them—my ears, my breasts, my groin. I
knew I should have felt violated by what they were doing to me, but I couldn’t
really think straight, like everything happening was as surreal as a dream. Yet
some deep voice within had finally started to shout out through my confusion
that all of this was very real.
I was removed from the water, dried, and clothed in what I could only
guess was a lightweight robe that glided over my skin as cool and smooth as
silk, although they didn’t bother with any undergarments. I was placed on a
flat, but still somewhat soft, surface, and what happened next was something
that I shudder to remember now even after so many years.
Pain
!
From one moment to the next, my whole body was saturated with pain. It
was like a million tiny needles were stabbing into my body simultaneously and
trying to tear me apart. Even then, I didn’t scream. 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. I had
no clue why I had been taken, what my captors were doing to me that was causing
every single nerve ending in my body to light up with pain, but I would be
damned before I gave the bastards the pleasure of hearing the torment they were
inflicting. “You will not be harmed” my ass!
I could feel tears streaming down my cheeks, scalding against skin that
had gone ice-cold despite the warm bath. My body felt as if it were being torn
apart atom by atom.
Only when the excruciating pain abruptly ceased what felt like two
eternities later did I realize that the thing I was gripping tightly was
someone’s hand, though there was something wrong with it. The skin was too
soft, feeling as silky and pliable as the garment I wore.
I felt a hand with the same texture as the one I clutched rest on my
forehead as if checking for fever. The natural reaction should have been to
flinch away, but instead, I felt a curious peace flood my body, spreading a
pleasant warmth and washing away the lingering spasms of pain throughout my body.
“You are strong. That’s good,” I heard that same woman say somewhere
behind me.
“For what?” I whispered, muddle-headed and feeling as if I were waking
from a half-remembered daydream.
“Soon.”
Someone lifted me from the surface where I lay and carefully placed me
onto my now extremely unsteady feet.
“Why can’t I see?” I anxiously asked again, then frantically grabbed
onto the arms of the person still holding me by my upper arms before my wobbly
legs could give out.
I suddenly felt like a newborn foal taking its first steps. My chances
of escape were quickly falling towards zero.
“Soon,” the woman repeated maddeningly.
They once again forced me to walk down what felt like an endless maze
of corridors, my legs still weak and unsure. What was going to happen now? Why
was I taken, and by whom? What had my kidnappers done to cause me so much pain?
To what end?
I never cry just for the sake of crying, but by the time they brought
me to a halt, I was damn near tears. But I didn’t give in. I nearly gave myself
a headache holding my tears back. I would stay in control of at least my emotions
if nothing else. At this point, it was either that or go mad with fear.
Distracted by my internal battle to keep my emotions in check, it took
me a few moments to realize that I was looking at a large door of ornately
carved wood. My sight had returned!
I immediately turned my head to catch a glimpse of my captors, but my
head was instantly turned back forward before I could see anyone. One of them
knocked on the door, so quickly that I didn’t even have time to turn my gaze to
see the action.
“Enter,” a deep, muffled voice called.
The door swung open as if on its own accord, and I was ushered through
so abruptly that I stumbled a bit as I crossed the threshold. I saw the figure immediately,
sitting in a large armchair before a blazing fire, but still somehow almost
completely hidden in the shadows. Only the light of the fire illuminated the
room.
“Leave us,” the person said, turning his head.
I still couldn’t make out anything other than the figure had the build
of a man, a useless observation when his deep voice had already given his
gender away.
Rooted in place, I was watching him so closely that I didn’t notice
that my captors had released me until I heard the door shut behind me. However,
I couldn’t take my eyes off him to take advantage of this fact as I watched him
rise and step out of the shadows.
“
Sidhe
,” I heard someone whisper as I stared at the entirety of
the man before me with a mixture of awe and alarm—then startled, realized it
was
me
that had just spoken.
The man’s expression was also surprised. “Interesting,” he said, a
smile lighting up his face. “To know my people—I had not anticipated this.”
In that moment, I couldn’t have spoken to save my life. What I had
unconsciously named him was more commonly known as an elf—and he was the most
beautiful being I had ever laid eyes on. His hair was a golden blond that
spilled loosely over his shoulders to mid-torso, the dancing flames behind him
casting a contrast of orange hues and shadow throughout the ludicrously long
locks that was almost hypnotic in its beauty. His eyes seemed to glow
yellow-orange in the gloom that surrounded him, but I couldn’t tell if it was
just a trick of the light from the flames. But what really captured my
attention were the two pointed ears that were peaking through his hair.
This had to be someone’s bad idea of a joke. There’s no
way
that
elves could be real, that the ears I was currently looking at weren’t prosthetics.
There’s no way this beautiful, impossible creature that was now staring at me
curiously could be real in anything other than my dreams…
To this day, I couldn’t tell you what he had been wearing. Once my eyes
had latched onto his face, it was like all previous thoughts and memories had
been seared away by the sheer realization that I was looking at a being
straight out of a fantasy story.
“Do you know why you have been brought here, Emily?” he asked.
My heart seized hearing my name coming from that mouth. This had to be
a dream, because there was no way he would know my name otherwise. Right…?
I swallowed thickly. “I have a pretty good idea,” I replied more
steadily than I thought possible.
And I did have a good idea. One quick glance around the room was all I had
needed. Why else would I have been brought to his
bedroom
?
To my surprise, he chuckled. “Perhaps,” he said. “Come to me, Emily.”
I began to steadily back up until I felt the door handle press sharply into
the middle of my back.
“I’d rather not,” I said tensely.
Then quick as lightning, I reached my hand behind me, clumsily grabbed
the handle, and tried to jerk the door open. It didn’t budge an inch.
I dropped my hand and looked down in defeat. Honestly, what would I
have done had it turned? I had been taken to Fairyland, or Underhill, or to
freaking Middle Earth for all I knew. Where would I have gone?
My eyes slowly rose to look at the elf who still stood a few feet away.
Despite my escape attempt, he had not moved closer, nor had his expectant
expression changed. No way out, there was only one thing left to do—I boldly
obeyed his command, refusing to show him my fear. Up close, his resulting smile
was like a punch in the gut, it was so stunning.
“You are a rare one, indeed,” he said softly, raising his hands to
encircle my face. “Do not fear. I won’t hurt you.”
An elf’s hands really did feel like silk. That inane thought ran
through my head as I raised my hands to his chest to feebly attempt to push him
away, as successful as trying to move a brick wall since from the moment he had
touched my face, a strange lethargy had begun to creep into my body. It was
more reflex than anything.
He responded by lowering his head until his lips firmly pressed against
mine.
The abrupt kiss was like hitting me in the face with a sledgehammer. My
knees gave out, and I would have definitely fallen on my ass had he not caught
me. I felt my mind slipping away further, my eyes closing, even as I felt
myself instinctively open my mouth to accept his kiss.
What was happening to me? His touch, his very presence was so
overwhelming that it was like standing on the surface of the sun.
I felt him lift me until I was cradled in his arms, seemingly as
weightless as a feather, his lips never once leaving mine. His tongue
aggressively twined with mine before it could shy away in surprise, coaxing me
to join its sensual dance. Then the next thing I felt was an incredible
softness at my back, and I knew that he had taken me to his bed.
“It’s your choice now,” he whispered in my ear, making the hairs at the
back of my neck stand on end. “I will bed you. That is not the choice, but
whether or not you wish to experience my touch or to be oblivious. It’s in my
power to grant you either.”
I couldn’t think; my mind was so hazy that his words flowed through my
awareness like a whisper in the distance. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I
knew that he had done something to me. I wasn’t sure if it was intentional or
something that was just a part of his elven nature, but I knew I would have
been seriously freaking out about my current position without it. Even if the
elf
had
fuzzed my mind out a bit to make things easier for me, not knowing
what was going on
at all
wasn’t something I would ever want.
This is a dream, anyway, so what does it matter?
my mind offered
up with a mental equivalent of a shrug, and for some stupid reason, at that
moment, I really believed it.
“I don’t want to forget anything,” I murmured, and just like that, my
mind cleared so completely that I finally was able to appreciate the fact that
he was looming over me, yards of golden hair spilling down to tickle my face
and neck, as large, beautiful, and majestic as an angel.
“I did not expect this either,” he said, sounding delighted.
He then proceeded to open my robe-like garment until my breasts were
revealed. It took every ounce of self-control I had within me not to cover
myself out of shyness; yet, I couldn’t look away from the intensity of the eyes
I could barely see in the darkness, either.
I felt the fingertips of one hand slowly, teasingly glide up my stomach
until those same fingers curved around my right breast and squeezed playfully. However,
instead of feeling aroused, I felt an almost overwhelming terror course through
me. Although I’d had a handful of boyfriends over the years, this wasn’t
something I had ever really done—lying so utterly bared and submissive to my
partner, never mind be comfortable with any of them to even
consider
sex.
I knew that all I had to do was ask for oblivion and the elf would grant my
request, but for some inexplicable reason, despite my fear, I also felt that I
would die if he stopped or I lost this experience.
I closed my eyes tightly. Something definitely had come loose in my brain
during the last few minutes…
But then I felt the rose petal-like skin of his full lips firmly cover
mine again, and the terror simply ceased. I hesitantly raised my hands and
tangled my fingers in his hair, the delicate strands softer than even silk, feeling
almost like water flowing through my fingers. I felt him smile against my lips,
and that simple gesture made me shudder with pleasure.
I was careful not to touch his ears. I don’t know why, but something
about them made me feel that touching them without his permission was a big
no-no, the equivalent of it being taboo for a stranger to grab a random woman’s
boobs or a man’s crotch. Considering what we were doing right now and the
inevitable sex that would follow, it was a stupid thing for me to worry about,
but I felt I shouldn’t do it all the same.
I could feel his thumb brushing lightly over my nipple over and over
until it hardened. I moaned involuntarily and squirmed a bit as he teased the
sensitive nub while devouring my lips as if they were a delectable meal and he
had not eaten in months.
It was then that I became keenly aware of the weight of his body over
me—and that he was completely nude. Where one of my hands had been tightly
gripping a handful of cloth at his shoulder, my fingers were now digging into
soft, bare flesh. When had he taken off his clothes? I couldn’t remember a time
he had paused long enough to remove anything.
He shifted slightly, and my thoughts were derailed by the unmistakable
feel of his hardened cock against my inner thigh. That’s when I realized that
I, too, was completely missing the robe he had only opened and drawn aside
earlier.
I pulled my mouth away with some difficulty and gasped out, “Wait!
Wait—what happened to our—
mmph
!”
Apparently my soon-to-be elven lover was in no mood for talk as his
tongue effectively cut off my words and a rough thrust of his hips that managed
to rub perfectly against my clit shot a shocking burst of pleasure through my
body, effectively short-circuiting my brain. My thighs instinctively tightened
around his hips as he continued to thrust between my legs in a series of slow,
drawn out slides against my now thoroughly wet sex, the delicious friction
making me throb and shiver like never before as I writhed and moaned beneath
him with abandon.
He drew his mouth away with a final brush against my swollen lips and a
teasing nip on my bottom lip that probably should have stung but only left a
pleasurable throb in its wake, and then proceeded to suck and lick his way down
my jaw. Propped on one forearm, he stopped to pay special attention to several newly
discovered sensitive points on my neck with teeth and tongue that had me
throwing my head back and offering my throat to him as if in submission to
another beast.
The elf’s free hand reached down and began to fondle my thus far
neglected breast. Both nipples were long past reacting to my excitement, hardened
pebbles that were so sensitive now that they were beginning to ache. I sucked
in a sharp breath as he pinched my nipple a little more firmly than I had
expected, the sensation somewhere between pleasure and pain.
Licking a path down my breast bone to the top swell of my other breast,
I suddenly felt his mouth latch onto it, a hot, slippery tongue laving and
rolling over the nipple while his mouth began to roughly suckle, and I couldn’t
have formed a coherent thought to save my life. I moaned and arched my body
closer to his mouth, pressing his head down with both my hands in the same
instant.
My hand accidentally brushed against the point of one of his ears, and
suddenly I just
had
to touch them, my earlier apprehension about needing
his permission no where to be found. I delicately ran a fingertip slowly from
the tip of one pointed ear down along its outer edge. It was as silky as the
rest of his skin and as firm as a human ear.
I squeaked—yes squeaked—when his teeth suddenly bit down hard along the
edge of my areola as he very nearly jumped out of his skin, and a sharp pain
erupted from my chest. He immediately jerked his head up with a wild
expression, a shocking smear of bright red staining his lips from the obviously
unintentional bite. Who would’ve guessed that elves had such razor-sharp teeth!
The tips of both of his ears twitched as if in agitation. “Sorry!” I
said quickly before he could open his mouth, afraid that I had just made him
angry.
He shook his head, and my eyes widened when he very deliberately licked
my blood clean from his lips instead of just wiping it off with his hand or the
blankets or
something
. My pulse sped up as I watched that pink tongue
lap up the last remnants of blood along his lower lip in a slow glide. That had
to be one of the most erotic things I had ever seen, and I couldn’t for the
life of me understand why. What was wrong with me? Shouldn’t that have
disgusted me? I mean, what if he—
I let out a muffled exclamation of shock as his lips crashed against
mine in the sloppiest, wettest,
hottest
kiss I had ever shared with
anyone, and the full weight of his body pressed me down deeper within the
softness at my back. It
should
have been uncomfortable, but the added
weight as well as the mild throb along my breast where he had bitten me only
seemed to make my pulse quicken even more. Who knew biting could be so
stimulating?
I could vaguely taste something metallic on his tongue. Was that it? Did
the blood excite him? Wait—don’t tell me the elf was a
vampire
, too!
That settled it. This was all definitely a dream. I had to have gotten
plastered after work, and I was absolutely never going to drink again if this
convoluted delusion was the result! Then he did something amazing with his tongue
and any worries about vampires or elven taboos were instantly thrown to the
wayside.
For what felt like hours, we sucked on each other’s tongues while his
hands seemed determined to search out and skillfully caress every spot on my
body within reach that made me shutter 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, 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. It was a testament to how completely gone my mind was at that point
that I couldn’t even remember the moment when he had penetrated me for the
first time.
The sensations I experienced were phenomenal. Shockwave after shockwave
of pleasure shot up my spine with every heavy, deep thrust until my toes curled
and I all but screamed. Nothing I had ever experienced in my twenty-three years
of life could even come close to the pleasure the elf gave me that night.
I wrapped my legs tightly around his hips and wantonly thrust my own
hips up to meet each of his thrusts almost as if compelled, clinging to his
firm, muscled back as if it were a lifeline. His body was so perfectly made
that it was unreal. It
had
to be unreal…
I climaxed after only a couple of minutes at most, so startled by that
sudden, unimaginable explosion of ultimate pleasure that all the conflicting
emotions I had been futilely trying to keep in check abruptly shattered, and I
began to sob in earnest even as my body shuddered in ecstasy.