EXCERPT – Dark Elves III: Salvation
Posted by Jet Mykles on 24 Jan 2006 | Tagged as: excerpts, f/f/m, fantasy, m/f, m/f/m
Salvation is the sequel to Mastered. Again, inspired by a series of images that can still be seen in my image gallery. This one less so than the previous two Elves books.
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Contrary to popular belief, this third book is not the last for the elves. I’ve got more in store for them, I just don’t know when at the moment.
BLURB:
Irin was raised among the raedjour–dark elves bred by their goddess for sexual pleasure. When Irin was a toddler, sorcerers cast a protective spell on her to quell the lustful urges of those around her. Under that spell and the watchful eyes of her protectors, Irin has a happy, if unique childhood as a human girl among all raedjour boys.
But she’s a woman now, and it’s time for the spell to be lifted. It’s time for her to find out what it means to be taken and mastered by the raedjour – and to find her truemate among them.
Savous and Radin. Apprentice and master. They’ve been a pair for centuries and have helped to watch over Irin her whole life. There’s no doubt in either of their minds that one of them will be the first to introduce Irin into the world of sexual pleasures.
But there’s more to Irin than anyone knew. Will her passion be the destruction of the lifelong bond between two men? Or the salvation of an entire race?
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be used, pleasured…and be the salvation of an entire race?
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Radin hovered back, allowing other men to vie for Irin’s attention. He watched, amused, as they would gain her attention and slowly step into the shield, only to be shoved back when another snagged her fancy. It was a well-known game, and most of those who took the first try knew they weren’t likely to win. But, by showing an interest, they made themselves known to Hyle, who would likely remember and put them on the list of Irin’s lovers. Also, they helped to fan the flames of Irin’s lust, which spread out to affect the audience.
The initial onslaught subsided in good-natured rivalry as the men jostled for attention. Only one fight broke out, and it was minor.
Gradually, the more serious contenders stepped in. These were older men in their prime, far more intent on actually accomplishing the goal of the virgin. Radin watched these carefully. These men were more vocal and far more seductive, calling to Irin and murmuring dark promises. Radin had to smile at the becoming blushes that heated Irin’s round cheeks. Likely she’d heard it all before, but never aimed at her.
Still Radin waited, watching closely. He could feel her growing arousal. The virgin spell let everyone in the vicinity feel it. Behind Radin on the viewing platforms, already dozens of couples — and more — were engaged with each other, no longer interested in the outcome of the virgin contest.
Three men remained. Each one of them had succeeded in getting her attention enough that, at different times, they’d stood on the platform.
Radin stepped forward. He was off to her left, so she didn’t immediately see him. She lay mostly on her back within the pillows, eyes fixed on Khavya as he stepped carefully onto the platform, murmuring sweetly. The man’s hands slid over his chest, drawing her gaze to his tight-fitting trousers.
With a casual gesture, Radin reached up and released his hair from its tie, making sure to let it fly. By shaking it out, he caught her attention. Khavya cursed and stumbled as the shri pushed him back to the border.
Irin’s big blue eyes fastened on Radin’s smiling face. Her pupils were wide, and her breath came in short pants. He wondered if she realized that her hips were squirming. Her hands pressed a little too hard in her lap. The scent of her was intoxicating.
He let his hair fall forward to obscure most of the left side of his face, peering at her through the long white fall he knew she adored. “Hello, kitten.”
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