Listen to this articleThe lilac lace camisole hugged Paris’s lithe body, wings folded behind her. Pointed elf ears peeked through long, silver hair. A crystal tiara sat atop her head.
Jake gasped. An elf princess stood before him, ethereal beauty beyond words. His heart raced.
Paris gazed at him, violet eyes twinkling. “Have you ever made love to an elf, mortal?”
Jake shook his head, mouth dry.
Paris smiled, wings unfurling. “Then let me be your first.” She took his hand, leading him onto the balcony under a starry sky.
Jake drew her into his arms. Her lips were soft petals, igniting his passion. He trailed kisses down her neck, camisole straps sliding off alabaster shoulders.
The camisole drifted to the floor. Pert breasts and smooth skin glowed in the moonlight.
Paris stretched out her wings, pulling him down onto the soft feathers. “Love me, mortal, as you’ve never loved before.”
Jake’s hands and mouth explored every dip and curve, her sighs music to his ears. He entered her warmth slowly, savoring her slick heat.
Paris’s wings enfolded them as she climaxed, inner walls clenching around him. Jake poured his love and ecstasy into her with a hoarse cry.
They lay spent in each other’s arms under the stars.
“You’ve ruined me for mortal women,” Jake whispered.
Paris laughed, a tinkling sound. “As you’ve ruined me for elf men.” She drew him in for another intoxicating kiss.
“Have you ever made love to an elf, mortal?” Her words echoed in Jake’s mind as he lost himself in her embrace once more.
