Pieces on the Board

CAIVAN

I try not to think of Palma when Brien lights a pipe, and sits back on the bed, crossing her legs as she does so. She's completely naked, her red hair lies in scattered, jagged spikes around her nape, covering her breasts, covering the bite marks I had made, that still make me cringe with the thought of how close she had been to being bitten. Of course she would not know about that.

She puffs a cloud of smoke and shakes her head, revealing one of two full, sinuous breasts. She catches my gaze, and she smiles wryly. "Wanting more of this, are we?" I grit my teeth against each other with an effort. She had said so herself as she led me upstairs an hour ago, she had said she was like a drug, addictive and very hard to let go off.

And I found out the hard way, literally. I had taken her twice already, and I still feel a longing in my groin as she lies back on her elbows, parting her legs slightly. I had always wondered what an elf would taste like, seeing as they were not the kind