Page 154 of To Scale the Emerald Mountain

Her pupils dilate a fraction, and she scoots back to work the laces on my trousers while I reach behind my back to pull my shirt off. I lift my hips and pull down my pants, making my cock spring free. She looks down at me—hard and pulsing—and her eyes widen at the size of me.

When I have myself in a firm grasp, I tell her, “Lay back. Place the backs of your thighs on top of mine.” I work myself in slow, deliberate strokes as I watch her obey my command and prop herself on an elbow.

Ellya reaches a hand down to start gathering the skirts of her flowy dress and bunches it in her hand, but she stops just short of baring herself to me.

“Show me, Elly,” I say, my breathing increased. I go to grab one of her soft thighs, but she bats my hand away.

“I told you to touch yourself, not me,” she chides.

My cock pulses in my hand with her dominance and glee shines in my eyes.

She likes to play games.

Pulling my hand away, I tuck it behind my head to keep myself from temptation. “I will not touch. Now, show me.”

Ellya gives me a coy smile and begins lifting her skirts again, pulling them around her waist until she is fully exposed to me.

“Fuck,” I grit through my teeth and stroke myself faster at the sight of her swollen, glistening cunt. So close that if I were to barely angle myself forward, I would slide right in.

And gods, do I want to.

Working myself from root to tip, my wrist flicks when I reach my thick head, and repeat. I am already pulsing beneath my touch as I watch her wetness increase. Inhaling a ragged breath through my nose, my senses are coated with her sweet earthy and floral scent, making my heart quicken.

My mind keeps imagining Ellya’s delicate hands groping herself; exposing her small, firm tits to me; her fingers rolling over her pink nipples before sliding down the pane of her tight stomach to run through her dripping wet cunt.

I wonder how many times she has touched herself like that while thinking of me.

My breathing is heavy and my strokes turn more frantic and hurried as tightness builds in my spine. “Touch yourself,” I pant, my voice gravelly.

I imagine her slicking her fingers with herself before strumming her clit until she shakes and calls my name as she comes; imagineher tight clit drawing in and jumping with each pulsing wave of her orgasm.

Fire burns in her eyes as she watches me. Ellya barely shakes her head, her soft curtain of purple hair brushing the swells of her breasts enticingly. She gives me another coy smile that nearly drives me mad.

Her denial of my request makes me want it more.

“Let me see you touch my cunt,” I growl possessively.

Another slight shake of her beautiful head. Ellya’s emerald green eyes blaze as she holds me in her iron clutches.

“Do not pretend you have not rubbed those greedy little fingers against yourself to thoughts of me before. Touch my cunt as you watch me pleasure myself. Do it. Now.” I use the commanding tone I do as king, the same one that made her rub her thighs together beneath the council table.

But she is enjoying her power over me too much.

“You told me you would beg for me, my king.” She has never called me her king before. My cock hardens further, and an involuntary groan escapes me hearing it wrapped in her honeyed voice. “Beg.”

I let out a bitter laugh, damning my words as I continue to pump myself harder. Beads of moisture have begun to develop at the slit of my head, and I know that I am close.

Her toying with me is bringing me to a level of pleasure I have never felt before.

“Please, Ellya, let me see you touch yourself,” I desperately plead on ragged breaths, digging my fingers into my shoulder to keep from reaching out to her.

My leg twitches and my spine begins to arch forward as I hold back my load.

“I am begging you. I need to see you run your soft fingers through my cunt. Please, Elly. Please. Please.” My breaths stutter and sweat breaks out over my brow as I jerk myself faster.

Ellya smiles before slowly running a hand down her body, and I groan loud at the sight.

When she slowly dips the tip of one finger—just barely—into her tight little cunt, I lose control and come hard on a deep, throaty growl. I throw my head back; my eyes flutter and roll in the back of my head. The force of my climax is so strong, the first few spurts of thick, hot fluid land on my neck and chest.