"Dark Elves - 01 - Taken" - читать интересную книгу автора (Mykles Jet)

Gala and Diana sat their mounts, riveted. Gala licked suddenly dry lips, aware her
breathing had quickened, as the figure raised black hands to the clasp of the hood, just below
where a chin should be. In one beautiful, fluid movement, the robe parted and slid to the
ground.

Both women gasped.


A man stood before them. A man unlike any either had ever encountered before. Tall
and muscular, he resembled the perfect specimen of a lean, human male, but the skin that
was stretched taut over chiseled muscle was pure, gleaming black, like the surface of a
moonlit pond. The two points of red which had glowed from within the hood proved to be
the irises of his eyes, eyes that held them captive from beneath stark white lashes. Snowy
white hair fell straight and gleaming over his shoulders and down his back, held back by two
braids at his temples and what looked to be one behind his head. Strange white designs, like
tattoos, emblazoned his chest and belly, as well as his forehead.

Vaguely, Gala wondered that she saw such detail, until she found that she was now
standing just a few feet before the man. How had she gotten there? When had she
dismounted, and how had she crossed the short distance to him without being aware of it?
Diana stood beside her as well, she noted out of the corner of her eyes. Only the corner,
because she could not tear her gaze from this man with his gleaming onyx skin and delicately
pointed ears. An elf? SheТd never heard of dark-skinned elves, let alone those with skin the
hue of the blackest night. She stood now before him, taking the hand that he extended. All
the while, her gaze was fastened to his, even when his focus was on Diana. He was so
amazingly beautiful! A piece of the most mystical moonlit night made flesh.

His hand was warm as it encircled hers and drew her close. The top of her head was
about on level with his shoulder, putting her mouth right in line with the black, puckered
nipple to which his hand was gently guiding her lips. She parted them willingly and lapped
at his flesh, her hands raised to flatten against his belly and side. His skin tasted like cool
spring water and hot cinnamon spice, a heady, strange combination that saturated her tongue
and slid down her throat. Her own moan vibrated in her throat as she sucked harder.

She felt lips on her forehead, a sweet caress. Then the hand on the back of her neck
pressed until she realized she was meant to kneel. She did, her body sliding sensuously down
his until she reached her knees and her eyes were level with his cock. Thick and proudly
erect, it thrust at her. She lapped at her own lips, still tasting his nipple, and wrapped her


hand around his beautiful organ. SheТd never before thought the male form particularly awe-
inspiring, but this creatureТs entire body was a gift from the gods. She slid her hand down the
shaft, finding it was, curiously, already slick to the touch, easily sliding through her grasp.
Although Gala had never performed such an act with her few other lovers, she opened her
mouth and guided that fleshy tool past her lips.



Diana saw Gala from the corner of her eye. A part of her mind suggested that this