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The Elven King’s Captive by Devon Vesper
Fated Elves, Book 1
An omega elven king finds his alpha. Unfortunately, he’s human.
Casersis Ardal, the former Sun King, is a First Generation elf of over three million years. He meets his match in Dustin Juniper, a twenty-year-old human construction worker.
Dustin has been in charge of his whole life since he was sixteen. But when he meets Casersis, destiny strips all his control away. His body, his heart, his whole world change when he comes into contact with a magical amulet and starts changing species. And falling in love with an ageless elven king makes him question everything.
Casersis has been alone on earth for millennia. Having a burgeoning elf around brings feelings he isn’t comfortable with. But he can’t let Dustin go. If the humans find out Dustin isn’t human, Dustin would become a science experiment. The only option Casersis has is to keep Dustin captive. He must protect Dustin from himself as the young man fights Casersis—and fate—every step of the way.
If they want to be together, Casersis and Dustin must find a way to compromise. Once in a lifetime takes on new meaning when you live forever.
This 73,000-word non-shifter omegaverse novel is set in a world where mpreg (male pregnancy) is a fact of life, however this series does not end with a baby or pregnancy.
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“Gods,… beauty,” I whimpered, unable to keep the note of pleading from my voice.
He removed his tongue from my tight ring and murmured against my balls, “Relax, baby. Let me take care of you.”
I wanted nothing less. I groaned and shuddered as he went back to licking and sucking on my greedy hole, shoving my hips up to meet his mouth as he fucked me with his agile tongue. In that moment, I was his without question. I lived for him, at his mercy.
When he tore his mouth away, I whined low in my throat. How had I been reduced to a quivering mass of desire by a young man barely a fraction of my age? How had I, a former king, been incapacitated and made to willingly submit to such a man?
My body refused to care, my hole spasming as Dustin straightened and scooted closer on his knees. Soon after, all thought fled as Dustin pumped two fingers into me as he licked the skin just behind my knee. It was a strange delight to my senses, but not as much as when Dustin crooked his finger and massaged my prostate. My whole body jerked, my erection throbbed, painfully hard and begging to be touched.
And I found myself begging, too. “Beauty… please…”
“What do you need?” came his husky reply.
I looked down to find his eyes boring into mine, commanding me to answer. “Please… Gods, please touch me.”
He gave me a wicked grin and rubbed my prostate harder. “But I am touching you.”
I was not proud enough not to beg. I whined low in my throat, let out dirty words that normally would not leave my lips, even for the most experienced lover. “Please touch my cock!”
“That’s my dirty boy,” Dustin praised. He shifted, and the next moment, I felt his hot breath along my length, then his tongue as it laved my swollen head. I gasped, rolling my hips, my body wordlessly pleading him to take me into his mouth.
I tensed, waiting, praying. When his hot, wet mouth finally closed over my cock head and sucked, I nearly wept with the intense sensation, with joy for being so connected to him. I had no hope of composure when he finally breached me with his cock. No hope whatsoever.
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About the Author:
I’m a mother, furbaby spoiler, and a girl who can’t get enough of pretty, pretty boys. As a kid, I traveled the world, too young to appreciate the gift I was given, but now those adventures spur on stories that my brain just can’t keep up with. Well, my brain tells me it keeps up just fine, but my fingers are the slow ones. I’ll let you decide. But the boys, man. The boys I remember make my heart sizzle looking back on them. Being a kid at nude beaches, I never cared, but looking back on those memories of Sicily, WHEW! There are some really great childhood images that I wish I could have been an adult to savor.Home is some place I call “rustic”. I’m used to large cities, stores everywhere, gas stations on every corner. Here in rural Pennsylvania, it’s rustic and beautiful. And quiet. Too quiet. With all this quiet, all there is to do is write stories, and let the hot men in my head out to play. We all benefit, yes? I like this development. The only thing I dislike about this rusticness is the fact I can’t find a coffee shop that sells a proper chai latte. They make it from powder. Ew. This makes for a disgruntled Dev. Ugh. I miss my chai.
Most of all, I am a down-to-earth southern girl at heart from spending 16 years in Florida. If you chat with me, you’ll hear endearments like darlin’, sweetheart, and hon/hun/hunnie. It’s who I am, and if we chat, you’re almost instantly family, so get used to it.
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