The Dark Elf's Chosen: Respite from Destiny

Chapter 1

Julius

The wagon jolts over a rough patch in the trail, and I catch Savannah’s hand to steady her. She looks up at me, green eyes wide with curiosity and a touch of wariness.

“Where are we going, Julius?” Her voice carries the same wonder as it did when we first met.

I give her a smug grin. “Patience, isn't your strong suit is it dear? You’ll see soon enough.”

She huffs, crossing her arms, but the corner of her mouth twitches up. The forest around us grows denser, ancient trees stretching their gnarled branches overhead like a canopy. Magic pulses through the air here, a tangible energy that sends shivers down my spine.

After what feels like an eternity of bouncing along the narrow path, the wagon finally lurches to a stop. I hop out first, offering Savannah my hand. She takes it, stepping down with the grace that never fails to captivate me.

Before us stands a secluded cabin, nestled deep in the heart of the forest. Its wooden structure blends seamlessly with the surroundings, almost as if it grew from the very earth itself. The air here is crisp, carrying the scent of pine and wildflowers.

“Surprise,” I say, watching her reaction closely.

Her eyes widen further as she takes in the cabin. “This… this is beautiful.”

I pull her close, wrapping an arm around her waist. “I thought we deserved a bit of peace after our victory. A place where no one can find us.”

She leans into me, resting her head against my chest. “You always know just what I need.”

We step inside together. The interior is cozy but spacious, with a roaring fire already crackling in the hearth. I’ve taken care of every detail—plush rugs cover the wooden floors, and soft cushions are scattered about invitingly.

Savannah’s eyes sparkle as she explores our temporary haven. She pauses by the window overlooking a small clearing bathed in sunlight.

“This is perfect,” she murmurs.

I move behind her, slipping my arms around her waist again. “We’ll have days of nothing but each other and the forest.”

She turns in my embrace, tilting her head up to meet my gaze. “Thank you, Julius.”

“Anything for you,” I reply, meaning every word.

She stands on tiptoe to press a kiss to my lips, and for a moment, everything else fades away—the battles won and lost, the burdens of our titles—leaving only us in this perfect seclusion.

I press my lips to Savannah's neck, feeling her soft skin under my touch. She laughs, a musical sound that sends warmth through me.

“Is this why you brought me here, Julius? So you could have your way with me?” Her voice is teasing, playful.

I grin against her neck, then pull back to look into her eyes. “No,” I say, “but the fact that it's far enough away that no one can hear you scream my name when I'm fucking you definitely has its perks.”

She gasps, eyes widening in a mixture of shock and excitement. I grab her neck gently but firmly, pulling her in for a passionate kiss. Her taste is intoxicating, making my blood boil with desire.

Without breaking the kiss, I lift her effortlessly. She wraps her legs around my waist, holding on tight. “Fuck, Savannah,” I murmur against her lips. “There's no greater celebration for a victory than being inside you.”

Her eyes burn with the same intensity as mine. She kisses me fiercely. “Then let’s go find out if this place has an echo.”

I carry her to the bedroom, our breaths mingling, hearts pounding in unison. The room is bathed in the soft glow of late afternoon light streaming through a huge window that overlooks a tranquil lake. A beautiful wooden four-poster bed stands at the center, its sheets pristine and inviting.

With one swift motion, I lay Savannah on the bed and hover over her, drinking in the sight of her flushed cheeks and parted lips. This secluded paradise is ours, and we’ll make sure every corner knows our passion.

But that’s a moment for us alone.

I catch Savannah’s lips in a deep kiss, our breaths mingling. My hands slide under her shirt, feeling the warmth of her skin. She shivers as I lift the fabric, tossing it aside. Her shoulders are bare now, exposed to my hungry gaze. I trail kisses along her collarbone, then down to her shoulders, revealing more of her soft skin.

I feast my eyes on her breasts. Leaning down, I take one nipple into my mouth, sucking and teasing it with my tongue. She moans, arching into me, her hands groping at my shirt.

“Impatient as always,” I mutter against her skin.

“Julius, hurry up,” she snarls. “Or I'll have to take matters into my own hands.”

I laugh softly, kissing down her stomach. “You know you won’t. You crave this dick.” My fingers trace the waistband of her pants. “But if you must, then I’ll be happy to watch.”

“Fuck, you’re an asshole,” she grumbles as she rolls her eyes.

I laugh again, hooking my fingers into the waistband of her pants and underwear. Slowly, torturously slow for her sake, I pull them down and away from her body.

I press Savannah’s thighs apart, kissing my way down her inner leg, feeling the tremors of anticipation that ripple through her. When I reach the apex of her thighs, I glance up at her. Her eyes are dark with desire, breath coming in shallow pants.

“As much as I enjoy fucking you,” I say, my voice low and rough, “I must admit that eating your sweet pussy is one of my favorite things to do.” 

I take a slow, deliberate lick along her slit, savoring her taste. She moans, hips lifting off the bed in response.

“Maybe it’s the knowledge that I’m driving you absolutely wild and there’s not much you can fucking do about it.” Another lick, more pressure this time, and she shudders beneath me.

“Or the way you moan when I bite your clit.” I nip gently at her sensitive nub, earning a sharp gasp from her. Her hands grip the sheets, knuckles white with tension.

I lick again, deeper this time, teasing the entrance to her core. “Or hell, my favorite part just might be when your legs start to shake when you’re coming and you smother me with your thighs.”

“Fuck, Julius,” she groans, writhing beneath my mouth. Her body arches into me, desperate for more.

I continue my assault on her pussy with deep strokes of my tongue, exploring every inch of her heat. Her moans grow louder, more frantic. She’s close—so close I can feel it in the way she trembles.

“That’s it baby,” I murmur against her wetness. “Come all over my face, make a mess.”

With a final flick of my tongue against her clit, she cries out. Her thighs clamp around my head as she climaxes hard, her juices flooding over my mouth and chin. The intensity of her release makes her whole body quake. I hold on tight as she rides out every wave of pleasure.

When she finally collapses back against the bed, panting and spent, I pull back slightly to look at her. She’s a vision—flushed cheeks, eyes half-lidded with satisfaction.

“You taste fucking amazing,” I say with a smirk.

She gives me a weak smile in return. “You… you need to fuck me.”

I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and lean down to kiss her deeply. “Anything for you.”

I stand up, feeling her gaze on me as I strip off my shirt. Her eyes follow my every movement, a salacious smile spreading across her lips. I take my time, enjoying the way her anticipation builds as I remove my pants and underwear.

She sits up on her elbows, watching me with those captivating green eyes. “You like what you see?” I tease, climbing back onto the bed.

“Always,” she replies, voice husky with desire.

I hover over her, feeling the heat between us intensify. “How do you want it? Slow and sweet or fast and rough?”

Her eyes darken with challenge. “Do your worst, Julius Rosenfire.”

I don’t need any more encouragement. In one swift motion, I enter her fully, giving her no time to adjust. Her gasp is a mix of pleasure and surprise.

“Like this?” I growl, pounding into her with relentless force.

“Fuck, just like that,” she moans, her nails digging into my back.

The bed starts banging against the wall with each powerful thrust. Savannah’s head turns to check if it’s causing any damage.

“I don’t give a fuck,” I say between gritted teeth. “We’ll fix it later.”

Her laughter is cut short by another moan as I drive deeper into her. Every movement sends waves of pleasure through both of us. Her body responds perfectly to mine, matching my rhythm, urging me on.

The sound of our bodies colliding fills the room, mingling with her cries of ecstasy and my grunts of exertion. The intensity of our connection is almost overwhelming, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Savannah’s hands clutch at the sheets now, eyes squeezed shut in bliss as I continue to pound into her. Each thrust brings us closer to the edge, and I can feel her tightening around me.

I shift my angle, aiming for that spot inside her that I know drives her wild. Savannah's breath catches, and then she’s chanting my name like a prayer. Each syllable fuels the fire within me.

“Julius… Julius… Julius…” Her voice is desperate, raw.

“Come on, baby,” I urge her, feeling the tension coiling tighter inside both of us. “Give it to me. Milk me dry.”

Her body tenses, back arching as she cries out, louder than ever before. The sound echoes through the room, mingling with the slamming of the bed against the wall. Her release washes over her in waves, and I’m right there with her, a few more powerful thrusts sending me tumbling over the edge.

The sensation is blinding, a surge of heat and pleasure that consumes everything else. I pour myself into her, feeling every pulse and shudder of her climax around me. It’s overwhelming, a perfect storm of sensation that leaves us both breathless and sated.

We collapse onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, chests heaving as we struggle to catch our breath. The fire crackles softly in the background, its warmth a comforting presence.

Savannah turns her head to look at me, green eyes still hazy with satisfaction. “So what is this rest that you speak of?” she asks, a playful smile tugging at her lips.

I chuckle, pulling her into my arms. “Come here,” I murmur, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

She nestles against me, our bodies fitting together perfectly. The world outside might be full of chaos and danger, but here in this secluded cabin, we have our own little haven—a place where nothing else matters but us.

And for now, that’s all we need.