much. She looked at Malachi and felt a sense of pride when she saw his smile. He gave her a small nod, acknowledging that she had taken control. The lesson today; she had the power to master if she so chose.
Chapter Twelve
Elbi stared at the contours of her nude body in the full-length mirror. In the past, some would have called her waifish, fragile, and slight. But now she looked on with pride. After weeks of daily training, her body had become muscular, lean, and even better… strong. And along with her growing physique came skill. She truly was becoming the warrior Malachi wanted her to be. She had learned to use a sword—begrudgingly—but she had truly mastered the art of knife throwing. Even Nico said he had never seen such precision on hitting the target. Her days were filled with pride of her accomplishments.
Each day more and more reinforcements arrived. Casen was quickly outgrowing the space. Elbi had heard murmurings between Malachi, Donte and other soldiers about planning the attack on Jaden soon. There had been a time that Elbi would have been terrified to hear such news, but now she stood ready. She wanted to help take back the palace she so desperately loved. At the same time, she wanted the palace back, but she didn't want the old life she'd once lived. She had yet to figure out what would happen if they did return. What did that mean for her and Malachi? Would they still reside in the same quarters? Was there a future for them as there was for Briar and Donte? So many questions and no answers. Not even a hint from Malachi as to what he was thinking or wanting. The only thing she did know was love. She loved Malachi… was in love with him. Of that much she could be certain.
Elbi had noticed that as the weeks went by, she had seen less of Malachi. Both were gone all day and when they returned to the quarters, they were extremely exhausted from the day's events and sleep was all either craved. When she awoke in the morning, Malachi was always long gone. They each had their duties, and for the first time in Elbi's life, she was thriving. She had been given a gift, the gift of strength.
The sound of footsteps entering the room snapped her from her thoughts. "It is a beautiful sight," Malachi said as he walked up behind her. "Your body represents hard work, dedication, and fortitude." He placed a kiss on her shoulder, then continued to kiss up her neck and nibbled on her ear.
The Elbi of the past would have been embarrassed at being caught staring at her naked body. But the woman of today felt pride. She had grown stronger every day through blood, sweat and most certainly tears.
She turned around, wrapped her arms around his neck and placed a soft kiss to his lips. "I even have muscles on my inner thighs." She giggled and kissed him again. "I think I can thank you for that."
Malachi smiled against another kiss. "I plan to maintain those muscles long after we have reclaimed Lazar." He tightened his grip on her hips and kneeled before her. "I enjoy the muscles very much."
He began to place soft kisses along her inner thigh, slowly working his way up to her sex. Kiss by kiss, breath by breath, he snaked his way to his final destination. Licking up one pussy lip and back down the other, he moaned against her.
Elbi gasped and reached down, and curled her fingers in his untamed hair. "Malachi," she panted. She flung her head back and closed her eyes as he continued to lick, thrusting his tongue deeper into her pussy.
"Mmm, so wet for your daddy."
Elbi's heart skipped. She hadn't been a 'little girl' for quite some time. Hearing the familiar words escape his lips filled her with a sense of security. It had been so long since she could just feel safe and protected. So long since she could just be little Elbi needing comfort from her daddy. So long… and so very needed. "Yes… so wet. I need my daddy's cock—"
A loud knock on the door broke the erotic spell. Malachi shot up and headed to the
Chapter Twelve
Elbi stared at the contours of her nude body in the full-length mirror. In the past, some would have called her waifish, fragile, and slight. But now she looked on with pride. After weeks of daily training, her body had become muscular, lean, and even better… strong. And along with her growing physique came skill. She truly was becoming the warrior Malachi wanted her to be. She had learned to use a sword—begrudgingly—but she had truly mastered the art of knife throwing. Even Nico said he had never seen such precision on hitting the target. Her days were filled with pride of her accomplishments.
Each day more and more reinforcements arrived. Casen was quickly outgrowing the space. Elbi had heard murmurings between Malachi, Donte and other soldiers about planning the attack on Jaden soon. There had been a time that Elbi would have been terrified to hear such news, but now she stood ready. She wanted to help take back the palace she so desperately loved. At the same time, she wanted the palace back, but she didn't want the old life she'd once lived. She had yet to figure out what would happen if they did return. What did that mean for her and Malachi? Would they still reside in the same quarters? Was there a future for them as there was for Briar and Donte? So many questions and no answers. Not even a hint from Malachi as to what he was thinking or wanting. The only thing she did know was love. She loved Malachi… was in love with him. Of that much she could be certain.
Elbi had noticed that as the weeks went by, she had seen less of Malachi. Both were gone all day and when they returned to the quarters, they were extremely exhausted from the day's events and sleep was all either craved. When she awoke in the morning, Malachi was always long gone. They each had their duties, and for the first time in Elbi's life, she was thriving. She had been given a gift, the gift of strength.
The sound of footsteps entering the room snapped her from her thoughts. "It is a beautiful sight," Malachi said as he walked up behind her. "Your body represents hard work, dedication, and fortitude." He placed a kiss on her shoulder, then continued to kiss up her neck and nibbled on her ear.
The Elbi of the past would have been embarrassed at being caught staring at her naked body. But the woman of today felt pride. She had grown stronger every day through blood, sweat and most certainly tears.
She turned around, wrapped her arms around his neck and placed a soft kiss to his lips. "I even have muscles on my inner thighs." She giggled and kissed him again. "I think I can thank you for that."
Malachi smiled against another kiss. "I plan to maintain those muscles long after we have reclaimed Lazar." He tightened his grip on her hips and kneeled before her. "I enjoy the muscles very much."
He began to place soft kisses along her inner thigh, slowly working his way up to her sex. Kiss by kiss, breath by breath, he snaked his way to his final destination. Licking up one pussy lip and back down the other, he moaned against her.
Elbi gasped and reached down, and curled her fingers in his untamed hair. "Malachi," she panted. She flung her head back and closed her eyes as he continued to lick, thrusting his tongue deeper into her pussy.
"Mmm, so wet for your daddy."
Elbi's heart skipped. She hadn't been a 'little girl' for quite some time. Hearing the familiar words escape his lips filled her with a sense of security. It had been so long since she could just feel safe and protected. So long since she could just be little Elbi needing comfort from her daddy. So long… and so very needed. "Yes… so wet. I need my daddy's cock—"
A loud knock on the door broke the erotic spell. Malachi shot up and headed to the
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