Elves Have Secrets Too (Short & Sweet 3, Book 2)

By Dick Powers

Caught and turned! The reindeer police arrest the sexy elf Harry Christmas for drug possession and swiftly send him to hell. Thankfully the devil has just the job for him and so all is well except for one thing. With no one 'big enough' to play with, Harry turns to other means to satisfy his needs. That is until an old flame literally drops in to change everything. Can a demon-elf and a human really find satisfaction within one another?

This book contains an additional story for your enjoyment.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lunatic Ink Publishing
• Release date: Oct 27, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311282507

Dick Powers

Dick Powers writes gay erotic fiction. He writes heterosexual erotica under Sophie Sin.

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Elves Have Secrets Too

Short & Sweet 3 Book 2

Dick Powers

Copyright 2014 Lunatic Ink Publishing

More Dick Powers at his book list. He also writes male-female erotica under the pen name Sophie Sin.

All characters consent and are over 18yrs.

HUMAN'S SHOULDN'T PLAY WITH ELVES

Yeah, you small little hotty, that feels good!

Standing 4 foot to his 6, one might mistake him for a boy, but this one is all man - sexy, exotic, blue skinned male is definitely not young.

Hit that throat. Come on. You can do better.

Mr. Harry Christmas wipes some coke off her his nostril and complies. Druggy Mike is being a harsh taskmaster today, but that's fine with the young 200 year old elf. He likes it hard and humans do it harder than anyone.

YEAH! YEAH, OH MAN, YEAH!!!

White juices tag his face. The tattooed up dealer, white skin flushed from his use of the elf's head, wipes it all over the young man's fine boned face.

That's right. Baby got some love.

The man leans back against the wall of the night club that they are in. It's a scummy dive where people in the know come to buy drugs. Harry is a regular.

You ever think about getting off the junk? he asks, sounding thoughtful.

The elf spits some white goo out and shrugs.

Doesn't much interest me. My kind don't suffer any physical deterioration because of our excesses. Why stop?

The short man scratches his manhood. He thinks it over.

Because it's kind of wrong, don't you think? You blow me every Thursday and Friday for a baggie or two. I'm sure you are aware that I have AIDs, right?

Harry doesn't even blink at the statement.

Elves can't get sick. Your disease is a human condition. We don't have problems like that.

The man sighs and digs around in his back pocket. He hands over what the elf has been working