Page 12 of Troll Charming

“Is there something wrong? Tell me, please.”

His hands tighten on mine. “I’m not an ordinary man.” He pauses. “This is so hard for me. I can’t tell you—I must show you. Please promise you won’t scream, okay?”

It could be he is terribly scarred. Maybe?

“No one but Troth and I know you are here, and that is one too many. I can get in big trouble having a hu— That is, having you in my home. So whatever your response, no screaming, okay?”

Trepidation and maybe a little excitement run through me. “I promise.”

He unties the knot, holding the silken material around my eyes. The light hurts, and everything is a bit blurry for a few moments. Blinking, I try to focus. My head hurts a little, but I ignore the pain as everything around me becomes more apparent. Then I see him. Red, my rescuer, is green. I stifle a giggle at the irony of his name. I don’t want to hurt his feelings.

Boy, is he big.

He is very tall, at least seven feet, with a large, strangely appealing face; his head covered in thick lush hair, and his shortbeard looks soft. I want to run my fingers through it. His chocolate-brown eyes stare at me as I assess him. It seems likehe is waiting for my disapproval, but quite the contrary, I find him very sexy, green skin and all.Truthfully, I couldn’t care less what he looks like. There is just something about being around him. I just feel so safe. And like I am the only woman in the world.

Probably because I am… at least the only human woman around here. Wherever here is.

But rather than be filled with trepidation, it is a sense a wonder and awe that comes over me. This man...this beast somehow puts me at ease.

I briefly look around and realize everything in this room is big, from the bed to the door to just the height of the wooden-beamed ceiling.

But my eyes are pulled back to him. All I can think about is what his cut muscles will feel like when I touch them. Then, my eyes move down to where I can see his manhood straining through his pants. He’s hard for me; I want to touch it again. Images of mounting him and riding that thing dance through my mind. My pussy grows wet with desire, and a little moan escapes from my lips.

“I scare you.” Red turns away. “I should have told you.”

I am baffled at this reaction, then realize he thought my moan was that of fear or disapproval. With effort, I reach for him.

“No, you don’t scare me at all.” I gingerly take his hand. “After the whole build up, I was sure you must be scarred or deformed.”

“But I’m not one of your human males. It is true that I’m considered quite handsome amongst my kind… but I thought—”

“You’reveryhandsome, andI have never in my life been treated with such tenderness and kindness. I’ve been mistreated by every human male I’ve ever dated. They all have made me feel like I was unattractive or almost a burden to be around. Butyou… you saved my life; you’re placing your life on the line for me now nursing me back to health.” I look at him right in the eyes and put my hands on his broad chest. “I’ve searched for you all my adult life, and now you are here. You are the bravest, kindest, and sexiest ogre I’ve ever met.”

And I mean it.

Red looks up at me, an almost stunned expression on his face.

“Ogre! I’m not an ogre. Troth is an ogre.” He tilts his chin slightly, taking on a regal air about him. “I am a troll of the third generation and a prince of the house of Relgor.”

I quickly rephase things.

“Well then, my prince, I think you are the hottest troll I’ve ever seen.” I give him my most lascivious smile, hoping it doesn’t send him running for those hills outside.

“Have you met many trolls?” he asks me.

“No, I can’t say I have, but I playedDungeons & Dragonsonce, and I’ve seen pictures.”

Red laughs. “Many of those pictures and games with my kind in it are overblown. We don’t like to fight. In fact, we are a very peaceful lot. Humans are the ones to watch out for. That’s why we don’t mingle among your kind.”

“Will you mingle withmenow?” I push the blanket off my body and watch his eyes look me up and down.

“Oh, my love,” he gasps. Then he is on me, kissing me fiercely, the bed groaning underneath us, his large lips forming a fit for mine. I instantly press my tongue against him and open his mouth. He tastes divine, like cinnamon; he smells fresh and clean like a forest after the rain. I want all of him. His hot breath moves to my neck as he trails kisses down to my cloth-covered breasts. He licks me through the thin gossamer fabric, and my nipples tighten with his touch. His warm hands move to mythighs, massaging my sore muscles.His strength is incredible. But at the same time, he is so gentle with me.

I arch my back as Red reaches under my nightgown, pushing it up over my waist with one huge hand before he scoots down the bed and brings his hand to cup and rub my ass. He finally settles himself between my legs, his face hovering just inches over my pussy. He’s waiting for permission. It’s obvious he wants to please me. He is so close to me that I feel his breath quicken. I need him so much. Without thinking, I push my hips upward into his face. He moans with apparent delight and then plunges his tongue in between my folds, wasting no time in finding my clit. A shockwave of sensation runs through my body, and I cry out his name. He’s sucking on me relentlessly while caressing my innermost thighs as he spreads me open.

He moves my hips back and forth as his tongue thrusts and retracts into my hot, wet slit.

Jesus, you haven’t lived until you’ve had a troll tongue you.

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