Page 3 of Terrible Desires

A moan of undeniable pleasure slips past my lips, and I squeeze my eyes shut tight, as if by blocking out the world around me I can pretend I’m somewhere else—with someone else. But as the troll maneuvers me, I realize I’m lying across his immense lap. Then, with infinite and sudden terror, I take note of ahardnesspressing firmly against my lower back.Oh, my God! That’s his cock!

“Yes, it is,” he says, remorselessly pumping his fingers into me all the while.

Fuck me.I can’t believe it. Any of it.Now, he can hear my thoughts?I wonder in vague astonishment as my cunt shamelessly clenches around the troll’s fingers. My stomach tightens and my pussy pulses and I know without a shadow of a doubt that this green monster of legend is about to make me come.

“I’ve always been able to hear you, Brianna. I’ve been waiting for you,” he rumbles. Then, without warning, he lowers his head to my groin, tears what’s left of my pants off, and begins tonguing my clit as he continues to finger-fuck me.

“Always?”My mind swoons at the impossibility as bolts of lightning fizzle through me, radiating from my clit to surge all the way to my toes. His tongue is warm, rough, and surprisingly nimble. Lapping and flicking, he teases me to within an inch of my life. The buildup has me trembling over his lap and is unlike anything I’ve ever felt in my life. It’s like being at his mercy, unable to do anything but feel, has heightened my pleasure tenfold.

I want to be angry, to rebel, to demand this bastard get the fuck off me, but I can’t. Literally and … well, as wickedlyterrible as it is, I can’t deny what he’s doing to my body is incredible—terrible but incredible.Even if I could fight him or resist him, would I?The sensation of being a limp little girl in his powerful grasp as he has his way with me thrills me in the most forbidden and unimaginable ways possible.

“Oh, fuck, yes!”I cry out in my mind, a strangled, guttural noise scraping past my lips. It’s so wrong, but so right. His fingers are so thick, and he pummels my G-spot like a demon on crack, his tongue lavishing my swollen and oversensitive clit until I feel actual hot tears leak unbidden from the corners of my eyes.“I can’t take it. It’s too much!”I’ve never feltsomuch. I feel like I’m going to die! My terrible desires are going to be the death of me.

The troll growls in his deep baritone. “Come for me.” He nips my clit with his teeth, and I lose my shit.

My body spasms and jerks on his lap like I’ve been electrocuted as heat surges through me, burning along every nerve like wildfire. My pussy convulses like a little whore, clinging to his cock-sized fingers with shameful need and desperation as the blazing ecstasy within explodes out of me. I’ve never come like this before. I mean, there’s coming and then there’s whatever the hell this is!

The troll continues to lick andslurp, his rough tongue cleaning the puffy folds of my pussy, all the way down my thighs, before languidly dragging over my asshole. “Mm,” he rumbles, raising his head to look down on me. “That was beautiful, little one. It has been an age since the last time I enjoyed a woman squirting. You taste heavenly for such a slut.”

Heat rises to my cheeks and even though I’m generally a sex-positive and liberal-minded individual, I can’t help but feel awash with hot shame.“I’ve never done that before,”I tell him with my mind, still unable to speak.“I didn’t even know I could.”

The troll licks his fingers clean in an obscenely decadentshow of dominance before brushing my cheek with the backs of them. “Do not be ashamed. I have waited a lifetime for you, Brianna. And now I’ve got you, I’m never letting you go. You are mine.”

“I am no slut, and I am no man’s!”I fire back. Just because I begrudgingly enjoyed the disgusting and filthy pleasures he wrought upon my body doesn’t mean I am just automatically his.

The troll chuckles and toys with my exposed breasts, tweaking my hard nipples between his fingers like they were tiny seasonal berries in his giant fingers. “You are my mate, little one. Once you have taken my cock and I’ve filled you with my seed, you’ll never want for anything or anyone but me.”

I hang limp over his lap, my breathing heavy in the wake of my earth-shattering, squirtastic orgasm. “You’ll never fit!”I gasp back directly to his mind, not bothering to question how it is that we’re able to communicate using telepathy—something I’d always thought to be mere occult nonsense.“Your fingers are the size of a man’s cock as it is! That thing between your legs will split me in half!”

Chapter Five

“Oh, little one,” the troll chastises, the timbre of his voice sending a shiver right through to my bones. “We were made for each other. Your body was built to house and accommodate the passage of a child. Believe me when I say, you can accommodate me.”

I watch with wide eyes as he rises to his feet, carrying me with him like a child’s toy.“Made for each other? You’re a fucking troll—or something—and I don’t even know your damn name!”

The troll chuckles, his laughter echoing through the pine glade. “My name is Sodor,” he says, “and your name is Brianna. There, now we are acquainted. Happy, little one?”

I stare accusingly at him as he holds me around the waist with one hand, the other stroking his heinously enormous green cock.

“Happy? Are you insane? I got lost in the forest, apparently ate glowing, cum-drenched mushrooms, was then on a chase for my life that I can’t even remember… and now you’ve just finger-fucked me. Happy is not the word that comes to mind!”

Sodor smirks, his warm breath washing over me. “You may not feel happy, but not once have you asked me to stop. Not once have you begged to be freed or returned to your cabin. Why would that be, little one? Is it because deep down you like the way I make you feel? Does the danger of fucking a monster thrill you? I think it does. You’re all smoke and no fire. You want this, whether you have the courage to admit it or not.”

My glare falters and my pussy twinges between my slick thighs. He’s not entirely wrong. I haven’t done any of those things.Maybe I really am a fucking whore?I wonder to myself—but Sodor hears of course.

“You are not a whore, pretty, curvy girl. You are my mate, and you are exactly as you should be.” He meets my gaze and his lips quirk in a way that makes my insides ache. “Now, would you like to be cured?”

My eyes widen and my breathing quickens.“How?”

“You may well not like the idea, little one, but my blood is the cure. If you allow me to feed you my blood, control of your own body will return to you.”

I feel my nose scrunch, but the chance at freedom is a tempting one.“Why would you do that? Aren’t you afraid I will run and report you to the authorities?”

Sodor’s booming laugh sends birds flying from the ancient, tall pines. “Oh, little one. I livebetweenworlds. Most of the year I reside in the Shadow Lands of Faery. Your little boom-stick men couldn’t find me, let alone hurt me. The Veil opens only on All Hallows’ Eve. By the time you got back and made the call I would be long gone. But is that what you really want?” he counters. “Do you want to leave and see me hunted? Would you give up what could be your greatest chance at love and happiness?”

I purse my lips and sigh. I’ve never encountered the folk of Faery before, and certainly never been drug-fucked by one of its denizens … but like any soul who appreciates life, and treasures the diversity of the world, I would sooner die than see him captured, probed, or studied. The very thought sends icy chills down my spine. I despise when any creature, great or small, is treated cruelly. It boils my fucking blood.“I don’t wish you harm,”I tell him.“Free me.”

Sodor grins. “You will not run, little one. I know your heart. Even now your mind is racing with thoughts of Faery. Of what you have always thought to be nothing more than wonderous tales of children’s fancy.”

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