Page 4 of Terrible Desires

My heart thunders in my chest. He truly does know myheart. The second he mentioned the Shadow Lands of Faery my entire universe tipped off its axis and went into freefall. If he’s real and here, then Faery must be real. The chance to leave this mundane world and enter the realms of the impossible is so tantalizing it hurts.

The great green troll with long dark hair and piercing golden eyes pricks his index finger on one of his large tusk-like-fangs and presses it to my lips, forcing it into my mouth. “There, your strength and control will return to you soon, my Brianna. Swallow, that’s it. You’re such a good girl.”

Sodor’s blood is thick and warm and trickles down my throat, but instead of smelling or tasting metallic like human blood, it carries the scent of petrichor—of freshly fallen rain on the earth. With what strength I have, encouraged by his heady words of praise, I engage my lips and suck as best as I can on his cock-sized finger, helping as much of his blood get into my system to undo the strange, cum-fueled paralysis that afflicts me.

The troll sighs. “That is a beautiful sight, little one.” He gently pulls his finger from my mouth, our gaze unbroken as he licks the puncture wound, sealing it with his magical saliva. “I had fun pleasuring you,” he admits. “But if I’m to bury my cock in your hot mortal pussy, I want you tobegfor it. I want you to want me.” He gently lays me down upon the soft, grassy moss of his island, beneath the swaying fronds of the ancient and gnarled weeping willow.

Through its branches I see the stars and slowly but surely, I feel my bodily autonomy returning to me. It starts with just being able to flex my fingers and wiggle my toes. Then, carefully, as my strength grows, I try to sit up, covered in just the shredded scraps of the outfit I started the day in. Scooching backward on my ass, the dewy moss cold beneath my pussy, I inch back until I’m propped up against the tree.

All the while Sodor watches me, hunkered down on his haunches like a great predatory cat.

Chapter Six

Inhaling deeply through my nose, I stare back, my gaze roving over his immense, muscular form and my cunt clenches inside me. Sodor is beautiful.Terrifying, but beautiful.He’s like a giant inhuman gladiator—all bulk and strength. I have no doubt he could tear the head off a lion without so much as breaking a sweat. His golden eyes are like gleaming pools of molten honey and his thick lips rest alluringly around his large teeth.

Inspecting him more closely, I notice wooden beads threaded into his hair, some of which is braided. He wears black warpaint beneath his eyes, like thick, smudgy, kohl eyeliner, and he sports an array of trinkets and macabre trophies around his neck. “What are you?” I ask, finally gaining my voice back. “Who are you,really?”

Sodor smirks. “I am a warrior where I come from,” he answers. “A great chieftain of a clan a legion strong. My loyalty is sworn to the monarchs of the Shadow Court.”

“Our fairy tales have always implied trolls are solitary folk,” I venture. “Is that not the case?”

The great chieftain laughs. “Trolls live in clans, little one. The only trolls that live alone are outcasts, those who have been exiled and dishonored themselves in the eyes of their kin.”

Licking my lips, I flex my legs, finally able to draw my knees up to my chest. “And are there any mortals in Faery?” I press.

Sodor prowls forward, coming to a stop directly in front of me. “More than you might imagine. The folk are drawn to your kind, for you still carry God’s grace. We are drawn to it like moths to the flame. In the beginning, the Fallen were cast to Hell and those who refused to choose a side became the fae. We were called the Exiled and cast to Earth—but hidden from humans bythe Veil—destined to live side-by-side with His chosen children, but forever apart in exile.”

My brow furrows. “And what becomes of the mortals in Faery?”

“It depends on who gets a hold of them. Some are kept like pets for entertainment and treated with novelty and affection. Others are tortured and hunted by those of us who are still bitter and filled with rage, while some are held as sacred as treasure and taken for wives and partners. Either way, those that live become like us eventually. They have no say in the matter. If a mortal partakes of our food and drink, they become fae, slowly losing their mortality in the process.”

Pushing aside all thoughts of torture, I forbid myself to be distracted from what I desperately yearn to know. “And then these mortals who change … they live forever with the fae?”

“They do. Would you like to come with me before the Veil closes tonight?” he asks with a smile, as if knowing where the conversation was leading all along.

I swallow hard, my guts churning like they’re writhing with live eels. “To be your mate?”

“Indeed, little one. I would love nothing more than to claim you and take you home. But I must make you aware, there is no returning. Ever. If you choose to come with me, you are giving up your life here, among your own kind.”

Wrapping my arms around my knees, I purse my lips. It’s hard to imagine a life other than this. A life without cell phones, Internet, Starbucks, and the nine-to-five daily grind. But a world of magic and wonder awaits beyond the Veil. A realm full of the fae, creatures the likes of which I’ve only ever dreamed. “If I do choose to come with you,” I say slowly, “will I still be me?”

Sodor extends his arm and offers me his hand. “You will physically remain very similar, though certain, unmistakable changes will occur. The fare of Faery enhances natural beauty,so you will become even more beautiful than you already are. And the more we fuck, the more of my seed you accept, the greener your skin shall be. You will look like a curvy, dainty, little troll wench. But not only that, you will be blessed with greater resilience, strength, and speed. Your eyesight and other senses will improve, heightening to give you an edge in the dangerous realms of Faery.”

Fucking hell. That sounds incredible!But despite my love of all things fantasy, I must keep a level head, no matter how hard it might be. “And would I be safe in Faery? Even just going on the fairy tales of humanity, some of the folk are truly monstrous. There are flesh-eating beasts and cannibalistic creatures, not to mention blood drinkers.” I fight to keep my breathing even and calm. Faery, though it is no doubt a place of surreal and ethereal beauty, is likely also home to horrors beyond my wildest imaginings. I would be naïve to think otherwise.

“I will protect you, Brianna,” Sodor says, taking my hand from my knees and pulling me to my feet as easily as if I weighed nothing at all, despite my being a plus-sized woman. “You will be the chieftain’s mate—mine—and the clan is sworn to protect what is mine.”

Wobbling slightly as he steadies me, I lick my lips and look up into his eyes, for better or worse, my mind made up.So much for not being his … butit’s not every day you get a chance to venture to Faery. “What must I do?”

Sodor brushes a curling lock of wild red hair from my face with a surprisingly gentle touch. “To ensure your safety, we must mate, little one. My claim must be staked, or we risk the challenge.”

“The challenge?”

“It is where one warrior fights another to the death for their property, which includes their station, mate, offspring,riches, or whatever else they may possess. In this case, I’d be entering Faery with a beautiful, unsoiled mortal on my arm. There are many trolls in the clan, and countless other denizens of Faery, who would greatly desire to make you their own, Brianna…”

“Me?” I say, the question slipping from my lips before I can think better of it.

“I have seen into your mind, little one. I know how you struggle. You doubt your worth and compare yourself to others. But you are beautiful in your own right and anyone with half a brain can see that. I’d kill without remorse for you. You need only say the word.”

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