Page 5 of Terrible Desires

Chapter Seven

My heart races at Sodor’s words. No man has ever said something so beautiful and pure to me in all my life. His declaration goes straight to my head, and I feel my courage bolster within me. No one has ever even treated me as worthwhile, let alone sexy! And to think this great, hulkingly handsome troll chieftain finds me so utterly desirable he wishes to spirit me away to another realm to be his mate…

I glance down at his still erect cock. Its length and girth are intimidating to say the least. It seems impossible to take such a beast, but he’s right. Women were designed to birth children, and if I can potentially push a child out into the world, I can surely take his cock.I guess we’ll just take it slow.Licking my lips, an anxious tell of mine, I step toward him, closing the space between us, until I’m able to take his strange, green cock in both my hands. I slide them up and down his shaft, familiarizing myself with its bumpy, textured surface.

Sodor moans, the rumble reverberating through his great barrel chest and up his throat. “God, Brianna. Your little hands work the Devil’s magic.”

I can’t help but smile, my cheeks flaring with heat. “I’ve never been accused of that before,” I say, my smile spreading into a full-fledged grin. “You’re so different,” I muse after a time. His cock in my grasp is akin to holding the body of a wine bottle. My mind drifts to some clips I’ve seen online in the past, and I nod imperceptibly to myself.Yep, definitely seen that done!Ironically, that bodes well for me, given the circumstances.

“How would you like to have me?” I ask, looking up through my lashes at him.

“I would take you in the traditional way of my kind, from behind, as the beasts in the field do. It will allow my seed the most direct route to your womb.”

I swallow hard. “Is it even possible for me to bear you children? I mean, with our size difference and all.”

“I know it to be a tragedy of human history, little one, but no one dies in childbirth in Faery. You will be far stronger than you ever imagined, not only that but the Shadow Court has some of the best healers in the realm. If it appears you need assistance, I will summon it. I hold a lot of sway at court with the Shadow King and Queen and am owed a favor or two if my memory serves. So, I promise you, mate, there is nothing to stop us from building a life together—if you want it.”

“I do want it,” I breathe, surprising myself with my honesty as I absently stroke his cock and drink in his words. “A powerful troll chieftain with sway in the Shadow Court … it seems too good to be true. It’s like my very own dark fairy tale.”

“Youare what is too good to be true, little one. Now,” he says, his voice rumbling. “Get on your knees, pretty girl. My cock aches to be choked by that sweet pussy of yours.”

Without hesitation, I obey. Down on my knees on the cold moss, grateful to have all my faculties and autonomy back, I bow my back and present myself for the troll who will be my mate. Visions of what I imagine Faery to be like overwhelm my mind and my thoughts run away with me. Fae with wings, unicorns, magic, majestic landscapes, warring tribes, beautiful and lustful courts, and danger at every turn. I’ve never been more ready to take a deep dicking. “Please,” I beg, “don’t make me wait. Take me. Make me yours. I want you, Sodor. I want to meet your clan. I want adventure, excitement, and danger! I wantmorethan this.”

“Good girl,” Sodor growls, getting down behind me and pressing the oozing head of his green cock to my cunt. He drags the bulbous head up and down my slick, puffy lips, slowly coating me with his glowing pre-cum. “I dolovehow your pussy looks glowing like that. Your lovely flesh marked with myjuices…” He begins to gently press the head of his cock into my heat.

I shiver as I feel myself stretching to accommodate his giant proportions. The burning smarts and causes me to meter my breathing, but it’s nothing I can’t handle. Not if I set my mind to it. Closing my eyes, I focus on inhaling the cool night air through my nose and exhaling out my mouth. I begin to push back ever so slightly, rocking softly to take him a little more at a time, allowing my body time to adjust to the immense invasion.

“Good girl,” says Sodor, but his voice sounds distant to my ears. “We’re in no rush, tonight, beautiful. But before the Veil closes you will have taken all of me, survived a troll-fucking, and if God has not forsaken us entirely, you’ll be carrying my child.”

Losing myself to the darkness within, I descend into what some might call subspace—the abyss of the Self. I allow my mind to be free, to wander, and focus on nothing but how I feel. The dew-damp moss beneath me, the brisk fall breeze whispering over my hard nipples, grounding me in my own skin. And despite my spiral into internal oblivion, I’m acutely aware of the huge monster behind me, rocking his hips, and burying his enormous cock inside me, one exquisitely agonizing inch at a time.

“Yes,”I whisper in the depths of myself.“I want to give you an heir, a son for the clan!”

Sodor’s purr of arousal fills the night and before I realize it, not knowing how much time has passed, he takes my hips in his hands, bottoming out inside me to the hilt.

I gasp as if drawing breath for the first time as I rise from the abyss to the present moment. My cunt feels so incredibly full. I can’t even think of the words to adequately describe it. I mean, there’s twelve inches of thick, green monster cock up me … it’s not something I ever imagined would be featuring on my bingo card this lifetime or the next!

Chapter Eight

“You fit me like a glove, Brianna,” says Sodor, his voice thick with desire. He growls and spanks my ass with his huge hand, causing my ample flesh to jiggle and ripple with the impact.

I suck in air between my teeth at the mind-melting sting. “I’m not fae, yet…” I warn under my breath. “Don’t break me.”

Sodor wraps his hand back around my hips, his grasp so immense that his fingers reach all the way around my curves to meet once more in the middle.

Even though I’m by no means a slender woman—I have curves for days—he makes me feel small. His enormous proportions are just perfect for me.

“Where’s the fun in that, little one?” he retorts, before slowly withdrawing an inch at a time. Then, without warning, he slams himself back in, burying his cock inside of me and driving the fucking air from my lungs in one fell swoop.

A strangled cry escapes me with the brutality of the impact and the now-familiar burn in the wake of his cock as it stretches me. “Oh, my God!” I can’t hold myself up under his force. So, I do the only thing I can do. I bow my back even more deeply, lowering myself from my hands to my forearms on the mossy earth.

“Oh, mate,” Sodor drawls, trailing a finger down my spine. “You are a feast for the eyes. You look so beautiful with your ass in the air, all vulnerable and prone. I will be committing this to memory, little one.” And then for a time, all conversation ceases and nothing but deep, animalistic groans and growls fill the air as the troll fucks me like the monster he was born to be.

With each powerful thrust he drives the breath from me and my cunt burns with the heinous stretch. I dance upon the fine line of pleasure and pain, my mind a melting pot of anguishand wild rapture. I am puppet of the flesh, a human sheath for a warrior from Faery—a human cock-sleeve for a mighty troll chieftain.

As he continues to rail me, chasing his own pleasure, desperate to sink a hybrid baby in me, I notice the fucking becomes easier. My insides hurt less and less, until I no longer recognize the stretch or burn. There’s just unadulterated, exquisite ecstasy.“How?”I call to his mind, my fingers splayed and clawing at the ground beneath me for purchase.“The pain…?”

“The nodules that give my cock its unique texture secrete pain relief,” he tells me aloud in-between grunts. “God knows we trolls area lotto take!”

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