Page 6 of Terrible Desires

Thankful for small mercies, I lose myself to pleasure. In the absence of such all-encompassing pain, I canfeelmuch more acutely. The bumps on his cock seem to not only offer relief, but their strange formations enhance my pleasure. The soft, natural ribbing of my cunt grips them, undulating around them as they pound in and out me at unholy speed. “Oh, my God. Fuck, yes!” I gasp out, my voice breaking on a strangled cry. Sodor’s cock is life. His vicious and unrelentless assault is everything. I’ve never felt so wanted, so desperately needed,ever.

I feel like a goddess of old, a voluptuous, unapologetic, and fertile beacon of femininity and womanhood to be worshipped and adored. “Yes, Sodor!” I beg like a mewling bitch on heat. “God! Fuck me harder, please! I’msoclose!”

The war chieftain reaches forward and grabs my long hair, sweeping it up in a single deft movement into a ponytail that he grips hard like the reins of a horse. He pulls, forcing me back up onto my hands and deepening my posture.

I hiss at the sting as it dances across my scalp but moan a second later at the delicious and different angle of penetration.

Sodor thunders into me, but he doesn’t stop there. Hepulls me by my hair again, until I’m standing upright on my knees before him. Abandoning my locks, his enormous hands roam my practically naked body. He gropes my breasts and tweaks my nipples, causing me to arch my back against him and whimper as I bear down upon him in an attempt to escape his cruel affections.

Glancing down, I can see the outline of the troll’s monstrous cock inside me as he fucks me. It’s as terrifying and obscene as it is absolutely gush-inducing. “Oh, my God!” I cry out, my release crashing over me like a tidal wave. It drags me under, and I lose myself in the moment. My cunt contracts and I spasm like a cut snake against him, writhing and shivering in his strong grasp.

The troll growls as my pussy quakes all around him, and I squirt again, unable to prevent it even if I tried. “Fucking hell,” Sodor snarls. “You have no idea how good you feel. I need more!”

“More?” I gasp, my head fallen back against his rock-hard, green abs.What does he mean, more?My mind reels, tumbling through the chaos of my ecstasy, his voice echoing in my ears like a broken record. More. More. More …I can’t take any more!

But no fucks are given by my giant green lover. He wraps his hand around my throat, squeezing before his cock-sized fingers find my clit. He tortures me, teasing and rubbing, until I’m a shuddering mess.

I moan and gasp, wanton, and lost to our forest enshrouded, lakeside passion as darkness dims my vision. A second orgasm builds within me, and I buck and whimper as it comes down upon me with the speed and ferocity of a bullet train. “Fuck!” I scream, my throat straining against his grasp, my voice swallowed by the night, as my stomach tightens. My cunt explodes with a second wave of pleasure that steals the verylegs from under me. I spasm uncontrollably—almost as if I were having a seizure—flopping about in his arms like a fish on dry land. Then my eyes roll back in my head, and I hang limp and exhausted in his arms, unable to do anything but go with the current and allow it to carry me away.

Sodor releases my throat, his mighty roar filling the clearing as he comes, the sound like thunder, deafening me and scaring all manner of nocturnal life from the trees around us. The disgruntled hoots of owls, the startled shrieks of bats, and the squawking of frightened birds join him, adding to the chaotic cacophony of our unholy and monstrous post-orgasmic music we’ve created together beneath the All Hallows’ Eve moon.

His glowing green seed pulses within me and my body milks him for every last earthy drop. He quakes and heaves, his fingers tightening painfully on my pale skin as he rides the convulsions of his release like a bucking bronco.

I’ll probably be covered in bruises by the morning, I muse to myself. But I understand and I scarcely mind. If his orgasm felt anything like the two I just experienced, it’s amazing that he’s managing to remain upright, because I sure as hell have nothing left!

Chapter Nine

Sodor carries me through the forest, cradling my spent, buxom form to his chest, and shielding me from the damp and cold.

“Where are we going?” I ask, eyes closed as I nuzzle into his heat. I can’t believe how safe I feel with my troll chieftain, but I do unequivocally.Why did I ever think to resist this?

“It is the early hours before the dawn, mate, and soon the sun will rise. We must be through the Veil and in Faery before it does, or I will turn to stone and you will be trapped here among the humans, possibly pregnant with a monstrous child. I do not wish that fate on either of us.”

“Our child will be monstrously beautiful,” I say with a smile and a sigh. “I can only hope his being part mortal is not a disadvantage to him as he grows.”

“You may be mortal at this moment, little one, but during your pregnancy you will be in Faery and nourishing your body and our baby with its fruits. Our child will inherit only your strengths and mine. The troll race is one of dominant genes. A sickly or weak troll is almost unheard of—even amongst half-breeds”

My heart flutters at his words. “If we’re running out of darkness, why are we leaving the forest?” I press once more. “Shouldn’t we be going straight to Faery? Why are we taking such a risk?”

“We will make it, mate, I promise. I’m taking you back to your cabin so you can fetch your belongings. There may be some things you desire to take, because once we pass through the Veil they will be lost to you.”

I lick my lips and reach up a hand to stroke tenderly along his strong jawline as he continues to lumber along at pace. “You are far sweeter than I imagined you could be,” I admit. “This isvery thoughtful of you. Thank you.”

The troll rumbles in his chest. “It is nothing,” he says. “It’s the least I can do. It will take time for you to adjust to your new life, and it will be an easier transition if you have some small, familiar items of comfort to cleave to.”

Sooner than I expected, we’re crossing the stone bridge and Sodor carries me up to the red-painted door of Cabin Thirteen. “Can you stand, mate?” he asks, lowering me carefully.

I purse my lips and nod. “I think so.” Once I’m on my own two feet, I feel a hot rush of thick fluid spilling from between my legs. With horror I look down to find my inner thighs coated in a bright, glowing green slick. “Oh, no!” I panic.

“Be at peace, little one,” Sodor soothes, resting an enormous hand on my small shoulder. “We trolls come in copious amounts. I’m sure my most prized seed has found its mark by now. Fear not. The rest is excess. Do what you must.”

I take a deep breath and push open the cabin door. There’s no way Sodor is getting inside. “I’m sorry—” I begin to say.

“Fetch your things, little one. I will wait here.”

With a final glance at the sky, I rush into the cabin and start repacking my things, shoving all the little luxuries I possess and what clothes I brought with me back into my overnight duffle bag. In under five minutes I’ve packed everything. With a desperate look backward at the bathroom, I make a last-minute decision.

Running into the shower, I tear off the last vestiges of my previous outfit and turn on the hot water full blast. Using my hands roughly to slough away all the dirt and cum that covers my skin, I don’t allow myself more than a minute.There’s no time to luxuriate!Scrubbing my body roughly dry with a complimentary towel, I throw on my boots, a knitted dress that hugs my curves, and snatch my coat from by the door when a final thought occursto me.

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