Page 22 of Goblin Candy

His tail slips from my hips reluctantly, but Grimsal pushes up on his elbows to watch me as I sashay out of the room, headed toward the kitchen for the small brick of chocolate stashed in my fridge. This is the good stuff that takes a bit more effort to heat and melt than the widely sold chocolate bars and therefore perfect for my interest. Grabbing the chocolate and a long candle lighter from the altar as I pass through the living room once more, I take my prize back into the bedroom and set both the brick and the lighter on the night stand beside the bed. Grimsal gives them a curious look but grins when I pull out a long length of rope from the stash I keep for my knot magic and eagerly offers his hands to me.

I must admit that his obvious interest in the game excites me. I take each of his hands, drawing them slowly to the bedposts before tying them in place. His tail slips along my thighs and ass as I work, but it’s easy enough to ignore and I slap it out of the way with a laugh when the tufted tip flicks against my nipples. When it does it again, I catch it in my hand, my finger circling over the thick hairs at the tip as I stare down into his heated gaze. He smiles back at me, undaunted, and purrs. I tug on his tail gently and his cock jerks as if it’s attached to it by a line, and Grimsal throws his head back with a moan.

I wrap the end of it around my hand and tug harder as a bit of precum seeps out from the tip of his cock and his hips pump upward in reaction. His eyes roll back as a shiver runs over him. He doesn’t make any demands, but he growls and his lips peel back from his sharp teeth in a snarl as his hips reflexively thrust toward me again. Satisfied that I have his complete attention, I loop some rope around the base of his tail and in several smaller knots along its length until I can pull it up, keeping pressure on it as I tie that too to the headboard. Grimsal hisses, and his back arches. I know it’s pulling further on his tail, and his cock continues to jerk and drip in reaction until his hips drop back down as he lies there panting, his glowing yellow eyes following my every movement as I climb over him and lovingly cup his cock with one hand.

I stroke it, noting the firmness to the small bulges with just the slightest give. A familiar scent of caramel candy apples rises with each pass of my hand, making my mouth water. Bending down, I slide my tongue over the head of his cock, lapping up the fresh trail of precum that spurts against my lips. There is a hint of something sweet and almost apple-like in his flavor amid the tang of saltiness. I trace every drop of his flavor as I explore every bump and vein with the tip of my tongue, exploring the unique anatomy of the male stretched out in offering for me.

As exciting as I find the taste of him, it seems to be having an even more pronounced reaction than I expected. My belly clenches as my pussy fills with heat and a fine tremor runs over me. I feel so empty, and my channel flutters restlessly with a need to be filled.Now.There is no more waiting.

Gripping his cock firmly, hard enough that he hisses with pleasure, I lower myself onto his cock, enjoying the stretch of my inner muscles as its girth burrows deep. At this angle he feels quite a bit bigger and when our bodies finally are flush, I feel possessed entirely by him. We moan together as I tentatively rock in place on him. I’m so full that there is a bit of an ache that accompanies it, but it is a good sort of discomfort rather than the maddening ache of emptiness that I was feeling.

I shift my hips, rocking a bit more, and am nearly knocked forward when his thighs suddenly draw up behind me as he lifts his hips at the last moment to meet my downward drop. I cry out as his cock shuttles home with enough force that I feel him everywhere. I brace my hands on his stomach as I give myself a second to recover from that explosion to my senses before slowly straightening and reseating myself again. He meets my gaze with one of challenge, urging me on as if waiting to see what I’ll do next.

I lick my lips as I drop my eyes from his face and allow them to trail lower. The taut muscles of his neck stand out, but they’re quickly outshone by his impressive chest and abs with all their yummy muscles stretched out and rippling with his subtle movements. I reach over for the chocolate brick and the lighter, the shifts of my hips grinding him deeper into me and eliciting a hiss of pleasure from the male beneath me. He presses deep against my womb as I straighten again and grin down at him. Circling my hips absently to rouse our pleasure, I ignite the lighter and bring its flame close to the chocolate. The puddle that forms at the top accumulates slowly, and it’s deliciously hot when I tip it to allow the heated chocolate to drip and drizzle over his chest and belly.

Grimsal’s cock jumps inside of me with the contact of the chocolate and his hips pump up and drop, rutting me from the bottom as more chocolate sprays out over him in consequence. I gasp as he hits a spot exactly right deep within me, and drop the chocolate brick onto the bed beside us as my channel convulses hard around his cock. Grimsal hisses and pumps faster, his hips snapping beneath me. Though I try to leverage my weight to control the situation, all that does is push him deeper and harder and stimulate my clit against his pubic bone so that my eyes roll back with pleasure. Unable and uninterested to keep myself in place when he is fucking me so hard and when there’s such an incredible treat in front of me, I fall forward gratefully to brace myself over him.

I suck the chocolate from his skin, alternating with the strokes of my tongue lapping up the thicker pools of sweetness. He growls as my teeth graze one pectoral and its perfect nub of a nipple covered in the dark elixir, and it just makes my channel clench around him, my pleasure running higher as his cock pumps into me with an inhuman desperation. It’s beyond what I can keep up with, so I feast and enjoy the double pleasure as he snarls and growls and moans beneath me, lost in the oblivion of pleasure that sweeps over both of us. There is nothing but sensation and flavor.

Cooling chocolate swirls over my tongue as his cock pounds until I’m riding out yet another orgasm, and another. I tremble over him, his captive even though he is the one tied. His cock slams harder into me with a frenzy when I begin to bite and suck his skin sharply into my mouth, his purrs of pleasure of filling my ears. I’m certain that I’m getting pretty covered in chocolate at this point too when my nipples tease against his muscles with every coming together of our bodies.

I quake over him, open completely to his rut as my orgasm climbs again. My pussy ripples as something winds deeper and hotter within me and the sensation spreads up my back with every drive of his cock deep into me. When I finally shatter, I come with a scream and am unable to make out Grimsal’s sharp demand in my ears.

“Candy, get up. Now!”

I blink as his words register, his cock throbbing hard as it swells within me. His hips snap up so hard that I fall forward onto his chest, my body still trembling with my orgasm as I hear his growl rumble through him as his hips continue to pump into the air. He comes hard, the spray reaching halfway up my back, and I realize that the violent kick of his hips has been pulling on his tail the entire time. He quivers beneath me still even when he has given all the seed he has to give, and I reach up with fingers weak from pleasure to release the bindings on his wrists and tail. His arms drop around me and his tail cups me beneath my ass, holding me to him despite our sticky state, as his lips brush my brow affectionately. He purrs but this time a sound of contentment as he holds me, and I feel so closely connected to him that I feel a keen loss when he finally unwinds himself from my grasp and rises from the bed.

I turn to watch him stand and bite my lip. “You don’t have to go. Stay.”

The look he gives me is contemplating, and I know he’s tempted because I see the conflict in his eyes, but he shakes his head and smiles regretfully down at me. “You are far too tempting. I would not be able to resist.”

“Who says you have to?” I challenge with a suggestive wiggle of my brows.

He grins but shakes his head. His fingers brush my cheek for a moment, but then he leans down to plant a kiss there too. “It is all as it must be. Sleep well, my sweet. I will return in the morning.”

I frown at him but sigh. “Okay, but don’t forget the pumpkins. They’re still in your car.”

A warm chuckle meets my words. “I will bring them up before I leave.”

Rolling over in bed, I try not to be too obvious with my ogling as I watch him dress. “Bring mine, but you have to take yours. It will keep the bad spirits away.”

He grins at me over his shoulder. “Do you think I require human magic like this to protect myself? Even fairies know well enough to avoid me,” he teases. At my scowl, his expression softens. “Very well, my sweet, I will set up the pumpkin lantern in my room after I bring yours up to ward away all such mischief outside of my own.”

I smile up at him as he leans to kiss me once more. “There is no protection from your mischief, huh?”

“I’m afraid you are way past the point of safe return, my sweet. There is no saving you from me now,” he growls as his lips descend to capture mine.

Strange how escaping him is the last thing on my mind. I would be happy to be captured by him forever… if only he would stay.

CHAPTER15

GRIMSAL

The pumpkin is mocking me. Its ridiculous smile laughs at me after passing the entire night in misery in my own bed instead of curled up around the warm body of my mate. I have not bothered to put a candle in it as I did for my mate. Hers burned safely through the night, enchanted with an extra bit of goblin magic to aid it to keep her safe. With the living spirit of a flame possessing it, it no doubt would have been unbearable company. Tomorrow, I will light it, however, so that its spirit might follow after me and help disguise my trail when I leave here for the final hunt. No point in exhausting its magic before then.

“Tomorrow then, dear pumpkin Jack,” I say, saluting its sneering grin with a flick of my fingers.

I’ve waited late enough into the morning that the sun is well overhead when I finally leave the hotel. As is typical for a male entering into rut, my need for sleep is lessening to an alarming degree. I did not sleep at all last night. I couldn’t, my need to chase and claim my mate haunting me. She nearly did me in with her little game last night.

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