His free hand wrapped around my thigh, keeping me pried open for his invasive gaze. I was grateful that he had his eye patch covering his evil eye. I felt exposed enough.
The giant dove down, tongue flicking out to paint a lick from my folds to my anus. I jerked in his grip with a gasp and was met with an evil grin, close enough that I could feel it curl against my flesh.
Molten bliss zapped up my spine. In a matter of seconds, I was reduced to a quivering mess of moans and pants and pathetic pleas that fell on merciless ears.
Balor ate me out with all the zeal of a rabid animal. He groaned against my swollen clit like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted.
My nerves exploded with pleasure so intense, it temporarily drowned out the voice in my head screaming at me to get away from this monster the first chance I got.
“Fuck…” I wanted to close my eyes but I forced them open, keeping them peeled for any cars coming up the street. So far, there was no sign of life. Part of me was glad. Forget the fact that I was exposed, my back flat on the cold pavement. If someone came along, how was I supposed to explain the mythological creature between my legs? Or the two dead bodies laying in the empty lot where my store should have been?
The other part of me—the one getting quieter by the second—hoped someone would come along to rescue me. It was just my luck, or lack thereof, that the street was empty.
There was so much strength packed behind the giant’s tongue. He set a ferocious rhythm against my skin, with the plump appendage swirling over every inch of my labia, slathering a lick over my clit before plunging into my pussy and repeating the sequence.
His pace picked up. Deeper and deeper his tongue dove.
I thrashed against his hold and his grip turned bruising.
His tongue wriggled inside me, the tip teasing my G-spot and his rumbling laugh sunk straight to my core, turning my nerves to goo.
Balor mumbled something in Irish, a broken curse. I ripped my attention from the street, daring to peek at the beast devouring me whole. At this rate, he’d eat me until there was nothing left.
Fat beads of saliva oozed down my thighs and soaked into my skirt. His obscene slurping noises made my blush burn hot.
I tried to bite back the embarrassing sounds crawling up my throat. They slipped out, strangled and swollen.
The giant pulled his tongue from me with a wetplopand pinned me down with a diabolic grin, his nostrils flaring.
“Ya fecking like that more than ya thought, don’t ya, wee one?” His voice was dark and full of grit. “Now come for me.”
“T–then, you’ll let me go?”
Another guttural laugh had my inner walls fluttering. “Don’t be a fool. I’ve waited ages for this. Yer family took everything from me, forced me to serve them for centuries. Now, the last of their blood servesme.”
Chapter Nine
Maeve
Iwanted to spit in his eye again, but he was back inside me, pumping his tongue into me at a pace that had tears spilling down my face. I wanted to fight the orgasm out of defiance.
There was no fighting it off.
The orgasms slammed into me with a devastating force, my muscles spasming and my pussy clamping down on his tongue.
It wasn’t until I came back down from the forced euphoria that Balor withdrew from me. He set me on the ground and I melted onto the cool pavement.
I made the mistake of thinking it was over.
The rustling of fabric had me lifting my head to see Balor unbuckling the strap of leather holding up his patchwork trousers.
My eyes widened as I watched. “What are you doing with that?”
“Leashin’ you so you don’t skitter off.” He looped the makeshift collar around my neck and gave it a testing tug. “Should have done the same to my other pet.”
I blinked. “Your other pet?”
“Gilly, the shop cat.”
