Sleep eventually pulled me under, and too tired to fight any longer, I surrendered to it.
My dreams were heated and terrifying.
Balor’s engorged cock, obscene with its oozing slit and twitching veins, loomed over me. Its shadow swallowed me whole.
Gigantic green fingers wrapped around the shaft, stroking it until cum gushed from its tip like a geyser, molten and steaming.
It was raining monster jizz. Drops the size of my head poured down, viscous and aggressively fragrant.
Balor, king of the giants, was doing exactly as he threatened back in the streets of Cork. Drowning me in his cum. The liquid rose until it was throat level. I tilted my head back and tried to swim to stay afloat, but the liquid was too thick. Like trying to swim in glue.
It was disturbing. The most fucked up part was how there was a part of my brain that was perfectly happy to drown in the hot, soothing nightmare. Happy to suffocate here if it meant never waking up to face the real Balor.
The cum spilled into my mouth, my nostrils. I couldn’t breathe. Choking, I woke up on a gasp, covered in sweat. Balor loomed over me, his evil eye stark against the shadows masking his features.
“Get away from me!” I ripped up a handful of clovers and flung them at him.
He chuckled at my sad attempt at self defense. “Socair tú féin,”he said, his Irish words an attempt to soothe me, wrapped in that dark and dangerous baritone. “Ya were cryin’ in yer sleep.”
“So what?” I snapped, teeth bared. “Did you come over here to get a better view while you jerk off? Do the tears make for a better show?”
“I came over here to make sure ye were safe. Most of the creatures that once called the Otherworld home are extinct, but there are still plenty o’ creepy crawlies about that would love to munch on yer sweet bones.”
I blinked. What was with this guy? One minute he was playing the evil giant, thirsty for revenge, and the next he acted like he had a heart buried under all that fire and muscle.
“You want to keep me safe? Take me home.”
His expression hardened and his fiery beard danced in a flurry of sparks under his sigh. “I already told you. You are home.”
I held back a wave of tears, knowing that Balor wasn’t talking about the magical ruins of his castle. He was referring to himself. Technically, he was right. He was home. If only he’d transform back and I could put my whole heart and soul into pretending this nightmare never happened.
My eyes dropped to the patch of clovers around me, a sickening thought settling over me. “There isn’t a four-leaf clover in here, is there? You’re just fucking with me.”
Balor folded his brawny arms over his chest, amusement gleaming behind his normal eye. “Do you think I can control the Earth, little misfortune?”
“I don’t fucking know. You can shift to the size of a house. You canbea house. How should I know where your magic stops?”
“You findin’ that clover lies between you and the gods.”
Fucking great. So I was wasting my time, because when had the gods ever been on my side? In fact, I was almost certain the gods, or whatever higher power, hated me.
Even so, I had to keep trying. “I’m going to keep looking.”
“And if ya never find yer clover? Will you give yerself to me?” His face was still masked in shadows, but I could hear the smirk in his voice.
I didn’t say anything in response. My answer was for me to turn my back on him and keep sifting through the bed of shamrocks, which stretched through the entire ruins. Clovers covered every inch of ground. I could be searching forever.
“You’re a stubborn and violent thing when ya mean to be,” Balor muttered. “But suit yourself. I’m content to watch you bend over for me in that scrap of fabric barely covering yer wee cunt.”
I flung a hateful glare over my shoulder to see him retreating to his seat on the broken pillar. “I’ll just be over here, thinkin’ about the sweet cream of yourfaighinsoakin’ my tongue.”
“Keep dreaming. I’d sooner die than let you touch me again.”
He answered with a growling laugh, the guttural sound making my insides twist and my core heat.
I’m going to wait this bastard out even if it kills me.
The days passed, blurring into one another. My sleep cycle was shot to hell. I napped randomly but only when my body reached its limit. Eventually, the naps and the food only did so much to rejuvenate me. My mind was starting to slip. The dreams only got worse, more sexual and dark in nature. And always without fail, they starredhim.
