My curse had been broken, only for the gods to chain me with another, cursed to mate what was supposed to be prey. In my oldlife, I would have been disgraced for such a match. My people would have seen it less odd to be mated to a leprechaun or a pig. Socially unacceptable and logistically impossible.
But my people were extinct, and I’d been living as a house for the last eight centuries. So there was no room for shame. Only curiosity for this tiny mortal.
It wasn’t cold out, but the gentle breeze had her nipples pebbling and blushing a mouth-watering pink. I arched down and sucked on one of the swollen nubs until she whimpered.
Feck me. She made a throaty, animalistic noise when I took her into my mouth. The filthy little sounds she made for me. Her puckered skin flushed and raised with goose flesh. Arousal leaked from her core, covering her plush and milky thighs.
Her parted lips on either end of her, begging to be filled.
Before the battle, before my defeat and the curse that robbed me of my life, I’d been mated before. We hadn’t been fated. Our flames had burned hot during our mating, and it nearly burned half the Otherworld down.
It was giant tradition to fight before each mating, a battle for supremacy. If the male won, he’d stick his cock into his mate’s mouth and make them suckle, like a gold-draped pacifier. It would calm them and their mate's seed would soothe their flames.
Maeve wasn’t a giant and hadn’t allowed her mind to accept me yet. And as a human of this modern age, she’d see this old mating ritual as rape. But she already saw me as a sexual barbarian.
If I fucked her mouth in her sleep, I could ease the ache of our unsealed bond, gnawing at her core.
I undid my belt, thinking how pretty it looked around her throat back in Cork, before letting it fall to the grass.
My length sprung out, ravenous and leaking. I crawled over her, and positioned myself so my knees were on either side of her head.
I barely breathed, so as not to rouse her and gently nudged my tip against her lips.
When her lips parted of their own volition, taking me into her mouth, it took every fiber of my will to keep myself from busting all over her face.
My hand cupped the back of her head, allowing a couple more inches to slip in. I didn’t dare go any further for fear I’d choke her and she’d stir to consciousness.
It was too soon for her to wake up. She needed the seed of her mate and king to calm her. “That’s it, my wee Maeve. Take your mate into your mouth,” I cooed in as soft a voice I could manage with my gravely timbre.
Another whimper. Her eyebrows scrunched together and, for a second, I thought she might turn her head in rejection. But her lips closed around my girth and she suckled me, tongue hungrily lapping up my pre-cum.
“That’s my good little human.” I smirked, my free hand tucking a rogue lock of her wavy blonde hair behind her ear. “If only yer monster hunter ancestors could see ya now.”
I thought it might be frustrating having her mouth on me, knowing she could only fit the tip and nothing more unless I shoved myself down her throat. But the satisfaction of it—even just her milking the head of my cock—ripped through me like a lightning strike.
“T—That’s it... Almost—ugh.”
My balls drew up and my cock pulsed. Hot torrents of milky fluid filled her mouth. There was so much of it, it leaked past the seal of her lips, over her chin, her cheeks and down her throat—as I hoped it would—by the way she coughed and sputtered.
Then, my wee human, covered in my cum and looking like a beautiful mess, opened her eyes.
Chapter Thirteen
Maeve
Iwoke up with the king of the giants’ hand wrapped around my throat like a noose… Panic surged through me as a flood of hot liquid filled my mouth.
Oh.
My.
God.
Balor had beenjacking offintomy mouth while I was sleeping.
Cum pumped into me, covering my lips and streaking down my cheeks. And I was very naked. This magical fucker had managed to take my clothes off without waking me up.
The humiliation. The violation.
