“Relax and swallow,” he instructed me in a deep voice that had my stomach rolling and my thighs clenching. His grip was looseenough to allow me to swallow but hard enough to warn me should I disobey. “I want you to drink every drop.”
My vision swam as hot tears rolled down my cheeks, mixing with the cum gushing past the seal of my lips around his girth. Why was he doing this? I wanted to ask him, but with my mouth full it was all I could do not to choke to death on the giant monster dick invading my throat.
“It will comfort you,” he said, as if he could see the question burning in my eyes.
My pulse rammed into my ears like a jackhammer.Comfort me? What kind of mindfuck game was he playing at?
With a grunt, he pulled his cock from my mouth, drawing a thick string of cum with it until it snapped and coated my breasts.
“I–It’s cum, not warm milk y–you fucking pervert,” I managed to choke out.
His mouth bent with a dark grin, one that didn’t deny the accusation. “Giant seed has more uses than a human’s. Anyway, you were begging me to soothe the ache between your legs. Other than fucking your cunt, there’s no other way to ease the pain of an unsealed bond.”
“We had a deal!” I tried to sit up but Balor kept me pinned down, hand firmly wrapped around my throat. “You said I had until I found a clover…”
“Our deal is the only fecking reason I’m not bullocks deep in your mound right now, girl.”
“But—”
His hand lifted from my throat to clamp over my mouth and he leaned down until the tips of our noses were practically touching. His hot breath feathered my cum-stained lips. “You waste anymore of my seed by runnin’ yer mouth and there will be hell to pay.”
I tamped down the urge to be defiant, knowing it wasn’t in my best interest if I wanted to make it back to Ireland alive. So I swallowed down what was left of the giant’s cum. It was thick and oozed down my esophagus. I expected to gag, but I was caught off guard by how much I didn’t hate the sensation.
In an instant, I felt warm and fluttering, like it was some kind of party drug leaching into my system instead of monster jizz. “What’s happening to me?”
“I told you, giant’s cum has its uses. Should take the edge off.”
“Edge off what? Youkidnappingme? No, I don’t think you jacking off into my fucking mouth and forcing me to swallow your cum will take the edge off that.”
Even as I spoke, as much as I wanted to fight back, my body felt like it was turning to goo and my mind started to spin like a kaleidoscope.
“What are you runnin’ yer mouth about?” He scoffed, finally releasing me from his hold to push to his feet. “Ya’ve have nothing to complain about. Ya could be dead right now,wouldbe dead, if the gods hadn’t cursed me to be yer mate.”
I hated how much my insides fluttered when he loomed over me like that with his smoldering hair crackling and his gold jewelry swaying in the gentle breeze.
This is what I got for reading all those monster romance novels: an attraction to what was—when you got down to the brass tacks of it—my house and business.
“I wish you would have killed me…” I sniffed, hot tears rolling down my cheek.
“Careful what ya wish fer in the Otherworld, girl. It might come true.”
“Fuck you.” My voice was so weak now, my words were hardly more than a sleepy whisper. The cum was taking hold of me, making my body heavy and my mind light.
Balor chuckled. “Ya will soon if ye don’t find me that four leaf clover.”
Since I’d arrived in the Otherworld, my dreams had been sexual and erratic. Balor’s cum had somehow poured fuel on the fire. My half-crazed mind invented its own monster porno, starring me and my captor.
Our limbs were a confusing tangle, smoldering copper hair wrapping my naked body in fire, making the beads of sweat on my skin glisten. Then the dream would change, and I was back in the antique shop, sitting on the counter naked with my legs spread. Facing the evil eye mounted on the bronze shield with the kitten painting propped against the wall beneath it. The building groaning as I furiously fucked myself with my fingers.
“What do you think of this, Balor?” I asked, the same line I’d used before when modeling my outfit to what I thought was nothing but a family heirloom.
I woke up to find my fingers on my clit.
Fuck. I’d been touching myself in my sleep.
Masculine grunting had my attention veering to the corner of the ruins to find Balor lounged on the toppled pillar, his back resting against one of his collapsed castle walls with his dick in his hand.
I sat up, pulling my sweater—the only piece of clothing he’d left me—over my hips. “Stop doing that,” I snarled.
