I wanted to believe him. Maybe a small portion of me did. The more time I spent with Balor, the less this was feeling like torture. This… unsealed bond between us that he kept blaming the gods forwastorture. But he seemed to be doing everything he could to make me comfortable. As comfortable as a monster like him was capable of, anyhow. After all, he brought me to hishome. Sure, it was strange and scary to me, but to him it was safe and far away from those cultists.
Instead of sealing our bond as soon as we were here, he’d made a deal that basically put the pace of when we’d do it into my hands.
He’d been gentler with me, at least as gentle as an ancient evil monster could manage. And while he burned off most of my clothes, at least he’d kept the merch sweater I’d made for the shop. I’d drawn the logo myself and everything. When I had placed the order online, I’d removed the kitten painting and proudly showed the topaz on the wall. Then I’d modeled it for him when they arrived. He knew I loved it, and he could have burned that too to hurt me. But he didn’t.
Maybe Stockholm syndrome was going both ways. Or maybe there was more to this bond we were about to make than I’d originally given credit.
How incredible would it be for this whole fated mate thing to work like it did in my romance novels? It was probably stupid to think this could be anything more than an elaborate trick to break my heart and my body too. And fuck me, if that was his plan, it was working. Still, I hoped. I hoped, I prayed and I opened my mouth and licked my lips in silent invitation.
His rough purr of approval sank straight to my pussy, and the warmth morphed into an inferno when he pushed the tip of his cock past the seal of my lips.
It barely fit. My jaw ached as it was forced apart by the fat cock sliding over my tongue. I braced myself for him to work all of it in, but he pulled out a bit and then shoved back in.
Balor’s tip shoved inside me, barely kissing the back of my throat. Just enough to trigger my gag reflex, which had more saliva pooling in my mouth for better lubrication.
His thrusts started off slow and measured. Then, he picked up a more frantic rhythm.
I didn’t expect to enjoy this. Especially being forced into place by the roots. But there was something about his masculine grunts of pleasure, his fingers twisting possessively in my hair, and that supernatural pre-cum dribbling down my throat that had me shaking with lust.
Balor’s head fell back and he growled at the heavens, his hips pistoning faster, fucking my face, zero fucks given to how little of himself fit inside me. My teeth scraped the veins wrapping his shaft, and the gold bangle snug around his base gleamed, filling my vision every time he shoved himself inside.
I’d never gotten pleasure from sucking a guy off before, but Balor must have had a magic cock, literally. The deeper he drove himself down my throat, the wetter I got. I was dripping from both ends. It didn’t matter that I couldn’t move or breathe. In a way, it pushed my pleasure higher.
“I’m going to come.” Sweat slipped down Balor’s brow. With my head trapped in place, I couldn’t see, but I felt the salty tears dripping onto my face and sliding into my mouth. Salty and rich with a unique flavor. He was fucking delicious, every drop of him.
“I—want—ya—to swallow—every last—fecking drop of me.” Every few words were punctuated with a thrust of his hips. A few more pumps and he was coming with a vicious growl that had me trembling in both fear and pleasure. Ropes of cum shot into my mouth, and I swallowed it down without him having to tell me twice.
“Look at ya, such a good girl fer me. So eager to please yer king.”
His praise—it did something to change my brain chemistry. It was just as addicting as his magic dick. I could guzzle his cocaine-like cum and listen to him call me a good girl all damn day long.
The giant took a step back to admire me. I had to look like a mess. I hadn’t bathed in forever, my hair was wild to say the least. My face was covered in cum.
“Let’s get ya out o’ that sweater.”
I expected him to pull it off himself, but a surprised “Oh!” dropped from my lips when a tree root slipped under my top and pulled it over my head, leaving me in only my socks.
“That’s better,” he grinned, wolfish hunger etching his features as he watched a tendril of cum ooze from my chin to my breast. “Much better. Feck me. Ya look good enough to eat. Wouldn’t be the first McCrum I’ve eaten.”
“Och, calm yerself girl,” he tutted, seeing my face contort with horror. “It was centuries ago. Wee bastard deserved it too. Liked to kill female merrows for fun. One of those types that thought females were evil, especially the beautiful and magical variety.”
The roots released me and I fell to the ground, the soft bed of clovers breaking my fall. I got to my feet, eager to pursue the subject, despite the fact that I was still horny and naked. “You see my ancestors as the evil ones.”
“Of course,” Balor grumbled. “They called themselves monster hunters but they were the feckin’ monsters. Back then, it was easy to enter the Otherworld. Portals everywhere. They came to our home and slaughtered us in droves. They wanted our fertile lands and they wanted us gone. So we waged war. We would have won too, if the Tuatha Dé Danann hadn’t turned on us. They betrayed their own people.”
Suddenly, Balor seemed so tired. It was the first time I’d seen him show any signs of exhaustion since we left Ireland. With a sigh, he retreated back to the corner of the ruins, seating himself in the grass with his back to the broken pillar. “And then they punished me for the failure to protect my people, even though they stacked the odds against me… But when their followers,those cultists, shot at ya, and their bullet broke my curse, I thought maybe they’d finally tired o’ punishing me.”
“Then they punished you again by making us fated mates.”
“I thought so, at first.” Balor’s expression hardened, and he gestured for me to approach with a curl of a green finger.
I did as he asked, stopping just short of him. Even with him sitting in the grass, we were still almost eye level.
“Get in my lap, Maeve.”
Swallowing thickly, I obeyed again by straddling his hips. I stifled a moan when his still-erect cock came to rest against my spread center. The gold cuff was warm against my skin, and I couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like inside me. If it was even physically possible to get it inside me.
I wasn’t sure what to do with my hands, so I rested them on his chest. The thick blanket of smoldering red hairs were pleasantly warm beneath my fingers. He hummed at the contact.
