He forced me through another orgasm, this one so intense all I could do was twitch and scream some more.
“Ya sound like a wee beastie with yer wild sounds. Tasty, but they aren’t exactly encouragin’ me to stop, are they?”
The fucking bastard. He knew full well that I didn’t want to stop. It was too much and somehow not enough at the same time. This beast of a man was pushing me past my limits and creating new ones all on the same heated breath.
It wasn’t until he made me come a third time that he finally let up. He pulled his fingers from my pussy with a sound that might have been embarrassing if I wasn’t so busy trying to scoop my remaining brain cells together.
He held up his fingers, strings of my cum stretching as he parted the digits. “Fire and fury. That was beautiful,trua beag.”
He slipped into Irish, muttering to himself beneath his breath as he took me in.
I looked up at him, trying to catch my breath. “You—b–bastard.”
Balor grinned in response and leaned down to kiss me. I didn’t think he was capable of the tender way he pressed his lips to mine. It caught me off guard. He pulled back and I gave him asmile. His eyes dropped to my mouth, and that sweet look in his eye was gone in an instant.
There was no time to collect myself, no time to catch my breath. The roots released me and he spun me around, positioning me so his mouth was level with my pussy and I was eye-level with his raging hard-on.
“Open wide,” he rumbled.
The giant king didn’t give me a chance to obey. The moment the words left his mouth, he rammed his cock into my mouth, grunting as my teeth scraped his shaft. This time he wasn’t as gentle.
His cock hit the back of my throat and I gagged, which turned into a strangled moan when I felt his mouth on my center, tongue hungrily lapping at my swollen clit. Instead of using the roots to pin me down this time, he captured my ankles in his huge hands and held them against the rib bone to keep me still. Not that I had the energy for so much as a wiggle. I surrendered to him, allowing him to fuck my face hard and fast while his tongue slithered inside me.
“Good girl,” Balor groaned into my pussy as I worked my tongue along his shaft as best I could. “You’re taking me so well.”
The deep and guttural pleasure in his voice paired with his tongue swirling around my inner walls had me coming in seconds. My muffled scream around his cock had him throbbing against my tongue, spurting his release deep into the back of my throat.
Even after he came, he held me there, keeping me penetrated on him—both ends filled and dripping.
A strange calm fell over me as my limbs went limp, allowing the moment to wash over me as my heart rate fell back to normal.
When he pulled out of me, he turned me around so I was right side up again. He kissed me, his tongue licking my lips, and hehummed when the taste of both of us hit his taste buds. “Ready to take all of me now, wee one?”
I wasn’t sure I would ever be ready. Physically it seemed impossible. Maybe it was my monster fucker sensibilities, the urge to finally seal our bond, or the fact that I was cum-drunk and eager for more. Whatever it was, it had me nodding my head.
“Use yer words, girl. Let me know how eager ya are to have me inside ya.”
“Fuck me, please. I… I need you inside me.”
He shook his head, chuckling. “You can do better than that.”
I swallowed hard, steeling my nerves. “Bend me over. Fuck my cunt.Please—”
Chapter Seventeen
Maeve
Balor gripped me by the waist, squeezing a gasp from me, and plucked me off the rib bone. He repositioned me so my feet were planted on the ground—or at least on a bunch of roots that emerged from the soil to give me a good foothold—and my tummy flat against the giant rib bone. Bent over with my backside exposed.
“Too bad giants and humans can’t reproduce. Ya look so fecking breedable, bent over fer me like that,” he growled, the wolfish hunger in his voice making my pussy drip.
He dragged his claw-like nails up the back of my thighs and over the swell of my ass, hard enough to leave marks. It was a sweet sting, the kind that had me moaning in pleasure.
There was a rustle, and on the next beat, a sizzle and a plume of smoke wrapped around me. “Here, take a puff of this before we start.”
I twisted my head to see him handing me a pipe that looked like it was made of magic, judging by its translucent glow. “What is it?”
“Blackweed. Grows wild here. I believe ya have a plant similar in yer world.”
