My eyes lifted to meet the giant’s hungry gaze. “You aren’t going to eat me, are you?”
His booming laughter had the wildlife bolting from the flora. “Aw, sweet little human. That’sexactlywhat I’m gonna do. But first I think I’d like to play with my food a bit.”
I scratched and bit at his finger. My acting chops weren’t the best, but they didn’t need to be with how scared I was, being up this high at the complete mercy of this monster.
“Look at ya, my perfect wee toy. So full of fire, yet still so breakable. I promise I won’t play with ya too hard.”
With those words, I was a puddle in his palm.
He rubbed his thumb over my tits, his digit so large I could feel the tracks of his thumbprint scraping my nipples. His other hand dropped out of sight, and I knew he was working to free himself from his pants. I braved a peek through his fingers to see his veiny cock, steel hard and already oozing pre-cum.
Balor lowered the hand he had me nestled in, until I was positioned below his erection.
I had tracked down a couple of monster romance books with extreme size differences to prepare for tonight. While they had definitely riled me up, they hadn’t exactly prepared me.
No amount of reading could have prepared me for this.
It was surreal, staring up at my mate’s enormous green cock. It was so large it blocked out the moon, much of the sky and swallowed me in its shadow.
The giant king’s free hand fisted the base of the mighty appendage, and he started to pleasure himself. He began with slow and steady strokes. The entire time he kept his gaze clamped on me, one eye hungry and the other glimmering around the large strip of tape.
The fact that this was so absurd only heightened my excitement.
Balor stroked himself with one hand while his thumb rubbed up and down my torso, his fingertip flicking my breasts and wedging between my legs to rub my center.
A gasp latched in my throat when his pinky pinned my ankles, anchoring me down.
Fuck. He knew how much I loved it when he held me down.
“Such a pretty doll,” he grunted, mouth twisted into a lustful grin.
His thumb moved back up the length of my body, skimming back over my boobs and this time, pausing to pinch my throat.He applied just enough pressure to make my head light and my pussy wet with pleasure.
My moan came out garbled, which had his fist ramming his cock harder, chasing his release with reckless abandon.
I knew it was coming. I’d had dreams of this, fantasized about it. Still, I wasn’t prepared for the sheer amount of cum that rained down.
The thick giant’s seed came out in an explosion, milky ropes painting every inch of me. It was sticky, viscous and disgustingly erotic. Something about bathing in my mate’s cum—with the way it leaked into my mouth and pussy, coating every inch of me—made me feral.
It filled up his palm, covering my entire body and leaving only my head exposed. He left me there for several moments before lifting me out of this palm and holding me in front of his face.
Cum poured off my body in rivulets, and the rest helickedoff. The giant left no part of me untouched with his thick, sinuous tongue.
When he lapped up the last drop of his seed, I expected that we were done. Then he stuck my whole body in his mouth.
Weeks ago, this would have been my biggest nightmare. Surely, this was how I’d die. Now, there was zero fear as he fit me in his mouth, his lips closing around my throat in the weirdest necklace known to man.
It took everything in me not to pass out from the pleasure. The suction was bliss. His tongue wiggled between my legs, and the tip pushed inside me.
I came within seconds, and my scream could probably be heard from every corner of the Otherworld.
“F—fire and fury,” I cried his favorite curse, the overstimulation of heaven and hell on my overloaded nerves.
When he finally pulled me from his mouth and set me back down on the ground, he shifted to his smaller form.
I slumped in the patch of clovers, chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath with my nerves, my muscles and my brain in a puddle.
“How are ya feeling, wee one?” he said, curling up beside me in the clovers and handing me his blackweed pipe.
