“Alright people give us your money!” Lapis sang out, clapping between each word as he sauntered back and forth at the front of the deck. The people didn’t move.
“Listen to Lapis or I’ll tell my ogre to eat you!” I yelled over their racket. Everyone began scrambling and screaming as their shaky fingers pushed their goods at us. Thracker smiled at me. He didn’t really eat people. I mean not civilians…usually.
Back on the yacht Thracker and I moved into the deluxe suit, dropping bags of gold by the door. I climbed on the bed, crawling in a way that made my ass sway. Thracker was never late to a fuck. His hand grabbed my hips and flung me around. I landed on my back with a sigh, lifting my arms above my head and spreading my legs. He shifted his weight and the entire ship swayed. My bathing suit gave a sharp snap as he pulled it from my body.
There was a beam on the ceiling of this room, right where the bed was. Which meant I couldn’t see Thrackers' face. He was so tall it marred my view from the neck up of him. He was an anonymous giant right now. A thick brute who’d destroyed my clothes and was now rubbing two thick fingers between my legs.
A groan rumbled from my throat and I writhed on the bed. My clit was being ground against by his exploring hand. My wetness coated the tips of his fingers and he growled, shoving his loincloth below his first dick and fisting it in his hands.
I sat up in bed and shifted to the edge, wrapping both hands around his massive girth. My lips settled on the head of his cock, tasting his excitement on my tongue as I felt the veins of his cock throbbing in my hands. I worked him over, twisting my hands around his length, enjoying the ridges of thick veins as I sucked on his tip.
“Sammie,” he groaned, his words rumbling down into my bones. I was so wet I was drenching the blankets beneath me. From this angle, I could look up and see his red eyes looking down at me. Sometimes I caught him looking at me with softness, like now. To think I could break an ogre down to reveal such emotion was empowering and elating. I thought I probably looked at him that way too though.
“Fuck me,” I rasped. Working always made me so horny. It was equal parts the thrill and seeing him standing above a wave of humans—comparing his size and strength and ferocity to common men. Fucking right after a job had become our ritual.
Thrackers' hand landed on my chest and shoved me roughly. My back bounced on the bed as I felt his cock slap the mound between my legs. He was gripping the base of his length and operating his cock like a club, pounding between my legs up and down before he pulled his hips back and lined up.
“Bare down,” he growled, the only warning I got. My hands slammed onto the bed, grasping at the blankets and sheets with the hardest grip I could. His cock inched between my folds, one agonizing second at a time, peeling me apart. I could feel my pelvic bones shifting, spreading slightly. My teeth ground together and I groaned as he kept forcing his way into me.
This was the most thrilling part—when my body bucked and fought. I was burning up, sweating even. My thighs shook and my hips tried to thrash and wiggle away. Thracker grabbed hold of my middle, his fingers wrapping around my waist entirely as he held me in place.
He never paused while pushing into me. Never gave me a break. I loved this dazzling painful exhilaration as a beast took what he wanted from me, even if we didn’t really fit. He’dmakehimself fit.
He did that now, pressing his hips forward and holding me as my body relented, finally giving up the fight. His head popped inside me and I gasped, the burn exquisite. Thracker roared and goosebumps popped over my skin. God I was sopping wet now, panting and shivering from making him roar just from breaching me. My pussy strangled the head of his cock and he shuddered.
Thracker pressed his thumb against my middle, beneath my rib cage, and then plunged into me quick and dirty. We watched as the outline of his cock barreled into me. The end of the bulge slammed into his thumb and Thracker rubbed it through my body, groaning and swirling his hips. I could barely breathe, the pressure on my lungs making me gasp for full breaths that barely came.
“What a tight fucking cunt,” Thracker growled, pulling himself back out. I felt hollow, like a cored fruit. Then he slammed back in, hitting where his thumb held steady on my body. He rubbed his head again and I could feel him throbbing everywhere inside me. I was stretched so entirely around his cock that my clit was pressed against his shaft, rubbing against his green length as he pulled out and slammed back into me over and over.
My body was stretched beyond its normal means as I clenched around the cock in pleasure. My hands went to my belly and I rubbed up and down on the bulge.
“Good little human,” he rasped. “You like being my cock sleeve, don’t you?” I nodded. I could barely talk, out of breath as he moved into me deeper than ever before. God, he might kill me. I felt faint and my body ached but it was the best pleasure I’d ever had. He bucked into me and I groaned, my clit rubbing down the extra-long length and demanding ecstasy even as he fucked me like a toy.
The orgasm built through the extremes my body was being forced into. This was everything. It was nirvana. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as the giant beast growled and grunted between my legs, shuddering and thrusting as I strangled his cock with my body.
“Such a good human hole,” he growled as my clit rubbed across his shaft. Despite the pain and stretch the pleasure won, breaking forth in an explosion. My entire body clenched around him as I started to come. He roared so loud I gasped and bucked, fight or flight kicking in even as I moaned and gushed on his cock. He shoved deep into me and throbbed. My entire body throbbed with it, feeling the hot gush of his cum explode inside me. He was as deep as ever and I could swear the taste of his cum was in the back of my throat.
Bliss settled over me, shaking me to my core until I was jerking in aftershocks. I’d never get this type of extreme fuck from anyone else. Hell, I didn’t want to. Thracker pulled out and sticky green juice gushed from me, coating my thighs in thick monster cum.
Everyone knew who I was. Monster Island Season 4 champion. The felon that won the show by fucking an ogre. There wasn’t a person alive who wasn’t craning their neck for another taste of the salacious show Lapis had streamed live for them.
They claimed they were outraged at first. Sickened enough to fill their shoes with vomit. But when Monster Island got back on its feet and brought them season five there was an air of disappointment when no one presented their hole to a horny monster.
Every prime-time watcher was left clutching their remotes, deflated in their chairs. They were missing the shock and awe the show normally brought them. There was no coming back from watching someone railed within an inch of their life by a giant green ogre.
That was why the boat took a sharp turn as Thracker landed beside me on the bed, completely spent. He pulled my body on top of his and calloused fingers massaged my thighs.
“You make me see red,” he grunted, eyes closed.
“Red?” I asked, drawing circles on his chest.
“I go berserk when I’m inside you, the only thing I can do is fuck you until your cunt has milked every wet drop from me. There is no other thought in my head.” I chuckled, pressing a teasing kiss to the deep green nipple near my mouth. He grunted and gently smoothed his hand down my back. The boat kicked up speed.
“Ready to be a tv star?” I asked sarcastically. Monster Island Season Six was starting tonight. In a brash and insane twist the producers not only asked Lapis Lane—now rumored pirate—back on the show, but little old me and the ogre who’d taken me on live tv.
Everyone was outraged, screaming about the moral decay of the world, offended, sickened…but had their TVs set to record the show in record numbers. It was going to be the biggest season yet. People were salivating for a chance to be thrilled, disgusted, outraged, horny, and fucked up from the comfort of their homes.
“I was already a tv star,” Thracker said. He didn’t really care what we did. He followed my vision with a grunt, willing to tag along to the edge of the world without question. I loved my ogre, loved the love he had for me. Loved that even if I was his “crazy bitch” he went with it all.
