Thick fingers threaded in my hair, gently flexing, testing their welcome, tightening to guide my head to the side only when I let out a long moan and my sex clenched and my hips began to wriggle impatiently. I liked it a bit rough, biting my lip to muffle the moan trapped in my throat as he slowly complied.
He tunneled deep to pull back out and glide right back in. I felt stuffed but I knew he hadn’t buried himself ball-smacking deep yet. The sweet torture brought me that much closer. Heat built in my belly, pleasure slowly starting to curl, but then he quit pressing laving licks and hungry kisses along my shoulder and neck, and began to nip and bite.
Right as he was about to pass overthatspot, I froze up. “NO.” In a sudden panic, that single word came out strangled, as terror filled and fear ridden as it could be. I’d mindlessly reacted.
Segrid froze at the sound but his face remained close. He’d been just about to bite overthatspot. He might know. He might see. Pain, sharp like a knife, sliced through me. He’d figure it out and then what?
Trembling for an entirely different reason, fear and embarrassment riding me, I thought he might think me a cock tease of a cow and lift up off of me and toss me out on my ass. My Troll did none of this.
“Sunshine?” he whispered softly. His hand lifted, brushing the hair from my face, and he stared down into my tear burned eyes. “What is this, my Vivienne?” His thick thumb gently smoothed over my cheek, catching a wayward tear. “I am hurting you, my heart?” My Troll looked stricken at the idea.
“No.” My hand closed over his and I shook my head. “Just- Just not there,” I pleaded.
Confusion beetled his brows and he began to lift up.
Shaking my head, I used him rearing up to shift my hair and offer him the other shoulder, the untainted one. I didn’t want him coming anywhere near the mark I kept hidden. “Here.” Urging him back down to me, he only allowed me to guide him back over me after a few long, lengthy sniffs I thought were strangely adorable. He was smelling to make sure I wasn’t still freaking out. “Sorry,” I felt the need to apologize, “but not there. Okay?” Anywhere but there.
Segrid’s gaze kept going to my forbidden shoulder. His hand lifted, where it began to massage the spot. He watched my reaction to him touching the spot like a hawk as his thick fingers roved over it. He missed nothing. It actually felt nice, comforting, soothing, all at once. Soon, I found myself relaxing.
With that madness still buried balls deep inside me, I knew what I’d like to get back to. My hips wriggled as my sex clenched. “I dunno about you,” I murmured, making myself right at home, pressing the side of my face into the furs to peek at him and toss him a come-hither look, “but I think we have some unfinished business to attend to.” I rolled my bared shoulder enticingly. “What say you, my fluffy noggined Troll-squatch, you still up for claiming your Queen?”
As if those were the magic words, Segrid leaned in to press a tender kiss to my nose, then my lips. That slow build started up again as his kiss deepened and he began to move. “My heart, my Queen, you will be my everything,” he punctuated between thrusts, until he was cupping his hand over mine as he began to pound into me, “my sunshine, my female, my…m-m-m-mine.”
Forced to break our liplock so he could lift up enough to angle himself over me better, he told me in great detail exactly what he was going to do to me, what I was to him, what he would be for me, before he began garbling out strange, lyrical words in a weird language I’d never heard before.
I’d just started to come as he finished his odd chant, and I could feel him on the verge of finding his own happy ending, when he struck.
A sharp cry left me as his teeth latched onto my shoulder and buried deep. It was like tingling sparks exploded from him, dusting me from head to toe, and that sweet climax struck, struck, and then struck again, until I was speechless, strange squeaking noises leaving me with the pure force of it.
Something inside me burst, ruptured. Can one implode from pleasure without dying?
The sharp grunts issuing from my lover gave me the impression he was suffering the same never ending orgasmic bliss I was. We both laid there, jerking as we came and came again, until I thought we both might perish from it.
Death by orgasm, now that was the way to go, just, you know, not until we were freaking old, spirits willing.
My skin felt sensitive, too sensitive, and my hearing was odd, like I’d been listening to everything with ear muffs on and someone had just yanked them off.
A slumped heap, we laid there, panting for breath, the sound of our labored breathing echoing in the small space.
“I believe… we have wet ourselves,” Segrid announced, causing me to burst out laughing.
“Wet ourselves?” I chortled out as he pulled back just enough for our bodies to make a wet squelching sound where we were joined.
“What? Do you not wish to be looking for yourself?” I loved when his voice got all oddly accented and deep. It gave me the good kind of tingles. As if he couldn't help himself, he laved the spot he’d just buried his teeth into in the fat of my shoulder, and then began placing gentle kisses there that had me shivering once more.
“I think you mean, we’ve made a mess,” I gently corrected, grinning as he chuffed, huffing a puff of air over my nape that moved my hair.
“Already, my Queen thinks to be telling her King things,” he teased, then nuzzled my neck up to my ear, where he nipped it, and then pressed his cheek to mine in almost a nuzzle. Pecking kisses down the side of my face, back towards my ear, he whispered, his voice husky and shiver inducing, “I am to be liking this, I think.” Just then, a huge, jaw cracking yawn overtook my male.
My male… He wasmymale. I knew this with a sudden fierceness, with every fiber of my being
“I think we’re doing this out of order,” I murmured as he reluctantly separated us, rolling to his side to sprawl out next to me, his softening shaft falling wetly to his thick thigh. God, was he big all over. And, gah, were we a mess. He was covered with our combined juices, as I was sure I was.
“I think we are doing just fine, my tasty bit of sunshine,” he said on another yawn. Blinking his pretty purple eyes, he began struggling to keep them open.
Rolling to face him, I frowned. “Hey, are you okay?” My finger gently poked his side. He barely grunted. “Should I be worried, my treasured Troll?” I was about to ask him if this was all normal, but he lifted his hand as if to wave it off.
“Worry not, my heart. I merely underestimated your siphoning abilities.” He was groggy, fighting hard to keep his heavy lids open. “You are a true equal to your King, a Queen in all the ways I would have wished it…” A soft snore began to erupt from my male like he was half bear. It was the softest yet deepest light snore I’d ever heard from such an animal of a male.
