My hands slid to his shoulders, gripping the hard flesh there to lightly dig my claws in. Segrid’s cock jerked and he let out a deep rumble.
The water began to move around us, as if we were the ones commanding it and it was aiding us in our endeavor. Gently, it caressed my skin, sending me shivering as it danced across my clit, around our joined bodies. Soft gasps left me as we swayed to the rhythm. Sparks were flying off my male so bright and fast, they looked like a thousand tiny fairy lights dancing around me. The more that landed on me to become absorbed into my being, the more heightened my pleasure grew, until I thought if he kissed me one more time I might come from that alone.
Right when I was starting to fear I’d never find the end of him, his balls pressed to my perineum. Mine, I thought triumphantly, but this wasn’t over yet.
“Hold on, honey,” I muttered, hooking my ankles at his back, hooved feet clacking, readjusting my grip on his shoulders, and really began to move.
That first glorious pump and grind had me nearly seeing stars. A sharp cry left me as my body threatened to take off without me, leaving my Troll in the lurch. No. We had to come together.
From all the foreplay trying to get to this point, my King looked like he was about where I was at, a few bumps and grinds from completely losing his shit. My sex clenched around his length as my legs flexed. His cock jerked and a garbled rumble left him. “My Queen,” he panted out, licking his thick lips as his eyes slowly slid shut. His hips began to swivel as I ground down onto him, until we were both groaning deeply. I loved a good, hard, deep fuck. I wanted him buried deep when he came. I wanted to feel his orgasm as mine overtook me.
“Mine,” we muttered in unison, as our bodies began to tremble in tandem. When I came, he wasn’t far behind. Pure, molten pleasure rolled through me, yet I kept grinding my pelvis into his, down on him, until his cock had stopped jerking and I was sore from tackling that mountain.
Troll was getting that worrisome sleepy look again, but waved it off, shaking his head at the look on my face. “You have slain your beast,” Segrid said on a chuckle, “as the saying is going, yes?”
Unable to resist temptation, I kissed his wide, flat nose. “You saying you’re all mine, handsome?”
“I am your handsome, and you have tamed that which you find gorgeous. It finds you irresistible, my Queen, and shall only rise for your occasions.”
“Sweet talker,” I purred, then nipped the tip of his nose, causing him to jerk back, cup his nose, then chortle out a laugh at me.
“I will always be walking on my toes’ tips with you,” he informed me jovially. His smile widened, his eyes twinkling as they got in on it.
My smile fell when his eyes slowly started to droop a little, no matter how much he tried not to.
“I siphoned you again,” I sighed out sadly. Even in here I had that effect on him? Would we never catch a break? Did that mean…
“Never,” Troll growled out, tipping his hand that he literally could read my mind, at least in here. “Always, you and I. There will never be a parting for us,” he assured me. The pissed look on his face, the snarl on his lips, should probably frighten me, but pleasure consumed me at his words.
Reaching up, I brushed my hand across the side of his face. My body hummed as he nuzzled into my palm. His wild hair was still puffed up like a halo of bed head around his thick noggin, even wet like it was. Nothing was going to tame my Troll bonded.
It was on the tip of my tongue to say those words. I felt them. This was that moment. I could feel him, a part of me, that missing piece of my soul, begged for me to finish this. “I’m glad,” I said instead, chickening out at the last moment for some god forsaken reason. Lame, Viv. Lame-o.
“My sunshine, my Queen,” he started to croon, to pause halfway to my lips, his head dipping, to frown. Lips pressing, forming a thin line, those large, luminous eyes narrowed. “He is determined, this one.” The walls of our dreamscape wavered, quivering.Hewas persistent.
As if to piss on my parade, I felt that intrusive nudge again, more insistent than the last.
Growling, pissed and sick and tired of this shit, ofhim, I cried out, “He’s trying to get to me.” A hiss left me. Mentally shoving back, I burst out as the intrusive nudge turned into a jackhammering against my skull, “Aaaah! Why don’t you just leave me the fuck alone?! I don’t want anything to do with you! I never agreed to anything! You don’t own me! Just- Just leave us alone! I hate you! I hate, hate, hate you!!”
Like a bubble had suddenly burst, I popped up, the words I’d been shouting in my dream tearing from my lips.
Eyes wild, my gaze darted about. I was in the living room, on the couch, the TV on low, just as it had all been when I’d fallen asleep. I was drenched, covered in… One sniff told me it was water. My body was sore but I was back to my Human self, my channel aching, limbs trembling, but in the best kind of way. I knew if I stood and had a peek, I’d find some Troll love juice runoff starting to trail down my leg. I’d claimed my Troll. Satisfaction filled me. It was real but it wasn’t, just like my nightmares with… Merely thinking ofhimthreatened to sour my mood.
This dreamscape reality had been different, and not just because my Troll Prince Charming had been there.Hewas… I felthisdesperation, almost fear? I relished the idea of that asshole experiencing even an ounce of the upset I’d been dealing with. Good! I hoped he was pissed!
Scrubbing at my face, contemplating putting on a pot of coffee, I was just standing up when the phone rang.
Answering before I’d thought to let the Caller ID inform me of the number, my mumbled hello was met with angry bellowing.
“How dare you! You are mine! My bride, to do with as I wish! You foolish wretch! I was awarded you, as is my right! You think to forsake me with another?! Your blood runs through my veins! I’ve fed from you! Your life force sustains me! I will murder him! You will know no other but your master! I-”
It washim. Panicked, I screeched, “Go fuck yourself, you dead living turd! You’ll never have another piece of me!” then slammed my cell down, pounding it into the coffee table until there was nothing left. Try and yell at me now, shit head!
The corded phone.
Hopping up, I ran over to it and yanked the phone cord clean from the wall and tossed the base onto the couch. Grabbing the biggest knife we had, the shotgun and a box of bullets, I sat on the couch, waiting.
He was really real. He wanted to hurt my Troll.
