At this point, I kept running, until my lungs were on fire and I had cleared his property. Keeping to the woods, I kept going, ignoring him as he bellowed after me as I crossed his property line. I wasn’t sure who I was running away for, protecting my masochist of a male from terror jumping me into zapping his ass, or myself.
Mostly for him, I told myself, ducking, dipping, diving, and dodging.
Chapter 9
Segrid
Imay have erred, I realized, chasing my female through the backwoods, along my fellow Paras’ properties. My female was so vexed and jumbled with my latest attempt to help her, she was almost to my mistress and her male’s home.
“My heart!” I tried to call after her, not wanting to pop up and scare her once more.
Giving up on going for subtle as my Earthen temptress’ muddied body began to dry, leaving her vulnerable to curious eyes—MINE—I slunk into the earth, accepting it as it did me. She was right in the Werewolve’s backyard, crossing the back of his house. Popping up from the opposite end, I rushed her, coming at her to scoop her up and toss her over my shoulder. The look on my Queen’s face had me bursting out laughing. I couldn't have helped my reaction if I’d tried. Her sweet face had transformed, soft lips forming a small O, swirling aqua blue eyes churning with silver, gold, streaks of purple and green, widening.
“You great big oaf!” she barked, and began to pound on my back. Oh, the way she squirmed. My cock ached as she writhed about. Her thick legs kicked, which just excited me more. Her arousal thickening as we rounded the corner of the house, away from the prying eyes I could feel on us, I lifted my hand to crack it across her large, rounded bottom. A sharp noise that made my ears ache left my Queen, but then she began to squirm in my hold for an entirely different reason.
Once we were near the woods, I went to set her down, but she immediately clapped a hand across my chest and blindly turned to run. Lust filled her eyes, her sharp teeth peeking as she began to lose her hold of her Human form.
Chasing after her, knowing how quickly this could devolve, I gave in to the urge to do what I’d been dying to the moment I’d caught her up.
“My Queen,” I rumbled out low, cupping her face to press my lips to hers.
Vivienne froze, my sweet sunshine all fight for moments longer, before she was soon hungrily advancing on me. Our tongues met, tangled. Her little hands grabbed at my ass. Mud swirled around our legs, until soon we were hip deep in it, and she was pushing me to my back.
“My Lady Vivienne,” I breathed, breaking our liplock, “we are not in a place of decency.” My beloved was overcome, rolling around with me in the mud and the muck as she attempted, time and again, to suck my tongue clean from my skull.
My cock ached so heavily, her offer was tempting, witnesses be damned.
The roar of an engine starting and a door slamming had me slowly coming to my senses. Even in Mordenne, such things were not acceptable. Younglings could be roaming at this hour.
It wasn’t until some time after the sound of a large vehicle driving off had passed that I was able to extract myself from my luscious mate’s hold.
“Come,” I murmured to her, clutching her to me tight, until there was not much she could see but me, and slowly, we went to ground.
A small whimper escaped her as she realized what I was doing. Her eyes squeezed shut tight and she trembled in my arms, but when we resurfaced, we were a short distance away in the safety and privacy of the woods.
“Don’t ever pull a stunt like that with the jumping shit again,” she said instantly.
“I will not. Never,” I vowed, scooping her up into my arms, her legs wrapping around me and hooking at my lower back as her hands gripped my neck tight. Eager to take my female closer to our quarter, I hurried across the terrain.
The ground had just gone marsh-like, swampy, Plant boy’s territory, when she grabbed onto a tree branch suddenly, sending bits of greenery raining down over us as my body jerked.
“Fuck it. You’re forgiven. Just don’t pull that shit again or I’m going to spank that ass,” she muttered suddenly, to my surprise and pleasure as she pulled back, our eyes meeting, and then her lips were slamming down on mine and I was feeling quite taken with my mate.
Her hand slid between us and she boldly jerked the placket of my breeches open, the only barrier separating us and single item of clothing I’d donned. Buttons pinged, clinked. Her fingers encircled my shaft, already hard and aching, straining towards her, to bring it right where we both wished it to sink herself down onto me.
“My Queen,” I growled out hoarsely, “we are not yet within the bounds of our-”
“Shhhh.” Her teeth nipped my thicker lower lip playfully, her tongue coming out to soothe the sting. “Don’t care right now. Just shut up and fuck me, baby, mud crusted and all.”
She adjusted her hold on me, her nails digging into my shoulders shifting until claws were hooked onto my flesh. It was a pinch of pain to go with the pleasure as she began to ride me.
Her channel already began to clench around me. She was wet, hot, tight. A groan left me as her slick passage glided up and down my length. The pursed seam of my Queen’s sex in this form grasped at me as hungrily as her mouth ate at my lips. Her scent was stronger than normal. It had changed somehow since our completed joining. I had an inkling as to what it might be but was unsure if the news would find my mate joyously, or nervously. In this, I would admit my cowardice. Would my Queen be pleased to know she was brooding, carrying her Troll’s babe so soon?
Her teeth nipped my lip harder, until I tasted my own blood on her tongue.Pay attention to me, brute,that heady nip demanded.
A deep rumble that rattled my chest left me. MINE. One of my hands slid up her back, the other gripping an ass cheek to squeeze, and my hips pumped.
A long, loud moan left my sunshine and she gasped. Her sweet heat gripped me, inner muscles starting to ripple around me. It wouldn’t be long for either of us at this rate, a short, quick fuck. I wished her to seat herself upon all of me, until my balls were slapping at her skin with every heated pass.
