“My Queen, my heart,” he murmured huskily between frantic kisses. My hands were everywhere, urging him to do the same. He let out the loveliest sound I’d ever heard as my hand slid up the back of his head and buried in the thick, wild mass of red he called hair.
A deep, animalistic sound gripped my soon to be Troll lover as I gave a gentle tug and bit at his thick lower lip.
“Take me, please. Please, Segrid, make me yours,” I burst out, grinding my crotch into his. This wasn’t about wanting to bond to him to protect myself fromhim. I wanted Segrid like I needed my next breath. One taste of him, the iron rich tang of his blood still heavy on my lips as I nipped and kissed and teased at his mouth, it wasn’t enough. I wanted, needed more. My blood felt hot, molten liquid rushing through my veins, pounding, throbbing beneath my flesh. I felt like I might die if I didn’t conquer my Troll.
The thought, MINE, flitted through my mind, sharp, as crisp as the thick scent of him on the air. I didn’t know how I knew it was his arousal I was picking up on to begin with other than my body’s instant reaction, but I did, accepted this from the first, and I’d never smelled anything like it.
“You know not what you are asking of me, my heart,” he began, to clap his trap shut on trying to persuade me. Did that mean he’d changed his mind? A niggle of fear had started to fill me as he’d begun to disagree, wondering if he’d decided he didn’t want me, if I wasn’t his sunshine anymore, disappearing in a flash as he growled out a curse under his breath and hissed, “MINE.”
Like a flip had switched in the male, it was on.
Clutching me to him, nipping and sucking at my lips, attacking my mouth with equal fervor, a match for my appetite, he moved fast, rushing for the bed to drop me down atop it without preamble. My hands slid to the top of his tunic, jerking at the collar.
Off. I wanted it off. Wanted it all off.
Impatient, my hands drew around to his front, nails gently raking down his abdomen to hook on the top of his pants. Panting heavily, he lifted up, assisting me in divesting myself of my own pants. Left in my shirt, panties, and socks, his eyes prowled me with a look so hot I’d gladly go up in flames. I supposed Trolls didn’t give a shit about fuzzy legs. His hands lifted, fisting the back of his shirt, and he lifted up over his head.
I forgot what words were as he revealed a thick stomach full of fat abs. He was disgustingly thick and muscled, built sturdy as hell, just the way I liked them. But that wasn’t what left me speechless and gaping.
“Baby, are you sparkling?” I blurted. De-pants-ing the Troll forgotten for the glitter sparklies shooting off of him, I had to investigate this odd anomaly further.
“Magick,” I murmured as my fingers came into contact with the pretty sparks shooting off of him and they danced across my fingertips. A grin lit my fingers as the tingling, prickling sparklies jumped to my fingers, zipping and zapping me gently, like static electricity attracted to me, to disappear like my skin had absorbed it. A delighted laugh left me. “Trolls sparkle,” I said on a chortle.
Segrid’s hand closed over mine. “This Ornthren born does, but I am the only one,” he admitted.
“Huh.” That surprised me, but not as much as the happy tingles roving my hands over those impressive, wide shoulders of his as if to catch the magick dusting him gave me.
“What’s this my sunshine has?” he inquired softly. His gaze was stuck on my fingertips and the way his magick sparks jumped at me. “A siphon, as well, my beauty?” Something like awe filled his features.
Not understanding the question or his reaction—I didn't care to ask—my hands lifted from his shoulders, thinking perhaps it was making him uncomfortable. Then I offered him a different sort of distraction, one in line with our activities of moments before. Jerking my oversized sleep shirt over my head, baring my breasts, I grinned as the air kissed my skin.
Darkening purple peepers found these perfectly pert beauties. My nipples were tight, puckered buds. Blessed in the breast department, like my sister, I was not. But there was still enough for him to grab onto that I wasn’t bothered by the lack thereof. Reaching up, I boldly plucked at my nipple with one hand, my other hand going to his crotch to rub at the fat something and then some he had going on there. “What secrets does my Ornthren bred have for me?” I purred, mimicking what I’d only heard him refer to himself as in private, just between us. I liked those kinds of quiet secrets.
Up and down, my hand massaged him through his pants. Yeah. I was really loving this secret too. His breaths started coming in harsh pants, his hips starting to move as he stood there and allowed me to play.
“My beauty,” he groaned, cupping his hand over my breast as his hips began to move. His thumb flicked over my captured nipple. He did it again, until I shuddered and moaned. His free hand went to the buttons going up the front of his pants and he tore at them. A button ripped right off as another slipped free. The head of his cock was exposed as his pants began to dip.
It was dark, thick, greyish toned like the rest of him, dark spotted like his shoulders, a thick bead of cum already pearling along the tip.
I had to have a taste.
Scrambling up onto my knees, dislodging his hand, I had his pants torn down, gripping that insane monster he called a penis in one hand, the palm of the other flat on the bed, supporting my weight so I could dip forward, and I took that shovel scooped tip into my mouth.
Segrid let out a loud grunt, his thick member jerking in tandem as my mouth wetly sucked at him. He was large, alarmingly so, but I was game. Para sex was nothing new to me and more than a few came big. My sex clenched as I took him deep into my mouth, down my throat, and he buried a hand in my hair.
A sharp noise left him, followed by a growl. “Vivienne, Queen of my heart,” he garbled out, yet his hips shallowly began to pump jerkily. “Vivienne…” Louder and louder, more growl than words to his grumblings as I worked him, if I kept this up, I thought he might give over soon.
MINE.
Again, that thought wriggled into my subconscious. Damn straight, this beast was all mine. Make him mine, it was more like.
My toes curled as my body began to ache with unfulfilled need.
Chanting my name like a prayer, the sound rougher and louder, until it sounded like he was barking out a command, I was readying for what was to come when his hand in my hair tightened and he risked having his dick bitten off to yank me free.
“Hey,” I barked at him as he slipped free, to find myself whipped around, rolled to my belly, and I had no idea how many pounds of horny, sexy as hell Troll was coming at me from behind, thick fingers jerking my panties down my legs to rip them off of me completely. My hips wiggled, the protest on the tip of my tongue dying as his thighs brushed mine and his thick hands lifted my hips. My fingers buried, clenched the furs beneath me as his fingers brushed my slit and slowly, one fat digit began to penetrate me. He was huge and it had been a while for me, and I appreciated the warm up but, damn, I was so ready for this. Another finger joined the first. I was so primed my sex was juicy, loud, wet noises filling the room as he pumped my pussy two thick fingers deep. I would conquer his beast.
A brief moment passed when his fingers left me and then he lined us up. That fat head notched at my entrance and began to press home, making me wonder if I had erred in my excitement and need to get mine, but then he pulled back and glided right back in, hitting that special spot inside me just right, and I forgot what I’d been about to kick up a fuss about.
