The toad monster opened its mouth, and I backed away from it in horror. The smaller round creature that had gulped up the chipmunk jumped straight into the toad’s mouth, and the toad swallowed it with a repulsive bobbing of its throat.
Terrified and disgusted, I spun on my heels to run back to the cabin. A wet smacking sound made me glance back over my shoulder.
One of the round bumps on the toad’s back opened. The brown slime that covered its body stretched into strings across the opening. Then a round creature emerged, identical to the one the toad had swallowed earlier. It leaped from the toad and bounced toward me, snapping its mouth full of teeth.
I shrieked in horror and sprinted for the cabin. The round thing jumped in front of me, snapping its teeth at my ankles.
More smacking noises came from the toad as the bumps on its back kept opening, releasing more of the round creatures that now leaped all around me, cutting off my escape route to the cabin.
I turned, running to the fire pit instead and to the chopping block beside it. Grat’s massive ax was in the block. I grabbed the ax’s handle with both hands but couldn’t pull the blade out of the block.
“Fucking orc and his inhuman strength,” I cursed under my breath.
One of the ball creatures leaped up and bit the hem of my tunic, ripping a chunk out of it. I shrieked in panic and kicked it away. It bounced on the ground like a ball of wool. But another one jumped at me from my left. I punched it before it had a chance to open its dreadful mouth.
In desperation, I grabbed the ax handle again. Propping my foot against the chopping block, I yanked at the ax with all my might, finally wrenching it out of the wood.
“Get away from me!” I screamed, chopping one of the round things in half.
The toad opened its giant mouth with a loud quaking sound, like a huge mud bubble popped. It crawled to the bloodied remains of the creature I’d just hacked to death and slurped them up with its long, wet tongue.
One of the toad’s minions bumped into my chest, knocking me off my feet, another bit my shoulder, making me scream in pain. Two more jumped on my legs and clamped their wide mouths around my knees, holding me down.
The giant toad waddled toward me, its mouth opened wide enough to swallow me without chewing.
Wrestling an arm free from the round things that swarmed me, I raised the ax, ready to strike.
Two round, vicious monsters jumped up again. One bit my hand, and the other one knocked the ax out of my grip.
I screamed in horror as the toad’s foul-smelling mouth opened above me, blocking the soft light of the sunset.
CHAPTER 9
GRAT
Icouldn’t get that woman out of my mind. Even being away from her didn’t help. The farther away I walked from the cabin, the more I wished to just dump the damned meat in the swamp and run back to her. Not even the desire to win the fucking bet would stop me. Only the deep-seated sense of duty kept me going forward toward the keep.
I made it there after the sun had already set. After dropping off the load of meat, I didn’t even stop to chat with anyone, heading straight to my house.
It was a big, sturdy house that I built mostly on my own. Coming home used to always fill me with pride. But now, it felt empty when I walked into its great front room.
My blood boiled with lust. Fighting it in Khala’s presence had been torture. Now, I suddenly imagined her here, in my home, sitting on my table with her legs spread and a lascivious smile on her lips, beckoning me to taste her.
I didn’t even make it to the bedroom before I propped my hand on the table by the fireplace. Fumbling with the laces of my pants, I freed my long-suffering cock. It was hard as rock,hot, and pulsing with lust. My ring’s gold links expanded to accommodate the increased girth of my cock, but it didn’t feel enough. I was so hard, I feared the links would break and the ring would snap.
I fisted my cock in a tight grip, imagining Khala’s sweet, slick pussy tightening around it.
Could she even take me?
She was too small, too fragile, too delicate.
I was used to fucking orc women, normally choosing the ones who could last through a long, rough, sweaty night with me and enjoy every moment of it. I preferred my women to have strong bones that I couldn’t break, thick thighs I could grab onto, and big tits I could fill my huge hands with. I enjoyed pounding into a woman with abandon until we both gasped for air and screamed in pleasure.
My sweet, gentle Khala had to be handled with a finesse I feared I did not possess. But as I pumped my cock with my hand, I imagined her taking me all the way to my balls and loving it. Her belly would bulge out with my giant cock pushing it out from the inside. And she’d be writhing in pleasure, asking for more.
I’d suck her small, perky tits, each of them would fit neatly between my tusks. I’d tease the tiny buds of her nipples with my teeth until she screamed and milked my cock with her pussy. I’d fill her with my seed, then I’d lap it all from her with my tongue, tasting myself on her.
My cock jerked in my hand. Release rushed me in a wave of sweet shivers, pumping my seed out in thick, green spurts.
