Arielle
“No?!”
Sure enough, he slides all of his fingers out and sucks them dry like they’re turkey legs at the town fair. I glance out the curtain, shocked that no one in the front row is watching us.
“Fret not. I’m not through with you.”
“Thank the goddess,” I huff.
“I wouldn’t be a gentleman if I kept you from eating.” His hand disappears below the table and I hear asnap. I start to pull up the table cloth but his authoritative tone stops me in my tracks. “Eyes up here.”
I obey. Something thick and warm prods at my entrance. It’s smooth as stone and larger than the three fingers he’d stretched me with. He uses it to slather my own juices all over my pussy, then starts to ease it inside.
“Grogoth!” I bite out through clenched teeth. “It’s too big!”
“Shh, little bird. You’ll cause a scene.” His voice is laced with dark humor as he tilts up my chin. Thousands of tempests churn in his gaze, all waiting to devour me. “You can do this. Let my cock inside.”
“Your cock?! Oh, goddess!” I wriggle against the giant thing between my legs, suddenly unable to keep still. I need it,now!
“Deep breaths, hummingbird.”
I make a mental note to ask about the nickname thing once I’m capable of speech. All of my focus goesinto stilling my hips and willing my pussy to relax. Thanks to so much yoga, my kegal muscles listen to my demand, letting the whopping stone cock wedge its way into my hole. He works it in and out, burrowing deeper into my body inch by inch. With my body more relaxed, it doesn’t seem so outrageous, but still the biggest I’ve had.
Once fully sheathed, Grogoth stops moving. He shivers ever so slightly.
“You can still feel it?” I don’t wait for a response. I reach down and lightly stroke the end of the appendage. It rounds out on the bottom like a plug. He rumbles a low growl, proof he onlyappearsunaffected. I laugh. “How do you remain so still?”
He turns toward the food and offers me a fried hydra ball dipped in cherry cream. The burst of flavor, succulent and creamy, takes my mind from the huge stone dildo stretching me to my limit.
“I’ve spent centuries being still, and years denying to be bewitched by you.” His cock jerks inside of me and I realize I’ve been idly stroking the base. I moan around a bite of cherry, a little drip escaping down my chin. Grogoth leans in and licks it away. “I can wait an hour longer.”
“That’s great but—ooh,” I moan as his hand disappears, playfully pressing his detached cock like a button. “I’m not sure I can.”
His laughter is so rich and assuaging, I can’t help but laugh with him. Our fiery gaze feels like a lash of fire-laced mage whips, like we know something that everyone else in the building doesn't. Feeling brave, I lean forward to grab another bite.
The rolling of my hips presses the base of his cock on the bench, giving me another taste of what it will be like to finally fuck my gardener. I repeat the motion for the hell of it, moaning as I bring another fried ball to my lips.
“You may—uunff—have to feed m-me.”
“Your body will appreciate this preparation when it has to take me later.”
“You mean, you have. . . More cocks?”
Instead of answering, he takes my hand and guides it below the table, where a colossal bulge is tucked into his waistband. It feels even bigger than the one currently taking residence in my cunt.
“How many?”
“As many as my lady wishes.”
Oh, fuck. “And do they all, you know,finish?”
“A specific question,” he replies with a slow smirk. “The answer is yes.”
“We’d better get to eating. I’m about to cum all over this one already.”
I reach for a plate feverishly, ready to shovel food into my mouth. I’m not prepared when the savory flavor stops me in my tracks, so delicious I forget about my hurry. I pause and regard the next bite with more curiosity.
“What did you order? This is divine.”
