by Tracy Lauren
I yelp out a short scream and cling to Brom, thinking the goblin is talking to me. Instead, I see him looking out an open window. To my complete shock I notice the face of a woman there, looking in and watching the scene on the table. The goblin is shooing her away.
“Freak!” he yells after her. “You stay away from here!”
He turns to us after she leaves, looking pointedly at me. “I won’t be taking on any more humans. We can barely keep up with this one!” he complains.
My brain is so distraught I can’t find words, but I shake my head in horror. Behind him, the woman is pleading again, begging the ugly little chef to fuck her. He groans unhappily.
“Trrowl, take care of her, will you!” the goblin orders and the beast by the wood pile rises. I cringe when I finally catch a glimpse of his face. His fangs jut from his mouth, massive and dangerous looking. His nose is more snout than anything else and his eyes remind me of a goat’s. Hanging between his legs is a cock so monstrous I’d rather die than have it touch me. I turn away from him, burying my face against Brom’s chest.
“Goblin,” Brom orders. “Get a bath going for my woman.”
I hear a word of affirmation coming from the little chef and a wave of gratefulness washes over me. I definitely need a bath after this, for the entirety of my being feels filthy. As Brom tugs me away from the woman enthralled by goblin cum, I hear the horrid sounds of her fucking the beast. Disgusting as it is, the words coming out of her mouth are all pleasurable demands for more. I can’t understand it.
On our way back to our table, Brom motions to the orc who rises and follows us over. He pulls out a seat for himself. Outwardly, he looks undeniably at ease, though his eyes do keep cutting over to the scene in the corner. Clearly, he is displeased by it.
“I just don’t get it,” I say aloud.
“Nor do I,” the orc agrees, not looking at me.
“Who was that woman in the window?” I ask, looking back and forth between the orc and my troll.
“Another hopeful goblin enthrall,” the orc answers with a scoff.
“Where does she come from? She couldn’t have traveled all this way alone simply because she heard goblins were a good fuck?” I question.
“Briarmere,” Brom supplies. “There’s something like a village on the outskirts of the witch’s territory.”
“A human village? All the way out here?” I gasp.
“I didn’t say human. Just a village, filled with lost souls of all breeds. I don’t know what they’re doing in the heart of the Perished Woods, but this is where they’ve chosen to make their homes,” he explains.
“Even the rejects need a place to go,” the orc throws in. “At least in the Perished Woods no one is judged for anything besides their strength.”
Brom grunts in agreement and silence falls on our group. The sounds of fucking in the corner makes me shift awkwardly in my chair.
“Go upstairs, Adelaide. I’ll be up shortly,” Brom suggests, his tone firm enough I know not to argue. Doesn’t matter anyway, I don’t think I can stand to hear all the animalistic grunting going on. I give Brom a nod and cast an unfriendly glance at the half-blood orc. I really do need that bath.
Once upstairs I reach for the door to our room, but it swings open before I have the chance to make contact with it. I gasp and jump back when I see a goblin exiting with an empty wooden bucket in his hands. He sneers at me and I keep my back against the wall, placing as much distance between us as humanly possible. But he doesn’t say a word, he just continues down the steps. I hurry into the room, shutting the door behind me. I consider barricading it, but Brom did say he’d be up soon.
I take a deep breath and try to regain my composure. The air in the room feels muggy and I look around, noticing steam curling off the large tub. I let out a long breath of air and rub at my temples. This place is maddening. This whole damned wood is for that matter.
Not wanting to let hot water go to waste, I toss my clothing to the side, testing it with my fingertips before I step inside. It’s so hot it’s nearly scalding, just the way I like it. I lower myself into the tub, enjoying the extra heat from the nearby fire.
On a small table next to the tub there’s a bar of soap. I dunk my head in the water and give my whole body a good scrub down. When I’m done I set the soap aside and lay my head back to relax. I can still feel the lingering effects of the mead and it does help to calm me. Closing my eyes, I hope to push away all the ugliness from downstairs. It’s impossible. The vision of that woman is seared into my brain and the thought of sex brings me back to the interlude I shared with Brom this morning.
I throw water in my face, scrubbing it and cringing. Despite myself, I wonder how different my attraction to Brom is when compared to the woman downstairs and her…unique interests. In my own defense, at least Brom is attractive. The thought instantly causes a flush to rise on my cheeks.
I do find Brom attractive. While I denied it early on, I can see clearly now why a fae woman would want to be with him. Regardless of the fact he isn’t human, his features have a certain appeal. Everything about him is rough and masculine and his body—oh, his body. There wasn’t a man in my village built like Brom. He’s like a mountain of rippling muscles. I even find his scars appealing. They’re like stories of all his past battles and adventures written brazenly across his flesh. I think of the new ones he’s added to his body since he and I met. Though his back will heal, the gashes the wild men gave him yesterday will surely stay with him.
I wonder, when everything’s said and done, will he look back on those scars and think of me?
It’s a wistful thought and part of me hates myself for having it. A few weeks ago no one could get under my skin the way Brom has. But everything has changed for me since then. Already I’m not the girl I was lying in that glen the morning my village was attacked. Back then I didn’t need or want anybody. Now I can’t keep myself from feeling hurt over the fact that Brom wouldn’t let himself get carried away with me this morning. I was ready to give myself to him and all he could think about was the deal he wants to make in Briarmere.
It’s a thought that only inspires a new wave of self-loathing. I nearly killed Brom, I destroyed his entire supply of magics, and practically ruined his home while I was at it. And after all that, he’s offered to get me to my aunt. The deal in Briarmere is paltry compared all the trouble I’ve caused.
Don’t get me wrong, I haven’t forgotten that he tried to make me his slave, but he’s also freed me, protected me, cared for me, fed me, made me laugh, made me cum…
On that note, sounds from downstairs begin to filter up through the floorboards. Though I can’t make out the words, I can tell the fucking has hit a new peak. Instead of focusing on that bit of weirdness, I think of Brom.
Brom and his sexy body. Brom and the delicious way he kisses. Brom and his hands exploring me. I slide my own hands up my thighs, feeling perversely aroused. My orgasm this morning was amazing, but I wish Brom had been inside me, sharing my pleasure. He didn’t even ask me to return the favor, I lament, parting my labia with my fingers. I tease my clit gently, thinking about the things I could have done to Brom had he only asked. Visualizing the way he stroked his thick cock, I pump my fingers inside myself, knowing it’s a poor substitute for what the troll has to offer.
The sounds of sex travel on the air. They’re so raw…
Just then the door opens and I jolt, quickly covering my chest. But it’s just Brom. I’m nervous at first, wondering if he caught me fingering myself. But he seems busy setting some supplies aside.
“Did it get too weird down there?” I ask.
“Hmm?” he asks, finally looking over at me. The distracted look on his face vanishes, quickly replaced by the focused gaze of a predator and I tremble in the still-warm water.
Chapter 32
Brom
Adelaide makes everything better.
The display in the tavern was unsettling to say the least and the closer we get to
the end of our journey, the sooner she and I will part ways. Once I drop her in Pontheugh it’s unlikely I’ll ever see the fiery redheaded woman again. But looking at her now, naked and wet in the tub…nothing else matters.
My cock is hard in an instant and I prowl over to her.
“Enjoying your bath?” I ask.
“More than you know,” she tells me with a contented smile. “I mean, it’s just nice to have a good wash, you know?” she adds, blushing.
“Mmmm, I agree,” I tell her as I kneel next to her.
“I’ve never been in such a big tub. The one we had back home wasn’t half the size of this.”
“You really like it?” I ask, dipping my fingers in the water. It’s hot to the touch.
“I do.”
“I was thinking of getting one for my lair,” I tell her casually. “It’s a shame you won’t be around to enjoy it.”
She rolls her eyes at me. “I’m sure your next slave will love it,” she says sarcastically.
I frown at the words and wrap her wet locks around my hand, gently forcing her gaze to hold mine. “There won’t be any more slaves,” I tell her seriously.
“I’m sorry I soured the experience for you,” she teases.
I lean in close to smell her neck. “Somehow I can’t recall anything but sweetness.”
“You must have a very poor memory then,” she says, laughing.
“I can remember this morning quite well,” I counter and her laughter dies away. When I look at her, I can see her pupils have dilated and her breath hitches. Desire is written plainly on her face. The screams of pleasure coming from the enthralled human filter up into our room and it makes the tension building between us that much more charged and erotic. I want to make Adelaide scream like that for me.
“On second thought, I need a refresher. How about you get out of that tub and remind me how sweet you are, Adelaide?” I ask, slipping my hand between her legs. She moans and spreads herself wide for me, allowing access to her clit. Her eyes close and her head tilts back, leaving her neck exposed. I take the opportunity to taste her there, licking and sucking on her until she’s gasping my name.
“Fuck,” I groan. “I want more.”
“Me too,” she agrees, her voice eager.
Reluctantly, I pull my hand from between her legs and rise. “Stand up,” I command. She looks up at me for a moment with those doe eyes of hers, then slowly, she rises.
Water sluices down her body and her curves shine in the firelight. I take in the sight of her and my heart pounds in my chest. “Put your hands over your head,” I tell her. She hesitates for a moment, looking a little shy, but she gains the courage and does as I ask. “Now turn, slowly.” She scoffs at my request but does it anyhow. I fall back into a chair, watching her, enjoying my perusal of her body. “You’re fucking beautiful, Adelaide.” And I mean it. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, every curve of her body, every freckle—particularly the one on her left ass cheek, I love all of her.
“I’m no fae,” she says, her laughter nervous. She looks down at herself, clearly not seeing what I do.
“What would I want with a fae?” I ask.
“Everyone knows the fae are gorgeous… =what’d you say about them? They make the air electric.” She lowers her arms.
“Fuck electric. I have fire,” I say, nodding my head at her. The shyness from her smile vanishes. I jump to my feet and hold my hand out for her, helping her from the tub. “Truth be told, the fae can be quite annoying. Like I’ve always said, I like my woman to have a good sense of humor and a little bit of fire to her.”
“Am I your woman then?” she asks, raising a brow at me.
“You are until Pontheugh,” I tell her and she bites her lip, smiling at me. My heart soars at the sight.
“Then let me act like it,” she says, her hands gliding up my chest. She pushes me back to the chair, forcing me into it.
“And how might you do that?” I ask, a smile playing at the corner of my lips.
“I want to make you cum, Brom,” she says boldly. I suck in a deep breath and take my time letting my eyes travel down her body.
Finally I speak. “How about I bend you over that bed and lick you until you’re screaming my name?” I suggest, my hand sliding up her thigh.
“We can do that too, but first I want to do something for you.”
“I think you’ll change your mind the second you feel my tongue on your clit,” I tell her, leaning in to bite her hip. She gasps and steadies herself on my shoulders.
I’m shocked by what she does next. She wraps her hand around my hair and yanks my head back hard, planting a kiss on my lips. The connection is raw and hungry. I groan, aroused by how fierce Adelaide can be. Two of us can play at this game. I lift her up suddenly, her legs wrapping around my waist, and I move her to the bed so quickly she doesn’t have time to protest.
“I’m going to enjoy eating your pussy,” I growl, but she wriggles free, escaping to the head of the bed.
“Brom! Why won’t you let me pleasure you?” she demands, her face baring that angry expression I had grown so accustomed to in our first days together.
“Are you angry because I want to lick your pussy, Adelaide?” I ask, laughing.
Her expression softens. “Why are you giving me the run around?” she asks.
Taking a seat on the bed, I look at my woman and admit the truth. “If you touch me, Adelaide, I might not be able to control myself.” I reach over and tug at her toes. “I want you more than anything. I’m just trying to maintain my control.”
Adelaide looks at me with those wide eyes and crawls down to join me at the foot of the bed. “If you wanted to, you could lose control. I wouldn’t mind,” she says.
“What about Briarmere?” I ask. “I can’t take your virginity.”
“You won’t,” she tells me.
“I would,” I assure her.
“No, I mean… Look, I just want to make you feel good, Brom, like you did for me.”
“It’s fine, Adelaide, this is enough,” I say, reaching for her milky thighs, but she slaps at my hand and frowns.
“You’re getting angry with me, aren’t you?” I ask, laughing. Her eyes light up at my words.
“Yes! Maybe I am!” she says excitedly, jumping out of the bed naked. I admire the way her breasts shake as she moves.
“Your words don’t seem to match your mood, little one,” I point out. She hurries to feign a scowl and crosses her arms over her chest.
“Well, I am angry,” she declares, looking down her nose at me. But it is a lie. All I see is playfulness.
“What game is this?” I ask, wanting to play along.
I can see the wheels turning in her mind as she considers her next move. “Are you a jealous troll, Brom?”
“In the deadliest of ways,” I assure her. “Now come back to bed,” I urge.
“Maybe I don’t want to.” She toys with the doorknob. “Maybe I want to go back downstairs and see what kind of fun is going on in the tavern. You might not want to cum for me, but from what I recall there was cum to spare down in the—”
Her words are cut short when I rise suddenly and yank her against my body. “That isn’t a funny joke, Adelaide,” I warn roughly.
“I’m not feeling funny, Brom. I’m actually feeling a little bit naughty.”
“You will not be going back downstairs,” I growl, but Adelaide only smiles up at me, triumphant.
“And what are you going to do to stop me?” she asks, her voice coy. “Are you going to punish me, Brom?” she questions, but the smile she tries to bite back tells me everything. My cock grows even harder and I can feel my seed leaking from the tip.
“I know exactly what you need, human.”
“What’s that?” She smiles.
I grip Adelaide close to my body. “You’re going to get another spanking,” I tell her. She reaches down to my waist, her eyes never leaving mine.
“You might need this bel
t,” she whispers. I feel her fingers working the buckle. My loincloth falls to the floor and she passes me my leather belt. I toss it aside. “I’ll be using my hands on you, human,” I tell her, reaching around to grab the globes of her ass, massaging them roughly. Now free, my cock juts outward, pressing itself against Adelaide’s belly.
I move quickly then to the chair, dragging Adelaide behind me. She gasps, shocked by the swiftness of the motion. “You have been a very naughty girl, Adelaide. It’s time I teach you a lesson,” I warn. She bites at her rosy bottom lip and nods dutifully at me. I bend her over my lap, her nude body pressing against my raging cock.
“Brace yourself,” I tell her. And just like the first time I spanked her, she grips my thigh, digging her blunt nails into me. I relish the sensation and caress her backside, admiring those fleshy globes. They’re milky now, but soon they will be as rosy as her lips. I move my caress lower, skimming over her pussy lips. She yelps in anticipation and grips me harder.
“You’re so wet, Adelaide.” I tell her, feeling her pussy juices already leaking from her slit. I slide one finger through her folds and bring it to my mouth, sucking her juices from my hand. “Do you know how naughty that is?” I ask. She shakes her head in reply. I grab her hair with my free hand, forcing her head back far enough so she can look into my eyes.
“Are you ready for your punishment?” I ask.
“Yes,” she answers breathily, looking eager and needy.
“Yes, Master,” I correct. Her expression sours in an instant.
“You’re crazy if you think I’m going to call you ‘master,’ even if we are just playing—”
I bring my hand down hard onto her ass, delivering the first ear-splitting crack. Her words are cut short and replaced by a yelp of surprise. “Brom!”
“Such a naughty girl,” I tell her. She laughs, overcoming her initial shock. “Don’t forget who’s in charge,” I remind her.
“You think you’re in charge of me, troll?”
“Let me see…I have you naked and bent over my knee. I’d say it’s quite clear who’s in charge. But I can prove it to you, if you need me to.”
