by Tracy Lauren
Adelaide arches her back in anticipation and I spank her again. She cries out with each slap to her ass, her throaty cries sounding heavy with arousal. “Again,” she demands.
“Oh no, no, no,” I tell her, shaking my head. “I decide when and how you get punished, Adelaide.” I glide my finger through her folds. She’s even wetter now and she pushes her pussy against me, trying to force my finger inside of her. “Tell me who’s in control.”
She looks over her shoulder at me, the spark of challenge in her eyes. I slap my hand against her ass. She arches her back with every hit and I allow my hand to linger. She grinds her wet cunt against my open palm until she’s sopping.
“Brom! More!” she begs.
“Mmmm…what kind of nasty girl begs a troll to do such things to her body?” I wonder aloud.
“Please, Brom,” she begs through clenched teeth.
“Tell me who is in charge,” I repeat.
She hesitates before answering, but finally she speaks. “Me,” she says quietly.
“Wrong answer, human.” I spank her again, just once this time, and I see her spreading her legs in an effort to have more of her cunt exposed to my hand. She wants those teasing slaps to come down right on that eager little cunt of hers.
“Tell me who’s in charge, Adelaide,” I ask again. She eyes me defiantly.
“Me,” she says, biting back a wicked smile.
I tsk at her. “You’re going to pay for that one,” I warn.
I spread her cheeks with my hands and lean forward, tonguing her tight little asshole.
“Holy fuck!” Adelaide screams in response. “Oh my—fuck me,” she mutters, taking my tongue’s assault on her puckered hole. I moan against her and she shivers in ecstasy. “Don’t stop,” she begs.
“Then tell me what I want to know, woman. Who’s in charge?”
“Me!” she declares again.
“Another wrong answer. Such a pity.” I trace one thick finger down the valley of her ass, twirling it in my saliva. Adelaide gasps, suddenly realizing what I plan to do to her. She grips me tighter just as I force my finger into her tightest hole.
“Ohhhh, fuck!” she groans, opening herself to me. She spreads her legs wide and her body goes lax against my lap. As I pump into her I notice she is moving in rhythm with my thrusts. The scent of her arousal is thick on the air and my cock is so hard it leaks seed all over her stomach.
“Naughty girl. Who do you belong to?” I ask, finger fucking her asshole.
“I’m yours!” she screams, finally answering me with the words I want to hear. Though I know it’s just a game, I covet it nonetheless. “I belong to you, Brom,” she announces, before biting into my thigh. She meets my motions stride for stride as I press into her.
“Oh gods! Fuck me, Brom, please fuck me. Make me yours!” she pleads. My arousal rises to a whole new level. Hearing Adelaide declare that she belongs to me, having her beg me to fuck her, it pushes me to the edge that I know I shouldn’t cross. But still, I keep getting closer and closer. Adelaide hangs her head over my thigh, her red hair dangling wildly and the old adage comes to mind. If you play with fire, you’re going to get burned.
“I want you inside me!” she wails, and I snap. I lift her up and toss her onto the bed, face down on the blankets. I shove her ass up in the air, her back arching seductively. I spread her full cheeks and devour her. Her pussy is so wet, her juices flow down her thighs and I work to lap up every last drop.
“Wait, Brom—” she says breathily, barely able to form words.
“What is it, woman?” I ask, massaging her pussy lips, but careful not to enter her.
“Can we try something else?”
“That depends,” I say, chuckling. “What do you want to try?”
“The woman downstairs—”
I growl, turning Adelaide over so I can look into her eyes and let her know how serious I am. We will not be getting involved with that woman. Adelaide is mine and mine alone. “You will not be doing anything with her,” I decree.
“What? No! Of course not!” she says with a frown. “No, she just mentioned something I had never thought of before. I thought we could try it.”
My anger slips away and I feel bad about reprimanding Adelaide so gruffly. “You scared me, little one.”
“Gross, Brom. You should know I’d never do anything like that.”
“It wasn’t so long ago that you said you’d never be with a troll, yet here we are.”
“Yeah, but you’re hot, so it’s different,” she says, brushing me off.
“Hot?” I ask with a teasing smile.
“Oh, be quiet. You knew you were hot stuff long before I ever came around.”
“I’m just glad you finally realized it.”
“Me too,” she says. “So, can we try that thing or what?”
“What is it?” I ask, feeling more amenable.
“She said something about sitting on her face…” Adelaide says shyly. “I thought maybe—”
Adelaide knows my answer when I drop down onto my back on the bed. I work to pull her on top of me, but she stops me.
“Wait! I was thinking more like this,” she says, turning around to straddle me backwards. It doesn’t matter to me which way she sits, as long as she rides my face with that sweet cunt of hers.
“Oh, I like this,” she moans, grinding her pussy onto my eager tongue. I like it too, but my mouth is too busy to say so at the moment.
“Plus, I’ve got this great view,” she says. A moment later I feel her hand grip my cock. My body tenses at the sensation. Briefly, I think about stopping her. I know I shouldn’t lose my control with her and not just because of the deal we plan to make in Briarmere. I shouldn’t let this woman touch me because I’m already so close to falling in love.
Letting her go is going to tear me apart, but it’s what I’ve agreed to do. If I make love to her now, I’ll shatter when she leaves me. While I like this game we play, making Adelaide scream that she is mine, I know she belongs to no one but herself. She will never be mine to keep. It’s all just a game. A game I will lose if I play too recklessly. But when her hand starts moving on my cock and I feel her warm breath on the tip of my maleness…I can’t seem to talk myself out of this. I’m blind to what she does to me, my vision blocked by her sweet ass. But I can feel quite clearly when her tongue teases at the tip of my cock, lapping up all the thick drops of pre-cum leaking from my hardened piece. She moans when she tastes me for the first time.
The warmth of her mouth envelops my cock and soon she is sucking on it with the same ravenous enthusiasm I use to eat her pussy—the pussy that I can’t fuck. So, we fuck each other’s mouths instead, both of us moaning loud enough to wash out the sounds of the enthrall coming from downstairs.
Adelaide sucks my cock like she was made for it, her hands working the base and her slobber slickening my shaft. I bite at her inner thighs and she screams with my cock still buried deep in her throat. Fuck, if I don’t love everything about this woman—her taste, her scent, the sweet sounds she makes when I pleasure her. More than anything I want to turn her over and drive my cock in her pussy to the hilt. I want to fill her until she can feel nothing but the sensation of us becoming one—even if it is only for just a moment in time.
I’m on the brink of doing just that when I feel Adelaide start cumming on my tongue. The sensation pushes me over the edge. Just the thought of that tight and spasming pussy clenching down on my thick cock causes my seed to spurt from my tip in thick and gooey streams. Adelaide sucks it down like she’s dying of thirst. My only regret is the fact I didn’t get to watch her face as she did it.
When she’s done, Adelaide spins to face me. She straddles me, not seeming like a shy virgin at all. The kiss she gives me is deep and passionate, the taste of our sinful deeds mingling. Breathlessly, she lies on my chest, an arm and leg draped over me—possessive in her own human way. My woman pants deeply, catching her breath, and I hold her like I’ve known her all my l
ife, like she belongs to me, like I’ll never have to give her away.
“That was amazing,” she says.
“You should rest,” I tell her.
“So we can do it again later?” she questions, looking up at me with a sly smile.
I smile back, wondering if she can see the remorse in my eyes. “Because we leave for Briarmere in the morning.”
“Oh. Okay. I guess I didn’t realize we were leaving so soon.”
I lie there, staring at the ceiling, hating the passage of time because I know it is leading me away from Adelaide.
“Brom?”
“Yes, little one?”
“Maybe after we figure out what’s going on with the witch…after we’ve made some kind of a deal… Maybe then we could…” She doesn’t finish her sentence.
“You want me to take your virginity after we make our deal with the witch?” I ask, raising my head up to peer down at her. I feel honored that she would trust me with something so precious. I think about how far we’ve come.
“We’ll talk about it later,” I say. “For now we should sleep.” I’m far from tired, but I do not wish to start an argument. Nor do I have any desire to reveal the truth to her. I’m walking dangerously close to the edge here. The closer I get to her, the worse it’s going to hurt when she’s gone. I know this woman is going to break me. Adelaide has been in my life for such a short amount of time, but already I don’t know what I’ll do without her.
Chapter 33
Adelaide
Brom isn’t one to wait around. Bright and early the next day, he’s got our gear loaded up and he’s ready to go. I dress slowly, hoping I might entice him in a little more sex play before we make our departure, but he seems to have a one-track mind. I remind myself he’s got to focus on the dangers of the wood and try not to be too hurt over it.
It’s just past dawn as we make our way down the steps of the inn. Already I can hear the enthrall moaning quietly. Even as we step outside, I keep my eyes peeled for the half-blood orc and I wonder vaguely what the other half is.
“It’s not long now. We should reach the outskirts of her territory this evening,” he tells me.
Well, shit. I think to myself. I’ve been selfish on this journey, caught up in these strange blossoming feelings between Brom, when what I should have been doing was thinking about what kind of deal I can make with this witch since I don’t exactly have any virgin blood on me.
“Do witches like anything besides virgins?” I ask, hoping I don’t come off as too transparent.
“I do not know. In my village there is an elder witch—she is on a journey right now, otherwise we would have simply gone to her. Danna. She’s a healer of sorts. She can help cure just about any illness, she can soothe the spirit, she even helps families with birthing. But the witch in Briarmere is not an elder witch. She is something else.”
I slow my pace. “What do you mean? Something else?”
“Let’s just say she’s not the one to go to when looking to soothe the spirit. Nor would you want her to birth your young.”
“Is she dangerous?”
“Does she live in the Perished Woods?” Brom asks with a crooked grin and cocked brow.
“Okay, so yes. Obviously, she’s dangerous. But is she…I don’t know, scary? Should we even trust this person to give you the potions you want?”
“The witch is willing to make deals; it’s important we keep it simple. We will not enter any dark agreements, those always come at a steep cost. If we keep that in mind, all will be well.”
“How can you tell if an agreement is dark or not?”
“Those are deals that usually sound too good to be true. Do not worry over any of this, Adelaide. I will be there to handle the witch. Trust me.”
Trust me, he says, giving me a guilty feeling deep in my stomach. I begin to really worry about this little white lie. I followed Brom out here because I thought I could find a way to return the favors he’s done for me, but now I worry if I’ll be able to strike a deal at all. If I’m not, all this trouble will have been for nothing.
I stop in my tracks and reach for Brom’s muscled arm. His skin is warm despite the early morning chill and I have to stop myself from asking him to hold me. Instead, I focus on the issue at hand. “Brom, why don’t we just go back to your lair and wait for the elder witch?” I suggest. “If you want, I could work for you until she comes back.”
“Are you offering to be my slave Little One?”
“Not a chance in hell. But I’ll help out--cook meals, clean up, try not to kill you or curse either of us.”
He laughs. “Sounds enticing.”
“I’ll even let you spank me when I’m naughty,” I tell him with a smile.
He rubs his hand roughly over his face, murmuring something about the Gods as he does. “I don’t think that’s such a good idea,” he tells me. My face drops but he’s quick to jump in and offer an explanation.
“There’s no telling when the elder witch will return. Her journey might be as long as a year. That is too long to keep you from your Aunt.”
“That is a long time,” I admit.
“So long I might not want to give you up at the end of our time together,” he says carefully, watchful of my reaction.
I nod, thinking back on Brom’s cozy little lair beneath the bridge. If I hadn’t been so scared and angry I might have enjoyed our time there. Of course the way we met didn’t really allow for that. I think I will forever regret not spending more time in that especially beautiful fishing spot he took me to. Brom grunts and turns away and I wonder if he had been looking for some kind of response. I suppose he took my silence as the answer he sought. He continues leading us down the path and the ground beneath our feet becomes muddy.
I think about Ellyn, wondering if she’s gotten word about the village yet, wondering if she thinks I’m dead. If I wait too long she might move and then I’d never be able to find her. I’d be all alone in this world. My foot slips on the wet ground.
“Give me your hand,” Brom says suddenly, shaking me from my thoughts. “It gets wet up ahead.”
“Gets wet?” I say, looking down at my shoes. Already the bottoms of them are caked with a thick layer of sticky mud.
I give him my hand and look up the trail. He’s right. It definitely gets wet. We’re entering a bog and it seems our path disappears right into the very nucleus of it. With each step we take the ground gets muckier and the air thicker and more putrid. Brom takes out his axe and I get nervous, fearful of what might be lurking in the marshy waters.
“Does anything live in there?” I ask, taking my own knife out.
“Absolutely. But we should be more concerned with what lives there,” he says pointing ahead of us. I squint to see through the haze that lingers just above the waters. In the distance, at the far end of the bog, I see the lights of a small house.
I hold Brom a little tighter. “What’s that?” I question.
“Briarmere. The way they live out here isn’t like the villages we are from. They are spread out over many miles, making homesteads in the least hospitable of places.”
“Well at least we don’t have to worry about a horde.”
“I could handle a horde.”
“Of course you could. But I’d rather you didn’t.”
“Have you truly grown so fond of me in recent days Adelaide? Do you worry about me?” Brom teases.
“Fond of you? I guess that’s one way to say it,” I tell him noncommittally. “I will say I’d be lost without you.”
Brom stops short and looks at me, his expression serious. I hurry to explain my meaning.
“Literally Brom. I’d be completely lost in these woods without you. I don’t even think I could make it back to the goblin inn from here.” I look back in the direction we came from. It’s an ocean of tree trunks swathed in a thin layer of mist. “Not that I’d want to…”
He grunts at my explanation, seeming appeased by it and I hide my blush, wondering
if we are ever going to talk openly about anything. When I look at him, he’s staring ahead at the house in the bog. Together we watch the little shack. The lights inside flicker softly like a candle. It doesn’t seem terribly ominous, but I’m not the expert on this place.
“Seems kind of stupid, doesn’t it?” I say, waving my hand at the house. “Why wouldn’t the people ban together out here? There’d be safety in numbers. It could help them survive.”
“Like the half-blood said, these are the rejected. For whatever reason, they had no place among their own people. They either like their privacy or they don’t get along well with others.”
I think back on the woman looking into the window at the inn and to Celia’s last words to me… her suggestion that I go live like the beast that I am in these cursed woods. I wonder if things had been different if I could have ended up like one of these people, living alone out here.
Of course I also think of the beast named Trrowl, the orcs that razed my village, and the wild men who tried to ambush Brom and me. There’s really no telling what’s living in that house and even if they started out like me--a woman with no place she belonged--this place is cursed, who knows what they’re like now.
I sigh heavily, preparing myself for anything. “So the plan is to walk right past this person’s house then?”
“It’s the safest path,” Brom points out. My eyes follow where Brom indicates. I see raised bits of turf poking up through the water. Brom steps out onto them first and turns back to help me cross. It’s easier for him, his legs being so much longer than my own. I take the first leap, holding onto him for support.
“Wait,” I tell him as my dress skims the water’s surface. He releases my hand so I can bend to tie the tattered hem up into a knot.
“Adelaide…” Brom’s voice sounds too solemn for comfort. I straighten my back and look to him.
“What is it?”
“Don’t look into the water,” he warns. Unconsciously my eyes travel downward. “Adelaide!” Brom barks.
