That's what happens when you're a dick. Life intervenes in mysterious ways to get back at you.
I nearly jump in excitement when I find that Mark left his vehicle unlocked. I guess he wasn’t planning on sticking around out here. A shudder rolls through my body, and I ignore the horrible thoughts my mind conjures up, trying to figure out what he had planned for me.
Plopping myself down, I sift through all the compartments trying to find his keys, but after about five minutes of searching and coming up with nothing, I give up.
“Dammit, he must’ve had them in his pocket or something...” My shoulders sag, and I run a hand through my hair.
“Searching for something?”
A gasp escapes my throat when my ears pick up the deep and rich voice belonging to the monster that rescued me. I look over my shoulder. "Don't sneak up on me like that! You scared me half to death." I explain with short breaths, my hand over my chest.
He's without Mark.
I can’t even explain how relieved I feel right now. There’s a tiny bit of sadness that he turned out the way he did, but a crazy person is still a crazy person underneath it all. At the end of the day, I really didn’t need that kind of shit in my life.
“Where did you take him?” I cock my head to the side, my curiosity getting the best of me when I should just be leaving things alone. "You both just disappeared..."
“Somewhere to be punished,” he growls lowly, his facial features tightening into a menacing glare for a quick second before disappearing altogether. "I hope you weren’t trying to leave without paying your toll?"
I froze, momentarily lost in thought. Didn’t I pay the toll? The gate had gone up. It wouldn’t have gone if I didn’t...
“I thought it was free?”
“Free?” He cocks an eyebrow and takes one stride towards me.
I tentatively shuffle back a few steps. His golden yellow eyes burn darker, stealing my attention. My cheeks blush. I swear I see desire burning deep in his features.
Flashes of dirty images of this monster taking me right here and now play through my mind. I groan, imagining how all of that would feel. There’s no reason for me to be so turned on right now, other than the fact it’s been so long since I had any. And Mark doesn’t count because the sex was never that good anyways.
He clears his throat. “I recall you claiming you’d pay any price for safe passage.” The husky tone of his voice doesn't escape my notice. Yeah, that's definitely desire, but there’s so many differences between us. I can’t possibly see how he could be attracted to me given we're clearly different species.
Different is good and fun, better than that boring sex that never involved a real orgasm.
Movement in his loincloth catches my attention. His massive bulge grows larger as if in approval.
I squeeze my wet thighs together. Oh heavens, I need to pay him and get out of here soon, before I let him have his way with me. It's becoming increasingly more difficult to focus with that impressive bulge and the desperate horniness building up inside me.
"Where did you say you took Mark again?" My attempts to steer the conversation in a different direction fails miserably.
“I never specified,” he takes another step closer, his erection appearing to have fully tented his loincloth now. How he manages to stay fully covered and walk normal is beyond me. His cock must be huge! Bigger than any male I’ve seen. Online and in person, and I have seen some pretty fantastic cocks.
I take another step back, averting my gaze, heat blossoming across my cheeks. “So, here’s cash. That should cover the cost of the toll,” I pull out a couple of fives, forcing my thoughts back to my car. I’m going to have to make do and get the hell out of here. Anywhere really. Somewhere I don’t have to think of this monster and his erection or imagine him plowing into me with what must be the biggest cock to grace my presence. Damn! What is wrong with me tonight? I'm never this needy...But I'm never around sexy males who aren't lazy jackasses either.
It's becoming blatantly obvious that I need to get out more often, maybe find someone to scratch this itch with me. Normal would be nice.
Normal hasn't involved a good, rough fucking and you deserve it.
Fuck me. I can't deny that...
His golden yellow eyes pierce me again, and it me makes me want to jump his bones even more. Mark's never looked at me like that.
Ever.
I mean sure, this male is a monster, but he’s a monster that just rescued me, and he’s pretty damn hot for someone that’s not entirely human. His incredibly musculature, I’ve never seen anyone so well built before. Mark certainly wasn’t. That lazy asshole never did anything for himself. I wonder what it would be like to be with someone so incredibly strong and protective. He's got an erection that needs taken care of and I need to be taken and filled, it's only natural.
I shake my head loosely, clearly losing this battle. Maybe I should go for it. We’re both horny and in the mood, and it's all I've been able to think about. Does it make me naughty for wanting something a little insane? Sure, but I’ve heard the best sex is dirty sex and it’s been far too long since anyone’s been down in my pants.
Getting off can be my number one priority, and then I can leave. It seems a reasonable plan as any.
In the second I was lost in my thoughts arguing with myself until I was able to make up my mind, he crossed the last bit of space between us, batting the cash out of my hand.
“You don’t need that where I’m taking you,” he growls into my ear as he whisks me up into his arms and over his shoulders.
“Hey!” I shout out in surprise, not expecting the sudden movement. “Where are you taking me? I should be getting home,” I lie as an uninvited second thoughts creep their way in.
“We both know that’s not true." He gently taps my ass. "It’s time to pay the toll, Trisha.” He enunciates my name, tasting it like it’s fucking candy.
Oh heavens, I'm so screwed!
He heads into the toll booth. It’s dark, and I can’t see what’s happening, but that buzzing sound from when Mark disappears comes back. I clasp my ears, knowing that loud pop is coming.
And it does.
He doesn't set me down when he leaves the toll both again, but he does make a steady pace into the forest somewhere. Something is different. Everything is the same, but different. The colors are off, the sky is brighter and there's tiny bright wisp-like orbs floating everywhere. Their multi colors make everything appear magical. Even the sounds of crows cawing in the dark, swaying trees is different. Or maybe there's too much blood in my head since I'm hanging upside down.
"Where are we?" I ask, eyeing the world as if I was high as a kite.
"The in-between." He places a large hand on my ass, claiming ownership.
I squirm under the heat of his palm. "What are you doing to me?" I moan out.
"Nothing you don't want me to do," he growls, and it's very sexy. "Your mine now, Trisha. This is the price I demand for safe passage. I demand it."
I gasp as he pulls me off his shoulder and into his arms. His eyes penetrate me. There's no denying his claim, and even if there was, it's not like I can do anything about it.
"Mine." His eyes darken in a haze of lust, his lip snarls as he growls the single and possessive word, before pressing forward to his destination.
"Yes, yes. Take me. I want you to fuck me so badly.”
“There will be no badly fucking.” He chuckles before turning dead serious. “You are mine now. Not just for tonight, but forever,” he claims with a sweet smile on his face, like he's won the lottery.
“Oh...forever? No going back?” I look around, unsure of this magical place. This wasn't what I envisioned when I agreed to pay any price, but I can’t deny the allure of it, or how happy he seemed to be now that I’ve been claimed. Even though I'm feeling incredibly horny right now, I lay against his chest in silence, contemplating the whole forever thing. He did rescue me from Mark, so that’s a plus, but I don’t kn
ow much about him. What if I fall for another male who decides to toss our relationship into oblivion? I can’t do that again...but a mate that wants me forever...Isn't that what I’ve been wanting for a long time now anyways?
He places a hand on my chin, pulling my gaze towards his direction.
His movements come to a halt; our mystery destination placed on hold. "I don't want your submission or the obligation of the toll price written over your face, Trisha. If you wish to leave, I will let you go, but I much prefer you stay. I want your heart, your very soul. I want you to be my mate. I want to breed you, and for you to bear me younglings." His thumb moves up my chin to my check where he runs circles in affection before placing the same hand behind my head and pulls me in for a kiss.
I close my eyes, butterflies bursting through my stomach and chest as his incredibly soft lips touch down on mine. They are soft and smooth, not chapped and dry. Feeling more at ease, with his passionate words that I shouldn't at all be comfortable with, but for some reason I am, I tentatively lick his lips.
He groans, opening his mouth to me. The moment our tongues touch for the first time, a powerful spark ignites inside me. This was what was missing between my ex and me, and here it is with this monster that I know nothing about but is now claiming me as a mate.
I pause and pull away, but only for a moment. He growls, thrusting his hips upwards, forcing his hot and hard erection against my ass. I stifle the moan stuck in my throat.
"I don't even know your name or what you are."
"Vagaris and isn't it obvious? I'm a troll." He grins.
“A troll...I thought they lived under bridges.” My eyes wander around searching for said bridge. His face turns to a look of confusion, like a child who was denied candy on Halloween and couldn’t figure out why. So I change the subject to a more pressing matter. "Thanks for saving me, Vagaris. I won't deny that there's something between us, but why me? How do you know you'll want whatever this is forever?"
It's a justifiable question. If I'm going to give up my life on Earth to live in this magical, glowing in-between world, I need to be sure.
"It is the way. Our kind had always sought out mates on Earth. I have been waiting for you for a long time, but I must warn you, the sexual appetite of a troll is hard for some women to bear. If that will be a prob-"
"Not a problem," I cut him off, excitedly. Not everything about sex, but I've been delivered for so long, this is exactly what I need. A male who wants me, can be honest with me and wants to fuck like rabbits.
"Then I shall take you now." He doesn't give me much time to process his words as he crushes his mouth back against mine, as he begins making pace again.
I can only hope we make it there soon, because I’m so hot and bothered right now that I’m about to burst.
Our lips lock and our tongues duel. He tastes sweet and spicy with a hint of smoke. I can feel him moving, but I'm so lost in our kiss that I don't pay much attention. That is, until he pulls his lips from mine. I groan out in protest as he deposits me on a massively lush bed. Huh? Do beds just fall from the sky in the in-between? When I open my eyes, I’m in a bedroom with cherry wood planked walls. It has a simple, yet humble abode feeling about it
I fall backwards, where he stands there watching. Waiting.
"I didn't say I was finished."
He smirks. "I never said it was over, did I? We're just getting started."
I suddenly get the feeling that everything I've ever wanted, Vagaris is going to give me. Everything I've ever needed; he's going to provide. A home, a mate, a family and incredible sex.
Chapter 3: The Taking
"Undress me," he commands.
I slide off the edge of the bed, shivering with anticipation. Vagaris places a hand on my shoulder and gently applies pressure, forcing me to my knees. Placing a hand on each of his thighs, they slink upwards towards his loincloth, until my finger reaches the rough material hiding my prize. With quick movements, I untie the tight knot. His loincloth drops to the floor with a quick whoosh.
His cock springs free, bobbing, completely free of its previous restraints. It's long and wide, and full of angry looking veins. I lick my lips as a thick and beady drop of cum dribbles from the tip, sliding down the eight or nine inches of his shaft to his heavy and full looking balls.
I gasp, shocked. Something about big balls really gets me going, probably because I like to imagine they are so full, it drives males wild to release it. And judging by the steady dribble already pouring out, I'd say Vagaris is very backed up.
When the shock wears off, I grin, wrapping both my hands around his shaft—one just isn’t enough because of his girth. The blood pumping through his veins pulse under the pressure in my hand, and I bet that if I let go his cock go, it would bob up and down impatiently for the treatment it deserves.
I squeeze gently, running my hands up and down the length of him a few times.
He groans, appreciatively. “As punishment for trying to escape me without paying your toll, you will make me cum with your mouth first and then I’ll take care of your needs. All of them. Anything you desire, you will have, as long as you are mine.”
“Oh heavens.” I close my eyes for a second. "That's fine by me." I grin coyly, meeting his passionate eyes.
If he thinks this is a punishment, he's in for a big surprise. I love sucking cock. It’s not just about the action, it's about owning the power of a man’s orgasm. It's something I like to call pleasure overdose—taking him so far over the edge, watching him until he can’t control himself anymore, and blows his load. And for whatever reason my ex didn’t like blowjobs, so this is actually more of a prize for me. I stifle a giggle, hiding my secret in the hopes that I receive ‘this’ kind of punishment more often. Just looking at him makes me want to go to town and empty every ounce of him.
Biting my lips, I get to work by cupping his balls in one hand and slowly jerking his shaft with the other. His cock is velvety soft, and his balls are heavy, like he's been saving his load for me all his life. I lean in, licking him appreciatively from the base of his balls to the very tip of his cock. I'm rewarded with a sweet and salty bead of cum. Pulling the tip into my mouth, I suck like I would a straw, forcing anything in his shaft upwards and out. More flavory pre-cum bursts across my tongue.
"Do that again," he rasps over a groan, his eyes heavily lidded.
I lick him again and again, slower, enjoying the taste of him in my mouth as his cock pulses beneath my ministrative touches. After the fifth and final lick, I pull the tip of the head back into my mouth, accepting his offerings. Then I move down and suckle on his balls while stroking him lazily. I've heard that doing this increases the size of a load when a male has an orgasm.
"Harder," he demands.
My sucking and stroking increase in firmness. By now, I’m so worked up I can’t help but reach down into my pants to touch myself.
"No," he growls, grabbing my chin, compelling me to look straight into his darkened lust-filled eyes. "You will finish serving me first. And then I will take care of you. This is your punishment...shall I drag it out longer?"
Squirming under his demands, my head shakes several times in quick succession. The need for a release has been far too long, and as much as I want him to explode in my mouth, I need to get off too. Honestly, if I could do both at the same time. That would be a wicked insanity. I’ve had fantasies of giving a blow job while getting pumped from behind.
Pulling my hand out of my pants, I get back to servicing his cock with even more enthusiasm. This time, as I cup his heavily loaded balls, I take the entire head of his cock into my mouth, unlike before with just the tip. My lips need a moment to stretch over the sheer size of his girth, but a hand is placed on the back of my head, pushing me to accept more of him. His pulsing cock drowns out my groan, and a surge of wetness is released from my pussy.
Guess I didn't need much time to accommodate him after all.
I love it when a male takes control and unleas
hes his sexual aggression. And that's exactly what he's doing, demanding my body to accommodate his needs, being just the right amount of forceful and gentle at the same time.
My mouth bobs up and down on his thick cock, slow at first, adjusting to the almost painful stretch required to do the job. It’s exciting, knowing that eventually my pussy will be enjoying the painful burn of accommodating his size too. That thought spurs me onwards, along with the grateful responses Vagaris makes as my mouth slobs over his cock, which has since deepened to an even darker shade of green. I work harder, and eventually I move my hand up to pump him in time with the blow job.
“Wait,” he pants as he moves on his knees. “Get on all fours. A naughty female should always be on her hands and knees until her male is satisfied.”
“Oh heavens, keep talking dirty like that.” I shut my eyes and sigh, getting into position as he demanded, then continue sucking him off like I’m trying to win first place. I really want to win my release. I'll blow him so hard he will have no choice but to pleasure me.
“You like it when I talk naughty to you?” He questions me inquisitively over a grunted moan.
“Mhmmmm,” I hum, my mouth too busy to respond.
“Good, then keep sucking me off.” He places a hand on my head, grabbing a fistful of hair and helps me get the momentum he needs, while his other hand reaches down and plays with my breast through my shirt. He squeezes and flicks through my layers of clothing. I wish so badly I undressed before we started, but that just means there's more fun and excitement going forward.
Swirling my tongue around him, I pause. “I want to feel your skin on mine.”
“No, not yet. Keep sucking.” His hips begin to pump in time with me. “Fuck, I’m going to cum soon...keep going...ahh, just like that.”
I pump him faster, suck him harder, and play with his balls more. His loud and breathy groans spur me on, igniting me to work him over the edge. His grasp on my head. It turns slightly painful, but oh, it’s so good. It’s almost enough to make me explode myself if I wasn’t so focused on him right now. The way he’s getting exactly what he needs from my body, chasing his orgasm as he uses my mouth, is wonderful.
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