Troll-y Yours BBW Erotic Curvy Fantasy Romance (The Centaurs)

by Fredricks, Sheri

  Ella’s mouth turned desert dry and her heart swelled with emotion as her eyes strayed over his muscular chest and shoulders. His skin looked polished as tawny silk. She opened her mouth to reply, but her lips only formed a small O.

  Handsome as a Greek god and warrior strong, he towered over her with his thick head of short black hair, fierce dark eyes, broad shoulders, and sculpted ab muscles. His goatee added a sinister lure that tempted more than detracted.

  “You should get in the shower,” she whispered.

  His hands came up to cup her face as his head lowered to cover her lips with his. The touch of his fingers set off tingles in the skin of her cheeks, and the demands of his mouth sent sparks of sensation coursing through her. Ella’s breasts suddenly felt full, and pressure began to build between her legs.

  Al nibbled at her lower lip, teasing it, tugging it with his teeth.

  Her hands clutched his wrists, unable to do more than hang on and hope her legs held her up. When she opened her mouth on a sigh, his tongue charged inside without hesitation, brushing every interior surface.

  His body moved a fraction against hers, enough that his legs bracketed hers, and the hardness of his cock pushed at her through her jeans. Heat consumed her, the small muscles deep inside vibrated, and she couldn’t have pushed him away to save her life.

  When Al lifted his head, Ella felt dazed and breathless, her eyes held captive by his smooth chocolate ones, now darkening to a luscious mahogany.

  His tongue swept lightly across her mouth. “I think we need to take this somewhere a little more comfortable, don’t you?”

  “After your shower.”

  “Join me?”

  His dark eyes stared. Compelling—magnetic. Eyes that hoped and promised of untold delights to come. Oh, mama…Then he smiled, and Ella melted on the spot.

  Al yanked off her dirty t-shirt and threw it on the floor, then was content to caress her hair.

  She kicked off her shoes, then her jeans were the next to go, followed by her socks, until she stood in her matching plain white bra and sensible underwear.

  Goosebumps rose on Ella’s skin, not from the temperature because the bathroom had become a steamy erotic cave. Though the self-consciousness she normally felt about her oversized body was less right now, she still felt fat and shameful.

  She reminded herself that he’d seen it all before. And seeing her again in nothing but her skivvies would remind him that he could do better.

  It’s better this way.

  Her face grew hot, which meant her freckles were popping up. Dammit!

  Al reached to pull up the faucet lever, and a waterfall streamed from the plate-sized chrome showerhead. His eyes searched hers, warm and gentle.

  A steady thrumming on the bottom of the white porcelain tub matched the buzzing in her ears. Mist rose, a thick curtain of steam that sat heavily on her skin.

  “Get in.” Ella couldn’t take the pressure of standing half-naked in the close confines of the tiled room. She helped steady him as he lifted his injured leg over the high side of the sleigh-style tub, then drew the curtain around. Proud and ringed in full glory by a crown of dark curly hair, his cock stood straight out. The site dampened her already wet panties.

  Al turned to look at her. “You have clothes on.” He sounded offended. “Come here.”

  Faster than she could do it herself, he reached around and unhooked her bra with two fingers. Ella obediently shrugged the loosened straps from her shoulders and let the material fall away to the floor.

  She watched while his eyes devoured her body, and she fought the urge to suck in her gut.

  With a slight tug, he pulled her closer and paused to bend his head. His damp hair was cold against her skin, but his open mouth was fiery as he closed it, not so tenderly, around her nipple.

  He switched sides. “Don’t want to make the other jealous,” he murmured as his lips slid into the hollow, then up the small mound of her other breast. His teeth teased the tight bud while his hands roamed down the curve of her butt.

  “I still have clothes on, Al. Let’s finish one venture before starting another.” Ella’s pulse skipped and jumped in response to the sweet pluck and pull of his mouth. She buried her fingers in his hair to ground herself.

  “Yes, ma’am.” Al lifted his head, eyes blazing hot. He hooked a finger under the band on either side of her hips and slowly drew her panties down to mid-thigh. “You’ll have to do the rest, Sweet-thing. I can’t lean any farther on my leg.”

  Ella waggled her bottom and slid out of her underwear. As soon as they were kicked aside, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herself full against him.

  “You really need to shower,” she murmured against his strong jaw, then started kissing her way across his goatee. “There’s a bed out there that’s nice and soft, and it has our name on it.”

  Close proximity, and the fact that she attempted to have a rational discussion, didn’t deter him in the least. He used both hands to lift her over the rim of the tub to stand in front of him.

  “We don’t need a comfy bed, Kalos,” he whispered against her mouth as he backed her into the very steamy spray of water, and then finished drawing the curtain around them. His voice was all throaty and sexy as he gathered her in his arms. “This will do quite nicely.”

  The bathtub wasn’t small, but it didn’t seem large enough either. “I really don’t think this will work…” Ella managed between his drugging kisses. Temped water sluiced down her back, gluing her wet hair to her cheeks and neck.

  Al was glued to her front. The hair on his chest titillated her breasts, his erection pushed impatiently against her belly.

  In spite of the now lukewarm water, Ella was fever-ridden and so ready, her heart raced and her nipples felt ultra sensitive.

  Al chuckled with a deep, masculine sound and nibbled on the underside of her chin. He skimmed his hand down…over her breast, much too brief in whisking lightly down her waist, her hip, and settling on her upper thigh. “Have a little faith. Put your arms around my neck.”

  Ella did as she was told.

  He hooked his hand under her knee, angled into her, and slid his cock inside her to sheath himself to the hilt. He maneuvered her foot to the bathtub’s rim, his hands sure, his kisses intoxicating with lust.

  This centaur was making her light-headed with passion. He certainly knew how to deliver astonishing pleasure with his clever mouth and predatory fingers.

  Aleksander took his lovemaking to an artistic new level, and he took it seriously. Strong, rhythmic strokes pumped in and out.

  “You’ve done this before.” Her inner muscles clenched to hold him.

  “Practice drills, getting ready for you. I want this to be good for you.” He kissed her long and deep.

  The sincerity and tenderness in his voice as he kissed her neck splintered her apart. She lost track of time, caught up in a storm of desire as he filled her thoughts with unbelievable kisses and touches, so powerful she couldn’t catch her breath.

  Making love in the old-fashioned tub wasn’t just possible. It was mind-blowingly fantastic. Ella’s body tightened, every cell saturated with hot lust for this male, and some other emotion she couldn’t name.

  “Are we finished here?” she asked as he pumped into her. All while washing her subtly and managing to get all her girly parts doing the happy dance, despite the twisting contortions. “I want more than this.”

  Alek leaned away far enough to glance down at the now clean wound on his leg. “Your wish is my command, Kalos.”

  Sixteen

  Aleksander inhaled deeply.

  Sweet scents of violet and pine mingled with the clean freshness of sun-dried bed sheets. The wild mixture of Boronda’s floral bouquet drifted from a potpourri bowl on the dresser. Beneath the cloying layer was a vague hint of roses that grew in colorful hillside profusion.

  Yet none was so arousing as the fragrance of the female in his arms. Lightly scented jasmine drifted from th
e glossy fall of Ella’s hair and blended with the beauty of her body…and the musk of her arousal.

  Alek swept his hand over the satiny surface of her skin, feeling every dip and hollow with the tips of his fingers. The notch of her navel…the crease where her hip and thigh joined…the soft, curly hair covering her sweet spot.

  Bending his head, he sucked on a rosy nipple, circling his tongue before pressing it flat against the roof of his mouth. His reward was a soft moan and an arching of Ella’s back that pushed her deeper between his lips. He molded the full swell of her breast, loving the feel of its warm weight in his palm.

  His cock stood hard enough to pound nails from the moment Ella untied his first boot. They were in a hideaway haven, with as many amenities as a Centaur home in the forest had to offer. He’d nearly ripped her clothes off in his urgency to get rid of them, to feel naked skin against naked skin. Since they’d arrived, he was so wound up that he was afraid he’d explode before they even got started.

  You’re Kempor Aleksander, Head Centaur Guard. You have legendary experience and control. Use it now. He gritted his teeth and cranked it back as much as he could, resolved to take the time to do this properly. But gazing at her was enough to ramp up his fevered arousal.

  Ella’s beautiful nude body was a work of art, with her succulent hips and breasts.

  His eyes strayed to the advent of her thighs, to the plush nest which hid the secret of her sex—the tastiest flesh he’d ever licked. She was a banquet and Alek’s only conflict was whether to attack her first with his mouth or let Meat Wrench have her. He’d barely contained himself to crawl out of the tub and get her into the floorbed with him, so great was his need to take her where they stood.

  Her other nipple poked at him with tempting fascination, and he moved his mouth to cover it. He trailed his hand down her body, over the soft swell of her belly, to the wet slit below.

  Gods. So wet, so ready. How was he supposed to hold back?

  Ella moaned and parted her thighs to his touch.

  He easily found her hot nub with the pad of his thumb. While he sucked deeply on her taut nipple, his thumb brushed back and forth against the tiny bundle of nerves, drawing the little whimpers of pleasure that turned him on even more.

  Alek lifted his head to sweep his lips against hers, gently licking them, teasing the corners, nibbling on her full lower one. Her lips lured him with their sensuous swell, and he learned he loved to kiss and taste them. Nip at them.

  He could lose hours just making love to her mouth.

  Ella opened her mouth then, and he pounced on the perfect moment by slipping his tongue in to find the hot slickness inside. The hesitant touch of her tongue against his, sent arrows of fire rocking through him. The strike went straight to his throbbing cock and aching balls.

  Whoa, buddy. Slow down. He only had one opportunity to show how much he wanted her. How he felt about her—royal duties be dammed.

  Their tongues danced, slowly at first, and then darting back and forth while his thumb continued to work her clit in an unhurried motion.

  Ella moaned again, the tight sound echoing into his mouth. Her hands pulled at his back, straining her body closer to his.

  When she bent her legs and dropped her thighs wide open, he accepted her silent invitation to explore farther. He moved his hand until he slid two fingers into the hot well of her center.

  Holy Bacchus. Hot, hot, hot!

  So very wet. The tight walls of her sex were slippery with her juices, her flesh pulsing around his fingers.

  Aleksander tore his mouth away from her.“Ella.” His voice was hoarse and he hardly recognized it. “I can’t wait any longer.”

  “Then don’t,” she urged. “I want you inside me. I want you now.”

  “You don’t need to tell me twice.” Meat Wrench jumped with joy.

  Alek levered himself to his knees, ready for action. However, the sight of her damp, welcoming pink center was so tempting, so mouth-watering, that first he had to have a taste. Lowering his head, he used his thumbs to spread her labia wide, then lapped the length of her slit and let his goatee tickle her clit.

  “For the love of Bacchus!” Ella’s desperate keen of pleasure sent another surge of heat through him. And he loved those sounds.

  Thus, he did it again…and again, not sure who he teased most. Licking the honey-tart taste from his lips, Aleksander moved into position, notching himself at her opening. With one firm roll of his hips, he entered her scorching, wet heat.

  Oh, gods of mythic pleasure!

  Her small inner muscles clamped around him so tight, it was like being burned alive by the sweetest heat. He clenched his jaw, every muscle in his body tightening with the need for release, but he held himself in check, allowing time to enjoy the feel of her around him like a hot glove.

  “Al.”

  Alek squeezed his eyes shut. The breathy sound of his name on her delectable tongue would be his undoing. But he wanted his name, his full name, to pass between her lips before he tumbled them over the edge.

  “My name is Aleksander. Say it.”

  “Al…”

  He hooked his arm around one of her knees, lifting her leg high. Pulling back, he drove into her hard.

  “Oh, yes! Yes—Aleksander.”

  “That’s my girl.” He added a playful slap to her ass. “Say it again.”

  This time Ella’s voice strained. She arched and threw her head back. “Al—Aleksander!”

  “Yes, Kalos.” He pounded her in earnest now, his scrotum tightening, pressure building. If he gritted his teeth any harder, he’d chip the points off. Strain of holding back was almost painful, and he closed his eyes tight.

  Ella’s short nails sank into his skin where she gripped his forearms. “I’m—Holy Titans!”

  Faint spasms gripped the head of his deeply buried cock. The milking sensation moved up his shaft with increasing strength and speed.

  Beneath him, Ella’s body bucked. She cried out, moaning long and low. Her small hands moved to cling to his back.

  If she drew blood, he could really give a shit.

  This was ecstasy at its peak.

  The best he’d ever had.

  With a subtle shift, Ella reached down and grabbed a handful of his hardworking ass, pressed him into her and forced him to lag his frantic movements.

  “Gods,” he moaned. “Please.” The slide and drag was more than he could bear, his whole body felt the sensation. Tight, wet, hot, she enveloped him. She moved beneath him in a slow pumping rhythm.

  He didn’t last long.

  Explosions of white-hot rapture, and he was there. Aleksander stiffened his arm braced beside her shoulder, slapped his hips once more to hers, and let loose his climax. Buried deep, liquid energy erupted from his body into hers, creating a shockwave that ripped him in two.

  Time stopped. The forest fell away. All that remained was a perfect female Troll who gathered his depleted body close.

  On the slow float back to earth, Aleksander realized it was the only time a woman had ever taken such care to pleasure him.

  He wanted to weep, but of course a soldier would never do that. Instead, he rolled to his side, turning Ella so her warm back lay spooned against his chest. In his arms, he held her pliant body close and cupped a soft breast. Nipples distended from his greedy mouth, rolled between his thumb and forefinger.

  “Ella…will you stay with me?”

  Alek felt her subtle stiffening, as if a bolt of lightning had struck. She’d been indifferent to him before, to think her feelings hadn’t changed constricted his chest.

  Impossible. I’m…me!

  Many mythics harbored racism toward the other nationalities. Because of the Great War, Nymphs and Centaurs carried mutual hatred. The Council of Trolls long argued their ancestors created the underground caverns of the Centaur palace. His race didn’t believe Trolls carried the acumen of schematical thinking. Thus, occasional skirmishes broke out.

  At the moment, he didn�
�t care if he believed in anything past cuddling the Troll nestled in his arms.

  Ella inched her hips away from his, then cleared her throat. “Define the word stay.”

  A tingling itch erupted at the base of his spine. It quickly climbed his back, engulfed each vertebra along the way, and spread to cover his ribcage.

  “I’m transitioning. I don’t want this to scare you.” Experience taught him the females liked to watch and often left him on the sidelines like an odd freak show. “You feel so damn good in my arms. I don’t want to let you go.”

  Hearing his words, Ella’s body relaxed. Her hand came up and covered his, where it lay caressing her breast. “Then, I’m glad I have a view of the closet if you think I’ll scream like a little cub.”

  Alek chuckled at her smartass response and placed a kiss behind her ear. Under their lightweight blanket, his spine elongated and rear legs grew, creating an amusing rise as the coverlet mysteriously expanded below. Millions of air beads inside the floorbed’s mattress adjusted in accordance to his changing weight. His tail pushed out from beneath the blanket, and he swished the growing hair to keep them from tangling.

  Alek nuzzled her jasmine scented throat, taking time to suck her earlobe and nip the smooth line of her neck. She wriggled her bottom against the fur sprouting with the transformation of his equine front legs. In return, he hugged her tight, closing his eyes and relishing the intimate moment.

  “Women must line up around the boundary for a chance to be with you during transition.” Subtle, yet still there…her ever present hint of sarcasm.

  He huffed a laugh. “What makes you say that?”

  Ella turned in his arms, wedging her narrow waist between his forelegs.

  Carefully, he lifted his top hoof and scooped her hourglass figure closer…then groaned when the wanton Troll slid her leg over his hide-covered girth.

  Playing with his neck chain, she refused to meet his eyes. “I’m not stupid, Al. I saw females crawling all over you at the speed-date.”