by Allysa Hart
It took everything in me to go slow and gentle, and not just ravage her and fuck her brains out, but I wanted to enjoy her and savor the gift I had been given. I was also more than a little nervous about having sex in my ogre form. No matter what Ariana said, I did not want to hurt her. And yet, I knew I would.
Slowly and tenderly, I lifted the hem of her dress, and pulled, raising it over her head, quickly discarding it in a pile on the floor. Her body, now clad in only a bra and panties, captured my attention. She was long and lithe, with just the right curves in all the right places. She’d been almost too thin when she’d first come to stay with me, but my penchant for baked goods had rid her of that particular issue quickly. Her breasts were a firm B cup, held up by the lacy white bra I had ordered for her, and pinkish brown nipples were taut and hard under the lace, poking out at attention. I groaned, burying my face against the soft skin of her belly. I was so hard, I felt as if I could explode at any minute just from looking at her.
“Grayson, please,” she moaned, shifting under my weight.
“Grayson, please?” I parroted back to her, grinning at the adorably eager picture she made. “Please, what, little princess? What do you want?”
“You! I want you!” She was panting and breathless, and I hadn’t even touched her yet.
“Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea what you’re asking.”
Her body writhed against mine and she moaned again. I couldn’t have stopped myself if I wanted to. But, I didn't want to. The little minx reached down and stuck her hand into the waistband of my shorts, finding my hard cock and wrapping her hand around it.
The simple action was so new, and so erotic, it flipped a switch in me, turning me into the primal being I actually was, bringing out the ogre within.
“Naughty little girl,” I growled, capturing her bottom lip between my teeth, and giving it a nibble. “Daddy’s cock should not be touched without permission.”
Ariana giggled, not heeding my warning, and squeezed it a little tighter. Grabbing her by one slim wrist, I lifted her off the floor and flipped her onto her belly, smacking first one ass cheek and then the other. Her cheeks glowed pink through her panties, and I could see that she was wet with arousal. The smell of her womanly juices entranced me. I needed to touch, to smell, to taste. Another quick flip and she was on her back beneath me once more, and I had my thick fingers hooked into the waistband of her delicate panties. I started to slowly pull them over her hips, but when she looked at me and licked her lips mischievously, I lost it. Grabbing the panties under her belly button with both hands, I pulled the fabric in opposite directions, watching with satisfaction as it tore into two pieces straight down the middle exposing her mound, glistening and ready.
A soft sweet gasp escaped from her lips as the cool air in the room brushed her exposed pussy. All of a sudden shy, she moved to cover herself with one hand, but I caught it and pinned it above her head.
“Grayson,” she whined, batting her eyelashes at me as she tried to wiggle from my grasp.
“Oh, sweet princess, you need to learn, little one, that you are not in charge here. Not at all. I’ll give you what you want, but I will be the one to decide when and how.”
“Grayson.” The word was a soft moan, a plea for relief. My head was at eye level with her sweet pussy, and I swore I could see it pulsing with want of me.
“Not Grayson,” I growled, flicking her clit with my index finger in a fashion that had her howling with the ecstasy of pain and pleasure. “Call me Ogre Daddy.”
Her eyes widened, and her lips parted in surprise. She started to shake her head, and I grabbed one thigh, forcing her legs apart, leaving her wide and ready for me. I could see the fear and hesitation on her face, but there was also excitement, and deep insatiable hunger. I recognized every emotion, matching them with my own.
“Say it.” Dipping my head between her legs, I parted her soft folds with two fingers and licked between them, slowly, then quickly, then slowly again, until she was shaking and thrusting her hips to meet my tongue.
I shook my head, pulling away slowly. “Say it.”
Clamping her lips together stubbornly, she smiled, arched her back, and thrust herself toward me once more. My guard was down, and she managed to free her wrist. She was quick enough to slide her hand beneath my shirt and secure her slim fingers around the base of one green nipple. Her fingers were soft and small, and the pressure was nothing more than a slight tickle. She couldn't say the same when, despite the thin lacy covering of her bra, I mirrored her action, reciprocating with a hard twist to her left nipple, leaving my fingers firmly pinched around its tip.
“This is a very bad time to be testing your daddy, little princess. A very bad time indeed.”
I saw the moment her desperate need won over her stubbornness and feisty spirit. Her eyes lit with mischief and just as quickly, they glazed over, the need on her face as clear as the sun in the sky.
“Yes, Ogre Daddy,” she whispered, submitting to my demands with a soft sigh.
“That’s my good little princess,” I cooed, dipping my head to taste her once more.
Sex with Grayson was a magical, earth-shattering, soul-breaking experience, and he had barely even touched me yet. I was primed, and ready, desperate to see his thick cock, and even more desperate to feel him inside me, all but ripping me open as he thrust into me, filling me to the brim, as I was sure he would. I was starving for him, aching to give him my virginity in a fast and furious fucking, but he seemed determined to draw it out as long as he could, taking whatever he wanted from me, and demanding my submission in the process. He was in the bedroom just as he was in life: considerate and gentle, while still being firm and commanding.
I had never dreamed of having a man’s tongue probing me down there as he was doing, but it was glorious, and I didn’t want him to stop. My body moved to meet each thrust of its own accord, and each time he paused, I thought I would go out of my mind with need before he started again.
When his head rested on my belly, I was sure I would die from the pulsing aching need between my legs. Never had I felt such an ache down there, a thirst that did not seem quenchable.
Frantic, I pushed on the top of his head, but like every other part of him, his head was large and strong, no match for my meager force.
“Oh, Princess, you are so wet, so ready. I know you want me. I can’t wait to bury my cock inside of you and fuck you until you scream Ogre Daddy so hard you are left hoarse and gasping for breath. But I’m big, little princess, bigger than you can imagine, and I want to make sure you are ready to take my cock.”
I whimpered in response, more from excitement than fear. I knew Grayson was self-conscious about his ogreness, and I just wanted to see him, all of him, and show him that I loved and wanted him, just the way he was, giant green dick and all.
As if he could read my mind, my ogre blushed, and grinned devilishly, holding my gaze with his own. “I’m going to touch you now, little princess. I’m going to touch this sweet little pussy and fuck you with my fingers to get you ready for me. But just know, that I am more than ready for you.”
He held up one thick finger, and then two, before reaching between my legs and stroking my folds, leaving me writhing under his ministrations. His fingers were thick, and filled me, but I knew they were nothing compared to what his cock would be.
He seemed determined to tease and torture, and draw this out as long and sweet as possible, and all I could think about was setting my eyes on his cock. And my hands. And my lips. And my pussy.
But teasing me was what my ogre did best, and I quickly learned that the bedroom would be no exception. His thick fingers strummed me expertly, caressing every inch of me, softly first, then not so gently. My hips bucked off the floor as he pushed his fingers in and out in a rhythm that left me constantly guessing, bringing me to the cusp of orgasm, and down again without relief every single time. I was ready to scream, but it wasn’t going to be Ogre Daddy I would be screaming if
he didn’t let up.
I was bucking my hips, screeching my frustration as he kissed me, and pummeling the floor beneath me, when he finally stopped.
Pulling myself to a near sitting position, as much as I could with him on top of me, I leveled him with an angry glare. “That’s enough stalling, Grayson. Take your clothes off.”
His giant Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he gulped, and his brow arched upward. His lips were a thin line and his jaw twitched menacingly. He sighed and his expression turned to one of mild amusement.
“Fair enough, Princess.” With a wink he hopped to his feet, and I pulled myself up on my knees in front of him. He didn’t ask me to, I just wanted to.
He pulled his shirt off, tossing it to the floor. His chest was massive, but, well, I’d already seen that part of him. Before I could verbalize that fact, I saw him take a deep breath as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down, stepping out of them with a sheepish smile.
I had been watching his face, but I looked down and there it was in all its massive green glory. Holy shit.
This thing was easily longer than my forearm, and a dark emerald green, much darker than his skin, which unlike mine, lightened in the sun.
My eyes bulged in their sockets and I forced a smile. Then, before I could chicken out, I cupped his tennis ball size nuts in the palm of my hand, and took the very tip of his engorged cock between my lips.
He twitched in surprise at my reaction, making everything worth it. There was no way I could put his entire length in my mouth, but I did the best I could, taking him as far into my mouth as was humanly possible, and licking and sucking to my heart's content.
He grabbed hold of the top of my head to steady himself as his whole body shuddered with ecstasy.
“Ari, oh god, my princess,” he moaned as I flicked my tongue across the tip of his dick. Sucking greedily, I grinned up at him, melting when he smiled down at me with misty eyes. Mission accomplished.
“Ariana,” he growled lustily when I pulled back, and then prepared to take him in my mouth once more. “Ariana, if you don’t stop now, little princess, I won’t be able to keep myself from filling your mouth with my cum.”
Idly, I wondered what a load of ogre cum would taste like and if it would be any different than human cum, before realizing it didn’t matter; I had nothing to compare it to anyway.
“I want to fill a different hole.”
Oh, right. Pulling away, I rocked back on my heels and smiled up at him. “I’m ready for you, Ogre Daddy.”
His groan was feral as he gazed down at me, his eyes glazed with lust. “I think we’re going to need some lube.”
I looked at his cock again, and nodded my head in hasty agreement. “Um… do you have any?” I didn’t dare ask about protection. I was certain they didn’t make condoms in his size.
“No, but I have coconut oil, and that’s basically the same thing.”
He turned to head for the kitchen, and I couldn’t help but giggle as I got a clear view of sexy green ogre butt. I wasn’t sure what I had been expecting, but this was a fine specimen of ass. Each buttock was the size of my head, but they were firm, and rounded, well-toned, and tight enough I could bounce a quarter off those bright green cheeks.
When he was out of sight, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My hair was mussed, my lips were swollen and full from kissing, and I looked oddly pale. I also looked incredibly satisfied. Still, a little half-assed primping never hurt anyone. This was my first time, and I wanted to be sure I looked as sexy as possible. Thank god for needing to wash laundry, and having no choice but to wear my less practical lace undergarments today. That had worked out well. I could hear Grayson’s feet thumping against the hardwood floor as he made his way back, so I quickly flipped my hair, and ran my fingers through it, then pinched my cheeks to rid myself of the paleness, just the way my mother, the queen, had taught me to do. For one last good measure, I quickly removed my last piece of clothing, tossing my bra aside and pinching each of my nipples so that they were full and erect.
I had barely finished my fussing when Grayson reentered, clutching a giant jar of coconut oil, and sporting a clearly lubed up erection. Looking at his greasy giant, coconut-scented cock gave me a second thought or two, and I hesitated but only for a moment.
Smiling so that I looked braver than I felt, I leaned back onto the floor, and waited for my ogre. It helped that Grayson looked nervous too as he got down onto his knees and straddled my body, carefully hovering above my hips so as not to hurt me.
His engorged cock rested on my belly, surprising me with its softness.
“Ready?” he asked me with a wink, and I realized I was. I had been nervous mere moments before, but the charming self-satisfied grin he wore was endearing, calming me from the inside out.
“You took charge for a little while there, Princess,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss me. “But I’m taking it back now. Let me know if I’m hurting you. Don’t be afraid to tell me what you need, but remember who your ogre daddy is.”
Ogre Daddy. Those two words almost always did it for me. My breath left me in a short whoosh of air, leading a slow burn of arousal down my chest, into my stomach, and then down there. Where he was.
“Grayson,” I whimpered impatiently, fully aware that any attempts to rush him would prove futile.
“Ogre Daddy,” he growled, easing himself into position over me, his thick cock pressing against my entrance, teasing me with its stillness.
“Grayson!” I shouted, thrusting my hips upward in a desperate attempt to force him into me. Good lord. I was behaving like a desperate wanton hussy, but I didn’t care, I thought, repeating the same action. The ogre sat there watching my antics with an amused smile. Fucking tease. Fucking giant green tease.
“Ogre Daddy,” he growled again. Before I could groan or open my mouth to argue, he punctuated his order with a hearty thrust, teasing my pussy lips with his girth as he shoved past my entrance, burying half his cock inside my wet and aching pussy.
The pain was all encompassing but not unpleasant. Warmth pooled in my belly, and my heart fluttered as we became one body for that brief moment.
The pangs of pain and pleasure claimed me in overlapping waves, much as they had when he spanked me. Just as each smack of his hand had cleared my inner turmoil, each thrust of his cock brought me to a new level of pleasure, and with it came peace and promise.
Neither of us spoke, but he never broke eye contact. I felt like he was talking to my soul, and I heard every word.
I met him thrust for thrust, always stopping before he got too deep. Finally, his eyes glazed and his thrusts grew frantic and unmeasured. He pushed his length as far inside of me as it would go before I gasped for air, breathless from the jolt of pain it had caused. His body stiffened and mine with it. I could feel my eyes grow wide in my face as the tingling grew, filling my body from the tip of his cock straight into my chest. It felt like a million tiny flames licking over me, growing into a roaring fire about to combust, and then it stopped. I cried out, and Grayson grabbed my hands with his, matching each of my shuddering cries with one of his own as we rode the waves of sweet release together. I finished a millisecond before he did, and I could still feel his cum filling me, pulsing through my canal as it flowed from the tip of his cock.
I wondered idly if Grayson could make babies and whether they would be human or ogre. It was a fleeting thought, floating away the second my ogre pulled out of me, collapsing like a dead weight, and rolling his body over to lie beside me.
I felt instantly empty, hating the feeling of space between us, and rushed to close it, readjusting myself to lie with my head on his chest. One long green arm curled around my shoulders with his hand resting gently atop my breast.
“Mmm, that’s better,” he muttered, pulling me in closer.
It was then that I lost it, looking up into his happy satisfied face with its content glow and eyes that glistened with tear
s.
Emotions consumed me. Everything that we had both been through to bring us to this point rose to the surface of my brain. For once, the thought of the past two years didn’t bring me pain. It brought me here. Into his arms.
My chest shook as I fought off tears. Grayson squeezed tighter. “Whatcha thinking about, little princess?”
“I’m thinking that…” I sighed, trailing off, and started over. How could I put every feeling and thought I was having into any coherent thoughts when they seemed to all be vying for space in my brain? But, they were important, I knew. Speaking them out loud to my ogre might save us both from our self-imposed prisons of loneliness and fear. I had to get them out so the healing could truly begin. “Grayson, I have this strange feeling. It’s a peace almost. Like everything bad that has happened in my life was supposed to happen, exactly the way it did because it brought me here, and it feels like this is where I was meant to be.”
His chest rose and fell quickly, and I realized then that he had been holding his breath as he waited for my answer.
When he spoke, it was a deep, breathy whisper. “Indeed, Princess. You are meant to be mine. I know it, and I always have. In a way, you’ve always been mine. You just didn’t know it yet.”
Was it spanking her or fucking her, or the combination of both? Whatever it was, everything changed. I had always loved Ariana. I had always planned on having her here with me. I had never dreamed, never allowed myself to dream that we could be this happy together, an ogre and his princess.
Once the dust had settled, and she had healed from her trauma, we had developed a peaceful routine to our secluded daily life. With Ariana there, the cottage became my own personal slice of heaven, but she didn’t seem as content.
I was trying not to take it personally, because I knew it wasn’t personal. She was still battling a lot of inner demons left over from the sea witch and her lies, and she wanted to fully take advantage of her newfound freedom, but she knew she couldn’t.
