We both froze, gasping for air, panting heavily, my internal muscles pulsing, beckoning him with my welcoming heat, while his shaft twitched impatiently, begging, just as equally, to be let in
“There’ll be no stoppin’ if we keep at a go, luv,” he choked out, arms trembling a little, “ye say it now, we go or we stop, but be quick about it.”
Worrying the bit of flesh with my teeth, I bit my lips in indecision.
Chest heaving, as if breathless, he squeezed his eyes shut tight, enclosing me in the dark again.
Everything ran through my mind as I peered up sightlessly at him, staring at him from where I thought his face might be in the dark.
Feeling an odd urge to touch him, be connected somehow, my hand reached up, waving into the open air until it met with a stone hard jaw. While I couldn’t see his face at the moment, I knew it was hairless and grey, and hard—unyielding—with a wide, flat nose, and thick, dark, full lips I was willing to admit, if only to myself, just for this moment, I momentarily wanted to kiss.
My resolve slowly crumbled as he sighed and gave my hand a short nuzzle, the sound of him swallowing hard, his jaw working, sending small tremors of excitement shooting through me. He wants this very badly. Me, very badly.
No one else will have me, I reasoned, having already assumed we’ve done this. Why not have what I want right now?
Yes, why not?
Decision made, my fingers slid up and I cupped his neck, tugging him towards me. Surprised, as if he thought I wouldn’t relent, he hesitated at first, as if unsure, but as I gave him a harsh tug, grunting with the effort, sighing, he finally acquiesced.
“Gersthart?” I whispered, pressing myself onto him determinedly, sending him deeper inside of me another glorious inch as I pressed my lips to his.
He was thick, much thicker than I would have imagined, pressing into me slowly, with no small amount of suppressed eagerness, but I was hot and needy and the fullness felt wickedly wonderful—naughty, even—as I anticipated taking his length in its entirety.
I was willing to admit it—I wanted him. Wanted him bad.
“Ah, Daphedaenya,” he groaned, pressing his face into my neck, pulling out to shift in another delicious inch, “so... tight.”
“No,” I gasped out, squirming underneath him, “you’re too wide.”
As he continued to press forward, it started to hurt a little when he reached what I can only hope was the halfway point, his girth thickening even more towards the base. Face pinching, I winced and gasped in pain, letting out a relieved breath when he stopped and pulled out his entire length.
“Some wenches are just too small,” he explained, voice gruff with passion, kissing and nipping his way down my waist.
Hands flailing out, I bolted upright the second I realized where he was headed. My hands shot up as he stared lowering his head.
“Troll, you can’t.”
“An’ why no’?”
Mind blanking instantly, I couldn’t think of a single damned reason.
Gently batting my hands away, rumbling low in his throat, he ignored me as his head descended and his mouth covered my sex, sucking and licking at my clit. Quicker than I’d ever contemplated imaginable, I cried out in surprised pleasure, bucking into him wantonly as he brought me to a quick release, followed by his fingers pressing in gently, all three of them at the same time.
Clawing at the furs beneath me, I called out unintelligibly, babbling utter nonsense as my body gripped his fingers tight. A deep, happy rumble tumbling out of him, he continued to kiss me most intimately, working his slickened digits until all three could fit in comfortably, nipping at the tight bud hidden just above.
Pulling back slightly, he growled low, licking his lips—I saw as my eyes finally adjusted, as much as they could in the dark of his room—prowling up my body hungrily as he savored the taste.
I was ready for him this time and ran my hands slowly up his arms, gripping his huge shoulders as he nipped my chin playfully and slipped inside my depths, groaning and growling alternately until he was sheathed all the way in.
“Bleedin’ hell, I love yer cunt,” he grunted as he pulled out and shoved his way back in, picking up the tempo as I mewled, nails digging in hard, clawing at his back for more.
“Like tha’, do ye?” he grumbled, voice gone thick to the point it was almost impossible to make out what he was saying, as we fucked our way up the bed, his body humping mine into submission as we slid along the pelts.
Stilling, mid-thrust, he paused when I still hadn’t responded. Mouth open in a silent shout, I was too busy digging little crescent moon shapes into his ass as I reached down and grabbed at each cheek, willing him to pump me harder.
“Yes! Yes!” my voice tapered off, ending on a high pitched yip as he grunted in satisfaction and rammed home, hitting a spot deep down inside me that had me crying out his name, shouting out for more as he followed and we went over together, our bodies pulsing in time, in tune with one another’s.
As the glow of our orgasms dwindled down, he slipped from my body, rolled and flopped down next to me, panting right along with me as we stared at the rock ceiling, still trying to catch our breaths.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” I blurted, the sweat on my skin already cooling. With a sharp yank, I tugged the sheet I’d been wrapped up in earlier towards me, draping it over my body.
“An’ we’ll be doin’ it again,” Gersthart grumbled, a small, contented sigh slipping past his lips. “Need a tick, though, been a while. Blew me wad too soon.”
“Too soon?” I murmured, sitting up on my elbows, mindful of the blanket, eyeing his semi-erect cock surreptitiously.
With a loud snort, he cracked an eye open to stare at me, shamelessly ogling my body.
“When was the last time you...?” Waving between us, I realized what I was brazenly asking, slowly clamping my mouth shut tight.
“Fucked? Long before ye were born.”
Blinking back at him, face purposely impassive, I contemplated that for a moment as he watched my hands holding the sheet to my breasts, swirling orange eyes roaming over me freely, greedily, as if wondering what I might do.
Shifting towards him to face him better, the sheet slid down a smidge. Eyes still trained on me, he froze, and for a moment I thought he might have stopped breathing all together, he was so still.
“That dinna bother ye, then?” he rasped quietly, voice a little hoarse.
Strangely, it didn’t. It had a thousand questions coming to mind, naturally, but I wasn’t necessarily put off, more intrigued, than anything.
The sheet slipped a little more as I shifted, and he growled low, eyes brimming bright again as they flashed, glued to my body.
It gave me an odd sort of thrill, to rile him so easily, and with such a small thing. He still wants me.
Emboldened, a small smile slowly tipped my lips and I let the sheet fall. “Whoops.” A sense of feminine triumph filled me and I shrugged inwardly. You only live once, right?
Gersthart’s, or Troll’s—it’s so hard to call him by a name now—eyes widened and he rolled back over, leaning closer. His wide grey hand came up to slide up my hip, thick fingers caressingly circling my navel, slowly making their way up my torso as he gently pressed me back and placed himself atop me.
Cock hard as steel, digging into my thigh, he licked his lips, deep orange eyes, lit with citrine, blazing down at me.
“Ready for me, nugget?”
“Sure, gars-cart, I’m all yours.” Giggling on the inside, I smirked as his face scrunched up, wrinkling into a scowl.
“Gersthart,” he punctuated, “Ger-st-hart, nugget, say it wit’ me.”
“Gort-shart? Got-shorts?” I queried, then burst out laughing, his pissed off growl making me laugh harder.
“Ye mock me, wench?” Leaning down, he nuzzled my neck, nipping the flesh playfully.
“You can say my name too!” I chortled. “So you can’t say anything.”
; Baring his teeth menacingly, he pulled back, eyes narrowed, and loomed over me. Large and in charge, he caged me in as he glared down at me. With one of his nose wrinkling sniffs, he scented the air, his whole body shivering as it wracked with a harsh tremor, eyes glazing over a tiny bit.
Gaze darkening, swirling with the same odd flashes of color the crazy fireplace emits when he chucks something into it, he swiveled his hips, hissing as his length nudged my entrance, hands gripping me tight, almost to the point of pain. Yanking me towards him, smashing my breasts to his chest, he made to turn me over, and my eyes widened, hands scrambling as I palmed his wide torso.
“I don’t... What are you...?”
A savage growl ripped from his throat and I shrank back, not quite meeting his eyes, a smidgeon of fear coursing through me. What is going on? I wondered. What’s come over him?
With an animalistic grunt, he stopped and shook his head a few times, as if to rid himself of whatever demons were riding him, slowly releasing me to lay me back.
“Is that so?” he rumbled out as he finally fully snapped out of it.
“Is what so?” I mumbled confusedly, resisting the urge to rub my arms where he’d held me so tight.
“Ye was thinkin’ ta tease me, nugget,” he grumbled. “Dinna be thinkin’ on changin’ the subject, eh.”
Oh, right, that.
Still stuck on his odd behavior, I bit the inside of my cheek, opening and closing my mouth as I tried to come up with something to say.
Not one for talking about such things, Troll must have sensed my reticence, along with his own, and thought to change the subject, and quick, giving me some much needed motivation to get things going.
Thick fingers reaching forward, he sat up and tenderly caressed my breasts, rolling one of my nipples between his wide thumb and forefinger, face purposely blanked, eyes roving over me curiously, awaiting my reaction. He kept it up, switching breasts, building me up as he held tight, thick thighs boxing me in, hands free to play, working me up to a moaning, panting mess.
“Still think to mock me now?” he grumbled huskily, smug in the face of my squirming, semi-desperate state.
“Yes!” I cried defiantly, then cried out again as he leaned forward and latched onto one of the full, plump mounds begging his attention, suckling hard.
“Should teach ye a lesson. Wha’ say ye?” he mumbled around a mouth full of pale, creamy white flesh. Tongue easily laving me, he shifted around, his shaft already thickening, not as long as Trystan’s had been, but much thicker.
His hand slid down between us, guiding him to my entrance, and he slowly pressed himself inside.
“Well, nugget?” he grunted as he slowly pulled out, swiftly making his way back in.
Driving in hard and fast, as far as he could go, he gripped my hips, settling my legs over either side of his shoulders, gripped my ass and lifted, pulling out swiftly to ram back in, intentionally hitting that spot that feels so good, just that right, special spot that had me calling out, “Yes! Yes! Yesss!”
And it continued late into the night.
Grey Skinned Quandary
Shivering, I yawned and slowly opened my eyes, finding myself lying flat on my stomach, unnamed lips, tongue and teeth shamelessly teasing me into a wakeful state.
Lips quirking up, I giggled and batted a hand behind me, swatting at the intruder on my sleep, ignoring the masculine chuckle that accompanied that talented mouth, teasing me beyond distraction as it worked its way up my back, to my neck, worrying my earlobe.
“You’re scandalous,” I mumbled, burying my face in the warmth of the furs underneath me. “You can’t possibly be ready to... to...” I blushed hard at the mere idea of trying to say that out loud. “To do that again, after last night,” I finally managed to blurt out.
“Say it, nugget,” he chuckled, his fingers slipping underneath the hem of my nightshirt. “Say ‘fuck’.”
Biting my lip, I squeezed my eyes shut and muffled a moan into the bundled up pile of furs, of which I was attempting to suffocate myself in out of sheer embarrassment and humiliation.
“No,” I mumbled in a muffled voice, red creeping up my neck and down my chest.
“Now, now,” Gersthart grumbled, his fingers pushing aside my hair to trail at the base of the top of my neck, right where my hairline ended, little curled up short hairs sticking up at the ends. “Hmmm. What have we here? A blush, nugget?” His fingers traced along the path again, and I shivered, little wisps of pleasure zipping down my spine. “Ye still havena said it.” With a tsk-tsk, he tapped the spot impatiently, waiting.
My face got even redder, and I turned it to the side, muttering loud and clear, making sure he could hear, “I’m not going to say it. It’s... dirty.” It sounded dirty enough to me, but a little silent thrill bubbled up inside me at the thought.
Fuck. We fucked. There. I said it, if only in my head.
“But ye like bein’ dirty, hmm, luv?” Large, thick fingers crept around to my front, fondling my breasts softly, rolling my nipples gently between his thumbs and forefingers, just the way I like it.
“You’re horrible,” I groaned, biting my lip to keep from calling out.
He stopped and rested his chin on my back, warm grey hands flattening to cup my ample breasts, tugging my back against the solid wall of his chest.
“An’ what would ye have me callin’ it, then, if no’ a fuck, hmm?”
Is he serious?
“Uhm... making love?”
Everything in him froze as soon as I’d uttered the words, and I cringed, waiting for him to snap at me, knowing I’d somehow just said the wrong thing.
His whole body wound tight, the tension in him thick and tangible, as if it was a living, breathing thing, rudely storming into the room and ruining our little private moment, bursting the bubble we’d cocooned ourselves in.
“Makin’ love.” The words rolled off of his tongue awkwardly, as if the idea was truly foreign. “Ye like that one, then?” he asked after a long pause.
Smartly, I chose to keep silent, preferring to try and wait this one out.
Grunting in irritation, he nudged me when I didn’t answer.
I was still trying to figure out if he was mad, curious, or baiting me—it was a little hard to tell—but in the end, I went with the truth.
“Yes. The other one sounds vulgar, uh, when speaking of intimacies.”
“Is... is that the way ye see it? Wit’ us?”
Blinking, I shifted so I could look at his face, but he made that impossible, the better part of his weight settling on top of me to keep me face down.
“Gersthart,” I huffed, giving a little grumble of my own. “You’re squashing me!”
“Is it?”
“Ugh,” I muttered, defeated, “tricky troll.” Of course I couldn’t see—he doesn’t want me to.
“Nugget.”
With a long, put upon sigh, I cocked my head to the side, tempted to balk at his bossy, overbearing tactics. It was wearing on me, even more so than usual.
“Well, yes,” I grunted when he kept his chin firmly in the middle of my upper back, and I soon gave up trying to meet his gaze. “Don’t you?” Giving in completely, I huffed and relaxed under his solid weight, admitting defeat. “You win,” I sighed, letting my irritation known, “I wasn’t all that keen to look at you right now, anyways. Grumpy old troll.”
“I release ye.” With a garbled mutter, Troll hefted himself up and his huge hands ran caressingly down my back, cupping my bum, sliding down farther to pick up my hips, my knees sliding up underneath them to hold me firmly in place.
My gown dipped down, pooling at my head, and I wiggled around until it wasn’t smothering me, letting it slip right off.
“Release what?” I mumbled, trying to get rid of those pesky sleeves that didn’t want to come off. Grumbling at the barrier, I muttered quietly when my elbows got stuck, flopping forward as I lost my balance, flouncing on the bed.
Gersthart nipped one of my c
heeks, my wide blue eyes rounding as he parted them and licked along the seam.
“Gerstha-aargh!” I garbled out, startled—his hot, wet tongue having rasped across my clit, sex, and anus.
“I release ye,” he grumbled out, working his way up my back to nuzzle at my neck, as I finally freed myself from my night clothes and pulled myself up.
The motion slid me forward and I felt something cool and metal slap my chest, resting loosely around my neck to dangle down in front of me.
Reaching up, I fingered my locket, looking over my shoulder into a pair of deep orange eyes, watching me curiously.
“But... why?” Cocking my head to the side, I stared at him searchingly, reaching up to cup his jaw gently.
“No deal. Canna keep it if we dinna finish our bargain. Wouldna be right.”
Frowning, I shook my head and went to take it back off.
Stilling my hands, he fingered the small chain the little locket rested on, thick fingers brushing my nape.
“That was my fault, though,” I insisted, “you didn’t-”
“Doesna matter,” a quick shake of his head, “deal’s a deal.” Pulling back a little, he laughed at the look on my face and nipped my fingertips. Wide, flat white teeth peeking out against his Cheshire cat grin, the sight of it softened all of his harshness somehow.
“What did you mean, release me? Release what?” I changed the subject, unwilling to let myself think I might grow romantically attached to a troll, not willing to let my thoughts go down that tricky, twisted slope.
Haven’t you already? I had to ask myself. You’ve given yourself over to him, surrendered your innocence. And just about everything else. What more could you give him?
“I said I release ye. Now quit movin’. It’s bleedin’ distractin’.”
“What?”
“Stay still,” he ordered, pressing me down into the bed so my ass arched up, high in the air.
“Did you mean...”
“Nugget,” he ground out, his cock bobbing thickly between my legs, pressing determinedly into my thigh. “Dinna want ta harm ye. Stay the bloody hell still.”
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