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Chapter Sixteen

Maeve

W hen Balor pushed the first finger inside me, I knew I was in for trouble.

The single digit was about the girth of the few human men I’d been with.

I had that orc dildo back home—which was probably still lying on the street somewhere.

While it was thick, the silicone toy had nowhere near the same girth as the giant king.

And even the toy didn’t seem to fill me up like Balor’s pointer finger.

He pushed it in, testing the friction. I was soaking wet, but he still spat onto my clit, laughing when I gasped, and pushed the saliva into my hole by sinking a second finger into me.

Fuck. It hurt but there was a pleasant edge to it that had me moaning.

“Feel good?” There was a bridled snicker in his question. He knew exactly how damn good it felt. I was a writhing, simpering pervert, and it felt so fucking good I didn’t care. Still, I nodded.

Balor’s finger curved inside me to hit a place that had my eyes rolling into the back of my head. “Use yer words, girl.”

“Yes! It—It feels…. It feels good .”

He pumped into me, the concoction of his saliva and my arousal making him slide in and out of me with ease.

“You’re so fecking wet. What a pathetic little human slut, so pent up and desperate for monster cock.”

I focused on his face, expecting to find something condescending there. Only lust and admiration stared back at me. And as he worked a third finger into me, something akin to pride lifted his mouth. “What a good feckin’ girl, already takin’ so much of yer mate.”

I braced for the sting but it never came. My walls stretched to fit all three of the giant king’s fingers.

“Ah, look at ya. Such a hungry wee cunt ya have. We’re gonna have so much fun .”

While Balor pumped three whole fingers inside me—I still couldn’t believe it—his other hand worked my clit in firm circles, my insides fluttering at the extra dimension of pleasure.

His smoldering hair had burst into full flames, making his sweat and gold jewelry glitter in the light. There was something truly dangerous about the ancient giant king’s stature that had my insides in knots.

Gods. I was so turned on. Desperate, filthy and full. I was so close to coming, and Balor knew it too. I was practically vibrating, and my pussy clamped onto his fingers, feral for more.

“Be my good human slut and come fer me,” he growled, his voice husky and wrapped in silk.

Electricity danced through my bloodstream, and my head whirled as his fingers pushed me closer to the edge.

I came with a scream.

“Oh my God… oh my god.” I waited for him to slow down, to pull his fingers out so I could catch my breath. He did neither of those things. His fingers kept pumping into me, overloading me with pleasure and pain and everything in between.

“No more—” I tried to squirm away but roots exploded from the ground and coiled around my wrists and ankles. He didn’t let up. He bent down, sucking my clit into his wicked mouth.

The suction, the thrusting of his fingers, the relentless sensation, it was enough to obliterate all my nerves.

“No more?” His pitiless cackle made my pussy flutter around his fingers. “Tell me to stop and I’ll consider it.”

He forced me through another orgasm, this one so intense all I could do was twitch and scream some more.

“Ya sound like a wee beastie with yer wild sounds. Tasty, but they aren’t exactly encouragin’ me to stop, are they?”

The fucking bastard. He knew full well that I didn’t want to stop. It was too much and somehow not enough at the same time. This beast of a man was pushing me past my limits and creating new ones all on the same heated breath.

It wasn’t until he made me come a third time that he finally let up. He pulled his fingers from my pussy with a sound that might have been embarrassing if I wasn’t so busy trying to scoop my remaining brain cells together.

He held up his fingers, strings of my cum stretching as he parted the digits. “Fire and fury. That was beautiful, trua beag. ”

He slipped into Irish, muttering to himself beneath his breath as he took me in.

I looked up at him, trying to catch my breath. “You—b–bastard.”

Balor grinned in response and leaned down to kiss me. I didn’t think he was capable of the tender way he pressed his lips to mine. It caught me off guard. He pulled back and I gave him a smile. His eyes dropped to my mouth, and that sweet look in his eye was gone in an instant.

There was no time to collect myself, no time to catch my breath. The roots released me and he spun me around, positioning me so his mouth was level with my pussy and I was eye-level with his raging hard-on.

“Open wide,” he rumbled.

The giant king didn’t give me a chance to obey. The moment the words left his mouth, he rammed his cock into my mouth, grunting as my teeth scraped his shaft. This time he wasn’t as gentle.

His cock hit the back of my throat and I gagged, which turned into a strangled moan when I felt his mouth on my center, tongue hungrily lapping at my swollen clit.

Instead of using the roots to pin me down this time, he captured my ankles in his huge hands and held them against the rib bone to keep me still.

Not that I had the energy for so much as a wiggle.

I surrendered to him, allowing him to fuck my face hard and fast while his tongue slithered inside me.

“Good girl,” Balor groaned into my pussy as I worked my tongue along his shaft as best I could. “You’re taking me so well.”

The deep and guttural pleasure in his voice paired with his tongue swirling around my inner walls had me coming in seconds. My muffled scream around his cock had him throbbing against my tongue, spurting his release deep into the back of my throat.

Even after he came, he held me there, keeping me penetrated on him—both ends filled and dripping.

A strange calm fell over me as my limbs went limp, allowing the moment to wash over me as my heart rate fell back to normal.

When he pulled out of me, he turned me around so I was right side up again. He kissed me, his tongue licking my lips, and he hummed when the taste of both of us hit his taste buds. “Ready to take all of me now, wee one?”

I wasn’t sure I would ever be ready. Physically it seemed impossible. Maybe it was my monster fucker sensibilities, the urge to finally seal our bond, or the fact that I was cum-drunk and eager for more. Whatever it was, it had me nodding my head.

“Use yer words, girl. Let me know how eager ya are to have me inside ya.”

“Fuck me, please. I… I need you inside me.”

He shook his head, chuckling. “You can do better than that.”

I swallowed hard, steeling my nerves. “Bend me over. Fuck my cunt. Please —”