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Chapter Twenty

Maeve - Three Weeks Later

“ W hen you said you were gonna fix my eye, this wasn’ what I thought ya had in mind.” Balor was examining his reflection in an antique vanity mirror on the shop’s checkout counter for what had to be the dozenth time today.

He tapped his eye, growling when his nail didn’t clink against the stone.

I’d placed a large piece of duct tape over the crack in his topaz. While it wasn’t exactly pretty, it got the job done. It was the brand they advertised on TV by slapping a large piece onto a broken pipe. Perfect for gushing pipes and magical gemstones.

“Never promised how I would fix it.” I flashed him a grin as I finished balancing the register for the day.

“Yer the giant queen fer one week and yer already makin’ deals like a fae,” he said with a snort, a smile tucked at the corner of his mouth.

“I learned from the best.” I giggled and placed a kiss on his warm cheek. Sparks danced at the contact.

My line of sight slid to the wall behind the register where my “crown” was displayed on the bronze shield that the evil eye had once been affixed to.

Balor had put an illusion spell on it to look like the topaz, so if the cultists ever broke in while we weren’t home, they’d be making off with a cock ring and not his precious eye.

We were closing up shop for the day. Sales were slow, most people who came in were looky-loos.

They wanted to see the place attached to my grandparents’ murder, as well as the recent disappearances.

Without any proof, we didn’t have to worry about any official investigations.

Just the occasional paranormal investigator looking to film content for their channel or tourists looking to buy my McCrum’s merch.

It was weird seeing people walk around in the sweater I’d lived in for two weeks in the Otherworld wilderness.

The shop would be closed tomorrow. Tonight was our first official date night out since coming back to the human world.

It was nice, opening the shop and finding a “new” normal with Balor. But knowing we were going back to the Otherworld tonight, away from work and our normalish lives to indulge in a night of magical monster fuckery, had me vibrating with excitement.

Balor was excited too. He was happy helping around the shop, dusting and organizing and asking me all sorts of questions about the modern world. He took pleasure in making new items and oddities to sell. But I knew he was looking forward to our return to the Otherworld, probably our first of many.

When the last customer of the day left, the shop bell jingled. Balor no longer flinched every time it rang.

I practically skipped to the front door, locked the deadbolt, and made sure to put enough kibble in Gilly’s bowl to tide her over for the night.

I flew upstairs to primp for our night out. When I came back down a few minutes later, Balor’s gaze filled with lust and fire. “I see yer wearin’ my favorite outfit.”

His favorite outfit was in fact, nothing. I was in the nude, wearing only—brand new—St. Patrick’s Day socks.

With a giggle, I spun around to show off my outfit, or lack thereof.

“Fecking beautiful, wee one,” my mate praised, unable to take his eyes off me as he summoned the portal in a swirl of flame and sparks.

A shiver of excitement and apprehension danced up my spine when we stepped through to the other side. Was I really about to go through with this? Fuck yes. I was living out my monster fucker fantasies, and I wasn’t going to let a little bit of nerves get in my way.

Balor’s castle ruins were always hauntingly beautiful, with the fantastical foliage growing thick around the crumbling walls and giant bones. It was especially beautiful tonight, bathed in moonlight.

The giant king picked me up beneath my arms and set me down on the broken pillar where he’d fallen in love with me those handful of weeks. I sat cross-legged, buzzing with nerves. “What now?”

It was a silly question. Now was the part where he’d get all big and do unspeakable things to me, things I’d only read in monster romance books.

He grinned, taking several steps back to give himself space to shift. “Ya know what comes next well enough, little human. Though, I still don’t think ye realize just how big I can get. Much too big fer a wee thing like yerself.”

Butterflies whirled in my belly. I’d heard that one before. “Yada yada, ‘you’ll make it fit’ yada yada. Or something along those lines. You’ll be careful with me. All that crap you said before about not being a gentle giant was just a bunch of goblinshite.”

The giant king’s laugh had his flames leaping high into the night. The bright light fell over his face, illuminating the love and adoration carving his face. “Such a bratty, defiant wee thing ya are, Maeve McCrum.”

It was funny to think that, just a handful of weeks ago, I didn’t think he was capable of love. Especially love for me. But everyday he proved to me that he really had let go of the revenge he’d spent centuries plotting. Because he’d found something better.

Balor’s visage swelled, pulsating and thrumming with red hot magic. His entire physique grew right before my eyes, expanding until he was taller than the trees.

I knew he’d be tall, but fuck me. There’d been zero exaggeration about his size and just how “wee” I was compared to his true form.

My mind ran wild as I pried my attention from the bulge tenting the front of his trousers and craned my head to gawk at the visage of fiery death looming over me.

Balor of the Evil Eye was terrifyingly handsome, looking every bit the giant king he’d once been with the moon positioned behind his head like a halo, and his hair lighting up the night.

He took a step closer and my legs went weak as the earth quaked.

I knew there was nothing to be afraid of. Balor would keep me safe, but that animal part of my brain had fear shooting through my system. My heart thundered, my mating mark burned white-hot and my pussy pulsed, juices trickling down my bare legs.

In all honesty, I was a little scared. And I was so turned on.

Balor’s nostrils flexed as he inhaled the night air, and the bulge in his pants grew larger as my scent filtered into his lungs. “I smell the cunt of an Irish woman.”

Despite the gravity of the situation, I cracked a smile. We’d been reading fairytales before bed, catching him up on all the stories his reign of terror had inspired. Knowing what a hopeless monster fudger I was, he incorporated some lines here and there during playtime.

Sometimes I couldn’t help laughing at him, but it never failed to work me up.

We’d talked about this moment countless times. I wasn’t supposed to run. Or put up a fight. But the combination of archaic survival instincts telling me to flee and the urge to make our fucked-up game a little more twisted had me turning tail and running.

I didn’t get far.

“Where do ya think yer going?” He growled, reaching for me. I couldn’t outrun him, even if I wanted to.

Huge fingers closed around me, and I watched the ground below shrink away.

My eyes lifted to meet the giant’s hungry gaze. “You aren’t going to eat me, are you?”

His booming laughter had the wildlife bolting from the flora. “Aw, sweet little human. That’s exactly what I’m gonna do. But first I think I’d like to play with my food a bit.”

I scratched and bit at his finger. My acting chops weren’t the best, but they didn’t need to be with how scared I was, being up this high at the complete mercy of this monster.

“Look at ya, my perfect wee toy. So full of fire, yet still so breakable. I promise I won’t play with ya too hard.”

With those words, I was a puddle in his palm.

He rubbed his thumb over my tits, his digit so large I could feel the tracks of his thumbprint scraping my nipples.

His other hand dropped out of sight, and I knew he was working to free himself from his pants.

I braved a peek through his fingers to see his veiny cock, steel hard and already oozing pre-cum.

Balor lowered the hand he had me nestled in, until I was positioned below his erection.

I had tracked down a couple of monster romance books with extreme size differences to prepare for tonight. While they had definitely riled me up, they hadn’t exactly prepared me.

No amount of reading could have prepared me for this.

It was surreal, staring up at my mate’s enormous green cock. It was so large it blocked out the moon, much of the sky and swallowed me in its shadow.

The giant king’s free hand fisted the base of the mighty appendage, and he started to pleasure himself. He began with slow and steady strokes. The entire time he kept his gaze clamped on me, one eye hungry and the other glimmering around the large strip of tape.

The fact that this was so absurd only heightened my excitement.

Balor stroked himself with one hand while his thumb rubbed up and down my torso, his fingertip flicking my breasts and wedging between my legs to rub my center.

A gasp latched in my throat when his pinky pinned my ankles, anchoring me down.

Fuck. He knew how much I loved it when he held me down.

“Such a pretty doll,” he grunted, mouth twisted into a lustful grin.

His thumb moved back up the length of my body, skimming back over my boobs and this time, pausing to pinch my throat. He applied just enough pressure to make my head light and my pussy wet with pleasure.

My moan came out garbled, which had his fist ramming his cock harder, chasing his release with reckless abandon.

I knew it was coming. I’d had dreams of this, fantasized about it. Still, I wasn’t prepared for the sheer amount of cum that rained down.

The thick giant’s seed came out in an explosion, milky ropes painting every inch of me. It was sticky, viscous and disgustingly erotic. Something about bathing in my mate’s cum—with the way it leaked into my mouth and pussy, coating every inch of me—made me feral.

It filled up his palm, covering my entire body and leaving only my head exposed. He left me there for several moments before lifting me out of this palm and holding me in front of his face.

Cum poured off my body in rivulets, and the rest he licked off. The giant left no part of me untouched with his thick, sinuous tongue.

When he lapped up the last drop of his seed, I expected that we were done. Then he stuck my whole body in his mouth.

Weeks ago, this would have been my biggest nightmare. Surely, this was how I’d die. Now, there was zero fear as he fit me in his mouth, his lips closing around my throat in the weirdest necklace known to man.

It took everything in me not to pass out from the pleasure. The suction was bliss. His tongue wiggled between my legs, and the tip pushed inside me.

I came within seconds, and my scream could probably be heard from every corner of the Otherworld.

“F—fire and fury,” I cried his favorite curse, the overstimulation of heaven and hell on my overloaded nerves.

When he finally pulled me from his mouth and set me back down on the ground, he shifted to his smaller form.

I slumped in the patch of clovers, chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath with my nerves, my muscles and my brain in a puddle.

“How are ya feeling, wee one?” he said, curling up beside me in the clovers and handing me his blackweed pipe.

“Feeling fucking obliterated,” I mumbled, gladly puffing on the plant, fragrant smoke twinging around us.

We stayed like that for an hour or two, maybe longer; it was hard to tell in this place. Naked and spent, we cuddled among the clovers for most of the night. It wasn’t until the sun started to come up that he opened the portal that took us back to McCrum’s Curios.

Balor carried me upstairs to the bathroom, set me in the shower and turned the faucet on. I was too weak to stand, so he got in with me and bathed me, scrubbing me clean until my skin was pink and stinging.

By the time he dried me, dressed me in my pajamas and carried me to bed, I was already half asleep.

Gilly was already in bed when Balor laid me down on the mattress. It was brand new, a California king—the only size that fit me, my giant mate and our cat.

The chubby calico made an excited chirp, getting up only to curl up into a ball at my hip.

“I love you, Maeve McCrum,” he whispered in my ear, probably thinking I was asleep. He chased his sweet words with a kiss and some sweet nothings in a blend of Irish and ancient giant’s tongue.

Balor didn’t call me his little misfortune anymore. I never did find the four leaf clover. It didn’t matter though, because I felt like the luckiest girl in the world.

I fell asleep, happy as could be for what felt like the first time in an eternity.

The building, the shop—it didn’t matter that it wasn’t the same one I’d grown up in. I was with Balor, and so long as I was with him, I’d always be home.

The End.