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Chapter Eleven

I ’m practically falling asleep by the time we pull into the driveway. Egorr suggests that we relax on the couch to digest, and I tumble easily into his lap with a book. But as we read together in front of the fire, his big thighs wrapped around me, there’s a growing heat low in my abdomen. I shift a few times to get comfortable, which has the side-effect of rubbing my butt over his crotch.

Soon a rather fat lump is pressing at my ass. There’s almost nothing I want more than that cock in my mouth again, aside from that cock being inside me, which isn’t an option right now.

“Maddie.” Egorr lowers his head so his lips are right by my ear, his tusks getting tangled in my hair. “Do you have any idea how much you turn me on?”

I wiggle a little more against his groin, and he grunts in response.

“I think I have an idea,” I hum, relishing the feel of him getting hard for me. “We could do something about it, if you want.”

I tilt my head back to look at him, and Egorr’s eyes are wide.

“Are you sure?” he asks, a surprising shyness in his voice. “I don’t want to push you after… you know.”

On the contrary, maybe some intimacy between us would be healing. I want to feel close again in more ways than one. I want to show Egorr how much I care about him.

I roll over in his lap so I’m facing his chest, then slide down until I’m kneeling between his thighs. Already he’s tenting his sweatpants, and they do nothing to hide the massive shape of him underneath.

“Your cock blows my mind,” I say, rubbing a hand across it over the fabric. Egorr’s nostrils flare.

“You like it?” He sounds uncertain.

I lower my lashes and wrap my hand as far around it as I can, given the barrier between us. “I love it.”

He takes a sharp breath and shakes his head, like he doesn’t believe me. Egorr’s never been shy about his body, but I do get the sense he’s a little self-conscious after what he told me. What beautiful human wants an ogre?

Well, this one does, for starters. And I’m going to show him just how much.

I loop my fingers in the band of his sweatpants and, taking care with how hard he is, pull them down. Egorr shifts to allow them off, his eyes growing even bigger as I fully expose him to the air, shoving the pants all the way down to his ankles. I drag a hand over his rounded belly to the thick hair between his legs, where that impressive cock of his juts out toward me. The tip is already glistening, and a wicked smile crosses my face.

I’m going to make this ogre moan for me.

I stick my tongue out, licking off that bead of cum, and Egorr gasps. I love how responsive he is to every touch, so I run a finger down the immense length of him, just giving him a taste. His cock twitches under my hand, and when I look up, he’s watching me intently, eyes wide.

With a smirk, I wrap my fingers around the thick base of him, and his eyelids flutter. It only takes a few strokes to work him up even more, another droplet of cum spilling out, then another. I smear it all over his cockhead for additional lubrication, roaming up and down him even faster as he rewards me.

“Maddie,” Egorr mumbles, his belly tightening and flexing with every pump of my hand. “Ah—that’s so good.”

I haven’t even fucked him with my mouth yet and he’s already whimpering my name. Guess it’s time to blow his mind.

Pulling his foreskin back, I lean down and sweep my tongue across the soft head of his cock, earning a surprised gasp, then again and again until Egorr’s hips are rising up off the couch. I swirl my tongue all around it, licking up each new salty drip he has to offer me.

“Your cock is perfect,” I tell him, just before I bring the entire thing between my lips. Egorr opens his mouth to speak, but all that comes out is a moan as I sink him deep into my mouth. Just to really shock him to his core, I relax my throat and continue bringing him in, until he’s literally too thick for me to take anymore.

Egorr lets out a heavy breath. “Oh, fuck.” I would smile if my mouth weren’t full of dick, knowing I made him swear.

Keeping my teeth tucked behind my lips, which is difficult to do when you’re trying to deep throat something the size of a water bottle, I slide him back out again, keeping both hands moving. Egorr groans, and I’m immensely pleased at the variety of completely un-self-conscious sounds he’s making for me. One of his hands lands on my head, and I pop my lips off his crown.

“You can grab my hair if you want.” To encourage him, I give him a wicked smile and slide him in deep again. Egorr doesn’t hesitate to bury his fingers in my hair, and then with an almost comical gentleness, he tugs on it, encouraging me onward. Keeping my amusement to myself, I let him move my head in his own rhythm, showing me what speed he likes best.

It’s when I drop one of my hands to encircle his balls that Egorr really starts to let loose. He jerks against my mouth, his hand tightening in my hair. With a force I don’t think he realizes he’s applying, he shoves me back down on his cock, and I manage to tamp down my gag reflex just in time. I work his balls at the same time as the shaft, letting myself fully fall into him, into pleasuring him, into earning those lovely sounds of pleasure from his lips.

That’s when I have a wicked idea.

I lean back and pull off his cock, and Egorr raises his head, blinking a few times as if he was in a daze. I scoot up, so my hips are planted firmly between his thighs, then yank off my shirt.

Egorr stares at me. “Maddie?”

Without answering, I shed my bra next, until I’m tits-out in front of him. Then I lean down, and holding my breasts apart, I slide his cock between them.

Egorr’s mouth falls open as I squeeze them upward, then down again in a rolling motion, and he’s still slick enough that he travels easily through them. Then I tilt my chin down as far as I can and lick the head of his cock.

“You’re incredible,” Egorr whispers as I lean over him, giving him the boob job of my life. Now he’s leaking everywhere, and I love just how much cum he makes for me. I use it to lube him up further. “Oh, fuck, Maddie. Ah!” He’s struggling to keep his eyes on me as I pleasure him. “You’re so beautiful. I can’t believe it.”

I squeeze him harder between my breasts. “Believe it.”

Slowing down, I bring him into my mouth again, getting him soaking wet before resuming my boob attack. His lips part, and his head falls back.

“I’m going to come,” Egorr grunts, his cock already starting to swell noticeably.

I grin wickedly up at him. “Get it all over me.”

He looks down at me right as white liquid bursts out of him, landing squarely on my nose and cheeks. Egorr lets out a gravelly roar as even more gushes out, dripping all over my tits and hands. I stare back at him, cum painting my face, and my tongue darts out to lick some off my nose.

Egorr lies there, panting as if he’s just run a marathon. Then, suddenly, I’m swept up into a huge hug, my ogre’s massive arms curling tight around me. He pulls me down onto the couch with him, bundling me up so tight I’m almost suffocating against his chest.

“Thank you, little Maddie,” he murmurs into my hair, stroking it. “I’m so grateful for you, I can’t even express it with words.”

“Well,” I say against his chest, the words coming out muffled, “I won’t mind if you try.”

Egorr snorts and pulls me tighter, as if he’s trying to make me a part of himself. Eventually, he lets me go free to clean up. But he chuckles when I emerge from the bathroom, and I wonder what he’s laughing about.

“You still have some here.” Egorr wipes my forehead with his thumb. “I sure got it all over you.”

“You’re a regular Jackson Pollock.”

My ogre guffaws this time, and I sure love making him laugh.

* * *

By the time I wake up the next morning, Egorr’s already left for work. There’s a note for me on the fridge.

“Left some breakfast for you in here,” it says. “There should be lots to eat around the house, and I’ll bring something home tonight for dinner.”

I rifle through the fridge until I find the covered plate with hash browns and sausage, then pop it in the microwave.

After cleaning for most of the morning, I run out of things to do around the house. Maybe it would be all right if I went on a walk—I just need to stretch my legs, even if it’s nothing strenuous.

Like the doctor ordered , I think with an eye roll.

I decide to explore Egorr’s neighborhood and get a lay of the land. I probably shouldn’t venture too far alone in case I come across one of the more dangerous monsters that might live nearby, but a few blocks should be fine.

It’s a perfectly beautiful day, the blue sky shining bright in my eyes. I’m enjoying myself, but when I reach the end of the street in just a few minutes, I sigh. I probably shouldn’t keep going without Egorr.

But as I turn around to head home, I find myself standing a few dozen yards away from a very, very large troll.

She’s probably ten feet tall, with a big nose and gray, pockmarked skin that looks to be made of stone. Moss covers her back and shoulders, as if she’s been standing in the exact same place for decades.

When she spots me, she freezes. I’m not sure if I should run. Are trolls aggressive? I have no idea.

Shit. Maybe it was a bad idea for me to go out by myself.

“Hello?” the troll calls out, standing in place.

“Um, hi.” I keep my distance, and start backing up, just in case. Her eyebrows draw down low.

“Are you all right?” she asks in a concerned tone.

“I’m fine! As long as you, uh, stay over there.” After my run-in with the giant, I don’t want to put myself in a position to be picked up and eaten again.

“You’re alone.” The troll looks unhappy about this. “You shouldn’t be out alone.”

“I’m not,” I lie. “My boyfriend is around. He’s an ogre.”

“Oh!” She brightens at the mention. “Is his name Egorr?”

I blink. “You know him?”

“Yes, yes, of course.” She stays where she is, and I’m a little less worried that she’s going to cross the distance between us and attack me. “He always comes to the neighborhood meetings. Quiet, but a good guy.”

Cautiously, I take a step toward her. The troll smiles, showing off some chipped stone teeth.

“I promise I won’t hurt you,” she says, holding up her hands. “I’m just worried seeing a human wandering around without protection. What are you doing out here?”

I let out a weary sigh. “It’s just boring being inside all day. I thought I’d go out and get some fresh air.”

She nods. “Can I escort you?” I get closer, close enough that she can hold out her huge hand. “I’m Timble, by the way.”

I finally cross the space between us and clasp her hand. We shake, and her stone skin is cold against my palm.

“I guess an escort would be nice. I want to see more of the neighborhood.”

Timble grins and gestures over her shoulder. “Well, there’s a road back that way that goes into the next neighborhood. We could walk there. There’s a lovely park.”

My ears perk up. “A park? That sounds great.”

Timble looks excited. “It’s about a mile there and back, and the trees are pretty this time of year.”

I offer a smile. “All right. Sounds good.”