Page 4 of Terrible Desires (Loving Monsters #8)

I’m jostled from the dark bliss of oblivion by steady, rhythmic movement. I try to open my eyes, but my lids feel heavy. Instinctively, I drag my tongue over my lips to wet them, to try and ease the dryness in my throat, but the taste of mossy cum settles across my taste buds and I blanche internally with cold, hard realization. There’s only one way any of my present predicament makes sense. He’s fed me his cum! The fucking troll has drugged me out with his glowing green spaff! He created a trail of glowing cum-shrooms and I followed it like the damned yellow brick road!

Despite my lethargic, dazed state, by sheer force of will I focus on what I’m feeling as I desperately force my eyelids to flutter open just a little. The vision that welcomes me, coupled with the sensations assaulting my body, throws my mind into absolute chaos. Through my slitted lids I see the troll’s massive hand moving between my legs, in and out, repeatedly. He’s finger-fucking me. Fucking Christ!

I try to will movement to my limbs, but whatever the hell is in this monster’s cum is more potent than any drug I’ve ever experimented with. It’s like fucking Rohypnol! I’m physically paralyzed, but I can still feel and am strangely, distantly aware of everything that’s happening to me. Mentally, it feels almost as though I’m in a dream or a nightmare. I have no control.

“Welcome back, little one,” says the troll, his deep, rumbling voice filling my ears. “You have been such a good girl. After that delicious chase, I thought you deserving of a reward.”

With every ounce of willpower, I force my eyes upward. Despite my fear, I must look this monstrous cryptid in the eyes. His face eventually swims into view and my heart almost stops in my chest. Up close, he is disturbingly grotesque and yet appealing in a way I lack the words to adequately describe. He reminds me of the fantastical orcs from modern movies and video games.

“How does that feel?” he asks, curling his massive fingers inside me and triggering my G-spot.

A moan of undeniable pleasure slips past my lips, and I squeeze my eyes shut tight, as if by blocking out the world around me I can pretend I’m somewhere else—with someone else. But as the troll maneuvers me, I realize I’m lying across his immense lap. Then, with infinite and sudden terror, I take note of a hardness pressing firmly against my lower back. Oh, my God! That’s his cock!

“Yes, it is,” he says, remorselessly pumping his fingers into me all the while.

Fuck me. I can’t believe it. Any of it. Now, he can hear my thoughts? I wonder in vague astonishment as my cunt shamelessly clenches around the troll’s fingers. My stomach tightens and my pussy pulses and I know without a shadow of a doubt that this green monster of legend is about to make me come.

“I’ve always been able to hear you, Brianna. I’ve been waiting for you,” he rumbles. Then, without warning, he lowers his head to my groin, tears what’s left of my pants off, and begins tonguing my clit as he continues to finger-fuck me.

“Always?” My mind swoons at the impossibility as bolts of lightning fizzle through me, radiating from my clit to surge all the way to my toes. His tongue is warm, rough, and surprisingly nimble. Lapping and flicking, he teases me to within an inch of my life. The buildup has me trembling over his lap and is unlike anything I’ve ever felt in my life. It’s like being at his mercy, unable to do anything but feel, has heightened my pleasure tenfold.

I want to be angry, to rebel, to demand this bastard get the fuck off me, but I can’t. Literally and … well, as wickedly terrible as it is, I can’t deny what he’s doing to my body is incredible—terrible but incredible. Even if I could fight him or resist him, would I? The sensation of being a limp little girl in his powerful grasp as he has his way with me thrills me in the most forbidden and unimaginable ways possible.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” I cry out in my mind, a strangled, guttural noise scraping past my lips. It’s so wrong, but so right. His fingers are so thick, and he pummels my G-spot like a demon on crack, his tongue lavishing my swollen and oversensitive clit until I feel actual hot tears leak unbidden from the corners of my eyes. “I can’t take it. It’s too much!” I’ve never felt so much. I feel like I’m going to die! My terrible desires are going to be the death of me.

The troll growls in his deep baritone. “Come for me.” He nips my clit with his teeth, and I lose my shit.

My body spasms and jerks on his lap like I’ve been electrocuted as heat surges through me, burning along every nerve like wildfire. My pussy convulses like a little whore, clinging to his cock-sized fingers with shameful need and desperation as the blazing ecstasy within explodes out of me. I’ve never come like this before. I mean, there’s coming and then there’s whatever the hell this is!

The troll continues to lick and slurp , his rough tongue cleaning the puffy folds of my pussy, all the way down my thighs, before languidly dragging over my asshole. “Mm,” he rumbles, raising his head to look down on me. “That was beautiful, little one. It has been an age since the last time I enjoyed a woman squirting. You taste heavenly for such a slut.”

Heat rises to my cheeks and even though I’m generally a sex-positive and liberal-minded individual, I can’t help but feel awash with hot shame. “I’ve never done that before,” I tell him with my mind, still unable to speak. “I didn’t even know I could.”

The troll licks his fingers clean in an obscenely decadent show of dominance before brushing my cheek with the backs of them. “Do not be ashamed. I have waited a lifetime for you, Brianna. And now I’ve got you, I’m never letting you go. You are mine.”

“I am no slut, and I am no man’s!” I fire back. Just because I begrudgingly enjoyed the disgusting and filthy pleasures he wrought upon my body doesn’t mean I am just automatically his.

The troll chuckles and toys with my exposed breasts, tweaking my hard nipples between his fingers like they were tiny seasonal berries in his giant fingers. “You are my mate, little one. Once you have taken my cock and I’ve filled you with my seed, you’ll never want for anything or anyone but me.”

I hang limp over his lap, my breathing heavy in the wake of my earth-shattering, squirtastic orgasm . “You’ll never fit!” I gasp back directly to his mind, not bothering to question how it is that we’re able to communicate using telepathy—something I’d always thought to be mere occult nonsense. “Your fingers are the size of a man’s cock as it is! That thing between your legs will split me in half!”