Page 8 of Terrible Desires (Loving Monsters #8)

“You fit me like a glove, Brianna,” says Sodor, his voice thick with desire. He growls and spanks my ass with his huge hand, causing my ample flesh to jiggle and ripple with the impact.

I suck in air between my teeth at the mind-melting sting. “I’m not fae, yet…” I warn under my breath. “Don’t break me.”

Sodor wraps his hand back around my hips, his grasp so immense that his fingers reach all the way around my curves to meet once more in the middle.

Even though I’m by no means a slender woman—I have curves for days—he makes me feel small. His enormous proportions are just perfect for me.

“Where’s the fun in that, little one?” he retorts, before slowly withdrawing an inch at a time. Then, without warning, he slams himself back in, burying his cock inside of me and driving the fucking air from my lungs in one fell swoop.

A strangled cry escapes me with the brutality of the impact and the now-familiar burn in the wake of his cock as it stretches me. “Oh, my God!” I can’t hold myself up under his force. So, I do the only thing I can do. I bow my back even more deeply, lowering myself from my hands to my forearms on the mossy earth.

“Oh, mate,” Sodor drawls, trailing a finger down my spine. “You are a feast for the eyes. You look so beautiful with your ass in the air, all vulnerable and prone. I will be committing this to memory, little one.” And then for a time, all conversation ceases and nothing but deep, animalistic groans and growls fill the air as the troll fucks me like the monster he was born to be.

With each powerful thrust he drives the breath from me and my cunt burns with the heinous stretch. I dance upon the fine line of pleasure and pain, my mind a melting pot of anguish and wild rapture. I am puppet of the flesh, a human sheath for a warrior from Faery—a human cock-sleeve for a mighty troll chieftain.

As he continues to rail me, chasing his own pleasure, desperate to sink a hybrid baby in me, I notice the fucking becomes easier. My insides hurt less and less, until I no longer recognize the stretch or burn. There’s just unadulterated, exquisite ecstasy. “How?” I call to his mind, my fingers splayed and clawing at the ground beneath me for purchase. “The pain…?”

“The nodules that give my cock its unique texture secrete pain relief,” he tells me aloud in-between grunts. “God knows we trolls are a lot to take!”

Thankful for small mercies, I lose myself to pleasure. In the absence of such all-encompassing pain, I can feel much more acutely. The bumps on his cock seem to not only offer relief, but their strange formations enhance my pleasure. The soft, natural ribbing of my cunt grips them, undulating around them as they pound in and out me at unholy speed. “Oh, my God. Fuck, yes!” I gasp out, my voice breaking on a strangled cry. Sodor’s cock is life. His vicious and unrelentless assault is everything. I’ve never felt so wanted, so desperately needed, ever .

I feel like a goddess of old, a voluptuous, unapologetic, and fertile beacon of femininity and womanhood to be worshipped and adored. “Yes, Sodor!” I beg like a mewling bitch on heat. “God! Fuck me harder, please! I’m so close!”

The war chieftain reaches forward and grabs my long hair, sweeping it up in a single deft movement into a ponytail that he grips hard like the reins of a horse. He pulls, forcing me back up onto my hands and deepening my posture.

I hiss at the sting as it dances across my scalp but moan a second later at the delicious and different angle of penetration.

Sodor thunders into me, but he doesn’t stop there. He pulls me by my hair again, until I’m standing upright on my knees before him. Abandoning my locks, his enormous hands roam my practically naked body. He gropes my breasts and tweaks my nipples, causing me to arch my back against him and whimper as I bear down upon him in an attempt to escape his cruel affections.

Glancing down, I can see the outline of the troll’s monstrous cock inside me as he fucks me. It’s as terrifying and obscene as it is absolutely gush-inducing. “Oh, my God!” I cry out, my release crashing over me like a tidal wave. It drags me under, and I lose myself in the moment. My cunt contracts and I spasm like a cut snake against him, writhing and shivering in his strong grasp.

The troll growls as my pussy quakes all around him, and I squirt again, unable to prevent it even if I tried. “Fucking hell,” Sodor snarls. “You have no idea how good you feel. I need more!”

“More?” I gasp, my head fallen back against his rock-hard, green abs. What does he mean, more? My mind reels, tumbling through the chaos of my ecstasy, his voice echoing in my ears like a broken record. More. More. More … I can’t take any more!

But no fucks are given by my giant green lover. He wraps his hand around my throat, squeezing before his cock-sized fingers find my clit. He tortures me, teasing and rubbing, until I’m a shuddering mess.

I moan and gasp, wanton, and lost to our forest enshrouded, lakeside passion as darkness dims my vision. A second orgasm builds within me, and I buck and whimper as it comes down upon me with the speed and ferocity of a bullet train. “Fuck!” I scream, my throat straining against his grasp, my voice swallowed by the night, as my stomach tightens. My cunt explodes with a second wave of pleasure that steals the very legs from under me. I spasm uncontrollably—almost as if I were having a seizure—flopping about in his arms like a fish on dry land. Then my eyes roll back in my head, and I hang limp and exhausted in his arms, unable to do anything but go with the current and allow it to carry me away.

Sodor releases my throat, his mighty roar filling the clearing as he comes, the sound like thunder, deafening me and scaring all manner of nocturnal life from the trees around us. The disgruntled hoots of owls, the startled shrieks of bats, and the squawking of frightened birds join him, adding to the chaotic cacophony of our unholy and monstrous post-orgasmic music we’ve created together beneath the All Hallows’ Eve moon.

His glowing green seed pulses within me and my body milks him for every last earthy drop. He quakes and heaves, his fingers tightening painfully on my pale skin as he rides the convulsions of his release like a bucking bronco.

I’ll probably be covered in bruises by the morning , I muse to myself. But I understand and I scarcely mind. If his orgasm felt anything like the two I just experienced, it’s amazing that he’s managing to remain upright, because I sure as hell have nothing left!