10. Ten

Ten

Bo

O llie shuddered under my touch, looking beautiful on his hands and knees on the springy moss covering the forest floor.

The feel of his body around my cock annihilated me. "You're so tight, ?lskling," I rasped, reverently stroking down his back to take hold of his hips.

"Bo!" Ollie hissed, fingers digging into the soft moss and his ass clenching around me. "You're not helping," he huffed, shaking his head and attempting to take deep breaths.

Planting my hand next to his on the ground, I brought my chest to his back. "Let's switch and see how you deal with the view," I whispered into the crook of his neck, before planting a nipping kiss on his skin. "Do you have any idea how perfect you look with my dick in your ass?"

"Do you have any idea how great it feels, Bo? And how bloody massive you are?"

"And so hard for you." I rolled my hips cautiously against his ass. I needed to get moving, or I'd come like this. He moaned my name, again and again, as I fucked him in deep strokes, trying to get the angle right to hit his prostate.

Please come for me, ?lskling. I can't take it anymore.

The mushrooms were starting to do their magic. I felt the familiar rush of blood down into my cock, the tingling, the frenzy.

"Oh God, fuck. Do you feel this, too? Bo?" Ollie's voice was hoarse, low, and strained, as if he was holding on by a thread.

"I feel it. I feel everything," I growled into his skin, rubbing my nose all over his shoulder to give him more of the mating hormones, making it easier for him to bear.

We got lost in each other, lost in time and space, bathed in the fireflies' green glow. Sweat was dripping from our bodies, drenching the forest floor, as did our combined release as we came over and over again, grunting and snarling like wild animals. Holding each other through it.

It took over two hours for the effects to wear off. Two hours in which I lost count of how often I climaxed. It should have been physically impossible that there was any cum left in me—or him—but when had Troll magic ever abided by any law of men?

I had his back plastered to my chest, my hand wrapped around his throat, the other jerking his still hard cock.

"Give me one more. Just one more, Ollie," I grunted, skin slapping on skin. My conscious mind knew my dick would be sore tomorrow, but the Troll did not care.

"Bo, I don't know if I can," he gasped, shuddering in my grasp, his animalistic moans echoing around the clearing.

"I know you can. You've been so good for me, baby. Just one more before we'll get you cleaned up." I spit into my palm, went back and jacked his dick faster.

It was a little painful, but it hurt so fucking good.

He came with a relieved sigh, knowing it was over, but—I was so sure of it—having loved every second.

I followed him over the edge, free falling until we hit the soft moss, and I curled my body around his, keeping him warm and safe in my arms.

My mate.