Chapter 14

Cragnorr

T he smell of her fills my nose as I fuck her. Her cries are music to my ears. The sight of her head fallen back, her mouth open, is a feast for my eyes. I don’t care how much my chest hurts where the lion clawed me.

This is what I’ve always wanted, and I simply didn’t know it.

How my cock pushes through her slick, powerfully tight cunt, I don’t know, but I’ve never felt anything like it. I have to take her fast and hard, right now, before my body gives in to my pleasure and I finish too soon. She’s so hot as she squeezes me, so soft as she wrings me dry, and a powerful surge is winding its way up my spine, something that will erupt.

My little human, who fits me perfectly, who keens with bliss every time I pound into her. This is what I was made for, I know now. I will put my cock in her every day for the rest of my life, and empty myself inside her instead of on the floor. Yes, that’s what I want—all my sticky white spend buried deep in her, where my animal mind tells me it goes .

This sparks even more tinder inside me, and I bellow as I shove my cock even deeper inside her, now that she has opened for me.

“Cragnorr, Cragnorr,” she moans, each of her cries escalating in pitch. My blood is singing with her voice, all my rage boiling up into claiming my woman, my Mia.

That’s what she is. Mine .

When I abruptly unleash, shooting my seed deep into her, my body keeps going. No, I need her to gush around me like she did when I licked her. My cock wants to taste her sweet flavor, too. A river streams out of her as my hips keep pumping. Mia seizes my hair in her hands, tugging on it harder with every thrust. She’s tightening up around me, squeezing me so hard, and I plow through it, using all of my strength and resilience though my cock is far, far too sensitive.

My beloved Mia, who will be mine until the end of time. I will fuck her again and again, my soul uniting with hers, her cries filling up my head with foggy bliss. I will tell her with all of myself how much I care for her, what she means to me, the way my life cannot possibly continue without her.

Then her whole body turns rigid, and she screams as I sink my cock deep. I can’t help going off a second time when she clenches me like that, her mouth open in carnal pleasure. I fill her up again, thrusting once, twice more, as our fluids gush down her thighs.

When I can no longer move inside Mia’s sweet, tight cunt, I sink to the ground on my knees with her in my arms, still lodged inside her. When I look down, I find she is red around where I’ve plundered her, that slit now spread wide to accommodate me and dripping with my spend.

My blood cools, and a peace I’ve never felt settles over me. Mia whines as I slowly work my cock free of her swollen cunt. I give her a concerned frown, but she just smiles and waves me off.

“Only a little sore,” she says, kissing my cheek.

I bring her into my arms then and lie back on the floor, letting her use my body as a bed. Neither of us speaks as all my rage and lust finally abates.

I know now, deep in my soul, that I belong to her, and she belongs to me. That this is what was intended for us.

Now I just have to figure out how to get us both out of here.

Day turns to night beyond the trap door. I wonder how long they’ll keep us here in the dirt, without food or water. I can make out a few stars through the crack in the ceiling when Mia finally wakes.

“Mmm,” she murmurs, rubbing her cheek on my chest. I run a hand through her soft hair, letting it dribble between my fingers like water. “This is a shit hole, but at least I’m with you.”

I curl my neck to kiss the top of her sweet head. Of course, I feel the same way. Already my body is responding to her lying on top of me, thinking of how perfectly she swallowed me up. My cock brushes her thigh, and Mia giggles.

“Is that it?” she asks. “Now that you’ve done it once, you’re hooked?”

I nod, but it’s even more than that. I thought my place in the world was as her guardian, but now I know it’s at her side. It’s slipping my cock inside her and holding her as she sleeps. These are things I feel in my bones, and I wonder if she feels it, too.

But what do they have planned for us? Why is the King keeping us here? Perhaps this is my reward for killing the lion. It’s not the freedom I’m after, but I will accept this small gift.

My Mia is still without pants, which is an enticing offer. But I want to touch her—all of her. More careful now than I was earlier today, I slide the tiny wisp of fabric that covers her breasts up over her arms, which she eagerly tosses away. I roam her body with my hands, memorizing the teardrop shape of her tits, the dip of her belly button, the flare of her hips from her waist in the darkness. She does the same to me, even playing with my nipples and making me gasp at this fresh sensation.

She’s still covered in me, and the scent of us mingled makes me thick and hard. I seize her by the hips and she lets out a squeak of surprise as I drag her upward, so her knees are straddling my face. Here, I can inhale her even more deeply, and without preamble, I bury my mouth in her.

Mia moans as I attack her, thrashing that tiny bead with my tongue, then ducking down to drink up all the wetness dripping out of her. She makes even more sweet noises as I lick her faster, harder, until she’s nearly at her peak. I slide my fingers between her legs, where they meet wet lips, her sweet cunt pulsing as I tease it. Then I push them inside her, and she lets out a cry. I continue my work until she’s grinding her hips against me, begging, “Cragnorr, Cragnorr,” over and over.

Fuck. I need to be inside her, before she meets her finish. I want her to seize around me while she cries out my name.

I pull her back down again so she’s positioned over my groin. My cock nudges between the cheeks of her ass, letting her know what it wants.

She gives it to me. Rising up to her knees, Mia guides me from the crease of her soft rear to the dip between her thighs. When my cock settles at her tiny cave and gently presses in, she winces. I grab her waist to stop her, furrowing my brow in concern.

She shakes her head and pets my chest. “It’s okay,” she says. “I want you, Cragnorr. Now.”

I can’t deny her anything, so I obey, drawing her hips down gently. I watch in fascination as her cunt spreads for me, but she’s still so, so tight that I have to move slowly. Mia tests each depth, her eyes rolling back in her head as I press in deeper, and deeper. When I’m only halfway inside her she rises up, teasing just the tip of my cock before swallowing me up again.

As she moves faster, those perfect breasts bounce. She takes me at her own speed, dominating me, owning me the way I did her. As her cries grow louder and her movements jerkier, I lift her hips with my hands, lending her my strength. I’m going to hold out this time, I promise myself, even as her moans and fluttering cunt threaten to set me off. I pluck her nipples and squeeze her ass, consuming every part of her.

It’s when she screams my name, her thighs going taut, her body freezing over me so I have to start slamming her down on my cock, that I can’t hold back any longer. I groan as I explode inside her, her beautiful cunt throbbing and milking me for all I have to give it.

Panting, Mia falls down on top of me, and buries her face in the hollow of my throat. We stay like that, my cock inside her, our breaths rising and falling as one.

I don’t know when she’ll be dragged away from me, but I’m going to enjoy every moment I have with her.

She examines my wound and shakes her head. “How do we get out of this?” she asks, voice barely above a whisper. Finally, my cock is soft enough that it slides out, and I’m surprised by how much liquid runs down my leg.

I shake my head, because I truly don’t know. But I will find a way.

Mia

When the sun comes up again, we’re both painfully hungry. We’ve been sitting side-by-side, Cragnorr’s arm around my shoulders, waiting for what comes next. I’m afraid they’ll make me leave him when they do finally come, and brace myself for it.

At last, a heavy lock turns, and the door opens. Six guards file in, and Cragnorr places himself in front of me .

“Woman,” one of the guards says, shaking a hand at me. “You’re leaving.” Cragnorr lets out a warning growl when they come near. One of the guards reaches for his sword, the others tensing up to act.

I put a hand on Cragnorr’s arm. “I have to go with them,” I say quietly, “or they’ll hurt you.”

He responds by curling his hands into fists, preparing to fight.

“I’ll be all right.” I don’t know if this is true, but I can’t let my ogre get himself killed. “I’ve survived this long, haven’t I?”

The tension doesn’t leave Cragnorr’s body, but he gazes down at me with a terrible sadness in his eyes. He pulls me into his arms, smelling my hair, clutching me as if we might never see each other again. I run a hand down his tusk, then kiss his nose before turning around and offering my wrists to the guards. They run a rope around them, and Cragnorr wails behind me as I’m led out the door.

“Disgusting,” one of the guards says as I’m led away, mostly naked, clinging to my ripped clothes. We pass through a dark, dank room filled with metal cages, and inside them are people—two men and two trollkin, one green and one blue. I wonder if this is where they’ve been keeping Cragnorr.

What a horrid place to live, with no sunlight, chained and left in a cage.

Somehow I have to get him out of here.

Despite my blatant nudity, I pay close attention as the guards guide me up the stairs and out into the open. The door leading down into the holding area is wood, but locked with an iron bar. It would be challenging to get in there without a key.

Narria is waiting for me when we emerge, and the guards hand my rope over to her. She surveys me up and down.

“Not so innocent anymore,” she says with a wry smile. Then she leads me away, to that isolated corner of the camp where I can bathe and, hopefully, find some fresh clothes.

When I’m in the tub, I clean myself between the legs and let out a whimper at the soreness there. Narria arches an eyebrow from where she sits nearby.

“How did you do that, anyway?” she asks, propping one elbow on the side of the tub. “That must be one monster of a cock.”

My cheeks heat just thinking about it, how full I felt, how gloriously he wrung me dry.

She arches an eyebrow. “That good? Psh. And a virgin, too.” She flings a towel at my head. “That’s not fair.”

I give her an odd look. “What isn’t?”

“That you had a good time in the sack on your first try,” she says irritably as I get out of the water and dry myself off. “Usually it’s shit, you know.”

She raids what appears to be the communal clothing exchange and returns with an even skimpier outfit than the last one. When I slip on the tiny, slinky bottoms, they ride up my ass.

“There’s someone coming tonight,” she says, gesturing at the silky harness she’s handing me. It’s barely enough to keep my nipples hidden. “He wants you to look good for our guest.”

I shudder.

It’s midday when I’m led to Zake’s house with the leaning roof and misshapen walls. Narria knocks, and we hear a groan coming from inside. The door opens, and a bleary-eyed King answers wearing only a robe that’s falling off his body.

He blinks when he sees me standing there, then his mouth curves up on one side. I don’t like the sick, knowing look on his face.

“That ogre sure can make a woman scream,” he says, revealing all of his stained teeth. “Now I see the appeal.”

I say nothing.

Zake’s smile widens. He beckons Narria and me inside, then flings off his robe and wanders his room naked for a few minutes, looking for what he wants to wear. Eventually, he chooses an embroidered jacket over his bare chest, and a pair of tight pants. He looks absolutely ridiculous.

“Come, come.” He gestures at Narria, who stands at attention, having never even spared him a glance as he dresses. “Let’s go greet them.”