Chapter 8

Telise

I t was like the most exquisite torture possible.

I swallowed him up, as much as I could, and he filled me to a place I'd never imagined.

Now, my legs soaked in him, Raz'jin is gently running a hand down through my hair. His fingers stick in the occasional knot, but he combs it out without causing me any pain. It's such a soft gesture that I sink into his chest, where I can hear the slow, steady beating of his huge heart. Here, I can almost ignore the throbbing between my legs. Here, absolutely nothing can hurt me.

I fall asleep like that, just balled up in Raz'jin's huge arms. When I wake up to light coming in the one small window, a bit of drool has slid out of my lip onto one of those arms. But I'm not alone. My troll is dead asleep, like he's been knocked unconscious. It's amazing to see him so vulnerable. I could have cut his throat at any time in the night and stolen his beautiful emerald .

Eventually I have to move, and his eyes slowly open. They're soft, softer than I ever expected from a creature like him.

"Mmm," he mumbles out, yawning. "Good morning."

I repeat it back to him in Trollkin. "Good morning."

The sound of my voice seems to tickle him, because the side of his mouth goes up.

Eventually I do have to work, so I pry myself away and put my clothes back on. I wince a few times as I wriggle on the pants.

"Sorry," he says. I raise both eyebrows. What is he apologizing for? He makes an "O" shape with one hand, then pokes his finger through it, like a dick in a hole.

I have to laugh, and soon I'm buckled over and gasping at the renewed bolt of pain between my legs. Not sure how to say what I want to say in Trollkin, I just shrug my shoulders. Shit happens. That's life.

I'm not sure if he'll still be here later, but I certainly hope so. I want another round at least before he leaves Eyra Cove.

Raz'jin

Of course I don't leave.

You don't get your hands on the little nymph who ruled your fantasies for that long and let her go so quickly. Especially not one who has gifted you her first time in the blankets.

Soon I'll have to leave—the weather is changing quickly—but not just yet. I plan to make myself at home for now.

"You having a go at that human?" It's the bartender around dinnertime. Why is he even talking to me?

"What business of yours?" I ask with a snarl .

He waves his hands. "No judgment here. This is Eyra Cove. People do what they want, if you know what I'm saying. But not that many human ladies who walk in here will hook up with a troll. That's a new one for me."

I stare him down, and the huge axe over my back seems to say what needs to be said, because the bartender backs away. "Meant nothing by it," he says, and goes back to washing mugs.

That's where she finds me when she returns that evening. Tel-eesa doesn't even approach me—simply beckons me from across the room, and then starts up the stairs.

Cheeky critter.

The first thing she does when we get behind closed doors is unbutton my pants, but I stop her one button in. "No," I say firmly, and she gives me a look like a pouty child. She's so adorable and yet so filthy at the same time I could just fuck her right then, but after the present she gave me... No, I'm going to take it easy on her.

Instead, I set her on the bed, and then pull off her pants myself without ripping a thing. She's already pink and wet between the legs. I can see where I damaged her last night and remember what I set out to do.

I pull her folds apart, and then lick her and lick her until she's trembling everywhere, and then lick her some more. I slide one finger in, gently. Almost right away she's gasping, clenching around my hand and spilling out onto my face. I lap her up, just drinking her in and relishing every drop.

This time I'm the one who's going to wring her dry.

Tel-eesa tries once again to get to my pants, so I let her. Before long she has her mouth on me, and I'm too helpless with the sensation to stop her. She swallows as much of me as she can, and the rest spills out around her mouth. It feels like a waste, but I'll get more chances to fill her up with me soon, once she heals. And then I want to jam as much of it inside her as I can. I want to fill up her belly with my seed until she's got at least one of my whelps inside her, fattening her up. Even though I know it's simply not possible for a human and a troll, that doesn't stop the instinctual part of me that's risen out of some deep, dark place and said, this one is mine .

I knew it when I woke up this morning with this little human wrapped up in my arms. She is mine, and only mine. She belongs to me now.

And so I make her come over and over again that night, until she's a twitching ball in my arms. She groans my name as she squeezes my finger tight, and I can barely wait until that's my cock again.

I'll take her every moment I possibly can, and I won't waste it.

Telise

If I thought I was obsessed with the troll named Raz'jin before fucking him, that's nothing compared to this.

Whenever I'm at work, I'm thinking about him. As soon as I get back to my room he's there, slamming the door closed behind me. Advancing on me like an animal. Pushing me down against the bed and sliding down my pants so he can get his hands between my legs.

He's been waiting, I can tell, for me to heal. As much as he wants to sink his huge cock in me, he doesn't, patiently pleasuring me until I can't take any more. Who would have guessed a troll would be such an attentive and considerate lover? I always return the favor.

I'm surprised he's stayed around this long already. I thought that certainly he would be on the next boat out, but it's already come and gone, and Raz'jin is still here.

In the evenings, after we've had a few beers—and more than a few stares—we retire to my room. Communication is still difficult, but I've decided to work on that. I found a few reams of paper and a quill, and I ask him to teach me. He's reluctant at first, but soon starts making rudimentary drawings to explain Trollkin words to me. There's no point in him learning Freysian; his mouth just isn't made for the more delicate, soft words. Not that it doesn't know how to be soft and delicate in other ways. He kisses me like I never imagined someone could kiss me—exploring my lips, nibbling on them, gently opening them to slip into my mouth. Sometimes when we're practicing Trollkin and he's trying to explain a more abstract concept to me, he stops to stare at my mouth. Without warning, he pushes the sheafs of paper and ink aside, spilling it across the table, then grabs me and crushes my lips against his.

As we're able to communicate better and better, I start to learn interesting things about Raz'jin. He's obsessed with my breasts. He thought about them constantly after he freed me that night. "I was drunk," he says. I'm glad he was because he might not have let me go otherwise. He makes the dick-in-the-hole gesture again. "Then that was all I wanted."

So it wasn't just me. I'm relieved to hear that he felt the same conflicting but overwhelming obsession that I did. Whatever had happened between us that day wasn't just a passing fancy. Some spark had been set upon the kindle, and now it was swelling into a raging fire.

When he can finally wedge two fingers inside me without inflicting any pain, my troll decides that I'm ready again. He's so eager that he's panting, but he takes his time to get me worked up. Now he knows exactly which motions of his tongue drive me wild, which way of touching me with his huge fingers gets me soaking wet and dripping onto his hand. This time, when he brings his enormous cock to my entrance, the head fits in a little easier. It still pulls me wide, and I have to grab onto his shoulders and bury my fingers in his flesh as he starts to push in deeper. It seems like there's no way it will fit, but then, somehow, it does. Not only does it slide into me, but once he's gotten the head inside, I feel a burst of pleasure I couldn't have fathomed.

"Do you like that, little one?" Raz'jin says, pausing his invasion to let me adjust. I can only nod my head and let out a whimper. He starts over, pulling the head back out and then slipping it in past that first wall, and I moan. It sends sparks flying up into my chest, my neck, even my face. He looks like he's just unlocked a secret door, and a wicked smile spreads across his face. He repeats the same motion, over and over, until I'm wriggling underneath him, begging for him to slide in deeper. I need him in a place I've never needed anyone before. I want to feel the real size of him; I want him to fill me all the way up until he hits that final wall, and then fuck me until I'm blue between the legs.

Raz'jin seems to sense what I want, because he takes a deep breath and drops to the bed on one elbow, carefully positioning himself for whatever is about to come next.

Raz'jin

I didn't think she could feel better wrapped around my cock than she did the first time, but somehow, she manages it. Tel-eesa is so soft, so wet, so gloriously hot around me that I have to work up every ounce of self-control not to sink myself as deep into her as I possibly can. No, I need to save that because once I do it, I don't think I could stop myself from coming immediately.

All of my careful attentions the last few days have paid off. She wants me so badly, and it's the greatest aphrodisiac possible. I want to give her everything she's asking for and more. I want to be her slave. I've never felt this way about a trolless or orcess before—like their pleasure is the greatest gift. But nothing sounds better than the human's cute little mewls, or her sweet, high-pitched moans as I start to sink deeper into her. How my cock can fit inside such a tiny thing is beyond my comprehension, but fit it does, and how perfectly.

Her legs wrap tight around my waist, pulling me in. Her eyes fall closed and her head tilts back, and I know she's enjoying herself as much as I am. Good. Very good. This is much better than watching the tears slip down the sides of her face. I want her to feel what I'm feeling, this same blissful, wire-tight tension. I want to make her gush around me like she does when I'm licking her tiny little pussy. So I continue my slow progress, finding each place that makes her clench up with pleasure and keeping myself there until she's a shivering, moaning mess underneath me, riding so close to her edge that a gentle push would tip her over.

That's when I finally go for the finish line and sink deep inside, as far as I'll fit. Maybe she can only take two-thirds of me, but it's enough to make my cock swell up even more, and it feels like every spare ounce of my blood is being siphoned there. She cries out, loudly, and I wonder how tired our neighbors are getting of her little screams.

"Good," she manages out. "Very good. Please." Her hands rise up to my tusks and there, she holds on for dear life.

I know what she wants. I pull back a few inches and then slide back in, trying to control the tension that's rising from my hips upward. I take her as deep as I can, pushing the limit more with every stroke. She cries out with each one, and when she pulls my face close to hers, I kiss her. It's the kind of long, deep kiss that I've only ever imagined sharing with a lifelong lover, holding her down to the earth while I'm buried deep inside her.

"It's here," she says in busted Trollkin, but I understand what she's saying. Her eyes roll back in her head, and her mouth goes utterly slack.

"Good. Give it to me." And she does. She screams out, and her incredible little cunt squeezes around my dick so hard I think it might choke me. I bury myself as deep as I can and then I'm there, too, everything inside me gushing out into her. She bites down on my lip, and I can't blame her because every one of her muscles is tight under my hands. I pump again, relishing the sensation of filling her up, of getting my seed deep inside her.

"Mine," I say to her as she trembles underneath me. I plan to fuck her many, many more times. Hundreds of times. Wherever I go next, she's coming with me. I can't possibly let her out of my sight again.

My mate. Mine.