Chapter 7

CHAPTER 7

" A re you hungry, my love?"

I nod. I have just awoken. It must be the next day. Suddenly, I am ravenous and realize I haven't eaten anything in I don't know how long. And I still have my blindfold on. Vaguely, I recall that Red seems to have a vested interest in my keeping it on.

But I push that from my mind. One thing at a time. "Yes, starving! I haven't eaten anything but protein bars in a few days now."

"Yes, I found a few wrappers in your backpack. I have to say they don't look particularly tasty."

"They are not. Unless you like the taste of cardboard, that is," I respond.

"I see." Red's voice is smooth. The sound of it sends a wave of heat directly to my pussy. "I will show you what real food tastes like."

"I can't wait. And then maybe we can talk about this blindfold? I really think it's okay now. I feel fine."

"Um, perhaps…"

Why does he sound nervous?

"Perhaps you would like me to read to you from your book?"

"What? My book?"

"My apologies, but yes, I found that in your bag as well. When you were knocked out, I wanted to be sure you had no medications or anything in your bag that you might have needed…"

"Oh, I see. That makes sense…"

"But anyhow, first, let me feed you, and then we can discuss your reading habits. And like I said, I could read to you a bit if you would like.

I have to admit that does sound nice…and there is something about his voice that is just so calming. I know I should be freaking out, but it's just hard to explain. He just feels safe. There is a caring quality to his voice, the effect of which I don't think I have ever experienced before.

He lifts me into a seated position, and I feel him place a tray on my lap.

"Here," he says, and I smell something savory and steamy. My mouth waters. Then there's a spoon at my lips. "Eat this slowly; I don't want to shock your system."

"I can easily feed myself if you'd help me remove this thing from my eyes," I answer gratefully, taking the soup one spoonful at a time.

He hesitates, and I wonder again if there is something he is hiding. "Not yet. Your eyes still need their rest. Darkness will heal them."

Again, his voice is soothing, and I am not going to complain as I allow him to feed me. It's nice to have someone take care of me. As a foster kid, that's not something I ever really got to experience. It is almost intoxicating, actually. And story time? I am feeling like a little girl, but in the best way possible.

"Tell me, what do you think of this book you are reading?" He changes the subject abruptly.

"Oh, it's amazing," I say, thinking about my favorite character. "There's this character Xavier…"

Suddenly, he laughs. "Yes, I know, he is one of my favorites as well. I've read the whole series" Red pipes up before I can say another word."He's always falling in love with the wrong woman, only to find out that the right woman was waiting for him the whole time."

"The maid, yes!" I feel my heart flutter. "But they can't be together because—"

"She is below his station. It's a compelling love story,"Red says to me as he places another spoonful on my lips. I wave it away. I'm too excited that this man knows about my favorite Xavier books.

"And the way the author weaves in a murder mystery! I just love all the books. The way he always ends up solving a crime with the heroine! And then there's all that court intrigue. The plots are always so well put together, but in this one, what the hell! I only want them to act on their forbidden love. I get so frustrated. So many moments where they could be kissing."

"Agreed," Red replies. I hear the bowl being set down nearby. "But I am sure they will get to the kissing part."

"I'd like that." I feel my face burn. He doesn't mean the characters. I can tell by the way he said it. He is talking about us. He means to kiss me. "Then why don't we? I mean, they?" I hear Red chuckle, and then the bed groans under his weight again. And just like that, before I have time to think further, I feel lips on mine, large and gentle. I put and arm up to touch his face, but he catches it in one of his hands, and for the first time, I really get a sense of just how massive he is. His cock was huge, all right. God, is it huge. But his hand easily circles my arm. His lips are huge, too, but so soft and gentle. The kiss is brief but promising; if I want it, there is more to come. I want him, and he wants me, too. The air is electric. It's wild, but I'm going to do it. My body is crying out for release.I can already feel I have practically flooded my panties. God, what is it about this stranger?

"Red, enough is enough. Let me take this blindfold off." Though I am a bit weak, I lift my hands just enough to get a hold of the satiny cloth.

"No, not yet, please…" Red holds my hands in his large warm ones again. They feel like soft baseball mitts. "I have a few things to tell you before you look at me." He sounds anxious.

"Why?" I am so confused. What could be so wrong with this guy that he doesn't want me to look at him?

Maybe he's really ugly?

"Is there something wrong? Tell me, please."

His hands tighten on mine. "I'm not an ordinary man." He pauses. "This is so hard for me. I can't tell you—I must show you. Please promise you won't scream, okay?"

It could be he is terribly scarred. Maybe?

"No one but Troth and I know you are here, and that is one too many. I can get in big trouble having a hu— That is, having you in my home. So whatever your response, no screaming, okay?"

Trepidation and maybe a little excitement run through me. "I promise."

He unties the knot, holding the silken material around my eyes. The light hurts, and everything is a bit blurry for a few moments. Blinking, I try to focus. My head hurts a little, but I ignore the pain as everything around me becomes more apparent. Then I see him. Red, my rescuer, is green. I stifle a giggle at the irony of his name. I don't want to hurt his feelings.

Boy, is he big.

He is very tall, at least seven feet, with a large, strangely appealing face; his head covered in thick lush hair, and his shortbeard looks soft. I want to run my fingers through it. His chocolate-brown eyes stare at me as I assess him. It seems like he is waiting for my disapproval, but quite the contrary, I find him very sexy, green skin and all.Truthfully, I couldn't care less what he looks like. There is just something about being around him. I just feel so safe. And like I am the only woman in the world.

Probably because I am… at least the only human woman around here. Wherever here is.

But rather than be filled with trepidation, it is a sense a wonder and awe that comes over me. This man...this beast somehow puts me at ease.

I briefly look around and realize everything in this room is big, from the bed to the door to just the height of the wooden-beamed ceiling.

But my eyes are pulled back to him. All I can think about is what his cut muscles will feel like when I touch them. Then, my eyes move down to where I can see his manhood straining through his pants. He's hard for me; I want to touch it again. Images of mounting him and riding that thing dance through my mind. My pussy grows wet with desire, and a little moan escapes from my lips.

"I scare you." Red turns away. "I should have told you."

I am baffled at this reaction, then realize he thought my moan was that of fear or disapproval. With effort, I reach for him.

"No, you don't scare me at all." I gingerly take his hand. "After the whole build up, I was sure you must be scarred or deformed."

"But I'm not one of your human males. It is true that I'm considered quite handsome amongst my kind… but I thought—"

"You're very handsome, andI have never in my life been treated with such tenderness and kindness. I've been mistreated by every human male I've ever dated. They all have made me feel like I was unattractive or almost a burden to be around. But you… you saved my life; you're placing your life on the line for me now nursing me back to health." I look at him right in the eyes and put my hands on his broad chest. "I've searched for you all my adult life, and now you are here. You are the bravest, kindest, and sexiest ogre I've ever met."

And I mean it.

Red looks up at me, an almost stunned expression on his face.

"Ogre! I'm not an ogre. Troth is an ogre." He tilts his chin slightly, taking on a regal air about him. "I am a troll of the third generation and a prince of the house of Relgor."

I quickly rephase things.

"Well then, my prince, I think you are the hottest troll I've ever seen." I give him my most lascivious smile, hoping it doesn't send him running for those hills outside.

"Have you met many trolls?" he asks me.

"No, I can't say I have, but I played Dungeons he smells fresh and clean like a forest after the rain. I want all of him. His hot breath moves to my neck as he trails kisses down to my cloth-covered breasts. He licks me through the thin gossamer fabric, and my nipples tighten with his touch. His warm hands move to my thighs, massaging my sore muscles.His strength is incredible. But at the same time, he is so gentle with me.

I arch my back as Red reaches under my nightgown, pushing it up over my waist with one huge hand before he scoots down the bed and brings his hand to cup and rub my ass. He finally settles himself between my legs, his face hovering just inches over my pussy. He's waiting for permission. It's obvious he wants to please me. He is so close to me that I feel his breath quicken. I need him so much. Without thinking, I push my hips upward into his face. He moans with apparent delight and then plunges his tongue in between my folds, wasting no time in finding my clit. A shockwave of sensation runs through my body, and I cry out his name. He's sucking on me relentlessly while caressing my innermost thighs as he spreads me open.

He moves my hips back and forth as his tongue thrusts and retracts into my hot, wet slit.

Jesus, you haven't lived until you've had a troll tongue you.

If I weren't in the throes of ecstasy, I would have laughed out loud at the crazy phrase that popped into my head.

His tongue is so big, it fills me each time he slams my pussy into his face. He is picking up the pace. God, my core is heating up, and even though he is doing most of the work, I can feel my own muscles working overtime.

"Oh, my… Red… I think I am going to—"

But this only makes him suck and lick harder, and I feel the tension in my belly build. I'm so wet. I am imagining what it would be like if he pressed his enormous green cock into me.

God, I can't believe this is happening.

But it is. And I love it. Red presses me so hard into his face that I fear he can't breathe. His tongue is moving with a renewed urgency, in and out, plunging, licking, probing, and tasting me. He must love what he is finding because now his hands are gripping my ass even harder. Just then, as I already feel the tension reaching a crescendo, I feel him plunge what is probably just one of his enormous fingers deep inside me. But it is enough. I feel my muscles release as I come all over his face.

"Red!"

My body shudders, and he holds me there for a moment, licking up my wetness and allowing me to catch my breath. Slowly, he kisses my pussy once more before pulling himself up to lay alongside me, as massive as he is.

I cannot move—I am boneless. He licks his lips. "You are delicious."

I smile up at him. He lays on the bed next to me, gathering me into his arms. I've never felt so safe in my entire life. I snuggle into him.

"I want to make love to you." He caresses my hair, kissing the top of my head. Then, he takes my hand, placing it on his arousal. "I am large. I don't want to hurt you, but I need you so badly. I need to claim you, I need to possess you. You are my mate—you belong to me."

The old me from three days ago would have told this guy to buzz off, get lost, and not to call me. I don't belong to anyone but myself. But of course that was before I experienced troll tongue. But more than that… just him… everything has all changed. I have trouble catching my breath, my heart pounds in my chest, my pussy is throbbing with need. If I don't have him soon, I think I will die. I want to tell him all this, but I can only breathe the word, "Yes."

Red leans into me. I can taste myself on his lips as he kisses me deeply and slowly. As he does, he takes off his pants.

"I want to feel your skin against me," he whispers as he helps me out of my nightgown.

We are now both naked, troll and woman, skin to skin. The feel of him against me sends shivers up and down my spine. Then he grabs my waist, rolling me on top of him.

"You're so beautiful." His fingers touch my face, then lightly trail down to my breasts, tracing my nipples with slow, deliberate circles. "I'd hoped to find a mate, but I never dreamed I'd find you. I never could have imagined."

"Well, that makes two of us."

No man has spoken to me like Red or made me feel this good. My hand finds his shaft. I am shocked again at the size of it, grabbing him low at the base. I need it now. There is no denying my hunger, and I move over him and nestle the tip of his cock between my pussy lips before I slide my wetness along the length of him.

Red moves under me. I know he wants to be inside me as much as I want him there. The thought makes me even wetter. I can't wait any longer. I guide him to where he belongs. He's huge, but I am soaked, and no sooner do I guide him in than I feel an electric shock radiate out as I stretch to accommodate his fat head.

I let out a moan as I begin to let him slide in a little deeper. He fills me and stretches me more as I sink down on his thickness. God, he is touching parts of me that have never been touched. His body grows still underneath me. I open my eyes to see him staring at me, searching my face. Is that worry I see?

"I'm okay," I say, acclimating to his length and girth. "You feel so good." Red reaches for both my hands and holds them to his heart as I lean over him in my straddled position.

"You are my love. We will go slow—you will get used to me in time. I want you to feel good. Ride me as you will. Use me for your pleasure. I am yours."

I gingerly move up and down on him, my pussy lips stretching around him. He fills me so completely—the sensation is like nothing I've ever experienced before. And god, do I love it.

"You feel so good," I moan as I grind my hips, feeling his cock plunging and probing deeper and deeper into my core. I can't stop myself; I ride him faster and faster. Red cups my breasts and holds on while I bounce on top of him. He is definitely the hottest troll I've ever been with, I think with another inner chuckle. I am so wet and so excited that I am finally adjusting to his size.

He glides in and out of me with ease as I continue to slam my hips down onto him. And by now, he has a firm grip on my hips and is thrusting up to meet me. With every penetration, my clit slams against him as he seems to hit me deeper and deeper. The heat is building until again I feel my pussy clench, and I am rocked by a fresh wave of pleasure. My orgasm is so intense that I quiver uncontrollably on his cock as he holds my hips. Red catches me when I fall on top of him, panting and sweating, tears rolling down my cheeks from the emotions I feel all at once.

"I love you," I breathe. I can't believe I said the words. "I love you so much."This is just like a fairytale.

Exactly like a fairytale, actually. I'm just not sure which one.

"My love." He pulls me closer to him, kissing my face, hair, and lips. Then he pulls me up to look at him. I see love and lust in his eyes. "So much more pleasure awaits you."

I gasp as he flips me over onto my stomach and pulls my ass up off the bed. With his hands, he spreads me out, then I feel his tongue again, hot and demanding, licking my pussy.

I could get used to this.

This troll loves to feast on me. He slips his tongue up and down my slit, sucking on my lips, playing with my clit, until I am squirming and crying out for him to enter me again.

I feel the tip of his enormous green cock teasing me.

"Do me," I say a bit louder than I meant to.

Red groans, then slams himself inside me. As I cry out, he places his hand over my mouth.

"Bite me," he says urgently. I do, and he fucks me from behind. I love it. He dominates me, and I want more as I push my ass back against him.

Vaguely, I wonder if I can get pregnant from fucking a troll, but just as I entertain the thought, he slams into me again, spreading my pussy wide, and I decide I don't really care at the moment.