all on display for her eyes. It
waved to her and grabbed the thick cock that jutted between its legs. “Fuck
you! I am not that hard up!” she yelled. The thing tried one more lunge before
jumping back into the water.
Whisper grabbed her arm,
pulling her toward him, and planting a kiss on her forehead. “I am yours.”
She hadn’t meant it like
that or had she? Her mind and heart were still torn on that one. Morrigan gazed
up at the ceiling, praying for some sort of hole or tunnel that they could
crawl out of. Her lips parted, and her eyes went wide. It was, literally, a
ceiling of rock and a small crack between the rocks that let in the smallest
filtering of light. It led to the surface. She could see a piece of the sky and
a few stars. How did they come this close to the surface when they dove so deep
to begin with? Maybe that thing was trying to drown them first.
“If we break that open,
the ceiling will cave in,” Whisper said.
Morrigan’s hope faded.
He was right. There wasn’t much holding that ceiling up, and when it did go,
the whole place would be crumbled and they’d be back on the main floor with the
kelpie. “Damn it.” She was just about out of optimism.
“We will survive,”
Whisper said without an ounce of sarcasm.
“Can you see the future
now? Some crystal ball I don’t know about?” She sat back against the rock wall.
“My balls are not
crystal.” He grinned, showing some fang. “And we will not die because I have
yet to get you in my bed. Tied down...” He leaned closer. “Legs spread, breasts
bared to my eyes with small wooden clamps squeezing them.”
Morrigan blanched. She
swallowed hard and stared at Whisper. He really was a dominant. “I am not subservient.”
She tried for tough, unflinching, but it came out rather hoarse.
“You are my submissive.”
He closed the gap between them. His mouth on her created a wild erotic ride as
he ravaged her lips. His tongue and fangs gave the kiss more depth, and by the
time he pulled away, she was creaming between her legs and clenching her thighs
together. She knew just how good the sex with him could be. Her cheeks grew hot
as she thought of their first time, fucking on the battlefield like animals.
What would it be like if Whisper took his time? Morrigan bit her bottom lip.
She could only imagine the heights he could bring her. He leaned closer, this
time his lips lingering on her neck. He suckled her tanned skin, and she felt
the sting of his fangs sliding across her delicate flesh.
“What’s with the fangs?”
There. She asked.
He stopped his sensual
exploration of her neck. Their eyes locked, and he parted his lips to show her
the white, sharp teeth. He seemed to be debating the answer. She wasn’t sure
she was prepared for the answer.
“I am...mutated. I carry
several troll traits.”
“You’re part troll?”
“Not by choice,” he said
harshly and then kicked the nearest rock through the hole. There was a thunk as
it landed below them and a plop as it bounced into the water. “I was...born in
the fairy kingdom, but my parents were not in agreement with the old king’s
policies. We moved away, alone in the woods, and it wasn’t long before the
trolls found us. Two old fairies and a young boy.” He shook his head. “They
were killed and I was taken.” Whisper slipped a strap off his shoulder and over
his arm. “They kept me alive, unwilling and scared out of my mind. I lost all
sense of time as they fed off me.” He pulled the armor that he always wore off
his chest.
Morrigan’s mouth fell
open. On his muscular chest were bite marks. She could see the outline of the
mouth and two sharp puncture holes. “They bit you.”
“The king did not tell the
whole truth. The trolls do want our territory, but they also want our blood.
For them it’s an aphrodisiac, a pleasure enhancer.”
Morrigan reached out to
touch his chest. Her fingertips dragged along his skin and over the old wounds.
“They didn’t come to
waved to her and grabbed the thick cock that jutted between its legs. “Fuck
you! I am not that hard up!” she yelled. The thing tried one more lunge before
jumping back into the water.
Whisper grabbed her arm,
pulling her toward him, and planting a kiss on her forehead. “I am yours.”
She hadn’t meant it like
that or had she? Her mind and heart were still torn on that one. Morrigan gazed
up at the ceiling, praying for some sort of hole or tunnel that they could
crawl out of. Her lips parted, and her eyes went wide. It was, literally, a
ceiling of rock and a small crack between the rocks that let in the smallest
filtering of light. It led to the surface. She could see a piece of the sky and
a few stars. How did they come this close to the surface when they dove so deep
to begin with? Maybe that thing was trying to drown them first.
“If we break that open,
the ceiling will cave in,” Whisper said.
Morrigan’s hope faded.
He was right. There wasn’t much holding that ceiling up, and when it did go,
the whole place would be crumbled and they’d be back on the main floor with the
kelpie. “Damn it.” She was just about out of optimism.
“We will survive,”
Whisper said without an ounce of sarcasm.
“Can you see the future
now? Some crystal ball I don’t know about?” She sat back against the rock wall.
“My balls are not
crystal.” He grinned, showing some fang. “And we will not die because I have
yet to get you in my bed. Tied down...” He leaned closer. “Legs spread, breasts
bared to my eyes with small wooden clamps squeezing them.”
Morrigan blanched. She
swallowed hard and stared at Whisper. He really was a dominant. “I am not subservient.”
She tried for tough, unflinching, but it came out rather hoarse.
“You are my submissive.”
He closed the gap between them. His mouth on her created a wild erotic ride as
he ravaged her lips. His tongue and fangs gave the kiss more depth, and by the
time he pulled away, she was creaming between her legs and clenching her thighs
together. She knew just how good the sex with him could be. Her cheeks grew hot
as she thought of their first time, fucking on the battlefield like animals.
What would it be like if Whisper took his time? Morrigan bit her bottom lip.
She could only imagine the heights he could bring her. He leaned closer, this
time his lips lingering on her neck. He suckled her tanned skin, and she felt
the sting of his fangs sliding across her delicate flesh.
“What’s with the fangs?”
There. She asked.
He stopped his sensual
exploration of her neck. Their eyes locked, and he parted his lips to show her
the white, sharp teeth. He seemed to be debating the answer. She wasn’t sure
she was prepared for the answer.
“I am...mutated. I carry
several troll traits.”
“You’re part troll?”
“Not by choice,” he said
harshly and then kicked the nearest rock through the hole. There was a thunk as
it landed below them and a plop as it bounced into the water. “I was...born in
the fairy kingdom, but my parents were not in agreement with the old king’s
policies. We moved away, alone in the woods, and it wasn’t long before the
trolls found us. Two old fairies and a young boy.” He shook his head. “They
were killed and I was taken.” Whisper slipped a strap off his shoulder and over
his arm. “They kept me alive, unwilling and scared out of my mind. I lost all
sense of time as they fed off me.” He pulled the armor that he always wore off
his chest.
Morrigan’s mouth fell
open. On his muscular chest were bite marks. She could see the outline of the
mouth and two sharp puncture holes. “They bit you.”
“The king did not tell the
whole truth. The trolls do want our territory, but they also want our blood.
For them it’s an aphrodisiac, a pleasure enhancer.”
Morrigan reached out to
touch his chest. Her fingertips dragged along his skin and over the old wounds.
“They didn’t come to
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