The Toll (22 page)

Heeding his warning, I
stopped wriggling around as his voice went guttural on a snarl,
unnatural,
more
unnatural, I should say, even for a troll.

Troll’s fingers strummed up and down
my sex, grazing my pleasure button until they came away
soaked.

“
So wet, luv.” His fingers
returned, sliding in, two deep. “So tight,” he growled huskily,
pulling them out to slowly press them back in, growling hungrily at
the resistance. “So fuckin’ tight.” Groaning in the back of his
throat, he pumped his thick fingers leisurely, keeping at a steady
but maddeningly torturous tease, rubbing in strong, slow circles,
driving me mad with his unhurried pace.

“
Ah, don’t tease me,” I
whimpered as he slowly slipped them back out.

A naughty thrill rushed through me as
I felt warm, rock solid thighs brushing the backs of mine, his
thick length kissing my inner thigh, knowing what would come
next.

We hadn’t done anything like this
before, and I relished the rush to my flushed face and my core,
tempted by the unknown. My sex clenched and I gushed, a trail of
wetness dripping out to trickle down my thigh. Primed and ready, I
wanted this.

“
Gersthart.”

“
Always wanted ta do this,”
he snarled right before he shoved his legs between mine, parting my
thighs.

“
Gersthart?” I tried to
lift myself up to see, but he had me kept in place, his staying
hand holding me down.

I soon felt something rooting around
my sex before he groaned, the head of him nudging me, giving a
sharp, harsh thrust before sliding deeply inside.

Unprepared for such a quick invasion,
the feel of him like this, much bigger somehow than when we faced
one another, I bit my lip hard at my body’s initial protest, inner
muscles clamping around him tight as I tensed.

“
You don’t fit... like...
this,” I gasped out, tempted to see if he had indeed engorged
somehow.

Pausing, he stopped when he tried to
pull out and press in a little further and I cried out, my legs
quivering, wanting him inside me, yet unable to take his invasion
another moment. He soon remedied that by pulling out and slathering
on something he kept in a small jar by his sleeping pallet,
fingering me until he’d lathered most of it along my
channel.

A pleasant tingling feeling trailed in
his wake, my hips soon swiveling to chase the sensation his
talented fingers left behind.

Soon enough I was feeling more than
ready, my body warmed from the inside out, thick, pale thighs
bathed in my own lubricant, hips wiggling impatiently as he took up
his positon.

Mouth dropping open in a silent
exhalation, I jerked back the second I felt him trying to enter me,
an action that had him sliding right in, my body singing, clamping
down on him tight as he changed the angle, his balls slapping my
clit as he pressed himself into me harder, more
determinedly.

“
Always... wondered...
what... it... would... feel... like,” he murmured between panting
gasps, his breath escaping him as he started pounding into me
hard.

Hanging on for dear life, I gripped
the pelts underneath me in my hands, bucking back against him as he
hammered in and out of me enthusiastically, gripping my hips tight,
as if he was afraid I might run off on him before he could
finish.

As he got closer, he started thrusting
into me in short, hard, jabbing thrusts, groaning and grunting out
his pleasure unintelligibly, mumbling to himself over and
over.

He definitely felt thicker, something
about his cock, a change in the way it felt, tunneling into my
body. It almost felt as if it had changed shape. I could feel him,
every inch of him, riding me hard, every pump and thrust, every
twitch and jerk, as if he was somehow making that possible. I
didn’t question it for more than a moment, my body racing to meet
his, enjoying every second of it.

“
Gersthart... I...
I...”

“
Say my name, luv,” he
snarled, biting at my neck hard, reaching around me to thumb my
clit.

With a startled shriek, I screamed as
I came, his wide flat teeth breaking the skin at my nape, the
pleasure/pain of it all sending me flying right over the edge.
Bucking back against him wildly, his cock thickened right before he
roared, giving me his release, my sex clenching around him tight as
I milked him, my spasming channel sucking him dry as he jerked
rhythmically, groaning my name. My sharp, staccato cries echoed off
the cave walls, competing with his harsh groans as he continued to
pump into me demandingly.

****

Yawning for the millionth time, my
lips twitched as I felt fingers playing in my hair, running through
them slowly, reveling in the softness.

“
Did he do that to
ye?”

“
Did who do what?” At the
sound of his voice, I turned from the pot cooking slowly over the
fire, looking up at him questioningly. My hands went to my neck,
right over where his had just been moments ago. They still tingled
from his touch.

With a grumbling snort, he moved away
and sat heavily in his favorite spot, right in front of the fire.
“The pisser.”

I blinked uncomprehendingly, and it
took me a moment before I fully understood.

Blushing three shades of red, I shook
my head. “I don’t think that’s-”

“
Did he?”

Looking past the demand, I heard what
he wouldn’t voice out loud, his eyes not quite meeting mine
confirming my suspicion. He’s worried about how he
compared.

So he does care. Hmm. Even
if he has a funny way of showing it.

My shoulders itched again and I
scratched at them, having had these funny itches all morning and
afternoon, straight across my back and shoulder blades.

“
I think I’m allergic to
fur,” I grumbled, trying to resist the urge to scratch again,
knowing it would just make it that much worse.

“
Ye’re changin’ the
subject, an’ I asked ye a question, nugget.” Troll hunched forward,
chuffing, and gave me a baleful stare.

“
You can’t compare,” I
mumbled absently, not the least bit affected by his little
conniption as I gave in to my body’s demands, shoving my hand into
the oversized shirt I was wearing—Gersthart’s shirt—the only stitch
of clothing I had on, wincing as I used my nails to try and cure
myself of this crazy, insufferable itch.

My head shot up, fingers still
scratching away, at the deep snarl I hadn’t expected.

“
Gersthart?” My eyes
widened as his lips pulled back, an odd expression in his eyes as
he stalked towards me. That glazed, slightly wild look filling his
gaze, his nostrils flared, neck seeming larger than usual. It was
like he’d puffed up.

I just stood there, fingers slipping
away, and gaped.

Advancing on me, he gripped my upper
arms and yanked me to his chest, smashing me into him.

“
Ye’re mine,” he growled,
my face vibrating with it as it rumbled up and out of his chest,
feeling all of it, smooshed up against him the way I
was.

“
I don’t understand why
you’re... ah!” I yelped as he flipped us around, clearing the table
with a quick swipe of his long arms, pressing me into the wooden
table, face down, his hand running along my exposed thighs as he
slowly lifted my gown-like shirt’s hem.

“
Canna compare? Ye willna
even remember his name when I’m done wit’ ye.”

And then I realized what he’d thought
I meant.

“
Oh, I didn’t...
Gersthart!”

Without another word, he lifted my
leg, bending it up as he knelt down, his lips unerringly finding my
pussy as he buried his face in my cunt, lapping at me hungrily.
With a harsh cry, I gripped the table for support, shouting
out.

Running over me possessively, his
fingers ran up my ass, gripping the cheeks as he held me in place,
slowly urging me towards him.

“
I didn’t... oh...
Gersthart, I didn’t... ah... ah!” I gave up trying to explain and
gave in, pumping into his face madly as his tongue slipped inside,
fucking me almost as well as his cock, it was so long and thick,
quickly bringing me to completion.

Faster than I could comprehend, he
stood up and pressed me back into the table, my body still in the
throes of an earth shattering climax, his shaft unerringly sliding
home, riding me through my own orgasm and right into one of his
own, groaning into my neck as his cock thickened and pulsed,
pressed deep into the heart of me, jerking in time to my body’s own
rhythm.

Our hearts beat madly in our chests as
he finished and slumped against me, sated and replete, our bodies
still twitching in the aftermath.

My shoulders started itching even
worse and I reached up to scratch at it, wincing when it just
wouldn’t go away.

“
Stop it, woman. Ye’ll...”
Gersthart pulled my shirt back and cursed, then cursed again, his
length slipping out of me as he jerked back.

Still wobbly on my legs, I stood up
from my bent over position and turned to face him. My overlong
shirt slipping down, his sudden withdrawal left me feeling oddly
bereft and cold.

Facing him fully, my face scrunched up
in incomprehension. He was gaping at me, staring at me as if he’d
never seen me before. It hurt, tugging at me. I didn’t like
it.

“
Gerstha...”

“
Ye fucked me,” he cursed,
slamming his fist into the wall. “Ye fuckin’ fucked me.”

“
Pardon me?”

“
Ye fuckin’ fucked me!” His
voice rose as he pulled himself together, his face quickly
transforming into that familiar, angry scowl. Something was
different this time, though, something bad.

His pants were still wide open, his
cock flaccid but still glistening with our combined juices.
Snarling, he gave me a disgusted look when my eyes strayed to it,
making me feel funny—guilty—all of the sudden. Cheeks pinkening, I
quickly looked away.

Eyeing me with a black look, he
growled as he stuffed himself back into his trousers, cursing when
he broke one of the ties.

“
I don’t understand,” I
mumbled into the quiet that followed.

This didn’t go over too well with
him.

“
Ye little harlot!” he
roared, reaching over to grip my arm. “Ye fuckin’ fucked me!”
Jargling me, he shook me a little and tugged my shirt down,
exposing the irritated skin of my itching shoulder.

Jerking in his hold, I hissed as he
ripped the sleeve, exposing an angry, swirling red rash.

“
Oh, my gosh,” I whispered,
fingering it gingerly. “It’s infected!” Panicked, I looked to him
for advice. “Gersthart, what do I do?”

“
Dinna be callin’ me tha’,
ye little swindler!” Shoving me away, he let go of my sleeve to
pace around the room, prowling it like a trapped animal, glaring at
me with the darkest look I’d ever seen, every time I was within his
immediate vision.

Lips parting in astonishment, I stared
after him, slowly pulling my sleeve back up.

“
Gersthart...”

“
DINNA BE CALLIN’ ME
THA’!!” he roared, shaking the room with his demonic
bellow.

Sucking in a sharp breath, I flinched
as if he’d hit me, wrapping my arms around myself tight, shrinking
down as if to make myself smaller somehow.

Stunned, I didn’t say anything,
staring down at the ground as he muttered and cursed to himself,
snarling every other word.

When it seemed as if he’d calmed
himself, I finally ventured to speak. “I don’t know what I did
wrong.”

Gersthart stopped and growled
gutturally, right at me, those hate filled eyes piercing me deeply,
right to my core.

“
No?” He barked out a
condescending laugh. “Well, I think ye know
exactly
what ye did, dinna
ye?”

My eyes daringly met his and I
frowned, puzzled. “I have no idea what you’re talking
about.”

“
Yeah, an’ I’m just
supposed ta believe that’, right?” He snorted and shook his head.
“It all makes sense now, an’ I’m the bleedin’ arse who’s
stuck.”

“
What? Stuck with what?
With me?” The idea hurt me inexplicably and I immediately got
upset. No, not upset, I got mad.

“
Shut it,” he snapped,
gripping his head as he sat down, resting his elbows on his bent
knees as he groaned piteously.

“
If you’re referring to me,
that’s a horrible thing to say. Furthermore, I don’t see how me
getting a rash is...”

“
I said ta fuckin’ shut yer
trap! Dinna ye hear me, ye devil slag!”

Stumbling back, I clamped my jaw shut,
gritting my teeth, and returned his glare.

How dare he!

“
I am not a whore,” I
gritted out quietly and turned my back to him, hunching forward,
checking on supper as I strategically ignored him.