The Troll Queen's Bride
I wrap my fists through his sternum feathers and touch the nape of his neck where swan down blossoms, and I hold on for dear life, rocking my hips as he makes love to me with varying pressures: thrust, pause, thrust, building speed until he cannot hold back and we are violent as ghost jackals mating like lost souls in the Flaming Forest.
“Fuck!” Lussi screams, coming hot and heavy inside me as his cock spasms. He cries out the name of Blessed El as he squeezes into me balls deep. Lussi’s eyes burn gold, glowing like the plasma of a fallen star, and I take his horns and pull him into me even deeper.
He chokes, then burrows his head at the crook of my neck, trembling, sobbing, begging.
“Dia, D
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