The Troll Queen's Bride
His eyes are glowing ultraviolet, and there is such hunger in his eyes, there is no mistaking him as other than the heir and firstborn son of the devouring She-Beast of the Abyss, his mother Rahab.
“I’m not done, Dia,” he growls. He sticks a thumb in my lips and probes his beautiful, silky, tangy seed in my mouth. He runs his finger over the ridge of my upper mouth, and grits his teeth, so turned on, his eyes roll back into his head. Lussi enters a frenzy, pistoning away at my sex and clit with his invading hand – I’m so wet, the entry and exit is smooth, moist, i– the perfect shape for him. My heart. My husband. With his nails, his sharp, cruel claws – he scours my left breast and carves a
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