No one could hear me.
Chapter 2
Heather
The green-skinned beast pulled the duvet off me, and I found myself in my silk pajamas, shaking, trying to cover my full curves with my hands. He grimaced when I kept screaming, which could only mean he hated it. Maybe if I screamed harder, he’d go away.
No such luck. He climbed on top of me, pulled a dagger out, and pressed it to my throat. I went silent, swallowing heavily.
“Please, please... What do you want? Please...”
He furrowed his brows, then grunted.
“I don’t understand. Just tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you... If I can, if I have it...” I was rambling, and the more I did, the more it seemed to confuse him. “You can take anything you like. I have money in my purse...” Though, what would a creature that looked like a legit orc from fantasy movies do with money? “I have jewelry, too... Gold, platinum... My ring...” I raised my hand to show it to him, and his grip on me tightened. “Topaz, see? Take it.” When I tried to use my other hand to remove it, he pressed the blade to the pale skin of my throat, and I whimpered.
He grunted and growled some more, and I soon realized he was trying to communicate in an unfamiliar language. He didn’t even look at my ring. His eyes focused on me and me alone, and his free hand came up to touch my hair. He seemed to be fascinated by it, and I couldn’t know if it was the color – ashblond, except I wanted to stop dyeing it, – or that it was so soft compared to his.
His hand wandered lower, and he brushed a finger down the side of my face, to my jaw. I drew a sharp breath in and held it. He removed the dagger from my throat, and to my utter surprise, dropped it on the nightstand.
“What do you want?” I whispered.
He didn’t speak this time. He put some distance between us, presumably for a better view of me, and I found that I couldn’t move. I was paralyzed, waiting for him to decide my fate. No more screaming. Speaking softly got him to drop the weapon, and I wasn’t about to risk enraging him again.
But what the hell was this monster doing in my room? In my bed? He’d literally emerged from my closet!
How was I supposed to wrap my head around what was happening and survive at the same time?
Luckily, he didn’t seem interested in hurting me anymore. As long as I was quiet and calm, maybe he would behave too. It was worth a shot. I couldn’t fight him – that I knew for sure. He was massive and as solid as a rock. Even if I managed to take hold of something and throw it at him – like a chair, or a whole bloody table – I doubted it would impress him much. No way I could outrun him.
His hand reached my throat, right where the blade of his dagger had been. His skin was rough, but warm to the touch. My heart pounded in my chest.
And then he reached lower. And lower.
“What are you doing?”
He growled as his hand slid down my chest and took hold of my breast. I yelped and grabbed his wrist. But instead of pulling him off me, I surprised myself by... doing nothing. For a long moment, we stared into each other’s eyes. Warmth flooded my body, going straight to my core, and I was almost ashamedto feel how wet I became between my legs. He squeezed my breast, and a pathetic whimper escaped my lips. He grinned and grabbed my other breast, and his eyes dropped to my generous cleavage as he pushed them together.
“Oh, God...”
I allowed myself to look at him now. To really look at him and try to understand why I felt like this when he touched me. My nipples hardened, and my panties were on their way to ruin.
He knelt before me, and I could see his muscles move under his green, scarred skin, in an almost mesmerizing way. He was strong, and he looked like pure sin. Both his nipples were pierced, and I wanted to pull at the golden rings. His abs were rock hard, just like his... my eyes widened when I saw what hid under his tunic. Judging by the tent pointing at me, his cock was massive.
He pulled at my silk top, and I let him. I had nothing on underneath, as I liked to feel the silk directly on my skin. He didn’t stop there. In a swift motion, he tore my pajama pants off me, and I yelped and slapped at his hands.
“What are you doing? You could just ask, you know... Not rip my clothes to pieces.”
He let out a few grunts, and at the very least, I was relieved he didn’t appear mad at my outburst. I had to remember that even if he awakened scorching passion inside me, I wasn’t safe. He was a monster, and I was a fragile human. Who knew what he used those tusks for?
My panties were next, and once he had me fully naked, he pushed me onto my back and started exploring my body shamelessly. I moaned and whimpered as he pulled and tugged, squeezed and rubbed. He didn’t seem bothered by my large hips and round stomach, and revered my large breasts, his big hands sliding up to them over and over. He ran his fingers down, down, down, until he reached the spot between my legs that was achingfor him. And when his finger slipped between my wet folds, he was actually gentle.
“Oh!”
His eyes filled with curiosity, and he watched my reactions as he rubbed me there, grazing my clit even without understanding what he was doing. Before I could stop myself, I grabbed his wrist and held his hand there, while I moved my hips to create friction right where I needed it. I fixed him with my gaze, and his lips curved into something that could be called a smile. I smiled too.
“I don’t know what I’m doing... Oh... But it feels so good. Forbidden. Maybe you’re not even here. Maybe you’re not real, and this is just a dream. Because I haven’t been fucked well in so long, I just made you up, and here you are.”
He grunted a few words in his strange language, but I couldn’t care less what his opinion about my theory was. In truth, I was quite convinced this wasn’t a dream. It felt too real. Which was fine, because I wanted to have some real sex right about now. Even with a monster.