Reborn From the Cosmos

ARC 1-The Enchanted Forest-Part 18

It’s another hour before the door to the tree swings open. I am shocked by Kierra’s appearance. She looks beyond tired, deep red bags under her eyes making them puffy. Her shoulders are heavily slumped and her lips are pressed into a deep frown. Hmm? Maybe I should have said something more to her, explained what I was doing. Right now, she looks as if someone just poisoned her puppy. I mean, she hasn’t even noticed I’m here, dragging herself over to the ladder without even looking up.

“Eh-hmm.”

Her head snaps up so fast, I think it might snap off, eyes going wide with shock. “Lou!?”

I wave. “Honey, I’m home.”

She flounders for a moment as words fail her. Then she forgets talking altogether, throwing her bow to the ground as she tackles me to the furs with a loud cry. I try shushing her but it's no use. She’s outright bawling, completely breaking down. It’s a little disconcerting seeing such a strong personality reduced to tears but another part of me enjoys the way she tightly holds onto me as if I might disappear if she looks away.

Deviancy, pure and simple. I might as well accept it.

“I thought you left me!” she finally manages to get out after nearly an hour of me trying to calm her down, her crying quieting to soft sniffles.

“I told you that I was going to stay with you. Didn’t you believe me?”

“I wanted to, but I was alone, and you weren’t here, and I thought it was happening again.”

“I’m not going anywhere. Well, I am. Going home. And you are coming with me.” I gently push her back to her feet, directing her gaze to the five troll heads arranged on the ground, throwing my hands wide. “Ta-da!”

“…oh.”

That is not a cry of happiness, but it is along the lines of what I was expecting. Her expression is a mixture of relief and horror. I stop myself from laughing as she holds back her dismay to force a smile to her lips. “Thank you, Lou. It’s…it’s for the best. I can go home now. Thank you. Really.”

I can’t help it. I laugh.

“What?”

“You look like the world is going to end!”

She waves her hand at the heads and sighs. “I cannot say that I am…entirely glad. But I knew this would come to pass one day. It’s for the best. I’m just lucky you came along. Who knows how long it would have taken me to muster the will to do it myself?”

The words are reassuring but her features are crestfallen. And she hasn’t looked away from the heads once.

How best to handle this? Well, her reaction to my absence was a bit more extreme than I imagined it would be so I should talk her through this one. My elf has not handled surprises well thus far. “Kierra.”

“Hmm?”

“You do remember I am a shapeshifter, yes?”

She doesn’t put it together immediately. Her thoughts are too preoccupied with the reality that her illicit tryst with the savages has come to an end. I know the words have registered when she freezes. Slowly, just her head turns, and she looks at me out the corner of her eye. “You don’t mean…”

I nod, a wide grin spreading across my face.

“But…y-you wouldn’t…I couldn’t ask…we-”

I step forward and stop her stuttering with a finger against her lips like she has done so often to me. Staring deep into her eyes, I let some of the roiling emotions that have been building within me for the last few days color my voice.

“I would. You could. And you don’t have to ask because I want to do it. After all, I’m the only one who can do this for you. There’s no need to flatter me with pretty words. I’m not extraordinary. The only reason you feel so strongly about me is that I was the one who came upon you in your worst hour.”

She starts to rebuke me but I shush her. “No. It’s a harsh truth but I am okay with it. Because I found you and I have something that will keep you bound to me. Something only I can give you.”

I grab ahold of my troll specs from the menu and feel the familiar ripple of my body changing. Kierra tilts her head back to keep her eyes focused on mine. I let out a low growl and the elf melts. That’s the only word to describe it. It’s as if every bone in her body turns to water in an instant. She would have hit the floor had I not caught her in my arms.

I pick her up and drop her onto the furs. Haugh. She was right. It’s the smell. From the moment I turned into this form, her arousal invaded my nose, crowding out everything else. Saints above. No wonder she survived the troll attack. When it’s surrounding me like this, I can only think of one thing. The sheer power of the desire heating my blood could stop a club mid-swing.

Acting instinctively, I tear off her cloak and rip away the front of her dress. Her breasts, which seemed so large to me before, easily fit into the palm of my larger hand as I squeeze one of them roughly.

She cries out, her spine arching. I can see her thighs slick with her excitement and my mouth waters. It’s been days since I’ve been with her, the longest I’ve gone since we’ve gotten together. A new desire burns through me as the thick member between my legs starts to rise with a powerful ache, but it is put behind my familiar desire to taste her.

Grabbing her by the ankles, I pull her legs apart and kneel between them, shoving my short snout against her lips. Pressed up against the source, the smell makes my head spin. It’s hard to think and instinct is taking over.

I stick out my short, flat tongue and run it over her slit before pushing past the plump lips to reach inside. Kierra has become a writhing creature. The constant movement makes it hard for me to focus on my snack and I growl in annoyance before pressing one of my hands to her stomach, pinning her down. Her squirming is reduced to twitching as she fails to push past my strength. Her hands move over every part of me they can reach, tangling in my mane briefly before grabbing hold of my tusks. She pulls me toward her while her hips buck upwards as much as they are able, grinding herself against the slithering muscle teasing her walls.

It isn’t long before her moans turn to screams and a flood of juices coats my tongue. I slurp down the gush noisily, snorting as it tries to invade my protruding nose.

The ache between my legs is too powerful to ignore. I pull away from her and reach a hand down to grab it. Ugh. Just touching it makes my whole body jerk with pleasure. I have no idea how the soft flesh can be as hard as stone now but it is, the dark veins running along the brighter red skin standing out sharply.

Saints, I am big. I look from my cock to the pouty lips of the green-faced elf who watches me with half-lidded eyes, her chest rising and falling rapidly. The thought of trying to fit this thing into her makes me queasy with anxiety but my troll body has other ideas. I don’t even realize I’m moving until the pad of my thumb pushes into her, making her groan.

I’m panting with excitement as my other hand grabs ahold of my cock and guides it to her entrance. When I feel my head pressing against it, I grab her waist and push forward.

It takes a little effort, but I get the head through. Oooh. This is…this is much better than I could have imagined. The feeling of her warm, slick walls constricting around me spreads a pleasant heat through my body, urging me to go deeper.

Kierra’s screams have quieted. Her eyes are shut tightly, her hands covering them as she whimpers, body twitching every time I move.

I’m making steady progress but it gets harder. Halfway, my cock thickens and I’m having trouble getting it through. My instincts tell me to just ram it in but I hesitate. Unlike actual trolls, I care if I hurt her and this seems like it will.

“L…”

Hmm? I raise my head to see Kierra staring at me. Her pupils are dilated, the look in them glassy and faraway. I don’t think she’s aware of anything around her as they focus more at the ceiling than on me.

“L…Lou…Lou…g-give me…”

This elf. Here I am worried I’m about to break her and she’s begging me for more. Heh. I am nowhere near the deviant she is. It should be alright, shouldn’t it? After all, she’s already been with this body of mine before and doesn’t seem worse for it.

Besides, she wants a troll, right? I determined that I would be that for her. It’s time to put aside my human way of thinking. Trolls simply take what they want without concern for consequences. I want this female. So, I’m going to take her.

Growling deeply, I tighten my hold on her waist, uncaring that my claws shred her skin and draw blood. Then I push forward with all my strength.

I sink into her down to the base. A strangled cry reaches my ears but I ignore it, focusing entirely on the feeling I get being buried in her. It’s perfect. She’s perfect. And she’s all mine.

I pull out until only the tip is left inside her and push forward again, slowly picking up my pace. My cock begins to slide more easily as she becomes wetter and, the slick heat only enhancing my pleasure. I feel her climax, her walls becoming so tight about me its almost painful but I don’t stop my movements, slamming into her with so much force her entire body moves forward. I almost lose my grip on her several times and have to drag her back where I want her as she slides over the furs.

Pressure builds from the base of my cock. With every slam into her, it intensifies until it's nearly painful. I become wild in my struggle to relieve it and my thrusts become frenzied, almost brutal.

And then suddenly, the pressure rises through my member and explodes forth. I stiffen above her, my tongue lolling out of my mouth as my load shoots forth into her. Spurt after spurt fills the tunnel I’m buried in as pleasure rushes up my spine, spreading throughout my body and sending my head spinning.

The sheer volume is too much and thick white liquid spills out from inside her, dripping onto the furs. Ugh. It feels even better inside her now as my seed makes sliding against her even easier. My cock has softened a little after my release but moving inside her is making it rise to painful stiffness quickly.

I want to have her again. It’s okay. She can take it, right?

She’s going to take it.