The Tollkeeper (Fairy Tales Behaving Badly) Read Online Free PDF

later, sending her into another orgasm. The Mountain’s pace had not slowed, and he would not stop. She was sore and tight, and her soft, broken gasps were music to him. Her cunt sucked at him painfully, but with the pain and discomfort also came breathless pleasure, sending her hurtling back up into one more explosion.
    “I cannot take this!” She wailed. “I cannot - unh! Unh! Unh!” He loved the grunts she made every time he shoved into her, into her slick core. “Unh! I cannot, oh please oh please I c-cannot take - ahhh!” He lifted her hips at an angle so his cock would rub along her tender folds, and surged into her, robbing her of words. This time he was slow and deliberate, lifting her slowly off his lap before allowing his cock to corkscrew its way into her again. “Oh, oh, no…” she gasped, as her muscles clenched at him, little wet sounds leaving her cunt as her walls clamored to keep him inside her. “No… oh gods, no… oh… oh….”
    He fucked her for a long, sweet time, watching her rise and fall on his cock, at the sweet, shattered sounds she was making. And then, with no warning at all, he drove her up and dropped her onto his shaft, impaling her again with brutal accuracy.
    “No-ohhhhh!”
    She convulsed hard, giving into the violence of her release.
    With one last thrust, he exploded into her, roaring as he spent copiously into her tiny womb, stream after stream jerking into her small cunt, filling her to the brim with his seed.
    Only then he did slow down, his cock still spewing sporadically into her, sending little tiny shocks through her body as she sank back against him, completely exhausted. He slipped out of her, and some of his seed spilled out her weeping cunny, onto the ground.
    He crushed her to his chest as he fell back on the bed and took her with him, a satisfied rumble issuing from his throat. He felt her wince, at the newfound soreness between her legs.
    “I am sorry. I am not very - gentle.”
    She smiled at the worry in his voice. “I know,” she said, and pressed a kiss against his jawline.
    “Stay with me.” He had not realized how much he wanted her there with him - not just in his bed, but in his life. Not until she had come to him, despite the rain. “Tonight, and tomorrow, and everyday that comes after that.”
    It rained hard all through the night and well into the day, and she stayed.
     
    The Mountain found her horse, still grazing underneath the tree. The girl wrapped herself in his fur cloaks, blushing, for her dress was beyond repair. For the first time in weeks, he left his house on the banks by the stone bridge and traveled with her, to the small house she had shared with her grandfather on the furthest edge of the forest, where few people thought to look. She told him a little about herself. How she remembered living in a small village, before a fire broke out and took their house, and her parents’ lives. Of her grandfather’s sudden aversion to living among the populace, because no one had tried to help them. How they found a small cottage in the woods, and had been living there ever since, with a small garden to get them by. She had gone into some villages for a few other meager supplies, but this did not happen often enough for her to be noticed.
    When she had heard of the repaired bridge she had taken her chances, hoping she could earn more money for medicine, for her grandfather was weaker. When she had first seen him, walking up to her on the bridge, she had been wary, at first.
    “Because I looked like a monster?” He asked, chuckling. He had been called worse by others.
    “No,” she said and kissed him, “you were like a majestic stone statue, one who could attack as easily as protect. And as soon as you spoke to me I knew you were kind. I liked how you looked - large and strong and comforting. Every time I crossed that bridge I felt safe, knowing you were there.”
    “I am glad you found me kind,” he said, hands already undoing the