Page 33 of My Ogre Husband
“I’m going to come,” Egorr grunts, his cock already starting to swell noticeably.
I grin wickedly up at him. “Get it all over me.”
He looks down at me right as white liquid bursts out of him, landing squarely on my nose and cheeks. Egorr lets out a gravelly roar as even more gushes out, dripping all over my tits and hands. I stare back at him, cum painting my face, and my tongue darts out to lick some off my nose.
Egorr lies there, panting as if he’s just run a marathon. Then, suddenly, I’m swept up into a huge hug, my ogre’s massive arms curling tight around me. He pulls me down onto the couch with him, bundling me up so tight I’m almost suffocating against his chest.
“Thank you, little Maddie,” he murmurs into my hair, stroking it. “I’m so grateful for you, I can’t even express it with words.”
“Well,” I say against his chest, the words coming out muffled, “I won’t mind if you try.”
Egorr snorts and pulls me tighter, as if he’s trying to make me a part of himself. Eventually, he lets me go free to clean up. But he chuckles when I emerge from the bathroom, and I wonder what he’s laughing about.
“You still have some here.” Egorr wipes my forehead with his thumb. “I sure got it all over you.”
“You’re a regular Jackson Pollock.”
My ogre guffaws this time, and I sure love making him laugh.
* * *
By the time I wake up the next morning, Egorr’s already left for work. There’s a note for me on the fridge.
“Left some breakfast for you in here,” it says. “There should be lots to eat around the house, and I’ll bring something home tonight for dinner.”
I rifle through the fridge until I find the covered plate with hash browns and sausage, then pop it in the microwave.
After cleaning for most of the morning, I run out of things to do around the house. Maybe it would be all right if I went on a walk—I just need to stretch my legs, even if it’s nothing strenuous.
Like the doctor ordered, I think with an eye roll.
I decide to explore Egorr’s neighborhood and get a lay of the land. I probably shouldn’t venture too far alone in case I come across one of the more dangerous monsters that might live nearby, but a few blocks should be fine.
It’s a perfectly beautiful day, the blue sky shining bright in my eyes. I’m enjoying myself, but when I reach the end of the street in just a few minutes, I sigh. I probably shouldn’t keep going without Egorr.
But as I turn around to head home, I find myself standing a few dozen yards away from a very,verylarge troll.
She’s probably ten feet tall, with a big nose and gray, pockmarked skin that looks to be made of stone. Moss covers her back and shoulders, as if she’s been standing in the exact same place for decades.
When she spots me, she freezes. I’m not sure if I should run. Are trolls aggressive? I have no idea.
Shit. Maybe it was a bad idea for me to go out by myself.
“Hello?” the troll calls out, standing in place.
“Um, hi.” I keep my distance, and start backing up, just in case. Her eyebrows draw down low.
“Are you all right?” she asks in a concerned tone.
“I’m fine! As long as you, uh, stay over there.” After my run-in with the giant, I don’t want to put myself in a position to be picked up and eaten again.
“You’re alone.” The troll looks unhappy about this. “You shouldn’t be out alone.”
“I’m not,” I lie. “My boyfriend is around. He’s an ogre.”
“Oh!” She brightens at the mention. “Is his name Egorr?”
I blink. “You know him?”
