Ogre Daddy (Fantastical Daddy Doms Book 2)

by Allysa Hart

“I think they’ve been properly introduced now,” I informed her, pushing her head until my cock was free of her mouth. “We want to meet your other friends now.” Like Mrs. Bottom Hole, I thought, but I didn’t say it.

  Ariana raised her eyebrows. “Other friends, plural, hmm?”

  Smiling sheepishly that she had caught my meaning so quickly, I shrugged. “He’s a friendly guy.”

  Ariana frowned, humming as she straddled me, teasing the tip of my cock with her wet pussy. “Well, one of my friends is quite shy.”

  “And, the other… is not?” I asked pointedly, thrusting upwards to meet her teasing movements with some teasing of my own.

  “Not, so much, no.” She winked then, and without another word lowered herself onto my cock.

  “I guess not.” I laughed, grabbing her hips with both hands and lifting my own off the mattress, sending her bouncing up and down on top of me, as I slid in and out of her slowly.

  “No fair! I’m on top! That means I’m supposed to be the one in charge.”

  “Oh, is that what that means?” I laughed, quirking a brow as I lifted her off me, set her down beside me, and rolled on top of her, plunging my cock deep into her tunnel before she could say a word in protest. “Well, we can’t have that now, can we?”

  “I suppose not. I’ve gotten kind of used to you being in charge. I like it most of the time.”

  “Well, I hope now is one of those times.”

  In a quick move, I pinned her wrists together above her head, holding them with one hand. “Don’t move.”

  She immediately started squirming, and I leaned down to gently bite her nipple, scraping it with my teeth. The moan of pleasure my actions elicited was more of a mewl, really. It was such a sexy little sound, I leaned in again, repeating the action with her other nipple. This time when I let go, I freed her wrists from my grasp, commanding her to stay put, and took one perky breast in each hand, squeezing until she winced, slightly.

  “You are mine, Princess. Your perky voluptuous breasts, your perfect pink nipples, this sweet little pussy that fits my cock like it was made for me. Every hair on your head, every freckle on your nose, every inch of you from the top of your head to the tip of your cute little toes. Mine. Understand?”

  Her lips were parted and her face flushed. Her throat constricted when she swallowed. Her only answer was a breathless nod and some indecipherable muttering.

  “What was that?”

  Her hands clenched into fists above her head. Her chin jutted out defiantly. She cleared her throat, and met my gaze head on. “I said,” she repeated, “what about my ass?”

  God, I hadn’t thought it possible to get any harder, but I did, and now my cock was like a steel rod inside of her.

  Fuck. I thrust hard and deep several times in a futile attempt to ease some of the pressure, but she stared up at me with wide innocent eyes and pouty lips, and I was a goner.

  “Your ass, especially, is mine,” I answered gruffly, my chest tight with the combination of arousal and exertion.

  It took some maneuvering on my part, but within a minute, she was flipped onto her side with my cock still buried in its nest between her legs, giving me access to the aforementioned ass.

  I smacked it lightly twice and was rewarded with a deep moan.

  “This is my ass. From here”—I squeezed the tender flesh in the crease of her bottom where ass met thigh—“to here.” Licking my finger so as to not go in dry, I pressed it firmly against the entrance of her tight hole, pushing the tip of my finger past her virgin barrier.

  Her back arched, and her moans grew frantic as she bucked against my ministrations.

  “This little ass is mine, inside and out, isn’t it, Princess?”

  “Yes, Grayson.” She was beyond anything but agreement and obedience, putty in my hands.

  Increasing the pressure, I pushed my finger in farther, up to the knuckle, delighting in her gasp of surprise.

  “One day soon, I will take you here, and claim your sweet little hole as mine, won’t I?”

  “Yes,” she whispered, sighing with a mixture of disappointment and relief as I pulled my finger out, smacked her ass five more times, and flipped her back onto her back.

  We were both hovering on the brink of release, and I intended to bring us there. Covering her body with mine, I claimed her lips in a kiss that was equal parts rough and tender, kissing her like my life depended on it. I was a dying man, and she was my only air source.

  Her hands left their spot above her head, and clamped down on my ass, one small hand clasping each of my ass cheeks, as she pushed me into her. Harder. Faster. Deeper. I was consuming her, and she, me. Our breath became synchronized and measured as we panted against the throes of passion. Every time I tried to slow down, she pushed again. Faster. Harder. Deeper.

  “Fuck, I’m going to come,” I cried as my back stiffened, and my cock convulsed, spilling my load deep inside of her. As I shouted out the last waves of my orgasm, Ariana grabbed my hands, locking her eyes on mine.

  “Grayson.” It was an urgent whisper, filled with need. I plowed into her with renewed vigor, watching her body for signs. When her face flushed fully and suddenly, and her body went rigid against the mattress, I knew it was time.

  Knowing it would push her straight over the edge, I placed one hand on each breast and pinched her nipples tightly between two fingers. I was quickly rewarded with a scream, followed by mewls of ecstasy as she writhed beneath me, riding out the waves of her release.

  When I was sure she was finished, I untangled my body from hers, rolled to the side, and collapsed on the bed next to her, pulling her into my arms, with her back to my chest.

  “Mmm,” she murmured. “That was fun.”

  “Yes, it was,” I whispered my agreement, still trying to catch my breath. Apparently transforming from ogre to human took as much out of me as transforming from human to ogre had.

  “But, Grayson,” Ariana continued, rolling over to face me, trailing one slender finger down my chest as she spoke. “For the record, I’m very glad we did it while you were still an ogre.”

  “Me too, my princess. Me too.”

  We fell silent, lost in our own thoughts as we recovered from our vigorous love-making session.

  Ariana’s eyes closed, and her breathing grew steady and even. I assumed she was asleep, and closed my own eyes, thinking that an early afternoon nap was just what I needed after my very eventful morning.

  I was just beginning to settle when she spoke.

  “Grayson?”

  “Hmm?”

  “You were probably right that I should practice some more, and not rush it. I don’t want to mess anything up, but we should be ready soon. Don’t you think?

  “Yes, Princess, soon. Very soon.”

  This was it. For three days straight, I had practiced the summoning spell, while adhering to Grayson’s strict meal plan and sleep schedule in order to keep my strength up. Of course, his schedule had also included a daily workout of the horizontal nature. I had practiced on items around the cottage, bringing familiar items to my side. I had started with things I could attach feelings to, but now I was able to retrieve any item that I could envision in my mind. It took intense amounts of focus, but now, just this morning, I had managed to retrieve a few photos and things that I had left at the castle. Grayson sat by and watched with a proud smile as, one by one, my things floated from the castle window into my waiting hands.

  “I can’t believe she didn’t destroy any of this stuff.”

  “You’re doing amazing. Are you ready to do it with the books?”

  “I don't know if I can remember them all.” It was the truth, I had seen everyone’s books at one time or another, but they were each unique to us and we were never permitted to read anyone else’s special story.

  Fear and doubt niggled at the back of my mind. “What if I fail?” I had been looking forward to this moment all week, but now that it was here, the enormity of the task at hand overwhelmed
me.

  “What if you succeed?” Grayson countered, smiling encouragingly. He had been my unwavering rock, and I suppose I was as afraid of letting him down as I was of letting myself down. Maybe even more so.

  “What if I forget someone? What if the queen—”

  Grayson growled. He didn’t allow me to call her that. A queen, she was not, but sometimes I forgot. The title was ingrained.

  “I mean the witch, sorry, but what if she catches me and does something bad to my friends?”

  “Ariana, stop. If you aren’t ready then we can do it another day, but I’m not going to sit here and let you get all worked up over the ‘what ifs’. If you continue down this path of doubt, you are no doubt going to end up with a sore ass.”

  I took a deep breath, and steeled myself. I knew he was right. I couldn’t let any more time pass. “No, I’m okay. I’m ready. It has to be today.” I squeezed my hands into fists and knelt on the floor. “I can’t wait any longer,” I repeated. “They have suffered enough.” The outward declaration paired with the smile of approval from Grayson gave me a sense of strength. I had the power to save my friends, and I had been letting my fear govern my ability to follow through. That was about to change. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths to quiet my mind. I focused solely on my task and began to envision the unique covers of each book that kept the women enslaved at the castle. I started with the most recent one I had seen, the book I had hand delivered myself, Miriam’s story.

  I remembered the pair of seahorses playing on the cover. I remembered the look on her face when I delivered it.

  “Here it comes,” Grayson whispered in approval. I looked up to see it floating toward us. “Good girl, Ari. Do the next one, sweetheart.”

  I took another deep breath and, one by one, pictured each and every book I could remember.

  I was so proud of my girl I could barely hold it inside, but I stayed quiet, making sure my presence was supportive and comforting but not disruptive. She was so amazing. From the scared, sad girl who stumbled at my feet to this, her inner transformation was almost as drastic as my physical one. And God, did she make the most perfect picture. I wanted to burn it into my memory for the rest of my life.

  She knelt on the floor, her eyes closed and her entire body relaxed. Her hands laid open, palms up on her thighs. She was a picture of concentrated meditation, serene in her beauty. If it weren’t for the slow and steady stream of leather-bound books coming through the window, one would think she was simply meditating or waiting for her Dom. My cock stiffened; I couldn’t wait to show her exactly how fucking sexy it was to watch her physically take the strength out of the hands of the witch. Her strength and determination paired with her delectable body and fierce loyalty was an intoxicating combination.

  One by one, books settled in front of her in a neat stack. I looked out the window at the castle. Everything was quiet and dark, the only movement was that of the books that silently danced through the night sky.

  “You’re doing amazing, sweetheart. Keep going,” I whispered, knowing my encouragement was comforting to her. A small smile tugged at the sides of her lips. Lips I wanted so desperately to kiss in that moment.

  Changing my focus from her perfect pink lips to what was happening right in front of me, I reached out and picked up one of the books. Opening it and reading the first few lines, I realized it was a book I’d read before. I turned it over in my hands before opening it again and reading some more.

  What the fuck? There was nothing special about the story. It was a fairytale, one that had been told and retold for generations. Replacing the story on the stack I picked up another one. Same thing. Rage consumed me. The stupid fucking witch hadn’t even written anything original, let alone separate stories for each victim. I clenched my jaw and forced myself to quell my raising ire. I needed to be calm and quiet in order for Ariana to finish the job. I could lose my shit later. Now it was time to build a fire.

  With each book I retrieved I felt myself become more energized. Magic was hard work and usually drained the life out of me, but this time was different. Grayson’s positive energy seemed to course through my veins, allowing me to continue summoning each book. When I couldn’t recall any more, I opened my eyes and gasped in surprise. The stack was almost as tall as I was. I had retrieved every last book for every last girl. I couldn’t believe it, but I had done it.

  “I’m so fucking proud of you,” Grayson whispered, hugging me from behind. “I made a fire in the garden. Are you ready to free your friends for good and end the sea witch’s reign of terror?”

  I had been so focused I hadn’t even realized he’d left the room. “Do you really think it will work?”

  “There’s not a doubt in my mind. Not a single one.”

  It was good that Grayson didn’t have any doubts. I was full of them. The hard part was over, but burning the books would be the moment of truth. “Will you help me?” I asked, knowing what his answer would be.

  “I will be here every step of the way.”

  Picking up the huge stack of books like it weighed no more than a feather, Grayson led the way out to the garden.

  When he said he built a fire, he really meant it. The wood was tented and the flames shot high into the air, the heat warming me against the cool morning air. Grayson set the pile on the huge cable spool he had used as a chair when he was still an ogre.

  “Ready?” he asked, grabbing the top book off the stack and handing it to me. Like the rest of them, the cover was a soft brown leather. This one was etched with a seascape. In the distance, a pelican perched on a rock, basking in the sun. I recognized the book immediately as Rowena’s.

  Her book had been the last one I summoned, so it was at the top of the pile, which meant Ruthie’s was somewhere near the bottom. Of course, if this didn’t work, none of that mattered.

  As if he could read my mind, Grayson stepped up behind me, resting his hands on my shoulders, and leaned forward to kiss my cheek. “We’ve already done the hard part,” he reminded me. “But we do need to get started before the sun begins to rise.”

  “Yes, Grayson.” My stomach was in knots, and I felt on the verge of tears, but Grayson was right, there was no time to waste. Holding my breath, I tossed Rowena’s book into the roaring fire. The pages flapped open and immediately began to char and shrink. Hoping against hope, I looked up at the castle. A single light turned on. Was that Row’s room? I wished I could see what was happening. I wished I could be there for her as she woke up from the nightmare, as Grayson had been for me. I prayed she would not question, but flee. Once she got here, we could help her.

  Grayson handed me another book, and I repeated the process of throwing it into the fire and looking up at the castle. I had no time to watch the path, to see if they were actually fleeing. We tossed the books in one after another, not pausing to watch them burn. With each book that went into the blaze, a light in the castle turned on, beating back the darkness of the night. We were reaching the bottom of the stack, and it was getting harder to keep the fear and panic at bay. There was one light I was watching for, the only one that I prayed to see.

  “Princess Ariana?” A weak voice came from the path. I turned from the fire to see who it was, but before my eyes could adjust, she was on her knees at my feet, sobs wracking her body. I couldn’t see her face, but her worn blue dress and thick black locks gave her away.

  “Rowena?”

  “My princess, I am so sorry,” she cried. “I didn’t know. Please forgive me.”

  I hadn’t expected this. I hadn’t realized that once the spell was broken, I would be recognized as their princess, heir to the throne, future queen of Venus. I’d thought that would come later.

  Handing the remaining books to Grayson, I sat down on the grass next to her and rubbed her back. “Rowena, it wasn’t your fault. You were under a spell, brainwashed by the queen. It happened to all of us. No forgiveness needed,” I assured her, meaning every word. “The only person at fault for al
l of this is the sea witch. We were all her victims, okay?”

  Nodding, she wiped the tears from her face with her smock.

  Suddenly the village below seemed to roar to life, and I could hear the cries of the townspeople as the spells began to break. It was a heartening sound. It meant that the girls would have homes to go to and families that missed them. Wiping a tear from my eye, I smiled.

  “I bet your family will be so excited to see you, Row. Go home and live the life you were meant for.”

  “What about everyone else?” Row, asked, looking up at the castle with worry edged on the lines of her face.

  “I’m going to save them too.” This time, when I spoke the words, I truly believed them. If Rowena could be freed from the clutches of the witch, nothing was impossible.

  Coming up behind us, Grayson put out both hands and we took them, lifting ourselves from the sand. With my heart in my throat and eyes full of tears, I pulled my ex-nemesis into my arms for a big hug.

  “Don’t be a stranger.” She nodded, and turned to walk toward the village below. Grayson put his arm around me, pulling me close to him and kissed the top of my head.

  “We did it, Grayson! Did you see that? We saved her!”

  “You saved her, Princess. And she’s not the only one. Look.”

  He pointed toward the path and we watched as a steady flow of the witch’s prisoners came past us, some running, some walking. Some stopped and some didn’t, but the one face I kept praying to see didn’t come.

  I turned to see that a small stack of books still remained and, lifting them up, I threw them all into the fire at the same time. And turned to wait.

  “Where is she?” I whispered.

  Grayson wrapped his arms around me and we stood in silence, the fire crackling as it consumed the pile of leather and paper. The air filled with smoke, and the flames warmed our backs. The parade of women rushing from the castle dwindled. Still no Ruthie.

  I shook my head, fighting back a sob. I was not going to believe that it could end this way. “Something's not right, there has to be more books. I must have missed something.”