All characters in this story are over 18 years.
This story is non consent and involves sex with a troll doll.
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Lee Adams looked at the woman lying in the bed beside him with compassion as tears ran down her cheeks. Beautiful didn't do Tahlia Sumner justice. Although at that moment her long, perfectly bleached blond hair was unruly and spread over her pillow, her full, sensuous lips were tight and drawn with emotion as tears trickled from her pale blue eyes. A gold cross lay between her magnificent 34D breasts, a number of bite marks testimony to his fevered attention, the nipples raw from being sucked and bitten and the graceful lines of her body flowing smoothly through her shapely legs. Even her toe nails were painted perfectly.
She was naked, her face flushed in the aftermath of their love making.
'Sorry babe,' he said 'I told you before that we can't go on after I'm married. We can't have sex after the wedding, the consequences are too great. I'm getting married in two weeks and you're in the bridal party. Babe, it has to be that way.'
'She gave a loud, choking sob. 'But... why? We've been fucking each other for more than a year, why can't we just carry on? I love you.'
'God, I love you too babe but if we got caught... her old man is the money man and he's also dangerous, he has a reputation. I can't take the chance babe, for both of us, not for a couple of years at least.'
'There has to be something for me. You have to give me some hope for a future, something... please.' She pleaded.
He smiled, a sad smile as he pushed a lock of hair behind her ear. 'Ah what can I say, you're beautiful and I love you, I really do,' he said and fondly cupped a breast, rolling the nipple tenderly. 'But it can't happen. Look, you never know the future. She is still a virgin, she's never let me have sex, much to my great frustration. Once we are married that is going to change,' He said emphatically. He gave her nipple a squeeze and shrugged his shoulders. 'But, if for whatever reason she doesn't throw open her legs for me... but that's not going to happen is it? And if it did, well, if she tried to play hard ball... then I would take great pleasure in teaching her about obedience. But, let's face it honey, it ain't going to happen.'
Tahlia propped on one elbow and stared intensely at him. He was ruggedly handsome, clear eyes, pointed nose and chiselled jaw was consistent with the tall, athletic build that attracted women. But there was something in her stare that sent a shiver through his spine. 'And if that happens you will come to me again,' she said sniffing.
'Promise babe, but...' he said in a resigned voice as he shrugged his shoulders in resignation.
As soon as he left Tahlia was on the phone to her sister Mona. Mona could feel her little sister's heartache as Tahlia told her story between long periods of crying. 'Oh Tahlia, what have you got into? Are you sure that this is what you really want?' she asked. 'Baby, we all go through heartbreaks in our lives. I'm sure you will get over him if you just give it time,' she counselled.
'I don't want to get over him, I want him, I love him sis. And he loves me, he told me. Mona, remember when we were kids. You told me then that you would always look out for me. If I ever really needed you then you would do anything, whatever was necessary to help me. I know you are of the old ways, you were the one blessed with the old mystical powers; you have the magic. Sis... more than anything, I want him, I'm calling on you now... please.'
Mona took a deep breath. 'Ok baby, for you nothing is too much. Just a question, when is the last time you have had sex with him?'
'Today, he's just left... his... his sperm is still in me. It sounds silly but I just wanted to keep him in me as long as I could.'
'Well sis, sometimes the silly things work out for the best and this looks like one of them. Get over here now, I need that sperm from you; some of him and some of you. I want to ream your pussy out for as much body fluid as I can. Hair, I also need some of your hair and some of his. Bring that to me as soon as possible, then leave it with me and we will speak tomorrow.'
Tahlia drained his sperm into a container and raced out the door to her sister's house. As Tahlia entered the door she broke down sobbing into Mona's arms. Mona's heart broke for her little sister as she held her tight. In time she tilted her head back and wiped away her tears.
'You're going to make it better for me, aren't you sis Tahlia pleaded as she looked into Mona's eyes. 'Please sis.'
'We will do what we can baby, now I need some of your DNA baby. What have you got for me?'
Tahlia gave Mona the container with the sperm and as Mona's instruction she stripped and spread herself as Mona took some more swabs from her cunt with his and her DNA. At Mona's bidding she left her to get on with her spells. The following day Tahlia was at Mona's door. Mona's heart missed a beat as she looked at the emotion playing over her sister's face, her eyes red and puffy from crying. She gave her a long hug. 'Come,' she said simply as she took Tahlia into a back room.
Tahlia gasped as Mona uncovered a small troll doll. It was ugly as sin, about 2 feet tall but it was the penis, disproportionately thick and a foot long, dangling obscenely between his legs that took her breath away. She could feel her throat go dry, the hair at the back of her head tingled and there was a flutter in her chest as she gazed upon the carving. It was only wood but it seemed... somehow alive, mesmerising; sexual.