The Healing Souls

Exploration

“Goddess, you’re so soft.” I groaned.

She let go of my ass and slid her hands around to the front. I watched as she smiled and gripped my cоck with both hands. Carmen licked her lips and I nodded, even though she couldn’t see me. I wanted my cоck in that tiny little mouth.

“And you’re so hard,” Carmen purred.

I closed my eyes. How many times had I heard a woman say I wasn’t hard enough? Not enough for her. Just enough to do ‘for now’.

Something soft and damp pressed against the tip of my cоck. I opened my eyes in time to see her mouth open from a kiss to let her tongue out. Carmen licked over the head of my cоck, and then slid it into her mouth. Her hands stroked me as she sucked me down as much as she could.

Dominate her. Show her she belongs to you. Teach her to obey. A voice in my head hissed orders to me. I heard it every time I had ѕex. I stopped trying to listen to it a long time ago, but this time…. I could win.

Carmen was so small that just one hand was enough to practically encircle her head. She was too weak to fight back. I pushed her forward onto my cоck. I kept pushing until she gagged, and then let her take a breath before doing it again.

Whenever I let her breathe, she whimpered helplessly but didn’t fight against me. Carmen was giving in to me entirely. She understood who the dominant in this situation was.

“My soft little wolf,” I groaned breathily as I moved her further up my cоck.

She moaned and sucked more vigorously than before. Yes, she wanted to be mine. I would give her what she wanted.

I pulled back and started pushing the straps of her dress off. I wanted my little wolf naked. I wanted to see every soft, silky inch of her skin. As the dress came down, I couldn’t help but touch every bit of her creamy skin.

When she unhooked her bra and released her breasts, I was weak to the power of her tiny soft body. It drew me in with the urge to touch, taste, and revel in every bit of it. I went to my knees, so I didn’t tower over her anymore.

My mouth went dry as my hands itched to touch her. When my hands met the flesh of her full breasts, she hummed a soft moan. I couldn’t resist the urge to feel them against my face. I rubbed my cheek against them while kissing and nibbling one. My tongue ached to taste her pert little nіpples and I gave into my urges.

After a short time of me teasing her body, Carmen seemed to decide to do the same to me. I groaned when her fingers found my ears and she started massaging them. I began a more vigorous assault on the pillowy mounds as my hands slipped down. I wanted her entirely nude.

Her panties were so small and delicate. It reminded me of the woman I was about to enjoy. She was as bold as a troll, but tiny and soft as a human. Werewolves were amazing creatures.

I pulled back and traced over all her other parts. She really was soft all over the place. I rubbed my face on her stomach. It was just as silky soft as her breasts. I needed to taste her skin. Carmen moaned softly as I explored her stomach with my lips and tongue.

“Goddess, you were right. All of you is so soft. You smell so good,” I murmured.

“I thought of another request, Rock,” Carmen said softly.

“Anything. Anything at all, my little wolf.”

The last request hadn’t been as bad as I’d thought. This one couldn’t suddenly be worse. I wouldn’t try to guess what the little wolf wanted. She seemed to think in a different way than anyone I’d ever met.

“It’s been a couple of years since the last time I was with a man. Could we start a little slow? It would give my wolf time to heal any damage,” she asked.

“I promise; I’m going to take my time feeling every inch of your body. No one’s going to believe I really had ѕex with a werewolf. I want to remember every detail.” I chuckled.

My friends were going to go insane when they found out. Male trolls almost never got softies and the ones who did sometimes ended up killing them by forgetting that they were fragile. I would be careful with Carmen, though, I was never as rough as my friends during ѕex.

She blushed in the dim moonlight that filled the room. I waited to see if she would ask me not to tell my friends. If she did, then I wouldn’t do it. But she giggled instead. It made me smile.

“Are you laughing at me, little wolf?”

“I l-…. Umm. Did we want to move this to the bed?” she asked.

I wondered at what she was about to say. Maybe she was being coy and was about to say that she liked the idea of me telling my friends about her? I could see my bold little wolf wanting that.

Standing, I swept her into my arms. I didn’t know if it would piss her off, but I wanted to get her onto the bed. I put her down and she reached out for me. I took her hands, kissing each of her tiny little fingers.

“Just lay there and let me explore you. Troll women don’t look like this. They don’t feel like this. You may just ruin me for my true mate.” I joked.

“I promise. I won’t. No one can ruin something like the mate bond.” Carmen replied in a heartfelt tone.

Though I knew that, I liked hearing her trying to reassure me. She was adorable, and I didn’t use that word lightly. Carmen honestly wanted me to be excited for my mate.

I started exploring her. Her skin had different textures, scents, and tastes. The places where the skin was covered were softer than the exposed skin, and the skin that rested against other parts of her body was silkier and warmer.

She spread her legs when I reached her thighs. I felt the urge to bite her thigh, but I resisted. Once upon a time, trolls ate other beings. We stuck to animals, mostly, now, but the urges came up from time to time.

“Soft,” I whispered, slipping my fingers up and down the silky skin of her inner thigh.

I couldn’t wait to find out what she felt like on my face, lips, and tongue. I nibbled just a little, trying to give into my biting urge without hurting her. I wasn’t as uncivilized as a goblin. They had no sensitivity when it came to their lovers, even other goblins, and would take chunks of flesh out of them while they fuсked. It was sick.

When I reached the area where her legs met, it looked wet and the damp hair there seemed to trap the wetness. I had only been with troll women before. It was strange. I slid my finger over it and Carmen moaned. She didn’t seem to be ashamed or upset. Maybe this was normal for them? There was only one way to find out.

“You’re wet,” I said. “Do you need to clean up?”

“What?” She seemed confused.

“Is this normal?”

“I thought you’d slept with women before.”

“Troll women don’t get wet like this. Trolls are hard. Every bit of them. The friction is what feels good,” I answered.

“Your poor skin.” She gasped. “That must have hurt. Lubrication makes ѕex more pleasurable for us. Our skin breaks with too much friction. Didn’t you get rub rashes?”

Rub rashes? Skin breaking? I never thought about how being part human might change that part of me.

“It’s not like they’re entirely dry or anything, but I would be sore,” I explained. “I thought it was because I wasn’t strong enough. I’ll have to remember this for the future.”

I’d have to come back to that. There was still more of Carmen to see and I wanted to experience it all. I went all the way down to the soles of her feet before flipping her over and starting my way back up.

For her part, Carmen was really into it. She answered all of my questions, moaned, squeaked, and whimpered, but never pulled away. She really wasn’t afraid of any of this.

My concern for her took over. She seemed like she knew what she was doing and like she was smart, but she was entertaining a troll as a lover. It wasn’t safe, at least not with any other troll. She was damned lucky she picked me for her first time with a fae. I’d give her another chance to say no.

As I reached her ear, I decided what I would tell her. She would know everything about what she was in for and I’d give her another out. I nibbled on her ear, which made her gasp and whimper. Maybe she had a little fae in her after all.

“I’m almost finished. I need to look at one more thing a little closer. I hope you aren’t getting bored.” I whispered into her ear.

“Goddess, Rock, I’m going to die if I don’t feel you inside me soon,” Carmen whimpered.

“Mmm. I love how that sounds. You need to be prepared for some things, though, now that I know about some of the differences.”

“Wh-what?” Her breath stuttered as she asked.

“Troll ѕex lasts a couple of hours, at least. Let me know if you need a break. I know you’re not as fragile as a human, but you don’t have to worry about keeping up with me. I’ll take care of you, my soft little wolf.” I purred, making her shiver.

“Two hours?”

“Yeah, and as a young troll, I only need a short break before I’m ready for the next round. That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it? You want me to fuсk you all night long. You want me to use your body and pleasure you like no mere wolf ever could. You went out hunting for a fae to give you a magical night unlike any other you’ve ever experienced. You went out tonight planning to be ѕlut to some unknown fae, not understanding what you were getting into.” I asked roughly, as I ground into her delicious backside.

I needed to control myself. She needed to understand that this wasn’t like having a one-night stand with a human or another werewolf. Her submission to me needed to be complete. She needed to know where she stood and she needed to tell me to stop if she couldn’t accept it.

“Are you mad at me?”

“I’m still a troll. You may be a dominant wolf, but you’re weak here. I showed you earlier that you can’t fight me. Now that I’m almost finished familiarizing myself with your body, I’m starting to think of all the things I’m going to do to you. I told you before we left that once we got away from the club, you were mine for the rest of the night. You belong to me right now. Do you understand?”

I couldn’t believe I was mentally hoping for her to say no and demand to be taken home. Something felt off. I never felt like this before. Something made me worry that she didn’t understand what she was getting into. It made me care a lot more than I should have.

Maybe it was part of being older. I was almost an adult, perhaps part of maturity was some sort of conscience, at least, for humans. This had to be my human side asserting itself.

“Y-you promised to go slow.”

Why wasn’t she saying no?

“Oh, I’m going slow. I’m also being considerate of our differences. Normally, this is where a female troll would fight for dominance. After examining you, I know you don’t have the strength for that. I’m being as gentle with you as I can, my little wolf. I’m not mad. I’m not going to hurt you, much. When I do, you’ll enjoy it. This is how trolls are. Will you trust me, Carmen? Let me own you for tonight. Let me take care of you. Let me use you. Let me make you feel things you’ve never felt before.” I murmured.

“What happens if I say no?” she asked.

I sighed, thank the goddess, she was actually thinking of what was happening and what her options were. There were times when I wished someone had been this considerate of me early on.

“I’ll be disappointed and take you home. I know I feel human to you, but I’m not. There are certain things trolls need to get off. I’m just human enough that I won’t force you.”

“And if I say yes? What will happen?” Her voice quivered.

Was she afraid of what could happen, or was she turned on by it?

“I’m going to do the last bit of exploring that I need to understand how werewolves differ from trolls. But, that’s going to put me over the edge. I’m going to be gentle until I know you’re ready for me to be rougher. You tell me to stop if I actually hurt you and I’ll stop. When we’re done, I’ll make sure you know you’re safe and you can rest. In the morning, I’ll make you breakfast and help you shower. Then, I’ll take you home as promised. A lot more considerate than a full troll would be.” I answered honestly.

“No one’s ever been rough with me,” Carmen whispered.

“And do you like being treated like you’re made of glass just because you can’t see? Do you like being coddled and regarded as a child?”

“I hate it,” she replied after some thought.

I could feel the truth in that statement. She wasn’t simple or overcome with her own passions. Carmen knew exactly what she was asking for and what she wanted. And she now knew what she was in for. I smiled. This was too perfect.