CHAPTER ONE

Clair Nunez clung to her troll lover like the heroine on the cover of a 90's romance novel. Her muscles tensed as she braced for yet another rejection. She had searched all night for him, her only goal- seduction.

"Two years, Jim." She said in as flat a tone as she could manage. "Two years you've avoided touching me."

Bittersweet should be his middle name…Hell, his first.

He towered over her, the backdrop of the full moon silhouetted his muscular frame, glinting off his wicked ashen horns. He looked demonic. Delicious. She licked her lips, his eyes glued to her darting tongue. Grinning, she tightened her grip, his chilled mystical armor flush against her soft body.

After blossoming into a buxom beauty, she should be beating men off with a stick, not pining after a troll whose moods gave her whiplash. Clair was tired of being refused; tonight, she would explore the extent of his feelings. If they fell short…Well, they better not.

He lowered to gaze at her with deep blue eyes, the color of a cloudless day. His mouth poised to speak but hesitant to deny her again. His determined face was lean with trollish features, and although unusual, other females would find him handsome. Red detailed his black mystical armor- which was impossible for him to remove. Claire ached to touch the gem-colored flesh it guarded.

The wind tugged at his wild mane of blue hair, whipping it against thick dark horns -Horns she fantasized licking as she rode him like a pony.

"Claire," His strained voice pulled her from a particularly pleasant thought. She grinned then scowled as he pushed her away. The chill of his heavy hands through her clothes sent shivers down her spine. "I- I can't do this."

Breath escaped her in a burst, recoiling as if struck, she maintained her distance. Moonlight bleached his sapphire skin, glinting off his armor- reminding her of the human boy he had been- the one that loved her.

Her eyes sheened with tears, she swiped them away. She was powerful in her own right! Her staff may be gone- destroyed to contain Morgana- but she could hold her own. How dare he make her feel weak!

Dark clouds rolled above them, blotting out the moon. A stiff breeze carried the scent of rain, cooling her heated body. She trembled.

"Damn it, Jim, I don't understand!" Claire had given up everything for him. Her home, family, friends, and way of life- not that she expected anything in return. Their love had been mutual when she made the decision- or so she thought.

Claire had confessed her love, and Jim had yet to -and likely never would- reciprocate. It stung. "I thought we were a couple, but…"

His awkward ways and pure affection had won her heart as a girl, even with a strained relationship- that love had matured. As had her needs...

Her boots sank into the soft dirt as she pulled away from his grasp- or tried to. Cold trailed from her shoulders to her hips as Jim adjusted his grip on her. Keeping her at a distance but refusing to let her go.

Years had passed since abandoning Trollmarket and leaving their hometown. Time had Clair blossoming into a sensual creature with a full figure that had men and woman double-taking. If only she could draw the eyes of the one guy that mattered.

Thunder boomed in the distance, echoing her inner turmoil. The casual touches and innocent hugs from before had dwindled to nothing. Jim refused the smallest physical contact with her.

A myriad of confusing emotions swept through her like a scalding tide.

Does Jim like toying with me?

Lightning flickered in the distance; deep shadows punctuated the still moment.

Breaching the topic had backfired- Jim had distanced himself to a dramatic degree; avoiding Claire at every turn. Leaving her as cold and insecure as when Morgana had taken over her body.

"We are a couple!" His eyes widened, fingers digging into her hips, "Please, I just need some time to-"

"You haven't kissed me in two years, Jim!" Her scream echoed among the trees, her cheeks burned. "If you won't give me what I need, I will find someone else to-"

The sky lit up, heralding a boom of thunder that shook the treetops, birds scattered into the night. "No one else!" He roared, tackling her into the dirt. Her teeth knocked as she slammed onto the soft ground, dandelion fluff and fireflies plumed around them in a hectic swirl.

His lips met hers with frenzied passion as he covered her. A burst of wind whipped around them, rustling leaves. The damp earth cooled her fevered body. He stretched over her face to face, his towering height caging her in.

In a deep husky voice, he whispered, "Your mine, nobody else's." He seemed startled by the declaration but did not slow his assault of her lips.

She wanted to weep at the feel of him. So long denied his attention. She caressed his face, loving the chill of his stone-like flesh. He moaned as her fingers traced his jaw from chin to ear, threading into his hair to grip his thick horns.

Claire held him, guiding his head by the horns to deepen their kiss. Gasping into his mouth, she pulled him closer still, arching her back to press into his chest. Fire coursed through her veins with every moan elicited from him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, locking to him as if he were her missing piece.

"Si, yours." She groaned between kisses.

His body tensed around her, tendrils of blue hair stuck to his sweat dotted brow- proof of his waning restraint. Their tongues met in a clash of heat, warring for dominance as his armored body thrust against her eager softness.

He broke the kiss, burying his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply. She giggled at the sensation, pulling him closer. Dazed, heat coiled at her center as Jim traced the column of her throat with his tongue. I've wanted this for so long!

He purred like a cat, his chest rumbling against her full breasts.

"Mi Amor, please," She begged, needing to be sated but not knowing how.

She released his horns to grasp at his hips, digging her nails into one of the few areas not protected by enchanted armor. "Touch me!" He clenched his teeth, blue eyes dropping to the curve of her neck with a wild glow.

She lifted her face; cheeks flushed as her mouth parted. Gripping Jim's hips, she guided his pounding thrusts to a steady tempo against her core. Shamelessly she used him, arching in abandon as she neared her peak.

Christ, her first orgasm would be by dry humping, and she regretted nothing. She didn't have time to ponder because Jim jerked her body over, bringing her to her hands and knees. If Jim were fully human would he want her like this, on all fours ready to be mounted like a wild beast? Claire hoped so.

He groaned behind her, licking and sucking at her neck, driving her wild. With a jerk he pulled her jeans down, exposing her damp lace covering.

She had waited forever for a simple touch from him, and now she was feeling Jim' unrestrained passion. She was afraid she would wake from a blissful dream. He nipped her neck, sharpened teeth dragging across her skin in a tantalizing trail. She moaned, arching her back and pressing into him.

"Jim, please." A deep animistic growl vibrated against her back. He pulled a hand from the dirt to scrape at the medallion on his chest- the one that controlled his armor.

She felt his frustration mount as he raised, beating at the glowing armor. His roar echoed through the night; he trembled behind her on the border of lust and fury. She lifted, wrapping an arm around his neck, jerked him to cover her before rage won out. "I'm almost there, mi Amor- Agh!"

He sunk his fangs into the curve of her neck, his teeth pulsing inside her as thunder boomed overhead. Shock muted her, a blend of pain and intense pleasure rocked her as Jim pounded from behind. Taking her over the edge, drowning her in white hot bliss.

Lightning tore across the sky, deafening her screams of pleasure. His fangs slid from her body with care and little pain. Rain drizzled them in waves as she collapsed ass up in a boneless heap beneath her lover. They hadn't removed their clothing -well, nothing significant- and yet she ached in the most delicious places.

She turned to preen at him in her afterglow, "We have to find a way to get that armor off-" Her words caught in her throat at his look of horror. A hand covered his mouth, smearing his blue cheeks with dirt.

"Jim?"

"I lost control, I'm so, so sorry. I never meant to hurt you, Claire."

"Jim, you didn't!"

"I heard you scream! I- I bit you, Claire! Your bleeding!"

She turned her head, inspecting his mark. Blood interwove with pelting rain, trickling to stain her pink top. The wound itself was shallow, shockingly painless and... rapidly healing? She would investigate later. For now, Jim needed her attention.

She turned to him, words dying on her tongue.

Jim was gone, the rain washing away any evidence of the blue bastard's presence.

"That was it, Jim Lake Jr.!" She screamed into the darkness, her fists clenched, "I'm not waiting anymore!"

She was done feeling this way, done loving him! She turned towards the distant lights of the city. She would find someone else- someone worthy of her devotion, her love...Her body.

NOTE

I had to age them up (hence the two years forward) because I plan for this fic to be pretty erotic.

Chapter 1 was recently edited for minor issues. I am working on editing Chapter two now and will update as soon as its finished.

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