Get In My Swamp

by G.M. Fairy

He’s polite and professional to everyone he meets, but behind their backs will tear them apart like he’s Chef Gordon Ramsay and everyone is just an idiot sandwich.

The size of his little friend, though, let’s just say the rumors aren’t true about the correlation from hand to dick size. He has big hands.

Don’t get me wrong; I’m not discriminatory to dicks. I’m all about dick positivity and whatnot.

My rationale for trapping and eating them is that they clearly want to die. I mean, there’s a sign, come on.

But nothing beats that smokey taste of human meat. All that fast food they eat really does something for them.

It can be rather lonely being the only seven-foot, green, hilarious, and gut-wrenchingly handsome creature around,

I do enjoy not having to share my food, and for that perk, I’ll take...

So, it’s just me, my chickens, my vegetables, and the hopeful prospect of a human meal every morning. What more could an ogre ask for?

I hate that fuck-face! I want to stab his stupid little grin and rip out his eyes.

I think the feminist gods will forgive me if I use a little seduction to get out of the clutches of an ogre. Fuck that guy. Operation Pussy-Trap, commence.

Although I want it hard and rough, the thought of doing something she doesn’t want makes me soft. I want her to beg for it.

She doesn’t seem like the type of girl to swoon over such basic decencies, such as not eating her, but maybe my good buddy Stockholm will help me out.

It angers me that she thinks of me as so weak. I most definitely am, but I don’t have to let her know that.

I’ve seen other creatures’ dicks around town in the springs. Mine is the biggest by far.

“You’re a dick,” she growls before plopping in one of the seats at the table. “Oh, I love it when you talk dirty to me.” I sit across from her and chuckle. So far, my wooing isn’t going well, but if she wants to play games, I’ll join in. Besides, this is so much more fun.

“Can’t you be a gentleman and sleep on the floor or something? It’s the least you can do after kidnapping me.” It’s going to be harder to get around him if we’re sharing a bed, but not impossible. “No, thanks. If you want to sleep on the floor, you can.” “Dick,” I whisper to myself. “Oh, I’m sorry did you want something? It sounds like you’ve got one of my body parts on your mind.”

He could break my neck without even exerting much energy, and for some odd reason, that turns me on. God, do I need a therapist.

Beck’s finger is bigger than Lawrence’s dick.

“You have two options. I can either let you go, or you can let me spread your legs open and lick your pussy until you’re begging me to fuck you.”

“That’s a good girl. Open up for me,”

“When you come, I want to hear you scream my name. I want all the nature around us and everyone in a hundred-mile radius to know you’re mine. You taste like mine.”

“I don’t know if I can take you,” she whimpers. “You will. You were made for me.”

I’ve never been impaled by a monster dick before. It was top-notch, but yeah, I’m going to be sore.”

I need to feed you.” How about you feed me this dick,

“Bad girls, get tied up and fucked until they plead for me to stop.”

“Good girl. You’re taking me so good.”

“Sit on my face. It’s my turn to eat.”

I’m making waffles.”