Swamped in Love

Taken

Gingy P.O.V

"Three days. You have three days to deliver the goods else he's gone."

I heard the hushed whispers around the corner and my eyes widened in fear. Were they talking about me?

I had always known that we had grown up poor, my adoptive father- The Muffin Man, had always tried to provide for the both of us; he even bought me new gumdrop buttons for my last birthday! But I hadn't caught on to how desperate he was.

I drew back into the shadows as the stout man began hobbling back towards the door, I didn't get a great look at him, but from what I could see, his hair was the colour of my soul- black as the night sky, and he was so short, one might think he was walking on knees. He had an astounding resemblance to the ex-king Farquaad, though from what I'd heard, Farquaad had retreated from public view since the paparazzi caught him being shit out of a dragon outside the kingdom gates.

I rushed to bed as quick as my gingerbread-legs could carry me, pretending I had heard nothing. I heard Papa shuffle into the room, and lay in his bed next to mine. It wasn't until after he'd fallen asleep that I could even close my eyes.

The next morning was tense, really tense. Papa kept shifting his gaze over to me, then towards the phone, flicking a piece of paper over in his hands. 

What happened next changed my life. Forever...

He lept towards me with agility I did not think his frail body possessed, grabbing me in his arm before rushing towards the phone.  He dialed a number scrawled on the piece of paper, waited for the phone to ring, then, as some kind of password muttered, "D-R-A-R-R-Y-4-E-V-A." Paused. And then said, "Get it over with, I won't make the deadline anyway." Before hanging up the phone, filling a glass with milk, and left me dangling over it.

"Don't move. It'll be over soon" Were the last words I heard before my head was submerged in the white fluid and I passed out.

Shrek P.O.V

I stand watch as my minion opens the door for me, his stubby arms just barely reaching the doorknob sitting 4ft. above the ground. As soon as the knob is turned, I push Fuck-wad out of the way, and barge through, breaking the front wall as though there was no wall to begin with.

Turning the corner, I see my prey. Though I suppose the old man had gone senile, as he was dipping the poor kid in milk, then sucking the milk out of him.

I got a glimpse of his face- Gingy, I remember his name from the list of my collections, his icing eyes begging for me to help.

I rushed over to the man, taking only two steps before being able to reach my arm out, grasp the Muffin Man's small, sad head, and- POP!!! I put him out of his misery. It was mercy.

Before the body flumped over, I rescued my prey from the old man's twig-like fingers, taking care to assure that his, now soggy, head remained on top of his round, voluptuous body.

I only glanced at him for a second, but a second was all it took to be drawn in by his lips. The red-puckers that adorned his face looked so... kissable.

No, why am I thinking these things? These are not the thoughts of the top mafia boss in Far Far Away.

I couldn't help myself. I needed to get him back to the hideout.

Immediately.

Gingy P.O.V

It felt like we'd been driving for hours, though it was hard to tell with the black bag smothering my head.

I'd only just been rescued from the mouth of Papa, and yet after arriving to the destination I felt the bag be lifted, and instantly replaced by another wet tongue on me. But this time I wasn't encased by a mouth, instead my mouth encased the tongue of the burly ogre in front of me.

Despite the fact that he saved me, he was no Prince Charming...But, he did have a way with the wet, pulsating muscle, writhing between my lips.

I couldn't help myself, I allowed a small moan to escape my lips, somehow passing around the arousing tentacle that took up half my face.

That moan, however, was all it took for the both of us to regain our senses. 

He stood back, and I finally got to look at the room I was in. It was an office, decorated with luxurious objects, clearly stolen from those who'd crossed his path. I even saw Cinderella's glass slipper. But then my gaze returned to him; he was... blushing.

He regained his composure, and uttered words that had my legs pressing together at the thought. "Starting today, Prey, you will be my slave."