Chapter 7: Ogre Fucks Blue-haired Italian in a Car

 

It took a while, but Shrek managed to calm things down with Illuso and Prosciutto. His driver managed to get to their houses quickly using shortcuts. He hadn’t been in this city long, and it was nice to see the other parts of this city, hidden away from plain sight. One thing that did bother him was the lack of a roof on the car. The people of this city acted as if they’ve never seen an ogre before.

“Is that all?” the blue-haired driver spoke.

“I have nowhere else to go at the moment, and I need to wait for maybe an hour for everybody to get ready,” Shrek replied.

“What about me?” he asked.

“You? Wait, are you part of--”

“La Squadra? Yes, I am. You fucked my teammates. Now I want you to fuck me.”

The driver stepped on the gas and drove into a dead-end where nobody could see or hear them.

“Where are we? What are you doing?” Shrek demanded.

He saw the driver’s hand go into the glovebox, searching for something. It was a box of condoms, flavored and unflavored. The ogre could’ve sworn he saw a bottle of lube, but perhaps it was his imagination.

“You’ve met and fucked Melone. You know how horny he is. So, have you started itching and burning yet?”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m kidding,” he said. Shrek looked at his driver. He had red glasses on, but he looked too serious to be joking. Suddenly, the driver started beating the shit out of the dashboard.

“Everyone wants to fuck Melone. Everyone! But fucking Pesci? Of course, you fucked Pesci. I don’t know how, but he gets around. It’s just like that one song by the Beach Boys! Why the hell is our stands named off of bands or musicians? I shouldn’t be talking, but it just came naturally to me. Don’t even get me started with our names.”

“You done?” the ogre asked.

The driver paused for a second. “Do you even know my name?”

“I think Melone said something, but I forgot.”

“It’s Ghiaccio.” And then he started swearing and beating the dashboard again, ranting once more.

Annoyed, Shrek cut him off mid-rant. “Knock it off! Do you want to fuck or do you just want to listen to the sound of your voice?”

“Damn it! Let’s fuck! Let’s get this shit over with.”

“Um,” Shrek said, “don’t you think this car is a wee bit small?”

Shrek took up a large amount of space, but it’s not his fault. Whoever designed these cars did not think that an ogre would be sitting in one. Ghiaccio sighed and unbuckled his seatbelt.

“Just whip out your dick,” the blue-haired man said.

Shrek undid the buttons on his pants, and his cock sprung out, already hard with precum leaking out.

“Look, I got hard thinking about pounding that ass of yours,” the ogre explained despite Ghiaccio not commenting.

“I’ve been in my seat all day.”

“You just give big, juicy ass vibes.”

“Whatever.”

Taking his gloves off, Ghiaccio’s hands immediately went to work, stroking Shrek’s throbbing knob. His hands felt so tiny, wrapped around it, and his fingers trailed the veins of his cock. It was so monstrously big. He couldn’t imagine riding him. However, he has sucked off Risotto before, and Shrek just happens to be a couple of inches bigger.

“Did anyone ever tell you that you have soft hands?” Shrek commented.

“No, actually,” Ghiaccio replied.

“Let me touch your hands.”

Ghiaccio stopped stroking, and Shrek grabbed his hands, rubbing them. To the ogre, they were so delicate, so soft. The blue-haired man looked at him strangely as he sniffed his hands.

“Hmm, smells like watermelon and mint,” he commented.

“That’s because it is,” he replied. Please don’t lick my hand. Feet fetish, I understand. Now a hand fetish? Is that even a thing?

“What brand is it?” Shrek asked.

“Um, not sure. I think Prosciutto does the shopping for us. Softsoap? I don’t know. So, can I continue?”

“Yeah.”

Ghiaccio took out one of the condoms, a minty flavored one, and wrapped it around Shrek’s shaft, but the condom was so thin, it felt like he wasn’t wearing one. The blue-haired man licked the tip, giving him a seductive look before swallowing him whole with no hands. The ogre covered his mouth, muffling his moan. One of Ghiaccio’s hands fondled the ogre’s nuts, causing Shrek to take his hands away from his mouth and moan loudly.

“You’re a better cock sucker than Melone,” he commented.

The assassin would have smiled if his mouth wasn’t occupied. Instead, unzipped his pants, letting his cock go free. With his other hand, he touched himself, moaning while there was still a dick in his mouth. A hand pushed Ghiaccio’s head, making him take it deeper.

“I think I’m gonna--” Shrek said as he came, but because of the condom, none of that got on Ghiaccio’s mouth.

After the two of them managed to catch their breaths, Ghiaccio took off his pants and underwear, sitting on Shrek’s lap facing him and rubbing their cocks together. Their faces were so close together, at least an inch away from kissing. Shrek leaned slightly forward automatically, and Ghiaccio opened his mouth slightly, ready for a deep kiss. Shrek’s nostrils whiffed in the minty aroma, and his tongue slid into his mouth, tasting that powerful mintiness. Luckily for the assassin, it’s been a while since Shrek ate an onion, and the condom scent was stronger. The kiss was a lustful and sloppy one. Both of their’s mouths were covered in drool. Shrek’s hands hovered downward, grabbing and slapping that fat, juicy ass, eliciting a moan from Ghiaccio.

“I-I’m close,” the assassin said.

“Stop stroking us for a second and let me do this,” Shrek said. “My hands are big enough.”

He let go and let the ogre handle it from here, starting slowly. Ghiaccio’s cock was very red and throbbing. It was clear he was on edge, quietly swearing each second. He was bucking his hips.

“Anal?” Shrek said.

“What? No!” Ghiaccio shouted. “I’ve only done anal with Melone. He takes it up the ass.”

So that’s why he had a bottle of lube there. Shrek was pretty close to coming again as well. Within a few quick strokes, the two of them came. However, Ghiaccio did not cum as dramatically as Shrek.

“Holy shit! You’re like a water fountain. Shit, you’re getting cum everywhere. Get out of the car!”

The ogre got out of the car. Unfortunately, Ghiaccio was still looking for some tissues to clean the cum up, realizing he didn’t have any. Hitting the dashboard, he swore. There was only one way to clean this, and he didn’t want to. Once, he had 69ed with Melone and swallowed. Ghiaccio didn’t like the taste, but he hated a filthy car. Every time he had to pick up a squadmate, they wanted something from McDonald’s and made a mess. That time, he remembered the bring something to wipe it down. The blue-haired assassin sighed at what he must do. Squeezing his eyes, he began licking off the cum that landed everywhere. Why did it taste like onions?

“Hey, I could just go somewhere and buy you some tissues,” Shrek said.

“Just leave! I got this. Go!” he yelled.

Melone did warn Shrek about his temper. Perhaps he’ll feel better next time.