The question hung in the still air between them.

“You love my belly so much,” Engi was quick to say. “Did you ever imagine one of your own?”

“N-No,” Cleo squeaked. What on earth was Engi saying?

The troll laid a hand on Cleo’s cheek. “But are you thinking of it now?” 

His fingers slid along the hard line of Cleo’s jaw, gliding over his throat to fall to his flat chest. The fur of his belly rasped quietly as Engi’s hand slid down his stomach to fall just below his navel. The muscles of his abdomen quivered beneath the troll’s warm, soft touch. 

“You have such a strong belly,” Engi purred. “And such perfect hips. I’ll bet they just yearn so to feel that maternal ache. Would you like that? To feel the warmth of new life within you? To feel your belly become heavy and round?” He patted his swollen middle. “It feels divine, Cleo. Every time is like the first time. You never get tired of it.”

Cleo gulped. “I-I don’t know. This seems so weird. I mean, I’m a male.”

“And I am not?” Engi laughed. 

“Uh, that is,” Cleo stammered. 

“Have you ever made love to another male?” the troll asked. His fangs flashed blue as he offered a coy smirk. 

Cleo’s eyes darted away. “I just did with you.”

Engi grinned and shook his shaggy head. “Did you kiss soft, milky breasts? Did you thrust into a slick, tight vagina? I’d say you made love to a woman, Cleo.” He ran his fingers up the badgervine’s belly. “Now, it’s time I showed you what it means to be with a man.” 

He spread his fingers over Cleo’s chest. His gravid weight sunk down on Cleo’s chest, pinning him to the bed. Cleo grasped Engi’s wrists as the troll straddled the badgervine. Those massive balls were perched on his stomach, churning hot with fresh seed, while a rigid shaft of purple rose proudly beneath the swollen orb of the troll’s belly. Cleo gulped as he stared at Engi’s engorged cock. 

“Touch it,” the troll said. 

“What?” came the squeak from the badgervine. 

From above the expansive mound of his belly, Engi peered down. “I want you to touch it. You did it once already. Just take it in your hands.”

He had seized that throbbing rod, Cleo thought. Lost in the mad throes of passion, the badgervine had latched on and tugged for dear life. It was so perfectly natural. His cheeks flushed crimson at the realization. 

“Engi, I don’t…”

“Just take it,” Engi cooed. “I guarantee you’ll love it.”

Cleo’s slender fingers curled gently around the smooth, warm shaft. He pulled, sliding up the length of Engi’s impressive girth. His thumb kneaded the oozing tip of Engi’s penis, sliding down as his hand fell to the base of the troll’s cock. His thumb began to move in a circular pattern as he fell into a steady rhythm.

“Mmm.” Engi bit his lower lip and moaned. “Such a gentle touch you have. Now, take my balls.”

Cleo took a fat testical in his hand. Like a ripe fruit, it filled his palm, dense with the troll’s fertile seed. He squeezed gently, continuing to stroke as Engi lowered his belly to Cleo’s chest. The flesh was like a ripe plum, laced with a black webbing of crooked veins. Golden tufts of fur clung like a fuzz to Engi’s scrotum. Cleo could resist tracing his finger along those delicate veins, gliding over that soft, warm skin. Engi’s tongue clove to the roof of his mouth, a trickle of shimmering precum oozed from his tip, leaking down onto Cleo’s hand.

“Oh,” the troll exhaled quietly. “Oh, yes… Yes.... Yes, Cleo.”

Engi’s belly pressed into his chest, giving Cleo a sensation of delight as he stroked the troll. His hands were quickly growing slippery with the troll’s glistening dew. The pungent aroma swam in his nostrils, making his tongue itch to taste Engi’s tangy essence.

“You like my cock, do you?” The question struck him like a bludgeon. 

“I…” He stopped. “Yes, I do.” What else could he say? Yes, he did find Engi’s hard, strong cock to be so utterly wonderful. The rigid shaft squirmed in his hand, making his own manhood respond. Was he really falling for another male? He smacked his dried lips. “I-It is impressive.”

“Is that all?” Engi asked. “Just impressive?”

Cleo drew his hand up to Engi’s tip. “Um,” he stammered and looked away. “I… I think I want to make love to another male.” He had said it. Now, what would Engi say?

“Excellent,” came the response. “Roll over, onto your stomach. I’m going to show you something wonderful.”

Engi’s lilting voice was like a velvet command. Cleo found himself rolling onto his belly, his thighs parting as if of their own volition.

“L-Like this?” he asked, tucking the pillow under him. 

Engi took hold of Cleo’s hips. “That is perfect.”

“I… I’m starting to feel a little unsure about this,” Cleo said. 

“You’re on vacation,” chuckled the troll. He ran a finger down the curve of Cleo’s spine. “What better time to try new things.” His voice became a syrupy purr. “Indulge yourself.”

Cleo nestled his chin into the pillow while Engi’s hands roamed down his back. Nimble fingers danced down his spine like clawed spiders, stopping just at the base of his short tail. Behind the badgervine, Engi smiled and lowered his hands to cup Cleo’s firm buttocks. Cleo gave a start, gasping sharply as he felt those fingers clasping his cheeks. Black as coal, with a patch of grey in the middle, Cleo’s buttocks were as two plump peaches, firm, yet succulent. A meal fit for a king, Engi thought. His swollen belly hungered for the raw, quivering flesh which filled his hands. 

“Patience,” he muttered under breath. He turned his gaze to his belly. “We shall soon partake of this feast.”

The troll’s thumbs slipped deftly between Cleo’s cheeks, parting his ass wide so that his tight, dark button was laid bare to the fuschia gaze of the troll. 

“Mmm, a delicious morsel,” Engi purred. “I love the inexperienced ones.”

“E-Engi,” whimpered Cleo. “I-I don’t know about this. M-Maybe we should stop.”

“Nonsense,” the troll replied. “You’ve so much to experience. And I have so much to taste.”

His muzzle lowered, his hot breath scorching Cleo’s anus. The muscles of Cleo’s legs tightened as his back became rigid. “Engi what are you doing?”

“Showing you the proper way to eat out,” the troll whispered. “You did well, but allow an experienced tongue to work its craft.”

His green lips met Cleo’s ring, making the badgervine yelp. Cleo buried his face into the pillow, his breath puffing from his nostrils as Engi’s lips encircled his anus. The troll’s tusks closed around that nub of flesh, even as his claws firmly gripped Cleo’s cheeks. His lips pressed against warm flesh, filling the room with the soft, wet popping of Engi’s kiss. His tongue slid from between his lips to caress Cleo’s quivering anus. He did not push, rather, the troll circled that tight bud, swirling his tongue in a luxurious, languid spiral. Cleo’s belly slowly unknotted as pleasure oozed up within him. His body relaxed, giving in to the troll’s sweet embrace. His anus slackened, opening like a gentle flower, ushering Engi’s tongue into him. 

The troll’s furry shoulders shook as he chuckled softly. His tongue fell into that gap, sliding deep into Cleo’s rectum. He lapped at the wet walls of the badverine’s inner core, savoring the musky scent of Cleo’s bristling pubic fur. Meanwhile, Cleo whimpered into the pillow, his body rocked by spasms of unbridled delight. His thighs parted, growing ever wider, as if to beckon the troll to enter him fully. His mind raced. He was overcome with the desire to be entered, ridden and filled. 

“Ungh, Engi,” he groaned. “Oh, that’s amazing.”

His anus opened fully, wet and slack. Engi pulled back with a smack to his lips. 

“Then, it’s time I took you to new heights,” the troll said. 

He sat up on his knees, thrusting his legs between Cleo’s thighs. His heavy, pregnant belly rested upon Cleo’s back as he guided his rigid pole to the quivering opening of Cleo’s anus. By the sharp intake of breath, Cleo had just felt that bulbous tip inserting itself into him. Engi licked his lips, relishing the tight warmth of the badgervine’s virgin ass. 

“God, you are tight,” he moaned, pushing himself fully into Cleo. 

Pain lanced up Cleo’s spine as he felt himself being stretched by the troll’s throbbing, hard cock. His belly lurched, growing so full as the troll continued to push deeper. 

“A-Ah,” cried Cleo. “I-It hurts, Engi.”

“Ssh,” the troll said. “Relax, I’ll go slow.”

His hands gently cupping Cleo’s hips, he pushed. His rigid manhood filled the dark, tight places within Cleo, stretching him as the badgervine sobbed into the pillow. His tip struck Cleo’s core and the badgervine let out a howl. Engi’s hips bucked, lifting Cleo’s pelvis, making stars explode in the badgervine’s eyes. Slowly, he lowered himself, pulling back gently, letting Cleo’s body close in around his cock, hugging him like a fleshy sleeve. Cleo sighed, his belly becoming warm. His guts unravelled, the tension flowing away like a summer stream as the troll pushed back. He took him, drawing Engi into himself, floating on that intoxicating cloud of dizzying pleasure. 

Engi pushed further, his pregnant belly gliding along Cleo’s back as he laid himself on top of the badgervine. His clawed hands moved now from Cleo’s hips, to clutch his furry shoulders. The troll slid along the curve of Cleo’s pine, his green lips nuzzling the badgervine’s neck. His pregnant belly weighed heavily on Cleo, pressing him down into the mattress. The badgervine uttered a soft groan as the troll’s throbbing cock pressed deep. He was trapped beneath Engi’s gravid bulk, unable to push up as the troll stretched himself out fully. Not that Cleo would have wanted to. Every sigh, every slight movement from Engi brought a wave of pleasure crashing over the badgervine. Engi’s hand slid down Cleo’s arm, his fingers intertwining over the badgervine’s hand. 

“W-What’s happening,” came a contented sigh that sounded more like a grunt.

“It’s called making love,” Engi whispered. The troll’s pink tongue traced the outer edge of Cleo’s ear. 

Cleo shuddered. “I-I’ve had sex before, Engi. But nothing like this.”

The troll shifted his hips, just slightly. His rigid pole seemed to come alive, sliding against Cleo’s rectum. Stars burst in the badgervine’s eyes as cold sweat prickled his hot flesh. 

“That’s right.” Engi’s voice was low and thick in his ear. “You’ve only had sex. This, my friend, is an art.” He gently put his clawed fingers to Cleo’s throat. Tracing up that sloping curve, he carefully mounted the delicate chin to trail along Cleo’s lips. “And I am a master artist.”

Cleo purred, pushing his black lip out in a tight pout. Engi slowly swirled his finger around those, glistening ebon lips, until Cleo’s mouth began to fall slack. Two fingers quickly darted between the badgervine’s jaws to play along Cleo’s tongue. Cleo closed his eyes, offering a throaty groan of pleasure as his lips encircled the troll’s fingers. The salty tang of Engi’s sweat danced across his taste buds as the troll stroked the roof of his mouth, exploring his mouth as his hard cock did plumb the depths of Cleo’s hot core. His belly ached, his lungs were on fire and yet, the badgervine could not resist. His head swam on a giddy, intoxicating sea of total bliss. Engi pulled his fingers from Cleo’s mouth, his claws slick and shiny with the badgervine’s saliva. Bringing them to his own mouth, he licked Cleo’s drool from his fingers, sucking them clean. 

“Marvelous,” he said. He gripped Cleo’s shoulders, arching his back so that he may drive himself fully into the badgervine’s warm, tight anus.

Meanwhile, Cleo’s sweaty face was planted into the pillow. The troll’s cock split his cheeks like a ripe peach, spreading him ever wider as Engi pumped with a steady pulsing rhythm.

“Does it feel good,” a purr vibrated in Cleo’s ear, making him shiver. 

“Y-Yes,” he groaned. “Oh, it’s wonderful. 

Engi thrust harder, slamming his rod into Cleo’s prostate. The badervine shuddered, a crooked grin etched on his lips. 

“Yes, I see you like it. Do you like being full?”

“I love being full.”

Cleo’s belly rumbled happily, expanding with the troll’s throbbing cock. 

“Do you want to always feel full?” Engi nibbled at Cleo’s ear, his tongue slithering into the wide canal. 

Prickles broke out down Cleo’s spine as the warm, wet tongue played about his ear. “Oh yes,” he whispered. “Yes, I want to be full. Make me full, Engi.”

Engi’s pace quickened, his rigid member pumping like a piston. Cleo’s mouth tore open in a silent shriek of ecstasy. Engi’s belly pressed into Cleo’s back, the troll’s bucking thrusts, driving his stomach up and down Cleo’s spine. 

“Feel my belly,” Engi said. “So big. You love how big it is?”

“I-I do,” Cleo gasped. “I love your big, fat, pregnant belly. His cock grew stiff against the sheets. The smooth satin felt so good, he began to gyrate into the bed, matching pace with Engi. 

“Do you want to have a belly too?” the troll whispered. “I’m going to give you one.” His cock buried deep into Cleo’s ass. 

“You c-can’t get me pregnant,” Cleo chuckled. “I’m a male.”

“Troll seed is very potent,” Engi replied. He kissed Cleo beneath his ear. “Ngh, and it’s time I let go.”

Engi’s orange sized balls churned with fresh seed, boiling to release. The troll sat back and took Cleo’s hips hard. Driving himself into the badgervine, he pumped furiously, building his pace into a wild grind that filled the room with the wet slap of raw meat as he crashed into Cleo’s ass. The badgervine wailed in giddy pleasure as the troll’s cock filled him. The smooth hot flesh scoured his rectum, setting every nerve ablaze in shrieking ecstasy. 

“A-Ah, yes, yes, yes!” Cleo’s shouts echoed throughout the room. The shimmering light of the moons seeped across the carpet, blanketing the pair in soft, ethereal glow as Engi at last locked his pelvis into Cleo.

A gentle warmth filled Cleo’s lower belly as the troll’s semen released. Not a hard flood, but a slow, gradual spill that played up Cleo’s belly. The badgervine sighed, his stomach growing hard and round as Engi continued to vent his pent up essence. The troll exhaled, letting another ropey strand of thick, hot seed flow into Cleo’s anus. The badgervine’s buttocks clenched, his ring closing tight around Engi’s pumping cock. 

“Mmm, that’s it,” Engi sighed. “Get all of it.”
Cleo could say nothing. His body moved on its own. He let his sweaty face drop into the pillow, his ass twitching every so often as he drew Engi’s seed into what, exactly? He had no womb to speak of, so what compelled him to drink in the troll’s fertile seed. His trembling thighs summoned their flagging strength, raising his hips so that he was pushing into Engi’s groin, milking the troll. Engi pulled his softening member from Cleo’s ass, a sticky, white strand of semen hung in the air between them, joining them together as Cleo tucked a hand between his cheeks. He rolled over, hugging his ass lest he lose a single drop and flashed a weary smile at Engi. 

“Mmm, that was more than I expected,” Cleo said. 

His flat belly had become a small, gurgling hump that rose up before him. Beyond the furry, grey hill, his rigid pole thrust heavenward, the veins like thick ivy. Shimmering dew glistened blue from the glow cube, while the dark flesh was bathed in the green and red of the moonlight. 

Engi said not a word, but took Cleo’s penis in his hands. His fingers slid down to cup Cleo’s balls, while his other hand stroked that hard cock. 

“I don’t know about you,” Engi said. He bent down to Cleo’s tip. “But I like a happy ending.”

“This couldn’t end any happier,” Cleo mumbled. 

Engi chuckled through his nose. He kissed Cleo’s velvet tip, his tongue circling around the spongy head, licking away the trickling precum. His mouth opened, Cleo’s cock sliding neatly between his tusks as he closed his lips around the badervine’s rod. Those fuschia orbs, a vibrant, electric purple, never broke from Cleo’s topaz gaze. The badgervine groaned in pleasure as Engi continued to stare into his eyes. A clawed hand came up as Engi slid down Cleo’s shaft, his claws falling to Cleo’s swollen belly. Engi pushed gently on Cleo’s lower abdomen, working his way up to circle the badgervine’s navel as he rose up Cleo’s shaft. His lips tightened as he stroked up, releasing their grip as he descended. The tang of sweat and semen filled his mouth, playing over his tongue as he tasted the hot, tight skin. The plump undershaft called to him, begging for him to dance along its quivering flesh. 

Engi pulled his lips away, smiling as he took Cleo’s slippery, wet shaft in hand. His fingers curled so perfectly around Cleo’s cock tugging gently. His other hand swirled over Cleo’s belly, his pace growing faster. Cleo fell back on the bed, moaning as the troll stroked faster, faster, growing ever faster until…

“Ah,” Cleo cried out. 

His cock shuddered and burst, spraying thick, hot seed into the air. His semen fountained over the bed, soaking into the sheets to leave behind a spreading, dark stain. His body was lathered in sweat. Cleo fought for breath as he placed his arm over his eyes. 

“Oh wow,” he panted. 

“How was that?” Engi said. 

Cleo took his arm from his eyes. “That, that was an experience.” He grunted, struggling to sit up, but the newfound girth around his middle made the effort difficult. “You certainly did a number on me,” he laughed, patting his belly. “I almost look as big as you.”

Sticky semen trickled down his inner thigh, oozing from between his battered cheeks. Realizing what he had done, Cleo’s face shot crimson. 

“Um, well,” he stammered, scooping up his trunks. They were still damp and now had grown cold from sitting on the floor. Ignoring the chill, he tugged them on with a slight shiver. “I-I think I should be getting back to my room. Uh, it was fun, Engi. It really was.”

Engi lay on the bed, his belly thrust out sideways, allowing a shapely hip to rise above him. “Call me when the baby arrives, will you?”

“Yeah, sure,” Cleo chuckled and raced out the door. Alone in the hall, he placed a hand on his belly. “I can’t actually be pregnant.” His round belly felt warm to the touch, warmer than should. “I mean, that’s crazy, right?” A cold sweat prickled his skin. “I-It’s not possible.” He trudged down the hall, his bare feet scuffing the carpet. “You know, I kind of got a craving for pickles now. And chocolate.”

Watching the door close behind the badgervine, Engi then rolled over. Sprawled across the satin bedspread, he chuckled to himself, his hand on his swollen belly. 

“Ah, I do love the dumb ones, don’t you?” he said to the honey-gold hump. “I’d say that was a fun excursion.”

A shrill tone emanated from the nightstand, causing Engi’s ears to prick up. 

“Oh, what’s this?” He reached over and scooped up a vibrating phone. “Hello,” he said, after thumbing the answer button. “Sis? What brings you at such an hour? Oh, really?” He struggled up into a sitting position, his knees dangling over the edge of the bed. “Me? Oh you know, on vacation.” His mouth split into a wicked smile. He crossed a shapely leg and sat back. “Sampling the local delicacies and all that. But, tell me about you. Still pregnant? Remember, we have that bet going on who will drop first.” He placed a hand on his belly, his long, slender tail flicking to and fro behind him. “It feels great, doesn’t it? I envy you, sis. Are you still with your boy-toy? What was his name, Ammah?” 

Engi sat up straight, his eyes growing wide. 

“He what? His cousins, you say? And what did they do?” He nibbled a claw, his tail now sticking up straight. “Both of them! Oh, sis, you should have called me. Tell you what, I want to visit sometime, make it a real family affair. Yes, maybe we can both get pregnant from your lover boy together.” He laughed at the squeal of protest coming from the other end of the phone. “Now, don’t be like that, sis. You know you want it. You’d love for us to be sired by the same lover, admit it.” He chuckled one last time. “Okay, talk to you soon. Love ya, Fereya.”

Engi returned the phone to the nightstand and laid back down. 

“Ammah,” he whispered. The name rolled around on the tip of his tongue as he savored the word. His hands slid down his swollen belly, finding his cock beginning to grow hard. “How I’d love to meet you. Perhaps,” he said with a snicker. “I’ll pay you a little visit. Make sure you’re really worthy of my darling sister.” He licked his lips, envisioning the djinn. “Maybe you and I can sire a brood together?”

The pregnant troll rolled to his side, tucking a hand under his belly. 

“Mmm, fill me with your babies, Ammah,” he purred into the gloom. “Yes, I’d like that.”

The moonlight receded, drawing back like a curtain, leaving the troll to drift into a dreamy slumber. The twilight waves crashed softly beneath the hotel, washing up on the silver shore. A world away, a very pregnant djinn lay awake in his bed, a cold shiver running down his spine in spite of the heavy quilt draped over his gravid body. 

“I just had a horrible nightmare,” the djinn said to himself. “Some evil force was coming here.” He laughed quietly to himself and tucked the quilt to his chin. “But that’s silly. It was just a dream.” Still, the sense of dread pervaded his room, hanging in the air like a black miasma. “It was just a dream, right?”