The evening breeze blew softly through the open window, bringing with it the soft hum of the city below, wafting on the warm night air. A movement caught his eye, and he turned, seeing the curtains bellied in the wind. He sighed and looked out the window. The twin moons bathed the city in their crimson and green radiance, while the stars fought through the low, black clouds to sparkle on that vast field of raw ebony. Giving his long, slender tail a swish, he turned back to the small vanity. The stool beneath his gravid weight was of pressed particle board and cheap plywood. One leg was shorter than the others, making the stool shift as he moved his wide hips. Compared to the hotels he frequented, his own home was practically spartan. The walls of his apartment were a bland, eggshell color. A stubborn water stain winked at him from the corner of the kitchen, daring him to do something about it. He never had the energy to tell the landlord. 

His furry toes dug into the cream colored carpet as he picked up a round hand mirror. Reflected in the glass were two fuschia eyes that lit up with an electric purple as the moonlight struck his tawny face. Glimmering from the black button of his nose was a band of solid gold. Delicate runes were etched into the precious metal, marking his family and clan. There was but one other troll in this city who possessed such a ring. He lowered the mirror and tapped his cheek with a clawed finger. 

“I do wonder what she’s up to,” Engi muttered. “Ah, but that’s for another time.”

He raised the mirror once more and gazed longingly at his own reflection. His black lips smacked wetly and the troll scooped up a golden tube. Giving it a twist, he ran the blue lipstick over his mouth. Engi smiled and pursed his lips at the flirty troll staring back at him. 

“Marvelous,” he chuckled. 

Having returned home for the night, the troll had slipped from his usual clothes and into a slim, black robe of shimmering satin. The robe was embroidered with delicate filigree that shone when the moonlight struck. The short hem stopped at mid-thigh when he stood, but now, rode dangerously up his full, golden thighs as he crossed a leg. When he leaned forward, his ripe buttocks would slip from beneath the folds of his robe to grace any would-be onlooker. It also helped that he lifted his tail, pulling back the thin garment. Straining against the confines of his robe, his pregnant belly swelled over his lap, a great melon topped by two wobbling, milk-heavy orbs. His breasts were painfully bloated, the nipples dark and hard as they rubbed so deliciously against his robe. Engi bit his azure lip, his mouth pulled into a tight grimace. His blood boiled as he shifted on his creaking stool. His balls ached for release, his hormones causing them to grow so heavy with virile seed. Like all of his kind, he was a hermaphrodite. While pregnant, his male sex would go into overdrive with the sudden rush of hormones. His vagina was wet and slack as he continued to wiggle in his seat, hoping against hope that grinding into the smooth wood would somehow bring him some relief. Finally, he placed the mirror down on the vanity and bit his nail. 

“I need someone bad,” he mumbled. “Real bad.”

“How about me?”

Engi gasped as hands clasped him by both biceps. They were big hands. Hard and cruel, powerful as their iron fingers wound around his slender arms. The troll arched his back and sighed. 

“What brings you here?”

Those strong hands, calloused and rough, spun him around. Before the troll stood a male skeer. His skunk-like fur melted into the darkness, a sable shadow against the white backdrop of the troll’s apartment. His bushy tail curled behind him, a single white stripe running the length up to his full antlers. His belly was creamy white all the way to the pendulous rod of his manhood, which swung between his powerful legs. His hooves sank into the thick carpet as he leaned back to allow the troll to gaze at his splendid form. And a most splendid form it was, the troll thought. The skeer was massive. His body swelled with hard packed muscle that danced just beneath this smooth skin and soft fur. His chest was twice the width of Engi’s hips, the hard pectorals reflecting the light of the moons. His stomach was a roiling sea of black waves that rippled with a savage power that made the troll run his tongue along his blue lips in anticipation. How he envisioned those strong, cruel hips would pump into his hot, slick cunny with a raw, barbaric passion. Sweat prickled his brow just to imagine it. Below the thick tangle of bristling pubic fur, the skeer’s heavy balls hung low and full. Each the size of a pomegranate and bursting with the bittersweet juices that made Engi’s mouth water. The skeer shifted his weight, the muscles of his thigh swelling against his skin. The troll’s eyes widened for an instant, then turned back to the sky blue chips of ice that stared back at him. 

“So, what brings you here?” he asked again. 

The skeer chuckled deep in his barrel chest, his massive body trembling, making his prodigious manhood sway all the more. “I believe you left this at the diner.” he tossed a silvery key onto the vanity.

Seeing the key, Engi shrugged with a slight smile. “Oh, how silly of me. I guess I left my apartment key right on the table.”

“And your address along with it,” replied the skeer. “Good thing some ne’er-do-well did not find it instead.”

“Gracious me,” the troll cried. He placed a claw to his breast. “I should think so. Why, just imagine what would happen if some big, handsome robber would have burst in here. Tell me, what would he have done to me?”

At this, the big cermephine’s lips peeled back into a feral grin. His hands grabbed at Engi’s robe. “Why, I’ll bet he would do something like this.” He tore back the delicate satin, ripping the troll’s robe down to his waist. 

Engi gave a start, his bare breasts sagging atop his pregnant belly. His mouth fell open as he let out a deep sigh, his eyes falling closed. When he spoke, his voice was husky and deep, dripping with liquid sex that clung like thick syrup to his tongue. “Then, I suppose I am lucky that you found my key instead.” 

The night breeze kissed his dark nipples, making them grow hard and erect. Beneath the gravid orb of his belly, his purple cock trembled, rising along the furry curve of his belly. The heat rose in the pit of his stomach as he opened his eyes to gaze upon the muscled form of the giant skeer. 

“Tell me,” he said. “Did you walk all the way from the diner like that?”

The skeer’s tail twitched before he suddenly realized what the grinning troll was saying. “No,” he laughed. It was a booming laugh, haughty and strong. It made Engi’s belly gurgle with a desire to carry the skeer’s seed. “I left my clothes by the door. Figured I would save us the trouble.”

“Mmm, such a gentleman,” Engi replied. “May I ask, um… What was your name again?”

“Tyronne,” the skeer said. “And I should ask you the same. I don’t like that whole anonymous scene, you know.”

“Engi,” the troll said. “My word, such an old fashioned one you are.”

This brought a smile to the skeer’s lips. “I guess I’m just that way.”

Engi, his hands on his golden thighs, looked up at the skeer. “So, what made you want to see me, Tyronne?’

Tyronne knelt, his big hands coming to take Engi by the shoulders. “Your body.”

“My body?” Engi whispered. “And what is it about my body that drives you so wild?”

The skeer’s hard fingers traced along his collar bone, coming to cup his heavy breasts. Engi whimpered as cruel, hard fingers played with his erect nipples, flicking the firm buds of supple flesh. 

“I heard trolls were both, well, you know.” Tyronne leaned close, his breath hot and wet on Engi’s neck. “When I saw you, you were more man than any I had known,” he grinned, exposing white, glittering fangs, “and more woman than any lady I’ve been with.” He planted his lips to Engi’s throat, making the troll gasp. “I knew then that I had to come here.” His lips traveled up the delicate curve of the troll’s chin, questing for his honeyed mouth.

“Do you like bellies?” Engi asked as their lips met in a bruising kiss. 

Tyronne’s wide hand shot for the troll’s swollen belly. Engi trembled as the ripples raced up his spine. Such a powerful hand to hold his fat, pregnant belly. His heart raced as the skeer’s hard fingers ran through the fur of his ripe stomach. 

“D-Do you like my belly?” he asked, his lips gasping against the skeer’s mouth. 

“I love your belly,” rumbled the massive cermephine. He swirled his hand around Engi’s belly. The faint fluttering of new life awakened to his touch, kicking against his hand. 

Engi swallowed the lump forming in his throat. His fingers, so small compared to the skeer’s, groped the ripples of Tyronne’s hard belly. The taut muscles clenched as his nails trailed down towards his pelvis. 

“I love bellies,” the troll panted. Tyronne’s warm, wet tongue plunged into his ear, writhing, swirling about as he nibbled the soft lobe. 

Engi’s fingers spread over the white expanse of raw, powerful flesh. The skeer’s cock rose like a great spear, the velvet tip forming the iron head that would soon be thrust deep into his quivering core. Engi’s breathing turned to choppy gasps as he saw the glimmering bead of dew rise up on that smooth tip. The veins were like thick ivy, spiraling up that obsidian tower. His numbed claws scrabbled for the knot of his robe, undoing the sash so that the flimsy garment fell from his hips to form a shimmering pool around his feet. His arms were thrown around the skeer’s thick bull neck, dragging himself into the creature’s embrace. Tyronne hugged the troll to his broad chest and Engi shivered at the power contained in those hard pectorals. 

“Ngh, Tyronne,” Engi sighed. “Please, take me.” His swollen belly rubbed so deliciously against the skeer’s abs. He cried out as he felt himself lifting from his seat. “Oh, Tyronne.” 

The skeer had him in his arms, the massive cermephine whirling on his hoof to face the bed. The covers were a simple grey with cotton sheets. Far from the rich silks the troll was accustomed to on his many trips. Tyronne deposited in on the mattress and Engi rolled to his hands and knees, raising his jiggling ass to the ceiling. 

“What do you seek?” he asked. “I have many pleasures to offer.” His hand flew to his cheek, spreading his ass so that his ring would show. “My anus? It’s very tight and warm. Or you wish for my slick, hot pussy?” The labia, dripping with his honeyed dew, bloomed a dull purple. “Perhaps, you wish for the male part of me? My cock is yours.”

Tyronne climbed onto the bed, the mattress squealing with his great weight. His massive hands took Engi by the hips, his fingers sinking into the soft, gravid flesh. “I want to kiss those sweet lips,” he growled and lowered his head. 

A silent scream tore from Engi’s throat, his gravid body wracked with sobs of utter elation. Tyronne’s warm, dry lips met the swollen, dripping lobes of his blossoming petals, kissing them hard. The skeer’s tongue darted from between his fangs, lapping the sweet nectar of the troll’s pussy, dipping deep into that offered chalice. His tongue swirled, licking, rubbing at the smooth, muscular walls of Engi’s vagina, making the troll tremble in delight. His back arching painfully, Engi thrust his ass up, pressing himself into the skeer. His claws dug into the grey covers, gripping desperately as if he would be washed away on that tide of ecstasy. 

“A-Ah, yes,” the troll groaned. 

The skeer’s tongue plunged, striking his core, sending an electric thrill to race up his spine. The wet popping of Tyronne’s mouth formed a chorus to the shrieking cries of Engi. The troll’s belly heaved as he fought for air, such was the delight that overtook him that the breath was blasted from his aching lungs like the bellows of a blacksmith’s forge. An apt description, for with each laboured breath the flames of his desire grew ever hotter. His belly roiled with a need to be bred. His cock, a purple rod of such beauty that few could ever resist, strained against the oral assault of the skeer. His shaft grew to a throbbing pillar, the thick veins standing up in stark, pulsating relief as shimmering precum trickled from his broad, velvet tip. His balls, swollen to the size of pears, churned with the need to release. 

“T-Tyronne,” Engi wailed. “Oh, that’s… that’s incredible.”

Pinned by the massive cermephine beast, he could do little more than cry out as the rough tongue met his quivering cervix. Stars burst in the troll’s eyes, making his head swim. His temples pounded as he began to sway on a sea of boiling jubilation. His balls could no longer withstand such delicious, brutal torture. 

“A-Ah,” he screamed. “I-I’m going to cum!”

His cock erupted as Tyronne gently licked his dripping folds. A torrent of, white, hot seed sprayed forth from the troll’s throbbing rod, soaking into the covers to form a wide, dark stain that spread across the comforter. 

“You made a mess,” he heard the skeer rumble. 

Tyronne had pulled his mouth away, his lips still wet with the musky juices of Engi’s battered flower. Wiping his lips with the back of his hand, the massive creature smiled, seemingly satisfied with his work. Engi wrapped an arm around his heavy belly. He gasped in rapid puffs, fighting just to breathe. 

“That was more intense than I had expected,” he wheezed. He turned back to gaze at the muscled body of Tyronne. The ring in his nose glinted softly with green and red. “Would you care to take me now?”

The throbbing, black pillar that rose up like an ebon spear answered for him. The skeer nodded and seized Engi in a firm, savage grip. Taking the troll by the hips, Tyronne rolled him onto his back. Engi felt the cooling wetness of his own spent seed matting the fur of his lower back. 

“You could have at least moved me somewhere dry,” he muttered. 

“Hmmph,” snorted the skeer. “I don’t think it’ll matter soon enough. Not when I’m done with you.”

Engi’s fuschia eyes narrowed slightly, the moonlight turning them to a venomous purple. His tawny fur was stained in green and crimson, shimmering with an ethereal beauty that was lost on the brutish skeer. Tyronne placed his hands on the troll’s hips, a powerful leg parting Engi’s plump thighs. The troll offered no resistance as his knees draped over Tyronne’s broad shoulders. The skeer smelled of sweat and the spice of musk. The acrid odor of motor oil and cigarette smoke combined to create a bouquet of hard masculinity that made Engi’s womanhood drip with primal need to be filled with the skeer’s thick, bubbling seed. 

Engi placed his arm over his breasts, smiling sweetly as the skeer lowered his massive body. His purple member stuck up, poking Tyronne in the chest, leaving a small, shiny bead of dew behind. The skeer turned his sky blue gaze on the troll’s cock, a look of contempt spreading across his features. His hand came to take Engi’s rod, his fingers curling lightly around the fleshy pillar. Then, with a flick of his bushy tail, he pushed the hard member aside. His fingers came to Engi’s balls, lifting them so that the troll’s gaping pussy was laid bare. For an instant, Engi’s lips curled into a frown. 

“I’ll give you something to smile about,” Tyronne grunted. 

Engi stuck his fingers to his azure lips and averted his gaze. “I would have preferred if you had done something with my cock as well.”

“Sorry, but I ain’t into that,” came the sudden reply. 

“Well, what about my belly? It’s so round and soft, remember?”

The skeer gazed at Engi’s gravid belly. “It’s not bad,” he said, placing a hand on the troll’s stomach. “But, I see something else that’s soft.”

Engi’s lower lip quivered. His heart, once so full as to burst, now sank into his gut. “Is that all you wanted?”

“I should ask you the same thing?” Tyronne snapped. “You left your key at the diner. What else did you expect?”

“Something, I don’t know, more romantic.” Engi turned back to the skeer. Letting a small sigh escape from his lips, he said, “I’m all yours, then. Take me as you wish.”

The troll sighed, resigning himself to the cold, hard grip of the skeer. Tyronne pressed his heavy body to Engi’s belly, crushing him down into the mattress. His massive, throbbing rod met those quivering lips as he guided himself into the troll’s slackened blossom. Engi closed his eyes, driving away the leering grin of the big cermephine. Instead, he would see the golden gaze of one very particular djinn. 

“Ammah,” the words formed a breathless whisper on his tongue. 

He saw the djinn above him, his chocolate skin shining with a thin layer of sweat. The scent of jasmine and rosehip filled his nostrils as dark, thick braids fell over his shoulders. Ammah’s breasts hung heavy and pendulous from his narrow chest, begging for the troll to suckle from the erect teats. Engi threw his arms around the djinn’s neck, his lips wrapping around a firm nipple. 

“Drink deep,” Ammah whispered. His furry claw gently caressed the troll’s cheek. 

The sweet taste of warm, fresh milk played across his tongue as he lapped greedily at the djinn’s offered breast. His blue lips were stained alabaster as he pulled himself from Ammah’s teat. A thin trickle of milk continued to dribble down the chocolate orb of his belly. Engi’s slender tail wagged, his thighs hugging Ammah’s wide hips as his attention turned to the djinn’s gravid middle. His belly was massively swollen, well into the djinn’s pregnancy. His clawed fingers groped feverishly at Ammah’s belly, finding the flesh soft and smooth. 

“Do you like my belly?” he heard the djinn ask. 

“Yes,” Engi replied without hesitation. “It’s the most beautiful belly I have ever seen.” His claws traveled over the orb of brown flesh, raising goose pimples along Ammah’s skin. The djinn purred in delight, his long dragon-like tail swaying behind him. 

Engi’s hands stopped just above the djinn’s thighs. Ammah’s claws came to rest on top of them. His golden eyes smoldered like liquid bronze. “I think your belly is beautiful too, Engi.”

“Y-You do?” the troll cried out. 

“Yes,” Ammah replied. His fingers ran through the shaggy fur to circle Engi’s distended navel. “Engi, I love you.”

The admission struck the troll like a battering ram. Shimmering, crystalline tears formed in Engi’s eyes, like sparkling diamonds set beside raw amethyst. His chest trembled as sobs choked his throat. “Y-You mean it?”

In answer, the djinn’s purple lips met his, kissing him gently. Tears trickled down his furry cheeks as Engi fought to keep from opening bawling. Wiping his eyes with his furry hands, he turned his gaze back on the djinn. 

“Ammah, do you know?” He looked away, a bloom of crimson staining his cheeks. “About trolls, I mean? Did Fereya ever tell you that sometimes, when we really love someone a-and it’s the right time of the month, we can… we can get pregnant again.”

Ammah’s fingers spread slowly over Engi’s ripe belly. “Engi.” His lips grazed the troll’s ear as he whispered. “I want you to have my baby.”

“Yes,” Engi shouted. He held the djinn tight in his arms. “Yes, Ammah. I want to have your baby! Take me now.”

His blossom spread, the petals slick with sweet nectar, begging for the djinn to plunge his throbbing, dark spear deep. Ammah rested his gravid belly on Engi’s stomach and guided his tip to the troll’s quivering labia. Engi trembled, his heart racing as the djinn’s cock began to stretch his pussy. Pain and pleasure bubbled in his brain like a heady wine, driving him crazy as Ammah thrust himself deep. The djinn’s iron hard pole slid effortlessly into Engi, penetrating him to the core. The troll’s fingers clamped hard around Ammah’s biceps, the brown flesh bulging.

Ah, yes,” troll wailed. “Oh, more, please!”

Ammah’s hips bucked, falling into a slow, gentle rhythm. Engi’s warm, wet snugness hugged his erect cock like a sleeve, the smooth, quivering muscles stroking him to ecstasy as he pushed in. The taut muscles of Ammah’s back tightened, the djinn’s back arching as he lifted with his hips. Then, his pelvis dipped, pulling back. His rod emerged, unsheathing from Engi’s dripping scabbard. His dark flesh was slick and shiny with the troll’s nectar, dribbling onto the bedspread as he suddenly rammed home once again. 

Engi’s belly lurched and the troll threw back his head. “O-Oh… Oh… A-Ammah, yes. Your cock is amazing.”

The djinn chuckled and took the troll’s risen pillar in his furry fingers. “I like your cock as well.”

“What? Oh, Ammah you mustn’t.” Engi’s fingers flew to his mouth and he turned away as the djinn brought his quivering rod closer to his purple lips. “No, i-it’s unseemly.”

“But, it’s a part of you,” the djinn whispered. His pink tongue slithered from his lips to caress that velvet tip. “The best part.”

Sparkling precum trickled freely from Engi’s tip, making Ammah’s lips shimmer in the moonlight as he kissed that sensitive male pillar. His lips traveled down Engi’s shaft, making the troll shiver as his body came alive. Every nerve was electric, his skin prickling as the djinn’s touch sent a thrill up his spine. Ammah’s hips slammed hard into his pubic bone, locking the pair in place as the djinn continued to grind himself into Engi. His balls churned, the first hot spurts of his virile seed began to fill Engi’s hungry womb. 

“Ah, ah! Ammah, release yourself!”

A flood of bubbling hot seed swelled in his belly, flooding his bloated womb. 

“Oh Ammah, I love you,” Engi screeched. 

“Who’s Ammah?”

The troll’s ears twitched. His eyes flew open to discover that the djinn was gone. No, he realized. Ammah was never here at all. Instead, there was just a cold ache in his loins and spurting, oozing trail of spent semen staining his bed. His battered pussy was bruised and stretched, thick white slime pooling from those crushed petals to mat the fur of his inner thigh. He gazed about the room, finding no one. 

“Tyronne?” He called. 

“Over here,” replied the skeer. He stood by the door. “Well, I gotta say, your were a tight little fuck.” He laughed and pulled up his jeans. 

“Wait,” Engi called, rolling onto his side. “Where are you going?”

The skeer shot him a look. “I’m out of here. I got work in the morning.”

The troll’s pointed ears drooped. “Well, can we just, I don't know, cuddle a little?”

This brought a cruel smile to the skeer’s face. “Look,” he said. “You were fun for an hour, but I got priorities.”

Propped up by one elbow, Engi frowned. “But before, you said I was beautiful. That I was more man than you had ever known and more woman than you had ever been with.”

The skeer snorted, and shook his antlered head. “And you really believed all that? Man, you really are full of it, you know.” He twirled his hand in the air. “I was just setting a mood.” He chuckled, slipping his shirt around his wide shoulders. “Don’t get me wrong. You’re not bad for an evening, but I’m not into some half-dude, half-lady like you. I mean, imagine what people would say? But hey, if you’re in the mood again, I might come around another night.” He flung open the door and stepped out into the hall. “See ya, Engi.”

“Oh, good-bye then,” Engi replied. The troll’s pointed ears drooped as he watched the skeer leave.

The door slammed shut and silence stole over the room. Engi lay on the bed, motionless. The moons fell behind a cloud, bathing the room in utter blackness. The warmth of the afterglow rapidly became a spreading chill that soaked him to the bone. His damp, sweaty fur felt cold, making the troll shiver. He snatched up the pillow and hugged it to his chest. Burying his face into the pillowcase, he began to cry. His body ached all over. He felt used, discarded. Was this how he made everyone else feel, he wondered? Engi drew his knees up to his belly, gradually lifting his red, puffy eyes from the soggy pillow. 

“Sis,” he whimpered. “Is this what love is? I don’t think I like it very much.” 

His claw reached out for the small lumin cube on the nightstand. Tapping the arcane box, he filled the room with a dull orange luminance. Beside the cube sat his phone. Engi grabbed it, thumbing quickly to a photo of his sister. Fereya was clad in a tight, blue tee shirt, her belly slipping out from beneath the hem of her top. Her wide hips were encased in a short, denim skirt that did little to conceal her growing bulge. Beside her, a familiar djinn laughed. Engi sighed and ran his claw along the delicate curve of Ammah’s cheek. 

“Sister, how I envy you,” Engi whispered. To Ammah, the troll said, “Ammah, I cannot do this any longer. I have to meet you. You invade my every thought.” He let the phone fall back onto the bed and he clasped the pillow tight once more. “I’ve felt so empty. None of these others can satisfy me like you.” He looked back at the glowing image of the laughing djinn. “It’s settled. I’m sorry Sis, but you’re just going to have to share.”

He tossed the pillow aside and sat up. A dark puddle was forming under his fat, furry ass, making his tawny fur matted and sticky. Engi paid it no mind. Instead, he snatched up his phone and spread his fingers over the screen. Ammah’s image ballooned, pushing out Fereya. 

“Ammah,” Engi said. His voice cracked with desire. “I’m coming for you.” His lip quivered and his hand shot to his engorged cock. “I-I’m coming for you. I’m c-coming f-for you.” His wrist pumped faster, his eyes never tearing away from the photo on his phone. “Ammah, I-I’m c-coming for y-you!” 

A thick string of fertile seed erupted from the troll’s shaft, splattering onto the carpet. Semen trickled down his purpled member, oozing into his fingers as he gasped for breath. 

“Yes, I’m coming for you,” he panted, placing the phone back down on the nightstand. He tapped the cube, bathing the bedroom in shadow. “Ammah,” he said, laying his head down on the bed. His eyes grew heavy, as sleep took him. “Will you come for me?” 

The clouds broke, illuminating the slumbering troll in their ethereal radiance. Engi’s lips curled into a lazy smile as his drifting thoughts were filled with a laughing, golden-eyed djinn.