I leaned back on the counter, my fat butt against the glass. The slick countertop was cool to my sweaty palms as I stared out the dingy front window. Beyond the neon lit sign with its red rocket logo, I watched as the cars passed with nary a sound. Slowly, I puffed my cheeks and blew a long, deep sigh.

“Oh I hope she gets here soon,” I whimpered. 

My stiff cock throbbed with eager anticipation. 

“Oh, that’s enough out of you,” I squawked. “You’ve caused enough problems as is.”

Suddenly, there came a shadow at my door. Instantly, my heart stopped and I whirled around, my golden eyes the size of saucers. Framed by the afternoon sun, I could not make out anything beyond a hazy silhouette. My heart continued to pound, thundering against my ribs as a cold sweat prickled my chocolate skin. A dark stain spread below the bustline of my dress as sweat pooled between my heaving breasts. 

“I-It’s fine,” I mumbled to myself. “Maybe they won’t come in.”

The door clicked as the bolt slid back. The chime above the door jiggled as that fateful portal swung open. Golden-white light spilled across the blue carpet, bringing with it the scents of car exhaust and the honks of passing traffic. My face blanched and I instinctively began to shrink back, my claws feebly scrabbling over my engorged manhood. 

“H-Hello,” I chirped. My ears drooped to my shoulders as I gave a pathetic attempt at a smile. “Um, welcome the Wind-Up Rocket.”

“And a good morrow to you, my lord,” came the lilting reply. 

There, framed in the doorway, was an angel made flesh. Her fur was a tawny gold that shimmered with a russet undercoat. A pair of heavy breasts were held snug within a single short-sleeved dress of deep navy. The buttons opened to reveal her ample cleavage while her swollen belly filed out the straining fabric above a pair of wide, round hips that made my mouth water. Just above the hem of her dress a fat pair of ripe pomegranates dangled below a pillar of raw flesh, while her full thighs descended to shapely calves that tapered into a pair of delicate clawed feet. She wore simple black and white sneakers that somehow only added to her charm. A long, slender tail swished behind her, tufted with a small scruff of tawny fur. My gaze wandered down her body, which suffice it to say, did little to help my current predicament. My cock throbbed, twitching like an excited puppy as this vision of beauty strode towards me. Her eyes swirled a scintillating fuschia, while her mouth curled into a mischievous grin. Black lips glistened wetly as she spoke in a high, clear voice. 

“You really did it this time,” Fereya laughed. Her eyes flashed with a wicked glee as she turned her gaze down at my erect penis. “Let me guess, you were reading those old fantasy books again?”

I stuck out my lower lip in a pout and nodded, tapping my claws together as I looked at her pitifully. 

Fereya placed a fist to her wide hip and sighed. “And you were fantasizing about being taken forcefully by the hero?”

“I-It’s not funny,” I whined. “Come on, I need help.”

“Looks like you had plenty of help,” she said with a grin. “So, was he big and strong?”

My heart gave a skip as I recalled Baerathorn. “F-Fereya, I--”

She was upon me now, her belly touching mine, shoving me back against the counter. Her swollen middle fluttered with the kicks of our unborn, making my own belly bubble in protest. I leaned back, my palms spreading across the cool glass as my love pressed herself into me. 

“Did he take you in his big, hard arms?” Her voice was a breathless whisper in my ear. My skin broke out in goosebumps as her lips grazed my furry lobe. “Crush you to his chest?” She purred softly into my ear, her breath hot and moist, filling me with desire. 

“Ugh, this isn’t helping,” I whimpered. My cock shuddered, a shimmering bead of fresh dew glinting from my tip.

Fereya placed a finger to my lips and would have kissed it had she not taken that sweet digit away. “Hush,” she said. “You know the rules.”

The troll smiled, her hands coming to rest on my shoulders. 

“I’ve already locked the door, Ammah. No one else is coming in here. It’s just you and me.”

She leaned in, her lips meeting mine in a soft, gentle kiss. Her fur smelled of jasmine and lavender, with just a hint of the spice of her own natural musk. My lips trembled, parting to take her offered mouth. Fereya’s eyes fell closed as my tongue met her fangs. Her jaws parted, our tongues meeting, flicking against one another as we lapped at our hungry mouths. We twined in mid-air, a thin trickle of saliva running down my chin as Fereya’s hands slid down my arms. Her clawed palms atop mine, She pressed her belly hard into my gravid middle. Our bloated wombs shivered in protest while our breasts squished together, popping the top buttons of my dress. 

Fereya’s mouth slid down my chin, gliding along my supple throat to plunge into my cleavage. I groaned softly, falling back so that my dear love could lay claim to my heaving chest. Her nimble claws flew to my dress, working the buttons with a practiced ease. 

“My, Ammah,” she laughed. “You really need to stop wearing a front clasping bra.”

She plucked open my olive dress, letting my bloated breasts hang free. Held back by a thin bra of black lace, those wobbling orbs glistened like ripened fruit in the afternoon sun. A mocha sheen reflected in the fuschia eyes of the troll, now growing wide with desire. My pregnant belly swelled from my middle, a vast orb of chocolate flesh, the taut skin smooth as silk. Her clawed fingers traced a wondrous path up my belly, a ripple traveling up my spine as she cupped my milk-heavy breasts in her hands. 

“And why is that?” I dared to ask. 

A wry grin spread across the face of the troll. “It’s just too easy to undo.” She hooked the clasp with one finger and unsnapped my bra. Shrugging my slender shoulders I let my bra and dress tumble to the floor. My bare breasts sagged pendulously atop my pregnant belly and I quickly wrapped an arm over my jiggling chest. 

“You have disrobed me,” I sighed. 

Fereya’s hands were on my hips, her fingers dipping seductively between my thighs. I felt her claws pluck at the thin black cotton of my panties as she tugged my underwear down. My cock, a quivering lance of dark flesh, studded with ropey veins, trembled as her warm fingers edged ever closer. The tips of her claws grazed my plump underside, sending an electric thrill racing through me. My mouth quivered as I let out a sharp gasp. 

“Oh my,” I heard her say. “You’ve certainly got a bad one.”

Her lithe fingers curled around my throbbing shaft, her lips coming closer to mine. My fangs bared themselves as I let loose a hiss, for Fereya had begun to gently stroke me. 

“A-Ah,” I groaned from deep in my belly. “Ngh, Fereya that’s--”

“Shh,” she whispered and planted her lips to mine, sealing my weak protest with a kiss that stole the breath from my aching lungs. 

Her warm, soft tongue slithered between my sagging jaws to slide against the roof of my mouth. I sighed through my nose, my knees buckling as I struggled to hold myself upright against the counter with only my hands. My long tail flopped on the floor like a dead thing and my ears drooped against my shoulders like a pair of flags with the wind dead. Faster now, Fereya continued to stroke me. Hot desire boiled like molten lead in my belly, my heart fluttering wildly. My cock pulsed in her hand, growing harder and fatter as my lust swelled. My balls churned, bubbling with fresh seed, yet not willing to release. 

“A-Ah, Fereya,” I gasped. “I-I can’t… This isn’t helping.”

The troll leaned back, a stunned expression creeping over her features. “It’s not?” she giggled, placing a hand to her cheek. “Oh dear, then you must be really out of sorts.” Smiled, her eyes narrowing as her white fangs slid from black lips. “I’ll have to resort to more drastic measures.”

She released her hold on my rigid member and snatched up her purse. Her hand thrust deep into the bag, producing a slender gold tube. I watched as Fereya undid the cap and twisted, bringing a crimson obelisk to rise. Slowly, she looked at me, her fuschia eyes ablaze as she let her full, black lips part with a wet pop. Taking the lipstick to her honeyed mouth, she painted those perfect lips a rich, vibrant vermillion. 

“I hope you like red, Ammah,” she said. 

“I-I love red,” I stammered. My heart hammered my ribs, my swollen belly heaving with every gasping breath. 

She smiled, her ruby lips spreading in a wide, crimson line on her tawny face. “That’s good.” She lowered herself to her knees. Her hands on my hips, her hot breath billowing on my throbbing rod, she traced a finger along my shaft and said, “Because I’m about to stain this pretty cock of yours scarlet.”

My spine snapped back with a painful arch as the wind was blasted from my lungs. Fereya’s tongue slithered from between her lips to circle my spongy, velvet tip. My legs buckled, collapsing beneath my gravid weight as I sank to the floor. My fat ass squeaked against the glass as I slid to the carpet, my shoulders still braced against the counter, I let my fat thighs spread as Fereya slid between my legs. My pregnant belly towered above me, blocking her from my view, but the whipping of her slender tail told me that she was there. Not that I needed to see her, for her hot, wet mouth was busy feasting upon my manhood. 

Her lips touched my shaft, the sharp, wet snap echoing in the empty shop as she kissed my swollen member. Her mouth trailed up my rod, lips leaving behind a crimson wake as she crested my throbbing tip. Her nimble tongue slid from her mouth, lapping at the bitter dew which glistened there, plunged deep to swirl around my urethra. My body trembled, overcome by the heady pleasure, so that I had to fling my arms back, clinging to the counter as a man might cling to a piece of driftwood lest he be swept away. For I was fast becoming lost on that turbulent sea of such giddy pleasure. My belly heaved and roiled as I sobbed in ecstasy. With a practiced hand, Fereya cupped my balls. Her fingers curled gently, embracing my engorged testicles like a pair of ripe plums, bursting with sweet, virile juice. My jewels clasped in her palm, her fingertips tickled the back of my scrotum, stroking my plump perineum so that I raised my hips with a thin mewl. With her other hand, the troll let her sharp claws glide down my shaft, swirling at the base and rising again. 

“O-Oh,” I moaned. “T-This isn’t helping, but o-oh… This feels so good.”

“It’s about to get better,” she whispered. 

Her warm tongue slid up my shaft, swirling around my throbbing pole, leaving my taut flesh slick and shiny with her saliva. She enveloped my tip, her tongue folding around me, guiding my member to her open jaws. My world evaporated in a shriek of such delight that tears began to flow down my cheeks. Fereya’s lips wrapped around my cock, clamping down hard as the troll’s face plummeted into my pelvis. Her button nose with its glinting ring of gold, plunged into my tangle of thick pubic fur, inhaling my musky odor. Fereya drank deep, passions stirring within her as my scent filled her lungs. The troll pulled back, her tongue slithering around my shaft as she reached my tip, only to come sliding back down again. I placed my hands on my belly, my stomach swelling as I gasped for breath. Meanwhile, my love continued to suckle at my rod. Sweat rolled down my cheeks, making my chocolate skin shimmer as I fought back the urge to scream my love for all the world to hear.

“Oh, Fereya,” I cried. “O-Oh f-fuck…”

I panted in fevered desperation, my mind boiling as my love sought to drain me. Yet, still my body would not release. My cock twitched, spurting its shimmering precum to splatter onto her tongue, but I would give her my seed. Not yet. Fereya pulled back, her lips parting from my slick groin with an audible pop, and sat up. 

“You really want it, don’t you,” she laughed. Suddenly, she gave a start. “Oh my, how thoughtless of me.” 

Her claws scrabbling at the buttons of her dress, she tugged the garment up over her wide hips. Her swollen male sex -- for like all her species, she was a natural hermaphrodite -- bounced within a pair of pink cotton panties. Fereya pulled her dress over her head and flung the garment aside. Next, came the bra and underwear. Kicking off her shoes, she crouched naked before me. My eyes smarted from the sheer beauty of the creature before me. Her tawny fur shone in the afternoon sun like spun gold. Her belly, gravid and swollen with our love, distended forward, a wobbling globe beneath two bloated breasts, their dark purple nipples erect and begging to be plucked. I saw the faint hint of a blush suffuse the troll’s cheeks and by the labor of her breath, I knew that she too was falling under the spell of unbridled lust. Her arms flew for my neck, her pregnant belly pressing into mine. Bare flesh met soft fur, rubbing together so that my mind did lose itself to passion. My claws seized her fleshy hips, fingers digging into her fat rump as the troll’s hard nipples glided across my bare skin. 

My mouth sought her throat. Claiming the supple curve, I suckled her flesh, my lips descending to fill the hollow of her collarbone as she took my head in her hands. My teeth found a bud of ripe flesh and I bit down hard on her nipple. Fereya let out a pained squeal, her body growing rigid as I pulled back. Letting her nipple slide from my clenched jaws, I watched gleefully as her breast jiggled softly. My tongue lolled from my lips, seeking to reclaim that sweet, dark soil. Her bumpy areola was soft and tangy with her sweat as I swirled around her nipple. 

“Oh Ammah,” she moaned. “Ngh, yes.” 

Fereya’s gravid body seethed in my hands, every muscle tensing as one beneath my fingers. 

“It’s been so long,” she said. “Too long.”

It had been a long time, I realized. How long ago had it been when just the two of us were together? I kissed her sternum, my hot face seeking the comfort between her breasts before I sank down to her swollen belly. Taking the troll in my arms, I pushed my heavy frame from the counter, sending us both toppling to the floor in a tangle of questing limbs. Our sweating, heaving forms tumbled over the carpet, entwining as we danced to the primal rhythm of life. Buoyed on that intoxicating sea, we gave ourselves wholly to our passions. Lips and teeth met raw, succulent flesh as I found her offered throat. 

I felt her gravid body tremble, her muscles tightening and then, like a spring uncoiling, she surrendered. Her long, shapely limbs stretched luridly, enticing me to dip my muzzle between her heaving breasts. My hands slid down her curving sides, falling to her round hip as I turned my face towards my love. Her furry claws cupped my cheeks, her eyes swirling in the sunlight, seemingly drawing me in as she held me there. Her fingertips glided across my face, forcing my eyes to close as she touched my fluttering lids. The smooth rasp of skin wafted into my ears as Fereya traced my jaw, her finger sliding around my lips before she took my long, furry ears in her hands. Ripples of pure delight cascaded down my spine as she stroked my ears. We djinn, I need not remind you, just adore our ears being pampered. My long tail curled above me, swishing happily as I laid my pregnant belly on top of hers.

Our bellies lashed out, our broods growing fitful within our bloated wombs as we pressed together. Fereya descended, her claws cupping my fat breasts, her fingers scratching my chocolate belly as she seized my hips. I shoved myself up from her, bracing myself on one hand as I ran my finger between her sagging tits, to crest the swell of her ripened middle. With my claws, I circled her navel, scratching through her shaggy, golden fur. She sighed through her nose and laid her arms back behind her head, offering herself to me. My hands trailed up her slender arms, my head lowering to the wobbling orb which sat before me. Her breasts, how they had changed. Once, the troll was a lean, slender creature, her chest set with two blushing apricots. Now, her breasts hung heavy and pendulous, almost as big as mine. The swollen orb jiggled playfully in my clawed hand as I brought the glistening nipple to my mouth. My lips wrapped around her engorged tit, my tongue circling slowly around her areola. The faint taste of fresh milk glazed my tongue, offering with it the sweet tang of her salty flesh. My head spun as I sucked at that hardened nub. My other hand flew her free breast, fingers groping for her erect nipple. Fereya moaned, her body growing hot beneath me as I plucked that rigid bud. I pinched and twisted, pain and ecstatic pleasure bubbling over inside her as she cried out. 

“A-Ah, yes,” she cried. 

Her arm wrapped around my neck, dragging me into her as I lapped at her milky breast. At last, I tore myself from her heaving bosom, leaving her purple nipple glistening and wet with my saliva. Panting, I sat up, my golden gazing meeting her fuschia eyes. Her hand spread across the carpet. Caught in the sun’s glare, her fur was set ablaze. A golden angel sprawled across a bed of azure. Through the windows, the heat lines wobbled and danced, forming the backdrop for our love. My claws slid out, clasping hers, squeezing tight. Together, we held that embrace, neither speaking, neither daring to look away. The shadow of a truck passed by, throwing us into cool darkness. The honk of a horn broke the still air, but we would not budge.

“I love you,” came the hoarse whisper which rattled from my throat.

“I know,” she replied. Her hand came up to my face, stroking my brown cheek. “I know.”

My cock throbbed, painfully erect. My hips bucked of their own accord. With my knee, I parted her thighs, my pelvis pressing into her as my belly began to rub against her middle. Slowly, her fur tingled against my bare skin. I gulped for air, my pace quickening. My cock slid through her soft, downy fur, pulsing as I grew faster. My bloated breasts sagged from my chest, flopping wildly as I bucked faster. My nipples, hardened with arousal, tickled against the fur of her belly. Suddenly, fat, white droplets emerged, raining down upon that swollen orb to mat into her fur. Fereya smiled and worked her fingers into the sticky, white mess while my milk continued to flow. 

“Oh my,” I heard her purr. 

Fresh milk spattered her chest, running in thick rivulets to fill the hollow of her collarbone until her cup runneth over. Twin streams fell down on either side of her neck to adorn her with a white necklace that would pool onto the carpet. My skin shiny with sweat, I pressed my cock against her, my urge to embrace her lighting a fire in my gut. Fereya took my leaking teet in her claws, drawing it to her mouth. Her gentle lips wrapped around my bumpy, dark areola, her tongue lapping the sweet nectar from my bloated breast. My belly resting against hers, I arched my back, raising my face to the ceiling, relishing the sensation of my love suckling me. Her belly churned beneath me, growing fuller, rounder, as she gorged herself on my milk. I bit my lip, my tail wagging as I thought of how my own milk would nourish our unborn within her. My hand fell to her belly, sliding around the gravid hump to dip between her soft thighs. Nestled beneath her balls, her pussy was slick and hot. My fingers probed her dripping petals, my fur soaking with her fragrant nectar.

“You are so ready,” I said.

Fereya released my sagging tit with a soft gasp as I stroked her puffy lips. My fingers came back sopping with her juices. The scent of her musk filled my nostrils. Bringing my hand to my face, I would pop each finger in my mouth, slurping the thick dew from my hand one at a time. My heart hammered, I had to have more. A trickle of milk splashed down my belly as I pushed myself back. 

Inflamed by my love, I would descend, my lips playing across the ripe swell of her pregnant belly, falling ever lower to the rich tangle of thick pubic fur which beckoned to me. My pulse pounded in my temples as I took up her rigid member. That purple rod of hot, hard flesh throbbed in my furry hands, and my mouth turned to cotton for my desire to wrap my lips around that velvet tip. How I longed to savor the shimmering dew which trailed down that plump shaft. To suckle that spongy head until I grew drunk on her sweet, virile wine. To let her seed fill my gravid belly. My lip quivering I opened my mouth and took her ripe flesh in my jaws. The salty tang of her sweat and the bitterness of her precum played over my tongue as I nibbled at her shaft. Fereya arched her back, moaning audibly as I planted my hot kisses to her engorged member. Her throbbing cock in my hands, I glided up her vein studded tower to plant my sweet lips to her bulbous tip. The troll shuddered, releasing a shimmering spurt to run freely down her purple shaft. Gently, I kissed her tip, pausing only to lick away that shining bead before I slid down to her fat scrotum. 

Her balls churned in my claws. The size of two small cantaloupes, the troll’s swollen testicles stretched the purpled flesh of her sack. Cupping one heavy ball in my hands, I parted my jaws, my fangs biting into her like a fresh apple. Fereya grabbed for own breast, her thumb working her erect nipple. Her belly heaved with her gasps as she bit down on her lower lip to keep from crying out. 

“Ngh, that’s amazing,” she grunted. 

My tongue lolled like a fat, pink worm as it slid across the smooth, tight flesh. My claws wrapped around her cock, stroking her into a state of wailing pleasure as I slowly lifted her scrotum to reveal her treasure. Fereya spread her golden thighs to give me her offered chalice. My eyes grew wide as I beheld her cup overflow. Swollen petals dripped with fresh nectar, their cloying aroma filling my nostrils with her pungent musk. Her labia glistened, ripe and ready, their delicate bloom opening like a flower to the morning sun. Fereya’s cheeks flared scarlet, her fuschia gaze eying me from behind heavy lids. 

“Ammah,” she whispered. “Are you just going to stare at it? You’re making me blush.”

I licked my dry lips, fighting back the lump that grew in my throat. My trembling claws came to rest upon her silky thighs, the fur soft and warm to my touch as I spread open. My muzzle came down, slowly, carefully. Her heat was scorching, the scent of her body intoxicating. My pregnant belly sagged to the floor as I brought my hungry mouth to her honeyed lips. Then, with a fatal lunge, I did press my lips to hers in a kiss that stole the very breath from Fereya’s lungs. The troll let out a rattling cry, her head slamming back against the floor as sweet, utter ecstasy invaded every inch of her. With my tongue, I traced her delicate lobes, tasting the sweet nectar which flowed from her gaping pussy. The soft, wet popping of my eager mouth echoed over the faint whimpered of my love as I sought her swollen clit. I flicked the hard bud, taking it between my teeth, rolling it over my fangs. Fereya shuddered, her cries growing ever more enrapt as I bit down, sending a wave of pain and pleasure to sweep her away as I thrust my wanting tongue deep. Her smooth, wet walls clung to my tongue, closing around me, guiding me to her trembling core. Her shimmering nectar poured down my throat as I gulped with a fevered relish, drinking deeply of her flowing wine. Shimmering fluid seeped down my chin to dribble onto the carpet as I let my mouth hang open, my tongue squirming and writhing like a living thin as I stroked my fair Fereya into whimpering ecstasy. 

“A-Ah, Ammah,” she wailed. Her back arched, her rump rising off the floor as she let loose a scream of giddy elation. “Oh, please… Please, I can’t take it anymore.”

Tears streamed from her hot face as she looked at me, her eyes glazing as passion swelled within her. My heart thundering, I pulled back. Wiping the dew from my chin, I beheld her. Her golden body gleamed in the bright sunlight, her thighs spread before me. Fereya sighed, placing her claws to her inner thighs and pushed her legs wide. Her wet, slick pussy gaped before me. My cock throbbed, compelling me to enter that forbidden fortress. My fingers came to her legs, sliding up her thighs to caress the rise of her mons venus. Fereya gazed at me over the hump of her gravid belly, her eyes glistening with such love that I had to blink away the tears as my claw stroked her tender petals. 

I traced the purple lobes of her slick cunny. “You were always my princess,” I muttered, my voice thick. 

Fereya’s crimson lips spread in a slight smile. “It is ever a woman’s duty to be the sheath for her hero’s sword.”

“Is that from a book?” I asked. 

The troll’s fangs flashed from between her lips. “It can, if you want it to.”

I chuckled and shook my head. “No,” I said. “This is better than any book.”

Her soft thighs filling my palms, I came in. My cock pressed to her open lips, parting her labia as I entered her. Fereya gave a shuddering gasp as my rigid shaft buried itself deep, filling her so perfectly with my raw, pulsing flesh. My belly met hers, our gravid middles swelling against each other as we became one. 

“Take me, my love,” she sighed. 

I slid my hands to her knees, pushing her legs back to her shoulders. Taking a deep breath, my hips bucked and I began to thrust.