The bed groaned beneath our gravid weight, while above the bed, I groaned. My swollen belly was an engorged orb of taut, chocolate flesh, shining with a soft, yellow radiance in the pale glow of the lumen cube. My golden hued form baked in the sweet afterglow as Fereya leaned across me, draping her arm around my neck. 

“Mmm, my poor hubby,” she whispered. “All tuckered out after a long day.”

“Hubby?” My ears swiveled. “Since when am I your ‘hubby?’”

The troll sat up suddenly as if she had been struck. Her tawny fingers flew to her mouth, her fuchsia eyes wide. “Why, Ammah dear, how could you say such a thing after we’ve been married for ten years?”

“Fereya, I… Wait, what do you mean?”

But before I could offer another word, her hand was over my eyes. 

“Fereya, what are you doing?”

“Hush now,” she giggled. “It’s my turn. Open your eyes, sweetheart.”

Her hand came away, leaving me to flutter my eyelids. The warm sun was casting through the open windows. Framed by the long, pink curtains the faint oranges and reds were fast fading into the purple and blue of the coming evening. I was standing in the middle of the bedroom, her bedroom, our bedroom. The same carpet rustled beneath my hooves, while the same white walls enclosed the space. 

“Fereya, your fantasy seems a bit lacking,” I laughed. I was expecting something more akin to the wild fantastic realms the troll made up when we played tabletop games together. What was it last time? I could recall trees that were taller than skyscrapers, made of crystal. Yes, that was it, with golden dragonfly mounts and lances of purest obsidian. I had to find out where she got her ideas. 

“Maybe you should look harder, dear,” came a playful lilt which snapped me from my reverie. 

I turned, examining the bedroom closer. Gone were the familiar posters of our favorite movies, replaced with floral prints of pastel and watercolor. The furniture was big, solid oak with brass handles. A massive dresser loomed beside me, glowering at a wardrobe that stretched to the ceiling. But, the king, as always, was our grand bed. And what a monarch it was. A massive four-poster with an overstuffed mattress. The blankets had been replaced with a spongy quilt of delicate pink adorned with white flowers. 

“Fereya, I never expected you to be so, how should I say it? Delicate? Feminine?”

“Why, honey, I’m surprised,” she said. 

I turned, my ears pricking straight up in awe-struck wonder. There she stood, clad in a red dress. The hem stopped just above the knee to allow her shapely calves to extend to the floor where her clawed feet were encased in a pair of red, shiny pumps. White polka dots spotted her garment, accentuating the ripe swell of her maternal girth in such a way that I felt my manhood straining against the thin cotton of my black skirt. My black skirt? I turned my gaze down to find that I too had changed. Gone were my sagging, milk-heavy breasts, wobbling above a gravid belly, swollen with my unborn. Instead, my flat chest and stomach were swathed in a white, button down shirt, complete with a striped tie around my neck. My wide, round hips were contained within a smart, black skirt. I was happy that my love had remembered a djinn’s dislike of having our furry legs covered. 

“Um, Fereya,” I stammered, looking back up at my love. “You look different.”

“I do?” She chirped. A string of pearls surrounded her slim neck, trailing down the deep cleft of her plunging neckline where her full, golden breasts heaved with every breath. “Why, I know what it is dear,” she said with a laugh that sent a thrill up my spine. Her clawed hand rose to pat the riot of bronze curls which flowed from her head and I could not miss the sparkling glint of the diamond set within a golden band around her finger. “I got my hair done today. Do you like it?”

A stray lock fell across her face, guiding my vision to rest upon her fuchsia eyes. Those swirling, mischievous orbs glinted with their barely contained mirth. Her black, button nose flared, the golden ring which pierced her septum gleamed in the waning sunlight. 

“I, um, I like it,” I mumbled. “I like it alot.”

Fereya’s face lit up in such a way that my heart nearly melted on the spot. With a clap of her clawed hands, she threw herself at me. Hard, strong arms were around my neck, her lips grazing my chin, seeking my mouth. The scents of lilac and sweet rose tickled my nostrils, carrying with them the fragrant odor of her own body. A sharp, metallic aroma, like fresh static electricity, making my head swim as I wound my arms around her ample waist. Her fur tingled beneath my fingertips as I came to cup her delicate cheek. Her head turned, rising to meet my lips in a kiss which stole my very breath away. Her mouth, painted a cheery crimson, claimed my hungry lips for her own. Fereya lifted a foot, her toes pointing behind her as she pressed her belly into my flat stomach. Her tongue, nimble and pink, darted from between her lips, sliding along my fangs, searching for a way to slither deep into my mouth. My jaws willingly parted, allowing her to slip in. 

“Mmm,” I moaned through my nose as she glided across my palate. 

Fereya’s tongue curled around mine, while mine, in turn, would meet her challenge. Around and around, we twirled and twisted, slithering back and forth as I plummeted down into her hot, wet maw, her jaws slick and sweet. My hands, grasping at her hips, fingers digging into the jiggling flesh of her padded rump, descended. Eager fingers grabbed at the hem of her dress, pulling the garment up her legs which were encased in a pair of black nylon stockings. My cock surged against my zipper, desiring to leap free as my hands found the buckles of her garter belt. 

“Oh, Fereya,” I sighed. My mouth pulled away from her ruby lips, leaving her panting. “You really do know what I like.”

“Of course I do,” she answered. “After ten years, I should know my own husband.”

Her belly swirled around my abdomen, filling me with a sense of utter elation. The distended hump of her navel circled my bellybutton as she reached up to undo the knot of my tie. 

“You must have had such a rough day,” she said softly. My tie fluttered to the floor, her fingers fast at work now on the buttons of my collar. “I never thank you enough, dear, for all that you do for us.”

“Us?” I said. “Who is us?”

The troll’s lips curled into that wry grin of hers. “Why me and the baby, sweetie. You know that.”

I placed my hands on her ripe belly. “Oh, right, dear. How silly of me.” 

But I was in for another surprise when she clasped my hands in hers. 

“Not that one,” she giggled. “The other one. Little Agni, down the hall.”

“Agni?” My ears swiveled forward. 

“Of course,” Fereya replied. “Remember? We agreed on a trollish name.”

I thrust a fist into my hip and huffed, “I don’t remember that at all, dear. I wanted a djinn name.”

But, the cunning devil that was my one and only merely laughed. A slender finger found itself on my nose and the laughing fiend then said, “And I don’t remember asking.”

Laughter erupted within the bedroom as we both began to tremble in mirth. 

“Oh, that was good,” I said. “Real married couple stuff there.”

“I know,” Fereya said, wiping a tear from her eye. “But seriously, it’s going to be Agni.”

“We’ll see,” I replied. 

“Oh, you’ll see plenty, dear.” The troll’s tone informed me that it was not all play. “Now, where were we?”

My fingers traced the golden scruff of her chin, gliding down the curve of her neck. Her throat bobbed, the flesh sliding beneath my fingers as I traveled down the oasis of her collarbone. There I circled that holy cup, my lips desiring nothing more than to fill that chalice with my honeyed kisses. Her breasts, swollen with her fresh milk, rose before me. Twin globes of golden dough for my fingers to knead. Her deep neckline left little to the imagination, her heaving breasts bulging from the taut fabric to fill my palms as I laid my hands upon them. Fereya’s lips pursed as she let out faint coo. Her bra, black, shiny, holding her back from me, did little to prevent her erect nipples from rising as two firm buds eager for me to pluck them. 

“Mmm, honey,” she sighed. “I love the way you do that.”

My fingers had dipped below her dress, claws prying back the stiff support of her cups. My heart leapt into my throat as I found ripe, furry flesh. I plunged, taking her heaving bosom in my hands, my lips attacking her throat. 

“Oh, honey,” she groaned. You’re so fierce. But, let’s not be too loud. I don’t want little Agni to wake up.”

My mouth suckled her neck, dropping into the deep ravine of her collarbone. Meanwhile, Fereya’s hands clutched at my back. Claws scraped down my spine, the rustle of fabric setting my ears to tingle as she now grasped my belt. With a zip of leather, my belt was cast to the floor beside my tie. Her hands came up, taking me by the cheeks, lifting my head up to look me in the eyes. 

“You’re hungry tonight, dear,” she whispered. “I spent all day making dinner, just for you.”

“You did?” I said through the wet smack of our lips meeting. “Oh, what did you make?”

Fereya claimed my mouth, pulling back with the soft pop of shimmering saliva. “Only your favorite, sweetie. A lovely roast, with carrots, potatoes and that special seasoning you like.”

My dragon-like tail began to wag. I found myself taking her belly in my hands, my fingers gently stroking the taut, soft orb within that red and polka dot garment. “Honey, you treat me so well.”

The troll leaned close, her lips brushing my furry ear. An electric thrill raced down my spine, setting my brain alight as she puffed a gentle breath into my ear. 

“I would do anything for you.” Her voice poured into my ear like a dark, rich wine. My head swam, the pulse pounding in my temples. My hands, numbed with giddy delight, clung desperately to her wide, round hips. Fereya smiled, her voice a melody that played across my fevered brain. She licked her ruby lips, full and shimmering as she whispered, “Anything.”

My claws wrenched her skirt over her hips, exposing her fleshy rump within its confines of black silk. Her thighs, like burnished gold, filled her stockings, begging for me to plumb those forbidden depths. Fereya pressed her lips against my trembling mouth before she rose, allowing the full, heavy swell of her pendulous breasts to hang before my face. The sweetness of her perfume mingling with that of the tangy musk of her body was absolutely intoxicating. The damp, bitter aroma of her sweat wafted from the quavering crevasse between those heaving mounds, calling to me to bury my face into those golden pillows. 

“Perhaps dear,” she said, her hands on my shoulders. “We should skip dinner tonight and go straight to dessert?”

“Sounds wonderful, dear,” I replied. “What are we having?”

The troll grinned. “[i]You[/i] are going to have a very special treat.” She reached behind her, thrusting her breasts into my face as she arched her back. I heard the faint metallic zing of a zipper being pulled down and her dress slid from her ample frame. Pooling around her ankles, she stepped from the cast aside garment to stand before me, clad in nothing but her tantalizing lingerie. “A very special treat indeed,” she sighed. 

She raised her arms up over her head, lifting her bloated breasts to casually sway above her pregnant belly. My eyes could not resist but to fall to the fat bulge within her panties. Her manhood, that purple rod of throbbing pleasure, was poking out above the waistband, her spongy tip like the head of serpent emerging its den while below, the fat pomegranates of her balls, churning ever so with their tempting promise, strained the fabric of her underwear. A silk garter belt wound around her furry hips, the thin straps holding up her sheer stockings, begging me to swirl my trembling claws beneath the crisp fabric. I licked my lips, suddenly finding myself in the mood for something sweet and tempting. 

“You’ve had a rough day, lover,” Fereya said. She placed a hand on my chest. Slowly, I felt myself tumbling backwards onto the bed. The troll clambered above me, the bed springs shrieking beneath our weight as she drew her honeyed lips to mine. “I want you to relax. Let me make you feel all better.”

[i]Thump, Thump[/i]

Her pumps struck the carpet. “Those old things,” she chuckled. “They make my feet ache, but I wear them just for you.” With a slender finger, she caressed my furry ear, making my scalp tingle. “I know how much you love the way my ass sticks out when I wear them.”

Her crimson mouth crested my chin, her lips gliding along the smooth curve of my throat to dip below my collar. 

“This won’t do at all,” she said with a flick of her slender tail. Her fingers worked at the buttons, parting the folds of my white shirt to reveal the brown expanse of my chest. “Mmm, that’s better.”

My flat, muscled torso gently rose and fell with my breath, chocolate skin swimming over the light ripples of my belly. Fereya’s gravid middle pressed against my own, the fur tickling my stomach as she slid herself back. Her lips fell to pepper my chest with her kisses, seeking out the fine chocolate drop that was my erect nipple. Her mouth encircled that firm nub, her tongue flicking, lapping, swirling endlessly until I could no longer hold back the deep groan of such utter contentment. 

“O-Oh, Fereya.”

“That mean boss is keeping you so late,” she whimpered. “Did he make you work overtime again?”

My eyes snapped open. “Oh, um, yes. Yes, that overstuffed rat made me stay and work on the reports again.”

“Oh,” her lip thrust out in a pout, making my cheeks bloom. “Poor dear. You work so hard. Let me help you relax.”

She slipped from my chest, traversing the ripples of my stomach. Her claws spread across my skin, fingertips swirling around, claws digging so achingly wonderfully into my flesh. I moaned softly, my eyes closing. As I opened them again, I saw the vast round hump of my pregnant belly swelling above my wobbling breasts. 

“That feels good,” I said. 

Fereya’s claws slid around my belly, circling that chocolate sphere as she placed her lips to my navel. 

“Hush now, dear,” she whispered. “Just close your eyes.”

I did as the troll asked, plunging back into our little married fantasy. It was not so bad, all things considered. Fereya was reaching for my skirt. My cock strained painfully erect against the steel teeth of my zipper, crying out for release as the troll began to unzip me. My manhood sprang free as she tugged my skirt to my hooves, then finally dropping it to the floor. That veined pillar of throbbing, dark flesh loomed, an obelisk of masculine glory demanding to be touched. Fereya’s gasp was audible as the troll reached for my rigid member. Her cheeks blossomed as red as her painted lips, her fuchsia eyes bright with expectation as she gently caressed my throbbing pole. Elation swept over me, like a giddy tide which threatened to carry me off into that wine dark sea of purest bliss as her fingers traced my plump undershaft. Her claws found my balls, twin apricots of churning promise. Fattened with fresh seed, they awaited their moment, eager to release themselves into her ever hungry womb. 

The troll’s fingers curled slowly around my cock and she began to stroke. Up, down, never stopping, but building me into a frothing boil of agonizing delight as ripples raced up my spine like an electric spark. 

“O-Oh… Ah, that’s so good,” I panted. 

My chocolate flesh had been kissed by a slick sheen of sweat as I writhed in tormented ecstasy. My balls churned, shimmering dew beading upon my tip, glistening opalescent like a fine jewel in the pale glow of the lumen cube. Fereya’s thumb and forefinger came to my spongy tip, kneading that velvet spear as her other hand fell down my shaft close around the base. Slowly, her lower hand rose, gliding up my quivering manhood, sliding back down, all the while she would never cease to massage my leaking tip. I squeezed my eyes shut, lost in total ecstasy as the troll pressed my cock to her belly. Her fur tingled softly against my sensitive flesh as she rose, letting me slip gently down her round stomach. 

“I know how much you enjoy this,” she said.

“I do,” I groaned in reply. “You always knew what I liked.”

The troll giggled. “I know, dear. “We’ve been together this long, haven’t we?”

Not waiting for my reply, Fereya stooped her fine, tawny head. Her bronze curls hung over her face, but her eyes seemed to burn through those tousled locks like two molten embers as her lips met my tip. I opened my mouth to let out a cry of jubilation, but the breath caught my throat as she licked that bead of pungent dew from my gaping urethra. Her lips circled my shaft, her claws seeking my scrotum as she plunged. Her tongue slithered around my cock, lapping the plump undershaft, savoring the musky salt tang of my sweat as she crashed into the bristling tangle of my pubic fur. She paused, inhaling my scent, drawing my rich essence deep into her lungs before she pulled back. Her lips closed around my shaft, milking me as she came to my tip. Then, with a sudden ferocity, she plummeted once again. Her fingers cupped my balls, slipping beneath the crinkling flesh of my sack to claim my plumping perineum. I arched my back, letting out a whooshing cry as her fingers stroked my chocolate flesh. 

“A-Ah, honey,” I wailed. “T-That’s amazing, but I… but I…”

She pulled her lips from my cock, leaving her scarlet stain upon my manhood. “Don’t be thinking of going off just yet, dear.”

Fereya grasped my pillar once again, her fingers stroking, gliding along the veined flesh, soothing my building desires. I gulped at the cool evening air, willing myself to remain in control, if only for a little longer as the troll clambered on top of me. Her belly slid against my trembling groin, threatening to bring me to climax then and there if not for the gentle sway of her heavy breasts. My fingers played along the lacy seam of her bra, traveling up her slender arms to take her by the shoulders. Jiggling flesh pressed against my chest as I followed the thin straps to find the metal buckle of her bra. With a deft snap, her underwear came free in my hands. Fereya pushed herself back, her honey-gold orbs tumbling freely to her swollen belly, while her black cups remained in my claws. Why on earth did they invent these things, I wondered? The straps dug into your back, the underwire hurt and they always kept your hands from all the fun. With an almost disgusted air, I tossed the hateful garment from my sight.

Meanwhile, my dear Fereya was lowering herself once more. Her sagging breasts hung heavy. Freed from the confines of her bra, her nipples poked through the golden fur, purple rods of sweet joy, candied droplets to make my mouth water. Her nipples brushed my skin as they swayed gently and my claws hungered to pluck them like ripe cherries. 

“Take them,” purred Fereya. “Go on. I know you want to.” 

Her breasts hung before my face, the sweet scent of her perfume mingled with the heady aroma of her sweaty musk as I grasped one of those blessed globes. My trembling hands parted the damp fur, revealing a bumpy circle of purple flesh. The scent of fresh milk tickled my nose, compelling me to wrap my lips around that heavy teat. My tongue flicked at that erect nub, lapping and swirling until at last I bit. Fereya gave a pained gasp as the warm sweetness began to flow. At first it was no more than a few tender drops upon my tongue, as intoxicating as a fine wine. But then, with the troll’s excited breaths came the flood. Warm milk poured from her breast, filling my mouth so that I gulped with gleeful relish. My cheeks puffed, a thin trickle of white streamed down my chin to dribble across my chest as I drank of my lover’s essence. 

“Such a greedy baby, you are,” she cried. Her back arched, pressing her belly into me, raising her chest higher in offering. “Oh, but what about little Agni?”

I gulped, gasping for breath lest I find myself drowning in that sweet flood. Her flow poured down my neck, overflowing the hollow of my collarbone as I panted. 

“Fereya,” I gasped. My head swam, my belly achingly full with her milk. “I forgot about little Agni. What will we do?”

“Oh, do not fret, dear,” she laughed. “There’s still plenty left for Agni.” She cupped her hand around my head, bringing me to her pendulous breast. “You just drink your fill.”

My quivering lips fastened around her nipple, my hands came to her ripe belly. Her taut, furry flesh filled my palms as I traced the delicate curve of her ribs. Down her back, I found the lush swell of her buttocks, still encased within her black panties. Her garter belt encircled her wide hips, the black straps clinging tight to her stockings. My nimble fingers found each buckle, snapping them free so that I may at last uncover my love’s most prized treasure. Hooking my thumbs into the waistband of her panties, I pulled, sliding them down the fat mounds of her ass to slip them from her full thighs. Fereya’s erect member leapt free, throbbing majestically. I grasped her rod, stroking that wondrous shaft until the troll closed her eyes, giving me a low murmur of delight. I traced my way down that quivering shaft, finding those perfect pomegranate orbs, full to bursting with her virile seed. 

“Oh, honey,” she gasped. “Your hands do such wonders for me.”

My claws circled those heavy spheres, coming up to her hips. My fingers caught her stockings, the rasp of nylon setting a pleasing tingle in my ears as I dipped my fingers under them to caress her bare thighs. The warm wetness of her inner thighs beckoned, leading up to the dripping petals of her flower. Hidden behind her balls, her blossom shimmered with her fragrant dew. I tore my mouth from her leaking tit and rolled, tumbling us both across the expanse of the bed. Fereya squealed as her back hit the quilt, her belly a great orb of gold which stretched towards the ceiling. Her thighs were parted, her claws lifting her scrotum so that I beheld her most prized treasure. My mouth felt as if it had been stuffed with cotton, my tongue bloated to twice its size, clove to the roof of my mouth. No matter how many times we made love, to see her blossoming petals opening before me was like the first time. 

With nary a thought, I brought my lips to her slick lobes of violet and plum. Her warmth, her scent, my mind reeled. I planted my lips to hers in a kiss which made my love cry out to the heavens. Her back arched painfully, her wide hips bucking as I plunged my tongue deep. I slithering down her slick, sweet cunny, lapping the bitter dew from her trembling walls.

“A-Ammah,” she cried. “I-I was supposed to… to pleasure you… Oh…”

I ignored her pleas, striking instead for her hot core. Like a blacksmith to his anvil, I struck, our love ringing out in the hot sparks of shrieking bliss as I pulled back. I swirled, dipping down once more, striking deep. Pressing my lips to her quivering labia, I licked the dew from each fragrant petal, tracing my way up the whimpering troll’s flower to find her sensitive clit. That precious jewel, so firm, so delicate, it compelled me to flick at it with my wicked tongue. My lover shrieked in sudden delight, her body coming alive in my hands, her body writhing, muscles standing up like steel cables. I lapped at that tiny nub, nibbling gently until Fereya let out a screech of blind ecstatic torment. I wrenched my head back, wiping the slick juices from my chin. Her body was ready. She looked up at me, her face flushed crimson, her breasts leaking their white trails down her belly to pool onto the bed. She was perfect and I was to claim her utterly. 

Her legs closed around my waist, bringing me to her. My cock, hard and throbbing, needed no guide to find that enchanted cave of wonders. My tip pressed to her slick lips and the troll winced, the sudden pain of her stretching labia giving away to shivering pleasure as I thrust into her. My hips bucked, sending me plummeting into her trembling core. Fereya gave a cry, her belly leaping into my chest as I collapsed on top of her. 

“Ammah,” she gasped. Her arms hooked under my armpits, her claws digging into my back. “Ammah, don’t let go.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” I whispered. 

I struck her hot center, pulling back, circling once more as I slid back down. Her wet walls hugged me tight, like tiny fingers they stroked my throbbing member, guiding me deeper, leading me to that secret glade. I followed, sweat trickling from my brow, dripping from my nose in glimmering droplets to splatter onto Fereya’s belly. I let my hand glide up her side, taking her shoulder. The troll murmured in my arms, her hips turning as I placed my other hand on her thigh. Ours was a love to be savored, to enjoy slowly, as one would sip at a finely crafted bourbon. Smoky, rich and dark, that was our passion. I pulled my hips back, Fereya advancing as I stroked the back of her knee. Her stockings tempted me, my fingers slipping down them to explore their mysteries as I came in once more. 

Her fingers dug hard into my back, ripping angry red wheals into my flesh. I ignored the burning pain in my back, thrusting harder, deeper, slamming into her core. I did not pull back now, instead plunging further. My pubic bone ground against her pelvis, our tangled fur matting together as I increased my pace. Fereya groaned, her face becoming the color of raw clay as she fought for breath. 

“A-Ammah,” she panted. “Ammah… A-Ah, don’t stop.”

I arched my back and turned my waist, rolling us across the bed so that now my lover rode atop me. Fereya straddled my waist, her hands splayed across my chest for support. Her fat, hard cock throbbed against my belly, tantalizing me with its purple girth. Our bodies still connected, her hips rose, sliding up my slick, wet shaft. Her sweet blossom dripped with its fragrant honey, mingling with the raw odor of our sweat to make my head spin as she came crashing down. Harder, faster, she bucked and slammed, crushing my pelvis beneath her gravid body. Her sagging breasts heaved as she gulped the cool night air, her face flushing bright flame as she slid up my throbbing member, only to come back down to nuzzle my pubic fur. Sweat glimmered from her tawny fur, dripping from her nose where her golden ring shone bright in the light of the lumen cube. 

“Oh, Fereya,” I moaned, grasping her wrists. I tilted my hips, striking upward to collide with her in midair. “You’re amazing.”

Her tawny body undulated above me, her breath becoming raspy and short as she grew more heavy in my arms. Her cock slapped against my stomach and I could no longer resist the desire to take it in my claws. My fingers curled around hot, pulsating flesh and stroked. Slowly at first, my fingers traced a path to her base, rising back up, dancing along the slight curve of her shaft to play around her spongy tip. 

“A-Ammah,” she whined. “O-Oh, don’t do that. I-I don’t think I can last if you do that.”

I ignored her, my hands growing faster, pumping harder until bittersweet tears wept from her velvet spear. Fereya howled, her pelvis grinding into me as she sobbed in shuddering gasps that rocked her gravid frame. Her arms shivered, buckling so that she collapsed on top of me. Her cock, erect and rigid, quivered against my belly. Her tip spurted a shimmering trail of hot precum to ooze down her shaft to mat the fur of her belly as it clung to my bare skin. I pumped faster, the wet slap of our bodies filling the bedroom with the chorus of our love. Her belly rippled against me, our unborn pummeling her womb in a frenzy of protest as we bubbled together into that giddy climax. 

“Ammah, I-I was supposed to make you happy.” I heard her pant. She tried to push herself up, but found that her strength had all but given out. “Oh no,” she whimpered. “I’m so tired, I can’t get up.”

Her pink tongue lolled from her slackened jaws, saliva glimmering softly from her chin as I closed my lips around her tongue, suckling as I drew her to my mouth. Her breath puffed through her nose, hot and wet against my cheek, offering me a contented sigh. My hands came away from her slippery rod, to wrap my arms around her slim shoulders. With a buck of my hips, we rolled once more. Fereya lay on her back, her legs fastened around my waist. Her ankles crossed, locking me to her as I pressed my lips to hers in a bruising kiss. 

“You’ve already made me happier than you’ll ever know,” I said, my lips scarlet from her glossy lipstick. My claws fell to her swollen belly, the faint stirrings of new life shifting within her, reminding us both of what our love could bring. “I love you, Fereya.”

Her clawed fingers stroked my damp cheek. “Then, should we finish, dear?”

My balls spurted, hot precum painting the gates of her womb as I at last let out one fleeting cry and released. Bubbling seed poured forth, lapped up by my love’s greedy womb. The troll joined me in that warbling chorus, our voices a cadence of love which rang out to the very heavens, setting the stars themselves to sparkle all the brighter in the frosty expanse of night. I bucked, pumping another ropy strand into her. My skin was raw and crimson, shining with slick sweat as I continued to pour myself into her. Her belly stretched before my eyes, swelling with fresh expansion until my thick semen could at last no longer be contained. Ropy tendrils of thick white sprayed from her battered flower to ooze down my shaft, clinging to the hairs on my scrotum. 

Fereya’s cock trembled and gave in, a long, sticky trail splattering across her belly to mat her shaggy fur, soaking us both in warm, musky seed. I pulled my softening cock from her bruised petals, allowing my semen to trickle down her thigh as she rolled to her side. Her lipstick, smudged into a messy smear across her mouth, was no less enchanting for her beaming smile. 

“That was wonderful,” she sighed. 

I gathered her into my arms, my love, one and only. “It was, truly.”

Her voice was growing thick with sleep, her body heavy and slack in my arms. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” I replied. “Fereya, I’m so glad I--”

I stopped. My swollen belly was pressed against hers. Our bodies shimmered softly in the afterglow, cast in a pale yellow from the lumen cube. 

“Go on,” she laughed, her strong, lithe arms around my neck. “Say what you were going to say.”

I gulped, my lower lip quivering. “I-I… I’m so glad that I married you.”

Fereya’s slender finger poked my button nose. “And that was my perfect fantasy.”

A fantasy? Was that all it really was, I wondered? No, I had to say it this time. I could not simply ignore it any longer. 

“Fereya,” I said, summoning the courage. “I’ve decided.”

The troll nuzzled her snout between my heaving breasts. “Decided what, dear?”

“I want us to finally live together. I want… I want us to be a real couple. More than that.” I placed my hand on her belly, our unborn shifting below my fingers. “I want us to be a family.”

The troll laughed and brought her head up to face me. “Don’t be silly, dear. We’ve been married for ten years.”

“Fereya, I… This isn’t part of the game,” I replied. 

The smile fell from her face as the realization dawned on her. “What do you--” A tawny claw clapped to her mouth. Her eyes grew to the size of saucers as crystalline tears flowed down her cheeks. It started as a tremor, a shaking in her tawny shoulders, which quickly built into a roiling earthquake which shook the entire bed on its legs. Her body shook in my arms, her wails setting the ceiling to shudder as she sobbed freely. “Ammah,” she bawled. “Ammah, do you mean it?”

“I do,” I sniffled. I could not help but cry with her. “I do, Fereya. Let’s be a family.”

She buried her head into my neck crying until I thought that she could cry no more. When at last the troll raised her red rimmed eyes, her lips had curled into a quavering smile. 

“Ammah,” she said. “You made my fantasy come true.”

“I know,” I replied, hugging her tight. “I know. But, our baby is going to have a djinn name.”

Her fur bristled suddenly. The troll sat up, her eyes fixing me in a menacing glare. “Oh no, I told you already. Our child will have a proper trollish name.”

“Djinn names are so much prettier,” I spat. “I will not be having any child of mine going around with some guttural troll name.”

“Guttural? Why you…” 

But, she could not go on, for both of us had collapsed into a fit of laughter. 

“We have a lot to think about,” I said, wiping a tear from my eye. “Getting our lives together, this house.”

“Not to mention letting everyone else know,” she said. “This is a big moment, lover.”

“I know,” I replied, draping an arm around her. “And tomorrow is just the beginning.”

