Fereya closed her ankles around my neck, locking me to her as I pushed deep. My throbbing cock slid effortlessly into her. Her sleek, smooth walls closed around me, taking me into her, guiding my member to her trembling core. My belly pressed to her gravid abdomen, I exhaled. Her stomach swelled against me, the taut muscles dancing beneath my skin. 

“Ammah,” she sighed. 

I wrapped my slender arms around her thighs and pulled back, her tight pussy contracted, as if to keep me from pulling away. My cock slid back, stroked by the troll’s shuddering walls. I circled my hips and came in again. My dark spear met her gates, battering at the door of her fortress. Below me, Fereya moaned, her sweaty head tilting back to expose her supple throat. How I longed to plant my lips to her neck, but alas, my swollen belly would not permit me. My bloated tits oozed with milk, not ceasing their flow as I continued to buck myself against her. White droplets flew through the air, shining in the afternoon sun against the dancing motes of dust which swirled lazily in the white-gold light. 

My fingers traced down her sleek thighs, seeking the sensual curves of her round hips that I may grip the fat mounds of her rump. Digging deep into quivering flesh, I raised her hips. My pelvis now slammed into her pubic bone. My rod thrusting proudly into her I claimed her cervix as the conqueror would a kingdom. The troll howled beneath me, her face crimson as she grasped my biceps. 

“A-Ammah,” she moaned. “More!”

Sweat poured down my brow, stinging my eyes as I quicked my pace. The shop echoed with the wet slap of raw flesh as we embraced. My balls churned, fat and heavy with fresh seed that yearned to be planted into my lover’s rich soil. My pregnant belly heaved, growing tight as I strained to keep up the pace. Fereya’s greed would know no limits. Her gravid body closed around me, refusing to let me go as she wrapped her arms around my neck. In spite of our bloated wombs, she dragged me to her. Our bellies spilled out to the sides, our broods kicking against us as she locked her lips to mine. 

“Ungh,” I groaned. “Fereya, I can’t hold out like this.”

“Not yet, my love,” she would say to me. “Just hold on. Be my strong hero.”

Those words would light a fire in my belly. Summoning what remained of my flagging strength, I would rise. My throbbing sword still hard, I would slip my arm beneath her leg, flipping her onto her belly. Fereya rose up on her hands and knees, her legs spreading for me. My belly nestled into the slope of her back, I would resume my bold conquest of her maiden soil. Fereya tilted her head back, wailing her love as I pushed in hard, pulling back, never stopping as I stirred her into a frothing boil of wanton lust. 

“Ammah,” she shrieked. “Ammah, harder.”

“O-Oh,” I groaned, ramming faster. “A-Ah, I can’t keep it up.”

Fereya, pushed herself up from the floor, resting her back against my belly. I cupped her ripe, milky breasts, fresh white streams filling my palms, her flowing nipples continued to pour down her furry belly, matting her tawny fur. Her claws slid back, gripping my fat cheeks. 

“Ammah, please hold on for me,” she gasped. “Just a--” Her voice caught in her throat as my hand curled around her throbbing shaft. My cock slamming her core, I began to stroke her erect shaft. “O-Oh, noooo….”

Her claws dug hard into my ass, her talons carving her ecstatic moans into my flesh. The tendons of my wrist crackled as I sought to stroke her faster. Shimmering precum spurted from her tip, leaving a sticky trail down her engorged member as I refused to let up. Tears were streaming down her cheeks now, her soggy belly heaving with every sobbing breath. 

“Ah… Ah… Yes!” she would cry out. 

My lungs ached for air, my breath coming out in ragged sobs as I gulped. My balls churned, growing painful as I fought back the desire to release. Not yet, I pleaded. Not yet. But, my body came alive on its own. Thick streams of spurting seed erupted from my tip, pouring into Fereya’s greedy womb. The troll shrieked in my arms, driven mad by my hot semen which released into her swelling belly. 

“Yes,” she wailed. “More, Ammah.” 

My face crimson, I continued to thrust. With each pump, I spurted, splattering my essence into her, only to be lapped up by her hungry womb. My mind swirled, sending me tumbling into a deepening abyss of such utter passion. Our bodies fell away as our very souls became one. I hugged her to me, my cock letting loose with a thick stream of fertile seed as I cried out in a final orgasm. 

“Oh, Ammah,” she cried. 

“Oh, Baerathorn,” I wailed, then suddenly stopped. My face turned the color of raw clay. Had I just cried out my fictional lover’s name?

“Who’s Baerathorn?” Fereya asked. 

“I, uh…” I stuttered, not knowing what to say. 

My pathetic cock gave a last feeble spurt and rapidly drew back. I pulled away from her golden hips, leaving her battered flower bare. A thin trickle of my spent seed oozed down her inner thigh, matting into her fur as the troll hung her panting head. I sat back, a cold sweat prickling my skin. 

“Ammah,” she said. Fereya craned her neck over her shoulder, her face crimson. “Who is Baerathorn?”

“I-I can explain,” I stammered. Oh, this was humiliating. It’s bad enough to cry someone else’s name during sex, but a fictional character? How was I going to explain this?

To my astonishment, Fereya’s black lips curled into a broad grin. The troll’s body quaked with laughter. Her round belly wobbled as it sagged from her middle, her navel sweeping the carpet as she continued to chortle. 

“Oh no,” she howled. “You really didn’t?”

“D-Don’t laugh,” I whined. 

Tears poured from her fuschia eyes as she choked and sputtered. “Oh Ammah, you are just too much. Was that the name of your hero? The one who took you in his arms?”

She rolled onto her back, her belly still shaking as she cackled. 

“Fereya,” I cried. “It’s not funny.”

“Oh, but I think it is,” she replied. “I’m telling everyone about this.”

I crossed my arms over my breasts and thrust my lips out in a pout. “I don’t see what’s so funny. At least you got this out of the way.” I indicated my soft, shrunken manhood. “So thanks, I guess.”

Fereya leaned on one elbow. “Don’t be such a pout.” She was still smiling. “I thought it was cute.”

I huffed and grabbed the counter. Hoisting my fat, pregnant body up, I slowly leaned down to scoop up my discarded clothes. But, before I could pick up my dress, I was stopped by a furry hand. I gave a gasp as a throbbing, hot pillar of flesh nestled against my cheeks. Fereya’s wet breath panted heavily in my ear as the troll’s claw wrapped around my belly. 

“Oh now, you wouldn’t be thinking of getting dressed already?” she panted. “Not after getting me all worked up.”

Her cock throbbed against my ass, pressing between my ripe cheeks. 

“Mama’s all in a lather and she needs her release.” Fereya’s warm tongue slithered into my ear. Shivers ran down my spine as she nibbled my delicate lobe. “You’re going to help [i]me[/i] now, sweetie.”

“F-Fereya, I--”

The troll chuckled in my ear. Her voice thick as syrup, she whispered, “You can call me Baerathorn if you like. I don’t mind.” Her claws sought my rump. Spreading my cheeks, she then said, “Now, close your eyes and imagine something nice.”

Fereya’s nimble fingers dipped between my cheeks. I shivered as those sharp talons grazed my puckered anus. Her finger circled my doughnut, probing, seeking a way in. I gripped the edge of the counter, sweat prickling my skin. 

“Oh my, you are tight,” she cooed into my ear. “But, I have a way to loosen you up.”

Her tongue slid along my furry lobe to plunge into my ear. Ripples of delight tingled down my spine, raising goosebumps on my skin as I mewled pitifully. 

“Ngh, Fereya, s-stop,” I whined. 

“No,” she whispered, her breath hot in my ear. Her tongue slithered about like a fat worm, wriggling and churning. “I’m going to make you sing for me, Ammah.”

Her clawed hand came to my belly, her fingers spreading across my taut flesh. 

“Oh, Ammah,” she said. “Have you gotten bigger?” She slid her hand across the swell of my middle, finding my distended navel. “Mmm, getting bigger from my love, darling? Be careful, you wouldn’t want another litter in you.”

“A-Another?” I squealed. “I-I’m fine with one, please.”

“I’m not,” she hissed. “I’m going to put a whole batch of active, feisty trolls in you.” She kissed my neck, her lips still crimson as she travelled down to my shoulder. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” She gripped my belly, giving my pregnant stomach a jostle. My unborn came to life, kicking and tumbling inside me. A flurry of tiny feet pounded my weakening prostate, making me groan. “Oh, so lively.”

“A-Ah” I moaned, pressing my belly to the counter. My cock twitched, growing harder as I rubbed my belly against the cool glass. 

Lost to my sudden arousal, my ring began to slacken, growing wider as I continued to groan. Fereya’s fingers plunged deep, striking my trembling core with her long talons. Stars burst in my eyes as the cunning fiend stroked my firm gland. My knees buckled beneath me, forcing me to heft my gravid frame with only my elbows. Fereya laid herself on my back, pinning me against the counter as she slid her fingers back. My rectum contracted, clamping around her fingers as if afraid to let go. Fereya gently rubbed back forth with her middle finger, sliding against my smooth, muscled walls, stroking me until I could not contain myself any longer. 

“A-Ah! Fereya!” I shrieked. 

Her claw found my weakening prostate and the wicked minx attacked. Circling slowly, agonizingly, she massaged the tender gland. Spraying thick gouts of my shimmering essence, I cried out. Feeling my knees buckle, I clung to the counter, my cock oozing my own pungent fluids. Under the assault of my lover, my button opened to her, wet and slack, dripping with a bitter perfume of desire that wafted throughout the shop. My trembling legs gave out, causing me to slide down to the carpet. On my knees, I panted, my face flushed a brilliant crimson. Above me, my tormentor stood, her erect shaft hovering within inches of my nose. A bead of fresh dew glistened from her tip, shimmering in the light. I licked my dried lips, watching that fat droplet slide down the plump underside of her cock. 

“You like it?” she asked. 

“I-I do,” I stammered. 

Fereya took my head in her hands. Drawing my hot face to her tip, she commanded, “Lick it.”

My quivering jaws parted to allow my tongue to slither out from between my lips. Her hot flesh tasted of the salt of her sweat and the bitter tang of her fertile seed as I slid down her shaft. My tongue swirled around the veiny rod, sliding back up to taste of that cool nectar which welled up from her tip. I licked her spongy head, my tongue prodding at her urethra, raising a quavering groan from the troll. Fereya shivered above me, her belly jostling my nose as I locked my lips around her cock. Her throbbing meat filled my mouth, puffing out my cheeks as I swallowed her down. My throat expanding, I plunged my head down her shaft, my nose tickling in the tangled patch of her pubic fur. I inhaled her musky scent, my head spinning as I pulled back. My tongue lapped at her purple flesh, writhing and circling as Fereya continued to moan. 

“Ammah, you suck dick like a pro,” she purred.

Her slender tail whipped about behind her, curling lazily in the air as she leaned into me, forcing her cock deeper into my throat. I grasped her full buttocks, locking my mouth to her pelvis as I drank deep of her heady brew. Her bitter precum poured down my throat, filling my swollen belly as I gulped feverishly. Shaking hands found heavy, churning balls and I squeezed those dangling fruits, finding them ripe and ready to burst with their sweet juices. 

“Ammah,” Fereya cried out in a panic. “Ammah, wait!” 

I let go of her balls, pulling myself from her throbbing groin. Her cock shined slick with my saliva as Fereya gasped for breath. 

“I almost lost it there,” she said. “You’re too good at this, lover.”

I could not help but smile as I laid myself down on the carpet. My ass pointed to the ceiling, I stretched my claws hands out before me like a cat. “I know how to make you purr still.”

Was I feeling trepidation before? I don’t remember. Right now, I had only one thing on my mind. I wanted to breed, badly. My cock stiffened, quivering with a newfound lust as my ring gaped, my flower blossoming for my lover. My long tail curled above me, exposing the deep cleft between my cheeks as I thrust my lower lip out in a pout. 

“Such a good boy,” Fereya said, coming to kneel behind me. “Now, just you relax.” Her belly fell atop my back, her gravid weight crushing. The troll’s fat tip touched my anus, pressing into me, stretching my tight button. “Your Baerathorn is coming to whisk you away,” she giggled. 

The breath caught in my throat. My claws dug into the carpet, tearing at the thin fabric as my belly grew painfully taut with fresh expansion. My jaws parted in a scream of wild ecstasy as Fereya thrust her majestic, throbbing spear deep, piercing my core more mightily than all the barbarian heroes combined. 

“Fereya!” I cried. “Oh, Fereya, yes!”

“So it’s Fereya now, is it?” The troll bucked her hips, crashing her pelvis into my ass. “Not Baerathorn?”

Hot tears streamed down my cheeks while glistening snot trickled from my nose. “O-Oh, Fereya, please.” My shoulders shook with each sobbing cry. “Oh, more.”

The troll took my wide hips in her claws. “Of course, my dear love. Whatever you say.”

Quick to thrust, slow to pull back, Fereya’s rigid member battered the gates to my trembling womb. Her claws slid to my belly as she pressed in. Slowly, I exhaled, letting my aching body relax, taking her deep into me. My belly swelled with her hard meat, bloating beneath her palms as she filled me. Then, the troll pulled back, her cock sliding against my rectum. I let out a cry, my body contracting around her, squeezing that blessed rod as she circled her hips and came in again. 

“O-Oh, yes,” I whimpered. 

My sweaty face to the floor, I pushed back, grinding my ass into her pubic bone. Fereya’s wet belly rubbed against my back, the downy soft fur making my skin tingle. Her fingers grazed my ribs, making my flesh jump as she gently traced the indent of my ribcage. Her nimble hands rose, the sweet rasp of bare flesh in my ears as she sought my sagging tits. Milk dribbled to the carpet, filling her open palms as she seized my bloated breasts. Claws sank into jiggling flesh, sending shivers of utter delight to race up my spine. With thumb and forefinger, she claimed my erect nipples, pinching them as she thrust into me. I let out a squeal as pain and pleasure mingled in my addled brain like a foaming brew. As she pulled back, so too did she tug my leaking nipples, plucking the sensitive buds as if they were ripe, dark cherries. Milk streamed freely, splattering my poor carpet to leave a dark spreading stain that I knew I would never be able to get out. 

“Ngh,” I groaned. “Oh, I can’t stop.”

“Oh dear,” replied Fereya. Her claw glided down the curve of my belly, her fingers nestling into my pubic fur to find the throbbing rod of chocolate flesh which had emerged. “It seems your little problem has returned.”

“I hope it’s not too little,” I said, my ears pricking up. 

This earned a throaty laugh from the troll. “Oh Ammah, I would never call you little.”

A blush rose to my cheeks, only to suddenly erupt into full crimson as she began to stroke my stiff member. Her hips sank into my ass, crashing against my prostate, all the while, her gentle hand slid up and down my cock. 

“F-Fereya.” I fell to my side, rolling over as she repositioned herself. 

On my back, I let my thighs part, my knees coming up to my shoulders. Fereya placed her pregnant belly on mine, her fuschia eyes swirling with flecks of gold and ruby, emerald and sapphire. A dragon’s hoard of precious gems and all for me. She bent down, heedless of our gravid bodies, her lips meeting mine in a kiss that made tears flow from my eyes. My claws wrapped around her neck, dragging her to me as our broods kicked furiously. Her tongue found mine, twining endlessly in the air. Saliva shimmered in the afternoon sun, trickling down our chins while fresh milk poured from our bloated, sagging tits. Our bodies were contorted, stretched and swollen, our fur sticky with our own fluids. Aching feet and cracking joints echoed to the chorus of our moans as we sought the comfort of the other’s touch. A more unattractive pair we could not have been, but then, I would have had it no other way.

My claws found her belly, heavy with my unborn, our unborn. My tail wagged to feel the fluttering of tiny feet within her. Fereya’s weary eyes sparkled to see how smiled then. Taking my hand in hers, the troll slid my palm to her navel, placing my hand on her lower belly. My fingers ruffled the dripping fur, growing sticky from her milk which was fast soaking into the fur on my hand.

“Right here,” she said softly. “You can feel it best here.”

A foot collided with my hand and I had to clap a claw to my quivering mouth to keep from sobbing. As it was, I wept, my slender shoulders shaking. Never in my life had I wanted another like I did Fereya, in that moment. My love sensed my growing feelings, a small smile spread across her crimson lips. Carefully, she placed a palm to my cheek, her fuschia gaze meeting my golden eyes. 

“You’re crying,” she whispered. 

“I-I just…”

She ran her finger along my cheek, hushing my quivering sobs. “Shhh, now. I know what you want to say.” She sat back, her purple tower rising above the hump of my swollen belly. “Shall I?”

I nodded without a word and reached for my fat cheeks. My claws gripping my wobbling flesh, I parted myself to her, opening my slackened ring to be taken. Fereya sighed, guiding her cock to my anus. My belly grew tight with fresh expansion as she slid into me. Her fingers took hold of my rod, tugging gently, her hand sliding along the veined flesh as she bucked her hips with renewed vigor. Faster now, she slammed against my ass, the wet slap of our flesh echoing off the walls of the shop. Meanwhile, she stroked me faster, harder. The air was blasted from my lungs as I let out a cry of elation. I threw my arms back, clawing feverishly at the carpet as the troll pounded my jiggling rump with a fury I had never known.  

“Yes! Yes! O-Oh f-fuck, Fereya, yes,” I sang. 

The troll’s face was bright scarlet. Her fangs clenched, she fought back the urge to release. Her cock throbbed, spurting her shimmering precum into my rectum. Faster, she came in, pulling back, swirling, never stopping. My brain had long since given up, I was reduced to little more than a howling animal, a beast of pure lust as she circled my velvet tip with her thumb. 

“A-Ammah,” she growled. “I-I’m almost there.”

“Y-You’re almost there?” I sobbed. “A-Ah, I’m about to become a fountain over he--”

My balls at last could not hold back. A thick stream of white erupted into the air, spraying from my cock like an oil well. My own hot seed rained down on me, splattering my swollen belly with thick, sticky globules as I let loose another ropey strand. Fereya howled, slamming her hips into my ass and with a titanic cry, she did unleash. My belly clenched as hot, bubbling semen poured into my hungry womb. My stomach distended, swelling visibly as she released herself. Fereya’s sticky fingers continued to slide up my cock, forcing me to shudder and spurt with another pump. 

“I gotta get it all,” she said. “Every last drop.”

“I-I don’t know if I have any left,” I moaned. My rod was growing softer by the second, shrinking back into the security of my pubic fur. 

Fereya let go of my groin and took my thighs in each arm. Slowly, she pulled back, thrusting once more, letting herself drain every blessed drop of her precious seed. My belly rumbled in contented delight as my womb churned. I placed my claws on my bloated belly, now swollen to the size of twins. My fingers spread across the taut flesh, my tongue rubbing against the roof of my mouth as I savored the warm fullness. 

“Mmm, no one does it like you,” I said. 

Fereya pulled out, leaving a dribbling trail of her semen to trickle from my battered flower. “No one?” She laid down beside me, our bodies glowing in the sunlight. 

I took her in my arms, our bellies crushing against us. “Yes, no one else.”

She placed her lips to mine, a look of sudden sorrow marring her beautiful features. “You haven’t seen me in a while, you know. I was sort of worried.” She ran a finger along my belly.

“Worried?” I asked. 

“Yes,” she replied. “I was afraid, what with all the others, that you forgot your dear old Fereya.” Her eyes lit up as she caught the glint of gold at my finger. “You still have my ring!”

“I never took it off,” I said. “I would never take it off.”

Shimmering tears, like diamonds, sparkled from the corners of her eyes. “Oh, Ammah.” She placed a hand to her mouth. “You wouldn’t, would you.”

“Fereya, I love you,” I whispered. 

The troll laid her head on my breast, her fur so warm against my skin. 

“How many times, Ammah?” she asked. 

“I’m sorry?”

“How many times have we laid out on the floor of your shop like this?”

My ears swiveled. “Um, a lot, I think.”

Fereya’s body trembled in my arms and I knew she was laughing. “It’s not exactly romantic, is it?”

She shoved herself up and stood. Gathering up her dress and shoes, she slid her discarded garment back on and made for the door. 

“Oh hey,” she cried. She stopped at the counter and was reaching into the box. “Is this the new Brell Gandwind book? Mind if I take one, thanks!” She ran for the door and placed her hand on the knob. “I’ll come back tonight. We can have a more proper date in the bedroom.” She blew a kiss and melted into the glare of the late afternoon. 

Alone, I crawled to the counter, my belly roiling beneath me. Huffing and wheezing, I dragged my bloated carcass up, leaning against the glass. My gaze wandered to the box at my elbow. I needed to shelve those new books, but at that moment, I had my fill of fantasy for one day. 

“Think I’ll get to that tomorrow,” I said, shoving the box to the side. I gingerly cupped my heavy belly, now sagging to my knees. Loose seed dribbled down my thighs, soaking into my leg fur. My cheeks puffing out, I huffed and pushed myself from the counter. “I think I’ll just look at a nice, dry history book for the rest of the day.” 

Limping to the back, I grabbed up my dress and threw it over my shoulder. “Still,” I said with a flick of my tail. “Nothing does beat those classic tales.”

Fereya’s beaming smile flickered in my mind. 

“Maybe, I’ll just pick one more,” I giggled, skirting into the Fantasy aisle. “Afterall, we do have tonight.”

