The night breeze blew warm and wet over the silver sands. High above the softly crashing waves, the double moons shone red and green, spilling their gentle radiance down over the sleeping coastal town. The Nebakanezer Hotel sat atop the granite cliffs, overlooking the wine dark sea. The cheerful glow of the crystal lamps flickered in the windows, dotting the hotel like so many twinkling stars. From the back, a wide, concrete pad, studded with glittering crystals and deep veins of mithril extended to the pool. It was his favorite spot in the entire hotel. The night was perfect. The water shimmered with the glow of the circular cut globes embedded into the sides of the pool, making it appear like an enchanted fairy glade. Through the sparkling waters, a sleek shape glided. When it breached the surface, the moonlight set its swimsuit to shine with a soft shimmer.

“I do so love swimming at this hour,” a soft, musical voice said. Not quite male, but not high enough for a female, the rich, lilting tones played over the rippling waters of the pool as the creature splashed about. 

His fur was a honey-gold, with hints of tan. His black button nose was wide and studded with a golden ring which bore a runic script. Below his nose, his tusks erupted from full, black lips, making his mouth take on a permanent pout that lent itself perfectly to his laughing, fuschia eyes. The troll chuckled and stood up, flinging back his shoulder length hair and letting the cool, blue water trickle down his single-piece suit. His clawed hands came up to snap the shoulder straps before gliding down the soft swell of his tender breasts and the full, ripe orb of his belly. His balls, bloated to the size of oranges and aching with their fullness, were stuffed painfully into the crotch of his suit, making it appear as if there were a second hump just below his swollen belly. His buttocks wobbled, the mounds barely contained by the back of his swimsuit beneath his long, slender tail. 

“Ah, this is nice,” he said to himself. Suddenly, his pointed ear caught the faint splash of another. “What’s this?” 

He spun around to spy a young, male badgervine slipping into the pool. This newcomer, like most of his kind, was possessed of a charcoal coat of fur. His belly was a light grey that crept up a slender throat and played so coyly about his almond eyes. The troll sucked in his breath as he caught those smouldering, topaz orbs looking towards him. The badgervine turned from the troll, sighing softly as he leaned on the side of the pool with his elbows. 

“What’s all this about?” said the troll. He dove below the surface, slithering up beside the badgervine. “What brings a fine fellow like you out here?”

The badvervine turned to him, his face contorted into a sharp frown. “I don’t know if I really want to talk about it.”

“Oh now,” laughed the troll. He leaned up against the pool, his hands cupping his pregnant belly. Within him, his latest brood wriggled, kicking against his kidneys. The troll winced and smiled. “At least you don’t have someone pummeling your bladder every night.”

The badgervine blushed, seeing the troll more closely for the first time. “Wait, aren’t you a male?”

At this his companion let out a hearty laugh. “So what if I am? We trolls, every male is a female and every female is a male.” He turned to face the badgervine. A clawed finger rose from the water, a single, crystalline drop forming on the tip as he placed it to the other male’s narrow chest. “I think the question you should be asking is which do you prefer?”

The badgervine sighed once more. “After this weekend, I’ll settle for anything.” He shrugged. “I came here for his whole, singles’ retreat. So much for that idea.”

“A bust, huh?” said the troll. “Well, maybe you just didn’t meet the right one, eh?”

“You’re telling me,” his companion replied. “Name’s Cleo.”

“Engi,” said the troll. “I just came here for the atmosphere.” He thrust a claw to the sky. “I do love the moonlight. And this pool. I think the water is the only place I feel light anymore.” He placed his hands on his belly and laughed. 

“So, you’re really pregnant?” Cleo’s gaze fell on Engi’s swollen belly. 

The troll was quick to spot the hint of crimson on the badgervine’s cheeks. 

“Oh yes,” he said. “My first.”

Cleo scrambled out of the pool. Sitting on the edge of the concrete, he dangled his feet into the shimmering water, his hands between his knees. “I guess you’re not here for the singles’ weekend then?”

“Oh, and what makes you say that?” Engi clambered over the side with a strained grunt. He looked like a beached seal as he rolled awkwardly into a sitting position. His belly distended over his lap and the troll had to lean back, his palms behind him as he let his head tilt back. “Are you suggesting, maybe because of this?” He patted his belly. “Well, that was from a recent fling. I’m quite unattached.” His wet, honey-gold hair hung to his shoulders in loose strands as he turned his fuschia gaze on Cleo. 

The badgervine’s topaz eyes wandered from Engi’s full, black lips, puckered so deliciously between his tusks and down the curve of his throat. The tight cords of his neck beckoned for him to kiss them, to place his lips to warm flesh. The tender buds of Engi’s nipples thrust up through his suit. Two tiny acorns that yearned to be plucked above a maternal swell that made Cleo’s mouth water. 

“Does something interest you?” 

Cleo gave a start and soon found himself staring into a pair of fuschia eyes that crinkled in mirth. 

“I, um, that is,” he stammered. 

Engi chuckled, his voice like a brass bell as he struggled to his feet. His hips were breathtakingly wide and so perfectly round that Cleo’s heart fluttered. He watched the troll waddle across the sparkling concrete, his fat, heavy balls swaying within the confines of his suit. Engi bent over a nearby table, propping his elbows on the surface while he cupped his chin with both hands. His wide ass was thrust back, his tail raised so that Cleo could make out the faint crease of his vagina. 

“So, which do you prefer?” Engi asked. “You want the female or,” he turned around, his legs spread wide to allow his copious bulge to hang free, “do you want the male? I can give you either, or both if you want.”

Cleo gulped, his heart hammering. “Oh, I’m not so sure.” He clasped his arm. “I think I might just head back to my room. You know, this whole weekend was a bad idea.”

“Nonsense,” said Engi. He snatched up a yellow scrap of paper and quickly scribbled something down. Cleo was just toweling off, when the pregnant troll stumbled over. “Here, take this.” He thrust the paper into the badgervine’s hand. “It’s my room number, two-eighteen. If you change your mind.” 

Cleo stared dumbfounded at the note. He turned his gaze up to see the troll still standing there. Engi smiled, and clasped a glass of orange juice in his dripping claw from the nearby table.

“You know,” the troll said. “Just so your weekend isn’t a total waste. 

His lips closed around a red and white striped straw that floated in the orange juice. Cleo’s mouth felt as if it were stuffed with cotton as he watched those perfect lips encircle the slender shaft. The tight cords of Engi’s throat bulged as he swallowed, and Cleo’s gaze traveled down his chest once more to his pregnant belly. 

“You like my belly, don’t you,” Engi giggled. “Come on, admit it.”

Cleo bit his lip, his gaze darting to the side. “It’s just, I’ve not seen a pregnant male before. Even a troll. I, um, forget your kind can do that.”

Engi took another drag on his juice and pulled the straw from his lips. His pink tongue slid along his lips, sliding up and down a thick, white tusk before he answered. “You want to know what it’s like? To have a belly like this?”

The question gave Cleo pause. Engi placed his glass down and glided up to him. His arms encircled Cleo’s shoulders, bringing the two of them together. His ripe, pregnant belly pressed against Cleo, and the badgervine’s breath was cut short in a sharp gasp as he felt the fluttering kicks of Engi’s unborn. The troll leaned close, so deliriously close. His lips grazed Cleo’s ear, while his sweet, moist breath blew hot in a whisper. 

“I could give you this belly, Cleo. Would you like that?” He nuzzled the badervine’s ear. “I want you to come to my room. Don’t keep me waiting.”

Engi’s claws released their hold on the badgervine. Picking up the glass, he stirred the juice with his straw before leaving Cleo to stand awestruck as the troll strode back towards the hotel, the veins of mithril reflecting on his tawny fur with a silver sheen. 

“I mean it,” he said, stopping to blow a kiss back to Cleo. “I can promise, you won’t be disappointed.” Engi stopped just before the open doorway of the lobby, pale yellow light spilled over him to wash over the shining mithril. “Ah,” he said, taking another sip. “Engi, you devil, you hooked another one. I knew if I waited around the pool long I’d catch someone.” 

He looked back over his shoulder. Cleo still stood by the table. The blue shimmers of the pool danced over the black fur as the badgervine continued to stare at the slip of paper clutched in his trembling claws. 

The troll shook his wet, shaggy head. “The dumb ones are always the best.”

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The hall was painted a delicate cream color which reflected the yellowish gleam of the glowing lumin crystals that hung in their bronze sconces. His bare feet digging into the rich carpet, Cleo turned his gaze down for the tenth time that evening to the scrap of paper given to him by the pregnant troll. Then, for the eleventh time that evening, he looked back up at the brass numbers held on the broad, oaken door by three thin nails. 

“Here it is,” he said to himself. 

He was clad in nothing more than his wet swim trunks, his towel draped over his slender shoulders. His dark fur shone with a wet glimmer in the hall  as the badgervine worried at his lower lip.

“Should I do it?” he asked the empty hallway. “I mean, what do I have to lose, right? Only, it’s another guy.” He placed a trembling hand on the door, the wood was smooth and slightly warm beneath his fingers. “But man,” he chuckled, his lips curling ever so slightly. “He did have a great ass.”

Just imagining Engi’s fat rump, those jiggling, golden spheres, Cleo decided it was worth it. His knuckles rapped on the door, in a succession of sharp knocks. 

“Engi? Engi, it’s me,” he called. “Are you there?”

He pounded one last time with his fist and the door suddenly swung open. The room before him was dark, save for the low, blue glow of a light cube sitting on a small nightstand by the bed. Cleo took a hesitant step into the room and carefully closed the door behind him. 

“Engi?” His voice came out in a thin whisper. 

The room was larger than his, almost a suite. The carpet was a deep navy and felt scratchy beneath his bare toes as he crept deeper into the gloom. The bed, he was quick to notice, was a massive slab of goose down, layered in shimmering satin. He also noticed, by the smoothness of the sheets, that Engi had not yet slept in it. On the far side of the room, next to a doorway that he assumed was the bathroom, Cleo spied a large, leather sofa and accompanying armchair. A squat dresser presided over the rest of the furniture, its crown a wide flatscreen television. 

“Engi,” Cleo called. “Are you here?”

“Of course I am,” that lilting melody played in his ear. “Where else would I be?”

Cleo followed the sound of the troll’s voice, his gazing falling to the patch of moonlight that spilled over the carpet. The sight before him stole the breath from his lungs. Framed by a set of open, glass doors, the troll braced himself on the black, iron railing of a small balcony. His honey-gold hair had been pulled back into a short ponytail, exposing his slender neck. Gone was his swimsuit, replaced with a robe of black silk that stopped just above the swell of his round, plump buttocks. He leaned forward, drinking in the moonlight, letting the greens and reds play over his fur, basking him in their ethereal beauty. The image was like one out of a fairy tale, yet Cleo could not tear his eyes away from the tight, purple slit that called to him from between the troll’s golden thighs. 

“I do so love the moonlight,” Engi sighed. “The view here is incredible, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Y-Yeah,” stammered Cleo. His cock strained painfully against his swim trunks.

Engi seemed not to notice. “Come here and join me. You can see the moonlight play over the waves. It’s such a lovely view.”

He rested his elbows on the railing, letting the hem of his robe ride up his ass. His pussy peeked out from beneath the silk folds, shimmering with sparkling droplets of fresh dew. The purple lips parted as if calling to him. Even from across the room, the hot, musky odor of Engi’s sex drifted into Cleo’s nostrils, mingling with the salty sea breeze. Cleo licked his dried lips, wishing at that moment that he could kiss those soft, pouting lips himself. To grow drunk on their heady brew.

“Do you find the view enchanting?”

Cleo gave a start when he saw the troll looking back at him. His eyes were shadowed in emerald, along with his lips. His claws, both on his feet and his hands, were likewise painted in the same green. 

“I, uh, yeah,” stammered Cleo. “It’s breathtaking.”

Engi’s green lips curled. “You weren’t talking about the ocean, were you?”

The badgervine felt the heat rising in his cheeks. “Neither were you.”

“Come here,” whispered Engi. He extended a clawed hand. 

Cleo, forgetting his fears, rushed to the troll. His heart hammered as his throbbing cock strained against the damp fabric of his trunks. Forget that Engi was a male, he would think to himself. His arms wrapped around the troll, clasping Engi to him. Engi’s fur smelled of lavender and vanilla with the gentle aroma of fresh milk. Cleo’s lips smacked wetly as he lowered his mouth to Engi’s offered throat. 

“Mmm,” moaned the troll. “You kept me waiting, you know that? You’re such a naughty boy to that.”

“I’m sorry,” whispered Cleo. He reached up and tore away the robe to expose one perfect shoulder. “But, I won’t keep you waiting now.”

His mouth engulfed that elegant, golden shoulder, his fangs biting down, making the troll shiver. 

“Ngh, you’re not new at this, are you?” Engi’s pink tongue lolled about his green lips, sliding up and down a white tusk. 

“I’m certainly no virgin,” Cleo replied. 

His hands slid beneath Engi’s robe, pulling the black silk down his slender arms, revealing his puffy, milk heavy nipples. Cleo’s questing fingers slid gently over the troll’s soft chest, finding those erect buds. 

“Oh yes,” gasped the troll. “Right there.” He shuddered as Cleo’s fingers pinched and twisted. “A-Ah, yes. I must say, my sister’s got the size, but I’m so much m-more sensitive.”

Cleo swallowed against the tightness welling up in his throat. It was as if a vice had been clamped across his chest. He held the troll to him, the curve of his back nestled against his bare chest. Cleo let his hands fall, finding the sash that held Engi’s robe. With a deft flick, the knot came free, the shimmering ebony tumbling down to pool about Engi’s feet. His belly was now a golden orb that seemed to glow in the light of the moons. The tiny hump of his navel rose out from his swollen belly, a peak above an even greater mountain. Cleo’s heart fluttered. How he yearned to get his hands on that belly. To feel the faint kicks of new life beneath his fingers. The soft swell of ripe flesh in his hands. 

“I find men love my belly,” chuckled Engi. “Do you agree?”

“I what?” Cleo sputtered. For an instant, his hands retreated. 

“My belly.” Engi craned his neck to stare back at Cleo. “Do you like it? Do you want to hold it?” He raised his arms over his head, offering himself to the badgervine. “You can have it, Cleo.” He leaned close, his green mouth grazing Cleo’s lips. “You can have all of it.”

As if summoned in that instant, Cleo’s hands struck out of their own accord. His charcoal claws seized Engi’s pregnant belly, molding the gravid flesh in his hands. 

“Ah, wonderful,” the troll cried. “Show me how masterful you are, my experienced lover.”

Cleo would show him. His hand flew from Engi’s belly, falling to his fat, jiggling ass. He slid between the shuddering peaks, seeking the hot, wet valley which lay beneath them. His fingers found Engi’s dripping vagina and caressed the swollen lips, making the troll cry out. 

“A-Ah!” Engi’s head fell back in a hearty cry. “Oh, I love a man that knows what he wants. Quickly, show me what pleases you.”

Cleo would show the troll what pleased him. His fingers played over those wet, swollen folds, finding the hardened nub of Engi’s rigid clit. Cleo tugged, pinching that firm bud until the troll whimpered. Engi’s knees began to buckle and he grabbed Cleo’s wrist in order to remain standing. Yet, his thighs parted just a little bit farther apart, allowing the badgervine to insert his middle finger deep into the troll’s hot slit. 

“O-Oh…” Engi’s sigh was a breathless moan. “Oh, that is wonderful.”

He inhaled, his belly swelling, filling Cleo’s palm with ripe, gravid flesh as the badgerine thrust deep. His clawed finger struck the troll’s quivering core, letting loose a torrent of panting groans as Engi, his face crimson, his fur damp with sweat flung his hand back to grasp Cleo’s buttocks. 

“Mmm,” Engi whined. “Oh, more, please.”

Tears formed little crystals in the corner of his fuschia eyes as he mewled under Cleo’s delightful torture. 

“Oh, you are so wet,” came the throaty reply. Shimmering fluid trickled down Cleo’s finger, oozing into his palm. “And tight too.”

“I t-try to keep myself in good shape,” hissed Engi. “Na-ah… slower, please.”

Cleo’s lips nuzzled Engi’s throat, slipping down to his bare shoulder as his finger continued to stroke the soft, wet folds of the troll’s pussy. His claw scratched gently, making the troll squirm in delicious agony. Cleo could not hide the smile that crept across his face. Engi’s ripe body was like clay in his hands, begging to be sculpted. His finger caressed the soft, smoothness of Engi’s inner core. At the same time, he flicked the quivering nub of the troll’s sensitive clit, eliciting a squeal from his gravid lover. 

“I can’t stand it any longer,” Engi gasped. “Kiss me, Cleo.”

“What?” Cleo’s ears twitched. 

“I said, kiss me.” Engi whirled in a breathless gasp, his full, green lips glistening wetly. “Do it, now. Deep. Take the breath from my aching lungs.”

Cleo had little time to stammer out a reply as the troll’s mouth engulfed his lips. Between the hard, white tusks, his mouth met the soft emerald expanse in a bruising embrace. Engi’s jaws parted, beckoning the badgervine to enter. Cleo’s rough tongue slithered eagerly along the smooth tusks of the troll, sliding between his fangs to lay claim to his mouth. Cleo’s eyes fell closed, his finger slipping out of the troll’s vagina to come to the curve of his honey-gold throat. With a tender caress, he let his fingers travel along the slope to fall to the ripe hump of Engi’s belly. Now, with both hands, he held that gravid orb, his fingers digging into the soft, yet firm flesh. Meanwhile, his tongue played along Engi’s gums, rubbing the roof of his mouth until the troll purred deep within his chest. 

“You know just where to put your hands,” Engi sighed as Cleo’s slender fingers groped the fur of his inner thigh.

Cleo’s hand traveled the delicate expanse, pausing as he felt the heavy spheres of the troll’s balls. The badgervine’s fingers became hesitant, as if deciding whether to cup those lifegiving orbs. Alas, Cleo slipped around Engi’s manhood to lay claim to his lower belly, hugging the troll to him. Like old lovers, the pair remained together in that sweet embrace. The light of the moons bathed them in a twilight radiance as it set the black sea to sparkle before them. Cleo opened his eyes, seeing Engi as if for the first time. The troll looked back, his eyes a vibrant purple in the moonlight. Cleo’s cock was throbbing painfully as he found himself bucking his hips into Engi’s rump. His hard shaft pressed between the troll’s fat cheeks in its yearning to escape the flimsy confines of his wet trunks, seeking the dark, warmth of Engi’s sex. The troll was, simply put, beautiful. More beautiful than any woman he had ever met. 

“Engi, I…” he began to mutter. 

A gold finger was placed on his lips, silencing him. 

“I know what you want to say,” Engi replied. “But, I think we should take this to the bed.” He motioned towards the expansive bed. 

“Uh, yeah,” Cleo chuckled. “The bed.”

The bed? His cheeks flushed crimson at the very thought. But, was that not why he had come? Engi slipped from his shaking hands, his honey-gold fur shimmering softly as he padded to the bed. The satin sheets rasped softly as he sat down, tucking his legs beneath him. He wrapped his arm across his chest, laying it over his swollen belly and patted the mattress with his other hand. 

“Come, Cleo,” he whispered. “Join me.”

The dim glow of the arcane cube made his fuschia eyes an electric purple. His green lips were turned black, while the tan highlights of his fur now shone a light blue. The troll had transformed, seemingly in an instant, into an ethereal beauty that made Cleo’s heart flutter. 

“Are you going to keep me waiting yet again?” he heard the troll whine. 

No, he thought, he would not keep this perfect beauty waiting. Cleo rushed for the bed, but before he could climb onto the slick sheets, he was stopped by Engi’s raised hand. 

“You’re forgetting something,” the troll giggled. 

Cleo paused, unsure of what to say, when it dawned on him. His thumbs hooked into the waistband of his trunks and with a deft tug, he pulled them down to his ankles. His legs were taut with firm muscle, rising up to his narrow hips and flat belly. The lighter grey of his fur descended to the bristling patch of pubic fur that surrounded a rigid pole of ebon flesh. His balls, churning with fresh seed, hung freely between his thighs as he clambered onto the bed. There was no more thought, only the raw desire that welled up within him. He took the troll by the shoulders, his hungry lips finding Engi’s mouth. He played down the troll’s chin, slipping along the graceful throat, pausing only to suckle the tender, golden flesh on his march to lay siege to the soft swell of Engi’s chest. 

“You’re a master,” the troll moaned. “Oh, show me your mastery, Cleo.”

His gravid body fell back upon the bed, his arms raised over his head, opening his milky bosom to the badgervine’s questing mouth. Cleo’s lips glided over the gentle swell of the troll’s breasts, diving down into the shallow valley between those hard peaks. He kissed Engi’s chest, feeling the steady thrum of the troll’s beating heart. His mouth found a nipple, a firm acorn in a sea of tawny fur and he bit. Engi shivered, pain and pleasure washing over him like the tidal sea. Cleo’s lips encircled the purple areola, his rough tongue flicking, torturing that erect bud. 

“Ah, please,” Engi panted. He wrapped a hand over Cleo’s head, his fingers tangling into the scruffy mop of black hair. “Ngh, don’t stop.”

Cleo released his hold, his tongue slithering from his mouth to slide slowly around Engi’s nipple. The warm, sweet taste of fresh milk played across his taste buds and the badgervine quickly discovered the troll was beginning to lactate. 

“I see you’ve made a mess.” Cleo licked his lips. “I should clean it up.”

He lapped at the trickling stream of white, slurping the warm, fresh milk from Engi’s wobbling chest. 

“Such a gentleman,” the troll said. “Mmm, but don’t stop there. You have so much more to pleasure.”

He rolled on his side, grunting softly as he flipped onto his elbows. His tail curling above his back, Engi thrust his rump into the air. Cleo’s tongue clove the roof of his mouth. The troll’s hot, wet slit was in front of his face. He could feel the heat from Engi’s body, smell the dizzying musk of the troll’s pussy. The scent wafted into his nostrils, enflaming his brain. His cock was so painfully erect, Cleo thought it would burst. A shimmering trail of dew ran freely down his engorged shaft as he took Engi by his wide, round hips. How he had longed to kiss those lips, he thought when he first laid eyes on the troll. There was no more thinking. 

He planted his lips to Engi’s dripping pussy, kissing the troll deep. His tongue slipped between the folds of those swollen lobes, squirming down to strike the troll’s core. Engi dug his claws into the shimmering satin, tears streaming down his furry cheeks as he shrieked in unrestrained pleasure. But Cleo would not hear the joyous cries of his lover, for his mind was lost to the slick, smooth walls of the troll's warm snugness. The smell, the taste, every sensation made the badgervine tingle. He felt alive for the first time. His hands slid down Engi’s thighs, caressing the inner warmth of his trembling legs as he suddenly touched something firm and round. It was Engi’s scrotum. His heart thudded, for earlier, he had lacked the courage. Dare he touch it now? Not without some trepidation, did his fingers gently grope the heavy sac. Slowly, he began to cup a firm, heavy orb, taking it into his palm.

“Do not fear,” Engi moaned. “You’ll learn to love it.” 

Cleo did not see the wicked smile that crested the troll’s lips, nor hear the venom creep into his voice. His hand cupped those ripe orbs, the seed churning fresh and hot with those precious spheres. He pulled back his tongue, licking the slick, wet lobes of Engi’s womanhood, while his hand did curl around the troll’s throbbing manhood. 

“I can’t believe I’m stroking another guy,” Cleo said. His fingers slid up Engi’s shaft, squeezing the tip and sliding back down. 

“Why should it matter?” The troll cocked his head back. “Male, female? Under the sheets, when everything feels good, does it matter?”

“I guess, it doesn’t,” Cleo stammered. 

He stroked faster, pumping Engi’s cock until the troll had to bury his face into the pillow to keep from screaming. His gravid belly quaked with ecstatic sobs. His slick nether’s opened. The delicate petals blooming for Cleo as the badgervine mounted the whimpering troll, eager to claim his prize. His claws gripped Engi’s hips hard, as he guided his cock to the opening between those quivering folds. 

“You’re so forceful,” Engi said. “Show me how forceful you can be, lover.”

Cleo would show him. His hard shaft slammed deep, spearing the troll. His velvety tip crashed into Engi’s gate, thumping against this bloated womb. 

“Oh, more!” Engi cried out. “Break me, Cleo. Make me carry your seed like a triumphant conqueror.”

This made the badgervine smile. He had never felt quite like this before. His firm, slender muscles stood up like steel cables beneath his sleek fur as he thrust deep. He pulled back, is cock shiny and wet, only to ram faster into the troll. He felt strong, manly. He fell atop Engi’s back, his arm looping around the troll’s pregnant belly. A belly he desired to make pregnant again. 

“This is mine,” he growled into Engi’s ear. He gripped the troll’s belly hard, making Engi wince. “My belly.”

“Your belly,” Engi said as if in agreement. “You want this belly?”

“Yes,” Cleo purred. His hips bucked, piercing Engi to his throbbing core. 

“A-Ah, you like this belly? Tell me that you want this belly.”

Engi pushed back, his hips grinding into Cleo’s pubic bone. Cleo responded by burying his shaft all the way to the base of his throbbing cock into the troll. His hand flew to Engi’s rod, tugging frantically. 

“I want to make you pregnant.” His voice broke into a quavering sob. “Oh god, I want to make you pregnant so bad. I-I can’t stand it.” His fingers were becoming slimy and sticky with the troll’s trickling precum as he continued to stroke faster. 

Engi’s breath was blasted from his aching lungs. His narrow chest contracted as pleasure crashed into him over and over again. Through painful gasps, he managed to spudder, “I-It’s good to want to make m-me pregnant. Being p-pregnant is s-so wonderful. Give m-me your seed, Cleo. O-Oh…”

His hand clasped his belly as his unborn pummeled his innards with a pent up fury. Engi’s strength waned, the troll collapsing to the bed, helpless against the powerful thrusts of his bedgervine lover. Cleo clenched his fangs, saliva oozing down his chin as his cheeks flushed brilliant crimson. His cock shivered, spurting the first spray of precum into Engi. His balls churned, their desire to release could no longer be contained. 

“Ha, ha, Engi,” he groaned. “Engi, I c-can’t…”

He would not finish that sentence, for in that moment, his seed burst from his throbbing rod, flooding the troll's bloated womb with his fertile essence. At the same time, Engi let out a warbling cry, his own seed spurting from between Cleo’s fingers to soak into the satin sheets. 

“Oh,” Engi cried. “Oh god.”

“Yes,” Cleo shrieked in reply. “Oh god, yes.”

The badgervine bucked his hips, locking the pair together. Engi’s warmth enveloped his spurting cock, hugging his shaft like a sleeve. Cleo shuddered and released another ropey strand of sticky semen that Engi’s greedy womb was fast to lap up. The troll hugged his swollen belly, delighting in the warm tightness of fresh expansion. He had grown to nearly the size of twins as Cleo continued to vent his manly essence into him. 

“You are incredible,” Engi said in a rasping voice. “I think my water almost broke on that one.”

Cleo pulled his softening cock free, allowing his white seed to trickle down Engi’s inner thigh. Seeing his spent semen oozing down the matted, tawny fur, he quickly wiped it away with a finger, before inserting that very digit into Engi’s battered flower. The troll groaned, his green lips curling into a satisfied smile. 

“Such a gentleman indeed,” he said. “Don’t waste a single drop, now.”

Cleo placed a final kiss to Engi’s quivering blossom and laid down beside the pregnant troll. 

“That was amazing,” he said. He placed a hand on Engi’s belly, giving the swollen orb a rub. “You are something else.”

“No,” replied Engi. “You were the incredible one. My big, strong man.” He kissed Cleo gently before nuzzling his neck. “Is your weekend still a bust?”

“My weekend?” Then Cleo remembered. “Oh, right. I can’t say it is after that.”

“Good,” Engi chuckled. “Say, Cleo, can I ask you something?” He raised his head to look the badgervine in the eye.

“What is it?” Cleo replied. 

Engi’s fuschia eyes twinkled. “Have you ever thought about becoming pregnant, yourself?” As if to assert his point, his fingers trailed along the hump of his belly. 

The heat bloomed scarlet on Cleo’s cheeks. “I… E-Excuse me?”

