The rain fell in sheets against the windows. My ears pricked up as I listened to the old panes rattle in the wind, the way the worn out shutters creaked and banged. Helpless against the buffeting storm, just as I was helpless to the events which transpired. I heaved a sigh and looked up at the dark blotchy stain forming in the corner of the eaves. The slate shingles were in desperate need of repair. While the rain continued to fall outside, inside I was busying myself with what remained of the evening festivities. Gone were the usual drunks, farmers, and layabouts. The candles guttered in the gloom of the main room, the wax running into tiny pools on the tables. I smoothed out my apron and made my way around the room, pausing to scoop up a pewter plate here or a wooden flagon there. I was clad in a short, green skirt that came down to just above my knees. A low blouse concealed my torso, leaving the ripe swell of my bosom visible to all. My hair was tied back in two plaits and held in place by a red kerchief. 

My hooves clicked on the wooden floor as I skirted another table to add to my growing collection of used dinner plates. Suddenly, thunder cracked and the front door burst open, nearly ripping from its hinges. In an instant, my hand flew to my breast. Had I neglected to bolt the door? Framed in the white flicker of lightning, a man stood rigid. My heart leapt to my throat as the giant figure strode into the inn. The plates fell from my nerveless fingers, clattering onto the floor with a great crash. 

“Jean-Claude,” I gasped when I saw the familiar face in the dim glow of the candles. “How on earth did you evade the Duke’s men?”

Jean-Claude stepped forward, his grin broadening beneath his mustache. His white woolen shirt, which clung to his barrel chest, was soaked through by the rain. 

“I did not, Madeleine,” he replied and at once I saw the bloom of scarlet on his shoulder. 

My hands at my mouth, I gave a small gasp. “You’ve been hurt.”

“This is nothing more than a scratch,” said he. “A gift of the Duke himself. The fiend,” he clenched his heavy fist. “We were engaged in a duel.” He averted his gaze from mine. “I know that you are against such matters, being a woman of gentle demeanor and all. But this was a matter of honor among men.”

“What happened?” I dug my fingers into my apron, my face growing pale. 

Jean-Claude turned back to me, his expression grim. “The scoundrel was concealing a pistol. He knew that he would be no match against me in swordplay. The Duke fired on me just before the final blow was struck. I managed to escape, but I fear they will soon be coming.”

Slipping my kerchief from my head, I tied it about the man’s shoulder. “Oh, my dear Jean-Claude. Surely you know that the Duke has set his fancy upon me. Your dear Madeleine is to be the new Duchess by tomorrow evening.”

“That is why I came,” he cried and leapt for me. “I will not let the Duke have you.”

I squirmed in his iron embrace. “No, Jean-Claude,” I screamed. “You must go. Already, I hear the pounding of hooves on the cobbles. The gendarmes shall be upon us at any moment.”

The man crushed me to his hard chest. “Then let them come,” he replied. “I fear not the Duke.”

“Ah, you are a fool,” I hissed. “Please, leave me. Go!” I pushed back from the man, but I could not escape his grip. “Let me go, Jean-Claude,” I cried. “Let me go.”

“Never,” was his response. 

My hand lashed out, cracking against his cheek like a bullwhip. My ears drooped to my shoulders and tears stung the corners of my eyes. 

“O-Oh,” I sniffled and turned my gaze to the floor. 

Jean-Claude took two fingers and gently tilted my chin up to meet his gaze. “My dearest, my one and only,” he began. “If this be our final night, then let us make it memorable.”

“Oh, Jean-Claude,” I whispered. 

My palms against his broad, strong chest, I pressed my lips to his in a loving kiss. Outside, the thunder of iron shod hooves clashed in chorus to the storm above. They were closer now. I could hear the heavy tread of the soldiers approaching. I hugged myself tight to Jean-Claude, my slender shoulders trembling. His warm lips claimed my wanting mouth, taking the breath from my lungs. Silhouetted in the flash of lightning, the men came. I could see them advancing. His black boots shining from the rain, the Duke stepped over the threshold. My heart pounded against my ribs as I fell back. Jean-Claude had let me fall from his arms and now spun on the gathering foes. His sword leapt to his great fist and I gave a small cry as the lethal blade flashed red in the sputtering candle light. Gun barrels rose from the dark and I threw out a hand in supplication. 

“Jean-Claude,” I cried over the roar of musket fire.

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I sat up from the couch and held the old paperback at arm’s length. 

“Oh my,” I said aloud. “When I picked this out I knew it was good, but this is so exciting. Chases, sword fights, gun battles.” I fanned my hot face with my hand. “There’s just one problem.” I suddenly gripped the book with both hands, my fingers crinkling the pages. “Where’s the dick!?” I flopped back down and adjusted the pillow in the small of my back. “Honestly, I thought this was a romance novel. Where’s the passion and the heart-fluttering? I mean, sure it’s got romance, but didn’t the author realize that some of us have hormones that are currently frothing over?”

Lying back against the arm rest, I sat the book down on the ripe dome of my swollen middle and thrust my lip out in a pout. Giving a quick snort through my nostrils, I began flipping through the pages, trying to find something juicy to work with. Lately, I had been feeling, let us just say, pent up, and was in need of something to work out all that energy. My ears pricked up as I found a chapter towards the end of the book. The two protagonists, Jean-Claude and Madeleine, had escaped the Duke’s men and were on the run through the forest. Having just met a wandering beggar, they had come at last to an old ruin of a house deep in the wilderness. My tail, which had been hanging limp from the side of the couch, now began to wiggle in anticipation. 

“Let’s see now,” I muttered and let my eyes scan lazily over the page. 

Suddenly, the faint smell of lilac filled my nostrils. At the same time, the light overhead was eclipsed by something round. Before I could turn my head, a familiar voice spoke. 

“Hiya nerd. Whatcha reading?”

A pair of slender arms enveloped my neck as a tawny cheek pressed against me. I caught the glint of a gold nose ring just before I looked into the fuschia eyes of Fereya. 

“Fereya,” I yelped. “How did… Why are you here?”

The troll turned her mouth down in a mocking frown and stood up. Her hands on her widening hips, she cocked her head to one side. “Ammah, it’s Saturday, remember? I was coming by to take you to dinner.”

“Oh,” my ears drooped. “Right, I guess I was too engrossed in this.” I held up the book.

“The Roses of Summer?” Fereya said. “I didn’t take you for the sort. Is my Ammah the sensitive type?”

I rolled my gravid frame from the couch and stood up. “Hey now, it’s not my fault. It’s the hormones, you know.”

Fereya chuckled and placed a hand on her own pregnant belly. “I know too well. But, really you shouldn’t be ashamed. Nothing wrong with a little romance, Ammah. Besides, I’ve read that whole series.” Her long tail curled behind her. “Say, which one is that?”

I turned the cover over in my hands. “Uh, the fourth one, I think.”

Fereya’s hand snaked out and snatched the worn paperback in a flash. “Oh now, I remember this one.” She rapidly flipped through the pages, her purple eyes lighting up. “Say, I have a better idea. Instead of just reading this old book, how’s about I take it to the bedroom and give you a more intimate telling?”

My cheeks were on fire. “W-Well now, that does sound better than just sitting on the couch.”

The troll grinned and ran her hands down her perfect breasts, cresting her bulging belly to slide along the wondrous curves of her hips. “It’s been too long,” she purred. “We need some together time.”

It had been too long, I thought. Fereya had already moved down the hall, leaving me a trail of discarded clothing like breadcrumbs on a forest path. When I entered the bedroom, I found her sitting on the bed, not a stitch of clothing on her heavy frame. Her tawny fur was golden in the light of the single lamp I had on the nightstand. Her belly was a ripe globe that spilled over her lap. Beneath that lovely sphere, her swollen balls hung to her knees. Like all trolls, Fereya was a hermaphrodite. A stiff purple rod poked out from between her legs, ready and willing. I quickly tore off my shirt and underwear and sat down beside her. 

“Now,” she said softly. “Where did you leave off?”

“It was the scene at the end. Where they find that old house,” I replied. 

Fereya leaned against my shoulder. “That’s a good scene.”

“So,” I said. “You’ll be Madeleine and I’ll be Jean-Claude.” 

She stuck a finger to my lips and shook her head. “Oh no, I’m afraid you got it all wrong.” Her palm pressed against my chest, forcing me to the mattress. Her hot, sweet breath was blowing into my ear, sending tingles down my spine. “Now tell me about the house, Madeleine.” Her fingers tickled the curve of my throat. “Is it old? What about the roof?”

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Mud clung to my hooves as the rain continued to fall unabated from the lead colored sky. Behind us, the city was nothing more than a mere speck in the dying light of the horizon. We had run through the night, our only respite was when we found that beggar on the trail. Jean-Claude was instantly suspicious of the rogue, but I felt in my heart that he could be trusted. The fellow had told us of this old house left behind in the woods. Old could not begin to describe the ruin which greeted us. The walls sagged on the frame, their wooden planks an ugly mix of brown and grey. The windows of the second story seemed to look back at us with a forlorn expression. The roof was nearly devoid of shingles and what had remained was covered with thick moss. Grass and weeds sprouted from the roof, giving the impression of hair on the weary face of a sad old man. Still, it was something other than the driving rain. 

“Hurry, Madeleine,” Jean-Claude said to me. 

Together, we both entered the old house. The floor was dirty and the boards were warped. The rooms were empty, save a few piles of moldy books or the odd piece of broken furniture. Jean-Claude found the crumbling brick fireplace to be in order and was busy lighting a fire, while I continued to watch out the window for the horses of the Duke and his men. 

“He will not be far behind,” I heard my love say. “You know the Duke too well.”

I closed my eyes and nodded. “Indeed. I fear the worst.”

“An orange glow leapt from the fireplace and Jean-Claude stepped back, her tan fur reflecting the light. “I told you that I should have killed that beggar.”

“Is there not enough killing?” I asked. “I grow so weary of it all.”

Outside, the sun was slipping beneath the mountains and the gloom of night was fast settling across the land. My fist held against my breast, I turned to my love. “The Duke will not stop until he has me. He wishes for my beauty, being the most lovely girl in the village.” My golden eyes met the fuschia gaze of Jean-Claude. “But, he has but one flaw. He seeks a girl not only of beauty, but of purity. He seeks an unsullied virgin.” I reached out and took her by the hand. “Please, Jean-Claude. Tonight, will you take away my virtue?”

Her eyes grew wide in the firelight. Her hands were clasping my shoulders. “Madeleine, do you know what you ask?”

“I do Jean-Claude,” I cried. “But if not now, then we may never have the chance.”

Her lips locked to own in a steel embrace. Behind us, the burning logs popped and crackled, casting their dry warmth over the dampness of the old house. Her hands ran down my back to cup my full buttocks. I lowered my head to nestle my lips into her neck as a single tear ran down my cheek. For tonight I was to give up that which was most precious to me, but by morning I prayed that I would gain so much more.

“Come,” she said to me. “Let us upstairs. I think there may still be a bed.”

The bed was a rusted thing with what remained of a straw mattress slumping in the frame. Though it was not wholly pleasant to look at, it was sturdy enough for the two of us. Jean-Claude removed her coat and opened the bag she had thrown over her shoulder when we had left the city. 

“I have this.” She held up a rough blanket in her arms. “It is not exactly the finest quality, but it is clean.” 

She spread the blanket over the mattress and bade me to lie down. With trembling fingers, I slowly undid my skirt, allowing the simple garment to pool about my hooves. Next, I carefully unbuttoned my blouse and let the white wool slip from my arms to join my discarded skirt. Standing there, naked before my love, I suddenly felt a sense of shame wash over me. I quickly covered my breasts with an arm and turned from Jean-Claude, my cheeks growing hot. When she extended her hands to touch my bare skin, I recoiled. 

“I-I am sorry. I have just never been with another before.” I took a small step back.

She then smiled at me and reached out, slowly placing a hand on my arm. “I understand. Come, we will go slow.”

Jean-Claude guided me to the bed, where I took a seat. Dropping herself beside me, she put an arm around me and placed her lips to my own. The gentle warmth of her kiss brought a comfort to my weary nerves. I reached up and cupped my hand about the back of her neck, soft moans escaping through my nose. Jean-Claude removed herself from my lips, traveling down my chin to graze the sweet curve of my throat. 

“Oh, that is wonderful,” I moaned. 

Her wandering mouth did plunge further, departing from the safe shore of my neck and into the deep cleft of my heaving bosom. My mouth fell open in a scream of joy as she bit into my hardening nipple. My body was aflame. I gripped my love tight, forcing her downward. Her rough tongue flicked the dark nub of flesh which rose from my chocolate areola. Electricity surged in my veins as her nimble fingers squeezed my other breast, twisting my nipple and filling me with such delicious agony. 

Jean-Claude soon fell to my stomach kissing and licking the smooth flesh, questing all the while towards more southern climes. My brave explorer discovered the rise of my hip and the soft valley of my thighs. 

“Ah,” I whimpered as I turned onto my stomach. “Please, be gentle.”

Her fingers gently ran down the small of my back, slipping around my tail to sink between my buttocks. With both hands, she parted my cheeks and spread me wide to the entire world. My breath caught in my lungs and I bit down on my finger in anticipation for what was to come. My heart quaked in my chest for I knew that there was to be no going back. Jean-Claude’s fingers traced down my rump to stop on my button. Slowly, she ran a tiny circle about my anus, gently pushing against the knot of flesh. I shivered as I felt my blossom begin to open for her. My delicate petals spread before her, she leaned close and placed her lips to my ass. My breath was blasted from my lungs in a shriek of jubilation. Her tongue scoured my anus, dipping in to lap at the sweet honey within. Her fingers then joined in, plunging deep inside me, rubbing the walls of my rectum. I dug my claws into the blanket and sobbed. My skin was damp with sweat and chill was falling over me, but the throbbing heat of my passion would drive away any cold. 

“A-Ah, Jean-Claude,” I cried. “Please, I cannot take it anymore.”

She laughed, chuckling in that way of hers. With a swift motion, she removed her shirt and trousers. My heart fluttered as I bore witness to the hard rod of purple flesh which rose from her waist.

“Now is the time,” she whispered.

“Yes,” I replied. “Please, sully me.”

Jean-Claude knelt behind me and placed her hand against my thigh, pressing my legs further apart. My breath came out in ragged puffs as I braced myself for the moment. The tip of her member touched my anus and I let out a sudden yip of fright. 

Jean-Claude patted my hip. “It will be fine. Just relax.”

My hand on my thudding heart, I sighed and willed myself to open. Then, it happened. My body came alive with a thunderclap. Jean-Claude pushed in, forcing herself deep inside me. I threw my head back and screamed, not in horror, but in unbridled exaltation. The stars were no longer in the sky this night, for they were bursting in my very eyes. She slammed her pelvis into my ass, crashing against my prostate, only to slowly, agonizingly pull herself back. I sank my face into the blanket and screamed as she gradually stirred my insides. Jean-Claude impaled herself deeper and lifted her hips, raising me slightly from the bed. 

“Ah, yes!” I screamed out. “Yes, Jean-Claude.”

She pulled out long enough for me to turn around. Seeing her in the dim light, those fuschia orbs reflecting my glowing body, I was overwhelmed. I wrapped my arms about her neck and dragged her to me. My thighs spread wide, locking my ankles about her waist as I guided her into me with renewed vigor. Her face buried itself into my neck, her breath hot and ragged against my flesh. The scent of sweat and musk mingled in my nostrils, making my head swim. In my passion, I unhooked my legs and pushed up. Jean-Claude cried out as I toppled her over onto the blanket. Sitting astride my loving steed. I raked my claws through the scruff of her tawny chest. 

There was no longer any fear or hesitation, only the animal lust and the deeper cravings for passion. Bracing myself on her chest, I lifted my hips and came crashing down on her pelvis. Again, did I make the fateful plunge and again after that. Jean-Claude gripped my wrists with a feverish strength as I continued to ride her like a mad stallion. Together we charged madly on that wild ride. The bed shook beneath us, threatening to bring the old house down about us. I threw back my head and cried out to the heavens, lost as I was to the madness of passion.

“Come and see, Duke,” I cried out. “See how your Madeleine is not the pure maiden you hungered for, but the craven whore she has become.”

“M-Madeleine,” Jean-Claude groaned beneath me. 

“Jean-Claude,” I cried back. 

Her hips rose, pushing me from the bed. “A-Ah, Madeleine. I fear it is time.”

“Yes,” I cried. “Jean-Claude!”

“A-Ammah!” my love suddenly shrieked. 

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“Ammah,” Fereya cried. “I think I’m going to--”

She did not have to finish her sentence, for a flood of heat was pouring into my ass. I hugged my legs to her waist and held on as she bucked me into the air. My hands flew to my breasts, teasing my tender nipples while I let my tongue loll about from my slackened jaw. 

“Oh yes, Jean-Claude,” I groaned. “More.”

My belly was fast becoming heavy and full. Fereya’s pregnancy engorged balls were on overdrive, pumping buckets into my greedy womb. My fat, hanging belly bloated beneath my touch, expanding outward to become painfully, wonderfully tight. 

“A-Ammah,” I heard groan welling up from beneath my chocolate sphere. “I can’t do it.”

“Oh, come on,” I whined. “Just a little more?” 

I ground my ass against her pelvis and stuck out my lower lip.

“No, Ammah. It’s just that your Jean-Claude can’t breathe.”

My ears pricked up. “Oh, is that so?”

Upon rolling off of her, Fereya gave a rattling gasp and rubbed her belly. “And I thought it was hard enough to breathe with just my belly. You almost crushed me there.” 

Lying on my side, my hand clapped to my butt to keep from leaking Fereya’s precious seed through my fingers, I smiled and licked my lips. “Mmm, so full.”

Fereya gave my gravid belly a loving stroke. “It’s what I do best.” She propped herself on her elbow and chuckled. “Well, I was going to take you to dinner, but perhaps you’ve had your fill?”

“I could stand to eat,” I replied. 

A light twinkled in the troll’s eyes. She laboriously shifted her heavy body, Tossing a leg over me. With her hands on my hips, she lifted her tail and presented herself to me. 

“If that’s how you feel,” she said. “Then how’s about a home-cooked meal.”

The heat from her flowering womanhood scorched my face, filling my nostrils with the pungent aroma of Fereya’s musk. Seeing her soft petals spreading before me, their lips glistening with sweet nectar, a hunger suddenly grew inside me. I savagely clamped my claws to her buttocks and commenced to devour her. My tongue licked at the sweet dew, savoring the taste before I relished the tang of her tender flesh. Fereya howled and dug her nails into my skin. 

“A-Ah, yes,” she whimpered. “Oh I knew there was a reason I kept you around.”

Her claw wrapped itself around my hard cock and stroked the swollen flesh. The sensation spurring me on, I bit down gently on her clit, causing her to scream. Fereya’s fangs came down on my shaft, her lips clamping tightly to my rigid member. Together, we sought to give each other pleasure. Fereya’s nimble fingers found my balls and she was quick to work them with thumb and forefinger. Meanwhile, I slipped my two fingers into her ass, stroking her insides while my tongue continued to probe her deepest treasure. We reached our moment together. My hot, fertile seed poured down her throat, filling her belly. Fereya pulled her lips from my cock and shifted her weight back, rubbing her swollen, pregnant belly against mine. A flutter of tiny feet assailed us both as we held still, drinking in the simple joy of feeling new life. 

“They’re feisty tonight,” the troll said quietly, her eyes closed. 

I could only chuckle and pat her round ass. “I wonder why?”

Fereya’s body trembled with mirth above me, setting off a new round of buffeting strikes to my kidneys. Slowly, the troll turned herself around and now nestled her cheek on my arm. Her hand on my belly, she hugged herself close.

“Did you like the book?” she asked. 

“It was quite the read.” I let my head fall back on the pillow. 

“That’s good,” she replied. Her finger traced a circle around my distended navel. “Say, you know that book is part of a series right? There’s still another twelve to go.”

My ears drooped slightly. “G-Good thing it’s Saturday.”

We both had a laugh at that, until I suddenly stopped and turned to Fereya.

“Say, are we still getting dinner?”

Fereya’s mouth fell open and she sat up on one elbow. “What? Are you serious?”

My ears fell to my shoulders. “W-Well, I am hungry and I’m eating for two.”

The troll rolled her eyes, but I could see the faint hint of a smile curling the corner of her mouth. 

“Oh very well,” she sighed. She scooped her phone from the nightstand and thumbed the buttons. “I’ll order us takeout. Sound good?”

I nodded and wagged my tail. 

“And while we wait for the food to arrive,” Fereya said, sitting the phone back down. “How about I show you the next book?”

