Taking me by the wrists, my love bade me to lie upon the floor. The deep beige carpet was scratchy against my back as I stared up at the white ceiling which reflected the soft orange glow from the candles burning so merrily from the coffee table, creating a gently swaying ocean above my head. I turned my golden gaze down the bridge of my nose to find Fereya looming over the chocolate hump of my swollen belly, her honey-gold fur shimmering with a rich coat of rust from the candles. Time and again, the pounding thunder would set her ablaze in a bright sheen of purest silver as lightning cracked the black sky. Yet, those scintillating fuchsia orbs would never change, always swirling endlessly to draw me into their purple depths. 

Her nipples thrust up through the thin confines of her tank top, the white cotton becoming darkened by her sweat as she knelt down beside me. Her pungent musky scent invaded my nostrils, making my head swim with the aroma of vanilla and jasmine, mingling so seductively with her own natural fragrance. My heart was pounding, the heat blooming in my cheeks as my cock roared in protest, becoming so painfully erect. Fereya’s hand slid along the curve of my belly, finding the hump of my breast and traveling, questing ever onwards to lay itself upon my brown cheek. 

“Let’s take these off,” she said, tugging my glasses from my nose. 

I blinked dumbly as my vision blurred, but even without my glasses I could still see her clearly, right above me. Her radiant smile beamed down, a second moon in the dead of this stormy night. 

“Your eyes,” the troll whispered, her fingers circling the orbits of my golden gaze. 

“What about my eyes?” I answered back. 

“Have I ever told you how enchanting they are? Like endless pools of amber, Ammah. How far can I fall into them, I wonder?”

She lowered her head, placing her black lips to my hungry mouth. 

“Your lips.”

Her mouth grazed my chin, cresting the supple curve of my offered throat. With a faint moan, I arched my back, surrendering myself to her. Her mouth spread across my neck, slipping lower to fill the chalice of my collarbone with her honeyed kisses. 

“Your neck, your skin. I’m so jealous,” she whispered. 

Fereya plunged between my wobbling breasts, her tongue darting deep between those milk-heavy mountains. The warmth of my skin enticed her, drawing her down into that forbidden realm of devilishly decadent pleasures. Her white teeth snatched at my bra, the crisp snap of spandex resounding between us as she pulled back. 

“We should remove this,” the troll laughed. 

Her deft hands grasped the black material and I raised my arms, allowing her to free me of the confines of my bra. The hated garment fell to the floor to lie crumpled and discarded beside us. My heaving breasts, freed at last of their prison, sloped to the sides of my distended middle. Fereya’s lips glided down my sternum, sending ripples of ecstatic pleasure up my spine. I clawed at the carpet, but alas, could not save myself from being swept away on that giddy tide. Lost in the swirling wine dark sea of utter bliss, I at last let out a thin cry as my love took hold of a great, milky tit. 

Her claws sank deep into jiggling brown flesh, my dark areola, grown as wide as a dinner plate, now beckoned to her. The troll, enthralled by the jagged spear of firm dark flesh which thrust up from the bumpy field of my breast, seized my nipple. Her tongue swirled around the erect bud, her fangs nipping in wild delight. Pain and such intoxicating pleasure would fizz in my brain, making me swoon as she took my nipple between her teeth. Suckling greedily, my lover compelled me to give myself. That familiar tingle ignited in my chest, the white trickle of my fresh milk beginning to flow into her waiting mouth. Her cheeks swelled, blossoming as she drank of me with relish. Gulping frantically, white streams dribbling down her furry chin to drip across my swollen belly, I at last reached out, taking her hot face in my hands. 

Fereya broke from my leaking breast, her face flushed crimson as she gasped for air. Her eyes, heavy-lidded and cloudy, gazed back at me through an intoxicated haze. Her pregnant belly was fat and hard, filled with my rich milk. I slid from her face, traveling down her ripened breasts, the nipples like iron as I laid my palms on her taut, round flesh. Her heaving belly pressed to my own, her fur tickling my brown skin, making goosebumps dance along my spine. Her black lips, now dribbling white, were pursed into a thin moan as I caressed the sweet curve of her swollen middle. 

“Mmm, I’m so full,” she groaned. “But I want so much more.”

She pushed herself off me, rising to her knees. Her cock had escaped her panties, a throbbing pillar of purple flesh, like an enraged serpent, thrusting up in defiance. How I longed to grasp that hard rod, to let my hands slither down the veined flesh, to take her into my mouth. My anus quivered, growing wet and slack with the temptation of what was to come. I reached out, letting a finger slide along the plump underside of her rigid member. A bead of shimmering dew glistened like liquid fire from her velvet tip and I did not have to feel the dampness of her underwear to know that her precious bloom was spreading in rapt expectation. My fingers curled around her throbbing cock, sliding up to work my thumb around her spongy tip. Wiping the shimmering nectar from her glans, I slid back down, stroking faster, harder, making the troll shudder in my hands. 

“Oh, so eager,” I heard the troll purr. “Mmm, but not so fast, loverboy.” Her hand closed around mine. “I still have something else in store.” Fereya’s clawed fingers shot for the coffee table, taking up a half melted candle before her fuchsia gaze returned to me. “I’ve always wanted to do this,” she whispered, holding the candle above my belly. “But with my fur, the wax would just get stuck.” She then placed her other hand on my belly, my unborn fluttering beneath her palm. Her fingers worked like magic, caressing my smooth chocolate flesh. “Fortunately, my little boy toy has plenty of soft, bare skin for me to play with.”

Slowly, she tipped the burning candle, the flame swayed like a singular pillar, holding me in its thrall as the first burning glob of wax struck my belly. I gave a start, as much from surprise as the sharp, but alluring pain of the melted droplet. Another came, splattering across my flesh, oozing in fat, yellowish streams to cool and harden on my skin. It was hardly the first time that my love had painted my pregnant belly. My tail began to wag, for I knew it would also not be the last. Another searing drop and she moved her hand up my belly, to dribble along the sweet dark flesh of my breasts. 

“Do you like it?” she asked. Her fingers worked themselves into the cooling wax. With a claw, she etched her love into the mold, tracing a heart on my belly as she glided down towards my shorts. “I like it.” 

Her nimble fingers sought the waistband of my shorts and she pulled. My claws took hold and aided my lover in removing the last of my garments. First the shorts and then the underwear, to join my cast away bra. My manhood leapt free as my panties slid down my knees, a rod of purest dark, to throb in the cool air of the living room. Fereya brought the candle to dangerously hover over my cock and I let out a sudden gasp. 

“Oh, don’t worry,” she laughed, returning the candle to the coffee table. “I wouldn’t think of it. Besides, I wouldn’t want to get wax all over it. Not when I intend to do this.”

She lowered her tawny head, her lips seeking my tip. The breath caught in my throat as she kissed my spongy glans, her ripe mouth lowered still further to plant itself along my trembling shaft. My heart leapt to my throat, pounding wildly, as Fereya stroked. Her fingers slid up my cock, tracing the veins which wound around that shuddering tower like old ivy. The soft, wet smack of her lips echoed over the chorus of booming thunder, lulling me into a giddy haze as the ceiling churned orange above me. Sweat prickled my flesh as her lips tickled my urethra; her warm tongue slithering out now, licking at my tangy flesh, savoring the rich aroma of my pungent musk. Her nostrils flared, drinking me in as her mouth encircled my shaft. Down, she plunged, her button nose with its glittering gold ring nestling into the tangle of pubic fur. 

Her lips tightened around my cock as she drew back, now loosening as she plunged once more. Her tongue, ever nimble, never tiring, lapped at my hot, throbbing flesh, making my belly rise and fall with each labored breath. My throat had become raw with the hoarse shouts of my love as Fereya tore herself from my manhood to leave my quivering groin shiny and slick. Heaving herself up, she grasped the hem of her tank top and yanked her shirt off. Down came her panties, cast into the gloom as I beheld her golden body. Her belly swelled, a great, honey-gold orb, above her blessed adamantine rod. Her balls hung low, churning with their delicious promise, as fat and ripe as two pomegranates. My throat grew tight just to gaze upon them, my greedy womb rumbling for their sweet reward. My legs rose of their own accord, my lap widening for her, revealing the deep cleft between my fat cheeks as the troll lowered her body. 

Her belly met mine, wax matting into her fur, despite her lament from earlier, hopelessly entwining us as our unborn lashed out in protest. Furious kicks pounded as our bellies rippled like living things between us. Our hands fell, taking one another’s swollen, gravid middles, caressing the bubbling flesh. Such was the life which grew within us, grew ever still between us as our eyes, gold and purple, would meet. For what felt like an eternity, neither of us spoke, for to merely utter a single syllable would be to spoil this moment. 

At last, Fereya would then say to me, “Ammah, I love you.”

Such a simple thing to say, but to us, it was the signal. I rolled with a grunt onto my side, struggling to my belly so that I may prop myself onto my hands and knees. My tail rose to reveal the vast divide between my cheeks. Fereya’s claws slid deep into that dark canyon to spread my brown flesh wide. My button, a tight doughnut of almost black, opened itself to her, the petals of my ring wet and ready. The troll’s lips met my blossom with a kiss that stole my very breath. Her tongue caressed the tight ring, darting into my blooming anus to plunge down to my very core. My belly heaved beneath me as the breath came blasting from my aching lungs. My body came alive in her hands, trembling, drawing her deeper. I let her come, beckoning my love to explore my most inner self. Fereya lapped at my shuddering walls, compelling my utter submission. 

I buried my hot face into the carpet, whimpering softly as my cruel, wonderful mistress continued her sweetly agonizing ministrations. Her hand shot for my dripping cock, shimmering precum leaking freely as she clasped the throbbing shaft. Stroking, she stoked the fires of my lust until my body was boiling. I could hold back no longer. 

“O-Oh, Fereya,” I wailed as the lightning crashed, bathing us in blinding white. “Please, I can’t take it anymore.”

The troll released her hold, placing both palms on my hips. My wet, abused ring hung limp and slack, opened to her. Her fat tip pressed to my gaping bloom and I gave a short gasp as my anus began to stretch. The first stabbing pains gave way to tortuous elation as the troll guided her rod into me. Bucking her hips, she slammed deep to crash into my trembling prostate. Stars burst in my golden eyes as utter jubilation swept through me. 

“Ugh, Fereya,” I groaned as she pulled back. “Oh, yes.”

My belly swelled, growing tight with fresh expansion as Fereya’s ample rod filled me. Her veiny flesh rubbed my quivering walls, teasing me to new heights of giddy pleasure, while her velvet tip pushed itself farther into my trembling gland, pressing, crushing, now pulling back. My belly heaved, closing myself around her as she attempted to pull away. Like so many delicate fingers, I would stroke her magnificent shaft, milking her as she slid back, only for her to buck her hips and come in again. She tilted her pelvis, circling, stabbing harder, spurred by my closing around her hot, rigid pole. Fereya laid herself on my back, her swollen belly damp with sweat as her claws rose from my hips to lay claim to my belly. Her fingers dug into my tight, brown skin, spreading deliciously across my tender flesh as she renewed her assault. 

“Mmm, more,” I groaned. 

My tongue clove to the roof of my mouth, now licking my full lips as I sighed, opening myself to her. Fereya advanced, pressing her attack. I retreated, giving ground, leading her deeper, guiding her to my most secret of places. There, her pubic fur tickling my buttocks, her pelvis grinding into my wobbling ass, I would retaliate. I hurled myself back, pressing into her, pushing up as the troll let loose with a keening cry of ecstatic glee. 

“A-Ah, Ammah,” she gasped, sweat dripping from her nose in shimmering droplets. “Oh you’re getting better.”

“What do you mean by better?” I called. “I’m already the best.” 

I would show her just what I meant. Clapping hard around her cock, I raised my hips, twisted and rolled. The troll’s fuchsia eyes lit up as I came to lie now on my back. Our bellies touching, my legs up, knees to my chin, I grabbed her arms, dragging her to me. Our unborn lashed out, their kicks only serving to heighten our mad desires as the troll now pumped with a vigor she had never possessed before. Her cock was like a piston, slamming my battered prostate harder, harder with each blessed thrust of her wide, round hips. Our cries thundered over the din of the storm outside, drowning out the heavens so that the gods themselves would be jealous of our love. 

“Ammah! Ammah, I love you,” she wailed over the wet, raw slap of our sweaty flesh. 

“Fereya,” I cried her name to the brooding sky above. “Fereya, please don’t stop.”

“I won’t, Ammah. I won’t… I… I can’t…”

Her frantic cries built into a shrill scream as her churning balls could at last hold back no longer. 

“Ammah, I’m going to…” she roared. 

“You can let go,” I replied. “Please, let go. Release me from your loving torture. 

I braced myself as hot precum spurted against my prostate. The troll’s fangs were bared in a grimace as she thrust one last time to bury her spear deep. Then, with a primal scream tearing forth from her throat, she released. Hot, bubbling seed gushed in a blasting torrent, flooding my hungry womb. Eagerly, I lapped at her fertile semen, drinking deeply, drawing her essence into me. Silently I prayed, as I would pray each and every night, that her seed would find root and quicken. My belly churned, bloating before my eyes. My massive hump swelled into a burgeoning globe of rich, vibrant mocha, my flesh painfully, wonderfully tight with expansion as my lover trembled, releasing another ropy strand into me. Fereya panted desperately, with each sobbing breath, came another shivering release to paint my rectum white. My belly lurched suddenly, pain rippling through my abdomen as my overstuffed innards could hold no more. Thick strands of white spurted from my bruised and battered flower to splatter onto the carpet. Semen oozed freely down Fereya’s shaft, clinging in glimmering ropes along her balls, matting into the tawny fur which bristled from her purple flesh. 

The troll uttered one last sigh and pulled her softening member from my blossom, letting her seed trickle from my devastated ring to catch in the fur of my leg. I laid my head back against the scratchy carpet, gazing up at the ceiling with its dancing ocean of orange light. 

“That was amazing,” I said. 

Fereya hugged my swollen belly, kissing my tender, round stomach. Her sweet tongue slid gently up my abdomen, following the dark line of my linea alba to circle my distended navel. 

“You certainly gave me a run for it,” she sighed. “Now if only you could play video games just as well.”

“What?” My ears swiveled back. “Hey, I already told you, I was just not used to being player two!” 

So much for romance, I suppose. I propped myself up on my elbows, scowling at the grinning troll hiding behind my bump. 

Fereya ignored my piercing glare, instead, she just laughed and replied, “Whatever lover, just come over here and show me what you really got.”

She sprawled onto her back, her cock still upright, pulsing with desire, begging for my touch. My manhood throbbed eagerly, urging me to take my love and plant myself deep within her. Outside, the rain ran in sheets down the window, thunder rumbling into the distance as I clambered over her. Lightning flashed, frosting her honey-gold fur in flickering silver. Her wet, gleaming lips called to me, her breath gave off the distinct scent of cinnamon and clove, and I must add, the heady aroma of my own fragrance, as I partook of that blessed cup. My claw descended down her collarbone, traveling the furry expanse of her chest to seize her ripe breast. Her nipple thrust up from the swaying waves of tawny fur, a firm cherry lost in a sea of gold just waiting to be plucked. 

I tore myself from her lips, leaving her mouth swollen with my love, to glide down the curve of her throat. Fereya arched her back, pressing her belly up as I sought her tender breast. My lips encircled her purple areola, running along the bumpy skin to flick at the erect bud which dared to rise up. Flicking, swirling, licking, I tasted the sweet, warm nectar that began to trickle from her teat. Fereya’s milk filled my mouth and I let it roll across my tongue, savoring the rich bouquet like a fine wine before I swallowed that hardy brew, letting it slide down my throat to pool into my stomach. Her essence inflamed my senses, my cock straining with a mad desire. Precum dribbled from my throbbing shaft and I could not hold back any longer. I plunged ever lower, mounting her trembling belly, slipping effortlessly through the forest of bristling pubic fur to lay my claws at last upon that throbbing rod. 

My fingers so gently grasping my queen’s scepter, I brought my lips to touch that blessed tip. The spice of her musk, the tang of stale sweat and the bitter scent of our recent love all vied in my nostrils, making my head swim as I kissed her spongy glans, trailing down the vein-crossed path of her plump undershaft to caress her fat balls. Slowly, I would ascend, my tongue slithering along her hot flesh, lapping at the leftovers of our dalliance. The ropy remnants of her expended seed played over my tongue, the bittersweet taste setting my brain afire with a pulsating desire. My lips wrapped around her tip and I plunged headlong into that golden thicket. My nose inhaled the rich aroma, growing bolder as I rose back up. Fereya’s body tensed below me, a short gasp escaping her lips as I came down once more. Back up, I plucked my mouth from her softening rod, my quest leading me onward to those churning orbs and the treasure which lay concealed beneath them. 

With the utmost care, I cupped her heavy spheres, still full with their virile promise. I had to smile at their weight, knowing that the troll was not fully spent. Could we dare a third time? Maybe a fourth? The possibilities were absolutely endless. I bit my lower lip, my tail wagging with the gleeful imaginings of what our love could bring, but enough of such daydreams. I pulled aside the fleshy curtain, laying bare Fereya’s deepest secret. Her blossom spread before me, quivering petals of purple flesh, swollen and wet with her desire. Each delicate lobe glistened with a ruddy hue in the candlelight, dripping with sweet, pungent dew that compelled me, as a fly is drawn towards the venus flytrap, to partake of its bounty. I could resist no longer. My lips met hers with a kiss that stole the breath from her lungs. Fereya’s body shuddered, her back arching painfully as I plunged my tongue deep. 

Her treasures were laid bare to me, my tongue sliding effortlessly to her very core. There, I would speak in the words of our special love, curling, twisting, sliding back, now thrusting forward. Her fragrant juices ran freely, pouring down my throat, like a burning wine that filled my aching belly and made me drunk on her sweet desire. I slid back, pulling my tongue from her gaping bloom to dart at the sensitive nub of flesh which quivered in rapt expectation. Her clit rose up to greet me and I flicked the little bud, making my lover squirm in my claws. 

“A-Ah,” she cried. “Mmm, Ammah, you know just what I love.”

I always did, how could I not? Her petals trembled, begging for my attention and I could not ignore them. With a quick nibble at the troll’s swollen clit, I then laid my claim on her tender lobes. Each petal filled my mouth, my tongue caressing the fleshy lips, suckling the sweet dew from their folds. Fereya’s legs tensed, each muscle like a steel cable, tendons rising like enraged serpents, then, she suddenly fell limp. Her belly rose and fell with a rasping pace and I knew that she was at last ready. Wiping the juice from my chin, I guided my throbbing manhood to her tender lips. Her blossom parted for me, ushering me into those forbidden depths. With a slow buck of my hips, I was in her. 

Her walls closed around me, warm, smooth and wet. I slid further, plunging headlong into that mysterious realm as my belly came to rest upon her gravid mound. Her legs came up, locking around my wide hips, drawing me into her, calling for me to take her utterly. I obeyed without protest. My hips swiveled, rising, circling, now coming in to pierce her trembling core. I took her heaving belly in my hands, clasping her pregnant middle as I pulled back. Fereya let out a whooshing sigh, shuddering before I came in, eliciting a screeching wail from her black lips. 

“A-Ah, yes,” she screamed. “Ammah, yes!”

My pace quickened, pushing deeper, ever deeper. My tip rubbed against her cervix, tapping the doorway to her womb. I crashed into her weakening gates, my battering ram would not be denied. The troll’s claws scrabbled at the empty air and I seized them, our fingers entwining. I leaned over her belly, our brood rumbling between us. Her fuchsia gaze filled my vision, holding me there as I pushed into her. Every exhale, every perfect movement of our hips only served to bring us together in a new level of pleasure. The world melted around us, the storm growing into a dim roar of a distant ocean as our love superseded reality itself. For in that moment, there was no other reality than what I shared with the troll in my arms. 

“Ammah,” her voice was a breathless whisper. “I love you.”

Tears stung at my golden eyes, I buried my face into the shaggy fur of her belly, nestling deep into her damp, matted fur as our heaving bodies became as one. One heart, one mind, we traveled that familiar road together. Fereya would dance away from me, leading me down that well-trod path. I followed, joining her in that secret glade. She closed around me, guiding me into her, now releasing so that would pull away, but only for so long. I could not escape her, not my Fereya. The troll would take me once more, guide me back to that sacred place and I would follow, ever follow. 

“F-Fereya,” I groaned. My balls churned, hot precum spurting rapidly as my face blushed scarlet. “I-I can’t hold on.”

“Come to me, lover,” she whispered. “Release yourself into me.”

At last, I could hold out no longer. Bubbling seed burst, jetting out in thick, ropy strands to paint her hungry womb. Fereya let out a shrill cry, her belly surging with new expansion as I pumped frantically. My lungs burned, I sobbed for air, but never could I cease in pouring myself into her. Faster, I slammed into her pubic bone, the wet slaps of our raw flesh forming a tattoo which beat to the thrumming of our pounding hearts. 

“Fereya!” I cried out. “Fereya!”

“Ammah!” came the echoing cry. 

With one final sobbing pump, I pulled my softening member from her bruised flower. My seed trickled from her battered petals to run down her leg, matting into her fur as the troll rolled to her side. I would collapse beside her, our bellies joined in gravid bliss. 

“That was perfect,” she sighed. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, her voice thick and distant. 

“It was,” I said, draping an arm around her. “Fereya, I think it’s time I said something.”

Dare I say? The words hung on my tongue, unable to leap from my mouth. I shook my head, ignoring the thumping of my heart. 

“Fereya, I…”

“You what?” she asked. 

I had to say it. I had to summon the courage to take that final plunge. “I want to--”

The room flickered with a vibrant glare and the lumen crystals came to life with the brilliant white of a new day. The troll suddenly sat up, pushing herself from me. 

“Oh, the power’s back,” she said. “I think the storm is over.”

“Uh,” I stammered. My ears swiveled around. “Um, I still wanted to say that--”

“Hey, we can get back to our game now.” Fereya struggled drunkenly to her feet, stumbling with her newly bloated abdomen back to the sofa. 

I swallowed back the lump rising in my throat. “But Fereya, I really wanted to say something.”

“Save it, loverboy,” she said, tossing a controller at me. “Get up here so I can whip your fat ass again.”

I snatched up the controller and dragged my weary frame back to the sofa. I could tell her later, I suppose. Maybe then, I could finally say to her the words that I wanted to tell her. That I was ready. Ready for us to at last be together as more than just the couple we are now. I stole a quick glance her way. Her fuchsia eyes glittered in the glow of the television screen, her mouth etched with grim determination. 

“Come on, Ammah,” she growled, her knuckles white as she gripped the controller. “Are you ready or not?”

“Yeah,” I replied with a smile. “I am.”

