She crawled onto the bed, her gravid body hovering above me. The gossamer folds of her teddy tickled my belly as she bent down, that dread feather approaching my delicate ear. 

“Let’s start with those lovely ears of yours,” she said. 

The narrow tip slid along my furry lobe, circling my ear canal while a shiver ran riot up and down my spine. Slowly, agonizingly, she let the feather glide around my ear, tracing a path down my chin. I let out a low moan as blessed agony swept me away on its giddy tide. My wrists fought in vain against the fuzzy cuffs. Alas, I was trapped, forced to endure Fereya’s sweet tortures. She brought the feather to my mouth, delicately tracing my full lips. My quivering lips thrust out in a pout, offering themselves to her. Fereya stooped down, kissing me as she let the feather fall to the curve of my chin. Ripples of delight danced along my flesh, raising goose bumps on my chocolate skin as the feather sought to plunge between my breasts. All the while, Fereya’s hungry lips followed, peppering my sensitive skin with her fresh kisses. 

The feather crested the swell of my breast, the tip now curling around my dark, bumpy areola. My body shook as I let loose a groan. 

“A-Ah, that’s… that’s…”

“That’s what, my love?” the troll asked, though she knew the answer, for she took the feather away, her soft lips meeting my erect nipple. 

Her warm, wet tongue slithered around that hardened bud, her fangs closing down. Pain and pleasure bubbled in my brain in equal measure, casting me adrift on a turbulent sea of such utter ecstasy that I had to cry out. Fereya tugged, letting my engorged teat slide from between her clenched jaws., allowing my breast to wobble like brown gelatin. My skin was growing shiny and slick with sweat as she brought the feather to my belly. Up, she glided. I mewled, hands numb as I strained further against the cuffs. Down now, she fell, the feather circling my lower belly. My unborn kicked out, raising tiny bumps against my gravid flesh. Fereya placed her palm on my stomach, her lips meeting those little bubbles, kissing them one by one. 

“Do you like the feel of something inside you, Ammah?” She slid her hand around my belly. “Do you like the feel of warm, soft life growing inside you, filling you?” 

I hugged my thighs together, rubbing my furry legs frantically as my cock stiffened. Fereya bent over me, her swollen belly draping over her golden thighs as she straddled my wide hips. 

“I’ll bet it just thrills you.” She ran her tongue down my belly, inching towards my throbbing manhood. 

She pushed herself back, sliding back on my legs, pinning my knees to the bed. I could not move! I stared in wide-eyed horror as she brought that feather to my quivering rod. That tip slid along my hardened shaft, rising, falling, tracing the bulge of a vein as it snaked up my shaft. 

Her fuchsia eyes flickered as she would around my velvet tip. “Does this make you hard? I’ll bet it does.” She lowered her muzzle towards my cock. Her breath blew hot and wet on my shaft, making me squirm. “I love to make you hard, lover. Oh, but I know what you need.”

She let the feather tumble from her fingers. Her hand curled around my rod, her lips parting. Her tongue lapped the shimmering bead of fresh dew from my tip, relishing the taste of my essence. Fereya closed her eyes, letting the flavor dance upon her tongue. Then, she descended. Her lips wrapped around my throbbing cock, her nose plunging into the nest of dark pubic fur which surrounded my groin. Her tongue swept my undershaft, twining around my cock like a serpent as she clasped her lips tight and pulled back. My fingers dug into the blankets below me, my knuckles white as she fell again. 

“O-Oh, Fereya,” I sobbed. My belly heaved as I gasped for breath. “I-I can’t take it much longer.”

My manhood pulsed, a spurt of salty precum filling her mouth. Fereya pulled back, leaving my throbbing rod slick and shiny. Letting her head fall back, she swallowed my shimmering fluid. 

“Delicious, lover. But now, it’s time you had your main course.”

The troll untied the knot of her lingerie, letting the garment flutter freely from her golden body. She lowered herself, her ass thrust into the air so that ample bosom now engulfed my cock in its warm, wobbling embrace. Bringing her arms together, she rose up, letting my rod slide between those heavenly pillows. 

“You like that?” she sighed. 

“I do,” came the croaking reply. 

She pushed forward, my cock sliding free to now press against her belly. Her soft, ripe abdomen tickled my throbbing groin with her golden fur. 

“How about this?” she asked. “You’re such a naughty boy. I’ll bet you fantasize about my belly all the time.” 

I squeezed my eyes shut, my mouth hanging slack as I fought for air. Fereya’s belly thudded into mine, rubbing against my bare skin. 

“This is what thrills you, doesn’t it?” Her navel swirled around my stomach, raising gooseflesh on my brown skin. “Mmm, you just love my big, round belly.”

“Oh god, I do,” I whimpered. 

The troll crawled over me, her muzzle nuzzling into my throat. “But, I know what you really want.” 

Her thighs opened, the slick, shining juices of her puffy lips trickled down her legs. Fereya sat up, her claw falling to her engorged shaft. With a turn of her wrist, she lifted her heavy balls aside to reveal her blooming flower. Her purple petals were swollen with her lust, parting wide to tease me with their succulent odor. The pungent scent of her musk assailed my nostrils, making my cock twitch in rapt expectation. Fereya licked her lips, her hips lowering. A wave of heat swallowed my groin as she took my throbbing member into her. 

Bellies crashing, we embraced in carnal pleasure. My claws tore frantically at the bedding beneath me as my love rode me like a bucking stallion. Her hips rose, her dripping womanhood closing around my shaft. She fell, grinding her pubic bone into my pelvis. Stars burst in my eyes as the air filled with the wet slap of our heaving bodies. 

“Yes!” I screamed. “Yes, a thousand times, yes!”

“Ammah,” she panted. She clasped my shoulders, bracing herself on me as she sank down, her hips twerking rapidly. “Ammah, I-I’m going to--”

“Oh, Fereya, not yet,” I wailed. “Not yet.” 

The troll’s pace quickened. Her wet, hot pussy closed around my shaft, milking me as she began to tug faster. My balls churned, fattening with fresh seed that boiled into painful ecstasy. My cock spurted, roaring at me to let it release.

“A-Ah, I can’t,” I screamed. 

“You must,” she panted. Sweat streaked her golden face, her cheeks blooming scarlet. Her eyes were as two glittering opals. “I need this, Ammah. Give this to me.”

“A-Aaah!” 

Our cries were a chorus of excited passion as I let myself go. Hot, bubbling seed gushed forth, flooding her hungry womb. Thick streams of bubbling white splattered inside of her, squirting from her battered flower to ooze down her thigh and into my leg fur. Still, I could not stop. With another shudder, I sent a ropy strand to fill her bloated womb. Her belly gurgled, growing tight against my stomach with fresh expansion. Fereya collapsed, her breathing labored. Slowly, she rolled off of me, leaving my softening member to flop against my leg. 

“Mmm, that was wonderful,” she sighed. Her eyes, though half-opened, were fever bright. Braced on her elbow, she traced her clawed finger along my belly. “Now, it’s your turn.”

The troll laid back, her cock swollen to a majestic pillar of raw flesh. “Come and get your dessert.”

I struggled to my belly, my wrists still clasped behind me. “Um, can I take these off?”

“No,” came the answer. “I want you to dig in with just your mouth, love.”

Like a fat, brown caterpillar, I managed to worm my gravid form up to her throbbing shaft. I raised my neck, my lips just grazing her flesh. In a rather pathetic gesture, my tongue darted out to slither along her taut skin. 

“Maybe I should help you,” the troll laughed. 

Taking my head in her hands, she brought my mouth to her broad, spongy tip. My lips encircled her cock, my tongue scouring her shaft as she let me slide down. My nose tickled against her bristling pubic fur, making me giggle as I rose back up. Fereya seized my cheeks, guiding me down and then back up. My throat relaxed, allowing her to plunge down my esophagus. The troll moaned, her pace growing faster. The tang of her sweat played across my tongue as I clasped her churning balls in my hands, squeezing them as if they were two ripe melons. Her body shuddered in my hands, her belly wobbling as she sighed in utter contentment. Her cock shivered, let loose a strand of glistening precum that hit the back of my throat with a salty taste that made my tail wag. I knew she was ready, her body screamed for me to submit. Slowly, I pulled back, leaving her cock slick with my saliva. 

A smile on my lips, I obediently fell to my side, my rump thrust out before her. Fereya took my leg, draping my knee over her shoulder. Her claws dug between my jiggling cheeks, spreading my ass wide to reveal my tight, dark button. Her fingers found my knot and gently flicked the tight, little nub. My body gave itself to her, my anus opening, wet and slack to her touch. My heart pounded, my belly heaving rapidly as I watched her throbbing pillar close in. Her tip touched my blossom, spreading me so gently that I had to whimper in total jubilation as she pushed deep. My belly swelled with her hot meat, my rectum stretching painfully, deliciously wide, Fereya thrust, crashing into my quivering prostate, raising a howl from my throat as ecstasy swept over me. 

Her own swollen middle thrust against my leg, Fereya pulled back. Her rigid member slid so tantalizingly against me, sending a deluge of ecstatic glee to race up my spine. Her hips swirled, never stopping, never slowing as she came in again. She bit her lower lip, her nostrils puffing like a bellows as she pumped faster. The room became suffused with the deep, slow drumbeat of our love. My whimpering cries rose up in a crescendo to join that heavenly music. Fereya, her mouth parting, gave a low murmur. 

“Mmm, oh Ammah,” she groaned. 

My bound wrists were throbbing, my fingers painfully numb as I clenched my fists until I practically broke the skin. Her velvet tip continued to rub against my weakening gland, my cock responding to her every whim. Sweat bathed my gravid body, making my hot skin slick and shiny. My quivering erection erupted, spraying my seed across the blanket to seep into the white fabric, leaving behind a darkening stain that spread over the material. 

“Ah… Ah, Fereya,” I whimpered. 

She took hold of my leg, letting it tumble from her shoulder so that I may roll onto my knees. Her hands fell to my hips, her fingers digging into my fleshy sides as she ground herself into my jiggling rump. 

“I see why they call these love handles,” she giggled. 

My ears parted. “Are you calling me fat?”

“Why no, lover,” I heard her laugh. She pressed her pregnant belly into my back, my fingers tangling her soft fur. “Only that you are more than a handful.” She jiggled my chubby flab. “More like two handfuls.”

Her breath billowed on the back of my neck as her lips sought my ear. Her teeth nibbled at my furry lobe as the troll quickened her pace for the final performance. My vision blurred as stars burst before me. Her pulsing rod became a battering ram, slamming into me so hard that my body shook. Like a piston, the pressure mounted, filling my belly until I was fit to explode, then pulling back, dragging me backwards only to come in again. 

“I’m almost there,” she growled. 

Her cock crashing deep, battering open the fragile gates of my womb. There, she unleashed. A torrent of white hot seed erupted, flooding my greedy belly. My stomach gurgled, swelling with the fresh expansion of Fereya's essence as it flowed into my overstuffed womb. Our cries mingled in the night air even as our exhausted forms melted into one. Our hearts beat together, our breathing, ragged sobs of purest elation, heaved as if they came from but one throat. Fereya shuddered, letting another hot strand splatter into me before she pulled free. A stream of thick semen trickled from my bruised and battered ring, oozing down my thighs to mat the fur of my legs. My tail at last fell, covering my broken ass as if to hide my shame.

With a last sobbing moan, I rolled to my side, my eyes heavy with exhaustion. Fereya laid herself beside me, our bellies touching. Within us, our agitated youngsters pressed out, kicking one another and raising a fuss that only brought a contented smile to our lips. 

“This was a wonderful evening,” Fereya said, her voice thick and slurred. Her hand came to rest on my belly, my unborn kicking at her fingers. “I mean it, it was truly special.” She began to gently rub my taut flesh. “Ammah, about earlier.” She paused, her fuchsia eyes darting away as she gnawed her lower lip. “What do you think about us? Um, I mean, being in business together as a couple?”

My heart leapt into my throat. My belly felt as if it had been filled with lead. “Fereya, I… It’s a big decision.” 

“I suppose it is,” she said, her gaze wandering back to me. “Your heart is as big as a mountain, but I’ll conquer it in time.” She grinned and seized my belly with both hands. “And then this belly will be all mine. I’m going to fill it all up with bouncing, rambunctious trolls. How would you like that?”

My ears swiveled back and I could not help but to surrender to that infectious smile. “I’d love it, dear.”

“Maybe ten or perhaps twenty, my love,” she replied. “I think that would serve for a start.”

She gave my gravid middle a playful pat and rested her head on the pillow. 

“Um, Fereya,” I suddenly asked. “Could you take these off now?” I indicated the cuff still on my wrists.

The troll sat up, a look of alarm on her face. “Oh, that? Hmm, I think I might keep those on you.” She laughed then. “Make you my prisoner so you won’t ever get away.”

“I’m already your prisoner,” I replied. “Even without these cuffs.”

Her lithe arms came around me. I heard a faint click and the prickles of my return circulation flooded into my wrists as she unlatched the cuffs. Fereya smiled softly, twirling the cuffs on one finger. 

“I suppose you are,” she said. “But then, I guess I am equally your prisoner, Ammah. I couldn’t find myself in anyone else’s arms, but yours.”

And in my arms she was, for I threw myself around her, crushing her to me in an embrace which the morning sun would find us still, our lips locked in an eternal kiss. My clawed hand came to her hip, her leg dangling over my thigh as our bellies, stuffed with our warm, churning love, heaved and shifted, the lives within us the sweetest prize of all.

