Page 22 of A Troll in the Hay
My mate. Mine. Breed.
Her husky moaning breaks through the single-minded focus of the rut.
Sliding my hand between her legs, I growl as my fingers feel my cock stretching her cunt. She keens when I touch her clit, a garbled string of syllables and guttural sounds filling the air as I rub and roll the button until she comes. Her cunt clenches like a vise, and I pump into her, unloading deep inside her, even after her muscles relax around me.
The urge to remain embedded inside her burns as hot as the rut itself, but I fight past it. She is my mate, but not a troll. She will need to recover from taking my cock. Plus, she does not want a baby.
Rolling us onto our sides, I hold her close, stroking and kissing her everywhere I can reach, enjoying a few more seconds with my half-hard cock inside her before withdrawing carefully. “Was it too much? Are you in discomfort?” I ask when her soft gasp rises in front of me.
Angling her head to look back at me, she smiles. “No and no. I mean, it was a lot to take, but I loved taking it.”
“And you took me so well, my,”matealmost escapes, “beautiful Hope.”
She beams up at me, lush roses coloring her face. “Was it what you expected? The rut, I mean. Did doing it with a human make it less than you hoped for?”
“Experiencing it with you made it perfect.”
“Still sweet, even after all that.” She giggles, then gasps again. “And ‘all that’ just made a giant puddle on your blanket.”
Again, something primal flickers inside me. The urge to see the seeds of our mating, even though she has taken steps to prevent impregnation. I shift backward as she moves forward, both of our gazes going to the small pond of cum between us.
“Oh no.” She cups a hand over her mouth, then points at the spill. “That’s the sponge. Or, what’s left of it.”
Small fragments of the sponge material remain attached to the removal loop.
“You rutted the sponge out of place. No, not just that, or the whole unit would’ve flowed out with your bucket of cum. Is it possible your troll sperm ate right through it?” Her gaze rises, meeting mine, and her eyes go wide at what she sees on my face. “Oh my god, you’re happy about this, aren’t you? Why? Some sort of male pride?”
Throwing a nearby spare blanket over the mess, I move to her side, then gather her in my lap, willing my cock to behave, if only this one time. “Perhaps a small amount of male pride, but if you saw happiness in my expression, it was at the thought of having a child with you.”
“You’re just trying to calm me down.”
“I would rather make you happy than upset, but what I said is true. As long as you want me in your life, at your side, I will be there. Pregnant or not. Child or not. Because there is nowhere else I would rather be.”
“A baby is a lifetime of responsibility,” she says.
“And the gift of a lifetime.”
She wraps her arms around my waist, sighing against my chest. “Do you really believe in fate?”
Blanketing her with my embrace, I press a kiss to her head. “I do. How could I not when fate brought me you?” I feel her smile against my skin before she tips her head up to show it to me.
“Then I’m not going to worry about it. I’m leaving it in fate’s hands.”
“That’s all we can do.” Fate delivered for me once. I have to believe it will again. “Let’s get you back to the house for a warm bath and a nap,” I say when she yawns.
“Your house?”
Our house. Too soon for those words, so I nod instead, then scoop her up and make our way there.
OGRAM
The afternoon sun filters through the bedroom window, its rays on my closed eyes pulling me from sleep. Hope remains asleep beside me, unaffected by the light on her beautiful face. Carefully, I lift my head enough tosee her fully. Her long dark hair fans on the pillow above her head, messy from our coupling. Her pink mouth is slightly open, quiet breaths leaving in slow, even rhythm. I lower my head to the pillow, careful not to disturb her. Somewhat careful. I cannot be a saint while she’s naked in my arms.
She makes a softmmmwhen I nuzzle my nose into her hair. Beneath the covers, her bare, warm bottom snuggles tighter against my groin.
Hard since the moment I woke, my cock grows thicker where it’s nestled in the valley of her ass. Precum leaks steadily on her lower back, and I slide my hand between us, intending to wipe it away, but she catches my wrist, stopping me.
“Do you need to stretch me every time, or will you fit inside me right now?” Desire fills her sleepy voice—and her scent.