Page 23 of A Troll in the Hay
What is absent from her scent, though, is the distinct note of fertility that would trigger a rut if my cock was buried inside her, as it did this morning. Still, the possibility of causing her any type of discomfort is out of the question, no matter how much I crave her tight cunt squeezing my cock again.
“Are you not sore from earlier?” I ask, sliding my fingers over her hip and between her legs, and finding her fully slick.
“Not sore there.” She moans softly as I gently circle her clit. Louder as I increase the pressure and speed. “God, yes, please, make me come, do whatever it takes so I can have your cock inside me again.” She whimperswhen I abandon her clit, moans when I slide two fingers into her wet cunt and flutter them against her tight walls. “Ogram, please…”
“Please what, my mate?” The words leave me, unbidden and natural. Right. When she shifts her head to look at me, I see no shock in her eyes. No fear.
“Am I?” she whispers. “Am I your mate?”
“You are.” I slip my hand free of her heat and rest it low on her abdomen.
“What does that mean?”
“That you are the only one I will ever be with. That you will always be the sole keeper of my heart and soul, and I would do anything and everything within my power to make you happy, in this lifetime and beyond. I cannot change what fate decided for me, nor would I want to, even if you leave, or never love me as I do you.”
“You think you love me…already?”
“I do not need to think it, I feel it. In every heartbeat, in every breath, in every sensation. You are always there. Always with me.”
“That’s what love feels like.” Her words come out so quietly, I’m not certain she intended them for my ears.
“I said too much.” With the pad of my thumb, I wipe the single tear rolling down her cheek.
“You didn’t. Everything you said was perfect.” Her hair moves like gentle waves under moonlight as she shakes her head. “This is happy crying.”
“Like the time I didn’t understand about the sponges and you laughed until you cried?”
A single, effervescent laugh leaves her smiling lips. “Not like that. This is a different kind of happy crying.”
“Human emotions are much more complicated than trolls. It will take time for me to become familiar with all the nuances.”
“Would forever be enough?”
Every muscle in my body tenses. “If you are once again trying to reduce the number of words spoken, I would rather you used more.”
Her light giggle floats in the air between us. “I’m asking how you’d feel if I stay in Harmony Glen instead of going back. Notice I didn’t say ‘go home’ there? That’s because it hasn’t felt like home in a long time, but being here does. Here, in Harmony Glen. Or here, wherever you are.” Without shifting our position, she reaches up and strokes my jaw, my lips, my tooth where it lies against my cheek. “I feel you inside me too, Ogram, exactly the beautiful way you described. I love you, my mate.”
Joy, full and alive in a way I have never experienced, races through me. As does need. I slide my fingers down, rolling and circling her clit until she’s writhing and jerking, coming quickly and sharply against my touch. I quickly adjust myself, notching the head of my cock at her hot, wet entrance. “Take me, my mate.” Claiming words. Finally.
She moans as I push inside, panting as I stretch her wider with each inch. “Yes, oh god yes, give me everything.”
Gripping her hip, I thrust deeper, as deep as her body allows, holding myself still while her muscles clencharound me. Smoothing my palm over her hip, I spread my fingers wide across her belly. Flat now, but not for always. Soon, she will be round with our child. I feel it as surely as she is my mate.
Her cunt softens, her body remembering it can take more, and I give it to her, sinking deeper into her heat. I bring her top leg up to rest on mine, opening her, then move my fingers to her clit as I push deeper still.
“Ogram,” she moans as I seat the full length of my cock in her heat. “Is it… are you…”
“Every inch of me is inside you. Feel my balls pressed against your sweet bottom?” I ask as I thrust without retreating.
“Yes,” she pants, her breath hitching as I rub her slick, engorged clit faster, harder.
“You’re taking me so beautifully, my mate.” My balls feel filled with fire, and all I want is to burn with her. “Your sweet cunt owns my cock, just as your heart owns mine.”
She cries out, her inner muscles clamping down on me, squeezing me as she comes undone.
Buried deep, I spill for what seems like eternity while still ending far too soon. Not wanting this moment to end, I remain inside her, still half hard. “Again,” I say, lazily stroking in and out and gently rubbing her clit until I coax out a long, shuddering orgasm that milks more cum from my cock.
“Will it always be like this?” she asks, turning in my arms after I grudgingly but necessarily withdraw from her heat.