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This troll loves to feast on me. He slips his tongue up and down my slit, sucking on my lips, playing with my clit, until I am squirming and crying out for him to enter me again.

I feel the tip of his enormous green cock teasing me.

“Do me,” I say a bit louder than I meant to.

Red groans, then slams himself inside me. As I cry out, he places his hand over my mouth.

“Bite me,” he says urgently. I do, and he fucks me from behind. I love it. He dominates me, and I want more as I push my ass back against him.

Vaguely, I wonder if I can get pregnant from fucking a troll, but just as I entertain the thought, he slams into me again, spreading my pussy wide, and I decide I don’t really care at the moment.

CHAPTER 8

My mate, Alexandra, is so tight and wet, her ass so round and perfect. I can feel I am getting close. She is perfection. I drive deeper and deeper into her as I pull her ass against me. Her cries of delight are only exciting me more, and soon I feel an intensity building in my core. I have taken care to be gentle, and I must remember to contain my lust even now. But still, as I drive into her pale flesh again and again, I can feel the pressure building at the base of my cock until I cannot contain myself any longer. I drive in once more, and my control bursts as I allow myself to come deep inside her, filling her with my hot seed. She cries out, my name on her lips, and I cannot believe that I have found such a woman. As I shoot another stream of my come into her, she moans again. I plunge my member deep into her in rhythmic spasms as I release what is left into her. She is moaning contentedly as I rub her ass appreciatively.

We are still for a moment, panting with the exertion of our lovemaking. I do not want to pull out of her—she feels so good, but I am spent, and reluctantly, I slide from her body. She falls on her belly, and I lie beside her, rubbing her back. Her soft pinkish skin is so smooth under my hands.

She sighs, and I kiss her forehead, bringing her close to my body. She is so tiny, and I love how she feels pressed against me. I am already thinking forward to my desire to make love to her again soon, but for now, I must focus.

I could have never imagined we would be such a perfect match. Yes, I felt it, but I feared perhaps that I was sick, or having some sort of troll episode of madness, as I have heard can befall my kind, though I have never seen or heard of a documented case. But now I know. Our lovemaking sealed it for me.

How will I convince the village elders that she is not a threat to them? I cannot lose her to their whims. I will not allow that to happen. I must secure her as my mate. Still, she knows nothing of my world.

As she snuggles into me, her luscious ass cheeks pressed against my cock, I begin to formulate a plan. I cannot control the elders. I will face that hurdle when the time comes. But I must make her want to stay. I don’t want to contemplate what the elders might order if she tried to leave. That would most likely mean death.

Yes, Alexandra needs to see the village. She must decide of her own free will that she wishes to stay. I don’t want to scare her into it or make her feel that she really has no choice.

Also, it’s not like I can go live with her in smalltown wherever. I can see the pitchfork waving masses already. Leaving this bed will be the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do, though.

“My love,” I try to say, but she feels so good next to me. With all my effort, I pull away from her ever so slightly. She groans with displeasure. “My love,” I repeat. “I think it’s time you get some fresh air. I want to show you my little village of Monitor.”

Her face looks up at me with her perfect little pout. “Can’t we just stay in bed awhile longer?”

“There will be time for that later, my sweet. I want you to see my village!”

“Oh.” She takes my hand in her small warm one. “I’d love to see your village! You said it’s called ‘Monitor’?”

“Yes, Monitor Township, actually.”

“Oh, how quaint,” she says, smiling up at me.

Relief washes over me. She is excited at the idea.

Good.

“But what am I going to wear?”

“I cleaned what you had been wearing,” I tell her. “It’s over in the bathroom. Do you need help getting out of bed?”

She giggles. I love the sound of her happiness. “Are you asking in reference to our epic sex-athon there? Or because you are worried about my head? Either way, the answer is yes, I am feeling better and can see just fine now with no headache at all.” She winks at me, then slowly gets out of bed. I stand ready to help her walk. She wavers, and I hold on to her waist. “A girl can get used to being treated like this.”

I smile down at her. “Get used to it—I will always be with you to hold you up if need be.”

She is in the bathroom for a while, and I wonder if she needs me when the door opens, and my breath catches in my throat. Her hair is combed long and shiny. Her clothing, some hiking leggings and a tank top, hugs all of her curves. I can see her nipples through her thin fabric.

Her smile lights up the room, and I reach out for her hand. I cannot believe that this woman is mine. Or will soon be. She just needs to fall in love with my village now. “Ready?”

Then she looks at me. “Yes, it will be exciting. I’ve never seen a troll village before.”

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