Page 16 of Stealing the Troll’s Heart

“More,” she says, in Trollkin. She’s using the “more” for money and not the “more” for sex, but that only makes me chuckle against her breast. I release her, and she’s shivering underneath me like a small animal. I just want to shove myself inside her.

“Take these off,” I say, gesturing at the pants. I saw how gingerly she took off her jerkin earlier, and I would hate to ruin her good work. Tel-eesa obeys me, pulling the pants off, and revealing the smooth, pale hip and thigh underneath. She does indeed have a mound of brown-red fur just between her legs, and I’m elated to learn this. But before I can press her down to the bed again, she puts a hand on my chest to stop me.

“Yours, now,” she says, with a surprisingly stern look. There’s no way I can deny her after that. I undo my shoulder pieces, tossing them to the floor. Then goes my leather tunic, my undershirt. She watches me with an intensity I’ve never seen, like a hunter waiting for its prey to walk into range.

Has this little human been hungering for me as much as I’ve been for her?

When I pull off the coil, I find her crawling off the bed towards me. She licks her lips, and as soon as I have my pants down past my hips, my cock springs out.

Then her mouth is on me, and it’s the last thing I expected—but oh, does she feel good. She starts at the head with her tongue and traces it all the way down me, then back up again, over and over, until she’s lathered up the entire surface of me.

And then she puts her lips around me. She can’t get it far in—I’m too big for that—but far enough that I’m grunting and groaning against her.

Now that she’s warmed me up good, there’s only one thingI want, and that’s to be buried inside her. But I try to stop myself and take a breath. She’s so small that if I’m not careful, I could break her, and then I couldn’t fuck her again and again like I plan to.

Finally I take her shoulders in my hands and pull her away, so she has to stop sucking on me. I’m breathing so hard that it pushes the hair back from her face.

“Lie down,” I say, pointing at the bed. She obeys, falling onto her back again. I want to look at her as I make her mine.

Remember, not yet. I try to steady myself and shove down everything my cock wants right now. Instead, I drop my head between her legs. Down there she looks like nothing I’ve ever seen before—tiny and pink, with the smallest slit I could imagine. There’s no way I’ll fit in there.

I heft up her legs, her knees over my shoulders, and lean in. All I have to do is reach out with my tongue to touch her and immediately, she cries out like a little songbird. Her legs seize, but they’re trapped by my hands. I lick her again and again, and she responds every time. When I bring my hand up to put a finger inside her, though, I find something I didn’t expect.

I can’t get it in even an inch. She’s so tiny there it’s like a pinhole. How is that possible?

Licking harder, I push on it, and her cry of pleasure twists into one of surprise, and then pain. If my finger can’t fit inside her, there’s no way my cock will, too.

“Keep going,” she says when I pause to examine what I’m dealing with. “Keep going.”

So I do what I’m told and continue licking her as hard and fast as I can. Slowly, her entrance starts to widen up for me, and it’s barely enough to get one finger inside. She gasps and buries her hands in my hair. Soon she’s riding my hand and my mouth, every brush of my tongue sending a surge through her little body. I can tell by the rising tenor of her cries that she’salmost there, and I move my finger faster and faster, waiting for the moment she bursts like a piece of the most delicious fruit.

There it is—she cries out as she clenches all around me, and the trickle of her juice slips down my hand. I lick it off, and what I taste is everything I could ever have imagined. It’s perfect, salty and sweet, and just what I needed.

Now it’s time. I nudge her back onto the bed and push her down onto her back. My cock is thirsting for her, shuddering in its readiness. I’m finally going to have her.

I bring two fingers down to her entrance instead, trying to fit both inside her. I need her to be ready, too, for this to work. She recoils a little, and her knees press together. I frown, starting to feel concerned. She’s so tight and so small. How is it going to possibly—

Oh.

That’s when it hits me. Not only is there a beautiful human lying on a bed in front of me, but she’s never invited a male inside her before, either. I’ll be her first one.

Telise

Maybe I should have told him, but how could I? I have no idea what the Trollkin word for “virgin” is. And even if I did, what does it matter? He’s going to take me either way. I want him to, more than I’ve ever wanted anything.

But if Raz’jin’s going to be my first, I know how I want it, and it isn’t with his fingers.

I pull his hand away from me, and his face shifts in confusion. Then I reach out for his huge cock, the one glistening at the tip with his pre-come, and take it. I spread the liquid downhis head to get it slick and shiny. When I lean back, he knows exactly what I’m after.

The predator lurking inside returns to his face. He puts one knee between my legs and nudges them apart, taking in what he sees there before he brings the head of his huge cock close. He runs his fingers over my clit again, and again, until I’m so ready for him that I’m whimpering.

The sharpness isn’t immediate. At first, there’s simply a pressure there between my legs where Raz’jin is entering me—and then it hits. I can’t help the little cry of pain that comes out of me as his head pushes through. It’s so huge that I’m not sure I can take him.

But he stops, just right there, and takes a few calming breaths. Then his hand travels down to my face.

“It’s all right,” he says.

And then he pushes in again, and somehow, he fits. I cry out with a mixture of pleasure and pain, and he smashes his mouth against mine. His tusks each tear a hole in the bed to either side of my face. Raz’jin continues on slowly, withdrawing just a little and then burying himself even deeper with the next thrust, over and over. I feel like he might tear me apart at the seams.

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