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I just shake my head. There’s probably not a lot of scientific study in this particular area. But I did hear, once upon a time, that trollkin and humans descended from one shared ancestor.

“I don’t know. But it’s amazing.” I feel across her belly and imagine the little creature growing inside there.

“Is it?” She doesn’t look so convinced. “What will it be? Will I be able to...” She doesn’t wantto finish this sentence.

She’s tiny—small enough to look like a large troll child. What would carrying my whelp do to her?

I’m starting to understand her worry, but I brush it off for now. “It’ll be fine,” I say, returning to my devotional. I’m going to make her feel so good that she’ll never want to leave me again. “It wouldn’t have worked if it wasn’t going to be all right.”

And for now, she believes me, because what other choice do we have?

Chapter 17

Telise

Raz’jin is much more delicate with my breasts now that he knows. He covers my entire body with his lips, tasting every last inch of me. I try to bring his huge cock to my mouth and lick him up, but he shakes his head.

“I’m going to fuck you so many times that everyone in the city will hear you,” he whispers in my ear as he presses me down on the bed. “I’m saving it all up for you.”

He pulls me to my knees and, once my ass is up in the air, he fills me with his tongue. He’s intent on his mission, and I won’t stop him.

Now that I’m wet and dripping, he starts to rub the head of his cock against my clit, over and over, until I’m whimpering. “I want it, Raz. Please.”

“What was that?” He stops to put a finger inside me, testing me out, exciting me. “Tell me again.”

“I want you inside me.”

He brings his cock back to my entrance and gently presseshis head inside. But then he retreats again, rubbing back and forth, over and over, until I’m begging for him.

“All right,” he says, and starts to slide in from behind me. He’s impossibly big, like always—and just like always, he manages to fit, spreading me as wide as I can go. Every small stroke is like a spark being tossed onto kindle. Just when it feels like I’m about to come around him, Raz slows down, and I’m left moaning.

Then he continues on again, assuring me that he’ll let me have my release soon. He’s coiling me tighter and tighter, until I’m so wound up that I feel like I’m going to explode.

“Yes,” he whispers in my ear, and starts to move harder, faster. He lifts all of me up in his arms, and it’s like I weigh nothing to him. He finds my magic spot, the place inside me that only he knows how to find, and it’s the bolt of lightning from the sky I needed to light on fire.

When I finally reach the top, I burst around him. Raz moans and bites into my shoulder, his tusks cradling my head. As my juices coat both of us, he starts moving again. Usually by now he can’t hold it in anymore, but he must have practiced his stamina while I was away.

He continues to fuck me long into the night, until finally he gushes inside me, groaning out my name. He buries his cock as deep as it’ll go, and I have to chuckle to myself.

“You already put one in there,” I say as he pulls me into his arms, still inside of me. He grunts against the top of my head.

“Yeah, but what about after that? Then I’ll have to fill you up with another one.”

“Aren’t you getting ahead of yourself?”

He shrugs. “Just making sure I’m doing my job properly.”

But we can’t pretend everything is dandelions forever. We get word that the war is finally over. The capital never fell, and eventually the trollkin had to withdraw. They werespread too thin and didn’t have enough forces to keep a hold on their claims and continue their assault at the same time.

We’re back to square one, with thousands—maybe tens of thousands—more dead bodies to show for it.

That means Sden will be returning soon, and I can get my missing supplies.

“I don’t think you should go,” Raz says. My belly is a lot rounder than it was when I first returned, but I’m almost out of leather to work into sellable pieces.

“I know. But I have to.”

He makes that face he always does when I’m right and he doesn’t like it. “I’ll be back soon, and then you can fuss over me all you want.”

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