Dad bod troll, p.8
Dad Bod: Troll, page 8
“Max…that is not going to fit.” She gulps.
I look down at where my cock is thrusting out of my underwear onto my abdomen, the thick grey head pulsating and a long line of pearly cum dripping down, staining my boxers.
I whip them off, and my cock juts out at her, before I bend a little to remove my socks and suspenders.
“No,” Vikki says. “Leave those on.”
“I was promised dessert.” I stalk towards her, catching her up in my arms and depositing her on the bed. “And dessert is a promise which means I absolutely will fit, and you’ll ride my thick troll cock until both of us see the heavens.”
Vikki
Okay, I know trolls are big, I know Max is big, but I was not prepared for the size of his cock in all its erect glory. Notwithstanding he has to be close to seven and half feet in height, his cock is far bigger than it should be and thick. The thing is a baseball bat…make that a cricket bat in width.
I mean, I still want it, but…
Max lowers himself over me, his battering ram beating at my entrance and his lips trailing over my skin. He toys with the massive ruby and diamond necklace.
“Your beauty eclipses this trinket,” he says, clawed fingers tracing lower, sending goosebumps skittering across my skin.
He presses his lips to the jewel and then skates them down over one breast, sucking on my raised nipple like he’s a troll starved. My body rises up to meet him, my hands grasping for those horns, and the second I touch them, I rip a groan out of Max which seems to have been dredged up from his Underworld.
Horns are erogenous zones, are they? I give the left one an exploratory stroke. Max’s eyes widen and he grunts deliciously.
“You’re going to have to behave, little Vikki. Because I want to bury my tongue in your sweet cunt and see if I can’t open you up for me.”
I don’t let go, allowing my fingers to flex on the hard appendages while I hold his gaze. In a lightning move, he scoops me up to his mouth and slams his lips on my clit, already super sensitive from his earlier attentions. There’s nothing I can do, my voice has ceased to work, as his long, thick tongue spreads me and his mouth does magic, actual magic as he eats me…whole.
Damn, this troll knows exactly what to do with his tongue and tusks. I’m just along for the ride, and what a ride! Max plucks me like I’m a fresh berry he can’t get enough of, and in no time I’m covering him in my pussy juice which he laps up with gusto.
“Dessert.” He grins at me as I’m lowered back onto the bed. “Your cream is absolute perfection.”
He lifts one leg and gently bends it up towards my abdomen, hooking a huge, muscular granite arm underneath as he studies me, sliding a finger into my entrance, then adding another, and another. I feel the stretch, but as I’m still pulsing over him, with each one, it gets a little easier.
“Are you ready, little Vikki? Are you going to take this big troll cock and warm it up for me?” He gives himself a stroke from root to tip, and it’s then I notice the big bulge at the base.
“What is that?” I ask, reaching for it, feeling the weight of it…of him.
“My knot, and you will have it too, if you ask nicely.” Max gives me a big tusky grin as he notches himself at my entrance.
“Wait,” I say. “What about…”
Max pushes the tip inside me just a little more, and I can’t help but moan out loud.
“What about…?” he queries. “What do you want to know, little Vee?”
He slips a little more inside me and the stretch is incredible.
“I might get pregnant,” I whisper. “I’m not on any birth control.”
“I want to breed you, Vikki. Believe me, there isn’t any birth control invented by humans which works on troll seed,” Max growls.
He wants me pregnant.
This huge, hulking troll wants me pregnant. Max, who gets whatever he wants, wants me filled with his child. He wants to breed with me.
“Fuck!” I swear as he sinks farther inside, and my body, amazingly, shifts to accommodate his thick girth.
“I intend to,” Max rasps. “I intend fucking you until you are about to birth our young, then I’ll fuck another into you.”
My core releases a veritable flood of moisture, coating his cock and allowing him to go deeper.
“That’s it, take all of me, like a good girl,” Max rumbles. “And if you don’t want a belly full of troll cum, let me know.” He leans in closer, his lips brushing mine. “But I think you do.”
“Yes,” I groan as he seats himself deep inside me. The giant cock is not just big, it’s segmented somehow, and I can feel each one pulsing. “I need you, Max. I need you to wreck me for anyone else.”
The growl he makes is something I’m sure has to have been picked up on the Richter scale somewhere.
“You are mine, baby girl. No one else will ever have you again.”
Max
Vikki is so tight, I have to move extremely slowly, testing every inch of my patience. My desire to breed her, to keep her, to own her roars through me like a helm wind.
Like nothing I’ve felt in my long life. The desire to take a mate, to mate, to be mated—I assumed it was gone when I lost my family. Why would I want anything of the sort when it only brought me pain?
A pain which still spikes in my chest, but after all the years, it is nowhere near as strong.
Perhaps this is fate.
And when my sweet Vikki whispers yes, I can’t hold back any longer. I have to plunder her body as if she’s the first female I’ve ever been with. I withdraw nearly all the way before thrusting back inside her with a deep, satisfied grunt.
Vikki groans my name, and I can feel my climax threatening, hearing it on her lips. I can’t give in to my basest needs. This female, this beauty, she deserves my very best. She deserves all the pleasure the worlds can muster.
Whether she can take my knot is another matter.
I dip my head to kiss her and find my horns gripped in two hands.
“You promised to fuck me, Max,” Vikki growls. “So fuck me like you mean it.” Her grip tightens and my mind sheets white at her touch.
“Fuck, Vikki.” It’s my turn to groan. “If that’s what you want, I can’t be gentle.”
“I don’t want gentle. I want a troll. I want you.”
I pin her beneath me, rolling my hips as I pump her, slowly, slowly, until Vikki whines.
“Look at you wrapped around my thick cock,” I growl. “You’re ready to be filled.”
Her breath stutters in her chest as I pick up the pace, her body jerking in time to my thrusts, her arms thrown wide, breasts bouncing as I cling onto her, my hands cupping her gorgeous buttocks and my eyes drinking in the abandon with which she takes me…all of me.
I feel a fluttering over my cock which becomes a pulse so tight I think she’s going to strangle the life out of me. It’s her climax and the scent is overwhelming. I can’t knot her, not this time. My Vikki is too tight. She will need far more breaking in if I’m to finally claim her.
“Max!” She says my name and my orgasm threatens.
“Louder,” I growl.
“Max!” she moans.
“Louder, or there will be consequences, little Vee,” I rasp.
“MAX!” She bellows my name, and I can’t hold back any longer.
My knot aches to be inside her, but there’s no chance this time. I send an eruption of hot, needy seed firing into her, my hips grinding against hers, my balls emptying, all my senses on fire with the desire to take her and claim her.
What’s left of my mind holds back with everything I have. This little morsel cannot be knotted yet.
Vikki
Max comes with a force I was not expecting, every sinew straining as he gazes down at me coming undone beneath him. We gasp, we pant, we clutch at each other as our respective climaxes rise us up and drop us back to the bed where we are mere puddles.
Or rather, I’m in a puddle.
“Wow,” I say as Max snuggles into me. “That was…amazing.”
“Trolls have a lot of seed, my sweet. But you will not be bothered much by it.”
“Until I’m pregnant.” I laugh.
Max joins me with a delicious throaty chuckle I adore.
“Until you take my knot, I will not breed you, Vee,” he says. “But I will breed you of that I have no doubt.”
Despite all my orgasms, another frisson of desire floods me.
“And it seems you like the idea,” he says in his deep, deadly voice.
“I’ve been alone for a long time, Max. I lost my parents, then I lost all my money to a man I trusted. I haven’t been able to bring myself to trust anyone, be close to anyone since then.”
I trace my finger over his heavy chest, marveling at the reflected light on his skin. I don’t want to look at him. He’s a powerhouse, not just as a troll, but as a businessman. He’s a fucking billionaire and I’m not. In fact I’m probably about as far away from his clever business practices which have made him what he is as anything can me.
Why in all the worlds he would want me is a mystery.
A hand cups my chin, lifting my face to look at him.
“Who stole your money?”
“It doesn’t matter who.”
“It does to me.”
“You can’t fix my past, Max. I don’t want you to. But I want you to know what I am, what made me. What will break me.”
He grunts, low and annoyed, under his breath.
“My life was not always…like this, little Vee. And no matter what you’ve been told about trolls, I cannot abide anyone being hurt, or done over, by another person, especially if there is a power imbalance. So, my desire to help you is not singular, although the thought of you being unhappy is an axe to my heart.” He closes his eyes and when they open again, they are of such brilliance, I’m nearly dazzled. “This old dusty organ thought it would never beat again, until I set eyes on you. That’s what you mean to me.”
“No pressure.” I give him a weak smile.
“No pressure,” he rumbles. “I want you, Vee. I need you. Fate has put you in my path, and all the money in the world is pointless unless I have you. Be mine?”
The hope, the desire, the absolute lack of any sort of emotional mask on his face is astoundingly sudden. He is a male who has found his…female and he cannot let me go.
“So, we’re not pretending anymore?” I hazard.
“I was never pretending,” Max says.
I don’t think I was either, but despite what we’ve done, despite how much I enjoyed it, and I enjoyed him, I know there is a part of me that isn’t entirely sure what is real and what is not.
“Hey! The…your…”
“I have a charmed mattress,” Max says. “My only concession to the Lowerworld,” he adds. “Given the issue with troll seed.”
“What’s the issue?” I say, intrigued, albeit amazed it’s now dry underneath us.
“There is a lot of it,” he growls, pulling me closer again. “And I have a pretty cunt that wants to take my knot, once it’s been trained, so it’s a good thing I have the best charms in the worlds, right here in my bedroom, for you.”
I grasp at his huge cock, stroking over the massive member as it swells at my touch, delighting in the feel of it in my hand, those segments which gave me such pleasure shifting under his skin.
“Vee,” Max groans.
“That’s my name, Max, and I want to hear you shout it from the rooftop.”
Vikki
Max releases a gentle snore next to me. He’s flat on his back, the bed clothes only just covering his troll truncheon and the rest of him laid bare. Thick and chunky, with his gorgeous muscular arms, he’s still wearing his socks and sock suspenders. His hair is mussed up, and one tusk is lifting the corner of his mouth in a way which makes me want to kiss him awake.
He certainly made good on his promise to get me ready to take his knot. My thighs are aching from the unaccustomed exercise, given it was apparently troll law he had to fuck me twice more last night.
Each time he was demanding, dominant, and firm. Each time my heart opened up a little more. I listen to Max’s breathing and wonder how in all the worlds I’ve ended up here with this troll, who could have any female anywhere.
But he wants me.
Somewhere across the room, a mobile phone starts ringing. Max wakes with a snort and flaps his hand over his nose, eyes bleary. He leans across and plants a long, lingering kiss on my lips before he checks his heavy, expensive watch.
“That’ll be Peter, wondering why I’m not in my morning meetings,” he says, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and lumbering to his feet.
It means I get a nice view of a delicious, muscular troll bottom as Max exits the bedroom and returns, phone in hand.
So, I also get a full frontal. Which, given what happened yesterday morning is, apparently, how I’m destined to start today too. And it turns out, now I’ve had Max, he isn’t shy at all.
“I’m perfectly aware of what I’ve missed, Peter,” he says to some rather angry squawking on the other end of the line. “I’m sure they’ll get over it.”
He raises his eyebrows at me and runs his hand through his messy hair before sitting down on the edge of the bed.
“I don’t really care,” he adds to whatever is going on at Peter’s end. “I’m taking today off. Cancel my meetings and tell everyone I’m having a vacation.” He peers at me, blue eyes twinkling. “Yes, I am taking a vacation. I’m taking my girlfriend out,” he says, and the pride is evident in his voice. “Yes, girlfriend as in mate. You should try it sometime, Peter. Get out of the office occasionally.”
There is a silence which is frosty even at this distance. Finally, Peter says something, and Max ends the call.
“I’m afraid you might need to re-evaluate,” I say.
“And why would that be, little Vee?” Max lounges back on the bed, with everything on show as he grins at me.
“Peter is most definitely not interested in a girlfriend.”
Max tucks his arm behind his head and sighs. “I know. I’ve been trying to set him up with one of my senior executives, an ambitious young werewolf who needs some order in his life. They’d be perfect together.”
I open and close my mouth a few times. “You’re the office matchmaker?” I eventually gasp, the reality stunning me.
“Someone has to be,” Max says with a grin.
“You love doing it, don’t you?” I snuggle up to him.
This is a very different side of my troll billionaire. One who is attempting to get members of staff together.
“Happy staff means my company is happy,” Max says, nuzzling his face into my hair. “I might have a reputation for being ruthless, but any company I take over gets the similar level of care. And it works, for me anyway.”
“You are nothing like what I expected.”
“I would hope not,” Max says, his clawed hand slowly peeling away the sheet covering me. “And if I’m having the day off, how about we take a shower together?”
It would appear this troll is absolutely insatiable!
Vikki
There’s a smell of woodsmoke in the air as I climb out of the Bentley onto the crunchy gravel in front of the large country house with its doric columned portico in an imposing sandstone. The air is chilly, and I pull the down jacket with fur trimmed hood closer around me.
Ahead of us and behind are equally large, expensive vehicles disgorging the great and good of both the Upper and Lowerworlds. I got used to monsters pretty quickly when I was working in various coffee shops. They like their coffee and cake the same as any human, and to be entirely honest, seeing a large yeti enjoying a hot chocolate piled high with whipped cream will always be a highlight for me from that time in my life.
Max looks every inch a billionaire in his long, dark cashmere and wool coat, perfectly fitted to his enormous troll frame. His jaw is rather clenched, his white tusks protruding a little more than usual, and a muscle ticks in his cheek as he scans our surroundings.
This is the second event we’ve attended together since we emerged from his bedroom after twenty-four solid hours of doing very naughty things to each other. It was a quiet and intimate gallery opening, and Max very nearly got us caught when he dragged me into a back room and railed me senseless against a wall.
It’s possible the cold might put paid to any such fun today. That and the very serious looks on the faces of all the participants.
Max offers me his arm, and we make our way up the stairs, through the columns, and into an enormous domed hall.
“I’d hoped it might be warmer inside,” I say with a chatter of teeth to Max.
“These places never get warm,” he replies. “The occupants spend all their time in the scullery next to an electric fire, when they’re not showing off.” He huffs.
“I wouldn’t fancy the heating bill.” I shiver and sink farther into my coat, wishing I’d chosen trousers rather than the dark green velvet dress I’m wearing.
Max grunts under his breath. As I’m learning, it’s his default response when he isn’t impressed with something.
He does it a lot, although so far, not to me. Mostly down the phone to Peter, or like yesterday, in person, when Peter came to the apartment.
His assistant was absolutely everything I expected, slim, blond, and with a pair of wire-rimmed spectacles over which he very carefully appraised me.
After the third grunt, I took refuge in the library, running the gauntlet of Olly the basilisk. After a couple of suspicious stares, he left me alone to browse and eventually Max had to come find me.
What we did in the library…well, let’s just say I hope Olly is hard of hearing…
Max takes my hand. “You’re freezing!”
“Yes, I am. Well done, Captain Obvious.” I laugh. “But then we’re here to see ice sculptures, so it fits.”
