Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
OGRAM
“No more waiting. I’m here now. Take me.” Breathy voiced and glassy eyed, she watches me. My gaze drops from her beautiful face to her slick pink lips stretched wide around my girth. She is ready for my rut. She welcomes it, as only a mate would.
I push inside, groaning as my green cock disappears inch by inch, as her cunt—tight despite being stretched by my hand—clamps and squeezes around me.
Beneath me, her head falls to the blanket. Face in profile, eyes closed, soft panted moans leaving her parted lips, she is the most beautiful sight in the world. My mate, taking my cock. Her scent finds its way to my nose again. My fertile mate.
Heat roars to life in my chest, spreading like wildfire to my groin. My balls.
My mate. Mine.
Claim. Take. Give. Breed.
Gripping her hips, I thrust deeper. Deeper. Never withdrawing. Deeper. Deeper. Until there is no more deeper.
Balls slapping against her soft round bottom, I pound into my mate’s hot cunt. Fold my body over her. Squeeze her breast. Pinch the nipple that will nurse our child.
My mate. Mine. Breed.
Her husky moaning breaks through the single-minded focus of the rut.
Sliding my hand between her legs, I growl as my fingers feel my cock stretching her cunt.
She keens when I touch her clit, a garbled string of syllables and guttural sounds filling the air as I rub and roll the button until she comes.
Her cunt clenches like a vise, and I pump into her, unloading deep inside her, even after her muscles relax around me.
The urge to remain embedded inside her burns as hot as the rut itself, but I fight past it. She is my mate, but not a troll. She will need to recover from taking my cock. Plus, she does not want a baby.
Rolling us onto our sides, I hold her close, stroking and kissing her everywhere I can reach, enjoying a few more seconds with my half-hard cock inside her before withdrawing carefully. “Was it too much? Are you in discomfort?” I ask when her soft gasp rises in front of me.
Angling her head to look back at me, she smiles. “No and no. I mean, it was a lot to take, but I loved taking it.”
“And you took me so well, my,” mate almost escapes, “beautiful Hope.”
She beams up at me, lush roses coloring her face. “Was it what you expected? The rut, I mean. Did doing it with a human make it less than you hoped for?”
“Experiencing it with you made it perfect.”
“Still sweet, even after all that.” She giggles, then gasps again. “And ‘all that’ just made a giant puddle on your blanket.”
Again, something primal flickers inside me. The urge to see the seeds of our mating, even though she has taken steps to prevent impregnation. I shift backward as she moves forward, both of our gazes going to the small pond of cum between us.
“Oh no.” She cups a hand over her mouth, then points at the spill. “That’s the sponge. Or, what’s left of it.”
Small fragments of the sponge material remain attached to the removal loop.
“You rutted the sponge out of place. No, not just that, or the whole unit would’ve flowed out with your bucket of cum.
Is it possible your troll sperm ate right through it?
” Her gaze rises, meeting mine, and her eyes go wide at what she sees on my face.
“Oh my god, you’re happy about this, aren’t you? Why? Some sort of male pride?”
Throwing a nearby spare blanket over the mess, I move to her side, then gather her in my lap, willing my cock to behave, if only this one time. “Perhaps a small amount of male pride, but if you saw happiness in my expression, it was at the thought of having a child with you.”
“You’re just trying to calm me down.”
“I would rather make you happy than upset, but what I said is true. As long as you want me in your life, at your side, I will be there. Pregnant or not. Child or not. Because there is nowhere else I would rather be.”
“A baby is a lifetime of responsibility,” she says.
“And the gift of a lifetime.”
She wraps her arms around my waist, sighing against my chest. “Do you really believe in fate?”
Blanketing her with my embrace, I press a kiss to her head. “I do. How could I not when fate brought me you?” I feel her smile against my skin before she tips her head up to show it to me.
“Then I’m not going to worry about it. I’m leaving it in fate’s hands.”
“That’s all we can do.” Fate delivered for me once. I have to believe it will again. “Let’s get you back to the house for a warm bath and a nap,” I say when she yawns.
“Your house?”
Our house. Too soon for those words, so I nod instead, then scoop her up and make our way there.
OGRAM
The afternoon sun filters through the bedroom window, its rays on my closed eyes pulling me from sleep.
Hope remains asleep beside me, unaffected by the light on her beautiful face.
Carefully, I lift my head enough to see her fully.
Her long dark hair fans on the pillow above her head, messy from our coupling.
Her pink mouth is slightly open, quiet breaths leaving in slow, even rhythm.
I lower my head to the pillow, careful not to disturb her.
Somewhat careful. I cannot be a saint while she’s naked in my arms.
She makes a soft mmm when I nuzzle my nose into her hair. Beneath the covers, her bare, warm bottom snuggles tighter against my groin.
Hard since the moment I woke, my cock grows thicker where it’s nestled in the valley of her ass. Precum leaks steadily on her lower back, and I slide my hand between us, intending to wipe it away, but she catches my wrist, stopping me.
“Do you need to stretch me every time, or will you fit inside me right now?” Desire fills her sleepy voice—and her scent.
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 whimpers when 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 clench around 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.
I could fuck her all day, then all night. But my human mate is not made the same, and I won’t risk hurting her. “If by ‘this’ you mean perfect, yes.”
“So confident.” Giggling, she kisses me softly.
“We are mated. Joined through flesh, hearts, and souls. A bond that will only grow stronger.”
“You’re right, that does sound perfect,” she says, tracing the outline of my ear with her delicate fingertip.
The simple touch is all that’s needed to return my cock to a full stand, and her eyes go wide as it presses against her belly.
“As for confidence…” I notch my cock between her legs and push inside her wet cunt, both of us moaning as I fill her in one slick, squelching stroke. “I am confident we’re not leaving this bed anytime soon.”
“Perfect,” she whispers against my lips.
And it is.