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.