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."