Vikki

Max's eyes blaze at me. I have to admit, I've never had so much fun. The second he undid his pants, it awoke a devil in me which sent me over the edge. He's let me touch his knot, feel the thing pulsating under my fingers, and teased me with it, but the thought of it actually inside me, right now—my thighs are absolutely drenched.

The ornate bench seat is swept aside like a matchbox. Max lifts up my dress, making swift work of my underwear with his claws pushing me against the table. He drops to his knees. Hot, needy lips hit my pussy, a hungry tongue delving between my folds until they hit my clit, and I see stars. I grab for the first thing I can get, and it's Max's horns.

He groans my name against my skin before redoubling his efforts and easily extracting an orgasm from me. Not my first, not after what I've been doing under the table.

Max slides up my body, lifting my dress as he goes, exposing me to him, and he is between my legs, his huge cock pushing insistently inside me, sliding all the way in, right up to his massive knot.

He withdraws and slams into me with a guttural grunt, a clawed hand tweaking at my nipple through the soft satin fabric and making me squeak with delight.

"Are you going to take all of me, little Vee?" Max rasps, pumping me hard. "Are you going to take this troll knot and let me fill your belly?"

I convulse under him and feel the huge stretch of his knot as he pushes it inside me before withdrawing.

"Yes!" I cry, hoarsely. "I want you, Max. I want all of you."

He pulls me against him, lips on my neck, teeth nibbling at me, his breath heavy in my ear.

"I cannot be gentle when I claim you, as is the way of the trolls, my sweet Vee, my perfect mate."

"I don't want you to be," I mouth in his ear. "I want it hard, and I want your knot."

Max roars, pulling all the way out of me, spinning me around until my hands hit the starched linen of the tablecloth, grasping at the material as he knocks my legs farther apart and plunges himself back inside me. My hips are held tightly in two enormous hands as he grinds himself slowly into me before starting up a demanding pace, our skin slapping together obscenely. I feel my channel loosen and, with a deep groan, Max thrusts hard.

The stretch is incredible, almost to the point of pain as his knot slips into me, and I can feel the volcano of hot cum as my troll erupts. My climax hits at exactly the same moment, and I'm milking his knot hard, pulsing and fluttering over it.

"Take all of me," Max moans into my hair. "Take my knot and seed like the good girl you are."

Any cogent thoughts have been stolen from me in the haze, the delicious haze of orgasm and pleasure. I'm sure Max is swelling even more, but because he's teasing my clit with a claw, I'm coming again and again, hardly able to breathe.

"So full," I gasp.

"So full," Max rumbles. "So full of me." He sighs, pressing kisses to the skin on my neck.

The delightful haze dissipates slowly. I wriggle a little.

"Max?"

"Hmm?"

"Are we…stuck?"

"It's called a knot for a reason, little Vee," Max murmurs and circles his hips, proving once and for all, he is absolutely locked inside me. "I have claimed you and the first claiming is always the longest."

"Longest?" I'm beginning to think I should have either researched trolls in the library or asked Max exactly what was going to happen.

"My body will release you when it's good and ready, Vee," Max says. "And not before."

I'm picked up as Max slides back onto the sumptuous bench seat, where he settles me, not too uncomfortably, in his lap, his cock still buried deep inside me.

"But it could be…?"

"Hours," Max says with a soft moan as his cock and knot pulse again. "Hours and hours."

I get more kisses on my neck and my body reacts accordingly. I shudder over him.

"It's going to be like this?"

Max hums against my neck and shifts position, the segments in his cock shifting and sending yet more waves of pleasure through me.

"Are you hungry, my little Vee?" he asks.

"I'm ravenous," I growl.

"Thought you might be." He chuckles, reaching for the bell push next to the table.

"Wait! You can't…" I gasp.

"Are you going to say anything about being impaled on my troll cock, little one?" Max raises his eyebrows.

I'm lost for words. After all, I did suck him off under the table while he conducted a business meeting. But this has to be worse, surely?

"Mr. Horenson?" A goblin waiter in a white tuxedo jacket and black pants appears through a separate door in the paneling. "A Mr. Jennison is here to see you. You have a meeting with him?"

Max looks at me, and my body heats because I know exactly what he's going to do.

"Bring him here please, Arkin. And bring another round of drinks along with the chef's special for everyone," Max orders, his voice booming around the room. "We're going to be here a while."