Vikki

Max holds the last croissant out of my reach because he is a big, bad troll.

"Give me," I growl.

He grins. "I want an answer. You promised me an answer today."

"You did," Olly says, popping the last of his pastry in his mouth and looking smug.

"Who asked you?" I jump up at Max, and he catches me in the other arm, holding me down.

"I think you should say yes." Olly ploughs on regardless. "So, let me know when you do." He slides off his stool and shakes his scales, ridding them of crumbs. "I have cataloguing to do." He levels his basilisk gaze at us both. "Work it out among yourselves."

Max's gaze heats as he looks down at me. Olly rolls his eyes and slithers up the staircase to the mezzanine.

"If you're not here at one for lunch, I will hunt you down," I call out.

I hear a low hiss which is Olly's way of both acknowledging me and pretending he's annoyed.

Ever since we've been home and discovered what's happened in my absence, I've insisted Olly get out of the library a couple times a day, tempting him out with food if nothing else.

Max is grumpy about it, but beneath his gruff troll exterior, I think he likes it.

He also wants an answer to the question he asked me outside the apartment building before I passed out. In fact, he's been pushing me for days about it.

I have an answer, but I love torturing my troll. After all, he did bet Vulzal I would stay with him for a month. And the month is up today.

"Maxim Horenson, you will give me the last croissant. I'm growing your child and I need fuel," I say.

I see Max wilt. He lowers his arm and presents me with the croissant like it's a precious gem. But he doesn't let me go. Instead his now free hand runs over my still flat stomach, and I feel the iron rod of his cock against my thigh.

If I thought Max was insatiable before we discovered I was pregnant, I was wrong. This troll would spend every waking hour inside me if he could and also hours where I am asleep too. But until recently, my ribs and his poor, sore back have meant we've had to dial our lovemaking back.

And both of us have been frustrated by it because being pregnant certainly makes me horny.

As soon as the door up on the mezzanine clicks closed, Max growls against my shoulder.

"Off. I want all of these clothes off, right here, right now."

I mock gasp. "But Mr. Horenson, what are you going to do to me?"

"I am going to eat you, sweet little morsel, and then I'm going to shove my cock in your tight pussy and make you ride it until you come."

I shake with desire, and I pull away from him, sliding my trousers down before slowly unbuttoning my shirt until I'm stood in my underwear and Max is staring at me with unmitigated hunger.

"Your turn, Mr. Horenson." I watch as his hips flip at me, the outline of his cock straining at the fabric of his pants. He takes off his suit jacket and unbuckles his belt, his watch chain clinking as he pulls out a cock which is a weapon by any other name. He gives it a couple of slow strokes, pre-cum spilling from the end.

Then I'm lifted onto the counter, my knickers are spirited away with hardly even a snap, and Max buries his head between my legs. Huge hands hold my thighs apart. I grab hold of his horns, and the groan of pleasure it elicits goes straight to my core, even as he licks through my folds and up to my clit, which gets a long, slow suck until I think I might pass out.

"What is your answer, my sweet?" Max murmurs.

"More!" I growl, redoubling my grip on his horns.

He complies, of course he complies, and I'm sent spiraling up to the stars until finally I explode in his mouth, my orgasm ripping through my body, and for once my ribs don't leave me gasping in pain.

Max chuckles against my skin, then rises, pulling me closer to him because on the kitchen island, I'm at a perfect height. He notches his cock at my entrance and growls deep in his chest.

"What's your answer, little Vee?"

"I want troll cock." I stare up at him and tilt my hips so I capture more of his cock.

With a guttural grunt, Max sinks himself into me, unable to stop what his body wants the most.

"Look how you take all my thick troll cock, like a good girl," Max rasps, staring at where we are joined.

I drop back onto the cool marble as he withdraws and thrusts back again, sending waves of delight flowing through my body. Max grips my hip with one hand as he sets up a demanding pace, the other caresses my stomach.

"I long to see our child swell you, Vee. I want you all ripe and delicious for me to pluck."

He tips me over the edge once more, and I pulse, spilling my moisture all over his cock. I feel his big knot pushing at me.

"Give me your knot!" I cry out, feeling almost empty without it.

"Give me an answer," Max growls, keeping up the pace but denying me what I crave the most.

"Fuck you!"

"I think you'll find it's the other way around." Max's chuckle sends further waves of climax through my body. "An answer for a knot, my mate."

"Yes!" I bellow, desperate for the deliciousness which is a troll knot inside me. "Yes, I'll marry you!"

A groan reverberates around the apartment as I get my knot and my bad troll explodes, his knot stretching me as it's buried deep and his breath ragged as the orgasm rips through him.

"Vee," he pants. "Such a bad, bad girl. You made me knot you and now I'll be late for work."

"And you made me agree to marry you, and it's already too late because you filled my belly with a baby, Max."

He lifts his great horned head and slips me off the counter, carrying me back through the apartment until we reach our bedroom where we curl up together and I slowly undress my gorgeous troll until we're both naked (save for the sock suspenders).

"I love you, Max Horenson," I whisper as his eyelids droop.

"I love you, Mrs. Horenson," he replies, voice thick with the need to sleep off his climax. "The day you crossed over my bridge was the first day of the rest of my life. Fate gave you to me and I'm never going to let you go."