Chapter 9

Tally

I t pinched, taking someone Norgren’s size. But oh, the sensation of him inside of me, that incredible cock drawing out and then plunging back in... While the bite remains, it is overwhelmed by the luxury of having him.

I don’t understand how such a massive thing fits inside me, but fit it does. After the sting starts to fade, my body becomes alive with the experience of him, the smell of him all around me. His arms clutch me close and tight as he slowly sinks deeper, each stroke carrying him through me with a greater and greater joy. I let my ogre swallow me in his arms, his tusks brushing over my hair, and I’m not sure where he ends and I begin.

Suddenly, on top of me, Norgren freezes up. He lets out a low, almost painful-sounding groan, and shoves himself deep. I cry out as he swells, filling me obscenely, then a flood of him shoots out. It builds up inside me, trying to escape, but his huge cock has me stuffed as full as I can get.

Norgren, shivering, lowers his face and kisses me. His eyes are apologetic. “Sorry,” he says, shaking his head, looking supremely disappointed in himself. He let off too soon, as new as he is to all this.

Instead of answering, I pull his head down and kiss him. After giving him a few moments, his cock softening inside me, I gently rock my hips against him and all of his warm seed finally trickles out. Norgren groans again and nearly collapses, but inside me he surges.

“Tally,” he gasps, eyes rolling back in his head.

“More,” I say, and squeeze him inside of me again just to emphasize what I want. Norgren looks surprised at himself as his cock trembles again, and stiffens back up. Now we’re simply slathered in his seed, so when he gently withdraws there’s a wet squelch. Ever so slowly, his eyes never leaving mine, he delves into me. He sits up, grabbing my thighs in both hands, and hikes me toward him so I can take him even deeper. I cry out when he pauses in the middle of a stroke, thrusting shallowly a few times, before burying himself as far in me as he can.

I throw my head back and lose myself in the sheer bliss of him, of his hands and his hips and his unbelievable cock. His fingers trace over my nipples as my breasts bounce, pulling on them harder and harder the more I writhe under his hands. Every time he passes over my most tender spot, I mewl and whimper, my hips eagerly rising to meet his, my hands clutching his arms tightly as the pressure inside me becomes almost unbearable. I’m moaning and crying, and slicked along by his own come, Norgren is taking me for everything that I’m worth.

Then his hand reaches down, searching for something, and his thumb brushes my sensitive nub. How on earth did he know to do that? I buck against it, and now surely I’m screaming.

It comes at me from everywhere, all at once. The wave starts where we’re joined and cascades outward, pulling me under, my entire body tingling as my orgasm clenches all my muscles tight. It’s no longer that I feel Norgren inside of me, around me, but now it’s as if he’s a part of me. His heart is there in front of me, and I wrap it up in mine as I let my pleasure wash over me.

“Tally,” Norgren says helplessly, kissing my face as he continues, thrusting through it. He keeps going, spurred on by his second wind, until I’m climbing the fence I just fell off of. I’m going even higher this time, then there are tears breaking free and my voice has filled the whole house.

It’s Norgren’s eyes, revealing to me all that he is on the inside, all the soft edges that lie underneath the hard ones, that sends me over the precipice again. He grunts and hikes my thigh up over his hip, driving into me, roaring as he cascades off his own mountain. When he lets off again, there’s so much of his seed inside me that it’s running down my ass in a river.

Abruptly Norgren drops me back to the bed, then falls forward onto one elbow. He kisses me hard, and I run my hands up his tusks as I kiss him back.

“Thank you,” he says quietly, burying his face in my hair, his cock still inside me. “Thank you, Tally.”

Norgren

Fucking my human was like nothing else in this world. It was beyond comprehension. The way her cunt held me in tight, squeezing me for everything I had to give, how her beautiful head fell back, brown waves scattered across the furs... Oh, I could easily do this forever, bringing my Tally to that place where we are truly and completely alone together, just her light and mine, drawing into one. As we lie against each other, our hearts beat in perfect unison, and I know that everything is exactly how it should be.

My eyes snap open. Tally has nearly fallen asleep, her eyelids drooping over her eyes where she lies with her face against my shoulder. My cock slides gently out of her, and my seed spills across her thigh, but she doesn’t seem to notice.

I think I know this feeling that I have, deep in my gut. I first felt it when I saw her that day in the woods as she searched for some oddity or another, but I had thrown it away when she left me. Surely it wasn’t what I thought it was, if she had the power to refuse me. My attraction to her was not a mate bond, just a passing fancy.

But curled up with her, her soft body molded to mine and filled with me, I’m certain now that Tally is the one I was meant to find. My mate. My only.

She moans a little bit, twisting her hips, and I think she will probably be sore tomorrow. But I’ll clean her and pamper her and hopefully, experience her again many times more.

We bathe in the river the next day, and just seeing Tally’s beautiful, naked body makes me as hungry for her as a starving wolf. So I gobble her up, pulling her into my lap on a rock near the water, watching in wide-eyed wonder as her body swallows as much of my cock as it can. I have more control today now that the soft, wet pulse of her cunt is more familiar to me, but just as wondrous. Still, the way she says my name, the slap of her breasts each time she bounces against me, the blush on her cheeks... all together it makes me shoot off too early again.

Luckily, all I have to do is turn her over so her full ass is facing the sky, her cunt dripping with my seed, and slide back in. Then I fuck her harder, nursing one climax out of her after another, wondering if her body will take to me, if her womb might allow me in.

Time suddenly becomes a nebulous thing, every day feeling both full and too short. The weeks go by quickly as we build the homestead together, as I learn better how to communicate with her. Then we have long nights of lying in bed, my woman lifting herself up and down over my belly as she welcomes me inside her.

Every time, I bring her in close, and murmur into her ear.

“Thank you, Tally.” She wriggles even closer to me. I will learn all the words I need to tell her how I feel, but I think that she already knows them by the way she looks into my eyes when I’m inside her.

Soon, I think, it will be time to take her home to meet my family.

Tally

It is quite a good life to be cared for by my ogre. Most days we spend foraging for food or working on the house. Sometimes Norgren goes hunting, and when he’s successful, we start a big fire outside and smoke what meat we don’t eat right away. In the evenings, we sit in front of the fire, me in Norgren’s lap. We work on his Freysian, so we can better understand one another, and share stories about our lives.

It is one of those nights that Norgren tells me he wants to bring me to meet the other ogres. Before, he lived with his mother and uncle far off in the mountains. I asked why he came here at all, and he was silent for a long time, like he was trying to decide how much to tell me.

Finally he said, “I was looking for you.” I come to understand that he was searching for a human to build a life with, like one of the other ogres had already done. It explains quite a lot about our first meeting. Now I’m curious about this other human woman, and wonder if I’ll ever meet her .

We would have a lot to talk about, I think.

I’m excited and nervous to meet his family. I don’t speak his language, so as we pack up our things to go on what sounds like a rather long journey, I try to learn what Trollkin I can. This is how I learned the word for “wife,” or some equivalent.

But I get the sense it’s deeper than that, the connection we have. Often it feels as if I can detect Norgren’s emotions, and I hate when he has to leave overnight for longer hunts. It hurts to be apart from him, as if our minds and hearts are bound together even from a distance.

Two leather bags packed, we say goodbye to our little house and start off together. It will be a few days’ journey to the mountain, and I steel myself for sore legs.

We hike for many hours during the day, and stop to sleep only as the sun begins to set. Norgren often holds my hand as we walk, through forests and meadows and over creeks, humming as we go. I pick up his songs, so we can hum them together.

It’s our third day of traveling, and my strength is starting to wear thin, when we come across a well-traveled road. I don’t know what would happen if we came across other travelers here, so we stay parallel to it.

Then we catch sight of a town. It’s quiet, almost ominously so, but I’m drawn to it and the idea of seeing another human again. I didn’t realize how isolated we were at the homestead until now.

“I’m going to go check it out,” I tell Norgren as we observe the town from a safe distance.

He gives me a confused look. “Why? We have food.”

I don’t know how to explain my desire to mingle with my own kind, even if for just a few moments. But I know he can’t come with me, either.

“I just want to see.” Maybe if they have things we need, I could barter with some of our own goods, like the berry jam, or my more desirable concoctions .

But Norgren doesn’t want to release my hand. “What if it’s dangerous?” he asks.

“Why would it be dangerous?”

He just shakes his head, clearly opposed to the idea of me leaving his side to investigate. I put a hand on his shoulder.

“I won’t be long,” I promise. “Just long enough to look around. Okay?”

With a heavy, reluctant sigh, Norgren nods.

“Wait for me here.” I have to stand up high on my tip-toes to kiss him, and he doesn’t want to let me go. But eventually he does, and I head off toward town.

I follow the main road in, passing squat wood houses and empty livestock pens as I approach. I don’t see any people about, which is odd for this time of day. But it seems to be a quiet town, so perhaps it’s just sparsely populated being so far from other major cities. Perhaps everyone is taking their lunch.

That’s when I smell it: the scent of death. A door hangs open on the closest house, and despite my instincts all screaming at me to run, to return to where Norgren is waiting for me, I have to know. What happened here?

I peer inside the small house, and the smell assaults my nose. There are three dead bodies, two adults and one child, all cleaved through with an axe or a sword. Dark brown dried blood is everywhere, and flies swarm in clouds around the corpses.

As quick as my feet will carry me, I turn around and bolt from the house. I don’t need to see anything else to know what became of this place, what happened here.

Trollkin. They are bludgeoning their way through our land, one town at a time. Now I see the bones of animals piled up in the corners of the pens, as though the trollkin butchered them all before leaving for their next target.

When I return to where Norgren is crouched, hidden behind some bushes, he stands up to greet me and I bowl right into him. I wrap my arms tight around him, the image of those three bodies burned into my mind, and try my hardest not to cry.

So many dead, and for what? For the Grand Chieftain to spread the tendrils of his empire even farther? To claim one more piece of the world for himself?

Perplexed, Norgren holds me close, stroking my back. “What is it? What did you find?”

I bury my face in his broad chest, between his two thick pectorals. “They’re gone,” I whimper. “They’re all gone. Every last one is dead.”

His hand freezes. “Trollkin,” he murmurs.

“It must be.”

With a deep sigh, he kneels down and brings me into his lap, wrapping me up completely in his arms as my tears finally break free. I’ve never seen such brutal, ugly death up close, and I don’t think I will ever, ever forget it.