Tempting the Ogre's Heart (Trollkin Lovers)

by Lyonne Riley

I know where cocks go, and there’s no way mine would fit inside this delicate little cavern. But oh, do I want it to. Instead I test it with my finger, and to my surprise, it widens for me, opening in time with the rise and fall of Ah-lee-ya’s breasts. I work just the tip inside her, and her pelvis jumps under my hands. She’s so tight that I wonder if I can fit any more, but she’s wet, too, and it eases my way. Soon I have one finger buried in her to the second joint, and Ah-lee-ya is twitching and gasping like it feels quite good.

Whenever we bathe, I find her innermost sensitive place and suckle her there, licking up everything she’ll give me, and then fuck her with my fingers until she’s moaning and crying. I progress to two fingers and she loves it, writhing and mewling sweetly as I thrust them inside of her. Oh, how I long for that to be my cock, instead.

She’s pleasuring herself on my leg. Somehow, I get even harder. Save me. Save me from myself. All it would take to sink into her would be lift up her hips and— I can’t. I shouldn’t. She’s not my mate.

It calls to me the way that hunger does when you’re starving, as if everything will be all right if you can just find food. She is my food, my water, my shelter.

Maybe I’ve been looking in all the wrong places for my mate. Maybe, just maybe, she’s right here in front of me. The rightness of this crashes into me. My headstrong human. If she stayed with me, if she agreed to join my life, I think I would be the happiest ogre in the world.

kissing me again. He starts to spread his hand wider, and I gasp and jerk against him. My tight channel is being forced open. He crouches to lick me while he works, and I’m dripping into his hand, wishing that he would finally give me what I’ve been asking for.

he pushes once more and slips inside me. I cry out as I stretch wide. He’s asking my body to open up for him, and it obeys. A ripple of pleasure echoes through me as he slides in deeper, buoyed by how wet and slick I am.

He thrusts once more, twice more, and I’m gripping his waist with my legs as I hold on for my life. He lets out one final bellow and shoves himself deep.

I hope against all hope that my human feels the same way about me, or else I have doomed myself to a life of misery without her.

That night, after I’ve let her clean my wound and bandage it, I am slow with my Ah-lee-ya, holding her in my lap and watching as my cock slides in and out of her, never quite disappearing all the way inside her gorgeous cunt. I suckle her breasts and worship her navel, drawing my tongue from her collar all the way to her flower, tasting where I’ve been inside her and then turning her over to take her again. She greedily devours all of it, pulling my hair as she bounces on my belly, squeezing my ass as I crouch over her. I tell her in Trollkin all the things I don’t know how to say, that I’m too cowardly to say.

They say that the more you pleasure your ogress, the more her womb will open up to your seed, and perhaps the same is true for my human. So I play with her perfect breasts, fondle her tiny nub, and even bring my hand down lower, to the puckered rose between her round cheeks. She gasps and jolts as I nudge it with my finger, convincing it to open up and let me inside. As I lick her hard and fast, one hand in her cunt and one in her rear, she arches back and cries out, gushing into my mouth.