Green Bush Erotica Volume 4

The Troll’s Trollop

 

 

 

Chapter One

 

It was long tradition that the night before her formal betrothal the princess to be wed would spend the night locked in the tower of the northern keep guarded by her husband to be. It was an ancient tradition where the first king of Pridania spirited away his beloved from her homeland—the king’s family’s long-standing enemy—and locked her in his castle’s tower to keep her safe from her father’s army. The alternate version of the story is he abducted and raped the daughter of his family’s rivals and kept her locked in his tower as she produced five sons and three daughters during the next twenty years. The version of the story believed largely depended on one’s birthplace: west of the River Ardo believed the first version, east of the River claimed the second version to be true. The actual truth was lost to history, but the tradition for the men of the Pridan family remained.

The minor prince Dev waited at the base of the tower outside the heavy wooden door with two of his men at arms. The three of them were hardly an army, or even a decent guard, but it was just a ritual that was observed for tradition. His men had even taken the tradition of drinking wine while they waited for the midnight bell whereupon Dev would scale the tower stairs and take his bride to start their ritual betrothal.

Ven and Ord were already drunk, laughing and joking at Dev having to wait to take the maidenhead of his bride to be. When Ven made that statement, Dev snorted in response.

“Her maidenhead is long gone,” he commented with a grin.

“Oh ho, and you took it I suppose?” Ord asked. He was swaying back and forth slightly as if fighting a steady breeze.

“That’s what she told me...but she certainly didn’t behave like a maiden when I penetrated her.” Dev couldn’t help but smile at the memory. Theirs hadn’t been a long courtship, but it had been intense. The princess did not come to the relationship a virgin, of that Dev was sure. He didn’t care the least of her history; he wasn’t interested in an innocent girl for a wife, he wanted a hussy who could match his drive.

“Bit of a trollop, is she?” Ven leered.

“Not a bit,” Dev said. “She’s a pure trollop.”

The other two burst out laughing at the braggadocio he used to display his wife-to-be’s libido.

“And what would her father say about that?” Ord asked.

Dev lifted an eyebrow and looked out the corner of his eye at his loyal retainer. “I asked him about that. He said he was glad to marry her off, nothing but trouble since the day she was born, he was half worried he was going to half to ship her off to the nuns if she got a bellyful before she was married.”

The two men looked in surprise at Dev, then burst out laughing again. The laughter was suddenly cut short as thick black arrows suddenly sprouted from Ord and Ven’s chests. They tried to breathe, sucking heavily to catch their breath, but it was useless. The pair slid to the ground as Dev stood rooted in place, unable to move, not comprehending what was happening.

A moment later his head rang with pain and he found himself on his knees trying to clear his vision. His ears were filled with a dull roar and waves of nausea rolled over him.

“Stupid human,” a guttural voice said to him. “Waiting here, on troll lands, to bed a woman. Why wait? I’ll take her now.”

Dev was then kicked in the stomach by a heavy leather boot. The force of the blow picked him up and threw his body against the side of the tower, knocking the wind out of his lungs. He gasped for breath as his attacker came into view. The light of the full moon illuminated the ugly face of the troll that had assaulted him. Its gray-green skin was mottled with brown spots; red eyes flared under an impossibly heavy brow and sharp, pointed teeth protruded from its maw. Black, rubbery lips pulled back in a leer of pleasure. “When I’m done with your woman, I’ll come back here and kill you,” the troll promised and kicked Dev in the head, knocking him out.

The troll then ripped the oak door off the hinges and entered the tower. Like most trolls he was incredibly tall and broad, this monster stood nearly eight feet tall and weighed just over a half ton, in a fight he was more than a match for any normal human. The tower had been built to defend the frontier and as such the hallways and stairs were extra wide. The troll still had difficulty working his way up the spiral staircase, his wide shoulders, heavy armor and long spear gave him little room to maneuver. The long stairway ended at the tower top room were a woman was casually lounging on the large bed covered with rich silk coverings.

“You’re early,” she called out to him. Her eyes were half-closed and the cloying smell of stimweed smoke was heavy in the air. The woman, the princess, the troll told himself, was chained to the heavy wrought iron bed. The silver chain looped around her left ankle, the length of the restraint ran around the bed, and was securely locked to a heavy black ring at the foot of the bed. In other circumstances the ritual presentation would have been erotic, but the unexpected presence of the troll instead made it terrifying.

“I did not know I was expected,” the troll growled in the human language. He hated using the human’s words, but they found him speaking in their language all the more horrifying. The moment he spoke, the girl froze, then shot open her eyes and gazed at him, frightened like a rabbit caught in the open field by a diving hawk. He grunted in satisfaction at her reaction and dropped his weapons.

“Don’t hurt me,” she whimpered. “Don’t kill me.”

He grunted again. “I won’t kill you,” he promised. “But I can’t promise this won’t hurt.”

To her credit the princess held her composure. She was in a completely vulnerable position for she had been waiting for her lover but was instead confronted by a monster. There was no way she could possibly fight off the troll—that she had presence of mind enough to realize—and instead chose to flee, but forgot she was still chained to the bed. She moved lithely, quickly, as someone accomplished with the strengths and limits of her body, but the moment the silver chain reached its full length, she was jerked to the ground. She had been trying to reach one of the windows opposite the stairs’ entrance, but fell pitifully short.

Gork stood impassive and amused. Human females were frighteningly frail compared to the sturdy troll women he normally fucked, still there was something indefinable and compelling about the human female form. This one was almost already fully revealed to him. She wore only a thin, sheer white chemise to cover her breasts; it barely reached her midriff. Her loins and buttocks were even less protected; a loincloth-like garment—this one even more sheer than the top—half-hid her yellow fur covered pudenda though left her smoothly curved buttocks exposed for the material pulled up between the cleft. It wasn’t something any self-respecting troll would wear, but humans were an odd race. The girl struggled and whimpered as Gork advanced on her, but the chain wouldn’t release her and she carried no weapon.

“Fight back if you want,” he said to her stopping just a few paces from her crouching form. “You won’t hurt me.” He half grunted, half laughed. “I like a female that fights.” Moving impossibly quickly his giant hand shot out and caught her arm. She screamed in terror and tried to get away but his grip was like iron. He casually twisted her arm and tossed her back on the bed where she landed in a twisted heap.

Wasting no time he pounced on her and pulled at the silken garment covering her sex. She struggled, confused as her long, golden hair fell into her face, the panties stretched, then tore, leaving bright red welts on her skin, but she was now open and exposed to the troll.

“Fight,” he told her, flipping her onto her back. The girl’s pink nipples were now exposed for her chemise had rucked up, releasing her oversized breasts. They were unattractive to Gork’s eyes, but he wasn’t here for the view. Taking his instruction to heart, the girl began to fight back, she clawed and hit at the massive forearm that was pinning her to the bed. Gork barely felt her struggles. “Good,” he complimented her, keeping her down with his hand and supplementing her immobility with a heavy foot on her ankle chain.

In a practiced, one-handed move he opened up the front of his leather armor and pulled out his sex organ. It was only half-erect but the size was intimidating to a simple human girl. It was more massive than any penis she had ever seen on a horse or bull. It wasn’t the fact she was about to be raped that scared her. Romina was frightened by the sheer size of the organ that was going to penetrate her. After a moment’s pause in her struggles she redoubled her efforts to fight off the troll, but it was a useless for the monster was far too strong for her.

“This will hurt,” the troll informed her. Romina had no doubt of that and so she resumed her struggles again, but between the troll’s hand and the chain, there was little she could do to improve her situation. He wrenched her legs open as wide as possible to accommodate his substantial girth. Unready for coitus, her sex was closed and dry, that didn’t matter to Gork, but he knew it would be impossible for him to enjoy the act if he weren’t able to correctly penetrate her. The problem was solved by a simple dose of troll instinct.

Romina felt her nether regions suddenly soaked in a warm liquid. She looked down at herself, panicked that perhaps the monster had cut her open and her blood was flowing out. But that was far from the situation. A stream of a white-yellow viscous liquid was issuing forth from the monster’s penis; at first she thought he was p1ss1ng on her but realized that was wrong. Gork’s dark red eyes had half rolled up into his skull and for the briefest of moments she thought maybe he had over-excited himself and finished the job before he had started.

“Urgh,” he grunted as his eyes refocused. “Now you’ll be able to take me.” He wiped his cock around in the sticky-slick liquid that pooled on her belly, then presented the head to her opening. “This is going to hurt you,” he told her with a leering grin, then shoved his mottled green cock forward and into her body.

Romina screamed in pain so loudly her throat went raw from the exertion. Fully erect his sex was nearly two feet long and as wide as her doubled up fists. At first it didn’t truly hurt her, but once the overlarge head was inside of her and he kept pushing more and more into her body, the pain became unbearable. She screamed and cried and whimpered and struggled to get away, but everything she did was useless. And worse her reaction only excited Gork even more. His member hardened so that it was like a hewn from the heart of an oak. He wasn’t able to sink his entire length into her—that would have been flatly impossible—but he tried as hard as he could to force as much of himself inside her as possible. Once he bottomed out, he grunted, pulled back, and thrust in again.

Once she had been initially penetrated and stretched, Romina found the actual thrusting to be much less painful. There was little she could do at this point and resigned herself to be held down by the monster’s massive paw and organ. It was princesses duty, she had been told time and time again, to do many things she would find distasteful and demeaning. She told herself this was one of those occasions.

It didn’t take the monster long to find a rhythm he enjoyed; once he did he starting laying into Romina. She had resolved to suffer under the troll’s humiliation, but was shocked and horrified when her body started to betray her and the sensations of the troll’s cock in her pussy began to arouse her.

Gork first noticed the change in his victim’s state when Romina stopped crying and mewling her agony and began breathing heavily and groaning in response to his thrusts. “Good,” he complimented her. “Human females always learn to enjoy a fucking from a troll.” He barked out his laughter.

There was nothing Romina could do. He was ugly and disgusting but he was giving her incredible pleasure and pain at the same time. She turned her head so she wouldn’t have to look at him, closed her eyes and concentrated on the sensations filling her body. She struggled and pushed against her body’s involuntary reaction, but she could only resist for so long. Soon her body started shaking uncontrollably and she cried out again, this time not from the pain, but from the crashing waves of pleasure that brought her to climax.

There was the briefest of pauses in Gork’s motions as he watched Romina’s orgasm. He let out his grunting laugh and then resumed his motions. Romina was now fully engaged. She never imagined she would have been able to accept such a large organ into her tiny pussy, but it was taking place. Her thighs were splayed wide and it felt as if she were being split in twain, but the pain was almost worth the pleasure. Disgusted at her reaction to her violation, she cried. She told herself the tears were because of the crime being committed against her, but in her secret heart she could admit the pain mixed with pleasure was so shameful that she perversely found some joy.

Because the monster was so much larger than the nubile princess she couldn’t reach his body with her hands, she couldn’t embrace him. She was little more than a pinned target of the massive spear that sprouted from his groin. So long was his weapon that even Gork could barely reach Romina. He liked it better than way, he could watch her and didn’t have touch more of her too soft and smooth skin.

He was a troll of large appetites and pleasures. It always took Gork a long time to reach the apex of his mating ritual; during his long thrusting he brought Romina to orgasm two more times. Each time made him laugh. But finally even the masterful troll had had enough and he prepared himself to seed his mate.

There was little that could control the actions of a troll once his orgasm started. His red eyes fully rolled up into his skull and his thrusts became more urgent. Pungent sweat broke out all over his body and he faintly trembled with desire.

When his time finally came, Romina found herself screaming again, this time because of pure pain. His seed burst into her and it burned worse than any of the hottest foods she had ever eaten, worse than a boiling bath, worse than the time her older brother held her hand over the fire. So great was the pain she wanted to vomit, but her body was paralyzed with the pain. Finally it was over for Gork’s penis contracted slightly and he slipped out of her body. When he pulled out she felt an odd sense of emptiness, almost loneliness, though the pain greatly abated when he was gone. His exertions had completed exhausted the troll and he collapsed to the floor next to the bed.

“That was wonderful,” he grunted up to her. “What did you think?”

Romina just rolled to her side and tried to keep from crying. Her body shook slightly with her sobs and her thighs burned with the fluid that leaked out of her sex. It was too much to process all at once. Now that it was over she dreaded to discover what the monster had planned for her next.

“Well?” he grunted after a long silent pause, he liked to be complimented after breeding a female. Romina didn’t want to admit anything to him, her pain or her pleasure. “Was I the best you ever had?” He laughed as if he already knew the answer.

Romina only whimpered noncommittally because she didn’t want to admit the truth. Gork struggled back to his feet and stood next to the bed, his organ still hanging out of his leather breaches. “Every female loves to be stabbed with a weapon like this!” he declared, grabbing his cock and shaking it at her.

Romina could barely open her eyes to acknowledge him.

“What about you?” a voice asked from behind the troll. “Do you like a weapon like this?” A moment later a bright silver spearhead burst through Gork’s chest accompanied by a spray of dark red, nearly purple, blood that covered the bed and the princess. Gork tried to turn around to face his attacker, but he was held fast by his attacker. He was far from dead but was rapidly dying. In frustration he reached up and snapped the head off the spear and took two steps forward, freeing his body from the shaft of the weapon.

“I’ll kill you!” Gork spluttered, stumbling around, unable to focus. Blood was flowing down his chest, staining the thick black fur on his torso and around his cock. More was coming out of his mouth.

“I doubt it,” Dev said, slipping nimbly aside as the troll swiped at him, lost his balance and fell to the floor dead.

“How?” was all Romina could think to ask. She was still covered in the troll’s blood and stunned by both attacks. Dev was bruised and battered from his earlier beating from Gork. He walked forward and picked up the bloody spearhead where it Gork had dropped it.

“My family has always been prepared. We’ve stored troll killing spears here for years, just a bit of magic lets it slip through troll hide like a hot knife into butter.” He wasn’t able to say anything else, but took a few more steps forward and collapsed on the bed next to his wife-to-be.

 

 

Chapter Two

 

The cleanup waited until the next morning when Romina’s ladies came to the tower to celebrate her supposed deflowering. They were too shocked to be of any good until the bulk of Dev’s body guard appeared. The men removed the troll’s body along with Ven and Ord’s while the women busied themselves making sure Romina was alive and well. After her third bath for the day, Dev became disgusted and ordered the ladies in waiting out of the tower top room and down below to prepare meals for all the guests.

This left Dev time alone with Romina who had been holding up well considering her ordeal the night before. “Care to talk?” he asked.

“I’m fine,” she immediately snapped at him.

He let the silence hang a minute then said, “You certainly aren’t acting fine.”

She glowered at him. “The damn troll was trying to breed me,” she said. “He knew what I’m here for. He enjoyed the process.”

Dev opted not to comment on the likeability of fucking Romina and instead focused on her other concern. “It’s rare for a troll to impregnate a human. They try all the time.”

“Don’t tell me what I already know,” she snapped at him again. “They fail so often for two reasons,” she explained. “First, they’re too rough, they don’t know how to handle a human girl and they wind up killing her in the process.” She looked aside for a moment to gather her thoughts. “Obviously I’m still alive. Second, male trolls are so large they aren’t usually able to copulate with human women.” She sighed. “That wasn’t a problem in my case.”

The information hung between them. “Are you brooding right now?” Dev asked.

She glared at him again. “Why do you think I came here last night?” she asked him.

“You might already be pregnant with my child,” he pointed out to her. Following the unspoken rules of Pridian courtship they had been careful to fuck as many times as possible for the past few weeks while everyone in their families carefully looked the other way.

“And I might not,” she pointed out.

“Let’s not worry about what we can’t change,” he said. “Best thing to do is to move forward with the betrothal as if nothing unusual happened. If anyone asks, we simply say a troll attacked last night, Ven and Ord died in the fight while I killed it. It’s close enough to the truth.”

And leaves out the fact I was raped, Romina thought, but kept that to herself.

“Are you going to be okay with that?” he asked her.

“A princess must often do things she finds distasteful,” Romina said ending the discussion.

From there the rest of the betrothal celebration continued as if normal. The ladies cooked the traditional evening feast and, after everyone and eaten their fill and drunk much wine, Princess Romina was stripped down to her anklet and the sheerest of chemises. Then the men ritually beat her with switches of spruce as she stood on a table in the middle mead hall. Her hands were bound behind her back and they made her dance as they reddened her thighs and buttocks. There was much laughter and shouts of celebration as she performed for her friends; any of the men who could make her fall with the ten blows he was allowed would then be granted use of the princess’s bedroom favors. Either the men didn’t try very hard or the princess was exceptionally talented in balance, dance and enduring the pain of the switches for no one could make her fall.

The celebration called for a virgin sacrifice and since the princess proved her skills on the table, tradition called for one of her ladies in waiting to step in her place. All the ladies, of course, denied they could do the job for none of them were virgins. And so lots were drawn among the women and to the great pleasure of the assembled men, one of the youngest and prettiest maids drew the red stone from the leather pouch.

“Lucky Lucy!” the crowd called out as one of the men at arms grabbed her from behind and starting pulling at her clothes. Lucy pretended to resist, but the combination of the wine, stimweed smoke and the charged atmosphere all contributed to her willingness to be sacrificed for the crowd. Lost in the mists history the traditional virgin sacrifice was, supposedly, a blood sacrifice where a young virgin girl’s life was given over to one of the old gods. Although they didn’t practice blood sacrifice any longer, old traditional die hard, so virgins were now forced to sacrifice their maidenhood for the good of the community, and in this case the entertainment of the community.

The girl was pushed around, each time she was grabbed by a new person they stripped off another article of clothing, slowly disrobing her among the shouts and laughter. She was quickly reduced to her chemise and panties. One of the men at arms held her from the front while another took his knife and cut away the straps of the thin garments. Below it could fall to the ground, Lucy was released by her captor and she reflexively grasped her rags to her tits hiding them from view.

“Show us, show us!” The most enthusiastic members of the crowd calling for Lucy’s nudity weren’t the men, but her fellow maiden, eager to see their friend humiliated and exposed. Lucy was forced into the center of a circle formed by the guests, all were laughing and cheering, Lucy was laughing loudest of all for she knew the privilege she was about to receive. Disorientated by all the motion around her, it was easy for Lucy’s best friend Delma to snatch away the remaining rags of her chemise leaving the girl only in her tiniest of attire. The men roared with delight as she showed off her small breasts topped by bright red nipples. Proud of their reaction she posed for several moments until one of the men grabbed her again, picked her up, and then threw her down on one of the round tables.

Without further ceremony her white panties were torn off, exposing her fine brown hair and exposed sex to the crowd. She didn’t recognize the men who was accosting her, but that didn’t matter. She was wet and ready; her one bit of preparation was to spread her thighs and raise her knees, allowing the muscular soldier to ram his manhood into her. They were nearly deafened with the cries of approval from the crowd.

“Fuck me!” she ordered the older man. The crowd again voiced its approval upon hearing the supposedly demure young girl use filthy language. The man had only exposed his cock, leaving on the rest of his rough, woolen garb as he plowed into the girl. He took no notice as one of his fellow warriors exposed his own cock and introduced the semi-erect member to Lucy’s mouth. She eagerly gobbled up the second organ, filling her from both ends. The crowd again laughed when Lucy showed she was quite skilled at pleasuring two men at the same time, something that certainly should have been impossible for a girl who was supposed to be a virgin.

It didn’t take long for the first man to finish. Lucy’s pussy was young and tight and the night was ready for the revels. He discharged himself with a strangled cry deep into her cunt, nearly collapsing upon her body. Seeing that he was finished the guests began to call out, “Show us, show us, show us!” The soldier pushed himself off the girl and staggered to the side. Like a good maiden serving her princess, Lucy kept her thighs splayed showing off her reddened and sore pussy to the guests, tilting her hips slightly downward. After a few moments the thick, milky white fluid began to pour forth from within her. Upon this evidence that her ersatz virginity was now gone, the crowd ceased their chanting and applauded their approval. The second man being serviced by Lucy finished when Lucy reached into his pants, found the root of his cock and the sack hanging below the thick member. She firmly squeezed the balls, causing him to rapidly finish, filling her mouth with his seed.

After a prompting look from Dev, Romina stepped forward, pushing aside the crowd. It was a princess’s duty to perform many distasteful tasks, but his wasn’t one of them. There was a time when a princess was served by her ladies and other times when she needed to serve them. Romina knelt before Lucy’s sex, the girl’s legs still open wide; if she was aware of the princess, the seemed to take no notice as the blond princess circled her hands around Lucy’s thighs, leaned in, kissed her gently on the test of matted, wet hair, then slid down to tongue and suck away the man’s seed from the girl’s cunt. It wasn’t a task she found distasteful, it was one she had been looking forward to.

Proving that she was a true princess willing to serve her people, Romina carefully cleaned the warrior’s spunk from Lucy’s pussy. She licked her way around the girl’s labia then plunged forward and sucked the rich fluid from her sex. The flavor was thick in her mouth as it rolled on her tongue and down her throat. Lucy appreciated the service that her princess performed for her, wiggling her hips and groaning deep in the back of her throat. It didn’t take Romina long to clean the girl, but she stayed between the beauty’s legs, giving the girl pleasure until Lucy couldn’t resist any longer and her body responded by flooding Romina’s mouth with her juices, announcing her moment of crisis with a cry of pleasure. Finally Romina rocked back on her heels and delicately wiped the slickness from her lips and cheeks as the guests applauded their approval.

“It’s time for the celebration to start,” she announced when the crowd quieted down to hear her words. This was followed by more laughter and cheers for even though her announcement had been eagerly anticipated, they had already begun celebrating the betrothal. Those who were still clothed quickly stripped down and found the partner of their choice. Most had already removed their garments when they were watching Romina work on Lucy, some had delayed and now quickly caught up or simply started their sex play partially clothed.

Adhering to tradition, everyone was included in the orgy, no one could be excluded, and so Princess Romina circled the room several times making sure everyone was enjoying themselves, directing the occasional lost soul to an open and ready orifice, being the best hostess she could. Finally her route took her back to Dev who was standing next to one of her older ladies in waiting who was proving her oral skills to the young noble.

“Shouldn’t you be saving that for me?” Romina asked him.

“Certainly,” he answered and pulled his cock out of the woman’s mouth with an audible pop. “Would you like to do it here or in our private room?”

She surveyed the scene being played out in the mead hall. It was an orgy of traditional trappings. Naked, sweaty bodies writhed and pulsed together in celebration of the betrothal, which was in itself a celebration of life. But Romina didn’t want her ladies and Dev’s warriors to see her possibly screaming in pain when her husband to be took her. As much as she wanted to actively participate in the orgy, she wouldn’t be able to experience what she wanted, penetration. It was considered bad luck for the wife to be to copulate with another man after her mate had taken her maidenhead. As sore and stretched as she was, penetration was still all she desired. Oral pleasures were fine, but she wanted to be used, and used roughly.

“The private room, I think,” she announced. “I’m a bit tired tonight.” It was a lie, but the whitest of lies.

Even though she wasn’t eager to perform for her guests, Romina’s desire was still rampant after witnessing the orgy, enjoying Lucy and breathing the stimweed smoke that had been burning in the braziers all night. Dev allowed Romina to lead the way, admiring the elegant sway of her hips and buttocks as she walked up the many steps to their private apartment. He had anticipated a night of careful, gentle lovemaking; he was completely wrong in her intentions.

The moment they approached the bed Romina twisted him around and pushed the bigger man on to the bed, face up. She was on top of him in a flash, pulling his manhood back out of his breeches and hurriedly working it with her hands. “Ready for me?” she asked eagerly, not waiting for an answer.

There was a wild look in her eye. Dev had seen the same look in other women, it was lust backed with a long period between satisfaction of physical pleasure. She crawled on top of him and guided his stiff member into her hot and wet sex. She sighed with delight as he slid deep into her.

“Carefully,” he warned her.

“Don’t worry,” she said. “I’m ready for you.” Without further preamble she started pumping her hips up and down, enjoying the length and silky smooth feel of his cock inside her.

Dev was surprised, not just at her unexpected enthusiasm for coupling so soon after her encounter with the troll, but that she wasn’t stretched out and loose like an old whore. She was tight and firm, not too tight like a virgin, but perfectly fitting him. He could feel her internal muscles gripping him.

“You’re tight,” he told her, surprised at her enthusiasm and feel.

“I know,” she grunted, grinding down her hips. “I feel good.”

“You’re not sore from last night?” He was surprised.

She hesitated just a moment before answering him. He wasn’t sure if the hesitation was from her reluctance to answer or because she was too busy humping his cock. “A little,” she admitted. “But it’s a good kind of sore. Let’s me know I’m still alive.” She bit her lip, concentrating as she ground her hips down and forward, rubbing her tiny button of pleasure on his pubic bone.

“Faster,” he urged her, thrusting his hips up at her.

Romina planted her hands on his shoulders and balanced herself on her knees so that she could work her body up and down faster. “Uhh, uhh, uhh,” she breathed in and out, squeezing Dev’s cock as hard as she could. She couldn’t wait any longer and reached down between their bodies, found his sack and firmly twisted his balls to make them spill out their seed. It was just what he needed to finish and his heavy ejaculate flooded into her. She collapsed against his chest and shuddered with the pleasure he had given her. Everything was as it should have been in the northern tower of betrothal.

Except messengers had been dispatched to every important lord in the realm with the rumor that Princess Romina might be carrying a bellyful of a troll’s spawn.

 

 

Chapter Three      

 

“It’s not at all like that, Father,” Romina complained into the stone’s grill. She hated these new magical devices; they never worked like the wizards always promised.