Troll Boyfriend (complete)

They said it was such a shame to walk away from twenty years of marriage. For you it hadn’t been a marriage in a long time. Walking away from it and escaping it was the best decision you had made in a long time. 

For a while, you picked up the pieces and put a new life together for yourself. Your daughter was in college so you decided to move closer to her school. One day when she was visiting she brought you a brochure for cabin rentals up in the mountains.

“Look, I can take care of the house, break is coming and all I really wanna do is save up. Why don’t you go rent a cabin and write that book you’ve always wanted to.”

You smile at her, touched by her thoughtfulness and maturity, you’re not sure who she got that from. “Oh, that was so long ago.”

“And?” She grins. “It can be closer.”

You sigh and look at the brochure. For years, your dream was to be a writer. You used to frequent fanfiction sites and fan blogs back when you were young. Time has a way of taking things away and being teased relentlessly by your ex-husband about your hobby didn’t help. You had all but given up writing.

“It used to make you so happy, Mama,” your daughter says. “And once you’re done. We’ll go and celebrate!”

You take the brochure and her words to heart. You’ve rented a cabin for the entire month to write your novel. Even if you didn’t write it would still be an amazing getaway for you. Although, you were used to having your daughter or someone around. You weren’t sure you would be used to being alone for so long. 

The cabin was nice, it was all one room, save for the bathroom. The closet was big enough for all your things and that was it. The refrigerator was small, but you didn’t bring much anyways. As you unpack and get comfortable you find you enjoy the quiet. You’ve not been alone since you were eighteen, this was your chance to learn about yourself again.

You set up a space for your writing near the window, that way you could look out into the forest when you wanted to. Outside there was a firepit and a stack of logs already chopped. During your first night, you start a fire and sit out there with a cooler full of beer. The woods are quiet and all you hear is the crackle of the fire.

The next morning you get up and set to work. For a while, it feels like nothing will come. You can’t think of anything to write about and straining over it only makes things worse. You’ve written, maybe, half a page around one in the afternoon. You give up, feeling defeated. Back when you were young and your daughter was just born, you used to spend hours writing while she slept. Any small noise would wake her so writing was one of the few things you could do. The words use to flow from you like a broken sink. You couldn’t stop the process. Now? God, now it was like trying to squeeze syrup from a stone.

You go outside and decide to take a walk. There’s a path that cuts through the woods, so you follow it. It’s narrow and winding, but walking makes you feel better. You eventually come to a pond where there is a waterfall running down into. You’re amazed, it’s so beautiful. The water looks so clear and crisp. You take off your shoes and wade into the water. You feel invigorated stepping inside you, you wish you had your swimsuit with you.

As you wade around the pond you get closer to the waterfall, curious to see behind it. Once you get close enough, you see something standing behind the water. Their dark body blends in with the rock behind the water, but you can see their shape and their eyes as they peer out at you. You stumble as you try to run, nearly tripping and falling into the water. You don’t stay long enough to find out what was there, you even forget your shoes. You run all the way back to the cabin, your heart hammering and you’re unable to catch a breath.

You lock the door and draw all the windows shut. You don’t go outside that night to sit by the bonfire, you simply lay in bed, wide awake. The next you peek outside, seeing if there were any signs of the thing you saw. You open the door, looking for prints, instead you see your shoes. They’re laid neatly by the front door on the mat along with a bundle of wildflowers. The flowers are tied together with one of your shoelaces. You smile a bit and look around before slipping back inside.

Despite your lack of sleep, you sit down to write. The words flow easier than the day before but it’s still a struggle. You’ve put the wildflowers in a mason jar on your desk. You look at them and can’t help but smile. The only thing that could have seen you leave your shoes was the creature in the waterfall. You didn’t get a good look, but it was towering and huge. Dark, stone colored skin, bright brown eyes that sliced through the water.

That evening, you feel like sitting by the fire again. Having actually written something, you feel the need to celebrate. As you drink your beer you suddenly feel a presence. You glance up into the woods, not seeing anything but feeling something. In the light of the fire, you see the figure from the waterfall. You feel slightly afraid but you hold out your beer to them.

“Thank you,” your voice cracks. “For returning my shoes.”

A massive hand comes out of the shadows, taking the beer from you. They step out of the woods and sit down across from you. The drink the beer in one sitting then set the bottle aside. They’re quiet and beyond the flames you can see they have tusks curling from their lips and going outward. Their shoulders and extremely broad and covered with fur. Their arms look like massive tree trunks. Each hand has only three fingers but they’re massive. Their ears are long and pointed as well as their nose. They have wild hair that’s curly and ragged and fluffy somehow at the same time. Their barrel chest slopes down into a narrow waist. Their legs are long and thin, curving backwards. Their feet only have three toes, like their hands. Behind them they have a long tail that’s bushy like their hair and fur. You were speechless, you had no ideas such creatures existed. 

“If you keep your mouth open you’re going to catch flies,” his voice is like thunder thunder in the distance. It rumbles and roars but at the same time seems peaceful and quiet.

You clamp your mouth shut and reach for another beer. “Sorry.”

He chuckles. “Do you see something worth staring at? The other day, you didn’t even linger.”

You glance up at him, seeing him smirking. You feel your face burn and shake your head. “I saw something extremely strange behind a waterfall, of course I bolted.” You offer him another beer.

He takes the offering and laughs. “It was quite funny. I’ve always thought humans run like idiots when they’re afraid.”

“Oh that’s sweet,” you scoff. 

“Does flailing your arms make you run faster?” He teases.

You snort. “And what are you then? What makes you think you can make fun of humans like that?” Was it strange to be talking to someone like this? Someone like him? You’ve had conversations with strangers before but he was something else.

“I’m a troll,” he answers. “I’ve lived in these woods since before you were born and far before that I imagine.” He leans back against a tree. 

“A troll?” You tilt your head. “You mean like, the kind that lives under bridges?”

“Why the fuck would I live under a bridge?” He sneers. “We like the water, I supposed thats why humans thought we liked bridges so much.”

You sip your beer, a little in awe. His name is Maalik and he tells you how he grew up in these woods, living near the waterfall. He watched humans take over and that his clan wared with the Natives and eventually found peace. They then fought against the colonizers and it was a losing battle. 

“They thought we were Natives, I mean, we are, were,” he growls and looks away. “More Native than they were. I watched my clan die out until only a few of us are left in these woods.”

“At least you aren’t all gone,” you hand him another beer.

He grunts as he takes it. “We might as well be gone. Some of my clan live up in the forest of Hearthway, others went on further north where the woods are endless.” He then motions to you. “And what about you?”

“Uhh,” You hesitate, having been wrapped up in his story. “Me? Oh, well,” you fidget, not sure how to start. “I just needed to escape for a bit.”

He tilts his head. “From what?”

You huff. “Divorce, people, everything I guess.”

“So, you do not have a mate?” He asks.

You shake your head. “Twenty years down the drain,” you laugh. “Or so people have told me.” You glance up at him. “But no, I am...mateless, so to speak.”

“Someone as young as you?” He smirks.

“Oh no!” You shake your head and wave your hands. “I am not so young.”

“Younger than me,” he stands up, moving around the fire to sit beside you. He puts his massive arm around you and you feel dwarfed beside him. You glance up at him as your heart begins to hammer. “Young enough to still grow rosy in the cheeks.” He smells like beer, dark earth, and water. His body is warm and his arm feels nice around you. 

“I can make you forget anyone else ever touched you,” he growls into your ear.

“Holy shit,” you whisper.

He chuckles and touches your neck. His strong fingers tug down your sweater and he kisses your bare shoulder. His tusk brushes against your breasts and you feel your whole body grow warm.

“Maalik,” you murmur, pushing his tusk. “We just met.”

“And?” He growls. 

“As much as I’d like to forget my husband’s touch, I don’t think we should give in to primal urges so easily.” You give him a soft smile. “I do enjoy your company though.”

He growls, kissing your shoulder again before fixing your sweater back right. “Ok then, I enjoy a challenge.”

You smirk at him and take his hand, kissing his knuckles. “Then let the challenge begin.”

He visits you regularly, often times you go over your story with him. He lays on your bed and listens to you read off what you have. When you’re writing, he’ll do chores around the cabin, like splitting wood or cleaning out the fireplace. 

You go swimming in his pond one day, already halfway through your novel. He convinces you to strip down naked to swim. You feel self conscious, your body isn’t as plump and lithe as it used to be. You have child bearinghips, stretch marks all over your thighs and belly. You breasts aren’t as perky as they used to be, while still full they droop and slosh to the sides. Although, when you notice Maalik staring at you from the water, he sees none of this. His eyes are those of a lusty young man, hungry and dark. He wants you despite your age and flaws. You dive into the water, swimming closer to him. He pulls you into his arms. His strong hands hold you tenderly. He gropes your rear and rubs his thumb along your breast.

“Is the water cold?” He growls into your ear.

You swallow, realizing your nipples hard enough to cut glass. “A little.”

He chuckles and kisses your shoulder. He tweaks your nipples and you whimper, enjoying the sensation that travels down between your thighs. “You’re getting warm.”

“I wonder why,” you press your palms against his chest.

He kisses you and you kiss back, pressing closer to him. You rub your chest to his, wanting to feel more of his hard, warm body. He pulls you under the waterfall and onto the rocks there. You kiss and touch, sitting in his lap. You feel his fingers rub at your folds and you moan into his ear.

“How long has it been?” He growls into your ear.

You bite your lip, feeling very much like the younger, eager to please, girl you once were. You feel hot a ready, something that hasn’t seized you body in a long time. Too long. You look at him and kiss him, pressing close again.

He chuckles and slicks his finger in your wetness. “Far too long,” he growls. “Offensive.” He presses a finger at your entrance, easing inside of you.

“Oh fuck,” you moan. His finger is bigger than your husband’s dick. You glance down, seeing his finger slip inside you.

“Good cunt is hard to find,” he murmurs into your ear. “I can’t wait to worship it.”

You whimper as you feel him inside you. Sex with your husband used to be good, something fun that both of you enjoyed. Not long after your daughter was born it became a chore for both parties. Right now, as Maalik touched you and moaned in your ear, you remembered how much you used to love not just the act of sex itself, but your own body.

You squeeze around his finger and a grin spreads across his lips. “I feel that.”

You chuckled, breathless by the sensation. “Not what I used to be.”

“Bullshit,” he snarls. “I don’t know what that used to be, but to me, it’ll be heaven.” 

You whimper, kissing him hungrily. “Never stop talking.”

He chuckles, biting your shoulder. He slips his finger out and you watch as he licks it clean to taste you. “You’re ripe.”

Your cheeks are burning already. “What about you?”

He watches as you kiss down his chest and stomach. He leans back against the wall and raises his hips slightly. You kneel before him and stare at his monstrous cock as it lays against his belly. You’re speechless, dumbstruck by the size of him. 

“I see your third leg,” you smirk, “but where’s your dick?”

He laughs and strokes himself while your watch. The tip is pitch black and shiny, the shaft phases from deep gray to ashy white at the base. The underbelly is curved and bulges slightly. You inch close and lick the tip. He moves his hand away as your tongue drags down. 

He groans. “Oh fuck, I don’t deserve this.”

You look up at him, stroking him with one hand as you take his bulbous tip in your mouth. You suck on him, swirling your tongue around. He groans and whimpers, twitching and jerking with each touch. It feels good having this level of power over him. You touch yourself, aroused by his pleasured moans and grunts.

He wrenches you back, pulling you back into his lap. “You shouldn’t have to touch yourself when I’m right here.” 

You kiss him. “Then do something about it.”

He chuckles and lifts you up. He makes your wrap your legs around him. He presses your back to the cold, stone wall and he rubs his length against you. You sigh in excitement, ready to feel him inside you.

He kisses you and touches you as he starts to ease inside. You grunt, gritting your teeth as he stretches you. He plunges deep inside and you cling tight to him. He snarls, arching his back as the last inch fills you.

“Oh fuck,” you cry out.

“Fuck indeed,” he pants. He moves slow at first, watching you take him. Your cream smears along his shaft, streaking it with each thrust. He moves faster, his grunts becoming louder. You feel every delicious inch of him as he moves, each thrust making you moan and laugh pleasure.

He grunting and snarling, moving harder inside you. You’re almost certain he’s going to drive you through the mountain. You claw down his back, crying out. Each thrust brings you closer and closer to the edge. 

You feel him throbbing inside you and with one last thrust you cry out with abandon, you grit your teeth and groan as he floods you. He dribbles out along your thighs and his shaft. You both pant and wheeze, falling to the ground. His cock is still shuddering inside you, releasing wave after wave of his seed.

You kiss him, feeling perfectly sated and worshipped. Although, it isn’t long before he’s inside you again. You ride him, bouncing on his thighs as he watches you, his hands around your waist and hips. You’ve never felt this need before, or at least in a long time. He worships your alter, always tending to you.

After riding him he cleans you, licking you until you have to beg him to stop. Your thighs ache and tremble, your whole body shivering. He chuckles, laying beside you as you stare up at the waterfall. 

“I hope the wait was worth it,” he lays his hand over your belly.

“Mmh,” you moan.

He kisses your breast and neck. “Is that all you have to say to me?” He chuckles.

“Mmh,” you smirk and roll into his arms. “Thank you.”

He scoffs. “For what? I enjoyed myself too, you know.”

“I know but...I never thought I’d feel this way again. I feel soft and beautiful, it’s nice.” You kiss his cheek and notice his skin darkens.

“Well, you are those things,” he growls. “To me, you always will be”

You kiss him as you consider buying the cabin.