As she began to moan, the troll climaxed again.  So much pleasure for him, using her.  He was pretty sure she would conceive his child tonight.  He would still go after her again...and again.  But now he was hungry.  Wives did have uses other than sex...at least for a moment or so.  He pulled out.  Cum dribbled onto her thighs from his dripping member.  He laid down in the bed next to her, his green cock still fairly hard, rubbing against her thigh.  "I am hungry," he said.  "In the alcove behind the crates is a roast chicken.  Bring it to me, along with mead."