Ranak watched, eyes riveted on this human maiden who was slowly and deliciously baring herself for his avaricious gaze.  He just laid back, let her remove her clothes, admired her nakedness.  She would make an ideal breeder, the troll thought, probably able to bear at least six or seven younglings.  If the strain of such constant copulation and chilbearing didn't take its toll on her.  But that was now her lot in life.<br/><br/>The troll's hardness pointed straight up, big and green and thick.  "Yes," Ranak said.  "You are just the sort of...female...I like.  Soft, with nice full breasts to suckle my offspring."  Yes, she would bear his offspring, and he would thoroughly enjoy seeding her.  Again and again.  "Now the time has come for you to know me fully."