Yeah, he's doing OK...

The Troll's cock throbbed when she noticed it, the rigid length growing huge, thick, veiny. His thumb teased her nipple until it was erect while his hand brushed her cloak away, exposing her flesh to him.

"You're uh... You're supposed to have my babies but... I'm uh... You look with child already so... I guess sill just have to see if you can... Maybe? By the Gods..."

The erect dick brushed the swell of her belly, throbbed again, harder. His other hand was reaching down, gripping the waistband of her armored pants. His fingers slipped inside, pulled while he worked with the fastens.

It did feel good... The gentle caress... Relieving the pressure of the waistband...

The troll didn't care about her actual reaction though. He just kept doing what he was doing. The hand on her tit moved and pulled the string of his loincloth, dropping it away.

"Well uh... Yes miss. Let's uh... Time to pay your tax... And make my babies..."