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So apparently there was an entire society living beneath the solid pavement, asphalt, and humans’ feet. This society was made up of trolls, gnomes, and a whole slew of other creatures that you had no idea about just yet.
You had been declared something known as the Trollhunter - an important figure amongst the trolls. The Trollhunter was someone who protected good trolls and humans alike from the bad trolls, known as Gumm-Gumms.
However, having a human Trollhunter wasn’t something that most of the trolls were keen on. When your mentor - Blinkous Galadrigal, known as Blinky - explained the situation to a particularly angry troll, you momentarily feared that this other troll would kill you on the spot. It spoke with a man’s voice, was a good deal taller than you, had spikes protruding from his back, and had truly magnificent horns on the top of his head. His body was a certain hue of teal, and he had a piercing in his triangular nose.
He snorted in your direction before turning his attention to Blinky who stood steadfast.
“This is our new Trollhunter? Bushigal! I’m the rightful heir!”
“With the proper training, Draal, she—“
The troll - named Draal, apparently - rolled his eyes and poked a short, wide finger into your chest. You took a step back, swallowing hard.
He was right. Whatever ‘bushigal’ meant, she was not meant to be the Trollhunter. There had to be some kind of mistake!
“Please, Blinky, he’s right,” you said, looking to your mentor.
“On the contrary. The amulet called to you. This is your destiny. Don’t mind him, come, your training awaits you.”
Blinky calmly walked towards the tunnel leading to the Hero’s Forge. You had trained here a few times already, but the grandiosity of the place never ceased to amaze you.
However, as you walked, you had the uncanny feeling of being watched; the small hairs on the back of your neck and on your arms stood on end. Your neck prickled. But as you looked over your shoulder, you couldn’t see anyone.
It was just Blinky and you.
“He won’t let it go, will he?” you asked quietly and donned your armour while Blinky started the machine.
“Doubtfully,” he answered in a serious, matter-of-factly way.
You had only trained for a few minutes before the gate to the arena opened. Already breathing hard from the exertion of fighting while wearing the armour, you looked to the entrance - and your heart dropped.
Draal waltzed in like he owned the place. Wearing a smug grin on his face and a kilt around his waist, he walked up to Blinky and you.
“Draal, you’re interfering in important Trollhunter business,” Blinky said firmly while you swallowed hard. Why had Draal followed you?
“That’s precisely why I’m here, Blinky,” Draal replied and sounded way too smug. “I thought I might offer my assistance to the Trollhunter, as a sparring partner.”
“Sp-sparring partner?” you whispered shakily, looking to Blinky.
“That’s preposterous, Draal, she’s still in her early training. She does not yet have the skills to hope to match your… vigorous fighting style.”
Draal laughed boisterously.
“Are you admitting that your little fleshbag protégé isn’t a good enough Trollhunter?”
“Hey! I’m trying my best here,” you exclaimed, puffing out your chest.
Draal snorted and glanced at you. There was contempt and disdain in his eyes, like you were nothing more than a worm, and certainly not worthy of him.
Then why was he so hellbent on training you? Something wasn’t adding up.
Blinky was uncomfortably silent.
He could not be considering this.
“Blinky,” you practically pleaded, bringing urgency into your voice, and glanced at Draal who crossed his arms over his broad chest. “You can’t seriously be considering this!”
Blinky looked immensely torn, tapping his many fingers together.
“Well, you could do with some more rigorous and practical training,” he said, but made sure to avoid your gaze.
Your blood froze, and you were pretty sure you exhaled sharply.
“Then it’s settled,” Draal grinned.
“But, remember, Draal, this is not a fight to the death!” Blinky said firmly, lifting a finger to point at Draal, “it is merely a supplement to the Trollhunter’s training.”
Draal simply kept grinning. It was getting ominous.
Blinky then turned to you, grabbing your shoulders gently.
“Remember the three rules?”
You nodded and could practically feel how pale you were.
“You’re afraid, and that will be your strength. Let his arrogance lead him astray, and you’ll emerge victorious. Good luck.”
“You can’t just leave!” you hissed quietly as Blinky turned on his heel, but that was exactly what he did. He left the arena, leaving just you and Draal.
You looked at him, swallowing heavily.
Draal scoffed and walked closer, circling you. You produced your sword and held it firmly in two hands, pointing it at him. There was still some meters between the two of you.
“Relax. Didn’t you hear your mentor? I’m not here to kill you,” he drawled, before he, without warning, curled into a ball of spikes and fury and rolled towards you at high speed.
You yelped and threw yourself to the side, but in his ball-form, Draal was highly agile, and steered towards you, grazing you as he whizzed by. Even through the metal of your armour, you could feel the power of his spikes.
Well, this sucked.
“And even if it was a fight to the death,” he roared, his voice echoing in the massive hall, “do you think you’d be able to stop me?”
He began downright chasing you like that, rolling after you and making sure you didn’t have a moment to recover before he lunged for you.
Panting hard and with your limbs trembling from exertion, you tried to dodge, but this time, he had caught up to you.
“I’ve trained my entire life for the right to the amulet! I’m a fighter! And what are you? A puny, worthless fleshbag!”
Ramming into you, he pressed you against the wall. He was grinning widely, triumphantly.
“I don’t even have to kill you,” he continued, “I can just wait for Bular to finish the job. Shouldn’t take more than a week.”
“You’re a real motivational speaker, you know that?” you groaned and tried to free yourself from his grasp, but to no avail. He was strong, so much stronger than you, and his grip on your stomach was tight as he pushed you against the wall.
“I never asked for this, Draal! I didn’t ask to be a Trollhunter! I haven’t had a moment’s training, how do you expect me to take your father’s place?”
He snarled and looked like someone about to commit murder - before he let you fall to the ground. Crumbled into a heap, you groaned loudly before forcing yourself back on your feet, brandishing your sword at him.
“Ready for some more?” he taunted.
You gritted your teeth and swung the sword at him. He easily blocked, then swiped out at you. You had listened to Blinky, though, and had foreseen this attack, so you managed to avoid it, which seemed to piss him off. He roared, with spittle dying everywhere, and swiped at you again, but this time, he also lunged for you.
Try as you might, you couldn’t dodge a double-attack, and it ended up with you on your back on the floor. You fought to get up, panting and wincing, but Draal was faster, stomping a foot on your stomach.
You inhaled sharply before a groan escaped you.
Then you noticed something even more horrible; your armour was fading.
“Already?” Draal laughed and cocked an eyebrow, not even breaking a sweat.
The amulet blinked faintly, and within a couple of seconds, the armour had completely disappeared.
“I should have known. Pathetic.”
He ground his foot against your stomach.
“Look, Draal,” you hissed with a shaky voice, clawing at his ankle, “I don’t want this! Get it through your thick skull!”
“Thank you for the compliment,” he snorted.
You were immensely frustrated with the whole situation. Yet, there was something… different happening inside you. Alongside the frustration that scorched her cheeks was a sick, sticky heat between her legs. There was something incredibly arousing about being on the receiving end of his pummelling and of his mockery.
“Look,” you said, much softer and weaker. You had all but given up fighting, and looked up at him, but on the way, your gaze wandered and settled under his kilt. You saw the outline of his cock, bobbing slightly, and blushed hard.
“Are you done mocking me?” you then snarled, trying to bring defiance into your eyes as you looked up at him again.
He scoffed, cocking an eyebrow again. He had seen. He had seen your gaze wander.
“Maybe I am. Maybe I’m not. What does it mean to you?”
Panic settled in your stomach and made it hard to breathe.
“What’s the matter, Trollhunter? Don’t tell me you’re thinking what I think you’re thinking,” he drawled, grinding his foot against your stomach again.
“Shut up,” you scowled, once more trying to get free. It was, of course, futile.
Heat pooled in your lower stomach, where Draal had his foot. Fighting not to look under his kilt again, you were taken aback by the fact that he wasn’t moving. He wasn’t getting out of the way. He didn’t look embarrassed or violated. He simply grinned. He had to know you had seen his cock.
What was he planning?
“Well, what’s it going to be? Are you going to kill me or not?” you growled, trying to sound defiant and provocative. You had your doubts as to how well you succeeded.
Looking up at him, a flash of arousal surged through you; he looked pensive.
“Draal…?”
He held your gaze a little longer, almost as if he wanted you to break under the heaviness and tension. Then he snorted mockingly.
“Maybe you are of more use alive. For now.”
He leaned down and grabbed you by the throat while stepping off your stomach, so he could push you against the wall, dangling hopelessly. You winced. He had changed. Gone was the fierceness of the fighter, replaced by carnal interest.
He grabbed you between the legs, making you shudder. You were already shamefully wet.
“Draal,” you gasped, clawing at his wrists. It only resulted in you getting more exhausted.
“Is that your plan? Seducing Bular to death?” he laughed, squeezing your throat tighter. “I think you could use another kind of training.”
“I don’t want to seduce him,” you choked out between sharp, short breaths. The very idea of seducing Bular was repulsive, but replace Bular with Draal, and the thought was a lot more enticing.
On the verge of passing out, your vision started to blacken around the edges, and you had trouble keeping your eyes open. Breathing was near impossible.
“Draal, please, I can’t breathe!” you gasped.
“Can’t breathe? Alright,” he grinned and let go.
For the second time, you fell to the floor in a heap. You coughed and sputtered, stroking your throat gently.
“Then we’ll get to the first step of your training; mastering your breathing.”
With those words, he undid his kilt, and let his cock bob freely in front of you. Your eyes widened. Your palms got clammy. He was big, just like the rest of him, and the tip of his cock was pierced. It glistened sharply in the bright light of the Hero’s Forge.
You swallowed hard, unaware that you were already drooling slightly.
“Well? What are you waiting for?” he taunted.
There was no way that monstrosity of a cock would fit inside you, no matter which hole was used. Unfortunately, though, that thought alone made a shudder go through you, and you couldn’t hold back a whimper.
“Draal, please,” you whispered roughly and backed into the wall, looking at him almost frightened. You were blushing hard, however, and somewhere in the back of your mind, you remembered Blinky telling you how refined a troll’s sense of smell was. Meaning that Draal could no doubt smell your arousal, and the way your wetness stuck to your panties.
It made you close your legs as you lied there, on the ground, and Draal laughed loudly.
“You think that’s going to stop me?” he drawled, tilting his head a bit.
Your heart beat so hard and fast it nearly made you queasy.
Apparently growing tired of the wasted time, he closed the distance between the two of you, crowding you against the wall where he grabbed the back of your head. His hands were so big, and it made a delirious whimper go past your lips.
“Consider it part of your training.” He smiled triumphantly.
“Draal, I—“
He used your attempt at negotiating to push into your mouth.
At first, there was vehement disgust in your mind. This only lasted a fraction of a second, though, and dissipated when he shoved himself further inside with a deep, pleased groan.
He tasted… good. His scent wasn’t bad, either.
You closed your eyes a sliver as he invaded your senses in every possible way, a weak moan surrounding his cock.
Draal set a rough pace, as if he wanted to punish you, each thrust followed by your pathetic moans and grunts. The only thing you could really do was hold on to his hips as he fucked your mouth.
Strangely enough, the harder he thrust, the deeper into your mouth he got, the wetter you steadily became. It was embarrassing, and it was ungodly hot.
Then he started inching closer to the back of your throat, his piercing bumping against the wet flesh. Your gag reflex had always been… insistent, and now was no exception. It protested greatly when Draal’s pierced cock pushed against the back of your throat, making you gag and your stomach jump.
“Choking, already?” He clicked his tongue at you, making shame burn across your face. “I know you can do better than that. Come on, show me you can do better, Trollhunter.”
Him using your title made your whole body shudder and tingle.
Tears rose up into your eyes as he continued his merciless onslaught of your throat. He didn’t give you a moment’s rest. You moaned and choked around his cock, relishing the cool metal of his piercing against your heated flesh.
Your legs trembled, and your head spun from the excitement and sensory inputs.
Only when he grunted and relented his pace slightly did you manage to take back a semblance of control. You hollowed out your cheeks, bobbing your head to meet his thrusts.
This seemed to be a game-changer; he growled loudly, leaning his head back. His fingers dug into your hair, scraping over your scalp, and his thrusts became slower but deeper. Each thrust now had his cock lodged deep in your throat, the hard metal piercing scratching wonderfully against the back of your oesophagus.
You couldn’t make a proper sound; you could only produce vague, weak shadows of whimpers and moans.
“By Deya's grace,” he grunted, looking down at you.
You probably looked like a mess. Good thing you didn’t wear makeup, or it would no doubt have been smeared all over your face, with the tears running down your face and whatnot.
“You feel good, Trollhuntere,” he continued, and your body spasmed at the praise. “Surprisingly good. Who would’ve known that a fleshbag mouth could do something so good?”
Once more, his relentless thrusts made it hard for you to breathe, and you pushed weakly against his hips, but he didn’t listen. Instead, he groaned and moaned, widening his stance slightly to slam deeper into your mouth.
“Close,” he grunted deeply, the universal word for someone about to unravel. You whined pathetically when he pulled back before ramming down into your throat once more. Your throat seemed to constrict and spasm around him, as if wanting to massage his cock, and that seemed to push him over the edge.
With a final, guttural growl, he bent in over you and thrust so deep and rough that you feared his piercing would tear up your flesh. Then his cum coated your throat, running down into your stomach, and you saw stars behind your closed eyes.
“Trollhunter,” he grunted, his hips stuttering and grinding against your face as he emptied himself down your throat and stomach, pulling your head closer so that your nose brushed against his stone skin.
Draal remained there for so long, his cock lodged in your throat, that your vision started withering again. He only pulled back when you banged your fist against his thigh. The metal of his piercing scraped against the back of your throat as he pulled out.
You sagged back against the wall behind you, coughing loudly. You felt like you were a mess.
Aside from breathing hard and fast, Draal looked completely unfazed. His cock glistened from your saliva, still bobbing and still hard.
He snorted, and from the way he looked at you, you shuddered. There was a burning heat in his eyes.
“Get on your back, Trollhunter,” he growled, and when you didn’t immediately move, he nudged you with his foot. You shuddered, looking up at him with wide eyes. Your heart was stuck in your throat, making it hard to breathe.
“Draal,” you whispered, your voice rough and grating from the harsh treatment.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered.
You obeyed, but only slowly spread your legs. Dissatisfied with this, Draal grabbed your legs and parted them rather forcefully.
“How can you… go again already?” you asked, a delirious giggle colouring your voice.
He snorted, a crooked grin on his face.
“Troll anatomy.”
Grabbing your legs and pulling you towards him, Draal groaned. His gaze rested heavily on your naked cunt; wet and ready for what you knew was about to happen.
“Are you going to do anything? Or have my fleshbag cunt captivated you?” you giggled.
“Shut up,” he mumbled and took his cock in his hand, letting it press against your folds. The metal of his piercing bumped against your clit, making you shudder and moan loudly.
“Fuck,” you gasped.
“Lay still,” he grunted when you began squirming, the pleasure building in your stomach and making your cunt even wetter.
You forced yourself to relax, but couldn’t stop moaning when he teased your clit with his piercing.
“Draal, that feels so good,” you whined, breathing hard.
“Does it now, Trollhunter?” he teased, slowly sliding the tip of his cock lower against your entrance, and plunged inside with a deep, heartfelt groan.
“Fuck!” you cried out through gritted teeth.
The size and girth of him stretched you. Not so much at first, but the deeper inside you he pushed, the more the stretch burned. It ached and it stung, but it felt… it somehow felt so good. His piercing scraped against your inner walls so perfectly, making you writhe in pleasure. It got to a point where it was almost too much, and you began shaking.
“It’s okay, Trollhunter,” he grunted, pinning you down with his hands on your hips, in the process helping you relax. “I got you.”
You nodded weakly, before pressing your head back against the ground when he bottomed out within you with a loud, guttural growl. Your hands flew up to his horns, grabbing them tightly.
“Draal, oh fuck,” you whimpered, automatically clenching down around him and craning your neck, exposing your throat. He moaned deeply, grinding against your cunt.
“I got you,” he grunted again and wrapped an arm around your waist to pull you close against him. Nuzzling your face against his chest, you moaned against his warm stone skin as he began thrusting.
His cock seemed to split you in half, drilling into you and forcing you to open for him. It made heat slither through your veins, and each thrust pulled the air from your lungs, leaving you gasping and moaning.
“Fuck,” he groaned, and hearing him curse was almost enough to pull you undone. What did end up making you unravel, however, was the way his harsh stone skin rubbed against your clit, combined with him cursing again.
A few thrusts later, and he ground against you while snarling out a breathless, “Fuck!” , and you were gone.
White-hot ecstasy flushed through your veins, making you gasp and whine loudly, as if you had been burnt, while your cunt began spasming and pulsating rhythmically around Draal. He groaned loudly, grinding and rutting against you.
“What are you doing?” he gasped, unable to stop thrusting into you. Now, he resumed his savage pace, your pussy still clenching and relaxing in the aftermath of your orgasm, and feeling him slam inside you without a care nearly made you come again.
“S-Sorry,” you laughed breathlessly, finally sagging against the ground when the intensity of the orgasm gradually dissipated. Draal didn’t slow down for even a fraction of a second, and it was clear that he was close.
“No. Don’t apologise. Do it again.”
“I can’t... not on command,” you pointed out with an almost crazy giggle in your voice.
“Tell me what to do,” he said, his voice deliciously airy and needy and tight. “I want that reaction again.”
You shuddered, a wanton moan escaping you. Fuck. When had you last been with someone so hellbent on wringing another climax out of you? You knew it was most likely just so he could feel your cunt convulse around him, thus bringing him to his climax, but your horny brain couldn’t care less. It meant another orgasm for you, which you were never against.
So, of course, you indulged him.
Taking one of his massive hands, you guided it to your lower body, where the two of you were connected. He slowed down enough that he could note what you said. It left you feeling… oddly dissatisfied.
“Touch me here,” you whispered, demonstrating the exact place you needed stimulated. He looked with great intensity. He was starting to breathe hard and heavily.
When he touched you like you had showed him, your fingers dug into his wrist, and a gasp escaped you.
“Yes, like that,” you whimpered.
“Good,” he growled, and began thrusting again, as ruthless and savage as before, while also stroking your clit. It wasn’t as hard as you preferred, but it felt amazing. Your breath came out as sharp, short puffs of air, every now and then accompanied by a shrill whine or another wanton moan.
“Fuck, Draal, that feels good,” you whispered, encouraging him to continue.
“Harder?” he asked breathlessly.
“Harder,” you nodded, only then realising you didn’t know if he was talking about his thrusts or his fingers. Either way, he fucked you harder while also applying more pressure to his fingers.
You cried out in pleasure, arching your back slightly and grabbing his horns again. They were excellent to hold on to, you found, and pulling on them got a wonderful groan out of him.
“I’m— I’m close,” he grunted, out of breath, and leaned his forehead against your naked chest. His thrusts became shallow, erratic, and it was obvious that he need so little to actually come.
“Come for me,” you moaned shamelessly, not caring in the slightest how filthy it was. “Come in me, Draal, fill me up.”
He snorted, and the next thrust was so deep and hard that you momentarily wondered if his piercing touched your cervix. Then he shuddered, and stiffened, and began grinding against you while his hands grabbed your hips, ensuring you couldn’t get away.
Not that you wanted to get away, of course. On the contrary; you were rolling your hips desperately, chasing your own high, and when he coated your insides with his hot, sticky cum, you caught it.
You came with a shrill, loud whine and with his name on your lips.
“That’s it,” he grunted when your cunt spasmed around him again, “that’s what I want.”
“Draal,” you whimpered, grabbing his horns tighter until you feared they might break off. It was a ridiculous fear, of course. The orgasm crashed over you so hard you couldn’t stop trembling, not even after Draal had emptied himself in your cunt, not even after your pussy had long since stopped pulsating.
When he pulled out, you whined pathetically and let go of his horns. Your arms fell to the ground with a heavy thud, and you moaned shakily.
“Holy fuck,” you whispered, then laughed breathlessly.
Draal, who was breathing heavily, straightened and gingerly picked you up in his strong arms. Immediately, you nuzzled into his broad chest, curling up against him.
“Where will you take me?”
“That’s a great question, Trollhunter. I have no idea. You’re naked. I’m naked. We have to get dressed.”
“I don’t wanna,” you mumbled, relishing the soft chuckle that rattled in his chest.
“Then how about we stay here for a while? Just the two of us.”
You hummed in acknowledgment.
That sounded good.