Sophia and the Trolls

The last story found Sophia tracking a werewolf that had been eating a shepherd's livestock. After multiple fights they ended up fucking each other all night long. Steve, the werewolf, pledged to no longer hunt local livestock as long as he was allowed to live. They also agreed to continue their sexual relationship.

A few months had passed since Sophia had come to an agreement with the werewolf Steve, in which they turned his monthly changes into a hunt of a different sort. Now they made a game of it and while it definitely helped to relieve their stress, it helped her to sharpen her hunting and trapping skills. Plus, it did wonders for her cardio.

Today though she had been hired by another village to take care of a different problem. A troll had set up shop near a bridge and was harassing travelling merchants.

The city it connected to was too far away to be bothered with the issue, and trade with this one village wasn't too important for them. But it was a major problem for the village, so they hired her.

Knowing it was a troll she came fully prepared with an assortment of weapons with fire enchantments. That was the only way to overcome their regeneration ability, without which they weren't much of a threat. Just big dumb, and territorial.

Soon enough she saw the bridge in the distance and saw her first problem. Wood. The main support columns were made of stone, but the walkway itself was made of wood. It made sense, but that meant she would have to be more careful with the tools she brought, especially the more explosive ones. Oh well.

She spent the next couple of hours scouting out the area and looking for safe areas for the troll to hide out. It appeared that he was still sleeping under the bridge and that he had a hunting trail that went to the north. All of the footprints she found appeared to be from the same troll.

This should be an easy kill, she thought as she crouched into firing position. Her crossbow stock snugly in her shoulder, she raised her sights.

It sounded like a boulder fell out of the tree above her and landed on her knocking the breath from her and sent her weapon flying. The backhand that hit her as she tried to stand sent her sprawling, confirmed it wasn't a boulder, but a second troll.

She was barely aware of the monster slinging her over his shoulder before she passed out.

She felt like she was waking up from a very erotic dream to find herself naked and tossed down stomach first on a pile of pelts. She noticed that her healing ring must have been working since the couldn't feel any wounds from the fight. Although her hips raised in the air, and one of the trolls was 1behind her. His hands on her hips, her cheeks pulled apart and his face buried in her backside.

His tongue circled around her hole, before flicking across it and burying itself in her butt. He seemed to be taking his time enjoying exploring her anus with his mouth.

Fortunately, this wasn't her first experience with someone using that hole, nor her first time satisfying the lust from a monster. She knew that she could bide her time, enjoy the experience, and then kill them when they have exhausted their lust upon her.

Although unlike her werewolf lover, there would be no opportunity to talk afterwards, and she would have to move fast if she didn't want to become a permanent resident of it's cave.

With that in mind she began to focus on her breathing, and the sensations emanating from her lower region. Every time she felt his tongue or a finger plunge into her, she breathed out, forcing herself to relax. She knew what was coming and that she needed to relax if there was any chance of her enjoying herself.

Before long she was able to establish a rhythm, and even began to push back onto his face or his hands, burying him further into her backside. She knew this would help to loosen her up and get as much lubrication as possible deep inside of her.

She let herself enjoy the experience of being dominated. Her mind drifted into a fantasy where she was with her wolf, so the experience was rough, and even a little dangerous but it was enjoyable. Plus, like the other times she would definitely have trouble walking afterwards.

She didn't have to worry about her job anymore, or the bridge. The entire outside world disappeared from her mind as she lost herself in the sensations the brute was giving her.

A wicked smile crossed the face of the troll behind her as she got more excited, her enthusiasm encouraged him to explore her back door. She had started to relax, allowing him to explore deeper within her. But now it was time to start administering the aphrodisiac to her.

He didn't care about the effect that it had on her. He just knew that it increased his pleasure and made it much easier to use this hole. Which he preferred because the other women he had taken were less willing to resist after taking this route.

She felt heat emanating through her body from the strange fluid he poured into her gaping hole. He began to push it deeper into her. She was grateful for this as it would make the experience far more enjoyable for her.

After working the fluid into her, the troll poured a generous amount on his rod and began to press himself into her.

She groaned from the pleasure from the trolls thickness pushing into her. The troll was taking her and she was powerless to stop him.

She could feel him move forward as she lay face down, prone on the animal skins with his manhood spreading her rear, working his way into her until she was filled completely.

Each of her arms were pulled straight back by him, looking back her muscular arms looked small compared to the powerful hands that gripped them. She could see the muscles in his arm flex as he used her arms like reins to pull her back against him, burying himself further inside.

They stayed like this for a while with him riding her helpless body. Her continuing to be powerless to resist the monster behind her as he plunged her depths. The constant back and forth of feeling empty and full as he plowed into her. The feeling of being dominated, mixed with the lustful musk in the air, and the aphrodisiac, finally sent her over the edge as an orgasm sent her body spasming in his grasp. She couldn't help screaming with joy.

Despite her shaking he never relented in using his rod to etch its shape into her backside, nor did her straining muscles do anything to free herself from his vice like grip. Finally she felt him swell within her before burying himself to the root within her, erupting deep within her bowels. The warmth from his cum spreading inside her caused another orgasm to seize her body and mind leaving her now exhausted body limp in his arms. Her head slumped forward, her blond hair sticking to the sweat on the front of her face.

Her attempts to catch her breath were made easier when he let go of her arms, allowing her to pull them forward. He started to pull back after unloading within her, but she noticed that he hadn't gotten any softer. This was confirmed when he started moving inside her again. The lubricant he used must have not only made it easier for him to enter her, but easier for him to remain harder, longer.

He moved to lay his large body on top of hers as he began to move inside her once again, placing his hands on both sides of her head to give him the leverage he needed to plunder her depths. "Please." She begged. "More."

She began to lose her senses as he rammed himself in and out of her, urged on by her moaning, her need seeming to match his own.

The troll buried himself within her and held himself there. She felt his weight shift until she felt his hot breath on the side of her face. Slowly he began to run his rough tongue over her neck.

While his tongue began to work on her ear, she began to grind back into him, forcing him further into her and stirring up her insides.

Taking her lead the troll pulled her up into a kneeling position while still buried deep inside her. Slowly he began to fully withdraw from her, leaving her feeling empty, and gaping in front of him.

She laid there, face buried with her nether parts exposed when she felt more of the warming liquid being poured into her filling her till it over flowed down the inside of her legs. The troll coated his manhood once more before he buried himself deep within her again.

Suddenly a large hand grabbed her head and she was jerked up by her hair. Taking up her vision was the massive, girthy cock of the second troll, the twin of the one currently plowing her ass. It was twitching with excitement and bounced off her nose.

With her upper body being suspended by the hand in her hair a second massive hand wrapped around the base of the meat in front of her. Her only thought upon seeing this in her face she wasn't sure how one of these fit in her, and that there was definitely no room inside her for this second invader.

Wanting to further disorient her, the troll in front of her used his dick like a bat to slap her face. The drool that had been collecting in her mouth suddenly flew free, and tears began to form in her eyes. The second strike focused her attention on the large cock that was assaulting her face.

The third strike disoriented her leaving her mouth gaping and drooling in front of him. He wasted no time in shoving his member into her mouth. She gagged as it pushed into her throat, and she raised her arms up in a futile effort to push against the beast in front of her.

Her efforts were ineffective and only seemed to elicit monstrous chuckles from the beasts as they began to dive into her from both ends.

While the one behind her continued to use her the one in her mouth simply buried himself deep within her until his cock was deep in her throat and her nose was buried in his bush. She struggled to breath as both of his massive hands held her in place by the back of the head.

Tears began to well up in her eyes as she got desperate and struggled for air. The troll behind her grabbed firmly around her hips burying himself fully within her, making her spasm around the cocks impaling her from both ends.

As tears began to stream down her cheeks and the strength in her limbs failed the troll in her throat pulled out, leaving her gasping for air. Her mouth was still connected to his member by ropes of saliva.

She attempted to look up at the monster in front of her but all she could focus on was the giant shaft dripping in her juices right in front of her face.

As her breathing began to calm the beast shoved himself back into her throat. This time he pistoned her throat without mercy. Tears began to stream down her face causing the paint under her eyes to run down her cheeks.

She limply hung there as both monsters plunged into her. Saliva coating the tool using her mouth, drool falling down her chin.

She hadn't been used like this before. Her first encounter with being used as a hole was when she lost the fight against her werewolf. He had poured his lust into her then and now they were pouring theirs into her. The outcome of both encounters could have been far worse.

There was no way she could go back to normal sex after these encounters. In every encounter she'd had with humans she'd been the one in power. She'd been in control. She was the one making all the decisions. Now she had no control. She had no choice and could just focus on her own pleasure and the pleasure of the monsters using her.

As long as they were in their den using her, they weren't out by the bridge attacking caravans. The travelers along the road were safe. As long as their manhood were buried within her they weren't attacking anyone else.

With that in mind she reached up and wrapped her hands around the shaft using her mouth and began to jerk him in time with his thrusts. Her other hand cupped his balls and began to gently squeeze them.

The added attention elicited a deep moan and caused the troll in her throat to increase his speed. Before long he grabbed onto her head as he buried his spasming cock deep in her throat. Jets of his seed shot deep within her, filling her mouth. He pulled free of her mouth as he came sending ropes of his seed coating her face.

They continued to use her in a variety of ways, sometimes one at a time, sometimes both at once, several times she was sandwiched between their bodies with their manhood filling her holes.

They were very liberal with the use of the aphrodisiac lubrication that kept them her just as eager for them to use her.

The third morning she was left alone by both of them after they had finally worn themselves out at the same time. They both had fallen into a deep sleep, and she wanted nothing more than to do the same.

Her body was unbelievably sore, and the sheer number of orgasms she had had over the last couple days, due to the combination of aphrodisiac and her partners stamina, left her mind slower than normal.

Fortunately her ring kept working, slowly healing her and keeping her just sharp enough.

She forced her head to turn, scanning the cave until she saw what she needed, her gear.

She told her arm to move, but it felt like it was buried in sand. She moved it anyway. Her entire body wanted to rebel against her, it wanted to sleep, but she made it crawl towards her equipment.

She had to dig through the pile of stuff until she found what she was looking for, a mini crossbow with several bolts that had been enchanted with a fire charge. These would be enough to set each troll on fire, and since they were asleep they should be easy targets.

Once she had what she needed, she rolled over and propped her back up against the wall. Each breath filled her senses with the musk of what they had been doing the last few days.

As she set the first bolt she scanned the nearest troll, her first target. She saw that he had a scar across one of his arms, which seeing that his twin didn't have in answered the question of how there were two of them when there should have been one. Apparently, someone got lucky and removed this one's arm, which lead to the other one being created.

Lucky for one person, unlucky for everyone else. This is why she had a job. Amateurs tend to make a far larger mess for someone else to clean up. She'll have to remind the people at the village to report these incidents to her rather than trying to clean them up themselves.

She aimed her first both and noticed that his member was starting to wake up. Her nether region began to yearn for this beast to fill her emptiness.

Shaking the thoughts away she fired. The bolt struck true, killing it instantly and setting it's body on fire, preventing it from regenerating. Soon, his twin joined him in death, and she fell asleep, knowing her job was done and she was safe.

When she woke up she found a nearby stream and cleaned herself off before returning to the cave to retrieve her gear, as well as a few bottles of the aphrodisiac. She'd put them to good use with her werewolf at home.

Sophia will continue her monster hunting.