AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Lillielle gulped again, looking at the furious troll.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean..."
The rest of the sentence was cut off as the troll pulled out of her and picked her up and flipped her over, slamming her back down on the table face first. Lillielle yelped in pain.
"YOU DUMB!!!" the troll roared and with that, he rammed his cock up her ass.
"AAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEE!!!!!!" the elf girl shrieked as she was impaled on the thick cock. But the troll wasn't listening. Her arms were grabbed roughly by the troll in it's left hand and with it's right it began to spank her, harder than she'd ever felt. The troll fucked her harder and faster than ever, using her arms to pull into her and getting deeper with every thrust, until eventually she felt his balls slapping against her tender pussy.
"AAAIIEE!!! PLEASE!!! AARGH!!! STOP I'M-AAAGH!!! I'M SORRY!!! AAIIH!!! PLEASE!!! AAAIEE!!! STOOOP!!!"
The dwarves around her were laughing at the elf girl's shrieks as she begged for mercy, but neither she nor the troll noticed. Suddenly she felt the troll force himself deep into her and unleash his flood of seed. She cried out, her face wet with tears as the troll emptied himself into her, her abdomen once again extending with the amount of cum being forced into it.
The troll pulled out of her and grunted at her. She lay whimpering on the table, cum pumping out of her abused ass.
"I'm sorrryyy..." she whimpered. The troll pulled at her arm, flipping her over again. She looked up into it's face, sobered by the rough sodomy that she had just endured and cringed. The troll grunted again. Moving it's hand to her slit. She watched it nervously as it began to stroke her, surprising her by it's gentleness. Soon she could feel shudders of pleasure lighting up her lower abdomen, her womanly parts responding to the beast's touch. For a moment she felt disgusted with herself, then she realized. She had already degraded herself with this creature, and although stern, it seemed to care if she was enjoying herself. Turning her face to the troll again, she attempted to ignore the agony in her ass and managed a weak smile.
The troll saw her smile and grunted back, then it was between her thighs again, the head of it's cock once more to her womanhood. Lillielle bit her lip nervously and the troll thrust into her again.
Again the troll started to pound into her and Lillielle turned her head away, not willing to face the hideous creature while sober. But no matter where she looked there were jeering dwarves, staring openly at her naked form and taunting her with their crude calls and cruel laughter. Soon she ran out of places to turn to, so she looked back at the troll. The troll had increased it's tempo and her body was beginning to react to it again, pleasure shooting through her at the feel of the massive, rough cock penetrating her so deeply. A moan escaped from her lips and the troll grunted. It picked up the pace again and soon she was writhing in pleasure as he continued to build speed. Soon enough he was slamming into her roughly and the elf beauty writhed and yelped as she felt a powerful orgasm building.
The troll leaned in over her, slamming as much of his cock into her as he could and in her passion, Lillielle threw her arms around the monsters neck and put her lips against his. It didn't take long before the troll's tongue worked its way through her lips and down her throat and she sucked on it frenziedly, no longer caring what it was that she was with.
Soon she felt a now-familiar shudder going through the monsters member and the added vibrations sent her over the edge. Hugging the troll tightly, she pressed her breasts against him as she arched her back, her eyes widening and her lips opening wide.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIGH!!!!!!" she screamed as her body reacted to the intense fucking she had received. She came hard on the trolls cock, then she came again as the monster roared and came into her, giving her a direct tidal wave of cum directly into her womb. Lillielle rode the tidal wave of sensation, cumming again and again as her womb inflated, giving the illusion that she was pregnant. The last thing she saw before everything went black was the troll's warty, leering face grinning down at her.
Lirielle's head hurt. Her lower body hurt. Her throat hurt, her ass hurt and her arms hurt and... She opened her eyes for a brief moment but instantly regretted it, blinding light shooting lances of agony through her brain. She laid back and tried to remember what had happened. It felt like the world was moving.
Dimly she started to remember the previous night. Laughing, jeering dwarves, a jeering troll... Had she been raped? But then... A memory came back of her brother looking apologetic... And the troll... A frown creased Lillielle's pretty face. From the feeling, the world WAS moving. Or rather, SHE was moving. Face down. Naked on something lumbering! Slowly she opened her eyes and as she did she passed into a cool shady place. Immediately the smell caused her to gag, then whatever had been carrying her dumped her unceremoniously onto a pile of old rags. Looking up she remembered everything. For staring back at her was a troll. Lillielle stared in horror at Gro
mp, then realized he wasn't alone. Flanking on either side were two more trolls.
"Pretty elf awake now. Good elf." Gromp motioned to the other trolls. "These Gromp's brothers. They like pretty elf." With that, she noticed the way they were staring at her. And that they all had massive erections. Lillielle whimpered as they advanced on her.
Her screams could be heard for days.
The End.
Mid-life Crisis
Craig was an outstanding tennis player. When younger he had been almost, but not quite good enough to play at Wimbledon and be a pro. He had been the club champion at my club so many times he had stopped entering it to give others a chance. We had been paired together for a home counties 'junior and senior' tournament for people of our disparate ages; he just qualified being twenty, the max for the junior was twenty one, but I made it easily being in my early forties, the minimum for the seniors being thirty five. This meant travelling to away matches up to fifty miles away and spending considerable time together both practising and playing and of course in the car. Although we had known each other for a few years we got to know each other much better and I liked him even more, worryingly more. Even after a few weeks of becoming increasingly closer, I still didn't have any sexual thoughts about him, but looking back, I could see how they gradually came about.
Due to his tennis ability, he had been a 'star' from an early age. He acted like one. Not cocky or arrogant, but confident and assured. He was about six three and muscular, yet lithe, as male tennis players need to be nowadays. He was nicely tanned and had longish, dark brown hair. He was handsome and all the younger girls at the club as good as 'swooned' over him, but then so did some of the older ones. His tennis ability had had another enormous influence on his life. He had neglected his studies, but his high degree of raw intelligence was very evident to me; he had the same level of panty dropping intellect as I had seen in Kevin, my husband, many years ago.
I hadn't really known Craig well, other than seeing him at the club, nodding to him and smiling occasionally. We'd played in mixed comps at the club a couple of times and had danced once or twice at club dos, but that was it, before I was asked to partner him in this competition.
I was quite a reasonable tennis player in my teens, county standard, but hadn't played for ages when I joined the club, largely out of boredom about three years ago. I needed something to do.
That was before Kevin and I had separated for the second time. This time I had asked him to leave after catching him fucking some young floosy who worked in the company we both owned, but in which I no longer worked. In some ways I wished that I still worked there for then I would have had some control over him, but we both felt that it was better for our twelve-year-old daughter if I was home most of the time. So I had gone back to my original occupation of copywriting. It was an interest, it stimulated me and provided a few bob, not that we really needed that for the promotional company for oil and gas related companies we had built up was doing very well indeed.
It was an odd existence. Still married, but living apart from my husband in the five-bedroomed detached house in leafy Chigwell, a suburb to the east if London, I had time on my hands. The tennis and to a lesser extent the golf club helped me fill that time. Kevin didn't play tennis, but did play golf so we had made a tacit arrangement that I would only go to the golf club on ladies mornings and he wouldn't, not that he ever did, go to the tennis club. So there I was free!
But there were other issues. Kevin and I had been together for over twenty years, living together for three and married for seventeen. Mostly they had been good times and mostly our sex had been good. Alright he had 'strayed' a few times that I knew about and I had had a six month affair a few years ago, but overall we had been very active sexually. I guess we had sex three or four times a week, say three point five time a week for twenty years; that's one hundred and eighty two times a year, three thousand six hundred and forty fucks in twenty years and I was missing that. I was permanently frustrated, I masturbated every night, I needed affection, I needed a man for yes, I needed, very badly indeed, sex.
Craig and I practised a few times and I enjoyed it. We played a couple of matches, one away and one at home, we won them both. As is traditional we kissed after a match. We talked on the way back in the car. Even looking back now and trying to recall any hints, there was nothing in those early days to suggest what would happen over the next six weeks or so.
It started at an evening practise session. When we finished, he put his arm round me and pecked me on my cheek. Then as we walked off the court he kept his arm round my shoulder. That happened a couple more times as we walked off with other pairs there. It looked innocent, I think. But looking back as I do so much now, that was the start, the first incidents and I have to own up, it felt nice. But then, what forty something woman wouldn't find it nice having a twenty year old man's arm round her?
