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Your Behavior is Trollish {Krad_Nogard & Fate}

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darkest_fate

machina erotica
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The dim light from Hermione's wand barely illuminated the halls around her. The entire school had decided that they needed to douse all the lights, as to not excite the troll. Hermione couldn't help but think that particularly foolish, as most trolls could see well enough in the night anyway. All it did was allow the beast to move more easily. But the argument was that they didn't want to excite or irritate it any more than they needed to. in the end, Hermione simply agreed to go along with the rules.

Normally the curly-haired Gryffindor would be stalking the halls with Harry and/or Ron. But the two had been outright stupid lately. When they'd heard about this whole event, they'd immediately made snide comments about how Hermione had spent the last troll attack hiding in a bathroom waiting for them to save her. Furious, Hermione had snapped at both of them before storming off. They were sixth years, for goodness sakes! You'd think they could act like adults instead of children. It was just because Dumbledore had taken a shine to Harry. And Ron had just been... irritating lately.

Hermione muttered curses toward men in general as she swung her wand about, eying the various walls. Most everyone else had split up across the halls, and technically she wasn't supposed to be out. That sort of grated against her earlier decision to adhere to the rules set down by the elders, but, well, this was different. Now she was trying to prove that she could manage it now.

"I just have to find the troll and subdue it. shouldn't be that hard," she muttered. Shifting nervously, she tucked a loose strand of hair behind an ear and rounded another corner.
 
The troll had been lumbering through the corridors for a little while now. There wasn't anyone around and the halls of hogwarts weren't filled with anything that interesting. He wandered out of the Charms wing and on toward a scent he'd been following.

He could tell it was female, but not like his own kind. The creature stopped when he heard footsteps echoing down the hall. He peered around a corner and saw a light slowly comming toward him.
 
Hermione heard the troll before she saw him. Not hard, considering that the creatures weren't exactly known for their stealth. She readied her wand, her mind going through a list of spells that would be useful in fighting off one of the beasts. Something to befuddle it would work best, then she could try a basic floating charm on its club. If it worked on the troll before, it would work now.

But first, she should try and set a trap. Keeping absolutely silent, Hermione ducked into the side of the hall. She wiggled just past a couple of suits of armor. Her wand dimmed with a word, and she tucked it down, ready to use at a moment's notice. All she had to do was wait for the troll to come close enough to hit. The girl hadn't realized that the troll had already seen the light, and that even a dumb beast would figure that something like her would be crouching and hiding around. No, Hermione was already heady with her success, thinking about how she was going to tell all her friends the great story. Hermione Granger, defeater of trolls, finally stepping out from under Harry's shadow. Not that she'd really been there, with her grades and helping and all.

"Stupid boys," she muttered, gripping her wand tight and waiting.
 
The troll watched as the light went out, and with it's nightvision watched the little thing scurry into hiding. It took as step out and swung it's club into the wall, crushing a suit of armor and a large part of the wall. The beast roared and prepared to strike again.
 
Hermione yelped as the wall above her exploded. Knight's gear rang down around her, and she barely managed to scramble out from under the blow. Somehow, she managed to drop her wand in the ruckus. Cursing herself for not having better reflexes, Hermione dove about, rummaging through the rubble, looking for the much needed wizard's tool. The roar made her jump. Her eyes darted over to the creature, noting its posture and position. Dimly she made notes that it was, in fact, a male troll, and it certainly didn't look very friendly. Plus its club was huge, impossibly so. Such a large creature, and she'd thought she could take it on her own.

"Remember, you're a Gryffindor," she muttered. she yelped again though, diving to scramble out of the way of the troll's next attack.
 
The club smashed the rest of the armor to bits. The troll dropped the club and reached out with its big hands to grab Hermione. It fumbled once then roughly knocked her back, grabbing her by the leg and lifting her up. It held her up to its face and looked her over. It grabbed at her robes and tugged pulling them off slowly.
 
The armor certainly hadn't stood a chance against the troll's swings. Neither did Hermione, if it came down to it. She desperately needed that wand. However, while she was still looking, the troll had changed its tactic. Instead of swinging about, as Hermione had figured it would, the troll had dropped its weapon. She squeaked as the troll reached toward her. The fall hurt, making her wince. Her breath left her, and for a few seconds, she was dazed. As such, she didn't fight back as it grabbed her by the leg, lifting her up.

Hermione's eyes widened as she was brought eye to eye with the creature. It was certainly acting... strange. What time of year was it? This troll couldn't be thinking of. No, that wouldn't make sense. Hermione was much too small for it anyway. However, it was pulling at her robes, pulling them from her. The girl yelped, reaching down, trying to tug the robes back onto place. It didn't matter though, because a high school girl can hardly resist a giant troll monster. Soon she'd be stripped down to a pair of oddly feminine white panties and matching bra. Both frilled, looking quite girly for the bookworm. Hermione blushed, trying to bring her arms down to cover it, all while squirming about and trying to get out of the grip. she would have worn those on a day like today. She'd been almost tempted to tease Ron or Harry with them, but instead, the troll got an eyeful. Probably didn't even appreciate it.

"Put me down!" she yelled, moving to hit the troll with her fist.
 
The beast furrowed its brow in confusion as she hit him. It laughed and shook her about, before turning down the hall. It carried her along in her bra and panties down into the dungeons, and into one of the bathrooms. It plopped her onto the floor infront of the sinks and stood back. The creature grinned as it loosened its crude loin cloth, letting it fall to the ground. It's huge, thick member hung low, slowly streaching out as it hardened.
 
As Hermione had expected, her squirming and blows did very little to the creature. She tried to loosen up then, maybe hoping that it would grow bored and leave her. This proved not to be the case, as she found herself instead being carried through the halls. Her brow furrowed as she tried to remember where exactly the troll was taking her. To her surprise, it had chosen a bathroom.

"Deja vu," she muttered. She hit the ground, moving back to press against the sinks. There was no where to go, she had no wand, and the creature still looked quite intent on something. said something became all the more apparent as its loin cloth hit the floor, and the huge troll-member began to harden up.

"You can't be serious," she said. Her eyes were glued to the dangling bit of troll-meat. "I'm much to small for you, and I don't think even think we can reproduce."

Like the troll was going to listen to her. Hermione's best bet was to simply scrunch up, prove just how much smaller than the beast she actually was.
 
The creature grabbed her up, taking her heels and spreading her legs open. It pulled her out onto the floor as it began lifting, positioning her bent over its hand and bringing its member to her rear. It pushed a little, pressing it against her soft young folds.
 
Panic set in as Hermione was dragged along by the monstrous troll. She yelped, trying to struggle, to close her legs, to accomplish anything. All she managed was to get herself more tired, and to further solidify the troll's grasp on her.

She gasped as he bent her. This turned into a squeak of protest when she felt his member pressing along her. "You're not going to fit," she insisted again, trying to close her legs. With both the troll's hands on her, this proved impossible. All Hermione managed to do was strain against the troll, tiring herself further. She needed to stop struggling for the moment. Save her strength for the next step.

What did the trollish mating cycle do again? Hermione pulled facts from the recesses of her mind, remembering bits and pieces about times of the month and pulling along. The male troll generally lasted a while. Plus he'd have loads upon loads of semen. But all this hardly mattered: he wasn't going to fit. It just wouldn't work.
 
The troll grabbed her legs and forced them appart, holding them with his hand. He used his other to push a couple fingers at her holes, trying to stretch them out so he would fit. His big thick fingers managed to get inside her and begun moving in and out, prepareing her for his cock.

After a few moments the monster pulled his fingers out and pressed her slowly against the tip of its cock again, the head moving very slowly into her.
 
No amount of effort was going to let Hermione shove her legs together. She could only watch in horror as the beast held them parted. She bit her lip as the beast began stroking at her. One large, trollish finger prodded at her pussy, playing with it, stretching it slightly. The other had gone to her anus, the tiny rosebud strongly resisting the troll's finger. It would normally take a good deal of effort to fit something that large into her small body. But the troll happened to be nearly four times her size, if not more. The effort of a troll certainly didn't match that of a human girl. Especially a small, scholarly human witch.

"No, don't," she whimpered as she felt the head moving against her. It was moving ever so slowly, pressing against her sex. Hermione could feel the head against her lips, starting to part her. "It's not going to fit," she insisted. the girl bit her lip, trying not the cry. If only she'd agreed to help, maybe she wouldn't be in this mess.
 
Her lips gently split, allowing the big thick monster cock into her. The head made it in, followed slowly by the rest. The troll pushed steadily untill it felt her cervix, then pushed harder. It finally stopped once she was compleatley full, still half the troll's member unused.
 
Hermione could feel her sex giving way to the massive invader. The trollish cock slowly sank into her depths. The witch screamed, reaching to claw at him, to squirm, to do something. But it proved in vain. The member slowly slid into her body. It parted her tight lips, sliding in. It moved down, broadening her inner tunnel. It plowed through her hymen. It dove deeper, filling her so fully. Tears began to roll down Hermione's face as the troll's member speared her. It finally stopped, pressing hard against something deep inside. It must have been her cervix. A troll's cock pressed against her cervix. Every bit of her sex was filled with trollish cock. Somehow she'd adjusted to take that much. the girl could just see him sticking out, a good deal of his cock left out of her, unused.

"It hurts," she moaned, rolling back. No use in fighting, not any more. She was already impaled. Already being screwed by the troll. best to loosen as much as possible, ease the pain a little at best.

He was pushing against her, completely filling her. She could even see his member bulging her skin, stretching her body. The tears flowed once more.
 
The troll slammed her down hard, shoving the rest of his cock into her, filling her little womb. It started moving her up and down its cock, fucking her with its long cock. His thumb pressed against her ass, gently prodding at it, pulling it open.
 
He nearly split her as he slammed Hermione down upon his cock. Her eyes rolled back in her head. Such fullness. It felt as though he were pressing against her stomach, her womb. She'd become little more than a living condom for his member. The bouncing and movements made the girl moan, mostly in pain. A teenage girl wasn't built to handle that much cock within her. Dark spots swam before Hermione's vision. All she could feel, all she knew, was the sliding cock moving in and out of her.

Then a thumb pressed against her ass. The digit prodded at the small entrance, testing it. The hole resisted, at first, but like Hermione's sex, it soon gave way to the massive strength of the troll. The rim of it still gripped his digit as it entered. The troll's thumb was, in fact, nearly as big as most teenage boy's members, mostly likely. It only served to prove to Hermione that she could take yet more inside her.

"No, no more," she breathed. Her hands fell to her side, her eyes beginning to roll upwards. So much. so very much.
 
The troll started slamming her down faster, moving her body up and down its length. The thumb slid up into her ass, going in all the way. He used the new grip to slide her up and down, driving his thumb deeply each time.
 
Completely taken. Treated as little more than a giant fuck-doll for a troll. Hermione Granger felt her mind begin to slip. The darkness swam over her, starting to take away her conscious thought. There was a giant cock sliding in and out of her body. No, she slid up and down its shaft, her tight folds spreading to take in his massive girth. Each time it felt as though he were pressing directly into her womb, mashing her insides into one another.

All while a thumb probed inside her anal cavity. The digit pressed deep within the girl, drawing her body even tighter around the member. She moaned, her eyes rolling back. It was just too much for someone who'd been a virgin only a few minutes ago. Hermione couldn't take it. She simply couldn't. Blackness began to wash over her, and she began to slowly pass out.
 
The troll slowed its thrusts to a stop, then slowly slid her off, and onto the floor, her rear still up in the air. It move over her, grabbing her body again as it parted her ass, begining to press its cock against her second virgin hole.
 
When the troll pulled out, it left a gasping, shuddering Hermione. Her consciousness swam back to her, along with a feeling of emptiness. He was gone from inside her, without having actually came. Relief flooded through the girl: at least she wouldn't have to worry about dealing with a womb full of troll cum. however, that relief turned to terror as she felt the hardness push against her smaller hole. The girl mewled as the cock entered her body. Her eyes squeezed shut, and her inner tunnels tried to expel the invader, convulsing around it. In the end, as usual, he slid inside her, and all Hermione could do was shut her eyes and pray it would be over soon.
 
The troll finally stopped, the majority of its length burried deep in the young girl's ass. It started moving again, pumping its thick cock in and out of her clenching hole. It pounded away at her for a while, throughly fucking her silly. Its member shuddered and there was a sound like streaching leather as the troll's balls tightened sending a torrent of cum into her ass.
 
It felt as though Hermione had to go to the restroom. So stuffed, so filled with troll cock was Hermione that it actually hurt. She could feel her body trying to adjust, molding itself to the invader around her. Still she found herself fighting off tears, wanting nothing more than for this whole experience to end. Fortunately, it appeared that Hermione would get her wish soon enough.

Cum shot into the girl's bowels, filling them. Jets of it fired into her, and she almost felt as though the force of it would shoot her off the troll. Instead, it fired deep within her, filling her body. She could feel the load streaming up into her body, the cock blocking it from exiting. Slowly it filled her, moving up to start at her stomach. So much of it ejected from the troll that the girl's small stomach began to bulge. She moaned, tossing her head, trying to work off the member and let the seed spill out her twitching hole.
 
The troll left two final globs inside her then pulled out, drpping the thick fluid over her body. And without so much as a snort, it turned and lumbered to the sinks for a drink. It fumbled around for a minuet before it finally got the water running. It stooped to cup the water, gulping big handfulls ot it down.
 
It took all Hermione had to stay conscious, awake and aware throughout the end experience. She could feel the troll's seed running down her body, especially leaking from her abused anal cavity. It splattered onto the floor, forming a pool that she effectively knelt in. each time she shifted, more of it ran down, and she stepped in more of the liquid. It made her recoil, half in disgust. Worse, the smell of it, so foul. But perhaps worst of all, was that the scent almost had an appeal to it.

She watched the troll move to take a drink, not moving herself. At least it wasn't doing anything to hurt her or lording it. Where had its club gone though? Should she try to make a break for it? Or would that just irritate the troll? Groaning, Hermione tried to shift, to at least move to a sitting position, her legs sprawled out before her.
 
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