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Your Behavior is Trollish {Krad_Nogard & Fate}

The troll wiped it's mouth and turned around to look at her. It stood up and walked back over to her, looking down with a grin on its face. It grabbed her again, lifting her up and tossing her small body over his shoulder. It gathered its club and 'pants' and walked out of the bathroom. It left the castle carrying her down to the forrest.

It stopped after a while, deep in the forest. They were in a small clearing, a bit of fog still rolling over the ground. It propped its club against a tree and set Hermione down.
 
The witch was far too tired and sore to bother more than a meager protest. She did yelp, she did fight and struggle some against the troll's grip. But mostly she simply let herself be carried. They would miss her soon enough, and she could always figure out some means of escape eventually. He couldn't do this constantly, at least, Hermione hoped so.

soon they were out into the cool air of the outdoors, and Hermione nearly shivered. Being nearly naked and covered in wet sexual juices meant that Hermione felt the coldness of the air. She put it out of mind though, instead watching and memorizing the route they'd come through. Well, less memorizing and more remembering it as best she could. Finally though, the troll set her down in the clearing, and she looked up at it, wondering what it had in mind.

How often could they mate again?
 
The troll dropped its loincloth again, exposing its rising member. It reached down and grabbed her head, holding it still. Its cock was hard in no time, the tip pressing agaisnt her lips, trying to get her to open up.
 
The loincloth dropped, and again Hermione's eyes went to the impressive member. It looked as large, imposing, and sexual as ever. She could smell it too, the heady aroma of arousal mixing with the general stink of the troll. the odor had a slight twinge to it, something almost sweet. Hermione almost winced as she realized that she was smelling herself, still clinging to the troll. At least it didn't smell like feces.

The tip pressed against Hermione's lips, which initially resisted the prodding member. It still appeared huge, more so than ever as close as it was. The throbbing head was nearly as wide as Hermione's mouth would be when fully opened. And the smell only grew stronger as it grew closer. But Hermione realized that if the troll wanted, he could simply break her teeth, shatter her mouth, and force himself down her throat. so she reluctantly spread her lips, struggling to get the head of the member inside her small mouth. Her teeth dragged along the rough skin of the cock, feeling the texture of his skin. Just tasting it, the sour, salty taste, nearly made Hermione gag, but she fought against it, trying to move her head and end this quickly.
 
He let her suck on the top for a few moments before pushing slowly into her. It held her head still, making sure she didn't pull away. Its length slid over her tounge, quickly filling her mouth, and continued starting its way down her throat.
 
Hermione felt the troll touch her head, and knew what was coming. He was going to try and get his entire cock down her throat. Panic welled within her. She tried to scream, shout, tear herself off the member. Something like that could seriously injure her! Yet the troll merely grabbed onto her, and started sliding down her throat.

Immediately, Hermione gagged. The rough, vile texture of the troll's member proved wholly unappetizing. Worse, she could feel it rubbing against the side of her mouth. It pushed over her tongue, the wet muscle rasping over the thick shaft. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, it shoved into the girl's throat. She could feel it bulging, altering her skin. Immediately she gagged, flailing slightly. Tears welled up. Yet still her throat took the abuse, adjusting, producing massive amounts of saliva to allow easier access for the massive thing.
 
The troll had to straighten the girls body out to get the entire thing in her. The member kept going till finally no more would fit. The beast started moving, pumping the thick rod in and out of her throat. It fucked her throat slowly, thoroughly enjoying Hermione's body, untill finally cumming, spewing more cum into her mouth.
 
Shifting, Hermione again tried to adjust herself for ease of the troll. He wound up moving her body, shifting it so that she was in a straight line. Her mouth became a sheath for his cock. The huge member slid in and out of her, slowly cramming down her throat. The girl gagged at several points, until finally her throat simply accepted him. The gagging noises then turned into moans. This had to end, sooner or later.

And it did. The cum spewed out, first shooting deep into Hermione's stomach. As the troll moved, his cum sprayed throughout Hermione. It filled her mouth, the vile taste nearly making her retch. Then it fully left her, spraying her face and hair with the semen. When it at last finished, it left an exhausted, cum-covered girl. Hermione lay there, her throat hurting, sucking in great gasps of desperately wanted air.
 
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