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Lae’zel crouched next to the small stream, splashing some of its crystalline water across her face. “G’lyck,” she said, expressing her annoyance and fatigue in the harsh tongue of the Gith.
It had been a little less than a day since the Nautiloid had crashed on the banks of the Chionthar. She knew very little about this strange world she’d landed upon - this “Fay-run” - and already, she despised the place.
The people were weak, the weather was unpleasant, and everything seemingly wanted her dead.
These three things, individually, she might not have had any problems dealing with. Together, however, they made for a most frustrating cocktail, especially given her current predicament.
She stared down at herself, groaning in annoyance.
When she’d been aboard the Illithid vessel, one of the hated aberrations had seen fit to implant her with one of its tadpoles, the thing slithering into her eye to burrow into her brain.
She’d expected to die, as did all humanoids implanted with the parasites.
Ceremorphosis did not take longer than a few hours, typically. And yet, half a day later, there she stood. Alive, drawing breath, and decidedly not a squid-faced ghaik. Breathing, however, was a far more difficult endeavor considering the rapid changes she’d apparently endured. Whether by the tadpole, or by some other magic, she could hardly tell.
Never had it been taught to her during training that a tadpole could have such effects on her.
Huffing, she tried to loosen the straps of her armour. Chestpiece and greaves alike had grown far, far tighter than they had any right to be, and unless her armour was shrinking, then it was she who was growing. Given the emergency of her situation, she could hardly pause for verification. Time was of the essence.
“Agh…tsk’va,” growled Lae’zel in frustration, swatting away a branch. Should she grow any more, fighting would prove even more difficult. Even navigating these treacherous woods was becoming a greater burden to her as she readjusted to the new proportions of her form. Where at times she might have been able to slip between certain obstacles unobstructed, she now found herself catching on branches and stones.
It felt as if every part of her armour now cut into her expanded flesh. Hopefully, returning to her people at the crèche might allow her to find a solution to her predicament, provided she didn’t turn into a mind flayer before then.
Pushing through the undergrowth, Lae’zel surveyed her surroundings. The green-yellow of her skin offered her some measure of camouflage, even if the sunlight tended to reflect off the ornate metal plates of her armour more than she would have liked.
She’d decided against following the roads after she’d stumbled upon a hand coming out of a portal asking for help - a trap, most likely - and, further away, the scene of a battle where lay the corpses of dozens of humans and hyena-faced humanoids.
No, staying a safe distance away from the roads was her safest bet.
Others might have accused her of cowardice, but others were not in her position, having barely survived the crash of a nautiloid with a tadpole in their skull and odd magic making their breasts and buttocks grow to absurd proportions.
With her thoughts drawn to her own changing dimensions, she found herself acutely aware of the way her breasts now bounced with each footfall, contained by armour that had never been made to contain anything close to what she now possessed.
At long last, the trees began to thin, and she heard the steady rush of a river ahead.
From her shaded hiding place, she could see a sunlit pile bridge, about fifty paces downstream. A simple wooden thing, to be sure, almost crude in its design, but it would allow her to cross.
She had learned some time ago that the people and monsters of this world tended to use bridges for ambushes, since magic was rarer a commodity than amongst her people. Crossing a river was a trivial matter for those who had access to portals, teleportation and draconic mounts. Of those, however, she currently had none, and the weight of her armour made swimming across the river a problem.
Risking the bridge was her only choice.
She waited there for a few more moments, straining to hear the sounds of any other living thing over the rush of water.
Nothing.
Rapidly, she advanced towards the bridge, keeping her hand over her shoulder on the pommel of her longsword, ready to draw it at a moment’s notice. The wood of the bridge creaked ominously under her foot, and she hissed with apprehension. Her fingers gripped the crude wooden handrail of the bridge, now nearing its halfway point.
Almost there now, just -
She gasped as a large green form burst out of the woods on the other side of the bridge, green skin covered in slime and warts. Nearly twice as tall as Lae’zel, its long, lanky arms reached down past its knees, ending in long, deadly-looking claws. While she’d initially thought there were two creatures emerging from between the trees, there was in fact just one, though it sported two heads.
Lae’zel drew her blade, cursing under her breath. She’d seen trolls before, and knew of the danger they posed, not only due to their immense strength, but due to their capacity for regeneration. One troll was a deadly threat, but three of them could likely lay waste to a dozen veteran fighters if they had no way of halting the trolls’ regeneration.
“Eh, what we got ‘ere?” came a voice from behind her.
She spun to see two more of the brutes, only a smidge shorter than the first, yet undeniably massive. The one on the right had on him metal plates protecting his forearms and shins, but no weapon, while the one on the left held in his hand a signpost upon which a large stone had been tied to create a makeshift mace.
“Thinkin’ ‘bout crossin’ our bridge without givin’ Fuggum proper payment, aye?” the armoured one said, the one next to him nodding excitedly in response and grunting his approval.
Lae’zel narrowed her eyes, holding her blade firm in their direction. “I have no gold with which to pay you, but perhaps you would accept my steel instead,” she growled.
The two-headed troll, the one she’d spotted first, and largest of the three, chuckled. “Oh, frog-lady is feisty,” its left head said. “We like ‘em feisty. Meat tastes better,” the right one completed.
“Mmh, no,” the one with the signpost-mace finally said, his small, yellow eyes looking Lae’zel up and down hungrily, lingering on the parts of her where her newly-grown flesh overflowed. “This one won’t be for eatin’. Be a waste to bash one like ‘er’s head in.”
As he spoke, Lae’zel shifted her position nervously. Involuntarily, her gaze dropped to their loincloths, and her heart dropped, for between their legs, and with clear outlines, swung cocks that might have rivaled actual clubs in size. Obscured though they were by the cloth hanging over them, there was no denying the mind-boggling size of those appendages.
The armoured troll laughed. “Choppin’ em off makes ‘em grow bigger.”
His two-headed companion answered that with his own assessment, both heads speaking at once, “Froggy likes what she sees, Fuggum can tell. Fuggum can,” and he sniffed the air, “smell.”
Lae’zel grit her teeth, offering no immediate answer, waiting to see what they would do or propose. Things weren’t looking good, however. Either die drowned in the river’s current, die impaled on a troll’s claw, or die impaled on a troll’s cock…
Her eyes darted to the river below. The drop only seemed to be about ten or so feet, but she could clearly see rocks jutting out from the current. Sharp and jagged, they would likely spell her doom.
She muttered a curse and glanced at the trolls’ cocks once more. A single word speared into her mind, then.
BREED.
Gasping and staggering, Lae’zel put a hand to her forehead. “Ughhh…”
“See that, Gorbor?” the armoured troll asked his companion, elbowing him a few times, “frog bitch already feelin’ dizzy from excitement.”
Gorbor shook his head. “Nah, that’s ‘cause you smell like owlbear shit, Borgor.”
As the two continued bickering for a few more moments, Lae’zel heard an impatient huff from behind her, and she turned to look upon Fuggum, despite the stars dancing at the edge of her vision.
“You’ve got a choice to make,” his left head said.
She couldn’t take them on. She couldn’t swim with her armour on.
“Fine…” she said after a few long moments, her lip curling in disgust. How much of that was her own assessment of the situation, and how much of it was nudging by the tadpole, she knew not. Either way, she found herself accepting their proposition.
Borgor and Gorbor stopped bickering and grinned.
“Careful wid her,” Fuggum warned with his right head. “Saw a couple of them froggies down near the other bridge fightin’ humans, tossin’ fire around like it was nothin’. Had a dragon wid’ em, too.”
The greenskinned giantkin shivered, as though remembering his aversion to fire.
Gorbor chuckled stupidly. “Don’t worry ‘bout that. We’ll keep ‘er hands and mouth real busy,” he said, ignoring the fact that most of the psionic abilities that her kin possessed required no spoken words or complex gestures, only willpower. Of that, she had plenty. Or so she thought… as calling upon these abilities had proven futile up to this point, likely blocked by the ghaik tadpole.
The bridge itself likely couldn’t support the giantkins’ weight. It felt as if it could barely support Lae’zel’s. Each of the monsters probably weighed a quarter ton, she estimated, if not more, and would collapse the structure in its entirety. They’d likely crossed the river by wading through its currents, so tall and lanky were they.
Either way, she would get her answer soon when she made her way to one side of the river.
Perhaps, she thought, eyeing Fuggum’s side, she could outrun the creature… He was alone on that side, and then she’d be on the correct side of the river, able to continue towards the crèche.
“You have no need to worry,” she finally said, sheathing her sword and taking on an uncharacteristically pleasant tone, “I shall assist with your needs, but… you will let me go afterwards?” she asked, slowly sashaying towards Fuggum.
This change in tone surprised the troll, who held up a hand. “Hold on,” the left head said. “You goin’ to the other side. Haven’t paid, can’t cross,” rumbled the troll’s right head, making a rotating gesture with his finger to indicate that she should turn around.
Lae’zel clenched her jaw for a split second before regaining control of herself. A violent outburst would likely mean her end. Vlaakith taught her children that one should seek victory at all costs. When she’d rejoined with her kin, these trolls would pay. “Oh, of course how silly of me,” she purred as convincingly as she could, turning back to the other side of the bridge.
Borgor watched her approach, with Gorbor beside him. Their eyes were glued to her voluptuous form, devouring her with hungry stares, watching how her overfull breastplate barely contained her. With every footfall, she could feel the immense globes of her breasts bouncing within their metallic prison, the weight of them unfamiliar yet somehow deeply exciting.
With a final step, her boot touched the ground on the southern side of the bridge, from which she’d just come. The sensation of dirt beneath her boots should have been reassuring, had it not meant her being brought closer to the two giantkin.
“And how do I know you simply won’t kill me once we’re done?” she asked the two trolls before her, their colossal frames looming over her.
Lae’zel heard a heavy, ground-shaking thump on the riverbank before her, and then Fuggum’s voice: “Because, little froggy, we know you’ll be coming back for more.”
He’d not crossed the bridge, she realized, he’d simply leapt from one side to the other. Even if she’d gotten to the other side, there was no way she could outpace him. She swallowed hard, nervously.
Before long, she was surrounded by all three trolls, and she knew what to do, what was expected of her. The smell of them assailed her nostrils, not necessarily musky as perhaps an ogre might be, but reminiscent of a swamp, muddy and earthy.
Steadying her breath, she reached out for the first loincloth before her as she felt hands upon her working to disrobe her in turn. Such was the difference in size between them that she didn’t even need to kneel to face his groin.
That first strip of cloth fell away, and her breath caught. The world seemed to narrow down to what she now saw hanging before her, to such an extent that she barely even registered the clanging of her sword being tossed aside.
Given what she’d seen earlier of their cocks’ outlines beneath the loincloths, Lae’zel had expected them to be at least partially erect.
But the limp monstrosity now revealed to her was completely soft, and longer than her arm. Just as green as the rest of him, that veined behemoth hung before a pair of balls that were, by her estimates, as large as her head, full and plump and likely filled with gallons of cum. Not only was it longer than her arm, but it was at least twice as thick, fuller at the center before it tapered off into a cockhead halfway-covered by a thick, taut foreskin. Nothing could fully cover that fist-sized head.
“Huar, my turn,” came a second troll’s voice, Gorbor’s, by the way he still held his signpost-mace.
Behind her, Fuggum continued his work, sharp claws slicing at the straps that held her inadequate armour on her body.
Breathing heavily, Lae’zel reached up to reveal Gorbor’s cock, hoping, by some miracle, that it might be smaller than his companion’s.
Her fingers undid the knot, and the cloth came sliding down. Immediately, as the first inches slid down, her eyes bulged at the sheer width of that cunt-splitting giant, and she couldn’t help but wonder how in Vlaakith’s name he could even walk with such an obscene slab of trollmeat between his legs.
Further and further down the cloth of Gorbor’s loincloth fell, until the entirety of him was on full display.
Any hopes of him being smaller than his armoured companion were dashed in that instant, for what he lacked in length, he made up for in sheer girth. Images of battering rams flashed in Lae’zel’s mind at the sight of that obese slab of cockmeat before her, covered in a few bumps and ridges that, despite herself, she couldn’t help but imagine how good they might feel.
Some part of her understood the legends of how sorceresses from other worlds kept them as part of their collections.
That reverie came to an abrupt end as she felt the straps of her breastplate coming undone, and she heard the tearing of her undershirt.
Cool forest air greeted her bare skin as the metal covering much of her upper body was removed, tossed aside by Fuggum. It clattered against a tree, leaving the Gith nearly bare from the waist up.
Both Borgor and Gorbor whistled their appreciation as out came tumbling a pair of tits that were only a smidge smaller than the green-yellow woman’s head. Those huge orbs were held by a strip of cloth that, at one time, had been considered amply sufficient to contain her feminine charms. Now, however, that thin black brassiere could barely contain a tenth of her breasts’ mass.
She let out a whimpering moan as she was bared in such a fashion, looking down at herself.
Of course, she’d grown, but she’d never taken the time to check by how much. The sight of those enormous new tits of hers should have been troubling, but instead, she found her hands reaching up to squeeze them, amazed at their weight, and at how that mottled flesh spilled around her fingers.
For a moment, she forgot where she was, groping herself as she was, much to the delight of the two trolls before her.
So captivated was she by those changes to her physical form that she didn’t hear the whisper of a loincloth being removed from behind her. She, however, felt it.
Two loud, meaty PLAPS pealed and the Githyanki quite nearly buckled as two positively enormous trollcocks slapped down on either one of her shoulders, each one having the girth of Gorbor and the length of Borgor. Their weight combined quite nearly forced Lae’zel to her knees.
Due to his proportions being different from a typical humanoid creature’s, his hips were only a little bit higher than Lae’zel’s shoulders, which allowed his twin cocks to actually drape over the fighter’s breasts, almost like perverse scarves. Already, and despite still being soft, they dribbled thick, ropy strands of precum.
Even faced with a trio of supremely endowed trolls, Lae’zel found herself shivering in anticipation. Or perhaps disgust?
Who could tell what part of her wanted this, and what part was the tadpole, egging her on.
She blinked, and found that her hands were upon the two one-headed trolls’ cocks. Of course, she lacked the proper number of hands to handle four such beasts at once. But the Githyanki were not so quick to give up. Yes, she would show these brutes the superiority of Vlaakith’s chosen.
Lae’zel’s fingers wrapped around those cocks and, without much surprise, she could barely grasp a third of Gorbor’s thicker cock, and half of Borgor’s longer one. The twin colossi seemed to come alive at her touch, that warm, vascular flesh pulsing against her palms as she began to stroke them to rigidity.
Despite the imposing nature of the task at hand, she approached it with the same fierce determination she typically brought to battle.
“Good whore,” groaned Gorbor, placing a hand upon Lae’zel’s head as he watched her work.
Fuggum, however, was growing impatient, and his twin pricks fatter by the moment. His cocks were long enough that they didn’t actually dribble their precum onto the Gith’s tits. Rather, their transparent emissions fell wetly into the hard packed earth of the road.
Images flashed through her mind, too quickly for her to truly grasp, yet undeniably filthy in nature, with her at the center, and with colossal green manhoods all around her.
Accompanying those images, another singular word resonated in her skull: SUBMIT.
Staggering slightly, her grip on the two cocks before her faltered slightly. But given how they seemed to be reacting to her touch, she continued on, gripping those obscene battering ram-like appendages harder. They, too, began spurting out heavy globs of prespunk onto the Gith’s feet.
Fuggum, despite his mounting impatience, grabbed his cocks - one in each hand - and began lifting them, plapping them down onto the Gith’s oversized milkers, grunting in a satisfied manner as he watched those fat fuckpillows wobble and bounce from the heavy impacts. PLAP. PLAP. PLAP.
And with each plap, those cocks grew fatter, heavier, leaking more and more of that translucent liquid which, given the grip Fuggum now had on his cocks, was beginning to leave glistening splatters across the fighter’s skin.
Before her cock-addled mind could comprehend what she’d gotten into, Lae’zel was surrounded by a quartet of cocks that were, on average, half as long as she was tall.
The plapping of his cocks ceased when their rigidity had become such that he could no longer hammer down onto her tits with them, those two rods pointing straight forward over her shoulders. With the two-headed and twin-cocked troll’s eyes fixed on Lae’zel’s hands, jerking off his companions, the green-skinned colossus trailed a clawed finger down her back, moving ever further down until he reached her armoured greaves.
In mere moments, he’d torn through the leather and chain holding them together, and they were discarded. The rest of her clothing fared little better, and she was soon fully bared as the cloth was shredded easily, exposing the wobbling globes of her ass and the dripping folds of her cunt.
When had she gotten so wet? She wondered, rubbing her thighs together out of embarrassed excitement.
She was still in control, she had to remind herself. This was her doing, not some trick of the worm in her brain. And yet, she could only whimper like a bitch in heat as she felt Fuggum’s huge hand grip her waist, lifting her up with ease.
With her feet dangling off the ground, she looked down to see his - was it their? - other hand lining up his cock, and her eyes widened in horror when she felt him aiming not for her cunt, but her ass. Even during the best of days, she’d never managed to push much into her asshole, and now this troll was trying to cram a cock that could put a minotaur to shame up into that puckered pink hole.
“G-guh… It’ll never… FffiiiaaAAA~!!” she cried out as one of those fist-sized cockheads began breaching her backdoor, spreading her clenching rectum wide. Her eyes rolled up into her skull, and she heard all three trolls chuckling at her reaction.
Then came a second cock, pressing hot and insistent against her stretched-out ass.
“Fits just fine,” rumbled Fuggum as he began pushing, and pushing. Such was her tightness that the troll had to use one finger to spread her flexing rim further, so he could push himself in or, at least, his first few inches.
As Fuggum impaled Lae’zel further in his twin cocks, the Githyanki screaming her pleasure, the two other trolls took the woman’s wrists, guiding her hands once more to their throbbing green pricks. Much to her dismay, they’d not gotten any thinner, and her thumb and index remained inches apart as she tried to grip them.
It was at that precise moment that Lae’zel realized that she should not have been able to take even one of those colossal, throbbing lengths inside her ass, never mind two. The tadpole had done its work, and she found her cunt gush at that realization, nectar running down the crack of her ass in incredible amounts to lube up the tight pink ring of muscle now being spread open by two obscenely fat trolldicks.
Both cocks now forced inside her ass alongside each other, Lae’zel could only gasp and moan, feeling them moving further upwards into her bowels. Her fingers squeezed as hard as she could the two cocks in her hands, jerking them off almost instinctually, feeling dollops of thick troll precum running over her fingers.
Stars flashed across her vision as another inch, and another, was crammed up into her. “GuuaaaaAAaaannnhhh…!!” she moaned, stomach now visibly distended by the sheer quantities of throbbing trollmeat inside her.
Writhing atop their cocks, Lae’zel could only guess as to how much of them had been pushed up into her ass, any how many inches - or feet - yet remained.
By Vlaakith, she might die impaled upon a dozen feet of green cock.
And yet… the prospect didn’t frighten her as much as she’d have thought, or as much as it should have. Getting all her holes stuffed was the only way to beat such strong, overhung beasts, was it not? If such a test should prove too much to handle, then so be it!
Regaining some measure of herself, Lae’zel suddenly found herself tugging harder upon the two cocks in her hands, using them as handlebars to stabilize herself further upon the twin lengths impaling her. But she didn’t stop there.
Harder still she pulled, hands moving up and down those fat meatslabs, and as she did so, she impaled herself further upon Fuggum’s own cocks.
As she continued to impale herself further and further on those twin spires, pleasure-flashes of light exploded at the edges of her vision, or perhaps in her mind. Every inch that disappeared into her ass sent mind-rending shockwaves through her entire being, her otherwise toned stomach distending from the obscene size of that intrusion.
Eventually, as she cried and begged for more, her voice cracked, and failed.
Borgor chuckled, gripping the woman’s face with finger and thumb. “Havin’ a tough time with that throat of yours, eh?”
“Maybe we should help clear her throat out,” dumbly added Gorbor.
Slowly, Borgor turned his head to his friend, frowning. “What’s this ‘we’ you’re talking about?”
Seeing how the two single-headed trolls were about to begin bickering, Fuggum immediately stepped in. “Borgor, take her throat, you spoke up first about it,” his left head ordered. “Gorbor, let’s see how much more we can stretch that ass of hers out,” the right head said.
The two trolls paused, looking at each other as their anger melted. Toothy grins spread across their faces.
Borgor immediately reached up, seizing Lae’zel’s hair with his thick, green digits, tugging her forward, the act made all the more difficult by the two iron-hard poles lodged deep in her ass, making the movement the more difficult.
The troll’s strength, however, proved sufficient, and despite the vigor of Fuggum’s erection, Lae’zel was brought face-to-face with the troll’s titanic throat-ruiner.
Before she could offer up any kind of reaction to this new development, Fuggum gave a single hard thrust upward, eliciting a long, wanton moan from the cockstuffed Gith. A single quick bucking of Borgor’s hips caused his cock to slam into the back of the woman’s throat, a long, gurgling GLRRRKKKPFFFTT!! coming of her as she was forced to throat well over a foot of throbbing fuckmeat, then two, then three…
In a matter of moments, she’d taken more dick than she’d hitherto seen in her entire life.
Gagging and choking, spittle and drool falling down her chin, Lae’zel now found herself impaled, like a pig on a spit.
With her vision now being little more than green skin and even greener cock, Lae’zel hadn’t noticed the other troll moving to the side, lining his cock up next to his comrade’s double destroyers.
She hadn’t seen him, but she felt him when he pressed his single cock next to Fuggum’s two.
She’d managed to take three oversized throbbing, battering ram-sized tree trunk-dicks, but a fourth, she feared, might break her. If not physically, then mentally. She had the mental fortitude of a Githyanki soldier, of course, but how much could these abilities of hers truly help against getting speared by a quartet of bitch-splitting colossi?
With one hand now free, Lae’zel found her fingers drawn to her soaked, dripping cunt, rubbing herself raw as Gorbor began pressing himself up and into her ass, making his the third cock currently stuffed inside her ass, each one already four times the size of an average man’s, if not more.
The pressure was immense, even considering the modifications brought on by the tadpole.
Despite how much dick was being crammed inside her, she felt her muscles relax, as though some outside force was commanding her, steering her into this situation. Perhaps, she briefly thought, the parasite had determined that its best chance of survival lay in Lae’zel fucking the three trolls rather than by fleeing or fighting.
“How’s she takin’...” began Fuggum’s right head, “the three of us..?” grunted his left head.
The two trolls in her ass began thrusting then, slowly but surely stuffing more and more of themselves into that warm ass hole, the outlines of their behemoth bitchwreckers visible from the outside.
Lae’zel’s moans and whimpers, muffled by Borgor’s cock, nonetheless reverberated through the giantkin’s fat green prick. In response, he brought his huge clawed hands to her head before, in a single, violent movement, he slammed himself down to the hilt into her throat, forcing the Githyanki’s nose into his hairless groin.
All of them were now joined in that brutal, whoreruining rhythm, lewd squelching noises bouncing off the nearby trees, loud enough that Lae’zel’s brain could barely register the sound of running water a mere twenty or thirty paces away.
Her world was a blur of cock, a whirlwind of, much to her surprise, pleasure.
Impaled on all sides by yard-long fuckpipes, Lae’zel could only gurgled and gasp, the three cocks in her ass finally bottoming out, their giant, cumswollen nuttanks clapping against the soft flesh of her thighs. Spittle and drool hung from her chin as she was bounced between the three green goliaths.
Her hands had, by then, both found their way down to her dripping pussy, and she continued rubbing herself raw.
GLRK GLRK GLRK GLLRRRKFFFFPTT…!
Despite herself, despite her training and pride, Lae’zel was drowning in an ocean of mindless pleasure.
She could feel her muscles clenching, oesophagus and bowels alike, around the invading cocks, squeezing them hard, eager to feel their loads flooding every part of her digestive tract.
Almost mechanically, the three trolls continued fucking Lae’zel, the fighter bouncing between them. Her stomach distorted with each thrust, and she found herself cumming. From her fingers, perhaps, or from the pounding she was receiving.
For a mere moment, she thought she heard one of the trolls comment on how she was squeezing them, on how much pleasure she was deriving from the quadruple pounding. She couldn’t make out their words in their entirety, or their sentences, but… by the Gods, she was. She enjoyed every bone-rattling thrust, every clap of their groins and balls against her.
Her throat bulged obscenely around Borgor’s cock, the massive brute having established a brutal, punishing rhythm. With each pull of his cock, just the fist-sized head remained between her lips, on the cusp of freedom, before he would slam back down, prompting a long series of choking, gagging sounds, thick ropes of drool cascading down her chin to plap wetly upon the ground.
glorp plap gluk squelch glrrrrk!
The cacophony of that animalistic ass-breeding continued on, reaching a fevered pace, and Lae’zel came again.
She shut her eyes tight as she rode the waves of bliss, each one higher than the last. With the bouncing of her body between the three trolls, she briefly imagined herself actually floating on some golden sea of pleasure.
And with each thrust, they grew more animalistic, more brutal. Their movements were urgent as her inner muscles kept squeezing them, harder and harder, rhythmic contractions bringing them closer to their own releases.
Through it all, Lae’zel’s fingers worked faster, plunging wetly into her drenched fuckhole. Her hips bucked wildly against those thrusting pricks, gagging and choking around trolldick like the dickblasted fuckwhore she now was.
Of the three, Gorbor reached his tipping point first, even though he’d been the one who’d been fucking Lae’zel for the shortest amount of time. His thrusts became erratic, and his hand gripped Lae’zel’s thigh hard before slamming himself up into her as far as he could, given the fact that he was sharing the whore’s ass with his double-dicked colleague.
“NNFFfffNNngggh…!” Lae’zel screamed around Borgor’s cock, though even her voice found itself drowned by the symphony of wet, pornographic sounds that filled the forest.
Her eyes rolled up into her skull as she came, and as the first blast of piping hot trollnut fired off into her bowels, immediately flooding her stomach and even reaching her throat, despite the demiplanes created either by her own psionic abilities of by the parasite’s. Either way, she could feel her stomach slowly inflating with the volume of cum being pumped into her.
The other two troll did not last much longer, and before Gorbor had finished his own release, they, too, began nutting inside her.
Ropes of thick ballgunk shot from both ends into her, painting her insides white with that potent, pearlescent fuckgoop, and after less than a quarter of a minute, it began overflowing from her mouth and ass. Thick, quivering ropes of the stuff spurted out from the corners of her mouth, from her nostrils, and from her ruined asshole.
SPFFFFT!
The sounds of jizz spurting out of her, combined with her choking GKKHHTppttTTtt! sounds only seemed to grow louder, filling her mind, much as the scorching heat of their mansauce did.
Gallons of porridge-thick cum filled her insides, abdomen swelling further as they kept unloading. Her eyes rolled back in rapturous bliss, as if she’d just accomplished some divine purpose: that of being used as a mere cumdump by a trio of brutish trolls.
For long moments, Lae’zel’s mind blanked, and she lost track of time. Vaguely aware that the three trolls had kept fucking her ass and throat, she could only weakly continue pleasuring herself, two fingers rubbing eager circles around the throbbing pink pearl of her clit.
Finally, their output lessened, until they pulled themselves from her. All four cocks fell wetly from her stretched-out holes. Cum flowed freely from her abused asshole, and more of it fell from her parted lips in thick, waterfall-like sheets.
Their troll regeneration, however, ensured that they were not quite done, and their balls seemed as full as ever, swinging between their legs like overripe melons.
One of them caught her before she fell, for her legs could not have supported her.
She gurgled weakly, cum buggling between her lips as she tried to speak. Her normally fierce, amber eyes were glazed, unfocused. The tight braids and ponytail of her brown hair had come undone, giving her a disheveled look.
Borgor chuckled. “Still breathin’. Not bad. Should we keep her?” he asked his companions.
Fuggum shook his heads. “Nah. Don’t want no trouble from those dragon riding maniacs,” he said, pointing over his shoulder. Both trolls nodded, remembering how the Githyanki had destroyed another, far larger bridge. “But we ain’t done with her,” he finally added, bringing one hand to both of his twin cocks.
Lae’zel, still reeling from the experience, had rolled in his grip, exposing her glistening pink folds to him.
With his own cocks still glistening with his juices, Fuggum huffed briefly, lifting the groaning, mewling Gith up to align that pristine pink cunt, along with her thoroughly-plowed ass, with both his cocks.
Lae’zel reached down between her legs, and spread her lips for him.
Amused, Fuggum began pushing forward, forcing from the Gith’s lungs a long, quavering moan, almost a wail.
She fell back, eyes wide and rolling up into her skull, as she immediately came from just those first few inches, hands reaching up to grope her enormous green-yellow tits, fingers sinking into that pliable flesh.
“VlaakiiiIIIttthh…!!!” she cried out, the bulge of the troll’s cock distending her stomach as it had when it and its twin cock were in her ass.
This time, however, one was pushed into her ass and one in her dripping cunt. The effect was much the same even with the difference in configuration, the outlines of those enormous green shafts plainly visible through the woman’s lean midriff.
Seeing Lae’zel fondling those huge fuckpillows of hers, the two mono-dicked trolls had an idea. This time, with Lae’zel on her back and still in Fuggum’s grip, Borgor found himself straddling the woman’s midriff, plopping his wet cock between those hefty melons of hers. As if to greet the Githyanki, his behemoth cock spurted out a hefty helping of precum which collided with her neck and chin - splap!
Gorbor, who’d not yet enjoyed the warmth of their prey’s throat, moved to Lae’zel’s head, gripping her head.
Instinctively, she opened her mouth, tilted her head back, and the troll pushed in.
On the other side of her, Fuggum continued pushing his dual dicks into the writhing Whoreyanki, lewd squelching sounds coming from that well-stuffed pussy of hers. With her ass still gaping from the triple-dicking it had received moments prior, pushing a single cock in was easier than tossing a halfling down a waterfall.
“Mmmnnhha-MMMMMm!!!” Lae’zel’s moan was interrupted as troll cock was stuffed down her throat, forcing her jaw once more to its limits. Ropes of drool rolled out of her mouth, rolling down her cheeks and nose to make an even greater mess of her face.
Borgor grunted his approval as his hands sought out her tits, squeezing those overgrown melons hard to squeeze them around his prick. Despite their new, immense size, they remained wholly inadequate to cover the troll’s girth.
That didn’t stop him, and he began thrusting between those warm, precum-slathered orbs.
Lae’zel’s existence had devolved into nothing more than a haze of pleasure as her body was turned into a playground for the three enormous trolls, mind struggling to process the fullness she was experiencing as all her holes were stuffed beyond any mortal’s capacities.
She gurgled and choked around Gorbor’s colossal battering ram of a prick, throat bulging obscenely around him. Its head was visible for a brief moment as it travelled downwards, finally disappearing beneath her collarbone.
Tears of effort and elation rolled down her face, mixing with the streams of drool and precum coating her skin.
Those dual pricks plunged deeper inside her, forcing their way past the tightness of her cunt, and into uncharted - perhaps even psionically-enhanced - territory.
Borgor’s huge, swollen balls slid along Lae’zel’s stomach as he jerked himself off with the equally swollen breasts of the Titwanki, each eager thrust of his behemoth shaft causing those fat orbs to jiggle and bounce lewdly, despite the tight grip the troll had on them.
Waves of the tadpole’s psionic energy seemed to radiate through her body, pushing her to new heights of degeneracy as she bucked whorishly against Fuggum’s twin shafts, impaling herself further as gurgling, gagging sounds came of her stretched-out throat, accompanied by the wet slapping of Borgor’s groin against the underside of her titties.
BREED. BREED. BREED.
The word repeated itself in her mind, pounding into her consciousness as she surrendered to pleasure, cumming again and again, ceaselessly cumming her pleasure-mushed brain out with every inch of trolldick being stuffed into her. Her cunt spasmed violently around Fuggum’s first cock, ass clenching desperately against the second.
Darkness crept in at the edges of her vision as mind-fractures began overwhelming her very consciousness from the pleasure of being used in such a fashion.
Briefly, she blacked out, reopening her eyes to the three trolls on the verge of another release.
“GuuuuhHH!!” she heard one of the trolls exclaim before they began blowing their loads one after the other. There wasn’t just the grunt of a male on the verge of climax in that voice, but something panicked, something beyond simple pleasure.
Then, she realized she could somehow feel their pleasure and, with mind and body, enhance it.
What had the tadpole done to her? What was it doing to the trolls?
Grunting, Fuggum leaned forward as he came suddenly, violently. His twin cocks lurched inside her as they began blasting gallons of fucksludge right into her womb and bowels at once, filling her to the brim and then some.
Fat, quivering ropes of pearlescent seed spurted out of her abused holes to fall in wet clumps onto the ground and grass below, soaking into the earth.
The other two trolls didn’t fare much better, and she felt a wave of psionic energy radiate out of her and into them, triggering their climaxes simultaneously. Gorbor’s cock throbbed violently in her throat as he began firing off powerful cumblasts right into her stomach, filling her to the brim immediately. Thick jizzglobs fell wetly from her lips, rolling down her face to create an unrecognizable mess of it before ending their journeys either in her hair on the ground below.
Borgor’s own release hit with the same intensity, massive cock lurching between the Gith’s tits. Rope after rope of viscous cocksnot fired off between those enormous melons, coating much of her upper body. Due to the angle of her head, he had to angle himself downward to avoid simply blasting Gorbor with his load.
He was in no state to fight the other troll, after all.
And she, too, came.
Every orgasm fractured her consciousness further, allowing the parasite a greater ability to sink its controlling tendrils into her mind. And yet, she found that she did not mind it as much as she’d have thought, for the pleasure it granted her was unlike anything she could have thought possible in this world or the next.
Even on the Astral, such sensations of weightlessness, of pure unadulterated bliss, were rare.
Yes, she realized, through pleasure, she would beat the trio of trolls.
For that, however, she had to find some equilibrium and avoid succumbing entirely, herself. If she did, there would be no cure for her, save perhaps for a miracle granted by Vlaakith herself.
The trolls’ groans filled the forest as they pumped gallons of molten hot fucksauce into and onto the woman, jizz spurting out every which way from her overfull orifices, creating an ever greater mess.
Gurgling, throat working and squeezing Gorbor’s throbbing fuckpipe, she swallowed as much of his ballsludge as she could, and another wave of psionic energy rippled outwards, seizing the minds of all three trolls, sinking its fangs into the dim-witted creatures’ minds. Her own psionic training, paired with the parasites, made short work of any resistance they put up.
Borgor grunted in surprise, cock still erupted between Lae’zel’s tits, painting them with glistening ropes of pearlescent goop. “C-can’t… Can’t stop…!” he huffed, his fists a blur as he pumped his cock raw, splattering the Githyanki’s form with sheets of warm nut.
Indeed, trolls were known for their regenerative capabilities, which applied, too, to their sexual stamina.
Depleting their cum reserves only ensured they produced more, and faster. Given the nature of psionics, keeping them locked in a perpetual orgasm-state was child’s play. Their balls churned out more and more jizz, and they were forced to pull themselves from the jizzbloated fighter, their cocks visibly throbbing with each finger-thick rope fired.
Drain. Drain. DRAIN.
Lae’zel blinked, finding herself on the floor as four giant troll dicks cast shadows over her, throbbing with each quivering fuckrope of jizz being blasted onto her. Her hand found itself drifting down to her thoroughly-bred cunt, digits dancing over the eager nub of her clit as her other hand massaged and groped her huge, cumplastered jugs.
She stared down at herself, watching as more cum-missiles slammed onto her skin, covering her in a bukkake of legendary excess. Laying sprawled in a puddle of white ballsoup, Lae’zel could only gasp and moan as sheets of sticky semen rolled down her curves in thick globs. Every inch of her was soon covered in the potent nutglaze, and she could only continue pushing with her mind, keeping the trio locked in release.
Their fists kept stroking their lengths, their breathing becoming labored as panic crept into their eyes.
They were unable to stop themselves.
Lae’zel’s lips curled into a grin, visible despite the mask of cum covering her. Her foes’ natural regeneration, much to their detriment, had forced them into an endless cycle of climax and renewal.
She then laughed. “You… foolish brutes, thought to take a servant of Vlaakith? You are… weak,” she managed to groan through rasping moans.
With one eye welded shut by the heavy jizz that covered her, Lae’zel could barely make out the expressions of the three trolls still furiously slamming their fists up and down their throbbing poles, spurting gallons upon gallons of cum onto her. She could, however, smell the desperation in their breaths, and the worried tones of the words spoken in their tongue.
Four geysers of jizz fired off from their cocks, covering Lae’zel in a deluge as the three trolls fell onto their asses, groaning and gasping, jerking themselves off desperately, hoping to free themselves from that endless climax.
And she held her mental grip on them through it all, swallowing as much cum as her constitution would allow, the small forest path having turned into an obscene, cum-covered mess, much like Lae’zel.
Oh, the fun she’d have with these three.
🔸 🔶 🔸
Hours had passed, and still Lae’zel did not let up, as the three trolls and their four cocks came and came, their releases seemingly endless, their minds rent and torn asunder by the parasite’s assault.
Only when the sun had begun disappearing behind the forest’s trees did Lae’zel complete her total mental and physical domination of the three trolls. Their massive frames, had grown immobile, cocks still spurting thick ropes of cum onto the ground, their minds utterly pleasure-ruined.
By Vlaakith’s will, Lae’zel had pulled through, and had managed to keep her mind intact, despite quite nearly losing herself to pleasure and to the parasite.
She rose, and looked around. Bare from head to toe, she didn’t bother picking up her blade or trying to fix her armor.
Other weapons were offered to her, now, she thought, still cumglazed. She stared down at herself, reaching up to fondle her newly-grown breasts.
Once more, the word BREED echoed in Lae’zel’s mind.