As the blonde bastard stretched her hole ruthlessly, soft humms and groans toyed against her delicate trollish ear. His other hand slowly enclosed around her left, wonderful breast, kneading and massaging the mound delicately while an engorged cock revelled deep within her.<br/>His compadres howled in delight when witnessing her sexual defeat to onset pleasure born in pain – as she got more and more used to the alien feeling of being violated in this fashion, the harder their two hips met. It’d never really meet the zeal of a proper fuck in her other hole, but she was confident that they’d try to find her absolute limit.<br/><br/>A glance around her made her realise what this was about: It was becoming a game to them – to see how dirty, how absolutely helplessly she’d fall into the sinful embrace of sexual frenzy: In a perverted, immoral way, they should be given some credit to prioritize her enjoyment as well as their own.<br/><br/>It wasn’t exactly a courteous experiment, but by all means not the worst case scenario.<br/><br/>The man seated on his stool bit into his under lip hard – a gargantuan shiver tormented up his spine, reversed in his brain and zoomed straight into his member; with a firm hand around his threatening prick, he pulled out of her wet, messy, delightful mouth. Stars danced in front of his eyes as he tethered on the very precipices of a release, his body shuddered in spasms as his mind cried out: “Almost! Almost!” – a hand curled around her messy hair and pulled it back, exposing her now relatively unmolested face. With a gurgling howl, his head flew back by pure instinct, his hips bucked forth and his orgasm hit like an avalanche.<br/><br/>Four modest sized pulses of his cum painted across her face in irregular patterns, one in particular streaking across her delicate chin. Again, his howl mixed freely with the cheers and jeers of his comrades, some presumably making lewd comments on her juice-glazed face - the faint musky odour drowned in their joint arousal, hers in particular.<br/>The blonde, the apparent de-facto leader of this gang of ravenous men, was given a moments time with her alone: Through grinding teeth, his haggard grunts sang into her ears, both hands hard at work at either erogenous zone. His scorching hot, rock-solid body ground lovingly against hers as his prick dipped deep into her forbidden hole with regular thrusts. He didn’t hammer, oh no: He wanted to savour every sensation evidently. Again and again, his scorching prick invaded her, bumping her forward slightly at every aching attack. She felt their joint sweat mix evenly with cum squished between each participant in a dirty, delicious dance.<br/><br/>All these sensations were making an impression on the strapping lad - based on his increasingly uneven pattern of perspiration, Tamaska knew he wouldn’t be able to hold himself in check for much longer.<br/>As her eyes sought Emberspike, she couldn’t help but notice three men drinking in the sight of her molestations, hands seized firmly around saliva glazed cocks. They had to compose their eagerness, evidently, as they didn’t pump as furiously as before. The fourth, obviously spent, participant was sitting in his bunk, leaning his upper back against the wooden wall, trying to catch his own breath again. He looked positively smashed.<br/><br/>And there sat Emberspike, perching cock-surely atop a wooden crate with the mother of all smirks printed arrogantly on his goblinoid face. He was still smoking his cigar and – mayhaps a bit disappointingly – still dressed. Even in his metamorphed shape, however, she clearly saw the outline of his own arousal pressing against his pants.<br/><br/>Two authoritative hands folded around either her shapely sides, nails digging into her skin: Her violators thrusts became more enthusiastic as his mind began to swim. Soon, he began pulling her back against his forward attacks, grunting growing louder and louder. Next, under the guise of a warm, worn breath, his teeth bit at her shoulder as he buried himself deeply in her, howling his release into her ear. It was hard to feel, but a small tingling warmth spread in her ass as gooey ropes of cum sploshed against the inner walls. She heard him inhale but not exhale for a roomy time.<br/><br/>Even as he tried to catch his composure, other candidates demanded his retreat from our poor, abused trolless: Reluctantly, and only after placing a small, almost placid peck on her cheek, he slid out leaving a long, waving string of cum to bridge briefly between her buttocks and the head of his cock, leaving her a right out mess on the floor.<br/><br/>But her travails weren’t over - the square-jawed man, ready for more action lay on his back besides her, growling with a barely conscious, orcish voice:<br/><br/>“<i>On my prick, troll.</i>”<br/>..<br/>One of the other men began manoeuvring behind her but waited for some odd reason: however, a sneaking suspicion might begin growing in her mind as she saw how “affectionately” he peered at her abused ass, a smile spreading dangerously on his demanding face...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>