The troll reveled quietly in her defeat.  He knew she was truly conquered, humiliated.  So her lifted her off of him, and carried her back the ten feet or so behind the throne to his bedding.  The bedding was surprisingly soft, though the smell was musty.  Megan found herself plopped onto the bed.  Ranak parted her thighs, clambering on top of her, cock still hard.  Grasping her breast with one hand, he used the other to put the head of his cock once again at the matted, bloodied entrance.  Then he pushed into her, rutting hard and fast, moaning with pleasure at the conquest.  The goblin perched itself in the rafters to get a good view.