So a Couple, a Goblin and a Troll Walk Into a Swamp... - Chapter 4

Chapter 4 - Of Mice and Men

Rising slowly with a head that pounded because of what she drank last night, Margaret was extremely dismayed to see that she wasn’t taken aboard the goblin’s turtleback town or her husband’s trireme, but was instead taken to Big Fin’s home at some point last night. Realizing this, she turned to see that the other half of the bed was empty and she exhaled in relief. Getting out of bed, she saw that she was still wearing her red dress and everything seemed in place, except her panties which were tossed aside last night. 

Taking a step outside, she noticed that nearly everyone was gone. All that remained were older trolls and a few troll children that she hadn’t seen before. She started to remember some of what went on last night after she started drinking, and recalled that she wished her husband good luck before giving him a kiss. She really wished she’d done more than that considering that he could die in the coming battle. 

Margaret shook her head, not wanting to think about that. Deciding to be hopeful, she bided her time at the village for most of the day, eating apples and fish. Eventually, the sound of something huge could be heard swimming through the wide river next to the village. The head of the giant turtle known as Tiny emerged from the reeds. As it had the day before, the sea creature beached itself amongst the trees and tall grass. Wooden steps descended and goblins, human soldiers and trolls climbed off of the wooden and metal structure atop the turtle's huge back.

Although the sight of the trolls was disheartening, Margaret walked forward as the pack approached. She was crossing her fingers in the hope that Big Fin wouldn’t be among those returning. Sadly for her, he was in the back of the pack, towering over everyone else, and carrying Franklin on his shoulders. Unsure of what else to do, she stopped and waited for the two leaders.

“Well, hello hun!” Franklin said sheepishly from atop the hulking river troll’s shoulders.

The troll king was laughing loudly and slung his new friend from atop his shoulders and gave him a massive, bone cracking hug.

“Me and Franklin did it!” Big Fin declared, as boisterous as ever. “Goblins and humans on sneakret mission. Me and trolls smashed through front gate! All people we saved were scared. Tiny brigands no match for trolls.”

“Aye.” Franklin gulped loudly as he knew what this meant for his wife. It wasn’t like Franklin could just turn on these oafs either. Chivalry aside, many of his own men had befriended some of the trolls - it made sense, they were all fighting side by side in a life or death battle.

“Here’s Roland’s head. I’ve kept it to show it our king. Big Fin said he has a method of preserving things like this. Pal, would you mind working your magic on this head while I catch up with my wife?” Somehow Franklin managed to sound polite even though he could see that Margaret was visibly upset.

Big Fin took Roland’s head from Franklin. “Yes boss! Me have the thing just for this.” Roland's frozen visage was in a shocked expression - no doubt it was the face he made when he realized he was being raided by trolls. Big Fin walked away from the pair, holding the head on the end of a spear.

Franklin waited until the troll king was out of earshot. “Alright Margaret, I know what you’re thinking. But, we might still be able to get out of this.”

Unlike when they first set out on this adventure, Margaret didn’t detect confidence in her husband’s voice. She knew that he was between a rock and a hard place because not only had he found two sets of new allies, he had battled alongside them. There was no way he considered Big Fin as an equal, but Franklin wasn’t an evil man - he couldn’t just have the troll leader suddenly dispatched in the night. He’d need a legitimate reason.

Margaret spoke softly, careful not to let any of the trolls hear how she really felt about them. “How is it possible that so many lived? You should have sent them in the most hazardous way, I don’t know! Why didn’t you have them scale the walls or collect under the murder holes!?” She sounded positively irate. Getting their castle back was great news, but now she’d have to honor her end of the deal.

Frankling explained, “All of Roland's men that ransacked our castle town were drunk and weak-willed fighters. Once we killed their leader, even if their numbers were big enough to overwhelm the trolls, they broke. All of them ran into the surrounding countryside. Adam and most of the soldiers are there repairing things and awaiting the king’s arrival. He’s will explain our new alliances with these inhuman races."

After her initial frustration waned, Margaret noticed that her husband’s armor was covered in blood. She was suddenly reminded of the risk he faced in assaulting Roland to recapture the castle town. She wrapped her arms around him, embracing him because of his heroic acts. She made sure to avoid the red spatter.

Frankling continued plotting, “And hun, there’s a chance that we can get Big Fin hammered tonight. Then we could convince him tomorrow that he had a go with you. He wouldn’t stop talking about how they have massive celebrations after they win a conflict.” Franklin's stomach started to growl. “I haven’t eaten since last night.”  He led the couple walked back to mingle with the goblins and trolls.

Margaret whispered, “So what if that doesn’t work? What if he’s more interested in my nethers than ale? I don’t know if you noticed, but his cock is as large as your fist and forearm. I’ll die!” 

Franklin knew that Margaret actually had a good point, and it was prudent to have a backup plan. Acknowledging this even though he hoped that they wouldn’t need it and that they could get Big Fin wasted, Franklin spoke. “Rhaz is an alchemist. I’ll talk to her - plus she’s a... she! So maybe she could talk you through how to handle this sort of thing if worst comes to worst? In any case, I know her pretty well now. Let me go find her.”

Not in the best mood for obvious reasons, Margaret crossed her arms and allowed her husband to go so that he could find the goblin commander.

Franklin was very tired. After all, he just lost and reclaimed his castle town within a span of days. He forged a path into the jungle to find mercenaries. He fought off Rhaz’ lusty advances the entire trip to New Caltian and back. It was enough to make an ordinary man break and give into desire. He’d never say it, but at this point he felt like Margaret had it easy so far, sequestered in the troll village. Even though he didn’t want her crotch stained by a beast like Big Fin, he felt that she needed to step up and contribute to the cause. He had no idea how much his wife had privately contributed.

Still hopeful that all of this wasn’t going to be necessary, Franklin approached Rhaz. The female goblin commander had finished moving some of her war spoils to the troll camp so that she could enjoy them during the feast that was about to take place. Amongst her treasures were several bottles of wine and a bag containing some kind of medicinal powder for entertainment purposes - she didn’t say what it was.

“Oi, well if it isn’t lover boy. You’re reunited with your wife now, so go and give her a shag since my goblin booty wasn’t good enough to get your cock outta yer breeches!” Saying this much louder than she should have, Rhaz proceeded to laugh. “Unless maybe ya had a change of heart and wanna tap this freckled, green pussy of mine?”

Franklin did want to have a go at her, but he continued to think of Margaret. He spoke softly, “Actually Rhaz, well. I’ve got a situation and I need your help. That bargain with my wife and Big Fin. If we can’t get out of it, I need something to help her endure it. Something that’ll stop her from getting with child would be a nice bonus.” Franklin kept darting his eyes everywhere, hoping that Big Fin wasn’t anywhere nearby.

“Ohhh, I’ve got potions for that sort of thing for sure. And equipment. You wouldn’t wanna see all the details I don’t think. You seem a bit prudish, but your wife is gonna have to see what I do to her to keep her troll baby free. I’ll keep it between us ladies, so send her my way.” Rhaz grinned as Franklin turned his back on her to go get his wife. “Oh and one more thing. As thanks for helping you and your wife out, I’ll be calling on you for a favor.”

Franklin very anxiously walked away. He could only imagine what the short greenskin would make him do as he returned to his wife.

Margaret frowned, “Well? You don’t have anything with you Franklin! I thought-”

Franklin raised a hand. The poor guy hadn’t even stripped off his bloody heavy armor yet, and his agitation was starting to show in his mannerisms. “Go speak with Rhaz. She’s an alchemist. She’s a goblin, but you can trust her.” Franklin sighed heavily then looked into his wife’s eyes. “We’ll get through this. The hardest part is over, soldiers fought for their lives, for our lives. We won the battle. Now we just have to see this through.”

Margaret understood how her husband felt, as she had been safely tucked away here while her husband journeyed through unknown wilderness to find mercenaries. And Franklin just seiged his own castle town to retake it. Even though she’d helped people coming off the battlefield before, she never had to do actual battle on a front line. The reality of what Franklin just went through was still something she didn’t fully comprehend. Her current situation was embarassing and even disgusting. She grew more worried by the minute and hurried off to see the goblin.

Margaret approached Rhaz and wasn’t exactly encouraged, as the little woman was chugging from a wine bottle. “Ah, hello miss. Franklin says that you will help me with, uh…” She did not want to admit what she might have to do.

Rhaz lifted the bottle from her lips with a popping sound. “I got just the right thing to help ya take a fat, tree trunk of a cock that ol’ king has under that loincloth! Come on back here behind this hut. We’ll get you sorted out where nobody else can see ya! I do have to probe that box of yours to make sure everything is how it needs to be.” The goblin gestured to the backside of the hut, where they could be out of sight.

Margaret tried to sound confident. “Alright! Franklin trusts you, so I do too! I’m in your hands!” She followed Rhaz.

“And then you’ll be in Big Fin’s! Bwahahaha! You’ll have to tell me all about it. As a tiny girl myself, I drink this potion all the time. Speaking of big cocks, how’s Franklin’s? Think I’d need my magic stretchy ointment if I ended up in a bed with him?”

Ordinarily Margaret would have been more outwardly upset about such a question. Because of her situation though, she felt her face blush as red as her hair. Her reaction just made Rhaz laugh.

“Alright, alright, I can see that you’re really sweating your situation. Here. Lay down on this blanket I rolled out and hike up that gown of yours. I’m surprised it doesn’t smell worse considering it's the only thing you been wearing here all week.”

Margaret did as she was bid. She had not found her underwear, and was completely nude from her belly button down as she held her gown up to her waist. She lowered herself to sit on the blanket.

“First up, drink this. Then I’ll apply an ointment to your snatch! I’ve gotta be really thorough, so you might not like this. Or, you might really like it - it’s been a while since I fooled around with another woman so I might be a bit rusty.”

Margaret narrowed her eyes as she listened. She didn’t want to be violated by a goblin girl either, but Rhaz was a far cry from Big Fin. Having tolerated so much from the river troll already, this deviate flirtation didn’t bother her too much. She took the small flask in one hand while still holding her gown up with her other hand. “All of it? There’s quite a bit in here…” Margaret swished the metal flask around in her hand.

“Yep, the whole thing. That should make your box so flexible that you could take a Cerberus’ set of cocks all at once! They have three, right?”

Whether or not Rhaz was confusing their heads with their cocks or making a joke about the mythological canine, Margaret didn’t know. She also didn’t particularly care, and downed the entire bottle of stuff she’d been given. She was pleasantly surprised by the taste of the potion, appreciating the peachy flavored brew. Almost immediately, Margaret started to feel a warmth spreading through her body that was not unlike the warmth she felt when drinking brandy. She set the flask to the side, laid back on her elbows and spread her knees to expose herself to the goblin.

Unfortunately for Margaret, Rhaz didn’t intend to simply help her out. The goblin was going to aid her of course, but the potion that she had the redhead imbibe was entirely elective. It was also a powerful aphrodisiac that would no doubt have Margaret squealing blissfully on Big Fin’s cock when their time together finally came. Keeping this knowledge to herself, the mischievous goblin had more planned.

Plucking a metal device and a bottle of ointment from her pockets, Rhaz proceeded to spread some of the cream into her green hands. She knelt and moved between Margaret's feet, while trying to hide her enthusiasm. The goblin placed her ointment-covered palms on the human's crotch and started to rub the length of her pussy. Rhaz noticed that Margaret's nether lips were already swelling and parted easily, revealing moisture shining on the pink interior.

“Hey if I’m not mistaken, it looks to me like yer lookin’ forward to this!” Knowing it was the aphrodisiac potion that was affecting Margaret’s libido, Rhaz started to rub her stretching ointment into her partner’s clit.

The intimate caressing would have aroused Margaret, even without the aphrodisiac. But with it, she was surprised to let out a moan and realized how excited she was. “N-not at all! I’m just, I don't know!” Since Margaret didn’t know much about alchemy, the thought of Rhaz’ potion causing her sudden arousal didn’t cross her mind.

“Well I won’t blame ya for getting a little worked up. You’re married to prince charming, so it’s actually pretty understandable that you’d want the other end of the spectrum! I totally get it!” Maintaining her playful tone, Rhaz stood up and grabbed her bottle of wine, downing the rest of it. She tossed the bottle into the trees. “Now this next bit is what you’re really going to want to thank me for. A sort of contraceptive is going into you next!” Rhaz smeared the stretching ointment all over the metallic device.

This was also a lie, but Margaret couldn’t have known that. Trusting her husband who trusted this goblin, she breathed deeply while she felt a metallic device being inserted into her pussy. It wasn’t painful at all and the contraption quickly warmed from the heat of her body. Rhaz continued to massage Margaret’s mound and clit with her wet, green hands. It took a minute of pushing, but eventually Margaret could feel the device deep inside her sheath, causing a stretching sensation.

Margaret continued to hold her gown in both hands and watched between her legs as the goblin massaged her pussy and manipulated the metal device inside her. “What is this supposed to do exactly?” Margaret finally asked.

“Easy now. I have to use this device to open yah up a little so that I can get my tincture inside you. Don’t want your pussy to stretch and have your insides get all ruined, do you? I gotta get it all over in there.” Continuing to work while she spoke, Rhaz explained, “That pressure you feel is me tightening up the entrance to your womb a bit. Think of it like... Instead of Big Fin taking stabs at your womb, the area around that opening will be tight, but stretchy. He won’t be able to get into it, but it’ll stretch. It’s a complicated process actually, I can’t exactly explain it all to someone unfamiliar with alchemy!” Finally deciding to give up on her fake explanation, Rhaz stopped talking and concentrated. She spent another minute opening Margaret’s cervix substantially, ensuring that she’d get pregnant, despite declaring that she’d do the opposite.

“And that's done. You’re all lubed up and good to go!” Rhaz lied, and slowly pulled the device out, but didn’t let Margaret get up. Interested in her as much as she was her husband, the goblin lamented that the redhead would be filled with baby trolls in the coming days. Pregnant women weren’t her thing, so this was her last shot at a little bit of fun with her. Rhaz hoped that after Margaret was pregnant with a halfbreed or three, she’d be able to finally get a shot at the human's husband. 

“Thanks I gu-!” Readying herself to get up, Margaret instead watched as Rhaz bent down and placed her dark green lips on her clit. The goblin actually started to suck at it and nibble. And to Margaret’s surprise, it didn’t hurt at all. 

Proving to her redhead partner that the magic ointment worked, Rhaz proceeded to greedily suck harder and chew on the human's clit. She was so aggressive that Margaret would have been worried that she might chew it off, had she not been feeling so much pleasure from the goblin's actions.

“Is this...ohh... part of the procedure?” Margaret pleaded as the sun finally started to set.

Rhaz lifted her mouth briefly, “Nah, I just wanted a taste of ya before the big guy made a mess here.” Rhaz then sucked hard on Margaret’s clit before releasing it. She opened her mouth wide so that Margaret could watch her green tongue as she pushed it against the human's pussy. Her tongue spread Margaret's lips and collected the feminine dew as she licked up and over her clit. “You’re definitely my type, that’s for sure. Quivering like you haven’t had sex before. I should have mentioned that the stuff I rubbed on you will let you feel things you’d never normally be able to feel! What I’m doing to ya is evidence enough for that.”

The goblin was making a good point as Margaret hadn’t ever felt her clit swollen and burning with such need before. The goblin ducked back down and pushed her tongue into the human's sweltering snatch. Disabled by the pleasure she felt, Margaret let her knees fall wider apart as she watched the beautiful gobliness bury her green nose into the curly red hairs on her mound. Her legs were quivering as much as her pussy was.

The sun was completely down and torches were being lit all around the village. Apparently experienced at exploring other women, Rhaz didn’t need any illumination to work her tongue, fingers and lips over Margaret's pussy. After a few minutes, the goblin succeeded in her quest, and felt the noblewoman shudder and gush all over her face. Margaret let out several loud moans, causing trolls and goblins to question who had started fucking already. Once Margaret hit her peak, control over her body returned and she scooted away from the femcum soaked goblin.

Rhaz grinned. Her dark green lips and chin glistened with Margaret's juices. “Now that was a treat. I’ll take that as your gift for all the help I gave ya!” Rhaz sat up on her ass. The aroused goblin worked herself out of her leather pants, then proceeded to begin masturbating right in front of Margaret.

It was all too much for Margaret. She attempted to stifle her chemically induced lust and pushed her dress back down. With the unknowningly deceptive feminine contraceptive assistance from Rhaz complete, Margaret climbed to her feet. She could barely see Rhaz in the dim light, but could tell that the goblin was going to masturbate to completion. Margaret turned and left, seeking Franklin - they had more to discuss.

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Thoughts bounced in her mind, I didn’t even think about all the stuff that Rhaz brought up! What if the ointment she applied isn’t strong enough. What if Big Fin breaks my bones or worse?! All of this displeasure will have been for nothing if I never get to sleep in my own bed again! I’ve got to ask Franklin to protect me if worse comes to worst. I need his word! Margaret quickly walked around the village, avoiding trolls and humans alike - she didn’t want to see the few soldiers here that served her husband while she was disheveled.

Before long, Margaret spotted Franklin. He’d finally gotten his armor off and was standing next to an open fire with a troll basting a roasting gator. She hurried up to her husband, throwing herself into his chest.

“Hun, how did everything turn out?” Franklin asked, his attitude and demeanor was much more relaxed now that he had time to change.

Margaret waited for the troll to leave before she whispered. “I need you to promise me that if this gets out of hand - if we can’t get Big Fin completely wasted and if he does try and fuck me, that you’ll kill him if my body can’t take it. I need you to promise me!”

Franklin was taken aback by his wife’s words as well as the frantic nature with which they were spoken. Margaret wasn’t one to casually throw around obscenities either, so he knew that she was actually very worried. “Relax hun, did Rhaz help you or-”

Margaret cut off her husband. “She helped. But I want you to promise me, I mean it. Promise me that if I shout... If I shout ‘Caltian’ you’ll rescue me. If it becomes too much!” Margaret rubbed her thighs together as she spoke,. Her arousal continued to rise as a result of the potion Rhaz’ had provided.

“A-alright, I promise. If I hear the name Caltian, while you’re with Big Fin I’ll... Intervene.” Not wanting to promise he’d kill the troll, Franklin chose his words carefully. No matter how frantic Margaret was, he knew there must be other ways out of it. “So you'll want me nearby when he’s…” Franklin trailed off.

Margaret knew what he was asking. “I do! I know that’s asking a lot of you, but this is such a terrifying situation for me to be in!”

Despite the fact that she still loved Franklin and always would, she was getting to be as frustrated with him as he was with her. This whole situation would have tested any couple, and they were no different. Both of them were still far away from wanting to burn their relationship to the ground, but if things did not improve, they’d get there eventually. Still, Franklin knew that his unwillingness to have Roland executed had caused this.

He acquiesced, and hoped that things would be turning around soon. “I’ll do it Margaret, I promise. If I hear ‘Caltian’ I’ll come to your rescue and we can figure out where to go from there.” Franklin leaned in for a kiss. Margaret returned the kiss passionately, and pressed her generous bosom into her husband's chest.

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After this romantic reunion, the couple wanted to remain together throughout the festivities, but that just wasn’t going to be possible. Big Fin showed up once the moon was in the sky, its full form helping to light up the encampment. He held the spear with Roland’s head, which was now coated in a hardened and preserving sap that stunk strongly of pine.

This turned out to be a sort of boon for Margaret however. Once Big Fin handed the impaled head back to Franklin, the river troll scooped her into his arms. The scent of the sap served to mask the troll’s natural odor, which relieved her. Franklin thanked Big Fin for processing his enemy's head and awkwardly set it aside. He needed to remain nearby his wife, but maintain the appearance of celebration. He’d start by ordering some troll grog and seeing where the night went from there.

As for Margaret, Big Fin didn’t plan on letting her out of his sight for the rest of the night . Goblins came to chat with him and various river trolls bowed before him, throwing some of their loot into a pile at his feet. Seated on a large wooden chair that was rather sophisticated, the troll kept Margaret sideways on his lap while he ate and drank.

“I been lookin’ forward to tonight! We finally get to enjoy each other.” Big Fin said at one point. “Would take you home now, but tradition for king to stay seated until midnight after successful raid.” 

Margaret could not have cared less about what Big Fin had to say. In fact, she was actually fighting off lewd thoughts about the huge troll. Still unaware that her arousal was caused by the potion Rhaz had given her, Margaret was fidgeting atop her host while trying to keep the secret that her pussy was eager and her stiff nipples strained against the fabric of her dress. This didn’t work, because after a short while in his lap, Big Fin moved one of his large hands under her dress and his fingers quickly discovered her wet pussy.

“Haha, you excited too! Hold it though, cannot do nothing til later. Nothin’ with my cock.” After saying this, Big Fin began stroking the length of her nether lips and pushed one finger inside.

She knew everyone could see that the troll king had one hand under her dress. She blushed at this and put her hands on her face as Franklin was seated and watching from a dozen feet away. It was clear to Margaret that he could see what was going on and she was unable to look her husband in the eye. She did notice however that once her husband realized she was being fondled, he took a long draw from his tankard and stumbled away to get another one.

Her thoughts were racing. I hope he doesn’t black out before Big Fin does! I hope he knows I’m not choosing to be aroused by this, I don’t know why I am so aroused! I should have something to drink too, hell, maybe if I pass out, they’ll both leave me be. Embarassed and frustrated, Margaret reached for Big Fin’s cup of grog just as he was going for it.

He saw this and allowed her to take it from him. “Oh? You like grog? This stronger than grog had last night.”

Big Fin’s comment excited Margaret and her quest to get drunk. She hefted the large cup and started to drink the stuff down, but nearly retched after only two mouthfuls.

Cough. “ACK! This IS strong!” Margaret sputtered and coughed again.

Her reaction made all the nearby trolls and goblins start hollering and laughing, glad that she apparently wanted to partake in the festivities with them. That wasn’t the case, but she wasn’t about to correct a collection of drunken, barely humanoid beings.

Big Fin used his free hand to snag a piece of fish and eat it bones and all. “Told ya! Bwahaha, at least you have some. Nothin’ beat grogged up sex. You can go wild and enjoy yourself.” He chewed with his mouth open then plucked the large cup from Margaret's hands. He took a gulp of grog smaller than the one she had, indicating to her that she may well be in serious trouble with regards to her sobriety.

While Big Fin exchanged battle stories with his cohorts, he continued to molest Margaret under her dress. She would have put up a fight but she was horny and felt hopeless, even more so when an hour had passed and her mind was numbed by the grog. Big Fin had gone through three tankards of the stuff and wasn’t showing any signs of being drunk. She thought that the plan of getting the troll wasted was not going to work. Through her hazy stupor she had to watch while Franklin got drunk himself. And at some point, Rhaz had joined her husband. 

One of the worst parts about being forced to sit on Big Fin’s lap was that when he ate, crumbs and scraps of whatever he was shoveling into his mouth rained down into Margaret’s hair. She was able to brush most of them off, but drops of grog soaked into her dress, making her smell like fish and grog. And Big Fin was giving her pussy middling attention. Sure, when Rhaz was sucking on her clit she managed to have an orgasm, but that was far more intimate and deliberate. The beast she was seated on held one finger in her pussy and remembered to move it from time to time. But he was clearly just teasing her and fondling her as a trophy and he wasn’t trying to please her. She knew this to be the case because his cock underneath her was not stiff.

More time passed and Margaret’s snatch continued to itch for more and get wetter. She had imbibed a few more gulps of grog but did not develop much of an appetite for anything other than more foreplay and some cock, the latter of which was coming soon. Nearing midnight, Franklin stopped drinking as heavily as he had earlier in the party. This thought only made her feel worse about Franklin’s situation. Her husband had all but two of his men absent as most of them remained at New Caltian in order to repair it for their liege. Rhaz had not stopped drinking, and she also snorted some of a shimmering teal powder that she pulled out of a pouch. Whatever that was made the pretty goblin as boisterous as the troll king. Franklin had to excuse himself from her as the goblin's top came off and other male goblins gathered around her to kiss her tits.

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When midnight finally came around, everyone knew it. Horns started sounding all over the village and almost everyone was utterly shit-faced. Big Fin wasn’t, and Margaret knew it was because he wanted to enjoy her body with a sharp enough mind so that he could remember the encounter, which she was certain would never happen again. Franklin thought the same thing, but the couple couldn’t have been more wrong.

“Everyone!” Big Fin shouted as he withdrew his hand from Margaret's dress and proceeded to stand up. He had his arm around her, pulling her body into his. “Now midnight. Time for me to take my leave! I am tired after battle and feast.” Big Fin paused while all of his congregation cheered for him, minus Franklin and Margaret, of course. “Enjoy the rest of the feast!”

He downed the rest of his grog and loosed a belch so loud Margaret actually covered her ears. Then, he hefted his prize in one arm as though she were a child, and headed to his home. Franklin followed his wife and Big Fin at a distance and Margaret could see him sneak to the other side of the troll king’s abode, where he’d be able to keep an eye on her through the open windows.

Having been around Big Fin all week, as well as having slept in his bed, and dealing with his groping, Margaret was actually fairly comfortable being manhandled by the creature. She’d changed a lot since she first ran into him - he was still repulsive in many ways, but like anyone working with something unpleasant for a time, she had grown used to him. How she was being treated and what she was being forced to do disgusted Franklin much more than it did her at the moment.

“Me have waited long time Margaret!” Big Fin’s English speaking skills were faltering because of his arousal.

Margaret was thrown into his bed softly. As she rolled to sit up, she could see that her partner had already removed the scant clothing he wore. Now nude, he was squeezing his cock, but managed to remain somewhat soft. Like on the nights prior, the duo were illuminated by Big Fin’s glowing plants. Their aura enabled Margaret to see the familiar nubs and veins on the troll’s dick, which actually excited her this time.

“Uh, y-yea, me too!” Margaret lied. She expected Big Fin to show some restraint and go slow like he had all week, but that wasn’t to be the case.

Now that Big Fin was able to claim Margaret and fulfill the bargain, he could barely contain himself. Reaching forward over his silk and pillow covered stone bed, the troll pinched the collar of Margaret’s soiled dress and tugged. It ripped from collar to shoulder and he tugged harder, causing the silk fabric to tear down to her elbows and the seams at her sides split open.

“W-woah! Hey! Big Fin!” Margaret shouted. This was her only piece of clothing after all, and for her to leave this troll’s house she’d have to fashion some impromptu clothing out of her torn dress or the silk sheets. She suddenly imagined all of the fluids that would be spilled on his bed tonight. Wearing the bedding would tell every troll, goblin and human in the village that Margaret and Big Fin were lovers and she didn’t want that to be common knowledge, even if some folks already suspected it.

“I get you new dress in your castle town." He tugged again, tearing the sides of the silk dress down to her hips. "Think of you in many pretty clothes. No other humans there compared to Margaret!”

The dress hung from her wrists as she tried to pull the fabric from his grasp. She realized it was futile and released her grip. Big Fin yanked the dress off her wrists and down her legs. He flung the torn fabric to the side. Not wasting time, Big Fin stepped forward and pushed Margaret onto her back. Knowing better than to resist and already resigned to her sordid fate, she spread her legs, expecting the troll king to slam his sausage into her immediately. Surprised to see and feel that this wasn’t the case, Margaret felt the troll’s hot face mashing into her crotch. He also gripped both of her thighs and spread them wide so that her red-furred muff was completely defenseless. 

Her first thought was of the feast. Uhg, after eating fish and gators, and drinking for hours he wants to lick me with that mouth? These creatures are clueless and nasty! But, I can tell by how he’s nipping at my clit and folds that the ointment is working. I should be safe, perhaps my best course of action is to just get this over with. Knowing that Franklin was on the other side of the window and watching, Margaret planned to just take whatever came. She also did her best to rid her mind of her husband.

Margaret heard a moan and realized that it was her own voice. “Mnh, oh!?” Letting out an unintended squeal, Margaret brought both of her hands to her large breasts and started kneading them. Her fingers worked over her stiff nipples and pinched them, giving her more pleasure. The potion that Rhaz had her drink was long lasting, and the arousal it stiimulated served to keep her awake. The potion’s effect on Margaret was progressively making her more sensitive. When she felt Big Fin wrapping his lips around her spit-soaked clit to give it a suck, she cried out loudly.

Goddess! I just had an orgasm from having this troll licking my clit! He hasn’t even started to fuck me yet and I am so turned on. Maybe it was the grog? Privy to some mischief being afoot but unable to determine what was making her so horny, Margaret tried to keep her arousal tamped down and not moan. It was the least she could do to make Franklin understand that she was not enjoying the situation. But she failed. Moaning with each suck from Big Fin’s mouth, the redhead was quickly losing her cool while her body’s desire was getting hotter.

“Sluuuuuuuuurp." Big Fin was enjoying his prize. "Love the sounds you make. Me better with my cock than my tongue so you love this. We fuck until morning! Then I visit you in castle, dress you up. Me and your man good friends after battle now.”

Agitated that Big Fin brought up her husband, Margaret decided to go all in. “Us human girls are pretty tight compared to your kind... Do you really think you can do it for that long?” She whispered so that Franklin couldn’t hear it.

This question made Big Fin fervent, and he dug his tongue into her loins and licked her clit rapidly, building her up to another orgasm that rippled through her body. These first two orgasms weren’t mind-shattering so much as body easing - they helped Margaret relax and accept what was going on, but her partner didn’t plan to sit between her legs and work her up to another. Now that he had his fill of her pussy juice, Big Fin reached his arms around her legs and pulled her closer to him while his massive, olive green pillar hovered above her crotch.

“Last time I tried hump human woman... Things not go well. I hope you better than she was!”

Margaret’s eyes went wide when she heard this, and the bravado that she was trying to show seconds ago was stifled. Hearing that she wasn’t this troll’s first human woman, and that the last one either suffered some sort of damage or worse, she mentally prayed. Prayed that the ointment all in her pussy was going work, Margaret just twisted her nipples and spread her knees further.

Big Fin leaned back slightly, slithering the swollen tip of his two-foot long shaft down Margaret's pale belly. The ribbed tip oozed pearly precum and left a slimy trail over her curly red hair as he positioned himself at her entrance. The river troll pushed the tip of his spear into Margaret for the first time. The wide head splayed her nether lips apart as her pussy opened to take the bumpy green cock. He kept pushing and she felt the pressure grow as she accomodated his length within her. After a moment of feeling utterly full, she could feel the trolls balls touching her ass and realized that from tip to base, Big Fin’s cock was rammed into her. And Margaret felt sublime.

There wasn’t an ounce of discomfort and she let the troll king know it by bellowing a few pleasurable moans. These cries of pleasure made Big Fin ease up, because he thought that he might be hurting the human woman. Feeling her feet hook the sides of his knobby green ass and pull his hips to her, he knew that he wasn’t hurting her, and he was ready to lose himself to his primal, hedonistic side. Grunting loudly, he slowly pulled back and slowly pushed his cock into her again. Then he lowered his face to hers.

Because of their size difference, what was meant to be a kiss coming from Big Fin, but turned out to be a smothering action. His puffy green lips covered Margaret's face from nose to chin and his hot tongue pressed against her mouth. She was forced to taste his swampy, fish and beer flavored tongue as it probed her mouth. This had the positive effect of smothering Margaret’s moans while her pussy was spread wide by his troll cock, which, thanks to her salve, could be felt on every cell of her pussy.

“Mmph! Uwoo! HMMPH!” Margaret let out her cries into Big Fin’s face as her hips were seizing and her clit was throbbing.

The troll began humping faster, pulling his green cock halfway out and them forcefully slamming it back into the human woman. This caused his stone bed to rock and the wooden headboard to bang into the wall over and over again, making a clopping concert for Franklin to hear. Luckily for Margaret, now that she was being properly fucked by the troll king, she didn’t think about her husband at all. All of her thoughts revolved around her pussy accepting the big troll cock and the weight of her partner on her. She reached up to hold onto the sides of his bumpy green arms as her large pale breasts wobbled with each thrust.

From Franklin’s perspective, things were going well. With nothing to distract himself because he had to remain alert in case Margaret needed him, she was all he could think about. When he heard her moaning and heard the wooden bed slamming into the wall he was crouched below, it was almost too much to bear. Even worse, he could feel his cock getting hard thanks to the sounds his wife was making. She was clearly enjoying whatever was happening.

Curious about what Big Fin was doing to draw such a response out of his wife, Franklin chanced a glimpse inside the troll’s home. At the angle that he had, Franklin could clearly see the couple fucking. Big Fin was somewhat facing away from the window, so there was no chance that the troll was going to see him. Big Fin’s face was hovering above Margaret’s, and it was then that Franklin saw why her moaning had become muffled. Sickened by the sight of his wife sucking the troll's tongue and kissing the giant oaf passionately, he wanted to slink into the woods and die. Seeing Big Fin’s bumpy green ass clutched between his wife's creamy white legs nearly made Franklin wretch, and it was then that he had to think of something that would make him feel better.

There’s no way she can be enjoying this! There’s just no way! He shivered at the wet slapping sounds of the troll fucking his wife. It wasn’t only the sight, but the swampy, sour smell coming through the window that made Franklin’s stomach turn. Maybe he forced her to pretend to enjoy it? I would have heard her protest though, I’ve been in ear shot this entire time! Margaret knows that too, surely she wouldn’t be making so much noise for me to hear, like she’s enjoying this!?

At a total loss for his next course of action, Franklin started to feel dizzy. Understanding that what was unfolding was taxing his mind and that it couldn’t be undone, he started to clumsily walk around to the front of the house. Opening the front door, he stared right across the main living area and into the bedroom to see his pale readhead wife being fucked by the nine-foot green troll. Delirious with confused lust of his own, and the desire to save his wife, Franklin started to approach the bedroom. But he only made to the doorway before he fell to his knees and collapsed, passing out on the floor.

He briefly woke up again, only to groggily see both Big Fin and Margaret staring at him from atop the troll’s bed. Although they were both looking at him, they weren’t focused on him. They had changed position so that his wife was on her hands and knees facing the doorway and the troll was towering behind her, also facing the doorway as he ploughed Margaret from behind. Franklin welcomed unconsciousness again while hearing his wife's voice and the deeper troll's voice both moaning passionately.

With her potential savior passed out, Margaret was left to suffer Big Fin’s onslaught. We’ve been having sex for at least two hours now and my body won’t stop! My pussy is on fire and this monster’s cock is the only thing that scratches the itch! He hasn’t said anything but 'turn over' an hour ago. He’s just humping me, making a mess of my pussy! I’ve had too many orgasms to count and somehow Fin’s still not blown his load! Losing her mind to her lust for the troll's cock, Margaret ignored her husband on the floor. She figured he had just given up, while Big Fin assumed her husband had too much to drink - that was how most trolls fell asleep after a raid, anyway.

Margaret was questioning how Big Fin managed to hold off his orgasm for so long, but her timing couldn’t have been more on point. As those thoughts ran through her head, the troll stopped humping and she felt the green shaft pulse. She felt the hot troll cum flood into her. Aside from the very first time, when Big Fin had masturbated in front of her at the river and spewed his troll tar on her face, she had been able to avoid his troll cum for the last five days. At night she stroked his cock and pointed it away from her when he erupted. Well... also except for the last evening before the battle when he managed to fuck her thighs and sprayed his cum against her panties. Now, the sensation of feeling his slimy, unquestionably foul spunk paint the insides her demure royal body, was so deviant for Margaret, that she had an immediate orgasm of her own. The knobby troll cock was fully sheathed inside her and pulsed again. The ribbed tip pumped another serving of troll sludge into her womb.

“I’m sorry Franklin…! AHHHHN!!!” Margaret shouted, realizing that she was now officially tainted.

But her words were drowned out over the sound of Big Fin's bodacious howling. Hilted completely inside the human woman, Big Fin spewed the rest of his mighty load, causing some to seep out from around their union and make a frothy mess at his crotch. Margaret was bloated with more cum than a human would normally be able to take. She knew she would stretch because of the ointment applied hours ago. Thinking that her partner was now as sated as she was, Margaret prepared to slip off of his cock, but he wrapped his large green hands around her pale white hips and held her in place.

Margaret gasped, “Y-you had your release! We both did. I don’t understand how you can- GUH!”

Trying to question her powerful lover about his biology at a time like this was foolish, and the troll ignored her bickering. He was thrilled that this human woman could endure mating with a troll. He’d fuck until his body was too exhausted to continue. Realizing that she was his prisoner from now until he was done with her, or her ointment expired and she was potentially split in two, Margaret now had to worry about how long that tincture was going to last.

Fortunately for her, it was made by a goblin who didn’t want to have to apply it every time she wanted a fuck, and its effects would last weeks at a time. One of the other benefits to having used the ointment inside as well as around her crotch, was that Margaret’s hips and thighs were affected as well. While she was in this position held firmly by Big Fin, and filled with his troll cock, she felt no pain at all.

Thank the gods I brought this up with Franklin, arg! If I didn’t get treated with Rhaz’ ointment I’d be dead! My story’d be over... The final moments of my life filthy, sweaty, stinky, covered in troll cum. I’d have bled out on the floor of this bedroom… At the very least I can be proud of the fact I’ll survive and make it out of here! Having a moment of clear thought, Margaret noticed that the bodily desire for another orgasm began to rise inside of her nethers again.

Big Fin deposited troll cum inside Margaret two more times over the next few hours. Margaret felt pleasurable heights that she wanted to experience more and more. Although she’d never admit it, when the sun started to rise she actively wanted her green, bumpy skinned lover to give her all he had. Swallowing the urge to beg him for a final load so that they could get some rest, Margaret’s face was mashed against the bed while she was fucked hard from behind.

Growing weary herself despite how good she felt, Margaret could sense that her partner was tiring. His breathing had grown raspy, his thrusting and general movements much less assertive or feral. Assuming that Big Fin was at his limit, Margaret rotated her hips as best she could, dumbfounded by the fact that he had actually had his cock inside of her for at least eight hours. With the taste of his spit still in her mouth, Margaret’s sloppy pussy convulsed and squeezed around the green pillar inside of her. This was enough to bring Big Fin to his proverbial knees.

Fuming, the troll rammed forward, crashing Margaret’s bust and face against the bed. Although this was uncomfortable, the liquid heat that Margeret felt entering her womb caused her to roll her eyes up into her head while her tongue fell out of her mouth. She’d orgasmed so much and moaned so frequently that her mouth was dry and her throat was hoarse. It was at the height of this orgasm that she felt a small orb or bead of sorts moving along the underside of Big Fin’s shaft, and into her. He even wrapped his arms around her more snugly to ensure that she wasn’t going to get away from whatever he was ejaculating into her.

Not fearful, Margaret continued to flex her hips so that she could ride out her orgasm for as long as possible. This meant that she was still being penetrated and that strange orb finally entered the tip of Big Fin’s dick. Then the glob spewed out against the opening to Margaret’s womb. Unbeknownst to her, it was a thick cap of cum that locked her cervix shut and ensured that her pregnancy was guaranteed. It would have happened even if Rhaz hadn’t done the devious thing that she did earlier by dilating Margaret’s inner workings. This penultimate ejaculate sealed her fate as a troll mother, and managed to satisfy both her and her troll lover.

Everything went dark for Margaret at last, as she collapsed under Big Fin’s overstuffed gut. The morning sun shone through the window, illuminating her distended, cum bloated belly, so that when Franklin woke he’d have a front row seat to see just how disgraced his wife had become.

Continued in Chapter 5

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