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Blood boils within him as Zul'jin follows a strange set of tracks. This set of fresh tracks must be the sign of those pesky elves. The Warlord clenches his fist with fervent fury. He knows those intruders don't belong here.

It has been many years since they took his eye, and he forfeited his arm to escape captivity. Every ounce of his body heats with rage at the thought of those pinkskins.

He closes in on the tracks. They're far from the sign of a fellow brother or sister, especially so far north in the Ghostlands. Elves aren't typically this small, are they? Perhaps it's been some time, or his vision is starting to fail him.

Zul'jin reads on, fueled by spite. The tracks come to a complete halt as if whoever left them took off from the ground. The troll examines his surroundings. The path has been worn through the years by countless elves and trolls. Trees scatter to the side, but still. There is no sign of what could've happened. The tracks lead nowhere.

He glances above him as a rope trap shoots from the sides. Zul'jin reflexively reaches his lone arm to stop it, but it's too late.

He growls furiously. There's no way this is an elf's doing. He would've smelled their scent if they were so close.

He flinches when a sharp sting runs down his spine. Before he knows it, the world grows dim as he falls into unconsciousness.

As his single eye strains to open, Zul'jin glances around the room. His vision is too blurry as he attempts to stand up. The hulking troll nearly falls over as he quickly realizes his arm and legs are bound to a tree, hindering his mobility. He falls onto his knees as his vision begins to clear. He seems to be in someone's camp, definitely not an elf's doing.

A pitched voice speaks up as his ears reflexively direct themself to the source.

A goblin steps into view as it speaks up, "The Warlord of the Amani, so good to see you're finally awake. Looks like you were trying to cross the border to elf lands and walked straight into my... well, I'd like to call it an ambush."

Zul'jin attempts to retort but gets halted by the gag already in his mouth. The goblin snickers while approaching Zul'jin. The troll reflexively shifts in his binds, quickly noticing how easily he could break out of it. He waits for the goblin to get closer before he does anything rash. He will not die for some petty glory or whatever these money-loving creatures seek.

The tiny greenskin continues to speak, "Oh, what fortune I have for you to be here... and what fun experiments I can try out."

Zul'jin strains as he can feel his heart beating within his chest. His nose reflexively sniffs. He can smell some faint sweat from the goblin, causing heat to rise within his loins. His smelling has never been so acute. Somehow, it's nearly tempting to smell the goblin. No, he shouldn't want to be smelling the pest!

Zul'jin growls as he realizes he's completely stripped of clothing.

The goblin smirks, "Can you feel it? I've heard a lot of things about trolls. And someone as valuable as the Amani Warlord is sure to give me some good cash."

Zul'jin watches in a mixture of horror and confusion as the little goblin begins grinning mischievously. His desire to crush the nuisance now completely washed away by a burning desire within him.

His manhood erects, rising to full mast in nearly an instant. Zul'jin has never been so utterly consumed by his arousal before. A steady stream of precum leaks from the tip of his length, much to the goblin's amusement.

"So virile... I wonder how much I can make off of your seed..."

Zul'jin attempts to growl angrily but ends up salivating in anticipation of the goblin's touch.

The goblin steps closer, touching the cum-leaking head of Zul'jins shaft. "Who knew this aphrodisiac would be so powerful... It's a good thing I used an entire dosage... Isn't it?"

Zul'jin trembles desperately in barely concealed anticipation. The throbbing of his erection rocks his entire core, begging for more attention from the duo of small goblin hands.

The goblin climbs Zul'jin while giving a taunting laugh, wholly dwarfed by the troll's tremendous size and musculature. Zul'jin quivers in anticipation as the goblin begins rubbing his chest.

"Hah... So big... I love how big you trolls can get..."

Zul'jin sighs with need as the goblin begins to worship him in admiration.

The goblin speaks up as he buries himself into Zul'jins broad chest. "Let's... call it a warm-up... I need you to give me all you got when it's time."

Zul'jin begins panting within his gag as the goblin licks his areola, breathing in his earthy scent, eager to give the Warlord the worshipping he's never gotten before.

Both of them are lathering at the mouth. The goblin stands on top of Zul'jins enormous manhood as he reaches up, admiring his shoulders before rubbing his single, toned arm.

"Everything about you is so big... I'm glad you're restrained..."

Zul'jin mumbles, his thoughts addled by his state of unbridled lust. He's never been touched in such a way before. Is it the drugs, or does he honestly enjoy being worshipped and admired? He takes strained breaths as the goblin steadily climbs down, stopping at his thick pectorals one last time.

The goblin grips them fiercely, admiring the defined musculature before giving an additional appreciative lick. The warmth of the troll's short fur is enthralling. The dull presence of Zul'jins beating heart beckons for the goblin to continue the worship.

As the goblin pulls back slightly, Zul'jin squirms softly, still in desperate need. His cock aches at the goblin's presence. The attention to his chest leaves his manhood neglected and still leaking copious amounts of precum.

Stepping down from Zul'jins girth, the goblin brings both hands to hold the glans._ "I think that's enough foreplay... now time for the main event."_

Zul'jin's saliva begins to drip down from his gag with a pitter-patter on the top of the goblin's head as the tiny greenskin begins to work away at the troll's pulsating erection.

The goblin smiles while lapping up precum,_ "Hah... I know I'm doing good when you're leaking at both ends..."_

With an obscene sniff, the goblin continues licking with clumsy eagerness, "You smell so good... So sweaty... musky... grassy. Troll mojo is also delicious..."

Zul'jin continues straining within his gag, growling softly. He's not sure if it's affection or anger at this point anymore. All he knows is that he needs more attention.

Eventually, the goblin begins working down the underside of his girth. Unable to fit its mouth past the glans, he slowly jerks off Zul'jin while making sure not to leave a single inch of the impressive erection untouched from the goblin tongue.

The goblin reaches a hand down to the duo of fuzzy balls that sway underneath his length. "So big..." the goblin remarks while holding the orbs.

Zul'jin's erection continues to throb with greater need.

"Hah, gotta wait. I'm not letting you come yet..."

The troll responds with a low growl, giving a forceful buck into the goblin's palms.

With long, painfully slow strokes, the goblin continues to work away at Zul'jin's resistance. The troll closes his eyes, straining within his bindings, on the verge of orgasm.

Without warning, the goblin pulls back again, "Nuh-uh. Too soon, big guy. I want to make sure I get the most out of you."

Zul'jin whimpers slightly at the rough pause, much to the goblin's amusement. He continues to pant heavily, cock twitching madly, unable to catch his release.

"That's what I like to hear. You'll only cum when I tell you to."

Reaching its face back toward the tip of Zul'jin's manhood, the goblin laps up at the steady stream of precum, relishing the salty taste of his seed._ "Mmm, like a pipe ready to burst... I need to make sure I'm ready."_

The goblin pulls out a few buckets and bottles in anticipation before returning attention to Zul'jin's aching need. With several more strokes and sensual licking, the Warlord can't take it anymore.

With a ferocious yell, Zul'jin finally cums, shooting wave after wave of cum into the goblin's awaiting face. The goblin wastes no time making sure to capture most of it within the buckets and vials he has lying around.

The goblin sneers coyly, "Your mojo is gonna make me one rich goblin, Zul'jin..."

Zul'jin doesn't seem to be stopping any time soon, filling each bucket past the brim to the point where there's nothing left to hold his seed. Every last container is filled, and he's still not done cumming.

The goblin quickly wraps its lips around the head of Zul'jin's manhood as his orgasm slowly dies down.

The goblin pulls back from the throbbing erection, hunger fully sated, "That sure was something. You're a pretty virile one, Warlord. I think my job here is done now."

The goblin slowly pulls away to seal every container and make sure he can sell them later.

Zul'jin growls furiously through his gag as the goblin holds onto his dick. Without warning, he tears away from his binds, prying the gag from his mouth.

The goblin squeals in fear as Zul'jin forcefully pins the lesser being beneath him. His throbbing erection steadily leaks a stream of cum, as if his orgasm hasn't taken even the slightest edge from his heat.

"Joo tink you can rob Zul'jin? Not rob my essence but also take my dignity?! Joo got anoda ting coming, little greenskin. De trolls have suffered enough, have had enough taken from dem. Now, it's time for payback, and joo will be da one to help me finish dis problem."

The goblin shrinks beneath Zul'jin's grasp, petrified; yet wholly aroused by the thought of being railed by the mighty Warlord. He keeps the goblin suspended off the ground, locked firmly within his single, massive hand.

Zul'jin wastes no time aligning the tip of his erection to the goblin's rear, "You're gonna be mine, little ting. Dis is what you wanted, right? Let's see if you can walk back and tell your friends joo tried to mess wit de Amani once I'm done wit ya."

With a single, forceful thrust, Zul'jin buries as much of his length into the goblin. It squeals in a mixture of pained pleasure. The only thing providing any lube is the excessive amounts of cum Zul'jin is leaking within it.

Zul'jin snarls as he rams into the goblin, using his only hand to drag its entire body up and down his length, "Dis what joo want?"

Holding back tears, the goblin desperately tries to adjust itself, clamping down on Zul'jins immense girth despite being pushed well beyond limits.

Zul'jin continues growling, speaking slowly between each powerful thrust,_ "Dat'll... Teach ya... not ta... mess wit... de Amani..!"_

The troll leans forward, no longer keeping the goblin suspended in the air on his erection. Setting the goblin on the ground, Zul'jin proceeds to rail him into the dirt, nearly pushing him deeper into the ground with each thrust.

The goblin gives a loud, lewd squeal before it cums, clamping down as its sphincter desperately attempts to milk Zul'jin of everything he's worth.

Zul'jin growls, relishing the sight of tears streaming down the goblin's face as he can feel himself on the verge of reaching climax.

The goblin gives a weak moan as Zul'jin's immense girth pulsates rhythmically within.

With a loud groan, Zul'jin cums once more, filling the goblin past its limits as a torrent of cum steadily leaks onto the ground beneath the couple.

Zul'jin continues panting heavily as his erection still doesn't die down. The goblin lies beneath the massive troll in a pool of his cum, utterly spent. With slow, defeated breaths, it looks toward Zul'jin with bleak hope.

Zul'jin smirks, "Hah... Maybe I just have ta keep going until your drugs wear off, tink you can handle it..?"

Shedding a tear, the goblin nods with faint eagerness, still wanting more of the troll's mojo.

Zul'jin gives a taunting grin, "Good, cause I wasn't taking no for an answer."