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“ACHOO! ACHOO! ACHOO!”

Twiggy sneezed, nearly bent over from the sudden outburst. Only to start again when another urge hit him in the back of the nose. He wasn’t sick by any means… The cold blizzard outside the cave he remained in was nothing he hadn’t experienced beforehand. Cold, snow, wind- they were things he knew intimately and his kind, too.

But he hadn’t expected his latest spell to backfire so much he landed in a place that looked similar to his homeland… Yet, so different.

Northrend. Zul’Drak, the Capital of the Drakkari Empire. His homeland. A region where snow, death, life, ice, mountains, and forests intermingled so closely they impacted one another. His current place was not so different from his home. But, within the wind, the plants, the rocks, the life, drummed a different tongue with dissimilar tones. He could understand them by calling onto the land, but he was certain: he wasn’t in Northrend. Nor was he on Azeroth.

And his host… Well. He looked just like one of his kind. And yet not.

Although, Twiggy wasn’t one to talk about differences and oddities among Trollkind: his tufty tail, gray fur, pawed hands, and elongated ears presented him as an anomaly to the Drakkari Trolls. Even his lithe build only exacerbated his differences as he straightened and escaped the cot’s embrace.

“You recovered, whelp?”

His host was… Too, different. He was a hulking beast, much like a berserker, but without the hunched posture. However, his blue skin wasn’t due to any moss or growth on it. His tusks were barely developed, and while the red streak of hair could be expected from a troll, his toes differed: he had three, but all on the front. Clearly, he wasn’t a Troll Troll. But something different whose crude voice could still be understood. The elements were strong with that one.

And his attitude breathed arrogance.

“Yes. I recovered,” said Twiggy as he brushed his fur. His Host had been kind enough to allow him entrance into that relatively well-decorated cave if furs and skins were a sign of good tastes, but Twiggy wasn’t looking to stay around. “Thank you for your generosity.”

“I don’t get your gibberish, whelp. But you’ll die out there; you’re too young and too scrawny. I won’t save you twice,” answered the blue-skinned Troll. His blue eyes were fixated on Twiggy… Observing him and focusing even on the Frost Troll's chest, belly, and then…

The nethers Twiggy covered right away, not desiring to be observed like a slab of meat. Many in his tribe and beyond counted on him as a brood bearer and nothing more for his anatomy.

“I won’t die. I’m perfectly fine. I’ll get out,” said Twiggy, red-faced.

“You’re ashamed of your tiny dick? Hah! You should be! But it’ll get bigger if you eat well, like me!”

The Troll chuckled and roared; grabbing his red loincloth, he started to flaunt his “size” by pulling on it up and down, unashamed. And… The smell of it was rough on Twiggy’s nose. That one wasn’t bathing as much as he needed. And he was fucking way more than he needed. How many partners he’d had? The Drakkari Troll wondered while clenching his jaw. The smell was intense, so intense. It was musky touches of resin and pine; it…

“Smell that, Whelp? A female! Maybe you’ll learn!”

Twiggy’s brows lifted as his host raised his nose and sniffed around with a devious smile. He focused on that scent, enough to stop his flaunting. But then, Twiggy suddenly felt his cheeks burning and clenched his thighs. However… It wasn’t enough. Not when his Host approached, sniffing and inhaling.

“Wait… No way. Whelp… You’re a female!” he laughed, roaring with his enormous, calloused hands wrapping around Twiggy’s waist. A movement, an approach that was so brutal, Twiggy showed his teeth and hissed.

“Let me go! I’m leaving!” he shouted, his ears standing up and his fur bristling from anger. Yet, it didn’t seem to deter his Host.

“I don’t get it! But you’re feisty, little weird female! Don’t worry. Trundle is a good lover,” said the bigger Troll as he kept Twiggy close through his strength. “You’re not strong, or enduring, or smart. But you’ll get a prince from me, little one.”

Twiggy’s ears burned at the tip, like an inferno starting and echoing what was between his clenched thighs the closer he remained to that “Trundle”.

His scent was strong, pungent, heady… And as he started to lift his loincloth, the resinous musk was… Overwhelming. And Twiggy gulped.

“Right. See. A real Troll cock!” laughed Trundle as his mast was exposed.

A mast that was almost as big as the Drakkari’s thigh. A monster of a cock, recovered with blue skin except for the bright purple tip. Its skin glimmered from the precum and sweat coating it, all by the fireplace. Its bulbous end was like a fist for Twiggy. Twiggy, who seemed dwarfed by the prime example of the Troll species in that world.

Even Trundle’s low and swinging balls were churning with such a might that they were audible for Twiggy. His smell revealed he had fucked only a few hours before… But his groin irradiated with heat and need… Such a way Twiggy could feel it in his loins, too. He felt the heat flaring with his lower belly, the wetness around his labia, the contractions as his body braced itself for what would be a breeding.

One… Twiggy wasn’t keen on accepting.

“LET ME GO!” he shouted, smacking Trundle’s arm… But it didn’t deter him. No, it was the opposite.

Trundle smiled back, exposed his teeth as he leaned, bent… And pressed his lips against Twiggy’s tusked ones. His breath was rough, mixing rotten meat and cheap ale. A gargle escaped the poor, smaller Drakkari. But it didn’t change anything, or instead, it helped when Trundle’s tongue pressed onward and forced a kiss. A horrible mouthful of a kiss that left one gagging, gargling, and sore from a swollen throat, for such a tongue, could only move forth and down.

“ARGH!” finally shouted Twiggy as he turned his head away and spat, wiping his mouth and coughing. “YOUR BREATH IS TER-!”

Twiggy shouted, cried, spat, and tried to correct the distasteful flavor spread across his tongue. However, it left him exposed. For what?

For being lifted and carried like an unwilling bride, kicking and screaming before the fateful breeding happened. And it would… As Trundle’s smile widened, he carefully aligned Twiggy’s hips with his stiff mast. Even now, with the comparison, taking that cock was an ordeal for the smaller Troll: the cockhead only was wider than his vulva.

Even if Twiggy were wet and in heat, his body ready to take another spawn within his delicate and discreet cunt; there would be consequences. Unwelcomed consequences.

“LET ME GO! BRUTE! OR YOU’LL REGRET IT! SOONER OR LATER!”

“They always scream like that. You’re no different, weakling. You’ll learn to love your King’s big cock!” chuckled Trundle’s as he reinforced his grip over Twiggy’s sides.

The ribs would be bruised, the skin covered with sores, the ass battered… But it didn’t matter for Trundle as he aligned and had his cockhead rubbing against Twiggy’s vulva, stroking and tugging on the labia.

“I’LL RIP YOUR EYES OUT AND MAKE YOU EAT THEM BEFORE I-I… I.”

The last word became a high-pitched but irregular cry. Like a beastly cry, a youngster coming to life, or something that had lost the knowledge to breathe from the shock. The latter would be accurate as Twiggy stood still. His fingers were still clenched, and claws digging within Trundle’s fingers. His face was a contorted mask of pain, hatred, and anger.

But only his Adam’s apple moved up and down.

“Hah! See! You’ve never experienced something like it! You didn’t have to fight it!”

Trundle’s boastful words were completed by a slow pull-down. One that forced that massive tip to ram further within the ruined hole. A movement that pressed and squeezed Twiggy’s organs until they bulged from within. Until that soft and fatless belly had a bump in the form of that cock’s bulbous head.

But again, the poor Drakkari remained in shock. From the pain, mainly… As expected… Of course.

Breeding among Trolls wasn’t gentle and loving. Moreso for the Drakkari who remained a kind living far up north, thriving on breeding and crushing the enemies’ forces through sheer numbers; when it wasn’t their loas’ magic. Breeding was brutal and painful, with many cries and pain that led to a strong individual.

But… to Twiggy, such an assault left him speechless. Even used as a broodwhore to kickstart his kind’s return to Azeroth or his “marriage” with other species, he had never been so battered. He was sure his legs had been dislocated as they were dropping by Trundle’s enormous shaft. And his vulva was a spot of utter pain and agony, his mind barred.

Remained then the tension, or lack thereof, through his body. He felt weak and nauseous. Yet… he didn’t move as the enormous Troll used him like a fleshlight. Slowly, at first, as in to break in.

“You’re tight, whelp! But I’ll break in! You’ll fit like a glove! That’s something you’ll be good at!”

But as soon as Trundle’s cock managed to squeeze past the clenched hole; It became something more akin to using a doll or a toy. Trundle groaned while his powerful hands remained on the lithe Troll, pulling and tugging on his hips. He pulled further and further until Twiggy’s guts bulged and burned altogether.

The throbbing, the pulse, the push, all went through Twiggy’s body and mind alike: his toes curled, and his limbs bent and contracted. Pain…

The pain overwhelmed him, made his mind go blank as he listened, and heeded Trundle’s chuckle and low growls.

“You’ll be a good female in no time! Fertile for me!” he laughed and boasted while something in the Drakkari seemed to churn… Well. Beyond what churned within his guts.

Beyond the blue-skinned Troll’s dick hammering his cervix.

Beyond the width, spreading his labias until they were afire.

Beyond the partially rubbed clitoris that left Twiggy yearning and needy.

There was a fury. Different from what he was exposed too, colder and sharper to the mind.

An impotent hatred and anger that couldn’t find any outlet as the bigger Troll kept using and ravaging him. His body answered his commands, barely, but weakness and surprises always overtook him… When it wasn’t the pain of his battered organs.

He felt powerless and unable to act, his freedom stolen from him by that… A stupid creature who drooled all over him and… Considered him nothing but a weird female.

“Don’t look at me like that! Or I’ll punish you!” groaned Trundle. He scowled and looked at Twiggy with gritted teeth; potentially, due to his incoming climax, he was enjoying himself all alone.

“I’ll… Take… My revenge!” hissed Twiggy, his voice so raspy and interrupted by the many thrusts his body endured.

“I know you want it! It’s like that with all weaklings!”

Weak… Yes. He was. He was weak in body compared to that humongous creature.

But not of mind. Not of will and desires. Nor power.

Twiggy closed his eyes, shutting away the sight of Trundle, and exhaled a long, raspy breath. An icy breath.

Trundle’s hits were a hammer against his mind, pummeling the walls of his sanity. It hurt… Everything was hurting.

But Twiggy… Twiggy focused on the cold passion that couldn’t escape. Raw… Intense… Primal.

He wasn’t good at this, at all that magic and power… But letting it free? Release his wrath? He could. He was excellent at it.

He exhaled, his raspy breath so cold it created a cloud before Trundle.

“Nothing to say, female?! I’ll-“

A howl pierced through the cave, following closely the cold wind rushing inside it. A tempest with, at the center, Twiggy. His eyes opened on Trundle, who held onto him with enough strength to break his ribs.

He released more of that power, and a gust of wind hit Trundle. It made him slip back, stumble, then drop on his back with a gruff cry. But it wasn’t all Twiggy had.

After years of being used and abused, after the constant disdain people had for him… He unleashed it all.

He roared, extending his neck as he exulted.

He raged, baring his teeth and clenching his fists.

He shouted, stomping on the ground as it stopped.

The rage, the fury, the gust. Everything dropped silent in the now darkened cave. The fire had been extinguished, and the pelts were covered with rime. Only the faint light from outside allowed Twiggy to see around as he slowly crawled and stood up despite his broken bits.

“What… Free me! Whelp! I command to the Ice!”

Twiggy quivered and trembled, his body still wrecked from the abuse. His regeneration kicked in, and he could feel the wounds inside undoing… But he brought a hand to his lower belly. A gust of water suddenly escaped from the all-encompassing ice and pressed against his skin until it entered it, seeping through the fur and flesh to appease and revigorate Twiggy’s battered body. He sighed.

“It’s… Better,” he said with a faint smile that turned into a scowl when he saw… Trundle.

The Ice Troll remained alive, the ice only stopped him. More than that, even the shock hadn’t stopped him from staying erect. He was stiff, rigid… He was all hungry even when his upper body had been encased with ice, with only his head popping out. His legs were trapped, too, but it didn’t stop him from attempting to kick and free himself.

Spit followed each of his incoherent cries.

With a thought, Twiggy tried to call on the fury inside him once more. But there was none… He no longer had it. Then his eyes turned to the stalactites around. He could grab one and get a thorough revenge… But then…

He watched that Troll’s dick. He watched that tip throbbing with need and dripping with fluids, much like Twiggy’s cunt after being force-fed it. He glanced at the flesh, and a smile slowly stretched across his face.

He climbed on Trundle, ignoring the Troll’s attempts to free himself from the ice. If he was left alone, maybe he could free himself in a matter of hours… A bit less. But Twiggy wouldn’t allow it. With that same grin, he managed to land on the Troll’s thighs; the legs spread as he passed a finger between his legs: the pain was gone but he was still gaping from taking Trundle’s dick.

“Ah! You want it! Let me go, and I’ll give it to you, gently!”

Twiggy watched Trundle, noted that pathetic attempt to call onto his good sides. And he planted his claws within the rough blue flesh. Trundle gasped as his blood was shed…

He gasped some more when Twiggy continued to stab his thighs while he lowered his waist and shifted his position.

“You want my cunt? Fine. Here you’ll have it!” groaned Twiggy as he lowered and… Pressed that cock against his labia.

With the gape, taking Trundle inside was nothing. Even giving birth would be nothing for Twiggy afterward. And so, the young Drakkari Troll lowered and… Slowly had his belly bulging from Trundle’s enormous cock. Beneath his fur, the cockhead was visible, and each second, that cockhead moved higher until it reached Twiggy’s cervix.

He groaned… Of course, and glanced at Trundle who grinned like an idiot.

“You’ll regret what I’m about to do to you, idiot,” spat Twiggy as he contracted his muscles around the waist: he could control them… And by closing on his thighs, he could squeeze Trundle’s cock.

And… Twiggy smiled.

He bore that rogue smile as he lifted his body, looking down at Trundle, who was starting to lose his composure. Breeding… That was the domain Twiggy had been forced to learn. To please so many trolls until he became an expert.

He could tell where the idiot was sensitive. He could tell when that loaf was the most sensitive. Trundle winced whenever Twiggy squeezed the base of the corona.

One… One spot Twiggy started to rub, tease, squeeze… Even going as far as to stroke it when he was about to pull that dick out… before slamming it back inside.

He did it… Again, and again. He ignored the soreness that was starting to build up and the frustration of the Ice Troll’s resistance.

However… it mattered not because Trundle… Gave in.

With a weak groan, he came. He came like a faucet within Twiggy’s guts. No, like a hose. His thick, sticky, and tacky cum was coming in ample amounts and soon, the abdominal bulge was replaced by a bump, round and unmistakable… Then, said cum overflowed and poured outside Twiggy’s gaping and abused cunt.

“HRMPH! You cum so much! For a bastard!” groaned Twiggy as he lifted his belly despite the added weight and… Lifted again, forcing on his legs and weak knees until the Troll’s cock popped free and, with it, a thunderous cascade followed.

Even then… Twiggy only felt a portion of the cum managing to ooze out of his gaping and creampied cunt. Only a tiny portion of what was currently swelling his guts. He taped his skin, felt how… Hard it was. And he sighed, knowing he was done and pregnant.

“You’ll be a good female, now! Free me!” laughed Trundle on the side, commenting on Twiggy’s frustrated expression.

“Oh… You thought I was done?” sneered Twiggy, knowing the Ice Troll wouldn’t understand him. Instead, he placed himself above Trundle’s dick, glad to see the bastard’s cock was hard and demanding once more. “I’ve pleased more than fifty trolls in a matter of a night. You… You are easy.”

Twiggy chuckled as he dropped, feeling stuff once again. And this time, he didn’t wait to start massaging and assaulting Trundle’s weak spots. That stupid face contorted in pleasure and pain.

“I’ll milk you dry. And make you regret fucking me!”

Even if Trundle didn’t understand… He paled. He paled before what would be a long and painful night for him.