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The humid leaves crushed and broke whenever someone stepped on them, leaving the arches of their feet in contact with the creatures and mold thriving in such a natural environment.

At first, Twiggy jumped whenever his steps departed from the rough stone or the tender foliage for the shades of the trees encompassing and invading the area.

Zul'Aman, Home of the Forest Trolls.

A fitting name for a species whose skin often took the color and texture of moss, whose natural dwellings were wooden lodges nestled in the shade, whose....

"T'iggy, T'iggy, I miss ya, ya miss me?" The Drakkari troll slowed in his stomping as someone's breath stroked his neck, their fingers holding his shoulders.

Fingers that pushed lower along the blue fur. It passed over the pronounced tuft of white hair covering his shoulders and collarbone. A glance down from Twiggy was the confirmation of the turquoise hands descending and scouring his chest, ever so full and heavy on the body and mind.

"I didn't, Jaizo," sourly answered the Drakkari, already using his padded fingers to pry the right hand whose thumb grazed and circled one red and bone-pierced nipple.

By the Light.

"Ya sur'? Ya know, I got a gif' for me favorite," continued Jaizo behind, his breath climbing along Twiggy's nape to explore the long luscious white hair... And then the long-furred feline ears to blow on them.

On the other hand, the same Jaizo had lowered his left digits to stroke the distended belly and bristled fur, touching and grazing the weight that made each passing day more difficult than the former.

Twiggy was obviously pregnant, though the matter of rearing was left to the Shamans and wise women of the Amani. Admittedly, he no longer cared for whose child may be kicking and tormenting his guts.

However, it was not Jaizo's. The one sporting an erection and already trying to poke a hole through the loincloth blocking the way to the Drakkari curvaceous ass.

"Com' on. Ya and me. It'll be good. Ma place be on de lef'!" continued the excited suitor, uncaring if his downward exploration reached for Twiggy's nethers. Raw nethers.

"Keep going, and I'll bite your throat off," answered the Drakkari, his tail flailing the air while he turned his head an instant to flash the serrated white teeth, their jagged edge more dangerous than the Amani counterpart's flat ones.

"I-... Ye. Got ye vibes!" answered Jaizo, his hands peeled off. Next, his breath was gone, and the following sound was a dash towards the right.

Those days, the Amanis pressured him less than at his arrival or the following weeks, an initiation from a certain bodyguard's initiative. After all the Zandalaris had done to him in an attempt to make him the grand future of the Drakkaris, a forest Troll thought opportune to propose another solution. One that came after Twiggy had started to show his teeth and act feral against his captors.

Aaaand that was why Twiggy had to bear the umpteenth brood for someone he didn't know. Even in his state, the ceaseless breedings on Zul'Aman's highest altar were... Well... Ceaseless. Rain, snow, or shin, they continued, and he had to endure them.

However, this time, when Twiggy passed the threshold of his lodging, he was not dripping with water. Remained the other fluids that plopped on the dressed wooden floor, tracing the Drakkari's path as the curtains flopped behind him, and he was welcomed by the crepitating hearth at the center of the hut. The leather walls maintained a sultry temperature well, and the air was dry despite the forest's natural humidity.

But the smell of moss kept hanging in the air as another face was here. Bald, his green beard braided, his powerful muscles coiling beneath the green skin, Zinjo kneeled by the fire while cutting greens and slabs of nondescript meat. Each time he was done with a cut, he threw it inside a little cooking pot. The whole thing was steaming and filling the place with the strong aroma of a stew; today's meal would be rich.

"Who was it dis time? Ya are brooding." asked the curt Troll, hunched but speaking with clarity.

"Jaizo," exhaled Twiggy, noticing his tail had been sweeping and his breath shallow his way back. He exhaled, walked behind Zinjo, and dropped back first onto a pile of fur and skin, no different than a pile of blankets and pillows. "He doesn't understand when to stop his advances. I am not a vulgar whore."

"No, ya ain't a whor' for de men. Ya are Twiggy, a Drakkari diplomat," retorted Zinjo, the sounds of his hunting blade oddly relaxing as well as the slow stirring.

It would have been calm here... Except for Twiggy's scoff.

"Yeah, sure. We all know diplomats are fucked day after day until they're pregnant."

"Twiggy. Ya are hurting, everyone 'nows."

"I am... I could be anywhere, but I'm forced to lay on a stone bed and be mounted by a brute who doesn't know the meaning of stop," grunted Twiggy, bringing hands to his face and growling.

The sound of stirring and the blade had stopped, the clicking of the pot moving echoed.

Next came the sound of shuffles, of someone laying on the fur too... And a breath.

"Let' me clean ya, Twiggy, let me help with ya pain," exhaled Zinjo, leading Twiggy to spread his legs further and recline on the pile.

The hands away, he watched the forest Troll's face disappear behind his gravid belly, almost hidden. However, he felt and knew what happened. What Zinjo saw.

Nestled between the powerful legs was a sort of shame the younger and smaller Troll had always kept for himself. Whereas his kind sported masculine features, he was the exception as a vulva completed his furry nethers; whose swollen lips barely retained the semen that had been pumped within the tenderized inner walls.

To the exhalations, even those, the flesh was raw, but Twiggy somehow... Trusted the older Troll.

Zinjo was in no way a delicate lover in necessity, and most of their moments together could be described as brutal for someone who didn't possess a troll physiognomy. But at times, he also revealed himself to be gentle when he so desired.

Like now when his red tongue pressed against the perineum, licking the hair caked with cum and slowly progressed up. The lapping was smooth, patient as each droplet was collected and replaced by saliva until Zinjo reached the outer lips and the fourchette, the separation between the labias.

Each exhalation from the Troll was on Twiggy's vulva, breathing and stroking the sore skin when it was not that diligent tongue that moved up to collect the semen anointing the flesh. Zinjo acted carefully, tending to the Drakkari's needs and awaiting any reaction from him whenever a new spot was reached.

But for the moment, Twiggy exhaled and breathed, having both hands on the underside of his belly to bolster it as he attempted to relax and ignore the dull and warm pain permeating his waist.

With that, Zinjo's movements inched on the right side, caressing the outer labia and collecting what had been kept in the fold through a tender pressure on the skin with a just as delicate digit. No spot would be abandoned as the forest Troll pressed onto the fur, but he never dared to exacerbate the young Drakkari's pains.

It was... Yeah, closer to a massage. One made by a slurping and licking mouth, followed by swallowing noises. But in the end, fur and flesh were left pristine and clean. And then, he moved to the left side, following the same exploration with the tusks kept at a safe distance to not scrape the sore skin nor puncture the distended belly.

The bearded Troll minded his body and Twiggy, when the tip of his tongue poked the inner labia, sensed the heat emanating from them... Their sudden contraction was followed by Twiggy's moans.

"Is dis fine?" asked Zinjo, backing away. He kept both hands on the inner thighs to keep them spread.

"Yeah... I- I am well, Zinjo. You can continue, leave my... Inners alone," mumbled back the Drakkari, out of breath.

Much more when the forest Troll's mouth traced higher while the hands went beneath Twiggy's knees to lift his waist. There, it was easier for Zinjo to work higher, though the Drakkari mumbled and mouthed something about his guts.

Merely to silence that thought when the red tongue-tip was onto his clitoris, so disregarded and ignored. It, too, had been coated and slathered, but the hooded tip wasn't left untouched by Zinjo. Instead, the male opened his lips, minding his tusks to have them pressed outside the sore vulva... And he sucked on the flesh around the tip.

He sucked, maintained a constant pressure by inhaling the air. All the while, his tongue swirled and danced around the spot, coiled around it, pressed against it.

Twiggy groaned, his knees fighting to close onto the Troll's head as the heat from his waist grew into thunderous waves of pleasure. Followed by pained contraction as his inner walls moved and closed, forcing more fluids outward until Zinjo's jaw and beard were surely drenched.

And drenched he was when that suckling... that kiss. Stopped.

The hands beneath the knees lowered, the forest Troll grumbled. And their gazes met.

Twiggy, out of breath and sweating. Zinjo, cum-covered beard and resolute.

"Da ya want it, Twiggy?"

"'The Light... Yes!"

Twiggy's raspy voice exulted in desire, his body quivering with envy and lust.

There was no heat, no real need for the Drakkari to do so, as he had already been impregnated. Even now, his body had been battered by the multiple Trolls wishing to bring about a new child.

However... However...

The furred Troll's arms moved to embrace Zinjo's neck when the male moved and straightened that posture. The legs tangled behind while a shuffle revealed how the Forest Troll's loincloth had been dropped.

Twiggy didn't need to glance, he knew how big Zinjo was. Long before, he had been frightened by it, astonished by the full-veined mast. A throbbing length that dwarfed the Zandalaris and other Amani alike. However, its tip was gentle as it prodded his inside.

He didn't need it. But there was a thrill and revenge for him: they were doing it on terms they agreed. This time, it didn't have to be forced. Hence, he needed it.

His clawed fingers draped over the Amani's nape of the neck, stroking the tense skin.

He exhaled. Perhaps... His padded fingers felt the rough flesh, his mouth watered. Perhaps just a little more would help.

"Twiggy... Da it. It'll be good."

Zinjo's voice right into his ears, they fluttered and danced a moment while he eyed his partner.

The forest Troll was not inside yet, he had stopped at the entrance, and only the warmth from the cock gave away its presence, just a push away. But no... Twiggy looked for the resolute Troll, clenched his hands.

"Are you sure?" he answered, feeling his arms tremble while his legs locked around the male's waist, keeping him from pulling back.

"Yeah... Ya be tense, too tense. Ya need it," answered Zinjo in an exhalation, "I wan' to see ya happy."

The Troll then leaned, burying his face in Twiggy's neck, licking it at first. Then kissing it.

How wonderful it was to sense the warmth spread and breathe down his fur, melting away the tension in the muscles.

Then... Twiggy's fingers moved. The padded tip circled the shoulder plates, lower... lower.

And almost halfway.

"HRMPHH!" groaned the Amani in the neck, followed by more shallow breaths in the blue fur. More... More... More.

The former Bodyguard endured the moment as if nothing else had happened yet. Still the Drakkari sensed the warm liquid pour on his fingertip and pads, knowing everything would regenerate quickly. It was... Thrilling.

Enough for his tail to sweep the air.

"Take me," groaned Twiggy, his voice raspy and vibrating.

The next second, the cocktip pushed against his inner labia, tempting and titillating the cum-covered inner walls, pressing and massaging them. It didn't squeeze through, but the sheer size already forced the vulva to open up and for the lips to be spread thin.

"Continue... Don't hold," groaned Twiggy as his fingers lowered again. He exuded.

"Tell me when dat too much," answered Zinjo, inching his hips further. There, the cocktip prodded and pressed. It spread the vulva apart more than any other Amani had done in the last days, it pushed and crushed everything on its path.

Its searing presence could be compared to a soothing balm within the Drakkari despite the soreness, pain, suffering. Twiggy didn't have to endure like the other brutal beasts, thinking going inside with a vengeance would give results.

No. He had to relinquish his lower side while his arms and mouth were the ones calling the tune now.

Again, Twiggy lowered his hands until he had them all over Zinjo's lower back. There, the muscles were so coiled it was akin to stroking cords that would snap in a second.

Snap.

"Hrmphh... Continue," moaned Twiggy, pressing the talon against the leathery and mossy skin. It pushed, prodded, squeezed until a tremor from his partner came. Just a little detail amidst the intense sensations of having that mast force forward and bloat his guts. It was big enough that it could have formed a bulge in Twiggy's groin.

But then, the liquid poured in a rivulet over his finger, again.

"Further!" ordered Twiggy, his body trembling and clenching around the Troll's cock. More than half of it was inside, and already was he feeling fuller than after a day's worth of breeding. His belly may have been full of life to the point of gaining a rotund gravid form.

But Zinjo... That was something else with him.

Another finger joined the anchored first, another claw punching through the skin. Then, a second.

"Hrmphhh," groaned the troll in Twiggy's neck before the tusk scrapped the skin. Before kisses were left all over the skin.

Another digit from another hand. Soon, the lithe Troll had his arms anchored within his partner's waist, holding onto it. Blood dripped from the punctures, just enough to trace six red lines.

Then... Zinjo was fully inside, his hairy groin scratching against Twiggy's clitoris, tempting and stroking the needy nub. He purred.

"Ready?" asked the Drakkari, counting the second of his partner's pausing inside him.

The cock throbbed with envy. The forest Troll's muscles quivered with the envy and the strength it took from him not to plunge.

"Hrmphh... Be good," mumbled the massive Amani, his voice muffled as he pulled.

In one second, the massive male's body arched as his cock pulled out, covered with fluids of many origins, slathered over the veiny slab of meat. A course, a path, a trace.

Six traces followed the moment, from two hands pushing the palm and moving up, dragging along skin and blood. They traced red lines in the green back, followed by more when the male punched back inside with all his might and power.

The thrust shook Twiggy to the core, making that loosened pussy quiver with delight as more juice was slathered over Zinjo's groin.

The pacing of the thrusts increased, furthered by the traces and lines all over the back. Whenever one would be added onto the shredded skin, the Amani trembled, exhaled, and had his legs almost give out in a slight tremor that would always hit Twiggy's insides.

Another line and the male would reach the furthest limit of the Drakkari's inner, cramming all its strength in the tight space. And he kept doing it, thrusting, pushing, hitting.

The shallow breaths were now grunts and moans from the male, his tusks rubbing and almost shaving the Drakkari's neck while he fought to keep his countenance.

An impossible fight when Twiggy's mouth watered over Zinjo's neck. The serrated teeth, jagged osseous blades, moved closer. Zinjo muttered, growled.

It didn't stop.

It didn't halt Twiggy from biting down his partner's neck and tasting the iron in his mouth as well as the salt from that male. A mix of tastes he savored when he gave in to that need, to that pain he had felt swelling in him.

He bit again, targeting the shoulder instead. But the punctures were still there as proof of a previous attempt. Punctures and lines that decorated the mossy skin, coated it in different colors that couldn't be hidden in the warm tent.

None spoke up, grunting and moaning their desires instead.

Moans from Twiggy whenever that male's cocktip pressured his guts and the groin his spread labia, as shivers and slivers of satisfaction shook him.

Groans from Zinjo whenever those claws and teeth bit and ripped, his body bending and tensing as his back and shoulders were made a canvas of Twiggy's needs. The first lines had already dried and closed. Still, their throbbing presences remained and amplified when the Drakkari passed over them... Or opened them again, ceaselessly dragging onto the skin.

It wasn't love, not exactly.

It wasn't hate, not at all.

It wasn't breeding, as Twiggy already was.

It was... Primal.

Primal as the echoes of their joined groins, of the thighs being hit, and of the Amani's massive testicles against the asscheeks. Of their body uniting, their chest rubbing against one another.

The pressure on and inside Twiggy's belly was intense, but nothing he couldn't endure as he reveled in the moment. Pain, pleasure, both given and endured as their bodies joined and were intertwined.

He clenched his legs further, holding onto Zinjo's while he took another bite and silenced a shout.

The Amani had picked up the pace, forced his way against the locked legs for half a second before plunging back and starting anew, just as fast. If not faster. Always faster.

The throbbing from the forest Troll's cock increased. The heat between them was intense as sweat poured from both.

"Fa-ster," Twiggy mumbled through his clenched teeth, his fingers stopping their dances. They froze in the middle of the Male's back. "Faster!"

His shout wasn't lost on Zinjo, who kept going faster, faster. His hips were pistoning inside Twiggy, hitting and grazing the limit before departing, pulling along clenched walls and labia before another thrust.

Then a pull... A thrust. Again, without a pause, without a breather.

They were joined, united, embraced by one another. Until, the bigger Troll moved his head back and... Inspired.

Nothing more, he inspired, filled his lungs a few inches away from the Drakkari's ears and held his breath. He locked, he blocked, he stopped. The sensation of warm cum poured within Twiggy.

The Drakkari's digits relaxed and pulled way, red and trembling as he let them drop onto the fur on each side, as the searing tide flooded his cunt and branded it.

It was perfect, a perfect conclusion for him as his body relaxed. His neck wasn't as painful, nor were his legs and shoulders.

Even now, as he saw Zinjo's pained and gruff expression, he had no thoughts about that Troll.

The Drakkari grumbled, his hand reaching upward to stroke that cum-coated beard and exhale as he finally uncrossed his legs and allowed the male to pull back entirely.

The sound from the unleashed tide? Twiggy didn't listen to it, instead giving heed to Zinjo's heartbeat as the male dropped face-first into the pile of fur at his side.

His back was already healing, and the same for the shoulders. But amidst the mossy skin, Twiggy's actions could be witnessed as clearer spots, mottling the shoulders and depicting a grim scene onto the Amani's backside.

None that Zinjo seemed to care, especially when Twiggy's left hand began to rub the male's nape and back of the head. He passed the padded palm over the mossy skin and stroked it.

"You were right... I needed it. We should do that again," he said with a grin as he reclined once more and spread his legs further. Between them, his cunt had been utterly wrecked and now oozed cum all over the makeshift bed. But it was good, felt good.

"Ya... Deserve it, Twiggy," grumbled the Amani back.