Sy'lathris slunk through the rough caverns warily, her eyes, the amber tone of weakness, darting left and right. She hoped that nothing dwelling in the wilds of the underdark would come across her and recognize how weak she really was.
She'd escaped from the underground city after realizing the extent of her illness; it sapped her strength until her limbs barely could carry her. Fortunately, her condition seemed to have stabilized, but if her rivals knew of it, they would not hesitate to remove her from their path with a well-placed assassin. So, in self-imposed exile, the frail drow had fled, hoping to find a cure elsewhere, away from hidden daggers and lurking poisons. She had no love for the paleskins of the overworld, but at least their reasons for killing her would be easier to circumvent if need be. So it was toward the surface that she traveled, though she had only a vague idea of how to get there; outside of spies and diplomats, few drow had any reason or wish to visit that strange land that lay not under stone but the strange dome called "sky."
Coming to a new opening, Sy'lathris paused in her creeping, suppressing a curse and pressing back against the rough cavern wall. The chamber beyond was occupied by a huge, gnarled troll, the creature lounging about after a meal, raw bones lying strewn around him, scored with tooth marks. He lay naked, and to Sy'lathris' dismay, she could see his thick, warty cock draped casually over one massive thigh as he rested. Cautiously, the drow began to back away, but the weakness of her legs set them to shuddering from her agitation, and she toppled with a dismayed squeal that alerted the monster to her presence at once. Struggling to her feet, she began to flee as quickly as her sickly body could carry her, the troll rising with a rumble and beginning to lumber after her with a lurching gait.
"Shit!" hissed Sy'lathris, stumbling on a wet patch of the cave floor. She was tiring, and the troll could still be heard approaching. Struggling, she attempted once more to rise, scrambling frantically with her weak limbs, and she managed to rise and flee a little further before toppling once again, her head growing dizzy. The troll's thick, meaty hands took hold of her, squeezing rather roughly as they lifted the panting drow, and she found herself being hauled back towards the troll's lair, struggling, kicking and swearing until she collapsed against the brute's hardened hide in exhaustion.
She was panting for breath when the beast set her back down, and he easily thwarted all her weak attempts at wriggling away. Her cloak and robes were torn away, revealing her lithe, frail elven body, formed of slender, feminine curves. Her drow sex was a tight, elegant orchid in ebon tones, with a little heart-shaped patch of white, silken down on her mound perfectly contrasting the glossy darkness of her skin, as well as showing that she was ancient enough to hold one of the highest stations in her home city, as she had. That she'd used that tight, silky sheath as an instrument of domination with her minions, a carrot to the many sticks she'd employed, was not noticeable at all--the folds tight and sweet with the scent of a female drow's most intimate treasures. Now, the troll's rough fingers prodded it, with a combination of inquisitiveness and cruelty as he savored the drow's squirms and screams at being roughly, uncomfortably fingered.
"Damn! You piece of shit!" hissed the drow, still gasping hard for breath, her lungs straining as her weak limbs failed her. Her face was contorted with fury, amber eyes narrowed, teeth showing fiercely between her glossy black lips, her snowy hair in disarray.
The troll's own beady red eyes gazed back with hunger in them, the scabrous green-gray skin of his face crinkling in a crooked-fanged leer. Drooling, the beast spat a large gob of slippery saliva into his hand, following up with a second and third for good measure before rubbing his shaft down with it.
Sy'lathris clenched her cunt tightly, the pretty lips of it pressing together a little as they flexed, but her assailant had other ideas. Slowly, his stinking, warty cock pushed between the silky licorice-black cheeks of her shapely ass, seeking for the tiny, deep black pucker hidden there. Almond-shaped amber eyes flew wide, unveiled from their lattice of snowy lashes, and the frail dark elf let out a long scream of humiliation and rage.
"Damn! Shit!" she raged in the drow tongue, even the coarse words and frenzied intensity bearing the hint of dark melody that characterized the language.
The beast paid her little heed, his bulbous cock-head pushing against the crinkled ebon entrance of her drow anus eagerly, coaxing it to open for that seemingly impossible mating of such a massive shaft with such a tight hole.
Gradually, Sy'lathris' anus spread open, flexing and kissing at the invading brute until finally his warty glans won a beachhead in her rectum, popping through the tight, stretched ring of her anus with a satisfying sensation for him while the drow screamed, partly in pain but more in rage and humiliation. Her virgin anus had been violated by the monster, and angry tears slid down the elegant cut of her ebon cheeks, her amber eyes squeezing shut.
The beast rumbled with pleasure; Sy'lathris' rectum was a paradise for his cock, warm and silky, her protesting anus spasming tightly around him as he slowly pushed into her to the hilt against the resistance of the tight muscles that massaged him. The humiliated drow wailed and thrashed, her anus and bowels desperate to release the discomfort of the massive fullness inside her, but the flexing of her insides around the beast's cock could not budge it and only served to pleasure him more.
Running his lips along the ebon skin of the drow's back, he savored in her glossiness, his rough hands reaching around to free her breasts from their protection and squeeze them, tormenting her nipples and making her whimper. His cock throbbed hotly within her, its gnarled veins bulging out, and slowly he began to thrust, another rumble of pleasure in his throat.
The drow's frail body began to sweat in the troll's grip, shivering as he stuffed her fuller than she'd have thought possible.
"No... shit... I have to... have to... shit!" whimpered the drow more weakly, her skin hot and sweating with humiliation as it grew unclear whether she was swearing or begging. The brutal fullness in her rectum had no mercy, powerful troll hips continuing to thrust according to their own beat. Hanging her head, Sy'lathris gazed downward, glossy black lips curled in a grimace, her snowy hair swaying as she was jostled in the beast's grip.
Bellowing, the warty troll thrust faster and faster into Sy'lathris' untrained asshole, every wart, knob and vein of his obscene cock rubbing against her inner walls. Her protesting innards massaged him continually with their frantic efforts to push him out, the drow sweating and twitching as her sickly body was tormented. Weakly, she began to push back against him, gritting her teeth with rage at being reduced to such by her desperation to give the creature orgasm so that he would cease in his assault.
The troll felt his balls tightening, his roars and rumbles of pleasure growing more intense as he continued to pound hotly into his captive's rectum, pleasure coursing up his spine with every thrust. His shaft began to heave in the grip of her anus, and gushes of his jism blasted into Sy'lathris' bowels as if from a fire hose, his cock throbbing and heaving with sumptuous ecstasy as he howled his triumph into the echoing caves, his tightened balls emptying a vast legion of his sperm into the intimate coils of the drow's innards where they could not take root. He pawed her breasts as he slowly came down from his high, deep rumbles of pleasure lingering in his throat while his cock lingered in her bowels, the tight ring of her anus stretched wide around the very base of his knobby shaft.
Panting, Sy'lathris hung her head in shame, waiting for the monster to pull out of her, but he remained within her, rumbling pleasedly as his cock throbbed within her. After a time, he began to thrust again, drawing a shocked protest from the drow's lips. The troll's specialty was his regeneration, and his sperm regenerated just as flesh and blood did. The drow's torment continued as the warty beast continued the forced sodomization of her, so intense for both yet in such different ways... for her, so uncomfortably, vulnerably full! For him, so deliciously, delightfully sensual!
Moving her carelessly as if she were a little onyx doll, he adjusted her position and began to plow into her bowels in earnest once more, savoring her taut, graceful ebon-silk body, the wispy locks of her snowy spider-thread fine hair tousled around her shoulders. Her glossy black lips, wet with her saliva, curled in protest, showing her teeth as she hissed and moaned. Black skin, white hair, black lips, white teeth. A creature of perfect contrasts, a beauty nigh ethereal. The troll could not articulate it thus, but he knew well enough that she was a beauty to be enjoyed, his cock throbbing with hotter intensity of passion than ever it had before.
Lifting her, the troll gripped Sy'lathris with gnarled hands, swinging her up and down so that her silky white hair swirled in the air, her asshole pushed and pulled by the massive shaft sliding back and forth within it as he used her like a toy, her rectum a sheath for his warty shaft, skintight around him. When he propped her against the cave wall, she had only the strength to slump against it, the beast needing to hold her up to continue pounding into her, her body rocked by every motion.
Sy'lathris felt that her torment would never end, her consciousness melting into humiliation and the sensations of her bowels being sodomized by the beast's massive cock. She jerked as if shocked when the invading shaft began to heave once again, so lost in the pumping thrusts of the beast's desire that she had forgotten what would come next. The semen trapped in the nether reaches of her intestines was forced higher as more was pumped into her, the thick virile goo exploring higher in the intimate coils that had never been invaded thus before. The monster's cock kept most of it from escaping, only a slight drip of thick goo slipping out when he thrust.
Her hopes for any reprieve were to be dashed again and again, however, each time seed gushed within her, the uncomfortable fullness in her growing more and more with each subsequent release from the monster's loins. He remained joined to her for hours, pumping, ejaculating, resting and pumping again. His trollish brain could conceive no higher heaven, the beautiful dark elf perpetually sodomized by his bestial cock, her silky insides still weakly protesting the invasion.
After the sixth time, Sy'lathris felt her queasy stomach churning, and she choked and gagged desperately, shuddering and heaving before suddenly vomiting up an outpouring of curdled trollish cum, the foul white goop splashing the stone under her, a few gobby strands sticking on her lips and chin. He had pumped her so obscenely full of his spunk that it had traveled all the way through her body in reverse. The sickness she felt with that realization was not entirely physical; she had not only been raped for male pleasure, but raped so thoroughly that something so outrageous could come to pass. At that moment, she hated not just the troll, but herself as well, hated her weak body that had allowed this to happen, hated how dirty and revolting she felt. Gagging again, she puked forth another mouthful of troll spunk onto the ground, this time not out of sheer fullness but from the nausea she felt.
The troll grunted, not put off by the display in the least, but merely amused as he felt her ebon skin and the shudders of her muscles beneath it, then slowly began to thrust again, their bodies still locked together in that dance of passions, a troll's heaven, a drow's hell. Sy'lathris retched and spat once more, but she had cleared her stomach for the moment and settled, tears in her eyes as they shut in exhaustion, her whole body feeling used up. With a sigh, she accepted relief, and darkness covered her as she passed out, still in the beast's wicked clutches. When the spent troll finally was forced to pull his shaft out of her to go search for food, the drow was mercifully insensate, unable to witness the monster's delighted grin as he watched her anus gape open, struggling reflexively to close as seed poured out from it, stickily coating her tight pussy with thick spermy glop, the puckered hole of her anus drawing tight once more only at length. Utterly defiled, the little vagabond drow slept like the dead, not to awaken until her body had plenty of time to recover.
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