No, but her tight butthole just might!

Mélanie holds your gaze uncertainly, part stunned by the thorough ravishing just inflicted upon her throat, part fearful of what is to follow. You also wear a somewhat confused expression, sitting down contentedly on the harsh ground. Having just emptied your seed inside the archer’s gullet, you feel an undoubted pride at the sight of her swollen belly, as if you have accomplished your task. And yet, you do not feel entirely satisfied. It has been so long since you last had such an opportunity – your body implores you not to stop here.

You raise yourself on your thick legs and waddle back towards Mélanie, whose glazed eyes light up in fear. She opens her mouth to say something but only manages an uncomfortable splutter, coughing up some of the residual fluid still lodged in her throat. Almost nonchalantly, you scoop her up in one of your great hands, lifting her through the air by her arms before dumping her with a thud on the cold soil. She comes to a stop on her distended belly, face-down and ass-up, hair splayed in all directions. From the arch of her shoulders to the soles of her feet, her torn clothes expose the tempting, tanned flesh underneath. You, however, cannot help but find your eyes drawn downwards, to the exclusion of all else. Forcing yourself into Mélanie’s mouth was exquisite. How much better an even tighter hole?

Ravenous at the thought, you rip the measly shreds of cloth that still cover Mélanie’s ass apart, dragging the young woman into place in front of you as you do so. Her pert cheeks lie exposed to the dank air of the labyrinth and you see them clench instinctively at the touch of the cold. Not just the temperature, though! Mélanie squeals as you move her into place, shocked by the realisation that her ordeal has just begun. She does so again, all the more loudly, when you brush your paws over her, prising apart her unwilling cheeks with the strength of twenty men. She tries to squirm and evade you, but you apply a small amount of pressure elsewhere to convince her otherwise. Your weight is unbearable, and Mélanie soon relents, her resistance crumbling as she prepares herself mentally for the pain to come. You hear a few mutterings, as if she is trying to talk to you; her words are, in any case, incomprehensible to your troll ears.

Too excited for preliminaries, you stretch Mélanie’s butthole open as wide as physically seems possible with both your gigantic hands diligently holding one supple cheek. You briefly drag the archer towards you to gain purchase, before approaching your monstrous cock. The tip lodges gently at the outer entrance, quickly meeting determined opposition. Already, your girth is an obvious obstacle. Mélanie trembles at your touch. A **** soul would stop there, conscious of the damage about to be done. You, however, are not a gentle being. Having gained a slight foothold, you release Mélanie’s cheeks, taking instead a firm hold of her sides. You exhale, and, with all your might, you push.

‘Aieeeee!’ shrieks Mélanie as you thrust sharply into her bowels. Your first push is deep, penetrating, and painful all at once. You hear Mélanie’s fragile flesh tear underneath you as your huge expanse rocks into her ass. If her mouth was divine, there are no words to describe the luscious tightness engulfing you right now. The archer’s insides are not only delightfully warm and welcoming, they are moist, coating your member in a thin, oily film as you advance ever further. You lower your body greedily, sliding your cock forward as Mélanie’s asscheeks spread generously before you. Even under your massive weight, she thrashes beneath you. Her high-pitched cry briefly becomes an anguished wail before she loses her voice fails entirely.

Now inside, you waste little time. You stretch back on your oversized haunches, relishing the feeling of pulling out such a narrow space, before forcing yourself in once more with an almighty thrust. Again, you feel the woman’s body buckle under your ****: her legs splay at odd angles, her buttocks clench and unclench rapidly, her breath comes in gulps and gasps – all in a futile attempt to accommodate you! You slide into Mélanie, savouring the contraction all around you as you plunge further into her depths. Eventually, only half-way in you admit defeat, realising that your human prey is simply not up to the task of lodging your great length, at least not like this. You slowly build a vague rhythm, your interlocking movements becoming mechanical in their precision and purpose. The pressure gradually mounts as you piston in and out, each thrust more probing and urgent than the last. Consciously or not, Mélanie at last cesses her meaningless resistance. Exhausted and broken anew, she flops meekly on your cock as you defile her. Her submission proves the final necessary turn-on. The sight of her silently flailing left and right, combined with the sweaty, throbbing sensation of her impaled on your cock is too much. You release your potent seed in a sudden, explosive rush. It spews out noisily into Mélanie’s bowels, and then floods out in all directions, splattering her inner thighs with a thick, gooey layer of pasty cum.

This time you are satisfied.