Tell Targ Yes!

"Yes, Targ!" you shout, your whole body trembling. "Fuck me, please!"

He grunts with pleasure and pulls out a few inches. You shudder and moan as his massive cock rubs inside of you, the bulging veins pressing against your prostate and making your cock jerk around like a puppet on a string. A thick stream of clear pre-cum dribbles from the head of your cock. Then he thrusts back in and you cry out in pleasure. He does it again, and again, until you have to brace your hands against the wall and push back against him to keep from being hammered into the stones.

"Oh, fuck!" you gasp, your aching cock bouncing around, flipping pre-cum onto the wall. You want to cum so bad, your balls heavy and full, but when you try to take a hand off the wall, the **** of Targ's thrusts nearly shove your face into the corridor wall. The pressure inside you builds like a gathering storm, lightning flickering in your groin, thunder rolling through your veins. "Oh! Oh, Fuuuucccckkkk!" you shout as you erupt, splattering the stones with your thick cream, your whole body shaking as you empty yourself.

Exhausted and trembling like a leaf, you struggle to stay on your feet as Targ continues to pound into your ass, each mighty thrust sending a shuddering wave of pleasure rolling through your body. It shouldn't feel this good. You shouldn't be this hard. Your cock is like a length of steel, throbbing with need. What the hell did that evil sorcerer do to you?

Targ grunts loudly, his thrusts growing more savage and erratic, and you can feel his thick rod quiver and pulse inside of you. "Targ cum!" the troll bellows and you feel the warm flood of jizz as he fills you with his cum. His motions slow as he gasps for breath, and you both moan with each slow, lingering stroke of his cock. Finally, he pulls out with a wet, sucking sound and a moist pop. You stagger and try not to fall down as he lets go of you.

"Good hoo-man," he says. "Targ get much meat now. Feed mate and son." He turns and lumbers away, back down the corridor in the direction you came from.

"You're welcome," you pant, you legs shaking as you stumble off in the other direction. Before long, you come to another fork in the road, one passage going left, the other going right.