Trag, Lover of Trog

You look down at your hand. The silver ring seems clean despite your entire hand being dirty. You can’t remember where you got the ring from, you like to imagine that Trog gave it to you. But you can’t remember it happening. You like to imagine Trog taking the ring as a toll, and bringing it down to you, holding it out to you between his long marvelous fingers.

Trog is eating the stew you made. It makes you happy to see him eating your labored over dish. You hope he’ll leave you some today. You rub your stomach, maybe if you’d manage to get pregnant Trog would feed you everyday. But no matter how many times Trog has fucked you over the years, you’ve never been impregnated. You’ve tried so hard, holding your legs together keeping his sperm held within you for hours, your stomach stretched by the sheer volume.

“Trag eat,” Trog calls out to you. He leaves his bowl at the table as he strides over to his bed. You look into the bowl, it’s basically empty. You use your fingers to grab the loose vegetables, a sliver of carrot, a cube of potato, you’re surprised to even find a scrap of rabbit, Trog almost never leaves any meat behind. You pick up the bowl licking the bottom clean.

Trog is stroking himself over on the bed. Your pussy drips in anticipation, maybe tonight will be the night you become pregnant with Trog’s child. You bite your lip imagining the troll taking you all night. You wrap your hands around the troll cock, every fiber of your being begging to be fucked. Your skin tingles in anticipation of being stretched by the troll.

You have the cock lined up with your pussy, ready to impale yourself on it. When you hear a loud crash from the cave entrance. Trog jumps out of bed, his cock swaying back and forth. You watch as your troll lover walks to the opening. You’ve never seen someone enter the cave before. Trog always meets intruders on the bridge above.

Trog comes rushing back into the cave chased by an odd creature holding a fire. What is that ugly creature? “Stay back beast! I’ve come for the girl,” the small man says. What kind of monster is he? Trog backs away as the pale monster swings the torch back and forth. You’ve never seen Trog scared.

When the monster gets close you get a better view of him, you see something familiar. You rack your brain, then you see it. He looks like you, is he a human like you? “Stay back. Miss take my hand, I’ll lead you out of this terrible hole. This monster will never harm you again.” He holds his hand out to you. He wants to take you away from Trog? You grab his hand and you pull hard.

The would-be hero is knocked off balance by the sudden tugging. The torch bounces across the floor. “Why?” he says with a look of terror in his eyes.

Before you know it, Trog is dragging the human monster away from you. You look at the torch, Trog didn’t like the fire. You grab a bucket filling it at the small waterfall that fills a pool inside the cave. You douse the flame extinguishing the damned torch. “Trag do good,” Trog says while wrapping his hands around your petite form. “Trag ready mother.” Despite your own wishes to get pregnant you’d never heard Trog mention it, until now.

Trog grabs a knife from the table, the one you used to chop ingredients for the stew. He pricks his finger right before your eyes, he presses his digit against your navel. The blood pools, and he pulls his finger away. The red spreads forming an intricate sigil above your pussy. You can feel a surge of energy rush over you. You hear a clang and when you look over, you see the silver ring had slipped from your finger and fell to the ground.

Trog climbs above you. Your body quivers in anticipation. Tonight you will finally achieve your deepest desire. You will be pregnant by the end of the night. The thought alone has you on the edge, and you cum around Trog’s cock as he stretches you with his massive cock.