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Ashe, Frost Archer	By : MahMan Category: +G through L > League of Legends Views: 6811 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: i do not own League of Legends, and I make no money from this story. This is only fiction, I do not support violence towards women etc.

Chapter List
- 1-Homecoming
- 2-Bad Encounter
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- 2
This story is illustrated ! You can find the 3 pages of the comics here : https://subscribestar.adult/posts/774938 | Enjoy ;)
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She had only just defeated Lissandra’s army, but Ashe was already in pursuit of the next threat to Freljord.
One day, a bizarre man appeared to the castle. He was not looking like a Freljordian. He claimed that he came from afar with knowledge of the utmost importance and asked to speak with Ashe alone. The queen was intrigued. Although the man was dressed like a traveler, his aura was one of a mage, she could sense it. The queen demanded that they be left alone.
The man introduced himself. His name was Kund Agar. He had been tasked to inform Ashe about a very powerful artifact, hidden in the Freljordian’s mountains. His master, who he didn’t want to reveal the name for a reason he wouldn’t disclose, had located a telluric stone, lost in a crypt, somewhere near the highest summits of the frozen realm. Not able to go find it himself, he was fearing the dark forces that were eyeing on the Freljordian throne would lay their hands on it and use its power maliciously. He trusted Ashe to fetch the artifact in the greatest of secrets and to keep it somewhere she knew it would be safe.
Ashe weighted the man’s words. If such a potent object was truly to be found in Freljord, she surely had to get a hold of it. Well, obviously it would be secure in her company. Lissandra and the trolls should never acquire a telluric stone, otherwise the balance of Freljord and even Runeterra could be endangered. And, of course, Ashe was not planning on using its powers… at least immediately. Or… in case of extreme urgency… or against a threat for the realm! Ahem. She didn’t tell that to the messenger thought. Rather, she assured him that the artifact would indeed be safer if she was to bring it back to the citadel.
The queen of Freljord was a pretty ingenuous woman, usually. Once, during a council of the wises, the old geezers spent a whole afternoon flattering Ashe on her “gracile” figure and her “nimble” fighting skills, meanwhile mumbling in each other’s ears way naughtier thoughts about her shapely ass and bouncy tits, only for her to nod and smile gratefully at their sweet compliments. Although, she was rarely foolish and this expedition was reckless to say the least. Who knew if this man was really telling the truth! Heck! It could even be a lure from her enemies! How could she be so naïve?
However, the following day, Ashe discreetly hired a scholar who could decipher the runic writings. Alongside the unarmed elderly man, the queen personally enlisted four of her best soldiers, the ones who were usually protecting her. Some of them were specially trained for stealth tasks.
Ashe gathered the council of the wises. This time, she cut short to their rambling, informing them she would be out of town for a few days. Obviously, she didn’t trust these old farts and she disclosed nothing of her real motives. Rather, the Avarosan queen remained elusive, conjuring an important issue she had to take care of on the north coast. And for the little she cared about Tryndamere, who she almost only met in the master bedroom for the occasional pounding, Ashe lied to him, arguing she was going to visit a relative living in Ornnkal Rocks.

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The small team left shortly after nightfall. Ashe was leading the group, her frost bow tightly attached on her back. Right behind her, Kund Agar followed. He seemed all the more eager to find the relic, now that the queen was on his side. They could have ridden druväsk boars to be faster, but Ashe chose not to, prioritizing discretion. She thought they would be more efficient if not recognized or held back with catering issues for the beasts.
For days and nights, they marched swiftly. Slowly, the road became steeper. They could already gaze at the summits of the highest mountains. The small squad started its ascent through the winding and snowy trails. Because his master had confided the exact location of the artifact to him, Kund Agar knew where to go, but still, he remained stranger to these lands. So, Ashe took the lead. finding safe paths across the rocks. She remembered the tracks her tribe used to follow, when she was only a kid. Most of them had not been walked through since long. Upon reaching higher grounds, the snow was of a pure white, not trampled at all by any men or beasts. Ashe had to make good work of her memories and her tracker abilities to keep the small group away from the unsafe areas. She also knew what kind of creatures roamed these mountains. Harmful creatures. Even though she had assembled a team of her best soldiers, they were almost all unfamiliar with this terrain. They could have easily been caught out of the blue if she had relaxed her attention.
Now, they could not make progress during the night anymore. It was too dangerous, Ashe decided. So, they set a small camp in a recess, between two big walls protecting them from the wind. The mage lit a fire with some wood they found earlier. Ashe was surprised the magic of an apprentice could burn the wet logs, though she enjoyed sitting next to the warm flames. That night, she stayed awake long after the others went to sleep. From their campsite, Ashe could behold the highest peaks of Freljord, pointing towards the majestic sky full of stars. Somewhere under this unspoilt territory lied one of the most powerful objects in Runeterra. A relic that could give her the edge on her enemies. And she was so close to get it now.
“I can see the mountain we’re heading for.” Kund Agar startled her, jolting Ashe from her thoughts. “We should reach the relic’s location tomorrow, I guess.”
The Freljordian woman didn’t answer. She let him sit next to her.
“This is a wild country,” he continued. “Where I come from, the land has been flattened. The men have erected arrogant buildings. We gaze at their serrated towers just as you contemplate these white summits,” he stated.
“Is this for the best?” Ashe asked.
“I don’t know. Only I look upon these noble landscapes and wonder what beautiful work of nature my kind leveled to the ground when they founded Noxus.”
The northern woman knew better than to romanticize these lands. “You have no idea how harsh it is to survive in Freljord. Never walk this country alone, I tell you. Or else you’ll get slaughtered by a heinous tribe. If you don’t cross the path of men, then the beasts will eat you alive. And even if you’d live through all that, then the frost winds would take care of you,” Ashe replied stolidly.
Kund Agar glanced at the queen. Her lips seemed so cold. Even as plump as they were, they had this blueish tone to them that made them look so peculiar. This was not her only troubling feature though: Ashe’s hair was of a pure white. Shining under the moonlight. And her skin, so smooth, was almost colorless, barely showing a faded pink color on her cheeks.
Kund Agar lowered his gaze to the woman’s bust. Although squeezed under a thick coat of fur and leather, he could guess the size of her breasts, shapely and juicy.
Ashe noticed him ogling at her figure. She got up and enounced with a contemptuous voice. “You’d better get some sleep now. The peaks we are going to climb tomorrow will require all your abilities… and awareness.” She started walking towards the tents when she stopped and turned back to him. “Next time, spare me your peeping looks. Remember you’re speaking to a queen.”

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They had woken up early in the morning to a glacial and dense mist. The summits that seemed so close the day before were now gone and they couldn’t see further than a few feet around them. Ashe once again led the group, moving gingerly forward. From now on, any clumsy tread could be deadly.
They arrived at a steep turn where the path narrowed. Here, the trail shrank to a rocky ledge. One at a time, they hugged the wall, carefully stepping one foot after the other, holding the supplies against their chest. To help the scholar, who was terrified to move forward, Ashe had to cross the ledge back and escort him to the other side. After another corner, the path widened again but got even steeper. The team kept moving forward, diligently led by Ashe. Little by little, snow added to the fog. They didn’t stop nonetheless, walking in single-file on a snow covered cliffside. But a strong wind awakened in an instant and took the queen off-guard. Soon, a howling blizzard shrouded the group. Ashe urged everyone to clutch the wall, shouting that they would stop at the nearest sheltered place.
But suddenly, a scream echoed through the whistle of the wind gusts. Ashe immediately turned around but she could only distinguish the mage apprentice, a few feet under her. He too had heard the voice and was also trying to check on the back of the file. Another yelling came to their ears, cut short by a muffled ‘thumb’, shaking the ground under their feet. One of the soldiers emerged from the mist, dashing. An expression of horror scarred across his face.
“Trolls!” he squalled! “They killed two men already!”
Ashe opened wide eyes. There could not have been a worse timing. “Gather around the scholar!” she commanded to the warriors. Joining the rest of the group, she could now distinguish two heavy silhouettes marching towards them. Grabbing her frost bow, she took out an arrow from the quiver.
She could now discern the first troll. He was tall and muscular, only wearing a loincloth around his waist. His face was stretched in a heinous grin, his sharp teeth showing. His skin was dotted with repelling pustules and lumps. Wielding a heavy bludgeon, he swung it into the air and struck the nearest man with tremendous strength, sending him flying down the cliff with a creepy growl. While the last remaining soldier was charging the monster, a second troll emerged from the fog. This one was smaller and way bulkier than the other. He was moving towards the elderly, left defenseless. Ashe drew her bow and quickly aimed at his head. Her expert fingers released the arrow, which was sent flying with a ‘wooosh’. It hit the beast so powerfully that he stumbled backward, disappearing in the haze again.
The last soldier’s dead body fell to Ashe’s feet, throwing her off-balance. The tall troll charged the scholar, grabbed him by the ankles and smashed his body against the rocky wall. The old man’s scream stopped abruptly, his bones and muscles ripped apart in an instant. Ashe was completely caught off-guard. She was startled by this monster’s swiftness. Unlike the other trolls, he was agile and fast. He had just killed four of her most valiant warriors with a wave of his hand. And now, he was heading for her.
To her side, Kund Agar was not moving at all. Was he petrified or muttering a spell? She didn’t have time to check on him thought. Getting back up on her feet, she drew another arrow, aiming at the troll’s heart. Ashe was about to fire the projectile when a sudden blow struck the back of her skull. Stunned, she fell to her knees, dropping the bow, her vision blurred. Her head, so heavy now, tilted to the side and her whole body collapsed with it against the cold snow. Her cloudy eyes witnessed two hairy feet stepping over her before fainting.

***

A terrible ache in the back of her head painfully woke Ashe from her slumber. Slowly coming to her senses, she tried opening her eyes. Things were spinning all around her. She was feeling dizzy, not yet able to think straight. Was she dead? She surely was, right?
Her dazed and panicked mind was stuck where it had switched off, still trying to get her up from the ground she fell onto and to fight the monsters. Only, she couldn’t feel the frostbite of the snow burning her cheek anymore. Instead, something very annoying was poking her face.
“Look the human bitch! She waking up,” noticed one of the trolls.
“Keep throwing stuff at her, Gribble. She like it,” another one replied.
Ashe raised her eyes. She gasped at the sight of the three big trolls lazily gathered around a bonfire. One of them threw something slimy at her face.
“Open your mouth! This good food! Good flesh!” Gribble jokingly enounced. His voice was shrill and quavering. “Old man was too skinny. All squashed! Nothing to eat! But this one, yum! Very meaty! Very meaty!”
Ashe’s jaw dropped. They were eating the soldiers! Although she shouldn’t have been surprised, her mind refused to imagine these monsters devouring the men who had protected her for years. But she was constrained to reason when noticing the corpses that were piled up next to them. Was Kund Agar one of these bodies?
“Good you don’t throw all in the ravine, Troluun,” said the most imposing troll, biting on a roasted human arm. She could guess from the sluggish way he spoke he was probably half-witted.
“Men warriors are not real fighter. They brake too easy,” answered the one named Troluun in a low rumble.
In what kind of nightmare had she been thrown into? Or rather, how could she be such an idiotic leader, guiding her squad into such a dire situation. Well. There was no such thing as a squad now. She was alone. And helpless.
“But the woman, I don’t break. No…” added Troluun, who looked like the “smartest” one of the three. “We not kill Ashe, usurper queen! Our king Trundle will!” He loudly burst out in laughter.
“Brolag say. The cunt need be punished.” Ashe recognized the troll she hit with the arrow from his bulky figure. A bare and open wound scarred his massive shoulder. “She hurt Brolag!” he continued, getting up on his coarse feet.
“You can punish, Brolag! But can’t kill!” Troluun warned while the other troll walked towards Ashe. “The silver-haired false queen must be brought to Trundle. She is to be judge for her sins!”
“I want punish her too!” yelled Gribble. “I want punish her for killing so much troll! Killing!” He too raised himself from the ground. Of the bunch, this one was the most disgusting. His body was neither muscular nor skinny. It was deformed. His face disfigured, jaw and nose both oriented in opposite directions. He had the same pustules as the others, running across his greenish-yellow skin.
Ashe was thrown into a panic, watching both trolls closing in on her. She glanced at her surroundings. The beasts had set their lair in what seemed to be the back of a cave. It looked nothing like a housing, though. These trolls slept on the floor and ate around the bonfire. Further away, she noticed their gigantic bludgeons and clubs, laid against the rocks. The soldier’s equipment and clothes were scattered here and there amidst parts of skeletons. Where was her frost bow though?
Ashe noticed a ray of day-light dimly lighting the inner walls of the den through the distant entrance. Only now, she realized her hands were tied behind her back. She tried to untangle the rope. In vain. The bond was so tightly knotted that her wrists were hurting. She was totally at the mercy of the trolls. And no one or nothing would come to her rescue up here in the remote Freljordian mountains.
Brolag grabbed a hold of the queen’s long hair. The palm of his hand was almost large enough to wrap Ashe’s skull entirely and he could have crushed it in a snap. The troll swung her head from left to right, playing with her petite body like it was a doll. Squatting down behind her, Gribble rubbed his filthy hands against the woman’s figure. He ripped her fur coat apart, exposing Ashe’s chest, her tits swathed only in a leather girdle. He then slid his hands under the garment, groping the bouncy flesh with his bony fingers. Ashe winced. She was getting dizzy from the intensifying swaying.
“Don’t rip her head off Brolag! We need her stay alive!” Troluun shouted.
“But Brolag want hurt bad women!” the dumb troll argued.
“Think of what can do with head and body together! Dick go down deeper! Deeper!” Gribble grinned mischievously.
Brolag stopped right away. “Yes! Dick go down mean girl hole!” He held Ashe’s skull tightly against his crotch, pulling his cock out from under the loincloth. The queen’s eyebrows rose to her forehead. The massive shaft he waved under her nose was nothing comparable to what she had ever known, at least twice the size of her head. And its odor was nauseating, filling her nostrils with a rancid cum stench. She could discern every thick vein running along his growing rod, repulsively contorting on the surface of his grey skin. Brolag began to poke Ashe’s cheek with his tool. Meanwhile, Gribble got up on his feet, dropping his ball sack on the woman’s forehead.
“Have mercy…” she pleaded. “I’m queen of Freljord! I can… I can get you whatever you want!”
“Shut your filthy mouth!” grunted Brolag. “You not queen of nothing! Just hole for my dick!” he spat, now beating her face with more strength.
Gribble started doing the same, dropping his still flaccid but already protruding prick on Ashe’s gorgeous features – ‘shlaaap’! The slapping from both shafts resonated in the cave, each blow reddening the woman’s face a little more. They clearly wanted to harm her, even if it was only for a scratch. The Iceborn looked up to the trolls with imploring blue eyes. They seemed so furious and at the same time so focused on their task. The big one was frowning, tongue hanging out. Drooling dripped from his mouth, which came crashing on her face. He firmly held Ashe’s skull, clutching his cock in the palm of the other hand and diligently pounding the meat rod against her silky skin.
The queen’s cheek was already swelling from the battering. The monster’s glans, hitting like a rock, had almost made her forget its unbearable reek. But the stink of the other troll’s schlong was pervading the air, overwhelming her mind with a mix of rotten egg and smegma pestilence. It was almost as painful as the beating.
“Bitch woman can’t aim Brolag head! But Brolag not miss her!” the troll taunted, once again slamming his hard prick on Ashe’s brow line.
“Brolag make silly skank is bleeding!” the ghastly troll exclaimed. “Gribble want more blood! Blood!”
This time, Troluun dropped the piece of flesh he was gobbling down. He got up and stormed towards the other monsters, pulling the fat troll by the shoulder. “Troluun said! Not damage the usurper! Or Trundle can’t recognize!” he roared, terrifying Ashe alongside his peers.
The troll laid eyes on the dumbfounded queen. “I show you how punish woman cunt good,” he said, placing his hardening shaft on Ashe’s full lips. The monster’s tool was already fifteen inches long and wide as a big apple. A teardrop trickled down her bruised cheek. “Please! I beg your pardon…” the once mighty frost archer whined as Troluun slipped his glans towards her hole. “Have mercy! My people will let you live!”
Troluun’s sniggered, his gross cock head nested on Ashe’s chin.
“I can cover you with gold!” She kept trying to bargain, her azure eyes glinting as she tried to think of anything alluring enough to throw at the beasts. “I can make you king of the tro-ooooghrl!” Troluun pushed his massive dick between the woman’s lips, spreading them apart while she was still speaking, her last words muffled.
The queen of Freljord retched as the troll stuffed her throat. Clutching her skull with two strong hands, he pushed himself deep inside her with all his weight, opening her mouth wider and wider. “There is only one king of Freljord dumb bitch! This is Trundle!” Troluun claimed. And he kept thrusting himself down her gullet, forcing the way inch by inch. The troll’s hardening cock was so thick he came close to snap Ashe’s jaw apart. Instead, the meatpole finally slid against her lips with a ‘shluurping’ sound, squashing the woman’s face against Troluun’s pelvic area. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as a massive bulge protruded down her throat all the way to the base of her neck.
“That is how to punish whore! Shut filthy mouth!” Troluun bellowed.
“Yes! Yes! Use eat hole to fuck usurper cunt! Fuck cunt!” Gribble squealed, hopping up and down.
With the palm of his hand opened wide, Troluun slapped the back of poor Ashe’s skull, jamming his tool even further into the queen’s esophagus. Gagging and drooling around the troll’s girth, she could only gaze at him and accept her fate. There was no anger nor combativeness in her expression. Only defeat and resignation. She was being impaled on her enemy’s dick, which, in her mind, meant she had lost everything. Her freedom, her life and most of all : her purity.
That’s what she believed. Only the trolls knew many ways to rob her from what remained of her dignity. Troluun pulled her hair and slipped off her mouth with the same sloppy noise than earlier. The shaft slowly came out of Ashe’s dilated lips. He didn’t withdraw himself completely though, his glans still lodged on her tongue. “Cunt not allowed to breathe,” he grumbled, ramming his shaft once again inside Ashe’s throat. This time, he did not wait before pulling out. Then in again. He started fucking the petite woman’s jaw relentlessly, using all his might to crush the Iceborn’s plump lips against his leather-like skin, only to pull himself out with the same strength. The veiny stick stretched the corner of Ashe’s mouth, squirting dribbles of drools along the way, before rushing once again deep down her throat. The troll’s prick was so long and thick compared to the queen’s human figure, even the monsters were astonished that she could take him all the way down. “Gribble want fuck mouth too! Juicy mouth! Juicy mouth!” he shouted.
Troluun ignored him. He kept pounding Ashe’s face, shaking her insides upside down. Brolag, who had been watching his mate with a confused look on his face, seemed to wake up. “Brolag go after!” he uttered, walking closer to Gribble, looking down on him defiantly. The other trampled on the ground. He was clearly no match for the fat troll, who pushed him away easily.
“Brolag go after!” he repeated.
Meanwhile, Troluun grunts started echoing louder. “Cunt! Cunt! Cunt!” he mumbled again and again. The rage in his eyes had been growing alongside his orgasm, which was shortly reaching climax. “Cunt like troll seed?!” he taunted. Clutching his fingers around Ashe’s neck, Troluun shoved his dick inside her gullet, distending her lips one last time: with a wild holler, he released all the gooey spunk stacked inside his balls. His glans jammed halfway through her gorge, the streams of thick cum filled Ashe’s stomach, quickly spurting out of her mouth and nostrils from the overwhelming amount.
“Yes! Yes! Usurper wench eat Troluun cum! Eat cum!” Gribble rejoiced.
From Ashe’s point of view, the situation was a tad more dire, to say the least. Feeling the gushes of hot liquid splattering and filling her insides, she was not even able to gulp it down or puke it out. The massive rod crammed in her gullet sealed her fate as a troll cum toilet. And her already bloated belly was receiving its fitting amount of filthy scum.
How had she survived through this battering? No one knew. She hadn’t ever talked about powers of this sort. Maybe she was just good at holding her breath. With a sight, the beast fully withdrew his cock from the defiled queen’s mouth. Letting go from her head, she fell into the slimy pool of her own saliva, spilled all over the ground. Finally able to breath, she inhaled loudly, panting and coughing while spitting cum that was caught in her throat.
“Trolls make human bitch pay! But not damage her!” Troluun forewarned his peers, going back to the bonfire.
“Brolag punish!” the bulky troll yelled as he extended his arm towards Ashe. “Brolag want fuck usurper pussy!”
He pounced on Ashe, grabbing her shoulder and slamming her back to the ground. Then he knelt between her legs which he spread apart in the air. The troll’s fingers took a hold of her clothing and ripped the fabric apart, leaving her delicate pussy bare. The once proud woman stared at him, horrified. Her arms and her back were hurting from being squeezed against each other. She was a total mess. Her throat was still sore from the previous beating. Her silver hair was tangled and stained with cum trickles. Her naked boobs reddened from the groping. And now, her most intimate hole was about to serve as a sheath for another troll’s dick.
Indeed, Brolag was already inserting his bulging cockhead between Ashe’s pink lips. Hands on her thighs, he pushed himself inside her with all his weight. His shaft perforated her slowly, stretching her vulva then forcing its way down the walls of her womb. Ashe screamed in pain, the raw penetration tearing her barely lubricated insides apart. It didn’t bother the troll at all who, instead, pressed his body even stronger against the queen’s. He snorted with satisfaction as his stinking meat rod disappeared inside Ashe’s pussy, inch by inch.
While Brolag was busy with her cunt, Gribble squatted on the woman’s face, muffling her noisy wailings. Imitating Troluun, he clutched the archer’s neck with two hands, holding her head backwards, put the tip of his distasteful cock on her tongue and, in a bursting motion of his pelvis, stuffed his girth down her throat.
“Yes! Look Brolag! Gribble’s dick go deep down bitch mouth! Bitch mouth!” He could feel his rod protruding under his fingers through the thin skin of Ashe’s neck. “Oh! Oh! Human body take shape of Gribble cock!” he yammered.
Brolag didn’t give a damn. Finally able to move his hips back and forth, he fucked the queen deeply, slapping his fat belly against her pale buttocks, groping her breasts in the palm of his rugged hands. “Brolag punish!” the troll repeated continuously. “Brolag punish sweet pussy from bad cunt!”
Gribble shoved his tool down Ashe’s gullet again, his ball sack hitting her forehead with a ‘slaaaap’. Every time he withdrew, more drool spoiled the queen’s features and the slaps became even more wet. “Hee! Hee! Usurper’s mouth make perfect sleeve for Gribble cock!” He couldn’t stop chuckling and giggling.
The trolls kept skewering Ashe from both sides. As if time had stopped, seconds felt like minutes and minutes felt like hours for her. She was unable to move or to cry for help. And for what was left of her honor… the trolls had shred it apart and battered it down her insides with their swollen dicks.

***

As the choking and fucking noises kept filling the cave, a faint swirl of magic fanned out into the icy air of the cave’s entrance. From the fading portal appeared a hooded silhouette. It was Kund Agar.
The man carefully stepped inside. He could hear the distant squishy sounds echoing through the walls, asking himself what they could be about. He wandered deeper into darkness, walking away from the blinding day-light, only guided by a small glimmer coming from the back of the cave. Kund Agar approached the recess where the sounds and light came from. Discreetly, he peeked at the area, noticing the tall troll who was eating next to the fireplace and, behind him, two other trolls fussing and grunting around something he couldn’t discern. He glimpsed at the corpses of the other warriors and repressed a hiccup of disgust. Thankfully, his teleportation spell had triggered in time before the monsters could catch him.
He looked around, searching for the way to go further down into the cavern. When his eyes finally came across what he was looking for, the mage grimaced. The big troll, the only one who was not busy, sat only a few feet from the path meandering between the rocks. But this was a small obstacle compared to the power that lied buried inside this cave. Oh, he was no such fool as to think he could kill three trolls on his own. Nevertheless, he knew how to go past them… unnoticed.
Kund Agar mumbled a few unintelligible words. Once done, he took off his shoes and tiptoed his way towards the passage. He weighted each step, making sure he did not walk on any rocks or gravel. The invisibility spell could keep him protected from the monster’s eyes, but not from their ears. Upon approaching the sitting troll, Kund Agar walked even more slowly. He prudently avoided the pile of corpses, once again repressing an urge to puke from the putrid stench. Only a few feet separated him from the beast, who was peeling off the skin from a long bone with teeth the size of a thumb.
Kund Agar finally managed to pass by the troll without being spotted. Anyway, he thought, the two other chumps were so noisy and the echoing so loud there was little chance anyone could have heard him. The mage was about to sneak through the path when a detail caught his attention. Leaning over the rocky wall, he looked more closely at the troll’s duo. Now he saw her! He recognized the queen Ashe, pinned on the ground, legs up in the air. The monsters were having their way with her, the first one ramming her pussy and the other stuffing her throat. They were grabbing her boobs, spitting over her half-naked body, her clothes lying around them, torn apart.
The mage stood here for a few moments, intrigued by how she was able to take two monster cocks at the same time. The trolls were going fierce on her, slapping her features and clutching her limbs. They uttered raucous growls and talked indistinctly. He would have loved to taste a piece of that ass, but he was not so reckless as to fight three trolls for it!
Reluctantly, Kund Agar resigned himself to carry on with his mission. He silently slipped his way down the narrow tunnel. The magic aura radiating from the depths of the cave was intoxicating. He could sense the telluric stone was very close. Behind him, the mage heard the roaring sounds of the trolls reaching orgasm and the muffled complaint of the fallen Freljordian queen, sullied once again by another wave of monster cum.
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