Romantic Literature
The following is erotic fanfiction written for my dear friend @actuallyadroid featuring their orignal character Ragna the Devourer. Please go visit her blog if you wish to see Ragna. 9k words
Dictatious Maximus Galadrigal was a lucky troll. Well, in truth he was as lucky as a troll could be in a place like the darklands. The water here was poisoned and needed to be boiled, the only consistent source of food were nyarlagroth eggs and, when things became desperate, other trolls, and the only heartstone in the area was rotting and dying as a result of birthing Gunmar. It was no place for any decent troll to be. It was a good thing then that Dictactious was no longer a decent troll and had not been one for the past 900 years. He was the commander of the goblins, the very same creatures that dragged him here. He was also an advisor to Gunmar, a voice of wisdom and strategy for the underlord, the memory of his vast library and his once constantly stimulated mind a boon to what was left of the gumm-gumm cause. It was because of him that they had not descended into chaos out of desperation. Best of all, however, he had the heart of the Underlady in his four stubby hands.
The Underlady, Ragna the Devourer, mate to Gunmar the Black, and mother of Bular the Vicious, was a fearsome troll. She came up to Gunmar's shoulders in height, with the musculature to match. Her hide was a deep purple and scarred from all manner of battles. She also had one on her face from where her own kin had marked her as a warrior, claws raked across her lips when she had come of age. Her mane was white and wild, reaching down to her lower back and impossibly voluminous. She was also the most beautiful creature that Dictatious had ever laid his six eyes upon.
While Dictatious was not one to get between a happy couple, he had to admit that he was enthralled by her when he first saw her. When she approached him for their first tryst, calling him a precious little thing and just the kind of troll she needed in a place like this, he could not resist her. And with Gunmar so very busy, he gave her the blessing to let her eyes and hands wander. Dictatious' thoughts were on her now as he patrolled the darklands for any sign of news from the surface. Anything that could help the Underlord press his advantage needed to be used immediately in such a barren place. Even if it was in a dank little cave where no other trolls would fit, like the one he explored now. Dictatious was digging into the rock with a chisel for what he believed may be some sort of metal ore, when all of a sudden, a solid mass smacked against his nose, “Ack! Who dares?”
The one who dared was, in fact, a particularly large goblin, hanging from the low ceiling of the cave he was searching. It cackled at his misfortune and shook the thing in his face. To which Dictatious said, “Give me that!” And snatched the thing away.
Dictatious blinked all six of his eyes in confusion. “A book?” Where had the goblin found a book? Had it been thrown away? But then, that didn't make much sense. As he examined it, he found that it was in decent shape, especially for a paperback. Its spine was cracked and its pages dog eared, but upon a sniff, it didn't smell like it had any sort of water damage or food spilled on it. He also found a few highlighted and underlined portions when he flipped through it but nothing that harmed the book. Dictatious asked the goblin, “Did you steal this?”
The goblin laughed and nodded, pantomiming that he had taken it from a sleeping human's bedside. From the way the goblin mimed the human, it seemed to be an old one. Once Dictatious received that perfectly reasonable explanation, he went to take a good look at the front. He always found the saying that you shouldn't judge a book by its cover to be a stupid one, honestly. What else was a book cover there for? Yes, some were misleading, but that just meant it was not a good book cover and that the printers should demand their coin back. And this one was definitely a promising one. Whoever had painted it clearly had a passion for this sort of thing, placing their heart and soul into this book cover.
The colors of the piece were lush in the way that only an oil painting could be. Soft and dreamy in its texture, it was the sort of thing that could easily hang as art. The background was an orange sunset upon a foamy, wave filled ocean. The foreground was a ship, up on the rigging, the sails billowing in a way that evoked the wind of the open ocean. Unfortunately, the subjects were human. However, they were rendered expertly.
The male holding the female with one arm had hair down past his shoulders, tight breeches with cord fastenings, and the most useless shirt Dictatious had ever seen, the human’s entire waxed, broad, and muscular chest out for anyone to see. He wore a rich red coat that, perhaps, would keep him from the cold if he ever closed it instead of simply hanging it off her shoulders. He had an expression that Dictatious could only describe as both adoring and stoic. This was clearly not a real human, he was a product of the painter’s fantasies, and yet not a single bit of him looked awkward or wrong.
The female was drawn in a similar quality. She too had long hair, down past her back that flowed in the wind, her white dress, while not quite as useless as the male's shirt, looked unsuited to a ship, all flowing and hanging down past her ankles and showing off her cleavage. She was limp in the male's grasp, swooning. Though she lacked any sort of muscular physique or even very much fat at all, she was just as buxom as her male counterpart, and though she was, indeed, swooning, she looked to be at peace, as if the male's arm was the world's most comfortable nest and not a highly precarious perch. Were she an actual human, her proportions may have looked odd to him, but in this fantasy, she looked correct in every way.
Dictatious felt the goblin perch itself on his shoulder, and he scratched its chin, telling it, “Good work, Fragwa.” It wasn't a strategic find by any means, but it was an interesting one. Thus, he tucked his new book away in his pack and continued his daily search, maybe the ore he was trying to get at could help bolster their weaponry or reinforce their armor.
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The ore he had found had not been an ore at all, as it turned out, just a shiny rock, similar to mica on the surface, worth idle investigation but useless in the immediate situation. The goblins going in and out of the fetches did not yield very much useful refuse from the surface world either. In fact, all the vermin had brought were human candies, dug out from the trash in great heaps, meaning it was past All Hallows’ Eve. The candy was food, yes, but hardly fit for Gumm-Gumms. The dark lady herself didn't even like sweets, they made her cough and gag; she would take it as an insult if offered to her. Dictatious thus unceremoniously threw a few pieces into his mouth when he arrived at his room in the fortress. His room wasn't impressive and would have been considered unacceptable on the surface. There were plans strewn all about and books scattered here in there or stacked in the corners. These books mostly contained insights on the surface world and knowledge about the dangers here below. They were mostly ones that the goblins managed to steal, so it was slim picking in the first place. In the middle of the room was a nest made of old, delicate furs and scavenged, musty cloth. Despite everything, it was better than roughing it out in the middle of the darklands. He thus settled into his nest and pulled his book out from his pack, expecting to do some light reading while enjoying his discarded sweets.
What he read, however, was not some lush tale of love and adventure that would flood his senses with the smell of the sea and the feeling of warm arms to give him a good distraction. Yes, the prose was quite purple, but it wasn't interesting. It was actually quite boring, going on for dozens of pages about nothing at all. And that was saying something for a troll as verbose as Dictatious Maximus Galadrigal. Why spend a whole chapter about the suitability of a ship cabin that the Countess would inhabit for only a week, if that? Luckily, he was a fast reader.
Despite the author's insistence on using ten words where three would suffice and the myriad of tangents, it was a painfully average tale. The pirate king (how does one even choose a pirate king?) had captured a countess (named Ducchess) off of her father's ship on her way to a wedding to some foreign lord and the pirate sought to hold her hostage until both the affianced and the father paid ransom, keeping his lecherous crew away from her and fighting off his own lust (as if he hadn't likely been in this very situation before as an infamous pirate captain). The man didn't even last a week with this woman (who the narrator kept insisting had large and high quality breasts) in his suitably luxurious cabin before he broke down.
And when he did, oh when he did, Dictatious eyes widened and his jaw dropped. Not at the sex itself, not even the fact that it was some sort of ravishment fantasy. No, those types of tales were a dime a dozen for time immemorial. It was the way it was written that caught his attention. It was absolutely ludicrous. The smut wasn't even particularly shocking in its content and yet he had never read anything like it. Nevertheless, he immediately stood up and ran out of his room, book gripped in his hand.
He ran straight to the Underlord's chambers, running in and immediately kneeling before the nest. The room was much larger than his own, with an actual planning table made of stone and various trophies, mostly nyalargroth heads, and a grand nest made of all sorts of pelts, though they were only marginally better than his own. The Underlord was not there, busy training against their many grunts in preparation for their escape to the surface as he ever was. Instead, the Underlady was in repose, reading her own book. Honestly, Dictatious had been surprised to learn she was a reader, and yet she did, eagerly. nly It was one of the things they bonded over before consummating their affections for each other. She even read human texts occasionally, such as the one in her hand now. How she had an Ancient Greek copy of Odyssey down here, he had never asked and could never figure out. But for him, she would put it down. Ragna sat up and regarded him, “Dictatious, my dearest advisor, what brings you here? Has the Underlord decided to continue his work for the rest of the day?“
“No, my lady, or, well, to be more accurate, told me no such thing. However, I have come to entertain you.” He held up a book and said, “Behold!”
Ragna squinted and asked, “A human book?”
“Not just any book, my lady! A so-called human romance novel of the utmost filth and depravity!”
She asked, “Aren't they all,” with a chuckle in her voice.
“But of course, my lady, but listen.” He flipped the page over to where the not-a-ravishment started and settled next to his Underlady, feeling her strong arm around him as he read out loud, “The Dread Pirate Roberts looked upon Countess Duchess with a hunger that even the finest meal of seabass and peach tarts could not satiate. With a lust only spoken of in the most terrifying tales of pirates who come to shore to ravish unsuspecting maidens. Ducchess' full breasts heaved from her quick breaths. Her soft, plump lips parted like the petals of a dewy and dusky rose as she spoke, “What are you going to do to me, Pirate King?”“
Ragna hummed as Dictatious came to the end of that passage, “Certainly not of the highest quality, flowery in an unpleasant way, but I know that the humans have written worse.“
“I know, my lady, but it gets better.”
“Or worse?” She licked his cheek.
“Both.” Dictatious then continued with the passage. “Dread Pirate Roberts told her, “I am going to steal away that which you can never replace, Countess. For I cannot resist you any longer. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen and to give you to Count Foppington without having tasted you would be like selling away the greatest treasure I own without even opening the chest in which it was hidden. I want nothing more than to break your lock with my pick. No, unlock it with my key.” He captured Duchess' lips in a searing kiss, their tongues battling for dominance like two eels as she whimpered before he ripped open her bodice with his bare hands, his muscles rippling from the effort and eliciting a gasp of both relief and pleasure from the countess, her full and soft breasts bouncing as they were freed. He then groped her now free, full, magnificent breasts, sucked upon her pert nipples before deeming her ready for him, freeing his mighty mast from his breeches.”
“His WHAT?" Ragna began to laugh, “His MAST? Is that what humans call cocks now? And why does this book have such a fixation on these “breasts”?” And that wasn’t even getting into the utterly awful metaphors and similes.
“And that is only the beginning.!" He turned the page as he continued, “Duchess spread her legs for the Pirate King, her womanly lifeboat on full display to the wretched Dread Pirate Roberts and swamped with her dewy desire “Oh no, please don't take my maidenhood you horrid pirate. Don’t plunder my depths and steal from me that which should only taken by my husband!””
Ragna laughed even more then, almost unable to believe what she was hearing, “Womanly lifeboat? And is she telling him to stop while beckoning him? What is this?”
“Extrememely poorly written ravishment fantasy. One has to wonder if the author wanted to write such a thing or if someone demanded a ravishment when they wanted lovemaking.”
“Ha! You're funny, sweet advisor of mine.” Who could ever call this lovemaking? She licked his cheek once more, telling him, “Keep going.”
Dictatious nuzzled into her before continuing, “Countess Duchess moaned as the Pirate King's masculine rod pierced her innocent, untouched cunny-”
“CUNNY?” Ragna broke down then, unable to stop laughing. “What IS this? I have never heard that word in my entire life? What did you say this thing was called?”
Dictatious closed the book and checked both covers, “It's called “Taken by The Pirate King,” and it was written in 1988 by human reckoning.”
“And they wasted ink and paper on this?”
“Indeed, my lady.”
“Keep going.”
Dictatious turned his eyes to the book once again, “Duchess gave a shout of pain as she felt her maidenhood pierced, a streak of blood on The Pirate King's manhood as he pulled away slightly, rendered pink by her desire.”
"Wait, blood? Did I miss something? Has this become an attack?”
“Ah, no, it seems humans have some sort of seal before the first time they mate? Or perhaps the author believes they do? I'm not sure. Either way, this is the Countess' first time mating.”
“I thought she was a duchess.”
“No, her name is Duchess but her title is Countess.”
“This is all very confusing.”
“It is.” He then kept reading, “As Dread Pirate Roberts thrust within her, the pain slowly ebbed into pleasure. Duchess felt it in waves, his member like a dolphin breaching every time he thrust forward. He gasped and moaned for him. “Oh you horrible pirate! That feels far too good! You shall ruin me for my husband”
“Good,” said the Pirate King. “When I return you, let your husband try and please you, and let his poor attempts be a memory of me.” He then gave her a wicked smile, telling her, “In fact, why don't we have him raise my bastard?””
“No,” Duchess cried out as she felt a final rush of pleasure finally take her, screaming out her ecstasy as she felt the Dread Pirate Roberts warm jism fill her and violate her previously pristine womanhood and fill her now sullied womb.”
“He's going to return her? After all of that?” The Underlady asked in shock. “And how long did they even last? And why would they call seed JISM?”
“I actually don't know. This is the first “love scene” of the book.“ He pointed out how much of the book was left. Indeed, the scene had been very short as well. “I haven't actually finished it.”
“You haven't?”
He shook his head, “I read this scene and simply had to show you, my lady. It was just too ridiculous to not share with you for mockery’s sake.”
“Well, now I'm curious. Surely this human wouldn't give up so easily, would he? He just called her his most precious treasure and has removed her, what did they call it, her maidenhood.”
“I must admit, I'm curious as well.”
“Then what are we waiting for? Read it from the beginning, Elskan.”
Dictatious nodded and turned back to the first page, catching Ragna up from the start. About how the innocent and pure Countess Duchess was on her fathers' ship in order to meet her affianced, Count Foppington, for the first time. The tale of how this Pirate King, Dread Pirate Roberts, terrorized the seven seas, stole all manner of booty, and had taken many a maiden and lady hostage, but was a gentleman and returned them untouched. In the end, the Pirate King did indeed refuse to return Duchess, and refused her fiance’s gold (which had taken three months to procure for some reason) and took her father’s ransom as a dowry. According to the book, they lived happily ever after with Duchess as the Pirate Queen, having conceived a whelp from their many trysts.
“Interesting how they dropped the ravishment fantasy almost immediately. She didn't even bother to pretend to dislike him.” After a few moments of stroking his mane, she asked, “Do you have more of these?”
“I'm afraid not. This is the first time Fragwa has brought me this sort of human literature.”
“Remedy that, then, I want to read more of this filth.” She then thought for a moment, “Wait, have I not heard the name Dread Pirate Roberts before?”
Dictatious shrugged.
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Over the next few weeks, Dictatious managed to get Fragwa to obtain all manner of horrid romance books. At first, he had Fragwa bring him ones with oil painted covers. These books all took place in the past or some happy, idealized versions of it. And while not all were smutty, he did find them consistently entertaining. However, once, Fragwa brought a book that had some sort of caricature illustration on the cover, and that one turned out to be surprising in many ways.
It wasn't the filthiest they'd ever read, nor did it have the most egregious vocabulary. In fact, it was downright clean and wholesome for the most part. It was just a tale of a ballerina and professional skateboarder, whatever that was, called, “Love on the bars”. There was also some sort of subplot about working together to save a skate park and a ballet studio that were next door to each other. However, when they came to the love scene together, instead of a tasteful fade to black, Dictatious and Ragna found themselves reading something else entirely.
The pair started to have doubts when Trent kissed Regina's neck, then wondered if perhaps a scene from a different book had accidentally been printed into this one when pulled off her clothes and kissed all over her body. The two expected the scene to fade to black even as she went to give him a blow job (these books often didn’t count oral or sometimes even outercourse as “real sex” for some reason) and their delusion only left them when Dictatious read out, “Regina felt herself sliding off the bed, rubbing her clit as Trent pounded into her. In her pleasure she cried out, “Fuck me harder! Fuck my pussy until I can only think about your dick! I want to feel it when I do a split!”" Dictatious had to put the book down as he laughed, “And yet they could not even say the word fuck until now.”
Ragna found herself wheezing at the shock of it all, doubled over as she sat across from Dictatious. She expected to have been disappointed by the fluffy little book and yet found this human dancer in the exact sort of positions Gunmar would put her in when they first became mates, down to the dirty talk about feeling it later. “I think he even said the words, “H-E-double-hockey-sticks” at one point. A grown man and a supposed delinquent unable to say hell yet taking her like an over eager troll.”
As they continued reading, they found that it was the book’s only scene of this type. The two humans did it in the state position, with him mounted upon her back, and he even finished on her breasts. But after that, nothing. It was bizarre to read that happen and immediately go back to sweet courtship and the couples’ places of comfort saved from the greedy warlord known as a “mall CEO.”
From that day on, Dictatious was not picky about what style of cover Fragwa brought him. As long as it was a romance title, it would do. And what a world it opened up. Alongside their historical romance, they found contemporary romances with caricature illustrations like the one that seemed to suddenly remember that it was meant to have eroticism, though most gave some sort of clue long before the scene. Some covers were even more obvious than the historical ones, bearing photographs of shirtless male humans and little else, making their actual plots a complete surprise. Even the boring covers found themselves to be entertaining, often made to be discreet so that no one could guess that the book could possibly be about humans having sex. One cover was so simple as to belong to a manual for some sort of machinery, and yet in its pages were not only miles of smut, but sadistic smut as well. None of it was written well.
“As Bruce hit me with the flog, I felt and heard the woman within cry out, “I”m sorry, Master! I’m such a bad girl!” My pussy was so wet; the other woman was enjoying this far too much. She was such a freak. What was wrong with her? And then Bruce slapped my pussy with his hand, and me and the other woman both cried out.
He hit me with the flog again as he rubbed my pussy and I started to cry while the other woman cried out in ecstasy. Bruce then put two fingers inside me and I whimpered. It felt so good. Too good. He asked me , “So you won’t come without my permission again, right kitten?””
It was actually Dictatious who interrupted his own reading from his spot behind the Underlady, using her large and thick mane as a blanket. “This book is bizarre. Each and every time she lays herself out for the male human, she brings up this other woman, seemingly splitting her mind in two. It even comes out when she’s treating herself to sweets and the gifts he gives her. And yet she claims she is perfectly healthy and sane. What do you make of it, my lady?”
Ragna looked up at Dictatious as she came up with something, “I believe she feels shame from enjoying the very act of mating, as many of these maidens do. And for him to have such tastes as striking her or gagging her or pinching her must make her feel as though she is committing a crime, and she commits an even greater crime by enjoying his touches, it may be better to blame it on this “other woman.” Just as it is easier to blame this entity for her small gluttonous and materialism.”
“That strikes me as good of an explanation as any.” Dictatious thought for a moment before asking, “Can I ever try slapping your rear with a flog once we take the surface and find one?”
“Only if you allow me to take a real bite out of your rear. I’m curious about how it might taste.”
“Excellent. It will be one of the first things we do.”
And then there were the best books. The most ridiculous. Fantasy romance. Fragwa reported that the subgenre was also known as “monster-fucking” through some very rude gestures but Dictatious wasn't sure how true that was. Either way, it was glorious. They didn't manage to find books where human females found themselves mating with trolls, thank Gorgus. In fact, most were false ones that were so far fetched as to be ridiculous. Everyone knew vampires weren't real, for instance, but Dictatious was certain they wouldn't be broody about their food, nor lusting after maidens barely into adulthood while repeating schooling over and over again. However, the false tales of true creatures were even more ridiculous, such as the fairies. The little extinct winged menaces made into strapping tall figures for the human women to enjoy ogling and touching
“Wilra found herself stunned by the faerey before her, unable to stop her hands from wandering across his abs. Tam-Lin chuckled as she blushed in embarrassment, telling her, “Go ahead, tonight, I’m all yours.”
To his consent, Wilra kissed him, her hands wandering up to his chest and feeling him there as well, the wings on his back giving an excited flutter. She told him, “Be careful, or you’ll blow me away.”
“I’ll be careful,” he said before kissing her more. He then moaned as her hands wandered further up, taking his horns and rubbing them-”
“Sensitive horns again!” Ragna marked the tally on a bone she kept just for this purpose, a human femur. There were now 15 marks on it. “Do humans know what horns are for?”
“They claim they do! But these books imply that these fairies and minotaurs and other creatures do battle by smashing gronk-nuks together. How does that not do catastrophic damage?”
“Maybe that is why this one is mating with the human. Perhaps he is sick of feeling the worst pain of his life over and over to impress his own kind and finds the human to be an easy conquest.”
“And where is the textual evidence for that, my love?”
Ragna flipped the book back by 20 pages, using Dictatious' finger as a bookmark. “Here. He tells her, “You are far more humble than any faerey woman. You surpass their beauty and yet refuse to demand blood. Who are you, to be so kind and yet so radiant? How does someone like you not have men fighting to the death for you?” He enjoys that he she demands nothing of him. Instead of asking what he can do to impress her, he expresses that her lack of standards are a feature to be admired. If he must harm such a sensitive place to earn the affections of his mates, then it is reasonable to desire a mate who has absolutely no standards, in his mind. If this book ends in a “happily ever after”, then I shall call the author a liar for trying to convince us he did not leave after simply getting what he wanted.”
“By Gorgus, you're right. She even asks if he is, and I quote, “Just trying to get his dick wet,” when he first tries to court her. The foreshadowing is all there. She knows this is but an easy way for him to mate and she lets him.”
“I am always right.” Ragna licked his cheek. She then sighed in content, asking him, “Do you remember when we first mated, Elskan?”
“I do, My Lady, I was terrified.”
“Despite having the Underlord's blessing.” She pulled him fully into her lap, telling him, “Do not misunderstand me, I could have been lying for all you knew, it was wise to be slightly wary. But how were you to know that? All you knew was that the underlady wanted something and that the Underlord had supposedly agreed to it. You had all the evidence in the world that it would be alright.”
“I did. Who could ever deny you, my lady?” He sat perched on her lap like a well behaved pup, leaning into her touch. He felt her run a dangerous claw around his pierced ear, making it twitch. “But why do we speak of such things? I love to reminisce with you, but surely this story does not remind you of our trysts.”
“No, but all the stories we have read have given me an idea.” Ragna flicked Dictatious piercing, “That perhaps you and I could enact our own story with far more skill than any of the humans. A love game, if you will.“
Dictatious looked back at the Underlady in surprise and excitement in his eyes, “A love game? You aren't bored, are you, my lady?“
“Oh, hush.” She lay down and dragged him onto her chest, clearly considering what she wanted out of such a game. “How about this? You are my war captive and I decided to keep you to myself.”
”Away from your lecherous warriors.”
“Yes, though it would certainly be possible that I could throw you to them at any moment.”
“Ooh, threats of ravishment.”
“And I am in need of a scholarly mind to balance my brutality in an heir. And who better than the genius little troll I captured to give me such a thing?”
“So you wish for me to give you a clutch in this scenario?”
“Preciely.”
He licked her strong chest, putting his head there to hear her heartbeat while he was at it. ”I am at your pleasure, my lady.”
“Good.” She sat up and set him down so he was sitting in the nest, ”Let us begin.”
Dictatious smiled with all of his snaggleteeth and nodded before schooling his face, making sure to look all the world like a terrified little troll-market troll. It felt strange that he was able to step into such a role after all these years.
Ragna hummed in satisfaction, running a claw upon his jaw, “My, what have we here? Such a little thing has been brought to the Heckla Queen.”
Heckla queen? Well, that wasn't quite what he expected. No matter. Dictatious, still playing the part of a damsel in distress, begged of Ragna in her role as the Heckla Queen, “Please, let me go, oh Queen Ragna. I am but a humble scholar. I am of no use to you, but my family has treasure to spare. They will give you whatever you wish as ransom”
Ragna laughed as she grabbed Dictatious by the chin, “You misunderstand, little conundrum, I do not need to beg for treasure and I have more than enough brutes among my ranks. It is that mind of yours that intrigues me. You are a scholar, yes? What do you study?”
Dictatious shivered as he was grabbed, forced to look the Heckla Queen directly in the eyes. “I study troll lore. The history of our peoples. The culture of all the tribes and the great battles between them. The tales of heroes and the defeats of villains like you.”
“Ha! A feisty thing full of fire and wit! Good, it will do me no good for my concubine to be weak and afraid.”
“Concubine? How dare you! I am the first born son of house Galadriagal! I will not be some warlord's mere concubine!” Honestly, he was mildly disappointed. Normally in these scenarios the submissive one, usually the human female, was made a spouse to the wretched dominant human, sometimes captured, and sometimes cruelly treated in the darker stories, but always the male’s main mate, and always adored.
He then found his hair pulled by Ragna, making him cry out. She hesitated for a moment, but when she was sure that she hadn't yanked all of his hair out, she went right back to it, “Enough prattle! I could always throw you to my generals. I'm sure you would give them plenty of clutches.”
He went silent, resigned to his fate at her concubine rather than a breeder for her generals. She smiled, telling him, “Good pet. Now, let us put your mouth to good use, see if it is as clever as you claim."
Dictatious then found himself knocked over onto his back. Luckily, his head fell into the plush nest rather than onto the hard stone floor. Ragna hovered over him, ripping her skirt off, now fully nude before him. Ah, but she was not exposed yet. He noticed a line of wetness at her apex, so he would see in her full glory soon enough. She got down on her knees, hovering over his mouth, making sure to not put too much of her weight onto him. However, he grabbed her thighs, breaking character so she could sit on his face more easily. She allowed this, her weight upon him a comforting presence. He then went to bite at her thigh like a feisty little prisoner, his teeth scraping at her stone skin and leaving shallow, uneven grooves. Evidence that he was here. She gave a soft gasp and chuckled. “Ooh, that tickles. You'll have to do better than that to make me relent with those adorable little teeth of yours.”
He snarled but yielded, going to lap at her now that he knew there was no escape. He felt that wetness, tasted her, and she was divine. The more he lapped at her, the more she opened up, until he felt soft, wet flesh instead of hard stone hide. Orange, glowing, and warm. Her arousal was obvious if he were to take a look, which he gladly did. He noted that her secondary sex was tucked away. She must have wanted nothing more than to be filled. She put her hands in his hair in a silent treat and told him, “Don't you dare stop.”
Luckily, Dictatious had no such plans to do so. He immediately went back to it, observing how cunt dripped in want, how it twitched with desire. As his upper hands gripped her thighs, his lower hands spread her folds, pressing his tongue to her core to have a more direct taste, lapping at and pressing inside her firmly, though he never stayed inside her for long. He also licked at the spot above her slit, where her secondary sex was hidden, pointedly avoiding her clit.
Ragna sighed and ground herself down on his tongue in response, “You little tease. I know you can do better than that.” She even yanked at his hair to get him to respond properly and comply.
Dictatious groaned when she yanked at his hair again, the pain and threat of its loss sending electric tingles from the top of his head down to his sex. He was tempted to act bratty and refuse so she would give him more of that. But alas, his desire to see his lady happy was stronger than his desire to see her strength. He moved away from her entrance to her clit, taking it into his mouth and sucking. When that got a gasp from his lady, he smirked, letting her wet his chin with her essence and continuing to grip her thighs, now using all four of his hands. He then went in to use his tongue alongside sucking, savoring her noises of pleasure and groaning into her as if she was the finest meal he had ever tasted, the game long abandoned as he continued to please the underlady. His noises made her grind into him harder, eliciting an all out moan.
Ragna was not one to whimper, but she did so now as she enjoyed Dictatious' touches, However, she wanted more. She eased up on him a bit, telling him, “Finger me. Now.”
With less need to use his hands to hold her up, he took one of his lower hands and pressed three fingers into her all at once. She took them eagerly, telling him, “Right there, keep them there.”
Ever her obedient servant, Dictatious thrust his three fingers at that spot near her entrance. He had very small hands, so it wasn't much of a stretch at all. But oh those fingers were so very dextrous. Rubbing right against her with such finesse as his tongue pressed and swirled upon her clit, being treated like it was the most delectable candy. His touch sent her closer and closer to her limit. She tried to stand up, but he kept his upper hands on her thighs, not wanting her to leave. She panted as she told him, “Dictatious, if you do not stop, I'm going to cum.”
Dictatious, to his credit, did stop then, telling her, “I know, I want to bring you to a crashing ecstasy. I want you to cry out my name as you are brought over the edge of sweet oblivion. I want nothing more than to see it. To feel you upon my mouth and fingers.”
Ragna's face softened as she looked down at him, still panting as she did. And she couldn't help it, she could never say no to him. Especially when the request was as sweet as that. Nor would she deny him an act that would bring her such pleasure. “Keep going then. I shall drown you in my pleasure if you so badly wish for it.”
Dictatious smirked and continued once more, lapping at her pearl with wild abandon, his fingers teasing and rubbing inside her once more. He said he wanted to bring her to oblivion and he meant it.
Though her oncoming climax had subsided a bit from their pause, Ragna very quickly found herself on the precipice once more. Dictatious could feel it, the tension inside her translating to the tension she felt in her belly and in her legs. And he was relentless as he continued. With one particularly hard suck, the dam broke. The underlady roared out in ecstacy, her walls fluttering and clenching around his fingers as she soaked him down to the wrist with her orgasm, panting as her legs shook.
Ragna looked down at Dicatious and smiled, telling him, “My, you certainly do have a clever tongue, and clever fingers as well.” She then got off of him properly, pulling him to her chest as she came down from her high. However, she took note of the hardness in his shorts. It was squirming and eager. “But you enjoyed it almost as much as I. You are not at all innocent, little scholar.” She then rubbed him through his shorts, making him tense up groan, clearly having been wanting for quite a while.
Dictatious got back into character, telling her, “You fiend, this means nothing! How else is someone supposed to react to such debauchery? What are you going to do to me now? Leave me wanting and waiting until I beg for you? Throw me in the dungeon until you have need of me again? Tease me more until I relent”
Ragna chuckled, “Oh my sweet, silly little scholar. I would never do any of those horrible things to my concubine. No, I would never leave you wanting. I would have you feel nothing but pleasure and have you treated like the precious thing you are, but first, I must claim you.”
“What do you mean by claim me, you ruffian?”
“I mean this,” she then dragged Dictatious forward and bit him on the shoulder, continuing to rub at him through his pants.
Dictatious screamed then, but not out of fear, or even purely pain, but in pleasure, The feeling of being bitten was delicious when combined with the underlady's ministrations upon him. Most would be terrified when she bit down and drew blood, when they felt her tongue on their skin, lapping it up like the finest mead. But Dictatious knew himself to be safe. The devourer sought not to eat him, but to pleasure him. He would never be her meal, his doom would never be the reason that she had a full belly. He knew this because he knew she loved him too much to ever do that to him. Sometimes he wondered how Gunmar would feel if he knew that Dictatious was more than a bedwarmer, if he knew just how fond of him she was.
Eventually, she let go. Though a troll's stone hide was thick, the damage was, shockingly, only superficial. It would scar over, for sure, but he had not truly hurt him. She had held back with her bite. Ragna gave his shoulder another lick before licking his face. “Now, let's see what we have to work with, my sweet concubine.” She then laid him down on the nest.
He could not stay in character despite his best attempts. He smiled at the underlady and spread his legs as she finally pulled his shorts off, the single overall strap snapping open, his tiny tail wagging in excitement. She smiled as if this was her first time seeing him naked and aroused, telling him, “My, I think I'll quite enjoy this,” squeezing all three of his cocks in her hand.
The three of them were tendrils, prehensile as they wound their way along and between her fingers. The middle was the largest, and it was the only one with a slit at its top. It wound its way around the other two as it traveled along her hand, coating its smaller counterparts in the generous pre that flowed from it. And while it was indeed the thickest and longest of the three, the other two were not far behind at all. Holding the three together, they would no doubt be a daunting task for the humans in the books they read. But that was not so for Ragna, these were a treat for her, it made her lick her lips as she now properly stroked them, her hand being coated in the slick lubrication that middle one provided. His secondary sex was wet as well, but that was far easier to ignore, in his mind.
Dictatious got back into character then, seemingly remembering the game they were playing, “You beast! How dare you take my purity so carelessly! How horrid to know my first shall be you! Release me!”
That made Ragna blink in confusion for a moment. “Virginity” was not a preoccupation for trolls the way it was for humans. Sharing your first time with someone could be special, yes, but this purity talk was not something she had ever heard from another troll before. Of course you were named for your father, but your mother need not be pure for them. However, she quickly recovered upon realizing that he was imitating the human books, “On the contrary, little scholar, you will lose your maidenhood to the finest bride.” She then pulled her hand away and licked the pre away from her palm all the way to the tips of her claws, the sight of which made Dictatious' cocks twitch.
“Mmm, delicious, now let's see if you can breed me properly, little scholar.” She took all three of his cocks in hand and lowered herself upon them, groaning in satisfaction at the feeling of finally being filled. Dictatious groaned beneath her as well, feeling her wet heat surrounding him. The feeling of his undulating tendrils feeling divine to the both of them.
And then, without another word, Ragna began to ride Dictatious, panting as she did. The tendrils reached spots inside her that no stable, stationary cock could ever hope to. She told Dictatious, ”By the gods that's divine.”
However, not wanting poor Ragna to do all the work, Dictatious grabbed at her hips with two hands and at her thighs with the other two. Not to move her, by Gorgus no, that was impossible and she would never allow it if it was. Instead, he used the grip as leverage, doing his best to meet her bouncing with his thrusts.
Ragna giggled as he did this, telling him, “”Chasing your pleasure I see.” However in that moment, he rubbed right against that spot on her entrance relentlessly and moaned loudly.
Dictatious, for his part, panted as he told her, “I c-could never leave you to do everything by yourself m-my lady. I am fully at your service. U-Use me, and I shall help you use me. Luxuriate, and I shall do all the work. Ask anything you wish of me, and it shall be done.”
Ragna's heart melted at such a statement. Gods, where had she found such a sweet little scholar. She bent down to grasp at his shoulders, minding his new bite as she broke character. “I could not have asked for a better advisor. You feel so good inside me. And you make me feel like a queen as well. How did I ever earn you?”
Such words made Dictatious thrust his hips up, gasping before biting back a moan, slowing down his undulations and thrusting. “I could say the same. How did I ever earn the right to even look upon you, let alone bed you?” Honestly, he was shocked he still had his head after all this time spent with her. How could Gunmar ever let a woman like this stray? But then, couldn’t say he didn’t understand. How could anyone say no to the underlady? How could anyone bear the thought of ever disappointing the most beautiful troll in all the worlds?
Ragna chuckled and ran a claw along Dictatious' chin, telling him, “I felt that, lovely. You almost finished. All it took was some praise for you to break your so-called integrity and nearly spill yourself within me.” Her dangerous claws wandered up to his cheek.
Dictatious could not deny it, He nodded, taking her fingers into his mouth, sucking on them as he did, tongue winding around the digits and claws, not caring that he tasted himself.
The underlady clenched around her advisor in turn, her spine shuddering as his tongue laved attention on her fingers. Even as they were coated in his own pre and he had not been told to. What had she done to earn Dictatious indeed?
She had no need to stop, truly, having already gotten her pleasure. She could simply continue riding him through his near orgasm until he spilled, and then continue until he told her it was too much. But that was not what she wanted. She slowed down to a gentler pace instead. “I want to finish with you, advisor of mine.”
Dictaatious stopped sucking on her fingers then, telling her, “Thank you, my lady. You can continue, if you wish. I assure you, I will not disappoint you again.”
“You didn't disappoint me. You could never disappoint me. It is an honor”
Ragna's hips picked back up again, feeling his tentacles undulating against her once more. Below her, Dictatious was the very figure of concentration and pleasure. How odd for such a combination of emotions to be present in one troll. But perhaps that was simply to be expected from Dictatious. He wanted nothing more than her pleasure, and so his pleasure would come from his focus. It was a silly face, all things considered, but she didn't care. To her, it was a good face, another sign of his love.
While she so lovingly rocked her hips against him, Dictatious could not help but focus on every sensation. The way that their stone hides made delicate grinding and clicking noises with every rock of Ragna's hips. How warm she was, evidence of her origins as a volcanic troll, her wetness as hot as the lava it shared a resemblance with. The power of her walls, how every single muscle in her perfect body was built for strength, right down to those used for pleasure. Honestly, she could crush him to death and he would only thank her. He thanked her for his bleeding shoulder even now, telling her, “Thank you, my lady. Thank you for all of your gifts. For claiming me.”
Ragna did not respond with words. Only with a pleased growl and another squeeze.
He turned to take her finger in his mouth once again, the underlady giving another groan as he did that. “Gods, you look divine like this. Under me, in your place, and loving every moment of it. I wonder what would happen if I rewarded you?“
“W-what?”
She leaned forward, now grinding their hips together, the sound of the soft scraping as loud as the blood pounding in her ears, “What if I actually let you breed me? What if you filled me and gave me your heir? Gunmar wouldn't be able to say a damned thing. After all, he gave you to me for my pleasure, and it would be my pleasure for your seed to quicken within me and give you a clutch. How many eggs do you think I would lay? Three? Four? Five?” Nonsense, of course, the darklands were no place to beget eggs. But that didn’t stop the pleasure that Ragna felt at the thought, nor did it stop her desire for it.
Dictatious gasped, groaned, and was clearly trying to hold back his orgasm yet again. But instead of easing up, one of his clever lower hands wandered, reaching her clit and rubbing.
And that got the underlay to shout and gasp, riding him even harder, the scraping of their hips together far less gentle than before and far louder as well. A coil was tightening within her belly, “Fuck! Don't you dare stop, little scholar.”
And indeed, he didn't stop, rubbing at her in quick but gentle circles as he worked. Feeling her tighten around him once more, her second orgasm of the evening impending. And he knew that he was sure to follow.
And then, all at once, it happened, the underlday howled out her pleasure as his three tendrils touched that spot at her entrance, the one deep inside her, and the all the other nerves inside her all at once while his fingers worked her pearl into a frenzy with tight, fast circles. She once more fluttered around him in a vice grip, and that brought him to a crashing crescendo in turn, feeling all of her all at once as he gave several quick thrusts into her, finishing within her. He even gave a loud honk as he did.
He held her hips with his lower hands now, though she knew better than to pull away, lest she make an immediate mess. She felt herself being filled by him, his seed thick and copious. This waiting and gentle thrusting went on for several moments before he let go. The underlady was careful as she pulled herself off of him and lay back, letting him observe his handiwork before it all spilled out.
Dictatious sat up to do just that, observing exactly what he did to her. And what a wonderful sight it was. His spend mixing with her desire as it dripped out between her folds. His pink seed was a stark contrast against her dark purple hide, yet appeared lovely amongst her orange arousal. Both of these were copious enough to coat her very inner thighs as she lay back. And that just wouldn't do, not on his watch.
He crawled between her legs and licked at her thighs, her legs twitching as he did, “Again, dearest? I do not have as much stamina as I did 900 years ago.”
“No, my lady, merely cleaning you.”
“Hmm, proceed then.”
He continued, not caring that he tasted himself on her, only that she was clean and that she was happy and purring. When he was done, their sexes were hidden once more and he nuzzled her leg lovingly. He told her, “Perhaps we should play such games more often. Perhaps even reenact the scenes from this books in an improved fashion"
“It's certainly a good idea. Perhaps we need not even confine our dalliances to the trash the goblins bring. Perhaps we can read between the lines of our trollish histories. Or we can reenact their rare, good tales. I could be your Penelope and you my Odysseus, perhaps?”
“An excellent idea, my lady. I shall be sure to pretend we have been separated for a lifetime next time we are together. Though I cannot guarantee there won't be any tears.” He crawled on top of her, recovering the book they had been reading together. “Shall we finish this tale of the fae and his human with no standards?”
“Sounds like a plan, Elakan.” But then, after a pause, she asked, “Wait, is the fae's name not Tam-Lim?”
“It is.”
She barked out a laugh, “I remember him! Pretending to be a fairy to get human females to sleep with him. I see his counterpart in literature is the same.”
She then licked his cheek tenderly, telling him, “I love you.”
“And I love you, Ragna.”
