CW: monster fucking, non consent, forced oral, suffocation, implied snuff
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It hurts. Having your jaw pried open and your throat battered and your head held in a vice like grip would hurt under normal circumstances. But everything is made worse by the creature that ruts in and out of your mouth.
You shouldn’t have gone hiking in this area. You should have heeded the weather warnings. You shouldn’t have taken shelter in this cave. Should have, shouldn’t have, it hardly matters anymore. This night is a culmination of one mistake after another.
Now you’re on your knees, the skin on them scraped raw. Your mouth is bloody too. The troll’s skin is – fuck. It’s not even skin. Its body is made of stone. You don’t know how it moves. You don’t know what it’s made of. You’re not a damn monster physiologist. You’re just an unlucky hiker who was caught in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Your fists beating against its thighs, do nothing. Your attempt to bite down on the intrusion in your mouth is barely noticed. Your whole face is bruised. If you don’t cooperate you’re afraid the strength of the troll’s thrusts will crack your teeth. And your throat?
Well, you can’t breathe. Obviously.
Deepthroating is one thing. Inhaling bits of gravel and having the stone absorb all the moisture in your mouth?
This was such a Stupid fucking idea.
You firmly decide to never go anywhere near a cave again if you survive. You probably won’t though. The fluid trickling down your throat is blood. You taste metal and dirt. Your lungs are probably fucked. You doubt you’ll live long enough to have them examined though, because you can’t get a damn breath of air into them.
No gasping or coughing or spluttering. Your vision is tunnelling and you can’t control yourself anymore. You’re just suffocating.
