Happy Accidents (Witcher 3 Ciri x Rock Troll Commission) (FULL - Early Access)

Ciri was dreading this meeting, even if she knew it was a long time coming. Her fingers drummed on the surface of the table she was sitting at, waiting for her contact to arrive while she sulked.

She wondered if Geralt had ever gotten himself into a pickle like the one she was currently in. He had taught her all about potions, tracking monsters, slaying monsters and everything in between. But he had not taught her about owing someone coin. If anything, Geralt was more often probably on the receiving end of a debt, as people liked to come up with excuses not to pay him after he’d already fulfilled a monster contract for them.

Ciri’s problem was that she was too damn altruistic. She didn’t have the heart to haggle and press people for coin as Geralt did. Whenever they pulled out their sob stories about not having enough coin to feed their families, Ciri didn’t have the heart to push the issue. Combine that with her potion and other upkeep costs, and she found herself in a hole and having to borrow some coin.

In this case, borrowing coin from Bernhold, the local loan shark of Mulbrydale.

Soon enough, Bernhold himself entered the squalid little tavern of Mulbrydale. A portly, pudgy and bald man with a baby face, Bernhold was frankly unpleasant to look at. He turned to her table with a big grin on his fat face, inwardly making Ciri groan. He looked quite pleased with himself, because he knew this was the day he would either get paid, or would start squeezing Ciri for something else.

Bernhold approached her table with a tall, lanky bodyguard armed with a pair of daggers at his belt. Ciri almost found the sight comical. The fact that he approached her with such swagger with his only “muscle” being a sidekick who barely possessed any muscles - she would laugh if her situation was not so frustrating.

Truthfully, if Ciri really wanted to, she could dispatch both Bernhold and his goon without breaking a sweat. She wondered if Bernhold was even aware of this fact. Despite being a loan shark, he was nowhere near as clever and shrewd as he fancied himself. He was only able to be the debtor king of his tiny fiefdom because he mostly preyed on poor Temerian peasants. Anyone more imposing would not put up with a miscreant like Bernhold.

As he sat down across from her with his sidekick standing close by, Ciri felt the tiniest tinge of an impulse to just draw her sword and be done with it. Or to teleport somewhere far away, where Bernhold could never hope to find her. But that would make her no better than a common bandit. Just because she could easily mop the floor with a pudgy loan shark did not mean that she should. She had made the choice to borrow that money despite knowing what kind of man Bernhold was, and now she had to deal with the consequences. That was the way of things, and she would abide by it whether she liked it or not.

“Well ‘ello there, my pretty little witcher,” Bernhold said through yellowed teeth. “We meet again.”

Ciri sighed, crossing her arms. “Bernhold. I wish I could say it was good to see you again but, well, you know.”

Unbothered by the insult, he smiled at her again. “Now, now, lady witcher. We ‘ad ourselves a deal, we did. I’m purely a businessman. So…do ye ‘ave me coin?”

“No…I don’t. The earldoman did not pay me what was agreed upon. But I have myself another contract, and once I complete it I’ll have enough to-

He interrupted her with a tsk sound, wagging his finger at her. “Uh uh uh, not what we agreed. A deal is a deal,” he repeated scoldingly. “So…we ‘ave ourselves a bit of a dilemma, ya?” Ciri scowled, muttering something under her breath.

Bernhold turned to look at his lanky sidekick before looking back at Ciri. “Now, this would normally be the part where I order my lad here to take one of yer fingers. But you are far too pretty of a lass to damage like that. So, seein’ as I’m a generous sort, let’s say you and me come to some sort of…arrangement.”

Given the lecherous way in which his eyes greedily scanned up and down her body, she already suspected what his price would be.

“And what exactly do you want, Bernhold?” she asked, raising her brow at him. “State it plainly."

He gave a lecherous grin, licking his chapped lips. “Plainly huh? I like that. I want the full parcel treatment. You’re a lovely piece of ass, witcheress, and I want a nice taste o’ it all. I want to slip my todger inside that pretty body of yers. After I get meself off, then yer debt will be square. How’s that fancy ya?”

There it was. Ciri knew this was coming. She had even been mentally preparing herself for it, even if the realities of being used by someone so repulsive were another thing entirely to prepare for. Still, she knew she didn’t have much choice. No choice that didn’t involve bloodshed, at any rate.

Ciri sighed. “Fine. But I have a few conditions: first, this will only happen one time, Bernhold. Second, I want privacy and for your goon to not watch. Agreed?”

Bernhold grinned, overjoyed that he had landed himself such a beautiful woman. “It’s a deal. But you need to let my associate hold onto your weapons. If you’re depriving me of my blades, then I’m depriving you of yer’s.”

She didn’t like that at all, but she could handle someone like Bernhold unarmed if need be. “Agreed.” He removed her sheathed sword and dagger, placing them on the table. She and Bernhold reached out and they shook on the deal.

Ciri took a deep breath to calm her nerves. “Where are we…?”

“The barn. That’ll give us all the privacy we need for some fun, my lovely ashen-haired dove.”

She inwardly groaned at the scumbag’s pitiable attempt at wooing, reluctantly accepting the hand that he offered her. Ciri stood up onto her feet and turned, looking at the lanky bodyguard who busied himself with taking a drink of ale. “My blades better be there when I come back, or that’ll be the last mistake you ever make.” The thug said nothing, merely shrugging and returning to his drink.

“My man knows his place. Now come along,” Bernhold said, leading her by the hand out from the tavern like an excited child.

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Unbeknownst to either the witcheress or the loan shark extorting her, someone else was watching them. A rock troll pulled aside some of the foliage blocking his view, his beady eyes widening as he watched a portly human man dragging along an ashen-haired woman by the hand. His heart began pounding in his large boulder of a chest as he recognized the woman in question.

Urt the troll had always been told by his fellow trolls to avoid witchers and their sharp pointy metal sticks. They liked to hack and slash and kill trollfolk and other monsters like himself, after all. But one day, not far from this very village, Urt had stumbled upon the prettiest human woman he’d ever laid eyes on. She had been completely naked, bathing in a pond. The sight of her supple, lithe body and pert breasts had inspired something in him down below, and he could not help but start touching himself to the sight of her.

Of course he hadn’t seen her silver sword or anticipated her grabbing it and lunging up at him, even naked as she was. He had been so distracted and she had been so fast that she could have easily slain him where he stood. Fortunately, however, she had shown mercy and not killed him when she realized that all he was doing was watching her. He was afraid she would be angry at her for looking at her privates while she was bathing, but instead of letting loose with her metal stick, she had instead sat down with him for the next hour or so near her camp fire and had a friendly chat with him. She had been so nice to him, unlike what so many of the other trolls had claimed about witchers.

As he now watched the grinning fat bald man dragging this witcher woman into a barn and closing the door behind him, Urt knew it had to be her. He didn’t have the best memory; he forgot his own name once or twice. But he sure wouldn’t forget the prettiest human he’d ever seen.

Cari. Yes, that was her name, like she’d told him. He could never forget a thing like that. He was a very smart troll, after all.

He began to wonder why she was here. She was not bathing like the last time he’d seen her, clearly. And something about the looks that bald, fat man was giving her made him nervous and unsettled. Was he trying to harm her?

Emboldened, the rock troll lumbered forward past the bushes, looking in either direction to make sure the coast was clear. The last thing he wanted was an angry mob of human villagers running him out of town. He always hated when that happened. But this was a risk worth taking. He needed to make sure the pretty lady-witcher who’d befriended him was safe and unharmed.

He padded his way toward the barn as quietly as a rock troll could.

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“You can’t be serious, Bernhold…” Ciri groaned.

In the loan shark’s pudgy hands were a blindfold and shackles. He sported a devious grin. “Oh, I am quite serious, madam witcher.”

“I am already agreeing to fuck you, Bernhold. Is all this really necessary?”

He wagged his finger at her. “I am the one who is owed a debt here, so I will decide what is necessary. Now, quit yer gripin’ and shed those clothes of yers, my little strumpet.”

Ciri sighed and reluctantly began removing her belt, followed by her boots. She did not even bother with any sort of intimate striptease, and thankfully Bernhold did not seem interested in one either. She just wanted her clothes to be off so she could get this over with quickly, and he likewise wanted to see her naked body as soon as possible.

Soon enough, her clothes lay in a bundle and she put her hands on her slender hips, completely naked before him. “Satisfied?”

He licked his lips as his eyes were fixed on her perky breasts and pink nipples, rubbing his crotch where an erection was tenting in his patchwork pants. From the looks of it, it didn’t seem like he was packing much. “Mmm…nearly. I’m gonna enjoy having fun with that tight, lovely body.” She grimaced.

He took the blindfold and shackles and led her over to the center of the room. He took her wrists in his pudgy hands and shackled them together. Then, walking behind her, Ciri’s vision went dark as Bernhold wrapped her eyes in the black cloth, tying the knot behind her head.

“Gods, what a lovely sight.” His hands rubbed her bum before giving it a light spank, causing her to gasp. “Be so kind as to bend over the railing in front o’ ye and stick out that lovely arse. I’ll be with ya in a moment, right after I get meself some ale that I stashed away for the occasion.” Ciri reluctantly settled her shackled wrists onto the wood railing of the stall in front of her, bending over and sticking her bum out as requested with a sigh.

Bernhold left her there for several moments, rummaging through a crate he had tucked away in the back of the barn, tossing aside the empty bottles. “Bloodly hell, where is the good vintage?” He was so busy fumbling around the crate that he didn’t notice the back door to the barn slide open and a burlier, heavier figure amble up behind him on large, flat feet. “Ahah, there it is!”

“I’ll be with you in a moment, my lovely little witcher-bitch!” Bernhold hollered, uncorking his flask.

He took a swig of ale and spun around, coming face to face with the burly form of a rock troll. Bernhold blinked as he didn’t even realize what he was looking at for a moment, as the rock troll scratched his chin, cocking his head at Bernhold with curiosity and suspicion. Bernhold’s eyes widened as realization sank in a moment later. “What the bloody f-

Berhold yelped as he backed up and slipped on one of the empty bottles he’d discarded, slamming the back of his head on one of the wooden support beams of the barn behind him, knocking himself out cold.

“Oh…uh oh,” Urt the troll mumbled as he looked at the pudgy human man unconscious in a puddle of his spilt ale. He had not intended to hurt the man, and he felt a bit guilty.

“If we’re going to do this, let’s just do it. I don’t want to be in this position a second longer than I have to,” Ciri said loudly, catching Urt’s attention.

Leaving the bald man where he was, Urt waddled over to the center of the barn. He gawked at what he saw. The pretty witcher woman was bent over, her pert pale cheeks of her bum facing in his direction. She had a black cloth covering her eyes and a pair of metal thingies on her wrists for some reason. And she was naked, like she had been when he’d spied on her bathing. Her body was just as enticing and beautiful as the last time he’d seen it, scars and all.

Ciri, seemingly realizing that someone was behind her, turned her blindfolded head back toward him. “Here, is this what you want?” She enticingly shook her ass at him. The troll’s beady-eyed gaze went to her lower extremities, captivating by the swaying of her rear as well as her soft pink sex nestled between her legs.

Urt was confused beyond belief. Did this pretty woman want him to…mate with her? Her nudity and her movements suggested as much. Well, even he had enough sense not to look a gift nekker in the mouth.

Shuffling forward, the troll approached the witcher woman as quietly as he could. He did not want to frighten her, after all. She was so much smaller than he was, and he would not dare to hurt her. She was a friend, after all. When she was close enough, he shakily lowered one of his big fingers down, dipping it between her legs.

Ciri cooed as the troll’s big pointy finger brushed over her pussy. Had she been in a normal state of mind, she likely would have noticed how much bigger that the finger touching her was. Still, foreplay was foreplay, and she was thankful for it considering she was expecting Bernhold to just stick himself inside her right away.

Urt stroked his finger over her the length of her slit. He pulled his finger back a moment later, realizing she was a bit dry. Thankfully, the simple creature could think of something that could help with that. Sucking his finger into his mouth, he lowered his wet finger back down to her sex again, probing at the tight hole of the human woman.

“Oh fuck,” Ciri gasped under her breath as a wet finger spread her tight pussy open slightly. At least she thought it was a finger; it felt an awful lot like the size of a prick. Urt’s finger rubbed across her lips, coaxing her own natural wetness out of her as he made gentle exploratory strokes. At the end of one of these strokes, his finger found her love button and he began touching that as well.

Ciri sighed as her clit was rubbed. Bernhold was proving to be a pleasant surprise, demonstrating more awareness of how to pleasure a woman than she would’ve expected for someone of his ilk. Before long, she was growing quite moist as the foreplay was having an effect.

The troll pulled his finger away from Ciri’s sex and it came away dripping with her juices. He reached his finger up to his nose and sniffed it, being immediately aroused and enticed by her feminine scent, his eyes widening. Between his treetrunk-thick legs, his member was twitching and dripping out thick globs of precum, lengthening to a full erection. All instinct was telling the troll that he had to be inside this beautiful female and breed her, and he saw no reason to delay any longer.

He lumbered forward a couple more steps, the ground shaking around him as he did. He took hold of her pert ass, one cheek in each hand. Ciri gasped when she felt this. Turning her blindfolded head back toward what she assumed was the portly human man who she was indebted to.

“Oh my…your hands are bigger than I was expecting Bernhold,” Ciri laughed awkwardly.

The troll shifted forward a bit closer, his colossal prick hard as steel, twitching as the rod closed the distance with the lovely human woman’s tight little pussy. As carefully as he could, the lumbering monster wrapped his hands around the ashen-haired beauty’s midsection, her hourglass waist so slender that his pointer fingers met at her belly button. His bloated twitching cockhead was only an inch away from pushing into her dripping pink love tunnel.

What Bernhold was missing out on - unconscious as he was in the corner of the barn - the troll was more than eager to take advantage of in his place. Deciding not to delay any longer, the creature settled his long, fat clay-colored cock against Ciri’s lubricated pink pussy and gave a push.

Ciri shuddered and gasped in the troll’s grip as the troll’s girth started to fill her. His fingering and the plentiful lubrication she’d prepared herself with made it much easier, but it was still a very tight fit. She was amazed at how much of a stretch this was, given that Bernhold had not exactly looked like much to write home about.

“Ooo…give me a moment. You’re…mmm…you’re thicker than I was expecting. As my friend Bea would say, you must be a grower rather than a shower,” Ciri cooed, holding on tightly to the railing in front of her.

The troll, despite his urge to shove himself inside her, held back. He was told to wait, so he waited. He was finally inside this beautiful female who he’d been peeping on time after time. Even with his limited intelligence, the last thing he wanted to do was make her angry and ruin his chance of mating with her. So he dutifully stayed put. As his cock twitched inside her, his pea-sized urethra was drizzling out spurts of precum more abundant than anything a human could produce, lubricating her tight pink channel even more for the interspecies mating to come.

After a few moments, Ciri nodded her blindfolded head. “A- alright then. I’m ready for more,” she said, shaking slightly with eager anticipation rather than fear.

The troll held on to her taut, flat belly with a firm yet gentle grip as he pushed another couple inches of thick troll cock inside her snug sex. Ciri let out a soft “mmhm” of pleasure as the troll’s cock pushed deeper inside her, stretching her open even more. Though she was not cognizant of this fact, the nubs around the troll’s cockhead were stirring up a divine sensation inside her as her inner walls were touched by his girth. Her body was not exactly made for troll cock, and the anatomical differences between them only made her more aroused from the unique sensations as her nether regions were touched and caressed by all his strange bumps and nubs.

“Oh…mmm, yes. That f- feels rather lovely,” Ciri cooed, feeling her tight pussy being caressed and touched by the thick slab of meat in all the right places. It was rather embarrassing to be left mewling and moaning with pleasure from a scumbag like Bernhold fucking her, but what could she say? He was hitting the spot so far, she had to admit. And she had never been one to hide how she was feeling about something.

The troll felt the same euphoric sensations that the witcheress was feeling. Her tight pussy was surrounding his girthy pink shaft, blanketing it in a velvety tight sensation. It was taking every ounce of his meager willpower not to begin pounding her at full force like his instincts were telling him to. But he didn’t want to break the beautiful tiny woman. He shifted his large, rough body back and forth, stretching her pussy open incrementally with small movements of his hips, his abundant syrupy precum lubricating a nice easy path for him inside her snug sex despite how tight she was and how big he was.

The ashen-haired witcheress shuddered and gasped, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the railing of the barn stall. The troll’s blunt, fat cockhead introduced her cervix to her for the first time in, well, possibly ever.

“By Melitele…I didn’t know you could go this deep. Just…give me a minute,” Ciri begged.

As soon as she felt her deepest place getting tapped upon by the girthy intruder inside her, she widened her stance, spreading her legs open and leaning onto the railing in front of her, pushing her pert ass back at the troll.

After several moments, she nodded her head resolutely back at what she thought was her debt collector. “Alright…I’m ready. You’ve been a pleasant surprise so far, Bernhold. So I’ll tell you what; you can go a bit faster and harder now,” she said, licking her lips with anticipation, her pussy dripping wet with anticipation around the troll girth plugged inside her cunt. She willingly pushed her ass back against his gut, not seeming to realize that this particular male’s gut was much bigger than even Bernhold’s should’ve been.

Luckily she had the continent’s most patient troll stuffing her snatch, unbeknownst to her. And the troll’s patience was finally rewarded. He held on tightly to her hips, drawing his long turgid shaft out of her tight little pussy before pushing back in, his blunt, bumpy cockhead sloppily plugging against her cervix again on the end of each stroke, drawing a moan of half discomfort and half pleasure from her lips in the process. Ciri reached her shackled hands down between her legs, reaching a finger down to rub her clit. The other hand went to her belly, and she swore she could feel the slight outline of his cockhead through her stomach lining when he pushed deep. In short order, the troll was pumping in and out of the lovely human woman who had admired from afar for quite some time, mating her vigorously as he began wheezing and breathing heavily.

Ciri was freely moaning now as the troll’s long, girthy cock was stroking in and out of her cunt at a nice, smooth pace. Her lithe, slender body was glistening with sweat as she willingly took everything she was given. The witcheress pushed her ass back against his thrusts, licking her lips and cooing lustfully as her pussy was serviced, the troll’s nubs and bumps feeling wonderful inside her with every pump. At the end of each stroke, the troll’s fat, bloated cockhead intimately tapped at her cervix. His abundant precum was getting soaked in the ring of her tight cervix, dilating her open a tiny bit at a time.

On the other side of the barn, Bernhold groaned as he was starting to rouse. He rubbed the back of his head where a swelling bump was there from where he’d knocked himself out. “Fuck…” he mumbled, realizing he was lying in a puddle of ale.

“Mmm yes.”

The sound of a woman’s moaning caused him to perk up. Struggling to his feet, the hapless loan shark padded around the corner to the center of the barn in a daze. He suddenly became very, very alert however at the sight that greeted him.

The lovely witcher who was supposed to be his prize for the evening was bent over a railing, her ass pushing enthusiastically back and forth against the thrusting haunches of a rock troll. The troll’s cock was stuffed inside her, stretching the pink lips of her tight cunt around his girth as he pushed in and out of her. It was a miracle that such a smaller woman could take such a monster in the first place, let alone with the enthusiasm that Ciri was taking it.

Bernhold gaped, frozen in place. A mixture of emotions ran through him. Confusion, envy, jealousy and…arousal?! Sure enough, he felt himself growing stiff in his breeches. What was wrong with him?! Still, he could not deny that Ciri was a beautiful woman who looked even more beautiful while being fucked. Even if he was not the one doing the fucking.

Despite the fact that a mangy rock troll was buried inside her at the moment, the sight of the witcheress biting her lip and moaning with a smile, her ashen-hair becoming wild and unkempt and her body glistening with sweat was immensely arousing to watch. Her small, pert breasts jiggled from each of the troll’s pounding claps into her bum, a slick, wet slapping sound filling the room as the troll’s girth filled her sex again and again, stirring up a flow of precum inside her that dripped to the ground beneath her legs.

Fuck it.

Bernhold unbuttoned his pants and walked out into the center of the barn, prick in hand. Ciri, still blindfolded and currently taking troll dick against her cervix again and again, did not notice his approach. The troll saw him standing in front of Ciri on the other side of the wooden railing. He looked suspiciously at Bernhold, perhaps fearful that the man meant to deny him the lovely female whose cunt he was currently impaling.

Still, Bernhold wasn’t about to try anyway. Trolls may have been dense creatures, but it would be suicide to get in the way of one while unarmed. Though still upset that the witcheress had been snagged out from under him by a damned troll of all things, the jealous loan shark nevertheless stroked his cock in front of Ciri’s face, hell bent on getting himself off from the arousing sight if there was no way to fuck the witcheress himself until after the troll was finished with her.

“F- fuck I’m cumming…gods yes!” Ciri unashamedly threw her ashen head back as an orgasm wracked her body. She gripped the railing and her legs shook as a frothy mixture of troll preseed and her own juices cascaded from her cunt, dripping down her legs. Her whole body was flushed and glistening as she climaxed hard.

The sight of the lovely young witcheress cumming - even if he was not the one to make it happen - was enough to set off Bernhold prematurely. Gripping his small pecker, he jerked his way to his finish. “Fuckin’ fuck!” he let out a choking gasp, a ribbon of cum shooting from his cock and hitting Ciri in the face just as the blindfold had come loose amid her throwing her head back from her own climax.

Ciri paled with a mixture of sudden confusion and shock, even as her body was still trembling in the aftershocks of an orgasm. Bernhold was standing in front of her, jerking an obviously small prick. His seed dripped down her cheek and her breasts. And yet, there was another, much larger cock still sliding in and out of her pussy.

“Who the f-

Ciri turned her head, her eyes widened as she saw the face of a rock troll. A very familiar rock troll, in fact. “It’s y- you!”

Urf, not seeming to understand the mishap, patted her bum gently even as he kept mashing his cockhead against her cervix again and again. He gave her a friendly smile even as he mated her wantonly. “Hullo, witchery-lady.”

Turning back toward Bernhold, she smirked. “Well, well. The shackles and blindfold are one thing, Bernhold, but a troll? You are more tawdry than I thought. Is Urf a friend of yours?” She pushed her bum back and forth against the troll humping her pussy, even as she teased him.

“Fuck off, witcher!” Bernhold spat, jerking off the last dribbles of his seed out of his half-flaccid cock. “I don’t ‘ave a feckin clue where this troll came from!”

Ciri bit her lip, shrugging. “Makes no difference to me. He’s fucking me better than you probably could,” she said with a wink, infuriating the man.

A moment later, Urf growled as he reached his own limit. He shoved himself inside the witcheress’ tight pussy, his cockhead pressed right up against her partially-dialated cervix. His bloated cock swelled and twitched inside her, the pea-sized urethra yawning open slightly and belching a thick river of virile troll cream directly into her womb. Rope after thick rope of troll semen filled her womb, and her belly actually began to round slightly as he drained his grapefruit-sized balls inside her too-small human womb. Much time spent watching the witcheress bathe and admiring her from afar had culminated in him finally filling her with a backed-up load he’d been saving just for her.

Bernhold found himself amazed by the sight, too aroused to even be repulsed by it. His wilting cock started to firm up again with new life from the sight of Ciri’s once-flat belly bloating from the troll cumming inside her.

After a climax that lasted minutes, the troll’s orgasm finally came to an end. He shook his head, dazed and dizzy from the intensity of his first proper orgasm in a long time, and with a dainty little human woman, no less. His cock slid out of her with a wet pop and he fell back on his rocky bum, collapsing on the ground as the whole barn shook from his fall. As his fat girth escaped her once-tight pussy, a deluge of troll seed gushed out of her in rivulets in its wake.

With the troll out for the count, Bernhold was not about to miss this opportunity. The witcheress still had a debt to settle, after all. He took the troll’s place behind her. Ciri was so tired from Urf’s fucking that she didn’t even notice Bernhold placed his hands on the cheeks of her bum, spreading her open. He wrinkled his nose with disgust at the sight of her gaping pink pussy, still filled to the brim with thick, sticky troll cum that leaked from her snatch.

His gaze went to the tight rosebud of her anus. He grinned deviously. Bernhold fancied himself a businessman, after all. Where he missed out on one opportunity, he would always be there to jump on another. Spreading her cheeks open, he let a strand of spit fall from his mouth, landing right on the witcheress’ tight sphincter. Leaning his head down and letting another strand of spit fall onto his cock, he used that to lube himself up.

Gripping Ciri by both cheeks, he pressed his cock against her asshole and gave a push. Bernhold had always considered himself to have an above-average cock. In actuality, Ciri merely let out a soft gasp as Bernhold’s below-average cock popped into her asshole. She gripped the railed as Bernhold bottomed out inside her in short order. Even if she was relatively unaccustomed to anal sex, taking Bernhold’s small prick in her ass was still easier work than taking Urf’s troll cock in her pussy, so she gave no complaints.

Once he’d buried himself inside her, he gasped from the sensation of her warm, tight ass clenching down on him. Thankful that he was finally fucking the beautiful woman, he drew himself out of her before plunging back in. Before long, he began pounding against her from behind, his skin slapping against hers.

Ciri was not very responsive, mostly still tired from troll mating, though also because Bernhold’s “affections” were not doing much for her. Still, she let him take his debt and be done with it. Judging from his heavy breathing, she could tell he was getting close. Like with most things, stamina was clearly not the loan shark’s strong suit.

“Ah yes…here comes my seed, you troll-fucking witcher whore!” He pumped himself inside her, chasing his second release as he felt his balls churning.

Just as the cum rushed up his shaft, a massive hand gripped him by the shoulder, yanking him back. “S- shit, n- no!” Urf pulled Bernhold away as the cum spurted out of the tip of the portly man’s cock, not a single bit of his cum making its way into Ciri’s ass. Instead, his ejaculation was wasted on the ground of the barn as the troll pulled him back and shoved him onto the ground.

Urf, with his cock also recovering from his own prior orgasm, surged with new life, firming up to a full erection once more. The twitching, clay-colored bloated cock stood up firmly like a pillar, as the troll gently scooped up the slender witcheress from the railing, lifting her body up off the ground and spreading her legs up and open into a ‘v’ shape.The troll lifted her whole body up easily enough due to his strength and her petite size. Gripping her bum in his hands, he positioned her tight rosebud right above his gargantuan throbbing prick.

Ciri once again felt much less dazed and tired in the hands of her troll paramour, her eyes widening as her ass was suddenly filled with Urf’s long, fat troll cock. Whereas Bernhold could only get a few whimpers and gasps out of her when he fucked her ass, Urf’s considerable girth had her moaning loudly once more when he began pumping her body up and down his cock like she was a ragdoll. The troll’s cock utterly filled her rectum with steady pumps, though Bernhold’s much smaller manhood had at least done the job of loosening her up a bit for the troll.

For what felt like an hour but was in actuality only ten minutes or so, Bernhold had to watch with an incensed scowl as the troll pumped the witcheress’ tight ass up and down his cock like she was a cocksleeve. The worst part still was when the troll finally reached his orgasm, pushing himself deeply into Ciri’s rectum and began bloating her other hole with cum once more. Her slightly bloated belly grew even more bloated as her ass was filled to the brim with thick troll seed, her orgasmic cry crescendoing along with Urf’s as she took pleasure in being a rock troll’s cumdump.

Moments later, Ciri was smiling blissfully, rubbing the troll’s cheek as he cradled her in his arms. She then reached down and rubbed her slightly distended belly, her womb and ass full of two loads of troll cum. The troll had a dopey grin on his face as he appreciated the smaller female’s gratitude and affections. The sight was utterly sickening to Bernhold.

“Alright, that’s it. Tell your new friend to feck off out of here. Take yourself a bath, and then you and I will settle our debt again.”

Ciri turned her head to glare at him. “Actually, Bernhold. Your exact words were, ‘get yourself off’,” Ciri said. “And I do believe you did just that.”

Bernhold shook his head, indignant. “It wasn’t a fair exchange, witcher. You’ll fuck me till I’m satisfied, or I’ll spread word far and wide about what a troll-fucking whore you are. See if ye get yerself any contracts then.”

“Oh, please do. Tell all of Temeria that you were cuckolded by a rock troll, Bernhold. No…? Then I think it would be best for both of us if we pretended this deal never happened. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Bernhold scowled, clenching his fists and turning beat red with embarrassment. “You…” his tirade that he’d prepared defused in an instant. “Feckin fine.”

Ciri nodded as the troll settled her down on her wobbly feet. “I knew you’d see it my way.” She grabbed her bundle of clothing. “Now…remove these shackles and have your man give me my weapons back. Try anything, and I’ll have my friend here crack your skull like an egg.”

Bernhold threw his hands up as the troll’s gaze turned to him. “I’ll not trouble you. Just get the feck out of here, would ya?”

Ciri looked back at him, her naked body flushed and her sex and ass still leaking troll seed. She smiled. “Look on the bright side, Bernhold. You got yourself off good, and so did I. A pleasure doing business with you.” Bernhold turned away with a grimace, muttering something unintelligible under his breath.

Ciri turned to the troll. “As for you, Urf…I think I will need to come around this way more often. That pond of ours next time, perhaps? You’ll get something far better than just a peep show from now one, big boy,” Ciri said with a wink. The troll gave a big smile in return.