Happy Accidents (Witcher 3 Ciri x Rock Troll Commission) (Excerpt - Bait and Switch)

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.

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 widened. 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 “mmm” 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 caressed and touched by the thick slab of meat in all the right places. It was rather embarrassing to be left mewing 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 this stroke, drawing a moan of half discomfort and half pleasure from her lips in the process. Ciri reached 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.