BadForm
Bad attitude in any Form
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She lay before my, the spidersilk of generations over her body. Her breath was still, yet as I wiped away the dust and cobwebs I felt the warmth of her skin under my hand. How long had she lain here? A hundred years was the historian's best estimates, and in all that time no human had succeeded in freeing her.
Of course, they wouldn't. That was the point of the spell. When she had pricked her thumb and fallen asleep, the spell had taken all humans in the kingdom with it. Some neighboring princes had tried, but as they set foot in her lands they too were overpowered.
I, however, wasn't. But then, I was hardly human.
Prince Grudnar Half-troll was my name. My lands were the harsh and snowy Northlands, one of few places where trollkin and humans had merged. We had once been a warlike and deadly people although our appetites had since been channelled into... different forms.
I loosed the armor from my body, and opened the fastenings at my troos. As of today, as I freed her, Beauty would be mine.
I took the dagger from my belt and slowly ran it down inside the elegant dress she wore. Laying the separated halves down beside her I admired the firmness of her young and human body, the delicate nipples that sat atop her firm breasts, the thatch of golden hair between her long and shapely legs.
Outside I heard my sergeant-at-arms chasten our horses for their impatience. He knew that I would wish to take my time awakening this sleeping Beauty and knew better than to anger me.
Turning my attention back to her sleeping form I eased my huge body on top of her and positioned my shaft at the base of her womanhood. Then I began to ease forward. It was tight, painful even, to squeeze into her body, but with perseverance I managed to lodge at least sixteen inches within her. Then I lowered my lips to hers and kissed her as tenderly as possible.
Of course, they wouldn't. That was the point of the spell. When she had pricked her thumb and fallen asleep, the spell had taken all humans in the kingdom with it. Some neighboring princes had tried, but as they set foot in her lands they too were overpowered.
I, however, wasn't. But then, I was hardly human.
Prince Grudnar Half-troll was my name. My lands were the harsh and snowy Northlands, one of few places where trollkin and humans had merged. We had once been a warlike and deadly people although our appetites had since been channelled into... different forms.
I loosed the armor from my body, and opened the fastenings at my troos. As of today, as I freed her, Beauty would be mine.
I took the dagger from my belt and slowly ran it down inside the elegant dress she wore. Laying the separated halves down beside her I admired the firmness of her young and human body, the delicate nipples that sat atop her firm breasts, the thatch of golden hair between her long and shapely legs.
Outside I heard my sergeant-at-arms chasten our horses for their impatience. He knew that I would wish to take my time awakening this sleeping Beauty and knew better than to anger me.
Turning my attention back to her sleeping form I eased my huge body on top of her and positioned my shaft at the base of her womanhood. Then I began to ease forward. It was tight, painful even, to squeeze into her body, but with perseverance I managed to lodge at least sixteen inches within her. Then I lowered my lips to hers and kissed her as tenderly as possible.