'Mione and the Troll
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Harry Potter › FemSlash - Female/Female
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Harry Potter › FemSlash - Female/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
27,897
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
1
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
A night of mountain troll sex
I don\'t own the characters. Troll/ Hermione sex. Don\'t read if you are offended easily.
Hermione immediately took off her shirt. She wasn’t expecting the troll to want to remove garments in a romantic way. As she was taking off her bra, he was taking off his pants. Hermione noticed that he had a nice ass. She now removed her skirt.
How big is he? was the only question on her mind. She walked closer to him. Flaccid, he was large. His fingers were like sausages, and his feet were huge.
“We’ll start somewhat gently,” Hermione suggested as she took his hand and let him move his fingers over the dense forest of hair between her legs. He moved a finger between her lips and she spread her legs further apart. His finger found the tunnel he was searching for.
His finger was much thicker than the wand had been, and it hurt at first, even with all the lubrication. Then he began to rotate his finger, possibly to loosen her up a bit.
Hermione pushed his hand away. On second thought, she didn’t want it soft. She wanted it now, and bad. She wanted it like an animal, and what position was most animalistic? Doggie style.
The troll had put on an angry and confused look upon its face when Hermione had pushed his hand away, but when he saw her getting down on her hands and knees, and assumed the position, the troll’s confused looks turned to a grin… and a growing erection.
Hermione felt vulnerable and submissive in the position, but in a way, she liked it, too. Out of a mirror to her left, Hermione saw the troll begin to roll the condom up the base of his 10” erection.
Sitting down, his penis was at the perfect angle to penetrate Hermione. He pulled her hips close to his penis, and moved her hips up and down until he found the hole he was looking for. He slowly pulled her even closer, so he was inside her. She was incredibly tight, even after the fingering.
Tears began to roll down Hermione’s cheeks from her small opening being expanded to such a width, and he was only barely inside her. Then, unexpectedly, he thrust nearly all of his length inside her.
Hermione cried out in pain. It felt like she had been spilt in two from the waist down, and the troll was so big, one might argue that she had been. The virgin blood trickled down from her hole a little way.
He pushed her hips away, and in effect pulled himself out, and then he pulled her hips as close as he could, as fast as he could once again. Hermione looked at the mirror as he did this. She thought it was erotic. It was almost more exciting to watch him pull and push himself in and out than it was to feel the friction of the penis rubbing rapidly against her vaginal walls.
After quite a few thrusts, the pain eroded. The pleasure slowly began to build as she began to feel her butt hit his stomach, and his testicles were bouncing on her legs.
His breathing intensified as he came closer to orgasm. She could see his chest heaving more and more and the thrusts came faster and faster.
She soon felt a different warmth inside her. She was expecting him to get out of her as soon as he climaxed, but he stayed inside for a moment, and began fumbling around where their bodies joined as two. He began rubbing the front of her genitalia, and she soon experienced a second orgasm with him inside her.
Then he withdrew.
Hermione immediately took off her shirt. She wasn’t expecting the troll to want to remove garments in a romantic way. As she was taking off her bra, he was taking off his pants. Hermione noticed that he had a nice ass. She now removed her skirt.
How big is he? was the only question on her mind. She walked closer to him. Flaccid, he was large. His fingers were like sausages, and his feet were huge.
“We’ll start somewhat gently,” Hermione suggested as she took his hand and let him move his fingers over the dense forest of hair between her legs. He moved a finger between her lips and she spread her legs further apart. His finger found the tunnel he was searching for.
His finger was much thicker than the wand had been, and it hurt at first, even with all the lubrication. Then he began to rotate his finger, possibly to loosen her up a bit.
Hermione pushed his hand away. On second thought, she didn’t want it soft. She wanted it now, and bad. She wanted it like an animal, and what position was most animalistic? Doggie style.
The troll had put on an angry and confused look upon its face when Hermione had pushed his hand away, but when he saw her getting down on her hands and knees, and assumed the position, the troll’s confused looks turned to a grin… and a growing erection.
Hermione felt vulnerable and submissive in the position, but in a way, she liked it, too. Out of a mirror to her left, Hermione saw the troll begin to roll the condom up the base of his 10” erection.
Sitting down, his penis was at the perfect angle to penetrate Hermione. He pulled her hips close to his penis, and moved her hips up and down until he found the hole he was looking for. He slowly pulled her even closer, so he was inside her. She was incredibly tight, even after the fingering.
Tears began to roll down Hermione’s cheeks from her small opening being expanded to such a width, and he was only barely inside her. Then, unexpectedly, he thrust nearly all of his length inside her.
Hermione cried out in pain. It felt like she had been spilt in two from the waist down, and the troll was so big, one might argue that she had been. The virgin blood trickled down from her hole a little way.
He pushed her hips away, and in effect pulled himself out, and then he pulled her hips as close as he could, as fast as he could once again. Hermione looked at the mirror as he did this. She thought it was erotic. It was almost more exciting to watch him pull and push himself in and out than it was to feel the friction of the penis rubbing rapidly against her vaginal walls.
After quite a few thrusts, the pain eroded. The pleasure slowly began to build as she began to feel her butt hit his stomach, and his testicles were bouncing on her legs.
His breathing intensified as he came closer to orgasm. She could see his chest heaving more and more and the thrusts came faster and faster.
She soon felt a different warmth inside her. She was expecting him to get out of her as soon as he climaxed, but he stayed inside for a moment, and began fumbling around where their bodies joined as two. He began rubbing the front of her genitalia, and she soon experienced a second orgasm with him inside her.
Then he withdrew.