A raised eyebrow was all her reward for her words and her actions. The spittle was wiped from his face with the back of one colossal hand before she was, rather unceremoniously, lifted into the air to be inspected again. Her scent was not particularly noteworthy to the troll, though her words and her seething was certainly a pleasing change in attitude. She struck him as scared, more than anything else. He was certain it was the iron in his flesh that drove her to such rage, remnants of old battles with warriors. Flecks of the stuff was embedded in his flesh, then scarred over, and lost to his age. He was bulletproof now, in his mind, and his grin widened as he pressed her body against a building, loving the feeling of her flesh warping under his hand's force.
"You're absolutely right, you know. Initially, I had just spotted a particularly attractive piece of meat to fuck, but now... Well, things look like they might be different."
He pulled her free of the building, and started to drag her along behind him as he made his rapid and silent way back toward his lair, letting her only reprieve from simply being ground to dust on the asphalt be the distance the flesh of his hand put between the two of them. His sprinting was relentless, and on each forward bound, his grip tightened ferociously for just a moment, squeezing her just shy of bruising a rib as he carried forward. After all, he wanted her to feel as much of the pain of his cock rammed inside her as she was able. To experience having that part-iron rod embedded in her.
He licked his lips. It had been a long time since he'd had a fae. And as they got nearer and nearer his lair, a decomposing section of subway long out of use, and demolished, only accessible by a heavy door he'd fashioned out of debris, his grin continued to grow.
"I think you'll like my home. I think you'll appreciate my fondness for books as I warp your body and break your bones. For all your talk, you have no power with me. I will have my way with you, and then maybe you will live to see another of my violations. Maybe you'll be my dinner. But I assure you, I will make sure that whatever happens, you'll get to feel the iron in me more than you could possibly desire."
With another sinister chuckle, the troll ripped the door free of its position and threw her inside, no care whatsoever where she landed, pulling the door back into place behind him. The train station was an old one, the rails, frayed and destroyed by time and falling rocks, were in a haphazard mess in the main area, a junction just beyond the station. The walls of the junction were lined with crude bookcases lined with an assortment of books on varying subjects, and occasionally spattered in the blood of some unfortunate individual unlucky enough to find themself in the same position she was now in.
Boukh loomed over her as he moved forward to claim his prize, member already beginning to rise with the prospect of claiming her violently. Of inflicting some pain upon her. Between the mangled bodies of young men, women, and animals, and the gnarled piles of gore, it wasn't terribly difficult to conceive of what her fate was if she didn't escape this tomb. The concrete may not have been iron, but the rails sure were, as were parts of the rebar that jutted from the rubble that pretended to be a door, and the occasional crumbling sections of wall. It was a killing floor to fae, surely. But to the troll, it was bedroom, dining room, and bathroom, if the piles of filth hidden out of the way were any indication.
"You're absolutely right, you know. Initially, I had just spotted a particularly attractive piece of meat to fuck, but now... Well, things look like they might be different."
He pulled her free of the building, and started to drag her along behind him as he made his rapid and silent way back toward his lair, letting her only reprieve from simply being ground to dust on the asphalt be the distance the flesh of his hand put between the two of them. His sprinting was relentless, and on each forward bound, his grip tightened ferociously for just a moment, squeezing her just shy of bruising a rib as he carried forward. After all, he wanted her to feel as much of the pain of his cock rammed inside her as she was able. To experience having that part-iron rod embedded in her.
He licked his lips. It had been a long time since he'd had a fae. And as they got nearer and nearer his lair, a decomposing section of subway long out of use, and demolished, only accessible by a heavy door he'd fashioned out of debris, his grin continued to grow.
"I think you'll like my home. I think you'll appreciate my fondness for books as I warp your body and break your bones. For all your talk, you have no power with me. I will have my way with you, and then maybe you will live to see another of my violations. Maybe you'll be my dinner. But I assure you, I will make sure that whatever happens, you'll get to feel the iron in me more than you could possibly desire."
With another sinister chuckle, the troll ripped the door free of its position and threw her inside, no care whatsoever where she landed, pulling the door back into place behind him. The train station was an old one, the rails, frayed and destroyed by time and falling rocks, were in a haphazard mess in the main area, a junction just beyond the station. The walls of the junction were lined with crude bookcases lined with an assortment of books on varying subjects, and occasionally spattered in the blood of some unfortunate individual unlucky enough to find themself in the same position she was now in.
Boukh loomed over her as he moved forward to claim his prize, member already beginning to rise with the prospect of claiming her violently. Of inflicting some pain upon her. Between the mangled bodies of young men, women, and animals, and the gnarled piles of gore, it wasn't terribly difficult to conceive of what her fate was if she didn't escape this tomb. The concrete may not have been iron, but the rails sure were, as were parts of the rebar that jutted from the rubble that pretended to be a door, and the occasional crumbling sections of wall. It was a killing floor to fae, surely. But to the troll, it was bedroom, dining room, and bathroom, if the piles of filth hidden out of the way were any indication.
The mind is a fantastic, dangerous place. Don't go alone.
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