

**I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+**

Adventurers. Heroes. Legends. That is what you were destined to be. Twins were always an auspicious sign for Elves, with how long their pregnancies lasted they were seen as a gift from the gods themselves, a blessing that meant they were meant to achieve impossible things, to be names that every one of their kind knew. Their parents, both from noble houses, would be tasked with raising them to be the perfect examples of their race. Well read, kind, wise, strong with a blade and bow. They were to be like the heroes of old, defenders of Elfkin wherever they may reside. Guardians for a new age.

That was what you’d been destined for, and what you’d heard over and over your entire life until now. Your twenty-fifth summer, sent out into the world with nothing but your bow, blade, and a mission to seek out your fame and adventure.

But now you were here, in the dimly lit room of some rundown tavern, the beautiful and perfect Elven girl, on your knees, panting as you begged for your own brother to fuck your throat with his fat, blue cock...

He wasn’t your brother anymore. He wasn’t even an Elf anymore, not after that night in that temple. A local guide had warned that it was a cursed place, desecrated by a retreating tribe almost a century ago. But there were stories, that hidden within was a terrible treasure, one that was just waiting to be snatched up by any who would dare enter.

Your brother had dared. Tall, handsome, strong as any Elf, quicker on his feet than any Man, he’d braved a dozen traps without harming a single strand of silvery hair on his head, a smile on his face.

Until he found the dagger, its crude design overcome by the rubies jammed into his handle, so mesmerizing that your brother barely noticed that the blade had just barely pierced his skin…

It was days before he'd changed, before his skin had hardened, then shifted into a dark blue. Bones cracked and fused, his tusks grew longer and longer, and soon, his eyes glowed with lust as he soon became fixated on you, and you on him.

That first rut was such a release. He was no Elf anymore, he fucked you like an animal, his fat, hard cock unlike anything you'd seen, felt, fucked. You were an addict overnight, and now, your adventure was abandoned. You had money, your family had much more, but you weren't going to spend it on a new bow or a horse to take you on your next adventure. No, you'd spend it on him, on the Troll who owned you completely. Your brother was off in the Eastern Steppes, you lied. This Troll was just some mercenary or slave in your employ, any Elf noblewoman might have one in her employ to carry her bags. You, however, had this one to fuck your brains out.

You had always loved your brother. Now, however, you loved him even more.

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Elf is corrupted and transformed into a brutish Troll who fucks his twin sister in every way imaginable. What could possibly go wrong?

Kinks: Cock worship, anal, rimming, creampies, cumplay, breeding, fantasy raceplay, lingerie, sneaky sex, risk of getting caught, cheating, group sex, shower sex

Limits: Skat, piss, death.

Be prepared to offer plot/scene/character suggestions. One sentence replies will be ignored. If you've read this far, please put "Trolling for Dick" In your message somewhere.

Hope to hear from you all soon.

[M4F] The Elf and the Troll that used to be her twin brother