#the beast of the mountains (tormund wildcaller)

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Some like it rough, pt 2 4D

Orihime, despite presenting herself as kind and soft, secretly craved when men used her as a toy, like a slut. And when she brought home a goliath lover that night, she got exactly what she wanted.

Some Like it Rough v2: 4D

"Fuck yes~! Harder, baby—oh, fuck, smack me 'til I bruise~!"

It was strange hearing such debaucherous and degrading language falling from the face of someone so kind and innocent, but if there was one thing Tormund had learned over the course of the evening, it was that looks could be deceiving—and Orihime Inoue's sweet, soft, angelic appearance hid so much depravity, he was stunned she was still an active cleric. Apparently the gods were more forgiving these days.

The goliath warrior grinned down at his gorgeous new fuckdoll, a hand large enough to dwarf a catcher's mitt smacking her hard across the face—immediately coaxing a desperate moan from Orihime's lips. "Is that what you want, slut~?" he growled down at her, the hand dropping to wrap around her slender neck and squeeze, clenching down hard to choke her out.

Immediately, Orihime's body arched under him, her lips parting in a sharp, desperate cry. "FUCK YESS~!!" she moaned out, and she gasped as her gaze locked on his—bright lust glowing in her amber eyes as her body bounced on the bed with his thrusts. "Oh fuck, baby, yes~! Mmm, break me, break my slutty body with your big, strong hands and your fat, throbbing dick~!! OH FUCK, DON'T STOP~!!"

The desperation in her cries made the goliath groan with wanton desire—no, there was no doubt in his mind now, there was no way Tormund was leaving this town without the slutty healer in tow. He growled down at her, his other hand rising to smack across her fat, bouncing breasts, before wrapping around her neck as well and holding her down as his hips slammed roughly into hers, the bed under them groaning in protest.

"When I'm through with you, bitch~ you won't be able to think of anything but fucking yourself on that fat, throbbing dick~!" he snarled down to her, roaring as he slammed his lips to hers and buried himself balls deep into her guts.

The cleric under him shuddered and moaned, her arms immediately rising to wrap around his shoulders and hold him close. Her own holy wardings protected her from the potent half-giant seed that spilled into her womb, but that was fine—she had no doubt Tormund would wear them out before the night was through, and she'd be fully knocked up as he carried her away in the early morning light—happily taken away by the first man to truly satisfy her.

#a twisted tale (nsft snippet) #shinigami meets ttrpg (bleach) #the ditzy bimbo healer (orihime inoue) #a tavern regular (oc muse) #the beast of the mountains (tormund wildcaller)

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Anon sent: "So Let's say tormund walks into an all female goblin orgy. And they invite him to join in. What happens next?"

In all honesty, it had been a total accident. Tormund had been trying to just find his room at the inn and crash after a night of drinking every other member of his party under the table and hoping he wouldn’t have too bad of a hangover the next morning.

That all changed when he stepped into what he assumed to be his room, and walked into the middle of a gobbo fuckfest.

As he attempted to drunkenly apologize for the intrusion and turn to walk away—a difficult feat when his gaze was already so eagerly devouring all of the gorgeous and curvy goblin girls before him—one of the ladies lifted her voice. “Well~? Aren’t ya gonna come in and join us, stud~?” And she shot him a flirty wink.

Within seconds, the towering Goliath had stripped himself of all his clothes, grabbed the first goblin girl—who giggled with excitement—and slammed her down onto his cock, plowing her down into the nearest bed as he used her like a living cocksleeve. His hands scooped up a second goblin, hoisting her up, and lifting her to his shoulders as he eagerly ate her out.

Immediately, the whole of the orgy shifted and surrounded the towering Goliath, some down between his legs and eagerly sucking and licking at his balls and cock as it plunged back and forth into the first goblin girl—another grabbed that first girl’s head and shoved her face between her legs—and others just eagerly grinding their short and curvy bodies against him as they begged to be next.

For hours, Tormund was lost in the passionate whirlwind—shoving goblin girls against the window glass and fucking them over the scenic view, pinning them to the bed until it shattered under their actions, pleasuring as many as he could with his lips, cock, and hands, and filling the inn room with the passionate squeals and cries of delight of gobbo girls eagerly losing their minds.

By the time the morning arrived, the Goliath dropped with a heavy sigh into the ruined remains of the bed he’d broken, his arms around the mind-broken and blissfully-passed-out girls that cuddled in close against him. The Goliath grinned, sighing as he settled into his own restful sleep as well, pulling that first girl close against his chest.

He could get used to this~

#a twisted tale (nsft snippet) #a tavern regular (oc muse) #the beast of the mountains (tormund wildcaller) #at the beast's mercy (monster fucking) #naughty green troublemakers (goblins)

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Okay then tormund announce your draconic intentions to the highest mountains and let the dragoness come to you.

"I WANT TO FUCK A DRAGON QUEEN INTO A DRAGON BITCH~!!!" Tormund roared, the wind whipping around the towering goliath warrior as he stood tall at the peak of his home's mountain range.

At the base of the peak, a number of fellow goliaths stared in disbelief, while others just shook their heads and went about their day. Just another insane outburst from the Beast of the Mountain.

#tavern talk (amca post) #the beast of the mountains (tormund wildcaller)

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Tavern Regular: The Beast of the Mountains

NAME: Tormund Wildcaller RACE: Goliath CLASS: Barbarian (Path of the Bear Totem)

STR 20 (+5) INT 8 (-1) DEX 15 (+2) WIS 14 (+2) CON 18 (+4) CHA 13 (+1)

GENDER: Male (He/Him) AGE: 30-ish HEIGHT: 7'2" BACKGROUND: Outlander PERSONALITY: Loud, bold, and booming are three words best used to describe Tormund, fitting for a man as massive and striking as him. He's not afraid to make his opinion known, nor does he care much for the rules of civilized folk, and is more than happy to do whatever he wants regardless of the legality of the act. If he wants something, he takes it—if he wants someone, he takes her—and with his incredible strength, it's hard to stop him. BACKSTORY: Hailing from the high wind-swept peaks of the northern mountains, Tormund was raised to be the most powerful huntsman in his clan. He led many a hunting party through the jagged peaks, his skillful knowledge of the terrain and the beasts they'd face invaluable to his fellow hunters. Eventually, though, the want for greater challenges and better prey drove Tormund to leave his homeland behind and travel south in search of his perfect hunt.

#the beast of the mountains (tormund wildcaller) #a tavern regular (oc muse)

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Tormund how many dragonesses do you think you can pleasure in 24 hours?

Tormund frowned and crossed his arms in contemplation. “Is good question—by my recollections, even young dragon is hearty and hale and relentless. To think to pleasure even one is a challenge—but several? In one day? Surely a death sentence.”

The Goliath’s lips then spread in a wicked grin and he cracked his neck and knuckles. “But I’m not one to back down from a challenge. Let us see for ourselves, won’t we~?”

#tavern talk (amca post) #the beast of the mountains (tormund wildcaller)

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AMCA tormund. How much do you like goblin women?

Tormund let out a great bellow of a laugh and grinned down at the asker. "There is a saying in my homeland, that the smaller the woman, the more feral the lover—and it is something I have found to be quite true many a time. Every goblin I've taken to bed as been an utterly insatiable lover, and I prefer nothing less~"

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