The cave was damp, the air thick with the scent of moss and something faintly musky that Jewel couldn’t quite place. Her boots moved silently over the uneven stone floor, each step a practiced dance of precision. She was a thief, after all—one of the best in the Five Valleys. Her fingers twitched with anticipation as she neared the troll’s hoard, a glittering pile of gold, jewels, and trinkets that gleamed faintly in the torchlight. It was almost too easy. Trolls were supposed to be stupid, lumbering brutes, weren’t they? Smash things, eat goats, sleep like the dead. This one was no different, snoring loud enough to shake pebbles loose from the ceiling.

Jewel’s lips curled into a smirk as she slid a particularly shiny ruby into her satchel. Her haul was already impressive: a fist-sized emerald, a string of pearls, and a gold chalice that looked like it belonged in a king’s hall. She was just reaching for a coin—small, but etched with some ancient rune that screamed valuable—when her fingers brushed it too hard. The coin slipped, tumbling to the ground with a faint, treacherous clink.

The snoring stopped.

Jewel froze, her heart lurching into her throat. The cave was silent now, save for the faint drip of water somewhere deep within. Slowly, she turned her head, her dark braid swinging against her back. In the shadows, the troll stirred. He was massive, easily twice her height, with shoulders like boulders and a chest that could crush a cart. His skin was a mottled green-gray, rough as tree bark, and his loincloth—Gods, that loincloth—barely covered what it needed to. His eyes, small and glinting like polished obsidian, cracked open.

“Who dere?” His voice was a low rumble, slurred with sleep and an accent that mangled every syllable. “Who in my cave?”

Jewel’s mind raced. She could run, but the troll was between her and the exit. Fight? She had a dagger, but it’d be like stabbing a mountain. No, she’d have to play this smart. She straightened, tossing her braid over her shoulder and plastering on her most disarming smile. She’d charmed her way out of worse.

“Oh, my goodness!” she said, her voice dripping with honey. “I’m so sorry, big fella. I didn’t mean to wake you. I was just… admiring your treasures. You’ve got quite the collection!” She batted her lashes, leaning forward just enough to let her leather tunic hint at her curves. Men were men, right? Even troll men. Distract, disarm, disappear.

The troll blinked slowly, scratching his head with a hand the size of a shield. “You… like my shiny stuff?” He lumbered to his feet, the ground trembling under his weight. “Pretty lady in my cave. Why you here?”

Jewel’s smile didn’t falter, though her pulse hammered. “Well, I heard there was a big, strong troll around these parts, and I just had to see for myself. And now that I’m here…” She took a step closer, her voice dropping to a purr. “I’m very impressed.”

The troll’s mouth split into a grin, revealing teeth like chipped gravestones. “You think Ug big? Strong?” He thumped his chest, making the cave echo. “Ug like pretty lady. You stay. We talk.”

“Oh, I’d love to stay,” Jewel lied, her eyes darting toward the exit. Just keep him talking. “Tell me, Ug, how’d a handsome troll like you get all this treasure?”

Ug’s grin widened, but there was something in his eyes—a flicker of sharpness that made Jewel’s stomach twist. “Ug smash things. Take shiny stuff. Easy.” He took a step toward her, his shadow swallowing her whole. “But you… you sneaky. Why you touch my coins?”

Jewel laughed, a little too loudly. “Oh, that? Just clumsy ol’ me. Dropped it by accident.” She bent to pick up the coin, making sure to angle her hips just so. “Here, it’s all yours.”

Ug’s hand shot out, faster than she expected, and caught her wrist. His grip was iron, but not cruel—just firm enough to keep her from bolting. “You no clumsy,” he said, his voice still slow, but with a hint of something else. Amusement? “You thief. But pretty thief. Ug like.”

Jewel’s breath hitched, but she didn’t panic. She’d been caught before. She could handle this. “A thief? Me?” She pressed her free hand to her chest, feigning shock. “I’m just a girl who got lost and stumbled into your… very cozy cave. But if you think I’m pretty, maybe I can make it up to you?” She leaned in, close enough to smell the earth-and-leather scent of him, and gave him her best sultry look.

Ug’s eyes gleamed. “You make up? How?”

“Well…” Jewel trailed a finger down his arm, her touch light but deliberate. “Maybe a little… affection??” She leaned in closer, her lips hovering near his jawline, testing the waters. “Something to show I’m truly sorry for disturbing you.”

Before she could react, Ug’s other hand wrapped around her waist, lifting her like she weighed nothing more than a feather. She yelped as he plopped her onto his lap, her legs straddling one massive thigh. His hands settled on her hips, holding her in place, and she felt the heat of him through her leather breeches. Gods, he was huge. His presence was overwhelming, a wall of muscle and warmth that made her feel both trapped and oddly secure.

“Aff… affec-shun?” Ug mangled the word, tilting his head like a curious dog. “What that?”

Jewel swallowed, her mind scrambling for a response. “It’s, um, when you show someone you like them. Like… a kiss?” She cringed inwardly. Kissing a troll? She’d kissed worse for less—a drunken lord with breath like sour ale, a bandit with a face like a potato and half the usual number of teeth—but still, this was new territory.

Ug’s face lit up like a child given a sweet. “Kiss! Yes! You kiss Ug. Prove you love Ug.”

Love? Jewel nearly choked, but she kept her smile plastered on, her mind racing for an escape. “Oh, you’re a romantic, aren’t you?” She cupped his rough jaw, her fingers barely spanning it, and leaned in. His breath was surprisingly clean, like mint and stone, not the rotting-meat stench she’d braced for. She pressed her lips to his, quick and chaste, intending to pull back immediately.

But Ug’s hand slid to the back of her neck, gentle but insistent, holding her there. His lips were warm, softer than she expected, and he kissed her back with a clumsy enthusiasm that was almost… endearing? She broke away, breathless, her cheeks flushing despite herself. The kiss lingered on her lips, a strange mix of warmth and roughness that left her disoriented.

“There,” she said, forcing a laugh to cover her unease. “See? I’m all yours.”

Ug’s grin was triumphant, his eyes gleaming with something she couldn’t quite read. “You love Ug! Ug love you!” Before she could process his words, he scooped her closer, his arms like iron bands around her. “You marry Ug! Be Ug’s wife!”

Jewel’s jaw dropped, her carefully laid plans unraveling faster than a cheap tunic. “M-marry?” she stammered, her voice betraying a flicker of panic. This was not part of the plan. She was supposed to charm, distract, and slip away, not end up betrothed to a troll! “That’s… so sudden!” she managed to say, recovering her composure. “Don’t you want to, uh, get to know me first? Maybe share a meal or… or talk about your favorite treasure?”

Ug shook his head, his expression earnest but with that same unsettling glint in his eyes. “No need! You kiss Ug. You love. We married now!” He thumped his chest with a resounding thud, and then, to her absolute horror, grabbed his loincloth and yanked it off. The fabric tore away with a loud rip, revealing… Gods above and below. Gods. His cock was as massive as the rest of him, thick and veined, already half-hard and bigger than anything she’d ever seen—or imagined. It was a club, a battering ram, a damned tree trunk.

“Meet little Ug,” he said, pointing proudly at his monstrous endowment. “You love him too?”

Jewel stared down, her mouth suddenly dry as the desert outside the cave. Her eyes widened, taking in the sheer size of “little Ug.” Little? There was nothing little about it. It was intimidating, awe-inspiring, and utterly terrifying. Her thief’s pride kicked in, though, steeling her resolve. She’d faced worse odds—she’d stolen from wizards with wards that could fry her alive, dodged assassins with poisoned blades, and once outran a wyvern with a grudge. She could handle a troll’s… enthusiasm. She had to.

“Well, aren’t you full of surprises?” she said, her voice only slightly shaky, forcing a playful tone. She slid off his lap, kneeling between his massive thighs, her hands resting lightly on his knees to steady herself. The stone floor was cold against her knees, a sharp contrast to the heat radiating from Ug’s body. “You’re… quite the package, Ug. Let’s… get acquainted with little Ug, then.” She leaned in, her lips brushing the tip of his cock. It twitched instantly, and Ug let out a low groan that vibrated through the cave, sending a shiver down her spine.

She took him into her mouth, or at least tried to. His girth stretched her lips to their limit, filling her mouth completely, and she could barely manage the head. It was a challenge, like trying to fit a grapefruit in her mouth, but Jewel was nothing if not determined. She worked her tongue, swirling and teasing the sensitive tip, her hands stroking the thick shaft she couldn’t fit. The taste of him was earthy, not unpleasant, and the way he groaned, low and guttural deep, sent an unexpected spark of heat sparking between her thighs. Her fingers tightened on his knees as she adjusted herself, finding a rhythm, her jaw aching but her focus unwavering.

Jewel bobbed her head, her saliva coating him as she pushed herself further, determined to keep him distracted. She was a thief, damn it—she’d steal his pleasure, his attention, and then she’d slip away when his guard was down. But as she worked, something strange happened. The sheer absurdity of the situation—kneeling in a troll’s cave, blowing a cock the size of her forearm—made her want to laugh, but the growing ache in her core was undeniable. Was she… enjoying this? The thought was mortifying, yet the slickness between her legs betrayed her. Her thief’s pride warred with her body’s response, but she pushed the conflict aside, focusing on the task at hand.

Ug’s massive hands tangled gently in her hair, his fingers surprisingly careful despite their size. “Pretty thief… good wife,” he rumbled, his voice thick with pleasure, each word slow and deliberate. “You make little Ug happy.”

Jewel hummed around him, the vibration drawing another deep groan from the troll. The sound was primal, almost animalistic, and it sent a jolt straight to her core, making her thighs clench. She redoubled her efforts, her hands and mouth working in tandem, stroking and sucking with a rhythm that was both calculated and instinctive. Her jaw ached, her lips stretched, but she kept going, driven by a mix of determination and an unsettling flicker of arousal. She was in control, she told herself. This was just a means to an end. She’d have him eating out of her hand—or rather, her mouth—and then she’d be gone, her satchel full of treasure, though perhaps without her pride intact.

 “Time for honey-moon!” Ug boomed, his voice shattering her focus. Before she could pull away, his massive hands gripped her waist, lifting her effortlessly from her knees. She gasped as he set her on the cave floor, the cold stone biting into her back. His looming form blocked the torchlight, casting her in shadow. His fingers hooked into her leather tunic, and with a single, deliberate tug, the fabric tore like paper, leaving her in nothing but her underbindings and breeches. Her heart pounded, a mix of fear and adrenaline surging through her.

“Wait, wait!” Jewel stammered, her voice cracking as she scrambled for words. “Honey-moon’s a big step! Maybe we should talk about—oh, Gods!” Her words dissolved into a yelp as Ug’s hands moved to her breeches. Another rip, and the leather was gone, shredded into useless scraps. The cool cave air hit her bare skin, raising goosebumps as her underbindings barely clung to her chest. She was exposed, vulnerable, and Ug’s glinting eyes drank her in.

He positioned himself above her, his massive thighs caging her hips. His cock—Little Ug, she thought hysterically—brushed her inner thigh, hot and heavy, its sheer size making her stomach clench. She braced herself, her breath shallow, trying to talk her way out. “Ug, maybe we could—uh—slow down? You know, savor the moment?”

Ug’s grin was all teeth, but there was a sharpness in his gaze that made her uneasy. He leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear. “No slow. You wife now. Ug love you.”

Jewel’s mind spun, her chest tightening. Every thief knows the risk, she thought, her pulse hammering. One day, you might get well and truly caught. No charm, no tricks, just the cold truth. You take your lumps with whatever pride and dignity you can muster. And now, it seemed, she was caught—pinned beneath a troll, her escape plans in ruins. She braced herself to accept her fate, swallowing hard, though her eyes flicked to his massive cock, hot and throbbing against her thigh. Gods, I just wish the lump wasn’t so bloody big. She closed her eyes, a faint whimper escaping her lips as she steeled herself for the inevitable.

Then, Ug’s voice shifted, the slurred troll-speak vanishing, replaced by a refined, almost posh cadence that dripped with smug amusement. “And that’ll teach you not to steal from trolls, my dear.”

Jewel’s eyes snapped open, her jaw dropping. “What the—?” The shock of his articulate speech hit like a bucket of ice water, her mind reeling. This wasn’t just a troll—he was clever, his dim-witted act a ruse. “You fuckin’ trickster!” she yelled, her voice echoing off the cave walls, outrage mingling with a grudging admiration.

Ug chuckled, his dark eyes gleaming with delight. “Oh, come now. Did you truly think a mere troll could amass such a hoard without wits? Stealing is an art, but so is catching a thief. And you, my dear, walked right into my trap.”

She glared up at him, her breaths ragged. “So this is your game? Play the dumb brute to lure me in, then—what? Gloat?” Her voice was sharp, but the heat pooling in her core betrayed her, her body still tingling from his touch.

“Gloat?” Ug tilted his head, his posh tone laced with mock offense. “I prefer to think of it as… educating. You sought to pilfer my treasures, and now you’ll learn the consequences of underestimating a troll’s intellect—and his desires.”

Jewel snorted, defiance flaring despite her vulnerable position. “Educate me, then, you smug bastard. But don’t think this makes you the winner.”

His grin widened, a spark of genuine amusement in his eyes. “Oh, we’ll see about that. So, are we fucking or not?”

Jewel’s breath caught, her eyes widening in disbelief. “You’re asking?” she blurted, her voice a mix of shock and incredulity. “You’ve got me pinned under your massive… everything, and you’re actually giving me a choice?”

Ug’s expression softened, though his smirk remained. “Of course, my dear. I’m a troll, not a barbarian. Say no, and you’re free to leave—hopefully a touch wiser about trifling with trolls.”

She blinked, stunned by the offer. She considered it for a moment. Freedom was tempting, but her body was already betraying her, thighs slick with arousal, her core aching with a need she couldn’t deny. I was ready to take my lumps, she thought, as much as anyone can be ready to be fucked by a troll. But now, knowing Ug wasn’t just a brute but a clever, witty creature with a twenty-inch personality that intrigued her, a flicker of curiosity sparked. How would it feel? And honestly, how many people can say they’ve fucked a troll? She met his gaze, her voice steady despite the tremor in her chest. “You promise not to hurt me?”

Ug’s posh voice was warm with sincerity. “I promise to be a good troll, my dear. Gentle as I can manage.”

She took a deep breath, her walls fluttering with anticipation, and nodded. “Give it to me, then. Fuck me with that monster cock until I can’t walk. Just… go slow.”

Ug’s eyes darkened with desire, but his tone was reassuring. “Relax. I’ll push in on the count of three.” She closed her eyes, taking another deep breath, her body tensing in preparation. “One—”

His hips shifted, and the blunt head of his cock pressed against her entrance, pushing in halfway with a sudden, overwhelming stretch. Jewel gasped, her eyes flying open, her hands scrabbling at his arms. The pressure was intense, a burning fullness that made her whimper, but her earlier arousal and saliva eased the way. She was stunned, her breath hitching as she adjusted to his size.

“Two comes later,” Ug said with a playful smirk, his voice low. “Are you all right? Nod when you’re ready for me to go further.”

Jewel’s chest heaved, her mind a whirlwind of shock and sensation. She felt impossibly full, every nerve alight, her clit pulsing with need. After a deep breath, she gave a shaky nod, bracing herself. Ug rocked his hips, slow and deliberate, sliding the rest of his length inside, inch by agonizing inch. She cried out, the sensation overwhelming, a mix of intense pressure and unexpected pleasure. His cock throbbed inside her, hot and unyielding, filling her completely, every ridge pressing against her walls. Her thighs trembled, spread wide, her body adjusting to his impossible size.

Ug paused, his groan vibrating through her. “Ready for me to move?” he asked, his posh tone laced with concern. Jewel took another breath, her walls fluttering around him, and nodded, her voice lost in the haze of sensation.

Ug’s grin widened, and he began to move. His first thrust was slow, deliberate, pulling out until just the tip remained before sliding back in, filling her completely. Jewel moaned, her head tipping back against the stone, the sensation overwhelming. The stretch was still intense, but the pain had morphed into a deep, pulsing pleasure that radiated through her core. His cock dragged against her walls, hitting spots she didn’t know existed, and her clit throbbed with every thrust, begging for attention.

“Gods,” she gasped, her hands gripping his forearms, her nails leaving crescent marks in his tough skin. “You’re… so fucking big.” The words slipped out, unfiltered, and Ug’s eyes gleamed with delight.

“Such a filthy mouth for such a pretty thief,” he purred, his thrusts picking up speed. Each one was deep, controlled, his hips slamming against hers with a wet, lewd sound that echoed in the cave. Her breasts bounced with each impact, her underbindings slipping to expose her hardened nipples to the cool air. “You like this, don’t you? My massive troll cock stretching your tight little cunt?”

Jewel’s face flushed, but she couldn’t deny it—not with the way her body was responding, her hips bucking to meet his thrusts, her moans growing louder. “Fuck you,” she spat, but there was no venom in it, only raw need.

“You’re a slutty little thief, aren’t you?” Ug taunted, his voice rough with lust. “Taking my cock like you were made for it. Look at you, writhing beneath me, begging for more.”

“Shut up and fuck me!” Jewel snapped, her voice breaking as a particularly deep thrust hit a spot that made her see stars.

Ug growled, a primal sound that sent shivers down her spine, and he obliged. His pace quickened, his cock pounding into her with relentless force, the friction driving her wild. Her walls clenched around him, slick with her arousal, and every thrust sent sparks of pleasure shooting through her. Her clit was swollen, aching, and she reached down, rubbing it frantically, her fingers slipping in her own wetness. The added stimulation pushed her closer to the edge, her moans turning into desperate cries.

Ug’s hands gripped her hips, lifting her slightly to change the angle while keeping her on her back, and the new position made her scream. His cock slammed into her g-spot with every thrust, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful. Her fingers worked her clit faster, the pressure building, her orgasm tantalizingly close. “Gods, don’t stop—don’t you dare stop!” Her walls fluttered, then clamped down, and she came with a cry, her body convulsing as waves of ecstasy crashed over her. Her vision blurred, her thighs shook, and her juices coated his cock, making each thrust even slicker.

Ug didn’t slow, his own groans growing louder, his thrusts erratic. “I hope you’re ready, slutty little thief,” he growled, his posh accent cracking with raw need, “because here I cum!” With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself deep, and Jewel felt the hot rush of his release. His cock pulsed, flooding her with thick, warm cum, the sensation pushing her into a second, smaller orgasm. She whimpered, overwhelmed, her body trembling as he filled her, the excess leaking out around his girth.

They stayed like that for a moment, both panting, sweat-slick and spent. Ug’s cock softened slightly but remained inside her, and she felt every twitch, every pulse. Slowly, he pulled out, and she gasped at the sudden emptiness, her walls clenching reflexively. A trickle of his cum followed, warm against her thighs, and she shivered, her body still buzzing with aftershocks.

Ug shifted, lying beside her on the cave floor, and to her surprise, he pulled her against his chest, spooning her. His massive arm draped over her, warm and heavy, and she blinked, incredulous. “Cuddles?!” she asked, her voice hoarse.

“Of course,” he replied, his tone back to that refined cadence, though softer now. “I’m not a monster.”

Jewel snorted, too exhausted to argue. His warmth was oddly comforting, and despite everything, she felt… safe? It was absurd, but she let herself relax, her body molding against his. The cave was quiet, save for their slowing breaths, and she drifted into a light doze, her mind still spinning with the night’s events.

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The first light of dawn filtered through the cave’s mouth, casting a soft glow over the scattered treasure and the smoldering fire Jewel had coaxed to life. She crouched by the flames, her dark braid swinging as she tended a makeshift skillet—a flat, fire-scorched stone where two eggs sizzled, their edges crisping in the heat. Her body ached in places she hadn’t known could ache, a lingering reminder of Ug’s size and enthusiasm. Her torn clothes lay in a sad pile nearby, so she’d wrapped herself in a scrap of his old loincloth, the coarse fabric barely covering her thighs. It smelled faintly of him—earth and musk—and she wasn’t sure if she minded.

The rhythmic crackle of the fire was the only sound until a low groan rumbled behind her. Jewel glanced over her shoulder, her lips twitching into a smirk as Ug stirred on the cave floor. His massive form shifted, one arm flopping over his eyes as he squinted against the light. His chest rose and fell with a groggy sigh, and when he spoke, his voice was rough, still thick with sleep, though it carried that refined cadence that had so startled her the night before.

“I thought you’d be long gone by now,” he said, propping himself up on one elbow. His dark eyes fixed on her, glinting with a mix of curiosity and amusement, as if he’d half-expected to wake up to an empty cave and a lighter hoard.

Jewel shrugged, poking at the eggs with a stick to keep them from sticking. The motion made her wince slightly, her core still tender from their earlier exertions. “A guy gives me an orgasm like that and cuddles me afterward? Least I can do is make him breakfast.” She flashed him a grin, her tone teasing but not insincere. “The name’s Jewel, by the way.”

Ug’s lips curved into a slow, genuine smile, his teeth less menacing in the morning light. “Pleased to meet you, Jewel.”

She raised an eyebrow, flipping the eggs with a deft flick of her wrist. “What, not going to give me your name? Don’t tell me you’re shy now.”

He chuckled, a deep sound that vibrated through the cave, and rubbed the back of his neck, looking almost sheepish. “I did! I told you last night. My name’s Ug.”

Jewel paused, the stick hovering over the skillet as she turned to stare at him. “Ug? Really?” Her voice was laced with disbelief, one brow arching high. “That’s… actually your name?”

Ug’s grin faltered, a faint flush darkening his green-gray cheeks. “Yeah, well,” he said, his posh accent softening with a hint of embarrassment, “we trolls aren’t all dumb monsters, but a lot of us are, my parents included. I’m somewhat of a black sheep, you might say.”

Jewel snorted, shaking her head as she turned back to the eggs, their yolks still soft and golden. “Well, pleased to meet you, Ug, black sheep of trolls.” She slid the eggs onto a flat stone she’d scrounged from the cave floor, using it as a makeshift plate. “How do you like your eggs?”

Ug sat up fully, his massive frame casting a shadow over her as he leaned forward, his expression playful. “Fertilized,” he said, his voice low and teasing, “but if you can’t manage that, I’ll take them over-light.”

Jewel burst out laughing, the sound echoing off the cave walls, bright and unrestrained. She pressed a hand to her stomach, feeling the lingering warmth of him inside her, and shot him a wicked grin. “Oh, I’m still sloshing around with your cum from last night, so you might just get both.” She winked, sliding the stone plate toward him, the eggs steaming in the cool morning air.

Ug’s laugh was a deep, rolling thunder, and for a moment, the cave felt less like a den of danger and more like… home? Jewel shook off the thought, blaming it on the afterglow and the surprising comfort of his company. She was a thief, after all. She’d be gone by noon, her satchel heavier and her pride intact. But as she watched Ug take the plate, his massive fingers surprisingly delicate as he scooped up an egg, she couldn’t help but wonder if she’d be stealing more than just treasure this time.