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With her eighteenth name day come and gone, Princess Mythos believes she has outsmarted the gods themselves and the terrible prophecy--until the trolls lay siege on Kings City and burn everything she ever knew or loved.Death would be a mercy, butMoreWith her eighteenth name day come and gone, Princess Mythos believes she has outsmarted the gods themselves and the terrible prophecy--until the trolls lay siege on Kings City and burn everything she ever knew or loved.Death would be a mercy, but death was not written. The trolls have other plans, to use her, breed her, and bring forth a halfling that will bring on an era of darkness.Bred by Trolls (Violated and Captured) contains adult material including breeding, dubious consent, and other taboo content. This story is for adult audiences only.Word Count: 7,982 wordsExcerpt:The trumpet blast was a death knell, long and sorrowful before it faded into nothing. With its end, I gathered my skirts around me and rose to my feet. I steeled my stomach and my trembling limbs. I was Leida Rowen Mythos, daughter of the King, and princess of the realm. While fear made my bones rattle ‘til they would surely grind to dust and my breath came in staggering rasps, it was my duty to hold fast. Outside my chambers, the servants of the castle depended upon my strength, and the screams of women and children heralded that I failed on that count. I could not help Noa, but all was not lost.I threw open the great doors of my quarters and my belly lurched in rebellion. It was said that many years ago, before time was time, the Old King and his army put our castle together, stone by stone. The blood of the fallen creatures of the night soaked the earth beneath their feet, and their bones bound the castle together. They ushered in a new era of light, where man could live without fear of the wildlings and night things and death and sorrow.Now, the gray walls seemed to holler and writhe as the skeleton and the foundation cried out in salvation. Their children had come to avenge them. And from the bodies that made a trail up the great stairs and stopped a few feet from my door, revenge came at a high price. There was one guardsman, a younger knight who stood steel meeting steel, fighting an armored thing easily triple his size. His opponent’s armor didn’t glitter like molten silver like the realm’s honored. His was brutal with spikes and edges all around, turning his mere armor as a weapon as hearty as the sword in his hand. Instead of a full helmet as was customary, the mighty man had only half. It was a metallic mask that covered his entire face, with only two bars in the back attaching it to his head. On the crown of his head sat a braid as thick and dark as the night, swinging and gleaming as he and the guardsmen battled to the death.The guardsmen turned his attention to me for the slightest moment. “Princess! Return to your quarters and-”I screamed as the other took the advantage and flipped his blade, holding it with both hands and came at an angle, wedging the tip of his blade into the knight’s breastplate. It should have bounced off—our blacksmith’s were said to forge the stuff with the power of the gods themselves—but it pierced right through like a knife sliding through butter.I stumbled backward as the victor turned toward me. As he advanced, I felt my limbs relax, like I was beneath a warm spring. Comforted. Safe. It was a false notion, especially when he removed his helmet and revealed his true face to me. His skin was as dark as a starless night. The nostrils of his thick nose flared with amusement as he strode closer, giving me a better look at his fierce features. Slight lips, curled into a smile and eyes too blue and beautiful for such a terrifying face. My gaze continued down, and heat furled in the center of me when I saw he wore no cod piece. His cock lay dark and lengthy, semi-erect, parallel to his muscular thigh. In a moment of madness I found myself wondering what it would be like for him to move the length inside of me.