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Tavina Nitram looked out the window of her hive, staring into the dark Alternian sky. Another quiet night. A few neighbors were out of their hives, messing around in their lawnrings. But not her. That sort of life was taken away from her. She was gifted with the power to commune with beasts, a trait that wasn’t very uncommon on her rung of the hemospectrum. But Tavina was a strange specimen among trolls. Experiencing an exceptional pupation, she grew a pair of translucent wings from her back. In addition to that, her amazing growth extended into her other features.
At eight sweeps, she dwarfed her peers by almost a foot. Her facial features were soft, her skin was smooth, and her curves rivaled those of the Empress. Yet, a firm layer of muscle lied underneath. Her large breasts seemed to swell at times, perky nipples occasionally dripping a strange opaque liquid that was tinged the color of her blood.

In her own eyes, Tavina was perfect. Strong, attractive, unique. But others didn’t think so. As if being a rustblood wasn’t enough, she was ostracized by many of her friends because of her wings, including her matesprit. Rather than face the baseless scorn of her fellow trolls, she hid inside of her hive, looking at the sky every night, wishing she could be standing under it directly.

Her anger boiled away inside of her. With no moirail to calm the storm that brewed within, this quiet Alternian night proved to be the last Tavina would spend alone. She bolted out of the door of her hive, her wings fluttering as she lifted herself off of the ground. She surveyed the ground from her vantage point, the bleak Alternian landscape dyed green from one of the moons.

On and on she flew, watching as the trolls in their lawnrings gradually shifted in blood color the further she flew. Before long she had passed the ring of hivestems that the yellowbloods called home, flying over the forests until she reached the rocky cliffs that bordered the sea. Blueblood territory. Any further might be dangerous. Those purplebloods were nasty. As she came to a gentle landing she brandished her lance, glaring threateningly at a nearby indigoblood, who quickly stepped back.

She entered the nearest hive, a large castle-like structure on the edge of a cliff. Barging through the door, she took a battle stance, expecting retaliation. But there was no one around. Not even a lusus. She looked through the hive, trying to find any sort of inhabitant she could take her anger out on. Eventually she found a large spiral staircase, winding down into the heart of the cliff. Descending, Tavina reached the bottom, looking onward into the large cavern that the stairs led to.

Stepping inside, Tavina once again readied her lance as she looked upon the biggest lusus she had ever seen. The large arachnid was staring down at her charge, which sat directly in front of her. As Tavina approached the lusus looked up at her, hissing threateningly. The small troll turned as she did, standing up and revealing himself. The troll was just a boy. He didn’t even look five sweeps old yet.

The boy broke the silence, boldly pointing a finger at Tavina. “Hey, what’s a rust8lood doin’ here!?” As he yelled his question the lusus lunged forward, one sharp leg going straight at Tavina’s chest. She focused, using her powers to subdue the beast, watching as it slowly retracted its leg. The boy looked back to his lusus nervously, before focusing on the intruder again. “Fine mom, you sit this one out. This weird lookin’ 8itch is mine!” He charged, his fists bouncing off of Tavina’s stomach and sides. She knocked him away, taking her time as she toyed with the young, defenseless troll.

Falling onto his behind, he glared up at Tavina before raising his hands to his temples. “You think you’re so tough!? Well, watch THIS!” As he said it Tavina felt a surge of mental energy rush through her head, taking a step back as the child attempted to manipulate her mind. Luckily for her he was still young, and his powers hadn’t developed completely. She quickly hit him in the head with the butt of her lance, knocking him unconscious as he fell to the ground with a thud.

She looked down at the young troll, the point of her lance pressing into his neck. She thought of what his life had been like so far, what she was about to do. Suddenly, an idea dawned on her. Something much worse than death. She put away her lance, cradling the small troll in her arms as she flew out of the cavern. She released her hold on the lusus just in time for it to see her fly away with her charge. She screeched, frantically banging against the sides of the cavern in a rage. Her struggling eventually caused the walls to crumble, the entire hive crashing down on top of her, crushing her to death.

Tavina returned to her hive with her new pet, the young cobaltblood boy. She undressed him, laying him down and rubbed his bulge with one finger, watching the small genital surge to hardness even as the boy remained unconscious. She took the time to undress while he was asleep. Tonight her breasts were particularly swollen, filled to the brim with that strange opaque liquid.

Giving a gentle squeeze, she took a few drops on the tip of her finger. Wrapping her lips around it, she grimaced. The taste was very unappealing, whatever it was. Why was there so much of it? Just as she looked in the mirror, cupping her large breasts, she heard the boy stir. She turned around as the small troll opened his eyes, his first sight being Tavina’s naked form. Ignoring his blush and his hardening bulge, he spoke. “H-hey, what are you doing? Where am I!?”

Tavina leaned over him, leaving his questions unanswered as she stroked his bulge in her hand, causing him to moan and gasp quietly. “Shut up. What’s your name?” To drive her dominance further she gave his bulge a squeeze, the boy gasping in pain. “Ahh, hey, s-stop! Vrikas, my name is Vrikas Serket!” Satisfied, she stopped squeezing, going back to stroking his bulge again.

“Well, Vrikas. Things are going to change from now on. Your lusus is dead, and you’re going to stay here with me. You’re going to be my new matesprit, okay?” The boy looked down to the ground, sniffling a bit. A few tears rolled down his cheeks, silently mourning the loss of his parent. She was mean, but she was still his mother, after all. He sank to the floor, sitting down, looking at Tavina and nodding as he cried. Tavina reached down, lifting him onto his feet and bringing him over to a couch that was in her hive. She laid him down and curled up next to him, stroking his bulge again.

His questions answered and his tears gone, he was free to react to the stimulation of his bulge being stroked. He moaned and grunted, occasionally bucking his hips as his limit quickly approached. Finally he yelled out as his orgasm hit, a stream of blue slime shooting from his bulge. Turning him onto his back and straddling his waist, Tavina wasted no time, descending onto his bulge, her nook wet from arousal. Though he was small, being so young, it was more than enough to pleasure her.

The two of them had sex for what felt like hours, any and every objection made by Vrikas met with more sexual advances. At one point, Tavina lifted the boy’s head up to her breast. With no other option left, he opened his mouth, wrapping his lips around her nipple. Almost immediately he was rewarded with a thick stream of the slightly brown fluid. Tavina had her hand pushed firmly on the back of his head, expecting him to try and pull away in disgust. He suckled for a bit before swallowing, and Tavina was shocked to see that he went back for more!

The boy continued sucking on her nipple, swallowing mouthfuls of the milk that flowed from Tavina’s breast. He lifted a hand to squeeze her breast, more milk rushing out. He had a crazed look in his eyes and he sucked voraciously, as if getting every last drop was his mission in life. The two of them climaxing once again, Vrikas pulled his head away from her chest, breathing heavily. Drops of milk dripped from her nipple, and the pleasure of releasing all of that pent-up liquid was orgasmic in itself.

Seeing the drops hitting the fabric of the couch, Vrikas sat back up, his mouth returning to her breast and suckling some more. Tavina was glad to supply it of course, having no other use for it. She guessed it tasted bad to her, but not others. As the weeks went by the process would repeat, the girl shunned by society breeding with her prisoner. Except, he wasn’t really her prisoner anymore.

In the beginning she had to force him to stay, threatening him and tying him down. However, he changed as the weeks passed, and before long he didn’t mind being there. A few weeks later, he would actually look forward to having sex with her more. When his next Wriggling Day came to pass, he would pester her constantly to have more sex and allow him to drink more milk.

One sweep later from that quiet Alternian night, Vrikas Serket was no longer the feisty prisoner of Tavina Nitram. In the end, the strange milk that Tavina produced would turn out to be her most intriguing feature of all. Something in the milk altered troll brain chemistry like a drug, addicting them to it. After a feeding a troll would feel no pain, thirst, hunger, or fatigue. Vrikas released her nipple with a loud pop, his brain encased in a lucid state, which Tavina took advantage of to have sex with him. As soon as it wore off the addicted troll would seek nothing other than more milk, to reestablish that lucid state of being once more.

Tavina looked out the window, pink light streaming into her hive. She glanced down to her pet, Vrikas, as he happily suckled away, the signature glazed look in his eye telling her that he couldn’t be happier. And though not much had changed for her, this small victory, the domination and ownership of this young troll, made her just as happy.