Trailer
Last Updated: May, 26 2026
First Chapter Latest Chapter
trying on a metaphor
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
dirt enthusiast
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her



#extradirty
Mike Driver
KIROKAZE

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
taylor price
DEAR READER

⁂
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
Claire Keane
sheepfilms
Sweet Seals For You, Always
$LAYYYTER
d e v o n
seen from Brazil

seen from Ireland
seen from Bangladesh
seen from Chile
seen from Iraq
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from Bosnia & Herzegovina

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United Kingdom

seen from South Korea
seen from United Arab Emirates
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Germany
@daylightisminetoconsume
Trailer
Last Updated: May, 26 2026
First Chapter Latest Chapter

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
It was a late day, it started out good but Brett’s day had to get worse. She was being chased from her main route and into a corner by Arthur’s guards, believing that she was a spy. Breta cursed herself for not bringing a weapon.
An arrow flew through the air and skimmed her arm, then another embedded in the ground next to her.
The knights were toying with her, they didn't plan on making this quick.
A shadow fell over her.
The stench reached her nostrils first, the smell of one who has rolled in entrails and enjoyed it. But then the bottomless blue eye caught her in its icy depths, weighing her.
"Pact Troll." Gunmar said, blinking as the knights froze at the sight of him.
Breta froze in place, she didn’t expect the warlord to be here, more did she expect him to be protecting her. She heard things about him and now Breta is gonna find out of the rumors are true.
“Pact troll?” Was all she could manage out, she hasn’t heard of the term pact troll much, maybe once or twice during schooling hours back then, she never really focused in class.
Gunmar stepped over her as if she were of no consequence.
The knights tried to run, but Gunmar chased them down on all fours, tearing them from their horses and ripping them limb from limb.
Gunmar stared at young Breta for a moment, then tossed an arm to her.
She stare at the limb for a while, her brain still not following her body. “Uhh- thanks?” She bent down to pick it up, it felt rude not to grab it.
“Uhh- what just happened” breta looked at him, her face still in a confused expression.
"Did you expect the Trollhunter to come to your rescue?" Gunmar asked, peeling a knights Torso out of its armor and biting into it.
“I actually expected to die, I don’t live anywhere near the- trollhunter?” Breta didn’t know of this hunter of trolls. She looked at the arm, moving it around letting the armor fall off by itself.
Gunmar frowned.
"What is your tribe?" He demanded, "If you are not a pact troll, and not Dwozafolk...."
“Outcasts, what little village I have are outcast, we have to hunt and scavenge for our own food.” She crossed her arms before looking at the ground. She hoped her cousins weren’t to worried about her.
Gunmar frowned at that, then tossed the rest of the human toward her.
"Take that to your people. Tell them Gunmar the Black provided their meal."
“You just… hand over food?” This was unheard of she was still so confused about everything that just happened. Looking around she realized that now she was lost and didn’t know her way back.
Gunmar turned to leave.
He had no intention of offering his help.
But perhaps if she was bold enough to ask....
“Uh wait, can I come with you? Just for today, I will leave in the night.” She picked up the human and placed it in a different bag she was carrying.
Gunmar frowned.
The sun would be rising soon, and she may not make it out of the forest.
"....Very well." Gunmar said, impressed by her gronk-nuks. "Come with me."
He dropped to all fours, gesturing for her to follow.
*she gently lifted their chins with her fluffy tail* im sure gunmar will be pleased to hear that
The brothers smile, and with one more bow of their heads, they took their leave.
It was a late day, it started out good but Brett’s day had to get worse. She was being chased from her main route and into a corner by Arthur’s guards, believing that she was a spy. Breta cursed herself for not bringing a weapon.
An arrow flew through the air and skimmed her arm, then another embedded in the ground next to her.
The knights were toying with her, they didn't plan on making this quick.
A shadow fell over her.
The stench reached her nostrils first, the smell of one who has rolled in entrails and enjoyed it. But then the bottomless blue eye caught her in its icy depths, weighing her.
"Pact Troll." Gunmar said, blinking as the knights froze at the sight of him.
Breta froze in place, she didn’t expect the warlord to be here, more did she expect him to be protecting her. She heard things about him and now Breta is gonna find out of the rumors are true.
“Pact troll?” Was all she could manage out, she hasn’t heard of the term pact troll much, maybe once or twice during schooling hours back then, she never really focused in class.
Gunmar stepped over her as if she were of no consequence.
The knights tried to run, but Gunmar chased them down on all fours, tearing them from their horses and ripping them limb from limb.
Gunmar stared at young Breta for a moment, then tossed an arm to her.
She stare at the limb for a while, her brain still not following her body. “Uhh- thanks?” She bent down to pick it up, it felt rude not to grab it.
“Uhh- what just happened” breta looked at him, her face still in a confused expression.
"Did you expect the Trollhunter to come to your rescue?" Gunmar asked, peeling a knights Torso out of its armor and biting into it.
“I actually expected to die, I don’t live anywhere near the- trollhunter?” Breta didn’t know of this hunter of trolls. She looked at the arm, moving it around letting the armor fall off by itself.
Gunmar frowned.
"What is your tribe?" He demanded, "If you are not a pact troll, and not Dwozafolk...."
“Outcasts, what little village I have are outcast, we have to hunt and scavenge for our own food.” She crossed her arms before looking at the ground. She hoped her cousins weren’t to worried about her.
Gunmar frowned at that, then tossed the rest of the human toward her.
"Take that to your people. Tell them Gunmar the Black provided their meal."
“You just… hand over food?” This was unheard of she was still so confused about everything that just happened. Looking around she realized that now she was lost and didn’t know her way back.
Gunmar turned to leave.
He had no intention of offering his help.
But perhaps if she was bold enough to ask....
Gunmar will probably be back soon and he's very protective of our sons. So anything you want to say before you have to leave?
They handed the children back, and as one, knelt, bowing their heads.
"We swear our lives and our Fealty to Prince Ceasar and Prince Absalom."
Their voices echoed in perfect unison.

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
It was a late day, it started out good but Brett’s day had to get worse. She was being chased from her main route and into a corner by Arthur’s guards, believing that she was a spy. Breta cursed herself for not bringing a weapon.
An arrow flew through the air and skimmed her arm, then another embedded in the ground next to her.
The knights were toying with her, they didn't plan on making this quick.
A shadow fell over her.
The stench reached her nostrils first, the smell of one who has rolled in entrails and enjoyed it. But then the bottomless blue eye caught her in its icy depths, weighing her.
"Pact Troll." Gunmar said, blinking as the knights froze at the sight of him.
Breta froze in place, she didn’t expect the warlord to be here, more did she expect him to be protecting her. She heard things about him and now Breta is gonna find out of the rumors are true.
“Pact troll?” Was all she could manage out, she hasn’t heard of the term pact troll much, maybe once or twice during schooling hours back then, she never really focused in class.
Gunmar stepped over her as if she were of no consequence.
The knights tried to run, but Gunmar chased them down on all fours, tearing them from their horses and ripping them limb from limb.
Gunmar stared at young Breta for a moment, then tossed an arm to her.
She stare at the limb for a while, her brain still not following her body. “Uhh- thanks?” She bent down to pick it up, it felt rude not to grab it.
“Uhh- what just happened” breta looked at him, her face still in a confused expression.
"Did you expect the Trollhunter to come to your rescue?" Gunmar asked, peeling a knights Torso out of its armor and biting into it.
“I actually expected to die, I don’t live anywhere near the- trollhunter?” Breta didn’t know of this hunter of trolls. She looked at the arm, moving it around letting the armor fall off by itself.
Gunmar frowned.
"What is your tribe?" He demanded, "If you are not a pact troll, and not Dwozafolk...."
“Outcasts, what little village I have are outcast, we have to hunt and scavenge for our own food.” She crossed her arms before looking at the ground. She hoped her cousins weren’t to worried about her.
Gunmar frowned at that, then tossed the rest of the human toward her.
"Take that to your people. Tell them Gunmar the Black provided their meal."
*ingrid smiled proudly* yep, did wonders for my leg muscles. Especially when I spent the first stage of labour walking around. Give me praise! *she was joking*
"You're incredible." Magog said, and meant it. Gog was bounching Absalom lightly, and the baby spat up on him.
Magog looked worriedly at Absalom, but the little one was fine. Just didn't like the bouncing.
Margie and Lord Colossus had returned to Norway, and she was quick to guide her father to where the Gumm Gumms lay.
Gunmar greeted Margie with an unspoken warmth, and he grasped forearms with Lord Colossus.
"If you've come to offer your daughter in marriage...." Gunmar began, then hesitated.
Lord Colossus held Gunmar’s hands in return. “I understand that you do not think yourself worthy of marrying my daughter, but you’ve proven yourself that you are indeed the ideal match for her.” Lord Colossus calmly explained. “Here’s my offer,” he began.
Gunmar listened, and as he did, his smile began to fade.
"Do you know how we came to The Eternal Night Heartstone?" Gunmar asked slowly, "Have you not heard of our journey?"
“I have.” Lord Colossus explained. “We can bring it with us. I’ve bought us a ship large enough to carry your entire army and heartstone back to the sates with us. There, we can move you all into my mansion. We can hold the heartstone in the cellar, away from the eyes of any thieves who may want to steal it. You and your army can find the areas where you feel most comfortable and settle in. The choice is yours.”
“We understand if you refuse to come with us.” Margie added. “But trust me, it’s much better than living in an environment that risks frostbite.”
"The Heartstone isn't going anywhere. And neither are we." He looked to Margie, sharply. "My home is here. If you wish to be my wife, then you will learn to embrace it as your own. Thank you for your generous offer, Lord Colossus, but no."
Margie looked at Gunmar then at her father before going to Gunmar’s side. “I’m sorry father, I’m staying.”
Lord Colossus had a heartbroken expression on his face, but if he wanted his daughter to be happy, he’ll have to accept the change. “Very well. Promise me you will take excellent care of her Gunmar.”
"You have my word." Gunmar replied, lifting an arm and wrapping it around Magie's shoulders.
*ingrid was curious to see how the two would handle the babies weight*
There was a soft 'oof' from Gog, and Magog had to adjust his stance. "And you carried these in your belly!?" "Carving seems easier."
...would you like to hold them?- they're heavy
"......" Gog looked at Magog in shock.
They were known for their cruelty, for relishing their work as interrogators.
To think that this Queen would understand them enough to trust them with her children.
"We'd be...." "Honored..."
Magog reached for Ceaser, while Gog gently took Absalom from her arms.

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Absalom is 250 lbs and caesar is 200lbs. Almost a quarter of my weight in total *ingrid smiles* im proud to report the other children love them, though one said absalom was ugly
Gog choked on a laugh, and Magog managed to keep a straight face.
"Children can be thoughtless."
Margie and Lord Colossus had returned to Norway, and she was quick to guide her father to where the Gumm Gumms lay.
Gunmar greeted Margie with an unspoken warmth, and he grasped forearms with Lord Colossus.
"If you've come to offer your daughter in marriage...." Gunmar began, then hesitated.
Lord Colossus held Gunmar’s hands in return. “I understand that you do not think yourself worthy of marrying my daughter, but you’ve proven yourself that you are indeed the ideal match for her.” Lord Colossus calmly explained. “Here’s my offer,” he began.
Gunmar listened, and as he did, his smile began to fade.
"Do you know how we came to The Eternal Night Heartstone?" Gunmar asked slowly, "Have you not heard of our journey?"
“I have.” Lord Colossus explained. “We can bring it with us. I’ve bought us a ship large enough to carry your entire army and heartstone back to the sates with us. There, we can move you all into my mansion. We can hold the heartstone in the cellar, away from the eyes of any thieves who may want to steal it. You and your army can find the areas where you feel most comfortable and settle in. The choice is yours.”
“We understand if you refuse to come with us.” Margie added. “But trust me, it’s much better than living in an environment that risks frostbite.”
"The Heartstone isn't going anywhere. And neither are we." He looked to Margie, sharply. "My home is here. If you wish to be my wife, then you will learn to embrace it as your own. Thank you for your generous offer, Lord Colossus, but no."
Im just glad they're out of me now. Want to guess how much they weigh?
Gog and Magog both ventured guesses, both underestimating.
"They're certainly big and healthy. How are your other young ones taking to them?" Magog asked.
Im sorry about them, I guess they don't like unfamiliar scents *she licks her babies* behave, these two are nice
"It's alright," Said Gog after elbowing his brother in the side, "One day we'll be their guards. If we live that long."
Margie and Lord Colossus had returned to Norway, and she was quick to guide her father to where the Gumm Gumms lay.
Gunmar greeted Margie with an unspoken warmth, and he grasped forearms with Lord Colossus.
"If you've come to offer your daughter in marriage...." Gunmar began, then hesitated.
Lord Colossus held Gunmar’s hands in return. “I understand that you do not think yourself worthy of marrying my daughter, but you’ve proven yourself that you are indeed the ideal match for her.” Lord Colossus calmly explained. “Here’s my offer,” he began.
Gunmar listened, and as he did, his smile began to fade.
"Do you know how we came to The Eternal Night Heartstone?" Gunmar asked slowly, "Have you not heard of our journey?"

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
*caesar sniffed the air and hissed, puffing up into white fluff ball. He didnt like this pair of strangers*
Absalom tensed at the sound of his brother's hiss, and immediately began growling as well, offering his support.
Gog and Magog both chuckled, but Magog at least looked a little chagrined.
"I'm sorry, I guess my ugly brother spooked them!" Magog said.
Margie and Lord Colossus had returned to Norway, and she was quick to guide her father to where the Gumm Gumms lay.
Gunmar greeted Margie with an unspoken warmth, and he grasped forearms with Lord Colossus.
"If you've come to offer your daughter in marriage...." Gunmar began, then hesitated.