#gunmar

An 18+ Gunmar X Empress Bloodmoon short

By Margiezilla a.k.a Empress Bloodmoon

The Trollhunter, and a majority of his allies had been felled. Merlin had failed to stop Morgana’s Eternal Night, and with darkness now blanketing the world, the fall of the human race quickly followed. There were scattered groups of resistors, both Troll and Human alike, but their efforts were in vain. All will soon fall to Gunmar’s blade, and his paradise for Trolls and other beasts of the night would finally be achieved. Empress Bloodmoon was sure of this, even though she had doubts in the beginning due to Morgana’s revival. She realized now she was a fool to question Gunmar’s plans for the world, but she was still leery of the Eldritch Queen. Jealousy had blossomed in her spark, he once turned to her for guidance, but now he spent most of his time with the golden witch. There was a celebratory feast being held in the main hall, and she hoped to find a spot by his side instead of Morgana.

With jittery nerves, Empress Bloodmoon wandered through Trollmarket, where numerous Trolls drank and partied along with her army of werecreatures. She curled her lip when she spotted several of her soldiers mating with each other and a few trolls. She wasn’t that keen on public sex acts, but she wasn’t the main ruler, and there were no younglings or pups present, so she continued on. She entered the packed tavern, nostrils flooded with the mouthwatering scent of sizzling human flesh, elven ears twitching from ruckus laughter and piercing screams of agony. Three humans were being butchered and grilled alive, and the bloody carnage made her stomach growl. Raw flesh or juicy off the heat were both tantalizing, but Gunmar wasn’t present, and so she moved toward the blackened heartstone.

In a lower chamber, she found him sitting at the feet of Bular’s reassembled petrified remains. Offerings of grog and human meat encircled him. Gunmar was hunched over, drinking blood wine with a multitude of empty bottles piled around him. Unable to gauge his mood, Empress Bloodmoon cautiously approached and hesitantly placed her claw on his shoulder. She flinched when he reared back with a ferocious snarl, but his enraged expression suddenly brightened.

Gunmar hiccupped. “Oh! E-Empress Bloodmoon…! I’m pleased to see you. I’ve missed you.” The sorceress’s heart fluttered. “I’ve missed you too, my Lord, but why are you out here all alone? You should be celebrating your great victory with our subjects.” “Ah, yes… there is much to celebrate,” Gunmar laughed. “The world now belongs to beasts of the night! No longer will we need to hide in the shadows. No longer will we live under the wretched heels of mankind. No longer will they threaten the wildlife we all treasure…” He raised his bottle in the air, his smile fading when he looked over at Bular’s remains. “My precious son. He should be here… celebrating with me…”

“I never had the opportunity to meet Bular,” Bloodmoon began, walking over and putting her claw on the petrified cheek of Gunmar’s son in an almost motherly fashion. “I heard the tales of his strength and bravery. He was a great warrior, and I know he’s looking at you proudly from the afterlife with the Gods by his side.” Gunmar gave the Empress a sad smile and repeated, “He should be here with me…” He turned, and dug through the pile of bottles. “I have this trophy for him. It helps a little… with the pain.” Empress Bloodmoon gasped when Gunmar pulled out the stone head of a young Troll. Looking more closely, she recognized that the Troll had Jim’s face, permanently etched with an expression of horror. “James Lake Junior…” She muttered. Empress Bloodmoon had heard rumors that the human Trollhunter had been turned into a half Human, half Troll hybrid, but she never believed that the rumors were to be true.

Gunmar stood on wobbly legs, carefully placing Jim’s head in Bular’s hands while taking another swig of blood wine. “I’ve avenged you, my boy…” Gunmar murmured, leaning in to rest his forehead on Bular’s. “The look of pain and terror on the Trollhunter’s face as I drove my blade through his chest was exquisite. I ate his body piece by piece while his mother watched and wailed. I tore the wings off that treasonous Stricklander and forced them down his gullet until it bulged and ripped open. The noises that impure made while choking on his own blood and flesh were beautiful. Oh my son, you should have seen it. You would have loved it.”

“He certainly would have, my Lord.” Empress Bloodmoon stated, gently touching Gunmar’s back with her claw. Her eyes widened when she heard sniffling. “M-My Lord?” Gunmar made no effort to hide his tears, dropping the bottle and tightly hugging Bular’s body. “My son, my only heir, Taken from me…! He should have been the one to inherit the mantle of king from me… He should be ruling the world and creating new life. He once talked about how he was going to find a mate once the war was over… He was going to give me so many grandchildren! What beautiful, perfect whelps he would have brought into the world. I should have encouraged him to settle down! Maybe, just maybe… he would still be alive… and I wouldn’t be all alone. My lineage dies with him…”

Empress Bloodmoon embraced Gunmar from the side as he cried, heartbroken to see him in such a vulnerable state. She glanced over at the unlocked door. Anyone could wander in, which would lead to disaster. She and her family understood his grief, but others would not. She couldn’t let him be viewed as weak and unfit to rule. “Let us take you some place to rest, my lord…” Empress Bloodmoon spoke softly. “I believe you’ve had enough to drink.” Gunmar grumbled something unintelligible, but he allowed the sorceress to lead him out of the chamber by hand, wiping his tears away. There were too many Trolls and werecreatures out to take him back to his private chambers, so she settled in a hidden room that she discovered while mapping out Trollmarket. It was cramped, and far from luxurious, but it would serve as a temporary nest.

Spreading out a layer of furs, she had him sit, or try to get him to lay down, but he grabbed her by the waist holding onto her tightly. The Empress jolted as he nuzzled his face against her neck, his breath hot on her hide. “You smell so good~” Gunmar moaned. “Like the night wind and a blazing fire. I wonder if you taste good too~” The Empress tried not to moan as Gunmar’s tongue slid over her sensitive neck, and his hand slipped under her skirt to grope her thigh. She quickly broke free before he could go any further. “M-My Lord, this is not appropriate given your inebriated state.” She scolded. Gunmar just dimly stared at the lunar Empress.

“You’re drunk…” she sighed, rolling her eyes. Gunmar only laughed. “I’m not too drunk to know what I want… and I’ve wanted you for a very long time, Empress Bloodmoon. I want you by my side for the rest of my days.” “W-What?” The Empress stammered with a blush forming on her cheeks. “I never had the chance to tell you as we were too busy with the war.” He leered at Bloodmoon. “But the war is over now.” Bloodmoon squeaked when Gunmar snagged the cloth covering her left breast, ripping it a little. “S-stop it, my Lord. Now.” Gunmar released the Empress’s clothes with a crestfallen expression. “You don’t want me.” Empress Bloodmoon cupped Gunmar’s face, making him smile and chuff. “I do want you when you’re sober and can think clearly. Rest. We can talk once you’ve recovered. I will gladly lay in your arms if you still want me by then.” “I will.” Gunmar chuckled before passing out.

*later*

Empress Bloodmoon’s eyes fluttered open as she was woken by pained groans. She sat up in a bed she teleported into the cave for herself, stretching with a yawn. Gunmar was also awake, mumbling and rubbing his head as he sat up from the nest of furs. “I didn't figure you were someone who couldn’t handle alcohol, my Lord!” The Empress teased with a soft laugh. Gunmar couldn’t help but snort out a chuckle. “I haven’t had such a potent brew since being banished to The Darklands… I’ve forgotten how nasty a hangover can be…” “I imagine you haven’t eaten a proper meal since then either…” the Empress sighed. “Shall I bring you a human from the pens? Would you prefer raw, medium, or well done?”

Gunmar shook his head with a grimace. “Nothing for now. I don’t think I could stomach it…” He frowned, and noticed that the Empress was sitting in her bed. “Why did you teleport a bed for yourself, Empress? The furs are big enough for two. Are they… not comfortable?” “I didn’t want to leave you alone…” Bloodmoon replied. “And I didn’t want you to wake up with the wrong impression. I wasn’t sure how much of last night you would remember, my Lord.” Gunmar smiled and patted the furs. “I remember everything. Come. Sit with me.”

Nervously biting her lip, Empress Bloodmoon crawled over to the nest on all fours in her large nightshirt, cheeks burning as Gunmar nestled against her side. “I’m sorry you had to witness such weakness from me,” Gunmar mumbled. “How humiliating-” “Grief is no weakness, my Lord.” Bloodmoon interrupted. “My family knows that pain all too well and how hard it can be to keep your emotions in check for so many years…” “Ah yes, the Steam locomotive massacre… the way it affected your father, surviving siblings, and the rest of his kingdom…” Gunmar sighed, remembering the day the Empress told him about her family’s history. “Why bring this up now?” “You poured your spark out to me last night.” Bloodmoon answered with round pupils, gently placing her claw on Gunmar’s chest, feeling the beat of his heart. “It’s only fair that I do the same. Are you sure you remember everything from last night?”

Gunmar gently grasped Bloodmoon’s hand. “I want you… not only as a companion for the bed furs… but as my queen. I want you to rule by my side, and give you the true title of Empress.” Empress Bloodmoon fought back tears of blood. “I-I’m not worthy to rule with you, my Lord. You need a queen that can give you heirs, and I’m not even a troll…!” “I’ve lost my heir just as your father had with his many own… I cannot bear the pain of living without a child. Even if you aren’t a troll, you still have a chance of impregnation due to your magic.” He embraced Empress Bloodmoon and kissed her knuckles. “I’m not a fool. I know I won’t live forever. I just want to spend my remaining time on Earth, however long that may be, with someone I can trust. You are more than worthy, Empress Bloodmoon. Am I worthy of you?” “Of course, Gunmar. How long I’ve waited for this moment~!” Empress Bloodmoon smiled.

Garments were hastily shed, and Empress Bloodmoon found herself flat on the furs with Gunmar looming over her, expression serene and full of love. She loved seeing him so happy! Pulling him close and wrapping her raptor like legs around his hips, she moaned as his cock glided over her wet folds. For a time, they nuzzled, kissed, and licked one another’s necks and shoulders, bucking into each other and moaning from the pleasurable friction. His dick was soon coated in her arousal, lowering a hand to guide himself to her opening. They growled when his tip was met with slick heat, gently pushing forward until he was fully seated. The Empress expected some pain given it was her first time especially with his large size, but all she felt was a pleasurable fullness.

“Please move~” Bloodmoon whimpered into Gunmar’s shoulder. Gunmar drew her head back and kissed her deep, easing out and slowly pushing back in, making her moan and roughly rock into him. “Eager, my Empress~?” “Very much so, my King~” Bloodmoon purred, legs trembling when Gunmar’s cock brushed over her G spot. “You can… mmmh~ take me harder if you want~” “I would gladly… some other time.” Gunmar murmured. “I wish to savor this moment with you~” “Fair choice, considering it is my first time~” she purred.

Empress Bloodmoon cried out as Gunmar’s thumb pressed on her swollen clitoris, circling in time with his slow and gentle thrusts. Her passage suddenly clenched around him, claws digging into his back as she mashed her lips against his, wailing into his mouth as she rode out her abrupt climax. Rippling, hot, smooth flesh brought him to an intense release. Quickly diving down to kiss her in return, his thrusts turned sloppy and jerky, tongue swirling with hers as he pushed his throbbing knot into her. Letting out another muffled roar as his seed spilled into her womb, making her belly swell. Spasms overtook her body as a second orgasm worked through her, breaking the kiss so they could catch their breath.

“So much for savoring the moment…” he pouted. “Well… we’ll just have to try again later~” Bloodmoon chuckled. Gunmar laughed and rolled onto his side, keeping the Empress tucked in his arms. “And if we release too soon again?” “Then we’ll keep trying until we get it right~” Bloodmoon cooed. “You have a lot of faith in my stamina, my Queen~” Gunmar purred, rubbing the Empress’s swollen womb. “You’ve given me plenty of reasons to have faith in you, my King~” Bloodmoon purred back, putting her hand on his.

Gunmar cupped the Empress’s cheek and they butted their foreheads together before kissing each other romantically. Little did they know, Gunmar did manage to impregnate Empress Bloodmoon, and in six months due time, she would give birth to their first born daughter, Asmodeus.

End <3

Isn't this a nice little family? Nothing bad is gonna happen to momma at all UvU;

Two old friends, pitted against each other! ...Again. They were already on bad terms at the beginning of the questline.

Gunmar in Gacha Life 2

The tournament begins! Gunmar is the Dawnguard's blacksmith, and an old friend of Sorine, Isran, and Florentius. You might remember him from the Dawnguard quest where you need to recruit him. He also sells Armored Trolls, a powerful creature follower.

Old man feeding his pigeons

(Love the eyepatch 👀 it fits him)

Anyway, lining this piece almost sent me into a crash out, it looked so sloppy but the shading fortunately saved it a bit... My hands feel like wet spaghetti 🫠

So I don't think I'll be posting much art for now, I remembered how fucking much I loathe summer and how much it heats up my room 😍🙏

(I drew this at school)