Troll Love

This is a story created in the world of Norrath. Norrath exists in a roleplaying online game called EverQuest. I am highly receptive of any feedback you may have. :) Enjoy...

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A languid wind drifted through the partially opened window in the suite. The breeze gently rustled the blonde ringlets of the sleeping high elf lying nude on the bed. She smiled in her dreams, purred, and nestled deeper into the pillow.

The door to the suite opened and the duke entered quietly. He stealthily tiptoed up to the bed of his sleeping partner with much grace, betraying his size and girth. With much care, he pulled a few locks of hair from the elf’s face. The high elf purred again, smiled wider, and whispered the name of her lover without opening her eyes.

The dread lord removed his gear and placed it on a nearby chair, taking care not to let the metal scrape or clang. When nude, he sauntered to the adjacent room and tipped the large wooden bucket slightly to start the water to shower out. He stepped into the basin and let the water run down his head, back, and into the basin. He used the shaman herb scented bar to rub along his sore arms. The troops had been undisciplined, thus all his muscles were aching and painful from beating them into submission. He let the water run down his chest and onto another muscle that was aching. This muscle stood up straight and hard. He touched himself and realized that his night was not quite finished.

He pushed up the bucket to stop the water and peeked back in at the sleeping elf. She had turned on her side and had one hand between her legs. Her breath had quickened and her fingers were dancing along her womanhood. This creature had to be related to the nymphs in Wakening Lands.

While he watched her masturbate in her sleep, he remembered this morning before he went off to work, how she had begged him to show what techniques he was going to use on the recruits. However, while he tried to show these techniques, she bewitched him with her smile and her minute body had fallen him to the ground. Of course, she was not a recruit and could fall him any time, her touch was intoxicating. She had used him for quite a while, climaxing over and over, before she dismissed him to work. How she enjoyed sending him off with a smile. The vixen! He growled in pleasure. He needed more.

Dripping, he went to the bed and lay next to her. She rolled over onto her back, her hand fell from her pussy, innocently baring her chest. With a finger, he traced one of her nipples, slow, large circles. He spread her agile legs and positioned himself between them. Then he flicked his tongue over her petite clit and enjoyed as her back arched upward in ecstasy. He teased her awake with his tongue drinking her juice and exploring her folds. She squealed and purred, her hands pushing his head down onto her harder. She lifted her hips up and let out a scream as her thighs caught his head. Her body shook, and he started all over again.

When her breathing was coming in gasps and her screams were barely audible from exhaustion, he crept back up beside her and stared into her deep blue eyes. With an impish grin, the elf leapt from the bed and straddled him. His enlarged cock easily sliding deep within her. She ground her pelvis down farther on him and he felt her tighten her muscles around him. He reached up and played with her nipples again as she rocked on him slowly, enjoying the bond they shared.

She teasingly left his body and started toward the other room nonchalantly. His growl of frustration did not leave his throat, but he did leave the bed. He caught her easily and pressed her to the wall. She smiled evilly and he saw the look of desire in her eyes. He hungered for her lips and he greedily kissed her.

She separated herself from his lips and brought her lips to his ear. “More,” she whispered.

He raised her slightly from the wall while he guided his cock to her body. Her juices helped him slide in her and he impaled her while he held her against the wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him in as far as she could. They were so close, they felt as if one entity.

She screamed his name over and over as again she was brought to climax. She went limp on his body, and he thrust in her one last time for thoroughness. He brought her gently to the floor. She curled up in a fetal position as he rose up from the floor...his hardness still aching but his poor elf broken. He started to turn for the bed, when he heard her giggle his name. He turned to find her on all fours, already recovered, and offering herself to him once again.

“A troll could get used to this,” he thought as he kneeled down behind her.

He teased her with his hardened member. She begged him to enter her, although her language had become quite barbaric. When he could no longer take the tease himself, he thrust inside her. His mind was racing with adrenaline and all of his body was tingling and he could feel the head of his cock ready to burst as he drove into her faster, slower, holding back as long as he could. The high elf begged over and over for more. He felt the release come from deep inside and seemed to explode inside of her. He thrust a few more times, swallowed, and then he went limp. The elf curled into his arms on the floor, still united. His sore muscles were forgotten as his body recovered from the last rendezvous with the beguiler.

The elf separated from him, kissed him on the cheek, and rose for the bed. Wearily, he followed. Yet, as the elf lay in the bed she spread her legs and started to play once again with herself. He growled in delight as his member rose to the occasion. He lowered himself onto her as she whispered in his ear, “welcome home.”