His kisses make me wild with desire, and the cock plunging deep into my depths summon screams of lust and ecstasy. I nearly faint as his constant thrusts throw me over the edge of orgasm and I come, violently as I always do. Hands tearing up tufts of grass. Heels dig into the wet ground. My back arches and my chest rapidly rises and falls. I can feel the pulsing sensation as he empties his thick load inside me.
Still he continues for another few thrusts, in a desperate attempt to draw every ounce of pleasure and prolong the ecstasy. He collapses on my chest and gives me another of his sweet kisses. As he rolls to the side, his penis slides out from my sheath and moisture trickles down into the ground. I feel invigorated and exhausted at the same time. Sweat glistens blue beneath the misty full moon.
Minutes of silence follow, while we both catch our breaths and stare into the dark blue abyss above us. Stars spread out like grains on the field. No clear pattern, but still a sense of chaotic order.
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Sheer terror grabbed me. I was sure to die at any moment, but nothing happened. The great troll king slowly rose to his feet, his enormous hands gripping the sides of the carved stone throne. Now that he stood erect on the floor, I got a better impression of his size. The summits on the crown nearly scraped the roof of the cave. His belly stood out like a wind-full sail, and his arms were thick as ancient oak. He was clad in an array of various pelts. I could recognize gray wolf, black and white badger, dark brown bear and lighter, reddish deer, in addition to the squirrel tails and ermine used for decoration.
When he began to walk towards me, I was sure this was my last moment on this earth, but his eyes were not fixed on me. They were looking at something on the floor. He bent down and picked up the small gem I had found at the entrance.
"Drop the boy."
I more felt it than I heard the rumbling growl coming from my captor's throat as he followed his master's orders. The painful grip on my arms was reluctantly released. My body was still crippled with fear, and I fell flat on the floor, unable to stand on my shaking legs.
"You found this?"
In the back of my head a small voice screamed at me to pay attention and recognize the importance of his question. Slowly, as if the time stood still, my head began to clear, and I realized that this might be something other than my death sentence. With a trembling voice, I began to speak.
"Yes. It is mine. It has been in my family for generations." Somehow, I doubted the truth would do me any good.
"The priest would never touch it. I was told it came from the elves, and I was destined to give it back. I have been searching for you for months."
"A priest! You are a Christian?" He sniffed the air above my head. The disgust in the king's voice was clear.
"I have been to the church, but that is as far as that goes. I have always been aware of the flaws of Christianity." I could see some of the trolls cringe as I spoke the word. "I guess my belief in your existence contradicts my forced belief."
"Then I am in your debt. You have restored the last gem to my crown, which was stolen from me by humans centuries ago. Name your reward, and I shall grant it."
"Then I simply wish to be set free. I will never speak of this place again." I could not believe my luck. A moment ago, I was sure to die. Now I would see daylight once more, and it seemed like the greatest reward possible. I quickly decided my times of foolish questing was over.
"You test your luck, boy. That is something I cannot do. But certainly, that is far too poor a gift for someone who has restored the king's crown. You must stay, but I shall grant you the most prized possession in my keep. She was promised to your captor Burr, but as a reward to you, and punishment to him for nearly killing you, I give you my daughter Skuld."
