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.
