Forever In The Underworld Ch 03

The third night with him is no less enjoyable than the previous. My instincts lead me, and he follows willingly and easily. I bring him to my secret glade, deep within the wilderness. We huddle together and kiss. Summer is in its prime, with the sun barely creeping below the horizon leaving its golden sheen on the clouds at the far edge of the world. Coupled with a full moon, it is as close to daylight as I will ever see. I can clearly see his fatigued face, less handsome but beautiful in its admiration.

"I had a hard time escaping this time. They are beginning to ask why I sneak out every night. I fear that they suspect. But nothing can keep me away from you, my love." I try not to acknowledge the sword resting in the moss by our side

I am on a rapidly increasing curve of desire and seek nothing but his love and caresses. The exhilarating feeling of lust and promise of sex fills me with butterflies. At the same time, I know my effect on him is nothing natural. His sickly skin is a stark reminder, but his lustful, staring eyes tell me not to care. We should not keep this up, is my last thought before surrendering to his shivering touch.

He is more forceful and fervous than before, pinning my wrists to the ground with his strong hands. I know I can easily break free, but I do not. I relish in the fantasy and surrender to his masculine aura. He pounds me again and again at an almost desperate pace. I scream and moan with each thrust. My tail writhes like a snake beneath us.

His release comes so heavily that I can feel the force of his bursts filling my inner crevasses. The flow of energy makes me come, and I bury my nails in his back, tearing bloody streaks across the muscled skin.

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My new life amongst the fairy-folk was very different from my former, but I eventually found it was not as dreadful as I had feared. Most of my contentment came from Skuld, who turned out to be the most wonderful fiancée I could have imagined. It was a delight to see her every morning with her wonderful smile and playful mind.

Still, I longed for the open wilderness and my home. I knew I had no choice but to stay and tried to accustomize myself with the way of life in this underground dwelling. With time I learned about the geography of the kingdom, which was an overwhelming maze of passages and caves, with halls that would fit my entire homestead, thousands of feet across.

Rivers, lakes and wells provided water, and the most trusted trolls were allowed outside to hunt or forage for food, which was evenly distributed amongst us. I tried desperately to be allowed to join the hunting parties, but they would not even show me the way to the surface. It seemed I would be distrusted no matter what I was doing, and I had the feeling this was more than just a personal grudge. Trolls hated humans.

It became clear to me that I would never be considered their equal. A lesser being. They would harass me and treat me with contempt for the rest of my days here. No one wanted to be my friend, and the girls made fun of my small stature. I was sure Skuld saw me in a similar fashion, although she bravely tried to conceal her disappointment with her new betrothed. Compared to the trolls, I was tiny and weak, abilities disdained by my new people.

Burr used this for all it was worth and made me the center of every joke. He would give me a "friendly" pat on the back, shoving me face down into the mud, or giving me tasks I would never be strong enough to accomplish. All this to mock and humiliate me. Still, I was promised to the King's daughter, and that gave me some relief from the worst of the harassment.

My only solace in this gruesome time was Skuld. She would take good care of me whenever I was at our home. I knew she could not defend me in public, as females were seen as even lesser beings than myself. But she comforted me and always made me feel better, if not good. Her stunning beauty was almost enough to keep me from regretting this life. The beautiful, perfectly shaped body made me react with desire every time I laid my eyes on her.

The first evening, after she led me to her new home, she would not let me touch her. But over the following days, as she got to know me better, I found she eased up a bit. Our mutual experiences as lesser residents grew into a strange kind of bond. Often, we would chat and cuddle up in bed, but although I yearned to taste her body, she would not let me. I knew she had hoped for a strong and handsome troll, but she was stuck with this lean, weak, human boy. My desire for her was still strong, and it became a torment for me to live with her and know I would never have her, neither physically nor emotionally.

As I was chatting with Skuld one night, I tried to explain to her that I would never run away and asked her why they would not trust me. We had become close over the weeks, and through our little talks found that we had a number of small things in common. I began to relish these moments as a form of substitute for my unfulfilled desires.

"It really is quite simple. You are not like us, and as long as you are perceived as human, you never will. The distance and distrust between our peoples are simply too great. We have always been part of different realities."

"Is there really nothing I can do? I only want to be accepted and become part of your community. I know that I will be a captive here for the rest of my life, but why can I not at least be allowed a better life than this?" I realized my unintended insult the moment the words came out, but she did not seem to catch it.

"There is one thing. But it will require much of you. You will have to die."

"Die! That is your solution? I die and you get to marry the big, strong Burr?"

"Do not be silly. I would not marry that vile pest for anything. He is notoriously bad tempered and has been known to beat his late wife. Some say that is the reason for her being 'late'."

"Oh. I did not know that. He is a vile one, but I keep hearing how strong and powerful he is. And I see how the other women look at him. Though I know you have a kinder heart than them. I am sorry, Skuld. I did not mean to presume anything. But you must understand me. I do not want to be a distrusted outsider here for the rest of my life. If I am to stay here, I need some sense of worth."

"Then you must die. Only then can you claim a new form, more fitting for one of my people. More fitting of my future husband." She gave me that warm smile that always seemed to melt away my troubles. "You must become a troll like the men of the fairy folk."

"Become a troll? That would indeed require much. I am not sure, Skuld. I am afraid that I would seize to be myself."

"You do not understand. You would not lose that kind and caring soul of yours. You would merely enter a new body, not become a different person. Trust me."

She laid her head in my lap, allowing me to stroke her long, beautiful hair. Her smell, and the warmth of her breath against my thigh made me wish for her happiness beyond anything else. I realized that since I could never be happy here, I must do whatever made her happy. Tears trickled over my cheeks and dripped from my chin into her hair as I made my decicion.

"I will do it. If not for me, then for you, Skuld. We must make the arrangements quickly before I change my mind."

"First thing tomorrow," she said, before raising her head up to my level.

The kiss she gave me was like nothing I had ever felt. Full of passion and some new sensation I had not seen in her before. Her lips were so soft that it was like kissing a warm summer breeze, ripe with the smell of flowers and honey. She pushed me back on the bed and lay herself on my chest, her tail wrapping itself around my waist. No one said a word, and the kiss lasted an eternity, all the while increasing our lust.

Her hands nimbly removed my clothes, and I lifted her light, flaxen dress up over her head. It was amazing to see her sitting there naked astride my body. Her breasts were so round and firm, without the slightest sign of sagging. It was as if they defied gravity. The slender belly hinted of the tight muscle underneath and at the same time had an even roundness. Her crotch was covered by a tiny patch of fur, pointing like an arrow over her mound and the intoxicating sight of her barely opened crack, glistening with moisture. I could see the edge of her inner labia further down between the soft, hairless skin of their neighbors. The legs sitting on their knees were just as sleek as her mound and shone with an even glow as if her skin was painted on her by a master artist. I knew that I was powerless to resist this amazing wonder of nature and allowed myself to be filled to the rim with desire for her.

As I steered my manhood in her direction and approached the wet crack, she bent her head back and closed her eyes in anticipation, releasing a long, soft moan. Her body lowered itself down on me in one even motion until I felt her weight on my belly. Her hips and ass began moving slowly in circles. All I could do was to hold on to her hips and let the feelings flow through me as she did all the work.

After a blissful eternity of grinding, she raised herself on her knees again and hung there for a while, relishing in the desperate look on my face as she held the tip of my cock touching her glistening opening. Wickedly smiling, she sat down hard, and I once more felt the surges of sexual desire gain control over me as though I was a string puppet. Every inch of motion made my mind and heart race, and I felt the energy surge along my shaft. She continued the same motion over again, every time with a slight pause, cunningly smiling at my expression of torment.

I stared dreamily at her eyes, seeing her completely lost in passion, but smiling every time she locked her gaze with mine. Her beauty made the breath halt in my lungs, and the butterflies churning in my belly was almost too much to bear. Neither of us made any loud noises, but moaned constantly, letting the other know exactly what we were feeling. I could see her cheeks blush and her eyes glazing over as she let herself loose control and approach climax. As the moment came, she stiffened and tightened every muscle in her body. Her rhythmic movements became spasmic and erratic. The walls of her vagina clamped my cock as if she was reining me in like game ready for slaughter, willing me to come inside her.

And come I did. Like a sudden torrent gushing down on a summer day, releasing my huge load deep inside the warm cave of her crotch. I knew that it was impossible to even contemplate resisting. She had stolen every ounce of control from me. Her pussy clenched my cock firmly in place as if by her hand. Again and again, I shot waves of hot cum until there was nothing left inside me. Fatigue gripped me instanty, and I felt utterly spent but deeply satisfied. She kept moving her hips as waves of orgasm washed over her. I could only lie still and gaze at her marvelous and ecstatic beauty, stripped of constraint. At this moment, it was as if I could see into her very soul. The girl I saw before me was the true, natural Skuld, as innocent, wicked and real as a child.

She really deserved to have the man she wanted. I realized I harboured no fear due to my decision. I was truly glad to go through the change for her. I realized for the first time that I might become happy here. Happier than I had ever been in my former life. I had found the two things I had searched for all my life.

Devoid of energy, and still heaving for air, I drifted into an exhausted, dreamless sleep.

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The moon is high in the night, partly covered by drifting whisps of pitch-black clouds. Something large sweeps through the dense canopy above us. I stare into the sky and listen to his heavy breathing, laced by a rasping sound in his throat. Nothing stirs, except for his heaving chest. In contrast, my head is clearer than ever, and thousands of different thoughts flow through my mind. Full of life and vigour, I roll over and look at my lover.

"Sleep, dear. I am right in doing this to you?"

He reminds me of Skuld. I used to lie like this, studying her innocent face as we lay below the canopy at night, hiding our desires from the underworld below. She truly loved me then.