Author's note: the third installment, plenty more ideas, but if you have something you'd like to read, let me know and maybe I'll blend it in. Always open to suggestions and comments.
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Over the next weeks Raxon studied his books, manuscripts and documents. He scoured his extensive library in between fucking Ilinya until finally he found what he was looking for.
"Oh yes, yes, yes," he cried. "This is better than I thought. Not only is the little slut bound to me, but her libido will increase with each fuck until she becomes an unstoppable sex fiend, wanting to do little else but fuck."
"And this is exciting," he added in his lusting mind, "if I can get the dwarves to give me this little item, my god, I'll have her fucking endlessly and all the coin that will bring." Raxon could hardly contain his excitement.
"Come on my stupid little elf whore, we're going for a ride."
Ilinya had cleaned the entire tower in the meantime so that all the rooms sparkled, She'd organized and planted and been over at the Paradise more than once to earn her master some coin, sucking cock and putting her cunt on display. A ride to anywhere would be a break, for sure.
While Raxon collected some writings, she got the horse and hitched it to the Wagon. It was a warm day, so Raxon ordered her to wear one of the sluttier outfits he had gotten for her. She wore a black and red bustier, tightly tied at the back, as if her waist needed more than the natural accentuation. The garment pushed her soft, large, round tits almost up to her chin, or at least that's how it felt to her. She wore a long, flowing black skirt that went all the way to her ankles, unfortunately it was also slit up to the nearly the belt line and she had constantly to rearrange herself to get any kind of cover over her leg. For shoes she wore sandals with heels that strapped to her taut, sexy calves. Despite her dislike for the other things, she did like the shoes.
"Did you get the wagon ready, slut?" Raxon shouted from one of the tower windows.
She looked up at him with contempt. Fucking asshole. He didn't do shit except stick his nose into books and dig around in papers. And yet, as she looked up at him, she smiled and waived her hand over the horse's rump.
"We're all set, master."
Raxon slammed the window shut without a reply and moments later appeared next to the wagon. The wagon was kind of a sorry affair, held together with wire and metal strapping. A bench with enough room for two was the mounted in front of the small box. The wheels wobbled terribly on even a smooth road, and there weren't a lot of smooth roads anywhere near.
"Come on then," Raxon said and swung himself into the seat. "Grab the reins and let's go."
He's even too lazy to drive the fucking wagon, Ilinya thought and climbed into the seat. They set off at a slow pace, the only thing the wagon allowed. Beats walking, she thought, but not by much.
"Where are we going, master," Ilinya asked.
"I've made a discovery about this gem of a pendant you're wearing," Raxon said. "I think it might actually improve some of the effects."
Improve? Ilinya thought. I'm already a slave to this stupid little jewel and can't fuck enough to satisfy the fire in my pussy. What else would it do to "improve" the effect? She shook her head to clear her thoughts which were already drifting off to wonder where the next cock might come from and what it might look like and how it would pound her pussy or how it would... Oh stop it, she reined in her thoughts.
The road led out of Gildentor toward the west. This is where man and dwarf realms mingled with no clear borders. Though the dwarves, forever destined to be miners, generally kept to themselves, they did have unusual skills in metallurgy, gem cutting and other such things and weren't at opposed to magic and spells. They were a suspicious bunch however, and didn't easily trust anyone but their own kind.
The wagon rumbled along the uneven, rutted path that identified as a road. Raxon was studying some book, but even he couldn't for long keep his eyes off Iliinya jiggling and bouncing cleavage. Damn those tits were enticing. He'd have to get his cock between them again soon, but they had a road to travel. Maybe when they grabbed some lunch? He'd feed her some cum as dessert.
The pair bounced along in the rickety wagon, Raxon with his nose in the book (when he wasn't watching her tits jiggle) and Ilinya steering along the rutted road. Not that there was much to steer. The road was just two ruts with little variation.
They bounced and rattled along for about two hours, or maybe more, at least long enough to Ilyana to complain about her butt hurting. Raxon hardly seemed to notice, so engrossed he was with his reading.
They came onto a bridge over a small river. It wasn't terribly wide, but the water moved swiftly.. To Ilinya it hardly seemed worth noting and she let the horse move on. But just as the first hoof stepped onto the wooden planks, a might voice roared.
"Stop."
Ilinya involuntarily pulled the reins.
"Stop. Toll," the voice announced once more.
"What?" Ilinya turned to her master.
"Keep going," Raxon grumbled.
Ilinya was about the snap the reins to get the horse moving again when from her side she saw a troll appear out of nowhere. She wondered how something that large could possibly have been hiding. The troll was massive. HIs purple persona rose beside the wagon as if he'd sprung from the ground (which in fact he had). His head was large and round. His massive shoulders seemed to block the light. Though the wagon riders were higher than any man walking, the troll still towered over the two passengers.
Ilinya stopped the horse, pulling the reins back.
"Keep going," Raxon mumbled, still unaware of the troll's presence.
"Master, uh, master?" Ilinya stammered.
"What, slut?" Raxon finally looked at his whore and took note of her wide eyes.
For her part, Ilinya just pointed.
Raxon turned. "Oh."
"Toll," the troll said once more.
"Toll. Yes, toll." Raxon repeated, staring up at the large, deep purple, head.
"Yeah, you heard. Toll," the troll repeated.
