Prologue
In the depths of one of Skyrim's many dungeons, an Altmer mage was gathering his possessions in a great hurry. Several months ago he never imagined that he would be forced to run for his life from a bunch of armed thugs. Damn these Companions and their monster-chasing crusade!
However, the armed brutes that were rampaging in the upper levels of the delve and slaughtering his test subjects were not his main concern. Months ago a woman approached him and offered to work for her, promising both gold and magic insights unheard of before.
Now, as the warriors above were destroying all his work he had no illusions what the Mistress (as she introduced herself) would think of his excuses. He wasted a pile of gold and test subjects without any tangible results, and she was not of the forgiving type, that is for sure.
But he definitely was onto something! The last batch of trolls showed excellent reactions to the lifeforce-transferring enchantments. This research was too important to let it in the hands of this glowing tattooed bitch. He will raise more money and finish this work. The perspectives of this magicka source were astonishing!
The research logs and what remained of the gold were now in his bag. He will travel to Hammerfell and from there to Summerset. There are plenty of patrons of the magic arts in the high elf land.
While slipping into a secret passage he looked last time at the cave that was his home for the last months. Hopefully, the Companions will thrash this place to bits and Mistress will think him dead. A shame that no way any of the promising subjects can survive their assault.
The village of Dragon Bridge, a day later
A young woman is walking a forest trail, humming to herself. Her name is Lana and now is the time for her regular tour in the nearby forest. She enjoyed being away from all the housework and village folk, just alone with nature. It was no coincidence that she usually ventured on her walk during her fiancé's lunch break. He would find hot food on the table, the only thing he needed from her. Well, not actually the only one, she remembered with a grimace. But his other wishes were improper and would have to wait until they are married.
She never went too far from the village, afraid of wolves and other dangers. Lana followed a familiar trail, sometimes wandering away to gather berries or see what flowers this spring brought. Gardening flowers was her passion, and her house -- not, her fiancé's house -- was now looking much livelier both inside and outside, with all the beauty she managed to find and carefully re-plant.
The trail ended on the bank of the nearby creek, one of the inflows on the mighty Karth river. By the time she reached it, she had already gathered a basket full of early raspberries. That was where the scent wafted to her. Sweet and musky, but not exactly either of them. Lana walked to the edge of the bank to see a bunch of pinkish flowers on the other side of the creek.
"Is this a weird breed of dragonthorn? I haven't smelled anything like it in my life, that is for sure."
She tentatively stood on the edge of the bank for a minute, smelling more and more of the aroma, trying to determine what it actually felt like.
"Okay, I am not THAT far away from the village. The other side is not dangerous; I should go for it and see what these flowers are."
She left the basket and her boots on the ground and pulled her dress above her knees to cross the creek. After a couple of yikes caused by the cold water, she was standing right next to the mysterious flowers.
Lana took a deep breath and realized that they smelled exactly like dragonthorn. In fact, they look a lot like it too, although pinker than normal.
"Wait, if it is not the flowers then what..." Lana's thoughts were disrupted as an almost palpable wave of the scent washed over her. Suddenly nauseous she awkwardly stumbled backward, falling on her ample ass. As she tried to regain her wits, a loud thumping noise, as well as the crackling of branches, announced that she was not alone.
On the other side of the glade, a large body broke from the forest. The creature looked like a human, although a deformed one. Short legs and unproportionally long arms, as well as a three-eyed snout, clearly indicated a troll. As soon as the eyes locked on the woman, the creature started to limp toward her.
Lana's heart missed a few beats. She tried to jump from the ground, but her long skirt made it into an awkward half-roll. Having dealt with the skirt, Lana finally straightened and tried to dart away. However, the scent, which became almost suffocating, made her head spin. Lana rushed headlong into the dragonthorn shrub and fell again.
"No, no, no.... Help!" Lana cried weekly, already knowing that the chance of someone hearing her that far from the village was low. She almost managed to disentangle from the shrubbery when a strong grip snatched her from behind.
The creature lifted Lana, holding both of her arms in one massive paw. As she was hanging in front of the troll, Lana had the first good opportunity to look at her captor.
And it was not a charming sight. Hideous bloodied muzzle looked at her and exhaled, coating Lana in the concentrated scent. This close it was so sweet that it was bordering on sour. Speaking of blood, one of the creature's eyes was out and a long and bloody gash stretched from the empty socket across the skull. As Lana dropped her sight from the ugly picture, she noticed that the whole troll is covered in fresh wounds. An arrow was also sticking from its back.
Lana's head became more than a bit dizzy as she started to pray to all gods. If this was her final moment, she will not embarrass her ancestors, at least. The beast meanwhile poked its muzzle in her midsection, and then lifted the woman higher.
Lana's hands started to become numb when the troll cupped her lower half in its other arm. She felt its head poking in her lower abdomen this time.
"Is it trying to decide which the tastiest part to eat first is?" she was confused, and not only from the all-permeating scent. The troll's attitude didn't seem aggressive.
"Eeek!" she screamed when the beast tore her skirt and underwear in one swing.
"I didn't even notice when he grabbed my clothes! What in the Oblivion is he doing?" her thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of something rough but slimy on her inner thigh. And again, on another one. And again, closer to her...
Looking down, she found the troll's wide tongue licking all over her lower parts.
"Wait, don't lick this place," Lana whimpered and immediately gasped out loud when the creature's tongue hit her womanhood for the first time. But not the last! As if getting a command, the troll adjusted his grasp on her bare ass and rammed his head between her legs, lapping at her vagina with its long and warm tongue.
"Stooop, not there," she cried from the surprise. Lana tried to wiggle her hips to little avail. Actually, it only helped the troll's tongue to attack her pussy from a new angle. Now reasonably assured that the monster did not mean to kill her, Lana realized that her body is heating, in the same way as in a hot bath. Moments ago she thought about trying to push the troll away with her legs, but now she reconsidered this plan because it could anger the creature. Yes, she rationalized; she should stay still to not anger him, definitely not because of the tingling sensation from her crotch, as well as waves of heat washing all over her body. Even the smell became kind of nice.
Suddenly, she felt the creature's inhumanly long tongue slipping deeper inside her. After a small pang of discomfort, it filled her inner tunnel completely. Having reached the entrance to her womb, he started to wiggle the warm and slime appendage inside her. Lana half-cried-half-moaned, and the troll, as if answering, doubled its ministrations. He focused on a particular point inside her pussy, the one that sent some weird sensations to her tummy and forced her to gasp several times. Lana felt her legs twitching uncontrollably, just moments before a wave of pleasure originated in this deep point in her belly overtook her.
Climaxing for the first time in her life Lana cried but did not hear herself. The pleasure was way more intense than anything she ever experienced. Her sense of time vanished while she was in bliss.
When she returned back to her senses after the euphoric trance, Lana discovered that the troll lowered her to the ground. Her eyes were now on the level with its throbbing, erect shaft. Like hypnotized, Lana cannot take her eyes away from the enormous pillar of meat, thicker than her arm, with an even wider crown of black flesh with some purple ooze on the tip. She struggled not to throw up when this thing swayed as the troll took a step toward her. Considering his previous actions and how erect he was it did not take long for Lana to infer what he is up to.
She crawled backward, away from the monster. Troll reached to grab her... and stopped as if struck by thunder, looking at his clawed paw. A silent scene lasted a couple of seconds and what happened next forced Lana to reconsider if she is still sane.
The troll's paw, the one that he tried to grab the woman with, suddenly detached itself from the body and fell off. Upon hitting the ground, the arm crumbled into purple dust. Troll watched dumbfounded at the stump where his arm used to be, but instead of blood, the same purple-ish dust was flowing out of it. The beast tried to roar, but the sound ended abruptly and he just stood there with its maw wide open.
Lana, by no means an expert at troll facial expressions, could swear that the beast was bulging its three eyes in surprise.
"What is going on with him?" Lana received the answer immediately, as his whole body shook... and exploded into dust.
The purple stuff was all over her hair, skin, and dress. Lana sneezed fiercely several times and decided it is just easier to breathe with her mouth, which resulted in her mouth being full of the dust too. She sprang from the ground and ran away from the meadow, back to the creek.
Freshwater helped her to wash the dust away from her face and arms. She tried to clear as much of it as possible from her skirt, fairly successfully.
Lana silently stood up and composed herself. She cast a glance back at the beast's remains. All that was left was an ivory-white skeleton and a pool of pink dust around it. A gentle wind created a small whirlpool of the dust, spreading it all over the clearing.
"I better get out before the wind throws this crap all over me again." Stepping as silently as possible just in case, she crossed the creek and found her boots and the basket exactly where she left it. It was there that the tears finally burst.
