Legends of Belariath

Ubique et Hic

Too Deep

The bath water was warm and inviting as she slipped into the large glass tub. It had been a good idea to bring her conversation with the troll into the bathing rooms of the Lonely Inn, rather than remaining in the common room just now. There was enough tension there to fill buckets and feed people for breakfast. And the dislike for the Dark Elf race this morning was worse than usual, due to the frantic antics of the rebellious Sha-Ka last night.

The clear waters rose up around the dark elf’s blue skin, easing her tense muscles. She had slept in the woods last night, in the arms of her cat elf lover, in the protection of his secret glade. As soft as his body was, the ground was still hard and she ached this morning.

The troll across from her grunted, easing himself into the depths of the tub. His long arms stayed bent at the elbow as he entered feet first, his nails clicking on the bottom of the tub. Slowly he sat down, his tight bottom and slender hips sitting against the end of the tub, and his massive back spread out against the tub’s edge. The dark elf watched as long tufts of wild troll hair became drenched, the long lumpy muscled arms floating in the water now next to her companion.

He said nothing to her, but his dark eyes spoke volumes, peering out at her from beneath his heavy brow. He snorted with his long pointed nose, his large nostrils flaring with the gesture.

He could smell her, she knew. He could probably also smell the musky scent of her lover. And probably smell what she had for breakfast yesterday on her breath, regardless of the brandy she had begun imbibing upon entering the inn.

“Did you speak with our little ‘princess’ last night?” she asked him, grinning as she watched him watching her bobbing breasts floating in the water.

He grunted a ‘no’ sound, his bottom teeth riding up over his top lip and jutting out of his mouth. His dark eyes were very focused on her freely floating flesh, and she could feel his feet stirring the bottom of the tub. He was getting uncomfortable, watching her. And it make the Dark Elf woman smile, knowing she was the source of his discomfort.

Of all the people she had met in her long elven life, she trusted none the way she trusted this troll. He’d followed her from swamp to city and back again. He’d guarded her tower while she slept surrounded by a string of lovers, and he’d guarded her tent when she slept alone in the woods. He’d stood behind her, a looming and ominous figure, when she’d approached House after House to petition for coin for their wars. And he’d stood infront of her, a shield of meat and flesh, when her enemies sought to separate her from her head.

He was quiet. He was dangerous. And he was her greatest friend, closer than blood or kindred kind could ever be.

Of all the realms she had known, this troll knew her mind. He knew the way her thoughts could twist a bad situation into a profitable one. And he knew her darkest hungers and deepest hatreds – because he had indulged in them with her, side by side.

Now, laying in the waters of a giant tub situated on a bed of heated rocks, feeling his clawed feet dragging and clicking on the basin’s floor, she was remembering things she should probably forget just now.

Was she remembering the soft, palatable tongue of her cat lover? His black and gold fur, his tenderly placed claws?

No, she knew, watching the troll across from her twitching nervously.

She knew her friend as well as he knew her. And she knew his body was reacting to her proximity. To her smells. And to the tastes of her he must harbor in his memories as much as she.

She could not resist. She could not deny the taboo impulse that now begged her to give in. And so, all of her Dark Elf upbringing telling her that power was everything and that giving in to delicious desires was her right and her privilege, the dark elf warrior slid herself across the tub.

The troll did nothing much to react. His eyes were not surprised. And she knew he’d merely been waiting for her, biding his time since they had arrived at the inn. Waiting for her to do what she had just done and give in to the past.

Her dark arms went around his muscle-thick neck, encircling him tightly in her embrace. She put her lips to his mouth, kissing along the thin slit of his lips.

At last, he moved. One of his clawed hands went up her back, holding her by the back of her neck. The other ran over one of her thighs, dwarfing the muscular leg in his palm. And his tongue, pointed like a snake and just as flexible, came out of his thin mouth, lapping along her full lips and over her chin and cheeks.

The troll snorted, feeling her teasing naked groin pressing against his lower abdomen.

She wanted him to work for this, if he were going to have it, she thought to herself as she ground her puss against his belly.

“I shouldn’t be doing this,” she breathed against his face, her eyes bright and fiery.

“Another has me here, and he is kind, and good and faithful. I should not be doing this with you.”

The troll said nothing, his fingers snaking into her long white hair, stroking it as if her mane were a thing of beauty to treasure. Again she ground herself against his lumpy muscled belly, knowing he could feel the slime slickness of her desire against his skin despite the water.

“You shouldn’t make me want you like this,” she groaned, feeling her swollen puss lips spreading on his stomach.

Suddenly, she could feel his member, writhing serpentine-like, behind her ass, rising up from between his legs like a monster. It excited her. She did not know fear, not after all her eyes had seen. But she knew danger, and she knew risk. And this thing, meaty and hard behind her, was both.

The dark elf wriggled against the troll, his tongue moving over her neck. She could feel the erect nipples on her breasts flitting over the skin of his chest, teasing them to a greater level of hardness.

Now the troll’s long fingers were tangling in her hair, tugging, pulling her head back. The forced gesture thrust her breasts out to him, and she could feel him gnawing at her. Then his hand was behind her, gripping her round ass, diving beneath the flesh.

He clutched at her ass, his long fingers slipping lower until one was pressing against her folds, sliding into where she opened, to where her warmth was wet and slick.

“Ahh,” she moaned, her mouth open slightly.

The troll’s fingers tightened more, firmly gripping her by the head now. She tugged back, testing, and realized he wasn’t trying to hurt her.

He had just had enough of her teasing him.

His other hand was playing with her, stroking her. Then he slipped some of his long fingers backwards, scooping the thickness of his cock and slipping it between them. She rose up higher on his stomach, avoiding it. But he pushed her back down, his hand on her thigh.

He was too strong. And she didn’t truly want to fight him for something that would be her pleasure.

The bulbous mushroomed head of his cock was pressing against her now. And she remembered with a wince what it would feel like. He began to enter her, stretching her wider than she’d been spread in ever so long.

The last wars and battles had been hurried and rushed. There had been no sneaking into tents at night, no stolen episodes in the darks of a tavern or the hidden parts of a wagon. It had been decades since she had found herself in the troll’s grip.

And she was stuck there now. Weakly she pressed back against his chest. But there would be no leeway given. The troll gripped her around her ass, forcing her lower down on his cock. And she could feel herself stretching around him.

It was times like these when she was most grateful to Kirva for her heritage. Regardless of where she got her elven blood, be it good veins or bad, it provided her with a quickness of healing that was denied the pureblood human races. She was magickal, born and bred. And no one but a Dark Elf could appreciate the feeling of a thick, burning-like-a-brand troll cock forcing its way into up towards the womb.

The dark elf squirmed, digging her short nails into the troll’s chest. He only grunted and clamped down with his pointed yellow teeth on one of her breasts. He chewed on it, turning it over and over in his great wide maw, and she could feel his flattened back teeth as he twisted his head.

Deeper into her went his cock, snaking upwards like a thick tentacle. The troll began to rock his hips, and the head was pushed only further, deeper.

“Stop, you’ll go too far. You know I can’t – ungh!”

But it only spurred him to rock harder, faster.

She could feel his cock writhing and throbbing inside her, feel the head beginning to press at the spongy entry to her womb. He took his hand from her hip, knowing he had her effectively impaled on his cock. And he began to feel over her stomach, his tongue lathering her neck as his fingers pressed into her belly.

What was he doing, she thought for a moment.

And then it became obvious.

As he thrust into her, his cock bending and buckling within, he pressed his fingers into her stomach, as if he could feel his own touch against his member. He was trying to force himself that deep into her puss, that he would be able to feel the incredibly huge head pressing out from behind her abdominal walls.

She would have to stop him, soon, before he went too far.

The dark elf began to rock her own groin over the troll, trying to excite him, trying to satisfy him. Her own climax was coming, and she could feel herself squeezing around him tightly. She let that happen, encouraged her body to let go as she came, hoping it would excite him more. But he would not stop. His fingers tightened painfully in her hair, forcing her body to bend back. And as her breasts thrust towards the ceiling, he bent his body over her. His hand gripped her ass still tightly, forcing her lower against him.

At last, he was burying himself to the hilt, to the base of his meat. He clawed at her leg, his nails digging in. And he chewed on her skin, blood beginning to ooze out of the many bites he was inflicting.

“Stop! Don’t mark me! Ah, stop it!”

She beat against him now for all she was worth. Her fists smacked against his face, banging about his ears. He snarled and growled, but only forced himself deeper now.

A tearing began inside of her. And the Dark Elf knew that the head of the troll’s cock had breached her womb.

He was tearing her, ripping her, bursting her by sheer size and force. And he wasn’t stopping.

She screamed his name.

“Stop stop stop!”

But he did not. Out of control now, he almost stood up on the bottom of the tub, thrusting and thrusting into his captured and flailing prey’s tightness. He groaned, ready to cum.

Finally, he did, showering the insides of her sacredness with his seed, spewing over her walls. Still he continued to thrust. And still she clawed at him, aiming for his eyes, anything to make him stop.

The pain was immense, even as he finally began to cease his rhythm. Her body was tensed with the burning agony of it as he withdrew, trails of blood following his cock head.

Calm, she disciplined herself. Stay calm, be calm. Control the pain.

With all of her military training, the dark elf calmed herself, letting her body slink into the warm waters of the tub. But the darkness threatened to over come her, and she knew she had to get out of the basin before she ended up passing out and Dark Elfning.

Huffing next to her, the troll had a worried look on his face. As she clung to the edge of the tub, the Dark Elf realized his hands were touching her, his bottom lip pouting and his sharp blood stained teeth jutting out even more. She could see his hands on her. But she could not feel them.

Parts of her body were becoming numb.

“Out…get me out of the tub…”

The troll hefted her easily in his long fingered hands, dumping her onto the floor.

“Bench…” she moaned.

And he picked her up and laid her out on the wooden slatted bench.

“Get a fucking healer, you moron…”she managed to hiss.

The troll mumbled apologetically and left the bathing rooms.

Lying on the slats, she could feel her body weakening. But it would be all right. The inn harbored many a healer. And when the troll returned with a pale high elf maiden that the Dark Elf recognized, she smiled sleepily.

She needed her body healed, the bite marks gone, and the bruises erased. And whatever was broken inside her, she needed righted and fixed.

She could not go to her lover like this…

The elf worked her magick over the smaller Dark Elf, her hands glowing a warm and pure blue color.

“I can do one of two types of healing. One will require you take potions for the next few days, but will go easier on you. The other will be harder for you to endure, but you will be completely healed. Even those parts deepest inside you.”

The healer looked at the troll, glaring, then back at the Dark Elf.

“Do it,” the dark elf hissed, grabbing the girl’s wrist.

“I need to be healed now! At all costs! The troll will pay for this! Just make it better!”

And so it was she was healed. And the memories of the troll’s previous passions were replaced by his more recent domination of her body. How she had ever survived him before, she did not know. She only knew, looking at him with his angry, sullen face, she would likely do it again.

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