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“I can no’ believe I have ta be da photos wit’ dat she-elf! What did ya get me into Cary?

“Calm down Vol, It is only for a few hours and then we can go home.” He voice wavered in the presence of the angry troll.

“Yeah, whatevah. Don’ be askin me ta do dis again. I am retirin’.”

“But-”

“No buts. I am tired. I stuck it out wit’ cha for years. But I can’na do it anymore. I be too tired ta be doin’ dis shit Caryn. I love ya like mah sistah but it’s gotta stop.” Tears swam in the elf’s emerald eyes. He sighed and turned away, tugging the leather clasp from his long red plait. He unraveled the tresses that were shot through with silver.

“Oh, very well Vol. Come, sit here and I will brush your hair.” He procured a brush for her and sat on the floor between her thighs on the floor. The Blood Elf gently ran her fingers through his mane of thick hair. She giggled, “You are getting old, you have grey hair.”

“I not be dat old girl. I am jus’ middle aged.”

She pondered this for a moment. “What is a troll’s lifespan?”

“About a hundred an’ fifteh years.”

“So how old is your father?”

He did not respond for a moment. “Almos’ a 117 I think.”

“I suppose that makes sense, He participated in the wars fifty years ago. You were just seven when the wars finally came to an end, right?” He nodded as she tugged the comb through his hair. Setting the comb aside, she massaged his scalp with her fingertips.

Groaning he tilted his head back to rest over her crossed calves. She scrubbed her fingers down the sides of his temples and cheeks, to the column of his throat then back up his long ears. Caryn tugged on the heavy golden hoops threaded through his ear lobes.

Caryn leaned forward and gently pressed her lips to his forehead. His deep red eyes snapped open. The elf traced the architect’s jaw. Her breath hitched at the intense gaze he gave her. He murmured something but she could not hear it.

She traced along his long thick tusks, watching his chest rise and fall in deep breaths. Her right forefinger traced his smooth lips, the other stroked his neck. His lips parted ever so slightly in a gentle sigh. His intense red eyes met her own; something thick and fiery stirring behind them. Her own breath was stolen from her like a thief in the night.

He slowly sat up, a pensive look on his face. Frustration drove him further from the elf, his long tresses brushing against her calves. The troll stood and marched into the kitchen without a sound. She heard him open the bar and pour a glass of whiskey. She followed the troubled troll into the kitchen. He faced away from her toward the sink. In one hand a glass of whiskey, the other held the bottle.

The muscles of his back were taut beneath the snug black tee shirt. Most of the red hair was draped over his shoulder as he stared down at the glass in his hand. Cautiously she moved forward and placed a small warm hand on the tense muscles of his back. Vol’jin drained most of the glass and pulled a face. He turned and glared at her.

“What was ya thinkin?” He snapped at her.

“I-I don’t know. Vol, I want to feel you again. Like the old days. Hyan told-”

“He’s mah best friend an’ I can’na do dat to him.” She moved closer. When he did not move away she put a palm on his belly. Most trolls still stood hunched over like their ancestors, just as Vol’jin did. When he would straighten her head would only reach his diaphragm. He knew that he should not want her. She was married. Her husband was one of his best friends. His mind recalled the passion that he and the blood elf had oce shared. Fire stirred in his belly.

The elf looked up into the brooding eyes of the troll. Her palm slid up the taut muscles of his belly and chest. Her small head slipped easily between the wide spread of his tusks. Her small fingers closed around the curve in his tusks tugging him forward. He did not resist.

Caryn tipped back her head and stood on her toes to reach the troll’s lips. She could feel the puff of his breath when she brushed her lips against his. His pulse jumped wildly from the cradle of tendons, ligaments and muscles in his neck. A thrill chased her up her spine when he dropped the cup and bottle and gripped her tightly. He pulled her lithe body into his and lifted her onto the counter. He pressed his jeans clad hips between her bare thighs.

The elf wrapped her legs around his waist and sought the hard ridge of heat beneath the fly of his jeans. She felt the growl as it left his lips. She ground into him, eliciting a second growl from him and swallowed it. Her tongue pushed past his teat to tangle with his. His palms slid up her bare thighs beneath the silk night dress, pushing it up as he went. He deepened the possession of her mouth when he found no trace of undergarments. He thrust against her as her tongue worked over his.

She could feel his hear hammering against his chest. She moaned when the coarse fabric of his jeans rubbed against the sensitive feminine skin. She feverishly worked the black shirt up his chest and over his head. He gripped her hips as she worked his belt buckle free. She could not manage to free the strained button and fly and succumbed to reaching into the waistband to seize the engorged manhood.

He felt like forge heated steel draped in a sheath of silk. His sex throbbed in her petite hand. The elf’s small fingers could not close entirely around the girth. Suddenly she felt him tense and removed her hand from his jeans. He backed away with a scowl.

“I can’na do dis Cary… It’s not right.”

“It is okay Vol, Hyan told me to do this! You know our marriage is an open one. He wanted me to give you something to relax. You have to do something, you are too tense.”

“Caryn! It don’ mattah. I won’t do dat. I’m sorreh Cary, but I can’t.” He turned from her and retreated into his room.

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I had time so I typed up chapter three. I cant promise when the next will be posted, but it won’t be too long. Thanks for reading!