A Winter's Bath

Adonai rode along on his raptor. He needed to make camp. Winterspring was just too cold for his cold-blooded mount. He dismounted at a cave and led her in. He tied her up in the back and set off to find some wood for a fire to warm his mount.
Adonai was reaching middle age for a troll. He was greatly respected, and honored within the Hord. He’d killed a great many Alliance and was looking forward to killing more. The Alliance had killed his wife and only child when he was still rather young. Since then his life has been devoted to vengeance.
He was picking up some wood when he heard soft sobbing. He peaked through some near by shrubs and saw a lovely young troll, naked as the day she was born, tied up and horridly abused. Beside her was a naked elf sleeping soundly, and by a fire sat an older elf cooking something. She was sobbing softly, looking so lost and hopeless.
His heart went out for the young girl. So young and in the hands of perverted elves. Spirits only knew what they had done to her. He had to rescue her. If he could take out the cook, the naked one would be no trouble. But he had to be fast.
Adonai invoked the stealth only a master rouge could use and snuck in close. Before Garril even looked up, Adonai slit his throat. Urendel sat up and quickly got a dagger between the eyes. Marri screamed, terrified and confused. Adonai ran over to her. “It’s okay, mon. I be here ta save you.” He said untying her.
“Who…who…?” Marri asked hoarsely.
“Me name be Adonai.” He said. “Don’t choo be worrying. Dey be dead. Dey can’t hurt choo no more.” He helped her sit up. She winced and whimpered softly. “Take it easy, sista. You be hurt. What be ya name?”
“M-Marri.” She said softly.
“Dat be a lovely name, Marri.” He said and gently picked her up. He carried her back to the cave and set her gently against his mount. “Stay here. I be going ta get wood. We be needin’ a fire den I treat da wounds dey inflict on you.” He grabbed his sleeping roll from his pack and covered her. “Try ta stay warm.” He said.
Marri nodded softly and Adonai left to get the wood he originally set off for. Marri curled up in a ball and tried to keep warm under the bedding.
Adonai returned shortly after and made a fire. He retrieved his bag and started digging around. He pulled out some herbs and set them beside Marri. He then got a cloth and some water. He set the water near the fire to warm. Once it was warm he brought it over to Marri. He dipped the cloth in the water and started washing off the blood and dirt. She whimpered and shrank away from him.
“It be alright, Marri. Ya need not fear me.” He said, though he understood. Getting a chance to look her over well, it was obvious she had been raped repeatedly. He was shocked she was even tolerating his presence. He worked slowly, trying hard not to make any sudden movements and always keeping both hands in her view. When he'd finished washing her he picked up the herbs. He crushed them into a soft paste. He started by applying them to the bite marks and bruises. When he had finished he looked at her apologetically. “Marri, be it hurtin’... uh... inside?” He asked, unsure how to phrase it gently.
“Yes.” She admitted softly.
“Marri... I be needin’ ta put herbs where you be hurt.” He said gently. He hesitated. “Please, spread ya legs.”
Marri shrank away again. Adonai lowered his head. “It be da only way. Please.” He said. “I swear, I’ll try ta be gentle.”
Marri looked away from him but spread her legs, her cheeks burning red in embarrassment, fear, and shame. She was shaking in fear and tears started to form on her tightly shut eyes. Adonai hesitated, afraid to cause her further mental scarring. His heart ached for his young sister. So young, with her whole life to look forward to, only to have those nasty elves destroy everything. He wondered silently for a moment, if she would have been better off if the elves had killed her. He pushed the thought away quickly. He slowly, gently, slid his herb-covered finger into her battered pussy. He tried desperately not to think about this in a sexual manor, but he couldn’t help it. Here he was with a beautiful naked young girl, barely a woman, and he had his finger up her tight pussy, rubbing along the inner walls, attempting to get as deep as he could without hurting her, trying to touch every little bit. His cock hardened. The more he worked at it, the harder he got. He shifted in a desperate attempt to hide it from her, but it throbbed with desire and stood at full attention, making it near impossible for him to hide.
Finally he removed his finger. “Did I get it all?” He asked.
Marri hesitated but shook her head. Adonai looked closer and saw they had raped her ass as well. He nodded and re-coated his finger with herbs. He moved even more slowly this time. His fingers were rather thick, and her ass had already been split. Very gently he worked his finger in and started working the herbs around. He couldn’t hide that he was breathing slightly heavier, despite his best efforts. He wanted her so badly. He could tell Marri had noticed, but he couldn’t read a reaction from her.
He finished and removed his finger. “Was dat it?” He half panted out.
She nodded softly.
“Good. Den I go catch us somet’ing to eat.” He said and got up, turning quickly. He headed out of the cave and almost as soon as he was out of her view, he whipped out his cock. The cold didn’t phase him at all. He started stroking himself hard. He closed his eyes and visualized Marri, though uninjured and smiling. He stroked himself harder. Her perfect curves. He stroked faster. Her ample breasts. Precum started dribbling down his cock. He visualized her laying on his bedroll, legs spread expectantly. He moaned hungrily. He visualized slowly sliding into her. His heavy panting was visible in the chill air. He imagined her moaning with desire as he fucked her. He leaned hard against a rock outside the cave, grunting with every stroke. In his imagination she came with a cry of ecstasy. He echoed the imaginary cry with his own real cry, his cock throbbing in pleasure and his cum splattering into the snow.
He stood there panting and stroking himself until the pure ecstasy had passed. He put away his cock and stood there until his legs were ready to support him and then headed off to find them food.