Trolls and tribulations

Omen enjoyed the meal that night, a treat provided by the troll he'd watched returning. A shaman she was and one of some ability, her most recent adventures had left her scarred and less than completely sure of herself Master Gadrin had said. And with other problems as the other troll, the priest, had related. He'd been slightly embarassed to speak of it all Omen decided, but he called her family and was looking for some way to help her. The two elder trolls had spoken for some time and their plan called for a little help from anothr. Someone like Omen perhaps. Someone unattached, young and energetic. He should be honored they had thought of him but something was making him hesitate. He asked to think upon the matter til morning.



As the feast wound down he watched as the shaman slipped from the group around the fire, headed once more towards the beach. Rising as well he followed her at a distance, wondering why she would leave the village, not having any idea of her excursions. He watched as she reached a small hidden cove far enough that no wandering villagers would find her and began to strip off what little she wore. His cock twitching at the sight of her curves, he moved a few inches at a time closer, wanting to see her better.



Tasha had felt the call of the water once more and as she reached the edge she lay down, thinking to let the tide lap at her, hoping that would aid her efforts to actually......what? She mentally paused, not really knowing what she was after but she knew it was more than what she'd had so far. As she laid herself out she parted her legs, lifting her knees a little and planting her feet to brace them. Her hands slipped slowly along her body, fingertips trailing down to between parted thighs and then gently pressing downwards. Brushing against a hardened nubbin of flesh she let out a moan, no need to stiffle it out here there was none to hear her, then another slightly louder as she dipped a finger within herself a bit. Teeth drawing her lower lip into her mouth a touch to provide a small counterpoint, she knew what kisses were, knew she liked them with a little edge, a nip a nibble. With one hand cupping a breast, the fingers of her other hand running circles between her clit and dipping into herself she was feeling a little more than a tingle of pleasure this time. The idle thought running thru her mind was that maybe this time she'd find something akin to release.



Omen, settled back a little distance and hidden by a tree, was watching and feeling more and more like he should do something. Leaving was one option. Agreeing to Master Gadrin's idea was another. His cock though was rapidly making the decision for him and his hand was agreeing with it as he tugged himself from his pants, stroking the thickening organ to full hardness. His eyes glued to the woman pleasuring herself at the waters edge, his fingers making long slow strokes along his cock, wanting to try and match her pace, hit that edge as she did. Moment by moment his will to do anything more than let go was ebbing away, the watching a hot little troll masturbate thing was far more than he'd anticipated happening tonight and with each moan she let out his control was slipping further from him. He picked up his pace, hips thrust forward and his breathing becoming ragged, all the while he watched her, wishing now she'd peak, so he could let go.



Tasha was close to tears of frustration. She didn't know what was holding her back only that something was. On the brink of something she wasn't sure of, she was feeling more pleasure than she'd ever felt, not that this was saying much but she wanted more. Needed more. Begged the spirits for something...anything. That was when the scent caught her, faint on the air it was a musky smell, one she couldn't identify. Her body though reacted as if it had been trained to and the next she knew she was exploding in release so strong as to almost knock her out. She moaned softly as the shudders slowly eased off eons later, before drifting into a light sleep.



Within the trees Omen was resting hard against the truck of the one he hid behind, the force of his orgasm had left him weaker than he cared to think on and he gave himself a moment to rest before silently making his way over to the sleeping troll on the beach.



Then he made his decision....