The rescue

I closed the book I’d been reading. It’s had been five years since I had left Allanni. I still remember him, but strange how memories fade. I can’t remember what he looked like anymore. I can’t remember his voice. Just his warmth, kindness, and the feel of his lips as we kissed.. I sigh and stand. My boat had just arrived. Ratchet is busy that and I was jostled by a Tauren as I climbed into the boat.
I sat upon the stairs and watched the other passengers. There was a bluish blur as a Troll ran past everyone and started climbing the mast and sails. His light hearted laughter reached my ears as he bounced around like a monkey for the sake of bouncing around.
I ignored him, but did notice he seemed to have a group of friends happily watching his acrobatics. He also had a group of Alliance forces watching with disgust.
“Look at that stupid Troll. Acting like some sort of animal.” Said a Human man.
“It’s a troll... it is an animal.” Said an elven woman.
I was disgusted with the comments. How could they say such things? Trolls were people too. Just because they were our ancient enemies doesn’t make them animals. Some of them were actually very nice. And saying such things when the Troll wouldn’t even understand them was worse. I was about to speak, but the Troll spoke first.
“I be watchin’ me mout’ if I be choo.” He said, climbing down enough they could hear and see him well. “I speak co’mon well enough.”
“Well, someone taught the animal to talk.” Said the elf. “How cute.”
“Well ya be sorta right. Trolls be animals in bed. I’d show ya, but I don’ sleep wit’ ‘ores.” The troll retorted, precariously perching himself, half hanging off a beam half leaning on the mast.
“Come down here and say that to my face, Troll!” She retorted.
“Nah, I like de view from up ‘ere bettah.” He said motioning to her shirt, which with its cut left little to the imagination from his angle. “Fah a ‘ore, ya got ya a nice rack! T’ank ya fah showin’ it off.”
“Why you...!” She growled, covering her chest.
He laughed. His laughter was cut off by the human drawing his bow. The Troll’s companions drew their weapons to defend him but the arrow flew, slicing through the rope the troll was using to balance himself. He gave a slight yelp as he plummeted past them, missing the deck of the boat and making a b-line to the sea.
One of his companions, a Tauren, grabbed his leg and was nearly pulled off the boat herself but just barely stayed on. The way she had him, she couldn’t get the leverage to pull him back up. And the way he was dangling, his head and shoulders were underwater, and he couldn’t get them above the water, no matter how he twisted. He struggled attempting to get her to let him go, he was better off if he was fully in the water. She struggled to keep a hold of him, fearing he was simply panicking. Another of the Troll’s companions, a blood elf, was laughing too hard to be of any assistance. The first time in a long time he’d found anything the Alliance did funny. A large Orc from the Troll’s group meandered slowly over, grabbed the Troll’s foot and lifted him with ease back onto the boat, then dropped him.
The Troll coughed and choked, trying to get the seawater from his lungs. His cheeks were red and it barely showed below the fur. He was humiliated. Damned Human.
This is when I finally got a good look at him. Soft, rather feminine features. Short tusks, only 6 inches in length. Short blonde hair with a persistent curl that wrapped around his ear even while wet. Beautiful green eyes. Lithe body with short blue fur. He certainly wasn’t hard on the eyes.
He shook the water from his fur and hair. The blood elf was on his knees, barely able to breathe from laughing so hard. The Troll gave him a mildly annoyed look before shoving the red haired Elf off the boat, into the sea. The rest of the Trolls companions laughed now. The Tauren tossed him a floatation ring so they could haul him back up.
I watched the Troll interestedly. My watching turned to a stare as he started to strip off his soaked armor. Mail armor hit the deck followed by his shirt, shoes and everything else he wore except his pants. I marveled at his muscles, the chiseled nature softened by his soft fur. Despite myself I felt s tinge of desire as I watched him. Dear Elune, I wanted to walk up and feel those muscles through that fur. He almost seemed to feel the stare and turned towards me. Our eyes met and his eyebrows rose. I turned away quickly with a blush. When I glanced back up, he wasn’t standing there. I looked around but didn’t see him. A shame. My eye candy had gone away.
“Lookin’ fah me?” The voice came from above me. I jumped and looked up. Hanging upside-down from the upper deck’s railing was the Troll. Water dripping from his drenched hair. “Ello.” He said with a toothy grin and curt wave.
“W-what do you want?” I asked, startled and a bit scared. Was he going to harass me? Was he going to attack me? He paused and just watched her a second, his smile fading just a hint.
“Eh? Me? Jus sayin’ ‘ello. Ya be lookin’ like ya wanna know where I be.” He said, shrugging. I realized he was hanging by his feet alone, yet still seemed to keep the same crouched posture. What an odd Troll. “So, ‘ere I be.”
“Why would I want to know where you are?” I asked.
“Donno, girly. When ya look up ya seem disappointed dat I not be dere.” He said. “Were ya ‘opin’ dat I be showin’ ya what a animal I can be?” He winked at me her flirtatiously. I felt that I turned red at the insinuations and bold manner. How could he even think that? I wanted to fondle him not sleep with him. That’s different right? He laughed. “Ya blush say it all. Dirty girly.” He waggled his finger at me in a chastising manner.
The human with the bow walked over. “Didn’t learn your lessen did you Troll?” He growled.
“Wha’ lesson?” The Troll asked.
“To keep your mouth shut.” The human snarled.
“No.” The Troll said with a smile.
“He’s not bothering me.” I said. Damn human, don’t take away the handsome Troll. I want to talk to him longer.
“Really?” The human said incredulously.
“Realleh?” The Troll questioned as well. “Hm... need ta try ‘ardah” He chuckled.
“Stupid Troll. I’ll show you to mess with the Alliance.” He drew his sword. The Troll didn’t make a move for his weapon.
I stood, blocking the human’s way with a stern look on my face. I hope... “I don’t need you to fight my battles for me.” I growled. “I’m capable of taking care of myself, thank you. Mind your own business.”
“Ooo, I like a girly wit’ a sharp tongue.” Said the Troll.
“Get out of my way, girl. This no longer concerns you.” The human said.
“The hell it doesn’t concern me.” I said.
“He’s insulting the Alliance.” He said.
“No! He’s just messing around.” I said. “Leave him alone.”
“Stupid woman!” The human said and raised his hand to strike me. In a flash, the man was slammed against the wall, one of the Troll’s hands holding the hand that was about to strike me, the other pressing on the man’s throat. The Troll’s eyes flashed dangerously.
“I don’ take kindleh ta dose ‘o t’ink de ‘ave ta ‘it women ta feel like a man.” He growled. “Ya lay a fingah on de girl, an I eat ya ‘eart while it still beat.”
“Filthy animal!” The man managed. The Troll’s eyes narrowed and he began to squeeze The man squirmed in the attempt to get free.
“’uman... ya be tryin’ me patience.” The troll said. “Give me a good reason not ta crush dat windpipe of ya’s.”
“Because I’m asking you not to. Please.” I said in a trembling voice. The Troll looked at me and released the man.
“Okie-dokie, girly. Dat be a good enough reason.” He said with a smile as if he’d nothing had happened. The human drew his sword. The Troll raised an eyebrow. “Ya want ta fight me, mon?”
“I’m going to destroy you.” The human said.
With a wave of his hand, the Troll summoned a totem. I marveled at it, able to feel its power effecting m too. It seemed as if gravity had been turned up. All of my movements seemed to happen in slow motion. The Troll waved his hand again and burst of snow flashed around the human. I could feel the cold from it and it chilled me to the bone. The human was having even more trouble moving. He was shaking and shivering. The Troll began to chant softly, lightning crackled around his hands.
“P-please, n-n-no.” Shivered out the human. The Troll stopped, the electricity dissipating.
“Don pick a fight ya can’t win.” The Troll said. “Leave de girl alone.” The human ran off.
“Thank you.” I said.
“Ya not don’ be needin’ ta t’ank me.” The Troll said.
“Yes I do. You protected me. How can I repay you?” I asked. The Troll made comical expressions as he thought about what she could do. Then he smiled.
“’ow ‘bout a kiss?” He said. I blushed and was hesitant. I’ve only ever kissed Allanni. “It don’ even ‘ave ta be on de lips if ya don’ want.” He tapped his cheek with his finger. “One right dere.” I chuckled softly. What a sweet troll. He reminded me of Allanni.
“Okay.” I said. He waited with his head turned for the kiss on the cheek. I leaned close to him, took one tusk in my hand and turned his head. He looked at me with surprise. His tusks brushed my cheeks, bringing flashes of memories back. Allanni’s tusks had felt the same. Our lips met. Soft and warm, just like Allanni’s had been. I felt his arms snake around me and pull me closer. My body came flush to his. My hands rested on his muscular, furry chest. Desire coursed through me again and I let my hands drop some to his stomach. I felt his abs ripple at my touch. My heart pounded a mile a minute. I wanted him to touch me, but his hands remained on my back. My hands reached his pants and I undid them, moving my hand inside. I needed to touch him.
He jumped back with a startled gasp. “Whacha doin?” He asked me.
“Sorry. I guess I got kinda into it.” I replied looking away. “With the way you’d been talking I thought you’d enjoy it too.”
He placed his hand on my shoulder and it moved slowly down my arm and took my hand. He brought it to his lips and kissed my hand sweetly. “It not be dat I don’ enjoy it. I enjoy it very much.” He said. “But people would see.” I looked at him and could make out the red behind the fur. He looked shy. It was so unlike how he had been before. “Dey would stare. I don’ like when people stare at me.”
“Why? You seem to like attention.” I asked.
He sighed softly. “Not really.” He said. “I jus like when people focus on somet’in’ odah den me looks. I’d like it bettah if dey jus didn’ look at me at all.”
“What’s wrong with your looks.” I asked.
“I don’ wanna talk about it out ‘ere.” He said.
“Then lets go inside.” I said. We went below deck and found a quiet place for the two of us to talk alone. “Now spill.”
“I look like a girl.” He admitted as he shyly looked down, the red getting deeper.
“I don’t think you do.” I said honestly.
“Den ya not know much about Trolls.” He said. “Me own people mistake me for a girl. Let alone dose ‘o t’ink all Trolls look alike. Me face be girly and me tusks be small.”
“Okay, so you have delicate features. That doesn’t make you girly.” I said. “You have many very manly features.”
“Eh? Like what?” He asked.
“You’re body is most definitely male.” I said. How could I tell him them all without revealing that I’ve been ogling him all this time.
He laughed. “I guess so wit de way ya was feelin’ me up.” He said. It was my turn to turn red. I can’t believe what I had been about to do. In public no less. I was so glad he stopped me. Not that I minded the thought of something sexual happening between us but... Not in public.
“You have a deep manly voice. A manly personality.” I was pulling for straws because I didn’t have much. My mind only seemed to want to acknowledge his body.
“Ya don’ be knowing me personality.” He said.
“I don’t need to know anything more than I do.” I said. “You don’t back down from a challenge, you laugh easily, and you protected me like a gentleman.”
“Dere not be much about me dat be gentle.” He said with a smirk.
“That certainly isn’t true.” I said. “Like it or not, you’re gentle. He speak gently to me. You’re touch has been gentle. And the kiss was gentle.”
“Don’ spread dat. I got a reputation of bein’ a bully to maintain.” He said. I giggled and he smiled softly at me. I’d made up my mind.. This Troll made me feel the same way Allanni did. I was going to make a move.
“And your smile is gentle.” I said, placing my hand on his cheek. He closed his eyes and leaned into my touch. I leaned close to him and whispered to him. “I don’t want my first time to be with an animal. So will you be gentle with me?” His eyes opened and looked at me surprised.
“Ya mean ya actually wanna?” He said. I gave him my best “come hither” look and nodded. He reached for me and pulled me against him. He kissed me sweetly.
With a bit of help from me, he removed my armor and laid me back. He sat up and looked me over. I could see the desire in his eyes as I lay bare before him. He removed his pants and tossed them aside. I looked at him. He was quite large. I started to get a bit nervous. I wondered if it was going to hurt. It must have shown in my eyes.
“We can stop if ya want ta.” He said softly. “I don’ mind. ‘onest.”
“If I want to stop, I’ll tell you.” I said as I sat up. I wanted to feel him. I wrapped my hand around his hard shaft and stroked it softly. It pulsed in time with his heartbeat. A soft moan passed his lips. “Does it feel good?” I asked.
“Oh ya... ya it do,” He said, his breath coming more rapidly.
“Are you ready for me?” I asked.
“Ya. Ya be ready fa me?” He replied.
“Yes.” I said. He pulled me onto his lap, positioned himself at my entrance then paused. “What?” I asked.
“It gonna ‘urt at first. Maybe a lot.” He said. “Ya still wanna? I won’ be ‘urt if ya change ya mind.”
“Yes.” I said.
“Slow wit less pain ova longah time, or fast wit more pain but get it ova wit quickly?” He asked me.
I was moved that he cared so much, but I wanted him in me and I didn’t care about pain. I lowered myself onto him quickly, letting gravity do the work. Pain shot through me and I clung to him for dear life. He gasped and held me tighter. It felt like I had been torn in half. He stroked my hair and whispered soft loving words of comfort in my ear. The pain started to subside and I started to relax
“Ya okay?” He asked almost timidly. “Do ya wanna stop?
I replied by moving a bit. It hurt, but it also felt good. Good enough I moved more, getting a moan from him. I started to go faster and his hands came to my hips.
“Don’ rush it.” He said softly, guiding my hips in a nice slow rhythm. “Take it nice and slow. I wan ‘ did ta last.” I obeyed, going the speed he wanted. Every movement was heaven. He felt so wonderful inside me. I wondered if it was sex period that felt so wonderful, or if it was just who I was with that made it heaven.
He rolled me onto my back, thrusting slowly into me. The pain was nearly entirely gone now. I begged him to go faster but he didn’t. He continued his slow rhythm. He attempted to trail kisses along my skin but gave up when his tusks made the angle to awkward for him. Instead his hands did all the work. His hands were warm and soft, leaving trails of heat everywhere they had been.
Finally he started to speed up. Just a bit. But enough to send me to new heights of pleasure. Every nerve in my body was on fire as the rhythm continued. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him hard, forcing him deeper. He grunted with pleasure.
“Now, girly. Ya ask me ta be gentle.” He said with a soft smile. “Keep doin’ dat an de animal will come out ta play. Ya would love it, but ya not be able ta walk when I be done.”
“Tilla.” I said. “My name is Tilla.”
“It be a pretteh name.” He said and gave me a hard thrust causing me to gasp with pleasure. “Tilla.” When he said it, it sounded just like when Allanni said it. I moaned with ecstasy.
“Please. Say my name again.” I said.
He brought his lips to my ear, licked it softly and spoke in a husky, passionate voice. “Tilla.” He licked the sweet spot behind my ear and it sent a surge of pleasure through me. I gasped and pushed my hips against him. He chuckled softly and continued to assault my ear with kisses and licks while increasing his pace again.
He moaned my name again. My body glistened with sweat. His fur felt damp against me. I couldn’t take it anymore. I was so ready to explode that all I could do was cling to him and gasp with every thrust.
“Tilla!” He cried out and my insides suddenly felt so warm and wonderful. His member throbbed and pulsed inside me as he filled me with his cum. It felt so good as he rode out his orgasm. “Oh, Tilla.”
Pleasure coursed through my entire body. From the tip of my ears to my toes I was aflame with pleasure. I felt my muscles clamp on him, tight enough that it hurt again as he thrust. “Allanni!” I cried.
I felt him stiffen and he looked at me with surprise. I realized suddenly what I’d done. I’d called him by someone else’s name. I gasped in horror and practically jumped away from him, his seed spattering to the floor below me. He looked lost and confused as he stared up at me. I couldn’t even begin to imagine what he must have been thinking of me. I grabbed my clothes and threw them on.
“Tilla?” He said sounding just as lost as he looked.
“I’m sorry.” I said and dashed from the room. I ran to an empty room and shut the door. Tears streamed down my cheeks. I’m such a stupid bitch. I’d used him. I realized it then. He’d been a substitute for Allanni. And I never once stopped to think it might hurt him. I’m such a bitch. He’d been so kind to me. So sweet. So gentle... Yet all I was thinking about was Allanni. I didn’t even know his name. I hadn’t wanted to know. It would ruin the illusion if I knew. I’m such a bitch.