Providence

Providence
Part Two
Chapter Three

It was late the next day when Garoul stumbled into the inn, her entire body covered in snow, and her feet soggy from saturation. She had spent the afternoon in the shop selling her wares, and the morning preparing them. The time she had wasted the day before was catching up with her and she almost hoped she wouldn’t bump into Hanzar on her way upstairs just so she could finish the rest of her chores before she went to bed.

Her wish came true and she made it to her room without incident. She witnessed a woman dwarf and an orc arguing on the stairs but by the time she passed them, a goblin had come to manage the conflict. Most of those stranded seemed to spend their time sleeping or drinking, and she knew they were in for a rude surprise when the sun finally came out. All ready nearly everyone was grumpy and hung over.

She laughed when she thought of the night before. While the rest of the inn had a horrid cabin fever, she was having the time of her life. Her musings were interrupted by a knock on her door.

“Who is it?” she asked.

“The boy next door!” she heard Reich call from the other side. Garoul laughed.

“Come in, stupid!”

The door clicked open and the human glanced around, as if looking for her troll friend, and walked across to sit on her bed. “I heard you guys at it again,” he told her. The elf was sitting on the floor sewing some bracers. “Your voice is really quite musical when you get it up there.” He laughed when her mouth dropped open and she hurled one of her large bars of saddle soap at him. It sailed past his head with a whistle, falling to the bed.

“So? Tell me about it. Where is this going?”

Garoul clicked her tongue. “Going? There’s nothing to be going anywhere,” she told him with slight annoyance.

“Really? I saw tall, blue and handsome leaving this morning,” Reich replied thoughtfully. “I don’t usually spend the night somewhere unless I actually like the girl.”

The elf rolled her eyes. “Actually, we were working on something.”

“What, building up your sexual stamina?”

“No!” She hissed out a breath between her teeth and rubbed the leather harder to smooth it. “I’m teaching him Common.”

Reich raised one eyebrow. For what possible reason would she want to abandon her blessing of no communication? “Why would you do that?”

“So we can talk, you idiot,” Garoul growled at him like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“You must be crazy. If I could screw a girl and not have her talk, I would be the happiest man alive.”

“Unlike you,” she said, voice dripping with sarcasm, “I find communication to be educational.” She set down the bracer she was working on and pulled out her stencil. “He’s teaching me some Orcish, as well.”

There was a momentary silence before the warrior asked, genuinely confused, “Why would you want to know that language?”

Suddenly Garoul stood up, throwing her stencil to the floor and stomping one foot. “This is the problem!” she shouted, walking to him, and pointing one finger right at his face. Reich very much wondered if she would smite him with a bolt of thunder from her sinister-looking finger. “We think we’re too good to talk to them, too good to reason with them!” She let out a long breath and forced herself to relax. “I have nothing against killing them, but don’t you think it would be nice to have everyone understand one language when you’re sitting in the inn at Booty Bay, a goblin making announcements of boat delays? As a trader I’m finding a few words of Orcish to be incredibly useful to my business. Hell, if I could master the language, I would spend all my time doing this!” She sighed, then, and sat down on the bed beside her thunderstruck friend.

“Well,” he said at last, being careful with his words, “I guess that makes sense, but I still don’t understand why you would want to know anything that troll has to say.”

At this, the elf couldn’t help but wonder too. She remembered a conversation they had managed the night before.

“Rogue,” he had said, “how is?”

She blinked for a moment, then said, “Being a rogue?” He nodded. He had found the word out when she had shown off her shadow melding to him. “I like hiding in shadows.” Each sentence she managed she had to help him understand with gestures and drawings. “I like not being seen when I don’t want to be.” Sometimes she used Orcish words if they applied. “And warrior? How is it?”

“Big sword,” was his only reply. She had burst out laughing.

“He is a lot smarter than I expected,” Garoul said at last. “If only we could speak better, I would learn so much from him.”

Keeping his eyes on her, Reich lightly touched her cheek and asked, “Do you like him?”

At this the elf blinked. “Like? What do you mean by that?”

“You enjoy his company?”

At this, she laughed. “His company mostly consists of amazing sex,” she replied. She held up two fingers. “Two orgasms in one go!”

Reich groaned and with exasperation evident in his tone said, “I didn’t want to know that!” The topic seemed forgotten when they both giggled like children.

She was about to go back to her work when the warrior asked, “But really... What will you do when everything opens again? Even if it is just great sex, I usually ditch my girls after the first two days.”

Garoul shrugged her shoulders. “What will be will be. It’s not like anything more can come of it.”

Seeming satisfied with this answer, Reich was quiet. Seeing there was no more she had to say he got to his feet and went to the door. “You’re my friend, Gari. Take care of yourself, I don’t trust him.” With that, he left.

Just when she was finishing for the night and sleep was beginning to cloud her vision, Garoul heard another knock on the door. “Go away, Reich, I’m going to bed.”

She heard a familiar voice on the other side of the door ask in Orcish, “Elf?” With a speed she didn’t know she had, she pulled open the door to find Hanzar standing just outside. They both looked up and down the hall before she grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him inside, slamming the door behind him.

Before either of them knew what they were doing, Garoul found herself up against the wall, shirt still on, her legs wrapped like a vice around his waist. She held one of his tusks for support and fondled his nipple with her free hand. The troll couldn’t believe how tight she was, especially in this position; she absorbed him, compelled him; he couldn’t resist. He held her up with one arm and used the wall as a brace for the other. He had tried not to think of her that day, examining blueprints, but by evening images of her naked and writhing had bested him.

Her moans made Hanzar drive even harder. With each thrust her body arched, and another delicious whimper escaped her gorgeous lips. Soon he was struggling to keep himself from finishing as her groans turned into loud cries, and he was astounded to find himself grunting and growling with each movement. As quickly as it had begun he felt her body grasping him and squeezing, and before he could stop everything burst before his eyes. He pressed his face into her neck, having to hold her tightly to prevent her from falling. She clamped him and he heard her breathing heavily from her strong orgasm. The troll stood for some time, her legs still loosely pressed against his hips, his hand easily supporting her weight. Finally he pulled away and Garoul immediately grabbed his tusks, pulling him in for a rough kiss. Her breasts pressed against his chest and the burning sensations filling his body were incensed for the short moment.

He pulled her against him and removed them from the wall, carrying her to the bed where they lay in an attempt to regain lost breath. Hanzar couldn’t resist touching her then: he sat up, leaning over the night elf sprawled naked, and ran his hands down her sides. Her eyes glowed brightly even with the light of oil lamps on all over the room. He played with her breasts and smiled when she gasped; he put one hand between her legs and pressed one finger into her, delighting when she let out a cry of surprise; then he leaned down and kissed her, stifling her response to two fingers pumping her instead of one.

Working the already aroused elf he easily brought her to orgasm, merely enjoying the fact he could please her so easily. The small creature was like a favorite toy to him—light, responsive, and totally open. She responded to everything. When he looked down and saw the bright, angry red around his fingers, he suddenly stopped. Withdrawing them he suddenly grabbed her legs, and with a cry of shocked surprise she tried to push them back together. But the troll was stronger and he easily pulled them apart, closely examining her womanly gifts.

“Does it hurt?” he asked in Orcish. She stared at him with wide eyes. “Pain?” When he received no response, he made the sound of a hurt animal and a look of realization crossed her face.

Obstinately she replied, “No,” but looking closer, he could see tears in the fragile skin. He had imagined this for the first time with someone like himself, but not days afterwards. Then he remembered he had hardly given her time to heal.

“You should have said something,” he chastised her quietly. She merely looked away. With shock Hanzar realized he was concerned for her.

Garoul nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt something warm and wet on her. She looked down to see his eyes closed and the sensation that overwhelmed her was unlike anything she had experienced. His tongue played with her, rubbing and dodging this way and that—she gasped when he began moving into her, and she let out a mangled moan.

She wondered if she was hallucinating. He must have been trained in sexual prowess, she thought, to bring her to orgasm three times in a matter of minutes. When he stimulated her again the climax that gripped her was quick and sharp. The elf whimpered and tangled her hands in his coarse red hair. A minute passed between when Hanzar lowered her legs to the bed and her breath finally evened. After another moment, he realized she had fallen asleep. He blinked. That was unexpected.

Careful to not wake her he hefted her into his arms and moved up the bed, where he placed her beneath the blankets. Then he walked around the room, extinguishing each lamp before he climbed in beside her. His breath caught in his throat when she curled up to him, head pressed to his chest and ears sticking out over the blankets. She murmured incoherently and her hands came to rest comfortingly on his stomach. With a sigh the troll wrapped his arms around her and drifted off without a moment’s hesitation.