Lost love

Authors note: OMG I can't put PWP for this. There's actually a plot going on. *hides in fear*

Marri lay tied up and naked on the banks of the river in Stranglethorn Vale. Her fur was still sopping wet from her recent bath. Adonai secured the last of her bonds. She blinked up at him, confused as to why he snuck up on her, pulled her from the river and tied her up. He smiled down at her.
“Ya be me captive.” He said. “Ya best be beggin’ me for mercy.”
“Adonai..?” She said in confusion. Since when did he need to capture her? She gladly gave him anything he wanted from her.
“Ya will be beggin’ soon enough.” He said and moved down to her feet. He lifted her bound feet and licked up the sole. She screeched and laughed, struggling to free her foot. Adonai laughed maliciously and nibbled softly at the arch of her foot as she squirmed and struggled.
“Stop!” Marri gasped through laughter and struggles.
“I said beg!” Adonai said continuing his tickle torture.
“Please! Adonai... it tickles!” She laughed. “Stop!”
“Dat be de point, me sweet Marri.” He said and sucked on her toe lightly before running his tusks along her foot.
Marri was laughing so hard she could barely breath. She couldn’t get enough breath to beg him. She’d never considered herself ticklish, but no one had ever gone after her feet before.
Adonai was loving every moment of it. Her laughter was like music to him. Her attempts at begging him to stop gave him a thrill of domination over her. Her struggling to get free aroused him.
“Ado... Adon... ai...” She gasped out. “Can’t... breat’!”
Adonai stopped long enough for her to catch her breath but then instantly went back to nipping, licking and tickling her foot. She had the cutest feet.
“Please, Adonai! Please stop!” She cried out through laughter.
Before she even knew what happened Adonai lay unconscious on the ground beside her. She gasped and looked up. A male troll stood over her, club sporting some of Adonai’s blood. He wasn’t much older than she was. His blue fur and dark blue hair marked him as a jungle troll. His face was painted and his tusks long for his age. He knelt and undid her bonds.
“Be choo alright, young sista?” He asked. “Did ‘e do anyt’ing to ya?”
“Why did ya attack ‘im?” she cried and as soon as she was free she was at Adonai’s side.
“’e was attacking choo, sista.” He said, confused. “Da Darkspear’s can’t be trusted. ‘e would ‘ave raped choo.”
“’e wasn’t attacking me!” She said, checking Adonai’s wound. It wasn’t bad. Just enough that it knocked him out. “’e wouldn’t ‘ave raped me neither.”
“But... choo was bound.” He said.
She looked at him with an amused smirk. Seeing Adonai was all right, her fear and anger cooled. “Ya be a virgin, eh?” She teased.
He turned bright red. “NO!” He screeched.
“Lies.” She said. “Ya be a virgin. Ya never used bondage. Ya should try it. It is fun.”
“Choo aren’t a Darkspear. Why be wit’ a Darkspear?” He growled.
“No, I not be a Darkspear. I be a Shatterspear.” She said. “But ‘e be de man I love.” She rested Adonai’s head on her lap. “’is tribe doesn’t matter to me.”
“But... ‘e...” The troll stammered looking confused and rejected by the girl he thought he was saving. “Ya be too pretty to be wit’ dat old geezer.” He grumbled.
Marri laughed at the jealous tone to his voice. “T’ank ya, but it be my choice.”
“I could rock choor world betta den dat ol’ man eva could.” The troll boy said. “Den choo be forgettin’ all about de damned Darkspears. Choo would see de superior tribe be de Skullsplitters.”
“Maybe someday I take ya up on dat offer. But not now.” Marri said and called over Adonai’s mount. She got Adonai onto the mount and climbed up herself. She wasn’t all that good at riding by herself, but if she went slow she should be alright. “Goodbye... um... What be ya name?”
“Dammil.” He said.
“Goodbye, Dammil.” She said and rode of slowly.
Dammil watched her go, then cursed. The Darkspear got away... He’d wanted to bring his head home to give to his mother as a present. Oh well... maybe he could find a Gnome for her instead. She made good soup from gnomes. He vanished back into the jungle.
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He he. Adonai has a foot fetish.