Trolls and tribulations

Tasha had slept badly since her ....incident within the walls of Zul'Farak. In her dreams the witchdoctor had traced the lines of ink with the blade, then proceeded to whisper in her ear the things he wanted to do to her. Things he would do if the spider god would allow him to. Things she had not known could even happen. Things that even thru the pain of the blade and the poison, had given her a shiver of something very different between her legs.

This night was little different to the last. Her dreams waking her with a start, she had camped not far from the sea edge in the Hinterlands, just out of hearing range of the troll village of Revantusk. She could have stayed at the inn there, would have been welcome even, several of the male trolls there she knew had given her appraising looks that spoke volumes but most times when she was in the small town she was in the company of a comrade of hers, a Forsaken mage named Scotour. He too had suffered badly at the hands of the sandfury trolls and then punished by their superiors within the army for his actions. He had barely left her side since.

As she woke she listened about her, only the sound of the water and a late night roaming turtle reached her ears. She sighed softly and tried rolling over and returning to sleep but the ache ...the emptiness within her had taken hold. She stripped off, running to the water and diving in, hoping the cool of the ocean currents would take the edge off as it had done other times, allowing her a little modesty at least. She swam for a short while then paused, casting a water breathing spell before diving deep, coming to rest in a small nook she knew. She lay back against the sandy bottom of the sea floor, parting her legs and allowing the current to strike her gently, rocking her hips up and back. The caress of the water excited her, like soft touches from....a lover? She mused a moment. A lover. To a troll that usually meant a mate and she had not given a mate any thought. But as the current increased, as she knew it would, did most nights at this time, she reached a hand down, lightly stroking herself between her parted thighs. In the back of her mind she was aware that all this led to something better, but she wasn't exactly sure what, and most times by the end of the short session she was worn out. Unsatisfied, frustrated and unsure why.

And unknowingly too...she was watched.

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Scotour had not told Tasha he had returned to the Hinterlands the previous day. He had set up a rudimentry camp far enough from hers that she would not hear him and he hoped not scent him either, but close enough that he would hear her if anything went wrong. Thru the evening he had shadowed her, keeping watch from a distance, protective as he had been since.....

He sighed as she slipped from the camp and moved towards the water. If she was doing what he thought she was doing, then he was going to be just as frustrated as she by the end. His death had not been a pleasant one and left him without....the usual method of pleasing a female like Tasha. Forsaken rarely took lovers, indeed most went their entire unlife denying such a thing as love existed but he knew better. He remembered loving before he had died. He recalled sex vividly, his enjoyment of pleasing his partner, his rapture at being pleased in return. And now his disappointment at knowing he could not be all that Tasha needed.

It didn't mean though that his heart, unbeating as it was, didn't threaten to break any time she smiled at someone else. He had told her that his emotions were slowly reawakening, not a lie, more misdirection. He had been experiencing emotion almost since he had met her, but it had intensified since Zul'Farrak. Watching her torture at the hands of the trolls made him want to kill every last one in her defence. Her death at his hands had made him want to embrace a more final version of death himself. And now her pleasuring herself, as she was doing, made him ache for the ability to join her, join with her.

He was jolted from that thought by a small noise, odd under the water he was sure she'd not heard it as she made no move to stop teasing herself. He dragged his eyes from her splayed legged form to where the sound had come from and saw ....one of the local forest trolls watching her. His pants unfastened and his hand stroking a rather large cock. Scot saw even from this far the lust in his face and knew that he had the chance here to stop yet another attack on his friend. Silently, with a stealth he knew the rogue Brigadier would be proud of, he slipped up behind the troll and slid a dagger he was carrying point first under the males cock. Knowing this would definately get his attention, Scot felt the troll freeze in place and he stayed there for a few moments longer, his attention half on the troll before him half on Tasha til she gave up her attempts at destressing her body and swam off towards her camp.

Scot knew then he had a second, maybe two before the troll attacked. In that flash he forced the knife upwards, removing that which the male had been stroking and then slashing at his throat. The forest troll died within moments, his reason for living removed, then his blood seconds later.

He would tell Tasha in the morning that he had returned.