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Copyright © 2014 by High Smut
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CHAPTER 1 & 2
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Chapter 1
Northern Alfeld
Summer, 1003
Tobias the sheepherder climbed the rise apprehensively, taking cover behind one bush to another. The woman blundered on behind him, leading her shaggy beast. He wished she’d at least make a minimal attempt at being inconspicuous. As easy on the eyes as she was, and the coin she offered for his services, Tobias now regretted his decision of becoming the guide to this lunatic. Dead men have no need for coin, as they say.
He took cover behind a fir and waited for the woman to catch up. She’s a sexpot that one, he mused. …Tall and slim, with big fat titties and a tight round behind. And dressed to kill too! She wore a skimpy two piece bikini, made out of chainmail and leather straps! What kind of woman dresses in metal underthings?! Well, obviously—a slattern, but how depraved a slattern? That was the question in his mind. He had the treat of an almost unobstructed view of her pink nipples and the top of her shaven slit, and the hint of a slim furry triangle pointing towards the treasure.
The woman—who didn’t give him her name—finally led her black stallion to him. She was the hottest little thing he was ever likely to lay his leering eyes upon. Standing at an impressive 5 feet 9 inches of height, the long-legged blonde beauty weighed just about 125 lbs. She had a slim, athletic body, with very little body fat—except for her large, supple breasts and heart shaped ass. Her breasts still retained a youthful perkiness despite their softness.
She had a stunningly beautiful face. A face exuding a cheeky and provocative aura, rather than the juvenile innocence one would expect on a girl her age. She had an oval face with high cheekbones, a shapely nose, and a slight dimple on her chin. Her long and heavy lashed, almond-shaped eyes were a striking blue-gray; the slender, arching lines of her eyebrows were of a darker shade than that of her golden hair. Her cheeks were smooth and rosy, her luscious lips full and pouty. She had pulled her waist-long blond mane back in a ponytail, using a mild concoction of scented plant oil and pine resin to hold the distinctive mold—tight on the sides with a thick sheaf running along the center of her crown.
Tobias was an old lecher, just shy of seventy and still unmarried. But he’d bedded many women in his time—farm girls and whores of every shapes and sizes, and quite a few colors too. But he couldn’t think of any woman he’d desired more than this one. Flaunting her goods as shamelessly as she was, he didn’t think she’d allow him anything more than an eyeful.
“Get behind the tree girl!” he hissed at her—well, at her tits to be more specific. “Don’t believe the tales about trolls turning to stones in daylight!”
“Relax, you old geezer,” she said nonchalantly. “We’re downwind. The horse will smell the troll if ’tis in front of us. Hell, even we should smell it.” She scrutinized the landscape in front of her. “You said we’re close?”
“Yes, just get on top of that,” he pointed towards the foothill in front of them. “The cave mouth’s hidden behind those trees.” He paused for a while, running his eyes on her sweat-glistening toned abs. “This is as far as I go. Now, about that hart you promised…” he started to rub the palm of his thin left hand with the knobby thumb of his right.
The woman took down her blanket roll from the horse and unrolled it over the forest litter, revealing her weapons—a wide-bladed sword and a pair of daggers, all sheathed in their tooled and silver-worked leather scabbards. Tobias noted the sapphire the size of a large pigeon egg on the pommel of her sword with particular interest.
She buckled the sword belt loosely around her curvy hips and positioned the scabbarded sword on the left side. One of the daggers she tied to her shapely right thigh, the other to her calf high soft leather boot, also the right. She reached into the coin pouch that hung from her belt and thrust a silver coin in his hand, which he quickly pocketed.
“All of my stuff better be here when I return,” she said pointedly, pulling on her heavy leather gauntlets. “And you better not.”
She rerolled her blanket and secured it to the saddle again. Then without a second glance at poor old Tobias, she started for the stand of trees he had pointed out.
What a waste! Tobias let out a sigh of regret. This is one harlot I’d never get to see again. He watched the gentle bounce of her pert ass and let out another sigh. Dropping his pants, he sat down leaning on the fir tree. Soon she was only a distant figure, and he couldn’t see as well as he used to. But Tobias had always had a vivid imagination. The horse snorted, making his disgust known.
Chapter 2
Valeriya smelt the cave before she saw it. She may have overlooked the cave mouth on the mountainside, hidden behind a couple of large boulders—but there was no missing the stink. The opening was littered with bones of small and medium sized animals. The stink of rot mixed with carnivore excreta almost made her puke.
She hesitated on the cave entrance—the hole-in-the-wall narrowed down into a dark tunnel and there was no way of knowing how deep it ran—but only for a moment. It was possible that there were more than one troll in that cave. It was also possible that the troll was out hunting. If so, if she enters the cave now, the enemy will be behind her. Valeriya considered hiding and waiting outside for the troll to turn up, but quickly scratched that plan. It’d be dark soon, so there would be no advantage of daylight outside. And her spells would be much more effective inside the tunnels where the creature won’t be able to dodge them easily; its size would become its own disadvantage. And she also wanted this done quickly, or there was the chance that the troll’s stink might just finish its job for it.
Valeriya drew her blade and entered the ominous dark tunnel. The stink was no worse inside than it had been outside. Small bones crunched underfoot as the blonde moved further in. Soon she was engulfed in darkness. She charged a Magelight spell on the palm of her left hand and let the glowing orb the size of a grapefruit float ahead of her. The orb floated a yard in front of her, and just overhead—bathing its surroundings with gentle illumination not unlike silvery moonlight, in a 4 yard radius. This was dangerous, lighting herself up like a beacon for any would be assailants. But there was no point in skulking around blindly in unknown territory. Trolls have better night vision, and also—keener noses.
Valeriya kept on moving. No branches or sudden turns in the tunnel, just onward. What’s this smell? The stink was no worse than it was just a moment ago; just fresher, somehow more alive…
Valeriya let the glowing orb drift a couple of yards further ahead. And then she spotted it—a hulking shadow, at the rim of her orb’s glow, and fast approaching. Shit! She quickly charged a Firebolt spell on her left hand and let fly at the troll.
The common troll is a great beast—growing as tall as seven and a half feet of height when fully grown and standing erect. It is of an apelike physique, strong and muscular of limbs with broad shoulders, long arms sporting clawed fingers, and a furry coat. Its great head is shaped like that of a baboon’s, only with razor-sharp teeth and pitch-black, beady eyes. Common trolls come in two verities: the snowy frost troll from the frozen north, and the more familiar cave trolls—commonly found in sylvan mountain ranges and underground caverns of pretty much everywhere else.
This one was a black type, and at least seven feet tall. Valeriya’s firebolt hit it dead on the face. The beast howled in searing pain as a part of its face was covered in an oily, black semifluid upon impact, which quickly caught the flame and set half its face ablaze. But she knew this wouldn’t stop it.
Valeriya quickly cast a fire rune on the rocky surface between herself and the beast and fell back a couple of yards. The firebolt gave the beast pause for only a couple of seconds, and then it gave chase, hopping mad. The moment it stepped onto the glowing rune, it exploded, engulfing the troll in yellow and orange flames.
The troll went down and started rolling on the ground, howling in terrible pain. Valeriya sheathed her unused sword as she approached the suffering beast. She charged Flames spells in either hands and proceeded to torch the troll. The spells merged as her hands neared each other, a fiery vortex formed before her outstretched palms and spurt forth a great jet of scorching flames on the still alive-and-thrashing troll. One roast troll coming right up!
Valeriya’s mana pool was almost depleted and it made her a little disoriented—running out of mana will do that to you—but she was confident that the troll was quite dead. And Valeriya still had her reserves—stored patiently yet fanatically over the months since she’d come to possess it—in that sapphire on the hilt of her sword. Storing obsessively and rarely spending any. But still, ending the flames, she drew her sword and chopped its head off, just to be sure.
Wait! Valeriya felt a presence… the feeling of being watched, with extreme hatred, and hunger… the eyes of a predator. She started to turn, and that probably saved her life. There was a blinding pain, claws slicing through skin and flesh, and the straps of her bikini top across her back. The force of the troll’s slashing hand was immense. It was a glancing blow, but still the blonde found herself airborne. Valeriya smashed onto the wall before she could even open her mouth to cry out. Wind cleared her lungs and her sword went clattering away into the darkness.
To her credit, despite the pain and dizziness from smashing onto the stony wall, and then dropping to the ground and taking a bang to the side of her head from a tactlessly placed rock, Valeriya somehow managed to maintain enough concentration to keep her magelight from dissipating. Calduil’s balls! That hurt… The sword-maiden groaned as she tried to get up and regain her bearing. Where’s that damned sword? Where’s that damned sapphire when you need it most? Valeriya cursed her luck. All that mana tucked away safely, yet out of reach with a 7 foot monster on your tail hell-bent on killing, and surely devouring you.
Here he comes… Valeriya reached for the dagger on her belt as she rolled to her left and dodged the troll’s flailing claw by a hairsbreadth. She shifted her grip on the dagger hilt—placing the pointy-end down—and stabbed at the clumsy beast with all her might. The blade sunk to the hilt about six inches above the elbow of the troll. It howled in pain and jerked its arm back, backhanding Valeriya in the process, which sent her sprawling another yard inside the tunnel.
Valeriya’s top had come loose, but still dangled from her shoulders. But her soft breasts were uncontained on her heaving chest. She had very little mana left, not enough to cast any offensive spells. Valeriya rolled and raised herself on her elbows, and searched for her sword frantically as she ran through the spells she could still cast with her remaining mana. Her dagger was embedded into the troll’s arm. She had another in her boot, but a dagger is only a touch better weapon than a toothpick against this long-armed brute.
There! She spotted her sword by the charred corpse of the first troll, gleaming in the silvery light of her magelight. She started crawling toward her sword. Just a little closer… And then she could jump for it. No! The troll had her by her right boot. Valeriya screamed with raw terror as it flung her against the wall, 10 feet away from her salvation.
Valeriya slammed onto the cave floor and didn’t move again. ’Tis time to give up… And she cried. She cried; not because of the pain, nor for the fear of death. Valeriya cried because of the sheer helplessness she felt. She didn’t think she was capable of crying. Not anymore. Not after what she’d been through already in her young life.
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CHAPTER 1 & 2
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