Happy touch self.

With the first riddle being about stripping, you assume the second is about watching. So you lean against the railing of the bridge and slide your hands down your body. The troll seems pleased with your answer. His hand continues to play within his pants.

You start toying with your clit, watching as the troll’s stroking becomes more intense. As you hit your stride, the troll has had enough with his pants. He frees his member revealing its massive size. You’re awed at its size, and relieved he didn’t try to put it within you. You’re certain the monster rod wouldn’t fit within your tight pussy.

You and the troll masturbate on the bridge under the glowing red sky. You can’t help but think about the menacing tower or the nearby monster, neither of which really put you in the mood. You close your eyes and try to lose yourself in your imagination.

You imagine the hunky quarterback from your school’s football team. You’d never actually spoken to Jason, but he had visited your late night fantasies before. You imagine the blonde athlete cinematically removing his jersey, his body dripping in sweat. Everything he does in slow motion, dumping a water bottle over himself. Streams of water tracing his abs, you’d never actually seen him shirtless but you liked to think he had chiseled abs.

You could feel your pleasure rising as your dream of Jason continues. But you’re brought back to reality when the troll lets out a loud groan. You’re shocked when you see his cock erupt in a torrent of cum. The troll cum blasts you from across the bridge. The cum tingles against your skin, sending shivers of pleasure through your body. You slip in the cum pooling at your feet, and barely catch yourself on the railing. The barrage of semen doesn’t seem to end as blast after blast pounds against you.

When the troll’s orgasm finally subsides, you’re left sitting in a pool of his bodily fluids. Your body is painted in white from head to toe. Cum dripping from everywhere. You clear the cum from your eyes, allowing yourself to watch as the troll grabs his pants and climbs over the side of the bridge returning the way he came.

After a moment you slowly pull yourself back to your feet. Cum strands linking your body to the ground. You go slow to ensure you don’t slip in the pool of jizz. You grab your stuff, and walk across the bridge. You know there’s a restroom near the gazebo, maybe you can clean up in there before trying to get dressed again.

When you step off the bridge on the other side, the ring glows a bright blinding light. And when your vision returns, you’re clean and dressed. Your items back in their rightful place. You look up at the imposing tower, you’re one step closer to saving the world.