The troll contract

I woke early to see the sleeping form of Elle cuddled up to me, her head resting on my shoulder, her arm draped over my chest. I looked down at her pretty face, still caked in my cum. Marking her like this made me smile.

After getting ready, we met with the group for breakfast. No one spoke of what had happened with Mistle last night, nor did they ask why she was walking funny. Elle and I went into town, Rhee chose to stay behind to help with the camp chores and prepare for dinner this evening. We looked at the notice board, and took out a contract that caught our interest. It was to slay a troll that lived in a bog. This creature had ventured out to kill then eat a small family. This was a matter that needed to be dealt with as soon as possible. A troll against a wolvir shouldn’t be too difficult. With my speed and its sluggish movements, I had the advantage. The plan would be for myself to engage in close combat with the troll, whilst Elle would shoot it with arrows from a distance. Elle had learnt some archery skills from Mistle.

The information given to us was to travel east from Barkseal to find the lair of the troll. Chances are that I would smell it before seeing it, so we relied on my senses for now. We trudged through swampy lands as I kept my wits and nose alert. Mud speckled our boots as we came across an embankment, it wasn't too steep for us to hike down unscathed. As we carefully stepped down the slope, I lost my footing on the last stretch and fell backwards. I slid down the rest of the way, wet mud clung to my clothes and fur. As I jumped to my feet, I tried my best to brush off the mess on me.

“Are you ok?” Elle asked with concern. She managed to keep herself upright and join me at the bottom.

“Yeah, I’m good. Just lost my footing is all. No injuries here.” I reassured her. She was glad I wasn’t hurt.

We continued on, I picked up a putrid smell ahead of us. I told Elle that I had potentially picked up the troll’s scent, she readied her bow by stringing an arrow. I held my great-axe with a firm grip. We trekked along the boggy ground. We saw a misshaped boulder that looked like it was covered in moss on one end, and ragged clothing wrapped around it. We then noticed that boulder was moving in its location, like it was breathing.

We concluded that this was the troll, the putrid smell coming off it was stronger than before. I readied myself for a surprise attack, Elle to give support via covering fire. As I ran at it, the ground shook beneath me, as what looked like the boulder shuffled and sat up.

It was an ugly creature, with grey skin and malformed facial features. What looked like green moss earlier was situated around its head and chin, this must be its hair. Its body was bloated and obese. Ragged and large brown strips of cloth were used as its attire that only covered its groin. In the troll’s hand was a heavy looking and crudely crafted club, it looked bigger than I was. On sight of us, the troll became angry and shouted. It stood to its full height, the troll must have been around nine feet.

I found it difficult to manoeuvre to my full speed in this bog. One wrong move and the troll’s club could cause me serious harm. I motioned Elle to stay back and fire arrows at the troll.

The troll’s heavy footsteps squelched in the mud, and caused the ground to shake slightly. I wanted to get around it, attack it at the back of the heels or knees. Hopefully slow it down or incapacitate it enough to make a killing blow. Elle started loosing arrows at it aiming for its neck and head. Some arrows bounced of the thick blubber, only a few managed to dig deep enough to piece its skin, but nothing vital.

It came toward me in long strides, barely registering the sunken arrows in its body. I tensed my legs, utilising my speed the best I could in the mud. I wasn’t as fast as I usually am. The troll lifted its club above its head to send it crashing down at me. I dodged ahead of me just in time for him to miss. I swung my weapon behind me, gashing the troll’s wrist. It reacted to the wound as it yelled out in pain. I trudged away toward a broken tree.

It chased after me, wildly swinging its club. The troll’s attacks just missing its mark every time as I ducked out the way. The last swing made contact with the tree, smashing it to bits.

Elle flew an arrow into the creature’s ear. The troll brung its large hand to the side of its head to dig out the arrow.

With it distracted I quickly made myself around it and hacked at the back of its heel. Two quick and powerful attacks cut the troll’s tendon away. The troll fell to its knees and tried to nurse the gaping wound. Elle continued firing arrows at it.

I hiked through the mud to get close it its head. I expected a few swings would do the job, what I didn’t expect was the troll to throw a fist at me. My reactions were only fast enough to ready myself to block. It wasn’t a great form, as the troll hit me, the blade of my great-axe imbedded into my shoulder. I was thrown backwards and tumbled in the muddy ground. An inch of the great-axe had burrowed into my shoulder, I pulled it out firmly.

“Fen!” Elle screamed out.

The troll focused on Elle, and limped at her, dragging its club with him. Elle was in danger.

I held a hand at my cut to staunch the bleeding. If taken care of with haste, my wound would heal quickly. The wolvir metabolism at its finest. The sting of the slash and the feel of my warm blood on my hand angered me. But what really set me off was the possibility of Elle being hurt. This sent me into a rage. It felt like a foreign unrelenting **** inside me burst to the surface to control my actions.

I moved as fast as I could, reaching the troll, I climbed up its leg, sinking my claws in its flesh as I went. I made it near its head as I clung onto its back. With a wild and heavy swing of my great-axe, I plunged the blade into the troll’s temple. Roaring from my lungs, I pulled my axe out and repeated the attack again. The troll fell forward and I rolled off it. Still in a rage, I advanced at it and struck it at the head multiple times to make sure it was dead.

I snarled fiercely at the dead troll. A hand touched my tense and bulging arm. I turned quickly to the owner of the hand. I saw the beautiful and concerned face of Elle. My rage started to subside and I calmed myself.

“Fen. You’re bleeding.” She held her palm at my wound and applied pressure. She leant her body in close and I embraced her. She felt warm.

We dressed my wound with bandages from our satchels. She gently cleaned my cut with fresh water and dabbed at it with a clean cloth. I only winced slightly. She applied the gauze to fit around my shoulder to stem the bleeding.

I’ve never experienced a rage like that before.