Reluctantly

What can you possibly do? It was far stronger than you. Maybe when it's satisfied with humiliating you, it will let you go. Your cringing face turns towards his pale dick. It stunk like the rest of him. Stale, malodorous sweat stuck to his every pore.

"LICK," he ordered. The troll tightened his grip on your shoulder. He could easily break every bone in your body.

Shaking, you stick out your tongue and push it lightly against his organ. You squeeze your eyes shut tight, bracing for the worst...and it never happens. It just tastes like skin. Grumbling, you start to move your mouth. Tongue licking the troll's massive cock, you try and forget you're orally servicing a monster. Something tickles your tastebuds. It's salty, sort of like sweat. But it's much thicker. You pull back, trying to clean the taste out.

"SWALLOW AND KEEP LICKING, GIRL." The troll wasn't exactly a conversation expert, but he was twice your height. You return to licking.

Strangely, it tastes a little better this time. This just kind of tastes like salted pork. Your **** drops a little, and your licks grow deeper. Saliva rolls down his shaft, and you start to feel his cock perk up. You must be doing a good job! The room was getting hot. It must have been the braziers, heating up the enclosed space.

He brushed your hair, trying to be as soft as possible but still applying too much pressure. He kept you pressed against him, but there was more room to maneuver. Your hands grip his rising shaft. In your mind, it's just to make sure you can keep him close so you don't have to stretch too far. But your hands start moving too. Slowly stroking his tube of meat, you realize that there's even more sweat on his cock than before! More salty, thick liquid coats your tongue, and his cock starts tasting even better!

A part of your mind wonders just what is going on. Why did licking this troll feel so good? You're getting hotter, your own sweat pouring down from your forehead. It's not the lamps. The heat is coming from you.