A Servant of Arubhár 02

After a moment, the woman caught her breath, threw the male an angry glare. Yet, clearly accustomed to the routine, she leaned forward to clean him. Her tongue darted out, lapped up the seed still spilling from the slit. Then travelled lower, gently licked around the bottom of the once again blunt head. When she was satisfied he was fully spent, she moved away, took a long drink from her own cup. Not paying any attention to the woman, the troll reached down to tuck himself back in, then rose to refill his ale.

Since her mouth was dry, Anári finished her tea, debated getting more. But she didn't trust her legs, which felt equally wobbly and stiff with her arousal at this height. Not wanting to make a fool of herself, she decided to remain seated. At least until her heart rate slowed down.

To her surprise, another troll in the group next to them motioned to the woman. And, a moment later, she knelt in front of him, moved aside the flap in his pants to reach for his cock. Scooting closer, she gripped the rapidly hardening shaft, then wrapped her lips around it.

The surprise must have shown on Anári's face, because she heard Dara chuckle.

"Girl's earning her transport," she commented, motioned to the pair with her mug. "Wants to make it down to Lorwind, gods know why. Told her there was naught there but a bunch of fat, lazy lord's soldiers and some women serving as their whores. But she wouldn't listen." Darla popped some raisins into her mouth from a bowl sitting next to her, chewed. "Also told her she could do better following us back to troll territories. There's always need for housekeepers, maids, and servants. Informed me that she'd rather earn her favors from the soldiers than to work for a lousy troll, that one did." Shrugging, she grabbed more raisins. "Looks to me like she's well suited for the task. Not to mention not too proud to serve a troll, after all."

Lips pursed, Anári pondered it. "Some people will do whatever it takes in their desperation."

"Pfftt. Don't let her fool you. She's in that position because she knew there was good coin to be had if she earned it that way. Lennor offered her to do the dishes, to help with the cooking and prepping. There's always laundry to be done, and the wagons need to be cleaned. But the girl's lazy. Doesn't want to put in a full day of honest work for her meals, the travel, a warm bed, and coin. Chose, instead, to use her body to fill her purse. Can't say I blame her. But don't be feeling sorry for the girl."

Anári took some of the raisins Dara held out to her, savored the taste of the sweet, delicious treat. A few days ago, she would have declared a person out of their wits if they'd have suggested she'd ever get to enjoy such an indulgence. So much as a simple filling meal had seemed out of reach. A lot of things had seemed impossible a few days ago, she mused, her eyes roaming back to the woman servicing the troll. People might call her a dreamer, but she'd never even considered it.

Suppressing a snicker, she found herself rather much intrigued with the idea. Particularly now that she'd confirmed the woman had chosen this path. Little tremors of excitement moved through her body, all the way down to her toes. And she once again wondered how it would feel to be in the woman's place.

As Marwena had mentioned, different breeds of trolls were differently endowed. This one's shaft was thick and extremely muscular, the skin smooth. Even from where Anári sat, she could make out the rippling definition of various muscles, all rock hard, along the underside, top, and sides of the exotic cock. It was dark red in color, a stark contrast to the troll's light blue skin, and around eight inches long. But the girth was enough to give a woman pause. Much like the other troll's, the head of the cock was blunt, although it had a slightly forward rounded tip at the top.

Anári marveled that the woman could fit it in her mouth at all. Surely it was quite a feat. Then another pleasurable little shudder went through her as she imagined feeling all those muscles slide over her tongue.

The troll soon tired of the woman's simple back and forth motion, apparently not as patient as the last. Wrapping his hands around the back of her neck, he pulled her mouth over his cock, faster and faster, while his flanks surged forward, hard and rough.

It was the same primitive rutting style that Anári had observed before. And it once more only served to excite her. While the troll didn't mean any harm to the woman, it was obvious he didn't care about her pleasure. Or her comfort, for that matter, since he paid her well to service him. The only thing he focused on was finding his own release. Anári would be lying if she denied how much that appealed to her.

Her own loins were on fire as she continued to watch the scene. The warmth spread all the way to her fingers and toes. Despite the hard pace, it took a while for him to finish, and he seemed to be expecting not to release anytime soon. Every now and then, he used one hand to take another drink, commented on the conversations. All the while, his thrusts never slowed, his other hand kept pulling the woman's mouth over his cock with brutal force. Intent on his pleasure, he showed no restraint, grunting every time his shaft slid down the woman's throat—a low, primal, guttural sound that threatened to have Anári melt into a puddle of liquid heat.

Lust burned in his dark purple eyes. Yet the widely flaring nostrils, the determined set of his tight, firm mouth, his almost nonchalant attitude proved that he was following no more than the basic instinct to mate and reproduce. It was this combination of intelligence and primitive, animalistic rutting that had Anári shuddering with appreciation.

She almost moaned aloud when the troll finally thrust his cock all the way down the woman's throat, the big, blunt head flaring, then flowering. His hands ruthlessly held the woman's head in place as he slowly pushed his hips forward even further, forcing her to swallow every last inch of his magnificent, muscled shaft. Then the powerful muscles in his flanks and ass contracted uncontrollably, while his cock flexed and jerked deep inside of the woman's throat.

He let out a series of deep, harsh grunts while his seed flooded the woman's stomach during an incredibly long-lasting release. Then pulled his still fully flowering cock out of the woman's mouth.

Coughing and sputtering, the woman slapped his leg, spat out a curse. The troll only chuckled, reached for a purse at his side. Ignoring the continuous contractions of his flanks as the final spurts of seed shot from the hugely swollen cockhead, he drew out a coin, flicked it at her feet. Then held out his mug.

"Fetch me another ale."

The woman quickly snatched the coin, stuffed it in the pocket of her skirt. She took the mug, set it next to her on the ground, waited for him to finish releasing. Then leaned forward to clean up his still dripping cock. After she finished, she rose, walked to one of the wagons. When she returned, she handed him the refilled mug, then stepped up to another troll. Without needing any encouragement, she dropped down to her knees in front of him, freed his cock from his breeches. And quickly engulfed him with her mouth.

My, the woman would be rich if she kept on this way, Anári mused. And couldn't help sharing a bit of Dara's amusement. It was apparent that the girl hadn't suffered any harm. More apparent that she didn't mind the work as much as she pretended.

This troll seemed much more easygoing than the others, Anári observed, studying the large male. He was massive, likely over eight feet tall, but also a little chubby. His huge hand rested gently on the back of the woman's head as he enjoyed her attentions.

Long and smooth, his cock also ended in a blunt head that would likely flower to immense proportions with his release. Although thick, it was not as wide as Anári would have imagined for a troll his size.

It took only a few minutes before his hand tightened around the woman's head. But, unlike the others, he simply seemed to hold her in place while he let out a long, low, guttural grunt.

Anári saw the woman's cheeks bulge out, her jaw stretched open as wide as it would go. Then watched her swallow repeatedly, and knew the troll was releasing his seed.

A moment later, his hand relaxed once more, now simply cradling the woman's head. Able to move again, with the flowering head back to a manageable size, the woman continued sliding her mouth over the quivering shaft.

No more than a few minutes later, the troll's grip tightened once more, and Anári realized he'd reached another release. This must be one of the males Marwena had mentioned, Anári thought, remembering their conversation.

The pair repeated the process for some time before, finally, the male was spent. Feeling more than a bit tired, and deciding she'd had more than enough excitement for one night, Anári rose, bade goodnight to Dara.

Looking forward to a night spent snuggled up between warm blankets, she made her way back to her wagon. Stars sparkled like diamonds in the sky overhead when she stopped to refill her tea. For the first time in years, Anári felt the stress of survival lifting. Perhaps her life would never be incredibly exciting, but she couldn't wait to see what the future might bring.