Purple Haze Ch. 01 - Lana

Prologue

In the depths of one of Skyrim's many dungeons, an Altmer mage was gathering his possessions in a great hurry. Several months ago he never imagined that he would be forced to run for his life from a bunch of armed thugs. Damn these Companions and their monster-chasing crusade!

However, the armed brutes that were rampaging in the upper levels of the delve and slaughtering his test subjects were not his main concern. Months ago a woman approached him and offered to work for her, promising both gold and magic insights unheard of before.

Now, as the warriors above were destroying all his work he had no illusions what the Mistress (as she introduced herself) would think of his excuses. He wasted a pile of gold and test subjects without any tangible results, and she was not of the forgiving type, that is for sure.

But he definitely was onto something! The last batch of trolls showed excellent reactions to the lifeforce-transferring enchantments. This research was too important to let it in the hands of this glowing tattooed bitch. He will raise more money and finish this work. The perspectives of this magicka source were astonishing!

The research logs and what remained of the gold were now in his bag. He will travel to Hammerfell and from there to Summerset. There are plenty of patrons of the magic arts in the high elf land.

While slipping into a secret passage he looked last time at the cave that was his home for the last months. Hopefully, the Companions will thrash this place to bits and Mistress will think him dead. A shame that no way any of the promising subjects can survive their assault.

The village of Dragon Bridge, a day later

A young woman is walking a forest trail, humming to herself. Her name is Lana and now is the time for her regular tour in the nearby forest. She enjoyed being away from all the housework and village folk, just alone with nature. It was no coincidence that she usually ventured on her walk during her fiancé's lunch break. He would find hot food on the table, the only thing he needed from her. Well, not actually the only one, she remembered with a grimace. But his other wishes were improper and would have to wait until they are married.

She never went too far from the village, afraid of wolves and other dangers. Lana followed a familiar trail, sometimes wandering away to gather berries or see what flowers this spring brought. Gardening flowers was her passion, and her house -- not, her fiancé's house -- was now looking much livelier both inside and outside, with all the beauty she managed to find and carefully re-plant.

The trail ended on the bank of the nearby creek, one of the inflows on the mighty Karth river. By the time she reached it, she had already gathered a basket full of early raspberries. That was where the scent wafted to her. Sweet and musky, but not exactly either of them. Lana walked to the edge of the bank to see a bunch of pinkish flowers on the other side of the creek.

"Is this a weird breed of dragonthorn? I haven't smelled anything like it in my life, that is for sure."

She tentatively stood on the edge of the bank for a minute, smelling more and more of the aroma, trying to determine what it actually felt like.

"Okay, I am not THAT far away from the village. The other side is not dangerous; I should go for it and see what these flowers are."

She left the basket and her boots on the ground and pulled her dress above her knees to cross the creek. After a couple of yikes caused by the cold water, she was standing right next to the mysterious flowers.

Lana took a deep breath and realized that they smelled exactly like dragonthorn. In fact, they look a lot like it too, although pinker than normal.

"Wait, if it is not the flowers then what..." Lana's thoughts were disrupted as an almost palpable wave of the scent washed over her. Suddenly nauseous she awkwardly stumbled backward, falling on her ample ass. As she tried to regain her wits, a loud thumping noise, as well as the crackling of branches, announced that she was not alone.

On the other side of the glade, a large body broke from the forest. The creature looked like a human, although a deformed one. Short legs and unproportionally long arms, as well as a three-eyed snout, clearly indicated a troll. As soon as the eyes locked on the woman, the creature started to limp toward her.

Lana's heart missed a few beats. She tried to jump from the ground, but her long skirt made it into an awkward half-roll. Having dealt with the skirt, Lana finally straightened and tried to dart away. However, the scent, which became almost suffocating, made her head spin. Lana rushed headlong into the dragonthorn shrub and fell again.

"No, no, no.... Help!" Lana cried weekly, already knowing that the chance of someone hearing her that far from the village was low. She almost managed to disentangle from the shrubbery when a strong grip snatched her from behind.

The creature lifted Lana, holding both of her arms in one massive paw. As she was hanging in front of the troll, Lana had the first good opportunity to look at her captor.

And it was not a charming sight. Hideous bloodied muzzle looked at her and exhaled, coating Lana in the concentrated scent. This close it was so sweet that it was bordering on sour. Speaking of blood, one of the creature's eyes was out and a long and bloody gash stretched from the empty socket across the skull. As Lana dropped her sight from the ugly picture, she noticed that the whole troll is covered in fresh wounds. An arrow was also sticking from its back.

Lana's head became more than a bit dizzy as she started to pray to all gods. If this was her final moment, she will not embarrass her ancestors, at least. The beast meanwhile poked its muzzle in her midsection, and then lifted the woman higher.

Lana's hands started to become numb when the troll cupped her lower half in its other arm. She felt its head poking in her lower abdomen this time.

"Is it trying to decide which the tastiest part to eat first is?" she was confused, and not only from the all-permeating scent. The troll's attitude didn't seem aggressive.

"Eeek!" she screamed when the beast tore her skirt and underwear in one swing.

"I didn't even notice when he grabbed my clothes! What in the Oblivion is he doing?" her thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of something rough but slimy on her inner thigh. And again, on another one. And again, closer to her...

Looking down, she found the troll's wide tongue licking all over her lower parts.

"Wait, don't lick this place," Lana whimpered and immediately gasped out loud when the creature's tongue hit her womanhood for the first time. But not the last! As if getting a command, the troll adjusted his grasp on her bare ass and rammed his head between her legs, lapping at her vagina with its long and warm tongue.

"Stooop, not there," she cried from the surprise. Lana tried to wiggle her hips to little avail. Actually, it only helped the troll's tongue to attack her pussy from a new angle. Now reasonably assured that the monster did not mean to kill her, Lana realized that her body is heating, in the same way as in a hot bath. Moments ago she thought about trying to push the troll away with her legs, but now she reconsidered this plan because it could anger the creature. Yes, she rationalized; she should stay still to not anger him, definitely not because of the tingling sensation from her crotch, as well as waves of heat washing all over her body. Even the smell became kind of nice.

Suddenly, she felt the creature's inhumanly long tongue slipping deeper inside her. After a small pang of discomfort, it filled her inner tunnel completely. Having reached the entrance to her womb, he started to wiggle the warm and slime appendage inside her. Lana half-cried-half-moaned, and the troll, as if answering, doubled its ministrations. He focused on a particular point inside her pussy, the one that sent some weird sensations to her tummy and forced her to gasp several times. Lana felt her legs twitching uncontrollably, just moments before a wave of pleasure originated in this deep point in her belly overtook her.

Climaxing for the first time in her life Lana cried but did not hear herself. The pleasure was way more intense than anything she ever experienced. Her sense of time vanished while she was in bliss.

When she returned back to her senses after the euphoric trance, Lana discovered that the troll lowered her to the ground. Her eyes were now on the level with its throbbing, erect shaft. Like hypnotized, Lana cannot take her eyes away from the enormous pillar of meat, thicker than her arm, with an even wider crown of black flesh with some purple ooze on the tip. She struggled not to throw up when this thing swayed as the troll took a step toward her. Considering his previous actions and how erect he was it did not take long for Lana to infer what he is up to.

She crawled backward, away from the monster. Troll reached to grab her... and stopped as if struck by thunder, looking at his clawed paw. A silent scene lasted a couple of seconds and what happened next forced Lana to reconsider if she is still sane.

The troll's paw, the one that he tried to grab the woman with, suddenly detached itself from the body and fell off. Upon hitting the ground, the arm crumbled into purple dust. Troll watched dumbfounded at the stump where his arm used to be, but instead of blood, the same purple-ish dust was flowing out of it. The beast tried to roar, but the sound ended abruptly and he just stood there with its maw wide open.

Lana, by no means an expert at troll facial expressions, could swear that the beast was bulging its three eyes in surprise.

"What is going on with him?" Lana received the answer immediately, as his whole body shook... and exploded into dust.

The purple stuff was all over her hair, skin, and dress. Lana sneezed fiercely several times and decided it is just easier to breathe with her mouth, which resulted in her mouth being full of the dust too. She sprang from the ground and ran away from the meadow, back to the creek.

Freshwater helped her to wash the dust away from her face and arms. She tried to clear as much of it as possible from her skirt, fairly successfully.

Lana silently stood up and composed herself. She cast a glance back at the beast's remains. All that was left was an ivory-white skeleton and a pool of pink dust around it. A gentle wind created a small whirlpool of the dust, spreading it all over the clearing.

"I better get out before the wind throws this crap all over me again." Stepping as silently as possible just in case, she crossed the creek and found her boots and the basket exactly where she left it. It was there that the tears finally burst.

"I am ruined! No one would even look at me now! I have lost my virginity to a troll! TROLL!!!" Lana wiped her tears and quickly examined her pussy, fearing that it was torn by the creature's thick tongue. To her relief, her womanhood looked completely normal. There also was no blood, and in general, her vagina looked and felt exactly like usual. Also, she finally noticed that she was still naked waist-down, clutching her ruined skirt to the chest.

She managed to adjust her skirt so no one would notice that it is torn without close examination, but it required one of her arms to constantly hold the upper hem of the clothes. But what to do with panties? It is impossible to wear them now, and her other hand will be occupied by the basket. If she just puts it in the basket people will surely notice and start asking questions. After some thinking, she decided to hide it in a nearby tree hollow. She will return for them later.

"Okay, it is not as horrible as it looks," she calmed herself. "No one has seen or heard me, or they would have helped. It happened pretty far from the village, the creek bank and the dragonthorn shrub probably hid me while I was...." she started sobbing again.

"Stop it! Tears never help, they just make everything ugly," she chastised herself, and after washing her face in the creek Lana turned around and headed home.

"Why did the troll even do something like that? I have never heard about trolls trying to mate with humans. Maybe he had mistaken me for a troll woman?" she felt a pang of anger at this thought. She was not that ugly! Actually, she knew for sure that her ginger hair and freckles, as well as decent-sized breasts and curvaceous hips, made more than one pair of male villager's eyes follow her. Perhaps her figure was a bit chubby, but nowhere near to be mistaken with a troll!

"And he turned to dust after... What is up with that? I have never heard about anything like it." She was fairly sure that this wasn't normal for trolls to crumble like that. The only answer was that it was a magic troll. This means that someone put a spell on him, which in turn means that there can be more trolls like him. She shivered from this thought and picked up the pace.

After around an hour of similar ruminations, she finally approached the outskirts of the Dragon Bridge village. Fortunately, her house was not in the center, so she managed to avoid too much neighbor attention and in five minutes, she was already passing the home gates.

As soon as she got home, Lana started to boil water for a hot bath. She wanted to wash away all troll filth as well as remnants of this nauseating smell and the pink powder. Around an hour later, she was furiously scratching herself with a wisp of bast. Lana wanted not to miss a spot, so after washing her whole body she decided to scrub her crotch as well. But as soon as she tried to touch her pussy with the bast, she shrieked and dropped it. She felt a familiar sensation of tingling through her entire body when she touched anywhere near her slit.

"This is not normal! Okay, if I do this carefully..." she slowly and deliberately washed herself, taking care not to overstimulate her womanhood. At first, Lana constantly winced when she hit the sensitive lips and especially the upper edge of her pussy, but soon discovered that the feeling was actually not unpleasant. Pretty much the opposite, she caught herself touching her pussy in the places that she already washed before.

"I am just making sure that everything is clean," she thought.

"Yeah, this is for the best," she raced fingers over her slit up and down for several minutes, but soon noticed that a certain spot felt way better than the others.

"Yeah, I remember, the troll was licking it. I better make sure it is clean," she applied more effort to this exact spot, slowly circling her fingers on it. Lana felt a familiar sensation of something steadily building up inside, the pleasure permeating her whole body.

"I need to rub the other parts too, to wash the whole thing," Lana perched on the bath edge, her hand working feverishly on her clit, her other hand making its way to her crotch. She started to trace her fingers over her slit and moaned. Up and down, up and down.

"This feels great! Can't believe I did not touch this place before, what a fool I was." With both of her hands working together on her womanhood, Lana felt that it is only a matter of time before she is going to climax. However, the release was avoiding her. After a couple of minutes of intense rubbing, she gritted her teeth.

"This isn't working! What do I need?" and then an idea occurred to her. Lana stopped caressing her slit for a moment, and after bracing herself, plunged a finger inside her hole.

This did the trick and finally pushed her over the edge. Lana moaned and slowly slipped down to the bath, enjoying her first self-induced orgasm. The familiar tingles and waves of pleasure consumed her once more but without a disgusting troll this time. Intense heat both from the inside and outside has taken the young woman completely from this world, and Lana welcomed the feeling.

For a minute or so she was just lying there, staring blankly at the ceiling. When she started returning to her senses, Lana couldn't help but feel disgusted with herself. What she did was dirty, why does she have these weird feelings now? Well, the answer is on the surface -- the troll incident.

"Okay, I better actually wash myself before the water gets cold. Ernin will return from the lumber mill soon, I better warm up the food."

Her marriage to Ernin was arranged when she was a child but postponed until she is 19 years old, thanks to her mother's demand. Lana greatly missed her parents, who died during a plague a year ago. It was rumored that the plague was created by Forsworn Hags, but Lana could not care less when she was burying and mourning her parents.

According to traditions a young bride is expected to live in her fiancé's house, so here she is. It is not like Ernin is a bad man, but he is a man alright. For the last year, Lana has been fending off his advances, saying that it is not appropriate for them to do naughty things before marriage.

After the bath, Lana warmed up the food just in time for her future husband to get home.

Ernin could hardly be called handsome, although he was not ugly either. Average height, stocky build from the work on a lumber mill. The most prominent feature of his face was his mustache and scarce beard.

"My love, how are you going to spoil me today?"

"We have porridge with meat, and I got some early raspberry, Ernin."

She never liked it when he addressed her as "love", it pretty much meant there was going to be some sort of advance from his side. Indeed, he pulled her into an embrace that lasted awkwardly long.

"I am blessed with a woman like you, always keeping something on the table!"

"I would be blessed if you took a dip in a river after work. Ernin, you do not smell all that nice after a day on the mill."

"A true masculine smell of hard labor, you woman will never get it," he laughed.

"Whatever..."

She disentangled herself from his embrace and continued her chores, listening to his sometimes decent jokes.

"I tell you, our new foreman is like a Stendarr in the flesh! Compared to our last one, at least. Hodin is one of the boys, I remember how he taught me how to handle logs. And how to drink like a true Nord, ha!"

Lana listened half-curiously. The lumber mill workers processed logs and then let them drift down the river. This was the biggest income source of the village these days after trading declined thanks to king Ulfric's embargo on trade with the Empire and Thalmor alike. Most of the village men worked in the mill, so it was no surprise that the news about the new chief was the main source of rumors in Dragon Bridge.

"Well I hope he will not overwork you. Or overdrink, for that matter."

Ernin laughed at that remark. He is not all that bad, Lana thought. Just a bit simple and too direct, as Nords often are.

As the evening went by, Lana started to feel weird again. When she randomly brushed her crotch with her dress, jolts of pleasure made her even more bothered. By the time they decided to go to sleep Lana seriously contemplated touching herself before bed. Resisting the temptation, she changed to her nightie and lay next to him.

"You are all red-faced, my love. Have my jokes been too much for you?" Ernin pulled her for another embrace and this time she did not have the strength to resist. Their lips met, and she was surprised by how soft the kiss felt. The next moment though she felt the scrapping of his mustache and his smell and broke the kiss. Lana watched Ernin, who was genuinely surprised that she even allowed him to kiss her, and thought that she should probably reward him for all the hard work on the mill. A chill ran through her pussy with this thought.

"You know what, my love? If you return home tomorrow not stinking of sweat I might change my mind on our pre-marriage arrangements."