EXTRACT FOR
Tabea And The Troll
(Mike Hunt)

Hercal had crouched like one of the hounds that poorer Elves used to flush game from the undergrowth, then with a surprising turn of speed he had leapt into action. Moments later a fat old boar with a very impressive set of curved tusks had burst out into the clearing where Tabea waited with her bow raised and the string half drawn. In a blur her arrow had leaped from the bow and with typical Elfish accuracy it had plunged into the massive pigs chest and pierced his heart. With a loud grunt Hercal had been on him, an injured boar was a dangerous creature, but his efforts had been unnecessary because the beast had been dead even before its bulk hit the ground, Tabea's arrow extinguishing the spark of life instantly.

Now the fat wild pig was trussed and lay in the shade as Tabea took a light lunch in a secluded dell.

Hercal waited patiently as his mistress ate, his keen eyes watching her every move. 

I wish he wouldn't stare like that she thought, she was obviously wrong but she could swear that the beast was concentrating on her breasts. She had followed the direction of his gaze several times and always ended up with the clear understanding that her Woodie could be accused of ogling her tits.

But he's just an animal, and intelligent animal agreed, but certainly not capable of what I'm imagining! Tabea stood and brushed a smattering of cake crumbs from her breeches, her hand lingering a second to press the studs harder against her sodden snatch. She glanced at the Troll and gasped to see him watching her.

"Hercal!" she cried in alarm. He was stroking himself as he watched her, his thick shaft had swollen beyond all imagination, and despite her indignation Tabea felt her heart begin to beat harder as she saw a viscous bead form on the flared end and dribble down to the ground from the slit eye that seemed to hold her focus.

Hercal drew back his hand and grunted softly as he released his cock and stood staring at his mistress with a pleading expression on his broad grey face.

Tabea giggled nervously, the huge cock bobbed and bounced as she watched, the ooze continued to trickle to the ground, she looked up into his eyes and understood instantly as he pointed a thick finger toward her snatch then quickly pointed to his flattened nose.

"Oh Hercal, you have smelled my pussy," the Troll nodded and groaned. "And it made you hard?"

His eyes saddened as he nodded.

"Well," Tabea said softly as she nodded toward his standing cock, "I guess you should finish what you started."

The huge Troll took a step forward and he shook his head, still his eyes pleaded and Tabea felt her fingers clench into a nervous ball.

He's an animal she warned herself, and it would be... unnatural!

"Stop looking at me with those sad eyes." she groaned softly, then looked down at the straining cock that was now much longer and thicker than her whole arm. "Stop it Hercal!" she exclaimed as he took another step closer, now he stood with the weeping end of his cock just a hand's breadth from her body, his superior height meaning that the glans was almost resting on her suddenly heaving tits.

Oh wow, what's that smell? Tabea gasped, the aroma that filled her senses was tantalising, she felt her already hard nipples stiffen so suddenly that she groaned as a vibrating tingle raced down and buzzed between her legs. It's his pre-cum, it smells delicious.

Hercal grunted, Tabea looked up then in a dream she reached forward and gently dabbed the tip of her finger against the thick greenish slime that slowly oozed.

This is so very wrong she told herself, yet still she lifted the pre-cum to her nose and sniffed. Like the sweetest perfume it filled her senses and before propriety could prevent she had dipped the tip of her tongue.

The Elf maiden shuddered as taboo realisation raced through her body, she had tasted then reached out and stroked her nails around the head of his mighty cock, lost in the moment she had attempted to wrap her long and slender fingers around the shaft, marvelling that it was just too thick.

What am I doing? Tabea gasped and shook her head as though to dispel the desire that had begun to grow inside her. What are you doing Tab she added as she leaned forward and planted her lips over the slit and began to suck, drawing the delicious and heady nectar from his cock.

"Cum for me Hercal!" she gasped as she pulled away to take a breath, in just seconds her mouth had filled, she had swallowed then pulled away, disgusted with herself but determined to milk the Trolls ball of every drop.

Hercal hooked a finger under the bottom of her leather shirt, a button popped to spin away into the grass, Tabea lifted her arms in shocked surprise, her Woodie was taking liberties but if she hadn't reacted as she had her shirt would have been torn beyond repair.

Her breasts jumped free of their restraint and Hercal tossed the damaged garment aside before wrapping a massive hand around his helpless mistresses waist. He lifted her, and as Tabea moaned in alarm and arousal he tugged her breeches down to her ankles, then pressed a thick finger up between her legs.