Page 6 of Stealing the Troll’s Heart

I wonder if that little human is still around somewhere, or if she’s run back home yet. The way she wrapped her hand around my tusk and looked right into my eyes...

If I see her again, I don’t think I could control myself.

Telise

I barely made it out alive, and it’s only thanks to him.

I wonder what his name was. At the very least I should have asked that when he cut me down, but I wanted to escape before he changed his mind about helping me—and before something else happened that I can’t quite bring myself to imagine.

When he looked at me like that, eating up my half-naked body, I’d felt something new. I wanted him to keep looking. When he cut me down, I expected him to pick me up and drag me away to some cave to take the rest of my clothes off. What would I have done then? Would I have screamed for help, or let him do it?

I’m bruised and cut open in a few places, so after I’ve sprinted through the darkness for a good few miles to put some distance between myself and the orc town, I have to stop to rest. It’s going to be a long trek back to the city, where I hadn’t planned on returning so soon. It’s a good thirty miles through hotly contested territory, and I have to hope I don’t run into any more trollkin on the way. They won’t be so merciful when they see an injured, half-naked human on the road, I know that much. I got lucky that the big blue troll took mercy on me, even after I’d nearly knocked him out cold with my foot.

After bandaging up my wounds as best I can at my tiny camp and getting some troubled sleep, I’m ready to continue on. I keep to the brush, hoping that none of these cuts get infected in the meantime.

My leopard got away this time, but I’ll try again like I always do. A girl’s got to eat after all.

When I finally drag myself into the high walls of the city, I feel like I’ve had the tar beaten out of me. I see a healer right away, whotsksover my stained, dirty bandages and fixes me up with some salve. Once I’m freshly cleaned up and bandaged again, I visit the tailor, where buying a new shirt and pair of pants wipes out what coin I have left.

I have one penny left, just enough to send a letter to Deleran. I’m going to need help getting home and he’s the only one I can trust to loan me a little money.

This time, when I go on the hunt, I head to the south instead of the north. I don’t want to risk seeing the troll again just in case he’s decided he wants a rematch.

Raz’jin

After a few weeks, I try to forget about my little run-in with the human. Somehow that disgusting, backward race produced this pretty little creature with eyes like jade fire, and though she doesn’t cross my thoughts much during the day, the nighttime is a different story.

That’s when I imagine how she might feel, with that perfectly soft skin underneath my rough hands. I’d grab that nipple with all four of my fingers and manhandle it, then maybe I’d suckle her like a just-born whelp, too.

But that’s not the best part of the fantasy. The best part is when I pull out my drooling cock and start to push it inside her. That’s when my hand starts to move faster, my seed already dribbling down the front and lubricating my fingers. I imagine that instead of my hand, it’s her tiny little hole squeezing me tight as I thrust in and out. What would she sound like as I pounded her into the ground? I remember theway she shouted at me when she had her knife pointed at my throat and try to bring that noise to the forefront again.

After all this time obsessing over her, imagining how fucking her would feel, I know that I wouldn’t pull out at the end. No, I’d let myself release inside her, filling her to the brim until it’s spilling out of her. It would coat her small, powerful thighs, dripping out of her as she manages to get back to her feet, and I crush her mouth against mine.

Damn, I guess I was lying. I’ve really let her into my brain and now she’s trapped there, a torturous little thought banging against the walls holding it inside.

Blizzek gives me a puzzled look as we extract another penny-sized chunk of gold. We did hit it big, after all—big enough that I’ll be able to take a few months off after this trip. I should be thrilled about it, but instead, I’m lost in my thoughts.

“I thought you’d be happier,” he says, tossing another tiny nugget into our bag. We’ll split the profit fifty-fifty after taxes. Fucking taxes, heading straight up the pole to our idiot Grand Chieftain, sitting atop his throne of hides and teeth. “We hit a good one.”

“Yeah, it’s great,” I say absently, chiseling out another little piece. It’s difficult work, though, and my hands are finally starting to get tired.

“Get your head in the game, Raz. I can’t have my partner dozing off on the job.”

With a sigh, I try to refocus. I’ve got to stop thinking about the human with the pale skin and perfect breasts. “Right.”

“Thanks,” Blizzek says. “You’re never going to see her again, so stop thinking about it.”

I know that he’s right, and I don’t think I like it. But this is the way it should be.

I’m a troll, and she’s not. We can’t even speak the samelanguage. It could never happen the way it happens in my imagination, I know that for sure. So I try to push her out of my mind and get on with my work, pledging to find some good cunt next time I’m in the big city and finally forget about her.

Telise

“I’m sorry, youwhat?” Deleran tosses back some wine. He lent me some money to get back home after I finished up my hunt. “I can’t believe you’d let your guard down long enough to get captured.”

“I was a little distracted.”

“Right, you tried to take out two trollkin alone and almost got your ass whooped.” He narrows his eyes. “And then you, what, kissed him? On his big ugly mug?”

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