Page 66 of The Lands Defying
I do not want to meet a troll.
“Relax, little wolf. There is no one here—” he’s cut off by a loud, growly chuffing sound, like the one back at the cave, and we all freeze in place.
“You were saying,” I growl quietly at Darius, but in the next second, I choke on it as beings start appearing out of the rocks, seemingly coming out of nowhere.
I watch in horror as more and more are seen, and by the time I blink at the tall creatures, we find ourselves fully surrounded.
“Fucking trolls,” Leo mutters as Josh looks over at me, worry written all over his face.
Darius steps up beside me, standing tall, like he’s about to take them all on and get me out of here.
But even I don’t think we can do anything, as there has to be at least forty of them, if not more.
Fuck.
They circle us, caging us within them and I can’t help but look them over, even though I feel a slight shake to my legs.
They’re tall, at least over seven feet, and their skin is a dusty beige, almost the same color as the rocks and boulders down here, making it easy for them to blend in. I look toward the one that’s moving closer to us, my heart beating wildly in my chest the closer it gets.
The muscles in its biceps bulge, even as they hang by his side, and his chest is rock-solid. I move my gaze up to its mouth, and the tusks peeking out from the sides of it. They are whitein color, but have dark patterns on them that must be in their own language. The troll has no hair on its head, its ears slightly pointed and my eyes move down when he reaches a few feet away from me.
Darius shifts at my side, stepping slightly in front of me as I look at its huge feet. Six toes and what looks like spurs circling his ankles which makes an impression in the ground. The troll makes another chuffing sound, this one deeper, and that’s when my eyes move up to the fucking monster between its legs.
Hislegs.
It’s soft against his thigh, but with my attention on it, it starts to slowly thicken and rise. I can’t look away, the warning that the others uttered fleeting from my mind because I have never seen anything like this before, and I think that’s the whole point.
My gaze moves over the bumps he now has on his fully, erect cock. The hair at the base is surprisingly groomed, with an array of small, colorful flowers nestled into them. His heavy set of balls are hairless, large, and smooth, just like the rest of him, and I watch as his tip leaks a scary amount of thick fluid.
“Don’t look at his cock.” Damian says quietly.
“I’m not looking at his cock,” I reply.
“You’re looking at his cock!”Josh whispers frantically down the link.
“I’m not!”
But I am. Oh Gods, I am.
The noise that leaves the troll next, like a quieter war cry, startles me from my staring and my head snaps up to his eyes, all white with just a black dot in the center. His gaze is pinned on me, and I swallow when his small nostrils flare.
Umm…
They told me not to look at a troll’s cock, and I looked at a troll’s cock and now we are all fucked because he looks at me likeI’m something he wants. And I don’t want him to look at me like I’m something he wants!
The troll takes a step forward, making a clicking sound, and I tense, feeling the others doing the same. We all reach for our blades slowly as the other trolls around us start stomping their feet, the dusty floor causing little flutters to circle where they stand. Nerves thrum through me as the troll in front of me bends his knees, and we prepare ourselves for an attack, to defend ourselves.
Just when I retrieve my blade from my hip, the troll starts to…dance?
I still, my mouth agape as he bounces up and down in his slightly crouched position before rising and swaying his hips. He then begins thrusting forward violently, the fluid from his cock spraying forward in a splash. I jump back, my eyes wide, not wanting his thick, gray substance on me. I stare at the liquid in shock on the ground, following the trail back to his cock, my jaw still on the floor as I watch as he swings that monster from side to side, the flowers in his pubic hair seemingly vibrating with the movement.
All I can do is stare, flabbergasted as the stomping of the trolls surrounding us intensifies. We stay still, no one making a move as we are now all staring opened-mouthed, watching this troll do some sort of fucked up cock dance for us.
For me.
The troll suddenly slams his palms on the ground, and I flinch as rocks come to the surface out of nowhere. The troll grabs some small rocks in his hands, straightening to his full height and then begins to rub the smooth rocks over his body, his eyes closing as if he’s in immense pleasure. He grunts, and more of that fluid spurts from his cock, that thing twitching. His hips start pumping, slow and sensual while making a chuffing noise,and his thick thighs bend, going lower as he pleases himself with the rubbing.
His eyes open suddenly, and pin me to the spot as the rocks crumble in his palms. Then he brings his hand down to his huge cock, gripping it tightly and starts to move his hips back and forth, thrusting into his hand.
