“Death, death, death!” the voices sounded once more. The all too familiar calls of the arena to which Bluthauer had made it back.

  “Death will come!” Nukzos announced, more than pleased. ‘But not for him, not in a thousand Midsummers! You had to wait and worry for a long time, but the best of the best is back home!’ The crowd’s cheers couldn’t have been louder, and puck’s words knew no bounds either. “From the deepest corners of the green hell that is called the Diamond Jungle, he has come back to us! He has survived the cruel rituals of the local troll tribes!” Nukzos listed, and after each special deed, an idolatrous ‘oh’ went through the crowd. ”He survived the treacherous ambush of the trolls! He was captured and, in sheer fear of him, they immediately let him go! For days on end, he fought his way through the endless thicket of the jungle, conquering even the most terrible beasts! He not only defies death in the arena, but everywhere! I present to you – BLOOD TUSK, the king of the jungle and tiki of death!”

  Uninjured and stronger than ever, with new, magnificent trollish armor, but with his trusted Bisento, Blood Tusk entered the sand of the Pit of Flesh. He didn’t let the crowd notice it, as he always did, but today their jubilant shower was like a soothing, cool rain on the muggiest days in the arena.

  “Who dares to challenge this god among mortals?” Nukzos asked, but somehow the puck sounded strange. It was as if he didn’t really believe what he was saying. ”I know! GIGANT, the Tough!”

  The entire arena was shaken by a repeated jolt as the opposite portcullis opened. The dark tunnel was just barely large enough for the monstrous, lizard-like mouth that pushed its way into the open. The stones around the gate crumbled and a king alligator tore down not only the tunnel but also the grandstand above it.

  For Blood Tusk, however, this was perfectly normal, as absurd as it seemed. He took up position and aimed his weapon at the enormous beast.

  Meanwhile, the destruction of the arena spread in both directions. However, it was not a big demolition, with a loud bang, but everything, from the stands to the spectators themselves, quietly crumbled to sand, until the ring was surrounded only by an impenetrable fog and it was nothing more than a floating chunk in the middle of nowhere.

  Finally, both opponents stormed towards each other at the same time. The king alligator stomped dull but unusually fast over the ground, while Bluthauer made a long and high jump after a little run-up, until his Bisento and the mouth of the beast met in the middle of the ring and everything went black.

  No shrines, no clashing of weapons, no blood. Instead, a soft hum arose, so quiet at first that it was impossible to tell if it was really there. However, it did not stop, because it was real and it contained the soothing sound of the care of a young female who had protected one of her children for days and nights.

  A decent campfire cast its light on the dark gray stone walls of a cave. It wasn’t big, but big enough to serve as a shelter and the entrance was covered by a self-made curtain of long banana leaves. Through the barren slits of the curtain, one could only see dull daylight, because outside, a gray night-midday prevailed in the Diamond Jungle.

  Next to the fire, on a bed of reeds, laid Blood Tusk. Just as the banana leaves served as a screen at the entrance, they were also wrapped around the sleeping giant’s various wounds as bandages. In the last few days, he hadn’t been paying much attention and only woke up briefly, so that he could be given water and pulpy food.

  He had received it from the strange female, whose vague contours were barely visible because she was sitting with her back to him, crushing something in front of her with a pestle. There were a few bowls next to her, all filled with either finished pastes or raw ingredients. She had turned her back on the gladiator, but with every slightest movement of him, she tilted her head a few millimeters to the side and she now paused.

  Slowly, Blood Tusk began to stir and his eyes were about to be opened. His injuries were numerous and some were still clearly visible, but some already showed clear signs of healing.

  The unknown female was crawling around on the edge of the fire, as if the flames were hiding her true form and so that she could keep a close eye on the awakening gladiator.

  Blood Tusk didn’t feel as miserable as he had after all those days of the narcotics, but he still grabbed his skull when he sat up. “What happened?”

  The female gave no answer and she bowed immediately as deeply as she could. She pressed her face firmly against her bow, with her hands in front of it, and her back was so straight and so far down as if she wanted to be even smaller than the gladiator’s feet. It was the pose of a troll submitting completely.

  Blood Tusk hadn’t really perceived the figure yet and had just thrown his question into the room. His sense of smell was the first to direct his suspicious gaze beyond the fire. “Are you one of them?”

  If one ignored the fact that the female was actually keeping herself small out of reverence and submissiveness, she didn’t understand a word of the common language. Nevertheless, her long ears twitched, because this strange language only strengthened her humility.

  “Ah, you don’t understand a word,” Blood Tusk assumed. At least the bowing posture reassured him, as he did not classify the female as an enemy or a threat. He also noticed the bandages on his body, and the pain was bearable for him, which surprised him. ”Did you do that?”

  Very carefully, the female squinted with her bright red eyes along her hands. She saw the looks at the bandages, but she remained inactive.

  As Blood Tusk had learned from the other trolls in the jungle, most of them didn′t understand him and he even more suspected that this was also the case here. With his hand, he motioned for the stranger to rise.

  At first, the female remained down, but then she gently raised her back so that she sat on her knees. Nevertheless, she remained slightly bent. The skin and fur plum of the stranger resembled a dark blueberry in color. Her hips were adorned with a typical loincloth, with very short, homemade leather shorts underneath. Her knees were covered with thick, protective leather, whereas her breasts, which looked a bit impractical, were only wrapped tightly in a brown cloth band with an X-shaped bow. She had painted trollish signs on her stomach and ribs, and her hairstyle made her look even wilder. She had a strip of hair on each side and in the middle of her head. The rest in between was completely shaved. The side parts were all tied into mini braids, but the narrow central part was only trimmed smoothly at the edges. Towards the back it was full and it fell shiny and sticky down over the neck of the female, as if her hair were wet or soaked in oil.

  “Did you do this?” Blood Tusk repeated his question patiently, pointing from her to his bandages.

  A barely noticeable nod came from the female. “Yes, I brought you here,” she replied in the troll language, avoiding looking the gladiator in the eye.

  Nodding as well, Blood Tusk pulled off one of the banana leaves where he felt hardly any pain anymore. On his dark skin, one could still clearly see a light spot where the healing process was underway, but there was no longer any scab or other wound residue.

  Although the female had been caring for the giant in the last few days, her eyes grew even larger when she saw no more wounds. “You must be descended from a tiki yourself,” she whispered meekly and bowed again. To say such a thing was an outrage, but at the same time it was a sign of the highest respect and the stranger had every reason to believe it.

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  “Why do you keep doing that?” Bloody Tusk grumbled when he saw the bow. ”Don’t do that.”

  The words of the male made the female flinch barely noticeably. To her, it sounded as if he was annoyed about something and she didn’t dare to move.

  Blood Tusk noticed that. “Come on,” he said, encouraging her with both hands to get up again.

  The female sat up again. “Haki,” she replied, patting her chest and then pointing at the gladiator.

  “Mh?”

  “Haki,” the female repeated with the same hand gesture. Trollish or common language, names were reasonably understandable.

  The giant imitated her movement. ’Blood Tusk.”

  “Blo-bo-Tuk,’ Haki tried. It sounded more bad than right and she continued to avoid looking the male in the eye.

  “Blood Tusk.”

  “Blo-tha-Tas.”

  The giant nodded. That would have to do for now. Nevertheless, the question remained for him as to what had happened and why he was being held by one of those jungle trolls in a cave again, although at least this time he was not in chains or dazed by intoxication. “What happened?” he asked very slowly. To do so, he first raised his shoulder before pointing to himself and then spreading his arms to the cave.

  This time Haki didn’t understand and she shrugged. When she saw the gladiator pointing at himself, imitating walking with his fingers and pointing at the cave wall, she nodded. She quickly crawled around the fire.

  Blood Tusk growled and hit the ground in front of him, making the female flinch. “I don’t trust you,” he said honestly, motioning for her to move slowly.

  Haki was unsettled because she didn’t know what to do or how to act. ‘Please forgive me,’ she apologized and instinctively moved more calmly, towards a generously filled cloak bag. From it, she took out a twisted, pointed tooth so large that it could pass for a short sword.

  She presented it to Blood Tusk submissively with outstretched hands, and he took the tooth, placing it next to his own long tusks for comparison. Both were about the same length. “Is that from a troll?”

  In answer to this question, Haki lifted the full bag and she emptied it out in front of her. It clattered, because now she had a small mountain of such teeth in front of her. “A magnificent haul.”

  Blood Tusk realized at the sight that the tooth certainly didn’t come from a troll. It must have been from one or more animals he had never seen before, although he had seen the source. He just couldn’t remember it.

  Haki stared at the pile of teeth with a slightly queasy feeling, because she had seen everything and individual impressions of the whole thing appeared before her mind’s eye.

  At the river, which he had devastated with his mighty powers, Blood Tusk had faced a king alligator. He had fought with it, beaten it with his bare fists, but the animal had fought back too. The lizard-giant had fought with its tail, snout and body. At one point, it had even had the gladiator in its mouth, which could normally crush even rhinos with ease, and the giant had managed to keep the huge jaws open with his arms and legs to escape this fate. In the end, Blood Tusk had ended the fight with one of the fallen, broken trees. He had rammed it into the ground and impaled the king alligator’s skull on it.

  Yes. In the eyes of Haki, this troll was no ordinary troll and she had been granted the mercy of meeting and attending him. It must have been a gift from the tiki, which was currently more than a good sign for her.

  Bluood Tusk, however, was just as clueless and at a loss as before, and to make matters worse, he could hardly communicate now. His wish, however, had remained the same and he wanted to go back to the arena. However, even if he couldn’t remember exactly what happened, the giant had to face an undeniable fact – his strength alone was not enough for the jungle and he couldn’t find his way around here. This made him growl and he was frustrated about everything.

  Haki took this disgruntled tone differently from the grumble from before. Next to the fire, there was a large bowl of roasted meat slices, although they were no longer hot. She took the bowl and offered it to the gladiator.

  More than suspicious, Bloody Tusk looked at the offered food. “Why are you being so kind to me?” he asked. Having experienced the trolls of the jungle, this unhostile behavior was unusual for him.

  Haki tilted her head to one side. She tapped her chin uncertainly before taking one of the slices of meat and eating it herself to show the troll that the food was not poisoned.

  At least the gesture was enough for Blood Tusk to take more than two whole hands full for himself. Even in a moment like this, however, alone, a stranger and wounded, the giant’s urges, unsatisfied for almost two weeks anyway, flared up and he laid his eyes on the female’s outstretched arms and ran along them.

  Apart from her, for her, certainly impractical, constricted bust, Haki had slightly longer arms and legs and her muscles were more clearly visible, although she was not disproportionately strong. The female was also more than flattered and honored that the extraordinary troll was giving her these looks. Since his hands and mouth were full, she put the bowl down. She saw the gladiator’s gaze, still alert but just as instinctive. It was a language for her, as it was for him, that didn’t need any words. Therefore, Haki peeled herself out of her chest bandage so that her voluptuous but firm flesh broke out forward.

  Chewing and with eyes glued to the female, Blood Tusk watched what was happening in front of him and how the female, with her back slightly bent, approached him, crawling. She stopped in front of him and waited for permission to touch him. Blood Tusk gave the female permission by curiously stroking her cheek.

  Haki opened her mouth to such a narrow slit that it was hard to tell if it was open at all. To her, it felt as if she was being touched by something she was not worthy of. Nevertheless, she crawled further and she lay down across the gladiator’s legs so that her breasts fell between his thighs like two ripe, slightly too large oranges in a bowl. She pushed her hands and head under the gladiator’s loincloth, where she enclosed his warm, flaccid glans and simultaneously put her lips over the tip.

  It hadn’t even really begun and yet a more than pleasant, relaxed gasp escaped from Blood Tusk. From below, the scent of the female rose into his nose, but he didn’t know this smell, while many others could have named the mixture of vanilla and banana. Nevertheless, he liked this note very much and he reached for the female’s head.

  For Haki, the renewed touch alone was a blessing that made her eyes flutter. Her thoughts raced and her heart beat up to her throat at the prospect of mating with this troll. All the more vigorously she massaged the root of his trunk and she pushed her head further forward to suck the gladiator’s growing glans as deeply as she could.

  You could never have called Blood Tusk horny, because sex was simply part of his routine in many ways. That’s why he was as hot for it as he was, and the female also managed to make him feel almost like he did in the arena. The stone of the cave around him, a fire next to him and a soft floor under him.

  Haki borrowed one of her hands. With it, she went on to herself, so that she could not only tie her apron, but also loosen her shorts. Without interrupting the laborious work with her mouth, the female lay down on her side so that she could pull her shorts off her ass and legs.

  The more than welcome sight of the hairless lips brought Blood Tusk’s hand from the stranger’s head between her slightly wet thighs. He rubbed only briefly over the moist skin folds, since he immediately devoted himself to the Venus mound and gave the female first joys of anticipation.

  This made Haki’s head snap back and forth all the faster and more energetically. In addition, her increasing desire ensured that her restraint in front of the supposedly divine troll disappeared and she behaved more freely and naturally. Therefore, she didn’t wait for permission when she pushed her free hand between her legs as well and fingered herself.

  This went on for a while, with Blood Tusk and the female pleasuring each other. However, when he realized that Haki was melting between her legs and becoming increasingly restless, just as Blood Tusk’s cock was about to erupt, he briefly interrupted the game between the two.

  With a jolt, Haki suddenly found herself sitting on the gladiator’s lap, her pubic bone pressing the giant’s extremely vividly throbbing swelling against him. She moved up and down a bit, so that her moist lips sucked against the underside of the shaft as if with a kiss.

  With the female sitting on his lap, the two were at eye level, but Blood Tusk didn’t look at the moaning Haki for long. He preferred to devote himself to her breasts and plunge his whole face into the soft mounds: nibbling, kissing and licking. He also reached over with one hand and kneaded the magnificent flesh.

  Haki threw her head back with a swing and her mouth wide open. In the same move, she threw her head forward again and drove her teeth into the gladiator’s muscular shoulders. She sought support by pressing her hands powerfully onto the male’s back and driving her sharp fingernails into his flesh.

  Blood Tusk took advantage of this movement and lifted the female up so that his tail was enveloped by her pleasure cavity. Now he didn’t care about anything else. The main thing was that he could feel Haki’s muscles, her firm breasts, her energetic bite and that tempting mating scent.

  Haki was also more than just fully satisfied and her thoughts were similar to those of the gladiator. The female’s hips began a demanding ride, during which she pressed her bent knees firmly against the sides of the giant so that she would not slip off him.

  Blood Tusk wouldn’t have let her go anyway, since he held her tight ass with one hand while he let himself be ridden and sank into her soft mound with delightful bites.

  Once wouldn’t be the end. This coupling didn’t just go from this afternoon until the deepest night. Even the rising sun wouldn’t be able to tame the trolls’ urges, and their lust would continue, with minimal interruptions in between, almost until the afternoon of the next day.