The pucks always took care of everything, especially when it came to making money, no matter how small. That’s why they had pitched a tent that stood a little apart in the camp - bare, but densely grown, wooden vines had also been erected around it.

  The interior had been adapted to Trollish needs as best as possible and a Troll hand was currently lighting thin candles in front of the prayer stones of Haruk’Zil. Prayer stones from other tiki had been placed in a box and smoking incense sticks were already scattered around the tent, bringing a beguiling scent of wild roses into the air. One corner of the tent was curtained and everything was ready and as perfect as it could be

  Zu’ji bowed her head in obedience to one of Haruk’zil’s rocks when she heard someone approaching. She had dressed herself spiritually and handsomely for the night and she leaned against a high table. She spread her arms out so that her hands on each side served as support and she had the entrance in view.

  There, Blood Tusk pushed the leather aside, only to remain still after letting go and looking at the strange, unusually dressed female.

  Disbelief overcame Zu’ji for a breath and her heart beat faster. To see this troll from so close, an ancestor, was nothing less than a gift from her tiki. She was convinced of that. “I’m not scaring you, am I?” she smirked brashly, speaking in the common tongue. After that, her heartbeat calmed down again too.

  “No.”

  “I wasn’t sure. I understand this is your first real contact with your roots,” Zu’ji said. Of course she puts on a good show, with her skimpy hipster skirt and slightly spread legs, but she didn’t give it all away. “And that’s very unfortunate.”

  “Why?”

  “Because it’s a loss.”

  “Why?”

  A wan smile crossed Zu’ji’s lips. “I was told that you are a male of few words,” she mentioned. Her being here was not for teaching and that would have taken much more time anyway. Nevertheless, she was patient and benevolent. “A quality that is far too rarely appreciated and practiced.”

  “That wasn’t an answer.”

  “No, you’re right,” Zu’ji nodded and she beckoned the giant closer with her finger. “Is it enough for you if I tell you that I think you are something very special?”

  Blood Tusk nodded with satisfaction. “Not the first time I’ve heard that,” he replied and slowly moved closer. The giant wondered exactly what kind of female this was. She didn’t strike him as his typical prize, but neither was she likely one of the trolls who had paid for a night with him. Her getup was too strange for that, as none had ever done that “Why do you look like that?”

  “Few words, but chosen words,” Zu’ji said and she clutched her heart. “Without fear, without doubt. You would address even the tiki directly, as you would any mortal.”

  “Tiki, that’s what the one troll said before the fight,” Blood Tusk remembered, but he didn’t quite like the female’s manner. “But you always bring up more questions than answer the previous ones.”

  The giant continued towards Zu’ji, but she stopped him with her right hand on his stomach. “You’re used to females who don’t talk much. Isn’t that how it is?” It wasn’t as if she had much strength, even though she was a slightly larger female than the others.

  Nevertheless, Blood Tusk paused in front of her. He looked at her hand and followed her arm up to her eyes. “None are interested in my words. Pleasure, and often my seed, is all they want.”

  “Understandable, but I’m a little different and not just because of how I look,” Zu’ji said. Her hand slid higher, the large troll leaning towards her slightly so that she could cup his chin. “However, I would like you to look similar. May I prepare you up as I please?”

  “It has something to do with these tiki, right?” Blood Tusk guessed as he cupped his hand to his chin and pressed his nose against it, sniffing.

  “Exactly, and it would make me very happy,” Zu’ji confirmed softly. She could have simply threatened the giant with her trunk, but she had much more in mind for him and needed his trust. “And I bet you’ll like the result.”

  “You paid for me, right?”

  “I did.”

  “But you don’t want to mate with me, you want to paint me?” asked Blood Tusk, holding out his hand. He ran it along the uncovered underside of her breasts.

  Zu’ji let him do it, as long as he didn’t grab too hard. “One thing at a time,” she said promisingly as she grabbed him by a tusk and gently pulled him further down towards her. She stimulatingly licked her own little tusks and breathed. “But I promise you, this will be a night you’ll never forget. Just follow my words and my hands.”

  The female’s promises made Bluood Tusk’s blood boil and he slipped his hand briefly under the cover to grasp the plump mountain. The female grinned at him, but then she shook her head and he retrieved his hand. “Then begin.”

  “With pleasure,” Zu’ji grinned happily. First, however, she extinguished some torches and lamps in the tent, creating a relaxed atmosphere in the semi-darkness. She removed her robe while the giant took a seat between a pile of cushions.

  With paints, fresh blood, oil and bony chains, Zu’ji used the next hour quietly to shape and bless the ancestor in the spirit of her tiki.

  Blood Tusk was used to silence, where he would sit or lie for hours just for himself. After mating, some females liked to linger in his arms, but this was different. No one had ever done this or anything with him without at least exchanging a few words.

  Zu’ji, however, remained silent at all times, which inadvertently earned her sympathy from the giant. All her concentration was on perfection and preparation. “Now you’re a sight for all the trolls and certainly the tiki too,” she praised herself. Light-footed and with a seductive sway of her hips, she fetched a large bowl of clear water. “Look.”

  “Mhh,” Blood Tusk murmured. Seeing himself like this, with strange lines on his face, handprints on his chest and symbols on his arms, didn’t do much for him. “The pucks don’t even try half as hard when I’m supposed to be an eye-catcher for the spectators.”

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  “I’ll take that as a great compliment,” Zu’ji smirked and she leaned forward open-heartedly. She gently stroked the already dried colors. “And you don’t even begin to mean as much to these greedy doormats as you do to me.”

  “I mean a lot to you? Why?”

  “So much,” Zu’ji bit her lips as she dived in front of him. She freed the fighter’s still limp but warm glans from under his skimpy apron and placed her hands on his shaft and testicles.

  “Mhrrr, I understand,” Blood Tusk said, pleased. He didn’t know that the female had meant anything else. For him, however, mating was also significant. He rubbed his large hands over the voluptuous herb witch’s back as he felt more than just her hands between his legs. Her tongue and sucking mouth also made his eyes flutter.

  “Hold back,” Zu’ji mumbled, neatly encircling the shaft. “Enjoy it and let me do it. I’ll guide you, all night.”

  One fist clenched over the female’s back, pressing it against her skin, but he didn’t interfere too much with her foreplay. Her lips went halfway over his growing cock and the feeling of his bulging testicles in her lightly squeezing hand was pure release. All the stress of the journey, the new impressions he had to process and the agony melted away as she blew him.

  Zu’ji pampered him for minutes and minutes and, despite her duty, she naturally enjoyed it too. She testified to this with her muffled sounds and her nose puffing. She had been tasting more than a few drops of the trollish semen on her tongue for some time and she was sure it was time. “Do you like that?”

  “Yes, I want more. I want you,” the gladiator nodded his heavy head, in which there was certainly not a drop of blood.

  “You will have me,” Zu’ji promised him. She stood up and led the troll with her, in front of the overcast tent area. “Stay right here.” When she saw that the troll and its enormous, glistening wet acorn obeyed her word, she disappeared between the curtains.

  Soft rustling and footsteps told Blood Tusk that a very soft fur was probably waiting there. But why should he stand here? No female had ever put on such a show for him, and what a show it was, as he was presented with a spectacle he had never seen before.

  The curtain lifted and Zu’ji stood to one side. The center, however, was taken by another masked female troll. Her face was covered by the bones of a snake and although she did not quite match Zu’ji’s body in fullness and size, she was dressed identically to her and the giant.

  This astonished Blood Tusk and his already pent-up lust swelled even further. It was only when he saw snakes between the masked woman’s feet, on her shoulders and around her breasts that he was briefly unsure. However, the animals seemed harmless.

  “See?” Zu’Ji presented her guest, paying equally loving attention to one of the snakes. “I told you I’d lead you, and now, I’ll lead you to her.”

  The one disguised by the skull was Suara. Her nervousness was great and her body tense, but she had listened with delight, spiked and made it her own.

  “Right here,” Zu’ji said. Her hand went between the more than damp legs of the priestess female, getting her fingers properly wet. Although Suara turned her head to the side, she could not suppress a gasp and Zu’ji’s wet fingers stroked up to the painted belly. Neither Zu’ji nor the giant had these symbols on their bodies. “She has long been denied the blessing of a whelp, but you will change that tonight.”

  In the end, it always came down to two things, but Bluood Tusk was not angry about that. He only saw himself confirmed in his world and approached the females. However, a fleeting doubt sprouted in him after the pucks had warned him about trouble with the wild troll tribes. “Many females have already lain with me because of this, but you are different. You belong to these tribes, don’t you? Should I mate with you two then?”

  “Absolutely,” Zu’ji brushed aside any doubts. She placed herself between Suara and the warrior, facing him. She skillfully stretched her arms forwards and backwards to stimulate both trolls between her legs. “For years her mate has denied her a whelp, yet her womb is full of desire and life. He doesn’t treat her well and often leaves her alone for long periods, and even if all that wasn’t true, she’s still yours. Out here, the strongest blood always prevails in the end.”

  This time Blood Tusk couldn’t keep his hands to himself and he grabbed the herb witch by her shoulders. The enticing mating scent of both females assailed him, causing him to growl throatily. “I want her and I will give her everything she wants.”

  Before it began, Zu’ji couldn’t help herself. She leaned towards the giant to press her sniffing nose against his chest with a moan. “But you mustn’t take her mask off,” she remarked. She brought the thick, throbbing glans in her hand to her lap so that the cock covered in pre-cum rubbed along her slippery cleft.

  The urges gained the upper hand, with everyone. Suara lay more hesitantly against Zu’ji from behind, but he bit gently into her neck.

  Blood Tusk was about to push his glans into the herb witch and enclose her in this triangle.

  Zu’ji felt the tip of his cock plunge inside her, overwhelmed by the stimulating bite into her shoulder. Her blood spiced up the smells in the air and only at the very last moment did she manage to skillfully slip away from the two fiery trolls.

  Suara fell longingly into the gladiator’s powerful arms and was locked in a protective but desirous embrace. It was pure lust, but never before had Suara been touched so willingly by her own male, let alone desired. She wasn’t ugly in the least and had often been the active part, but that didn’t matter now. Her womb burned, additionally fueled by an intoxicating concoction given to her by the herb witch.

  The snakes still clinging to the body of the female priest took advantage of the new bridge and moved across the giant’s arms. If he had been skeptical before, he now completely ignored the animals as they hoisted themselves into his ear and wriggled over him.

  Extremely satisfied, Zu’ji wiped his own blood from his shoulder and tasted it. Seeing how eagerly the two gave themselves to each other and sank hastily into the comfortable furs only made her heart beat faster. Her plan was beginning to bear fruit, which only strengthened her faith in Haruk’Zil even more.

  Suara wasted no time and swiftly scratched the gladiator’s shoulder blades very bloody as he penetrated her and fucked her to death. Every bit of doubt, every bit of restraint from before, vanished from her thoughts.

  Still, Zu’ji watched over the union even more than she fully enjoyed it. Every snake on the ground crawled to the herb witch and climbed up her legs. She took it as a reward and a good sign from her tiki that one of them slithered almost agonizingly slowly over her swollen labia. Soon her upper body was occupied by all four snakes. “You are so good,” she said and kissed one of the snakes. She wasn’t worried about those either, about prying eyes. Hours earlier, the animals had sent all the scouts around the Puck camp into a deep sleep with their magical bites. “You’ve earned yourselves a little reward. All the other snakes will envy you.”

  Completely lost in their intoxication and unaware of the words, Blood Tusk and Suara fucked each other without restraint. The male thrust his hips so powerfully against the female priest’s lap that she clamped her legs around his pelvis.

  This was a good position for Zu’ji. Holding a bowl and a ritual knife in Haruk’zil’s form, she went to her knees at the mating hips. Without making a face, she inflicted a cut in her hand and placed it on the ancestor’s rump. Whispering, she recited a mantra of the all-seeing serpent before giving the giant an insignificant wound on his thigh.

  For Blood Tusk, it was the same feeling as Suara’s scratching. He didn’t realize how his blood flowed into the bowl. The massaging fingers of Zu’ji on his testicles gave him all the more pleasure.

  “Show us the way,” the herb witch whispered sensually. Despite the rapid movements, she was able to fill the bowl to the brim and set it down at a safe distance. “Show her that I’m telling the truth.”

  Blood Tusk was far too much in his element to really hear the herb witch’s words and he was close to his first orgasm.

  When the ecstasy broke the last limits, Suara tore the mask off her face of her own accord. “Give me a whelp at last!” she pleaded with tears and desire. She would never let the unclean troll go now.

  It wasn’t only Blood Tusk who was driven mad by the priestess’s desire.

  Zu’jis had done her work and her instincts became too strong. The plump, tall female lay kissing and scratching at the gladiator’s massive back. “Hurry up!” she whispered shakily in his ear. “Make her pregnant and then take me.”

  A final, conquering thrust of the hips came from Bluood Tusk. All his dams broke and his glans thickened. Thrust after thrust of his hot seed filled Suara’s pleasure cave and also brought her over the threshold of climax.

  At the same time, Zu’ji bit into the gladiator’s shoulder and she felt the pulsation of his testicles and arm muscles with her fingers.