The Troll Under the Bridge.

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For Ashkeyana0418 and C G Raven read along and hopefully enjoy

He stood a hulking seven foot, weighed 180 stone, broad of shoulder, and the most handsome of his species. That being said and the fact that he was a troll meant he was one of the most hideous beings to roam the surface of the earth. Far be it from me to frighten the young damsels I will leave the gruesome details of his appearance to your imagination.

How and where shall I begin……………….Why at the beginning of course. Crush his father came home that day limping, scared, and bruised, He bellowed to Foul Moth his wife.

“Send the boy in now, you foul mouth wench”

That is all he had called her since the lads naming day 110 years ago. A 110 he was just a pup but it had to be done. He waited impenitently until at last the lad appeared, and Crush had to admit, if only to himself, the lad had all the physical requirements to take over the family business. The boy was hideous beyond belief, and his voice was deep and raspy, the mere sight of him would make an ogre tremble in fear.

“Old Man who beat you with a stick.”

Damn Billy Goats again”

There was a pause a silence descended on the room only broken by the flies that buzzed around Crush’s head.

“You will take over the family business as of tomorrow Percy”

Percy cringed at the sound of his own name for it was so un-troll like yet that is what he was saddled with for Foil Mouth his mother had given it to him on his naming day.

“But……………””

whack

”Tomorrow”

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The next morning Percy settled under the bridge. He knew all there was to know about the family business extort a toll from all who would cross. The morning had been slow a Knight errant who refused to pay well Percy could sell the horse and armor as the late knight had no further need for them. Then their was the curdled friar who had the good sense to pay. I was now late afternoon and none had been by sinse 1:30. Percy was getting a bit bored so he took the forbidden thing from his travel bag. He cast specious glances around , snarled and nashed his teeth for effect then went with it to the shadows under the bridge.

 

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Lady Kethry was a true little beauty in every sense of the word. She we petite and yet curvy, with long flowing golden hair and bright blue eyes. One of four sisters, she was the baby, the favorite, the angle. Men flocked from all around to be near her, smell her sweet perfume and hear her musical laugh, but no one had yet to capture the maiden's heart.

Today would be a special day for Kethry. Having just celebrated her 18th birthday she was thrilled to learn that her father was taking them all to visit a relative which happened to be one of her favorite cousins. The family filled into their lovely carriage, on plump plush cushions and set off on their trip, unknowingly having to pass over the ugly troll's bridge.

Kethry chatting happily with her sisters. They gossiped about men, parties and fashions. From time to time, Kethry would lean out and enjoy the scenery...always a fan of nature's beauty.

Elizabeth giggled and practically jumped up and down in her seat. "I wonder how our Ian is doing, Kethry. He must be all grown up by now."

Kethry smiled, "Yes...he probably is all grown by now." She agreed. The carriage slowed and she wondered if perhaps her father needed a rest. Pocking her head out of the window, she looked up at his figure and called to him. "Is everything alright, father?"

 

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Percy was lost to time and place as he perused the forbidden object, he almost missed the telltale rumble of the approaching carriage. He swung a massive hand on to the bridge. He could already hear the horse slowing.

"Is everything alright, father?"

That voice was as sweet as a summer breeze and it touched something in Percy. Quickly he shook off a most unlike troll thought and heaved himself on to the bridge. At the mere sight of him the horse screamed in horror the groom and drive paled ashen and the Lord drew his sword.

Percy swung a mighty fist and knocked a horse senseless and it crumpled to the deck of the bridge in trace. That coach would not be going anywhere in a hurry now. The driver and groom leaped from the4 box and ran back down the road for dear life and as fast as their legs would carry them. That only left the little old man and his sword and the as yet unseen occupants of the coach.

“A sword, Humph”

and quicker than the eye could blink the troll snapped it in two with his massive jaws.

“Toll, you owe toll little man,…………..How many you?”

Percy gave the little man his most blood curdling look

Everyone out or I eat you now little man.

Percy was astounded by the beauties that emerged from the coach. And his eye fell fleetingly on the petite golden haired beauty.

“ONE…..TWO…Ah…….Batard”

“ONE…..TWO……..Three………”

The trolls eyes rolled in his head and his eyes had a befuddled look

One,two,three,four,five………….There are five of us you IDIOT

Screamed the little man

“What is the toll?”


Percy merely pointed at the golden haired girl.

“HER”

he paused.

“Rest go on or I eat five …… little man”


Percy bellishted then licked his lips to punctuate his demand.

 

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Kethry's eyes widened in shock. Her sisters wailed and clung to one another, but she stood off to the side. Her father looked ready to die of fright himself. He cast a horrid look at Kethry who only took stock of the troll. Somehow the beast didn't scare her. He was big, he was ugly, he was perhaps... a little dim witted or perhaps just lacked education. She didn't know, she didn't care, but she didn't want her family to die for her sake.

"I have money, please, spare my daugther! Let us pass and I will pay in gold." Her father begged, but the troll would not have it. He snarled and her father shrank back.

Kethry clenched her delicate hands against the material of her soft blue dress. "Father, go." She said.

Her father shook his head, "I will not leave you here. You are my daugther!"

She smiled at him, her eyes soft and loving. "I do not want you to die for me. Take the girls and go, Father. I love you all. I will be alright."

She hushed her sisters and pushed them back into the carriage and hugged her father. "Please go, Father." She whispered and held back the tears that threatened to clog her throat.

Now alone, she watched her family leave. She stood stock still, not knowing what to do next. She had saved her brave words for her family, but inside she quivered with fear. Her gaze remained fixed to the ground and she clasped her hands together nervously. What would happen now?

 

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Percy looked at her as the family coach rapidly departed the stun horse having regained its senses. Despite the resolve of the little man and his avowed declaration that he would not leave her ther three sisters wasted no time in reentering the coach and the little man his snapped sword by his side lashed the horses and they departed at breakneck speed

Now Percy turned his attention to the diminutive figure that stood before him. He cocked his massive head studying her closely. She we petite and yet there was a sinuous curve to her form, quite classic really the perfect Pacidelies curve, everything in balance, her breasts where small but ample for her form, her waist narrow, her hips full and quite seductive. Her head crowned with long flowing golden hair, like ripe summer wheat and bright blue eyes, so bright, so deep you could drown in them.

He shook his head tried his hardest to look even more furious and hideous then he normal was. He jutted out his jaw, his yellow green eyes where on fire as he howled his best blood curdling howl. Percy knew what must be done he must eat her and leave her bones as a warning

“What your……….. name……………….. girl”

He tried his best to form the words; it was so very hard, not like in the forbidden thing.

“Me must………….. eat………. you.”

And with that he threw the hapless girl over his shoulder and slung them both below the bridge where a waiting caldron was on the boil.

“Take clothes ………………off they………………… ruin soup”

Again the halting slurred speech.

 

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She shrank back with a horrified gasp. "I will do no such thing!" She responded, "Eat me! That's...that's..." she sputtered with the words, trying to keep her swirling mind from blacking out in sheer terror. "BARBERIC!"

She let out a little squeek when he made a move to grab her and circled the caldron. "NO!" She wailed, clutching at her dress, "I will NOT be your dinner, you beast!"

 

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“I will do no such thing!"………….."Eat me! That's...that's..." …………………"BARBERIC!"

She was fire and ice, golden ringlets and artic blue eyes, she sputtered and fumed and backed around the caldron. Percy massive hand swept threw the air. He had not real intent on striking the diminutive beauty.

She let out a little squeak and circled the caldron.

"NO!"………………………. "I will NOT be your dinner, you beast!"

She clutched her blue dress to her and it hiked delightfully up her shapely legs and Percy was oddly attracted to her. In one swift motion he grasped her around the waist and drew her up to him so they where face to face.

[color=lime green] NAME GIRL……….TAKE DRESS OFF.[/color]

Percy was at his most threatening when the unthinkable happened, from his matted hair dropped the forbidden object. He knew as soon as it happened and there was nothing to do about it. He was ruined a disgrace to his family and clan, for there on the grown lay a book of poetry, and love sonnets.

He blushed deeply, that is if trolls are capable of blushing. He sit the golden haired beauty down on her dainty feet and slumped to a dark corner under the bridge.

He was ruined like wise his family and the elders would surely take away the family’s bridge and then what.

 

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Kethry was startled, having thought that she was about to meet her death when the giant scooped her up and commanded her again to take off her clothing. Then he stopped when something had fallen out of his hair. She watched in fascination as his look changed from fearsome to...embarrassment? She couldn't believe it. Shocked, she just stood there a moment when he moved away. Looking down, she spotted a book and looked to the shadows of the bridge for a sign that he would attack or strike.

Always being a curious one, she slowly bent down and picked up the book. It was surprisingly small and light for such a creature. She studied the blank leather front and back and then ever so slowly opened it. Her eyes widened a fraction and her soft, pink mouth form an 'o' as her delicate fingers traced over his words. Poetry! She adored poetry and this...this TROLL had written the most beautiful enchanting words.

She smiled, not being able to contain her joy at such a find...which was odd considering he wanted to strip her naked and plop her into a boiling caldron and eat her.

Kethry tried to make out his face as she took a small step toward him. Hesitating, but finally spoke, "My name is Kethry...and this is beautiful work. Did you write it yourself?"

 

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"My name is Kethry...and this is beautiful work. Did you write it yourself?"


“Yes I wrote it much to my shame Mistress Kethry”

Percy’s voice was deep and guttural, his appearance still hideous, but the halting words that issued from his mouth where soft almost genteel, when you realized after all he was a troll.


“Yes that is my shame and now mistress Kethry I have failed my family and we shall lose our business.”

Being only large and hideous on the outside but processed of a quick and agile mind Percy sighed. Drawing out the contract from the troll elders he pointed out that when ever a new troll in a family took over the family business they where required to eat a virgin within the first 24 hours or the family would lose their right to the bridge.

“So you can see that I am not only a failure as a poet, something quite forbidden to trolls, but as a Troll as well……………..”

If only I could have eaten you all would have been well ……………are you sure you won’t reconsider Mistress Kethry?”

Beast in Hell what was he thinking of a Lordling’s daughter would consent to be eaten.

 

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He had called her Mistress Kethry and asked her if she wouldn't mind reconsider being eaten! Like a gentleman...only the question was obsured! Who in their right mind would want to be eaten. She almost laughed, but contained herself and shook her head slightly. "No...I really do not want to die today. I am sorry...I wish there were some other way to help. I'd gladly do just about anything so that you would not loose your business." She sighed and moved away, pacing around the caldron with his book in hand. She flipped another page over and read to herself, thinking as she went. Only this time, she found herself blushing. Not only were the words beautiful, but this time they described another sort of feast and had a small illustrated picture of a man's face hidden between the legs of a woman obviously in the throws of passion.

Closing the book, she tried to study her captor in the shadows. "What is your name?" She asked softly.

 

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No...I really do not want to die today. I am sorry...I wish there were some other way to help. I'd gladly do just about anything so that you would not loose your business."

Merriment danced in her bright sky blue eyes. Percy marveled at how one moment the could be deep sea blue the next, azure sky blue and then at times the most fetching shade of lavender as they where at this very moment,. Again he cocked his massive head and wondered at the crimson flush of her pale cheek then he saw where her gaze lay in his book. God if not eating this maiden was not bad enough, she stood there with the forbidden thing in her hands. Then he knew what she had seen.

“Percy my name is Percy Mistress Kethry”

Now most folks thought as trolls as being slow and dimwitted, a misconception that trolls fostered. Much to the undoing of their victims because by the time they deduced the truth they where the main course for the evening meal. For in reality Trolls could move quite swiftly and where surprisingly agile. Well the dim witted part unfortunately was the norm.

In one swift, graceful moment Kethry found herself setting on Percy huge thigh and knee his hair arms gentle around her and the book open to the page that had caused her to blush.

“Mistress Kethry What does it mean Ill manger la beau femme.?”


Percy could not help but notice that Kethry skirt had ridden up to revel her most shapely legs all the way to her firm upper thighs.


“Mam your legs are most appealing………..but really what does Ill manger la beau femme.?”

 

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She blushed even more, trying to push down her skirts, but was firmly sitting on most of them to get anywhere. Finally she sighed and avoided Percy's look. "Well...um...if I'm thinking correctly, Ill manger la beau femme means he's eating the pretty or beautiful woman." She replied softly and sat, waiting anxiously. "Why do you ask?"

 

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There was a stirring deep within Percy’s loins as Kethry wiggled her petite derrière on his leg. He noticed the furious blush as the golden haired beauty desperately tried to cover her shapely legs.

Then in a soft voice she began to speak

Well...um...if I'm thinking correctly, Ill manger la beau femme means he's eating the pretty or beautiful woman."

Really…………………………………. eating her”

Percy scathed his head his brow wrinkled as he was deep in thought; the flies buzzed away, and there almost appeared to be smoke rising from his pointed ears.

“Kethry she seems to be enjoying it and she is not dead look turn the page.”


And sure enough the young woman in the picture was kissing the man and appeared quite alive and happy. Percy’s eyes lighted, a lamp almost appear above his head, an idea took form. Quickly he reached into a small sliver box and drew out what appeared to be a contract.

“Look, Look, Kethry all it say is he must eat a fair young damsel………………… not that he must kill her.”


There was a long pause then very shyly and hesitantly Percy spoke.

Kethry you said I wish there were some other way to help. I'd gladly do just about anything so that you would not loose your business."

There was hope in fear in the shy troll’s eyes as he waited her reply.

 

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She shut the book up with a snap and squirmed. Finally she spoke, her voice still soft, but holding a slight tremor of nerves. "You mean...you mean to do what that man was doing to the woman? You mean...to e-eat me as such?" She asked, but needed no answer. The look in Percy's eyes said it all.

Speechless now, she only sat there. To be killed and actually eaten or to let this Troll have his way with her...eating her in an entirely different way. The thought swirled in her mind and yet made her body tingle to life. He was so big and she was so small...but after all, he wasn't proposing to actually defile her...only 'eat' her and fulfill the contract to keep the family business going. She had also told him she would help and Kethry had always kept her promises.

After what seemed like an eternity, she blew out a breath and nodded, "Well...I did say that...so well, alright then. You may...um...'eat' me and then you will let me go?"

 

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Percy was amazed she had consented, Mistress Kethry had said yes. Granted she had snapped the book close and her pink flush was now a deep rose color.

Percy massive hand easily circled Kethry’s waist, he lifted her gently, and set her tenderly on her dainty feet. Come to think of it there was a bit of an auburn hue to Percy’s hair coat at this moment. He cleared his throat

“As you wish Mistress Kethry you may leave afterwards if that is your hearts desire.”


Percy had tried his best to make his voice sound soft yet it still was the gruff tones of the troll that he was.

“Mistress Kethry do you require assistance removing your garments, or would you prefer that I avert my gaze?’

Almost before he had the words out of his mouth Percy knew how absurd that must sound here he had just told this petite beauty to strip naked ………………Damn what a bubbling twit he was. What must she think of him?

 

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Although nervous and out of sorts with the situation, she found herself smiling. From threatening to eat her family and boil her alive to speaking as softly and politely as possible and writing beautiful poetry, Percy was an amazing creature.

Still, she had never been with a man...never mind a Troll and now she was about to bare herself to him. With small, strembling hands she began to fumble with the buttons of her dress. Looking down at her task, she replied. "I-I can do this Percy..."

After a few false starts, Kethry had the buttons of her dress undone. She clutched at the material for a moment and cast Percy a nervous and slightly frightened look. Then he watched her push the material over her shoulders. Her arms came next, then she wiggled her hips and let the blue material fall to the ground. Standing in her modest undies, she fumbled again with the buttons and assortment of ties.

Kethry wasn't sure she could blush anymore, but when she pushed the remains of her garments away and wiggled out of them, standing there completely naked, she flesh her whole body turn pink...crossing her arms over her breasts, she peaked at Percy from under lashes. "OK...I think I'm ready."

 

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Kethry’s pink hue had deepened to a rich deep rose as she fumbled with the buttons of her pale blue gown. Demurely Kethry averted her eyes, her hands seemed to steady, yet her voice shook with a most delightful trimmer.

"I-I can do this Percy..."

And indeed so she did. Percy was mesmerized by the soft alabaster skin of her shoulder, the seductive swell of her pert young breasts, and the narrow tuck of Kethry’s waist. Her under garments accentuated her petite form rather than hide it, they where sheer and hinted at the delights that lay beneath. The wiggle of her hips, the deep crimson blush that covered the little virgin head to toe. Her arms strategically crossed in an effort to modestly cover her charms.

"OK...I think I'm ready."

Percy’s massive arms encircled Kethry; he was as gentle as a mother with her new born babe. Slowly he helps Kethry reline on a patch of luxurious turf. His voice is hushed a deep gentle murmur;




Two rainbows alone in the ski.

The storm with sudden fury struck.

Biting wind driven rain cuts.


Two rainbows alone in the ski.

One brilliant and vibrant.

One pale and fading.


Two rainbows alone in the ski

Their bows matched in span and breath.

Parallel but destined never to join.




As his words flow soft and genteel his fingers inter lace with Kethry’s his speech is halting almost reverent as his coarse lips brush hers. His deep auburn hair matted is yet some how soft and teases Kethry’s nipples as light butterfly kisses float don the sinuous column of her body. Percy’s tongue thick as it is tender as it coaxes open Kethry’s clenched thighs.

He bows his head, Percy’s hot furtive breath stirring the fine Golden Fleece nestled between her virgin thighs.

 

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His words and voice were soothing as she tried to control her nervousness. His breath was warm and not entirely unpleasant as he bent to kiss her. Her breath hitched and then came out in a soft tremulous puff of hair. His hair tickled her breasts and torso in the most pleasant way. Her body arched slightly as if to feel more and then he dipped down and she felt his breath and tongue there. She whimpers softly, closing her eyes as he gently probes. She knows what she must do and so far, things haven't been unpleasant. Instead her body was aroused and excited to feel more. Quivering slightly...from nerves or desire, she wasn't sure, her thighs parted an inch.

She gasped as Percy's tongue traced the inside of the tender flesh with his tongue and then placed soft butterfly kisses from her knees on down. Her thighs opened more, adjusting to give him free range of her skin...

 

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Kethry’s ivory thighs parted just a bit, her breath was coming in short gasps, Percy new that he must be doing something right

She was so very different than he in so many ways, her body smooth silken to the touch, her hair, though much sparser than his was teasingly pleasing, rich golden as ripening summer wheat,

She gasped, almost a sigh, as his tongue traced lazy patterns on Kethry’s velvet inner thigh, her legs parted a bit more and that heady sent of her essence sooth, teased, and excited Percy. How he longed to ”Manger la beau femme” yet he resisted the urge and the butter fly kisses, gentle tongues work there way down the sculpture perfection of her legs. A playful nip to the tendon at the back of her knee, followed by a slow long sensual lick back up Kethry’s leg stopping teasingly close to that golden fleecy triangle.

Percy pauses, then kisses follow the curve of her calve, the arch of her dainty foot till he cradles it in his paws. Percy’s tongue snakes out to glide between each of her little toes, then one by one he suckles each.

 

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Her eyes snapped open in surprise as he moved down and began to tease and suck on her toes. She alternated between gasps and soft moans to giggles. One especially tender spot had her jerking her foot away, "Percy!"

She thought she heard him chuckle in amusement, but wasn't sure and didn't much care at that point because he was switching legs and repeating the whole process. Her hands clenched against the turf, warmth flowing through her veins and a dull, sweet ache was beginning to throb deep down in her lower belly and sex. Her hips rose off the ground on their own and shivered as he began his slow journey back up her body.

 

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"Percy!"

There was merriment to the way Kethry said his name, a giggle in her voice and a deeper trimmer that excited him. And so Percy the hideous troll started the whole process again as her suckled each toe of the other foot, then teased, pleased and excited Kethry as he slowly, seductively, and sensually worked his way up her other leg till at last his own breath coming in short bated gasps stirs the golden fleece of his willing little virgin.

There was more of a need that stirred deep within Percy, more than the need to save the family business, more of a need that to outwit the troll elders. There was a need deep dark, primeval, something , an unknown something to the young troll, but a something that definitely evolved the young human golden haired virgin;

His Kethry

There was a brief moment of sadness in his big, slow, beating troll heart. Yes she was his Kethry, yet he harbored no illusions that she would not flee as soon as she had kept her bargain and he would keep his and let her go when she desired to do so.

From the corner of his great yellow green eye he saw her hands knotted in the turf, her hips rose to his snout, the Golden Fleece tickling his nose. His great shaggy head lowered and his tongue, massive as it was reached tentatively forward to catch a pearl dew drop that issued from Kethry slowly he lapped the dewy essence of her ,it began to flow, each succeeding lap deviled deeper between Kethry’s velvet nether lips till he cleaved them deeply in two the tip of his tongue flicking across the hooded guardian the stood guard over Kethry’s secret garden where no man had been never mind a troll.

 

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