Meruda squirmed on her cot, the woven leather straps that made up the hammock portion squealing in protest, as she tossed from one side to the other. It was the middle of the night in Senjin Village. The desert was as cold as only a desert can become when the sun leaves it, but Meruda was burning up.
It was the jungle heat, the fire raging through her veins. It burned and seared, desperate for .. for what? For something, she couldn't put a name too. She'd tried everything, even one of the witch doctor's Special Cooling Lemon and Frog Spawn drinks, but nothing seemed to satisfy that intolerable burning need. She'd asked Old Mother Dismay, the senior priestess responsible for training Meruda, to help her, but the old witch had just shook her head and said, "Ride it out, young one. S'only way. The heat can't be ignored."
She'd heard some of the older trolls referring to the burn, or to the heat, but they'd never said what the cure was in front of the young priestess-in-training. She moaned as she clenched her legs tightly together, her back arching as she writhed. Everything ached, even her breasts felt heavy and sore, the nipples hard and rubbing painfully against the strips of linen that bound them up.
It was torture. She growled again, as she flipped over onto her back, and squeezed her breasts roughly in frustration, trying to ease the aching. The sudden spike of pain followed by a burning roar of pleasure made her dizzy.
She'd already ripped off all her clothes except the linen strips that served as binding for her breasts and the loincloth trying to cool off, and they were soaked with sweat. The window was wide open, so that the lights and sounds of the Winter Veil festivities came dancing in to mock her. Ice would be forming on the sands outside where the waves left salt water puddles, and she felt like she was outside in the summer noon heat buried in the sand.
She rubbed her hands up and down her thighs and stomach, trying to chase the fire in her veins, to make it stop, but everywhere she touched just got worse. Her skin was so sensitive that everything felt like a caress or a tease, and it was driving her insane.
"Hey.. you ok?"
Meruda went straight up in the air, the tension having wound her so tight that she flew out of bed and landed on the floor, when the voice came from her window.
"Zaljin." She muttered, from her face down position on the floor, before pushing herself upright. "Do I look ok?"
The young troll crouched in her window wore the training robes of the thieves and assassins and spies. The black and grey leathers did a much better job of hiding him in the shadows than the shock of bright red hair that spiked up from his blue scalp.
"Don't yell, you gonna get Mother Dismay in here." He hissed, slipping inside quickly to go listen at the door, so worried for the moment about getting caught in Meruda's room that he didn't notice she was practically naked.
"She drunk on Juju tonight, she wouldn't wake up if I set the hut on fire.." said Meruda, throwing herself back down on the bed, irritation and anger boiling out of her as she glared at her nighttime intruder. Despite the fact he had been her best friend since childhood, she felt like she wanted to fight him or bite him. "What the hell you doing here?"
"Yeah, well if she catches me, I gonna be flunked in my Sneakin' class." Said Zaljin, though he was reassured enough to turn away from the door. His bright green eyes, like a cat's in the dark, saw Meruda stretched out on her bed, her entire body as tense as a bowstring and he stopped dead. He caught himself staring at the fabric straining between the two points of her nipples every time she took a deep breath. His eyes traveled down over her rib cage past the taut muscles of her belly and over the damp fabric between her muscular legs. He was suddenly aware that his best friend was very, VERY female.
His own voice wasn't quite steady as he said, "Buli.. Buli said he heard you moaning like you was sick. And Tomi said you went to see old Obuzu for a potion, so I thought .. " His voice trailed off as Meruda squirmed on her cot, and his mouth went dry as she arched her back in unconscious sensuality, though the look on her face was one of pain.
"I got the jungle heat." Said Meruda, growling the words through gritted teeth. "And can't no one tell me how to fix it. It's driving me crazy!"
Now, while priest-trainees might not hang around the properly seedy atmospheres, the rogue trainees certainly did. All the dirty jokes about heat-crazed women trolls were told and retold with relish, about how the jungle fever would make even the most reserved female willing to fuck anything and anyone with the stamina to survive the experience. Sex with a heat-crazed female was reported to be a cross between trying to fuck a berserker and a grizzly bear, but that was the kind of reputation that simply turned troll men on.
"Oh." Squeaked Zaljin, before he cleared his throat. "Oh." He tugged at his shirt, hoping it was long enough to hide the sudden erection that was now pressing itself painfully against his pants. Trying to remember that this was his friend, he nonetheless kept staring as she squirmed on the bed.
"This is torture!" She said, and he was surprised to see tears in her eyes and the ragged pain in her voice caught at him. "It hurts, it hurts so much!"
Maybe better men than Zaljin might have left at this point, after advising quite a bit of masturbation and some lotion. But rogues aren't good at resisting temptation. Especially young ones.
"I .. I could help." He said. "I know how to fix it. The heat I mean. But you might not like it." He sidled up closer to the bed as she turned towards him with feverish hope in her face.
"Any t'ing is better than this!" she said, desperately. "Just fix it!" Her fingers grabbed at his upper arm, and squeezed with painful strength. "Please!"
"Ok.. but you gonna have to trust me." He gave her a nervous grin that deepened Meruda's misgivings. The last time he'd given her that grin, she got punished for two weeks with scrubbing out the voodoo pots. But then a new spike of that odd pain seared through her.
"I trust you, just fix it!" she begged.
Zaljin took a deep breath, and put one hand over her mouth, before sliding the other one down into her loincloth. His fingers pressed hard against the folds of her pussy, rubbing gently until they parted.
Meruda's eyes went wide behind his hand as Zaljin slid his hand down her loincloth. She screeched in shock and protest, her hands coming up to grab his arm, but he'd prudently muffled her mouth so the noise didn't go far. She started squirming, and he leaned his body in to hold her down.
"You gotta trust me!" He whispered, even as he slid a finger inside her easily. She was so hot and wet, that Zaljin made a noise in his throat. "This is how you fix the heat." His voice had gotten rougher, as he could feel her breasts pressing against his arm. Her eyes went wide and feral as he started fingering her.
"See? Feels good don't it.." He could see the response in her eyes as she closed them in brief relief, the pleasure swamping and drowning some of the fiery pain. "If I take my hand away, you gotta promise me you ain't gonna scream.. "
He slipped two fingers inside her , the big troll digits filling and stretching her, putting out the painful fires and starting new ones. She nodded as the pleasure increased, and he took his hand off her mouth, and used it to yank her breast binding off.
"You got awful fine tits, Meruda.." He said, as he started rubbing and massaging them.
"Oh sweet Hazzak!" Sh0e shrieked as he plucked a nipple, and the hand went right back over her mouth.
"Shitshitshitshit… You gotta be quiet!" He hissed, the hand that was inside her stopping its motion. Meruda whimpered behind his hand, her hips squirming in desperate plea for him to continue what he was doing.
Zaljin looked back towards the door, listening for footsteps, but still heard nothing. "Maybe it be too much to ask you to be quiet when you in the heat. Well, I can fix that too.." He moved his hands up to her breasts and untied the binding.
"Please don't stop!" whispered Meruda, anguish in her voice, "The hurting stops when .. when ya do that. I'm sorry, it's just too hard to be quiet."
Zaljin nodded, "I know.." And proceeded to gag her with the breast binding, knotting it behind her head. "There ya go. Now ya can't scream." And then his hands started kneading her breasts. Meruda arched her back underneath him, pressing them into his hands. He smiled and plucked both nipples, eliciting another muffled shriek, but this time Meruda reached up and dug her nails into his back, drawing blood through the leather he was wearing.
"Ow! Those tits be mighty fine, but lady, your nails gotta go or you gonna bleed me dry."
He grabbed a dagger out of his pocket, and cut the sides of her loincloth, pulling it away. He grabbed both her hands, and quickly tied them together above her head to the bedframe with what was left of her loincloth.
Meruda moved her hips again in frustration, her eyes glaring at him to tell him what she wanted.
"I know what you need Meruda, don' worry." He stood up, and quickly stripped. Meruda's eyes travelled down his tall rangy form, coming to a full halt at his big, throbbing, no-way-is-that-going-to-fit. She promptly panicked, and started rocking back and forth, so that the bed started banging against the floor.
Zaljin quickly moved to lay on top of her, stilling the rocking motion immediately as she couldn't move both their weights. "Don' worry.." He said, stroking her hair, while the other hand played with her breast and nipple. "Don' worry. I'll be gentle, and it'll cure the heat, I promise."
She sighed underneath the gag as his hand played with her breast, and he felt her relax underneath him.
He grinned at her. "Sides.. this gonna be fun!" He hoped it would be. He'd been saving up for a hooker to lose his virginity to, and he'd been listening to all the stories of the older rogues very carefully. He leaned forward and kissed her lightly on the gag. She blinked at him, and for a moment he wondered if she was seeing him differently now too, as a male instead of her best friend.
He slid down her body so he wouldn't have to think about those uncomfortable thoughts, until he found himself face to face with one very hard nipple. He leaned forward and sucked on it, moving one hand down to play with her pussy again.
The groans from behind the gag made him grin, as Meruda made her pleasure known, by spreading her legs, allowing him to shove two fingers back into her hot wet hole.
"Told ya ya'd like it. Jungle heat, ya gotta ride it out. Lucky for choo, I'm here for ya riding pleasure." He growled, teeth nipping the nipple he'd been tormenting. Even with his weight on top of her, she still arched up, nearly bucking him off. "If ya don't throw me off.." The wetness made soft sucking noises as he moved his fingers in and out, and his small store of patience ran out. He moved to kneel between her legs, lifting her hips, as he placed the bulbous head of his cock against her opening.
She cooperated, bracing her feet on the rails of the bed, as he slowly shoved his dick into her. He reached up to play with her breasts once he was all the way in, even as she squirmed around him, the discomfort warring with that driving need for what she now vaguely understood to be some sort of sexual completion. She pulled hard against the bindings of her hands, wanting to bite and scratch and somehow drive him into giving it to her faster, regardless of how much it hurt later. The feral growls coming from her throat were a little scary. Zaljin was glad he'd tied her down.
"Nah, gotta be patient. Ya feel good, Meruda. But ya feel better if it don't hurt. S'what Mazzy told me."
She yanked on the bindings again impatiently, even though some small part of her could feel herself relaxing around him, feel that swirling pleasure building up from her nipples where he was fondling her tits.
Zaljin was sweating with the effort of holding still. He didn't want to hurt his friend, even as the sight of her breasts, and the feeling of her pussy around him was driving him wild. But he felt his self-control slipping away as he started to move in and out of her, squeezing her breasts a little harder now.
Meruda wasn't helping, as she wrapped her legs around him to pull him in to her, digging her heel into his spine to make him go faster. The muffled grunts and moans and what he suspected were un-priestlike curse words also weren't helping.
It wasn't long before the bed was squeaking and groaning again, but this time with the noises of two half-grown trolls fucking with all the fervor of desperate youthful desire. Meruda was screaming behind her gag in joy and exultation as she felt the release she needed so badly approaching. Zaljin felt her spasm around him, an orgasm so intense that it clamped down on him like a vise. He couldn't hold out any longer, and his own release took over, as he growled something profane in a reverent tone of voice, shoving as deeply inside her as he could.
Afterwards, he collapsed on top of her, the heavy weight pressing the breath out of her, until he managed to prop himself up on one elbow. He looked at her anxiously, "Ya all right?" He reached up to remove the gag, and she took a deep breath in and then exhaled.
"Oh thank all the nine voodoun gods it don't hurt anymore.." She whispered, eyes closed. She opened them as she turned her head to look at him. She blushed as she realized he was looking back at her. Neither one of them said anything for a moment, smiling nervously at each other, under that lazy haze of contentment.
Meruda eventually whispered, "I didn't know ya felt that way."
Zaljin yawned sleepily, as he reached over to slowly stroke her breast again with a lazy caress. "Felt what way?"
"Like … " Meruda started to try to make a gesture and just yanked on the bindings again. "Like ya wanted to mate with me."
Zaljin toppled out of the bed in surprise and panic. "Wait what? Who said I wanted to mate with ya?"
Meruda's mouth dropped open in equal surprise. "Ya just … but .. we just .."
"Well ya were naked and hot, I figured why not? Be cheaper than a hooker, right?" Zaljin said, trying to joke, as he zoomed around the room grabbing his clothes and getting back into them as fast as possible. He paused as he realized that maybe that last part didn't come out right, "Wait.. that's not what I meant."
It was too late. Meruda's eyes were filling up with tears, the hurt plain on her face as it crumpled, and then she turned away. "Get out."
"Look that's not what I .." he started.
"OUT!" Meruda screamed, and the sounds of Mother Dismay snorting awake were clear from down the hall.
"Girl? Ya ok?" They both heard her call, even as her stumping steps started down the hallway.
"Shitshitshitshitshit!" Zaljin dove for the window, sliding down the roof, and landing hard down on the packed sand below.
Mother Dismay came hobbling in, and took in the scene. Meruda naked and tied to the bed and looking like she might cry. But the old priestess didn't say anything as she walked over, and untied Meruda. When Meruda didn't say anything, the old priestess shrugged a shoulder and said, "Might be helpin' if ya took some of the lotus juice.. help you sleep. Heat makes ya do strange things. And put ya night gown back on child. It's too cold to be runnin' around skin out."
"Yes Mother Dismay," mumbled Meruda in complete embarrassment. She grabbed the blanket as soon as her hands were free, wrapping it around herself tightly. She now felt every bite of the freezing cold air, as she went over to shut and lock her window. Mother Dismay went back to bed, and Meruda went to put her nightgown on, and get the glass of lotus juice.
"No more men." She muttered firmly, as she poured out the lotus juice. "No more rogues, and damn sure no more… anything."