Chapter 18

Entering the cabin he found the human lying on her side, face stuck in a pained and troubled expression, but fast asleep. He was right; the shaman had given the potion to her, with good intentions of course. He couldn't have known what the consequences would be.

Kneeling next to the sleeping girl he noted that the other woman had forgotten to throw a blanket over the girl. She was paler than the last time he had seen her, shivering lightly at the cold temperature of the room. He berated the woman lightly for her carelessness. He could see a dark bruise on the girl's right cheek where the paladin had struck her and lightly stroked it with the back of his fingers. She felt so soft…

Letting his eyes travel lower he noticed the bandaged wrists. One of the bandages was stained with fresh blood and the hand seemed to be in a wrong angle. Again he mentally cursed the woman for not taking better care of the girl. He couldn't help it, he just couldn't see a creature in pain, and he always put it out of its misery, or did what he could. And right now it meant setting this girls wrist. He shuddered. Hearing a bone crack back into place was not on his list of favourite things to do, definitely not in a moment like this, but it had to be done if he wanted to shush the annoying voice in his head.

He unwound the bandage and quickly cleaned the wound, inspecting the fracture and then preparing to set it. He looked at the girls face as a loud crack echoed in the room. It turned into extreme pain for a second, and then only her eyebrows remained furrowed. Grabbing one of his lock picks he used it as a spleen to keep the joint firmly in place and re-bandaged the wound, kissing the humans hand before continuing his observation. Pleasantly he noted that her robe split at knee height and was welcomed with the view of two pale lower legs. His hand travelled from ankle to knee and back several times, enjoying the soft feel of the girls skin.

They were always so much softer than his own kind, not exposed to the harsh climate of his homeland. It was one of the reasons why he preferred the humans.

"Now dat can go a little higher, don't ya think?" he whispered to the motionless girl. Retrieving a dagger from his belt he enlarged the tear until it now reached her waist. His eyes devoured the uncovered skin as the cloth fell towards the bed. A few bruises from their previous encounter were still visible on her thighs and he could feel his hands aching. Just as he was about to touch her she rolled over, her face troubled deeply once more.

His hand frozen in place he gazed at the girl wearily. If she was going to wake up, he needed to be fast to stifle her screams. But as she remained motionless he exhaled, she was still fast asleep, only troubled by a dream. Softly and slowly he moved onto the bed, knees on each side of her. His hands ran up her legs, over her thighs and underneath the rest of the robe, fingers travelling over a soft stomach and onto a nicely shaped bosom. He felt his excitement grow as he felt the small nubs harden underneath his touch.

Another reason why he liked the humans: their bodies were always quick to respond. Feeling the cloth strain against his hands, he doubted. Should he cut through the rest of her robe like last time? Or just bother with the buttons and risk waking her? Usually he preferred them screaming, but this ship was crowded with Alliance, and if her screams were heard, his sentence would be carried out on the spot. Besides, asleep, this one seemed a lot more willing. Gently he lifted up her torso, fumbling with the small buttons on her back, but succeeding in getting them open. Sliding the fabric with him down her arms as he laid her back down he was greeted with more of that soft pale skin. He was more than utterly pleased

He laid himself nest to her, pulling her closer to him, feeling as much of that skin as he wanted. There was nobody here to share her with this time. She was already cold to the touch even though the robe had only been off for a moment or so. He would cure that soon. He let his tongue travel over her unusually pointed ear, his own picking up a soft moan. He grinned, finding a weak spot and noting it down in his head.

"So, ya be sensitive dere?" he murmured, repeating the action and softly nibbling on the soft flesh of her ear. She moaned again and he realised one thing.

He liked this more than screams.

Maybe he should ask that shaman if he could borrow some of that potion, or get some for himself. Still nibbling her ear one of his hands pulled the cloth covering her breasts down, cupping one of them, thumb trailing over the sensitive nub. The other travelled to the waistband of her panties, slipping underneath and caressing the soft skin he found there. Her juices were already flowing. She arched into him lightly when a fingernail grazed over her nipple, now slightly gasping for breath. For a fleeting moment he froze again. He most certainly did not wish her to wake up now, not while the fun was just beginning. But her eyes remained closed.

Thinking her ready he slipped a finger into her womanhood. Her body tensed this time and a slight hiss of pain escaped her lips. He could hardly believe this human was still asleep; her actions were so…enticing. That must be one hell of a potion. He stilled his movements for a while, letting her body adjust to the intrusion.

"Don't worry human, you'll be enjoyin dis soon."

He knew he would. Last time he had had such little time with her. His shoulder still ached from the rough push he'd received last time. But in a way he owed the other troll his life, and now she would be only his. She was just as tight as he remembered, and didn't seem to adjust very fast. But as he continued his ministrations to her breasts and ear, she relaxed just enough for him to move his finger. He grinned to himself as another small moan reached his ears. She would be much more than satisfying.

Nudging a knee between her legs he took out his hand long enough for him to unbuckle his pants. He was so close. Her body was no longer cold, but aflame with the passion her body felt. Positioning himself he got ready for the main course.

"Just what you think you be doing?"

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Well, I kept my promise…it's still not next week :p

Well, it's kind of a good thing she's under the influence of the potion. She thankfully will not remember this encounter.

This is my first attempt at a little more 'descriptive' mature scene. Have no idea how it worked out.

Uruquiel2: I know these things make you throw up…but please don't kill me!

Orannis4: Why are you apologizing? I'm thrilled to see you still reading and bothering to review (that goes for all the other reviewers too). I should be the one saying sorry for my absolutely instable updating times. Thank you kindly for staying a fan of the story, glad you like it. I hope this chapter answers your question.

Thanks to someone and Gameplaya for their reviews as well ofc. You guys are great