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  Talisa’s quick gasps were interrupted as something thick pressed against her thin valley. Eyes opening, they grew wider as the paladin gently pushed with his hips. The tip of his manhood spread her pink folds. Blue hands reached up and took hold of his muscled behind, helping the paladin drive his hammer deeper. Inner walls spread and the troll let out a warm moan. Eyes half closed, she watched the paladin take in her beauty, inches forcing her open to his will.

  Thorrin’s gaze lingered as his cock penetrated Talisa’s inner world. Full breasts quivered and nipples pointed. The troll tilted her head down but her eyes continued looking up at him with lustful determination. Squeezing his thick shaft, she could not stop herself from pushing against his cock as it stabbed into her. The meeting of their bodies rang out with moans filling the small room. When Thorrin reached the hilt, it was Talisa who writhed under him, accommodating his girth. Talisa was taller than the paladin by a few inches but laying down, joined at the hip, they looked eye to eye with mischievous wanting.

  Talisa’s hands moved from the paladin’s hips and curled under his arms to take hold of his strong shoulders. Thorrin lowered his mouth and the troll pressed a dark blue nipple to his lips. The sensitive nipple sparked with pleasure as Thorrin suckled and lashed the tip with his tongue. The troll’s moans dripped with reckless abandonment as she writhed under him, squeezing his shaft. Thorrin couldn’t contain himself as his hips moved back and forth, spearing her valley in long, blissful strokes.

  “I missed you….” The words fell from Talisa’s lips.

  Thorrin let go of her nipple and looked to her with warm eyes, “I have always missed you.”

  “Please…..don’t linger to the south……Visit me. We can…spend our time….taming our needs….” Talisa gasped as the paladin upped his tempo.

  The troll’s breasts bounced to each powerful thrust of his hips. Moans grew louder as the emptiness was filled. The two lovers pressed on, bodies entwined and unable to stop themselves. Wetness dripped as Thorrin continued his passionate advance. The sound of skin on skin filled the room and the two friends smiled at their intimate dance. Soon the smiles faded away as their urges whipped at them to continue.

  “When I….see you again…..I don’t think…I will be able to….control myself…” Thorrin groaned as his hips slapped into her inner thighs over and over again.

  “Neither….will I..” Talisa barely smiled before her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she let out a deep, uncontrolled moan.

  Talisa’s body shuddered before she clutched to the holy paladin. Swirls of bliss spiraled on until they splashed against already frayed nerves. An orgasm from the deepest part of her being rose up, lighting up her senses with brilliant flashes. A flood of ecstasy caused a burst of heat and the world around them seemed to fall away. Thorrin continued to spear the troll as she languished in paradise. Her moans rose up like an animal as she squeezed him. A familiar pressure began to build as his cock thickened, so did Talisa’s moans rise up into a lover’s chorus.

  Blinded by need, wants and love, the paladin groaned as his spurts of thick come exploded from the tip. Hips drove him deep as t he troll squeezed him like a vice. Deep pulses pushed at the very fabric of his being as strong blue legs wrapped around his waist and kept him inside her.

  Talisa’s senses slowly returned to her as she held the paladin close, squeezing every drop of seed from his throbbing member. Thorrin held her as his hips continued to work even after every last drop of seed was spilled. Bodies slowed down and soon stopped as the paladin and troll held each other, fingers running over burning skin.

  “I…could go again,” Thorrin heaved.

  “I never said you could stop,” Talisa grinned.

  ***

  The sun settled behind the horizon and the shadow of evening flowed across Lukken. Thorrin looked to the window to see evening approach, and a small sigh left his lips. Talisa was snuggled to his chest, eyes closed and her breathing steady.

  “I have to…” Thorrin began but was cut off mid sentence.

  “Not yet. Let me have this moment with you a little longer,” the troll whispered.

  Thorrin smiled and held her close. The moment was soothing as cool evening air flowed in through the partially open window. The soft touch from Thorrin caused Talisa to sigh.

  “I never loved anyone before,” Talisa said matter of fact.

  Thorrin lifted his head and looked to her.

  Talisa continued, “Promise me you will come to Talon Guard when this is all over.”

  “I promise,” Thorrin said softly.

  The troll lifted her head and looked to him, “I don’t care who you love but I…..”

  Thorrin could see the hint of waking consciousness as her eyes showed real fear. He could see that she was having a moment, thinking of actual loss. It stabbed at his heart to see her distressed and unsure of herself. Holding her close, the comfort soothed the trolls worrying thoughts and she laid her head on his chest.

  Thorrin held her, thoughts spiraling on. The strange awakening only fueled his resolve. To protect not only Lukken but the beautiful soul lying next to him filled him with bravery and fear. He knew he had a long road ahead of him but it would be worth it if he could protect one soul against the rising darkness.

  Cricket song filled the night as the two friends and lovers held each other in comforting silence.

  Four

  The coach bounced along the dirt road as the early sun bathed the land in light. Thorrin sat with his face to the open arch of the coach, taking in the morning, and the thick forest thirty feet from the carriage. The night had moved quickly as he sat and attempted to relax. Looking down, he drank in his new clothes. A black leather tunic covered his torso while brown leggings covered his legs. Black boots completed the outfit but the paladin found himself strangely exposed. Talisa picked the outfit so he wouldn’t stand out but the player was used to wearing light armor. With no armor to speak of, he felt a little uncomfortable. Making a note to himself, he would check out the shops to at least find leather armor in keeping with his look and provide some kind of protection.

  Just then, an alert popped up in the corner of Thorrin’s vision.

  Entering a PVP zone, players will be able to kill and loot one another and the fallen.

  The paladin let out a sigh while looking back to the forest as it passed by. The player’s thoughts slipped into a stream of memory, images of himself giving a sealed note to the inn keeper floated on. He was supposed to meet with Vass today back in Faradal, but with the urgency of the quest he had to leave a message telling her to meet him in Moon Haven. She would be about ten hours behind but that was fine. He could take in the surroundings before escorting the troll master to the south east coast.

  Images of Talisa swelled up and caressed his mind. He remembered how they parted, her hand holding his to the last moment before they fell away. He stepped into the coach and looked back to her turning and walking away. Knowing how strong she was, it tugged at his heart that she was not strong enough to watch him leave. The promise glowed in his mind’s eye. When the quest was over, he would visit Talon Guard and spend time with her.

  Images of Emma stabbed into his heart but quickly soothed away. The paladin missed the beautiful dragon but her heart lay with her loyalties. As much as there was a connection, he knew deep down she couldn’t stay with him. With the dragons unable to come to peaceful terms with the troll masters, war continued but it took a strange slant. The middle kingdoms were vacant of trolls and their allies. The invaders instead camped to the southern edge of the middle kingdoms. Anyone who tried to step foot toward the kingdoms would be cut down by archers. To the north, a human army camped, ready to do the same. After the battle and truce on the Cursed Coast, the Masters kept their word to remove themselves from the Middle Kingdoms but the dragons refused to allow peace. Thorrin remembered how disappointed his friends were when they delivered the Star of Sormir. It was enough to question his role in the game. Fi
ghting for justice was not enough. He knew he had to stay true to the light, helping those in need until fate called upon him to help in the war.

  Thorrin let out a small sigh as he mentally called up his stats and inventory. He looked to a sphere of light. He had gained faith from over twenty people. It put his hit points at over two hundred and added plus modifiers to his battle skills and abilities. The Sphere of Light was at forty points, safely above the Sphere of Darkness but he did question how quickly that would fall if he didn’t act on rooting out evil.

  Thorrin lamented on the holy class he had chosen. A paladin’s duty was to help people and destroy evil. As long as he performed his duties, he would be blessed with points to the Sphere of Light. Travelling to a town known to house necromancers was going to prove a challenge. If he did not smite them, over time, the Sphere of Light would darken from his inaction. Allowing evil to continue would only push him toward the Sphere of Darkness. If his points dipped into the Sphere of Darkness, he would become a dark paladin and would have to claw his way back to the light. Paladins of light would hunt him down without mercy. Allies would leave him and his faith would reach zero. He would have to find others from the darkness to refill his faith. Dark paladins took their faith through intimidation and power. It was something the player didn’t want to even contemplate.

  “Moon Haven,” The driver shouted from his seat.

  Thorrin stuck his head out of the window to see the town in the distance. The sunlight didn’t do much to lessen the stench of darkness. The town stood, split in two. The player couldn’t see the river yet, but he could hear it. Long shadows cast down from strange buildings made of wood and stone. Even from the small distance, it looked foreboding. At the town edge, two corpses hung from ropes around their necks, their bodies swaying to the small breeze and bouncing against the stone wall of a weathered keep.

  The coach began to turn and roll onto a small dirt path. Thorrin moved from one side of the carriage to the other, looking out to the town as it stayed a healthy distance away. The player knew he was meeting the master at the monastery. With any luck, they could meet and continue to Moon Haven just long enough to board the river boat and leave the dark town. Thorrin could feel his heart sink knowing deep down things never work out the way you plan.

  The carriage rolled on for another twenty minutes before it slowed to a halt. The driver jumped down and moved to the coach door, opening it. Thorrin stood up and stepped out until his boots touched the firm ground. Handing the driver a gold piece, he turned and looked to the monastery. Tall stone walls surrounded the main keep. The tower was the only thing he could see just beyond the top of the walls. The coach driver snapped his reins and turned back to the road as Thorrin admired the structure. It stood more like a fortress then a monastery. Seeing the large door to his left, the player patted the handle of his hammer at his belt and began walking toward it.

  The thick wooden door stood with deep grooves. Thorrin took a closer look and could see the grooves looked like finger marks, like people or monsters were trying to claw their way in. Raising a fist, he knocked hard on the door and turned away to bask in the morning light. Long moments passed before there was a shift of heavy metal and the door opened. A man in black with a red collar stood, his eyes looking to the man staring at the sky.

  “Are you here to make a donation?” the man smiled.

  Thorrin turned to him, “I’m here to see a priest about washing away my sins.”

  The code phrase clicked as the priest’s eyes half closed and his head nodded, “Please come in.”

  Thorrin walked in, past the priest and into a small courtyard. A lush garden surrounded him on each side as the priest closed the door and moved a heavy metal lock into place. Bees floated from one flower to the next and birds chirped to one another. It was quite beautiful and Thorrin drank it in while taking a cleansing breath. The priest stepped to his side and gave his head a bow.

  “I’m Father Abel. Please follow me. You can wait with the others.”

  Thorrin raised an eyebrow, “Others?”

  The kindly priest nodded, “I can explain when we are inside.”

  Thorrin followed the priest as he moved stepping forward. They crossed the small courtyard to the main keep. The keep looked weathered and beaten down, the walls bending to a heavy weight. The stonework looked ancient and not maintained well. Some stones were missing and exposed wood underneath looked partially rotted. The main doors had more of those clawed grooves and chunks of outer wood missing in places.

  Father Abel looked back to Thorrin with a knowing glance, “Moon Haven has a problem with the dead. They prowl the country side and sometimes come to our walls. You’re in luck though. The dead haven’t breached the walls in over a year.”

  Thorrin wasn’t sure if that made him feel any better as the priest opened the door and stepped inside. The player followed as the darkness of the keep consumed him. Inside, it was maintained much better than the crumbling outside. A modest altar stood at the end of wide aisle. Pews were to the right and left and a stained glass image of a feminine figure glowed behind the altar. A small statue of the same image stood on the altar, hands out with wide delicate hands. Before the altar and to the right, two figures turned their attention to the priest and paladin.

  “I had put out a summons for others to aid our current problem. You are the third to answer the call,” Abel said as he led the way.

  Thorrin remained silent as they moved to the base of the altar and turned to the two other figures. A tall man stood with a staff while a female goblin sat on the pew in the first row. Thorrin recognized them as the two who approached him in Faradal. The tall man smiled while the goblin looked to Thorrin with wide eyes.

  “It looks like we will be helping each other after all,” The tall paladin said with a grin.

  Thorrin looked to him and then to the priest, “I wasn’t aware there was a problem. I was informed that it was a simple escort quest to a ship in Moon Haven.”

  Father Abel nodded, “That was the plan but something has happened that has changed the nature of the quest. This is Jon and Ro. We’ll all be working together.”

  Jon looked to the priest, “You asked for help finding someone. Is there more to it than just locating a missing person?”

  Thorrin wasn’t sure who knew what and kept his mouth closed. Despite the fact that the man and goblin were paladins, he had no idea what their motivations were. As far as he knew, he would be the only one escorting the Master. The paladin watched the priest as he tried to gather his thoughts. Eyes shifted and a certain nervous energy rolled through them before he took a deep inhale, eyes returning to normal.

  “Vala teaches us to be true to ourselves and each other. I summoned any paladin I could to come here and assist for I could not trust any of the people in Moon Haven to do such a thing out of the kindness of their hearts. I may be a priest of Vala but I’m no fool to be taken advantage of.”

  Father Abel bowed his head, shadows covering his eyes, “A special request was made by a Troll Master from the southern kingdoms. He was looking for safe passage from Moon Haven to the coastal town of Merlor. I had made the arrangements and was informed of a paladin that would come and escort the master to the eastern coast. As far as I knew, the plan was a simple one, relying on discretion.”

  “What happened?” Jon asked as he leaned on his staff.

  Father Abel kept his head bowed as he spoke, “The master was due to arrive three days ago.”

  Thorrin eyed the priest, as did Jon. Ro bowed her head, shadows covering her own eyes. Thorrin waited to hear more but his suspicions grew like a monster rising from a lake. It didn’t take much to understand something happened to the master on route and now, it seemed, the simple escort quest had turned into a locate and rescue mission.

  Father Abel continued, “A succubus that comes to me for prayer and forgiveness told me of two people with hoods over their heads being dragged into town a few nights ago. I believe one of the fig
ures being dragged was the master and is somewhere in Moon Haven.”

  “Two?” Thorrin asked. He was escorting the troll but didn’t know of anyone else.

  “A possible bodyguard, I presume. I honestly don’t know who the second person was but I do know that the troll was to arrive here. I cannot allow a person under the protective gaze of Vala fall to nefarious hands. That is why I summoned you paladins, champions of light, to help find and rescue a being in need.”

  Jon continued to lean on his metal staff as his eyes looked away, “Moon Haven is big for a town. That is a lot of ground to cover to find him.”

  Father Abel nodded, “True but I hear many whispers from the people of Moon Haven as they beg for forgiveness from their wicked ways. The monastery is north of the town but I have heard rumors that there have been new additions to the Black Garden.”

  “That doesn’t sound appealing,” Jon smirked.

  Father Abel nodded, “It’s not meant to be, the Black Garden lies in a small quarter in the southern part of town that contains the bunk houses and shops peddling dark wares. There has been talk of new talent that has arrived and would be unveiled soon. A troll master would be a prize for those who wish to take out their aggressions, or to simply say they did unspeakable acts to a master turned lust slave. There are those in town who have no love for trolls or dragons.”

  “Did they say when?” Jon asked.

  “No, but they did say it would happen soon. If he is there, someone in the quarter will know about it.”

  Thorrin stroked his small blonde beard while taking in every bit of information, “Even if we go in, the locals will know we are not from here.”

  Father Abel looked to Thorrin with a small grin, “Many pass through the town. I’m sure if you express that you are looking for something to help unwind, the locals will try everything they can to satisfy your needs for the right price. Gold is king in Moon Haven, and where it comes from is not a concern.”