I used to go up every weekend to hike around the dusty trails in the nearby foothills. I’d grab my gear and just get away from it all. Truthfully, I only did it for the very personal alone time.
This time was going to be different though. I could feel it as soon as I set out from the trailhead. The trails that carved around the foothills went on for miles and miles, and some people said that they went all the way into the next state over. I was pretty skeptical about that, but they weren’t exaggerating when they said they went on for miles.
For the last five years, I’d never found the end of a trail. Some of them looped back on themselves and brought me back to my car, but a good dozen just seemed to go forever. Looking at maps of the area didn’t reveal anything remarkable, but the rumors were that there used to be gold mines tucked way in the back. The trails were originally carved to confuse anyone who was trying to steal from the miners, but I couldn’t find any evidence of that either.
What I really needed was some release. That heady and exhilarating rush. It had been a couple of weeks since I had hooked up with anyone, and with the constant in-and-out of the house by my roommates, I never had a chance to run a nice long bath and get some good climaxes in before the end of the day. I gave up on that and decided it was time to pick up hiking again. It had been a long enough time since I had last gone.
Autumn was setting in, so I didn’t expect to run into any other hikers on my trip. Which was good. I couldn’t be bothered being intruded on in the wilderness as well as at home. I might just stab someone with my shovel.
***
After hiking for a couple of miles, I was starting to feel pretty knackered. I decided to jump off the trail and pull out some snacks. It was late in the afternoon and the sun was starting to blaze the sky in an orange light. I bit into my apple and watched the clouds fly by, the wind occasionally kicking my hair up into my face. It was invigorating.
I looked over the sunken valleys and hills and took in the sights. The dry air was calming too, not dirty with smog and smoke like the air back at home. Some people would argue with me that the woods and forests were the real treasures of the outdoors, but I was never convinced. To me, the sagebrush hills were my true calling.
A movement caught my eye in the distance. Another hiker? I stood up and shielded my eyes from the glare of the sun, squinting to try and make out who might be there. It could be a trail ranger or someone just goofing off.
It couldn’t be though. Even from hundreds of yards away, I could tell there was something off about the figure. It was too tall and lanky. Something strange about its proportions. While I stared, a sense of dread filled my chest and my throat tightened. It turned to look toward my direction and I dove to the ground, kicking up a small cloud of dust as my elbows scraped against the dirt. I breathed silently, trying to catch my breath.
Whatever it was, I didn’t want it to see me. It made me uncomfortable. Not only that, but frustrated. What was going on? I stared up through the sage brush and could barely see the outline of it against the sun. It moved away and disappeared over the curving horizon. I sighed heavily and pushed myself back up to my feet.
Should I go back home? Give up this whole idea? It couldn’t have been anything stranger than a really tall hiker, but a small voice told me otherwise. I gulped and looked at my apple. Covered in dirt and tiny pebbles from my panic attack. I groaned and threw the rest away.
While I had an inkling to turn back, I also wanted to know more. If it was just a hiker doing some rounds, I didn’t have anything to worry about, did I? Someone who I could hook up with and part ways, like a dream. That would be awfully nice too.
With that in mind to lift my spirits, I hiked onward. I cut across several trails and started following the figure. It had to have just gone over one of the hills, and it couldn’t have gone very far.
As I crested a small slope, I was just able to see him from afar. The small speck in the distance moved quickly, but I traced its direction and made a mental note of where to go. The sun was low now, but I figured I could make it over the next couple hills before it got too dark to go on without being noticed.
My heart raced and I knew it wasn’t from the climb, but excitement.
***
I crested another hill and spotted the tall hiker moving into a valley just out of sight. Despite not being able to see where it went, I noticed a gentle glow against the darkening horizon where it had moved. A camp?
My heart sank. That meant he probably wasn’t alone. I thought hard about what to do next. I shrugged my backpack off and took a breather.
Maybe it was one of the abandoned mines people always kept talking about? I scratched my shoulder and rolled my neck. It had to be a mine.
I hoisted my pack onto my shoulders and continued on. It would only take a couple more minutes before I could see right into the encampment, if that’s what it was.
***
As I came to the summit of the hill over looking the valley the hiker had vanished into, I dropped to my hands and knees to crawl and peer over the top. I left my backpack forlorn and lifted my head up to get a good look.
Torches blazed all around the small camp. Several huts were angled toward a small mine shaft entrance, complete with a pair of small and thin looking rail that disappeared into the mouth of the cave. The hiker wasn’t alone, but he also wasn’t... human. From my vantage point and with the light, I finally got a better look at what I had been following the whole time. The sight both excited me and disturbed me.
Strange nine foot tall creatures moved between the buildings. Their arms were ghastly pale and long, dragging past their knees. They were hairless from what I could tell, and mostly naked. The only word that immediately came to mind was “trolls,” but that seemed disingenuous somehow. Too easy to categorize them like that. They talked with one another in english, but with an accent and speed that I could hardly follow. Not that I could really hear them very distinctly, but their voices did echo through the valley up to me.
I couldn’t tell which one I had been following, but there must have been at least five of the creatures just loitering outside. I didn’t know if there were more. I pulled out my notebook and took some notes down. I stared up at the sky and tried to discern how far I’d come. Why had I left my phone back in the car?
Oh yeah, I was out here to try and get some release. Things certainly had changed since I left the trail to follow a stranger.
I should have been scared, maybe even upset, but I was just impressed more than anything. I watched the monsters walk around and tend to some chores, oblivious to me. It was getting late, so I pulled my sleeping bag out of my pack. There was no way I was going anywhere else though. I had to keep notes. I wished I could take pictures, just for proof.
I laid out my sleeping bag and rested it against the brush. I figured I could at least stay the night, maybe pleasure myself anyway, then hike home. The excitement of being so close, coupled with the idea of getting caught, kind of made it more exciting.
Maybe the problem at home wasn’t my roommates catching me, but that I wanted someone else to.
***
The hours went on, but between taking notes and marveling at the creatures, it felt like no time at all. I wiggled inside my sleeping bag, and turned over to lay on my stomach. I started drawing little doodles of the trolls moving around the village. I was a passable artist, but no one was getting taxonomy information from the drawings though.
I shivered as a cold wind cruised across the hills and dove over me into the valley. The trolls angled their heads to look up at the wind, paying it a special kind of attention. I swore one made eye contact with me and my heart froze. I didn’t dare move, lest I prove I was something to investigate. After a moment, it looked away and I breathed normally again.
As more of the creatures started to turn into their huts and snuff out the torches, I decided it was time for me to have a little bit of fun with myself. I’d be damned if I came all this way just to sleep in a bag and go home with nothing but crazy stories. No, I needed the release, and I was going to get it.
I slipped my arms into the sleeping bag and cradled them between my thighs. The chilled air had really gotten to them, and I needed a bit of warming up before the getting started. After thawing my fingers, I dragged them lazily under my panties and teased myself a little. I stared up into the night sky and imagined a man fucking me.
No, not a man, but a monster. I didn’t stop my mind from wandering where ever it wanted when I was in the thick of it, what good was it? Fighting it would only make it worse.
In the fantasy, the monster was towering over me, his bare skin hot against mine. I imagined him probing me with his fingers before taking my breasts up and sucking on them, instinctually. I moaned softly to myself, as I touched my clit and brought the hungry beast alive again. I made short work of my cravings, only imagining the strong monster shoving my panties aside and pushing his cock into me. I yelped a little as I climaxed, clasping my hand over my mouth and trying to shut myself up. I couldn’t get caught now, not with my pants down like this.
A rustle in the brush nearby caught my attention and I turned to see one of the creatures standing nearby. He held a large spear and gestured for me to get up.
“I thought I saw something up here.” I strained to decipher what he said, his tone so fast it ran his words into each other. He stepped forward and poked me through the bag with his spear, scaring me more than anything. “Get up.”
I shook my head. “Get away from me!” The troll poked me again.
I slipped my panties back on as discreetly as possible and unzipped the bag. I didn’t know what else to do. My heart was racing and I could barely see in the darkness, but I knew he wasn’t kidding around. I climbed out of the bag and was exposed to him, just my hiking shirt and panties.
His eyebrows raised. “A female? I thought so as well. You were following me.”
I squinted as if that would make it easier to see. “You were the hiker.”
“Hiker?” He shrugged at the word. “Come with me.”
“What if I don’t?”
“I’m not asking.”
***
I obeyed his orders. I felt a sense of shame almost, getting caught like that, but he didn’t seem to care. We descended down the hill into the valley. In the village, all the torches had been snuffed out hours ago, but a couple of them were still smoking.
He followed closely behind me, jabbing my back whenever I dawdled longer than he wanted me to. I couldn’t shake the sensation I was dreaming, that I must’ve dozed off after my little session. But the jabs from his spear were all too real. If I was dreaming, I surely would have woken up by now.
I couldn’t believe I wasn’t more scared. I should have been quaking in my hiking boots, but I was as calm as ever. Maybe it was because I got the sense from him he wasn’t going to really hurt me, but... how could I be sure? Maybe it was because of my fantasy, and how closely he had shown up afterwards. I almost wanted to... fulfill it.
He brought me to the largest hut in the village. None of them were particularly impressive looking, appearing to be made from some kind of adobe. While the smaller ones had open doorways, the large one had a wooden door. Huge and circular, but not actually tall enough for the trolls to climb through without ducking down. He stepped past me and rapped on the door with his spear, a quick three-beat knock.
The large door sprang open, pulling back into the house and sliding aside like a giant lock. I gulped as he pushed me inside.
The hut was decorated much nicer than I had expected. Golden artifacts littered the small tables and walls of the home, and a large foyer extended into a living room. It almost looked... human.
The troll jabbed me and led me into an adjoining room, where two other large trolls were waiting for me. They seemed bigger than the ones I had watched wandering around during the evening. Were they inside the whole time?
The largest one was dressed. While the one with the spear wasn’t. The dress was a combination of wood and golden casings, not quite human, but a passable attempt.
“Rikul, what is the meaning of this?” The largest one said.
“Sire, I bring the watcher.”
The largest one rolled his tongue in his mouth. “I see. Another voyeur come to steal our gold?”
I shook my head, interjecting. “No! I’m not here for any gold.”
“Silence!” Rikul said, swatting me with his spear. “When Xierzes is speaking you will obey.” I cowered and tried to hide my head.
Xierzes shook his head and clicked his tongue. “Now, now, that is no way to treat our guest.” He held out his hand. Rikul squeezed his spear a bit tighter.
“She’s here for the gold!”
“I don’t think so,” Xierzes said. He turned to the other large troll. “What do you think, Trienal?”
“I think she’s the one we’ve been waiting for.”
Xierzes nodded. “I agree.” He turned back to Rikul. “Hand it over.” Rikul begrudgingly handed his spear over, and Xierzes tossed it aside. He opened his arms as if he wanted to welcome me. I only made brief eye contact. I was too distracted by his codpiece. A large piece of gold adorned his hips, and a large protrusion jutted out.
He beamed, his teeth crooked but clean. “Welcome to our village, stranger. But we have one custom that I should probably tell you first.”
I stared at him. “Custom?”
“Yes. We have to initiate all visitors. If they don’t survive the initiation, well...”
He cast a glance over his shoulder to Trienal, who chuckled. “Then they aren’t worthy of the secrets.”
“Secrets? Initiation? What’s going on?”
Xierzes let out a slow chuckle. “You’ll see stranger, you’ll see. Come with me.”
He laid his hand on my back and walked me into the next room. Trienal followed, but Rikul was ordered to leave the house at once. I looked over my shoulder at him and swore I saw a flash of jealousy. What were they going to do to me?
***
In the next room, a large table was set out. It looked most similar to a dining room, but there weren’t any chairs. The table was too high to sit at from the floor. It didn’t matter, as the trolls would soon teach me their strange ways.
Xierzes walked me in front of him then pushed me back onto the table. I lifted myself up and sat on it, staring up at him expectantly. He gave a devilish grin to his partner then swung back to me.
“Our village needs to replenish our most valuable asset: people.”
I stared in horror and tried to grip what he meant. I was still having a hard time translating how fast they talked to understandable english. “You’re not going to eat me are you?”
“How slow she talks... and thinks,” the second troll said. He shook his head. “No, we’re going to fuck you.”
“Fuck?” the word jumped out of his mouth like a spear into my back. “Fuck me?” My eyes widened, but my cheeks flushed. They couldn’t be serious. They were going to fuck me?
“Hold you down and fuck you.”
I gulped and looked around to see if there was any way out.
Xierzes moved closer to me and squeezed my breasts. My thin shirt didn’t do much to stop his fingers, and I tried to brush him away. Trienal was behind me, and he gripped my arms to keep me from struggling.
My face flushed despite myself, and as Xierzes teased my nipples through my shirt, I focused on his heavy breathing. I thought about my fantasy as I laid in my sleeping bag earlier that night, and my mind turned to strange and bizarre thoughts. I shouldn’t have been getting so turned on from these two monsters man-handling me, but I was.
I stopping fidgeting against Trienal’s grasp and they both chuckled.
“All the humans fight it at first, but they soon come around.”
I blinked. “Other humans?”
“Yes, we always manage to lure one or two in when the time is right. You’re one of the latest... but I can tell already, you’re special.”
I paused as I deciphered his sentence, and blushed again, but not because his hands were squeezing my breasts. “Why?”
“A scent... you’re different. Special.”
I let out a gasp as Trienal undid my bra and it suddenly went limp inside my shirt. Without another word, Xierzes reached down and grabbed the hem, pulling it over my arms. Topless, I could feel both of their bodies’ heat radiating on me, their skin tantalizingly close to mine. Xierzes' breath traveled down my neck and pricked my nipples, and I felt my chest grow warm in anticipation.
I started breathing harder, and this seemed to delight the two creatures. Their hands were all over me, exploring every inch of my skin as if it was their first time with a woman. I relished the feeling. Xierzes rubbed his golden codpiece on my thigh, and I almost felt his cock twitch inside the casing. Trienal had no such modesty, his hardening member rubbing against my ass without a care.
I grinded into him for encouragement. He reached from behind me and cupped my breasts, before leaning down and kissing my neck. Both of their kisses were fast and urgent, like their speech, but carried a sense of hesitation about them. I don’t know how I picked up on it, but I felt like they were going much slower just for me.
Xierzes grabbed me by the waist and brought me closer to the table. He pushed me down on it and spread me out, so I was free for both of them to handle as they pleased. The only thing keeping me from their excitement were my panties.
With careful motion, Xierzes looped his fingers under the waistband and pulled them off of me, making sure to not catch my knees. I let out a sweet moan as he tossed them to the floor, the excitement almost making me dizzy. They were on me again, their hands and mouths exploring inches of my body I had never felt touched or kissed by a man. By a human.
Xierzes brought his head down by my thighs and licked my skin. I shivered, and he took it as a sign of encouragement. He brought his lips to mine and sucked, coaxing a drawn out moan from me. My fingers rushed to his head and clasped on it, holding him against my clit. Trienal held me steady and kept me from growing too urgent. I didn’t even need to look to get a sense of how large his cock was, quivering near me. As the wave of euphoria washed over me from Xierzes' tongue, I reached over and grasped Trienal’s cock, its strange skin smooth like marble.
He grimaced as I stroked it, pulling the foreskin over the head with each motion. He grunted and bucked without a care as I stared up at him, and his eyes met mine. Xierzes dragged my attention back to him with his finger, pushing it up into my body. I moaned loudly, which made both of the creatures groan in agreement.
Their bodies glistened with sweat, and my neck burned with uninhibited arousal. Xierzes pulled his fingers from me and loosened the belt holding his codpiece up, until it fell to the floor with a loud clatter. His cock was even larger than Trienal’s, and I knew exactly what he was planning on using it for. I stared at him with hungry eyes, and he motioned for me to scoot closer.
I let go of Trienal’s dick and brought myself closer to the edge of the table. Xierzes' eyes burned with an intensity I’d never seen before. As I came close to him, he grabbed my hips and dragged me across the wood grain, scratching my ass and shoulder blades. I winced as he released me, but he only moved his hands to get a better grip. He spread my knees apart and rested the tip of his cock against my pussy. The warmth was intoxicating.
“What are you waiting for?” I moaned. “Do it already. You said you wanted to fuck me. Now’s your chance.” I stared into his eyes with the rebelliousness of a teenager, and he took my challenge up. He lowered his cock and thrusted into me, one powerful stroke filling me to the brim. My eyes watered as I gasped for air, throwing my head back against the table. Trienal watched greedily, stroking his cock as Xierzes started to pump in and out of me.
I shook against the platform but could only barely watch both of them get off. I was lost in my own pleasure, the burning desire of it too much to handle. Xierzes' hand touched my clit and stroked it as he pounded me, his rhythm more perfect than I could have possibly taught him.
I groaned and lashed out, grabbing the edge of the table to steady myself. I regained some of my composure and lifted myself up to balance on my elbows, staring into Xierzes' eyes, into his soul. It was bare to me, and I wasn’t disappointed.
His strokes grew faster and more frenzied, and I found myself growing blind with euphoria. I shut my eyes and focused on the intense lump growing in me, a sure sign of my impending climax. I matched my breathing to his, and his hands clasped my waist, pulling me closer to him. His balls slapped my ass as he groaned louder and louder. I let out a long bellow as I felt a rush of another orgasm overwhelm me, spilling out of my body like waves of numbing fire. He groaned and finished inside me, my pussy clenching him and begging for more.
At last, he released me and let me slouch to the table. I breathed heavily, trying to catch myself. I looked over to Trienal who had just finished as well, and smiled. Xierzes grinned and withdrew from me. “It is done.”
My eyes rolled into the back of my head, and I was out immediately.
***
I woke up in a hammock. As I blinked against my grogginess, I forgot for a second where I was. Large, sinewy ropes dug into my naked body, but it was better than sleeping on the hard sex table. I looked around the room and didn’t recognize it from my previous walk through of the house.
The troll standing at the entrance to the room reminded me of what happened. Xierzes came forward after I woke up and offered me some bread and food.
I took it and ate greedily, not realizing how hungry I was from the hike and explosive sex. After I finished, I crossed my arms to try and warm my naked body. I looked at Xierzes.
“You may leave if you like. Some of the others want to keep you to make sure the pregnancy took, but I’m sure it did,” Xierzes said in his fast-tongue.
I nodded. “To make sure?”
“They would continue to fuck you, until you became pregnant.”
My eyes grew wide at the prospect. Nonstop fucking? “I don’t know if I could handle that after last night...”
“You’d adapt.”
I shook my head and climbed out of the hammock. “Where are my clothes?”
Xierzes pointed to a heap of laundry in the corner of the room. I retrieved my bra, shirt and panties and dressed myself. He looked at me with disappointment. “Sad. I thought you might stay.”
“I don’t think I could.” A smile crept up on me. “I could visit though.”
His eyes lit up. “To try again?”
“Sure,” I said. “If that’s what you want.”
Xierzes clapped his hands together. “I’ll tell the rest of the village. They’ll look forward to your return.”
I smiled and thanked him for the wild ride. He touched my stomach and nodded.
I left the house and wasn’t stopped by anyone on the way out. I spotted the hiker I had followed into the village. He had a disappointed look on his face, but I waved to him and he returned the gesture. After a small hike up the hill, I retrieved my sleeping bag and backpack and started to head back home.
I wrote down the approximate location in my journal. I’d have to come back for seconds — after all, I’d never been fucked like that in my entire life.