The Keep

Anjasa sat on the couch, curled in next to Jumwa, a thick glass of fine liquor in her hands. She wore a tight black skirt with a loose, low cut black top, her hair brushed slightly around her shoulders. Her face was screwed up in a look of disgust, continuing her conversation with the large Troll at her side. He wore a loose fitting robe, black and coming down low on his stomach.

"She ain't movin' in again, hm?" Anjasa groaned, taking another sip of her drink, staring at him and waiting for a response. Jumwa rolled his eyes, shaking his head, "only room enough in my home for one odah permanent resident, hm."

Anjasa nodded in vehement agreement, "damn fuckin' right, d'at's my house."

"Hmm, I did hang ovah control to ju, didn't I?" he smirked, moving to grab a cigar from the table in front of him, waiting for her to light it. She nodded in response, moving to grab the lighter from her pocket, still a bit of annoyance lacing her voice, "jes. She ain't welcome. Tell 'er ta go back ta where she came from."

"Does dat make me jour guest now, hm?" Jumwa smirked, puffing on the cigar.

"A very welcome guest," she smirked back, the anger in her voice melted away, staring up at him adoringly.

"Will I have to pay rent now, hmm?"

"How much rent could ju afford?" she grins, speaking in a teasing tone.

"Hmm, might have to pay it out in kind. Pay for it wit' services rendahed," he returned seriously, clasping the glass out of her hand and taking a long, slow drink, his adam's apple bobbing up and down his thick throat.

She watched him quietly, amused, smiling, "Oh? Hmmm. Sounds enchantin'."

"Poor young troll like me can't afford hefty rental fees, hm."

"Jes, poor, young, weak ju."

"A young troll has to make his way by somehow, hm?" he grinned, giving her back her empty glass, which she took and put back on the table in front of them, stretching a little, "prostitution is very lucrative, an' I hear some elves have a thing fer big, bad trolls."

"Hm, ju t'ink dere's a future in it for me den?"

"If I ever let ju, maybe," she grins, sitting back upright and looking at him, "maybe fer a treat..."

He smirked in return, snaking an arm over her toned shoulder, "dat so, hm?"

"I can get jealous an' possessive too, hm. De only difference between ju an' I is I end up payin' in de end, nod de other way around."

Immediately he grinned and grabbed her with his large arms, hauling her on top of his lap, "I was only planning to sell to ju anyhow. How much to move into de upstairs bedroom wit' ju?"

She licked her lips, leaning in and whispering into his ear" I think it'd be fair for ju to move up d'ere if ju strip fer me once a month, real sexy like. Maybe bring a friend over a few times a year, hm."

He licked her lips in return, listening to her as he ground slowly against her bottom, "dat so, hm? Ju want me to strip wit' a friend of mine for ju?" He mumbled softly in his gruff voice as he stroke her thigh tenderly.

"Couldn't do anythin' but help, ju ask me," she whispered, still next to his ear.

He turned his eyes towards her, his hand flittering up under her skirt, rubbing her roughly, "What kind of friend, hm? How should he look?" he groaned, his eyes fluttering shut as he licked her jawline. "Anodah large, muscular troll, hm? Or somet'ing more elegant for jour amusement? What first for my landlady?"

She hugged him tightly, bringing her warm, moist lips to his neck, suckling his flesh softly as she mulls it over, having obviously not thought this far ahead.

"I'll have ta think about it."

He kissed down to her shoulder, one hand holding her, the other stroking her thigh before moving to bite her shoulder, "don't t'ink too hard now, hm? I will have to do it more den once to pay de rent, aftahall."

"Jes... d'at is true" she mumbled softly into his skin, "how about ju choose."

"Mm, de sultry Anjasa... unable to choose her first kink... shocking..." he smirked, eying the bit of bare skin on her shoulder before biting it again, leaving some more slight marks.

"I hadn't thought of it in a long time, lover."

"Hmm, so contented wit' one, is dat it? Only now t'inking of adding anodah for jour amusement."

"For de rent, nothin' more! Just tryin' to make things fair."

"Mmm, ju could've demanded some long, oral attention for dat. Mmm, ju wanted... more," he smirked devilishly, licking the indents his teeth left.

"Mmm, ju would deny me d'at pleasure if I asked?" she grinned wider, licking his neck, "I just got a hankerin' is all... didn't figure ju'd approve."

"Mmm, but I don't want to deny ju dis time. Would enjoy quelling jour hankering more."

"I'd like d'at, Jumwa'jin."

"Do ju love me, hm?"

"My Jumwa'jin.." she pulled back and smiled at him, staring him in the eyes, her voice almost purring, "if d'ere was ever a man crafted specially fer me, ju are it. I do love ju."

He watched her as she spoke before leaning in, kissing her lips, "den for ju, my love... t'ink on how ju would like it, hm? And jour Jumwa'jin will do all much to fulfill jour hankering to its greatest detail."

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Anjasa was sprawled on the bed, her eyes wide and hungrily devouring everything she could. Her left arm was chained high above her and her leg was chained below, stretching her just before the point of being uncomfortable on the massive bed. The sheets were rich and soft to the touch, though they were wrinkled and bunched up with Anjasa's futile attempts at escape. Her free leg was sprawled open and she frantically pet at wet glistening folds, whining and whimpering in her arousal.

Her body was covered by little more than a black piece of fabric, mostly see through, exposing her large chest, tied tightly around her waist with a silken belt. She had been moaning and crying out for the past several minutes, begging to be fucked to no avail. She doubted they were even hearing her as they moved together, moving together as if in a rehearsed play.

Begging Jumwa with her eyes, she whined louder and louder as her rubbing grew more ferocious, the clattering of the chain holding her arm providing her rhythm as she struggled to free herself and join in. Her thighs and fingers were slick and shimmered in the dim light, banging her hand into her with reckless abandon, squirming her back and body on the bed, arching her back and moaning loudly every few moments, in between her begging. Her thumb pressed roughly down on her clit as her fingers moved quickly in and out of her folds, a look or pure desire on her face, her lips contorted into a permanent moan.