The Keep

Series includes violence and sex and is not recommended for young readers

The young man Jumwa had quickly grown into a heart throb of the community. Troll women all struggled to grab his attention, for a well-providing mate he’d make, and security he’d bring to their lives. He was the foremost topic of the girls talks, and the fact that the vile young boy had to hear much of it through his best friend cut into him deeply. Even his strong, boyish friend Chu’la couldn’t help but mention him, and not always in a degrading way.

But he admired his friend; saw in her the strength and potential that the brutes like Jumwa couldn’t begin to fathom in a woman. When allowed she still beat most of the boys at many games, though more and more she was being torn away to become a proper woman.

He hadn’t ceased growing in the meantime either, but the boy was still just barely reaching his friend Chu’la’s height, and though she was tall for a girl, it was still a matter of embarrassment for him. By the time he claimed her as his mate, he thought, he’d be the bigger though. He was certain of it.

Since they were children they had grown closer. Their games had gone beyond just sports and competitions. He had even kissed and played other games with the budding girl, and noticed her growing womanly appeal long before others. As he walked into town with his catch over his back, a young deer, he hid a proud smile. He would tell Chu’la he caught it for her, and they would eat and celebrate after she cooked it for them.

His hidden smile became a frown however, as he passed the broad Jumwa, standing eating from the dish of some young tart eager for his affections. He sneered and kept walking as he called out behind him, “Dere gonna be anyt’ing left when ju skin dat, ju huntah so vile?” He laughed and kissed the girl before him who still gazed up at him, starry eyed.

He clenched his teeth and carried on, trying to push the venom from his mind.

So entwined in his rage was he, that he didn’t notice the time as it flew by, and before he knew it, he was walking up behind his friend at her favourite pond, their meeting spot.

She heard him coming from quite a distance away, but held back until he got close enough to hear him, “Ju don’t mind keepin’ a gal waitin’.”

“Only when de wait is wort’ it.” He said as he flung down the deer near her, crouching over it and smirking a little self-confidently.

She quickly turned her gaze to the deer, then paused before smiling slightly, “Not bad.”

He gestured to it with his hand, “For us. To eat. Togeddah!”

She raised a brow, “Not for jour muddah and fadda?”

He scowled, “’e aint my faddah. An’ no. I said it’s fer us! Open jour ears!”

As evening approached, he sat watching her prepare it. He admired her physique, muscular than all the other women in the Tribe he’d seen. She was filling out in all the right places, slowly, but surely. She didn’t seem to notice his gaze until the food was cooked and nearly eaten however, “What’chu lookin’ at?”

He looked down, chewing, “not’in’” he muttered.

She smirked back, “Oh ja.” She spoke in a deep, mocking tone, “Not’in’.”

He grimaced and tore some more meat off the bone he gnawed at. Staring down at the dirt he marvelled at how his plans never ended up how he conceived them. He couldn’t be charming wit her. In his mind before, by this point he had swept her off her feet and the two were embraced in the throws of mating, well on his way to impregnating her and thereby marking her as his own in their people’s way.

Finally he snapped out of his stupor when he realized she was standing up. No more of the meat he caught in her hand. His shoulders slumped, he had wasted the night. Not just the night but the entire day. With another glance up though, he saw her, faced away from him, undo the front of her skirt. The garment, made of animal hide, parted and slipped away so her slender lower body stood bare before him. She grinned over her shoulder, “Come on den.” But his eyes were glued to the round green cheeks of her ass.

Pausing for a moment, he quickly dropped the leg of the deer he held and with one leg pulled himself over the cooked deer. Sheepishly his hands reached out for her hips, hesitating before she took them and placed them upon her. “Don’t be a wimp.”

He scowled but was too caught up in desire to do more than that. After tonight he’d be the first of the boys his age to claim a mate. Even Jumwa. Before he could begin the worrisome thought of how he’d provide for three or more trolls though, she undid her top and he gazed at the silhouette of her firm, bulging breasts, capped with hard dark green nipples.

He slid a hand up to one of them, feeling the smooth surface of her breast before brushing over the hard nipple. She turned, facing him and grasping his hand, pulling him along. “Before I change me mind…” she smirked devilishly and lowered herself down, laying back on the grass.

Undoing the leather hunting pants he wore, he quickly fell to his knees between her eagerly parted legs. She rubbed her thighs enticingly, eager to start, which caused her arms to press her budding breasts together in an appetizing manner. Though his eyes were glued to glistening lips of her sex, his shaft throbbing as it hovered over it.

His breathing was fast due to his nervousness, but he slid down over her quickly, not wanting to risk her irritation. His cock slid along her opening and he pushed in, his eagerness at his first time overcoming his hesitations. Though his inexperience led him to repeated failure. Push after push failed to penetrate Chu’la until, out of frustration, she grasped the base of his member and pointed him… there. He slipped inside her warm folds to a feeling unlike any other he’d experienced.

Moaning, he quickly thrust in and out of her, supporting himself on his palms. His mind seemed on fire with the sensations and he could barely give it his usual degree of contemplation. Were he able he would’ve relished the thought of many more nights like these ahead, but before he could pull his mind out of the ecstasy, it was over. To her irritation, Chu’la’s friend came inside her after but a few thrusts.

She laughed as his eyes rolled back in pleasure, “Ju bettah have more in ju den dat.”



The next day he awoke to Chu’la dressing, “I have ta get back ‘ome. See ja latah.”

Before he could think up something else she took the remainder of the last night’s meal and bounded off. He lay back in the grass and smiled up at the dawn sky.

It was some time before he composed himself and gathered the energy to dress and walk back to his home. His mind raced with a thousand thoughts as he neared the hut his mother built, but as it came in sight, the one at the foremost of his mind was his desire to never return here.

Before his legs could carry him to the entrance, out poked Jril’s head, followed by his now plump body. The large troll bore an awful expression of rage and before the young man could reach the entrance he shouted, “Where de fel were ju?!” He eyed him up and placed his hands on his hips, sniffing as he neared, “I smell meat from ju, but I don’t see any!”

Blocking his entrance, the younger couldn’t ignore his older ‘father’ any longer and he glared up at him wordless. “Well?! What’d ju do?! E’t it all up on us, did ju? Ju lil’ brat!”

Out of the corner of his eye, he could’ve swore he saw the hide covering the entrance to the hut move, his mother likely watching until then. Jril glared down at him, furious and building to another outburst when his mates son exploded before hand.

“Don’t ju dare evah talk ta me like dat again, ju fat leach!” The two were of about the same height, though Jril of a larger build, both around his bulbous stomach and his chest. “I wont take anodah second o’ jour shit! Ju hear me?!” Neither one moving as the face off ground to a standstill, Jril responded with his own yell, but before it could get out he was cut off “Shut up! Nobody wants to hear jour shit, worm!”

Clenching his fists, Jril seemed ready to pounce on the younger troll, while the youngers’ hand crept closer to the hunting dagger at his side. As the tension built between the two Jril’s mate burst out from the hut and ran between the two of them and she plead for her son, “Please, don’t!”

As if being plucked from a dream, the younger troll stared, dumbfounded for a moment. Neither of the males could move for the other while the woman cried and desperately kept the two apart.

Moving his hand from his hunting knife, the young troll simply turned and walked away. When he reached the turn in the forest taking him out of sight he began to run, ignoring the shouts and cries behind him. Racing off in no particular direction, his mind was already partitioning off that part of his life and trying to leave it behind. His mother hadn’t the strength to leave that vulture and he was about to start his new life with Chu’la.