*Nitha POV*
I woke up to a splitting headache and a blinding light above me. As I moved my hands to rub my forehead, I felt unable to as something was holding my arm back. I shot up and opened my eyes despite the light and noticed that I was bound by chains to the wall. I looked closely around me rapidly, attempting to find what enemy had done this, only to find that there was no one. I couldn't help but feel antsy as the silenced dominated the room around me. I then noticed exactly where I was. I wasn't in some extreme place, I was in my basement. With my table and chair made for late-night drinking and crying over my anger at being separated and abused by the trolls. The fireplace where I would regularly fall asleep after some late-night reading, and a bunch of barrels where I kept all the alcohol.
They had all been moved out of the way and I was currently being chained down in the middle. I was barely able to move, and there were locks everywhere on the chains that held me. It was almost a smaller prison cage with how much metal was on my body. I could only wait to see what would happen at this point, as I couldn't move, I was in an environment that I had no way to get out of, and I didn't even know who had kidnapped me. Though, as if being answered, I soon heard footsteps coming down the stairs. I felt my heartbeat slowly increase and I felt my body heat up once more. Why? I could only ask myself as the vast lake of confusion was covered with astonishment as I viewed my captor in full light.
Dressed in black scaled armor that seemed to form a labyrinth when put together, with his silver eyes and blue skin, stood Vaiku, the very troll that I had captured the day prior and made sure was locked in a dungeon. He stood in the doorway with his helmet off his head and hanging from his fingertips at his side. I could see that he held a small triumphant smile upon his face, but the image didn't truly process as my mind was still asking questions. How did he escape? How did he know where I was? Why do I feel so scared of him? I couldn't answer all of them at the same time, so I simply froze. Still as rock, as I watched him come closer to me. Before stopping right in front of my face.
“Ya mind telling Vaiku what a naga be doin in dis place? If any of da odas be seein ya, Ya would haf been killed by now mon,” he spoke in the traditional troll accent but it held hints of something else. Though what I couldn't tell. “Don be freezin up on Vaiku now, I still need ya. After all, ya be Vaiku’s guide to dis place.” He spoke with an evil grin on his face as a dark fire burned behind his eyes. I couldn't move as soon as I saw them. They burned with hate, greed, and gluttony. I wanted to reach out and touch them but I was still bound.
Though he seemed to be getting tired of my silence as he grabbed me by the throat and began to lift me slowly off the ground. “Come on now, Speak, or I be havin to use force on ya, and ya no be wantin dat,” he said with no longer a smile but a cold face of indifference that layered over the face of a true predator. I was petrified in front of him but I knew that if I spoke on the secrets that I held I would be hunted for sport. It was already a blessing that I hadn't been hunted since I began living here. After all, most trolls bear an unnatural hatred for nagas such as myself. I decided that no matter how terrifying, I would bear my silence. Vaiku must have seen it in my eyes as he immediately said, “Ah, so ya bein silent eh? *Sigh* I been hopin dat it would no be comin to dis.”
He said it with such regret that it made me falter. He reached down and grabbed my neck before lifting me off the ground as the air left my lips and my breath became shallow. I could feel my tail touching the ground as the chains held me down leaving it next to useless. I tried to get any little breath that I could but his grip left me with no chance for that. He then immediately pulled back his fist but as I closed my eyes for the inevitable sucker punch, I felt an explosion hit my stomach. I coughed out any air that I had held and began to dangle from his hand as the rim of my vision began to darken and disappear from me. Is this the end? I felt the resistance in me begin to leave from my body like the air itself. And as I began to dangle from his fist, I felt as seemingly all weight dropped from my body, leaving my weightless, before I slammed into the ground.
The air rushed into my lungs faster than I could get it out to breath and subsequently, I was left in a state of breathlessness in which even if I wanted to, I could not. I couldn't even hear the clanking from the chains and from his armor as they slammed into the floor. I just kept trying to instinctively breathe. Though my break came soon as the block in my chest left in a flash and I was able to take rasping shuddering breaths that barely brought me relief. I coughed continuously as I breathed in and out. As my vision returned to me I finally noticed the different pieces of armor that were lying around. Confused I looked and noticed that there was a small mountain of then next to the now naked troll standing in front of me. I blinked for a moment, but it was a moment too late as I felt a breeze flow across my scales, causing me to shiver.
Spoiler: Real quick lemon scene.
I couldn't move as I looked upon the temple that was his body. Built like a rock, but moving and breathing like any other animal you would see in the wild. As he stood there I had plenty of time to become mesmerized by the absolute beauty of his muscle.
He grabbed me once more, though this time it was softer. He still held a hard grip but it didn't feel like the one before it. It didn't feel like he was going to kill me. It was him trying to show me how in control he was, to the point where if he wanted he could kill me, but he won't. I wasn't terrified but I was still quite fearful of him. And I couldn't help but feel another emotion bubble up. Small bubbles, but they were there. It was a feeling of submission. I could feel it in my blood, body, and bones. I wanted to be his. I wanted him to stand over me. I need it. I thought. I could barely control myself as he slid one hand along my scales, while his other kept my neck pinned to the ground. “I gonna be enjoyin dis body for meself.” He kept a wide-eyed grin as his hand slid into me.
I felt his fingers moving along the lining of my pussy. Scraping gently on them with his sharp nails. He quickly found my spots, and swiftly set to working on them. I felt my body bending to his being, simply melting like wax near a fire as he moved. Though just as quickly as he began, he stopped. Though I wasn't saddened, as I noticed his appendage that had been hanging, was now standing just as tall as he was. With a glare in his eyes, and a carved smile on he aimed himself towards me, just as a hunter would nock an arrow on his bow. I couldn't keep myself from moving of its own accord as I bit down hard on my lip. And with but a single swift motion, he let the arrow fly as he plunged into me. I felt it strike me deep down, far deeper than I had managed to get before, and as the pain hit, so did the pleasure. For while the pain pinched at me, the pleasure overwhelmed with maddening amounts. It was a broken dam, flooding me. Though he stayed still for a moment, I could feel any even minuscule moment made, from moving his hand slightly, to his heartbeat pumping blood into his cock. Though such a moment was quickly replaced as he slowly drew himself out like a sword from its sheath and plunged back in. Over. And Over. And over again. His relentless pounding made me start to lose focus, not only in my mind as chaos ruled, but also through my senses. It felt like lightning strikes up my spine and into my head with each movement. I couldn't take it.
As he continued, I noticed that he was gradually speeding up, faster and harder before he plunged as deep as he could, and stayed for a moment while his torrent of cum was unleashed into me. I felt as a flood of heat washed into me, getting as deep as it could go, before pushing back up the way it came when it had no more room, resulting in cum going everywhere. I felt satisfied, as every part of my insides were painted white, and my whole body radiated warmth.
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I closed my eyes. Though that didn't seem to be the end as I was aggressively awoken to his hand around my neck, cutting off the air. “Ya didn't tink dat dis was ova did ya?” He asked with a manic glint in his eyes. “Dat was just da beginnin. Now da real fun starts.” He watched as I continued to choke without air, and as I felt my eyes rolling back into my skull. Though he let go soon after that. Getting off my chest while I coughed up my lungs, trying for air once more. As he got up, I noticed that he walked over to the table that I kept down here, grabbing for a small bland-looking knife. As he slowly walked back to me, knife in hand, he spun it around his fingers with dexterity he didn't look to possess. He just spun it around, while keeping a glare directed towards me. I felt a shiver go down my spine as if I was being told that a disaster was coming. I could feel the temperature seem to slowly drop, and chills ran rampant through my body causing me to shiver, though I ignored it as the troll stood over me, ready.
*Vaiku POV*
Well, that was informative. Nitha, the naga, had given me just as I had hoped. She had given me information. I had asked about a few things pertaining to the situation right now, how well-liked was hakkar, and a few other things that would help me. I had already tortured most of the information out of her, but in the end she simply passed out from the pain. Weakling. Even I managed to hold my own against such technique when my teacher used it on me. I had simply started with a bit of flesh bashing, making her scales peel off a bit, before I started cutting things off. She wasn't like a troll where she could regenerate her whole arm if it was cut off, but naga can easily regenerate something as simple as the top of a finger, even humans can do so if you can find the tops. Bit of that and this, and boom. Information.
Anyway, due to her information, I had begun to construct a plan.
As the gurubashi war was about to start in a few years, I would need to be ready or else I would be destroyed. I had to pick the correct side, where I would get the most benefits. That side would be Hakkar’s. My class was a priest, and from what I can tell, classes don't develop their abilities, (Such as smite being the first priest spell) until the user reaches adulthood. (17 for trolls) I had thought about my class a lot when I was younger, and I realized something. Who says that you have to worship either the light or the void? Sure, they are the most powerful, but they are by far the most standard and inflexible of powers. Priests are known for worshiping a deity, even priests outside of WoW. So why can't I worship a loa? Also known as a wild God. It was a turning point for me.
But to become a worshipper of Hakkar, I would need to make myself known to the other trolls. What better way than that of a gladiator pit? A few fights here, or there, and I would be more well known. It was a simple plan, but an effective one if I could pull it off. Though there was a chance that I could fail in it. I stopped myself at that thought, before ridding myself of it's unnecessary weight that bore me down.
I had a plan ready. All that was left was the execution of it. I could hear the cheers of trolls screaming as I stood over my enemies body, blood drenched, and eager for more. I wanted it so terribly. I would have it. I thought, as I fantasized. I continued walking with The Naga while doing so.
I slowly brought her bloodied and broken with her shards of scales slowly peeling off revealing her pink flesh, up to the bedroom where I laid her down and simply left her. All the chains still on her, but without the locks. Should she wake up, she will know not to go to others. After all, if she were, I could just find her once more.
I walked out of her shack and into the sunlight as day broke free of the shadowy constraints of the mountains, and the red-orange and yellow rays landed upon my body. It must have just been a bit past 6 AM. There were the few who were up and about at this time. There were a few trolls that were simply getting up from the streets holding their heads, most likely from drinking too much from the night before, and trying to stand up before falling over once again. There were at least a dozen merchants running around and setting up shop for their eventual customers at which they would screech and holler about how their wares were better than their neighbors.
It would soon be pure chaos, and I would thrive in it. I smiled before running down the streets, trying to find my way to the correct path. And I soon found it. I was led through a gate and into the jungle leading away from Zul’Gurub, and as I walked the path, I looked in wonder. It was so real, it was so powerful. The simple feeling of being in this world. It held an intoxicating feeling to it. I continued through the jungle path, following closely to the path not yet set down like it was in game. And soon enough, I arrived.
I was ready to kill something. I wanted something to feast on, something to fight, something to get my blood pumping. Escaping Zul’Gurub was easy enough as none of them expected me to. But sooner or later, they would be on my tail, and they would find me. Regardless of whether or not the Naga spoke to them about me. Though they would be hard pressed to find me in a gladiator pit. Most prisoners would try to escape fighting and death, not delve into it. I was walking up to the gate when I was stopped by a small group of guards wearing red and dark blue hulking armor and carrying weapons as if they were carrying air. They all looked like they were ready to fight something, most likely me, but for the most part they stayed their hand. “Der be no games goin on today, what ya be doing here?” He asked in a deep voice. He was obviously the leader of their small group of guards as the others said nothing, waiting for me to speak. “I be wantin ta fight. Do ya need me to sign?” I asked back, staring directly into the leaders eyes.
He seemed a little shocked though, as if it was such a crazy request. Though perhaps it was. “Ya be wantin to fight? Ya must be crazy. If ya want a fight, go and duel someone. Ya just be throwin ya life away if ya go in da arena.” he shouted at me, drawing attention from the few other guards that were watching. “What so wrong wit wantin a good fight?” I asked, honestly quite confused as I thought most trolls would love a good fight. “Nottin, but dats just a blood fest.” He warned me once more, though I simply ignored it in favor of trying to figure out when the fighting would commence. “When is da next match? I be wantin in.” I told him, as he finally gave up on trying to convince me to not do so. “It be tomorrow. De only fightas are slaves. If ya want in, ya need to look like one.” He told me, already looking like he was regretting it. “Is dat it? Good. I got an idea.” I told him, as I started to walk off, leaving him alone in confusion and curiosity.
I had already begun to devise an idea. They needed a slave, so they would get one. As I walked through the jungle once more, I found myself wandering. Simply watching the jungle breathe around me. Though I quickly got enough of it, and started to head back to Zul’Gurub. As I walked past the gates and settled into the crowds that flooded the streets, I felt like I was sticking out. I was much taller than most of them, and I could easily see over them. Though my worries seemed to settle as I could feel a set of eyes resting on me. Like a hawk, watching with vigilance. I didn't let it know that I knew of its existence, but I did look for it with small glances to my right and left here or there. I saw through the various carts and over the other trolls as I looked, though nothing was found. So for the moment, I ignored it. I continued my path to the jail cell that I had been placed in by Nitha. As I arrived though, I noticed that there were a few guards that were coming along. They had their armor on completely tightened and ready, but I could tell from their posture and their way of movement that they were tired. They almost didn't want to be here. Shouldn’t be too hard to escape their notice. I thought as I slowly inched through the river of people, and towards the cells.
As I entered, I noticed that the guards who were coming down the road must be the new ones, as there were none in the building. So I quickly moved down the hallway, unstopped, til I came across my cell. The door was still slightly ajar, and nobody was in it so I quickly entered it before closing behind me and hiding my swords underneath the “Bed” that they had given me.
And just as I had imagined they would, they entered, noticed nothing and simply moved on. This should be fun. I thought.