A Tale of Tits and Trolls

(*All characters in this story who engage in adult activities are over eighteen years of age when said activities occur.)

(*Please read Part 1 of this story(with detailed character descriptions in the introduction) before reading this part - doing so will provide a better reading experience.)

(*This part was delayed a little due to switching from a Windows machine to a Mac.)

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Eastern Castle - Queen Valeria's private rooms.

A few hours before dawn.

"What do we know?" Valeria inquired. She remained outwardly calm but her eyes revealed how serious was her concern for her daughter, Wren, who was now missing.

"We found their breach point," General Calanthe replied. "Whoever has her, took her out through the tunnels beneath the castle - it's likely she was taken from her nightly bath. Things there were in a state of disarray. One of her maids is also missing."

"Calanthe, you know how important she is - even beyond the fact that she is my daughter. She is the future - we all need her..." Valeria stated solemnly.

"Yes, my Queen - I'm forming a search and rescue team which I will lead, personally. We should be ready to depart within the hour," Calanthe responded.

"You have my deepest gratitude, Calanthe. There is no other I would trust as implicitly as you," Valeria replied; then, almost as an afterthought, she added, "Take Shale with you. He will not wish to be separated from you, and he may be of some aid."

"Yes, my Queen," Calanthe affirmed.

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A day's ride west of Queen Valeria's castle.

Late day; an hour or so before sunset.

The count of women in the small encampment stood at eleven. In addition to Wren, there was Carina, the maid who had betrayed Wren, Garnet, and eight others. They had ridden hard all day upon horses which had been stolen from a village on the western fringe of the grasslands which bordered Valeria's lands. The horses had been stolen on the journey eastward, on the way to kidnap Wren, and now that the group had once again reached the western fringe, the horses had been released into the wild. Where the grasslands ended, a wide swathe of rough, rocky, arid terrain began. It would now require four or five days travel by foot to reach the western mountains, where Queen Selene's Castle loomed majestic upon a ridge in the foothills beneath stunning snow-capped peaks.

Garnet signaled with her eyes and a slight motion of her head to one of the women, indicating to the woman that she should take first watch on Wren. The eastern princess's hands remained bound behind her back, but; otherwise, she was unfettered.

"You will not be harmed," Garnet said to Wren. "We need you, and I'm certain that you know why." Garnet lowered her gaze meaningfully to Wren's bosom, noting the two wet spots where Wren's milk was leaking beneath her form-fitting cloth top. "If you cooperate, you will be treated accordingly. If you try to escape, things will become much more difficult for you."

Wren held Garnet's gaze unflinchingly, saying nothing. A moment later, as Garnet turned away, Wren glanced to her maid, Carina, who blanched under Wren's accusatory stare. The look was broken when the woman assigned to guard Wren clasped her arm and pulled her away in the direction of one of the small tents which had been set amid the rocky ravine where they would spend the night.

It was late summer, and still quite warm, so only the smallest of fires was lit beneath a rocky overhang and sheltered on three sides. The scent of seared rabbit soon wafted around the small campsite.

A little while later, Carina slipped inside Wren's tent, bringing two small portions of the rabbit - which she gave to Wren's current guard. As Carina turned to leave, she stumbled (intentionally) and used the fall to conceal placing a small written note inside the waist of Wren's breeches. Wren met Carina's gaze for an instant and read there that Carina had not wanted to do this, yet, clearly she had; perhaps the note would explain further if Wren could find a way to read it, unseen. The exchange was over in an instant, and just as Carina slipped out, General Garnet stepped in.

"We're not going to feed you or help you when you need to pee, so we're going to untie you, but, trust me, you really don't want to try to escape. There are wolves and trolls about in the wilds around us, and we might not recapture you before one of them finds you." Garnet tilted her head, examining Wren, before continuing, "Besides, I think you understand that you have an obligation to the greater world, to not die before you push out a daughter or two. The world needs your tits - your milk, and I don't think you are the kind of woman who places self above others, regardless of circumstance."

Wren held Garnet's gaze in silence for a moment before speaking, "I won't try to escape, for now, but consider it a short term promise."

"Fair enough, Princess," Garnet replied, then, as she turned to leave, she spoke to Wren's current guard, "Untie her but maintain a close watch."

...

On the second morning, just after sunrise, the woman who was a witch among Wren's captors used a small magic spell to enhance her vision to look eastward, back, the way they had come. "I have seen the glint and gleam of their pursuit - they are less than a day behind us," the witch informed General Garnet. "But, now, they will need to abandon their horses, just as we did. All in all, it seems that their pace matches ours - we should not falter in our urgency," the witch finished.

Wren finally had an opportunity to read the note which Carina had secreted to her. Wren finished peeing among some rocks and brush along the fringe of their campsite, and before returning to camp proper, she pulled the folded note from the waist of her breeches and read it quickly:

"I'm sorry, Princess. They have my mother. I will help you if I can. - C"

Wren crumpled the note and hid it in the earth beneath a nearby flat rock, and then, on impulse, she used her finger to write in the sandy earth, her own message:

"It's me, Wren. There are ten of them. Help if you can."

Wren moved away from where she had etched her note and then squatted down again. She raised her somewhat form fitting cloth top upward, freeing her tits, now swollen to bursting with milk, and began to squeeze and express some of the magical liquid from her body. Multiple tiny jets of white fluid squirted from her nipples and spilled on the ground. She hated to waste what she knew was of vital importance to so many, but, she really had no choice currently. Wren sighed with relief as she finished with her second breast - and looked up, just as one of the women came looking for her. "Time to move Princess."

...

That night, as often occurs across the rocky arid landscape between Eastern and Western Queendoms, there was a lengthy violent lightning storm. Cracks of thunder echoed through the air followed by jagged streaks of lightning flashing from sky to ground, but there was no rain. Wren and her captors huddled in small tents beneath a rocky outcropping, waiting out the storm, and this made them less vigilant than they otherwise would have been.

A particularly loud thunderclap had just faded when a piercing scream cut through the brief calm of the encampment. Women scrambled into action, including Wren's guard. Wren herself drew back the flap of her tent and searched the darkness. Another thunderclap sounded followed by a brilliant arc of lightning - and in that moment, illuminated by nature's fury, Wren saw a monstrous troll holding one of the women upside down by one of her legs. The troll seemed surprised when it was suddenly surrounded by several women brandishing blades, spears, or bows, who positioned themselves strategically around the monster. The members of Garnet's squad were well trained and battle hardened, yet few of them had ever faced a wild troll on relatively open ground.

The troll tossed the unfortunate woman it was holding aside like a child's doll, smashing her against some nearby rocks.

Wren heard a sickening crunch, and then, the troll, drawn by the magical purity it sensed in Wren, moved directly toward the Princess's tent.

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Queen Selene's castle.

Early evening; a few hours after sunset.

Three women, three bedrooms. Sex and secrets therein.

Queen Selene opened her night robes revealing her woman's form to the young man who would be her entertainment this eve. The Queen had her pick of young men who were of age but who had not yet reached the fullness of manhood; the time when the troll curse would claim them. Her plaything tonight was an eighteen year old youth (half her age), blonde (a rarity in the Western lands), and pleasing of both form and face. The Queen stepped to her bed allowing her robes to fall upon the floor as she did so. Her movements as well as her words as she spoke them to the youth were sensual, inviting, seductive.

"Come, to me," Selene purred. "Disrobe, and let me see you, and then I will have you for as long as you can last."

It was after the youth had climaxed inside his Queen twice, upon their third coupling, when the youth had the endurance necessary to bring his Queen to her release. Selene dug her sharp black painted nails into the young man's back and murmured soft sounds of sexual delight as her cum slick cunt quivered around the youthful cock inside her. She did so love the feeling of being desired; the little deaths she could steal from any male who came between her thighs. She drew him to her breast so he could suckle her. "Drink of me, that you might delay the curse a little longer," Selene said softly. It wasn't that she held any great love for the youth. He simply filled a need for her, and he might do so again before he lost his humanity and became a monstrous troll.

...

Elsewhere, Princess Raven was kneeling at the foot of her bed, practicing giving a blowjob to two young men at the same time. The youths were of the same age as Raven and they could not believe their good fortune - having been summoned to spend the night in sexual play with the princess of the realm. The only limit was that Raven was not to engage in full coitus - her mother forbade it until she came to her milk without pregnancy - only then would Raven be encouraged to fuck as many young men as she wished and to push out babies, hopefully daughters, for the good of the realm.

At this moment, one of the young men had his hands locked around Raven's head and hair, holding her tightly to him as he spewed his issue into her wet warm mouth and throat.

Raven protested, though not really, by pushing with her delicate hands against the youth's lunging thighs, and making choking and squealing sounds in her throat. When he released her, she made a show of swallowing and gagging, then finally spitting as gracefully as she could manage into a fashionable embroidered cotton handkerchief she had set on the edge of her bed for just this purpose. Some of the young man's semen still clung to the multiple piercings along Raven's lips causing them to gleam in the candlelight.

"Fuck, I love it," Raven purred before pushing the first boy aside and pulling the next into place, whereupon she quickly began again, her glossy black lips though smeared somewhat still held the lipstick she favored. The second youth trembled with anticipation and disbelief as he watched the Princess's dark black lips engulf his raging hard dick and slowly envelop him until her lips met his groin; taking him balls deep in her mouth and throat. He reached tentatively, uncertainly, but then rested his hands gently upon her head as she proceeded to fellate him - a delight beyond his imagining before this moment.

...

In another nearby bedroom, Neith, currently alone, sat cross-legged upon her bedroom floor. She leaned over a bowl she had placed between her legs and gently squeezed her right breast with both hands. The surprised look upon her face when milk sprayed from her tit into the bowl was that unique mix of wonder and dismay and realization which typically only occurs for each person a few times in a lifetime.

'What the fuck?" Neith exclaimed softly.

Her breasts had felt tender and swollen for a few days now and she had begun to suspect something. Now, it was confirmed - she was lactating. She wasn't pregnant - she was sure of it; besides, one didn't lactate until a baby was born. The only one she knew who produced milk without pregnancy, and who remained in a permanent state of lactation, was the Queen, and - Princess Raven? But Neith knew that Raven had not yet begun to lactate, so, what did that mean? Neith had an inkling, but she would need to do some kind of test before she knew for certain, and, if what she suspected was true, how would she proceed?

Neith proceeded to express the milk from both of her breasts into the bowl. Afterward, she felt lighter, relieved, and much more comfortable, physically at least.

"What to do, what to do, how can I test..." Neith thought to herself while glancing around her room. Her eyes locked onto a nearly dead flower in a small clay pot filled with earth which sat on a ledge beneath a westward facing window. Neith rose and lifted the bowl containing her milk. She moved cat-like to the wilted flower and poured a bit of her breast milk into the small pot. She set the bowl aside and then flopped upon her bed. She lay there for a long while just staring at the flower, until, finally, sleep claimed her.

...

The next morning, upon opening her eyes, Neith was greeted by the sight of her once faded flower restored; once again a brilliant blue dahlia framed with vibrant lush green leaves.

(*This story is expected to be released in three or four parts. The goal is to release a new part every few weeks until complete. With the constant tide of stories that we see on Literotica, individual stories are quickly buried, so, the multiple part/chapter release method at least offers more chance that a reader might stumble on one of the parts, decide that a story is of interest, and, hopefully, begin by reading the first part and then proceed to each subsequent part. I have recently been trending toward writing short, standalone, one shot stories, because those see more readership, but, then there are comments requesting that a given story receive more chapters, so deciding the best course is a quandary for me. In any case, comments are welcome, and thank you for reading.)