Cyberdryad Guardian Friends: Trouble in Bogsquat Swamp - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

The smell of stew with smoky spices greeted her when she emerged from the bathroom. Judas had a couple of iron pots going on the cook stove, and with a wooden spoon he stirred one of them containing sausage, okra, butter beans, onion, chili peppers, and chunks of bacon in a thick, heavily-seasoned tomato sauce. He turned her way as she emerged from the bathroom.

"That dress suits you nicely," Judas said, a hint of sensuality in his roving eyes and casual grin. "You're free to keep that one too. I've no need of it; it doesn't fit me any more." He laughed.

"Um, thank you," Rusakina said. "But all this, for a dance?"

"Oh, no, wait!" Judas said, grinning. "There's more! You also get a good homecooked meal. It'll give you some of your strength back, and hopefully soak up some of that bottle of fairy wine you just drank. Unless you're a hard drinker by habit, I'll bet you're in a pretty silly state of mind by now."

"Chance thinks I'm always silly," Rusakina said with a shrug, "so I'm sure I'll be okay." She did feel rather giddy, but it was a stark improvement over her earlier drained state.

"Who is this Chance you speak of?" Judas asked, his head turned slightly in curiosity.

"Chancelly Mayple," Rusakina said, "one of my best friends. She's grumpy and bossy, but smarter than anyone except maybe Dr. Marshall. I'm here with her and my other best friend Mariko Cheri, who's kind of a troublemaker, but she's so happy-go-lucky and funny and generous." In a talky, excited state of mind, it seemed only natural to mention her two best friends to Judas. Then she blinked, her somewhat cloudy mind abruptly recalling her purpose. "We're on an important mission." She looked frantically for an exit. "Thank you for everything, but I have to go! I have to help them!"

"You'll do them no good without your full strength," Judas said calmly, "and that enormous metal whirlybird is still hunting for you out there. You should rest just a bit longer and have a little bit of food, my beauty. Come and sit here." He patted the sofa near the cook stove.

"Okay," Rusakina said, "but you're being awfully helpful for someone who I just met and already owe my life." She took a seat and raised a suspicious eyebrow. "You sure all you want is a dance?"

Judas grinned knowingly. "Now that you mention it, I also want you to stop those scoundrels who're making all this mess and racket," he said, "which I assume must be why you're here. Tell them they need to get out of this swamp and leave us respectable folk who live here to mind our business."

Rusakina nodded. "Yes, but shouldn't I leave right away then?" she asked.

"The sun sets soon," Judas said, "and you can strike from under cover of night, well-rested and well-fed." He took a wooden bowl and served it up full of the thick, hearty stew over a bed of rice. "For you, my beauty."

The food was really hot and Rusakina had to blow on it a while before she could take a bite, but it was quite good: smoky and spicy, filling but not overly heavy despite the greasy meats inside. The meat was itself a rare treat: Chancelly did not like them cooking it at home because the odor made her nauseous, and this was much better than the cheeseburgers and chili dogs she sometimes got as restaurants with Mariko. Before she knew it she found herself gulping it down eagerly, scraping the bottom of the bowl with her spoon for the last remaining dregs. Her body started to break down the food with digestive juices and absorb its nutrients, the starches entering her system and restoring her energy as the protein replenished her muscle.

Judas smiled. "How do you feel?" he asked.

"Much better," Rusakina said. "Thank you, Judas." She felt heat on her face as she smiled at him. "And I'll gladly give you that dance before I go on my way."

Judas stood up and produced a harmonica from his pocket, and made a few jaunty, wicked wails with it, then left it in the air and let go of it. Through his fairy magic, the harmonica hung in the air and kept playing. He repeated the trick with the violin, base, percussion set, and guitar, so that each kept playing in time with the others, until the room was filled with a lively tune of old-fashioned dirty country blues as was often played in the first half of the twentieth century. It was soulful, but had a beat and a raw swing to it that invited dancing. With the nonexistent band playing, Judas extended a single hand to Rusakina, and she took it and rose into his arms.

Rusakina moved her body to the music along with Judas's skillful lead, swaying in the sensual flow even as she kept up with its rambling beat. He spun her out to arm's length, then pulled her in close, so close that his breath was hot on her neck. His dark, confident eyes captivated her between movements, but threatened to be pulled away by the bounce of her firm little breasts as she moved. His hands caressed her waist, just above the slit in the dress that opened to her hips, and then when he spun her and pulled her close, his hand came to rest low on her belly, just above her pubic mound, with a distinct hardness pressing against her ass, separated only by the thin, sheer fabric of their clothes.

The room seemed to spin around them, Rusakina's feet gliding in intricate steps with the music, her body moving in harmony with Judas's under his skillful touch, her hips swaying in a sharp, sensual rhythm. Finally, as the music ended, he spun her out one last time, intending to pull her back in, but she fell back further to his canopy bed and pulled him in instead, then caught him in her arms. The song faded, and she gazed into his eyes at the edge of his bed, her lips parted, her chest rising and falling with husky, shallow breaths. The invitation was surely unmistakable.

Judas moved in and kissed Rusakina softly, his full lips enfolding hers and making them buzz with heat and anticipation, and she happily folded him into an embrace, melting against his body. She let her hands glide over the muscles of his neck, feeling the taut firmness there, and then beneath the collar of his shirt and over the slopes of his shoulders. A shiver of anticipation ran through her when she traced a finger over the dip just above one of his collarbones. She found his shirt to be still too confining, and she pulled open a couple of buttons on it, then drew it open, and he slid his arms out of it and let it fall to the floor, leaving bare his expanse of smooth dark-brown skin over a slender, toned body.

"S-so... my debt to you is..." Rusakina started.

"Paid in full, my beauty," Judas murmured, and he kissed the side of her jaw, just above her neck.

"And this... this isn't...?" Rusakina murmured, before interrupting herself to kiss him softly again.

"This is no extra charge to you," Judas said, his voice full of rich, sensual levity.

Rusakina was stunned for just a moment by that saucy reply, and while she stood in shock Judas kissed his way down her neck, to her shoulders. She felt his breath, warm and moist on her clavicle, and his tongue tracing along its length to her jugular notch, and felt her body becoming flushed and tingly, her pussy becoming heavy and open with arousal. Then he opened the front of her dress and eased it down to bare her tender-feeling breasts. He traced his fingers over them, leaving little fiery trails over her sensitive skin, and then planted kisses on them that left cool spots of moisture in their wake. She eased back onto the bed in his arms, the fabric of the sheets rustling sensually against her hot, sensitive shoulders.

The tension of anticipation made Rusakina squirm, and a quick jolt of pleasure shot through her when Judas loomed over her and lowered his lips to her nipple, already stiff with desire. First with a kiss, then a swirl of the tongue and a gentle suck, he made her body tremble with pleasure, and when he repeated the treatment at her other breast, he drew a small bead of sweet, milky sap from it. His eyes looked up at her in question as his tongue licked his lips.

"I-it's because I'm a dryad," Rusakina explained somewhat awkwardly. "We, um... it happens sometimes, w-when we're feeling..." Her mind, clouded by the pleasure she was feeling and the heady high of the fairy wine, dropped the train of thought. "Judas, I-I can't think right now, let alone even talk! Keep going, please?"

"Of course, my beauty," Judas purred in his sensual accent. He kissed Rusakina's other breast again, making her moan as another intense burst of incredible sensation shot through her, and drew another little sweet bead of sap out. He moved up and kissed her gently on the lips, letting her taste her own sap, then moved down again as a warm, shaky breath escaped her lips. Then he unfastened the laces lower on her dress and took hold of it, and looked up at her in question. Flushing with desire and nervousness, Rusakina raised her hips up, allowing him to slide the dress down and past them.

Rusakina had to look away then. "I-I'm so embarrassed," she said, lying on the bed, her lady parts in full view of this handsome fairy stranger who she had just met, who had taken her in and saved her, given her food and a bath and danced so wonderfully with her. She started to lose her nerve, and closed her lightly parted thighs.

"You're beautiful," Judas whispered, and the touch of his hands upon her knees made her legs tremble hotly all the way up. He gently parted her legs again, and though she easily could have resisted, she allowed it, flushing furiously. "Do you want this, my beauty?" he asked.

"Don't make me say it," Rusakina murmured softly to the side. Her skin blazed with desire, gooseflesh on her arms and legs.

"You don't need to say anything," Judas said, "only answer me. Do you want this?"

Slowly, barely, Rusakina nodded. Then she felt Judas move above her, couldn't bring herself to look, and a gasp was stolen from her lips when he kissed her navel, his tongue tracing around it and leaving cool wetness behind. He kissed lower on her belly, until he was just above her pubic mound, and then hesitated again, until the next kiss came right on her inner thigh, which was lightly anointed with the wetness accumulating at her pussy. Knowing that he was tasting her there sent another rush of excitement through Rusakina, and she felt her heartbeat in her ears, warm and sensitive. His face was right in front of her pussy, wet and aching with desire, but his next kiss skipped over it and brushed along the inside of her other thigh, tantalizingly close.

Rusakina could hardly stand the arousal and anticipation she felt now, as if her tingling skin could crawl away on its own. Then Judas's tongue touched her pussy, its tip sliding up and down ever-so-gently along her slit, just before it pressed in. Rusakina threw her head back on the bed, trying not to wriggle and writhe uncontrollably as his tongue tasted her inner labia, then pressed in deeper to explore her wetness inside. It felt as though she was filled with tense, urgent electricity, unable to release it. Then his tongue drew up, its broad, flat front dancing delightfully over her clitoral hood, and she jumped.

"Oh, yes, Judas," Rusakina cried softly, scarcely recognizing her own voice at first. "Yes... again..." And after tracing his tongue along her pussy and dipping in to taste her again, Judas complied with another swirl of the tongue, then gently spread her with his fingers and gave her a few rapid flicks, each motion drawing a new and stronger spark of pleasure from her body. His tongue lavished attention over her clit in rapid, irregular movements, slick and wonderful, firm yet soft, and it wasn't long before her climax approached and he carried her through it.

Rusakina cried out in passion as wonderful feelings stole over her body, waves of pleasure emanating from her pussy and clit. Her ears filled with such a rush that she could scarcely hear her own cries, and she could do little else but just feel the intense pleasure consuming her consciousness and becoming her world. Her hands bunched in the sheets of the bed, squeezing the fabric tightly, and at the sides of Judas's face her legs quivered, pleasure buzzing through them to the tips of her toes. Finally, Judas's tongue slowed and the amazing feelings began to ebb, and he slowly withdrew from her.

When Rusakina looked up, she saw that he had his pants off, and his long, thick cock stood straight out from his body, its head peeking through the foreskin, with a single white bead already gleaming at the tip. She stared raptly at him as he moved between her legs and positioned its head at the slit of her pussy, and when he looked into her eyes again for an answer, once more she slowly nodded.

Rusakina gasped when Judas slid slowly inside her, the slight burning sensation of his entry giving way to a deeper feeling of fullness that felt so, so very right. He leaned over her body, strong and firm, and she ran her hands over his tight arms and shoulders, then caressed his chest as his hips started to move, his cock sliding in and out of her. The angle of his movements had his cock sliding against just the right places, drawing further gasps from her lungs in time with Judas's own heavy breaths.

Despite the cook stove and hot bath, the room had seemed cool, magically free of the heat of the swamp, but now the air felt hot and moist as sweat beaded on Rusakina's skin, joining with drops from Judas's skin when they fell upon her body as he moved inside her. It made his back slick, his smooth skin sliding beneath her hands as they traced over him. Exploring his shoulders, she found his wings, seeming both ethereal and solid at once, such that her hands could stroke across their edge, or pass right through them like a warm, buzzing fog. Her sense of time slipped away as he moved in her, granting that exquisite feeling of fullness and withdrawing it time and time again.

A second orgasm stole over Rusakina, making her cry out as she reached the heights of pleasure while he thrust inside her repeatedly, the deep, pure satisfaction of his movements and the pressure of his presence inside her mingling with the intense waves of bliss that engulfed her senses. She moaned, clinging to him with sweat-slicked hands, her body moving and rippling with each of his motions as she hung on a thread of pleasure and fulfillment.

As the feelings started to ebb, Judas made a cute little face and a gasping sound, and Rusakina felt him twitching inside her, and a distant sensation of growing wetness and heat as he held himself deeply inside her, his entire body tense. Finally, the tension left him, and their eyes met in a breathless, sweaty stare. He lowered his face to Rusakina's and stroked her cheek softly, then gave her a gentle, tender kiss upon her pleasure-buzzing, bee-stung lips.

Slowly, Judas pulled out of her, his cock now half-soft and slick and shiny with their juices. Rusakina squirmed on the bed, savoring the feeling of the sheets upon her sensitive skin, then slowly drew herself up. She became aware of a light trickle between her legs and gasped, but Judas anticipated her need and placed a handkerchief in her hand, which she placed to her pussy to catch the overflow inside her.

"Judas," Rusakina said softly, "that was wonderful." She took him gently in her arms and kissed him upon the lips, a fleeting and tender gesture, before she slowly pulled away.

"Yes it was," Judas said. "My beauty... Rusakina... you have made this afternoon magical for me. The dance alone was wonderful. This was further beyond."

"I could stay here with you, tonight," Rusakina said, and she reeled with the temptation. "Longer, even. But I have friends, a-and a job to do, that wouldn't..."

"Of course," Judas said. "And rather than dwell on what this is not, let us cherish what it is." He took her hand, raised it to his lips, and kissed the back of it. "I will return your dress to you, clean and fully mended. In the meantime, please keep that one..." He sprinkled over the pink dress with a hand, and sparkly dust fell upon it. "...and that enchantment ought to protect it from damage or harm from the ordinary elements of the swamp." He handed it back to her.

Rusakina felt oddly wistful dressing in front of Judas, regretting that she was no longer naked before him. He too dressed, and she managed not to giggle as he pulled on his tight slacks and boots, a task which seemingly no man could accomplish without looking a little ridiculous. "Can you lead me back to the grove in the swamp?" she asked.

"Of course," Judas said. He did not finish buttoning his shirt, but instead took Rusakina in his arms and pulled her close. "Hold tight, my beauty."

Once again Rusakina found herself pressed tightly against Judas's body, but this time his lips met hers. He guided her through the impossibly tight passage leading to and from his home and gave her long, slow, deep kisses upon the mouth. At length, they emerged into the grove shortly before sunset, and Rusakina realized that she had been tiny indeed all this time; only eleven or twelve centimeters tall. Judas landed with her upon an old log, then took her hands in his. The early evening light cast a lot of shade, not long before sunset.

"Goodbye for now, Rusakina," Judas said with solemn affection, "and luck be on your side." Then he grinned and clasped her shoulder. "And you take these rascals who are mucking up our swamp and thrash them good, you hear?"

"Righty-o!" Rusakina said with a smile. "See you, Judas! And thanks again!" She kissed him upon the cheek, and then he cast a few grains of fairy dust over her, and she was growing. The swamp wavered before her, and when her vision cleared she was full-sized again. Judas was still the glowing outline of a miniature man with dragonfly wings, and she watched with a smile as he disappeared back into one of the trees again.

Then, slowly, Rusakina's smile faded. The pleasant memory of Judas seemed abruptly like a dream. Now, there was a job to do: a dangerous and messy one. She extended her antenna again, but when she opened up to radio contact, she only got a painful, squealing static across all frequencies that she tried. Apparently, butthurt over having one of their drones taken out, Nailrazer had taken to jamming all radio frequencies in the area. Rusakina put away her antenna, groaning at their uncivil and immature tactics.

Fortunately, the other drone was nowhere to be seen, and the fading light and long shadows of the swamp at sunset provided adequate cover as Rusakina trudged through the swamp, with the frequent splashing of frogs and birds and the constant high-pitched droning of insects drowning out the sounds that she made in her movement. But at the same time, Rusakina could see nothing of significance herself, and time could be critical after her long, if pleasant delay in Judas's home. She saw a likely-looking cypress tree and decided to stop for directions.

"Has a maple dryad or a cherry dryad passed this way today?" Rusakina asked. "And which way did she go?"

She waited for an answer, and at length the cypress tree responded in a cagey crackle, "YES. CHERRY. WENT TO THE NORTH NOT LONG BEFORE."

"Thank you!" Rusakina exclaimed happily. That could only have been Mariko! She headed off to the north at a quick pace with a renewed sense of purpose. Mariko hadn't answered the radio earlier, but she was surely nearby. If they could all meet up and reform their team, they would be that much better equipped to complete the mission.

The ground level grew higher to the north, until Rusakina found herself emerging onto an island in the swamp, rich with swamp grasses and brush. In the center stood an enormous hut made of twigs and daubed mud, casting a long, dark shadow in the fading orange light, with a roaring campfire nearby upon which sat a boiling metal cauldron. Somebody lived here and was boiling water. Rusakina mentally controlled a nearby patch of brush to turn and position its leaves to provide her cover, and then she hid within to observe the hut.

Within a few minutes, the inhabitant appeared most frightfully from the entrance of the hut: a massive swamp troll, two and three-quarter meters tall, with mottled dark green skin, a long, pointy nose, gangly limbs, and fierce, sharp claws. In his arms he carried Mariko, covered in mud and bound in crude twine, with a gag over her mouth. Since he was walking in the direction of the bubbling water, Rusakina could only think of a few possibilities regarding his intentions, all of them bad.

"Stop!" Rusakina yelled. "Leave Mariko alone!" The troll dropped Mariko and turned dumbly to face Rusakina, so she ran at him and leapt through the air to strike him with a flying jump kick from her powerful cybernetic legs. Her foot struck his chest solidly, but she bounced off of him and landed on her ass in the dirt.

"Another intruder," the troll said in slow, rumbling voice. "Kurlag will eat well tonight." He grinned, showing a mouthful of sharp teeth, and grabbed Rusakina with one of his massive hands. "Put you in stew pot first." In the fashion of trolls, he was very slender, but every fiber of muscle and scrap of skin was toned, rippling, and wiry, as tough as jerky, and his broad feet and wide stance made him very stable on his feet. Between his legs dangled a long green cock wrapped in a gnarled foreskin and a large sack containing balls the size of duck eggs.

Panic flushed over Rusakina. "No, don't eat me!" she screamed as he lifted her off her feet. "I don't wanna die, and I'm sure boiled dryad doesn't taste good! I'm probably all tough and woody, and I've got yucky metal pieces all through my body!"

The troll, Kurlag, frowned in contemplation. "Other one said same thing," he said. "Maybe you will be better if I boil you long enough?"

"No, what would be better is.." Rusakina stopped, thinking. There was no doubt that Kurlag was very mighty. He had shrugged off her kick like nothing and now held her effortlessly with one hand. "It would be better if we were friends," she said. "You can help us fight off the other intruders who're causing trouble and making your swamp worse!"

"Others... oh, right!" Kurlag said. "The uniform men and ladies with their magical metalcopters!" He laughed with vacant smugness. "They are already Kurlag's friends. I found them setting yellow metal barrels down in swamp and they gave me a box of Cracker Snax and told me I could have it if I pretend I didn't see anything. But Kurlag is too smart for them. I tricked them because I actually didn't pretend I didn't see anything! I did see eeyoon!" His smug grin widened, and he tapped a clawed finger on the side of his head.

"Yes, help us fight them," Rusakina said, smiling weakly as she squirmed in his grasp. "We'll protect your home and drive them away!"

"No, you help me fight them," Kurlag said, "by being delicious supper and giving strength to Kurlag's body as food." The grin on his hideous face had elements of magnanimity to it, which was perhaps a relative improvement. "I will be grateful for it." He drew Rusakina close and took her near the boiling pot.

"No!" Rusakina cried. Flailing around in desperation, her hand fell upon his cock. She considered a sharp grab and twist to make him lose his grip, but then she considered her own body, still a little aroused and on edge after her hookup with Judas despite the passage of time and her current situation. It dawned upon her that she could make him a different kind of overture of friendship, better than Nailrazer's lousy box of Cracker Snax.

"If you don't kill me, I can make you feel really good," Rusakina said, with a ridiculous seductive purr in her voice. She stroked her hand up and down the shaft of his cock, and felt it twitch and get slightly warmer.

Kurlag stopped, and set her down away from the stew pot. "You serious?" he asked. "You would do unga-bunga with Kurlag?"

That set Rusakina back. "I think so," she said dubiously. "But, um... what's unga-bunga?"

"You is pretty, but not smart," Kurlag observed smugly. "You full grown and don't know about unga-bunga?" He laughed. "Unga-bunga is when man and woman are together and the man's peenwood gets hard and stiff and woman's ladycave open up and get all wet and sloppy so he put him throbbing boystaff into her hot cuntpipe and go like hump, hump, hump until it feel good and he go cream, cream, cream and fill her up with boy juice that turn into healthy bouncing babies inside her belly."

Rusakina resisted the urge to roll her eyes in annoyance. "Yes, that," she said. "I... I want to do unga-bunga with you, Kurlag. But only if you promise you'll keep us alive and not eat us, and help us fight our enemies, okay?"

"Ooh, yes!" Kurlag said. "Kurlag loves unga-bunga! It's my favorite feeling in the world!"

Mariko made an angry, desperate squeal into her gag, and Rusakina knelt beside her and touched her shoulder gently. "Sit tight," Rusakina mouthed silently to her. "I'll get you out of this, and then we'll take down Nailrazer together."

Kurlag laughed. "You not even talk correctly!" he said. "Eeyoon needs to make sound when you move your lips or people will not be able to hear it!"

"Oh, sorry," Rusakina said with a feigned airheaded giggle. "It's sooo easy for me to forget!" She stood up and sashayed to him with a seductive smile. "You're as smart as you are handsome, Kurlag." She reached out and took his cock in her hand, gently stroking its shaft. "Now... how do you want me?"

Kurlag stroked her cheek softly with a gnarled, clawed finger. "The question on Kurlag's mind, what him really ought to know, is... what am pretty girls' names?" he asked, his soft gaze and low voice almost tender and seductive.

"I'm Rusakina," Rusakina said, running a hand over his slender hip as her other stroked his cock, "and she's my friend, Mariko." His cock stiffened and grew under her touch, until it stood straight and erect at over twenty centimeters. It was the biggest she had ever seen in person, and her lips fell open as she stared at it in awe. "Holy crap, you're huge."

Rusakina crouched down a little and pushed his foreskin back, baring the knobby head of his cock, which she greeted with a little kiss. She opened her mouth and tried to take him in, but it proved quite difficult, and she had to stretch her lips and jaw uncomfortably to accommodate him. She felt as if she was trying to eat a cucumber whole! Of course, it wouldn't prove any easier to take him in her pussy, and the very thought gave her a flutter of trepidation. She looked up at Kurlag, eyes wide, and stroked the thick shaft of his cock as she sucked on the head and moved her tongue awkwardly around it. His erection twitched, and a single bead of salty, musky fluid oozed out of its tip into her tongue.

Kurlag chuckled. "I said Kurlag would not eat you," he rumbled, "but never promised not to eat you!" He abruptly pulled his cock out of her mouth with a pop, then drew her dress off and tossed it aside before lifting her high in the air, his massive clawed hands tucked under her armpits. Rusakina screamed and struggled uselessly, but her thrashing was reduced to a quiver when he hoisted her up over his face, three meters in the air, and extended his long, flexible tongue to drift over the lips of her pussy. The thin, nimble tip of his tongue traced up and down her wet slit, creating shivers of anticipation that surged through her core.

"Wait, Kurlag!" Rusakina protested. "You might not wanna do tha-aaah!" She had planned to warn him about her encounter with Judas less than an hour ago, since he was big and strong and potentially deadly if he was unpleasantly surprised by tasting another man's cum inside her. But either he didn't notice, or he didn't care, when his tongue plunged deep into her inner recesses, filling her with slippery, writhing, flexible flesh that stroked and caressed her inner depths more nimbly and thoroughly than anything ever had before.

Unable to do much else, Rusakina hung in the air, breathing shakily, in Kurlag's powerful grip as his tongue explored and tasted every bit of her pussy, giving her a feeling of flexible, squirming fullness. The tip of the tongue gave her a sweet, aching pressure deep inside, and the outer reaches of her pussy just below her clit tingled with pleasure as they were gently massaged by the palpitations of the base of his tongue. For untold minutes this continued, the build of Rusakina's pleasure from this indirect stimulation maddeningly slow, with Mariko staring up at them wordlessly until the sun finished setting and only the crackling campfire was illuminating their coupling. Finally, Rusakina found herself able to get an orgasm from this, and she cried her pleasure out into the night as Kurlag's tongue wriggled deep inside her, sending deep intense pleasure spreading out from her core.

Kurlag's powerful arms lowered Rusakina, breathing heavily, but as she braced for the feeling of the earth under her feet, it didn't come. Instead, Kurlag gripped her thighs and bottom and held her in the air at waist level. She felt the head of his cock against her slit, and with a foreboding tremor she realized he was going to take her standing up, right here in the open. Slowly, with an uncomfortable but deeply satisfying burning, stretching pressure, he pushed inside her. Rusakina's eyes went wide and unfocused, and she grabbed Kurlag's massive shoulders for support. With Judas, she had been filled; now, she felt truly stuffed. If she wasn't aroused and wet from his tongue's movements inside her, this would not have felt pleasant.

Rusakina cried out involuntarily as Kurlag swung her body out, then pulled her back in, her pussy clinging tightly to his cock as he moved in and out of her. Each thrust slid along the front wall of her pussy as he slid out, stimulating her with pressure in all the right places. The fullness felt so intense and complete and satisfying despite the light stretching pain, and sharp little exclamations escaped her throat in time with his quickening movements. The dull, aching, satisfied feeling that came over her again and again blended with a rising sort of pleasure and aftershocks from her last orgasm that had never quite faded completely, sweeping aside any revulsion she might have felt at being fucked by a hideous, grinning troll.

"Yes, Kurrrlag..." Rusakina moaned, clinging to his muscular frame as he took her with steady, persistent thrusts. With several high-pitched, keening cries, she exploded into another climax, clinging limply to his body and shuddering as he fucked her faster and faster. Her exclamations rang out through the swamp as her conscious mind and awareness faded under explosive waves of pleasure. As the sensations began to fade, he pulled her close, thrusting hard into her, and she cried out again at the sudden burst of intense sensation as his cock pushed into her furthest depths and swelled, then twitched and spewed forth thick blasts of liquid heat.

Rusakina trembled and gasped for breath as for a long time Kurlag held her aloft and came in her, his cock pulsing again and again. The fortitude of trolls was legendary, but she hadn't guessed it would extend forth into his orgasm! She felt very full and wet inside as he continued climaxing, spewing more and more of his hot viscous cum into her deepest recesses with no signs of stopping. Finally, with a satisfied grunt, he pulled out of her with a wet, bubbling 'pop!' but still he was not finished, and a strand of thick white cum flew from his cock to land on her knee, then a few more bursts fell to the ground before he stopped.

Rusakina looked down with mixed awe and horror at the pool forming between her legs as his fluid ran out of her, forming streams down her thighs and falling in gobs from between the aching lips of her stretched pussy. She could hardly believe she had just had sex with an ugly, barbaric troll who had filled her with his thick, pungent, syrupy troll cum that now oozed from her pussy in a constant stream. She looked up at Kurlag, eyes wide, and felt an increasingly confusing mix of attraction and revulsion. "Was it good for you, Kurlag, baby?" she asked, placing a hand tenderly on hip.

Kurlag grinned. "Your pussy is the best-feeling thing in the world!" he exclaimed. "I could come in eeyoon several times every day!"

That thought, of being Kurlag's mate and experiencing that several times per day made Rusakina flush with shameful, abhorrent desire. She knelt beside Mariko and began untying her, cum still oozing from her well-fucked pussy and making a little pool on the ground. Happily, Kurlag gave no sign of objection as he watched her do it. "I liked it too!" she told Kurlag, smiling up at him, "and I'm grateful you spared us and agreed to help. Thank you, Kurlag. You're a big sweetie after all."

"You may think so," Kurlag said, and his face turned into a guilty frown, "but Kurlag lied to you."

Cold dread washed over Rusakina in the sweltering heat of the swamp. "You mean you're not gonna help us?" Rusakina exclaimed in dismay. "After I was so nice to you? ... You're still not gonna eat us, right?"

"No, still gonna help, and I won't eat you." Kurlag clarified. "But you should know one thing, pretty Rusakina: 'unga-bunga' is not really a swamp word for sex. Kurlag was just fucking with you by telling you that, because you are outsider." He chuckled to himself.

"Oh," Rusakina replied, shuffling her feet awkwardly. She still felt sore and stretched, and his juices leaked out over her thighs. "I sorta figured, to tell the truth. I mean, it sounded so dumb. I just didn't wanna say anything." She hazarded a scowl in the face of his smug grin. "Even so, that's not nice, Kurlag."

"Never mind that," Mariko said, standing up, for she had finished untying herself after Rusakina got her started. "It's bad enough that you gave it up for this troll like a total ho-bag, Rusakina, but are we really gonna trust him as a part of the team, after he was gonna eat us?"

Rusakina flinched. "Of course," she said. "Even if you don't trust him, you keep your friends close and your enemies closer. That's, like, the first law of the jungle."

"For a start, the law of the jungle is something like kill or be killed or survival of the fittest, not that," Mariko objected. "For another thing, you remember how he was gonna boil us alive before you took the D? Or how he just admitted he lied to you right now?"

"Seriously?" Rusakina shouted. "Are we really gonna argue about this now? What a joke!"

Mariko threw up her hands. "Fine," she said irritably. "You're the one who just took troll dick, not me. Go ahead and be a slut, why don't you? I could care less!" She folded her arms and turned away.

Rusakina gently put her hand on Mariko's shoulder, confused and hurt that one of her best friends would be this angry and judgmental after she had just saved her life. Besides, Mariko was certainly wrong about one thing. "The expression is supposed to be 'I couldn't care less,' actually," Rusakina said gently. "The other way, it's like saying that it's possible to care less, which means you do care at least some. But if you couldn't care less, then you don't care even one bit. See?"

Mariko turned back, staring at her with clenched teeth and a clenched fist, and for a second Rusakina was sure that she was going to hit her. Then her fist unclenched, moisture crept into her eyes, and a reluctant smile crept over her face. "You're insufferable, you know that?" she said, and seized Rusakina in a warm, fierce hug. "Thanks for saving us, best buddy. I'm glad you're okay, and sorry I called you a nasty name."

"Best buddy," Rusakina echoed back, a lump forming in her throat as she hugged Mariko tightly, overwhelmed by feelings of friendship and love. Even so, she was struck by a flash of confused rejection when Mariko pushed her back.

"Okay, enough hugging," Mariko said quickly, once again snappy and aloof. "Pretty sure you just got troll cum on my leg."

In the background, Kurlag had been waiting patiently, but now he made an exaggerated yawn. "Time to hunt down enemies yet?" he asked. "Kurlag am hungry and sleepy."

"Yeah," Rusakina said, picking up her dress and putting it on once more. "Let's find Chance and get this mission wrapped up." She looked at Kurlag. "You remember where you saw the other intruders putting their yellow barrels? Think you could take us there?"

Kurlag nodded dumbly. "Kurlag knows this swamp like the back of him own ass!" he proclaimed.

Rusakina frowned. "But, um... you can't even see back there, Kurlag," she said.

"Exactly!" Kurlag said. "I know eeyoon so well I don't need to see, just like this swamp! And good thing too, because it is too dark to see swamp at night! I know both well, but can't see either!" He chuckled to himself.

"Okay, this is scary," Mariko said, "because that actually made a little sense."

"Come!" Kurlag said, and turned around to lead them on. By the light of the campfire, Rusakina herself abruptly became much more familiar with the back of Kurlag's ass: it was large, bulbous, and hairy, with a few prominent pimples. Again, she marveled ruefully that she had been intimate with the ugly troll, but it had felt so incredible!

"Better put your infravision on," Mariko said. "The light of the fire will be behind us soon."

Rusakina started to give the mental command that activated her cybernetic infravision, then stopped short. "Wait, shouldn't we put out the fire before we leave it unattended?" she asked. "If we don't respect our environment, we're no better than Nailrazer!"

"Yeah, except for the parts about not doing crime or killing innocent people," Mariko said sarcastically. "You gotta be kidding me. What, are you worried the swamp will burn down now?"

Kurlag sighed and grabbed a bucket from inside his hut, then scooped up a bunch of water from the nearby swamp and threw it over the fire. He repeated this several times until the fire was a pile of drenched, steaming embers. "Now is pretty Rusakina ready to go?" he asked.

"Um, not quite," Rusakina said sheepishly, now growing aware of a dawning tightness low in her abdomen. "Just one more thing. Err, do you have a toilet?" She was regretting not going earlier at Judas's place, but felt self-conscious using a cute guy's bathroom. Oddly she didn't really have that problem with Kurlag.

"Toyy-lett?" Kurlag asked dumbly.

"Um... I need to go to the bathroom," Rusakina said, and she bit her lip softly with chagrin.

Kurlag still looked blank, and Mariko rolled her eyes with an exasperated groan. "Really?" she said. "He doesn't have 'bathrooms' out here, silly! Are you really so prissy that you can't just tell the big warty gross troll, who just cockstuffed you and jizzed in you a few minutes ago, that you need to go take a shit?"

Kurlag gave a long sigh that dripped with contempt. "Hole in ground behind broadleaf bush over there on other side of hut," he said flatly. "Anything else that needs doing before we leave? Maybe just sleep tonight, wait here till morning, have nice breakfast, take bath, trim hair and claws, groom up nice and pretty, do morning stretches, maybe leave around noon?" He folded his arms and fixed her with a weary scowl.

"Look, you don't have to be a jerk about it!" Rusakina snapped. "This is why I didn't want to say anything to begin with, because I just knew you'd get weird!" Fuming, she stomped off around to the other side the hut, stepped behind the bush, lifted her skirt around her waist, and squatted down over the hole to take care of things.

Rusakina had soon concluded her business there, and was just finishing wiping herself clean with a few of the soft leaves of the bush when she saw the blue and white lights shining through foliage in the distance. Their shimmering light reflected from the surface of the still swamp water in scintillating patterns. Satisfied that she was now thoroughly clean, she stood up straight to get a better look. The light's patterns danced before her eyes, and her feet took steps forward.

Continued in Chapter 4

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