This is a heavily edited excerpt from Her Majesty’s Wizard. I’ve always liked the scenario but it could have been written better. This includes a lot of added text from other stories and books.
-CountryMouse
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He swung toward the sound-and a young girl burst from the trees, holding up the skirts of her dress with both fists, running in terror along the path of the river. Her gown was ripped and tattered. Long, black hair streamed from a sweetly angelic ivory face. As she ran the fabric of her dress cleaved to every intimate contour of her body. Full breasts stretched the fabric of her bodice taut, and her skirts whipped tightly about long, slender legs and the curve of her hips. Even in panic there was something about her that promised impossible pleasure for the man lucky enough to bed her.
Hobbling and leaping over the plain on thick, stunted legs, giggling and drooling, came something eight feet tall and four feet wide. Huge platters of eyes, small nostril holes, and enormous mouth and teeth. Its clawed tentacles were all reaching out, trying to be the first to hook her, to be the first to rip her open, to sink those needle-sharp teeth into her flesh.
Troll, Matt’s mind screamed at him. His body kicked into overdrive as he ran towards the girl. The troll leapt landing five feet behind her, claws reaching out to snatch at her skirt. She was hampered by her clothes-a dress of rich fabric that was worn and tattered as if it had seen much harder use than it was meant for. Her firm thighs flashed through the gashes in her dress.
Bushes snagged and tore at her clothes. Branches slashed her arms as she ran with wild abandon. Clumsy with fear. A hole in the ground caught and twisted her foot but she stayed up and kept running. A tentacle lashed out and hauled at her sleeve, but it tore, leaving her slender arm bare.
Another tentacle shot out, snatching the hem of her skirt, she stumbled and spun about as the bliaut tore open in a long, jagged rent along its whole length. She screamed, but staggered back into a run, the troll snickering behind her.
It slashed out again, a second tentacle hooking the back of the neckline, and the dress snapped her arms up as it came away from her. For a moment she stood, arms poised high, in only her shift. With the moonlight behind her showing the shadow of her body against the thin cloth, here and there a long gash in the fabric revealed smooth white skin. In a moment the troll would realize the girls’ slip was just the outer wrapping and would tear that away to get down to serious business.
The girl slipped out of her own dress and landed roughly on the ground. She rolled to the side just in time to avoid a clawed tentacle that slashed down at her and kept rolling. She threw herself to the side-
-straight into a thorn bush. She screamed and yanked at the unforgiving briars. She was doing well until a branch snagged the slip, starting a rip at her waistline. The troll was closing in on her. She tried to jump away but a tearing rent the air as the tattered hem of her garment was caught in the thorns.
The girl cried out “Oof!” as her body slammed against the fabric and she was jerked back and slammed into the muddy ground near the riverbank. For a dizzying second, she lay there gasping for breath holding her stomach, the forest spinning around her. On a groan she rolled up into a sitting position to untangle her shift.
The troll was almost upon her again, so she tore away a long swath from the nether portion of her own slip, just below her hips. Revealing much more than Matt felt he was entitled to. The troll howled and pounced but she was too quick for him. She cried out “Eek!” as she danced away, her lean, lovely legs exposed to the cold night.
She was free for a moment and was up and running. The troll caught her with a howl of glee, she dug her bare feet into the soft earth to scoot back, but the troll reached down, clutched her by the hair lifted her toward the gaping shark’s mouth. Matt heard the shift rip as she struggled, the tentacles were all over her, no matter how she fought and kicked. With one solitary movement the tentacles wrapped around the breast line and pealed downward, tearing all but a few tatters from her body.
The girl swung there in dainty nudity, eyes wide, cheeks red with embarrassment. Her breasts were a true marvel, firm upstanding globes, her torso slender and well-toned, her hips beautiful and rounded. Matt appreciated again, whoever this woman was, she had a good body.
She tried to kick the troll in the nose. Then Matt reached the troll and leaped, striking home. The troll howled and dropped her leaving shreds of the girls’ clothing in its tentacles. She was thrown far, and Matt heard a scream followed by a splash as she dropped into the river. The sword bit in deep, cutting halfway through its head. Its whole body jerked in one mighty spasm. It fell, twitching and heaving, scrabbling about in the dirt, but the thing was already dead, its spinal cord cut. The spasms slowed and stop as Matt stared at the dead thing.
The woman surfaced from the river with a gasp. Exposed to the icy breeze, she shivered as water from the clear stream dripped over her small and slender form. Her hair clung to head, her throat, her shoulders as did beads of water that reflected in the moon light. She was naked, gloriously naked, fresh and vibrant from the cold river.
Matt ogled, face lengthening as his tongue grew thick with desire. Moments after first seeing her fully dressed, the girl had been stripped to her bare skin right before his eyes. It was as if he willed the girl to be naked and the universe obliged. She caught his eye and bounced a little on her feet so that her breasts lifted and fell impressively. She tossed her head to flip back the long black hair that might have cloaked her charms. What was left of her dress was hanging around her feet in shreds.
“You have slain it!” She ran into Matt’s arms embracing him, his arms closed about her automatically and she looked up. Her face was beautiful with high cheekbones, small straight nose, full ruby lips, and huge dark eyes. There was no possible way the woman could not have felt Matt’s massive erection as her bare thigh pressed against his groin, but she chose to ignore it. “You have saved me! Oh, but you are my true knight!”