Rargar coughed.

  “Is it really true?” Gregor asked.

  “Is what true?” I responded. I was really hoping we were going to talk about my wood.

  “That you have a big di addition to those tremendous titties,” he said.

  Gigantiormous.

  That was not the wood I meant. “Every piece,” I said, pointing at the piece of pine and trying to steer the subject back, “would be of this quality but te long. Not quite twice as tall as me.” At five-nine or so, I was the shortest person in the room, which was something I wasn’t used to.

  “Making love with someoh a dick would be like fug a guy,” Rargar told Gregor.

  “That’s ridiculous,” replied Gregor. “A chick with a dick is still a chick. Tell me you don’t want to touch those boobies.”

  Everyone wants to touch the boobies I made.

  “Not if they have a dick attached to them,” Rargar insisted.

  “I think she’s totally –”

  “Guys, I’m right here,” I said.

  “Trolls,” Gavabar said, trying t Rargar and Gregor to order, “How much wood do we need?”

  Gregor shrugged. “Need? It’s so hard to say. We could use a lot. How many of those could you get us?”

  “A hundred a week?” I suggested.

  Gregor nodded. He was still staring at my chest, though. “That would help a lot.”

  “Enough that romise peace with Xy?” Gavabar asked.

  Gregor nodded slowly. “I think so. Especially as – well, you know, fighting Xy in her forest is ly simple.”

  Gren lifted her gss. “Do we get to sample the whiskeys yet?”

  “Sure,” I said, opening the rye first and p out a thimble full into each cup.

  A few more drinks ter, they had sampled everything. Gren liked the scotch best, Gregor liked the rye, and Rargar was a fan of the brandy. Gavabar, meanwhile, watched thoughtfully.

  “So,” he said. “What do you want?”

  “I want three things. One, I eace with Xy. Two, I want, for the month or so, four trolls to go and help Xy deal with the damage – I’m not trading anything for that. The vilge had a deal with her, the vilge broke that deal, and now it’s the vilge’s job to help with the mess. And third, I want some bination of gems and gold to pay for liquor and lumber.”

  “Gold is the main thing we have to trade with the elves,” Gavabar said. “They like it, too.”

  “And liquor and wood are your most urgent needs,” I replied.

  And so we started haggling. I wasn’t a gem expert, but I knew I wanted ones like the ones I got, and I khat dum, the material sapphires and rubies were made from, could scratch a masonry drill bit, and that pretty muothing else but a diamond could. So that let me specify which gems I wanted, and clearly, they’d vary. They couldn’t promise me three brilliant stones a month of the same size as the ones I’d given the jeweler, but it did sound like they mined a few pounds of gold every month. Still, it was clear they valued the gems less than the gold.

  The deal we finally came to was that I would deliver a huen-foot two by sixes and five bottles of liquor, including one each of brandy, Scotch, rye, and Jack Daniels and one duplicate, each week. They would pay me eight ounces of gold, uhey could show me gems I wanted more.

  So, basically, that was a thousand dolrs or so of lumber, and two hundred dolrs of liquor, for about twenty thousand dolrs of gold, or probably even more value in rubies and sapphires. I probably could have gotten more, because they quite clearly seemed to feel they’d made the deal of the tury.

  I felt a little like I’d cheated the natives.

  “We’ll also let you take our dead bodies away,” Gavabar offered, “iurn for yreement not to kill any trolls.”

  Fine. I wasn’t going to kill any of them anyway, and while I didn’t want their dead bodies, it might help with the vilge smell to cart them away. Once we got used to dealing with each other, maybe I could get them better sanitatiements, but that would only make things more plicated right now, especially since from my versation with Gavabar before he didn’t see any need for ge. “Only caveat to that is that if someoacks me, I’m going to defend myself.”

  “Of course,” Gavabar said. “No one is going to attack you.”

  I didn’t know that I could be sure of that. Baradzem and his crew had their sympathizers. Maybe bringing whiskey to the trolls meant everyone loved me, and maybe it didn’t.

  “Just being clear, is a grope an attack?” asked Gregor.

  “If you haven’t asked first,” I told him.

  “ I touch your tantalizing tits?” he asked.

  Part of me thought there wasn’t any harm in it, but I didn’t really want him to, and that was enough. I’d told enough people that I wanted enthusiastisent only, and was I going to have lower standards for myself? “No,” I said.

  “It would be totally gay anyway,” Rargar said.

  “How toug tits be gay?” Gregor retorted. “Yay because you don’t want to touch her tits.”

  It’s totally gay. Don’t let them touch us. Ick.

  “Is our business done here?” I asked Gavabar.

  Gavabar stood, and spit on his hand. “Absolutely,” he said. “We have a deal.” He stuck out the hand for me to shake.

  I didn’t really enthusiastically sent to the whole hand spitting thiher, but I wasn’t going to refuse their . I was, however, going to start pag hand sanitizer in my bag of holding. I spit on my hand and shook.

  Gregor was still arguing with Rargar, unimpeded. “If her hand slid up and down on my shaft, it wouldn’t be gay, because she has boobs.”

  “It would totally be gay, because she has a cock,” Rargar retorted.

  I looked at Gren, whed and stood. “You know what would be gloriously gay?” she asked the twuing trolls.

  “What?” they said in unison.

  “Me, with Abby,” she said. “Because she has boobs, you know, and so do I.” Gren put her arm around my waist, and slid her hand up oher side high enough that she was definitely copping a feel. I couldn’t say I really minded.

  “When women do things with each other it’s not gay,” Gregor said.

  “Right? Who doesn’t like to see that?” Rargar agreed.

  I left them to their moment of agreement, however shallow it might be, a Gren steer me out. I didn’t figure they’d ever resolve anything. It reminded me of two guys arguing about who would win, Superman vs. Batman. Who the hell cared what ted as gay, and what didn’t? People should do what they enjoy, and fuck the bels. Not that I was going to let Gregor do anything, because I wasn’t attracted to him at all. But his desire wasn’t offensive, as long as he kept his hands to himself.

  Also, Superman has super-strength, and Batman is just a guy, no matter how clever he is.

  It was dark out, and the sky was beautiful. Even in the vilge, o that same kind of glorious shimmer of stars one only got oh when one was in the middle of nowhere. I wondered if Gren took the whole view franted.

  “I have a friend who has a farmhouse, not too far away. If you’d like to stay with me for the night?”

  “I’d love to,” I told her holy. If the timing had worked out differently, I might have enjoyed getting home to sleep in my own bed, but it was too te for that. I slipped my hand under her short leather skirt, enjoying the feel of her muscled ass. After all, she hadn’t stopped pying with my breast.

  Being touched made me aware of how different Abby’s body was. My hand was smaller, and that meant that I had to roam to thhly feel Gren’s ass. And my chest was so squeezably soft. Even my bance, which I seemed to adjust for instinctively, felt different. My wider hips meant a slightly different walk. And things tingled differently, my enjoyment of being groped not quite so tered on my dick.

  Not that my cock wasn’t thinking about getting hard, and if it did I wasn’t sure the panties I wore would hold it. I retty sure they wouldn’t.

  “Your friend?” I asked.

  “A very sexy troll by the name of Janeen,” Gren said. “Why, are you ied in ahreesome? I think she’d be up for it. When I told her about you, she was definitely curious.”

  I sidered, and slowly shook my head. My life had gotten plicated enough tely. “I’d just like to have you to myself tonight,” I told Gren.

  “She’ll be horribly jealous,” Gren said. “Food reason.”

  “If it isn’t going to work,” I said. “We could go somewhere else. Or sleep uhe stars.”

  “Oh, I’m fih her being jealous,” Gren said. “I’m a greedy girl.”

  As it turned out, Janeen was indeed a good looking woman. Blue skin, of course, and violet eyes, with a thin purple braid that matched her eyes. She greeted us wearing only a strap across her rge breasts that was a wardrobe malfun waiting to happen, and a loin cloth that covered her in front and back but left her fnks bare. Greed her with a warm hug and a spit-sing kiss, that felt a little awkward to watch.

  “Does she want both of us?” Janeen asked.

  Gren shook her head. “Sorry, sister.” She gnced over at me. “Unless you ged your mind.”

  It was very tempting. “I’ve got enough going ht now, without adding another retionship,” I said.

  “Doesn’t have to be a retionship,” Janeen said. “Gren said you have a colossal cock.”

  “Some other time, maybe?” I said, trying to be polite.

  “Hmm,” said Janeen. “Well, you know where the furs are, Gren. Have fun.”

  Furs. I hadn’t thought much about how Trolls slept. Gren led me to a room that had several pelts id out. Oill had a bear head attached, and I was a bit dubious. But they seemed to be enough, and they were definitely soft and fy.

  Gren took off her clothes, and so did I, and we embraced on the furs. “Let us make love as women,” she told me.

  I smiled. I wasn’t sure what she meant, but I was about to find out. Her hand slid down my chest, detoured over my now-hard cock, and then her fingers began to explore the wet lips of my pussy. I followed her lead, moving my haween her legs.

  Her fingers slid inside me, and mine inside her, while we kissed and pressed our bodies close. My jutting cock pressed against her belly, but she ig, finding nerves I wasn’t familiar with inside me.

  “Does it feel good, Abby?”

  “Yes,” I told her. “And different.”

  “I want to make you cum like this,” she told me. “If I .”

  My cock ached to be stroked, but what was happening to me inside was too iing to ignore. “Please,” I told her.

  Her ouch made me shudder. Was that a G-spot? Did I even have one? Whatever, it felt so good when her fingers curled inside me. Pressure built deep in my core a like it rippled all over my body. My breasts had bee so sensitive, and I moaned when she palmed one. I rained kisses down on her neck as the pressure below became more and more intense, and had trouble fog on what my own fingers were doing.

  “Let me go down on you,” I whispered to her.

  “Not until you cum for me,” she said.

  “But I don’t know if I .”

  Gren smiled. “I feel you. You’re so close. Just let go, Abby.”

  “I don’t know how.”

  “Then don’t think about it. Just enjoy the feelings.”

  Then her fingers found another pce, and it no longer mattered that I didn’t know how to cum this way. I didn’t know how to not cum this way, either. Something powerful rippled through my body and my pussy tracted, squeezing her hand. And then the ripple surged through my cock, trapped between our bodies, and I squirted cum all over both of us.

  “Mmm, yes,” Gren said. “So beautiful. I knew you’d be a squirter.”

  Well, holy, I always had been.

  She let me go, and started lig the y chest, turning her body around. She licked it off my cock, and then her pussy was over me, the dark blue lips glistening, her clit enged. I stretched out my tongue, and started trag the alphabet on her clit. They probably used differeers in Amaranth, where they had written nguage, but I didn’t imagi would matter in this case.

  She squeezed my head with her powerful thighs, so I knew I was doing something she enjoyed. I just o survive the experience. But what a way to go!

  She was lig at my pussy now, my coestled between her big breasts, but I could tell she was distracted. I renewed my efforts, and was rewarded as her body shook above me.

  “Abbbby!” she yelled.

  A moment ter she rolled off, and we held each other, quietly. I could hear a faint sloshing sound ing from just outside, and then a woman’s moan.

  “She’d e in if we asked, you know,” Gren whispered.

  It was still tempting, but I shook my head. “I’ve got everything I need, right now. That was amazing.”

  “It was. Amazing amorous Abby.”