Annoying Adventurers
#1 of An Ordinary Day
Today was another day for adventure!
Tristen Elmwood cleaved through another line of bushes, wiping the leaves and sap from his sword with his glove. It was a warm and sunny day, full of opportunities and full of quests to be done.
It was why the hero was this far away from the city; to hunt down a manticore that was getting too close. Manticores weren't as dangerous as other monsters, no, but they were still bad, especially if they started to pick off travelers and merchants transporting goods to the nearby towns and settlements.
Sure, most would be worried about taking on a manticore alone, but Tristen had a trick up his sleeve. The adventurer grinned and flicked said "trick" off, his longsword. It had an intricate guard and a leather wrapped pommel, with weird, almost arcane writing written along the side. According to the merchant, only the worthy could wield Endbringer, and those who weren't couldn't even lift the sword. Thus, he was WORTHY!
It was the only thing that made sense!
Tristen came to a stop. He heard something entering the clearing, and naturally, the adventurer prepared his sword.
"Come out, so that I may defeat you, with my sacred SWORD!"
Something emerged from the bushes. Tristen regretted opening his mouth.
It wasn't the manticore. It was a troglodyte.
The hulking, reptilian beast stood like a man did, but was far from one. Its crocodile-like head stared at him and its weird, digitigrade legs gave it a hunched stance. The beast's scaled, rock colored hide was lined with a few, pink tinted scars. Its crocodile-like head was settled on a long neck, with two red eyes staring right at him. As far as Tristen saw the trog had broad shoulders and a muscled frame, with a long tail that slapped the ground behind it.
The monster's armor was...weird. A hide breastplate lined with yellowed bones, gauntlets made from rawhide, and hide pants underneath a loincloth. Its pants came to a stop past its knees and its feet were left uncovered, giving the trog a primitive, uncivilized appearance. The helmet it wore looked to be a triceratops' skull, and it had a pauldrons on its shoulder that was a wolf's skull.
And then Tristen noticed the weapon. It was like a damn branch was ripped off a tree and, with bindings, had several sharpened elk antlers grafted to it, almost as if it were a weird, great ax.
The beast was a dour looking one, but with Endbringer, Tristen knew he could kill the creature before--
It turned to walk off. Now, the hero felt...hurt. Did a monster seriously just pass up fighting him? HIM?! How dare it!
"Hey! Come back here and FIGHT ME!" Tristen called. The trog stopped walking for a moment, moving to scratch at its neck before it kept walking.
Now he was just offended.
Still, a troglodyte was less of a threat than a manticore, but Tristen could probably earn some coin for bringing one's head in. Yeah...he liked that plan.
"Monster! If you won't face me, I'll strike you down! YAHHHHHH!" He ran at the troglodyte, sword ready to plunge into its side.
CRICH!
That crude weapon was in his way, blocking the strike of Endbringer. Pain shot through him and he was on his back, the adventurer realizing the monster had knocked him aside, leaving his sword to stick out the ground.
And the trog was approaching it. "Ha! You can't take up Endbringer, monster! Only the Chosen one can--"
The troglodyte wrapped its scaled claw around the hilt and lifted the sword out the ground.
"...no...i-it can't be. That sword's attuned to me! Only I can be the chosen one for it!" The monster approached him again, sword in hand before...it just tossed the blade down. Tristen's eyes were glued to the trog as it, once again, turned to walk away.
Now he felt robbed, humiliated, and angry. How dare that merchant lie to him, how dare he not be the Chosen One, and most importantly, how DARE that trog not take him seriously?!
Wait, of course! It was probably heading to commit atrocities! All monsters typically did such a thing! It was on its way now to do something horrible, and he had to stop it, perhaps with help!
It was the only logical conclusion!
Red-Eyes wondered what he should eat.
The troglodyte stifled a yawn, rubbing his eyes and ducking underneath a low hanging branch. It was too early to be up. He liked to prowl at night but, unfortunately, one of the traps got tripped and he had to make sure it wasn't something serious. He turned his sugliin over as he walked, growling in annoyance when he saw the groove in the wood's side from blocking that strike.
Red-Eyes figured the human thought he was out killing people and raping women. Not every monster did such a thing. Sure, he did kill people and...well rape women, but only occasionally...namely when they trespassed into his swamp and, despite the clear warning signs, refused to flee when he confronted them and tried to drive them away.
He wasn't sure why they didn't follow the signs; they were written in Common! Maybe his handwriting wasn't legible enough. That had to be the case.
Red-Eyes felt his feet sink into warm mud. He was almost home. He pushed past some more foliage in his way, finally reaching the domain he called home.
The area was devoid of trees and had drier, firmer dirt as opposed to the warm mud making up the rest of the bog. There were a few things scattered about he attained from his venturing around: a tanning rack to prepare his pelts and hides, a carving table to field dress his kills, a cooking pot to properly cook his meals and prevent another infection, and lastly a wooden cabin he didn't build. Red-Eyes honestly didn't know who built it, but it was there when he first arrived, and the interior was caked with dust, with the key half buried in the mud nearby it, so the troglodyte assumed its original owner probably fled it or something. Made sense to him.
Still, looking at his home brought a sense of pride to Red-Eyes. Most monsters wanted to lay waste to the lands and enslave all who defy them. Others wanted to watch the rivers run red with the blood of their foes. And some wanted to create a utopia where monsters dominated and raped humans and the other races who sided with them.
But for him? He just wanted an ordinary life, and some damn peace and quiet. And, despite a few occasional setbacks, he mostly got it.
Red-Eyes sighed and hefted the sugliin onto his shoulder. With a pep in his step, the troglodyte approached the cabin, digging into his pouch to withdraw the key and, gingerly, unlock the door so he could duck down and enter.
The inside of the cabin was small and quaint. A warm bed rested by the wall, with a fireplace across from it. A trunk filled with books rested at the foot of the bed and the wall above the fireplace had a few weapons hanging from it. They were all as rudimentary as his sugliin, but all were effective when applied in the right way.
Speaking of his sugliin, Red-Eyes tucked it onto his back, the antler-head pointed downwards, and plucked up the heavy, leather quiver filled with bone javelins and the accompanying atlatl. He wasn't a fan of javelins, but they were easy to make with the help of his bone carving knife. Said knife was tucked into the wolf skull on his shoulder; an idea he sampled from those orcs he saw last week.
The quiver was slung across his back and Red-Eyes was on the move again. The troglodyte made sure to lock the door behind him as he set off once again, trying his best to ignore the sun in his eyes. He still wished he didn't need to do this during the day, but his belly ached, and thus he had to hunt. Hopefully, there were some elks grazing again.
And hopefully there were no adventurers trying to encroach again. He wasn't in the mood to deal with them.
SHRICK!
Red-Eyes grinned and lowered the atlatl. The javelin had found its mark and put the elk down. He had to track this one for quite a while, but it was a decent sized one. Maybe this time he'd have enough meat to finally get a use out of that preserving bin, but he doubted it.
The spear-thrower was tucked onto his back, next to the sugliin, and Red-Eyes approached the dead elk. His bone knife was tugged out and he dug it into the elk, working swiftly to field dress it and--
"There! There's the troglodyte!" That voice sent a pang of ire through him. Red-Eyes turned his head to see three figures approaching. As they neared, he recognized one as the adventurer from a few hours ago...the fool.
"Whoa! Look at the size of that one!" The second adventurer looked to be another human, dressed in padded cloth armor, and armed with a mace. He was bulkier than the fool and looked far more confident too. Cocky, even. They were usually a big threat.
"I know...and that armor...it's repulsive." The third was an elf, though Red-Eyes couldn't tell what kind. She had a fair face and wore form-fitting leather armor, with a green cape hanging behind her and a wooden bow in hand. She was a huntress, and thus she was too a threat, but one who could be felled if he got close. "Still, Tristen, let's deal with this monster and collect the price on its head. It better be a big one, like you said."
They were here to slay him. Of fucking course they were.
Red-Eyes tucked the knife back into its hiding place and drew the sugliin again. The cocky adventurer ran forward and he backstepped, avoiding his mace and retaliating with his own weapon.
CRICH!
He was not expecting the cocky adventurer to go down, headless. He must've sharpened the antlers too sharp again. Explained why he found grooves on the back of his armor.
An arrow struck the wolf skull pauldrons, reminding him he was in a fight. The fool charged forward, and Red-Eyes shot his hand out, clamping down on his neck and advancing forward. As predicted, the elf fired no more shots and the fool flailed helplessly. Like the last adventurers, they expected him to be a dumb, dour troglodyte, easy to slay and kill.
He was far from it. He tried his best to be.
Red-Eyes snapped those thoughts from his head and flung the fool to the side. He pivoted to the side and smacked. He winced when she met a tree and fell to the ground. She still drew breath, yes, but clearly, she hit her head. She was out.
And, thus, that left the fool. Said fool was scrambling for his sword. Red-Eyes approached him, sugliin at the ready, as he watched his foe grab the blade and lift it up just as he swung the ax, breaking one of the antlers and embedding it into the fool's torso, ending him too.
The fight was over, and his day was once again preserved. Red-Eyes was almost tempted to grab the elk and leave, but the rasped moan of the elf drew his attention. Turning his head towards her, a sigh left the troglodyte and he approached her.
Well...she did hassle him with her friends. Raping her was suitable penance.
The sugliin was rested against a tree and Red-Eyes reached down to grab her by her cape, lifting her off the ground. Switching to hold the elf by her collar, Red-Eyes reached down and, carelessly, tore the girl's bottoms away, looking over his quarry. Her snatch was hairless and her rear supple, and another flick of his talons tore away her shirt, revealing her pert, enticing bust. There was much he could do to her, considering she wasn't exactly awake to fight him, but he needed to take things slow...at least for now.
Maintaining his grip on the elf, Red-Eyes reached back to undo his loincloth and shimmy his trousers down. His cock flopped out, rising, and swelling with blood and need. Red-Eyes didn't consider himself overtly endowed but, then again, he put orcs to shame with the size of his mast, so he figured he was endowed enough.
He rested the elf's slit against the shaft of his prick. The grip on the elf's collar changed and both hands rested on her hips, the troglodyte taking a breath and dragging her along his cock, snatch grinding against it, her thighs wrapped around his scaled mast. It felt nice; her soft, warm thighs sending shivers of delight down his spine. She showed no signs of waking up, though he could hear her breathing quickening in pace, and her slit was growing wetter. For a moment, he thought she was another one of those adventurers who, for some reason, got off on monsters abusing them, but he passed it off as the stimulation getting to her.
Red-Eyes braced himself against a tree, continuing to drag the elf across his cock. Pre-seed dribbled from the head of his cock, smearing and coating the elf's thighs each time he dragged her past it, pressing the head of his prick against her snatch each time, threatening to breach her, but he relented each time. He wanted to simply claim and rape her, yes, but he treated this like hunting; patience and tactfulness was key.
"Mmmm...n--huh?" The elf woke up. Change of plans. "What? W-What the fuc---AAAAAAHHHH!!!" She shrieked when Red-Eyes, after aligning the head of his cock with her slit, pushed in and burrowed his gray colored cock into her body. His grip tightened as the pleasure spiked and intensified. She was like a furnace; a tight, clenching furnace! She thrashed and writhed in his grip, trying to get free, but Red-Eyes persisted, holding her in place until he felt the elf's cheeks press against his bare groin. Her kicking and struggling died down as he pulled her back up, pushing back in, roughly this time, and hearing an almost dazed sounding moan leave her. She lacked the strength to fight him, but she still had the strength to enjoy it, in a twisted sense.
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
Red-Eyes hips clapped against the elf's rear over and over again as the reptile set a pace in fucking her. The elf's rear wobbled and rippled with each thrust as her moans grew in pitch. It was clear she was trying all she could not to enjoy what was being done but her body betrayed her once more. She was enjoying what was happening, she was enjoying being raped.
...so...in a sense, she was like that adventurer he raped a few days ago. Sort of.
Red-Eyes pressed the elf against the tree, using it as leverage as he pumped in and out of her body. Her walls hugged his mast, almost as if she were trying to trap him within, as his pace increased again. Her moans continued to ring out, arms hanging limp at her side and head tilted to the side. She lost all the will to fight and was now openly enjoying herself.
That was fine. Less fight meant less risk of attracting interlopers.
Red-Eyes' maw clenched. He was almost to cum. He pushed as deep as he could go within the elf, feeling the head of his cock press against and kiss her deepest, most sacred areas before a deep, throaty growl left him.
Splort! Splorch! Splurt!
His balls pushed up each time he fired off a volley of cum into the elf's cunt. She tensed up and clamped down with each volley as well, doing so again and again until Red-Eyes felt his cock wilt within her, and for the elf to let out a shaky sigh.
...
...he wasn't sated yet. His cock gradually began to harden within her depths again and Red-Eyes resumed as if nothing changed. He could afford to go for a while longer, until his balls were drained and until he was relieved.
It was only fair.
"GRRRRAAAAAUUUUGGGHH!!!" Another, deep roar left Red-Eyes as another climax left him. His cock finally wilted and went flaccid inside the elf and the troglodyte pulled back, letting his thick, tar-like seed ooze from the elf's abused, battered cunt. Her stomach was visibly swollen from all the seed he packed into her body, but he doubted she could bear a child from him.
...probably. He was just going to assume she wasn't able to conceive monster spawn.
Still, Red-Eyes set her down and tucked his mast back into his pants, rising to look towards the sky. The moon hung low and stars littered the sky; he'd been at it for quite a while. It was time to head home, prepare the elk, repair the sugliin, and rest.
Red-Eyes moved to grab the weapon and the elk, dragging the cold carcass with him back to his home. He'd leave the elf. Inevitably, she'd come to and probably stagger wherever she came from. He wasn't sure they would return for the bodies, but it was likely, thus he didn't want to mess with them or take anything that would encourage them to come find him.
So, he walked. While he preferred being active at night over daytime, nighttime was when his foes slept, and thus it was safer to rest as well.
It was one of many ways he kept himself alive, after all. Time away from other troglodytes helped him stopped thinking 'exclusively' like they did, and start picking up other mannerisms.
Red-Eyes curled his tail around his waist, slowly reading the words in the book he picked out from the trunk. It was almost time for bed, but he wanted to try to improve with his understanding of Common. It was a strange language, but he was trying his best to comprehend it, even if he was self-taught.
The troglodyte stifled a yawn. Sleep called him, but he wanted to stay awake a little longer. Enjoy the fleeting remains of his day, devoid of adventurers trying to kill him or other monsters trying to give him trouble.
The life of a monster was a difficult one, but Red-Eyes felt like he made do as best he could.
It was ironic; an ordinary life was typically easy to attain, yet for him, ordinary was one of the last things he got.
Oh well. Maybe tomorrow he'd have a day where nothing went wrong...