Monstar Saga: Exiled

by Eden Redd

  “I think Hynrik is the true test,” Kavan chuckled.

  Mayor Sunaxe nodded. “Aye, he is. So far, he hasn’t said anything since that night, which is a good sign.”

  Kavan nodded and looked to the boarded-up place again. “Do you think Lord Ash is available to talk?”

  The mayor shook his head. “He said he didn’t wish to be disturbed while he’s creating. That is part of the reason I’m out here. It’s also to make sure Rujin and Kazko don’t come sniffing around.”

  It was Kavan’s turn to laugh. “It sounds like the competition is going to be fierce.”

  Kogan nodded. “It will. I’m sure for a short time, everyone in town will want to dine here. But if I know the town as well as I think I do, many will drift back to their favorite places. Rujin and Kazko worry too much. Their businesses will pick up once we have regular tourists.”

  Kavan smiled. “Here’s hoping. I’ll take my leave, Mayor. Have a great day.”

  “You as well, Kavan,” the older orc said fondly.

  Kavan walked away from the older orc. He continued along West Street, passing Rujin and Kazko. The brothers smiled and waved to him from their places of business, before turning their hawkish gazes back to the new restaurant. Kavan fought the urge to chuckle before reaching the western gate and stepping beyond it.

  Ironheart Farm stood some distance from the western gate. Kavan enjoyed his stroll and soaked in the sunny morning. When he reached the farm’s main gate, he heard cries and sobbing coming from the field by the two barns.

  Instinct took over, Kavan grabbing the top of the waist high wooden fence and vaulting his body over. He darted past the house as his hand touched his spear sheathed behind him. When he rushed past the house, he skidded to a halt as a half a dozen bolids stood or kneeled around Lorta.

  The troll sat on a stool, a pair of shears in one hand and her other hand holding a bolid by the back of their neck. The bolid was sobbing as Lorta clipped off some fur from their head and stuffed it into a sack beside her.

  Two bolids were on their knees, crying like their whole world came crashing down. Their heads and bodies were naked, their fur completely sheared off. The other three stood uncomfortably, glancing to the bolid Lorta was shearing. The bolid was sobbing and crying as Lorta worked with dispassionate eyes.

  The bolids standing around turned their attention to Kavan and gasped in surprise. The sound of them caused Lorta to turn her head and see the dragonkin on her farm.

  “Kavan,” Lorta said as she stood up and let go of the bolid.

  The horned bolid fell forward, sobbing into the grass as two others rushed to her side to comfort her.

  Kavan relaxed and stood straighter as the tall troll in a straw hat and blue overalls made her way to him.

  “I wasn’t expecting you,” Lorta smiled as she approached.

  “I’m sorry. You mentioned before you sometimes need help. I thought I would give you a visit and help out, if that’s okay?”

  Lorta’s smile grew brighter. “It is very much welcomed. As you can see, I’m shearing the bolids. They can be overly dramatic. I’m not hurting them in any way, but their world crumbles every time I shear them.”

  Kavan smiled as his hand reached into a belt pouch. “Speaking of shearing, I have a gift.”

  Lorta looked down and slowly blinked as Kavan pulled out a brand-new pair of shears. She drank in the new iron work and heavy-duty spring at the juncture. Her heart lifted in her chest and her eyes trembled slightly in excitement before blinking and returning to normal.

  The tall troll grinned at Kavan. “Thank you for the gift. It’s something I’ve been wanting for a while now and haven’t had the time to order one.”

  Kavan held it up. “I hope it helps for a long time.”

  Lorta’s eyes gleamed for a fraction of a moment before parting her lips. “I think you should use it first and help me shear some bolids. It will give you some experience, if you come to help on my farm in the future.”

  Lorta’s gaze shifted to Kavan’s spear and leather armor vest. “I think you might want to take those off so they don’t get ruined. Bolids can be hard to handle sometimes.”

  Kavan nodded. He drew his spear from his back and stabbed the blunt end into the ground. He then undid the buckles along his ribs and removed the leather armor. He placed it by the spear.

  Lorta stepped closer to Kavan, her seven-foot frame towering over him by a foot.

  “I’ll put the spear and armor in the house, so they don’t get moved or trampled on. In the meantime, you can test the new shears on one of the bolids.”

  “Anna,” Lorta said over her shoulder with authority.

  A big-breasted bolid with thick long hair stepped forward with her head bowed. Curly fur covered her chest, stomach, hips, and down her thighs to her knees. Cloven feet moved with timid steps as she moved to the stool. Curved horns graced the sides of her head and she looked to the side in deep embarrassment.

  “Kavan is going to shear you. Don’t give him too much trouble,” Lorta instructed before turning her attention back to Kavan. “Start from the head and work your way down. Don’t let them get the better of you, or they will do it again every time they see you.”

  Lorta grabbed the spear and armor. She made her way to the farm without looking back.

  Kavan stood, a pair of shears in his hands and six bolids staring at him. Anna slid down to her knees and waited by the stool, her eyes glancing to the dragonkin and then away.

  Better get to work.

  Kavan stepped to the stool and sat down. He held up the shears. Anna’s back was to him, but she was looking over her shoulder. She flinched when she saw the shears and trembled.

  This is going to be harder than I thought. She seems terrified.

  “New information unlocked. Bolids are livestock here on Voldor, but they can be unpredictable. They are prone to wild emotional swings. They hold a very simple view of the world around them and don’t understand their own strengths sometimes. I would proceed with caution.”

  Kavan nodded.

  Be careful and try to not spook them. Got it.

  Kavan reached up with his left hand and took a gentle hold of some hair from her head. He lifted it up slightly, so it wouldn’t tug. Anna whimpered and trembled. Kavan brought the shears close to the long hang dangling from what he was holding. He put the hair between the shears, making sure he was nowhere near skin.

  The rest of the bolids stared at him with unblinking eyes.

  Kavan took in a quick inhale and clamped the shears closed, slicing off a thick long lock of curly hair.

  Anna screamed like she was being murdered.

  The bolid whirled around, lowered her head and slammed her curved horns into Kavan’s chest. The force of the blow sent him flying backwards, all air leaving his lungs and eyes as wide as saucers.

  “Get him, Anna!” the bolids cheered.

  Kavan slammed onto the grassy floor and tried to take a breath. Anna was up and darting for the fence.

  “Run Anna! Run!” the other five bolids shouted.

  The bolid pumped her legs, her gaze firmly on the fence.

  Kavan’s legs slid around and under him.

  “Oh no you don’t!” Kavan shouted and leapt up into a charge.

  Anna was breathing hard, seeing the fence was barely fifty feet away.

  Kavan darted forward, gaining on the bolid. Slitted eyes focused on the running Anna and when he was close enough, legs bent and the dragonkin launched himself forward.

  Anna barely saw the edge of Kavan’s shadow before he slammed into her lower back and wrapped his arms around her. The force of the strike and the momentum behind it, sent bolid and dragonkin tumbling to the grass, a mere twenty-five feet from the fence.

  Gained 1 degree in Farming Skill! Farming Skill is 1st degree, Weak.

  Anna let out a whine as Kavan sat on her back, the alert moving across his vision. The bolid struggled and cried out as Kavan grabbed a large chunk of her
hair and pulled. Anna’s attempts to knock him away stopped in an instant as her head was pulled back slightly. The sound of shears clipping touched her long, floppy ears and hair separated from her head.

  “It hurts!” Anna screamed.

  Kavan looked down with hard eyes. “I haven’t touched you. I only cut your hair!”

  “You’re taking a piece of my soul!” Anna cried and slammed the bottom of her fists to the grassy floor and kicked her legs.

  Kavan’s eyes half-closed as he watched the bolid throw a tantrum under him. Shears in hand, he went to work as Anna carried on.

  Lorta stepped out of the farm door and looked across the field. She smiled as she saw Kavan holding Anna down on her stomach and chopping off long strands of curly hair.

  Lorta stepped down from the small porch and walked toward Kavan. She glanced over to the other bolids. They lowered their heads and didn’t look her in the eye.

  Anna slumped to the grass in defeat as Kavan continued to shear off long strands of curly hair and made a pile next to him.

  Lorta stepped to their side and watched the dragonkin work. “I should have told you Anna was a runner.”

  Kavan didn’t look up as he continued to shear off fur “It’s okay. The best experience is on the job experience.”

  “It will never grow back. I will be like this forever,” Anna sobbed into the grass.

  Lorta chuckled before turning her attention to the bolids a distance away. “Bring the sack and the shears. The rest of you are next.”

  Several bolids bowed their heads and gave sheepish looks. One grabbed the large sack and another grabbed the shears. They made their way closer, listening to Kavan cutting away fur and Anna sobbing into the ground.

  ***

  Six bolids huddled on the grassy floor, most of their fur gone and naked bodies being warmed by the early afternoon sun. They held each other as if they suffered a traumatic experience.

  Kavan and Lorta finished putting the last of the fur into two large sacks. The troll lifted one and Kavan lifted the other. Kavan looked to the bolids and they whimpered a little louder.

  “They will be fine. They do this every time. By tomorrow, they’ll be mulling about and their hair will be starting to grow back,” Lorta said.

  Kavan nodded.

  Gained 1 degree in Farming Skill! Farming Skill is now 2nd degree, Average.

  Lorta looked at Kavan’s disheveled clothes and bits of curly fur attached to him. She smiled shyly and looked away without Kavan seeing.

  “Let’s get these sacks to the porch. I’ll store them for later. I’m sure you’re hungry.”

  “I’m famished. I forgot to break my fast this morning,” Kavan said.

  Lorta nodded and started walking.

  The pair crossed the small field and reached the farm house. The pair dropped the large sacks onto the porch. Lorta moved to the door, opened it and stepped in.

  Kavan followed her in. The main room was similar to his farm, but much nicer. The walls were painted white. The furniture was big and comfortable, Kavan assumed to handle Lorta’s size. A hearth stood against a wall and little figures lined along the top of it. A painting of several trolls hung on the stone chimney of the hearth. One of the child trolls had pigtails, just like Lorta.

  “I’ll prepare something for us in the kitchen. You can wait here and relax a little until it's ready.”

  Kavan turned to the troll in overalls. “I can help.”

  Lorta’s cheeks took on a pinkish glow. “No, it's okay. I like to prepare meals. It's also my way of showing my thanks for today.”

  The troll quickly left the living room by entering a side door.

  Kavan stepped to the hearth, staring at the painting. Two trolls stood behind the three kids. They all had stoic faces, even Lorta. Her other siblings seemed slightly older, a brother and a sister. Lorta looked like she was the youngest in her family, her face mirroring the rest of her clan.

  “Beautiful family,” Kavan whispered to himself.

  The dragonkin lingered by the hearth. His gaze drifted down and he eyed the little figurines. Many of them were crystal, reshaped into different monsters. As he inspected each one, his gaze reached the end of the line of figurines and spotted one carved from stone.

  Kavan’s eyes widened a hair. He lifted his hand and took hold of the piece. He lifted it to his eyes and saw it was another carved knight, one of Brom’s pieces.

  Another one.

  “I hope you don’t plan on stealing it.”

  Kavan shook his head.

  That would be incredibly rude. I may have to speak to her about it another time. She is becoming a friend and I don’t want to do anything to destroy that friendship.

  Kavan was still holding the piece when Lorta stepped from the kitchen. She eyed him as he held the little figurine.

  “I found that one on one of my walks. I prefer the crystal ones. You can have that one if you like it?”

  Kavan turned to the troll. “Oh, no, I couldn’t. You’ve helped me so much and I just wanted to return the favor and get to know each other better.”

  Lorta gave the dragonkin a warm, shy smile. “Take it. It doesn’t match my family’s collection and, to be honest, it gives off a bad vibration. I won’t miss it and you seem to really like it.”

  Kavan smiled. “Thank you, Lorta.”

  The troll nodded. “Come into the kitchen. Lunch is ready.”

  Kavan placed the small figurine in his belt pouch and closed it. He walked over to the kitchen door. Lorta held it open as he stepped into the kitchen. Kavan’s eyes widened a hair as his mouth watered.

  A sturdy table took up the center of the kitchen. It was filled with plates of meat, cheese, fruit, and several bottles in the center.”

  “I hope you like mead? I made it myself. My family always enjoyed making mead for generations,” Lorta said innocently.

  “I think I’m going to love all of this,” Kavan said and his long tongue licked his lips.

  The pair sat down. In an instant, they both reached for food and piled everything onto their plates.

  Time slowed as they sat, ate, and laughed. Lorta couldn’t stop giggling at how seeing Kavan on Anna’s back and the bolid crying like it was the end of her world was priceless. Kavan chuckled many times, being honest that he had absolutely no idea what he was doing and just trying not to hurt the bolid.

  After a time, their bellies were full and Lorta stood up and began clearing the table. Kavan stood up to help and she quickly waved him down.

  “You are my guest. Please sit. I just want to clear the table for some dessert,” Lorta said and picked up a few more things.

  Kavan watched as she moved to the sink and placed empty plates within it. “This was certainly an experience. One I’m ready to try again when you need it.”

  Lorta kept her back to him as she gently placed a plate in the sink, one at a time. “Your help is always welcomed. Your company is always welcomed as well.”

  Kavan looked at the troll’s back with affection. “Lorta, I feel the same.”

  The troll hesitated before putting the last plate into the sink. Her heart pounded in her chest as heat rushed into her cheeks.

  “I’m just a farmer. I don’t have pretty clothes and beauty like Zellee or self-confidence like Onka. I’m not pretty like Soki and Ammi. I’m not smart like Dura. I think my size and strength puts off most of the men in town. Rujin and Kazko see me like a sibling, nothing more.”

  Kavan smiled. “That’s not what I see. I see a beautiful, strong woman. I also see the tender side. It blends together to make you who you are and that is what makes you beautiful.”

  Lorta stared ahead with trembling eyes.

  Kavan sat back in his chair, his shoulders relaxing. “I came here, not just to help you, but to get to know you. I like what I’m finding.”

  Lorta’s fingers curled hard against the sink. A long sigh slipped past her dark blue lips as a weakness filled her muscles. Butterflies fluttered alo
ng her stomach and she weaved a little.

  “Lorta?” Kavan asked as she saw her weave a little.

  The troll stood to her full height. Her hands rose up and pulled at the suspenders of her overalls. She pulled them aside and let them fall. Her overalls slipped down her body and puddled at her feet.

  Kavan watched with mesmerized eyes as she took off her shirt. Her light blue skin practically glowed in the kitchen light. Her toned muscles moved under smooth skin. The shirt came off and was tossed aside as she stepped out of her clothes on the floor. Kavan’s gaze drifted down to her strong, bubble butt. Her waist was thin, giving her an hourglass figure. Thick thighs touched, but left a small space at the apex between her legs.

  “I hope you’re hungry,” Lorta said as she turned around.

  Kavan remained seated as he drank in her form. Her large, heavy breasts fought against gravity’s pull, defying the laws of physics. A deep belly button graced her toned stomach. Kavan’s gaze drifted down to her warm, inviting thighs. A small tuft of black hair graced the spot above her womanhood. The rest was hairless, her womanly line beginning to bud.

  Kavan looked up to Lorta’s hungry eyes. Her braided pigtails laid against her chest as she looked down on Kavan. Her small, dark blue nipples pointed as the kitchen took on a warmth.

  Lorta sauntered over to Kavan. She made no attempt to cover up, desire filling her eyes.

  Kavan’s heart hammered in his chest. Heat began to rise as blood drained and surged into his member. Clothes began to strangle him, the dragonkin wishing to break free.

  Lorta sat on the edge of the sturdy table. She raised one leg and brought it over, her womanhood unguarded. Kavan was between her legs, eyeing the beautiful troll. Lorta lifted up a bottle of mead and poured it onto her stomach. The liquid slipped down to her valley entrance like a small waterfall.

  “Dessert is served,” Lorta said with a sultry whisper.

  Kavan’s entire body fell into a trance as he looked down on the glistening pink line amid a sea of blue. His head lowered, pressing his short snout to her. Kavan’s pointed tongue slid out and gave the beautiful troll a hard lick.

  Lorta’s eyes took on a pleading edge as her arms were straight and keeping her upper body up. She peered over her large breasts to see the dragonkin snuggling to her delicate trollhood. When his tongue ran along her slit and touched her sacred pearl, the troll let out a whimper and bit her lip.