Troll Stories

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A Night at Bugman's

by Indigo_Incognito on Sep 16, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Lillielle frowned as she walked into Bugman's, the reek of too many bodies and too much ale assaulting her keen sense of smell just as the raucous racket of coarse laughter and drunken dwarves attempting at song assailed her ears. Her brother turned to her cheerfully and waved himself away; following his gaze she saw that there was a game of dice in progress...

A Troll's Christmas Gift

by ABSTRUSE on Sep 13, 2017
Humor & Satire

In a dark dank hovel under a bridge where the Internet highway zoomed overhead lived a gnarly troll. On this particular day in December, which happened to be Christmas Eve, troll was doing what he always did, go online and trash other people’s stories. A tiny little Charlie Brown tree stood all askew in the corner of his hovel, he had no Christmas cards exce...

Voyeur Troll

by Glorious1Goddess on Dec 15, 2017
BDSM

They had an agreement to meet in the bar. He knew he would be waiting for her, but she didn't know that he got there 45 minutes early because he was so excited to meet her. Finally, they would meet he thought. Would she be what he thought she would be like, how she described herself? Would this just be a rouse? Would she stand him up? What would she be think...

Lady Godiva's Riding Academy

by oneiria on Sep 13, 2017
BDSM

Introductions Pony hung in the darkness, as he always did. He could smell them coming. Six he thought, not counting the Troll. He heard their muffled footsteps, silently counting them. Yes, six. And they were skyclad just as he was. No clothing could be worn in this room. The door creaked open, and the Troll spoke. "As you all know, you will not be riding...

Witching Hour

by MarshAlien on Sep 14, 2017
Non-Erotic

The character SweetWitch/Molly Wens was used with permission of the author. As far as I know, DanielleKitten has never written a novella called "The Soul's Abyss." But if she did, I'm sure it would be excellent. * I managed to ignore the phone the first two times that it rang, on the theory that it must have been a wrong number. Anyone who knew me, anyone...

The Three Billy Goats Gruff Enough

by Violette on Sep 14, 2017
Humor & Satire

Lookee here now; I've got a little story for ya. It seems there was this troll, and he had himself a bangin' setup. He was a straight-pimpin' Mack Daddy with sharp clothes, gold chains, and a fine patch of riverside property. And you know how he got all of that? By having the finest ass you ever heard about! (Not HIS, stupid!) You see, player knew how to fi...

A Prince, A Trollop, A Troll Ch. 10

by ZotDragon on Sep 15, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Romina was surprised at the nimbleness and speed of the troll. It took her and her child down the rocky face out the palace wall and jumped across the old defensive works with hardly a care. At twice the size of a full-grown man the troll could easily carry her and the baby and still manage to run faster than a galloping horse. Normally being kidnapped by a...

How The Troll Grinched Litmas

by Gaucho on Sep 1, 2017
Humor & Satire

Author's note: In case you're not familiar with Literotica, it may add to your enjoyment of this story to know that the lady whose image adorns the home page of this site is named Erica and her exploits can be found in the chain story, "Memoirs of a Lady". Every Lit Down in Lit-ville Liked Litmas a lot... But the Troll, Who lived outside of Lit-ville, Did...

On the Slopes of Caradhras

by naughtybabygirl on Sep 16, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Enduriel awoke that evening with no memory or the night before, nor (to Fenrohir's relief) earlier that morning. He had clad her while she slept in some of the spare garments she kept in her pack. Though Enduriel stared for a moment at the strange things, frowning as though trying to reckon how she had come to be so clothed, she said nothing. Fenrohir suspec...

Meowth & Weena

by Aestu on Sep 16, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

"Must you take it so rough?" inquired the night elf, her usual prickly, pompous self. "Perhaps ya'd like to drive, doll," squawked back the squat dwarvess holding the reins of the four oxen driving the covered wagon. Squat, but cute, by dwarven standards if not any - long reddish-orange braids dangling halfway down her shapely form, a pair of strong but sm...