Bridging the Gap - Sex Stories

Bridging the Gap

... and I'm sure your companions will agree!"

The troll playfully shook her ass, gluing the men's eyes to her amazing backside. When they came to their senses and began asking questions, it was already too late. Zarka pressed her hands against the cold bridge, and suddenly the symbol erupted. A loud bang made the adventurers cover their ears, and a thick cloud of smoke suddenly covered the entire bridge.

"For honor and freedom!" Shouted the shieldbearer, bravely charging forward.

"I'm gonna finish her!" The archer screamed, shooting his arrows at the foe.

"Throw that bitch into the swamp!" The bikini-armored swordswoman exclaimed while swinging her weapon.

Finally, when the smoke cleared, the three realized they didn't land a single blow. There was no trace of the naked troll, and no trace of their purses which held all the gold they got for doing their recent quest. Suddenly, the girl's sword dropped on the road with a loud clank. Two men looked at her in surprise, seeing the blondie cover her naked breasts with both her hands, a shameful look on her face. Zarka must've taken the top of her "armor" in the smoke as well, attracted by its golden color. And while it was impressive to take on three fighters like that and leave one of them in just her panties (even if she didn't have much other clothing to begin with), Zarka's most daring fit was still yet to come.

Once, a late omnibus happened to approach the notorious bridge under the evening sky. The transport ...

... was crowded, with at least dozen townsfolk on its roof and who knows how many more inside. The coachman was rushing his tired horses, scared of the horrors the coming night could bring with it. Yet, as soon as the hooves hit the bridge's stone, they were forced to stop: something, or someone, was blocking the road.

The coachman shined his lantern, revealing a figure that made him both scared and flustered at the same time. Zarka was sitting in the middle of the bridge, leaning backward, with her legs spread as widely as possible. The troll was covered in mud from head to toe, changing her teal color to pitch black. Yet, it didn't conceal Zarka's breasts and pussy that were in full open for all the omnibus' passengers to view.

"Greetings, travelers!" Zarka said with a grin, "you are late to cross this road, as the spirits of this place prohibit travel after dark."

"What?!" The coachman was taken aback by these words, "you must be kidding."

While he and many others surely enjoyed the view, nobody could let Zatka's privates be the reason they didn't get to the town in time. So, after several minutes of arguing and a couple more vague threats from Zarka, the man gave the crazy nudist an ultimatum: either she leaves the road, or he'll make his horses run her over. Zarka simply continued her tale of the swamp spirits who will surely curse anyone passing through here, causing the coachman to act.

"Move!" He drove his stallions forward.

Yet, he fell right into Zarka's ...