Incandescence

Author's Note: OMG TROLL ON TROLL BUTTSECKS RUN!!!1!!11! Just a random one shot lemon of my Troll Shaman and my friend's Troll priest :3 Based on our actual characters and a fictional village we created in RPs and yes >_> Enjoy :D

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Incandescence

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Rain fell from the heavens that day, but tread softly with deliberate care over the canopy of the jungle in the midday glow of the banished sun. The drops fell with gentle cadence in a cooling mist from the rolling grey clouds that had blanketed the sky and wreathed the trees since morning. A mist that shrouded the lush landscape with its silver radiant grey blue that only magnified the emerald greens, rich blues and striking gold yellows with hints of every other color in the spectrum of the thick foliage enclosing the small village and the rolling wild hills of the jungle. The shower made them glow in the white shroud with a melodious rain that made the broad fronds of the ferns and trees and delicate flowers sing. The birds and other creatures added the chorus peacefully, all hunkered away into their homes to enjoy a break from the usual thick humid heat of the jungles of the South Seas while a single stoic listener remained silent in the midst.
The lone troll lay peacefully in the comfortable cured leather hammock strung outside the porch of the hut he now called home, legs crossed, feet bare, his long, war tattered ears laid serenely back, his eyes closed with an idly smoking pipe in his hand as he let the gentle winds rock him and the music of the rain in the jungle paradise soothe his soul. He was the only one who dared stay out to brave the elements that afternoon, dressed in nothing but a scant leather loincloth, his powerful and scarred, lanky teal-skinned body stretched out over the tawny hide, hair a blaze of wild unkempt red beneath him. The rest of the hidden troll village of Kuz’jin had retreated for the day to spend some quiet hours indoors, but he lay in wait, smoking his beloved hand-carved feathered pipe and just listening. He for one was always restless inside for too long, and much preferred the damp air outside and the gentle sound of the wind chimes made of shells, bones and glass beads hung with care on the overhanging leather canopy of the hut. Musical trinkets made and hung in fact, by the gentle hand of the hauntingly beautiful true owner of the home which he occupied now. An owner whom was most notably missing as well and Enoki had little patience when waiting for his mate.
He finally stirred as the last of the tobacco in his pipe smoldered and went out with a puff of wistful white smoke, sitting up with a slight groan as he tapped out the ash in an ever growing pile, refilled it and lit the dried leaves again. He sighed, drawing on the worn end and filling his lungs with the potent smoke and holding it before he exhaled, blowing a perfect spiraling ring out into the gently falling rain. The drops pierced it gracefully, leaving it wavering as he smirked and blew a deft arrow of smoke to sail effortlessly through the center. There was only so much of artful smoke blowing he could take before even that disinterested him however, and he let his ears droop in boredom as he plopped his chin into his palm, the rings and cuffs jingling softly with the chimes as he watched the road leading up to the hut for any sign of the long-haired priest he had missed all day.
Sasori had been called away early that morning by a frantic mother knocking at their door and disrupting their sleep in need of his healing and herbalism skills for an ill young child. So naturally he had gone without haste, needing first to gather some herbs for the treatment which had in turn delayed his return indefinitely. Enoki never knew how long it would take his beloved to even find the herbs he needed, much less how far he would have to go, and he was faced with the very grim possibility that he might not see the ocean blue haired love of his life until past nightfall. Even still he waited outside for him, crouched with his nimble feet cradled in the hammock and one arm across his knee and the other holding his pipe, emerald green eyes staring longingly at the sky.
Unaware of what waited for him, the much smaller troll skittered whimpering through the jungle, his herb basket filled again to replenish his personal stores and tucked under his wet robes, a broad frond held over his head as the only protection. He was soaked to the bone from his excursion, long braid plastered to his back, bangs sticking in his eyes and on his ears laid back miserably against his head. His entire form was wet, weary and he wanted nothing more than to get home, start a fire and cook a warm dinner and slip into a warm robe and the lap of his newly found mate. These thoughts kept Sasori occupied as he trudged back from gathering the rare herbs and delivering them, but the way grew short and his heart fluttered with excitement to return to the enigmatic partner he had so sadly left behind in bed that morning. The jungle had seemed to stretch on forever, and by the time he could see his hut in the distance, his breath came short in his chest and relief washed over him in a soothing wave as he mustered the strength to jog the last stretch.
Enoki heard the sound of footsteps before he even saw the shadow forging its way through the silver mists, ears pricking up to their full height and a grin spreading over his lips as he sat up anxiously. A few more sloshing footsteps brought the distinct form of a smallish male troll heading toward him, and after a few more, the red-headed shaman had disappeared from the deck entirely, grinning wickedly as he flattened himself against the roof out of sight and lay in wait. Sasori never even saw him out of his overwhelming desire to be warm and dry, hopping deftly up the stairs to his hut and dropping the leaf outside the door as well as his herb basket before he pushed through into the safety of home at last. He shook off a bit, grabbing his braid and wringing it out, entire body dripping and shivering slightly as he brushed at his robes with a bright smile on his face regardless as he looked around the hut for the warm pair of arms he longed to throw himself into.
“Enoki…?” he called out curiously when the other was nowhere in sight, “Enoki mon, where you be…?”
No answer came to his query save for the pattering of rain on the roof of his hut and the gentle tinkling of the wind chimes. He paused, brow furrowing as he took a step into the hut, ruby red eyes searching curiously and ears standing fully erect as he listened for any sign of Enoki. He had not long to wait, for Enoki was more than tired of waiting and a brief moment of suspense was good enough for him, flipping off the roof, landing neatly behind his love and barreling into him with a loud battle cry of joy.
Sasori could merely squeak, flail, and keel over as the enraptured troll dove at him and knocked him flat in a tangle of long limbs, wet robes and cerulean hair to the floor. He struggled for a brief moment in fright before he realized who exactly it was and wide ruby eyes peered up into mischievous emerald as a delighted laugh issued from his throat. A laugh that was quickly sealed off by the familiar burning lips on his in a fiery, longing kiss that had been pent up festering in Enoki’s chest all day. The lovers sank into each other, reunited at last and relishing the first kiss after several hours of being apart with their tusks carefully and affectionately locked together and Sasori’s arms draped around Enoki’s neck. It was the violet-skinned priest pinned to the floor in a heap of wet robes beneath the scantily clad shaman who finally pulled away with a breathless gasp, his air stolen pleasantly from his chest and cheeks flushed as he grinned back up at the powerful form straddling him and batted playfully at his back.
“Enoki!! Yah scared me half outta me mind! Don’ be sneakin’ up on Sasori when he comin’ in his door like dat!” he chortled affectionately, eyes shining as Enoki echoed his laughter.
“Sorry mon!” he replied smoothly and nuzzled the tip of his nose against his mate’s, “I was jes getting’ lonely here all by me lonesome! I was fearin’ I wasn’t gonna see yah again today…”
Sasori rolled his eyes with a smirk, sitting up and pushing Enoki tenderly back away from him but not before allowing him a tender and loving if not soggy hug.
“M’sorry… I know dat was short notice, but I was needed an’ you know I gotta go… Dis be mah village, I gotta protect it…” whispered Sasori reverently, nuzzling into Enoki’s neck and breathing in his familiar earthy scent, “An’ specially now cuz’… You live ‘ere too…”
Enoki pursed his lips pressed over long immaculate tusks in a permanent wily grin and chuckled airily in agreement as he sat back on his haunches and parted from his damp lover. Kuz’jin was, after all, the first place in longer than he could remember he could call home.
“Don’ worry yahself mon, Enoki got it! It be fine, jes don’ be expectin’ me not ta pounce yah when yah finally come home den!” he purred, grinning wickedly as he looked over the sopping priest before him suggestively, “An’ looks like yah got home JES’ in time…”
Sasori tilted his head curiously as the subtle hint went clear over his head and looked down at his robes blankly before it finally sank in. A hot deep purple blush spread over his cheeks as the telltale result and he gripped at the collar of his priestly garments sheepishly as he stood up and turned away.
“Oh! Oh yah, yah dese… Dese be soaked!” he laughed nervously, still unaccustomed to having such a feral, sexually charged presence in his home.
It had frightened him when the battered shaman had first come to their village, remembering nothing of his past or his life, but it had soon permeated him and touched and awakened something at his core he never knew slept coiled like a serpent within his very being. Sasori was all too reluctant to admit that he had been adverse to the advances of the dashing stranger and timid around him after the first few times they had coupled, but he had eventually charmed his way deep into his heart, so when he had asked sweetly to be considered a life mate he had no choice but to blissfully accept. Even still being close to the wild, red-headed former mercenary made his skin tingle and his loins burn, and as his hands moved to slip the wet fabric from his shoulders he found Enoki’s there already instead, nimble fingers tracing over his imposing form. The weapon calloused three-fingered hands moved deftly as they exposed shining, flawless violet skin, and Sasori shivered as he felt the familiar cool, smooth bone of long tusks against his back as his lips pressed into the slight protrusion of his clavicle.
“Yah… But let ol’ Enoki take care’a dat…” the husky voice whispered dangerously close to his ear accompanied by an untamed, sensuous purr as wet cloth slipped elegantly over his arms.
Sasori could not harness the tiny, pleasured moan that escaped his lips as his eyes shut languidly and his ears drooped in wanton submission to his mate, but it only encouraged Enoki who was already heatedly aroused as he unraveled the sash around the slender waist. Silk finally melted to his touch, cascading from his lover’s body and pooling around his feet on the wooden floor of the raised hut with long arms snaked all encompassing around his quivering form.
“E-Enoki…” the impassioned priest hissed between his teeth.
The flame-haired shaman behind him gave only a soft moan in response as he let his broad hands trace over him in the familiar worship of his body, one brushing upward over the dark, already hardened buds of his nipples while the other mischievously followed the trail of thick, brilliant cerulean hair to the awakening organ between his legs. Sasori cried out softly as the strong hand closed around his manhood pulsing with desire, stroking gently along his length as he felt the thick girth of his mate pressing amorously into his hindquarters. Panting heavily already, his skin shining with rainwater, silver sweat and heat he pressed back into him, their bodies aligned and muscles rippling under scarred velvet teal as the arms around him beckoned him back to the bed nestled in the far corner of the hut.
Enoki breathed deep the light aroma of his lover, a mixture of incense, herbs, flowers and fresh linen as he lay Sasori down onto the mattress and mounted his hips majestically. His braid fell loose from the ribbon holding it, his arms stayed twined tightly around his neck, and he opened glittering russet eyes again to look up into the impish emeralds once again. The sight of him, lithe, slender body stretched alluringly before him, ocean blue hair running in wet rivulets over the sheets and shining in the silver light, and raindrops gleaming like stars in a midnight sky over his flawless skin the rich violet color of a summer sunset, brought a feral growl and a grin to Enoki’s lips.
He closed his eyes as he leaned down, tongue twining from between full lips and pressing hard, hot thick and searing against the cool skin. He tasted luxuriously of the jungle and the pungent flavor of Sasori as he slowly drew his tongue over the length of his chest, trailed it down the gentle cleft between the firm muscles and finally circled a nipple teasingly before he bit down upon the peaking bud with a savage growl of pleasure. Unbidden in his surrender, Sasori moaned rapturously and tightened his fingers into Enoki’s predatorily arched back as he spread his legs further and urged the twisting, warm pleasure downward to pleadingly.
“Ah! Enoki… Love… Please…” he begged breathlessly.
Enoki, however, was not so content as to simply comply with his mate’s wishes, and his tongue followed his own desire as he swept it downward over the slender abs and dipped it into his navel. He moaned hotly against the chiseled musculature, tusks bobbing dangerously around his hips as he gently continued his conquest to his nether regions in a burning path of feather light kisses that ended agonizingly at the base of the engorged shaft.
Sasori gasped raggedly once more as one hand remained tangled in the blaze of thick red hair atop his lover’s head and the other clenched into the sheets above him. His chest heaved, nipples hard and legs spread invitingly, waiting to be tipped over the edge and to plunge into the oblivion of ecstasy offered and held tantalizingly just out of reach. Enoki bided his time lingering tortuously over the swollen dark violet member before him, glans gleaming with a delicate pearl of precum and quivering with desire, but the driving hand in his fiery locks begged and nagged and he answered the call with the wet, writhing plane of his tongue pressed firmly against the awaiting head. The resounding cry of rapture echoed in his ears and he pushed the organ smoothly past his lips, spreading Sasori’s legs gently to avoid his tusks as they curved safely beneath his haunches.
Enoki purred deep in his throat to taste the downy musk of his lover again and closed his mouth tightly in worship around his manhood, one hand lazily tracing the curvature of Sasori’s buttocks and testicles and the other attentively stroking himself. The prostrate priest howled in pleasure to the mercy of the lips and tongue stroking along his hardened length and he writhed gently on the bed, toes curling fiercely into the sheets as he drove his heels in to brace himself. Panting Enoki’s name in desperation he thrust his hips forward into the blinding pleasure he offered, only for the shaman to jerk puckishly back from the thick organ, a thin trail of cum traveling down his chin, and bend lower with a teasing flick of his tongue between the cleft of his haunches in retaliation.
Sasori’s eyes snapped wide open, his member abandoned but for an entirely new sensation shocking his body into weakness. His lips moved to cry out but they formed a nervous breathy moan in its stead, his body tensed in apprehension, he trusted his mate, and as he felt his tongue press again into his awaiting opening his body lurched with the wave of pleasure that rolled devastatingly through it. Enoki closed his eyes and gently spread the warmly flushed cheeks to allow his tongue to delve further as he twisted and twined it inside his body. The resulting deep moans of bliss and the wrenching hand in his hair were more than enough to drive him onward, and he drove his tongue inside his lover a precious few more times before he finally took his dangerously engorged member into his mouth once more.
The heat clenching around his sex again was almost more that Sasori could bear, surging heedlessly toward orgasm as Enoki suckled hard on his leaking arousal. The expert rolling of his attentive tongue, the gentle vibrations of his caged moaning, sharp teeth grazing in only the most temperate and seductive of paths over the veined shaft, all finally culminated into a final, blazing height of pleasure. Sasori threw his head back as the moment lingered, suspended at that peak for an endless few moments before his hips bucked and his senses exploded in pleasure, member finally bursting with searing hot fluid.
The priest howled wildly in release as he emptied his essence into Enoki’s awaiting mouth, uninhibited in primal pleasure as he thrust in punctuation to each draining burst of cum from his sex. Enoki accepted it all with pleasure, lapping eagerly and swallowing what he could, he drank of his love’s essence greedily until they both pulled away for the final vestiges to spatter gingerly across his lips and cheek.
With a shuddering final moan Sasori sagged into the bed, his violet skin flushed and shining like polished amethyst in the silvery light flickering through the rain, the sound of which finally returned to his ears in the wake of orgasm. Enoki too, paused as he licked the pungent fluid from his lips to let the quiet moment be and linger in the thick taste of his lover and the music of the rain. The pulse of their togetherness sounded again within both of their bodies swiftly to call them, and just as Enoki moved to crawl sensuously back over Sasori, the blue-haired troll was reaching loving arms out to embrace him.
The shaman sunk blissfully into it and met the heeding ruby eyes for a fiery moment before they closed and their lips locked. The still hot and virile seed seeped from his roaming tongue into Sasori’s mouth as he thrust it past his lips and coiled it round the receiving organ, filling both their senses with the scent and the taste of him. Enoki’s unattended arousal pressed urgently against his thigh, a searing brand that sent the white hot arrows of excitement coursing back to their mark in Sasori’s gut and he moaned deeply in response, opening his legs invitingly as he pulled his lover close.
“Enoki… Please… Take me…” he begged quietly, his innards already quivering at the ghostly teasing remembrance of the thick girth within him.
Their bodies were twined so dangerously close, breath hot and thick in the air moist with the steam rising from them both, every inch of them tingling as they grew ever closer. They locked tusks gently, lips brushed with threads of glimmering white clinging between them, and Enoki finally slid gracefully in place between the welcoming cavern of Sasori’s legs. They wrapped around his waist with the sudden flare of passion and exigency that came from the intimate contact of their nether regions and the swollen head pressing against the clenching entrance. Enoki let the leaking tip of his member drip thickly against it, the soft pucker twitching instinctively in response and accepting the fluid, Sasori’s arms tightening around him, and the muscles in his back tensing in the elegant poise of readiness.
They remained for an endless moment, eyes locked into one another, emeralds flashing against rubies, perched on the edge before silently, they dove, and Enoki’s hips finally thrust forward to enter him. Their mutual cries of ecstasy echoed against each other in the moment of igniting penetration, even while Sasori’s was laced with a dull pain as his girth forged through the tight ring of muscle lightly coated in his precum to bury deep within him. His hands tightened into Enoki’s chiseled back, head thrown to the bed and back arched in euphoria as he surrendered to him utterly and pushed downward against the raw edge of the pain. Enoki met his thrust with slow deliberate power in the tentative first delves inside of him to open the way and allow his body to accept him fully, his arms wrapped comfortingly around the trembling tiny form conquered beneath him.
Sasori clung fiercely to the powerful body, eyes clenched tightly shut and sweat beading on his temples, but for his determined thrusts his entrance gradually relaxed around the thick shaft and the low, resounding final moan of pleasure loosened his entire body in the tremors. The pain swiftly crumbled into blinding physical rapture as he whispered his name impassioned and he fell gracefully back to the bed, a smile on his lips and his arms tugging his lover closer.
With the descent, Enoki finally purred in satisfaction and drove his hips devastatingly forward with a feral cry torn from his throat and his member finally buried fully in the wet heat. His body rippled, taut in bliss, pierced nipples gathering against his heaving chest and the rings gingerly colliding with his gleaming skin as his entire form thrust forward. Another moan graced the motion from his partner as the priest’s slender hips rose to meet him with growing momentum, and he pulled back just far enough to remove his member from his body before plunging it back inside the awaiting heat.
Sasori’s body finally slick, the second penetration buried his sex to the base and Enoki threw his head back with the guttural howl of his name that burst from his throat. He drove his hips deeply into his love as he arced over him dominantly, rigid erection coursing the core of him and tongue coiling between his lips to lean down and lap at Sasori’s as their bodies moved as one. The priest met the moist and writhing tongue with his own, mewling softly and moaning with cascading desire mounting in crescendo with each connection of Enoki’s manhood with his body that drew ever closer to the hidden spot within him.
Their seeking tongues danced and played lightly with one another, hot and steaming foreheads bumped and tusks locked firmly again as Enoki was drawn into the desirous embrace drawing him closer. His abdomen pressed against his lover’s arousal, unsheathed and weeping as it curled upward and swelled once again with thick fluid, Sasori crying out and snatching the elusive, kiss-bruised lips above him. They kissed once more with their moans muffled and swallowed by one another, bodies rocking in the tangle of the bed as Sasori dug his heels in and clenched his toes into the soft fabric. Hands clawed and raked in burning trails over the shaman’s back with the heat coiling tighter within him and he answered with a deeper and more powerful thrust.
Enoki rose back up and braced his hands on the slender shoulders of the writhing priest to pound into him as his fully erect member streamed fluid inside of the clenching sphincter. The thin precum spattered over the pristine and flushed violet buttocks as they soared mutually toward the height of their arousals once more, bodies coiling with the heat simmering and threatening to push them both to the limit. No words dared break the harmony of their panted gasps and moans as they clung to one another, ravenous in their hunt for release with each collision of their hips.
Sasori was nearly senseless with euphoria as together, their voices called out to the serenity of the hut and their bodies locked into the height of all abandonment in their lovemaking. Together they climbed into a realm that transcended consciousness and erased it from their minds, existing purely for that one moment as their bodies, gleaming within their private smoldering heat. Desperate hands raked through the blaze of wild red hair, breath mingled, saliva clung to parted lips, full erection struck the deepest reaches of his lover and everything came to release.
Enoki threw his head back with the final strike against Sasori’s elusive spot and he came to his orgasm, screaming his name wildly and foisting his hips forward as his member erupted in a jet of seed that filled his lover’s body. With the searing torrent within him, Sasori too echoed his love’s sacred name as his own essence burst forth in steaming, thick jets across his glistening abdomen. They drove recklessly into one another as they each emptied, cum drenching and mingling over their lower bodies in the release, minds reeling as their every shred of essence was drained.
Slowly, his passion quelling into the dull, incandescent lull of the aftermath of the rush, Enoki drew in a deep, shuddering breath and finally collapsed atop his lover with a muted sigh of delight. Sasori echoed it as he too shivered in the wake of such destructive arousal and release, his entire soul feeling drained as they remained joined bodily in the afterglow. He looked up lovingly to the shaman still crouched, powerful still in repose and let his arms slip over his shoulders to caress his cheeks and let his fingers brush through the thick, fiery hair decorating his strong jaw.
The light contact was enough to finally awaken Enoki, and he opened his crystal emerald eyes to look down into ardent rubies while the song of the rain still pouring outside rose once again to fill the void their cries in the throes of passion had created. He smiled softly and gingerly pulled his hips back to slip his emptied and flaccid member out of Sasori’s body which still tremored with release. The loving embrace again enveloped him and he gave into it gratefully as he toppled gently to the bed and wrapped his own arms tightly around Sasori’s tiny waist to bring him close and tuck his head preciously beneath his chin with a wry smirk.
“Warm now mon…?” Enoki asked breathlessly to which the exhausted troll in his arms could only chuckle.
“I had bettah be…” he replied, “Yah always warm Enoki love… Always…”
They lay together, nothing more to be said as Enoki grinned in agreement and held Sasori secure in the bed softly glowing with their warmth as he closed his eyes happily to burrow into his broad chest. He ran his hands through the still damp cerulean locks and closed his eyes as well, both of them accepting the moment to themselves before they would inevitably have to break away and return to reality, but too comforted and spent to think of it. They lay together instead defiantly to listen to the quiet whisper of the wind, the accent of the gentle music of the chimes hung outside the hut, and the soothing roll of distant thunder; bathed in the soft heat of their love as the rain fell over the jungle.