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Foot prints we're left behind by Jim, Claire, and Blinky as they walked through the large woods. Jim and Claire were talking about a random show franchise, while Blinky led them back to Troll market, already used to their many conversations along the trip that awaited.
Rustling through the tree tops above them echoed through the silent forests, snaps of the wood followed by a few branches fell onto the ground, snapping further beneath their feet when they stepped on them.
Claire looked up, and the nosies instantly stopped. She looked back down and kept walking. She felt Jim slide his arm around her shoulder, kissing a reassuring kiss onto her cheek as he stroked her arm through her armor.
The sounds of someone running up from the side entered the woods. Jim sniffed the air before he looked over as if to detect the person. He was tackled off the cliff, hearing Claire yelp out his name.
He tumbled down the mountain with the man pressed against him, struggling as they turned and rolled against the rocky cliff. Jim could feel sticks and leaves getting stuck in his hair as he moved further down; if he were still human, he would most likely be dead from this.
The man leaned down, whispering into his ear.
"Don't try anything, trollhunter."
That voice was the librarian at GDT Arcane Books who worked with Douxie and Clementine. That man always had Jim's favorite candy for him; he never looked violent or green.
The sound of skin being pierced filled the air. Jim gasped as he fell through the leaves of a large oak tree. He was pinned to the ground from the man's sword piercing his lower abdomen, he felt his life flashing before his eyes until..
The sensation of Spring's crotch grazed his own; his member twitched as their cold armor met, the way the elf gasped and bucked into the touch made Jim lose his mind.
The feelings tickled Jim across the bottom of his heart when they first appeared; he groaned, trying to buck his hips away from him, but he instead did the opposite, earning a desperate sound from Spring's throat.
Jim slipped his hands behind Spring's thighs, cupping the covered skin, and moving his hands up to cup his ass through his armor. Whatever pain he was feeling all of a sudden was gone, all on his mind was having sex- no, he was thinking with his dick.
He looked around for something he could use to escape; his sword was discarded too far to reach from this angle or in general.
The elf reached out and stomped on Jim's elbow to pin his exploring arm down. He glared down at him, feeling blood dripping down his abdomen to his armor, and it even stained his own.
He groaned in disgust and sat on Jim's lap to prevent his armor from being ruined. He still couldn't believe how easily his plan went according to plan.
Jim gasped as he felt Spring sit onto his lap. He choked out a moan, his throat sore and weak from screaming down the mountain. He placed his hands on Spring's thighs, trying to push him off, just to feel his cock throbbing beneath the metal. A smirk appeared across his face.
His hands moved to the front of his armor, pulling his codpiece off despite almost cutting his finger on the ridge edges of the metal. He threw it behind him over his shoulder into the wilderness.
His sharp nails made it easy to rip a hole in his braies.
Spring gasped out, his cock flung free, slapping onto Jim's own codpiece that was tucked neatly into place. The glow of the moonlight reflected off Jim's face. He looked so vulnerable, especially pinned beneath another man who wanted him dead, and the blade piercing his lower hip, it added to the vulnerability.
A blue stone hand reached forth, grasping Springs cock gently but enough for it to hurt. Jim smiled at the view, spitting on the tip, watching it drip down his length as he slowly started to move his hand up and down.
Gasps of pain and pleasure filled the air. It was painful cause his cock wasn't lubed up properly, but also pleasurable from the salvia on his dick slowly doing something to lube it up, even if it was mostly near the base of his member.
Spring whimpered, slurring his words as he fought the urge to thrust up into Jim's hand. He took a fistful of his hair, bucking his hips upwards for more sensation.
"Aye, aye, aye, aye – 'tis a most ravishing sensation when thou dost seize me in such a manner~.."
"What the fuck-?"
Jim spoke raspy, blood seeping through his armor as he slowly but roughly jerked off Spring, his four fingers wrapped on the slick-covered member tightly now.
He hardly understood the words from the elves' tongue; his accent was rather heavy compared to when he was Clementine. It was barely noticeable if you didn't listen to him as a human, but the difference was at large in this case.
Spring pulled his hips away from Jim's hand, his cock dripped with precum onto his armor below him.
"I possess no inclination to surrender thusly...." He spoke in a hushed tone, he ripped off the codpiece from Jim's crotch, ripping his braise and loincloth out from his under armor, exposing his cock.
Blue, veiny, stoney- So many words he could use to describe it, but they remained thoughts in his mind. He took Jim's cock into his hand, it was much larger than the ones he's seen on elves, way over five inches, trolls we're so odd.
He took some of the blood pooling in the grass, and he poured it onto Jim's cock, rubbing it as if it were natural lube. He looked down at his face, wiping the drool from his mouth with his free hand as he kept lubing him up properly.
The elf leaned down and planted a kiss onto Jim's lips, his hand remained around his cock, lathering him up for the activities to come very soon.
The troll returned the kiss almost instantly, his grip tightening on his hips as his tongue met Spring's. The kiss was practically teeth, tongue, and drops of blood from Jim biting Spring's lower lip.
Jim's tongue dragged slowly along the split in Spring's lip, tasting copper and something faintly sweet beneath--magic, maybe, he was an elf, or maybe just the adrenaline twisting his senses. His grip on the elf's hips tightened, fingers digging into flesh hard enough to bruise even through the armor's padding.
Then he thrust up, sharp and sudden, forcing a broken gasp from Spring's throat as he took him in one rough movement.
Spring practically whined in pain and pleasure, his hands wrapping around Jim's neck as his eyes rolled back not in unconsciousness, but in that delirious space where agony and ecstasy swirled into something unbearable.
His fingers twitched against Jim’s stone collarbone, nails scraping uselessly against armor as his hips jerked forward involuntarily. The movement pushed a ragged gasp from him, his cock twitching against Jim’s abdomen, smearing precum across blood-streaked plating.
Spring's fingers scrambled blindly through the dirt, searching for the hilt of his discarded sword while his body responded helplessly to Jim's thrusts. His breath came in ragged, punched-out gasps--each snap of Jim's hips driving the blade still embedded in his side deeper, sending fresh rivulets of blood trickling down his armor.
Just as his fingertips brushed warm metal, Jim snarled and wrenched Spring's arm behind his back with a crack that screamed on dislocation.
"Ah—for shame—!" Spring's cry dissolved into a choked whimper as Jim bit down on the junction of his neck and shoulder, blunt troll teeth leaving indents in his skin.
The pain sharpened everything: the drag of Jim's cock inside him, the way his own erection leaked pathetically against Jim's stomach, the metallic tang of blood in his mouth from where he'd bitten his own tongue.
He could feel Jim's rhythm stuttering, the way his hips jerked erratically as his knot began to swell.
It was obscene, how easily his body yielded, stretching around the thickening base, fluttering in pathetic little spasms as Jim groaned and came deep inside him.
Spring's climax hit like a second blade to the gut, his back bending as he painted streaks of white across both their stomachs. For a single, gasping moment, the only sounds were their mingled panting and the wet squelch of Jim's knot locking them together.
Then crackling underbrush.
Jim's head snapped up just as Claire walked into the clearing, her shadow staff raised and eyes wild, only to freeze at the sight before her.
Spring, limp and trembling against Jim's chest, their hips still joined. The sword jutted grotesquely from Jim's side. The blood smeared across both their thighs.
"...Jim?" Claire's voice wavered between horror and surprise.
Spring laughed—a broken, breathless sound—and let his head loll back against Jim's shoulder. "Surprise," he slurred, lashes fluttering.
Jim's grip on him tightened instinctively, his knot twitching inside Spring's spent body as if in protest. He opened his mouth—to explain, to apologize, something, anything. But Claire simply sighed and went to search for Blinky.
"Blinky, Jim's being a slut again!"
That caught Spring's ear, and he glanced down at the man still buried inside him. His lips curled into a smirk, despite the pain radiating from his dislocated shoulder and the slow trickle of blood where Jim's teeth had broken skin.
"A strumpet, say you?"
Jim simply sighed in response; that was a story his assassin would learn another day.