Ashton was a good boy. He was a soft, warm little troll. He had nice, pale grey skin. Short, annoyingly curly hair, and stupid glasses that the poor soul adored. Fucking Hipster.
But nevermind Ash being a hipster. This kid was everything you wanted. His soft skin had just the right undertone to it. He was a lowblood, but a smart one. He was often grumpy, didn't like being touched, but he adored, fucking adored his neck being touched. His inner thighs were sensitive, a little birdy had said. His nook? Tasted like heaven.
but you were selfish. You wanted him to yourself with his odd blue, crystal eyes. His soft smile that would make anyone wanna giggle. He liked some weird thing, cosplay or something. And thanks to his social media, you'd found out all his weak spots.
Today was the day you were gonna fuck Ashton. The precious, thin little morsel of a troll was resting beneath the warm sun out before his hive, his ears a soft pink. Getting sunburnt. When you approached him, he barely looked up. Just a tiny little fraction of a smile overtook his lips. Something was off. He smelled strongly of.. what even was that? Something like.. peppermint, mixed with a tad of sweetness. You ignore the overwhelming, thick smell, and sit beside him. He looks up, his hair falling into his eyes.
"What the fuck do you want?" He had asked. Woah, way out of context there, with the way he looked so sweet. You ignored it, and smirked.
'Fiesty today, are we Mister Ashy?' You knew he had a little fetish for nicknames, but could you blame him? It was rather adorable to be adored. Heh.
A few moments passed, making small talk, before you sorta just flat out asked him. 'So, are you a virgin?' Which had, only made him fluster and shush you playfully. He Smiled though. "Yes, I'm a virgin, you idiot. Why?"
'I think I know someone who uh..wants to change that.'