Hey guys! I come baring more Trolls, however this one is a little different. The entirety of this fic is various monster versions of Crowley and Troll Aziraphale having a fun and consensual sexual encounter (foursome with double penetration, among other things), so you decide if that's for you or not.
The idea for this fic came from a conversation from MoFuInc, but the inspiration came from two peoples work.
Firstly, art from SmutKeeper, who is to thank for allowing me to play in the sandbox of their Troll AU. Please go give their art some love. archiveofourown DOT org/series/4113961
Secondly, Liquid_Lyrium who literally wrote the book on Merlotls, and hence Crowlotl. Go and read the series, you will NOT be disappointed! archiveofourown DOT org/series/3892267
This could likely be read alone, but it might give more context if you've read the other fics in the series.
Let me know if you enjoyed it, and keep an eye out for more Troll fics in the future, much love xox
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It was a lovely morning for a swim in the river. Aziraphale had woken up while the sun was still rising, which meant that Crowley was still asleep in their nest, purring heartily, and likely would be for a couple of more hours yet. Crowley refused to believe that he had started purring in his sleep, which was ridiculous, but his poor mate was in denial, and Aziraphale could not prove it to him, so they had agreed to disagree on the matter. It was endearing nonetheless.
After sneaking out of the nest, making sure not to disturb Crowley, he set off for the river just as the sky was changing from orange to pink. Birds chattered overheard, and he greeted a hedgehog snuffling about, gathering up fallen berries in it's mouth underneath a raspberry bush. It was only a short walk, and upon arrival he noticed that he was alone on the river bank, no deer or lizards in sight.
The water was perfect he noted upon dipping in his big toe; not too cold, not too warm, it was just right. Without hesitating any longer, Aziraphale waded into the river, letting the water reach just above his waist, his toes burying in the sand and pebbles on the river bed. The sun continued to drift higher into the sky, and allowed beams of warm light to come down through the gaps in the canopy. Closing his eyes, Aziraphale stood and enjoyed the sun's warmth on his upper body, his fingertips skimmed the surface of the water rhythmically in patterns as he hummed quietly to himself, tail dipping in and out of the water like a sea serpent.
The snap of a twig nearby drew his attention though, and he opened his eyes, looking around, expecting to find some deer coming down to the river bank for a morning drink. Instead what he saw was a pair of black horns, and a reddish brown tuft of fur sticking out from behind a leaning tree trunk. Smirking to himself, Aziraphale pretended not to notice his mate, happy to let Crowley watch him until he was ready to join.
He'd just started humming again, swaying his hips for his voyeur, when he heard a splash, like a fish jumping out of the water. The next moment Aziraphale had blinked, and then he was face to face with a Crowley-esk axolotl merperson, which Aziraphale affectionately referred to as Crowlotl.
"Oh, good morning, dear," Aziraphale smiled, and Crowlotl smiled back, pink fronds flickering merrily, accompanied by a happy chirp before ducking in to lick Aziraphale's cheek with his sticky clover shaped tongue.
Chuckling, Aziraphale caught his wet lips in a kiss, the slipperiness of them made the kiss a little sloppy, but quite sensual. Webbed hands traced over his ribs to curl around his hips as Crowlotl slid back down into the water until it was only above his shoulders, and his hands were sticking out. Soft gummy lips mouthed at Aziraphale's belly, causing a mixture of sensations from tickling to arousing to emanate through the troll, before dropping down even further, so that Crowlotl's face was half underwater, his corner to corner black eyes peeking out above the surface with half of his beautiful frilly pink fronds.
"Oh!" Aziraphale gasped as the webbed hands moved from his hips to his buttocks, "Oh," he repeated, tone lower as his stirring interest was taken into Crowlotl's cool, slick mouth, "gosh."
Feeling himself quickly filling out in Crowlotl's mouth, Aziraphale tilted his head back, jaw slacking, mouth slightly agape, fingers running through shoulder length, waterlogged, auburn locks. Crowlotl only lightly sucked on him the whole time, that was all, but good gracious did it feel lovely.
Just as he was wondering if Crowley was still was watching from the trees, Aziraphale heard the rustle of a bush from closer by. Head snapping forward once more, Aziraphale glanced around at the surrounding shrubbery, spotting a familiar being observing them, a mesmerised look upon his human-ish face. Yellow eyes with black slitted pupils blinked while a long, forked tongue licked at pink lips as Aziraphale raised a hand and beckoned the newcomer over to the grassy river bank.
"Come over, dear, don't be shy," Aziraphale invited confidently.
Moments later Aziraphale and Crowlotl were eagerly waiting at the shore, water lapping Aziraphale's ankles, with a snake man slithering toward them. Nagaley had a human head and torso that faded into the glossy red and black scales that made up the rest of his snake body and tail, such a fine specimen he was.
He came right up to Aziraphale, no longer acting uncertain, and the troll caressed his cheek, cupped his jaw and brought their mouths together in a sweet but demonstrative kiss. The forked tongue flicked at Aziraphale's lips, and he flicked his regular tongue back, tasting each other, saliva blending and stringing between their mouths, fangs, and elongated canines as the kiss became rather filthy.
Meanwhile, Crowlotl had found a way to occupy himself. One webbed hand was palming at Aziraphale's leaking cock, while the other was replicating the action to one of Nagaley's, at the same time his soft maw was mouthing at Nagaley's second cockhead. Aziraphale moaned in pleasure, his hot breath mingling with Nagaley's as a black clawed hand dug into his waist, and Aziraphale's nails scratched over scales while his tail rubbed up and down Crowlotl's wet back. He was absolutely aflame with desire, but he couldn't help to notice that something, or rather someone, was missing.
Pulling out of the kiss, Aziraphale tilted his head around Nagaley's to gain sight of the tree that Crowley was hiding behind. Without a mouth to attend to, Nagaley ducked his own head down to pepper kisses, and nibble along Aziraphale's shoulder and collarbone, the hand not digging digits into Aziraphale's soft flesh was tangled together with the troll's in Crowlotl's wet hair. Easily finding the right tree, despite being a little distracted, Aziraphale noticed that Crowley was very much watching what was happening riverside. Crowley's entire being shouted desire, from the slack, horny expression on his face, to the way he was slowly stroking his extremely erect cock, tail gently thumping the ground next to him.
"Crowley, dearest…" Aziraphale hailed him, pausing to groan deeply, eyelids fluttering as Nagaley sank his needle like fangs into the soft flesh either side of Aziraphale's left nipple, forked tongue caressing the stiff nub while it was trapped. A shiver of pleasure ran through him, fingers flexing in Crowlotl's hair, and he had to take a shuddering breath before he could finish calling out to Crowley, "Are you going to join us, or just watch?"
It seemed that Crowley was merely waiting for an invitation, because not a second later he'd let go of his cock, and was bounding over to the trio on all fours. Aziraphale welcomed him with a passionate kiss, their long, furred tails automatically seeking out each other to twine together, reddish brown, and creamy white fur tufts bumping playfully as they did so.
"Were you…mmm…enjoying the show, darling?" Aziraphale inquired between heated kisses.
"You know I was, ah, y-you saucy minx," Crowley responded, eyelids fluttering closed.
When Aziraphale looked down he noticed the tip of Nagaley's tail rubbing in the wetness of Crowley's precome coated cock.
"Sssso sssslick, perfect," Nagaley smirked, flashing fangs.
The scaled tail disappeared behind Crowley then, and honeyed eyes widened as Crowley sucked in air before biting his lip, stifling a moan. It was a reaction that Aziraphale was familiar with from his mate, Crowley did so love his ass being played with, in many ways. Reaching down, Aziraphale took Crowley lightly in hand, just teasingly stroking him, not wanting him to come yet, and Crowley fell forward with a whine, resting his forehead on Aziraphale's shoulder, one double bent horn just touching his jaw. The angle allowed Aziraphale to just peak a black and red scaled tail probing between Crowley's buttocks, sending jolts of desire through his body.
Too busy being transfixed on the sight before him, Aziraphale wasn't paying attention to anything else that was happening around him, and with a few swift movements between Nagaley and Crowlotl the four of them ended up on the ground. Winding up on top of Crowlotl, Aziraphale instantly found his slippery mouth, kissing him thorough and messy while grinding his rock hard erection between Crowlotl's twin cocks. That didn't last long however as two scaly clawed hands gripped Aziraphale's fuzzy thighs and yanked him down so that his face was with level with the cocks he'd just been rubbing against.
Instantly distracted by what was in front of his face, Aziraphale didn't focus on what was underneath him. That was until the sharp pleasure-pain of two fangs sinking into the sensitive flesh of his thick thigh made him glance down, cock oozing precome as it throbbed, and he whimpered loudly. A forked tongue darted out to collect the extra slick before it dripped off of the tip of his cock, and Aziraphale had to try twice to swallow around the desire lodged in his throat. There was a predatory look in those yellow snake eyes that made Aziraphale shudder, cock dribbling a little more onto that waiting tongue.
Aziraphale would know the feel of Crowley's tail against his own in his sleep, so when the thin appendage twirled back around his tail, he knew immediately what it was, and anchored himself to Crowley. A glance over his shoulder showed Crowley spread over Nagaley's tail, the tip still leading between his ass cheeks, while his mouth was filled with one of Nagaley's stiff cocks. The sight made his skin feel too tight, the air too hot around him, but he was ripped from the moment with a needy moan as he felt his own buttocks being spread by two sets of clawed fingers, and an abnormally long, forked tongue teasing at his rim.
"Delicioussssss," Nagaley commented without missing a beat.
Aziraphale's head dropped back forward, mouth parted as his breathing became more laboured from the pleasure circuiting through his body, doubly intensified by the fact that Crowley squeezed his tail when he moaned around the cock in his mouth. Crowley's pleasure was his own after all, and he enjoyed knowing that he was getting properly attended to.
Something velvety, cool, and slick slipped across Aziraphale's lips then, and he instinctually opened his mouth wider to allow one of Crowlotl's cock's into his mouth. Crowlotl had been so patient, waiting while Aziraphale was distracted with his other two lovers, but he made the wait worth it. Swirling his tongue around the heads of both cocks, licking up and down them, showering every inch of them both with caresses from both his tongue and lips before wrapping his hand solidly around one, and sinking his hot mouth down around the other.
Crowlotl squirmed about underneath him, chirping loudly, pink fronds dancing erratically around his lovely face as his webbed hands pawed at Aziraphale's shoulder, "Too close," he cried, "not yet."
Pulling off with a very wet sound, Aziraphale wasn't fairing much better himself, his body was trembling, his mind mostly mush as Nagaley's tongue did a thorough job of finding every single spot inside of him that gave even the slightest amount of pleasure. A few strokes of his brownish red, heavily dripping cock, and he'd be guaranteed to come.
A shudder and a throaty hiss of pleasure, followed by a muffled, "Mmmngg," from Crowley, along with the pause in Nagaley's tongue in his ass told Aziraphale that Nagaley had come down Crowley's throat. Aziraphale tried to turn his head to catch a glimpse of the situation behind him, but apparently Crowlotl was done with Aziraphale being distracted. Sitting up, two webbed hands grabbed Aziraphale's biceps and pulled him back up, just like Nagaley had dragged him down earlier. There was some manhandling, and Aziraphale ended up flipped over, sitting in Crowlotl's lap, but facing Nagaley and Crowley, webbed hands rubbing through his belly fur and over his thighs. Fingers pressed into the fangs marks made by Nagaley earlier, and Aziraphale keened, wriggling in Crowlotl's lap.
"Want you," Crowlotl clicked in his pointed ear, webbed hands finding his hips, already lifting him up.
"Yes," Aziraphale nodded enthusiastically, getting with the program and making his jelly legs work, "yes, darling, take me."
With Crowlotl's help, Aziraphale rose in his lap, feeling an overly slick cockhead rub against his hole. Taking a breath to relax, Aziraphale slowly eased himself down, taking Crowlotl inch after inch until he was ass to lap, claws digging into Crowlotl's soft tail flesh. Crowlotl held on to him tightly then, especially when Aziraphale tried to move, and he was confused for a moment, brain too filled with lust to consider what was happening in front of him.
Suddenly Aziraphale's own lap was encumbered with Crowley, who was face to face with him, and already gripping Aziraphale's cock to line up with his entrance.
"Oh gosh, oh, Crowley," Aziraphale moaned as his hands flew to his mate's narrow hips, helping him down onto his cock just like Crowlotl had with him.
It was so encompassing, so hot, so wonderful to be surrounded and filled like that, by so much want, desire, and love, and of course his lovers' cocks. Head falling back onto Crowlotl's shoulder, fronds fluttered against Aziraphale's curly hair, while gummy lips sucked along the shell of his pointed ear. Little chirpy grunts bubbled out of Crowlotl's mouth as Aziraphale shifted on his cock, which in turn moved him inside of Crowley who groaned and started rocking in Aziraphale's lap.
The movement was short lived however as Nagaley came up behind Crowley, his scaled claws settled over Aziraphale's, gripping tight to raise Crowley back up again until only the head of his cock was inside his mate. It was then that Nagaley pressed his body right up against Crowely's back, and Aziraphale understood what was happening as he felt the firm squishy flesh of Nagaley's remaining erection slip up alongside his own cock.
Crowley's mouth dropped open, eyes rolled back in his head, tail twitching as Nagaley's cock pushed in slowly with Aziraphale's so that Crowley was taking both of them at once.
"That's it, Crowley, oh you're doing so well, darling," Aziraphale praised him, feeling a little spurt of precome on his tummy as Crowley's cock throbbed on him, further mussing his belly fur.
"S-s-so full," Crowley sobbed, trying to rut against Aziraphale, but Nagaley's strong grip kept him from moving too much.
"More too?" Crowlotl asked excitedly in Aziraphale's ear.
Hardly even hesitating, Aziraphale agreed enthusiastically, "Yes, oh please, fill me up."
He was suddenly desperate to feel what Crowley was feeling, the delicious stretch of twin cocks inside of him. With some manoeuvring it worked perfectly, and the slight burn of two cocks stretching his hole open only served to stoke the raging wildfire inside of him.
It was unclear who started moving first, but once one of them started, they all became a writhing mass, all connected to each other, uncertain where one ended and the other begun. Moans, chants, cusses, hisses, chirps, needy whimpers, and keening whines filled the air along with the sounds of flesh slapping flesh. Somehow they all managed to coordinate together though, finding a flow and rhythm to the way they all moved their bodies.
His – their collective – climax was building rapidly, hands passed over bodies, catching pebbled nubs, scraping red lines into flesh, caressing, touching, grabbing, yanking. Meanwhile their mouths made their own trails and marks across shoulders, necks, backs, anything that could be reached. The whole thing was a blur, a flurry of noises and sensations, too much but just not enough, until…
Aziraphale's eyes flung open as he woke up, shouting wordlessly, coming so hard that he was dizzy with it, his claws were digging into whatever he was holding onto, tail thumping furiously against the floor of the nest.
Panting hard, he blinked a few times, clearing away the sleep from his eyes, and allowing the room to come into focus in the morning sunlight. The most important thing he noticed was that he was plastered to Crowley's side, his cock going soft against his mate's thigh, where there was a quite impressive pool of come. Aziraphale raised his head, drool connecting to Crowley's chest as he did so, making him wipe his mouth with the back of his hand.
"That must've been some dream you were having," Crowley commented, words filled with mirth and desire.
He was still rather dazed, it had all been a dream? It had felt so real.
When he found Crowley's face with his eyes though, the love of his life was grinning so broadly that it made his stomach do a flip flop, and his heart skip a beat. No, he was wrong, that definitely wasn't real, nothing, not even a dream version – or three dream versions – of Crowley could ever beat the real thing, the way he looked at him, and made him feel could never be simulated.
That being said, he was absolutely going to reread that book of short stories about 'monsters' before going to sleep again in the near future.
Uncertain if he could speak yet, Aziraphale nodded in acknowledgement to Crowley's comment, and licked his lips, mouth feeling drier than overcooked fish. Crowley, the wonderful being and mate that he was, simply reached out of their nest and handed Aziraphale a bottle of water. Accepting it gratefully, he took a long drink, and then handed it back, feeling a little more with it after hydrating, but a bit sticky and sweaty now he'd come down from his orgasmic high.
"You've no idea, my dear," Aziraphale eventually managed to respond verbally.
"Oh yeah?" Crowley smirked, hand slithering across his firm chest and stomach, clawed fingers gliding through his fur down to his profusely dribbling, rock hard cock, "Wanna tell me about it, maybe?"
Aziraphale raised an eyebrow, noting the red scratch marks on Crowley's body that hadn't been there the previous night. He reached a hand out to cover the one of Crowley's that was loosely wrapped around his erection as he leaned in and kissed him chastely enough that it made Crowley whine and stretch in an attempt to chase Aziraphale's lips.
Easily finding Crowley's tail with his own, and curling them around each other, Aziraphale made a better suggestion, "How about I show you some of it instead…?" then he leaned back in, and kissed Crowley with all the enthusiasm of his dream, and more.