Hey guys! Sorry it's been so long since I've been able to update you all on some troll adventures, I've been struggling to write consistently lately, but you'll be happy to know that I finally have a few more troll stories to last until the end of the year! (Don't worry, there will be more next year too).

As always, this AU and fic wouldn't have been born without the incredible SmutKeeper's artwork.
Link: archiveofourown DOT org/series/4113961

Also, as noted in the tags, this is a sex pollen fic, so that comes with an element of dubcon, you decide if that's for you or not.

This is my first time writing a sex pollen fic, and there is NOT enough pillow humping fics out there, so I hope you all enjoy it, let me know if you did, and keep your eyes peeled for the second chapter, and more trolls in the near future, much love xox

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Spring had certainly sprung in Eden Forest.

Bees adventured from their hives to collect pollen from the abundance of wildflowers that had popped up all over the place, while birds flew back and forth, gathering any source of food available to them to feed their squawking young, safe in their nests. Many of the forest's animals had produced offspring, as was the circle of life, and it was awe-inspiring to watch a minutes old fawn crawl, and then walk along it's mother, eventually joining the rest of the herd.

New fronds unfurled, saplings sprouted in the undergrowth, vines lengthened, and trees grew taller, soaking in the suns nourishing rays on their variously shaped leaves, in every shade of green one could imagine. An assortment of fruits and vegetables that thrived in the warmer weather started blossoming, developing and ripening, helped along by the pollinators, and seasonal bouts of rain, giving the forest's residents a wonderful selection of foods for every dietary requirement.

Eden Forest was flourishing with the change of season, and so were the two trolls that called it home.

It had been a year since Aziraphale had met Crowley, and what a wonderful year it had been, well, mostly, but that was in the past. They had settled into their new life together, and Aziraphale, who had been quite content with his life before meeting Crowley, was happier than he'd ever been before. He was immensely in love with the human-turned-troll, and loved unconditionally in return, and every day he thought that he, quite impossibly, fell deeper in love.

Crowley was a most wonderful mate, so kind and generous, not so secretly a bit of a romantic, funny, incredibly handsome, charmingly silly and playful, and could make Aziraphale's heart and prick throb with merely a gaze, or a few choice words. It was also a blessing that Crowley was quite happy to let Aziraphale spend long hours with his nose buried between the pages of his books. Sometimes Crowley would simply cosy up with him, head in Aziraphale's lap, often taking a nap, and others he would wander off to do things like refill their water bottles at the river, climb trees, or go exploring – not too far though, wouldn't want him to get lost again. Their relationship felt perfectly balanced, and Aziraphale thought that he was possibly the most fortunate being in the world.

It was one of those days where Crowley was doing his own thing nearby, and Aziraphale was intending to read. The air was filled with the sweet and tangy scents of new blooms though, and Aziraphale decided to leave his book on the log by the fire pit at home, and follow his nose for a while instead.

Tail bouncing behind him, nose stuck out, he sniffed as the light breeze drifted past him, ruffling his pale curls, and directing him slightly to the right. Most of the smells were familiar to him, berry blossoms being the strongest around the cabin, however there was one that he was sure was floral but couldn't place, uncertain if he'd ever smelt it before. That was the one that he followed, carefully picking out the sickeningly sweet scent from all of the others, and let his nose guide his feet.

They led him to a patch of forest near a sharp bend in the river where a large tree had fallen in a storm they'd had some moons ago, back when the weather had been turning cooler. Its roots had almost completely come out of the ground, upturning the soil, and leaving a rather impressive hollow in the forest floor. Various coloured fungi, and moss had already begun to claim the tree, and in the disturbed earth bright yellow flowers, vibrant in the beam of sunlight that the break in the canopy had allowed through, had grown up in buttery bouquets.

Aziraphale hadn't seen those before in the forest, they had many varieties of yellow flowers of course, but not ones that boasted such thick, broad petals that came to soft points at the end. In the middle the stigma was a darker, mustard yellow, and long, sticking out well above the petals, with an impressive girth for a flower. Surrounding the stigma, the many stamen stood plentiful, laden with the enticing pollen that had led him there.

Finding himself drooling slightly, Aziraphale wandered closer, noticing that he was not alone, three hares were munching on the yellow flowers, initially hidden by the long, thick tree roots, their whiskers twitching as they chewed.

"Oh, good morning," he greeted them with a smile, "I see I wasn't the only one intrigued by the new scent in the air."

They eyed him, and kept eating, so Aziraphale knelt down between the flowers on the other side of the hollow where the grassy earth wasn't too lumpy, leaving the hares to their meal. They next moment however, the smallest of the three hopped around the edge of the disturbed ground, and came right up to Aziraphale, nose wrinkling up at him.

"Hello there," he said softly, stilling his tail, and gradually lowering his hand to the hare.

The hare considered him for a moment, then head butted the palm of his hand gently and took off, the other two following after it. Aziraphale chuckled to himself at the odd but endearing interaction, and sat down cross legged among the yellow flowers that had not ceased to smell delicious.

The fragrance was incredibly strong at that level, so much so that he almost felt dizzy with it, but in a good way, hazy almost, like awakening from a deep sleep. He didn't leave though, curiosity got the better of him, he wanted to know if the flowers tasted as good as they smelled. They were clearly edible, the hares were evidence of that, and it was so rare to find a new delicacy to try.

Plucking a singular stem from next to him, Aziraphale brought the yellow petals to his face and inhaled deeply. His eyes rolled back in delight, followed by his entire body, flopping back onto the ground, legs spreading out, his double coiled tail flicked about, the tuft dragging through the surrounding flora. Still holding the flower in front of him, Aziraphale carefully pushed his tongue between long teeth and pink lips, and swirled it around the stigma, collecting the sticky pollen on his tongue from the stamen.

"Oh!" he moaned, a shudder running through his body, "Oh, gosh, that's divine," he proclaimed to himself.

It tasted even better than it smelt, flooding his senses with a rich, saccharine flavour, there was just a hint of tang, almost citrusy, to balance it out though, stopping it from being overpoweringly sweet. After licking the stamen clean, he popped the rest of the flower into his mouth and chewed it thoughtfully. The petals didn't seem to hold much flavour unfortunately, it all appeared to be held in the pollen, which was fine, he would just eat the whole flower together.

Resting a hand on his stomach, Aziraphale picked another flower, popping it into his mouth a moment later, and groaning again at the way the flavour flooded his palate, and consumed him as he consumed the flower. Four - or was it seven? - flowers later, and Aziraphale noticed that he was feeling rather warm, cheeks and chest flushed, and his breath was a little laboured.

It took another few moments, and a glance down his body to realise that his hand seemed to have taken it upon itself to wrap around his very stiff, and very slick cock, and start stroking himself.

Oh. Gosh, he enjoyed food immensely, but he'd never gotten worked up like that over it before. Now that he was aware of it though, the aching need racking his body became apparent, and he jerked himself faster, tightening his grip. That felt incredible, and without thinking, he turned his head and licked at the nearest flower, taking all of the sticky, yummy pollen into his mouth.

Tail thumping the ground, he moaned wantonly, one hand clawing at the earth next to him, while the other furiously pumped his throbbing cock. With his toes curling, Aziraphale came hard, crying out in pleasure, and then whining weakly as he rubbed at the extremely wet head of his cock with his thumb. For a moment he didn't think he was going to soften, but eventually as his breathing calmed, his erection flagged too.

Feeling a little dizzy, senses overwhelmed, Aziraphale sat up, noting that he needed to wash the come from his belly fur. It was time to leave the flowers and entrancing, mouth-watering fragrance behind, and head to the river. Getting to his legs a little unsteadily, Aziraphale started toward the river, head seeming somewhat clearer once he'd left and splashed some water on his face. Without actually going into the river, he cleaned himself up, and had a refreshing drink before making his way back home, pointedly not going past the yellow flowers, he'd had enough of that for one day, though he could still faintly smell them in the air, not to mention that it clung to him like perfume. Perhaps he should have bathed properly.

Crowley was in the clearing that their cabin was situated in when Aziraphale returned, his mate looked up at him with a smile, "Hullo, Angel."

"Hello, dear," Aziraphale greeted him, eyes raking up and down his mate's thin, toned form, from horns to tail, tongue dashing out from between his lips, wetting them.

"What did you get up to this morning? I thought that you were going to read, but you left your book here…" Crowley inquired, continuing with whatever it was he was doing, Aziraphale couldn't tear his eyes away from the love of his life long enough to figure out what that was though.

"I, uh, I caught scent of something delicious, and went to investigate," Aziraphale told him distractedly, feeling hot and hazy again.

"Oh? And what did you discover?"

"Flowers."

"Were they as delicious as they smelt?"

Crowley knew him so well, he was such a perfect mate, "Uh, yes, they were, better even…"

The next thing Aziraphale knew, Crowley had put down whatever it was that was in his hands and was coming toward him, "Mmm, I can tell, look how excited you are…want some help with that?" Crowley asked with a seductive little smirk, "You smell rather delicious as well, rolling around in the flowers too were we?"

Glancing down, Aziraphale realised that Crowley was correct, he was in fact hard and dripping again. Eyes wide, his cheeks heated up, what was wrong with him? He was usually a bit more frisky in the warmer months, but he was so full of desire just from looking at Crowley, which wasn't a new occurrence either, but it was rather intense that time, and he'd just come not long prior.

"No need to be embarrassed, sweetheart," Crowley assured him, fingers grasping at his hips, rubbing his thumbs in circles on the sensitive flesh, "lemme take care of you, yeah?"

Words getting stuck in his throat, Aziraphale simply nodded, and when Crowley suggested that they go inside, he nodded again. Crowley surprised him then by scooping him up bridal style, and carrying him into the cabin. Aziraphale curled his tail around Crowley's middle and buried his nose in his shoulder, scenting his mate, making him impossibly more turned on, and needy. Instinctually he scraped his elongated teeth up Crowley's slender neck, and then drew in the tender flesh, sucking on it, marking his mate as his.

Crowley growled quietly in his throat, and laid Aziraphale down in their nest just as he was about to make a secondary mark. Arms thrown around Crowley's neck, Aziraphale pulled him down on top of him, finding his mouth and kissing him feverishly while grinding his hips up against Crowley's.

"Mm, you, mm, taste even better than you smell," Crowley commented, tongue teasing at Aziraphale's lips and canines.

Feeling his mate's own growing interest against his was amazing, sparks of pleasure ignited throughout his body as the slick of their combined precome made the friction heavenly. Just as he was about to tangle their legs together though, Crowley moved, going lower on his body with kisses and nips, pausing at his chest to swirl his tongue around one of Aziraphale's stiff nubs. The action ripped a moan from Aziraphale's mouth, back arching up into the touch, one set of claws digging into a clump of moss lining the nest, while the other tangled in Crowley's lengthy auburn locks.

"Someone's worked up, flowers that good, hm?" Crowley teased with a sultry grin, and a flash of desire in his amber eyes.

"They were…" Aziraphale swallowed, breathing laboured as he momentarily lost his train of thought while Crowley settled himself between his legs, claws digging into the soft flesh of his fuzzy thighs pulling them further apart, "extraordinarily tasty," he finally finished, then whined needily immediately after due to Crowley's tongue trailing hotly up his wet cock.

"Shame," Crowley murmured, amused gaze flickering up to Aziraphale's face.

"Wh-what is?" he breathed, before shuddering over the way Crowley tongued at the slit of his cock.

"You're going to be finished before I even get started, beginning to think that maybe I should be jealous of these flowers…"

"Crowley, I-"

"Hush, Angel," Crowley laughed, "I'm just joking," he clarified, lightly stroking Aziraphale's profusely leaking cock. "Although…" he added with a raised eyebrow, and suddenly Aziraphale was alone in their nest, body aching to be touched, somehow too hot, but also cold where Crowley had been touching him.

"Crowley?!" he called after his mate, fretful and ludicrously horny.

Sitting up abruptly, Aziraphale was about to go after Crowley when he realised that he didn't need to, Crowley hadn't gone far, only a few steps away, squatting at some shelving and rummaging in something that Aziraphale couldn't see.

"Crowley?"

"Jus' a sec, Angel…" Crowley answered, tail tuft tapping on the floor, as he mumbled, "where is…aha!"

Reaching out with his tail for his mate as Crowley came back, Aziraphale noticed something small and black in Crowley's palm. Their tails intertwined, and Crowley knelt back between his legs, holding up the cylindrical object, it was one of Crowley's toys, something that they'd used before, a bullet he thought it was called.

"A little something to make you feel extra good, yeah?" Crowley offered, holding it up.

The toy was slightly thicker and longer than either of their fingers, and pleasant to touch, though Aziraphale had no idea what it was made from. Apparently it was supposed to vibrate, but Crowley had thought it best not to bring the power source – batteries – into the forest where he couldn't dispose of them safely. Instead they often used it as a precursor to other activities, it was quite useful since their claws prevented them from using their fingers for certain things.

"Yes, yes…please just touch me again," Aziraphale pleaded, desperate from the wait, his need continuing to rise, he might combust if Crowley didn't get a wriggle on soon.

"Patience, Angel, you know I'll take good care of you," Crowley soothed, leaning up to kiss Aziraphale again.

At the same time, Crowley's hand found his rock hard cock, but it wasn't just his hand, in his palm was the toy, and he rubbed it up the length of Aziraphale's overly wet length, collecting the slick. Aziraphale moaned into Crowley's mouth, hips wiggling, craving more than the light touches he was getting.

Only moments later one of his legs was being bent at the knee, and Crowley had pulled away, grazing his teeth against the soft side of Aziraphale's knee before kissing it. Usually Aziraphale enjoyed a bit of teasing and foreplay, the sensual touches, but he was at the point that he couldn't take much more of it. His cock ached, his head was fuzzy with lust, his entire body yearned to be touched by his mate, but if he wouldn't get on with it then Aziraphale would have to take matters into his own hands again, literally.

Aziraphale had hardly finished the thought when he threw his head back and moaned as he felt the firm slickness of the toy push against his hole and then penetrate him without preamble.

"So responsive," Crowley commented in a sultry tone.

He was, that was true on a normal day, but it wasn't a normal day, and Aziraphale felt as though every single part of his body was super sensitive, every brush of skin or fur lit up his nerves like lightning, and it had him panting and sweating. Thankfully sweet relief came in the form of the hot wet cavern of his mate's mouth, making him squirm, his lower half jerking up, trying to stuff himself into Crowley's mouth repeatedly. Crowley moaned around him, and Aziraphale howled with the pleasure it sent through his core.

All his focus going into reaching completion, Aziraphale didn't notice Crowley's hands slip beneath his buttocks and help to push Aziraphale up into his mouth with each thrust. His mate so did enjoy a good mouthful. So Aziraphale gave it to him, ass clenching around the toy as he did so, doubling his pleasure, and his eyes soon rolled back, already on the edge of orgasm.

Claw tips made dents in his ass cheeks while his own tightened their grip in Crowley's auburn hair on either side of his horns – when he'd put his hands there he wasn't sure – holding him right where he needed him. It was another moan from his mate followed by his throat convulsing around the head of his cock that made Aziraphale cry out skywards, and come dizzyingly hard into Crowley's willing mouth.

Eyes closed, his body went from taught to limp as soon as Crowley pulled his mouth free. Lying there in their nest chest heaving as he gulped down air, he felt Crowley lie down beside him, peppering his shoulder with loving kisses. That was when Aziraphale realised that while the searing flames of desire had been tampered down for now, they had not burnt out.

Poppycock.

Turning on his side to face Crowley, Aziraphale had intended to warn his mate about what he suspected was going on with him now that he'd caught his breath. It had to be the flowers – they had been too delicious – but then Crowley slipped a leg between his own, and he was rendered thoughtless for a good few seconds…long seconds…a minute even. He was only brought back out of his stupor by Crowley's voice, and a sudden burning need between his legs again – he also realised that the toy was still stretching him open, and that wasn't helping either.

"Not that I'm not enjoying this, but, um…"

"I know," Aziraphale grumbled, though it came out more of a moan, "this is the third time I've been hard today," he admitted, cheeks blazing as he fought to stop rutting against Crowley's thigh.

"Erm, are you…like in heat or something? Can that happen to us?" Crowley asked, kindly pressing his leg harder into Aziraphale's groin.

"Huhhnn…I don't know…but, oh, but I-I think it might've been the flowers I ate," he confessed, burying his face in Crowley's chest fur and breathing him in deeply.

"Ah, I see," he heard Crowley rumble. "Have you ever encountered something like this before?"

Remembering the toy inside of him as he clenched around it, Aziraphale felt suddenly desperate to be properly filled, with something bigger, thicker, hotter, and it took for him to look at Crowley's patiently imploring face to realise that he'd asked a question.

"No, no, never…never seen these flowers before either though," he puffed.

Crowley opened his mouth to say something else probably, but Aziraphale moved before sound left his throat, rolling them so that Crowley was forced onto his back, and Aziraphale straddled his hips. His tail flicked about restlessly around them as Crowley grinned up at him.

"You're deceptively good at that," he chuckled, fingertips and nails trailing up and down a soft waistline, "so, I guess we just need to wait for it to leave your system…wonder how long that'll take."

"I don't know," Aziraphale gulped, noting that his mate was fairly hard also. The sight sent him spiralling again, "Crowley…please…I need you," he took a steadying breath, "I need you inside me."

Crowley blinked at him, "Are you su-?"

"Crowley," Aziraphale growled impatiently, "Fuck. Me. Now."

Even though he watched Crowley's pupils dilate with lust, the fiend still teased him, "And here I thought you wanted me for more than just my body…"

Aziraphale was rapidly growing frustrated, so he decided to take what he wanted instead if Crowley was just going to muck about. Pulling the toy out was both relieving and devastating, and it only made him crave the real thing even more desperately. His tail thumped the floor of their nest agitatedly as he put the toy aside, but was immediately drawn back to the being underneath him as he felt something holding his tail tuft to the ground.

As it turned out, it was Crowley, the smirking fiend had his tail pinned with a single finger, their eyes locked, blue and amber, as they stared at each other.

Something played in the shadows of Crowley's gaze as he licked his lips, before dropping his voice low, "If you want it, then come get it…" and he removed his finger.

Aziraphale moved without thinking, his tail slithering up Crowley's lean arms and coiling around his wrists, pinning them above his head. His hand slipped between their bodies, going straight for Crowley's cock, stroking it to full hardness in a couple of jerks, and then positioning it between his ass cheeks, the hot tip slick and burning against his needy hole.

"Fuck," Crowley gasped as Aziraphale started to sink down onto him.

Once his lover's cockhead had breached him there was no hesitation, Aziraphale promptly seated himself in Crowley's lap, bottoming out with a guttural groan, nails digging into Crowley's chest fur.

"Who needs rope?" Crowley joked, a little breathless, but with a toothy, lustful smirk on his handsome face.

His hands fidgeted, testing Aziraphale's hold on his wrists as he spoke, but gave up when he realised he wasn't getting free. Instead, Crowley unexpectedly rolled his hips up, catching Aziraphale off guard, and making him clutch at Crowley to not fall from his lap. He'd meant to grab at Crowley's shoulders, but he fell forward and ended up with handfuls of strong, black horns instead, and that only served to excite Aziraphale further with the ideas that came to mind.

An eyebrow rose on Crowley's forehead as he rolled his hips again, though Aziraphale was prepared that time, so Crowley kept going with slow but powerful thrusts, "C'mon then, Angel, ride me…use me."

'Use me', gosh, Aziraphale would never had considered using someone during sex before meeting Crowley, but the love of his life had opened his eyes to many things, and allowed him to explore his desires, even ones that he hadn't known he'd had previously. Being used was certainly more of a Crowley thing than his, but that was not to say that he didn't enjoy it, he did, immensely, and with the pollen driving his desires the idea of using his mate to pleasure himself was irresistible, especially when Crowley had instructed him to do so.

Holding on tightly to Crowley's horns, tail firmly around his wrists, Aziraphale lifted himself up in Crowley's lap, and dropped himself back down as his mate thrust upwards. They made mutual cries of pleasure as their bodies collided, then again, and again, until Aziraphale had Crowley's hips pinned with his own, no longer able to push up, but completely held down as Aziraphale took his pleasure, rocking back and forth, grinding Crowley deep inside of himself. With the flames of lust coursing through him, hazing his mind, Aziraphale was driven solely by the need to come. Everything came down to the feeling of Crowley's cock rubbing inside of him, the tug of those thick horns in his hands as Crowley moved his head, and the sounds that his mate made as he used his cock to get off.

"Ngk!" Crowley's hips tried to buck under him as Aziraphale yanked his head back to where he wanted it via his horns.

The next moment a chain reaction happened, Crowley swiped his tongue across his lips, drawing the bottom one between his teeth, which caused Aziraphale to impulsively chase his mate's tongue into his mouth, capturing his lip with his own teeth. Crowley moaned into his mouth, and Aziraphale's entire being stuttered as the sensitive flesh of his engorged cock slid on Crowley's belly. The race to the end really begun then.

Hips snapping back and forth, gaining as much friction both inside of him and for his cock as possible, Aziraphale groaned gutturally, eyes closed, chest heaving with the labour of his breathing, "Crowley…ughhnn!"

"Hnn, fuck, fuck, keep going…" Crowley encouraged, sounding wrecked.

Aziraphale felt his body tighten, pleasure spiking to the highest heights, and with a final twist of his hips grounding down onto Crowley the sweet ecstasy of release flooded through him, and all over Crowley's chest fur with an almost animalistic cry. As his hands and tail loosened their grips, limbs going limp, he was distantly aware of his mate's body bucking underneath him, and then a wet warmth spill inside of him accompanied by Crowley's deep moan of pleasure.

He was sleepy after that, and snuggled into Crowley without a single thought given to moving or cleaning up first, he just needed to be close to his mate and rest a bit.

"Aziraphale?"

Already half asleep, Aziraphale didn't answer.

"Hey, you can't go to sleep…well not yet anyway, let me get us cleaned up, then you can nap," Crowley told him, and then jostled them, hot hands coming to persuade his body to move.

"Hmmnn," Aziraphale grumbled before yawning and allowing Crowley to guide him down to the nest.

Half dozing while Crowley did what he had to do, the moment that all of the movement stopped, and his mate was lying down next to him, Aziraphale was out like light, head buried in reddish brown fur, and purring softly to the scent of Crowley and sex.