Of Quarreling and Face Paint

The morning sun shined it’s light into a small pub that was practically empty aside from the two trolls sitting at a table in the corner. The trolls in question were Huskar, a warrior know for his ongoing vigor on the battlefield and Dazzle, a shadow priest that toyed with the line between life and death. Normally, with the history of the two, they’d be at each other’s throats for past transgressions of the shadow priest and their naturally clashing personalities, but Huskar was able to calm down to talk which surprised Dazzle of all people. He expected a trap of sorts only to receive a civil discussion with his cousin.

“I just want to stop fighting, cousin.”, Huskar said with sincerity wiping his face, getting war paint on his hand. A moment passed as the warrior proceeded to get rid off all the paint on his face. At this point Huskar was continuing a tradition he had been betrayed by, but ritual and routine made him put it on as usual. His usual energy went with the paint as Huskar’s face showed tiredness for the first time in a while.

“So, what? You don’t want to fight anymore? Not at all?”, Dazzle questioned. Still wary of the situation he was in, Dazzle wanted to make sure he fully understood what was going on with his relative.

Huskar chuckled. “Well, fighting on the battlefield will always boil my blood in the best way. I meant fighting with you, Dazzle.”

“…I do not like jokes that lower my guard.”

“I speak the truth; you know I’ve never been one to joke around. Besides, family should act like family.”, Huskar spoke with a small smile.

Dazzle took time to rattle that around his head, but ultimately he didn’t get it. “Trolls are supposed to have passion towards each other. You can’t just throw that away because you claim to be tired.”

“Then hate me all you want. I won’t reciprocate those feelings.”, Huskar finished as he got up from the table and walked away. Dazzle sat there stunned, he didn’t think it was possible for a troll to resist any sort of quarreling. Thinking things might have gone too far, Dazzle turned to stop his cousin, but he was already on his way out.

“Wait!”, Huskar had already left when Dazzle rushed out the door to grab his hand. “Sorry, you just took me by surprise. I accept your new attitude, however odd it is.”, Dazzle looked at Huskar, staring at the reborn troll before him, starstruck with the handsome bare face of the troll warrior. “Meet me at my camp. This new-found comraderie should be celebrated.” , and with that Dazzle trotted off with a chipper walk to his step. The usual troll bad blood had appeared to have settled for now with Dazzle given the chance to easily try something underhanded. Regardless of the past, Huskar wanted to believe that trolls don’t need be at each other necks to be in the same room.

Afternoon fell on a dwelling of sorts on a flat rock in a dusty dune where a large pot was stewing a vile concoction of sorts. Huskar came across this scene thinking he might be lost, but upon seeing Dazzle’s staff, the question of who this bubbling mess was for answered itself. Emerging from a tent nearby, Dazzle came out carrying lots of herbs, vegetables and chunks of meat when Huskar came into his vision. After throwing everything he had into the pot unprepared, the shadow priest led Huskar to sit down near the fire as he continued to work on the brew. Dazzle continued to cook with a trot in his step, stirring vigorously. The meal would take a while so Huskar took it upon himself to sharpen his spear. It was never that dull because his kills were swift and sudden, but routine maintenance was never a bad thing in Huskar’s mind. Though with little to nothing productive to do the warrior’s eye started to wander to Dazzle’s attire, namely his skirt. The purple cloth covered thin legs and hung from a slender waist, a waist that swayed back and forth in a rhythmic manner. A rhythmic manner that slowly slid the skirt down Dazzle’s waist just enough for Huskar to see that his cousin was wearing pink undergarments. At first the warrior just thought that Dazzle picked an odd color to dye his belongings until that he saw the material was a more gentle and lacy material. Huskar leaned in to get a closer look as the shadow priest readjusted his skirt to fit more properly. The idea that his cousin might be wearing female clothing just upset Huskar so he opted to talk about something to get his mind off of it.

“Hey, you remember when we were kids and we’d wrestle all day. Those were good times.”

“For you at least. Winning was in your favor back then. Being on top was your thing.”

“Yeah, but that was back in the day. Surely, if we went at it now you’d fair a smidgen of a chance.”, Dazzle scoffed quietly at his cousin words, because he knew that warrior body knock him to the floor in an instant. After the priest was satisfied with mixture in the pot, Dazzle covered it to boil turning to Huskar, who motioned to meet him away from the camp. It was clear that wrestling was going to happen. Regardless, Dazzle took a stance against Huskar to appease the warrior’s nostalgia.

The two trolls squared off, hands on guard as they circled around each other. Huskar and Dazzle stood their ground until they locked arms fiercely. With the slender and muscular arms struggled against the other, it was clear who would win. Huskar pushed Dazzle to stumble, sweeping his leg and knocking Dazzle flat on his back with Huskar placing a hand on Dazzle’s neck to signal his victory. After catching his breathe, the shadow priest got up defiantly against Huskar who stood up against him in turn. The trolls kept a sharp eye on each other when suddenly rushed forward. Huskar moved to grab, but Dazzle moved forward with his back to Huskar’s chest and rolled the warrior’s solid form over his back. After Huskar slammed into the ground, Dazzle sat on Huskar’s chest, holding his forearm across Huskar’s neck. As the two squared off yet again, their bodies ran strong with heated blood. New bruises that yet to form on the troll bodies sending vigorous pain through them, both tensing their forms against the mild hinderance. Blood pumped through the cousins as they squared off for the match point. With menacing glares and firm stances, the trolls eyed over every inch of the other. Huskar looked at the shadow priest’s slim form delicately moving around that managed to put him on the ground with it’s trickery. Dazzle leered at the warrior’s muscular body striding firmly with power that could easily overwhelm him. The two squared off for awhile, until Dazzle staggered for split second. Huskar took the chance and tackled Dazzle to the ground.

Dazzle layed down dazed on the floor, as Huskar’s mostly naked body pinned him to the ground. Their muscles pressed against each other, heartbeats heightened after the recent activity. When he came to, the shadow priest noticed that something was amiss. Huskar kept his torso on until he saw that Dazzle was fidgeting with his skirt. As the warrior looked down, he saw that Dazzle was trying to hide his erection in the lacy pink underwear he was wearing. The shadow priest’s skirt had slid down when he hit the floor and now was fully exposed. Dazzle froze when Huskar looked back at him, shutting his eyes in anticipation of a beating from his cousin, but was met with a nicer feeling on his crotch. The warrior pressed his boner through his loincloth against Dazzle’s firmness. Troll cousin erections throbbed against each other after the display of dominance. Before he realized, Huskar moved his hips back and forth slowly, rubbing their clothed dicks together. Weak grunts occurred as the trolls started to soil their underwear with precum. Dazzle squirmed with delight as Huskar’s feral tendencies made his hips work powerfully. Huskar’s body burned with lust as he rubbed cocks with his cousin. The shadow priest moaned louder and louder as he came inside of his panties, shaking slightly. Reveling in delight Dazzle was surprised to see that Huskar was still working himself over. Huskar seemed partially desperate as he continued to work his muscled bodied that was used to battle to achieve sexual release. Planting himself more firmly against Dazzle, Huskar thrusted against his cousin with raw power. Troll bodies rubbed against, sliding smoothly with sweat and ejaculate between them. With a strong thrust, Huskar came wildly, ejaculating multiple spurts of semen.

When Huskar finished, he tried to stand but was too spent and toppled to his back next to Dazzle. Both trolls layed back, spent from their family affair. Dazzle and Huskar looked at each other for a split second before, quickly looking into the sky. The awkward air hung between them until Huskar finally decided to speak. “So, uh. Don’t tell anybody about this.”

“Sure thing. Nobody would believe me anyway.”

“Right.”, Huskar remained quiet as he twiddled his thumbs, wanting to say something. “Well, if you want to do something like this in the future, I wouldn’t mind.”

“This was nice. Would be nice to do it again.”, Dazzle mentioned. After a moment the shadow priest held up a fist to Huskar and in response the warrior bumped his fist against Dazzle’s fist, in a sign of comraderie. As future relations were settled a savory scent wafted through the air. “Ah. Food’s ready. Let’s eat cousin.”

“Let’s sit here for a bit, alright?”, Dazzle lied back down at Huskar’s request with his arms at his side. The shadow priest lied down restlessly until the warrior’s hand slowly worked to touch his cousin. Dazzle rolled his eyes and grabbed Huskar’s hand. Troll hearts raced as they felt the embrace of the other. Troll blood, family ties and a new-found relationship in each other instilled a passion between the two that would take a lot to be broken.