#half troll

Mild panic set in. Fight of flight was battling for how you should react. You could answer him back. But that left you open to embarrassing yourself in front of one of your most favorite creators in the world. You could also ignore and save face. But that would make you an asshole after sending him that message! You then got an alert he followed you back! What was happening?

“It’s nothing.” You replied back.

“Not nothing. It helped me.”

What was going on? Were you actually talking to Malachite? “Then I’m glad it helped. Could I send you pictures of my cat? Maybe that would help?” You looked at your cat who was cleaning himself. Even he looked at you like you were crazy. But that was normal.

“I love cats!” Malachite replied with a heart emoji. “I can trade you cat pics.”

Your heart skipped several beats. “My cats’ name is Edgar. But I call him Pudding Butt.” You sent a picture of Edgar, your orange tabby who became fluffier along his back end.

“He’s so cute,” Malachite answered and sent a picture of his black cat Marley wearing a baseball cap. The only pictures Malachite ever posted were of his cats Marley and Scrooge. He never posted pictures of himself, stating he was shy and had been dealing with dysmorphia since he was a kid.

“I see you’re an artist,” he said as you were trying to take another picture of Edgar. You came to a complete stand still.

“Trying to be. Maybe. I’m not that great.”

“Are you kidding? Your work is awesome.”

This was really too much, you must be dreaming.

“Do you take commissions?”

‘Not today, Satan’, you thought to yourself as you stared into that message to try and break apart the true meaning within it.

“I’ve done a few here and there.” You answer him back with sweaty palms. “I don’t really have a price sheet made up yet.”

“I’ve been wanting a new icon, maybe a new banner. I think your artwork really suits. If you have time to take on that project, that is.”

Your chest squeezed so tight until your heart popped up into your throat. “Really? Me?”

“Yeah, I’m looking through your stuff and I think it’s awesome. Name your price.”

Easier said than done, you thought mockingly to yourself. “I’ll try to stay reasonable for you.”

“No. Don’t. Give me your price, it’s worth it.”

He’s so nice! There must be a flaw in him somewhere. That voice plus being sweet? He’s too good. “Okay. Think about what you want and I’ll figure out a price for you.”

“Thanks! I’m excited now.”

You smiled to yourself, selfishly hoping this wouldn’t be a once in a lifetime conversation.

You figured out prices for your commissions and shared them to Malachite once you were settled on them. Malachite’s started off with what you talked about before, and from there, he started commissioning your work more and more. He used them for his videos, to show off the characters he played, and more. You started getting commissions from other voice actors that ran in his circle.

After a while, you and Malachite were talking daily. You traded cat pictures, shared each other’s days, even beyond the working relationship you had built.

“Call me Rashi, by the way,” he told you one day. “That’s my real name.”

Your heart flopped around for a moment. “Rashi, hello!”

He sent a few emojis to show his shyness and happiness. “I figured, since we’re friends now, you should know my name.”

Friends? Really? “Well, you know mine, it’s only fair,” you teased him. The two of you traded phone numbers later, although you were too nervous to actually call him, you did text more frequently. You got his address to send him a care package, he sent you back a cute plushie in return. This went on and on for a while, and it was wonderful.

“You never talk about your boyfriend,” Rashi said one day.

“What’s to talk about? He doesn’t exist,” you answer back.

“Oh, your girlfriend then.”

Something was up. Rashi was poking around for something. “What makes you think I’m dating?”

“You’re just so great, I can’t imagine you being single.” His little message shot you right through the heart for several reasons.

“I’m single. What about you? Do you have a girlfriend or boyfriend you never talk about? Because you’re pretty great too.”

“We’re in the same club it seems.”

You settled back in your chair as you tried to plot how to move through this minefield. Was he aiming for something, or was he just making conversation because he was bored? You didn’t even consider this could be flirting. “Shocking. I thought for sure you would be claimed.”

“Nah, my brothers get all the good ones.”

You knew he had three older brothers he lived with. Could they all be as good as Rashi? “Do you hunt in a pack?”

Rashi sent a laughing face. “Well, I am the youngest and the smallest. Not to mention I’m their half brother.”

You didn’t know this. “So there’s only half of you?”

“I wish it was that easy. Nah, different dads.”

This was news! “They aren’t mean are they?” You asked out of concern.

“Not since we were kids. We’re all pretty close now. It’s a long story.”

“Most family stories are.” You felt there would be a lull here but Rashi replied quite quickly.

“So being single. How is it for you?” Rashi asked.

“Not awful,” you responded.

“Not looking for anything?”

“I’m trying to find a new roommate,” you replied. “My current one is moving out with their boyfriend, and I’ll need someone ASAP to fill their spot. I can’t afford this place by myself, and I really don’t want to move out at all.”

“I’ve been thinking about moving, and you’re much closer to the studio I’ve been applying to than I am.”

Your heart stopped. In fact, time came to a stand still. Before you knew it Rashi was going to move in. Everything was agreed upon and the moving was planned.

“I hate selfies, but I figured you should know what I looked like before I moved in.” Rashi messaged one night. He sent a picture of him holding Scrooge, his other black cat. He matched his malachite moniker in color. He had long dark hair, long sharp ears, and eyes that were as bright as amber. “I’m half orc and half troll,” he said. “That’s why I look weird.”

Not weird, you thought, very handsome. “Don’t say that! I wasn’t even thinking it.”

“Yeah well, I won’t be cute like the roommate.” His comment flew right over your head.

Time moved forward far too quickly after that. Between work and everything, it felt like a blur. Before you could register it, you were opening the door as the moving truck pulled up. Rashi stepped out of the truck with a cat carrier in his hand. He was so tall, it took you a moment to take him all in. It was a surreal moment. You had started out as Rashi’s fan, but now he was your roommate!

Rashi looked at you, taking a step back in surprise. He then smiled, his long tusks curled outwards slightly, hiding how big it was. You went to help him bring things in and showed him to his room.

“Can I have a hug?” He asked shyly. “First meeting and all.” Hearing his voice in person made your spine tingle. You had forgotten you would be hearing it everyday when you started planning this.

“Oh, sure. Sorry, I’m nervous!” You chuckled.

Rashi bent down, putting his arms tightly around you. Everything about him was great! His voice, his body, his hugs! You weren’t sure you’d make it. “I am too,” he replied.

The movers brought in his things, and after getting everything situated, you ordered takeout for dinner. The cats were luckily getting along, although Edgar was territorial of your room in particular. The three ended up snuggling in the cat tower Rashi brought by the end of the night.

“Boy, I’m tired,” Rashi huffed.

“I bet.” You were still nervous, even though you’d spent the whole day together. “I’ve got work in the morning. So just make yourself at home. I mean...it is your home, so you just-” You took a drink to cover your word vomit.

Rashi chuckled. “I’m hoping to hear back from that studio soon. Now that I’m closer and can do in person interviews, I probably have a better chance.”

“I’m surprised people aren’t fighting over you.”

Rashi chuckled, those bright amber eyes falling upon you in such a way your body responded. You wanted to move closer as if that’s what he was beckoning. “It’s a lot more competitive than that.”

“I see.” You took a bite of food. Hopefully, you'll get used to him.

Some time had passed and things were starting to settle. You were less nervous around Rashi, and the two of you were getting comfortable with one another. You even cuddled on the sofa the other day watching a movie.

You came home one day and found Rashi in the kitchen with his head upon the table. “What's wrong?” You quickly set your things down and approached him.

“Long day,” he huffed.

You rubbed his back. “What happened?”

He sat up and shook his head. “I’ve got a try out for this game that the studio is producing,” he huffed. “But it’s just-”

You hugged him in celebration. “That’s great! What kind of game?”

Rashi grimaced.

Your brow furrowed. “Rashi?”

“It’s an erotic game,” he grumbled. He rubbed the back of his neck, casting his gaze away shyly. “I’ve never...really done anything like that.”

“Oh!” You cupped your hand around your mouth.

“I’d be playing a really important character in the game. Lots of lines, tons of work,” he huffed. “But I dunno. I’ve never really felt like I could be...sexy.”

“Hold on a minute.” You wouldn’t let this stand. “You don’t think you can be sexy?” You gave him a warning look. “You have the sexiest voice I’ve ever heard.”

His shy gaze turned back to you. “I suppose. I just don’t think I can play that. At least not-” He frowned. “Some of the lines in the game, I’m not sure I can do it.”

“How so?”

“They’re uhm...it’s erotic so…” He gulped.

“Do you have a script or anything?” You asked. “Maybe you can try running a few lines with me.”

“Not with you!” He blurted. The two of you then stared back and forth at each other in shock. The tips of Rashi’s ears grew darker and he shook his head. “I couldn’t say those things to you! It’s too...much.”

You tried to smile reassuringly at him. “I want to help you. I know you’re reading from a script, it won’t bother me.”

Rashi huffed and took the script from his bag. You sat down across from him, wanting to play the role of supportive friend and roommate. Rashi flipped a few pages, clearing his throat as his eyes parted over the lines. He rubbed the back of his neck, skirting around starting.

“I can’t stand this longing anymore, princess. I am trying to keep myself cool, to keep my mind at ease. But I am afraid I am a man and a foul beast. I long for you, I ache for you. I confess that the thought of you makes my cock throb with desire. Seeing you naked the other night, I fear the beast in me is growing too strong. My thoughts of you have grown from innocent daydreams to something illicit. Tell me to stop and I will go. Make me leave. I beg you.” He clears his throat and looks at you shyly. Your face was red and your belly was filled with butterflies. That was far more than you expected, and he was so good.

“Well uhm...th-then the player can decide what to do. They can make him leave or stay.” His eyes kept darting to and away from you.

“Okay,” you murmured. “Well, what does he say if the player asks him to stay.”

“It’s...a lot.” Rashi bit his lip.

You played with your hair, tucking it back then pulling it over your shoulder. “You’re doing really well. How about just a little more?”

Rashi nodded. “Sure. Okay uhm-” He flicked the script as if to shake the words. “Princess, this is dangerous. You want me to stay after what I just confessed to you? Are you aroused by what I said?” His eyes look up to you. “Do you want me to share my dreams with you?” He swallows. “Player can answer yes or no.”

“Yes,” you said without a beat.

Rashi glanced back to the page. “You’re much more bold that I gave you credit for, my princess. Although I am relieved to know that, I cannot help but wonder what you think as well. I doubt you are as perverted as I am, as I think of you so often. I find I can barely think of anything else. I wish to kiss you, not just on your sweet lips, but below where you grow wet at my touch. My cock throbs at the idea of your soft, wet loins. I picture my seed inside you and I grow ravenous and wild. But it is the thought of making you come that drives me most wild. I want to see you break for me, to scream my name as I drive madly into you. Your body wracked with pleasure and all because of me. My cock and my hands all working to-to-” Rashi sputtered and placed his hand around his face.

“Wow,” you breathed. “That was-”

“A lot, I know.” Rashi rubbed his cheek. “The game really pushes some buttons.” he kept his eyes averted from you.

“I meant you,” you began shyly. “You’re uhm...very convincing.”

Rashi bit his lip, still keeping his eyes away. “You think so?”

“You didn’t sound nervous or unsure of yourself to me. In fact, I almost believe it,” you chuckled. “You’ve got a gift!”

Rashi’s eyes finally fell upon you. “You liked it?”

You fidgeted in your seat, having gotten aroused during his read through. “I really love your voice. You could read me the phone book and I would enjoy it.”

Rashi’s smile was small and soft. “Would you like me to read some more then?” He asked.

Your panties had grown a wet spot. Anymore and he might make you overflow. “Do you want to?”

“Maybe in the living room so we can get comfortable,” he suggested. “Then you can read some of the player’s lines back to me.”

“Okay.” You followed him to the sofa where you sat close together. He flipped a few pages to another scene and cleared his throat.

“What are you doing here? These quarters are private. It’s dangerous for you to be down here alone, princess. Who knows what could happen to you.” Rashi pointed to a line for you.

You swallowed but your voice still warbled as you read. “I was scared and needed to see you.”

“That’s still no reason to come here. You're shivering, come close to me.” As he read this Rashi put his arm around you. “You poor thing, you’re so cold. Let me warm you up.”

“Your hands are so warm,” you read from the page.

“Is that what you wanted, princess? For me to touch you again?” Rashi’s voice was right in your ear. “Tell me what would you like?”

There were options on the page, one to just be held, and another to be kissed. You swallowed and rather than speak you pointed to your answer. Rashi’s arm tightened around you and you placed your hand upon his leg.

“I will gladly give you as many kisses as you desire, my princess. But-” Rashi’s voice trailed off. You looked up at him, seeing his eyes were upon you. You closed your eyes feeling his lips brushed against yours. His tusks caressed your skin and his hands pulled you in closer.  The script fell to the floor and you both forgot completely about it. Your kisses became more intense, your hands began to explore.

“Wait, wait, wait-” Rashi pulled back. “I didn’t mean to uhm-”

You sat up off the sofa and held your hand out to him. “The sofa is too small.”

He stared at your hand before taking it, following you quietly into your bedroom. You laid down together, kissing and slowly removing your clothes. His moans tickled your skin, trickling down your spine and into your belly.

“I’ve chickened out so many times,” Rashi breathed. “I can’t believe this is happening?”

You pressed your palm to his chest. “Really?”

Rashi nodded. “I’ve liked you for so long, but I never felt confident enough to act on it.” He kissed your forehead and cheek.

You kissed him, pulling him on top of you. His body was so long and big, while you were small and soft in comparison. You felt him against your thigh, slightly pulsing. You touched him, trailing your fingers down his shaft.

“Careful,” he growled into your ear.

You moaned, wanting to hear him speak more. “I love your voice so much.”

He laughed nervously. “Is that all?”

You shook your head. “I think you’re cute and sexy.” You start stroking his cock slowly. “You’re sweet too, which just drives me crazy. You’re almost perfect.”

“Shh-” he hushed you. “You’ll drive me crazy.” His hand moved down and his long fingers pressed between your thighs. “Holy shit you’re so wet!”

You chuckled nervously. “Rashi-”

“Don’t moan like that,” he breathed. “You feel so good right now.” His fingers slipped up and down, touching your clit gently. “Oh fuck-” he growled.

“It’s okay if you want to uhm-” You opened your legs more and guided his cock between them. “We can...I mean-”

Rashi’s eyes sparkled. “You sure?”

You nodded. “If you want.”

“I want to so bad. But I’ve never been that lucky.” He raised up slightly, placing himself between your legs which you wrapped around him. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.

You touched his face lovingly. “So are you.”

Rashi kissed you, lifting your hips with his hands as he pressed into you. You moaned against his lips, crying out softly at the first pulse. He growled deep in his chest, letting it out to a full moan inside your ear.

“You’re going to make me come,” he whimpered. You shivered all over at his words. “Your sweet little pussy is too good.”

‘Holy shit that’s hot,’ you thought to yourself.

Rashi thrust hard inside, lingering there a moment as he growled again. “Princess, my princess,” he sighed into your ear.

“Rashi,” you whimpered. You clung to his back, gripping tight to let him know you wanted more. “You’re driving me wild!”

“Good,” he grunted. He thrust hard again. “I want you to feel it.” He started tapping your clit with one of his fingers. “You’re trembling.”

You were losing your focus, unable to think about anything except his touch. You held in your breath as he started moving faster.

“You’re making me weak,” he moaned. “Your body, your expression, it’s driving me. I want to make you come, my princess.”

How dare he do this to you? Not only does he feel good, but he’s talking like this? How was he so nervous before reading that script? He turned your head, making you gaze up at him. He was so sexy it was almost unbearable. You’re trembling became quivers that quaked from your core. Rashi’s thrusts were becoming more directed, more powerful. Your back arched off the bed, your fingers sunk into his flesh.

“Come for me,” Rashi snarled into your ear. “I want to feel you come for me, my princess. It’s so sweet...so good. Come. Come.” He urged you with that deep, rumbling voice of his. It drove you forward, making you cry out loud enough you heard the cats start yowling.

“Yes! There, there, there-” Rashi crowed in triumph. “Good princess, so good. Your sweet pussy...fuck!” he went harder again. “I’m gonna come.” Those words made you even more breathless than your orgasm. “You’re making me come! Oh my princess-” His voice tightened and became strained. He thrusted harder and harder and suddenly stilled. His long deep moan filled your ear, took over your senses, and ended your life as you knew it.

Rashi lay on top of you in your arms. His long hair was draped along the pillow behind you. His breathing was slow and deep. You moaned softly as you senses returned and you tightened your embrace around him.

“I don’t know what came over me,” Rashi murmured shyly.

“Me neither.” You kissed his shoulder and neck.

Rashi propped up, looking apologetically at you. You smiled, making him smile in return. “I really went about this the wrong way,” he murmured. “I should have asked you out first.”