one troll, he’ll do a card reading if you have a bio available for me to read, and clowns are ALWAYS a plus <3 ~ sprites by goddesstrolls (which highly rec for the total customization)

Usually he was a one at a time kind of troll, but Sibbyl didn’t argue when Jaafaa and Zealjn came by to his tent. At first it was just three trolls who got along over gambling, then it was Jaafaa untying his sash. Maybe he was at fault, for suggesting they tie him up- but why else would you wear a silk sash belt if you didn’t want it used against you? Sibbyl played coy at first, pretending he spilled something on his shirt when he slid it off- and Zealjn was a gentlemen, offering to take it. With his shirt gone, Jaafaa had his sash wrapped around his wrists, tied securely but with the careful hand of a juggler. 

Soon Sibbyl was sandwiched between two clowns. Zealjn behind him, his hands slipping under the waistband of his pants. His fingers stroked and curled around Sibbyl’s nook, warming him up with every gentle massage until he was just wet enough to slip his fingers in. While that was happening, Jaafaa had his tongue in Sibbyl’s mouth already, smearing facepaint between them that it was hard to say who had more of it on. But the ever impatient of the trio, Jaafaa had to pause just to shove his pants down enough for his already unsheathed bulge to curl out. He tugged Sibbyl’s bound hands close, feeding his bulge between his fingers before he went back to kissing him. 

Sibbyl let out a whine, turning to putty when Zealjn bit his neck. The rust tried to turn to kiss him, but didn’t get far as both clowns changed directions. Zealjn retracted his hands out and started to tug Sibbyl’s pants down while Jaa pulled his bulge out of Sibbyl’s grip. 

“Which hole do you want me?” Jaa asked, gripping Sibbyl’s chin. With drool and paint smeared over his mouth from their kiss, Sibbyl grinned at him and let his tongue hang out. Jaa nodded to Zeal, and the two of them sank to their knees and pushed Sibbyl between them.  He would blame how he shivered from how his body temperature ran hotter than purplebloods, but really standing on all fours completely naked with his nook getting prodded at was what made him whine. He didn’t get to think about it long, Jaa’s hand fisted his horn and tugged his head close to his bulge. Sibbyl let him guide his bulge in his mouth, pressing the tip to the roof of his mouth before it forced its way down his throat. He coughed, but he kept it cool up until Zeal took advantage of his position. His bulge slid into Sibbyl’s nook with no problem, not quite able to bottom out but damn if he wasn’t going to try. 

Zeal had his arms around his waist, holding tight enough to leave bruises while Sibbyl kept swallowing around Jaa’s bulge. He breathed through his nose, gulping air between every swallow. Slick and drool oozed from around his mouth, but being messy wasn’t a current problem. Not with praises his clowns cooed at him. 

Jaa came first, holding Sibbyl’s horns while he fucked his face. He tensed up, considering pulling away but Sibbyl tried to keep him close, knowing he would rather swallow then have his face and hair coated in cum. And for what it was worth, he only coughed a bit of cum up, spitting on the floor between them with a moan when he was next to go. With his mouth free, Zeal pulled him up, standing so he could bury his fingers in his nook next to the bulge inside him. Jaa took a second to catch his breath and still on his knees decided to return the favor by latching his mouth onto the tip of Sibbyl’s bulge. He didn’t last long before red mixed onto the floor with purple, and Zeal joined him, filling him up that he practically cried from the sensation. 

Spent out, and coated in slime, Sibbyl let Zeal manhandle the three of them so they laid on the floor in a sandwich. Sibbyl’s head on Jaa’s outreached arm while Zeal spooned Sibbyl and hooked his leg over enough that his foot touched Jaa. 

“Untie me,” Sibbyl requested with a low mumble, nuzzling Jaa. Zeal was the one who did it though with a sharp laugh. 

“Don’t want to stay our captive, Red?” 

“Not without your bulge still in me.”

“Next time,” 

“As if you’d last long enough,” Jaa countered, reaching out to touch Zeal’s shoulder.

> Now the reason Sibbyl hadn’t returned to the Circus was because he wanted to avoid anyone he knew while his bruises faded. So of course the Fates refused to let that happen. From seeing Darric covered in blue blood, he just had to run into the OTHER troll-eaters. More than that he didn’t want Teagan to ask, to rub it in he had a black eye.

> Sibbyl considered ignoring them when he saw them, but he accidentally locked eyes with Akhena, and unfortunately Sibbyl knew he was a very recognizable face, even without the full circus get up. 

> He waited for them to make the first move, pretending to check his phone- more messages he was planning on ignoring. 

> You thought about the way Teagan gave his best to explain what Darric was. How your questions just kept being “was he safe to be around.” It was sort of alarming to you how after seeing Darric’s face split open like a terrifying monster straight from a daymare, you still wanted to be around him. Why? He wasn’t anyone to you, just a person you knew. Sure he helped you out a few times, and he got your lusus a new leg... 

> Having left Teagan and Akhena’s hive to go back at your own hive, you realized you were still not ready to go back to the circus just yet. Even with makeup tips in place to hide the yellow bruises, you were anxious to return still so sore. And honestly, you sort of felt like you had some unfinished business.. with Darric. You didn’t like that you didn’t say anything to him when he bolted. But what did you even want to say at all?

> You think the clowns have ruined you, you OBVIOUSLY just didn’t like to be alone anymore.

> Your lusus was antsy anyway, so you tell yourself you’re taking him for a walk, a walk that you knew damn well he would lead you straight to Darric’s apartment. He even kept looking back at you, like he was making sure you followed. Rider knew where to do to the T, and soon you were at Darric’s doorstep, suddenly kind of nervous. What were you going to say? It wasn’t really like you to care about people, or make an effort. 

> Rider grew impatient with you standing there, trying to collect your thoughts, and bumped his antlers against the door to knock.

“[U]m... Darric?”

Let Sibbyl charm you, after all, it’s his job to flirt- eerrr read your fortune! If you’re lucky, he’ll even draw you a tarot card for a more in-depth analysis.

Anyone is welcomed, multiple reblogs. They do take me a minute to do, but yeah! It’s a judgement meme kinda day