Azure and Sage, two male dragonfly-like sprites−Epiproctans, are enjoying each other’s body in the dappled forest sunlight when they are snared by a troll and taken to his secret cave. In the cave the troll and his wife force the sprites to perform sex acts. The dazzling color spectacle that transpires as Azure and Sage reach orgasm stun the troll couple. To the disgust of the sprites, the trolls are turned on and copulate enthusiastically on the cave’s floor.
Because of the sexual fireworks, the troll decides that the sprite pair would be an excellent gift to Queen Lamia–the beautiful but evil ruler of the local countryside−in celebration of her birthday. He constructs an elaborate cage, keeping the Epiproctans separate until Lamia wants them to engage in sex. Lamia is enthralled by the pair and rewards the troll generously.
In the castle a pair of ebony Halflings, Ubu and Soti, guard Azure and Sage and inform them of the queen’s brutal behavior and true nature. Both couples are fodder for Lamia’s depravities and despair of ever being free of her clutches until the timid Azure secures the assistance of an enslaved female servant.
Like a pair of dragonflies preening for potential mates they circled each other, hovering, spiraling upwards into the bright sunshine then downwards into the forest shadows, rising and descending effortlessly in the midsummer afternoon zephyrs. Though the Epiproctans were only a foot in height they were still too heavy to soar very high or far with their delicate diaphanous wings; so they flittered around each other in the forest near their village in the glen, their silvery elongated torsos glittering as they travelled in and out of the warm dappled sunlight.
Leaving the glen violated tradition. A spell cast by the village elders to keep predators from entering the halcyon valley protected the edge of sparse forest on the border of the verdant vale. Beyond the boundary innumerable unknown dangers existed kept away by the magic. Inside the protected perimeter the Epiproctan nation lived in peace and prosperity. Organized in multi-generational families the populace was sympathetic to the rights of all citizens and did not discriminate on any basis to the point of sanctioning same sex relationships. The pair however, seeking to obtain some privacy from the prying eyes of family members, went for a stroll in the far reaches of the glen.
Once out of sight of the village, they touched, embraced, kissed, and ran their tiny hands over each other then separated and frolicked some more. The lively creatures were not easily concealed when they set down in the thick underbrush barely over the secure periphery even with their shimmering wings collapsed against their petite homosapien-like bodies. The texture of their wings matched the silkiness of the brief garments they wore. Like miniature togas, the gossamer material wrapped over one shoulder of each tiny creature and around their chests then tucked beneath both pairs of wings each had on his back, covering their midsections while leaving arms and legs bare. Their tiny feet were encased in leather sandals with long laces up to their knees.
Rising again then appearing and disappearing from each other’s view the spiral tightened until they met in the roots of an ancient oak tree deeper into the forest. Unfortunately for the duo the evil troglodyte Trõgein lived there. The stout hairy creature was more than five times the height and ten times the weight of either Epiproctan. The ugly ogre desired seclusion and didn’t take kindly to intruders.
Blissfully ignorant of their peril, Azure in an cerulean toga and Sage wearing a greenish gray one cavorted on a bed of moss clutching each other tightly kissing and tumbling around on the greenish brown softness. As their passion mounted their male organs engorged to almost implausible lengths and their wings became brighter, the colors intensifying from pastel shades to deep rich colors and spread out to include their bodies in addition to their wings, especially in their midsections, which became scarlet. Their hard members were clearly manifested in the folds of cloth. Hands roamed under the filmy togas to grasp the source of the crimson heat.
“What in Hades?” Sage blurted out as a net covered the two lovers. Trõgein was responsible. The more the sprites struggled the more they became entangled in the webbing until they were immobilized, allowing the troll to gather up the net and toss it, with the two scared Epiproctans struggling in its webbing, onto his bent-over back. In a rollicking gambol Trõgein headed for his cave deeper into the woods in the tangled roots of an even larger old tree. After tossing his captives into a locked closet he sat and, in his own limited fashion, pondered what to do with them.