Homestuck futa fics

Part 2

 

 

 

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HEAT

 

 

[Nepeta and Jade are schoolgirls, and also dating, and also Nepeta has a bone bulge. I experimented with the concept of Nepeta being in heat, since she does often purrtend to be a cat. Contains both oral sex and sex from behind. Written for a friend.]

 

“Again?” Jade asks, shooting her girlfriend an incredulous glance. Nobody else in the school would notice it offhand, but having dated her for a year, Jade can clearly recognize the bump beneath Nepeta’s skirt. “But we already did it twice, this morning!”

 

Nepeta nods, embarrassed. “You know what I’m like when I’m in heat, mrrrh…”

 

Jade looks around, and checks her watch. “Well, we’ve got time before next class, so c’mon, I’ll help you out!”

 

The two of them slip away to one of the building’s unused storage rooms. It is chock full of exercise mats and not much else – the perfect hideaway for horny teens in the middle of the school day. The glow from Jade’s cellphone is all the light they need as they position themselves, Nepeta propped up on a stack of mats and Jade down on her knees. Nepeta hikes up her skirt to reveal her bulge, throbbing and painfully erect, straining against the soft fabric of her panties. Jade frees it and it twitches happily, and she leans down to give it a kiss.

 

“Aw, poor little guy, stuck under your clothes for so long…you really need to get off, don’t you?”

 

Nepeta mewls loudly in assent, and her hips buck upwards.

 

“Nnyann…Jaaade…please suck it…”

 

Jade does as instructed, leaning over to swallow it up with her lips. Nepeta is hot inside her mouth as she rolls her tongue around the tip, licking up the already thick droplets of precum. She pulls away with a pop to dot the head with kisses, and lick all the way up from the underside, and then she is upon it again, bobbing her head and sucking. Nepeta cannot control herself, claws sinking into the mats as she rolls her hips forward, forcing her cock down Jade’s throat. Jade splutters but is not deterred, continuing to bob and suck and run her tongue all along it, lapping at the little olive rivulets that come dripping down the shaft.

 

Time passes indeterminately, Nepeta bucking and thrusting her hips forwards, trying to restrain herself as Jade sucks her off. Eventually the pressure in her groin is too much to bear and she mewls again.

 

“I’m going to…mrrhhh…going to come…”

 

“Do it!” Jade says with a grin, stroking the shaft. “Pump it all down my throat, okay?” Nepeta nods frantically, overjoyed at the prospect.

 

Jade takes a big gulp of air and then Nepeta is upon her. Nepeta’s cock, stained olive and throbbing, about to burst, slowly slides it’s way down Jade’s throat. Nepeta jiggles her hips, feeling Jade’s mouth squeeze down on her cock, and then an animalistic heat overwhelms her and her olive cum explodes from the tip. She pours wave after sloppy wave down Jade’s throat, shaking her hips as she orgasms, and only pulls away when she’s emptied every last drop. Jade splutters and swallows, but comes up smiling.

 

“There, now are you ready to get back to…class…”

 

Jade’s voice dies out as she looks down at Nepeta’s still hard, still throbbing bulge. Nepeta shrugs, sheepishly.

 

“One round isn’t enough, not fur this kind of heat…”

 

“Well fine, but just one more fuck, okay?” Jade crawls onto one of the mats and lifts her skirt, sliding her panties down just enough to expose her rump. She wiggles her ass and smiles, and asks in an attempt at a sultry tone, “How’s the pussycat feel about my pussy?”

 

“Beautyifful…” Nepeta growls, and in one fluid motion she pounces on Jade and slams down into her, sheathing herself. Jade moans and gasps for breath but is given no quarter as Nepeta immediately sets to work, cock sliding back and forth, delighting in the feeling…Jade is wet, hot, and tight, and Nepeta feels like her pussy is drawing her in, begging for more…

 

Nepeta slams Jade against the mat, kissing and nipping at her neck, hands groping and squeezing down on her breasts, humping her…her cock throbs, hot, so very hot, boiling over, and next she knows it is exploding again, and she is pumping wave after wave of cum into Jade’s wonderful pussy, but still she is rock hard and raring to go, and Jade hasn’t climaxed yet, so she decides it is time for round three…

 

Lost to the heat, and the haze and smell of sex, the sound of her body slapping against Jade’s, and Jade’s moans when she cums, and cums again soon after, round three quickly gives way to a round four, and only then are Nepeta’s urges finally sated. They lie against the wall, panting, chests and thighs splattered olive. Jade checks her watch, and they find that they’ve already missed half their class, so they decide to stay in the storage room together, chatting and cuddling…and by the time they must leave, Nepeta’s bulge is perked up and twitching once again.

 

“Round five?” Nepeta asks, embarrassed.

 

Jade kneels down and gets ready for another blowjob. “I’m going to fail school because of you…” she murmurs, and then she starts to suck.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Your name is MEENAH PEIXES and you have to admit, blowing the everglubbing fuck out of all your friends with a bomb provided to you by horrible tentacle monsters has been pretty much nothing but perks so far.  The dreambubble, or whatever the shit it is, is actually pretty swank, a copy of your old digs on the moon right down to the wallpaper.  You would never admit it, but it feels good to be home again.  Damn good.  (Dam?  River puns are borderline.)

 

It also feels good to have Serket still hanging around, though you’d sooner admit to the home thing.  After the weird-ass pink aliens vanished along with Nubs McShouty, Glowstick and Blind Girl, she’d just kind of stuck around.  Pretty soon you were digging in the fridge for a snack, and it’d felt natural to offer her some too.  She’d spent a few minutes kind of twiddling her thumbs before asking if you were sure.  What, like you could say no to that blush of hers?  So yeah, you caved.  And then suddenly it was four hours later and getting brighter outside, and she was covering her prissy lipsticked yawn with a prissy delicate hand, and you caved again to spare her having to ask.

 

Now she’s passed out on one of the couches, sleeping quietly, her glasses folded up on the armrest.  She looks different with her mouth closed, you reflect, tossing a blanket you keep lying around over her.  She stirs, shifting a little, but then she’s right back out.  She’d pretty much chewed your hear fins off over dinner, so maybe all the talking had tired her out, though it sure as hell never seemed to during the game.  She’ll probably stay put, so you get up, turn off the light, and head into your own room.

 

Man.   Even ignoring all the freaky time shit Serket was talking about (and ignoring what she says is kind of your default), it’s been a long fucking day, and you can’t deny it feels good to kick your shoes off and flop backwards into your good old husktop chair.  (The real one got itself used as a club by an ogre at some point, and that shit hurt; you still haven’t forgiven it just yet, but the soft padding supporting – hell, practically cradling – your ass and back is definitely earning it some points back.)  You relax for the first time in what feels like ages, closing your eyes and lying back to hook some well-deserved Zs.

 

…Nnnnope.  Nope, fuck that.  Your eyes are open again before the count of five and you’re vertical again by six, bouncing on the balls of your feet.  Your body’s thrumming with energy, and you wander around your room in tight circles, drumming your fingers against your upper arm hard enough to sting.  For whatever reason, it’s obvious you’re not getting to sleep anytime soon, so you start casting about for other things to do.  Going on your husktop would probably be pointless, and Serket’s asleep in the game room… you sit back down in your chair, frowning.  And then a thought suddenly occurs to you, and a slow smile spreads across your face.

 

You go about it slowly, taking your time, making sure you consider every motion and placement of limb.  Back straight, yup; legs crossed one over the other, done as slowly as possible.  (Your arms need work, since they’re just kinda draped on the armrests right now, but it’s a work in progress.)  When you’re finally satisfied, you thrust your chest forward, chin up, and let out your best evil laugh.  Fuck yeah.  That’s right, beaches.  Kneel before Her Imperious Fucking Condescension.

 

You still can’t help but kick your feet in excitement as you think back to Serket’s story.  It’s been hours and her descriptions are still fresh in your mind, which, shit, never happens when she tells you stuff.  But this… this is different.  Yeah, death and violence and shit, whatever, humans and flooded planets and 8lah 8lah 8lah.  More important, you did stuff.  Cool stuff!  Like stealing psychic powers from lowbloods and killing Megido’s smug spooky ass (okay, a second time) and turning into the Black Queen!  You kick your feet a bit more, wiggling in your seat.  Just imagining her – yourself! – in that skintight suit, just fucking dripping with gold, hair cascading down your back, people bowing down before you… while you revel in the stories, before you know it, your hands are sliding under the hem of your shirt.

 

Like you said, it’s been a long fucking day, and man do you need this.  Your body reacts almost immediately to your fingers sliding across your stomach, and you smile.  You push your bra up – useless fucking piece of cloth, you’re nine sweeps old and barely have anything to support – and palm one of your breasts, pulling and flicking your nipple.  You don’t play around, never have, and the rough treatment, always just dancing along the line of pain, sends shivers radiating across your body.  Your left hand casually falls to your waistband and rests there, your fingers atop your seedflap through your jeans.  You start to rub idly – slowly, slowly.  No need to rush.  Except your bulge is already starting to extrude, the tip sliding through the sensitive folds of skin at its own damn pace, like usual.  You slip your hand into your panties and spread your hand around your seedflap, nice and tight – you make your bulge fight for its freedom, pushing rough against your fingers.  You rub the tip hard between your fingers, pinching it like your nipple, and can’t help but suck in a breath as the little purple nub twitches at your touch.

 

Without meaning to, your thoughts return to Serket’s stories, and after a moment you close your eyes, feeling a weird little kick in your chest.  It doesn’t take any effort at all to imagine her, a tall, lithe female troll in the full flush of her adulthood.  She’s tall – damn tall, like seven feet tall – and her horns are another two feet on top of that, arcing from the top of her skull smoother than the yellow-haired kid with the sick lenses.  She’s fucking beautiful, too – her face is so, so familiar, but it’s sharper and older and cooler than yours, and her eyes are pure purple and she arches an eyebrow at you.  A single perfect eyebrow.  You feel your bulge pulse under your hand, and it slides out a bit more, wriggling gently against your palm, and she smiles, as if she knows exactly what the expression does to you.

 

She doesn’t say anything, but spreads her arms as if presenting herself, almost inviting you to study her body as much as you like – and boy, do you like.  The suit is definitely skintight, and she fills it out a lot better than you would; her breasts strain against the clinging fabric, so tight it’s practically painted on.  She runs her hands across her chest, displaying the shifting of her soft flesh under the latex, and you savagely pull on your nipple, digging your fingers into your own modest breast.  She looks amused at that and turns to the side, pressing her chest out as she slides her hands down her chest and stomach.  Her nipples are clearly visible and clearly erect, and you know just what that would feel like – your aching nipples stretching latex as you arched your back, rubbing and pressing against the sensitive little nubs as your breasts swung heavy with every motion.  “Ah, fuck,” you grunt, the first words you’ve said in over an hour, and the vision of her smiles indulgently.  She turns around slowly – your eyes trace the lines of her, the curve of her back and her hip, and she’s combing her long black hair through her fingers, pulling it aside, giving you tantalizing glimpses of even more curves hidden behind the rich dark curtain.

 

The fluted curves of her hips and lower back are a natural extension of the curves of the long muscles of her sides and her heavy breasts, and the round firmness of her ass is an extension of those.  (This is how you would describe it if you were Aranea, but since you are not, you can only marvel.  Older you has got junk in her tacklebox!)  The suit fits as snugly here as it did above, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination - muscle moves under her skin as she shifts her weight, and all too soon she lets her hair fall back into place.  She turns around to face you again, the amusement in her eyes made smoky by the pleasure of showing herself off.  Her thighs are toned and shapely, leaving a small window of space below her bone bulge that practically invites your hand; you move past your own bulge and stroke the lips of your nook, imagining the warmth of her entrance as you force your fingers inside, stretching purple-stained latex up into the molten heat of her.  Her bulge is peeking from her seedflap like yours, clearly outlined in her suit as she steps a bit closer.  You unzip your pants and nearly rip them from your body, pulling your panties down to your ankles, and tease your own tip, tangling fingers in the carefully questing tendrils that begin extending as your bulge slides free of your body with a soft sound.  You’re fully extended in an instant, the multiple fronds of your bulge curling and writhing against each other and your hands as you stroke them, and you look to her.  I’ll show you mine…?

 

But no.  She smiles coyly and nods, a slow, almost gauging nod that somehow feels like approval.  Suddenly she’s right in front of you, and she seizes the base of your bulge with an iron grip.  You cry out softly and squeeze harder, trying to match real sensation to fantasy, but the pressure is building up too fast to hold back as she runs her hand up and down your shaft, moving with the quick and easy confidence of long, long practice and ultimate familiarity.  You look up at her, swallowing hard, as you screw your eyes shut tighter, feeling pressure building in your hips.  “Glubbin’ hell, oh shit,” you manage, leaning forward against her chest.  It’s just as soft as you’d imagined, and you quest around blindly with your tongue, looking for a nipple to suckle.  Instead, a warm hand – stained lightly purple, your purple, her purple – touches your check and pushes your chin upward.  Your face is inches from hers, and you can smell her breath.  It smells like your favorite cherry candy, and when she kisses you, hard, harder than you’ve ever kissed anyone, she tastes like it too.  And then she’s gone.

 

“Oh, fuck,” you moan, opening your eyes and squinting against the light.  One hand is tangled in your bulge, stroking it hard and quickly, and the other is on your lips, your fingertips pressed there as if you could capture the feeling of her mouth on yours if you held it in place.  As it fades, though, you stop pumping – hovering on the edge of something huge, your fingers slick and pre-cum dripping to your skinny boy hips – and ride the near-orgasm for a heaven of full seconds, paralyzed to keep from tipping over the ledge.  After a few moments, it’s safe to move again, and you extract your hand carefully, twitching at the sensation.  You flop back in your chair and take a moment to think.

 

You’ve never been one for rules or what society considers normal.  (Nearby, relatively speaking, and at exactly that moment, relatively speaking, a forsaken Prince submits his own entry for UNDERSTATEMENT OF THE FUCKING SWEEP.  Judging remains deadlocked.)  Observe the runaway princess, abandoning her duties in favor of rattails, buzzed hair, ripped jeans, piercings.  Even so, and even with rebellion itself having acquired its own special sexy kind of allure for you, there’s a part of you that wonders if it’s alright to want to fuck out the brains of someone who is, in fact, technically you.  On the other hand, she’s emphatically not you - you can almost feel her breasts under your hands, soft and heavy and hot, her hips and rear, the shape of a mature woman, sliding smooth as silk against your body.  And anyway, where’s there a rule against fucking yourself?  You give your bulge another long, slow rub, and your hips buck up.  That’s one rule you’ve broken a thousand times already, and one you’re gonna break again and again.

 

You decide that if you’re gonna do this, you’re gonna do it properly.  Your shirt joins the small pile of clothes by your feet, and you sling your bra in some direction or another.  You’ll find that fucker later, if you even feel like bothering.  The bucket’s exactly where it always is under the desk, and you snag it with a toe, pulling it closer.  Then you lean back in your chair, stretching out slow, digging the heel of your hand into your bulge with the roll of your hips.  Your tendrils wrap your hand up nice and tight, twisting around your wrist and fingers and coating your hand in slick purple, and you let out a short breath.  Now then… you were saying something about touching.

 

Details begin to float around your mind as you idly slip a finger into your nook, the digit sliding easily between the wet folds.  Your bulge is staying active instead of just wrapping like it usually does, four or five tendrils wiggling and questing around your forearm, and you roll your hips again, slipping a second finger inside yourself as your hips come up.  This one goes in easy too, and you brush lightly against your shame globes.  They’re more sensitive than you’d expected, and your body twitches, drawing an involuntary gasp from you.  Then, deeper; your nook is almost sopping now and your fingers meet only soft, hot, yielding resistance as you slip them in to the second knuckle.  When you pull back, they slip from you with a quiet, wet sound, and your bulge pulses as you slam them back in.  Your globes shiver as you stroke them, running your fingertips down your soft inner walls for as long as you can before the sensation gets too much, and you throw your head back into the padded back of your chair, reclining further.

 

Your thoughts turn again to the Condesce, and there she is again before you, stretched out on a reclining couch.  You recognize the room – the little moonroom off the royal suite – and feel a little thrill as you realize you’ve probably used that same exact couch.  For the same exact purpose.  The Condesce has obviously just come from the bath: her hair is shiny and sleek, falling over the edge of the couch in a pitch-black waterfall to spread across the floor, and she’s wearing one of the soft terrycloth robes the bath attendants always liked to force on you.  It sticks to her damp body in places and gaps open in others, and a generous amount of cleavage is exposed by the lazy way the robe is belted, falling open nearly to her stomach.  Her breasts look bigger unsupported, and they roll  from side to side under the fabric as she shifts and gets comfortable.  Soon, she pulls one side of her robe open, exposing her dark purple nipple.  She rubs idly at the nub, and you can almost see it harden under her long, graceful fingers.  Her long legs are bare, and she stretches, pointing her toes elegantly at the first little ripples of pleasure.  She slides her hands up her body, cupping her breasts, and pulls on her nipples; some things never change, apparently, and your nook squeezes your fingers  in sympathy.  

 

After a few more minutes of playing with her breasts, her hands go to her belt and she unties it, throwing the wings of the robe open.  Her naked body glistens in the moonlight, and light dustings of freckles across her thighs and the deep valley of her breasts draw your eyes to the play of the muscles just under the surface of the perfectly smooth ashen skin of her stomach and sides.  She runs her fingernails down her chest and the vault of her thoracic cage, then further, letting her hips fall open as she traces a long oval around her seedflap.  The lips of her sheath flush a faint purple as her bulge begins to react, and a smile touches her face as her fingers start to move with more speed and purpose.  Soon her tip is extruded, and she rubs herself with the pad of her thumb, staining her skin pale purple.  She brings her hand up to her mouth, and her tongue darts out to taste the liquid.

 

You shift in your chair, tangling your hand in your bulge.  The tips of your fronds trace across your skin, leaving wet trails behind them, and you give yourself a squeeze from base to tip and back, getting your entire bulge slick.  The Condesce hikes her hips up and slips a pair of fingers into her nook; as she thrusts upward, her bulge extrudes more fully as she arches her back.  You feel your own walls quiver around your fingers as you get your first good look at it, and you swallow hard – it’s about half again as long as yours, and her fronds are thinner and have some sort of soft barbs on them.  Imagining what they would feel like inside you makes you short of breath.  The tendrils cover her arm to her elbow, and she strokes them with her free hand.  You do the same, and the sensation makes you suck in a breath, but she simply keeps the same slow pace, rubbing back and forth down her arm.  When she does make a sound, it’s a quiet little gasp, barely loud enough to hear, but your bulge has an immediate reaction, rippling around your arm.  You match her pace – dragging your fingers slowly over your globes, oh fuck – and soon enough she’s breathing harder too, one breath in three more like a pant, or a quiet moan.  She sounds almost… vulnerable like this.  Your nook drips as you imagine the same sound coming from your own throat, while your bulge lashes, seeking to overpower the source of that beautiful sound and fill her tight nook to the brim with tyrian purple.

 

“Ohhh, fuck, here we go,” you hiss, yanking details piecemeal into place.  The tightness of your bulge around your arm, the wetness of your nook, those aren’t hard to do at all.  The terrycloth is harder, a memory further back, but you manage.  (You’ve forgotten entirely what the loveseat cushions feel like, though, so fuck ‘em.)  You have more important things to worry about, like the warmth radiating down the length of your bulge, the quivering of your shame globes.  You explore the strange, familiar body with your hands, roughly rubbing the tip of your – her – bulge, squeezing your breast with your dripping hand.  The robe is staining purple with the genetic material starting to leak from you, but you don’t give a shit.  You push your nipple up to your mouth and suck, hard, savoring the numbing heat every motion of your tongue sends spiking into your chest.  Pressure’s building back up below your bulge, and thick, hot liquid is already starting to flow lazily from your nook; your fingers make sucking sounds as they hammer into you, your walls rippling as you slide a third finger in.  “Oh, fuck.  Glubbin’ fuck me…”

 

The orgasm starts in your globes.  You dig into the sensitive organs and suddenly your nook explodes, sending a flood of material gushing around your hand.  Your hips thrust up hard, arching your back, and you cry out loudly, completely unguarded.  What do you care if the rabble hear you?  They should be so lucky as to hear their queen in her throes of ecstasy.  They should – fuck, they should be – the rest of the thought is cut off as your bulge spasms and tightens harshly around your hand, material spilling freely from the pores and spurting in little jets from the tips of your fronds.  Your chest and stomach are coated liberally in thick, sweet liquid, and more continues to ooze from between your legs; you writhe on the couch as the hot liquid pools on your stomach and drips down your breasts, riding the waves of pleasure for as long as you can before they finally subside.

 

You open your eyes slowly, feeling pretty much wiped the fuck out - but in a deliciously shivery way.  Your chair is soaked, the floor liberally spattered with purple, but hey, at least some of it got where it was supposed to.  Your nook gives another contraction as you pull your fingers free, and you shiver, the sensation almost too much in your hypersensitive state.  Your bulge retracts as you watch, softening and slipping through the puddle formed in the basin of your hips, and you sit up, literally dripping with your own material.  You press your knees together to keep it all from spilling on the floor and snag the bucket as well as you can manage.  You feel a bit of a flush come onto your face as the liquid pours in – shit, you nearly filled an entire pail by yourself!  It’s definitely a personal record.

 

Finally, when you’re done skimming the rest of what you can off of yourself, you stand up and stretch.  A quick shower later and you’re in pajamas – meaning your old shirt and the first clean pair of panties you grab out of the drawer.  The chair’s clean again somehow, but the bucket’s still sitting there, nearly full to the top, and you look at it for a moment before settling on sliding it back under the desk.  Either whatever freaky dreamshit will take care of it for you, or you can bother with it later.  Right now, you’re too fucking tired.

 

For lack of better instructions from your think pan, your feet slouch you back in the direction of the game room.  You slip in quietly and pad over to the couches, circling around to one in particular.  Serket’s kind of kicked the blanket off in her sleep and she looks cold; she’s hugging herself, and her knees are drawn up about halfway.  You roll your eyes and tug the blanket back over her, making sure her feet are covered and all that shit.  As you’re tugging it back up over her shoulders, though, her eyes flicker open.  She squints up at you, fighting darkness and sleep, and finally seems to remember.  “Meenah…?”

 

“Yeah, it’s me,” you whisper, straightening up quickly.  “Sorry.  Go back to sleep, Serket.”  You turn away, hoping in a general sort of way that you’ll trip onto one of the couches in a position that’s easy to sleep in, and Aranea’s hand moves like a scorpion, catching your wrist.  Her touch is soft, her grip barely applying any pressure at all, but you stop dead.  “Hey-”

 

“Meenah.”  Her voice is quiet, but her tone is firm as she says your name again, and you turn back to her.  She doesn’t let go of your wrist, and her fingers are hot on your skin; you feel your face flush a little bit, so it’s a good thing it’s so glubbing dark. “You know, I never really got to say how much it meant to me that you stayed with me during the game.  I know it didn’t exactly make you popular with the others.”  Now her fingers slide away, as she lets her hand drop.  Her touch lingers, though, and you grab her thumb, taking her hand into yours.

 

“Why do you think I said everybody sucked silt but me?” you ask brusquely, looking away.  Yeah, she must be able to see the blush now, since she squeezes your fingers gently.  “Anyway, it’s not like I had a choice or nofin’.  You kinda musseled your way onto my choice reel estate an’ all that...”  Aranea rolls her eyes at the flurry of puns, but she slides over a bit on the couch, and after a moment you give in and sit down.  You can feel the heat of her stomach through the back of your shirt and her dress, and it makes you sleepy.  You squeeze her fingers back.  “Fuck ‘em all.”  It comes out as more of a growl than you intend it to.

 

Aranea laughs, the quiet sound catching at your ear, and her lips press softly on your knuckles.  “Thank you,” she whispers.  She holds your hand to her cheek, and you can feel the heat of her blush.  The conversation lapses, and you sit there, rubbing Aranea’s knee through the blanket and trying not to fall asleep.  After another few minutes of silence, you carefully stand up.  She’s still holding your hand, and you try very slowly to retrieve your fingers... but her hand closes around yours the second it starts moving.  

 

“Please... stay with me tonight,” she says quietly, pulling the blanket aside.  You can’t help but look askance at her, and she blazes cerulean.  “I - I won’t do anything untoward,” she insists, shaking her head.  “Reely.  I promise.”  She tries to free her hand, presumably to show her good intentions, but those fingers are yours, beach.  Brooking no argument, you slide under the blanket with her, suddenly feeling dam conscious of the fact that you’re not wearing pants as your faces end up inches apart.  Her face breaks into a luminous smile, and she leans forward, pressing her forehead into yours.  “I spent so many thousands of years looking for you...” she says, hugging you close, and you wrap your arms around her in return.

 

“I’m not goin’ anywhere,” you promise, awkwardly kissing her earlobe.  She laughs - okay, no, she glubbing giggles - into your shoulder, and you can’t help but laugh in return.  Pretty soon, her breathing deepens, and you let yourself drift off as well, warm in her arms.

 

It feels good to be home again.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

grimAuxiliatrix [GA] joined chat

futaWerewolfGardenGnostic [GG] joined chat

GA: Oh My

GA: Hello Jade

GG: hello kanaya!

GG: do you like my wolf form?

GA: Youre Um

GA: Quite Big I Must Say

GG: thanks!

GA: And Is That A Bulge Bone

GA: I Thought You Were A Girl Jade

GG: i am a girl still!

GG: it's just bec was a boy

GA: Im Aware Of Him And His Bone Bulge

GA: Ugh I Should Stop Staring At It

GA: But It Looks So Interesting

GG: you can stare i don't mind

GA: Would You Mind If I Touch It

GG: go ahead!!

GA: Oh Wow Its So Warm And Smooth

GG: oh~ *It starts to grow in Kanaya's hands*

GA: And Its Really Getting Big

GA: Oh Jade This Bulge Looks Incredibly Impressive

GG: *Jade grabs Kanaya's horns gently* thank you *She is breathing really hard right now*

GA: *She Licks The Tip Of The Bulge Slightly Before Putting The Head In Her Mouth Moaning As She Sucks*

GG: ooh kanaya! *Jade can't help but start bucking her hips*

GA: *Kanayas Eyes Roll Back As She Starts To Take Her Skirt And Panties Off Before Taking The Bulge From Her Mouth And Spreading Open Her Legs* By All Means Jade Please

GG: *Jade wraps the Virgo's legs around her waist before brushing the hair out of her face* such a good girl *She starts pushing herself inside*

GA: Oh Jade You Make Me Feel Fantastic *She Holds Onto Jade Tightly As She Kisses Her Deeply On The Mouth*

GG: *The futa starts fucking Kanaya. She kisses back, exploring the girl's mouth with her rough canine tongue*

GA: *Her Breathing Begins To Get Hasty While She Feels Herself Tightening The Jade Blood Couldnt Help But Make A Few Muffled Moans*

GG: *The werewolf arches her back and howls, declaring to the world that this is her bitch*

GA: *When The Kiss Ceases Kanaya Kisses Along Her Jawline And Neck As She Feels Herself About To Orgasm*

GG: *Jade's hand claws play with her lover's breasts. She starts fucking the girl harder as her knot starts to take*

GA: *Jade Fluid Drips While Kanaya Clings Into Jade Hoping She Fucks Her Even Harder*

GA: *Onto

GG: oh yes, oh fucking yes!! *Jade picks up the pace and thrusts deeper. Her knot is almost finished*

GA: Oh My Gog *Kanaya Breathes Extremely Huskily*

GG: *Jade leans in to Kanaya's shoulder and bites it as her knot locks itself inside the girl. She starts shooting cum in to her genebladder*

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GA: *Her Tongue Hangs Out As She Loudly Moans In Pleasure And Pain*

GG: *Jade rolls the two of them over so Kanaya is the one on top*

GA: *She Licks Jades Nipples Before Licking Up To Her Jawline*

GA: Who Is My Mistriss

GG: *Jade grabs her hips and digs her claws in to them* i am! *She bucks herself deeper in to her as the streams of cum continue*

GA: *She Hyperventilates As She Grips Her Own Breasts And Squeezes As Hard As She Can*

GG: good slut, good bitch, good cum bucket! *Jade holds Kanaya in place as the last of the cum fills her up. She pats her distended belly*

GA: Im Yours To Command Jade

GA: Ill Do Anything For More

GG: such a little cum whore you are *Jade pulls out before the knot has finished shrinking and stands up*

GA: *She Looks Up At Jade And Begs Silently For More Penetration In Her*

GG: *Jade throws her a ring gag and collar* put those on

GA: *She Puts Them On And Looks Up Asking For More Instruction*

GG: *She shoves her still erect cock in her face* clean me off

GA: *Kanaya Licks Around Her Shaft And Head Attempting To Get Every Last Bit Of Fluid And Blood Off*

GG: *She pats her head* good girl~

GA: I Love You So Much Jade

GA: Anything For You <3

GG: anything? *Her smile is more mischievious than playful right now*

GA: Yes Anything *She Remains Still While Waiting For Further Direction*

GG: get on all fours

GG: [[Is this Kanaya a rainbow drinker? ]]

GA: ((It Can Be If You Want))

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GG: *Before Kanaya can do as instructed, Jade shoves her down*

GG: too slow

GA: *Taken By Surprise She Looks Around Somewhat Panic Struck*

GG: now, you get the leash *The wolf girl clips a leash on to the rainbow drinker and mounts her, nesting her cock in between the her ass cheeks*

GA: *She Remains Quiet Not Wanting To Bother The Wolf Girl She Wished To Be Fucked Again By*

GG: let's find out if vampires need to breathe hmm? *She pulls on the leash hard enough that Kanaya's arms can't reach the ground, choking her as she starts fucking her ass*

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GA: *She Gags As She Feels Her Rectum Being Destroyed*

GG: *Jade pounds her harder* you like that? *She tightens the collar and chuckles*

GA: Its Getting Very Hard To Breathe Mistriss *She Barely Mutters Out*

GG: yes bitch, very good *She doesn't let up*

GA: *While She Continues To Drip Jade Liquid She Feels Herself Getting Slighty Light Headed*

GG: *Her spare hand fingers Kanaya as she fucks deeper and faster*

GA: *While Getting Even More Light Headed She Feels Herself Becoming Horribly Overwhelmed By It All*

GG: *Jade adds a second finger, then a third. Her thumb plays with her clit and she fucks the Virgo harder*

GG: *She moans* im knotting kanaya

GA: *After A Sudden Yelp From Her She Feels As Though Shes Ready To Pass Out*

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GG: *Jade nips at her ears and bites at her horns as the knot swells, stretching the hole completely and locking itself inside*

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GA: *With Only Several Seconds Of Activity Left In Her She Attempts To Buck Against Jade Hoping To Make It All End Very Comfortably*

GG: *Jade starts shooting her load in to Kanaya. She moans and fingers her just that much more vigorously*

GA: *After Feeling Her Load Soon Ejecting Into Her Colon She Finally Gave Into The Temptation To Pass Out From The Lack Of Air Intake*

GG: *Jade lets go of the leash and lets the unconscious Rainbow drinker fall to the ground as she finishes filling her up*

GA: *Some Of The Liquid She Lapped Up When Cleaning Dripped From Her Mouth Along With Her Saliva*

GG: *When Jade pulls out and before any of her seed can come out of Kanaya, she slides a butt plug in to her. She then licks up the juices dribbling out of her mouth and picks her up bridal style*

GA: *Her Head Rocked Against Jades Chest While She Lied Still Limply*

GG: [[I can't decide if I want Jade to have Kanaya tied up somewhere for all to use or something else ]]

GA: ((Well Youre Pretty Much Free To Do Whatever))

GA: ((If You Want We Can Make This The Most Shameful Rp Ever))

GG: [[Do you have an idea then? ]]

GA: ((Lets Go With The Tied Up Somewhere Idea))

GG: [[BRB ]]

GG: [[Dinner time ]]

GG: *Jade teleports in some restraints and ties up Kanaya*

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GA: *She Eventually Comes To And Looks Around Wondering Whats Going On*

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GG: *Kanaya's is on her knees and her body is horizontal, with enough room underneath her for a human or troll to lay down. Her mouth is pried open with a gag and her feet are spread. Her hands are fixed in a position ideal for stroking someone off and stuck in front of her face with only a few degrees of freedom*

GA: *She Begins To Look Around For Jade Desring To Know Why She Did This*

GG: i gave all the boys aphrodisiacs

GG: now you can get all the cum you want, isn't that great? :D

GA: *Her Eyes Widen*

GG: *Jade starts stroking herself to get hard again, then stops, puts her cock in Kanaya's hand, and uses that to get hard*

GA: *Although The Huge Cock Felt Nice In Her Soft And Small Hands Kanaya Started To Feel Nervous About Getting Fucked By Random Friends*

GG: *It doesn't take long for her length to grow erect again*

GA: *She Eyes The Cock And Starts To Feel Horny Again*

GG: *Jade notices the look in her eyes* is there no end to your sluttiness?

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GG: hello eridan!

CA: wwell hello

GG: i'm guessing the aphrodisiac kicked in?

GA: *She Looks Around Feeling Very Scared By The Appearence Of Eridan*

CA: aphrodisiac

GG: mmhmm!

CA: wwell im not quite sure

GG: aren't you feeling horny right now? *Jade rubs her dick against Kanaya's cheek*

CA: *blinks* wwell maybe

CA: i havve been feelin a bit wwarm

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GA: *Her Breathing Tenses Even More*

AC: :33 < ( actually no)

GG: [[So you don't want to do this? ]]

AC: :33 < ( peace wierd erotic fandom)

CA: oh my

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Jade smoothed down the edge of her skirt and smiled at Nepeta.

 

"Well, what do you think?" she asked.

 

"I think you look pawsitively wonderful!" Nepeta said.

 

"Hooray!" Jade said, clapping her hands together. "I'm going to be cheering extra hard for you!"

 

"You're the best!" Nepeta said.

 

"Thanks," Jade said. "You're about the only one who thinks so."

 

"Oh noes!" Nepeta said. "What's wrong?"

 

"Oh, it's nothing. Just Feferi thinks I'm not very good at this cheering thing," Jade said. She shrugged.

 

"That can't be true," Nepeta said. "You're the cheerfulest. Feferi is just cranky."

 

"Maybe..." Jade said, worrying her bottom lip with her teeth before suddenly brightening. "I know! I'll practice my cheer in front of you and you can do me if I'm doing it right!"

 

"Sound good!" Nepeta said. She pulled her legs up onto Jade's bed and got comfortable as Jade stretched.

 

"And you have to be honest, don't just say I'm good to spare my feelings!" Jade ordered.

 

"I will!" Nepeta said.

 

"Right!" Jade straightened up and placed her hands on her hips. "Okay, this is the first cheer."

 

"Okay!"

 

"Stop interrupting, I'm trying to concentrate."

 

"Sorry!"

 

Jade glared and Nepeta mimed zipping her lips.

 

"B! E! A! T!" Jade began, concentrating hard on getting her hand motions right. "Beat um! B! U! S! T! Bust um! Best um! Bust um! That's out custom! Come on girls, readjust them! Goooooo Lions! Whoooo!"

 

Jade jumped on the last cheer and landed awkwardly, stumbling and falling onto the bed.

 

"It was good except for the last part!" Nepeta said.

 

"No, it's hopeless," Jade muttered, face smashed into the blanket. "Also our cheers are stupid."

 

"At least this year they're not all fish puns," Nepeta said.

 

"Yes, there is that," Jade said. She pushed herself back to her feet.

 

"And besides," Nepeta said. "If you fall like that at the actual game it'll be real helpful!"

 

"Helpful how?" Jade asked.

 

"Helpful because all our opponents will be distracted by your cute butt!" Nepeta said.

 

"Shut up!" Jade said. Nepeta grabbed a pillow and repelled Jade's attempts to give her a good smack. "You jocks are the worst!"

 

"Hey now, that hurts my feelings," Nepeta said, fake pouting.

 

"That won't be the only thing that hurts in minute," Jade said, knocking the pillow aside and tackling Nepeta back on the bed. Nepeta nimbly flipped them over, pinning Jade to the bed with a grin.

 

"Looks like I caught a pretty little mouse," Nepeta said.

 

"You're awful," Jade said.

 

"Pawful," Nepeta corrected.

 

"Oh just shut up and kiss me already," Jade said.

 

Nepeta obeyed, letting her weight settle down on Jade as she pressed their lips together. Jade kissed with a lot of tongue and enthusiasm, wrapping her arms around Nepeta's neck as soon as they were freed. Before long Nepeta was grinding down and Jade playfully reached up to rub the base of one horn. It always made Nepeta break their kissing to moan.

 

"Roll over," Jade ordered.

 

Nepeta scrambled to obey, lying on her back as Jade shimmied down the bed to rub the growing erection in Nepeta's soccer shorts. She kneaded lightly, teasing.

 

"Jaaaaaade," Nepeta whined, propping herself up on her elbows to give Jade a pitiful look.

 

"You trolls have no patience," Jade said, but she tugged down the shorts and freed Nepeta from the confining fabric anyways. Nepeta slumped back on the bed and purred happily as Jade wrapped her hand around the base of Nepeta's cock and leaned down to kiss the tip. She slowly took the head of it into her mouth, tonguing the salty genetic material form the slit and swallowing it down. Jade bobbed her head, taking Nepeta's cock deeper each time until her lips were stretched wide and her nose pressed to Nepeta's grey skin.

 

"Oh Jade," Nepeta moaned. She lightly stroked Jade's hair, turning it into tugs when Jade hummed in approval. Jade relaxed her throat and let Nepeta take control, thrusting slowly but deeply over and over. When she felt Nepeta's cock twitch in warning she placed a hand on Nepeta's hips to still her and pulled off.

 

"Not yet," Jade said while she wiped her lips with the back of her hand. "My turn."

 

Nepeta panted and watched Jade strip. She pulled off her glasses and set them on the bedside table before pulling her uniform sweater above her head. She got up and went to remove the skirt as well but Nepeta stopped her.

 

"Keep it on," Nepeta said, sliding off the bed and kissing Jade's knee. She looked up at Jade and tried to give her best alluring look while sliding her hands up and rubbing Jade's thighs under the skirt.

 

"Okay, Jade said.

 

Jade sat on the edge of the bed and spread her legs so Nepeta could duck her head under the skirt. Nepeta's horns made lumps under the pleats as she nuzzled Jade's cotton panties. They were already wet and Nepeta inhaled deeply, loving Jade's scent. She ran her tongue over the fabric, aiming for Jade's clit and rubbing small circles over it once it was found. Jade balled the quilt in her hands as Nepeta flicked her tongue harder over her. Eventually Nepeta got tired of the barrier and pulled the wet crotch aside so she could press her tongue into Jade directly.

 

"Yessssss," Jade hissed as Nepeta opened her up. "Yeah, get me nice and wet so you can fuck me."

 

Nepeta eagerly did her best while Jade played with her own nipples through her sports bra, pinching and pulling in time with Nepeta's thrusts. Nepeta scratched lightly at Jade's thighs as she worked, leaving red trails over the delicate skin.

 

"Okay, that's good," Jade said, allowing Nepeta to pull back. "The bucket is in the closet. Hurry and get it so we don't have to stop halfway through."

 

Nepeta dashed to fetch the container as Jade pulled off her underwear and arranged herself on hands and knees on the bed. Her skirt barely covering her ass and Nepeta took a moment to admire the view. Jade cleared her throat in annoyance at the delay, and Nepeta dropped the bucket next to the bed and scrambled up behind Jade.

 

"Ready?" Nepeta asked, waiting for Jade's nod before easing her cock in. She didn't stay gentle for long, Jade's eager growls of pleasure egged her on until she was slamming into Jade.

 

"Harder," Jade still said. The bed shook as she braced herself best she could with one arm and reached down with the other to help get herself off. She knew she had to hurry if she wanted to finish before Nepeta made a mess.

 

"Jade," Nepeta warned soon enough.

 

"Please, just hold on a little more," Jade begged, furiously rubbing her own clit. "I want to come with you inside me."

 

Nepeta bit her lip and tried to resist the urge to come herself as Jade cried out and clamped down around her. She stilled her thrusts, riding out the waves of Jade's orgasm until Jade finally slumped onto the bed.

 

"Jaaaaaaade," Nepeta said.

 

"Yeah, go go go," Jade said.

 

Nepeta pulled out quickly, fumbling for the bucket as she jerked her wet cock and came. She groaned in relief as the fluid filled the bucket.

 

"Don't spill it this time," Jade muttered from the bed. "I like my rug."

 

Nepeta gave Jade's ass a hard smack, making her yelp, before obeying and taking the bucket to Jade's bathroom to dump. When she came back Jade had rolled over onto her back and she made a wonderful sight. Her skirt was still hitched up and her legs were spread.

 

"Don't even think it," Jade said when Nepeta licked her lips.

 

"Just a little taste?" Nepeta asked.

 

"Give me twenty minutes," Jade said.

 

"What if I wore the skirt this time?" Nepeta suggested.

 

"Okay, ten."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There are words for how drunk you are, but humanity has not yet formed them, as they have not yet discovered the constantly intoxicated Inebrunlons of Imbibia IV, a planet in the Drunk-as-All-Fuck Cluster.

 

You’ve seen Dave safely to his room and are now headed back to the master bedroom. Although really, it’s more accurate to say that you’re stumbling back to the bedroom. Half the time you’re slumped against the wall and feeling your way, trusting in the internal map of this mansion you’ve built up since childhood. Your vision swims and your breath tastes like wine.

 

Falling against the door to open it, you barely manage to keep your feet under you as you find the right room.

 

“Kanaya? Are you here?” you manage. Your speech doesn’t seem slurred, but what do you know, you’re stumbling drunk. Drunk enough to miss the cloud of steam wafting from out of the ensuite. But you have enough of your faculties together to know that the water must be hot as hell to generate that much steam, even in a house this chilly. That, combined with the large quantities of brandy Kanaya had demolished, meant but one thing. Blurry reminiscence strikes you as you struggle out of your dress.

 

–-

 

It was a vacation to the French Riviera, your treat to Kanaya and yourself after having gotten the trolls settled on your recreated Earth. New IDs, new lives, futures ahead of them. You and John had done most of the paperwork and you’d financed the operation, but Kanaya had done a great deal of background research on the trolls’ new illusory appearances. They should now be able to present believable backstories and life details in case of questioning in any circumstance. Terezi and Aradia had promptly flounced off to university to begin their degrees and Karkat spirited Gamzee off to who knows where. And you spirited Kanaya off to France.

 

She loved it, of course. The high fashion and delicate cakes, the beautiful buildings and strong coffee. A whirlwind tour of the country now ended with relaxation time on the Côte d'Azur. Stretched out on beach blankets, sipping alcoholic drinks you’d never be allowed to have in the states, you bathed in the warmth and Kanaya drank in the sun. Shades were the order of the day, as Kanaya was radiant enough without the bright Mediterranean sun reflecting off her perfect skin. Languidly, you turned the pages of your book as the troll woman woke, stretched and turned over.

 

“Rose darling, your French sun is utterly delightful. I could do this for a period up to and including the entirety of the day without complaint.”

 

“Many do, love.” You closed the book and turned to regard her, only to start in surprise. “Erm, Kanaya? Not to put too fine a point on it, but you seem to be, well, excited.”

 

Kanaya followed your gaze down the length of her swimsuit-clad body and gave a soft, “Oh.” before scrambling for a spare towel and covering the protrusion in her lap.

 

“Is everything alright, Kanaya?”

 

“That was... that is to say... oh my word. I have not seen...that since my transformation. This is terribly embarrassing Rose I’m headed back to the room in case anyone looks the wrong way I shall see you there, good day.”

 

And with that verbal hemorrhage, the elegant troll rolled to her feet, gathered up her belongings and made her way back to the hotel, towel artfully draped over her forearm to provide an extra curtain of coverage. You paused for a moment, wondering what you should do. Kanaya was certainly entitled to her privacy, but on the other hand, she was exhibiting rather distressed behaviour. Also you were now terribly curious, but let’s pretend that wasn’t a prime motivating factor, hmm? It wasn’t long before you scrambled up yourself, taking your book and drink. Kanaya’s was left to melt in the heat.

 

Before long, you found yourself at the door to your shared room, hesitating before knocking. You resolved to and followed up with, “May I come in?”

 

“Of course you may Rose, don’t be silly.” came the returned call. “We both reside in this temporary domicile after all.”

 

Kanaya was on a bed, fully clothed again with her knees up to her chest and arms wrapped around them. A light silk skirt and a loose camisole replaced her previous one-piece and on the sidetable a case of make-up lay discarded. While trying to gather her thoughts, she’d apparently just given up and curled up. She looked so small, completely folded up like a piece of origami. You couldn’t help but go to her and hold her in a hug. “Oh Kanaya, what’s wrong?”

 

She gave a soft little laugh that sent a thrill through your body. “Oh, I don’t think anything is wrong. I am just confused as to why this is happening now.”

 

“Why, what’s happening, dear?”

 

Kanaya blushed, a lovely shade of green under her glow and it subtly changed the lighting of the room. She shook her head and buried her narrow face in the gap between her knees. You give her a reassuring rub and nudge with your forehead and wait.

 

Presently, she peeks out at you and bites her lip. “I appear to be, ah, extremely physically aroused at the moment. It’s not something I’ve experienced since dying.”

 

“Oh.” You blinked and try to process that. “Not at all?”

 

“Yes. No.” She blushed further but then seemed to catch on to your train of thought. “Not for want of trying Rose! I find you very beautiful and treasure you like nothing else in the world and heaven help anyone who says otherwise! But... physically... it seemed that there was nothing I could do about it.”

 

You nodded, many questions answering themselves. Your relationship with Kanaya, budding as it still was had always been a mostly cerebral thing. Oh, there were chaste, fluttering kisses, plenty of intimacy, but nothing overtly passionate, save perhaps Kanaya’s need to feed. It frustrated you sometimes, but that was what toys were for. And you certainly were not going to push the matter and risk offense. You treasured her far more than you could express and the though of losing her was enough to set your heart into panicked palpitations. You’d simply assumed Kanaya, being for all intents and purposes undead, could no longer process some biological functions.

 

It appeared to be half right. “Any idea what brought this sudden experience on? Perhaps the masses of tanned, beautiful women spread out before you like a buffet?”

 

She twisted around in a panic and began, “Oh no Rose I assure you it was nothing remotely approaching those circumstances. You saw, I was... oh. You are having fun at my expense once again.”

 

A smirk cracked you lips. “Yes love. My apologies, I sought only to lighten the situation.”

 

You leaned in to brush a kiss against her lips in apology and immediately noticed two things. First, Kanaya burned with an unfamiliar heat, close to that outside. Images of kissing sun-baked flowers crossed your mind, and you reflexively breathed in her scent. It sounded for all the world like a gasp and you suppose it may well have been. Second, she really hadn’t been kidding when she said “extremely physically aroused.” The troll in your arms returned the kiss and deepened it, lithe tongue coming out to lick at your lips. When they parted, the heat of her was in your mouth and she was the best thing you’ve ever tasted. The pointed tip licks of her tongue explored your own and you let out a high gasp of surprise.

 

Kanaya jerked back upon hearing it and regarded you with huge eyes. Her breathing was heavy and her fingers fidgeted at your sides, as if uncertain if they were to hold you or strip you bare. “Wow.”

 

It became your turn to blush. “Wow indeed. I suspect this new found passion is in part based in exposure to the sunlight. You are glowing and radiating heat like a sheet of metal now. Perhaps the alco-”

 

“Rose, would you please do me a great favour and kiss me once more.” It’s not a request, especially not when she descends upon you again, and certainly not by the time she’s slipping a strap from your shoulder. For a relationship that appeared to the outside world to be based on snark and verbosity, your first real time with Kanaya revolved around her getting you to shut the hell up.

 

–-

 

When you’ve discarded the final piece of your ensemble and dragged yourself to the bathroom, your reminiscences have already begun to arouse you. It had been the fumbling lovemaking of teenagers, desperate for each others touch, taste. As terrible as it was in retrospect, it still brought a smile to your face, a fire to your gut. As they say, even when sex is bad, it’s still pretty good. It had been an uncertain foray into the world of bulges, nooks, clitorises and vaginas, but it had been gentle and feather light for all that.

 

This night was certainly not going to be as such. For one, you don’t think you could stay awake for the whole arduous process. And for another, you don’t have the patience. You want her now, and by the Noble Circle, you’ll have her. The wave of heat and humidity that you walk into doesn’t help, and you grope your way around in the fog. Passing the massive mirror on one wall, you notice your lips have been stripped of their usual black lipstick and dyed purple by the wine. You wonder in passing if Kanaya will like them.

 

Finding the shower, you pull the door open and find Kanaya waiting for you, water dripping from her every elegant, angular curve. In the manner of those seriously inebriated, you focus on one droplet that drips from her chin, onto her chest and between her vestigial breasts. The steam mists your face, and yet down and down it zigs and zags, until it disappears in the moisture around her bulge. She smiles and beckons you closer. It’s unseemly how quickly you fold into her arms, relishing their warmth and the pounding heat of the water. You place your hands against her breasts, cupping them and rest your head between them.

 

“Hello there, my beautiful little drunkie.”

 

“Not all of us can have constitutions that could drink a bar dry with no ill effects.”

 

“And such a shame that is.” She’s kissing the top of your head and you nuzzle into her chest, nipping lightly at the skin. An appreciative murmur rises from her and you give your handfuls a squeeze. She’s larger than you in this department, but not by much. You complement each other so well it aches. Well, to be fair, you ache for very different reasons and one is writhing slowly back and forth by your belly.

 

“Why did you leave us, as any of you trolls could have easily, could easily have oh mmm...” Long, delicate fingers trace their way up your back and scritch their way through your hair. It’s on the edge of being damp and retains a soft fluffiness in the back that her nails drift through. But oh, that stimulus is heavenly and you could fall asleep here.

 

“I cannot speak for the others, but for in my case, I do believe the reason should be quite obvious, Miss Lalonde.” There’s a twitch and a squirm around your midsection, and you lower a hand to wrap around her bulge. In response, it coils around your wrist all eager and slippery. Turns out, any manner of heat could trigger arousal in a rainbow drinker, including the simulated burn of alcohol. Brandy is quite effective in this. Kanaya’s breath is hot on your ear as she whispers down at you,

 

“And that reason, Rose, happens to be that I want you very much and would like to have you in this shower.” You smile at the overwrought proposition and then reach up to pull her down into a kiss. She tastes of the rich liquor and you must taste of the grape. Your tongues intertwine, and it’s not long before you get dizzy and lean into Kanaya for support. She welcomes you and easily supports your weight, arms holding you close and gentle claws tracing delicate patterns across your back, your ribs. You shudder at the silken touch. A soft nip on her lips and you break the kiss, sliding down her slick body. She tries to catch you, but you pry her hands off, making it clear that this is no drunken collapse. On your knees before her, her long, writhing bulge fills your vision, just concealing a nook from which jade fluid drips messily.

 

You put your lips to the base of the bulge and let your tongue roll out and up into her nook. A shudder immediately claims the taller woman and her hand clutches the back of your head. Your hands rest on either on of her thighs and rub their way up. You sink your nails into her flesh as your tongue curls inside her and Kanaya’s gasps turn to moans. A soft suck at her flesh and two fingers of one hand enter her while the other gathers up her bulge. Her hips give an involuntary buck and she murmurs things you can’t hear. Fingering and stroking, you set your undead lover quivering and gasping your name.

 

This could go on forever. Normally, you’d love to tease her, bring her orgasm with fingers she would then call “too clever.” But gods, you’re impatient for her and gods you’re wet. You roughly half-shaft the bulge and drive another finger into her before clumsily taking the writhing tip into your mouth. You’re not so drunk that you forget that if left to its own devices, the bulge would happily throatfuck you. Not the best thing for you while inebriated. Still, you suck lightly on it and roll your tongue around the salty length of it. Bobbing your head up and down on it in time with your fingers’ questing, you work Kanaya up. Her fingers tighten sharply in your hair and you ever so softly graze part of the bulge with your teeth in retribution. There’s no room for banter with your mouth full of alien genitalia, but your back-and-forth continues apace.

 

The keening noise she’s making stokes the warmth between your legs, and you feel them start to wobble. At the same time, your head begins to swim from the job your giving her bulge and you have to pull it out. Resting your head against her thigh, you pant for breath and try to focus. You give the full length of her long, firm strokes to make up for the limited sensory exposure she got in your mouth. A half turn of your head places a kiss on her thigh, then a bite that elicits a hiss from her and a giggle from you. Letting go her bulge, you reach between your legs and let one finger slide between your pussy’s lips. Another finger enters Kanaya and you curled them all in unison. You barely get out a gasp before the troll makes it quite clear she has other plans for you.

 

It’s easy to forget, behind that fey exterior of elegance and class, that this is a woman whose preferred means of combat was leaping in and dismembering foes with a chainsaw. There is no delicacy, no precision with a chainsaw. It is a weapon of brutal strength and power. In one smooth motion she hauls you up from kneeling to clear off the floor and slams you back into a wall, cushioning your head with her hand. Your breath explodes out of you and your head spins. Instinctively you wrap your legs around her middle as her hands support you, one gripping your ass and one around your neck. She’s plenty strong to hold you there so you bring a hand dripping with green to your face and begin to lick the fingers clean before the pounding water can clean them. She tastes wonderful, not so much like green tea but like it should taste in a perfect world. Your lips wrap around each finger and your tongue laps at your palm as you regard her from behind heavily lidded eyes.

 

“Were you going to do something with me here?” You mock as you let your arm fall loose, in the boneless way of the far-too-drunk. The troll lets out a growling hiss and slowly lowers you until you can feel her bulge twitching at your entrance. The light flicks of its tip draw gasps from you until she covers your mouth with hers and thrust in.

 

Your world explodes into colour and light and indescribable pleasure as the hot length of her coil worms its way into you, slipping into your depths. She swallows your groan and your hands knot in her hair as her tongue plays with your own. Her hips rock into yours and your legs tighten around her as she fucks you, alien appendage twisting like the world’s best vibrator inside you. Your cry breaks the kiss and the hand at your neck pulls your head back.

 

“Teasing little drunk, ah!” Kanaya gasps past your jaw as she grinds into you once more. “Kindly do not play about when we both know, ah, what it is we are both in here for.”

 

Your answering cry wavers as her tongue licks up your throat and traces the outline of your ear. Hot water coats the both of you and the feel of her slick skin against you is hotter still. The sound of her pounding into you sets a beat to which your cries and moans are the counter. Still you can’t form words as her bulge warps and squirms inside you, touching every sensitive place, seemingly at once. Your eyes begin to lose focus and drift and all your can feel is the wonderful, pulsating warmth inside you.

 

But she’s not done with you yet, and sharp nails in your backside and a yank at your hair bring you back, with an “Ah! Kanaya!”

 

“Yesss,” she hisses, tongue lolling out like a snake’s between two sharp fangs. “Speak my name some more, my delicious little drunk.”

 

“Kanaya, Kanaya, Kanaya,” you whisper, rising in volume with every rough thrust, every hot squirm within. “God please Kanaya, please.”

 

You’re reduced to a begging, pleasured shell and her gloating laugh ghosts over your breasts as you arch backwards, trying to thrust yourself down onto her bulge. The heat within you is turning into an ache that has to be fulfilled and you find yourself rocking back into her.

 

“Please what, darling Rose?”

 

“Please, more, harder, Kanaya!” You manage as her mouth finds your breasts and you’re again reduced to moaning. Rough sucking and nips at them drive your head forward and you try to kiss the top of her head, her horns, anything you can reach. She takes a nipple between her teeth and flicks at it with that agile tongue and the quivering of your legs worsens.

 

She slams you against the cool wall of the stall and grinds up against you, bulge going wild between your legs, inside you. Your eyes can’t focus any more, and its all you can do to hold on and lovingly cup her face as she pounds into you in earnest. Her lips work and her face contorts,

 

“Rose, Rose, darling, lovely Rose, I’m almost...”

 

“Cuh-cum for m-m-meee Kanaya. Fill me, pleeeaaase.”

 

You’re all but insensate as your lover tenses and pulls your head back again. Her bulge thickens inside you, rippling and pulsing, and your eyes widen from the sudden increased girth. Your ecstatic cry is matched by hers as you both cum, her genetic fluid pouring into you and dribbling out of your filled core. The last thing you remember before blacking out is Kanaya’s fangs sinking in to you and heat flooding your body.

 

--

 

Your dreams are deliciously dark and filled with the sound of purring. Familiar purring from a long and alabaster throat. Its taste is pleasant, but the feel of it beneath long pseudopods is divine. Perhaps even Noble.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bloody Musculature

 

It had to be one of the bleakest vistas you'd ever seen. You are Rose Lalonde and you survey an endless expanse of jagged rocks, canyons and errant stalagmites. The pointed stalagmites are strange, due in no small part to the fact that there was naught above her save endless steel blue sky. That, and the fact that you are in your Seer outfit, tip you off to the fact that you are probably in a dreambubble. But whose?

 

 

AG: Oh jegus who put me out in the fucking sun in the Jagged Pl8ns? Who's head do I have to 8r8k for this?

Ah. Hers. Of all the rotten luck. You look up and fluttering erratically in the sky is the annoyingly familiar form of Vriska Serket. This was going to be unpleasant, you could See. In fact, a quick perusal of various possible flitting timelines implied that this would likely end in tears and blood. Not for the first time, you wish your lightning fast visions allowed for more time to contemplate, like Terezi, rather than relying on instinct and luck... like Vriska.

 

Speaking of whom, it appears that Vriska had finally notices you and wafts down.

 

 

AG: Laaaaaaaalonde! Why aren't we 8urning up in this sun?

TT: Presumably because while this vista seems to be from your memory, the present sun is one of my recollections. And the sun on Earth has the decency to not burn life on our planet to a crisp.

AG: 8ooooooooring! I guess this is a dream 8u88le then? Well screw this, I'm waking up and trying again.

Vriska screws her eyes shut and lands roughly on the ground. Her angular face contorts in pain and with a curse her eyes fly open.

 

 

AG: What the fuck? I can't w8ke up!

After a moment's attempt, you determine that your situations are identical.

 

 

TT: Strange. It appears we've been forced to share this bubble for a reason.

AG: That sucks! Uuuuuuuugh, why did it have to 8e you of all people.

TT: Yes, yes, we are all aware of your calignious waxings towards me. Try not to get any fluid on me.

What? That's ridiculous! As if you'd 8e worthy of my h8te. Filthy human, don't get ideas a8ove your station.

 

You don't buy her reaction for a second. Ever since you and Kanaya had become serious, Vriska had made little effort to hide her building hatred of you.

 

 

AG: 8luh 8luh 8luh huge 8itch. Look, Kanaya's place is to the east of here. We both know her, maybe that's why we're here.

TT: Hmm. As good a starting place as any, and remarkably prescient on your part. I can See that no ill comes from heading in that direction.

AG: Let's get on with it then.

Vriska takes off and gets about fifteen feet away before you remind her

 

 

TT: I know it's terribly difficult for you to keep these things straight with as limited a mental capacity as yours, but I cannot fly.

AG: Well, sure suuuuuuuucks to be you doesn't it? Have fun crossing r8zor sharp rocks, clim8ing steep cliffs and plummeting to your doooooooom!

TT: Very well. I shall resign myself to this terrible fate, as you have apparently resigned yourself to remaining trapped in this dream bubble for all eternity.

A series of swears, curses and unpublishable remarks are flung your way, but Vriska returns in short order. After some awkward experimentation, heated debate and one near x2 accidental death combo the two of you are airborne. As a troll, Vriska was naturally many times stronger than you and that strength had been honed through a session devoted almost entirely to combat. She carries you in her arms easily, if not comfortably. It seems she takes every opportunity to be buffeted in the wind, jostling you in her bony arms. Your only reasonable response is to wrap your arms around her neck and try not to think about the intimate implications of this.

 

You speak little on your flight. What is there to say? There is little that you two have in common, aside from Kanaya. And Vriska was indeed correct, if she did live near these Jagged Plains, her hive would be a reasonable nexus. She tried sorting through her visions during the flight, but could only tell that nothing terribly dangerous would come of this course of actions.

 

The beat of Vriska's butterfly wings began to slow. You looked at her pointedly.

 

 

TT: What, tiring already? Where's this legendary troll endurance and hardiness I heard no end of earlier?

AG: Oh, don't get me wrong, Lalonde, I still have pleeeeeeeenty of flying left in me! 8ut I also have superior vision to your crappy human eyes, so I can tell that Kanaya's hive is just over there.

You hadn't even noticed that the uneven ground of the Jagged Plains had turned into a more regular sand, so lost was she in her attempts to sort out her visions. Presently, her eyes could pick out a vast oasis in the distance. As they approached, Vriska swooped down from on high and basically dropped her like a kinetic bomb. Long having foreseen the possibility, you tucked and rolled, and came up into a casual stroll with but a light dusting about her. Her casual stroll slowed into a stop as she gazed about.

 

 

TT: It's... beautiful.

AG: Yeah, Kanaya had a gr8t eye for landscaping. Too many colours for my t8ste though.

TT: I was given to believe that your planet was a barren wasteland, designed to breed a hardy warrior species. But this, this botanical garden... truly a testament to Kanaya's skill.

AG: Yeah, fussyfangs could 8ring out the 8eauty in just a8out anything. Now we going inside or what?

You stay silent on Vriska's choice of words. The psychologist in you wants to peel her apart as Kanaya's former moirail, but you cannot help but think it would be invading Kanaya's privacy somehow.

 

Vriska, on the other hand, doesn't seem to have any problem doing so. She fairly well kicks open the door to Kanaya's hive and yells for her. When there is no answer, she goes stomping through the endless rooms of the hive looking for her. You do the same, if with a bit more grace and cautious deference to your... girlfriend? Matesprit? You've yet to ascertain where your relationship lies. Eventually, you determine that neither Kanaya, nor a memory of her, is present in this dream bubble.

 

Of course Vriska's reaction to this is a bevy of ceaseless complaints, until you snap at her.

 

 

TT: This is getting us nowhere, Vriska. Instead of bitching endlessly about things you can't change, perhaps show me around. If it stands to reason that we were to come here, then perhaps we are supposed to develop a deeper understanding of Kanaya.

AG: Yeah? That what you think or See?

You blink a long moment, your eyes hidden under your cowl.

 

 

TT: I can See no harm coming of it.

Vriska huffs impatiently and shows you around. The respiteblock and other chambers are explained to you, usually in the context of what she and Kanaya had done in them.

 

 

AG: Here's where Kan would 8rush my h8r.

AG: This one time, I 8arged in and stepped right on her needle holding plush vegetable. Gog, that hurt!

AG: Here's where we had feelings jams.

It was a pathetically transparent ploy. And yet, you cannot escape the conclusion that

 

 

TT: You did enjoy your time as her moirail.

AG: Of coooooooourse I did! I'd 8e cr8zy not to! She was great, we just had... differences in how we saw our relationship. 8ut fuck this, I'm getting tired.

TT: Tired in a dream bubble? Categorically impossible, my dear.

AG: Yeah? Well you're not the one who had to carry your heavy ass across the pl8ns. Geeeeeeeeze Lalonde, put on some w8ght since the game?

Right then, you want to snap at her, bite her face off with some cunning witticism, but you can't. A vision strikes you like a thunderbolt and you nearly topple. You continue with this, and you're both going to tear out each others' throats. Blood is everywhere and your cold bodies flash before your eyes. What does it mean to die in a dream bubble?

 

Vriska is looking at you askance, a thin eyebrow raised.

 

 

TT: Perhaps you're right. Get some rest or...whatever it is one does in a dream bubble to recuperate.

She spins on her heel and marches off into the sitting block. You follow at a distance. Not from fear, but from sensible caution. The two of you are waxing so black that...

 

and another vision hits and this time you do hit the floor, curled up into a ball. A definite image, so rare, forms in your mind as millions of feelings bombard your nerves at light-speed. Orange clothing in tatters everywhere. Blood strewn artfully across heated skin. Your insides contort painfully and warmly and pleasurably. Unholy Cthulhu you suddenly know why you're here and it's your fault. You know how to get out of this and you can't believe how much you hate Vriska Serket at the moment.

 

When you get to the sitting block, Vriska is trying to stretch her wings and arms at the same time. It appears to be going poorly due to competing muscle groups. You approach quietly, coming up behind her on the couch, or whatever overly complex Alternian phrase trolls used to describe it.

 

 

TT: Sore muscles?

AG: Gog yes. Why the hell did I agree to carry you again?

TT: If you'd permit, I could apply to you a form of Earthling lay healing that Kanaya seems to enjoy.

Vriska is immediately suspicious, but dropping Kanaya's name seems to have averted the worst suspcion.

 

 

AG: Is it going to kill me?

TT: Of course not. Have we not previously established that both of us need to be alive to depart this accursed bubble?

AG: Wellllllll, is it going to hurt?

TT: Almost certainly. I'm not terribly skilled at it. But I'm sure you can, as Strider would say, suck it up.

AG: Well if it's good enough for fussyfangs it's good enough for me.

TT: Very well. Turn your back to me, I will begin.

Vriska turns away from you and you place your hands on her shoulder blades. You begin to knead, getting a feel for the knots and musculature as you massage. Vriska immediately tenses up and you order

 

 

TT: Relax. It doesn't work if you fight me.

Vriska attempts to relax, but it's a half-hearted thing. To compensate, your dig your fingers into her muscles harder to work out the knots. You have only the barest concept of how this works and you were outright lying about having given Kanaya a massage. However, as your work the troll's flesh, it occurs to you that perhaps you should. Although probably much gentler.

 

You strike upon a particularly dense knot and when you rub it out, Vriska lets out a pained moan. You are not prepared for how your pulse accelerates. You instinctively go looking for equally dense areas and find them around the base of her wings. Kneading away, you drag more gasps and moans from Vriska's throat as your face heats. You discover, however, that no matter how cleverly the godtier tunic is designed for wearing, you cannot properly work at the troll's muscles.

 

Your hands knead their way down Vriska's back and something like a sigh of relief leaves her. As the rub heads lower, you pause and clamber up and over the rear of the couch. Vriska starts, and looks up backwards at you.

 

 

TT: Scoot forward, I can't reach the small of your back.

AG: Oh, and let you that close? Like I'd trust you not to sta8 me the first chance you get.

TT: Stab you with what? Besides, this must be done to your whole... back to work.

Vriska shudders slightly and it's only because you are this close that you can tell. She slides forward and you flush further as you slide down behind her, your legs wrapping loosely around hers. She has to be able to feel the heat coming off you, but you push on.

 

You work the small of her back, causing her to arch beautifully and you can't believe you just used that word to describe Vriska Serket. That's when you know you're committed to this. Goddamn, but you hate this woman for doing this to you. As she's arched, you reach up and unbutton the horn-holes in her hood. You gently pull it down off her head and her mane of hair spills everywhere. You half expect to be assaulted by some stench, but it just smells of... her.

 

You gather it up and out of the way, and work on her neck. She tenses and your fingers go partly around her throat, but you don't validate her fears and choke her, as much as you want to. One good squeeze and oh god why did you just blush harder. Fucking Vriska Serket.

 

As your fingers leave her neck, you bring your nails into it. Now this, this you've done to Kanaya and know the efficacy of. The sharp, feathery trail of nails against skin is intoxicatingly erotic to just about anyone and you're rewarded by a soft hiss from Vriska as she leans back slightly. You retrace your path down her back and from this perch you can access other knots more easily. The hardest one elicits a loud moan and Vriska's clawed hand grabs your thigh. A gasp escapes you and you freeze momentarily before continuing lower.

 

When you slip under the tunic to knead flesh directly, the troll makes no comment. Her breathing is deeper though, and every so often her hand on your thigh flexes. Breaking up another obstinate knot, she gasps in pain and digs her claws deeper. You inhale sharply and apply your own nails down her back to which she growls. Appreciatively, you think. Tracing a pattern with them up and under the tunic, you reach the base of her wings. The tunic bunches and catches on them, causing her to wince and unconsciously dig into your thigh again. You lean in and whisper into her ear

 

 

TT: Unless I am mistaken, you appear to be enjoying this pain every much.

AG: 8luh 8luh huge 8itch shut up and keep doing what you o8viously enjoy too.

Another time, that might have stung, but right now your skin is on fire, you can see the pores on her dark grey skin and your nose is full of her. You tug up at the bottom of her tunic, indicating the obvious. There's a bare moment of hesitation before she raises her arms and you can slide the whole thing up and off. She kicks her rear out in an arch and you're POSITIVE she can feel your heat. Her arms come down and one hand is deliberately placed on either of your thighs.

 

And then her back is bare to you and your heart nearly stops. It's a ruin of scars and marks and all you want to do is add to them and make her bleed. So you place your nails at the top of her shoulders, dig in and drag them down. Your nails aren't troll claws and so don't break skin, but she hisses as you roughly carve an eldritch design in her back. Then your heated hands are back at kneading and rubbing, the contrast of warm comfort and sharp pain causing her to nod her head forward.

 

It's not long before her hands are mirroring the kneading and rubbing of yours, except with claws and surprising gentleness. For a troll, especially one of her particular psychoses. Your thighs still sting, but you are so far from caring you barely notice how it just adds to the heat at your core. You work your rubbing to the sides of her ribs and down past them. You grip her midsection to allow your thumbs to press deep into her back and she arches again, so severely her hair falls down her back and she can stare at you through heavily lidded eyes. They smoulder and as a small smile cracks on her face, she runs her thumbs sharply across your inner thighs. The claws catch on and tear through the material. Cold air gives you a start and she chuckles. It's a deep and quiet thing that sets her breasts heaving.

 

You finally focus down her front, her breasts and midsection laid bare for you. She is so starkly beautiful you would tear her to bloody pieces if you weren't worried that would make her more attractive to you. Your grip on her midsection loosens and you drag your fingers and nails up and forward, feeling every rib and scoring a heated line up to her breasts. She colours a dark blue finally and one hand leaves its play on your thighs to languidly come up and around and flick off your cool. Your violet eyes never leave hers as she seizes you by the hair and pulls you down.

 

Your lips meet as you cup her small breasts and Vriska forces open your mouth with a moan. A coiling, near prehensile tongue invades and you're somewhere between revolted and aroused as you bite at it and her lips. It darts back into her mouth when you viciously tweak vestigial nipples and she returns your lip bite. Your head feels light as your blood drips between your barely parted lips.

 

You draw back slightly to regard her. Idly you tense and relax your hands and you can feel her scratch deliberately at your scalp with her claws. She licks her lips with that strange tongue and whispers

 

 

AG: Kanaya got a t8ste of your 8lood yet, human? Preeeeeeeetty delicious.

How dare she. How dare she bring Kanaya into this now. You want to RIP out her HAIR and PAINT the walls in her very BLOOD and you very nearly tremble with the overflowing emotion. You have never hated anyone this much in your life. It is a black, coiling thing around your heart and you never want the feeling to stop. She's about to say something and you silence her with another rough kiss.

 

You press into her mouth and feel the sharpness of her fangs as she moans in surprise. The two of you squirm shapelessly as your vie for some kind of senseless dominance. As your hands slide lower and lower, she twists and turns, grabs your hands and pins you to the couch's back. There is a vicious grin on her neck before she nuzzles her way into your hood, horns barely missing your eyes and nips at your neck.

 

In a half-panic, you struggle out of her pin and try to force her off, but soon stop as she drags her tongue against those areas and you virtually melt into her. Hands pushing against her shoulders wrap around her and nails claw their way down her bare back. Her own hands slip under your orange tunic and go straight for your breasts. She kneads them roughly, painfully as she breathes into you ear and inhales your hair. She gets what she wants, a moan out of you. Your nails now drag lightly across her back. You are playing with the hem of her pants when she suddenly strips the tunic off you.

 

Chill air hits you and your nipples stiffen immediately. It's like an invitation to her and she descends on one. The delicious heat of her mouth and the flickering touch of her tongue wrack your body momentarily before you go slack and dig your nails into her rear. You very nearly lose yourself as she bites down on one and tweaks the other, harder than you did. A cry of pain leaves your lips and you bite down on it, bite down into her shoulder. To your surprise, you feel a trickle of blood in your mouth and down your front. A flicker of Sight crosses your vision and you know by the end of tonight you both will be red and blue. Vriska's licking warm blood off your breasts and you drag your hands back and under her pants, grabbing soft ass. She rubs against you and you feel a familiar pressure twitch between your legs. The ensuing moan vibrates pleasantly against your chest and you can feel a hand descend below your waistline. As in all else, Vriska is an impatient kismesis.

 

You don't have time to ponder your casual acceptance of the troll term before she is sliding her hand over your mound. Your hips buck involuntarily and she murmurs something along the lines of “oh riiiiiiiight, no 8ulge” before cupping and pressing up against you. You nearly come right there, but hold on and grab her hair. Something's spilling out of your mouth and it goes something like

 

 

TT: Oh god oh fuck oh fuck you oh fuck yes, in meeee-

and her fingers slide in and your head is thrown back. You're shrieking her name as she displays surprising gentleness in fucking you with claws that could rip you open. One of your hands is tangled in her hair, pulling it, pulling her away but she's latched on to you breast against and her teeth bite in and you're pulling your own breast now. The searing pain doesn't stop you and it hurts so deliciously good. More fingers join the ones in you and she descends.

 

She drags your pants down with her teeth and oh god that was hot before kissing you hard on your clit. Your hips buck HARD and her tongue goes to work on your clit while she finger fucks you. Your vision is clouded with red and black and your hands are running through your hair and hers and you're an undignified screaming mess. The heat is spread through your body and every time you think you can't take anymore, she twisted here or there and another wave of pleasure wracks you. You are so close to the edge you can't-

 

There is one final, torturous lick before Vriska backs off, slips out of you and grins at you. Your eyes widen and you go to grab her head to make her fucking finish when she darts back and gives your clit a single. Soft. Bite.

 

Your world shatters. The waves of pleasure that had been building up break, the dam overflows and you come, bucking into Vriska's mouth. Your grip holds her there and she growls as she tried to push off. It's better than a vibrator and your cry goes ragged as you come again, black liquid pleasure filling your veins. The black heat rises, flushes your pale body and when it reaches your head, you pass out.

 

You're not sure when you wake, but you're propped against the back of the couch, instead of hanging off half it as you were when you came. Your pants are toss away and so are Vriskas. Twitching and pulsating, her bulge stands prominently in front of you. You know from making love to Kanaya that trolls are hermaphroditic, but it's still something of a shock to see Vriska's so close. It's longer than Kanaya's, thinner and is curved upwards to give a glimpse of a sodden nook beneath and behind.

 

Vriska see you wake and kneels on the couch in front of you. She grabs your head and pulls you down.

 

 

AG: Your turn, young l8dy. Let's see how much you've learned a8out alien physiology.

She sounds perversely and ridiculously like a school teacher and you have no goddamn idea why that turns you on more. You place one hand around the base of her shaft and wrap the other around her buttock for balance and later use. The troll bulge shares much of its physiology with a human male's penis, but your experience lay firmly on the side of bulges. So you twist and pump the shaft once, clearing the fibrous skin over the head of the bulge. Languorously, you lick a full circle around it and look straight up at Vriska. She nearly thrusts straight into your mouth right there. As it stands, the buck of her hips pushes past your lips and teeth.

 

From the gasp she lets out, you know its payback time. Idly you let your tongue play with her head, savouring her taste. Metallic, similar to the iron-y taste of human blood and more similar to the taste of hers. A flick of your tongue at the tip of her head and you send your mouth down the length of her shaft, putting extra pressure on your sharp canines and incisors. They're not troll fangs, but have the desired effect. Vriska gasps from the pain to her most sensitive parts. You repeated the process, stroking with one hand, and reaching around with another.

 

On your next descent, you loll your tongue out and run its slippery length down with you. Vriska tangles her grip in your short hair and pushes deeper into you. You give a sudden choke, but suppress it and keep going. Your other arm has wrapped around her leg and your hand is suddenly by her nook. She freezes as you spread her with your fingers. As you deepthroat her bulge, your tongue curls up into her nook. It's a technique you've practiced on Kanaya extensively, but Vriska's extra length pushes uncomfortably down your throat.

 

But one that Vriska apparently appreciates wholeheartedly. Her knees buckle as you simultaneously suck her off and tongue fuck her nook. You pull back before she can fall on top of you and cause serious damage to your throat, but you're not done yet. More pumping and several circles of your tongue around her has her moaning and thrusting into your mouth. You control the distance with the hand at her shaft and with the other, enter her nook. Trolls are less sensitive than human females in this area and you press and fuck her hard with your fingers. She is as tight a fit as you can imagine though and you can barely fit two fingers in. You impale her up to your knuckles and her thrusting becomes more desperate and erratic.

 

You feel her bulge begin to engorge further and you prepare. You slow down and torturously lick up and down her length, looking up at her. But she gives no sign of noticing you, her eyes rolled and her head thrown back. Cheated of a small victory, you stroke her hard once, twice, following your hand down with your mouth and syncing it with the fingers playing with her nook. Your teeth come back into play and like the masochist she is, you can feel her tense. On the third, you guess correctly, and just grab her ass as she grabs your head and thrusts as far into you mouth as she can go. There is a gurgled cry halfway between a laugh and a shriek as she comes into your throat.

 

You nearly gag as her cum floods your mouth and you're reminded why trolls use buckets. You let the mess flow out of your mouth as you pull back off her and her knees buckle. Reluctantly, you catch her. She ends up straddling you roughly and her eyes focus into the middle distance. As you see her start to regain consciousness, you grab her by the jaw and kiss her roughly on the mouth. She awakens into your kiss, and returns it full fervour.

 

You bite, kiss and lick, spreading blue tinged cum with red and blood blood across both your faces, necks and chests. Finally, that legendary troll endurance kicks in, and she grabs you behind your knees and roughly positions you parallel to the couch. You are already wet and spreading as she slides between your legs. The motion is so sinuous and natural, you wonder how you'd stayed apart this long and hate her for denying you this.

 

She enters you with a fast, hard thrust and you cry out her name. Digging your nails into her back, you wrap your legs around her midsection as she pulls out and pounds into you. This is not the gentle lovemaking of Kanaya and Rose. Vriska's hips pound into yours, and withdraw slowly. Your hipbones strike one another, sending flashes of pain up either bodies and heightening your hate and desire. It's not long before you descend into a mindless mess, gibbering “fuck you, fuck me, oh god more” and Vriska responds with “oh gog yes, say you hate me, say it 8itch!!!!!!!!”

 

Your nails dig so deep they draw blood and when that isn't enough you grab her hair and wings and twist. That causes her to cry out, thrust even deeper into you and bite your shoulder. As your blood flows down your back and front, Vriska's hands spread it across your chest. Massaging your breasts, she fucks you faster and your grip in her hair and wings tightens. You can feel her long bulge thrust up into your deepest parts, impaling you like sword and kissing sensitive spots. You're almost over the edge when Vriska kisses you hard on the mouth, moaning on her own. That breaks you, and you come, shuddering and tightening around her. That now-familiar black heat fills you and as you come, you try to extract yourself from her. Her bulge draws nearly out of you.

 

But Vriska's having none of it. As you disentangle yourself from her hair and wings, she slips her arms down and around your legs. She comes up and pins your arms above your head. In the motion, she's got your legs over her shoulder and your eyes widen and she pushed back into you.

 

Your gurgled protest is lost as she fills you again. Oh god, how can she keep how can I oh god fuuuuck. You want to tell her to stop, that you're sore, that it hurts but she's pounding ever deeper into you. With your ankles around her neck, she penetrates you with quick, hard gasps, each thrust going deeper than before. Before long she's drilling long, hard strokes into you and you're beyond caring about the pain and soreness. She's got you so close to coming you want to kiss her so you do.

 

As you twist up to make the kiss, she pushes down with a breathless gasp. Her bulge swells impossibly and as your bite down on her lip she comes into you, filling you with her genetic material. You throw your head back with a cry and come once more, your nether aching with the joyous pain of too much sex. She fills you completely and you hate that you like it and hate that she can do it.

 

There's a soft keening coming from the back of her throat and her grip on your wrists relaxes. As she twitches and softens inside you, you release her lip to deepen the kiss. The last thing you remember is both of you locking eyes and coming to an accord.

 

 

 

When you awaken in truth, Kanaya is curled up on a corner of the bed you share, staring at you wide-eyed. Her bright skin shows signs of flushing jade and you imagine you she's heard at least part of your night. Going bright red, you awkwardly attempt to explain stutter,

 

 

TT: Kanaya, love, I have just seen Vriska in a dream bubble...

TT: I mean I believe I may

TT: That is to say, I believe it is time that I am completely honest with myself and you.

GA: Yes Dearest?

TT: In a vision I was informed that I'd be suppressing, I mean... oh hell.

TT: I believe that Vriska and I will be participating a kismesissitude hence forth and I thought I shoul- Oh no please don't cry I didn't mean-

 

The rest of your words are lost as a crying Kanaya leaps across the bed and covers you with kisses.

 

 

GA: Oh Rose I Am Only Glad The Two Of You Have Finally Admitted To Yourselves How You Feel

Your name is Rose Lalonde and you cannot believe how much you love the woman in your arms. Or how much you hate the one in your dreams.

 

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NaNoWriMo is for suckers. November is when I write excessive amounts of explicit porn for your perusal. I make no promises or apologies.

 

 

 

 

 

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Your hands tighten around her neck, thumbs pressing into the so soft, so vulnerable hollow of her throat. You could end her reign of terror and press your claws in just a little, and she knows it, but you don’t detect the slightest stink of fear radiating off her delicious skin. You taste a bitchy little smirk as you roll your tongue over her blueberry lips.

 

Her lips. You are never quite sure you can taste them properly, even when she forgets to constantly change her lipstick color ever so slightly. There are simply too many variables. Her lipstick, the smudges of bare black lips when you lick off the blue, her warm breath all over your face, pearly white teeth and sloppy tongue. You could, you have, lay all night and all day pressed together tasting her mouth, licking, sucking, listening to her breathy moans. It is fucking decadent to kiss her.

 

It is even more decadent when she bites you, sinks those sharp spider teeth right into your tongue and lets your blood squirt into her mouth, moaning with satisfaction. The noise makes you rattle inside, need arcing in bolts down your spine and electrifying you to your center. You need her right now but of course you’ll never tell her or even let it show. Instead you shove your knee against her crotch, feeling her hot and wet and hard there, just like you expected, just like you wanted. She tongues your bottom lip and drags the tip across, tasting the corners of your mouth. Your hands drag down her sides, ripping her shirt, raising intoxicating welts of luscious dripping blue. She grinds on your leg, rolls her hips back and forth, tilts her head back and pants loud enough for you to taste her pleasure. And then you take your hands away for just the barest moment, and she shoves you down the stairs.

 

 You keep falling down all these stairs for a little while, and it’s almost a relief when you hit the wall because now you know where you are. Your head hurts, and you’re even more desperately hate-horny, but you know where you are. Little does she know that this is the perfect trap. You lay there and pretend to be dead, and in about half a second you can hear her shoes, red splattered with teal, thumping down the stairs. She laughs harshly and jabs you with her foot. You don’t move, and she laughs again, slightly less harshly, and punts you right in the ribs. You don’t move, even though you want to moan as she bruises you. She bites back a gasp that you taste anyway, and her warm-cold hands come to your face, she kisses you again and again and you taste yourself on her tongue and then you cannot resist anymore. You bunch your hands in her shirt and slam her against the wall before she knows what you’re doing. Suddenly your mouth bursts with sweet hot rage, like biting into a grenade, mollified with syrupy relief washing over your tongue and drizzling down your throat. You can’t resist kissing her again, you can never resist, and this time it’s soft and really as tender as she ever gets, her hand cupping your cheek and claws biting into your skin. You can, after all this time, practically feel the quadrants flipping. You press against her warmth, your chest, almost flat, nestling against hers.

 

Her hands trace down your sides without cutting and hook under your shirt, and the two of you have to part for a moment so she can pull it off, your lips separating like torn fruit. The cold air washing in between you is almost unbearable, but you’re right back there a second later with her claws tracing along your bare back and finding your spine, slicing just the tiniest line of teal. You feel the cold metal of her left arm, and she presses it down, just to the top of your pants, and your body arches against her without your permission. She laughs huskily into your mouth, satisfied with her clumsy win. You slide your hands up under her shirt, wanting to drink in her laughter and gasps and keep them inside you forever instead of letting some stupid cloth tear your mouths apart again. Her breasts are so familiar that you can practically taste them with your fingertips, but you slowly, slowly map them out again to the tune of her groans, drawing your claws in tightening circles around their tips.

 

She brings her hands around between you and palms your bulge with one hand while she fucks with the zipper of your pants. She is so predictable, still set on getting you naked and writhing and begging underneath her, but you certainly aren’t complaining when she gets the zipper down and your bulge swells into her hands. She strokes it up and down with shaking hands, and now you’re the one moaning for her, your hips rocking into her kneading, squeezing, teasing grip. Fuck. Teal is dribbling all down your length, you can smell it, you know she can smell it, she’s making little mmm noises against your lips like she can taste it too. Finally she pulls her juicy lips away and a strand of blue-teal spit connects your tongues for a moment, before it snaps and wraps around your aching, throbbing bulge.

 

You don’t have to endure long before she ducks down and licks the saliva away, tracing her tongue over the cooling skin, then presses full-mouthed, wet kisses from your base to your tip. She sucks on your head oh-so-gently, pressing her tongue flat, sliding it out and down against you, tickling your soaking nook and spreading you a little. And then she pulls her head back, making sure you feel every last inch of her moving along your bulge, and gives you a smug, disgusting, shit-eating grin with teal smeared all over her mouth and teeth and flop.

 

You grab her by the neck again, and, as usual, her response is to laugh, with the stink of your need all over her breath. She slaps you away with insulting ease and stands, one foot on your stomach so you can’t rise with her, blood-stinking canvas in your face and laces tickling goosebumps onto your bare skin. This time her smirk is so loud you can taste it. She takes her shoe off you and grabs you by the horn, wrenching pain shooting through your skull and joining all the hatelust and just plain lust trembling through your nerves, to haul you up to her pants. You unzip her with your teeth, and she grabs her bulge and smears it over your face, marking you with dripping cerulean. You deign to lick your lips, but when she tries to stuff herself in your mouth you duck the strike and nuzzle your nose in, smelling slick blue. You lick inward, you suck at her lips and bite, pushing your tongue in, and you can hear her blood rushing in your ears.

 

For a second, at least. She doesn’t let you finish either; it’s only fair. She pulls you up again, by your horns, again, and you taste her sniffing your face. She snorts, and suddenly you start to walk. You don’t have your cane, she threw that down the stairwell an hour ago, so to prevent you from lagging behind she picks you up and puts you on her shoulders. You don’t have to duck; all the doorways in her hive are high enough for His Honorable Tyranny to move through comfortably if he wanted. While she takes you to whatever sinister plan she has, you pull on her horns to return the favor and press your face into her mane of hair so you can lick the carroty-orange bases. She grunts at you, reaches back to palm your skinny ass, pulls your unzipped pants down so they dangle against her back and you’re left hard and wanting with her hair tangled around your bulge and juice dribbling down the back of her neck.

 

You know you’ve arrived when the cold night air hits your bare skin. You taste the blackcurrant blotches of all the hives under and around hers, the pinprick lemon lights, but mostly the tongue-burning, soul-aching wind that swirls around the top spires of her hive. She starts to toss you down; you can feel her muscles bunch as she thinks better of it and keeps you against her, kissing you hungrily for long stretching moments and plumbing the depths of your throat with her tongue. She puts your feet on hers and shuffles the two of you forward, forward forward forward and then she turns you around and shit your toes are dangling over nothing and just wind and canyons beneath. She laughs. Again. You try not to look terrified, have no idea what your face is doing, and then you feel her strong metal hand encircling your wrists, holding them together and back so you’re just teetering on the edge of certain death.

 

You are hard as a rock.

 

She spreads your nook open to the cold air with her free hand, slicks her fingers up with your wetness, then slides her bulge into you like it was born to be there, and just like every time she fills you, you think maybe it is. Her fingers draw a line from your crotch up your side over your tits to your mouth, and you suck them clean because you want to, not because her hips slapping on your ass are driving you absolutely crazy and you’d do anything and mmm you can feel it building up in you, all white heat and deliciousness. She slides her hand down again and wraps it around your straining bulge poking like a mast over the ledge, and she milks it with her fingers, opposing the motion of her thrusts until you almost literally cannot think for pleasure. You are somewhere vaguely aware, aching and happy, of her  panting in your ear, of the fact that you were cold a minute ago but now everything is unbelievable lush warmth and the rainbow scent of desire. Her claws draw teal on your shaft as her fingers spasm, her moans turn into loud growls, you hear a voice and are suddenly aware that you are openly, needfully begging for more, for her, and as you are filled so utterly with hot sticky jets her grip loosens and you think she’s going to drop you. And then you don’t care, because you’re screaming her name to all the hives around and you don’t care who hears, all that you care about is the sunbursts between your legs and your jerking bulge and the familiar but still mouthwatering scent of teal-and-cerulean streamers spurting out into the night air.

 

You eventually come back to yourself to find your legs wobbling, sending little drips off the end of your slowly-softening bulge. You are glad you already can’t see, because you would certainly be reeling and toppling by now even with her hand on your wrists. Glittering sprinkles of undiminished pleasure still assert themselves now and then, especially as she shifts out of you with a wet slurp. She pulls you back with one simple tug, and then you’re safe in her arms, the scent of satiated spidertroll filling your head to brimming. She rocks on her heels and the two of you are falling until she lands on her back on the battlement, her arms sliding around you, your head tucking up under her chin and your legs all tangled together.

 

 You start to say something, but she’s already asleep. Typical.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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As Rose opens the front door, she’s welcomed in by the sounds of loud and enormously enthusiastic lovemaking. Or really fucking hot sex, as Roxy would probably put it. She’s pleased to hear that Kanaya is making as much noise as Roxy, and fondly remembers the few nights they took to teach Kanaya how to be really vocal. She lets her bag slide off her shoulder onto the floor as she strides into the living room - not as quickly as she wants to, but she has to keep her air of studied nonchalance. For now, at least. Roxy and Kanaya are there, the source of the lush sounds filling the house; Roxy is sprawled on the couch, one leg hooked around Kanaya’s hip and the other spread wide. Her arms are folded behind her head, and she’s the very picture of sloth save for her pink-nailed toes curling and uncurling with every roll of the hips from the tall, elegant troll between her legs. Kanaya looks like she’s having the time of her life - but then again, she always does when any of them are in any state of undress. Her eyes are wide open as she drinks up every bit of Roxy’s extremely naked body. Rose stares, too. Roxy’s shirt and skirt are both on the floor, and Kanaya still has her top on - ah. There’s an empty martini glass on the coffee table.

 

“Drinking again?” Rose says as she moves closer, into their view. Kanaya looks up and grins, her face lighting up that wonderful bit more. Roxy lolls her head and groans, smacking her lips loudly and groaning “hey Rosie baby, come on ‘n join in!” She beckons with a crook of one jade-slicked finger.

 

“She was very persuasive,” Kanaya says without a note of apology in her voice. Rose’s gaze drifts down in between their bodies, to where Kanaya’s bulge slips in and out with a pace that makes the space between Rose’s legs ache emptily. There’s pink lipstick smeared sloppily around the base of the squirming bulge. “Ah,” Rose chuckles. “You’re quite easily persuaded, Kanaya.”

 

“Can you - ah - can you blame me?” Kanaya groans, leaning harder on the hand she’s got propped on the couch for balance.

 

“Hardly.” Rose rolls her shoulders and shimmies her hips, her dress sliding down her body and hitting the floor with a pleasantly silky thump. “Make room, won’t you?”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Purrrrfect, Nepeta hummed to herself with glee. Feferi was the meowst wonderful friend, always joining in her games to play with the great huntress of the realm. Having her lover visit in person is a wonderfur opportunity to pounce on her. Even Equius was excited Feferi had finally arrived so he could stop hearing his moiral go on and on about the future empress. Such feeling jams caused him to break out in sweat at thought of the blood-intermingling. Nepeta laughed to herself, oh Equuius and his fantasies.

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"Oh Mighty Leijion, what have your hunts brought the royal court?" Feferi calls out with dignity as Nepeta bows down before at the lake where they are playing. Nepeta is so purroud of her for managing to avoid puns unbefitting of the great ruler.

Flexing her claws, Nepeta mews sadly, and hangs her head, "Your majesty the hunts have been poor. Mewself and my underlings have found little." She loves a good game as the servant of the crown, but tonight she wants to turn the tables. After all a huntress wouldn't be bosses around by a figure who only sat on a throne like this.

"You know the penalties for failure," Feferi begins to drone, preparing for evening of light spanks, puns and fun, but Nepeta knows she is going to seize control. Fef deserves something special for coming to visit her in person, and being the bestest matespirit.

"Majesty, I cannot endure your meanness!" The huntress pounces and pins Feferi down, as Fef lets out a sharp cry of surprise. Nepeta trys to project a little bit of toughness, large and strong like a great cat. As Feferi begins to indiginantly question her impudence, She uses all of her strength to clasp her mouth closed.

"Nu-uh, what does the little queen thinks she's doing? I'm the big strong huntress. You've got to trust me, I'm the best you've got." Feferi's eyes grow wide and Nepeta almost roughly holds her against the Alternian dirt. Doing her best to be a wild hunter animal, Nepeta begins to nip along Feferi's neck.

"I think I should be the queenie, I know what the whole world is like. you sit, breathing with these gill things," Nepeta punctuates her remark (quite good if she does think so herself) with a deep bite on Fef's gills, drawing purple blood, spilling down her neck in the most pretty way. She laps at it, feasting herself as Feferi's pulse beats rapidly beneath her. Her blood is delicious! Nepeta begins to leave deeper bits all along her queen's neckline, pawing the blood, as it soaks into Feferi's clothes, her hair, staining everything with the proof of her subservience now. (Oh I am so in character!)

Nepeta growls, tries to roughen her voice, and demands, "Living in your power palace have you ever known the true ways of the world? my ways?" Feferi squeaks back, and manages to eek out, "Oh no, I haven't. Oh, but I must cal my guards-"

Nepeta hisses and uses her claws to shred Feferi's stained clothing, and whispers into Fef's ear, "You will do no such thing. I am going to take you and turn you into a wild thing. a thing of the wilds mine," Nepeta can feel her bulge and flap aching and aroused despite how redicklous this whole performance is.

Now in tatters beneath her, Feferi's bulge stands tall and hard, and juices run down her thighs for her love.

"Warrior, I appreciate the sentiment but this is far from appropriate. I am your master."

Quick as her role demands, Nepeta's hand encircle Feferi's wrists. (Feferi is soooo in character. She is the best!)

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Crushing her wrists together, Nepeta looks down and admires Feferi's bloodied and naked form, her prey.

 

With her other hand she inserts her fingers into Fef's seed flap. "Oh fur from it, prey. I am here above you, penetrating you as you mew like some common rabbit. I think you ought to respect your hunter more often. I am going to take you and you are going to beg for it like some common low-blood would open themselves to gain a position at your side." A quick gasp and a groan confirm Nepeta's plan even as Feferi struggles with her, teeth gnashing, and arms trying to break free.

 

Nepeta slashes Fef lightly across the face and thrusts her bulge into Feferi's sea-dweller mouth, purrrfectly suited to this.

 

She can feel herself tightening the pressure on Fef's wrists as she thrusts into the willing mouth, drawing herself closer and closer to the brink, green fluid dripping down onto Feferi's face and neck, marking her.

It's Time, Nepeta rapidly decides, light headed and close to coming. she releases Fef's mouth and harshly thrusts into her seed flap.

 

"You're my pet and my prey, say it," Nepeta growls , though smiling as Feferi mews. When she doesn't respond immediately, Feferi tightens her free hand around her throat, as Fef cries out in pain at the pressure on her wounded gills and neck.

"oh I'm your catch, in your net," she winces out through her limited breathing as Nepeta pounds into her. Satisfied she releases Feferi's wrists, and pumps at Feferi's own bulge. As they both get so so close, Nepeta bites down hard into Feferi's chest, pushing both of them over the edge. Green and purple fluid mix and spill everywhere.

Panting hard, they disengage.

 

"I love you," Nepeta says sleepily, nuzzling Feferi's cheek, curling up at her side like a kitten.

Feferi smiles exhaustively, and scratches her back, and is reward with her matespirit's sweet purrs.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Jade had discovered some unexpected consequences of merging her dreamself with Becsprite. Namely, that some of Bec’s characteristics carried over. The ears were the most obvious, but what was under her skirt was more interesting.

 

“Rooooooose,” she whined, bouncing up and down on Rose’s bed. “It hurts.”

 

“I’m not entirely sure why you came to me for this,” Rose said. “Wouldn’t one of the boys have more experience in this field?”

 

“I can’t talk to John, he’s my brother,” Jade explained. “And Dave would just make fun! Besides I have seen your writings, you know all about this boy stuff.”

 

Rose raised one eyebrow, which Jade must have found unbearably sexy because she whined again, high pitched and needy before dropping back on the bed. The tent in her skirt was quite prominent. Prominent and large. Rose was utterly intrigued and, though she would never admit it, a bit turned on.

 

“I suppose that the friendly thing to do would be to lend a hand,” Rose said. Jade’s ears literally perked up at that.

 

“Really? You aren’t joking right, Rose? You’re not that mean,” Jade asked.

 

“Quite serious,” Rose answered. “The situation, I must confess, has piqued my interest. In a purely scientific sense, of course. This is all new unexplored territory in the field of exobiological prototyping--”

 

Rose lost her train of thought as Jade palmed herself through the skirt, arching into her palm and gasping. Rose swallowed hard.

 

“Sprite. Prototyping. Dog. Thing,” she stumbled to a finish. Jade didn’t seem to notice, panting and rubbing furiously. Rose caught her hand and she nearly howled in frustration. Rose struggled to regain her cool before continuing to speak. “Now, let’s not make a mess of things. You should remove your clothing so we can conduct and more thorough examination.”

 

Jade seemed to think this was a brilliant plan, and hurried to do so. Her top was flung off the bed and her skirt soon followed, leaving her bare except for her striped socks. It seemed like her outfit, similarly to Rose’s, had not come with undergarments. From the waist up Jade looked familiar to Rose’s experiences. Her skin was a darker tan and her breasts were larger than Rose’s own, with large, dark nipples that were clearly hard in the cool air of the Land of Light and Rain. But looking down was a completely different experience.

 

That was a penis. Jade’s penis. It was large and hard and red, nearly purple at the tip which was wet with precum. Rose swallowed again, only to find that her mouth was completely dry.

 

“I’m a freak,” Jade moaned, going to cover herself up. Rose intervened, kneeling next to the bed to get a better look.

 

“You’re not a freak,” Rose said. “You’re a beautiful hybrid, the like of which the world has never seen. You’re wonderful.”

 

Rose licked her lips and placed one hand on Jade’s knee. Frowning in concentration, she trailed her hand upwards, rubbing Jade’s thigh just inches from her erection. When she finally tentatively touched it Jade gasped.

 

“Rose!” she shouted, startling Rose. “Oh please, please, please.”

 

Rose wrapped her fingers around Jade, not quite sure how tight to grip. She squeezed experimentally, which made Jade buck and moan, so she did it again. As she rubbed up and down more fluid leaked from the tip, lubricating her hand and making her stroked smoother. Jade was keening, biting the back of her hand to keep the embarrassing noises down. Rose stopped stroking for a moment and leaned in hesitantly, gathering up the nerve to take the head in her mouth and suck. Jade yowled. Rose held her steady with her hand fisted at the base of Jade’s cock and took more into her mouth, being sure to keep her teeth covered. She tried to remember all the tips she had read in her fan fiction about giving a good blowjob.

 

It was more difficult than she had anticipated, Jade was pretty large and the stretch was making her jaw ache after several minutes. She pulled back to just work the head, noting to herself to practice on something later. A banana perhaps? In the meanwhile Jade seemed to be enjoying herself regardless, letting out moan after beautiful moan.

 

“Rose!” Jade shouted just before her cock jerked and shot off in Rose’s mouth. Jade’s cry of her name morphed into a strangled shout as she arched off the bed, slipping out of Rose and instead making a mess of her face. Jade collapsed back, panting.

 

“Um, sorry?” she said.

 

“It’s quite alright,” Rose said, taking a corner of the blanket and wiping off her face. “I understand it’s a new sensation for you.”

 

“It was awesome!” Jade said. “Come up here now. I want to try.”

 

Jade wrestled Rose onto the bed and immediately nosed at Rose’s crotch, licking at the fabric.

 

“Oh, you smell so good,” she said. “Take it off, please. I want more of it.”

 

Rose pushed her off and scrambled to obey, kicking off her shoes and shimmying out of the orange leggings as fast as she could. She was yanking up the top when Jade pounced again, pinning her back and burying her face between Rose’s legs. Her rough tongue ran over Rose’s labia in quick laps, getting everything even wetter with her drool. Jade held Rose’s legs open and licked lower, pushing her tongue into Rose. Rose gasped, fingers clenching in the sheets. Jade brought her hand up to spread Rose wider with her fingers, holding her open so she could stab her tongue in as deep as she could, thrusting in and out and making gross slurping sounds in counterpoint to Rose’s quick gasping moans.

 

“If you would be so kind,” Rose panted, “as to use your fingers as well-”

 

Her voice broke at the end of her sentence as Jade obeyed, entering her with two fingers then spreading them and pushing her tongue back in as well. Rose’s legs flexed and she kicked at the sheets, spreading herself wide to try and relieve the pressure. Jade twisted and wriggled her fingers, trying something new with every thrust in. When she pulled out her tongue and pressed in a third Rose squeaked, losing what was left of her dignity. Jade crawled up the bed, trailing kisses up Rose’s stomach while she kept her fingers working inside her. When she reached Rose’s neck she bit down lightly.

 

“Rose,” she whimpered, rolling her hips so her already hardening cock brushed along Rose’s inner thigh. She punctuated the gesture by pushing in hard with her fingers. Rose got it immediately, Jade wanted to fuck her.

 

“Yes, Jade, yes,” Rose answered eagerly. She was dying to feel Jade’s cock inside her. Jade pulled her fingers out and lined herself up immediately.

 

Jade missed the first time she tried to thrust, cock slipping right over Rose’s entrance and slapping wetly against her belly. Jade growled in frustration, reaching down to hold her cock steady as she tried again, pushing ruthlessly into Rose. She couldn’t get all the way in on the first thrust so she pulled back and pushed in harder. Rose clutched at her shoulders, eyes wide and rolling. She had never expected Jade to be so rough.

 

“Fuuuuuuuuck,” Jade groaned. She was giving it to Rose fast and hard, rocking her further and further up the bed until Rose hit the headboard. Rose reached back and braced herself so she could buck up into Jade’s thrusts. Jade licked Rose’s neck, sucking little kisses all over the skin. Her fingers dug into Rose’s hips as they slammed together. Rose gripped the headboard and bit her tongue to choke back her cries. Her eyes were welling with tears and she couldn’t tell if it hurt or if it felt so good it hurt anymore, until suddenly, without even realizing she was getting close, she clenched down hard as she came, losing control of her tongue and screaming. Jade did not relent, fucking her through it and dragging her hips up to meet her after Rose had collapsed back limp.

 

Jade howled when she finally finished, spilling deep inside Rose. Rose shivered at the sensation, groaning when Jade pulled out and she felt it dripping out of her.

 

“Oh,” Jade said, staring as Rose reached down to touch herself. She was so sore and it didn’t feel real until she brought her wet hand up to her mouth and sucked their combined taste off her fingers.

 

“That was quite remarkable,” Rose said. “Thank you, Jade.”

 

“No, thank you!” Jade insisted. “I didn’t hurt you, did I? You’re moving kind of funny.”

 

“Simply tired, I assure you,” Rose said. “Though I don’t think I’ll be up for another round for a few days. You’re quite gifted in regards to size.”

 

“Thanks!” Jade said again. She snuggled up next to Rose in the bed and yawned. Rose contemplated getting up to clean herself, but the idea of letting Jade’s mark linger on her body was quite enticing. Maybe she would leave it just a little while longer. Just while Jade napped.

 

Just a little shut eye, she assured herself as she was lulled by Jade’s breathing. Just a little.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Rose and Jade had a joint twenty first birthday party. Dave insisted having his own, which the girls found a bit ridiculous, but that was Dave and his insecurities for you. All the trolls were in attendance, and it had been Kanaya who had made Rose’s dress, cutting it to conceal the growing curve of her stomach. But no cute clothing could distract from the obvious fact that she was the only person at the party not drinking.

 

“Hey Rose, aren’t you going to enjoy your birthday?” John asked. His face was rosy and he had hit the stage of drunkeness where he hugged and hung on. Rose neatly dodged his attempt, allowing him to glom on to the nearby Karkat instead.

 

“I’m having a lovely time, I assure you,” Rose said. She patted her stomach absently, a habit she had recently developed despite her attempts to squash it. She wasn’t quite ready to admit that she was carrying Jade’s babies, especially after the unusual first ultrasound.

 

“I will have to enjoy extra hard for you!” John said. He beamed, and his smile was so like Jade’s it tugged on Rose’s heart a little. She wanted to tell him the good news, that he was going to be an uncle in just a few months, but her brain reminded her that it was best to wait. They had no idea how the pregnancy was going to end up. There was no documented cases of girl-dog hybrids fathering children, they were in whole new, wild territory.

 

Karkat wrestled John away, obviously struggling not to smile at John’s affectionate nuzzles. The two’s confusing on-again-off-again quadrant flipping romance must have been on again.

 

Rose settled on one of the couches to watch the festivities. Aradia was attempting to court Sollux into dancing, the young man shuffling awkwardly as she bopped along to the music. Jade had made Dave promise to not touch the stereo all night and it obviously pained him, but like his sister he found Jade’s almost literal puppy dog eyes impossible to resist.

 

“How’s my favorite sister doing?” Dave said, appearing as if straight from Rose’s thoughts to plop down on the couch next to her.

 

“Quite well, my only brother,” Rose answered, teasing. Bro’s status as both Dave’s father and brother was always amusing to bring up, just to watch Dave squirm.

 

“Noticed you’re not drinking,” Dave said. He was more observant than he let on.

 

“Shockingly enough, not everyone chooses to get black out drunk on their birthdays. Simply the company of friends in intoxicating enough.”

 

Dave gave her a hard look, apparent even through his shades.

 

“Rose!” Jade called, her timing impeccable as always, breaking the tension between the siblings. “Rose, dance with me!”

 

Rose obeyed her girlfriend’s request, letting herself be led and spun around the furniture by the tipsy girl. Their dance ended with Jade dipping Rose and laying a huge kiss on her, to the whoops and applause of the gathered guests.

 

When the party ended the girls stumbled off to bed without bothering to clean. That could come in the morning, when Jade was feeling less frisky. Rose enjoyed Jade when she had had a few, she was always more adventurous and less self conscious about the strange details of her private parts. She had adjusted well to having a cock, but even after years together she was hesitant to embrace the canine features of it. Rose had urged her but it was rare that Jade made her take the knot. It made Rose cherish the times when she did, savoring every moment of that intimate connection.

 

“I want you in me,” Rose whispered in Jade’s ear as they undressed each other. “All the way in.”

 

Jade shivered, pushing Rose down on all fours on the bed. When Jade was feeling particularly animalistic she preferred taking Rose from behind, where she could bite the back of Rose’s neck as if subduing her. Jade thrust two fingers into Rose, finding her wet enough to add a third immediately, stretching her in preparation for Jade’s quite large cock. Jade was rough, just the way Rose liked it. She was often amused to hear the others grouse about how sickening sweet they were, unaware of how wild and kinky Jade was in bed. Jade bit her ass, asserting her dominance before rising up on her knees and mounting Rose. She thrust in all at once, not giving Rose time to adjust to her thickness before starting to fuck. Rose gripped the sheets tightly and held on.

 

“You little slut,” Jade growled. “You need my cock don’t you?”

 

“Oh yes, Jade,” Rose moaned, feeling a bit silly. Jade loved dirty talk, but she wasn‘t the best at it. But still the intensity of the words always got Rose off. “I need it. I need all of it.”

 

“Fuck yeah, going to fill you up,” Jade continued chanting. “Going to fill you up.”

 

She was going deep with every jerk of her hips and Rose could feel the growing knot press against her at the apex of each thrust. Rose swallowed back drool. God she wanted it so bad.

 

“Yes, Jade, please,” Rose begged, honest in her eagerness if not her phrasing. “Make me take it. Make me take your knot.”

 

Jade slammed into her hard, working herself up until she was near her climax before making the final push, forcing Rose to open further, impossibly wide until the knot popped in. Rose’s body clenched down instinctively only to find itself unable to push out the intruder, the muscle spasms only urging Jade to work in deeper and making her come. Jade howled in pleasure, scratching Rose’s hips and pumping wave after wave of semen into Rose’s eager cunt. Rose reached down to rub her clit, only needing a few quick strokes to come herself, the contractions of her orgasm setting Jade off again.

 

They collapsed onto their sides, still locked together. Rose felt almost uncomfortably full. She was probably imagining it, but it felt like Jade had produced more semen than usual. She was looking forward to when Jade would soften and it would begin to leak out around her, making Rose’s thighs sticky. She loved feeling the evidence of their intimacy dripping from her cunt.

 

Jade was kissing the back of Rose’s neck and grinding against her still as she slipped out with a wet noise. She rolled Rose onto her back and knelt above her.

 

“Can we do it again?” she asked, pumping her cock in her hand. Rose couldn’t hold back an excited gasp. Jade was usually only good for one a night these days. She bet she would be able to feel it for days if Jade gave it to her that hard twice.

 

“Of course, Jade,” Rose said, pulling her down into a kiss. “I always want you, as often as you need.”

 

That was enough for Jade, who pushed back into Rose as soon as she was hard enough, displacing some of her own semen in the process. Rose felt it slipping out, loving the sensation. Soon Jade would be giving her even more. It appealed to a deep, primal part of Rose’s psyche, a part that she had psychoanalyzed countless times as she laid in bed after their lovemaking, more often now that she had become pregnant. She felt that the only thing more exciting than taking Jade’s knot was going to be giving her children.

 

“I want this forever,” Rose confessed. “I want to be your bitch.”

 

Jade loved it when Rose called herself that, and bit down on Rose’s neck as a reward. Rose knew she would be sore in the morning, but she didn’t care. She sometimes wanted there to be two of Jade, but she could never decide if she would want them both at once or one after the other, taking turns and dragging out the fucking, using Rose long after she had gone limp from exhaustion. She ran her fingers through Jade’s hair, tickling Jade’s fuzzy ears. Jade thrust harder, a wet slap punctuating each one. Jade aimed herself perfectly, knowing exactly where to hit to make Rose come from penetration alone.

Soon Rose did so, legs wrapped around Jade’s sides and heels digging into her back as she tried to hold Jade in her. She fell back as her orgasm subsided but Jade continued, her quick first orgasm meaning she was now ready for a nice, long fuck. Rose was beginning to ache by the time Jade felt ready to work her knot into Rose again. Even with Rose being so wet and well worn it was a stretch getting it in. Rose was too tired to come again, but she still clenched herself down to milk as much out of Jade as she could.

 

Afterwards Jade laid on her back in the bed, letting Rose lay on top of her until they could slide apart. She petted Rose’s hair as Rose drifted, not quite ready to fall asleep but too tired to make any large movements.

 

“Are we going to tell everyone soon?” Jade asked.

 

“I suppose we must,” Rose answered. “Not even Kanaya’s skills will be able to hide triplets forever.”

 

“I got you good, didn’t I?” Jade said. She giggled slightly.

 

“You did indeed,” Rose said.

 

“You’re all mine,” Jade said, hugging Rose tightly. “You’re so beautiful. Your babies are going to have the cute. All of it.”

 

“I wonder if they’ll have your ears,” Rose said.

 

“I hope they have your eyes,” Jade answered.

 

“Sometimes I agree with Dave that you are disgustingly sweet.” Rose was too content to sound anything but glad about it.

 

“I don’t care what Dave thinks I am as long as he babysits,” Jade said.

 

Jade eventually had to get up to fetch a rag to clean Rose off. They had learned the hard way that no matter how sexy the idea of falling asleep still dirty was, waking up stuck together was no fun at all.

 

“I know you’re embarrassed sometimes,” Rose whispered as Jade’s eyes were drifting close. “But you shouldn’t be. I love all of you, even the odd parts and I love it when you take me ways no one else can.”

 

“And you call me disgustingly sweet,” Jade said. She held Rose close as she settled down. Rose sat up for awhile longer, listening to Jade breathe and wondering if, should she really concentrate, she would be able to feel the heartbeats of the life inside her.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The children were over at John’s for the night, undoubtedly falling asleep to the dulcet tones of Nick Cage’s bad acting. Egbert was probably undoing all the good her listening to Mozart while they were in the womb had done, but she suppose sacrifices had to be made if she was ever going to get laid again.

 

Jade was fascinated with how big Rose’s tits had grown during her pregnancy. She could no longer cup them in one hand, instead Rose was almost as well endowed as Jade now. Her nipples were swollen and sore from using the breast pump and Jade felt it was her duty to kiss them better. She flicked her tongue over the tip of the left one then ran small circles around it, lapping up the small trickle of milk.

 

“Sorry, darling, I don’t think I have much left for you,” Rose said, scratching behind Jade’s ear. Jade kissed up to Rose’s chest and nuzzled her neck.

 

“That’s okay,” Jade said. She rubbed Rose’s pubic bone with the heel of her hand, pressure so close but so far from wear Rose wanted it. “Maybe there’s somewhere you’d prefer my mouth to be?”

 

“Teasing is not polite when I’ve been so patient already,” Rose said, wriggling to get Jade’s hand to go lower. Jade bit lightly on Rose’s neck in retaliation.

 

“Say please,” Jade ordered.

 

“Please,” Rose said flatly.

 

“Mean it.”

 

“Oh please love, I don’t know what I will do without your touch,” Rose continued, completely deadpan. Jade laughed and bit harder.

 

“You’re impossible,” Jade said before giving up and slipping down the need to kiss between Rose’s legs. Rose sighed and let Jade spread her open, pushing in with just one finger initially while sucking on her clit. They hadn’t had time for anything more than some quick handwork since the children had been born and Rose had been looking forward to it. Jade was even more enthusiastic than usual, twisting her fingers and probing to find all the spots she knew Rose liked her to touch. It wasn’t long until Rose was shivering with orgasm. Jade gave her clit one last quick kiss before pulling away, rising up above Rose and pulling Rose’s legs around her waist.

 

“Ready?” Jade asked and when Rose nodded she pushed in with a long groan. There was the initial discomfort that Rose expected, but it wasn’t fading as fast as it use to. When Jade started thrusting harder Rose winced. She tried to relax into it, but it was just too painful. Jade must have noticed the lack of her usual moans because she stopped.

 

“Still too sore?” Jade asked. Rose nodded and Jade pulled out as gently as she could.

 

“Sorry,” Rose said.

 

“Don’t be! You just had a baby,” Jade said. “We shouldn’t have tried to rush things.”

 

“True, but I have to admit I’m getting impatient.” She pushed her blonde hair off her sweaty face and tried not to pout. She just wanted to get fucked, dammit. “Would you mind finishing in my ass instead?”

 

“Rose,” Jade said seriously, clasping one of Rose‘s hands in hers. “When has anyone minded fucking your ass?”

 

Rose laughed and turned over to her stomach while Jade fumbled through the bedside drawer for the lube. Rose positioned herself over two pillows with her ass in the air and her legs spread as Jade warmed the lube on her fingers.

 

“Do you want it slow or fast?” Jade asked, circling Rose’s anus with her middle finger.

 

“Could you stand going slow?” Rose asked. “We do have all night.”

 

“Of course,” Jade assured her.

 

Jade did as she promised, using lots of lube and time to open Rose up, until it was actually Rose who was whining from her eagerness while Jade smirked.

 

“Get on with it, Harley,” she snapped.

 

“I don’t know Lalonde,” Jade said. “Maybe I should try to get a fourth one in first. Just to be safe.”

 

“No no no. No fisting until the kids grow teeth.”

 

“You’ll never be able to keep to that,” Jade said as she pushed her pinky in alongside the three longer fingers. “You love it.”

 

Rose kicked her feet and keened.

 

“Fuck me already,” she commanded.

 

Jade finally gave in, wiping her fingers off on her thigh as she snuggled up behind Rose and pushed the head of her cock inside easily.

 

“See, more than ready,” Rose said.

 

“Yeah, we’ll see if you agree when we get to the knot,” Jade said, sliding in halfway and beginning to thrust. Rose moaned in excitement. Rose had finally gotten up the nerve to confess to Jade how much she loved taking her knot several months ago and Jade had been teasing her ruthlessly ever since.

 

“I forgot how much I love your ass,” Jade gasped out, yanking Rose’s hips up so she could get a better angle. She refused to just let Rose lie there and take it, but neither did she let Rose take control and ride. Rather she pushed Rose’s legs apart enough that she couldn’t get good leverage and took advantage of the situation, pulling Rose up to meet her repeatedly like she was a rag doll. It was driving Rose crazy being reminded of how strong her girlfriend was. Rose gripped the sheets tight in her hands and cried out as her whole body was shaken with the intensity of the fucking.

 

“Jade please, please, now,” Rose begged.

 

“I’ll give it to you when I’m good and ready,” Jade said back. She redoubled her efforts, slamming Rose’s shoulders down flat on the bed with one hand on the back of her neck and grinding tight and deep into her ass. Rose thrashed but it just excited Jade more. “My little bitch.”

 

“Yours,” Rose agreed. She tried to get a hand under herself to rub her clit but Jade knocked it away.

 

“You don’t get to come until I say so,” Jade said. She bent in half over Rose and bit the back of her neck, pressing her down into the mattress so she was pinned. “Understand?”

 

“Yes,” Rose moaned.

 

“Good,” Jade said. She pulled out almost all the way and then slid back in, slowly and deliberately, pushing and pushing as Rose struggled to relax enough to accept the knot. When it finally sunk in both girls shouted. Jade let go of Rose’s neck and grabbed her hips, holding her still so she wouldn’t hurt herself by trying to pull away. Satisfied that they were locked together, Jade pulled Rose with her as she sat back, positioning Rose in her lap so she could get one hand between Rose’s legs and the other on her breast. Jade played with Rose until Rose was nearly howling.

 

“Please let me come,” Rose pleaded.

 

“Go ahead, baby,” Jade said, rubbing her fingers furiously over Rose’s clit, and Rose went off, clenching down around Jade and making her lose it as well. Rose shuddered as Jade spurted her come inside her. She had missed the sensation and the sense it gave her that Jade owned her. It seemed to go one for a long time, her perception narrowed down to the sensation of warmth pulsing and filling her up. When Jade’s orgasm finally subsided Rose slumped back against her, tugging experimentally to see if they were still firmly joined. Jade growled in response, pulling her down so they laid curled together on their sides, Jade still inside Rose.

 

They relaxed together in silence, Jade gradually softening enough to slip free of Rose, bringing a wave of her come with her. Rose whimpered at the feeling, rolling onto her stomach so the drip would last longer.

 

“You’re so dirty,” Jade commented, tracing Rose’s wet hole with her fingertip.

 

“Shut up, I’m trying to get some sleep here,” Rose complained. Jade curled up next to her and fell silent, letting Rose enjoy the afterglow as they drifted off.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Jadesprite was crying again.

 

This in itself was nothing special or worth noting, but there were some fundamental differences. For one, she was completely silent as the green tears ran down her cheeks, her hand placed over her mouth to muffle any noises she unintentionally made.

 

The reason for her crying was different as well. Currently she was in the grand foyer, hiding and watching Jade, the normal Jade, change. Jadesprite didn't want to alert the girl to her presence, especially since she currently had one of her hands wrapped tightly around the canine cock emerging from her body, pumping it back and forth lustfully.

 

Jade had just lit the forge, and now it was too hot for her old outfit. So she was changing into a new one, one that far better revealed her young body. Her feminine curves, her surprisingly ample chest, her perfectly round rear... Every bit of her body was on perfect display, and Jadesprite couldn't take her eyes off her other self. Jade had lost the dress she was looking to put on, or rather, Jadesprite had teleported it away while she wasn't looking. Jade had neglected to put her old one on while she searched for it.

 

Jadesprite suppressed an aroused moan, as Jade bent over right in view of her, giving her a perfect view of her tight little pussy and nice soft ass, and thoughts of all the things she could do to them forced their way into her head. These thoughts weren't really hers, you see. They belonged to her dog, Becquerel, who she had been prototyped with, and who she had been dismayed to learn had lusted after her for years, a fact which disturbed her for a multitude of reasons. The only thing which had held him back was Jade's ownership of him. The fact that she was his master, and he obeyed her every word, and would never touch her in such a way without permission.

 

Jadesprite of course, IS Jade in a way. There was no reason for her to be loyal to someone who is essentially herself. So, Becquerel's lust for her raged, with nothing to hold it back.

 

She tried to simply ignore it, but it was impossible to ignore it for long. Her and Becquerel shared the same body now, and his thoughts, his very being were working their way into her own, intertwining together. So here she was, staring at herself naked, hands on her cock which she no longer even bothered to question by this point, and silently crying because part of her still doesn't want to be doing this.

 

The other part of her however, was absolutely loving it, to her own disgust. So far as she was concerned, Jade's body was perfect. Every last inch of her, which she had watched grow more and more beautiful over the years, her body which he had taken care of and kept safe for so long, which he had loved so, so much for so long, was on full display to him. It was just so good, he couldn't take it anymore, he was about to...

 

"ARF!!!!!"

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2011-07-11 12:53 am (UTC)

Jade nearly jumped as the sound startled her, and she turned to the pile of stuffed, which is to say, taxidermied animals in the corner of the room, which Jadesprite had hidden beneath. She, meanwhile, was cursing inwardly as the pleasurable feeling faded. This wasn't the first time her inner thoughts had suddenly taken a decidely canine turn, and made her do something like, well... that. She just remained completely still, hoping that maybe, just maybe, Jade would think it was her imagination.

 

"Jadesprite??? Is that you?????"

 

Jadesprite slowly emerged from the pile of animals, new tears slowly forming in her eyes as she stared at Jade, stains of green cum obvious on her hands and fur. "Y-yes..."

 

"What... Oh my god, what the fuck were you doing?!?!" Jade boggled at Jadesprite aghast, her hands finally moving to cover her body as she saw the stains and saw the dog cock still sticking it out, making what Jadesprite had been doing obvious.

 

"I-I-I... I, I'm so soooooorryyyy!!!!!" Jadesprite promptly burst into tears, so ashamed of herself and her lack of self control.

 

"Ugh, you... you were... that's disgusting!!! I don't even know what to say, I just... aagh!!!" Jade turned to leave, grabbing her old clothes and just wanting to get away as quickly as she could, a desire that was interrupted as Jadesprite teleported in front of her.

 

"P-p-please, J-Jade, let me explain!!! I-it wasn't me, I m-mean, B-Bec, he-"

 

"GET AWAY FROM ME, YOU FUCKASS!!! I don't CARE what lame excuses you have!!" Jade started backing away, not wanting to be anywhere near her sprite right now. Unfortunately for her however, she wasn't paying attention to where she was going, and tripped over the alchemiter in the middle of the room, landing on it. "Ow, fuck!!!"

 

"A-are you alright, Jade?" Jadesprite asked, still sniffling a bit.

 

"I'm FINE!! I don't need any help from you, got it???" She rolled over onto her stomach, and began lifting herself up, pausing to rub a sore spot on her head, when suddenly she ran into some kind of invisible wall, keeping her from getting any higher, leaving her on her hands and knees. "Wh-what's going on??"

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2011-07-11 12:54 am (UTC)

 

Jadesprite was going on, of course. She was using her power to keep Jade still, and in a position he had dreamed about her in for so long. His master, in a perfect mating postion, presenting herself to him. Why, if he wanted to, he could mount her right now, just climb on top of her, and press his hips against hers, feel the soft flesh of her rump against his dick... Which, of course, he did, whimpering quietly at how nice it feels, while at the same time crying in horror as her body moves to do something she really doesn't want to do.

 

"Oh... o-oh my god, Jadesprite, PLEASE tell me you're not doing what I think you're doing!!!" Jade struggled, panicking as she was mounted by her sprite, who was holding onto her, making sure she couldn't move at all.

 

"W-wooof... I'm s-so sorry... mmmf... I-I can't help it!!! Arf..." Jadesprite shifted a bit, adjusting until she could feel Jade's pussy with the tip of her dick. She paused a bit, savoring the moment. Even Jadesprite couldn't deny that it felt wonderful. The feel of Jade's entrance against her, the heat coming off it, the light wetness... apparently Jade was just as conflicted on if she should be enjoying this or not.

 

"Let go of me RIGHT NOW, you stupid goddamn worthless sprite!!!" That's what Jade was saying, but of course, part of her was enjoying this. There was something oddly hot about her sprite watching her like that, and what was going on now... It was weird. REALLY weird. This is basically her, fused with her dog and given a cock, about to, well, rape herself! But somehow the weirdness of it was turning her on too...

 

"I'm sorry, I'm s-so sorry, you just... Mmmff, you smell so good, Jade..." Jadesprite whispered into Jade's ear, and indeed she did. The smell of Jade's wetness, her arousal, was completely overpowering to her canine part. And for her human part, which had never had to deal with a dog's sense of smell before? Any and all objections she had got pretty much tossed right out the window the moment that scent hit her nose, and she didn't hesitate in the slightest in thrusting straight into Jade's pussy, burying her length into her right up to the hilt, letting out a loud yip at how amazingly warm, tight, wet, and soft Jade's pussy is.

 

"A-aaaaaa!!! Oh my god oh my god oh my god, g-get oouuuuut!!!!" Jade shouted, groaning loudly in pain. It was way too much, way too fast, with no warning whatsoever, and it hurt enough to draw a few tears from her eyes, which only multiplied when Jadesprite thrusted again, and again, picking up speed and force every time, slamming into Jade's tight little pussy over and over. Yet, as time passed, it started feeling... good. Jadesprite's cock was like a dogs, and was oddly shaped, with a large bulge, her knot, at the base of it, slowly growing as time passed. Not that the rest of it was small, of course. It was filling Jade's virgin pussy up almost completely, stimulating her, sending bolts of pleasure through her body. And by the time she adjusted to the sensation completely, and the walls of her pussy stretched to accomodate Jadesprite's length, and the pain faded, Jade was absolutely loving it. She was bucking back to meet her sprite's thrusts, desperate to get her even deeper, to be fucked harder, a desire she had no problem vocalizing. "N... ngghh... You kn-know, you can... g-go a bit f-faster... I'm o-ok with it...!!"

 

Jadesprite practically squealed in excitement, overjoyed that Jade was actually enjoying this and that she wasn't some kind of horrible rapist. "A-alright!!! Woof woof!!" And with a sudden crackle of green, Jadesprite sped up. A lot. She was literally a blur, going faster than any human or dog could ever hope to fuck, pounding Jade's pussy so hard the girl found herself being scooted across the floor from the force she's being fucked with. In hardly any time at all, Jade is moaning loudly, as she climaxes, and her climax is more than enough to set Jadesprite off, crackling even more as she slams into Jade one last time, knotting with her as she cums inside her, filling Jade's insides up completely, excess spilling out onto the alchemiter beneath them.

 

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2011-07-11 12:54 am (UTC)

They just laid like that for a while, before Jadesprite finally pulled out. Jade barely even seemed to notice, having been fucked into a happy stupor. Jadesprite was happy as well... in fact, she couldn't remember when she had been this blissfully happy in her entire life, which now includes the span of several billion years. And now, looking down at Jade, the girl he had lusted after so long, lying on the ground, whimpering happily as his seed poured out of her...

 

She could get used to this.

 

 

 

 

And somewhere, in another universe, a splash of red genetic material hits a computer screen.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

~ On the 4th 8ilunar perigee of the 5th 8right season’s equinox ~

 

It has now 8een months since my arrival in this strange world; months since I found myself torn from my old life, months since I was ushered through a mystifying 8reach in reality and forced to meet my descendant and her posse of friends and foes alike.

 

My descendant – a rather provocative youngster who for all intents and purposes seems to 8e a slightly skewed duplic8 of myself – recently revealed to me that she was in possession of my journal for the centuries of sweeps since I last lived. It is in my hands again, and I have decided to 8egin writing once more, to rel8 the tales of my new life amongst my new companions. I can only hope my new tales are as illumin8ing and eventful as the old ones.

 

 

~ On the 18th 8ilunar perigee of the 5th 8right season’s equinox ~

 

Tonight I feel it fit to ela8or8 on a certain emerald-eyed creature, the human who refers to herself as Jade Harley. Her every 8ounce and stride seems to radi8 a kind of childish innocence, as if she has never known the terror of the real world. And yet at the same time, her sexual appetite seems insatia8le – she is a constant source of perverse humour, of 8row-raising, low-class comments that could only spawn from a juvenile, lust-driven mind.

 

From whence is this 8izzare dichotomy 8etween her purity and sensuality derived? Does the depraved soul of a true nymphomaniac lurk 8eneath her cheerful demeanour? Her willingness to 8e next to those close to her, even when there is no sexual incentive, leads me to 8elieve that this is not the case.

 

If that cannot 8e the proper explanation, why then does she seem so lustful at times?

 

I 8egin to think that perhaps her wanton 8ehavior stems from a natural need for companionship. A need to sati8 the desires of those around her. The girl does not see intercourse as simply a method for extinguishing the fires that 8urn within her, 8ut as a method for dousing the fires that 8urn in others.

 

Which 8rings me to the events that transpired last night. I’ve added another name to my growing list of sexual conquests. I can now say that I’ve experienced firsthand the intoxic8ing allure that has wrapped itself around that human, the girl who goes 8y the name Jade Harley.

 

The tale 8egan not only with the girl herself, 8ut with the expatri8’s 8lue-8looded descendant.  The girl had just emerged from the 8ath, covered with naught 8ut a single towel. She and I were discussing the 8oy – who goes 8y the name Equius – and I confessed to her a desire to know him in a more...intim8 sense. She thought it fit to joke a8out my sudden need for a towel. I thought it fit to steal hers, instead.

 

And so, with an elegant swoop, the towel was whisked away 8efore she had the opportunity or presence of mind to react, and she found herself 8ared 8efore me in her entirety. I’ll admit I found the sight more than a little enticing; her willingness to disro8e at the drop of a needle is legendary, 8ut seeing the girl exposed to me like this was a new and very welcome sens8ion.

 

My hungry eyes took in the su8tle curve of her 8reasts, the shape of her hips and a8domen, the delightful little pink slit that she tried so desper8ly to hide 8etween her legs. Despite her perverse nature, she seems to turn around so quickly when her control is wrested from her. I looked upwards to find a face flushed red with em8arrassment, and a childish pout.

 

She insisted that, as I had stolen her only source of cover, and as I had seen her in the nude, it was only fitting that I reveal myself to her as well. She called it fair.

 

Fair?

 

For a moment, my mind flashed 8ack to memories of that neophyte legislacerator.

 

I shook the thought from my mind. I no longer cared to dwell over past h8red, and there were more pressing matters to attend to.

 

The girl was adamant – if she was to 8e naked, I must join her. I chose instead to teach her a lesson on the virtues of sensuality, un8uttoning my jacket and wrapping it around her shoulders. Naturally, she was at first confused 8y the gesture. Why should I provide her with solely the jacket, if her entire 8ody needed covering? Should I not provide garments for her lower half, as well? Alone, the jacket could just 8arely 8e used to conceal her sex.

 

8ut that, my dear Jade, was the very virtue of the gift you were given - and so, I questioned her. Is the look not appealing enough to satisfy you? There is a certain air of mystery that enshrouds your most priv8 spot, and this jacket serves to accentu8 it, to supplement the allure. What sort of treasure lies hidden 8eneath that oh-too-short scrap of cloth? The thirst for that knowledge is enough to drive any man wild – or any woman.

 

She seemed to take my lecture to heart, taking hold of the jacket and pulling it downwards, leaning in towards me to flash a sultry wink. My approval was voiced immedi8ly.

 

Inspired, the girl decided to put on a 8it of a show for me. Whether she truly meant to entice me or merely to test her a8lities I will never know, and I care not. She proved herself far more delicious and sultry than I could have ever imagined.

 

She 8egan 8y taking a step 8ack, twirling herself around with gusto, the jacket fluttering upwards and granting me the 8riefest of glances at her exposed rear. Her rosy cheeks seemed so soft, so inviting. I wonder if all humans possess these qualities, or if they are a virtue shared 8y her and the other human girl alone.

 

Regardless, she continued her show o8livious to my wandering thoughts, 8ouncing her way over to the edge of my recuperacoon and taking a seat. Here, she allowed the jacket to hang open, giving me a delecta8le view of her 8reasts, just 8arely slipping out from 8eneath the fa8ric, and she crossed her legs to prevent my gaze from drifting downwards. Once again I made my approval known, and she responded with glee. She spread her legs for me – two fingers alone served to cover her precious opening - and she threw her head 8ack to allow her hair to flow out 8ehind her.

 

With this sight, it took all of my concentration to 8end my 8ody to my will, and keep myself from lunging forward and ravishing the girl. At this point I could tell that she was aware of my arousal, and her actions matched her newfound awareness. She stood up and strode over to the wall, pressing her 8ody against it and leaning forwards. Her rear end was left completely exposed, her legs opened just enough to grant me a teasing glimpse of her sex. Her arms were splayed out against the surface, and then she turned, and she gave to me the most sultry look she could muster.

 

I never would have imagined such a 8old display from the girl. It ignited a fire deep within me, and it drove me forwards, urging me to pin her against the wall and press myself against her. It was too l8 for her to 8eg mercy, to pass it off as a mere joke, 8ut I don’t 8elieve she would ever have wanted to. I leaned in to her ear and whispered, making my intentions known.

 

I wanted to...no, I would fuck her.

 

I would make her scream my name.

 

And I would empty myself inside her, whether she accepted it or not.

 

8ut, as I expected, the needs for either force or manipul8ion did not present themselves. When I expressed my desires to her, she pushed herself further 8ack and su8mitted her quaking hips as evidence to her own desires. My response was quick as I leaned in to kiss her cheek 8efore nipping and tugging at the skin on her shoulders. The spots flushed with red, ringed 8y 8lue smudges of lipstick. A 8eautiful pattern, 8efitting the 8eautfiul girl and, if I may 8e so 8old, her partner.

 

I stepped 8ack for just a moment to stretch my undershirt up over my head, and then un8uckled my 8elt, letting my trousers drop. This revealed a pair of 8lack panties with a red design on them – made to resem8le a 8lack-widow – and those too fell 8efore too long.

 

Even the few short moments it took to disro8e proved far too long under the heated influence of lust, and soon I was pressed 8ack against her. My 8reasts squished themselves up against her 8ack, flattening themselves out and eliciting from her a sweet moan. I took her hand in mine and led it towards the gap 8etween my legs, and there she found that my petals had already 8egun to form themselves into a 8ulge. She seemed shocked at first, gasping and craning her head to look at me.

 

Perhaps this was her first encounter with the duality of our genitalia? The clown surely wouldn’t dare allow himself to suffer the “indignity” of acting the part of the female during their love-making. For that matter, almost all men seem incapa8le of taking on the role of the receiver – they seek only to domin8. It’s a shame, for they 8ifurc8 their experience and render themselves incapa8le of enjoying intercourse to it’s fullest extent.

 

8ut I digress. Despite her initial surprise, the girl warmed up to me almost immedi8ly, firmly grasping the 8ulge and pulling it closer to her aw8ing folds. Words cannot express the magnitude of the desire that coursed through my veins...8ut still my first thought was not to take her forthwith, 8ut to tease her. And so, I 8rought myself tantalizingly close to the opening 8efore me, the slit that she had 8ared for me alone, 8ut I did not enter it. The 8ulge slid 8ack and forth 8etween her thighs, lightly 8rushing against the spot, 8ut it denied her the satisfaction that she sought.

 

Even when I chose, finally, to penetr8 her soft and delicious flesh, only the very tip of my 8ulge was permitted entry. I let it enter her – the sens8ion elicited a soft gasp from the girl, and sent a jolt of pleasure from our connection up through my nerves. Moments later I retracted the mem8er, to provide another wave of prodding and poking, to tease her more, 8efore letting the tip slip 8ack into her em8race.

 

It was not long 8efore I had the girl writhing in anticipation, her thin frame pressed against the wall, her delightful little rump pushing out, trying desper8ly to envelop my 8ulge. Leaning forwards, I could already detect a faint panting sound, yet another indication of the arousal that was overpowering her senses. It was a symphony to my greedy ears and it drove me onwards – I planted 8oth hands on her hips and let loose a sudden, powerful thrust, strong enough to push my 8ulge past her entrance, and em8ed myself deep within her folds. She let out not only a gasp 8ut an unrestrained moan, and she fell 8ack against the wall for support...I will admit even I could not withstand the force and the feeling of my own movement, and a moan 8u88led it’s way out of my throat as I pressed the girl against the wall and 8uried myself as deeply inside her as I could.

 

That alone could not s8 my appetite, however, and I 8egan to move immedi8ly. She received no more gentleness or foreplay – our intercourse was rough and it was fast. I pounded into her with an astonishing gusto, surprising even myself, and she was happy to have her 8ody so utterly taken 8y me. Her moans were una8ashedly loud, echoing throughout my cham8ers, and they were soon joined 8y a lewd and wet sound as fluids 8egan to spill from our connected sexes.

 

She was supporting herself weakly, her outstretched arms pressed up against the wall, pushing 8ack and leaving her chest exposed. I decided to exploit this vulnera8lity, groping and kneading at her two 8reasts, pinching her nipples 8etween my thum8 and forefinger. That alone had her reeling in pleasure 8ut it still did not seem enough, and so I allowed one of my hands to slink down her stomach and fall 8etween her legs, rolling my fingers around the little 8ul8 that rested just a8ove the her entrance.

 

She let loose another 8lissful moan, 8ut this time as the moan su8sided I could hear something more. 8arely a whisper, 8ut the girl was 8egging me to continue, to give her more. I cannot descri8e how 8eautiful it was – to 8e inside Jade Harley, to 8e ravishing her and using her as I saw fit, and to have her 8eg me for more, 8eg for me to fuck her raw...

 

The electric feeling pulsed through my flesh, stronger and stronger with every thrust, and I was more than happy to o8ey her request. I could feel her tightening around me, and her voice was 8eing lost to her screams of pleasure, screams that 8urned with a passion8 intensity...

 

With a final, strangled gasp and what I sounded almost like a howl of joy, she climaxed, her 8ody going rigid as she 8it down on her lip to keep her moans at 8ay – and then with one great shudder, her nectar 8egan to splash out, streaming down our legs and pooling on the ground, and she fell limply against the wall. Her arms 8y now could 8arely support her weight and I found myself slamming her ever tighter against the wall to keep her held up. A weak voice called out to me, 8egging for me to fill her up, for me to climax alongside her – 8ut I was not yet satisfied.

 

I gave her a few peaceful seconds of rest, pressed unmoving against her 8ack while her fluids still dripped down from 8etween us, 8ut then I 8egan to move again. No longer thrusting, I was grinding against her crotch, keeping myself closely connected to her. The feeling was past amazing; a thousand fireworks exploding into their own little showers of ecstasy, shooting through every nerve in my 8ody and thumping in my 8rain...allowing myself to fall prey to 8estial desire I leaned forwards, tugging and 8iting at her neck, not enough to harm the girl 8ut enough to draw 8lood...to taste that wonderful sanguine flow...

 

Guided not 8y my will 8ut 8y instinct, one hand still worked away at her 8reast, fingers pinching the nipples and palms kneading into the soft mound, and one worked down 8elow, slick with her fluids. I was vaguely aware of her voice calling my name, 8ut the sound seemed to exist in another world altogether, for I knew only the pleasures of her flesh, and the sens8ions that were quickly flooding my core, willing me to give in, to release the tension that was filling me up...

 

Finally I o8liged 8oth her calls and those of my 8ody, and I let the orgasm overtake me. A dreamy sort of 8liss wrested control from me, and I could feel my hot, sticky, cerulean fluids gushing forth, spurting out in waves from my puls8ing 8ulge, and as they did so I 8uried my head into her silky sweet hair and so too did my hips move to 8ury my heaving 8ulge further inside her...now my own voice felt disconnected from me, and I could hear myself growling and moaning, letting out a deeply satisfied snarl...I haven’t the faintest idea how long it lasted, how much time I spent trem8ling as I let it all out, as the fluids slowly spilled over and joined hers in trailing down our legs in little streams...8ut eventually I had emptied myself completely, and once I was spent I sank down alongside her and pulled her into my em8race.

 

As we sank, I saw my cerulean material spilling forth from her loins, and her scarlet 8lood dripping from her neck. I lapped it up immedi8ly, and coated the area with kisses. That done, I turned to her and noticed that she had a glazed look in her eyes, one that shone with the utmost satisfaction. I still find it mystifying how eager she is – the faintest of murmurs escaped her lips once we reached the floor, “Thank you.” It was a8surd! I had just taken her, and done with her what I pleased, and she found this a reason to 8e gr8ful!

 

At that time, for the 8riefest of moments. I wondered if she truly was motiv8ed solely by a thirst for sexual satisfaction – I wondered if she saw my company only as a method for release...8ut for now I shall stand 8y my original hypothesis: the girl desires nothing more than to share the warmth and 8eauty of a carnal connection with her friends. And I am quite certain she considers me a close companion – she is eager to spend time with me regardless of the possi8lity of a sexual outcome.

 

For now, I will w8. It seems quite likely that we shall have another encounter, though I know not when and I know 8etter than to seek one out unnecessarily. 8e sure, Jade Harley, that I will 8e keeping a close eye on you; eventually I will learn your secrets, and discover exactly what drives you.

 

In the meantime, I suppose I shall concentr8 my efforts on another - I still desire the expatri8’s descendant, Equius. Perhaps I can persuade him to su8mit himself to me...8ut that is a tale for another day.

 

For now, I set down my pen, and I 8id you farewell.

 

 

 

 

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Vriska’s bulge tents the front of her stupid tangerine pants. It's squirming and absolutely unmistakable, and when you grab her thigh and wrench it up, you can smell that she’s starting to stain herself blue.

 

“Really?” you say, contemptuous. "This is what gets you off?"

 

“I’m not like that,” she protests, but it’s tellingly whiny. (You both know the answer anyway.) “I don’t want—”

 

You grab her, and she writhes frantically in your fingers, humping your hand.

 

“No,” she says, “oh, fuck no, don’t touch me, don’t you dare—” Her bulge is trying to rip through the cloth to get to you. You give it a few firm strokes, face set in disinterest, and she crumples into moaning.

 

You pull her pants down. She gets out, “Terezi, fucking stop—” and then you shove your fingers deep into effortlessly slick, wide-open heat.

 

She clamps down around you with a desperate wail of “no,” and then she’s humping back and forth between your two hands, absolutely frantic. Trickles of blue run down your wrist; her bulge has swollen so much it can hardly bend, and her nook is so, so wet.

 

“No, I don’t want this,” she whines, and sits down on your hand, enveloping your bony fingers easily. “Don’t make me, I don’t want to, it’ll be embarrassing—”

 

"You sound like a wiggler!" you say, "If you keep it up I will spank you for your childishness."

 

In the meantime, you shove your hand the rest of the way into her ready nook. She clamps down around it with another wail of “Doooooooon’t.” Her bulge jerks against her stomach. You let it curl through your fingers, and she shrieks, “Stop that! I don’t wanna!”

 

You tug on her bulge warningly.

 

“Fuck,” she groans. “Oh, oh, oh, noooooo, stop, no, I don’t wanna—” She thrashes in your grip, fucking herself back and forth in your hand, hips rolling, stuffed with your fist.

 

You brace to hold her. "You're a liar, Vriska Serket," you say, voice gone gravelly and mouth dry as chalk.

 

“You’re disgusting,” she gasps, “I hate you, no no no stop fuck no stop fuck me—” Her nook seizes. “No, no don’t don’t make me come—” She grabs her bulge with both hands, working it furiously, hips circling.

 

You press your knuckles into her slippery-hot insides. “Nooo,” she pants, “nooo, I’m so dirty and disgusting and horrible, fuck me oh god,” and you circle your wrist in her, bite her neck and breathe, “yes you are.”

 

She bends over for you, shuddering as your hand slips free. You rub up against her ass, letting her feel the way your bulge presses between her cheeks through your leggings. Then you roll them down, freeing yourself.

 

Your wet bulge slides down the curve of her skinny grey ass, and she whispers ‘no’ again, convulsive and faint with pleasure. Beyond words, you curl your bulge into her and she shudders down on you, moaning, her hair swaying. A few licorice-black strands stick to her back, and they fill you with hateful tenderness.

 

You hit her thigh with a closed fist; she screams and bucks back onto you. Her bulge twists around itself, frantic. You can feel her sweat, her heavy breathing, and you shove her forward so she can’t move, pin her to the wall by her stupid horns and claw at her tits, twisting her nipples until she shrieks.

 

You worm your bulge out of her greedy nook and start working its slick tip against her waste chute.

 

“I’m dirty,” she keens, “I’m horrible, hurt me, hurt me—”

 

You slap her bulge. She yelps. It’s choked and horrible and she humps back against your bulge, shuddering, and it’s not enough so you shove her onto her hands and knees and mount her like a beast. You hold her in place with claws and teeth and listen to her spilling out all her vulnerabilities. Her bulge finds its sweet way into your nook as she drips onto the floor and shrieks and stretches around you.

 

When she comes  it’s effortful, she groans and strains and gasps and her nipples are hard under your fingertips, her stomach jerks taut and her nook squeezes needily on nothing. Then she’s dripping genetic material right on the floor, wailing, “oh, oh, oh” as it patters thickly out of her. She goes rigid and trembling inside you as your bulge massages it out of her, and it is terribly good.

 

You wring her out. You wring her out until she stinks of sex and is the colour of midnight and covered in bruises. Then you shove her down with your body and grind her hips into her mess, her wasted material, and she moans wantonly, like the licentious unlawful piece of business that you both know she is.

 

You manage to hold off coming until you get a bucket. You stick it between your trembling thighs and lean forward to rub your bulge against the smooth, cool plastic, and then you’re choking, coming, fingers kneading the outside of your nook, rocking in the center of a world of vermilion pleasure.

 

When you can finally smell again—when the velvety sensation of come sliding out of you is no longer the only thing you know—you see Vriska on her back, passed out, legs wide, bulge still squirming and nook lacquered with come, and you shove your hands between your legs again, bent double over the bucket.

 

You try to keep your eyes on her even as they roll back.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

They walk, a giant of a woman and a runt of a boy, alone together through the endless expanse of this arid desert. The black, inky sky above them is dotted with an innumerable amount of twinkling white stars, shining down on them alongside the two strange moons and serving to illuminate the way. Frigid winds blow across the winding dunes, causing the boy to raise his hood higher. She, however, is completely undeterred, having already spent most of her life in such an environment. The Signless troll clings to the Dolorosa's elegant shawl, shivering from the cold night air. She does not resist, always happy to shelter him from the harshness of this land. He looks up at his adoptive 'Lusus', taking in the warm, comforting aroma of her finely sewn, though sand-worn dress.

 

How she towers above him.

 

For as long as he can remember, the sight of her tall, proud figure has been both comforting and intimidating. His very first memories are of her, cradling him in her powerful arms. She completely abandoned her sacred duties to selflessly ensure his survival, raising and protecting him against all manner of threats. Now six solar sweeps old, the Signless still finds himself relying on her guidance on many things, but he is strong enough now to take care of himself against (most) hostile wildlife. Fondling his weapon, a rusty sickle plundered from an old ruin, he then clutches her hand tightly, feeling her fingers firmly wrap around his hand as they continue onwards. The Dolorosa soon stops to glance up towards the sky, her expression changing to one of apparent concern. They've been traveling for what must have been hours, and she was uncertain as to when the sun would rise. Though she can fully withstand its blistering rays, an attribute exclusive only to her caste, the boy, even with his mutant blood color, would likely have not fared so well. She must find shelter, and she must find it soon.

 

He notices her pick up speed, briskly moving towards something in the far off distance. She had to squint to better see, for her night-vision was naturally weaker than his. There were some difficulties in adjusting to a life in the night, but it was one she'd felt was worth it. He yawns out, visibly quite exhausted from their long, arduous trek. Noticing this, she stops, walking over towards him and then picking him up with her arms, his weight slightly straining her strong arms. Oh, how far they've come! He may no longer be that helpless little grub, and was still on his way to becoming a strong adult, she knew that she would always be his custodian, his guardian. And he would forever be her precious wriggler. Now seated on her shoulders, the boy lovingly runs his fingers through her dark hair as she strokes his cheek, soothing him until the gentle embrace of sleep comes. She smiles, before carefully making sure her tall horns do not accidentally stab him.

 

Satisfied that he was safe enough, the Dolorosa slowly proceeded on, digging her toes into the cool, shifting sands to better ensure support. The sensation is not at all unfamiliar to her, as she'd shunned wearing absolutely any footwear since her childhood, and she indeed finds it to be rather relaxing. It was a choice that she never once regretted, even despite the odd things she might accidentally step on. The Signless begins to shift slightly, wrapping both of his hands around her horns. She smiles once more, wondering as to what he might have been dreaming of, and hoping they were pleasant this time. These past few days he'd been plagued with various nightmares, waking up screaming and babbling incoherently about "the wicked empress". Surely he couldn't have been talking about *her*?! No, he practically knew nothing of the Hemospectrum and all the atrocities associated with it, outside of the fact that thanks to his rich crimson blood, he would have been considered an outcast, fit only to be slain.

 

Thankfully, they had both had almost no contact with any other Trolls, living nomadically, constantly darting off from cave to ruin, never able to stay at one place for too long. Numerous complications, such as cave-ins, deadly beasts or even an unfortunate Imperial Drone encounter, forced them to constantly wander. It almost felt as if the fates conspired to keep them from having a stable home... Yet this harsh, unforgiving wilderness *was* home, for it was only here that they would be free from the tyranny of the Alternian Empire.

 

She sighs out before she focuses back on what's ahead of her, squinting against the darkness to try and get a clearer view. Her eyes widen as she finds that it is the entrance to a cave. How fortuitous indeed! She'd begun fearing that they would have had sheltered under the trees. If the shading proved too weak against the blistering sun then... That was a risk she just wasn't willing to take. Carefully, she proceeded to adjust the position of the boy, cradling him in her arms now as she promptly made her way down towards the cave. Though he was average of height for one of six sweeps, she stood at almost eight feet tall, though such great sizes were common amongst her blood. Her great stature was a facet she was neither ashamed nor proud of, though at times she would feel worried that the boy might have felt needlessly intimidated.

 

Several minutes later, they eventually arrived at the mouth of the cave. The Dolorosa breathes out, she herself feeling rather exhausted from their difficult journey. She wanted little more now than to join her companion in another peaceful slumber. She moves in, stroking the Signless's hair as she notices him begin to shift slightly, mumbling slightly. More bad dreams? She frowned at the thought, hugging him closer to her breast. Though she could protect him from many things, she was powerless against these nightmares. All she could do was offer her inexhaustible comfort and support. She cared for this boy more than she'd ever cared for anyone in her entire life, even despite the secrets she may have kept from him.

 

The cave extended downwards, meaning that she needed to keep her footing stable. She didn't want to trip and injure the boy, now did she? Entering down, she found that the cold, smooth terrain of the cave welcoming in comparison to the ever shifting, soft sands she was most accustomed to walking across. Inside, she was greeted only by darkness, and she perked her ears up for any signs of possible residents. Outside of her charge's soft breathing and the dripping of water further in, there was only silence. Moving in further enough into the cave so that they were away from the entrance, she then placed the boy down by the wall, kissing his cheek and patting his hair lovingly before then curling down besides him, smiling once more as she notices him embrace her. As mature and as tough as he may try to look, she knew he was a sweet soul. Eventually, the embrace of sleep overtook the Dolorosa, and she eventually joined the Signless in peaceful repose...

 

-

 

Through this endless nothing he runs.

 

He does not know where is going, only that he must get away from her as fast as he can. He must get away. The boy cannot see her, he cannot see anything, but it feels as if she is all around him. Only darkness surrounds him, a thick, engulfing blackness that threatened to strangle him like the tentacles of a mighty, unfathomable monster. A horrendous, evil cackling echoes throughout, causing the boy to run as fast as he possibly can. Suddenly, the scene shifts, and he finds himself falling, screaming out as he descends into the voids of oblivion.

 

Her laughter grows louder and louder as he flails, before a tentacle shaped from the inky blackness wraps around him. He struggles, but cannot break free of its grip, only able to call out for his beloved Lusus, yet he knows she is not here and he is alone, he is all alone and the realization of this is enough to almost bring him to tears but he knows he must be strong that is what she always told him he MUST stay strong. A powerful and sleek figure, seemingly made from the inky void, emerges out of the darkness, and in horror he realizes it is her; the Empress of Alternia. He has never seen her before in his entire life outside of these dreams, these dreams that tell him so many wicked and wondrous things, of the long lost past and the uncertain future. It all just comes to him, as if they were but memories.

 

Memories, perhaps, that are not even his own.

 

The Empress proceeds to grin widely, baring rows of vicious, knife-like teeth, yet it is her eyes that disturb him the most, for she does not have any. Only searing white greets him as she stares at her, trying his best not to show fear. He must not show fear, he must not be weak. She only grins further. Enraged, the boy loudly curses at her, desperately struggling against the void as she continues to mock him, her shrill, disturbing laughter amongst the vilest sound he ever heard. The wicked seadweller encircles him, her evil sneer growing ever further as she notices how helpless he is. She playfully fondles her golden trident, radiant and striking against the sheer darkness of this place. He struggles further and further, but it is in vain, only causing the girl to clutch her sides in cruel laughter.

 

What he does know of her is that she is the face of this accursed Empire; this Empire built on nothing but mindless cruelty and subjugation. Of course he hates her, and she too loathes him greatly. She despises him because of the putrid crimson blood coursing through his veins. She despises him because he is new, he is different, and difference represents all that is against her and her Empire...

 

Revolution.

 

Then, another figure appears, this time floating down from above. Another woman, though he cannot make out what she looks like. What he can make out is that the presence of this being fills him with utter happiness. The smiles of the Empress does not wane, even as she slowly begin to fade away, vanishing entirely once the blessed figure waves an ill-defined arm, causing the tendril around the boy to loosen and fade. With it, the witch soon vanishes, the void's darkness no longer as threatening to him. He runs to her, but finds that his mind cannot comprehend her form. He sees a striking feminine shape, but the color does not stay consistent, constantly shifting from a striking emerald to darker, more earthly hues. She is beauty beyond comprehension. Pure warmth and kindness seems to emanate from this entity, and the boy carelessly runs towards her, wrapping his arms around the ethereal being in a tight hug as an invigorating feeling washes over him, completely overtaking all of his senses.

 

Love? No, this was rather different; it was far more primal... A more basic, primitive instinct....

 

Lust.

 

-

 

The Signless awakens to the distant sounds of struggle.

 

He is in a cave, curled up on the cold rock floor. His Lusus is nowhere in sight, a fact which quickly begins to worry him while he moves upwards towards the noises. There was definitely no time to ruminate on the strange dream, or of the soreness around his testicles. Though it is humiliating and sometimes even painful, he's learned to ignore it well enough. Shaking his head, the boy ran quicker, fearing greatly that his Guardian might be in danger. Though she is such a strong woman, and very much capable of defending herself against almost anything out here, there had still been a few close calls in the past.

 

The battle appears to be growing further intense. The boy wastes no time getting to the mouth of the cave as fast as his legs can, noting the darkness of the sky. It is still evening, thankfully. He steps out into the cool air, looking up and watching the grey clouds slowly drift by the night sky, wondering on how long was left until the sun rose again. His custodian and her aggressor are nowhere in sight, yet a smatter of rich jade on the ground catches his eye, causing his eyes to widen as panic almost overtakes him. It was blood, her beautiful emerald blood, meaning that she was hurt! Trying his best to remain calm, the Signless reached for his sickle, only to realize all too late that it wasn't even on him! The sounds of the struggle grew louder, leading him to decide to run towards the noises instead of wasting time looking around for the weapon.

 

Heading up a small dune hill, he followed more splatters of green against the black sands, his heart rapidly beating in anxiety. Once high enough, the boy was greeted by a direct view of the fight between his Lusus and a voracious man-sized Centipede. Freezing up, his eyes widened. He was too stunned with fear to do anything but watch the fight unfold. The Dolorosa charged at it, wielding his sickle in one hand. Her dress was tattered from the waist down, exposing her lengthy, strong legs, which were covered in numerous cuts and gashes, several bleeding her precious jade blood out into the sand. She was not slowed down at the least however, fearlessly circling the horrid beast and dodging each of its lunges at her. As she swiped the sickle at it, the centipede began to crawl backwards, digging several of its longer legs into the sand before then abruptly letting out a shrill hiss, leaping into the air and pouncing at the Dolorosa. Unable to properly react in time, she was thrown to the ground, allowing the creature to then constrict its segmented body around her torso.

 

Mouth hung agape, the Signless uselessly watched her struggle to break free, rolling on the ground to try and pry the creature off her. Alas, its grip was far too strong, and her attempts on getting away only cause the Centipede to wrap itself tighter around her, burying several of its legs into the sand to anchor them down as it hissed and bit, spittle flying out of its circular, toothy maw. It manages to bite her abdomen, tearing off a part of her dress and exposing the skin beneath. Before it could attempt to injure her, she instantly cries out, distracting the beast enough to headbutt it beneath the neck area, successfully stabbing her lengthy through its softer underbelly and causing it to pull away screeching, lime blood spraying out of the wound and all over the Dolorosa.

 

Now freed, the Dolorosa immediately runs at the downed monstrosity, stomping on the top of its head as she then slashed the sickle across its neck, piercing through its softer carapace. She continued mercilessly slashing until it finally stopping moving, signified by the last of its numerous twitching legs growing limp. She did nothing but pant heavily, dropping onto her knees. Staring upwards, her eyes widen as she notices the Signless standing on a dune hill, watching the entire battle. The woman was given little time to get up before he speeded over to her, embracing his injured guardian in a tight hug. He sobbed loudly, tears streaming down his face while he babbled out incoherently on her shoulder, absolutely relived that she was alright. She returns the hug, returning his sickle to him and wrapping her arms around his body as she whispered words of comfort to him, her fingers gently running over his hair. That always helped calm him down, and his crying soon slowly subsided. She didn't fault him for being too afraid to help, and was actually relived that he didn't join. How would she handle it if he had gotten grievously injured? The few close calls they had in the past would still haunt her dreams, alongside her deeper shame...

 

Wiping his tears away, the Signless glances down at her legs, noting a heavy gash on of her thighs was still bleeding out. Despite this, she was still able to get up even without his support. The Dolorosa stood tall and proud, barely even flinching at any pain those wounds should have surely been causing her. This was a quality of her that the boy loved dearly, glad that he was being raised by such a strong, beautiful and steadfast woman. His eyes had "involuntarily" affixed themselves on her exposed legs, observing just how shapely they were. Even while wounded they were extremely alluring, so finely sculpted from sweeps of crossing this desert. He was reminded of the dream he'd just had, and of the mysterious green woman in it... Surely it couldn't have been her?! And yet, who else could it have possibly been? The boy promptly shook his head, banging his knuckles against his skull. This was not the time for such lewd thoughts; how could dare think of how attractive her legs were instead of her injuries!

 

She doesn't appear to notice him, since she was preoccupied with the dead Centipede, crouching by it and proceeding to then lift it up by the head. Though the thing was almost around her length, she was able to lift it up almost effortlessly, moving forward to drag it towards their cave. The Signless ran over to try and help her, hesitating at first due to how grotesque it looked. He noticed that it seemed to have a trail of what looked like bulbous green 'eyes' dotted all over its body, a few of which had begun leaking pus. Taking as deep a breath as he could, he then attempted to lift its lower end, dropping it immediately once he felt the slimy carapace. Seeing this, the Dolorosa only smiled slightly, shaking her head to let the boy know that she could handle this herself. His eyes dart down to her legs, nervously observing the blood slowly seeping out from the deeper wounds.

 

It worries him greatly, but she barely appears fazed by it. He did note a slight limp to her overall sturdy walk, however, which really didn't help him feel any better. He follows her, keeping close behind her as she effortlessly dragged the carcass uphill. A small trail of jade blood followed them both, though her bleeding was beginning to stem somewhat. Remembering what she'd told him about how resilient trolls were in general, and how those in her caste were able to recover from wounds slightly faster than those below calmed him enough, though he still couldn't help but feel terrible in seeing his Lusus injured like this. He should have helped! Even if he didn't have a weapon, he could have distracted it or just done something other than stand around like a coward! But he was just so very frightened. Though it was shameful, he knew that she would have understood, as her kindness truly knew no bounds.

 

The sky had lightened considerably during the fight, turning from a cool, inky black to a light blue. He loved the sight of it, though they rarely slept outside. His lusus greatly feared the sun and how it would affect him, and so they would always shelter underneath any nearby caves or ruins. For one reason or another, they were never allowed to have a consistent home, always forced out of their current residence eventually. It was like a curse following them, and at times the Signless wondered if it was due to his mutant blood. As if the gods themselves were offended by his existence. That was a prospect that worried him, though spirituality was something he never thought much on. Finally, after what seemed like many sluggish hours, they made their way back to the mouth of the cave. He continued to stick close by the Dolorosa throughout, trying his best to not look at her injuries or the grotesque beast she was hauling. She steps inside first, effortlessly dragging the entirety of the carcass into the cave. She rests up against the cave wall, exhausted from the ordeal. The Signless immediately pounces on her, trapping her in yet another tight hug. Smiling, she carefully wraps her arms around him as well, caressing him back.

 

Though she is covered with blood, both of her own and of the monster's, the Signless wasn't deterred at all, burying his face deeply in her chest and taking in the wonderful aroma of her now tattered dress. Now together, they cherish the moment for what feels like many a blissful eon, grateful that they were both alive and safe. She eventually breaks the hug, crawling over towards the carcass and kneeling besides it. He remained by the wall, closely observing as she used both of her arms to attempt prying the creature's plates off. He was rather disgusted at the prospect that they were going to eat it, but the heavy rumbling in his stomach proved stronger, and he trusted that she knew it would be edible enough. Besides, it wasn't like they hadn't eaten stranger things before. He could manage this.

 

With a sick cracking sound, she separated several of its segmented plates, exposing the disgustingly squishy looking flesh underneath. Glancing back at the Signless, she then requests that he go collect firewood from the outside. He appears concerned, not wanting to leave her just yet, but she insists, assuring him that she is alright. The bleeding had stopped, and she was a strong woman. Pausing slightly in hesitation, he then accepted, taking his sickle out and moving upwards to the outside. Taking one look behind, he then blew her a kiss, responded by his Lusus doing the same, wishing him back quickly and safely.

 

Watching as he left the cave, the woman then focuses back on the carcass, digging her hands into the soft flesh and tearing off large chunks. She carefully samples the meat, ensuring that it is safe for consumption; it was quite sticky and sour in taste, tinged with what seemed like metal? It was edible at least, just about enough to last them a day or so. Staring up at the mouth of the cave, the Dolorosa began to wonder on how well the Signless was doing all alone. Though she knew he would be fine, shaking off the worrying thoughts was never easy. Ever since he was a grub, she constantly fussed over his safety, especially due to his unprecedented mutant blood. What was wrong with him? Well, nothing; she found that he was perfectly normal in almost all other regards, though he expressed none of the psychic capabilities expected from lowerbloods. Would he have even constituted as a lowblood, though? His blood was so entirely different that it was practically off the hemospectrum! Because of this, the lingering fear that he was weaker constantly hounded her.

 

Shutting her eyes, she reaches into a small pocket in her shawl, hoping that it was still there. After feeling around a bit, she soon took out a tiny, dark green capsule, staring at it solemnly for some time... Growth hormones, plundered from the Brooding Caverns. This capsule was the last one remaining out of the sweeps worth she'd taken. Despite the fact that they weren't designed to be fed to trolls, they were known to have positive effects on them. And indeed, she noticed nothing wrong with either of them, as she'd share the hormones in their meals.

 

Though it did almost nothing to her, the boy seemed to have begun developing some, still very slight, muscular mass. He remained completely oblivious while she'd secretly slip it into his food, which was something she was not at all proud of. At times the guilt almost threatened to tear her apart inside, but he could never know. It wasn't like her intentions had ever been malicious! No, on the contrary, she'd done it to fully ensure he would grow strong enough to survive out here. The boy was a mutant, and she'd immensely feared that he wouldn't have survived his first pupation. Yet to her immense relief, he did, and now here they were six sweeps later, that little grub on his way to becoming a strong, healthy adult. She is proud of him, despising herself for the deceit, even if there weren't any adverse effects. It was too far late to tell him anyway, even though he would have surely accepted and understood why, right?

 

No. Nothing could excuse this. It was obvious that one of reasons she refused to tell him (perhaps the biggest reason) was shame. Continuing to stare at the capsule, the Dolorosa sighs. Oh, she deserved shame. She hadn't fed him any of the hormones for several sweeps, having come down to this final one believing that the boy was fine enough. Yet he had just been so scared today, he would surely appreciate this. In the end she just wanted him strong enough to survive in case anything happened to her. The recent scars on her legs would serve as a good reminder of her own mortality, though her ruined shawl was barely an issue. In time she could probably fine some materials to repair it, but it didn't matter that much. Sighing once more, the Dolorosa then crawled back towards the carcass, ripping out more chunks of meat as she prepared their food. Breaking the capsule apart, she sprinkled bits of it over the food, throwing away the last bits and sighing out. This was perhaps one of the most potent hormones she'd, being the final one, and she was just glad to be finally done with it.

 

The Signless eventually returns, carrying a large bundle of sticks and branches in his arms. She immediately got up to greet him, taking the sticks from his grasp and giving him a kiss on the forehead. He beams widely, always glad to help. The trip outside had been relatively uneventful, having spent the time exploring the region and climbing trees. He did also ruminate on his dream, though he didn't want to dwell on it much at the moment. It was mealtime now, and he was starving!

 

Following his Lusus deeper inside, he noticed the Centipede's carcass had been shoved into a corner, gutted out and mutilated. There was a large hole apparent in parts of its separated carapace, and chunks of lime-green meat placed in a small pile. He gulps, still quite unnerved by the appearance of the creature. Something about its glowing white Carapace and numerous, grotesque legs seemed to horrify him at a base level. The fears were rather unfounded though, seeing how it was dead and all. The boy moved over towards his Lusus, helping her set the fire up. Seating herself down, he then sat besides her, watching as she picked up two rocks and clacked them together. With a spark, a warm fire instantly burst from the bundle. He earnestly watches it for some time, entranced by the shadows cast on the cave walls. They almost seemed to tell a story, but of what? His mind didn't feel like filling in the gaps at the moment, for his rumbling belly had him preoccupied.

 

Picking up a spare stick, he watched his lusus begin to skewer a large chunk of meat, roasting it above the fire. Following her example, the Signless takes a stick, reluctantly stabbing a small chunk of meat. Eyeing it, he found the lime coloration and sticky texture to be most repugnant, but stomached it, holding it over the flames and watching as they warmed and cooked it. Even roasted, he still hesitated consuming the meat, finding it to look utterly disgusting. Staring at the Dolorosa, he noticed her bite down into her meal, chewing it softly and quietly with little fuss. The taste clearly wasn't bothering her, so why should it bother him? And food was food; he had no absolutely right to be fussy, especially after the hell she went through to get it. Breathing in, he moved the stick in closer towards his mouth, taking a small nibble on the edge of the meat...

 

His eyes widened in surprise, finding that it actually wasn't THAT bad. The Signless takes another bite, humming out audibly in pleasure. It wasn't just 'not that bad', it... It was good! He takes out a larger bite, messily chewing in frenzied vigor. This was *REALLY* good, he couldn't get enough! Noticing that he enjoyed the food, the Dolorosa smiled slightly, before going back to quietly eating her meal. Her heart ached at the fact that she fed him those hormones, but it had been necessary for his well-being, right? She didn't know anymore; she never really knew, actually.

 

They ate together for about half an hour, the Signless ravenously mowing down on his food until he'd eventually finished it all, and was still aching for more. She gladly gave up what she had left, having eaten enough. Growing boys needed to eat, after all. The moment he finished the last of the meet, the boy then crawled towards her, hugging her close and thanking her for everything. She smiled once more, holding him close as she ignored the pangs of guilt deep inside. They remained together in blissful serenity, the Dolorosa running her fingers through the Signless's hair while he snuggled up against her great body. He loved moments like these, and could find no greater joy than to spend time with her. The Dolorosa felt the exact same way. His eyes found their way down to her (strikingly long!) legs again, carefully examining the scars. He was relived when he noticed that they had just begun healing over. As she'd once taught him, trolls higher up on this "hemospectrum" withstood wounds better and healed faster. This fact didn't help comfort him while she was being attacked, of course, but he was grateful she could manage. Another thing he does notice is how shapely they are, finely toned and slightly muscular from sweeps of living in such a wasteland.

 

The boy's gaze moves lower still, focused at her large and rather supple feet. Neither of them had any footwear; the Signless had small straps of cloth protecting his feet, yet she wore nothing on hers, being permanently barefooted for as long as he could remember. The soles of her feet were heavily calloused, always covered in a layer of sand and dirt, though she never seemed to mind one bit. Her bravery is a quality that he adores and looks up to immensely, a quality that he one day hoped to be able to emulate. The boy suddenly felt his testicles begin churning painfully the more he stared at her feet, something which commonly occurred when he got aroused. Why this happened he never knew, but it was a good reminder that he shouldn't have been having these thoughts. This woman constantly risked her life to raise him, and here he was looking at her like this? How could he?! How DARE he?

 

....

 

How *couldn't* he?

 

Everything about her, from the tips of her lovely horns, the striking color of her magnificent emerald eyes and all the way down to her graceful, lengthy toes was utterly and completely gorgeous. How could he dare deny her beauty? The Signless's mind drifts back to that dream earlier, wondering on the identity of the green woman. It had to have been her, but what did it mean? The emotions he'd felt in it were still quite vivid, a very bizarre quality of his already strange dreams. He'd felt love for her, and more regrettably, lust. Strong, overwhelming lust. He'd never had such thoughts about her before, but his body had been changing recently. The boy's genitals were swelling earlier than he'd expected, but he had been told that he would finally be on his way to maturation. He feared on how this might have affected their relationship, hugging her tighter. She didn't seem to notice his staring, as her eyes had been closed while she softly patted his hair and rubbed his ears. She was too busy taking in this moment. This helped make him feel better. It always, always did.

 

He notices the Dolorosa had stopped brushing his hair and her breathing had slowed, signs she had fallen asleep. Considering how hectic it had been today, it was more than well-earned. The Signless shifts his position, softly kissing her on the cheek as he got up. Though she may have been tired, he wasn't. Staring off towards the cave mouth, he raises a hand to protect from the distant shine of the newly risen sun. There was no way he could go exploring outside now. He seated himself down by his slumbering guardian, wondering on what he could do now. He didn't feel like sleeping, nor did he want to accidentally rouse her. What to do now? Tapping his fingers on the limestone ground, the boy turns his attention towards his right, noticing that the cave extended in deeper.

 

There was more to this place than he'd first thought. Staring back at the Dolorosa, he quietly creeps up towards her and gives her another kiss on the cheek, before then fondling his sickle. As he took it out, he proceeded to make his way further into the cave. The boy didn't feel too great about going off without her permission, but he wasn't exactly a child anymore, was he? Not a grown man yet, but he was getting there, and he could definitely handle himself... Against things that weren't grotesque Hell-Centipedes, that is.

 

Forgetting that shameful incident, he puffs his chest out, breathing in deeply before going in deeper, squinting against the darkness. His vision adjusts quickly enough, and the area around him grows clear enough for him to walk through with ease. The ground below him is moister here, and the only sounds he can hear are that of echoing dripping. There's water further in, it seems. His mouth did feel a little dry, and dehydration was an issue here in the desert. The flask's he carried were both almost emptied, so retrieving any amount of drinking water was his main priority now. Gripping the rusty sickle tighter, he raises his hood up and heads lower down this tunnel. He takes a glance behind, noticing that he'd now moved a good distance away from the cave's entrance. Thankfully, the area here was linear enough thus far, so getting lost wouldn't be an issue.

 

Onwards he went. Time had never been too easy to keep track of, considering they'd never had a proper watch, but it felt as if he'd been walking for about an hour now. The tunnel seemed almost never ending, and he was beginning to feel uncomfortable. Maybe it was best if he went back, they could find water when the sun went down, and they surely could manage for a few more hours. The boy shakes his head, scolding himself for this pitiful cowardice. He was scared of going into a cave! How would he *ever* last if remained this weak?! Sighing, he took a deep breath in, trying to calm himself down. There really shouldn't have been anything to worry about, and he had his sickle. He'd be fine... He hoped.

 

The boy moves onwards, following the dripping noises further in. He passes through several jagged stalagmites protruding stalagmites, and ducking over the stalactites above. His cloak carelessly caught on one, and he pulls it off with little hesitation. It was just a piece of cloth, and it wasn't anywhere near the level of damage his Lusus's wonderful dress had taken. He sighs out sadly, shaking the memories of that embarrassing incident away. The air was thick and moist, and he could have sworn that there almost seemed to have been a thin layer of fog surrounding his knees, though it could have easily been a trick of the eyes. The Signless begins to yawn. The few hours of sleep he'd gotten were beginning to take their toll, but he had to persevere. As he walks further, the Signless begins to notice the fog around him grow thicker along with the humidity levels. It became harder to breath, and he could feel sweet drops of sweat beginning to form. Were they under a hotspring or something? His clothes had begun to cling to his skin, and his perspiration grew heavier.

 

Trying his best to ignore how damn hot he was, the Signless wades through the thickening grey fog. He could feel sweat from under his armpits and in more 'sensitive' regions, much to his irritation. As he continued walking, something ahead caught the boy's eye. Running towards it, he was greeted by the sight of several strange, yellowish fungi growing around a small opening, leading into a dark tunnel. Staring at the mushrooms for some time, the Signless eventually thought it best to ignore them, following the tunnels ahead. Sure, they could have been edible, but he recalled bad experiences with eating random fungus when he was younger. Definitely not something he wanted to repeat.

 

He didn't know how long he spent walking; only that it seemed to endlessly drag on. The only source of illumination was those mushrooms, which glowed in the dark, serving to light his path in a most strange and ethereal fashion. The ground beneath him felt wet and cool, and the fog around him seemed to have become more... wet? Everything just felt wetter here. The sensation was almost akin to moving through a soft drizzling rain, an experience he always greatly enjoyed. Stepping out into the other side of the tunnel, the Signless dropped his sickle, his jaw dropping in sheer awe as he saw it...

 

A small underground lake, its dark and splendid waters illuminated by gargantuan whitish-blue mushrooms, growing up from by the waters and cave-walls. The fungi almost looked as large as trees, with some ethereal, wispy tentacles serving as makeshift branches of a sort. A quiet stream of water from above constantly replenished it, and he swore he could see small things skitter across the surface of the water, though he couldn't make them out clearly. The boy remained dumbstruck, gazing up at those magnificent fungi for some time, his eyes widened like dish-plates. Never before had he ever seen anything like this! It was absolutely spectacular. After some time, the Signless then heard the sound of hurried, naked feet slapping against the ground, and turned around to see the Dolorosa standing behind him, her eyes locked to the glowing blue fungi that had captivated the boy as well. Padding over towards him, she places a hand on his shoulder. Together, they did nothing but watch the scenery for some time, captivated by the sheer magic of this magnificent, empyreal place.

 

The Dolorosa is the first to move towards the waters, her soft steps quiet against the hard ground. This stone floor is still a welcome break from the constant sands she'd shift through, especially with how cool and sticky it is here. She proceeds to step in up to her ankles, immediately letting out a sharp sigh of pleasure. The sensation of cool water by her dirtied, rough soles was amazing, and it prompted her to then kneel down and wade further in, arching her back and stretching her legs out. She beckons to the Signless, who carefully moves towards her, bending over to remove his tight, dusty foot-straps. Rolling his trousers up, the boy then sits down besides his guardian, gasping out and shuddering once he felt how cold the water was. He then watches as his guardian begins rubbing her feet, washing off layers of sand and dirt collected from their many travels. The Signless blushes, finding himself to be reluctantly aroused by her radiantly wettened legs, but was quickly distracted by a sharp pang of pain in his forbidden parts.

 

Staring downwards at his own feet, and then looking to hers, a thought then came to the boy; did he *really* need those straps? His lusus did well enough without footwear, so could he! He gets up and wades in deeper, dropping the old cloth straps into the water. She notices this, smiling widely as he then walked up and seated himself on her lap, snuggling up against her. There is one thing more beautiful than this, and it is basking in silence with her, underneath the surreal, glowing light of these great mushrooms.

 

In time, sleep overtakes him...

 

-

 

He flies.

 

The earth so far beneath him is nothing more than a distant blur as he speeds his way across this desert. There is a multitude of vague colors; fertile greens, warm orange, yet the most striking and prevalent is blue. He is flying through a sea of endless blue. The blistering sun is not here to harm him, yet somehow it is as bright as day (he always wished to walk under the sun). He doesn't know why he can fly, for he has no wings, but he does not care. He feels invigorated, like he had the strength of a god, and wonders perhaps if he can fly amongst even them? What a daring dream! He swoops and soars, zooming past the drifting white clouds and bouncing on them as if they were like trampolines.

 

Something on the ground eventually catches his eye, and out of curiosity he decides to eventually land by the dunes, moving on foot towards the strange object in the distance. It is a stunning white tower, shining radiantly in the middle of this lifeless wasteland. It extends high up into the sky, seeming to almost pierce through all that blue above. The boy's eyes lock on the strange orb at its very tip, before quickly pulling away. Something about it feels him with a sense of deep dread, but he does not (never will) know why. Nearing it, he attempts to look for an entrance, only to find that there are no windows, doors or any sort of opening at all.

 

He kicks at it in frustration, already irritated by the presence of that despicable orb. Staring up after a moment of hesitation, he then curses it, still unsure as to why it bothers him so. The feeling of hatred was strong enough that he refused to fly up there for a closer look, opting to stay on the ground rather than come into contact with it. Leaning against the tower, he notices how unnaturally smooth it feels. It showed no signs whatsoever of having been worn by the sands, almost as if it had just been built but a second ago. He loathes this place, and yet he cannot leave it, compelled somehow to remain by it. He must wait for something, but is unsure exactly as to what. He does know that it is important, so much so that it is worth tolerating the presence of this wretched tower.

 

Time passes slowly and strangely here. Is it an hour now, or just half? He doesn't know; all he knows is that he is bored senseless. The sky remains static, as there is no sun above to fall or rise. He doesn't really mind, finding the sparkling blue above to be comforting. Yet he is growing impatient, and resting directly against this tower is not helping to lighten his mood. The Signless attempted to pass the time by watching the clouds, but found to his surprise that they had all vanished, rendering the sky eerily clear. Suddenly, the boy feels something smack against the side of his side, the shock of it causing him to fall over.

 

It is a pebble, thrown from somewhere above. Looking up, he spots a thin tree growing from the side of the tower, something he was positive was not there before. The Signless gasps the instant he catches a vague glimpse of the person seated on its branches... A female, her alluring figure concealed by the deep shadows of the tree (yet there is no sun). Before he can get a better look at her however, she quickly darts off giggling, a sound so lovely it sings through his ears even after she is gone.

 

Wasting no time at all, the Signless flies up at the tree, finding much to his chagrin that it had begun to grow, extending towards the sky the further he tried to follow it, purple leaves haphazardly floating everywhere. He could see the girl jumping from branch to branch, her soft laughter carried by the winds. He is desperate not to lose sight of her, darting carelessly under winding branches and roots. It is incredible how fast she moves, effortlessly keeping up with him as she agilely hops up the branches, so rapidly that he still cannot make her out clearly. The tree had extended so much now that they were far above the ground and the tower, and he feared that he would never catch up with her if it continued growing like this. He could not give up; he couldn't dare let her out of his sight. He could not lose her.

 

Fortunately for him, the tree eventually stops growing, ending up several miles above the ground, high above the desert and that wretched white tower. Eventually, he decides it best to land on a branch. Though flying was wonderful, he felt it might have been easier this way, to get level with her and walk as she does. He begins manually scaling this magical tree, hopping on several of its branches with ease as he went upwards on his journey to find that beautiful and mysterious girl... In time, he eventually reaches the top, climbing up on a thick branch extending a good distance away from the rest of the tree.

 

Attempting to keep his footing stable, the boy refrains from looking down as he made his way towards the end, where the figure was seated, her legs carelessly dangling over the distant ground. Steps slow and cautious, the figure eventually grew closer to him, until he was eventually several feet behind her. The Signless's jaw dropped the instant he saw her hairstyle and her hairstyle and her horns; for they were completely identical in appearance to his Lusus's. He took several steps back, shaking his head in complete disbelief. He blinks, and in that instant she vanished, leaving him only further disoriented. Fast, playful tapping on his shoulder then causes him to almost fall over in shock, until a thin arm grabs around his torso and brings him face to face with the girl at last.

 

The first thing he notices is that she was much younger, around his age and only a few feet taller than him. She wore a short, dark-green dress, tight fitting enough that it acquainted the curves of her exquisitely attractive body. Small, though noticeably perk breasts jut out from her chest, rubbing against his as she pulls him closer towards her. He stares back at her for some time, looking deeply into her grey irises. Though nowhere near as gorgeous as the Dolorosa's striking, emerald eyes, the cool grey color had a certain allure to it, and he finds he couldn't look away.

 

She is flawless, so stunningly beautiful that he finds himself growing breathless the more he looks at her, his erection throbbing. His eyes dart up at her gorgeous face, then downwards to those strong, shapely legs. Still barefooted, he notices, her dirtied, lithe toes holding onto the branch with the utmost ease. He hugs himself closer against her, feeling his penis stiffen as he sniffs her fragrant, gorgeous skin. She smells of those desert flowers he always adored, and she looks every bit as gorgeous. Staring closely, the boy can then spot a bulge in her dress. His smile grows wider. The girl begins running her fingers through his hair, her precious smile growing ever wider as the boy grows further aroused, heart racing in his tight chest. He wraps his arms around her torso, breathing on the young Dolorosa's neck as she sighs out in delight. Even if this wasn't actually her, the Signless still found the girl beautiful beyond compare.

 

The world around them shifts. They are both back on the ground now, the wretched white tower and all trees gone. They stand alone in the middle of this vast wasteland, yet they are together and that is all that he could ever desire. With a smile, the girl then pulls away from his, running into the desert as he ran up to catch her. He is reminded of the times when he was but a wriggler, climbing on top of his Lusus as they played together, underneath the endless ocean of a million sparkling stars. Moments like that were ones he would forever cherish, as he did the time spent with this girl; his guardian...

 

His lover.

 

With no hesitation, he quickly pulls her into a tight, passionate kiss, locking his lips against hers as they hug their bodies close. She does not resist, kissing him back as they embrace for what feels like countless blissful sweeps. Everything else but her is irrelevant, all he wishes is to touch and feel and love her forever.

 

Driven with arousal, his penis throbs stiffly, and he can feel a hard, turgid bulge rub against his leg. He giggles, opening his eyes and looking down, greeted by the sight of her erection shyly protruding from beneath her dress. Blushing, the Signless then carefully lowers his hand and begins to gently rub the head of her penis, causing the girl to gasp out sharply. With a playful smile, the boy then carefully tightens his grip around his partner's penis, moving his hand up and down as her legs shook uncontrollably. The girl's squeals of pleasure only served to make him work faster, her nails digging into his skin as he continued gently pulling back and forth in firm, quick strokes. It is so soft and smooth under his touch. Soon enough, the girl finds she can not hold it in any longer and forcefully ejaculates all over the Signless's clothes, spraying it with globules of thick, sticky jade fluids.

 

The boy does not mind in the least, hugging his young guardian tightly and feeling her pounding heart beat against his, her hands running over his back as she pecked his cheeks between breathless panting. They kiss once again, flinging themselves onto the ground in the heat of passion as they roll around in the sands, kissing and grunting and panting and just loving each other. His erection still furious, the boy then pulls away, getting up and throwing off his trousers. She grins widely, admiring the size of his magnificent bulge. She crawls over towards him, raising a hand and lightly cupping his testicles in it, holding them as if they were (forbidden) fruits, before then squeezing them lightly, causing the boy to gasp out and clumsily fall over backwards.

 

Grinning widely, the girl then takes the opportunity to climb up on him, seating her body over his torso. She pulls him into another warm, tight kiss, and the boy can feel her then begin rubbing her penis up against his. He joins her, grinding the shaft of his thick, throbbing member against hers for a full minute, until the friction forces the both of them to ejaculate together, their jade and crimson fluids spraying all over the orange sands. The Signless immediately pulls her into another embrace as she wraps her lean, shapely legs over his shoulders, wriggling her toes in delight as he began licking her neck.

 

Eventually, the Signless gets up on his feet, retrieving his trousers and putting them back on. She remains seated on the sand, watching as the boy raised an outstretched hand towards her, his other hand pointed up towards the sky. The girl beams happily, taking his hand as the Signless then lifted effortlessly lifted her entire body in his arms, cradling her gently as they flew off into the sky. They fly across the desert, her eyes wide in happiness as they leave those boring dunes behind. He swoops and soars once again, holding onto the girl as she screams out happily. She clings onto him for dear life, his hold on her strong.

 

The sky darkens.

 

It is slow at first, enough that he only notices it once it is already too late. Inky black tendrils seep across the canvas of blue, seeming to almost follow them as the world is engulfed in blackness. The Signless does not know what is going on; only that he is afraid but must stay strong for her. The girl is frightened as well, clinging to him tightly and whimpering as tears stream down her cheeks. He must protect her as she protected him, and he will *not* fail. The Signless speeds up quicker, trying his hardest to escape the encroaching darkness as the girl sobs quietly into his chest, and he can feel her scared heart pound beat against his chest. The warm, orange sands below are now entirely covered in pitch black, and the sky is soon consumed, the entire world around them now engulfed in this vile ink. A familiarly wicked laugh soon fills the otherwise eerily silent air, one that causes the boy's eyes to widen in pure terror...

 

It is the Empress. She has found them. He tries to flee the tendrils emerging upwards from the sea of black around them, but it is to no avail; in an instant, a tentacle violently smacks them, causing the Signless and the girl to separate and fall. Both are caught by two separate tendrils, and the Signless can do nothing but scream as the girl is taken away from him, her cries echoing throughout the void and causing the boy to struggle harder and harder. He can't lose her, he can't, yet she is slipping away from him and there is nothing he can do but scream.

 

An enormous pair of grinning magenta lips form from the darkness, and in terror the Signless realizes that the girl is being dragged right towards it, her entire flailing body slowly enveloped by the tendril. He kicks and screams and wails and struggles but the tentacle only tightens ever harder around him, refusing to let him free. All he can do is weep and watch uselessly as two piercing fuchsia eyes open and staring down at him. Her condescending gaze is absolutely horrifying and yet he cannot look away, almost as if he were hypnotized.

 

The girl's cries are muffled by the tentacle, which has now constricted itself entirely around her whole body. The tendril moves itself closer and closer towards the Empress's gaping maw, rows of giant, sharp white teeth striking against the sheer black expanse. The tentacle wraps itself tightly around the Signless, extending up to his mouth and preventing him from screaming as the Empress then viciously bites down on the girl, violently ripping her frail, beautiful body in half as the sky is painted with streams of jade...........

 

-

 

The Signless screams.

 

They had slept right by the lake, underneath the strange, glowing white light of the giant mushrooms. He immediately grabs at his crotch, unable to even think properly because of the horrible, stabbing pains now surging through his genitals. This was not an uncommon occurrence; every time he'd had an erotic dream, the boy would awaken with a dull aching sensation in his privates, yet it was always easily ignored and minor. Unfortunately for him, today was different. The pain was excruciating, perhaps even amongst the worst he had ever felt in his entire life, and he could not control himself from screaming out and sobbing.

 

His guardian had already woken, instantly crawling over towards him with a look of utmost horror on her face. She herself was obviously just as confused as he was, though she attempted to hide it, whispering words of comfort to the screeching boy as she moves down to his trousers, eyes widening as she noted that they were soaked. Ripping them off, her horror only intensified as she notices the boy's scrotum, his ballsack gruesomely swollen to twice its size while his erected penis oozed with viscous, translucent pre-cum, dripping out uncontrollably as if from a broken faucet.

 

The Signless could feel his testicles painfully churn out more and more fluids, and he wasn't even properly ejaculating yet! His sobbing only intensified once he saw the Dolorosa immediately begin to break down crying, crawling away from him and curling up in a corner, wailing as loudly as she could. Never before had he seen her like this, not even during the times he had injured himself. The confusion he felt only served to make the entire situation all the more agonizing. Trying his hardest to ignore the excruciating pain, he moves towards her, gripping the head of his penis in an attempt to stem the ridiculous amounts of genetic fluids leaking out.

 

Part of him was more horrified by seeing his Lusus like this instead of his severe genital problem, a likely side effect of this accursed mutant blood. He crawls up towards her, shaking her shoulders and attempting to calm her down, which only causes her to sob even louder. The fact that a woman this strong had been reduced so quickly into a weepy wreck greatly disturbs him, but he knew he had to remain strong for her, even despite his agony. Suddenly, the Dolorosa throws herself over him, bawling deeply on his shoulders. He does the same, crimson tears staining into her shawl. His turgid, swollen penis only continued to messily leak out more pre-cum all over the cave's floor, eventually pooling into a small, translucently pinkish-red puddle. Why does she weep as if she were responsible? He ponders, for this was his curse, not hers. She need not suffer for him.

 

He proceeds to hug her closer, weeping further and wishing that this was all just another one of his terrible nightmares. Wiping away her (beautiful) jade tears, the Dolorosa attempted to calm down, proceeding to then place her hand over the boy's mouth as she then reluctantly stared down at his penis, which still continued to leak with pre-cum. In a daring move, she proceeded to wrap her free hand around the shaft of his penis, causing him to kick his legs out as started to stroke it up and down, soft and slow at first. He desperately needed release, and she knew exactly how to provide it, though she wouldn't like it.

 

Her grip grew firmer and tighter, fingers growing wet and sticky with the boy's runny fluids. It served as lubrication, at least, which would help make this pass quicker. The boy did not resist, barely able to concentrate on anything due to the pain, which had already begun intensifying even further. As she strokes his penis faster and harder, she noticed his testicles swell even more, swollen to the point that she feared they would burst. His face had grown completely red, and he was clearly trying to hold back screaming. The Dolorosa begins to weep again, continuing to rub up and down his shaft, feeling as his already hard penis grew even more turgid. His veiny testicles swelled up even further now, almost looking as if they were on the verge of bursting. It was clear that he could not contain himself; all she had to do now was persevere. She had to stay strong.

 

Finally, after a painfully dragged out minute, the Dolorosa released him, hurriedly backing away from the boy and burying her face in her hands, disregarding how sticky they were as she sobbed and wailed loudly. With a loud cry, the boy then forcefully ejaculated, spraying out massive, thick, ropey streams of red cum all over the cave walls. Never before had he released this much, and it was a sight that was horrifyingly alluring. The pain was slowly phased out by the waves of pleasure he felt from the orgasm, though his testicles still remained swollen and his member was still erect, though the pre-cum overproduction had subsided. The Dolorosa's sobbing did not subside, though the boy was able to stand up now, his legs shaky and unstable. He walks over towards his sobbing Lusus, wrapping her in another tight hug as she looks away from him, as if she was ashamed.

 

He doesn't want her to cry, and he especially didn't want her to cry because of him. The Signless remembers his dream. He remembered the girl (his lusus), and he remembered how he failed to save her. He also remembers how much he loved... No, how much he *loves* her. Shaking her shoulders in an attempt to calm her down, an idea then came to the boy; a very daring idea indeed. Seating himself on her naked legs, the boy then suddenly and abruptly pulls her into a tight kiss, causing the woman to stop sobbing, her entire body freezing up in absolute shock, her eyes widening immensely and her cheeks flushed jade. Even more shockingly is the fact that she does not resist, slowly accepting and then returning his kiss. They embrace for what feels like sweeps, his small body seated on her great legs as they kiss, moaning together.

 

Eventually, the Signless pulls away, staring at her dully before strong feelings of shame overcome him. He was almost about to break down crying when the Dolorosa places a finger on his lips and then promptly kisses him back, pulling him close to her as they embraced and rolled around on the cave floor. This was shameful; both of them knew this... and yet they just could not stop themselves. Her black lips are so luscious and juicy, he cannot help but just sigh out in pleasure while he licks and intertwines his tongue against hers. There is a nagging in the back of the Dolorosa's mind telling her that this is wrong, that she must stop and leave the boy alone. But she ignores it because she loves him and he loves her and neither of them can deny this anymore.

 

Driven by the heat of the moment, the Signless then suddenly pulls away, taking his shirt off and exposing his naked body to her. She is not taken aback, having bathed the boy numerous times in his youth, and only stares at him blankly for some time before running a hand over his nubile young chest, causing the Signless to gasp out. Her hand is warm against his smooth, sweaty skin, and he wraps his fingers around hers, clasping their hands together. His penis was beginning to grow erect once again, pre-cum slowly dripping out, and with it, the sharp pains, though they were thankfully less severe this time around.

 

Noticing the boy begin to whimper and clutch at his genitals, the Dolorosa looks at him sadly, before staring downwards at her own feet, which she recalls he had been ogling recently. An idea came to her, and she proceeds to shift her body backwards, stretching one leg forwards and positioning her leg over his throbbing bulge. The Signless stares at her curiously, wondering exactly as to what she was planning. Carefully and slowly, she then places her large foot over his penis, which was small enough to fit neatly underneath. It is hot and throbbing against the coarse flesh of her sole, and she finds herself growing quite aroused by the feeling. The first thing the Signless does is sharply sigh out, finding the sensation of her rough, almost leathery foot on his soft, sensitive shaft to be both stimulating yet uncomfortable.

 

She starts off slow, running and wiggling her limber toes over the sides of his penis as her heel makes contact with the lower base of his thickening dick, rubbing it up and down as viscous pre-cum dribbles all over her toes. She does not mind at all, and grew firmer and faster as the boy's member leaked out more and more pre-cum, dripping over the side of her foot. With two of her toes, the Dolorosa then pinches the sticky head, caressing and stroking it carefully as more pre-cum sputtered out over her toes, the boy now clearly on the very verge of orgasm.

 

Moving her other foot over towards his penis, she then proceed to firmly sandwich it between both of her filthy, calloused soles, using them to squeeze and rub his twitching penis. The feeling of all her assorted calluses and scars caused him to cry out and buck his hips forward to finally release another, massive surge of red cum. The Dolorosa barely manages to pull her legs back before he sputtered thick, sticky strands all over them, her naked feet drenched in his sticky, warm fluids, seeping in between her toes. She isn't perturbed, focused mainly on his health now, especially as she feared herself responsible for this horrible situation. It takes him a few minutes to finish climaxing, streams of cum jettisoning out of his lubricated urethra like a hose.

 

Curious, the Dolorosa bends over and licks up a small amount of the boy's fluids on the ground, sampling it up; quite gelatinous in texture, moreso than regular semen, and tasting strongly of cherries. It was very delectable indeed, and she hungrily began to lick off some of the precum from her foot, suckling on her toes with gleeful vigor. He crawls over towards her, grabbing his testicles and shamefully looking at the massive mess he'd made. The Dolorosa then stood up, looking down at the nude boy with an uncertain expression on her face before taking in a deep breath. With slight reluctance, she sheds off her shawl, throwing it down to the ground and revealing her nude body to the younger troll.

 

His jaw drops. She is beautiful, especially under the magical lights of the lake. Her beauty is a fact that is not at all new to him, of course, yet this is the first time he has ever seen her naked. And he is awestruck, staring at her attentively and taking in every part of her muscular yet curvaceous body: from her rotund, supple breasts to her thick, shapely hips, ending downwards to those long, long legs and strong, lovely feet. His eyes find themselves drawn to one part of her in particular, a part he only had a vague idea of; her great bulge.

 

It is roughly twice the size of his, even while flaccid, and he finds himself rather intimidated by it, yet also very much aroused. Her penis had quite the appealing cylindrical shape to it, almost like a large fleshy cucumber. Hung neatly beneath it are two large, ample testicles, her scrotum hairless and smooth like the rest of her pubic region. The Signless crawls over towards her at once, staying on his knees as he looks up at the Dolorosa and points at her penis. She is unsure, but then eventually agrees, kneeling down and allowing the boy to extend a shaky, nervous hand to cup her balls gently, his eyes widening and cheeks flushing as he gently feels them up. They are soft and squishy, pleasantly akin to velvet in texture and oh so very delectable in appearance.

 

Licking his lips, an idea occurs to him. The Signless proceeds to open his mouth wide, extending his tongue and then carefully grazing the surface of her testes with it. She gasps out in shock, but allows the boy to continue, biting down on her lip as he went on, suckling and licking her balls with the utmost care. Her flesh tastes so wonderfully sweet, and he finds himself carefully enveloping a small part of her testicles with his lips, messily slurping and moaning as he feels her massive penis begin to grow erect. The Dolorosa lets out a sharp, happy squeal, echoing throughout the cave. This motivates him to work faster, lightly nibbling on the sensitive skin of her scrotum with hungry fervor. After a short while, the Signless then abruptly pulls away, crying out and falling over backwards, his hand placed over his swollen testicles once more. The Dolorosa immediately crawls over to him, light tears falls down her cheeks as she attempts to calm him down.

 

It was starting again. Trying her best to think calmly, she then glanced over at his erect penis, which was leaking out pre-cum at the same ridiculous rates as before. He needed to release, he needed stimulus... An idea suddenly came to her, one that she momentarily fought against, but accepted once she realized the desperation of the situation. She places a hand over the sobbing boy's mouth, stifling his pained cries as she then licked her lips in preparation, bringing her head over his pubic region wherein she proceeds to wrap her luscious lips around the tip of his penis.

 

It is a drastic and daring move indeed, but this was no time for guilt or shame. She is gentle (as always), sucking on the tip of his dick with absolute precision, tracing her strong, dexterous tongue down across his twitching shaft and sampling the sweet, cherry taste of the pre-cum dripping into her mouth. Her slurping and suckling is quiet, precise, and beyond pleasurable. She then takes in several more inches of the penis in her mouth, her sucking growing more forceful as she felt hot pre-cum leak down into her throat, the boy's thick, swollen cock now ready to blow another load. She managed to pull out in time for him to spray out gelatinous cum all over her naked body. Fortunately enough, he finishes much faster this time, though he still did not seem even close to draining out entirely.

 

The Dolorosa didn't even bother to clean his gunk off, for she immediately crawled over towards the Signless to check if he is alright. Aside from his heavy panting and sweating, the boy is fine, looking up at her with a weak yet wide smile. The amounts of cum he had spewed out were only around above-average for a male troll, though it was still a worrying sight to behold. Why this was happening exactly she would never be certain, though it was likely the hormones she fed him had something to do with it. And the shame this brought her would haunt her for the rest of her life...

 

She shakes her head and brings the boy into another tight hug, failing to fight back tears. Now was not the time for guilt, it was a time for pleasure and love. He responds by pulling away and kissing her on the mouth, which she returns with little resistance. They passionately embrace once more, the Signless seating himself on the Dolorosa's stomach as he hungrily kisses her mouth, wagging his tongue against hers as he runs his hands over her abdomen, feeling how finely chiseled it has become from sweeps of living in such a harsh wasteland. He then feels up one of her large breasts, squeezing it lightly and noting how firm it is to the touch. This causes her to break away from the kiss, pulling her head back and groaning loudly in ecstasy. She pulls him off, getting up and stretching her body before getting down on all fours, raising her posterior into the air and suggestively waving it in front of the boy's face. He is ready for this, she knows it.

 

The Signless gulps nervously, walking over towards her while shaking his head, before taking in a deep breath. He did not want to disappoint his guardian, and part of him greatly desired this. Kneeling down, he watches as she spread her buttocks wide. His penis is still erect, and he can feel his testicles begin swelling and hurting again, so he wastes little time in thrusting his organ in. The Dolorosa lets out a high-pitched moan the moment he stuck it in, a sound he finds to be very adorable. He begins thrusting in deeper and deeper, the insertion going in very smoothly and easily thanks to the large amounts of pre-cum he was continuing to leak out, along with the saliva left from his guardian's suckling.

 

Her passage grips his penis tightly, a constricting sensation that is just so amazing and delightful; unlike anything he's ever felt. He bites down hard on his lip, thrusting harder and faster as she groans out, her penis already growing stiff, foreskin retracting to expose her soft, glistening shaft. Another thrust, and the Dolorosa lets out a sharp, happy cry, her impressive member now fully erect and glistening with small traces of pre-cum. She is barely able to conceal her enjoyment, and the boy feels a massive amount of happiness in knowing he could pleasure her so well.

 

Motivated to please his guardian further, the Signless begins thrusting in faster and harder, noisily grunting as he then felt himself clench up. With a loud, sharp cry, he ejaculates, pumping a thick surge of hot sticky spunk inside the Dolorosa as she screeches out, her eyes rolled over with ecstasy as she also orgasmed, her great bulge spraying out large amounts of jade fluids all over the cave floor. She finishes much quicker than him, her rectum now flooded with the boy's cum. After what feels like ages of bliss for the both of them, he Signless finally pulls out, falling over and panting in exhaustion. His balls felt as if they were on fire, but the waves of sheer pleasure he felt was beyond compare.

 

The Dolorosa lay panting as well, her anus overflowing with his gelatinous red fluids. She gets up on shaking legs, leaning herself against a cave wall, closing her eyes as she allows the remaining fluids to drain out of her anus. Her eyes then suddenly pop open in shock once she feels a nibbling sensation all over the underside of her semi-erect bulge. Looking down, she sees it is the Signless, licking and slurping the penis in quick fervor. Though her bulge is simply far too large for him to comfortably suck, it does not stop him from trying, opening his maw as wide as he can to lick the sides of her cock. He moves up higher, running his nimble tongue over the length of her long, long penis. He salivates further, sloppily sucking the skin of her delicious, sensitive frenulum while she moans and coos in elation, her legs shaky and on the verge of bucking.

 

Noticing her penis grow turgid, the Signless suddenly decides to pull away, shifting his body several paces back as the Dolorosa fell to her knees, panting and moaning heavily. He stretches one of his legs out, placing his foot over her massive, throbbing bulge. Just as she had managed to pleasure him so well with only her feet, he would attempt the same. He starts off by rubbing the length of his sole down her twitching shaft, his toes rubbing and caressing it gently as it stiffens and swells in arousal, her cries of pleasure but music to his ears. He proceeds to use his other foot to rub and push against the penis, and he finds the feeling of her great penis over his (comparatively) soft soles to be quite enticing, his penis stiffening alongside her thick erection.

 

Soon enough, she is unable to contain herself any longer, blowing out with a loud cry all over his feet, sticky jade cum getting in between the boy's toes. He bends over, licking some of it off and reveling in how fruity it tasted. His erection was raging hardly, yet the pain in his testes had become almost negligible. Staring at the Dolorosa, he notices her bulge is still partly erect as well, causing an idea to form as he stares down at his penis. Moving over towards her, he then gets down and begins rubbing his penis directly up against hers, causing the woman to gasp out and jump back, blushing. Realizing what he wanted to do, she smiles, carefully shifting her body back to allow him to continue easier.

 

The immense length of her member made things slightly awkward, but the boy was persistent. He rubs his penis against hers in happy fervor, grinding as hard and as fast as he could, the friction causing both of their erections to thicken and throb. He found that his pre-cum productions had lessened considerably, only dripping out enough to help lubricate his penis and make the frotting go much smoother. She appears to have been heavily enjoying this as well, biting down on her lower lip and blushing furiously as they continued grinding against each other, the Dolorosa carefully rubbing her massive, hard penis against the boy's smaller member. Eventually, their penises grew far too hard to comfortably frot, and they soon orgasm in unison, streams of red and jade fluids spilling the ground.

 

They collapse together for some time, their breathless panting filling the silent air. The Signless hugs himself close to his guardian, her body just as sweat and warm as his. She brings him into a kiss, which he returns with absolutely no resistance, placing his arms behind her shoulders and running his fingers through her hair, going up to begin stroking the base of her horns. She does the same, playfully fondling his nubs. Her sweaty, fragrant skin is incredibly enticing, and shifts his body to seat himself on her scarred thighs, continuing to kiss her for what feels like ages. A large hand caresses his face, running down his cheeks and over the nape of his neck, bringing the Signless to gasp out. He eventually breaks away, staring up at her face and gazing deeply into her eyes for some time, looking into her gorgeous jade irises, striking even against the prevalent glow of the odd fungi around them. Thoughts cross his mind, thoughts which he recognizes as facts he cannot ever deny; she is beautiful, she is beautiful and he loves her with all his heart.

 

Beneath his posterior, the Signless can feel his partner's penis grow fully erectile once more. He slowly gets up, positioning himself over her stomach as she raises an eyebrow, unsure as to what he was doing. He spread his legs wide, causing her to realize exactly what he wanted, shaking her head and attempting to stop him. There was the risk that he could have injured himself, but the boy was insistent, shushing her and assuring he would be fine. He had pleasured her so well when he did it, how could she not return the favor? The Dolorosa nods her head in reluctant approval, and the Signless then brings himself down, mounting himself on the very top of her penis. He wasn't planning to take it all in, of course, for that would be impossible, but he would try to see how much his rectum could take before she climaxed.

 

It is uncomfortable and almost painful at first. His anus was simply too small and tight to easily let the girth of her organ in, but he would not give up. He spread his legs wider and wider as the Dolorosa looked at him nervously, still completely unsure if this was safe. Taking in a deep breath, he then seats himself down on her bulge, taking in the tip of her penis, which still had traces of pre-cum on it. This was fortunate, as it helped lubricate and ease his progress down on her. She attempted to help by slowly thrusting upwards, causing the boy to cry out in surprise, his cheeks flushed red. She went on, sticking her bulge in deeper and deeper as the Signless bit down on his lip, sweating furiously. She could take it from here, and did so excellently, thrusting her penis up further and further and further.

 

The Signless's eyes rolled over, his tongue lopping out of his mouth as she went on, his heart racing intensely. It felt so good; he just couldn't believe how easily her massive, gorgeous bulge was going in, even if it was still only the first few inches. She was also heavily aroused, her cheeks flushed so much her entire face seemed to have turned jade, and he felt her penis stiffen greatly inside him. After a minute, the Signless then felt a massive surge of hot sticky fluids flow into his colon, the Dolorosa screaming out as she forcefully orgasmed, pumping out jizz for almost a full minute. He could feel himself clench up as well and soon enough, climaxed the moment she finished, spraying messily all over her chest and face.

 

Eyes closed, she licks it all off her lips in gleeful fervor, finding the familiar taste to be as delicious as always. Opening her eyes, she finds to her surprise that the Signless had already pulled himself off, collapsing onto her chest. He is out cold, exhausted from their intense sexual experiences today. She smiles, kissing him on the cheek before yawning out. It had been an amazing day today, filled with danger and pleasure beyond compare. This boy wasn't just her charge; he was her lover, even despite his young age. She kisses his head gently, rubbing his hair before shutting her eyes, listening to the sound of his soft breathing before sleep overtakes her as well.

 

His slumber is dreamless.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

They walk, a giant of a woman and a runt of a boy, alone together through the endless expanse of this arid desert. The black, inky sky above them is dotted with an innumerable amount of twinkling white stars, shining down on them alongside the two strange moons and serving to illuminate the way. Frigid winds blow across the winding dunes, causing the boy to raise his hood higher. She, however, is completely undeterred, having already spent most of her life in such an environment. The Signless troll clings to the Dolorosa's elegant shawl, shivering from the cold night air. She does not resist, always happy to shelter him from the harshness of this land. He looks up at his adoptive 'Lusus', taking in the warm, comforting aroma of her finely sewn, though sand-worn dress.

 

How she towers above him.

 

For as long as he can remember, the sight of her tall, proud figure has been both comforting and intimidating. His very first memories are of her, cradling him in her powerful arms. She completely abandoned her sacred duties to selflessly ensure his survival, raising and protecting him against all manner of threats. Now six solar sweeps old, the Signless still finds himself relying on her guidance on many things, but he is strong enough now to take care of himself against (most) hostile wildlife. Fondling his weapon, a rusty sickle plundered from an old ruin, he then clutches her hand tightly, feeling her fingers firmly wrap around his hand as they continue onwards. The Dolorosa soon stops to glance up towards the sky, her expression changing to one of apparent concern. They've been traveling for what must have been hours, and she was uncertain as to when the sun would rise. Though she can fully withstand its blistering rays, an attribute exclusive only to her caste, the boy, even with his mutant blood color, would likely have not fared so well. She must find shelter, and she must find it soon.

 

He notices her pick up speed, briskly moving towards something in the far off distance. She had to squint to better see, for her night-vision was naturally weaker than his. There were some difficulties in adjusting to a life in the night, but it was one she'd felt was worth it. He yawns out, visibly quite exhausted from their long, arduous trek. Noticing this, she stops, walking over towards him and then picking him up with her arms, his weight slightly straining her strong arms. Oh, how far they've come! He may no longer be that helpless little grub, and was still on his way to becoming a strong adult, she knew that she would always be his custodian, his guardian. And he would forever be her precious wriggler. Now seated on her shoulders, the boy lovingly runs his fingers through her dark hair as she strokes his cheek, soothing him until the gentle embrace of sleep comes. She smiles, before carefully making sure her tall horns do not accidentally stab him.

 

Satisfied that he was safe enough, the Dolorosa slowly proceeded on, digging her toes into the cool, shifting sands to better ensure support. The sensation is not at all unfamiliar to her, as she'd shunned wearing absolutely any footwear since her childhood, and she indeed finds it to be rather relaxing. It was a choice that she never once regretted, even despite the odd things she might accidentally step on. The Signless begins to shift slightly, wrapping both of his hands around her horns. She smiles once more, wondering as to what he might have been dreaming of, and hoping they were pleasant this time. These past few days he'd been plagued with various nightmares, waking up screaming and babbling incoherently about "the wicked empress". Surely he couldn't have been talking about *her*?! No, he practically knew nothing of the Hemospectrum and all the atrocities associated with it, outside of the fact that thanks to his rich crimson blood, he would have been considered an outcast, fit only to be slain.

 

Thankfully, they had both had almost no contact with any other Trolls, living nomadically, constantly darting off from cave to ruin, never able to stay at one place for too long. Numerous complications, such as cave-ins, deadly beasts or even an unfortunate Imperial Drone encounter, forced them to constantly wander. It almost felt as if the fates conspired to keep them from having a stable home... Yet this harsh, unforgiving wilderness *was* home, for it was only here that they would be free from the tyranny of the Alternian Empire.

 

She sighs out before she focuses back on what's ahead of her, squinting against the darkness to try and get a clearer view. Her eyes widen as she finds that it is the entrance to a cave. How fortuitous indeed! She'd begun fearing that they would have had sheltered under the trees. If the shading proved too weak against the blistering sun then... That was a risk she just wasn't willing to take. Carefully, she proceeded to adjust the position of the boy, cradling him in her arms now as she promptly made her way down towards the cave. Though he was average of height for one of six sweeps, she stood at almost eight feet tall, though such great sizes were common amongst her blood. Her great stature was a facet she was neither ashamed nor proud of, though at times she would feel worried that the boy might have felt needlessly intimidated.

 

Several minutes later, they eventually arrived at the mouth of the cave. The Dolorosa breathes out, she herself feeling rather exhausted from their difficult journey. She wanted little more now than to join her companion in another peaceful slumber. She moves in, stroking the Signless's hair as she notices him begin to shift slightly, mumbling slightly. More bad dreams? She frowned at the thought, hugging him closer to her breast. Though she could protect him from many things, she was powerless against these nightmares. All she could do was offer her inexhaustible comfort and support. She cared for this boy more than she'd ever cared for anyone in her entire life, even despite the secrets she may have kept from him.

 

The cave extended downwards, meaning that she needed to keep her footing stable. She didn't want to trip and injure the boy, now did she? Entering down, she found that the cold, smooth terrain of the cave welcoming in comparison to the ever shifting, soft sands she was most accustomed to walking across. Inside, she was greeted only by darkness, and she perked her ears up for any signs of possible residents. Outside of her charge's soft breathing and the dripping of water further in, there was only silence. Moving in further enough into the cave so that they were away from the entrance, she then placed the boy down by the wall, kissing his cheek and patting his hair lovingly before then curling down besides him, smiling once more as she notices him embrace her. As mature and as tough as he may try to look, she knew he was a sweet soul. Eventually, the embrace of sleep overtook the Dolorosa, and she eventually joined the Signless in peaceful repose...

 

-

 

Through this endless nothing he runs.

 

He does not know where is going, only that he must get away from her as fast as he can. He must get away. The boy cannot see her, he cannot see anything, but it feels as if she is all around him. Only darkness surrounds him, a thick, engulfing blackness that threatened to strangle him like the tentacles of a mighty, unfathomable monster. A horrendous, evil cackling echoes throughout, causing the boy to run as fast as he possibly can. Suddenly, the scene shifts, and he finds himself falling, screaming out as he descends into the voids of oblivion.

 

Her laughter grows louder and louder as he flails, before a tentacle shaped from the inky blackness wraps around him. He struggles, but cannot break free of its grip, only able to call out for his beloved Lusus, yet he knows she is not here and he is alone, he is all alone and the realization of this is enough to almost bring him to tears but he knows he must be strong that is what she always told him he MUST stay strong. A powerful and sleek figure, seemingly made from the inky void, emerges out of the darkness, and in horror he realizes it is her; the Empress of Alternia. He has never seen her before in his entire life outside of these dreams, these dreams that tell him so many wicked and wondrous things, of the long lost past and the uncertain future. It all just comes to him, as if they were but memories.

 

Memories, perhaps, that are not even his own.

 

The Empress proceeds to grin widely, baring rows of vicious, knife-like teeth, yet it is her eyes that disturb him the most, for she does not have any. Only searing white greets him as she stares at her, trying his best not to show fear. He must not show fear, he must not be weak. She only grins further. Enraged, the boy loudly curses at her, desperately struggling against the void as she continues to mock him, her shrill, disturbing laughter amongst the vilest sound he ever heard. The wicked seadweller encircles him, her evil sneer growing ever further as she notices how helpless he is. She playfully fondles her golden trident, radiant and striking against the sheer darkness of this place. He struggles further and further, but it is in vain, only causing the girl to clutch her sides in cruel laughter.

 

What he does know of her is that she is the face of this accursed Empire; this Empire built on nothing but mindless cruelty and subjugation. Of course he hates her, and she too loathes him greatly. She despises him because of the putrid crimson blood coursing through his veins. She despises him because he is new, he is different, and difference represents all that is against her and her Empire...

 

Revolution.

 

Then, another figure appears, this time floating down from above. Another woman, though he cannot make out what she looks like. What he can make out is that the presence of this being fills him with utter happiness. The smiles of the Empress does not wane, even as she slowly begin to fade away, vanishing entirely once the blessed figure waves an ill-defined arm, causing the tendril around the boy to loosen and fade. With it, the witch soon vanishes, the void's darkness no longer as threatening to him. He runs to her, but finds that his mind cannot comprehend her form. He sees a striking feminine shape, but the color does not stay consistent, constantly shifting from a striking emerald to darker, more earthly hues. She is beauty beyond comprehension. Pure warmth and kindness seems to emanate from this entity, and the boy carelessly runs towards her, wrapping his arms around the ethereal being in a tight hug as an invigorating feeling washes over him, completely overtaking all of his senses.

 

Love? No, this was rather different; it was far more primal... A more basic, primitive instinct....

 

Lust.

 

-

 

The Signless awakens to the distant sounds of struggle.

 

He is in a cave, curled up on the cold rock floor. His Lusus is nowhere in sight, a fact which quickly begins to worry him while he moves upwards towards the noises. There was definitely no time to ruminate on the strange dream, or of the soreness around his testicles. Though it is humiliating and sometimes even painful, he's learned to ignore it well enough. Shaking his head, the boy ran quicker, fearing greatly that his Guardian might be in danger. Though she is such a strong woman, and very much capable of defending herself against almost anything out here, there had still been a few close calls in the past.

 

The battle appears to be growing further intense. The boy wastes no time getting to the mouth of the cave as fast as his legs can, noting the darkness of the sky. It is still evening, thankfully. He steps out into the cool air, looking up and watching the grey clouds slowly drift by the night sky, wondering on how long was left until the sun rose again. His custodian and her aggressor are nowhere in sight, yet a smatter of rich jade on the ground catches his eye, causing his eyes to widen as panic almost overtakes him. It was blood, her beautiful emerald blood, meaning that she was hurt! Trying his best to remain calm, the Signless reached for his sickle, only to realize all too late that it wasn't even on him! The sounds of the struggle grew louder, leading him to decide to run towards the noises instead of wasting time looking around for the weapon.

 

Heading up a small dune hill, he followed more splatters of green against the black sands, his heart rapidly beating in anxiety. Once high enough, the boy was greeted by a direct view of the fight between his Lusus and a voracious man-sized Centipede. Freezing up, his eyes widened. He was too stunned with fear to do anything but watch the fight unfold. The Dolorosa charged at it, wielding his sickle in one hand. Her dress was tattered from the waist down, exposing her lengthy, strong legs, which were covered in numerous cuts and gashes, several bleeding her precious jade blood out into the sand. She was not slowed down at the least however, fearlessly circling the horrid beast and dodging each of its lunges at her. As she swiped the sickle at it, the centipede began to crawl backwards, digging several of its longer legs into the sand before then abruptly letting out a shrill hiss, leaping into the air and pouncing at the Dolorosa. Unable to properly react in time, she was thrown to the ground, allowing the creature to then constrict its segmented body around her torso.

 

Mouth hung agape, the Signless uselessly watched her struggle to break free, rolling on the ground to try and pry the creature off her. Alas, its grip was far too strong, and her attempts on getting away only cause the Centipede to wrap itself tighter around her, burying several of its legs into the sand to anchor them down as it hissed and bit, spittle flying out of its circular, toothy maw. It manages to bite her abdomen, tearing off a part of her dress and exposing the skin beneath. Before it could attempt to injure her, she instantly cries out, distracting the beast enough to headbutt it beneath the neck area, successfully stabbing her lengthy through its softer underbelly and causing it to pull away screeching, lime blood spraying out of the wound and all over the Dolorosa.

 

Now freed, the Dolorosa immediately runs at the downed monstrosity, stomping on the top of its head as she then slashed the sickle across its neck, piercing through its softer carapace. She continued mercilessly slashing until it finally stopping moving, signified by the last of its numerous twitching legs growing limp. She did nothing but pant heavily, dropping onto her knees. Staring upwards, her eyes widen as she notices the Signless standing on a dune hill, watching the entire battle. The woman was given little time to get up before he speeded over to her, embracing his injured guardian in a tight hug. He sobbed loudly, tears streaming down his face while he babbled out incoherently on her shoulder, absolutely relived that she was alright. She returns the hug, returning his sickle to him and wrapping her arms around his body as she whispered words of comfort to him, her fingers gently running over his hair. That always helped calm him down, and his crying soon slowly subsided. She didn't fault him for being too afraid to help, and was actually relived that he didn't join. How would she handle it if he had gotten grievously injured? The few close calls they had in the past would still haunt her dreams, alongside her deeper shame...

 

Wiping his tears away, the Signless glances down at her legs, noting a heavy gash on of her thighs was still bleeding out. Despite this, she was still able to get up even without his support. The Dolorosa stood tall and proud, barely even flinching at any pain those wounds should have surely been causing her. This was a quality of her that the boy loved dearly, glad that he was being raised by such a strong, beautiful and steadfast woman. His eyes had "involuntarily" affixed themselves on her exposed legs, observing just how shapely they were. Even while wounded they were extremely alluring, so finely sculpted from sweeps of crossing this desert. He was reminded of the dream he'd just had, and of the mysterious green woman in it... Surely it couldn't have been her?! And yet, who else could it have possibly been? The boy promptly shook his head, banging his knuckles against his skull. This was not the time for such lewd thoughts; how could dare think of how attractive her legs were instead of her injuries!

 

She doesn't appear to notice him, since she was preoccupied with the dead Centipede, crouching by it and proceeding to then lift it up by the head. Though the thing was almost around her length, she was able to lift it up almost effortlessly, moving forward to drag it towards their cave. The Signless ran over to try and help her, hesitating at first due to how grotesque it looked. He noticed that it seemed to have a trail of what looked like bulbous green 'eyes' dotted all over its body, a few of which had begun leaking pus. Taking as deep a breath as he could, he then attempted to lift its lower end, dropping it immediately once he felt the slimy carapace. Seeing this, the Dolorosa only smiled slightly, shaking her head to let the boy know that she could handle this herself. His eyes dart down to her legs, nervously observing the blood slowly seeping out from the deeper wounds.

 

It worries him greatly, but she barely appears fazed by it. He did note a slight limp to her overall sturdy walk, however, which really didn't help him feel any better. He follows her, keeping close behind her as she effortlessly dragged the carcass uphill. A small trail of jade blood followed them both, though her bleeding was beginning to stem somewhat. Remembering what she'd told him about how resilient trolls were in general, and how those in her caste were able to recover from wounds slightly faster than those below calmed him enough, though he still couldn't help but feel terrible in seeing his Lusus injured like this. He should have helped! Even if he didn't have a weapon, he could have distracted it or just done something other than stand around like a coward! But he was just so very frightened. Though it was shameful, he knew that she would have understood, as her kindness truly knew no bounds.

 

The sky had lightened considerably during the fight, turning from a cool, inky black to a light blue. He loved the sight of it, though they rarely slept outside. His lusus greatly feared the sun and how it would affect him, and so they would always shelter underneath any nearby caves or ruins. For one reason or another, they were never allowed to have a consistent home, always forced out of their current residence eventually. It was like a curse following them, and at times the Signless wondered if it was due to his mutant blood. As if the gods themselves were offended by his existence. That was a prospect that worried him, though spirituality was something he never thought much on. Finally, after what seemed like many sluggish hours, they made their way back to the mouth of the cave. He continued to stick close by the Dolorosa throughout, trying his best to not look at her injuries or the grotesque beast she was hauling. She steps inside first, effortlessly dragging the entirety of the carcass into the cave. She rests up against the cave wall, exhausted from the ordeal. The Signless immediately pounces on her, trapping her in yet another tight hug. Smiling, she carefully wraps her arms around him as well, caressing him back.

 

Though she is covered with blood, both of her own and of the monster's, the Signless wasn't deterred at all, burying his face deeply in her chest and taking in the wonderful aroma of her now tattered dress. Now together, they cherish the moment for what feels like many a blissful eon, grateful that they were both alive and safe. She eventually breaks the hug, crawling over towards the carcass and kneeling besides it. He remained by the wall, closely observing as she used both of her arms to attempt prying the creature's plates off. He was rather disgusted at the prospect that they were going to eat it, but the heavy rumbling in his stomach proved stronger, and he trusted that she knew it would be edible enough. Besides, it wasn't like they hadn't eaten stranger things before. He could manage this.

 

With a sick cracking sound, she separated several of its segmented plates, exposing the disgustingly squishy looking flesh underneath. Glancing back at the Signless, she then requests that he go collect firewood from the outside. He appears concerned, not wanting to leave her just yet, but she insists, assuring him that she is alright. The bleeding had stopped, and she was a strong woman. Pausing slightly in hesitation, he then accepted, taking his sickle out and moving upwards to the outside. Taking one look behind, he then blew her a kiss, responded by his Lusus doing the same, wishing him back quickly and safely.

 

Watching as he left the cave, the woman then focuses back on the carcass, digging her hands into the soft flesh and tearing off large chunks. She carefully samples the meat, ensuring that it is safe for consumption; it was quite sticky and sour in taste, tinged with what seemed like metal? It was edible at least, just about enough to last them a day or so. Staring up at the mouth of the cave, the Dolorosa began to wonder on how well the Signless was doing all alone. Though she knew he would be fine, shaking off the worrying thoughts was never easy. Ever since he was a grub, she constantly fussed over his safety, especially due to his unprecedented mutant blood. What was wrong with him? Well, nothing; she found that he was perfectly normal in almost all other regards, though he expressed none of the psychic capabilities expected from lowerbloods. Would he have even constituted as a lowblood, though? His blood was so entirely different that it was practically off the hemospectrum! Because of this, the lingering fear that he was weaker constantly hounded her.

 

Shutting her eyes, she reaches into a small pocket in her shawl, hoping that it was still there. After feeling around a bit, she soon took out a tiny, dark green capsule, staring at it solemnly for some time... Growth hormones, plundered from the Brooding Caverns. This capsule was the last one remaining out of the sweeps worth she'd taken. Despite the fact that they weren't designed to be fed to trolls, they were known to have positive effects on them. And indeed, she noticed nothing wrong with either of them, as she'd share the hormones in their meals.

 

Though it did almost nothing to her, the boy seemed to have begun developing some, still very slight, muscular mass. He remained completely oblivious while she'd secretly slip it into his food, which was something she was not at all proud of. At times the guilt almost threatened to tear her apart inside, but he could never know. It wasn't like her intentions had ever been malicious! No, on the contrary, she'd done it to fully ensure he would grow strong enough to survive out here. The boy was a mutant, and she'd immensely feared that he wouldn't have survived his first pupation. Yet to her immense relief, he did, and now here they were six sweeps later, that little grub on his way to becoming a strong, healthy adult. She is proud of him, despising herself for the deceit, even if there weren't any adverse effects. It was too far late to tell him anyway, even though he would have surely accepted and understood why, right?

 

No. Nothing could excuse this. It was obvious that one of reasons she refused to tell him (perhaps the biggest reason) was shame. Continuing to stare at the capsule, the Dolorosa sighs. Oh, she deserved shame. She hadn't fed him any of the hormones for several sweeps, having come down to this final one believing that the boy was fine enough. Yet he had just been so scared today, he would surely appreciate this. In the end she just wanted him strong enough to survive in case anything happened to her. The recent scars on her legs would serve as a good reminder of her own mortality, though her ruined shawl was barely an issue. In time she could probably fine some materials to repair it, but it didn't matter that much. Sighing once more, the Dolorosa then crawled back towards the carcass, ripping out more chunks of meat as she prepared their food. Breaking the capsule apart, she sprinkled bits of it over the food, throwing away the last bits and sighing out. This was perhaps one of the most potent hormones she'd, being the final one, and she was just glad to be finally done with it.

 

The Signless eventually returns, carrying a large bundle of sticks and branches in his arms. She immediately got up to greet him, taking the sticks from his grasp and giving him a kiss on the forehead. He beams widely, always glad to help. The trip outside had been relatively uneventful, having spent the time exploring the region and climbing trees. He did also ruminate on his dream, though he didn't want to dwell on it much at the moment. It was mealtime now, and he was starving!

 

Following his Lusus deeper inside, he noticed the Centipede's carcass had been shoved into a corner, gutted out and mutilated. There was a large hole apparent in parts of its separated carapace, and chunks of lime-green meat placed in a small pile. He gulps, still quite unnerved by the appearance of the creature. Something about its glowing white Carapace and numerous, grotesque legs seemed to horrify him at a base level. The fears were rather unfounded though, seeing how it was dead and all. The boy moved over towards his Lusus, helping her set the fire up. Seating herself down, he then sat besides her, watching as she picked up two rocks and clacked them together. With a spark, a warm fire instantly burst from the bundle. He earnestly watches it for some time, entranced by the shadows cast on the cave walls. They almost seemed to tell a story, but of what? His mind didn't feel like filling in the gaps at the moment, for his rumbling belly had him preoccupied.

 

Picking up a spare stick, he watched his lusus begin to skewer a large chunk of meat, roasting it above the fire. Following her example, the Signless takes a stick, reluctantly stabbing a small chunk of meat. Eyeing it, he found the lime coloration and sticky texture to be most repugnant, but stomached it, holding it over the flames and watching as they warmed and cooked it. Even roasted, he still hesitated consuming the meat, finding it to look utterly disgusting. Staring at the Dolorosa, he noticed her bite down into her meal, chewing it softly and quietly with little fuss. The taste clearly wasn't bothering her, so why should it bother him? And food was food; he had no absolutely right to be fussy, especially after the hell she went through to get it. Breathing in, he moved the stick in closer towards his mouth, taking a small nibble on the edge of the meat...

 

His eyes widened in surprise, finding that it actually wasn't THAT bad. The Signless takes another bite, humming out audibly in pleasure. It wasn't just 'not that bad', it... It was good! He takes out a larger bite, messily chewing in frenzied vigor. This was *REALLY* good, he couldn't get enough! Noticing that he enjoyed the food, the Dolorosa smiled slightly, before going back to quietly eating her meal. Her heart ached at the fact that she fed him those hormones, but it had been necessary for his well-being, right? She didn't know anymore; she never really knew, actually.

 

They ate together for about half an hour, the Signless ravenously mowing down on his food until he'd eventually finished it all, and was still aching for more. She gladly gave up what she had left, having eaten enough. Growing boys needed to eat, after all. The moment he finished the last of the meet, the boy then crawled towards her, hugging her close and thanking her for everything. She smiled once more, holding him close as she ignored the pangs of guilt deep inside. They remained together in blissful serenity, the Dolorosa running her fingers through the Signless's hair while he snuggled up against her great body. He loved moments like these, and could find no greater joy than to spend time with her. The Dolorosa felt the exact same way. His eyes found their way down to her (strikingly long!) legs again, carefully examining the scars. He was relived when he noticed that they had just begun healing over. As she'd once taught him, trolls higher up on this "hemospectrum" withstood wounds better and healed faster. This fact didn't help comfort him while she was being attacked, of course, but he was grateful she could manage. Another thing he does notice is how shapely they are, finely toned and slightly muscular from sweeps of living in such a wasteland.

 

The boy's gaze moves lower still, focused at her large and rather supple feet. Neither of them had any footwear; the Signless had small straps of cloth protecting his feet, yet she wore nothing on hers, being permanently barefooted for as long as he could remember. The soles of her feet were heavily calloused, always covered in a layer of sand and dirt, though she never seemed to mind one bit. Her bravery is a quality that he adores and looks up to immensely, a quality that he one day hoped to be able to emulate. The boy suddenly felt his testicles begin churning painfully the more he stared at her feet, something which commonly occurred when he got aroused. Why this happened he never knew, but it was a good reminder that he shouldn't have been having these thoughts. This woman constantly risked her life to raise him, and here he was looking at her like this? How could he?! How DARE he?

 

....

 

How *couldn't* he?

 

Everything about her, from the tips of her lovely horns, the striking color of her magnificent emerald eyes and all the way down to her graceful, lengthy toes was utterly and completely gorgeous. How could he dare deny her beauty? The Signless's mind drifts back to that dream earlier, wondering on the identity of the green woman. It had to have been her, but what did it mean? The emotions he'd felt in it were still quite vivid, a very bizarre quality of his already strange dreams. He'd felt love for her, and more regrettably, lust. Strong, overwhelming lust. He'd never had such thoughts about her before, but his body had been changing recently. The boy's genitals were swelling earlier than he'd expected, but he had been told that he would finally be on his way to maturation. He feared on how this might have affected their relationship, hugging her tighter. She didn't seem to notice his staring, as her eyes had been closed while she softly patted his hair and rubbed his ears. She was too busy taking in this moment. This helped make him feel better. It always, always did.

 

He notices the Dolorosa had stopped brushing his hair and her breathing had slowed, signs she had fallen asleep. Considering how hectic it had been today, it was more than well-earned. The Signless shifts his position, softly kissing her on the cheek as he got up. Though she may have been tired, he wasn't. Staring off towards the cave mouth, he raises a hand to protect from the distant shine of the newly risen sun. There was no way he could go exploring outside now. He seated himself down by his slumbering guardian, wondering on what he could do now. He didn't feel like sleeping, nor did he want to accidentally rouse her. What to do now? Tapping his fingers on the limestone ground, the boy turns his attention towards his right, noticing that the cave extended in deeper.

 

There was more to this place than he'd first thought. Staring back at the Dolorosa, he quietly creeps up towards her and gives her another kiss on the cheek, before then fondling his sickle. As he took it out, he proceeded to make his way further into the cave. The boy didn't feel too great about going off without her permission, but he wasn't exactly a child anymore, was he? Not a grown man yet, but he was getting there, and he could definitely handle himself... Against things that weren't grotesque Hell-Centipedes, that is.

 

Forgetting that shameful incident, he puffs his chest out, breathing in deeply before going in deeper, squinting against the darkness. His vision adjusts quickly enough, and the area around him grows clear enough for him to walk through with ease. The ground below him is moister here, and the only sounds he can hear are that of echoing dripping. There's water further in, it seems. His mouth did feel a little dry, and dehydration was an issue here in the desert. The flask's he carried were both almost emptied, so retrieving any amount of drinking water was his main priority now. Gripping the rusty sickle tighter, he raises his hood up and heads lower down this tunnel. He takes a glance behind, noticing that he'd now moved a good distance away from the cave's entrance. Thankfully, the area here was linear enough thus far, so getting lost wouldn't be an issue.

 

Onwards he went. Time had never been too easy to keep track of, considering they'd never had a proper watch, but it felt as if he'd been walking for about an hour now. The tunnel seemed almost never ending, and he was beginning to feel uncomfortable. Maybe it was best if he went back, they could find water when the sun went down, and they surely could manage for a few more hours. The boy shakes his head, scolding himself for this pitiful cowardice. He was scared of going into a cave! How would he *ever* last if remained this weak?! Sighing, he took a deep breath in, trying to calm himself down. There really shouldn't have been anything to worry about, and he had his sickle. He'd be fine... He hoped.

 

The boy moves onwards, following the dripping noises further in. He passes through several jagged stalagmites protruding stalagmites, and ducking over the stalactites above. His cloak carelessly caught on one, and he pulls it off with little hesitation. It was just a piece of cloth, and it wasn't anywhere near the level of damage his Lusus's wonderful dress had taken. He sighs out sadly, shaking the memories of that embarrassing incident away. The air was thick and moist, and he could have sworn that there almost seemed to have been a thin layer of fog surrounding his knees, though it could have easily been a trick of the eyes. The Signless begins to yawn. The few hours of sleep he'd gotten were beginning to take their toll, but he had to persevere. As he walks further, the Signless begins to notice the fog around him grow thicker along with the humidity levels. It became harder to breath, and he could feel sweet drops of sweat beginning to form. Were they under a hotspring or something? His clothes had begun to cling to his skin, and his perspiration grew heavier.

 

Trying his best to ignore how damn hot he was, the Signless wades through the thickening grey fog. He could feel sweat from under his armpits and in more 'sensitive' regions, much to his irritation. As he continued walking, something ahead caught the boy's eye. Running towards it, he was greeted by the sight of several strange, yellowish fungi growing around a small opening, leading into a dark tunnel. Staring at the mushrooms for some time, the Signless eventually thought it best to ignore them, following the tunnels ahead. Sure, they could have been edible, but he recalled bad experiences with eating random fungus when he was younger. Definitely not something he wanted to repeat.

 

He didn't know how long he spent walking; only that it seemed to endlessly drag on. The only source of illumination was those mushrooms, which glowed in the dark, serving to light his path in a most strange and ethereal fashion. The ground beneath him felt wet and cool, and the fog around him seemed to have become more... wet? Everything just felt wetter here. The sensation was almost akin to moving through a soft drizzling rain, an experience he always greatly enjoyed. Stepping out into the other side of the tunnel, the Signless dropped his sickle, his jaw dropping in sheer awe as he saw it...

 

A small underground lake, its dark and splendid waters illuminated by gargantuan whitish-blue mushrooms, growing up from by the waters and cave-walls. The fungi almost looked as large as trees, with some ethereal, wispy tentacles serving as makeshift branches of a sort. A quiet stream of water from above constantly replenished it, and he swore he could see small things skitter across the surface of the water, though he couldn't make them out clearly. The boy remained dumbstruck, gazing up at those magnificent fungi for some time, his eyes widened like dish-plates. Never before had he ever seen anything like this! It was absolutely spectacular. After some time, the Signless then heard the sound of hurried, naked feet slapping against the ground, and turned around to see the Dolorosa standing behind him, her eyes locked to the glowing blue fungi that had captivated the boy as well. Padding over towards him, she places a hand on his shoulder. Together, they did nothing but watch the scenery for some time, captivated by the sheer magic of this magnificent, empyreal place.

 

The Dolorosa is the first to move towards the waters, her soft steps quiet against the hard ground. This stone floor is still a welcome break from the constant sands she'd shift through, especially with how cool and sticky it is here. She proceeds to step in up to her ankles, immediately letting out a sharp sigh of pleasure. The sensation of cool water by her dirtied, rough soles was amazing, and it prompted her to then kneel down and wade further in, arching her back and stretching her legs out. She beckons to the Signless, who carefully moves towards her, bending over to remove his tight, dusty foot-straps. Rolling his trousers up, the boy then sits down besides his guardian, gasping out and shuddering once he felt how cold the water was. He then watches as his guardian begins rubbing her feet, washing off layers of sand and dirt collected from their many travels. The Signless blushes, finding himself to be reluctantly aroused by her radiantly wettened legs, but was quickly distracted by a sharp pang of pain in his forbidden parts.

 

Staring downwards at his own feet, and then looking to hers, a thought then came to the boy; did he *really* need those straps? His lusus did well enough without footwear, so could he! He gets up and wades in deeper, dropping the old cloth straps into the water. She notices this, smiling widely as he then walked up and seated himself on her lap, snuggling up against her. There is one thing more beautiful than this, and it is basking in silence with her, underneath the surreal, glowing light of these great mushrooms.

 

In time, sleep overtakes him...

 

-

 

He flies.

 

The earth so far beneath him is nothing more than a distant blur as he speeds his way across this desert. There is a multitude of vague colors; fertile greens, warm orange, yet the most striking and prevalent is blue. He is flying through a sea of endless blue. The blistering sun is not here to harm him, yet somehow it is as bright as day (he always wished to walk under the sun). He doesn't know why he can fly, for he has no wings, but he does not care. He feels invigorated, like he had the strength of a god, and wonders perhaps if he can fly amongst even them? What a daring dream! He swoops and soars, zooming past the drifting white clouds and bouncing on them as if they were like trampolines.

 

Something on the ground eventually catches his eye, and out of curiosity he decides to eventually land by the dunes, moving on foot towards the strange object in the distance. It is a stunning white tower, shining radiantly in the middle of this lifeless wasteland. It extends high up into the sky, seeming to almost pierce through all that blue above. The boy's eyes lock on the strange orb at its very tip, before quickly pulling away. Something about it feels him with a sense of deep dread, but he does not (never will) know why. Nearing it, he attempts to look for an entrance, only to find that there are no windows, doors or any sort of opening at all.

 

He kicks at it in frustration, already irritated by the presence of that despicable orb. Staring up after a moment of hesitation, he then curses it, still unsure as to why it bothers him so. The feeling of hatred was strong enough that he refused to fly up there for a closer look, opting to stay on the ground rather than come into contact with it. Leaning against the tower, he notices how unnaturally smooth it feels. It showed no signs whatsoever of having been worn by the sands, almost as if it had just been built but a second ago. He loathes this place, and yet he cannot leave it, compelled somehow to remain by it. He must wait for something, but is unsure exactly as to what. He does know that it is important, so much so that it is worth tolerating the presence of this wretched tower.

 

Time passes slowly and strangely here. Is it an hour now, or just half? He doesn't know; all he knows is that he is bored senseless. The sky remains static, as there is no sun above to fall or rise. He doesn't really mind, finding the sparkling blue above to be comforting. Yet he is growing impatient, and resting directly against this tower is not helping to lighten his mood. The Signless attempted to pass the time by watching the clouds, but found to his surprise that they had all vanished, rendering the sky eerily clear. Suddenly, the boy feels something smack against the side of his side, the shock of it causing him to fall over.

 

It is a pebble, thrown from somewhere above. Looking up, he spots a thin tree growing from the side of the tower, something he was positive was not there before. The Signless gasps the instant he catches a vague glimpse of the person seated on its branches... A female, her alluring figure concealed by the deep shadows of the tree (yet there is no sun). Before he can get a better look at her however, she quickly darts off giggling, a sound so lovely it sings through his ears even after she is gone.

 

Wasting no time at all, the Signless flies up at the tree, finding much to his chagrin that it had begun to grow, extending towards the sky the further he tried to follow it, purple leaves haphazardly floating everywhere. He could see the girl jumping from branch to branch, her soft laughter carried by the winds. He is desperate not to lose sight of her, darting carelessly under winding branches and roots. It is incredible how fast she moves, effortlessly keeping up with him as she agilely hops up the branches, so rapidly that he still cannot make her out clearly. The tree had extended so much now that they were far above the ground and the tower, and he feared that he would never catch up with her if it continued growing like this. He could not give up; he couldn't dare let her out of his sight. He could not lose her.

 

Fortunately for him, the tree eventually stops growing, ending up several miles above the ground, high above the desert and that wretched white tower. Eventually, he decides it best to land on a branch. Though flying was wonderful, he felt it might have been easier this way, to get level with her and walk as she does. He begins manually scaling this magical tree, hopping on several of its branches with ease as he went upwards on his journey to find that beautiful and mysterious girl... In time, he eventually reaches the top, climbing up on a thick branch extending a good distance away from the rest of the tree.

 

Attempting to keep his footing stable, the boy refrains from looking down as he made his way towards the end, where the figure was seated, her legs carelessly dangling over the distant ground. Steps slow and cautious, the figure eventually grew closer to him, until he was eventually several feet behind her. The Signless's jaw dropped the instant he saw her hairstyle and her hairstyle and her horns; for they were completely identical in appearance to his Lusus's. He took several steps back, shaking his head in complete disbelief. He blinks, and in that instant she vanished, leaving him only further disoriented. Fast, playful tapping on his shoulder then causes him to almost fall over in shock, until a thin arm grabs around his torso and brings him face to face with the girl at last.

 

The first thing he notices is that she was much younger, around his age and only a few feet taller than him. She wore a short, dark-green dress, tight fitting enough that it acquainted the curves of her exquisitely attractive body. Small, though noticeably perk breasts jut out from her chest, rubbing against his as she pulls him closer towards her. He stares back at her for some time, looking deeply into her grey irises. Though nowhere near as gorgeous as the Dolorosa's striking, emerald eyes, the cool grey color had a certain allure to it, and he finds he couldn't look away.

 

She is flawless, so stunningly beautiful that he finds himself growing breathless the more he looks at her, his erection throbbing. His eyes dart up at her gorgeous face, then downwards to those strong, shapely legs. Still barefooted, he notices, her dirtied, lithe toes holding onto the branch with the utmost ease. He hugs himself closer against her, feeling his penis stiffen as he sniffs her fragrant, gorgeous skin. She smells of those desert flowers he always adored, and she looks every bit as gorgeous. Staring closely, the boy can then spot a bulge in her dress. His smile grows wider. The girl begins running her fingers through his hair, her precious smile growing ever wider as the boy grows further aroused, heart racing in his tight chest. He wraps his arms around her torso, breathing on the young Dolorosa's neck as she sighs out in delight. Even if this wasn't actually her, the Signless still found the girl beautiful beyond compare.

 

The world around them shifts. They are both back on the ground now, the wretched white tower and all trees gone. They stand alone in the middle of this vast wasteland, yet they are together and that is all that he could ever desire. With a smile, the girl then pulls away from his, running into the desert as he ran up to catch her. He is reminded of the times when he was but a wriggler, climbing on top of his Lusus as they played together, underneath the endless ocean of a million sparkling stars. Moments like that were ones he would forever cherish, as he did the time spent with this girl; his guardian...

 

His lover.

 

With no hesitation, he quickly pulls her into a tight, passionate kiss, locking his lips against hers as they hug their bodies close. She does not resist, kissing him back as they embrace for what feels like countless blissful sweeps. Everything else but her is irrelevant, all he wishes is to touch and feel and love her forever.

 

Driven with arousal, his penis throbs stiffly, and he can feel a hard, turgid bulge rub against his leg. He giggles, opening his eyes and looking down, greeted by the sight of her erection shyly protruding from beneath her dress. Blushing, the Signless then carefully lowers his hand and begins to gently rub the head of her penis, causing the girl to gasp out sharply. With a playful smile, the boy then carefully tightens his grip around his partner's penis, moving his hand up and down as her legs shook uncontrollably. The girl's squeals of pleasure only served to make him work faster, her nails digging into his skin as he continued gently pulling back and forth in firm, quick strokes. It is so soft and smooth under his touch. Soon enough, the girl finds she can not hold it in any longer and forcefully ejaculates all over the Signless's clothes, spraying it with globules of thick, sticky jade fluids.

 

The boy does not mind in the least, hugging his young guardian tightly and feeling her pounding heart beat against his, her hands running over his back as she pecked his cheeks between breathless panting. They kiss once again, flinging themselves onto the ground in the heat of passion as they roll around in the sands, kissing and grunting and panting and just loving each other. His erection still furious, the boy then pulls away, getting up and throwing off his trousers. She grins widely, admiring the size of his magnificent bulge. She crawls over towards him, raising a hand and lightly cupping his testicles in it, holding them as if they were (forbidden) fruits, before then squeezing them lightly, causing the boy to gasp out and clumsily fall over backwards.

 

Grinning widely, the girl then takes the opportunity to climb up on him, seating her body over his torso. She pulls him into another warm, tight kiss, and the boy can feel her then begin rubbing her penis up against his. He joins her, grinding the shaft of his thick, throbbing member against hers for a full minute, until the friction forces the both of them to ejaculate together, their jade and crimson fluids spraying all over the orange sands. The Signless immediately pulls her into another embrace as she wraps her lean, shapely legs over his shoulders, wriggling her toes in delight as he began licking her neck.

 

Eventually, the Signless gets up on his feet, retrieving his trousers and putting them back on. She remains seated on the sand, watching as the boy raised an outstretched hand towards her, his other hand pointed up towards the sky. The girl beams happily, taking his hand as the Signless then lifted effortlessly lifted her entire body in his arms, cradling her gently as they flew off into the sky. They fly across the desert, her eyes wide in happiness as they leave those boring dunes behind. He swoops and soars once again, holding onto the girl as she screams out happily. She clings onto him for dear life, his hold on her strong.

 

The sky darkens.

 

It is slow at first, enough that he only notices it once it is already too late. Inky black tendrils seep across the canvas of blue, seeming to almost follow them as the world is engulfed in blackness. The Signless does not know what is going on; only that he is afraid but must stay strong for her. The girl is frightened as well, clinging to him tightly and whimpering as tears stream down her cheeks. He must protect her as she protected him, and he will *not* fail. The Signless speeds up quicker, trying his hardest to escape the encroaching darkness as the girl sobs quietly into his chest, and he can feel her scared heart pound beat against his chest. The warm, orange sands below are now entirely covered in pitch black, and the sky is soon consumed, the entire world around them now engulfed in this vile ink. A familiarly wicked laugh soon fills the otherwise eerily silent air, one that causes the boy's eyes to widen in pure terror...

 

It is the Empress. She has found them. He tries to flee the tendrils emerging upwards from the sea of black around them, but it is to no avail; in an instant, a tentacle violently smacks them, causing the Signless and the girl to separate and fall. Both are caught by two separate tendrils, and the Signless can do nothing but scream as the girl is taken away from him, her cries echoing throughout the void and causing the boy to struggle harder and harder. He can't lose her, he can't, yet she is slipping away from him and there is nothing he can do but scream.

 

An enormous pair of grinning magenta lips form from the darkness, and in terror the Signless realizes that the girl is being dragged right towards it, her entire flailing body slowly enveloped by the tendril. He kicks and screams and wails and struggles but the tentacle only tightens ever harder around him, refusing to let him free. All he can do is weep and watch uselessly as two piercing fuchsia eyes open and staring down at him. Her condescending gaze is absolutely horrifying and yet he cannot look away, almost as if he were hypnotized.

 

The girl's cries are muffled by the tentacle, which has now constricted itself entirely around her whole body. The tendril moves itself closer and closer towards the Empress's gaping maw, rows of giant, sharp white teeth striking against the sheer black expanse. The tentacle wraps itself tightly around the Signless, extending up to his mouth and preventing him from screaming as the Empress then viciously bites down on the girl, violently ripping her frail, beautiful body in half as the sky is painted with streams of jade...........

 

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The Signless screams.

 

They had slept right by the lake, underneath the strange, glowing white light of the giant mushrooms. He immediately grabs at his crotch, unable to even think properly because of the horrible, stabbing pains now surging through his genitals. This was not an uncommon occurrence; every time he'd had an erotic dream, the boy would awaken with a dull aching sensation in his privates, yet it was always easily ignored and minor. Unfortunately for him, today was different. The pain was excruciating, perhaps even amongst the worst he had ever felt in his entire life, and he could not control himself from screaming out and sobbing.

 

His guardian had already woken, instantly crawling over towards him with a look of utmost horror on her face. She herself was obviously just as confused as he was, though she attempted to hide it, whispering words of comfort to the screeching boy as she moves down to his trousers, eyes widening as she noted that they were soaked. Ripping them off, her horror only intensified as she notices the boy's scrotum, his ballsack gruesomely swollen to twice its size while his erected penis oozed with viscous, translucent pre-cum, dripping out uncontrollably as if from a broken faucet.

 

The Signless could feel his testicles painfully churn out more and more fluids, and he wasn't even properly ejaculating yet! His sobbing only intensified once he saw the Dolorosa immediately begin to break down crying, crawling away from him and curling up in a corner, wailing as loudly as she could. Never before had he seen her like this, not even during the times he had injured himself. The confusion he felt only served to make the entire situation all the more agonizing. Trying his hardest to ignore the excruciating pain, he moves towards her, gripping the head of his penis in an attempt to stem the ridiculous amounts of genetic fluids leaking out.

 

Part of him was more horrified by seeing his Lusus like this instead of his severe genital problem, a likely side effect of this accursed mutant blood. He crawls up towards her, shaking her shoulders and attempting to calm her down, which only causes her to sob even louder. The fact that a woman this strong had been reduced so quickly into a weepy wreck greatly disturbs him, but he knew he had to remain strong for her, even despite his agony. Suddenly, the Dolorosa throws herself over him, bawling deeply on his shoulders. He does the same, crimson tears staining into her shawl. His turgid, swollen penis only continued to messily leak out more pre-cum all over the cave's floor, eventually pooling into a small, translucently pinkish-red puddle. Why does she weep as if she were responsible? He ponders, for this was his curse, not hers. She need not suffer for him.

 

He proceeds to hug her closer, weeping further and wishing that this was all just another one of his terrible nightmares. Wiping away her (beautiful) jade tears, the Dolorosa attempted to calm down, proceeding to then place her hand over the boy's mouth as she then reluctantly stared down at his penis, which still continued to leak with pre-cum. In a daring move, she proceeded to wrap her free hand around the shaft of his penis, causing him to kick his legs out as started to stroke it up and down, soft and slow at first. He desperately needed release, and she knew exactly how to provide it, though she wouldn't like it.

 

Her grip grew firmer and tighter, fingers growing wet and sticky with the boy's runny fluids. It served as lubrication, at least, which would help make this pass quicker. The boy did not resist, barely able to concentrate on anything due to the pain, which had already begun intensifying even further. As she strokes his penis faster and harder, she noticed his testicles swell even more, swollen to the point that she feared they would burst. His face had grown completely red, and he was clearly trying to hold back screaming. The Dolorosa begins to weep again, continuing to rub up and down his shaft, feeling as his already hard penis grew even more turgid. His veiny testicles swelled up even further now, almost looking as if they were on the verge of bursting. It was clear that he could not contain himself; all she had to do now was persevere. She had to stay strong.

 

Finally, after a painfully dragged out minute, the Dolorosa released him, hurriedly backing away from the boy and burying her face in her hands, disregarding how sticky they were as she sobbed and wailed loudly. With a loud cry, the boy then forcefully ejaculated, spraying out massive, thick, ropey streams of red cum all over the cave walls. Never before had he released this much, and it was a sight that was horrifyingly alluring. The pain was slowly phased out by the waves of pleasure he felt from the orgasm, though his testicles still remained swollen and his member was still erect, though the pre-cum overproduction had subsided. The Dolorosa's sobbing did not subside, though the boy was able to stand up now, his legs shaky and unstable. He walks over towards his sobbing Lusus, wrapping her in another tight hug as she looks away from him, as if she was ashamed.

 

He doesn't want her to cry, and he especially didn't want her to cry because of him. The Signless remembers his dream. He remembered the girl (his lusus), and he remembered how he failed to save her. He also remembers how much he loved... No, how much he *loves* her. Shaking her shoulders in an attempt to calm her down, an idea then came to the boy; a very daring idea indeed. Seating himself on her naked legs, the boy then suddenly and abruptly pulls her into a tight kiss, causing the woman to stop sobbing, her entire body freezing up in absolute shock, her eyes widening immensely and her cheeks flushed jade. Even more shockingly is the fact that she does not resist, slowly accepting and then returning his kiss. They embrace for what feels like sweeps, his small body seated on her great legs as they kiss, moaning together.

 

Eventually, the Signless pulls away, staring at her dully before strong feelings of shame overcome him. He was almost about to break down crying when the Dolorosa places a finger on his lips and then promptly kisses him back, pulling him close to her as they embraced and rolled around on the cave floor. This was shameful; both of them knew this... and yet they just could not stop themselves. Her black lips are so luscious and juicy, he cannot help but just sigh out in pleasure while he licks and intertwines his tongue against hers. There is a nagging in the back of the Dolorosa's mind telling her that this is wrong, that she must stop and leave the boy alone. But she ignores it because she loves him and he loves her and neither of them can deny this anymore.

 

Driven by the heat of the moment, the Signless then suddenly pulls away, taking his shirt off and exposing his naked body to her. She is not taken aback, having bathed the boy numerous times in his youth, and only stares at him blankly for some time before running a hand over his nubile young chest, causing the Signless to gasp out. Her hand is warm against his smooth, sweaty skin, and he wraps his fingers around hers, clasping their hands together. His penis was beginning to grow erect once again, pre-cum slowly dripping out, and with it, the sharp pains, though they were thankfully less severe this time around.

 

Noticing the boy begin to whimper and clutch at his genitals, the Dolorosa looks at him sadly, before staring downwards at her own feet, which she recalls he had been ogling recently. An idea came to her, and she proceeds to shift her body backwards, stretching one leg forwards and positioning her leg over his throbbing bulge. The Signless stares at her curiously, wondering exactly as to what she was planning. Carefully and slowly, she then places her large foot over his penis, which was small enough to fit neatly underneath. It is hot and throbbing against the coarse flesh of her sole, and she finds herself growing quite aroused by the feeling. The first thing the Signless does is sharply sigh out, finding the sensation of her rough, almost leathery foot on his soft, sensitive shaft to be both stimulating yet uncomfortable.

 

She starts off slow, running and wiggling her limber toes over the sides of his penis as her heel makes contact with the lower base of his thickening dick, rubbing it up and down as viscous pre-cum dribbles all over her toes. She does not mind at all, and grew firmer and faster as the boy's member leaked out more and more pre-cum, dripping over the side of her foot. With two of her toes, the Dolorosa then pinches the sticky head, caressing and stroking it carefully as more pre-cum sputtered out over her toes, the boy now clearly on the very verge of orgasm.

 

Moving her other foot over towards his penis, she then proceed to firmly sandwich it between both of her filthy, calloused soles, using them to squeeze and rub his twitching penis. The feeling of all her assorted calluses and scars caused him to cry out and buck his hips forward to finally release another, massive surge of red cum. The Dolorosa barely manages to pull her legs back before he sputtered thick, sticky strands all over them, her naked feet drenched in his sticky, warm fluids, seeping in between her toes. She isn't perturbed, focused mainly on his health now, especially as she feared herself responsible for this horrible situation. It takes him a few minutes to finish climaxing, streams of cum jettisoning out of his lubricated urethra like a hose.

 

Curious, the Dolorosa bends over and licks up a small amount of the boy's fluids on the ground, sampling it up; quite gelatinous in texture, moreso than regular semen, and tasting strongly of cherries. It was very delectable indeed, and she hungrily began to lick off some of the precum from her foot, suckling on her toes with gleeful vigor. He crawls over towards her, grabbing his testicles and shamefully looking at the massive mess he'd made. The Dolorosa then stood up, looking down at the nude boy with an uncertain expression on her face before taking in a deep breath. With slight reluctance, she sheds off her shawl, throwing it down to the ground and revealing her nude body to the younger troll.

 

His jaw drops. She is beautiful, especially under the magical lights of the lake. Her beauty is a fact that is not at all new to him, of course, yet this is the first time he has ever seen her naked. And he is awestruck, staring at her attentively and taking in every part of her muscular yet curvaceous body: from her rotund, supple breasts to her thick, shapely hips, ending downwards to those long, long legs and strong, lovely feet. His eyes find themselves drawn to one part of her in particular, a part he only had a vague idea of; her great bulge.

 

It is roughly twice the size of his, even while flaccid, and he finds himself rather intimidated by it, yet also very much aroused. Her penis had quite the appealing cylindrical shape to it, almost like a large fleshy cucumber. Hung neatly beneath it are two large, ample testicles, her scrotum hairless and smooth like the rest of her pubic region. The Signless crawls over towards her at once, staying on his knees as he looks up at the Dolorosa and points at her penis. She is unsure, but then eventually agrees, kneeling down and allowing the boy to extend a shaky, nervous hand to cup her balls gently, his eyes widening and cheeks flushing as he gently feels them up. They are soft and squishy, pleasantly akin to velvet in texture and oh so very delectable in appearance.

 

Licking his lips, an idea occurs to him. The Signless proceeds to open his mouth wide, extending his tongue and then carefully grazing the surface of her testes with it. She gasps out in shock, but allows the boy to continue, biting down on her lip as he went on, suckling and licking her balls with the utmost care. Her flesh tastes so wonderfully sweet, and he finds himself carefully enveloping a small part of her testicles with his lips, messily slurping and moaning as he feels her massive penis begin to grow erect. The Dolorosa lets out a sharp, happy squeal, echoing throughout the cave. This motivates him to work faster, lightly nibbling on the sensitive skin of her scrotum with hungry fervor. After a short while, the Signless then abruptly pulls away, crying out and falling over backwards, his hand placed over his swollen testicles once more. The Dolorosa immediately crawls over to him, light tears falls down her cheeks as she attempts to calm him down.

 

It was starting again. Trying her best to think calmly, she then glanced over at his erect penis, which was leaking out pre-cum at the same ridiculous rates as before. He needed to release, he needed stimulus... An idea suddenly came to her, one that she momentarily fought against, but accepted once she realized the desperation of the situation. She places a hand over the sobbing boy's mouth, stifling his pained cries as she then licked her lips in preparation, bringing her head over his pubic region wherein she proceeds to wrap her luscious lips around the tip of his penis.

 

It is a drastic and daring move indeed, but this was no time for guilt or shame. She is gentle (as always), sucking on the tip of his dick with absolute precision, tracing her strong, dexterous tongue down across his twitching shaft and sampling the sweet, cherry taste of the pre-cum dripping into her mouth. Her slurping and suckling is quiet, precise, and beyond pleasurable. She then takes in several more inches of the penis in her mouth, her sucking growing more forceful as she felt hot pre-cum leak down into her throat, the boy's thick, swollen cock now ready to blow another load. She managed to pull out in time for him to spray out gelatinous cum all over her naked body. Fortunately enough, he finishes much faster this time, though he still did not seem even close to draining out entirely.

 

The Dolorosa didn't even bother to clean his gunk off, for she immediately crawled over towards the Signless to check if he is alright. Aside from his heavy panting and sweating, the boy is fine, looking up at her with a weak yet wide smile. The amounts of cum he had spewed out were only around above-average for a male troll, though it was still a worrying sight to behold. Why this was happening exactly she would never be certain, though it was likely the hormones she fed him had something to do with it. And the shame this brought her would haunt her for the rest of her life...

 

She shakes her head and brings the boy into another tight hug, failing to fight back tears. Now was not the time for guilt, it was a time for pleasure and love. He responds by pulling away and kissing her on the mouth, which she returns with little resistance. They passionately embrace once more, the Signless seating himself on the Dolorosa's stomach as he hungrily kisses her mouth, wagging his tongue against hers as he runs his hands over her abdomen, feeling how finely chiseled it has become from sweeps of living in such a harsh wasteland. He then feels up one of her large breasts, squeezing it lightly and noting how firm it is to the touch. This causes her to break away from the kiss, pulling her head back and groaning loudly in ecstasy. She pulls him off, getting up and stretching her body before getting down on all fours, raising her posterior into the air and suggestively waving it in front of the boy's face. He is ready for this, she knows it.

 

The Signless gulps nervously, walking over towards her while shaking his head, before taking in a deep breath. He did not want to disappoint his guardian, and part of him greatly desired this. Kneeling down, he watches as she spread her buttocks wide. His penis is still erect, and he can feel his testicles begin swelling and hurting again, so he wastes little time in thrusting his organ in. The Dolorosa lets out a high-pitched moan the moment he stuck it in, a sound he finds to be very adorable. He begins thrusting in deeper and deeper, the insertion going in very smoothly and easily thanks to the large amounts of pre-cum he was continuing to leak out, along with the saliva left from his guardian's suckling.

 

Her passage grips his penis tightly, a constricting sensation that is just so amazing and delightful; unlike anything he's ever felt. He bites down hard on his lip, thrusting harder and faster as she groans out, her penis already growing stiff, foreskin retracting to expose her soft, glistening shaft. Another thrust, and the Dolorosa lets out a sharp, happy cry, her impressive member now fully erect and glistening with small traces of pre-cum. She is barely able to conceal her enjoyment, and the boy feels a massive amount of happiness in knowing he could pleasure her so well.

 

Motivated to please his guardian further, the Signless begins thrusting in faster and harder, noisily grunting as he then felt himself clench up. With a loud, sharp cry, he ejaculates, pumping a thick surge of hot sticky spunk inside the Dolorosa as she screeches out, her eyes rolled over with ecstasy as she also orgasmed, her great bulge spraying out large amounts of jade fluids all over the cave floor. She finishes much quicker than him, her rectum now flooded with the boy's cum. After what feels like ages of bliss for the both of them, he Signless finally pulls out, falling over and panting in exhaustion. His balls felt as if they were on fire, but the waves of sheer pleasure he felt was beyond compare.

 

The Dolorosa lay panting as well, her anus overflowing with his gelatinous red fluids. She gets up on shaking legs, leaning herself against a cave wall, closing her eyes as she allows the remaining fluids to drain out of her anus. Her eyes then suddenly pop open in shock once she feels a nibbling sensation all over the underside of her semi-erect bulge. Looking down, she sees it is the Signless, licking and slurping the penis in quick fervor. Though her bulge is simply far too large for him to comfortably suck, it does not stop him from trying, opening his maw as wide as he can to lick the sides of her cock. He moves up higher, running his nimble tongue over the length of her long, long penis. He salivates further, sloppily sucking the skin of her delicious, sensitive frenulum while she moans and coos in elation, her legs shaky and on the verge of bucking.

 

Noticing her penis grow turgid, the Signless suddenly decides to pull away, shifting his body several paces back as the Dolorosa fell to her knees, panting and moaning heavily. He stretches one of his legs out, placing his foot over her massive, throbbing bulge. Just as she had managed to pleasure him so well with only her feet, he would attempt the same. He starts off by rubbing the length of his sole down her twitching shaft, his toes rubbing and caressing it gently as it stiffens and swells in arousal, her cries of pleasure but music to his ears. He proceeds to use his other foot to rub and push against the penis, and he finds the feeling of her great penis over his (comparatively) soft soles to be quite enticing, his penis stiffening alongside her thick erection.

 

Soon enough, she is unable to contain herself any longer, blowing out with a loud cry all over his feet, sticky jade cum getting in between the boy's toes. He bends over, licking some of it off and reveling in how fruity it tasted. His erection was raging hardly, yet the pain in his testes had become almost negligible. Staring at the Dolorosa, he notices her bulge is still partly erect as well, causing an idea to form as he stares down at his penis. Moving over towards her, he then gets down and begins rubbing his penis directly up against hers, causing the woman to gasp out and jump back, blushing. Realizing what he wanted to do, she smiles, carefully shifting her body back to allow him to continue easier.

 

The immense length of her member made things slightly awkward, but the boy was persistent. He rubs his penis against hers in happy fervor, grinding as hard and as fast as he could, the friction causing both of their erections to thicken and throb. He found that his pre-cum productions had lessened considerably, only dripping out enough to help lubricate his penis and make the frotting go much smoother. She appears to have been heavily enjoying this as well, biting down on her lower lip and blushing furiously as they continued grinding against each other, the Dolorosa carefully rubbing her massive, hard penis against the boy's smaller member. Eventually, their penises grew far too hard to comfortably frot, and they soon orgasm in unison, streams of red and jade fluids spilling the ground.

 

They collapse together for some time, their breathless panting filling the silent air. The Signless hugs himself close to his guardian, her body just as sweat and warm as his. She brings him into a kiss, which he returns with absolutely no resistance, placing his arms behind her shoulders and running his fingers through her hair, going up to begin stroking the base of her horns. She does the same, playfully fondling his nubs. Her sweaty, fragrant skin is incredibly enticing, and shifts his body to seat himself on her scarred thighs, continuing to kiss her for what feels like ages. A large hand caresses his face, running down his cheeks and over the nape of his neck, bringing the Signless to gasp out. He eventually breaks away, staring up at her face and gazing deeply into her eyes for some time, looking into her gorgeous jade irises, striking even against the prevalent glow of the odd fungi around them. Thoughts cross his mind, thoughts which he recognizes as facts he cannot ever deny; she is beautiful, she is beautiful and he loves her with all his heart.

 

Beneath his posterior, the Signless can feel his partner's penis grow fully erectile once more. He slowly gets up, positioning himself over her stomach as she raises an eyebrow, unsure as to what he was doing. He spread his legs wide, causing her to realize exactly what he wanted, shaking her head and attempting to stop him. There was the risk that he could have injured himself, but the boy was insistent, shushing her and assuring he would be fine. He had pleasured her so well when he did it, how could she not return the favor? The Dolorosa nods her head in reluctant approval, and the Signless then brings himself down, mounting himself on the very top of her penis. He wasn't planning to take it all in, of course, for that would be impossible, but he would try to see how much his rectum could take before she climaxed.

 

It is uncomfortable and almost painful at first. His anus was simply too small and tight to easily let the girth of her organ in, but he would not give up. He spread his legs wider and wider as the Dolorosa looked at him nervously, still completely unsure if this was safe. Taking in a deep breath, he then seats himself down on her bulge, taking in the tip of her penis, which still had traces of pre-cum on it. This was fortunate, as it helped lubricate and ease his progress down on her. She attempted to help by slowly thrusting upwards, causing the boy to cry out in surprise, his cheeks flushed red. She went on, sticking her bulge in deeper and deeper as the Signless bit down on his lip, sweating furiously. She could take it from here, and did so excellently, thrusting her penis up further and further and further.

 

The Signless's eyes rolled over, his tongue lopping out of his mouth as she went on, his heart racing intensely. It felt so good; he just couldn't believe how easily her massive, gorgeous bulge was going in, even if it was still only the first few inches. She was also heavily aroused, her cheeks flushed so much her entire face seemed to have turned jade, and he felt her penis stiffen greatly inside him. After a minute, the Signless then felt a massive surge of hot sticky fluids flow into his colon, the Dolorosa screaming out as she forcefully orgasmed, pumping out jizz for almost a full minute. He could feel himself clench up as well and soon enough, climaxed the moment she finished, spraying messily all over her chest and face.

 

Eyes closed, she licks it all off her lips in gleeful fervor, finding the familiar taste to be as delicious as always. Opening her eyes, she finds to her surprise that the Signless had already pulled himself off, collapsing onto her chest. He is out cold, exhausted from their intense sexual experiences today. She smiles, kissing him on the cheek before yawning out. It had been an amazing day today, filled with danger and pleasure beyond compare. This boy wasn't just her charge; he was her lover, even despite his young age. She kisses his head gently, rubbing his hair before shutting her eyes, listening to the sound of his soft breathing before sleep overtakes her as well.

 

His slumber is dreamless.