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Little Black Book - Drink Up Me Hearties, Yo-Ho!

((ooc: Continued from here))

[The kiss is made all the more exciting for Zelos by the presence of fangs. It sends a thrill through him, coasting his tongue under her elongated canines and knowing she could quite probably draw blood. And might. That could be fun so long as it didn't get out of hand.

Though who knows what's out of hand for Trolls? He guesses he'll just have to find that out as his hands start roaming, over the clothes for now.]

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[ Zelos is at least not half bad at kissing, even if she's a bit put out by how stumpy and dull his teeth are. He seems appropriately excited by her impressive fangs, though, with the attention he's paying to them; she nips at his tongue gently, bites down on his lip just hard enough to draw coppery-tasting blood. He's certainly warmer than she is, warmer than rustbloods even, but she doesn't mind. He's an alien, he's bound to be different.

When he starts feeling her up she is of course not one to be outdone, and she slides one knee between his, trailing her fingers over his side and then under his shirt. ]

[The press of her fang into his lip sends a shiver down his spine, grinning a bit at just how quickly Mindfang went for it and letting her taste the resulting draw, wondering if blood was maybe a kink for Trolls in general. They did seem to have quite a fascination for what color everyone's was, after all.

He groans a little into her mouth as she slides her knee up and grins again at her cool fingers on his skin under the shirt. He captures her lower lip between his, worrying at it and biting down, not afraid to be a little rough, and coasts his hand from her side instead up into her hair, seeking the base of one of her horns.

Let's see where Troll erogenous zones are, shall we?]

Getting awfully intimate, aren't you?

[ Not that she doesn't enjoy having her horns touched, but she shies from it a little. Not something she's okay with in people she doesn't know well; meaning not something she's okay with from pretty much anyone.

She enjoys the biting, though, feeble as his teeth are, and makes a soft noise of approval. Curiously she runs her hand across his stomach, pausing at his belly button. ]

What's this?

Hmm, I don't know, are your horns considered "intimate"?

[He can't help but at least touch one, running his fingers over her left horn gently from base to tip, curling one gently in the curve at the top before leaving them be and looking down at her question.]

Huh? That's my belly button. You don't have one?

[ At that she does grab his hand, digging her claws in slightly in warning. ]

That meant "no," boy.

[ And then she lets him go again, smiling easily. ]

Nope. What's it for?

[He winces and lets out a small 'ow' when she digs in her claws, withdrawing his hand.]

Right, I get it, no means no!

[He blinks at her again, sitting up and pulling off his shirt and duster so she can see.]

Humans give live birth and get fed through a tube in the womb as a fetus. Cord's gotta be cut when they're born, hence belly buttons.

[Not.. exactly the sexiest topic of conversation.]

[ Just. Blinks. ]

So what, you're all Mother Grubs? Have you had a spawning?

[ Pokes at it...and at the nipples, curiously. ]

What? No! I'm a man! Only women have babies.

[He squirms a little at her touch but decides if he's gonna have to get through an actual biology lesson before the good stuff, well... he grabs the bottle again and takes a long pull.]

How does it work with Trolls?

We mate with our two concupiscent partners and give the buckets of genetic material to be combined into a slurry for the Mother Grubs to make the next generation of grubs.

[ She says that as if it should be obvious, and idly tweaks at his nipples. ]

What are these?

Buckets?! What, you just-

[He's interrupted by her hand motion and yelps, swallowing.]

Nipples. They're pretty pointless on a guy, other than they feel good. You don't have anything like that?

[But.. she has breasts, right? To prove it, Zelos makes to undress her, grinning a bit but also very aware of how strange this is and pauses to take another pull from his bottle before getting all the buttons undone.]

[ You will learn very, very soon, Zelos. Of course she has breasts - you could see them just fine in the outline of her clothes, jeez! She shrugs off her overcoat easily once it's unbuttoned and undoes the ties on her corset underneath, exposing them to the cool night air.

No nipples, of course, but they're nice and perky. She doesn't seem self-conscious at all, stretching back on the bed, languid and inviting. ]

[Thank goodness. He wasn't sure what he was afraid of but it wasn't there so he put it out of his mind and went in close, deciding to recapture the moment by kissing her much more roughly then he had been previously, teasing her much cooler tongue with his and running his hands over grey skin, testing where and how much pressure makes her squirm or pant.]

[ Oh, that's quite pleasing. She's happy to kiss him back, run her fingers over his skin, even tease at the waist of his pants slightly as he caresses her grey, still only slightly scarred skin.

Speaking of what's in the pants, you might feel something under her skirts uncoiling against your thigh, Zelos. Welcome to Troll Reproductive Anatomy 101. ]

[It takes him a moment to realize what feels wrong with all the other senses taken up with finding the best ways to make her write, to press her up against him or leave little blue marks down her neck, but after that moment he gets a creeping feeling up his spine and freezes, afraid to look down yet inexplicably unable to stop himself.

What...in the world...

Don't freak out. Just breathe. Just breathe..

.......................

A tentacle?!]

[ hey, it's not totally out yet! She's still got her skirts on! But Mindfang notices him pause, and then pull away. ]

Something wrong?

[A tentacle. He supposed he should have expected something like this. She's an alien after all, and he was curious. It isn't as if he hadn't done some strange things back home either, though tentacles wasn't exactly something on that list...

Well, in the name of exploration and cultural exchange, Zelos finishes off the bottle and grins at his partner.]

Not a thing.

[He leans back in, planting kisses and nips all down her body, letting the corset fall away. He doesn't even pause when he gets to the skirt, unhooking the band with a practiced hand and helping to shimmy it down her legs and toss it aside. Then, and only then, does he sit back to take in the view.]

[ She peels off the special past-the-elbow gloves she wears, designed not to stick to the web she commandeered from her own lusus before her death, and from the lusi of others later, while Zelos works his way down her flat stomach. That leaves her in just her fine dark blue stockings when he eases off her skirts and the bloomers she wears beneath, everything about her troll anatomy completely visible.

Her prehensile blue-tinted bulge is thin but of a good length and quite flexible, coiling out from the bone sheath it normally stays tucked in, curling against her stomach lazily. Below that is her nook, which should look more like what Zelos might expect on a human girl, but with more withdrawn labia. She grins up at him. ]

I've showed you mine, now you show me yours.

[Zelos finds, despite the unfamiliarity of most of her and the alcohol churning through him, that he's rather excited at the prospect of seeing where this goes.]

As you wish~♥

[He gives her a rakish wink and slides out of his own pants and undergarments, letting out a small sigh as he meets open air, manhood erect and of average size for his frame. He's unabashed, sitting there naked in front of an alien babe he hardly knows, as if he's quite used to occasions such as this.

The Chosen cocks an eyebrow, looking at Mindfang quizzically.]

Like what you see?

[ She just laughs. He's so cocky, it's kind of hilarious. ]

I think you look weird as hell. But that's to be expected, you're an alien. C'mere.

[ She slides her now-bare fingers down his back, pulling him in by his hips, closer to hers. Her bulge slides away from her stomach, twisting around Zelos' human approximation of it instead, and squeezing slightly before questing below it. ]

Your shame globes are on the outside? That seems impractical. And you don't have a nook?

You're not exactly what I'm use to either, Toots.

[He allows himself to be pulled and shivers as she slides that tentacle down and squeezes, letting his fingers brush the surface of it more out of curiosity than planning; this is pretty uncharted territory, he's not sure what'll feel good to her.]

Shame... what? I'm not ashamed. I'm a pretty stellar male specimen on my world, I'll have you know.

[He doesn't seem particularly insulted by her question, though. Deciding to do some experimenting himself, he traces the length of her bulge with his fingers, gently but feeling the texture, and then dips his fingers below as well, along the outside of her nook in a teasing fashion.]

Women of my species usually only have this bit here~

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Little Black Book - Drink Up Me Hearties, Yo-Ho!

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Gotta head out but we can pick this up when I return~

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