[ 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 Below that is her nook, which should look more like what Zelos might expect on a human girl, but with more withdrawn labia.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. ]
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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 Below that is her nook, which should look more like what Zelos might expect on a human girl, but with more withdrawn labia.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.