PROMPT POST #1
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On the one hand, he was truly embarrassed to have been turned on like he was simply by reading an encyclopedia, of all thing. On the other, the pursuit of such untapped knowledge was exhilarating. An odd thing to take pleasure in, but he had no shame in admitting it only to himself. Especially now.
A spindly finger absent-mindfully traced invisible shapes around his cloaca. Biting down, he stuck it inside himself -and using the free digits of his to fondle outside-. Tomar-Re rocked his hips back and forth until he'd established a suitable rhythm that afforded him the desirable level of pleasure. The other hand roved across his scaly body, before settling on massaging his bosom.
He imagined what it would be like were he on Earth. Primitive skyscrapers, yet showing the ingenue of a species yet to reach its full potential. Technology that was so... so simple compared to the streamlined tech of either Oa or Xudar. His eyelids closed tightly shut as he could see himself walking through those coniferous forests, scattered about by the riverbanks of... what was the place called again? Siberia? Yes, that sounded about right.
Tomar-Re let out a sharp, but guttural warble as his hips bucked without warning. Fingers became slick and occasionally slipped against his inner thighs. He palmed his stomach; the warmth within him becoming an all-consuming fire that threatened to engulf his very being. The overpowering sound of his heartbeat echoing in his head compounded things further.
How odd was it that such a species could drive him to this?
Tomar-Re certainly wasn't complaining now -not while he was thoroughly enjoying the full feeling, both mentally and physically, this was bestowing upon him-, but what if Abin Sur was right? What if this was simply a “fetish”? The very last thing he ever wanted to do was fetishize a cul---
Tomar-Re had little time to ponder such a question, as every nerve in his body lit up all at once. His sinewy figure writhed across the bed. Using his free hand, the xudarian clutched the bed sheets and buried his face into the pillow, fighting back the urge to screech with every ounce of will he could muster.
As the euphoria settled, Tomar-Re withdrew his trembling, sticky hand and let it flop down beside his thigh. His bones had the feeling of a gelatinous substance. Getting up to clean himself off would be impossible at the present moment. Yet, he wasn't sure how much longer he could afford himself to be in such an undignified state.
Eyes half-lidded, Tomar-Re rolled over onto his back and stared at the blurred ceiling. It seemed so... plain compared to his imaginative stroll through the biomes of Earth, all while absorbing and studying their technology and sociological habits. Coming down from such highs was always sobering, this one more so than the others.
“Ah, Sur. Maybe... maybe there was some truth to your words,” Tomar-Re mumbled as he slowly massaged his lower belly. “A fetish for primitive cultures. Who... would have thought?”
Reaching over, he pulled the orb towards him and pulled up the screen at where he'd left off: a lovely article about the time period the humans had called 'The Roaring Twenties'.
“... Such a thing mystifies even me.”
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