Host, 12a/?
anonymous
September 24 2011, 04:00:40 UTC
Warning: Non-con like nobody's business.
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A freezing hand reached through the sopor slime and pulled him into awakening. He was yanked up through the green, soothing sludge, and thrown roughly onto the floor.
“Look what you’ve done now,” came the Condesce’s voice. “You’ve ruined all your clothes.” She sighed. “And just after your bath, too.”
He was fully awake now. The Condesce was above him, one hand holding down his shoulder, looking at his sopor-ridden clothes with disapproval and disappointment. “This simply will not do. You’ll have to remove them this instant.”
“I, uh…” he tried to say, “I’m sorry, I’ll…I’ll clean it up. I will.” There was no fucking way he was taking off his clothes in her respiteblock, he knew what would happen if he did, he knew what she was trying to do, he knew he couldn’t fight her about it….
No, no, no, she’s done so much, I’ve done so fucking much for her, she can’t she can’t she can’tThe look in her eyes only said one thing. Perhaps the only thing she had ever told him, the only truth
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Host, 12b/?
anonymous
September 24 2011, 04:02:08 UTC
The countless living tendrils that was her hair were rising up, encircling him from all directions without touching, trapping him there, with her. Sollux’s hands were curled into tight fists, even the broken one, and he didn’t care about the pain, didn’t care that it was blinding and sharp to move the wrecked joints that way, because it wasn’t this, it wasn’t her.
“Right, Sollux?” she asked him. Her eyes, with a demonic silver tinge, could engulf him with the look she gave him then. “Don’t you-” she let out her elongated tongue and ran it up the side of his neck “-love me?”
He swallowed roughly, his throat feeling dry and taut. No, he wanted to say, wanted to scream at her. No, you’re not Feferi. I’m not the Psiioniic. But he had to say yes. He had to
( ... )
Host, 12c/?
anonymous
September 24 2011, 04:03:06 UTC
It was slick down there, slick from the sopor slime and from his body’s stupid, mindless reaction to what was happening, and she was pushing, pushing inside like she had snapped the joints of his fingers. Instinctively, he tried to lean himself away from her, but she was bigger, stronger, and all she had to do was grab his shoulder to hold him there and then she was further in.
It was starting to hurt. It didn’t feel good, not in the slightest, it was nothing like when she had touched him before, it was raw and tight and it burned. Every second he thought she couldn’t go farther, she kept on pushing in, she was going to rip him apart if she kept going like this….
“Stop!!” he screamed suddenly. He was going to pieces, twisting his hands around in the torn shirt until they were sweaty and raw from the fabric. “God stop, stopThe Condesce put her hand over his mouth and he screamed a muffled scream into it as she began to thrust, over and over and over and faster and faster
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Re: Host, 12c/?
anonymous
September 24 2011, 04:07:30 UTC
Imagine this commenter screaming and pouncing that bee in order to give it the most enormous hug of "BEES ARE GOOD MAYBE HE MIGHT BE OKAY OH GOD." Because that is essentially what just happened right now.
Excuse me while I run around screaming. *Ahem* This chapter is just... wow. Every time the Condesce said they were matespirits, a chill drove by my spine... with this she clearly showed her own level of creepiness mixed with denial.
Re: Host, 12c/?
anonymous
September 26 2011, 07:47:41 UTC
Wow. Just wow. Kudos, author-man. I think I'm falling in love with your writing style, and strangely I'm wishing I was Sollux right now. Anyways. Question. Does the crazy-lady have dangly bits, or did she somehow get off with her hair...? Either way. Hawt.
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anonymous
September 26 2011, 20:46:16 UTC
The way I imagine it, trolls have both "male" and "female" bits or at least something that combines the two. It just makes sense to me since gender isn't something that really factors into mating partners, it ought to be possible for any combination of matesprits/kismeses to fill a pail. I sort of left it up to your imagination exactly what's going on mostly because I really suck at writing graphic sex scenes and if I tried I'd surely make an ass out of myself. But hey, if you want to imagine that Sollux just got hair-tentacle-raped, I sure as hell am not going to tell you no. Also I can't believe I've reached the point in my life where I could type that sentence in any context. The Condesce also being the highest, most dominant troll there is, I wouldn't be surprised if she has something that other female trolls do not. If you know what I mean. Kind of like how the alpha female of spotted hyenas has an external clitoris, which for all intents and purposes is the same thing as the male's genitalia
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A freezing hand reached through the sopor slime and pulled him into awakening. He was yanked up through the green, soothing sludge, and thrown roughly onto the floor.
“Look what you’ve done now,” came the Condesce’s voice. “You’ve ruined all your clothes.” She sighed. “And just after your bath, too.”
He was fully awake now. The Condesce was above him, one hand holding down his shoulder, looking at his sopor-ridden clothes with disapproval and disappointment. “This simply will not do. You’ll have to remove them this instant.”
“I, uh…” he tried to say, “I’m sorry, I’ll…I’ll clean it up. I will.” There was no fucking way he was taking off his clothes in her respiteblock, he knew what would happen if he did, he knew what she was trying to do, he knew he couldn’t fight her about it….
No, no, no, she’s done so much, I’ve done so fucking much for her, she can’t she can’t she can’tThe look in her eyes only said one thing. Perhaps the only thing she had ever told him, the only truth ( ... )
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“Right, Sollux?” she asked him. Her eyes, with a demonic silver tinge, could engulf him with the look she gave him then. “Don’t you-” she let out her elongated tongue and ran it up the side of his neck “-love me?”
He swallowed roughly, his throat feeling dry and taut. No, he wanted to say, wanted to scream at her. No, you’re not Feferi. I’m not the Psiioniic. But he had to say yes. He had to ( ... )
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It was starting to hurt. It didn’t feel good, not in the slightest, it was nothing like when she had touched him before, it was raw and tight and it burned. Every second he thought she couldn’t go farther, she kept on pushing in, she was going to rip him apart if she kept going like this….
“Stop!!” he screamed suddenly. He was going to pieces, twisting his hands around in the torn shirt until they were sweaty and raw from the fabric. “God stop, stopThe Condesce put her hand over his mouth and he screamed a muffled scream into it as she began to thrust, over and over and over and faster and faster ( ... )
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And then a cliffhanger... O:
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*Ahem* This chapter is just... wow.
Every time the Condesce said they were matespirits, a chill drove by my spine... with this she clearly showed her own level of creepiness mixed with denial.
Also: BEE!!!
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you're such a tease with that bee
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Just wow.
Kudos, author-man. I think I'm falling in love with your writing style, and strangely I'm wishing I was Sollux right now. Anyways. Question. Does the crazy-lady have dangly bits, or did she somehow get off with her hair...? Either way. Hawt.
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No, wait, that stupid. Send it to Eridan.
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