The encounter with Meenah did not go well. She had always been more powerful than Cronus, and did not believe in the Beforan definition of culling. Instead it seems like she was adopting the Alternian ways, which just made his attempts at being nice to her even more futile than they had been previous. It was immensely frustrating.

He hadn't been able to take what he wanted. When he had tried, Meenah had merely grown very aggressive. If he hadn't backed off, no doubt she would've ran him through with her fancy over-glorified fork.

these cats and kittens, im telling you. they dont knowv a good catch when they see one!

And so the seadweller had sulked, writing some music to pour his negative energy into. When he could think of no more words to write, the frustration had simmered down to a manageable level. So he closed his eyes, and dreamed.

It was not true dreaming. It was the dreaming one did while still awake, imagining things in his head. He had imagined a great many things within his thinkpan, usually turning to explicit fantasies involving everyone and anyone. Predictably his mind went there once more, went over old scenarios and memories (in which Dualscar played a major influence, now). It was nigh impossible to tell time in the Furthest Ring, but it seemed as though he dreamed for eons. Eventually, an uncommon actor presented itself on his stage.

'Hello, breath of fish.'

Her?

He had tried imagining her before, but even his imagination had a hard time getting anywhere with an imaginary Damara. He could never tell if his nice guy act had any effect on her, since he couldn't even understand her words. Occasionally he envisioned himself charming her to the point she offered herself to him, but it seemed like so much work to imagine her. And he felt like she knew when he was thinking about her and feared retribution.

'A real troll takes…'

With new experiences in his arsenal, he attempted to imagine the scenario anew.

i wvalk up behind her. she hears me and turns her head, but i am upon her before she can see me. i lightly vwrap a slender hand around her throat, feeling her pulse quicken beneath my grasp. a soft breath escapes her lips and i place my other hand on her hip. she growls at me in that coarse accent of hers and i pinch her ear between my teeth, my hand slipping into her shirt. 'ill show you vwhat it feels like to be touched…' i wvhisper into her ear.

i fondle her breast and she does not protest, though i see her thick brows knitting together, as if she cant decide if she wants to flay me or fuck me. she leans back against my firm form, arching her back as i play wvith her sensitive nipple, a small hiss of breath vwhistling through her teeth. my other hand slides smoothly over her thigh and curling around her nook, no panties obstructing my vway. i feel her bulge sliding out through my fingers, eager for my sensations. i coax it out with some strokes, gripping her breast in my other hand as she moans gratefully.

pretty soon im hoisting up one of her legs, positioning my own bulge over the entrance of her nook and sliding it in.

'Ah, you're too big!'

i lick her ear as i enter her fully, her bulge twitching as it desires something to enter or curl around, but my nook will remain inaccessible to hers. she seems satisfied with my generous bulge filling her from within, my thrusts being rewarded with throaty moans. the little slut doesnt seem to care if everyone hears her, and i dont much care either. i thrust repeatedly into her warm wet hole, and i can tell some of her words are begging me to go faster, harder. i oblige her, pounding into her again and again until-

Cronus's body jerked as his genetic material shot out onto the ground, his bulge then receding back into its sheath slowly, dragging through his fingers. He gave a sigh of both pleasure and disappointment, leaning back and closing his white, dead eyes once more.

"if only it wvere real…"

Wait.

Why couldn't it be real?

The scenario seemed likely enough in his head, so maybe something like that would play out, if only he would try.

A real troll takes…

He couldn't help but let a grin spread onto his face.

—

It was always impossibly difficult to find her when one actually wished to speak with her (which was never). But once Cronus caught sight of quartz he knew she was nearby.

And so she was, merely standing around, staring off into the distant obsidian sky. Even after knowing what deeds she had committed in life he found them hard to believe. Sure, she didn't seem to take kindly to people approaching her, but she always kept to herself and seemed not to bother anyone unless they came to her first. Seemed almost lonely.

"hey kitten" he said by way of announcing himself. Damara turned her dead eyes on him, watching him, her lips pressed in a tight line. They really were admirable lips, large and luscious. They would look great wrapped around his-

"I am not a hooker."

She didn't look happy, but she wasn't flat out ignoring him either, that was a good start. Then her face broke out in a grin.

"Has your ass yet recovered from fucking yourself?"

That sounded like a question, but he couldn't understand a word of it. Except for some reference to fornication? He couldn't be sure. The grin seemed mocking, though.

play it cool, just agree with her. "yeah, sure, wvhatewver. say, havwe i evwer mentioned howv the quartz really brings out your eyes? they look so marwvelous, I could write a song about them. in fact, I just might. how does 'dam in the sea wvith quartz' sound to you?"

Did she roll her eyes? It was hard to tell without pupils or irises there as a frame of reference. "I should cut off your head and mount it on a music box, and when I crank it the box plays your dying screams."

No clue what that meant. What now… "uh, so anyways… "

Shit. This wasn't going anywhere. He was just pulling his usual tricks, and his usual tricks usually didn't work. He took a breath, and remembered the words.

A real troll takes…

In a moment of boldness he reached, curling his hand around her hip and pulling in close. As he leaned in to give her a kiss, instead of finding her eagerly receiving she was pressing her palms against his chest.

"I did not give you permission! What are you doing?!"

"come on babe, it's just a kiss. I bet your lonely lips are just dying for one…"

As he leaned in against her hands she turned them into fists, punching him swiftly in the gut. It hurt, but as the lowest caste her natural strength was very low. He grunted, body curling to absorb the small pain. "you fucking slut-!"

"I am not a slut! I only slept with one troll, and I don't want to! I name you the slut; you would sleep with anyone, even a oinkbeast!"

He could tell she was angry. More importantly, he could recognize when he was being insulted. "ouch, hey, that really hurts. Maybe I can't understand exactly wvhat you said, but a nice sensitivwe guy like me can still get the gist of it and feel pain." He placed his hand on her shoulder, rubbing it with his thumb in what he gauged to be a tender way.

"I will show you pain." She growled, lifting a hand and swiping it, but not in a way that would connect with him. Suddenly he felt an unseen force jerk his body away from her violently, like a giant hand enclosing him and tossing him about. Her face darkened as she no doubt examined the fear evident on his face, swiping her hand again and slamming into a nearby quartz rock and falling on the group in a heap.

He cursed loudly and tried to scramble away, but Damara was right there, digging her heel into his chest painfully. "fuck! Wvhat's the big idea!?" he growled, but bit back further commentary as she kneeled on top of him, seating herself in his lap. With a relatively strong grip for a lowblood she seized his shirt and yanked him up to meet her face-to-face, her brows knitted with rage instead of lust like he had planned. Or maybe like he had planned, for her next move was to place her bountiful lips over his, pressing hard.

Quickly he clued in, but still held a couple ounces of doubt. Was this a black thing? Was she hate crushing on him? Had she been hate crushing on him all this time, but had been waiting for him to make a move? Upon realizing this might just be a very temporary feeling for her he dashed his questions away, returning the kiss with a touch of tongue, fingertips brushing up her thigh. The next moment felt like a rock was slammed into his wrist, and he yelped around her mouth. The lack of rocks in her hands and the darkly grinning features of her face told him she'd hit him with another round of psychics. "Your strength can't help you now, human wannabe."

Cronus leaned back against the shiny rock he'd been thrown against not moments before, rubbing his throbbing wrist. "look, I think you're being a bit excessive h-" his words were swallowed by her warm mouth, and he was quick to melt his complaints. As his hands inevitably began ghosting up her body again she slammed his wrists with psychic prowess in return. Finally getting the idea he let his hands rest at his sides, hissing pain into her mouth but quickly forgetting it in favour of more hard kisses.

He hardly noticed when his wrists were held above his head and bound with her whip around the rock, a weapon he easily forgot she carried. Empty eyes fluttered open when her absence was felt, greeted with the sight of her leaning back, licking her lips. He'd prefer it if she was licking his, but hey. Her fingers slipped under his shirt, dancing over the traces of muscle, gripping here and there lightly. The tops of her hands pulled the garment up as they travelled upwards, and when they had exposed his pectorals the maroonblood scooted down his lap a bit, enough to roll forward and touch her mouth to his nipple. The Ampora let out a soft groan as she caressed it with her tongue, not quite expecting the action or the sensation. The groan was quickly replaced with a yelp, the fat bitch grinning around teeth clamped on the sensitive flesh. "cut that out! i'm not into pain, kitten!"

"I'm not into your sleazy advances either, but that never stopped you." Her thick accent became harder to understand when blocked by teeth and flesh. Cronus could not keep back his whine as she bit harder before graciously letting go. Her luscious lips began to journey south, biting and nibbling on every contour she found, sucking on some even. The bitch was going to leave hickeys all over his abdomen. His corpus had only just recovered from the beating his alternate self had given him. Still, the bruising was worth it to be able to watch that round Eastern rear wiggle in the air as she kept kissing lower and lower, tongue dipping into his navel.

With conscious effort he lifted his hips to express his impatience, only to have her nails dig into his ribs with a sharp jab. Again he yelped in response, but managed to hold his tongue this time. A chuckle vibrated in her throat, and her fingers worked carefully at the belt, buttons and zipper still holding the garment tight around his waist. Hesitation was present before he decided to lift his hips once more to aid her as nails hooked under his pants and undergarments, the sly Eastern beauty doing away with both in one swift tug. "little hasty, dontcha think?"

"Would you have me stop?" she cooed, sitting back on her heels and watching him. The folded hands in her lap and the questioning tone helped him understand her meaning.

"no, hasty's fine, hasty's good," he self-corrected, the last word being drawn out into a moan as her fingers pressed and stroked his sheath, then his bulge as it began to slide out. The sides of her fingers caressed the emerging organ, her thumb pressing at the top of his nook. It felt wonderful, certainly far better than if it had been his own lonely hand. Plus she had more experience than he did, which was to say he had virtually none.

Her teeth pinched at his collarbone as she slid her thumb inside the nook, working circular motions. All he could do was crane his neck back, adjust his hips to grab at more pleasure, and moan. Was she snickering into his skin? Whatever, his pride was beyond caring for the moment. It appeared as though his pride was about the be challenged again, however. The maroonblood removed her grasps, leaving him whining. She removed her undergarments, hanging them from his horn. How humiliating! "hey, get your laundry off my horn!" he hissed, but he merely got a laugh in return.

Things only went downhill from there. Instead of holding her hips above his and fucking herself on him like he'd be expecting and hoping for, her fingers bit into the meat of his thighs, pulling them apart. Her bulge peeked out from under her skirt, the short curtain of fabric being pushed aside as she shuffled closer to him. His pride screamed at him to do something, to take control, but what could he do? He was bound tight, and if he resisted she might decide not to go through with this whole… thing. So he bit back his vanity and but down on his lip, brow furrowing as he felt the tip of her sex explore his nook shallowly. Her face was one of pure triumph and mockery. "You will be rather tight. This will hurt."

A hiss of pain could not be contained as she slid the entirety of her bulge into him, the Eastern bitch shuddering. It wasn't as painful as many things, but it certainly was uncomfortable. He was thankful she didn't move around, staying put as she drew her fingers along his thighs, offering one hand to his eager bulge. The purple-tinged member curled around her fingers, and for a moment he feared she would crush it. She was surprisingly gentle and careful with the organ, though her other hand pet at his gill and that did not feel nice at all. "don't do that," he stated simply. To his surprise, she obeyed, but she also thrusted her hips further into his. It didn't so much hurt as it did feel really weird, also uncomfortable.

"If you want me to do or not do anything for you, you must beg." He only really caught one word, but the one word was all he needed; beg. Like hell he would beg!

"look, kitten, I'm fucking near-royalty. if anyone should be begging, it should be you!"

She shrugged nonchalantly, and did nothing. And by nothing he meant absolutely nothing. She just sat on her heels, bulge buried deep inside him, fingers holding his own loosely. Her hips were utterly still. He thought she was formulating a response, but it soon became apparent that she intended to say or do nothing at all. Nothing. Nothing nothing nothing. He let out a frustrated grunt, trying to move his hips, to distill some pleasure even if she refused to give it to him, but the hand at his throat instead calmly pressed down on his pelvis, keeping his body pinned down.

"dam-!" he snarled, starting to get angry. How dare she do this! Or rather, not do this. Didn't she understand her place on the hemospectrum? She should be serving his needs, not the other way around! His wrists pulled against their bonds, wanting to wrap his hands around her larynx and threaten to crush it. That would show her who was in charge. But alas, he was woefully incapacitated. Damara waited it out, merely watching him as he rode out his indignant anger. Eventually he simmered down, and eventually he finally gave up.

"fine, you win. just please-" no, his pride whispered, don't say it.

"Please, what?" she mocked, suppressing her accent. Was that meant to sound like him? He did his best to ignore the obvious insult in that.

"just please fuck me," he breathed, defeated.

She seemed happy to oblige him. She was even kind enough to begin slowly, pulling out until only the first couple inches were inside and thrusting shallowly. All the while her hand cradled his member, sliding up and down it. He couldn't hear if she was making sounds for the shallow moan of his own that filled his ears. Her other hand held one of his thighs, using it to brace herself and make the rolling of her hips easier to achieve. It… felt great. Wonderful, even. His nook began to drip as his pleasure mounted, bulge feeling warm, nook feeling warm, everything feeling warm. He was amazed at the idea it could only get better.

The girl's sadistic tendencies began to show again as he noticed she did not change the pace of depth at all. Did she really intend to make him beg every step of the way? Would a one-word request work? "more," he breathed. No dice it seemed, judging by the tilt of her brow and smirk. "please, more," he re-iterated, and was rewarded with another inch or two. The inner walls of his second sex began to stretch once more to accommodate her unknown girth, though it was not with the same discomfort as when she had just shoved the whole thing in.

Growing impatient he folded a leg across her lower back, pulling her closer, spurring her further. Instead of backing out and scolding him, her body bent forward, and he managed to catch the tail end of a moan from her. A smirked adorned his own face, and he ground his hips into her, eliciting more sounds from her and taking satisfaction in them. Quickly she regained dominance, biting his collarbone hard, driving her bulge deep into his nook. He gave a sudden cry, and asked, then begged, for a little less. She obliged him once more, granting him with long, slow strokes, both inside and out. What a wonderful feeling, this was. Sure, he'd experienced it already once before, but this was… different. It still felt black, but it wasn't as rough. He got the feeling Damara hadn't done this for a while, and certainly not under these circumstances. He got the feeling that she could and would be a lot rougher… if he were allowed an encore to this experience.

He took advantage of it, at least, leaning forward, nipping her neck. The sort of startled, frustrated noise she made spawned a chuckle in him. She gave him a rough thrust, but instead of complaining he moaned into her neck.

"You make such lovely noises, slut." She breathed thickly, shifting and giving the edges of his gills a run of her tongue.

Cronus shuttered with the gross sensation of it, pulling away from her. His body had hardly rested before Damara had grabbed him, loosening the bonds off the rock and tightening them again around his wrist, and flip flopping their positions. He found himself straddling her, the Eastern bitch leaning back against the rock he'd been bound to moments before. Her thick lips and thick brows were screwed up in a most ugly smirk, nails grazing his inner thighs. "Slut, fuck yourself on me." She cooed.

He felt her psychics envelope him, lifting him slightly and dropping him in her lap. He cried out suddenly in surprise and pleasure, then adopted a look of confusion as she proceeded to do nothing.

"wvhat givwes?" he breathed, sweat glistening on his forehead.

Damara swayed her head from side to side with the beat of the syllables she uttered, doing her best to eliminate her accent. "FUCK. YOUR. SELF. ON. ME."

Ah, no. No no no. This bitch had been toying with you long enough. "I aint doing any such thing, kitten," he hissed.

The girl simply shrugged, allowing her body to relax as she just… watched him. Was she seriously going to just sit there with her bulge inside you, doing nothing? Well, given her previous record of doing nothing…

With a frustrated growl he braced himself on his knees. Damara stopped him for a moment, taking the time to pull off his shirt, leaving him fully naked. Her soft hands rested idly on his legs as he lifted his own weight, slowly grinding himself down on her with a soft moan. She watched him repeat the motion a couple times, soaking violet nook swallowing her maroon member, sliding her hands up onto his hips, helping guide him slightly. Was this how she had sex with Rufioh? Did she always dominate? Somehow he didn't think so. This might just be a black-related behavior with her, he mused. Her thumbs stroked his pelvic muscles, then traveled with the rest of her digits to his posterior, grabbing harshly at the loose muscle.

Quietly he appreciated her guiding hand, though it did little to help him as he grew tired. He wasn't used to this quality of rigorous activity. Soon his self-generated lifts became few and far between, hunching over and panting.

"dam… please… I can't…"

"How pathetic," she commented, but made no movement to remedy the problem.

How fucking infuriating. "dam… please… just fuck me… and don't stop…"

He felt humiliated under her blank gaze, and grew angrier as she continued her stupid streak of doing nothing. He was surprised when she proposed him with a question. "HARD, OR FAST?"

"as much as you can givwe me for both," he breathed

To his even greater surprise, she fulfilled his request as fully as she could. She started off hard, using her telekinesis to lift his weight, letting gravity push him down as she slammed into him. He made no effort to mask his moans, full-throated and picking up with every rough grazing of his inner walls. She was hitting hard, and from her breathing it was obviously taxing her. As such he didn't complain when she would slow, gripping his ass and encouraging him to grind into her, which he cooperated with. His nook became a slippery mess, and a couple times he came close to tipping over the edge only to have Damara lose steam. He came very close as she began trying to fulfill the 'fast' part of the request, but before he could top off he felt her body jerk with a shrill cry, her warm genetic fluid filling him. At first, he was angry. Then, looking over her sweat-drenched and huffing form, he pitied her a little. He supposed as a highblood he had more endurance.

But here he was, with a throbbing erection and a spent partner. How was he supposed to get off now?

Damara quickly assuaged that concern. Nudging him with her psychics so their positions were swapped again she lowered her head, inviting his bulge into her mouth. Eagerly he bucked into the new, warm, wet hole, giving a shuddering groan of pleasure as he witnessed the tongue dragging along the underside of his primary sex, feeling her fingers find their way into his secondary once more. Her fingertips brushed his front wall, searching for a specific bundle of nerves while she took more of him into his mouth, going as far as to permit him access to her throat. Her other idle hand worked his navel, thumb dipping inside and pressing, working him with slow circles. He hadn't expected that to feel as good as it did. Honestly this all wasn't a bad alternative to being fucked. The humiliation was a little less, even.

Soon his toes began to curl, legs squirming, heat coiling in his loins. His spine felt electrified, arching as he cried out repeatedly. "dam… please don't stop… ah! ooooh, mooore… fuck-! ah, ah-" She took the suggestions to heart, picking up pace, tightening her throat around his throbbing bulge, dancing her fingers along his insides, other hand trailing up to his chest and gripping there. He bucked his hips high and hard into her, and she bore no complaint. Hard to complain with a face full of bulge.

The orgasm exploded forth from his right as she was running her tongue along his tip, her mouth instantly widening to catch the material as it flew. His nook ensnared her fingers in a stranglehold, and she made no attempt to remove them until they stopped spasming. She let him rest, jerk, and huff as he rode out his first orgasm with another troll directly involved. He would've preferred that orgasm to involve his bulge inside someone else's nook, but hey. Beggars can't be choosers.

As the pleasure washed over him and began to fade, anxiety began to take hold. Would this be the only time? Was this a one-night-stand of sorts? He looked down at Damara, who had cleaned up the mess she could, and placed the shit on his stomach in a bundle, using it as a pillow for her head.

"so," he swallowed. Where had all this saliva come from? "uh, dam, about-"

She shushed him sharply, her murmur hardly understandable to him, but sounding sleepy. "You ruin the moment with your loud whore mouth."

He caught the word 'loud' at least. He swallowed again, lowered his voice. "dam, is this just gunna be a one-time-only showv? Cause, y'knovw, I wouldn't mind it if wasn't…"

She made a humming sound, indicating though. Sleepily she shrugged. "I masturbated to the memory of how I found you. You are very detestible. Perhaps getting high first will make you more tolerable."

"Uh, is that a 'yes Ampora I wvill sleep wvith you again maybe'?"

The Aries troll's shoulders shook with amused laughter. "MAY BE, AMPORA."

That was good enough for him. Rather quickly he noted the slowing of her breathing, joining the dreaming dead. Come to think of it, he was getting sleepy too. Pailing took a lot more physical activity than he had thought. With heavy eyes he leaned back against the quartz, letting black slumber overtake him.

When he woke later she was nowhere in sight, although he still had Damara's underwear hanging from his horn. He took that as a good sign.