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Sometimes, things don't go the way you wanted them to.
Dismas knew that firsthand. He'd gotten himself wrapped up in a particular situation with his kismesis, Murrit. They were both in the seadweller's hive, the former having invited the latter to "hang out with her and do shit". Little did he know, this was just their way of saying she wanted to pail him. The bronzeblood would find this out later when his calignous adversary had brought up the idea of, well, pailing.
Of course, this garnered a shocked reaction from Dismas. He looked the taller troll up and down with a confused and quite frankly, pissed off glint in his eyes. "Dude, wh/\t the fuck /\re you trying to get out of this///" came from underneath his bandana. Dismas' lizard tail swished behind him expectantly as he waited for Murrit to reply.
">([wut im tryin 2 get outta t#is is 4 ur legs 2 be s#aky w#en im t#ru w/ u]" The violetblood spoke up, her tone smug as usual as they promptly smirked - when was the bastard ever not showing off his signature shit-eating grin? The same grin that pissed Dismas off so much that he just wanted to aggressively make out with her until he was panting and purring in their ear and begging for him to fuck him - wait, what? Run that back. Oh. That was...not expected.
What Murrit said was so unexpected, in fact, that Dismas whined softly under his bandana and let his tail sway from side to side in a fluid movement. He looked away and let his gaze fall to the floor, considering his choices before deciding to do something he could potentially regret. Slowly, the lowblood advanced towards the highblood sitting at their desk, his feet carrying him closer to the seadweller, almost as if out of instinct. He spoke with a slight snarl, a glimpse into his impatience and annoyance.
"Turkin, I /\m so going to m/\ke you shut up whether you like it or not///" Dismas hissed softly. He leaned in closer, pulling his bandana down and roughly kissing Murrit. He didn't immediately try to shove his tongue down her throat, but he used his teeth to nip at their lips as he held onto him for support. The lowblood felt himself getting pulled onto the seadweller's lap as they continued to hatesnog. He growled into their mouth, pulling away for a second to breathe. Dismas panted softly as he regained his bearings, looking at Murrit.
"Wh/\t do you w/\nt?///" he asked, his tone not accusatory, but still curious nonetheless. He never took his eyes off them, watching the seadweller intently, having also pulled off her stupid shades. Surprisingly he didn't try to throw them or crush them - he knew Murrit was more than capable of tearing his bandana to shreds as a method of payback for ruining a pair of his shades. It was a miracle they didn't. So, instead of that, the bronzeblood carefully set both items on top of one of the many monitors the highblood had that they used to stalk everyone. Dismas never knew why they liked to watch everyone else, but he wasn't gonna pry for questions. Not the time for those right now.
">([i want u 2 ride me, cowboy]" Murrit replied, her tone not betraying any of their true desires. The seadweller purred softly, letting his hands slide a little further down Dismas' back, situating themselves on his hips, which Murrit seemed to quite like the feel of despite being concealed by his jeans. To add onto the statement she had made, the violetblood continued. ">([and i mean like ride me, dont do t#at #alf#earted gentle bs]"
So, they were gonna be like this, huh? Very well then. Without much further hesitation, Dismas' hands went to the seadweller's shirt, undoing all the buttons on it and slipping it off their shoulders before getting his own shirt off. He looked to the side kind of awkwardly, unsure of how Murrit would feel about his chest, given that he didn't have top surgery just yet. However, all this uncertainty went away the minute their sharp ass shark teeth went to his neck and shoulder, biting down and drawing blood almost immediately. Dismas moaned quietly, trying to silence himself with his shaking palms. This was...unprofessional, but hey, he got himself into this fiasco, and he sure as hell wasn't gonna get out of it. Not like he even wanted to anyways. What was the fun in that?
After enough biting and leaving bruises all along the bronzeblood's shoulders and neck, the seadweller was satisfied, letting one of his hands drift to Dismas' pants zipper. The bronzeblood complied, lifting himself up slightly to get his tight ass jeans off, a little disgruntled by the fact he was less clothed than his kismesis. So, he was gonna make it even. Without further thinking, the bronzeblood unzipped and yanked down Murrit's own shorts with one of his hands. He realized this was...probably a mistake, in hindsight. Welp. No digging himself out of this grave.
Expectedly, Murrit was not amused. They gave off a low growl, fingers now beginning to slide under the hem of the shorter troll's underwear, teasing his nook before she slipped two of their own fingers inside of his warmth a little forcefully. Dismas shuddered and whined, the seadweller's fins twitching in amusement as he studied his reactions to their digits curling inside of him. ">([u like t#at, #u#]" they teased, beginning to finger him kind of roughly. She knew he could take it. He could definitely take him if he prepared Dismas a bit more. Or perhaps to add onto the blackrom and the other's apparent masochism...right now.
Nah, even if Dismas could take quite the beating, they didn't want to severely injure him, so instead Murrit continued fingering him, pushing themselves a bit further inside his nook. She noted he felt very warm, yet also slick and spongy. All these thoughts were feeding into their unhinged brain, and Murrit could feel themselves getting turned on quickly. She wasn't gonna be able to hide that, especially since Dismas seemed to know about it too, and they knew damn well he was gonna capitalize on that. So, the seadweller willingly let the bronzeblood slip his own underwear down. This let their violet-colored bulges come free easily, and a sigh of reIief escaped him. The violetblood noted that upon seeing this, the bronzeblood had gotten quite damper. He could feel his arousal leaking onto his fingers, moving in a slow trickle down their knuckles as she worked her fingers in and out of him steadily.
">([i kno u like wut u see, dis]" she chuckled, having gotten a bit of a laugh out of that. However, all this laughing and being carefree was just a charade to hide the fact that the seadweller was starting to let their more...flavorful thoughts surface from the back of his mind. The thoughts that consisted of a damn near impossible to ignore urge to bury themselves inside of her own kismesis. This caused Murrit to go quiet and blush a faint violent tinge, but they managed to calm it down before the other got suspicious, like he usually did when they stopped rambling. Unexpectedly, Dismas spoke up. "/\nd wh/\t if I do?///" he asked teasingly, having decided on his own accord to slide his underwear off after gesturing for Murrit to get their fingers out of him, which they slowly withdrew. This left the lowblood unsatisfied and empty, but he was in for so much more. And this is where he made a bit of a mistake. Well, "a bit" was an understatement.
Something must've happened within seconds of him being in la la land, and now he was fully straddling the seadweller, who'd been dying to get inside of him. They looked up at him and smirked, but they shifted to being serious for a moment. ">([u sure u want this?]" she asked, making sure his kismesis was okay with everything and still wanted it. Dismas sighed. "I don't know if you c/\n tell by the egregious /\mount of fluid le/\king from my nook right now, but yes, I w/\nt this///" Dismas huffed impatiently. "Now /\re you going to p/\il me or wh-"
Before Dismas could even finish his sentence, Murrit had slid themselves inside of him, having gone slowly as to not split the bronzeblood in half. Eventually they were completely situated in his nook. It was surprising that he got both in, but hey, did you hear Murrit complaining? Nope. Was Dismas complaining either? Also a nope. In fact, he was quietly whimpering and shaking, trying to conceal his noises by burying his face in the violetblood's neck. ">([maybe i s#ouldve prepped u more cuz ur tig#t as fuck rn dude]"
">([not t#at i mind t#o, #e#e#e]" Understandably this garnered a playful slap across Murrit's face as Dismas ground his hips against the seadweller's, purring softly. "/\h fuck///" the bronzeblood continued to ride Murrit, surprised at how easily he was taking them. Given that he had to take not one, but two bulges inside of himself. Of course, he didn't mind, and neither did they. The two continued this for a while, with Murrit mostly remaining quiet. Dismas however, was not. He was quite vocal, purring and whining and such. He had coiled his tail around Murrit's sharklike one, for extra stability and support as he rode them. The violetblood made a playful jab at the bronzeblood's vocalizations. ">([u kno i always wondered if u would be t#e kinda guy 2 moan and w#imper, and i guess u are]"
">([but i dont mind at all]" this was responded to with some approving nods and whines from Dismas. Another out-of-nowhere comment came from Dismas' mouth, amidst all the noises be was making. "H/\rder, ple/\se///" well, that was new. But did the lowblood care? Absolutely fucking not. And so the highblood obliged, fucking into the bronzeblood with more force, lightly digging their claws into his hips and using her free hand to play with his chest, squeezing one of his rumble spheres abruptly, getting a surprised yelp out of Dismas.
"Hey, be gentle///" he huffed with mock chagrin, pupils narrowing as a soft hiss left his mouth. Dismas knew that if he tried anything he would get overpowered, but not without some resistance. He knew Murrit easily could turn the tables given how physically strong she was as a violetblood. However, Dismas was aware of his own strength too. He'd been a hitman and assassin under them for quite a while, up until he did that whole "this is the new me" gig. But regardless, Murrit ignored him, continuing to fuck the bronzeblood harder, appreciating the warmth he radiated. They nuzzle his neck, a bit of a redrom gesture in hindsight, but did the seadweller care? No, no she didn't. After some time, she noted he was starting to tense up, his insides gripping around them like a vice.
">([aww, u gonna cum?]" the violetblood teased, continuing to pleasure Dismas, listening to his soft noises of approval as he felt his climax rapidly building. ">([well 2 bad, ur gonna #ave 2 beg 4 it]" Murrit hummed, her tone coming off as more of a command, but they were sure Dismas didn't mind. "Fine, I'll beg///" Dismas said, somewhat defeated, but he knew if he wanted this, he had to beg. So he did. "Murrit, ple/\se let me finish, I'll e\/en cle/\n my fluids off of you if you let me///"
"/\nd on top of th/\t, I won't get sn/\ppy with you the next time we decide to do this///" the lowblood added, purring quietly as the seadweller simply resumed what she was doing. Guess they were fine with this. He was too, so he wasn't mad. In fact, Dismas felt quite the opposite. This didn't last though, because within a few minutes, he finally came, clamping around Murrit as his insides twitched, genmat leaking out of him and coating the violetblood's bulges. "Mm, fuck///" he whined, panting and whimpering softly as he came down from the high his climax provided. Eventually Murrit himself finished, though they were quieter about it. They continued to fuck Dismas until their own body relaxed, stilling inside him as the two both caught their breaths. ">([we gotta do t#is again]" Murrit spoke up, gently petting Dismas as he got his bearings, slowly lifting himself off of them. "Ye/\h, ye/\h we do.///" he hummed in agreement.
Again, the pair went quiet...until Murrit said something that made Dismas almost choke on air.
">([u still gonna suck me off or w#at]"
And then came the banter.
"Ok/\y, fuck you///"
">([u kno u wanna]"
"Fine///"
"But only bec/\use I'm in /\ good mood///"