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You’d lost the bet. You’d actually lost the bet.
You and Dave had been more than a little drunk at the time you’d come up with it, sprawled on the floor with a small solar system of empty beer cans in orbit around you. Booze, as it turned out, had the same effect on trolls as it did on humans. Good to know.
You have no idea how the topic of sex had come up—wait, you were a pair of drunken, horny teenagers, scratch that.
“No, look,” you were saying. “Pailing ith pailing, there’th like…not much to it. I mean, it feelth good, don’t get me wrong”—and here you’d given Dave your best sexy leer, but if the expression on his face was anything to go by, it was not entirely successful—“but the droneth aren’t judging you on thtyle, they don’t give a shit ath long ath the bucket’th full.”
Dave clapped a hand over his heart. “Tragic, Captor,” he drawled in mock-horror. “Fuckin’ tragic, is what it is. You guys got, like, tentacle dicks and horns and shit, all the fuckin’ flavors of the rainbow, and all this time you’ve been having the most vanilla sex imaginable. I’m sheddin’ a single manly tear for troll-kind.”
The dim lights of the room softened his sharp features, or at least the ones he didn’t hide. You wished you could see more of him.
The pleasant haze of alcohol had you feeling bold and stupid, and you wiggled closer until your face was only inches from his. Your softly glowing eyes were half-lidded. “Let’th make a bet,” you purred. “If you can beat me at Grub Culler, I will allow you to demonthtrate your thuperior human pailing methodth.” You were smirking now. “You can do aaaaaanything you want to me.”
Dave’s face was inscrutable behind those damn shades of his. “Really. I dunno, Captor, you think you can handle all this?”
“Bring it, Thtrider.”
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And now here you were, on your back in Dave’s bed as he tied your wrists to the headboard, your clothes long-since discarded. Your heart was pounding.
You’d never really given much thought to your body before…well, before Dave, but you were suddenly conscious of how skinny you were, how the shape of your bones stood out clearly beneath your skin. It was normal, you knew—psionic powers burned off virtually every calorie you ate, you literally couldn’t store fat. You wish that maybe your ribs didn’t jut out quite so much, though.
“I thtill thay you cheated.”
“Dude, we’ve been over this. My victory was totally legit. Now shut up and hold still.”
You give your arms an experimental tug. “I don’t get it. What’th the point of thith? I feel thtupid.”
Dave ran a reassuring hand down your thigh, and you shivered slightly. “The point is that you shut up and let D-Stri school you in the ways of the human horizontal tango. Hush, babe, only sexy times now.”
You gaped up at him for a moment. “Thometimeth I wonder why I pity you. Then I remember you’ve got thith horrible condition where wordth come out of your mouth.”
A tiny grin flashed across Dave’s face. “Guess my first lesson will be showing you what else I can do with my mouth.
Then he lowered his head between your legs, and you experience a brief moment of horror at the sight of teeth near your bulge holy shit what is he do—
You throw your head back and open your mouth in a wordless cry as his tongue trails over your sheath. Your bulge, which had up until this point been only slightly exposed, races out to join the party, writhing against your stomach and leaving a glistening trail in its wake. You are overwhelmed by sensations you didn’t even know could exist.
“Oh my god,” you blurt out as Dave’s tongue traces the ridge on the underside of your bulge. Then he’s moving down, and suddenly there’s something warm and wet swirling against your nook. It pauses briefly before pushing inside and driving virtually every coherent thought from your thinkpan.