TDM #2 - Down in the Underground

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Pumpkin Hollow Gazette Issue #3

Pumpkin Hollow Gazette

8/5/23 | TDM #2: "Down in the Underground"
Content Warnings: [Article 2] claustrophobia, caves, drowned corpse
[Article 4] Various violence by monster

We're glad you're here!

WELCOME TO PUMPKIN HOLLOW!

By Yorick Aberdeen

JACK'S MARINA - Reports from the Pumpkin Hollow Port Authority indicate that arrivals by otherworldly newcomers to Marrow Isle are continuing at a steady rate. The first batch of new arrivals, which had been the very first travelers to Pumpkin Hollow in at least five years’ time, began in early June of this year and have already proven to be an incredible boon to both our economy and our overall quality of life. We now have a new farm on the island for the first time in years, as well as clever new members of the constabulary, a few helpful craftspeople, and even our own brand new local musical act. Not only that, but the prestigious Ms. Dahlia Leeds has taken a personal assistant, which this reporter is pleased to announce has gotten him out of a number of mundane tasks. (No offense is meant to Ms. Leeds, of course--- the Pumpkin Hollow Gazette certainly harbors no ill will toward its most consistent donor!)

According to interviews with a number of these newcomers, they appear to all come from realms far beyond our own, to the point where they have homelands with unfamiliar names and have never heard of the Emerald Isles at all. Those willing to share more details report that they each met with a strange woman in a bland-looking office building who offered them a chance at a new life, then found themselves on the ferry here. None of them seem to know anything further, as far as the Pumpkin Hollow Gazette is aware. Curious circumstances indeed.

That said, we are beyond pleased to welcome even more new neighbors to our fair town. Any newcomers should feel welcome to come to Town Hall if they are in any need of assistance. Mayor Poe and any member of Town Council would all be more than happy to lend a hand.

Additionally, the Temple of Sacred Roots will be holding a small gathering on temple grounds to welcome any wayward souls who could use a bit of help adjusting. Reverend Degas Clayton would also like to remind everyone that he is always available to offer guidance after any of his Sunday sermons unless otherwise stated. He has expressed an interest in personally welcoming as many new residents as he is able.

Hopefully things will continue to look up for Pumpkin Hollow as more arrivals land upon our docks. This will be of particular importance as we draw ever closer to Autumn. October in particular promises to be an especially difficult time, as usual. The Pumpkin Hollow Gazette will report further on our paranormal forecast as the season of spirits draws near. We hope to keep local casualties to a minimum this year after last year’s record high.

In any case, best of luck to our new residents, and welcome again!

NOTORIOUS 'RIVER WALKER' SPOTTED AFTER LONG ABSENCE; EXTREME CAUTION ADVISED

By Yorick Aberdeen

The Paring River Bridge in Lockwood Forest.

LOCKWOOD FOREST (Paring River) - Woodland travelers beware! And not just for all of the usual reasons, either. This past weekend, local shepherd Joseph Peterson reported to the local constabulary that he had an encounter with a creature that had been presumed to have moved on from our fair isle. Peterson, 37, allegedly came across the beast colloquially known as the “River Walker” while crossing the Paring River bridge near the entrance of Lockwood Forest, where he was grabbed and knocked out. Once he regained consciousness, Peterson then reported being lost in an underground cave system whilst being pursued by the monster for an unknown amount of time estimated between six and twelve hours.

The River Walker, a spider-like creature with the face of a human corpse, is so named because it appears to exclusively use the Paring River as its hunting ground. The creature is apparently completely unique to Marrow Isle, as the Pumpkin Hollow Historical Society was unable to uncover folklore or recorded sightings of anything matching the River Walker’s description in any of the texts they have access to. However, through collecting data from resurrected residents who were its victims, the Town Hall Safety Board was able to glean information about this menace that should help citizens avoid yet another timely demise.

Firstly, all residents traveling in the Lockwood Forest should steer clear of the Paring River if possible. While it is true that the Paring River cuts directly through the forest near the entrance and arcs through the majority of the woodlands, and also that the main path through the woods which goes over the Paring River bridge is the only way through to Crane’s RIdge or any of the hunting areas, the river should still be avoided whenever residents are able. This will minimize potential contact.

Secondly, be aware of your surroundings when near the river. Data indicates that the creature will make a soft chittering sound before reaching up to grab a victim. Many prior victims also report the surrounding area seeming “too still” when the creature was in the area. If you experience any of these phenomena, it would be wise to run--- though most reports suggest that outrunning the River Walker aboveground is impossible. But still, it is important to do your best.

And lastly, should you be taken below ground with this monstrous creature, it will transport you to tight underground caves where you will be forced to crawl, squeeze, and climb for your life. All the while it will follow you, taunting and toying with you. Utilize these long, grueling hours to your advantage! Studies have shown that the River Walker struggles to attack groups of two or more effectively, so while you are being tortured, search for a traveling companion!

If you do encounter the River Walker, please report the sighting to the Town Council or the Historical Society regardless of whether or not you die. Those killed by the River Walker are encouraged to stop by the Oak & Iron for a copy of the Safety Board’s Advice Pamphlet for the Recently Deceased after resurrecting. And remember, quitters are tastier prey, so don’t give in to despair! Even if you are caught and killed, you can at least say you persisted out of spite.

BLUE ISLAND CRAB HATCHING SEASON BEGINS AS SUMMER HEAT PERSISTS

By Yorick Aberdeen

A little sketch by yours truly.

TAWNY BEACH - If you’re out on the beach enjoying the last month of warm sea water, be mindful where you step! Earlier this spring, the local Blue Island Crab population had their mating season. Males of the species came up on the shore with clusters of tiny but durable eggs bundled up in their claws and buried them in the sand, and they’ve been warmed by the summer sun all season. As we enter the last month of summer the new crabs are finally ready to emerge from their birthplaces and begin their lives.

It is worth noting, however, that newborn Blue Island Crabs tend not to go directly back to the sea. In fact, it is common for them to spend the first few weeks of their lives searching for food and nesting materials such as seashells, driftwood, broken pottery, or small pieces of metal roughly the size of the average piece of valuable jewelry. They are also very adept climbers and are capable of scaling stairs and countertops with relative ease. Additionally, they seem to be able to communicate well with others of their species and are capable of collaborating. Many townsfolk have even gone so far as to describe their behavior as “scheming.” Blue Island Crabs are also notorious for not being very picky about what they eat. All this is to say, expect to have your food, personal items, and practically anything that is not tied down stolen by small blue crabs.

An unfortunate side effect of the hex has been that the beloved and highly anticipated Cucumber Festival, which normally takes place in early June, had to be canceled due to a lack of cucumbers. This has earned the ire of a great many residents who have cited the festival as “their last source of a modicum of joy on this goddess-forsaken island”, among other more colorful statements.

But there is good news! Hatching season and the subsequent early life of the crabs, all told, will not last more than a few weeks before the crabs mature enough to return to the sea with the rest of their kind. And of course those lucky enough to catch some will report that they make for a fine meal. There is no finer party dish than a Blue Island crab boil!

INCREASED PINE DEVIL SIGHTINGS SPELL BAD NEWS FOR LOCAL PEDESTRIANS

By Yorick Aberdeen

A painting of the Pine Devil provided by Mayor Poe

ISLAND-WIDE - In more concerning news, reports have been coming in from all over the island that there have been an uptick in sightings of the Pumpkin Hollow Howler. Otherwise known as the Pine Devil, this extremely dangerous man-eating beast has been a staple of Marrow Isle’s rotating cast of horrors for at least the past 15 years. Much like the aforementioned River Walker, the Pine Devil has a tendency to come and go and sightings fluctuate with some regularity. It seems that as we draw closer to prime haunting season we will be faced with increased appearances from the island’s least-favorite celebrity.

Here’s what we know:

The Howler’s primary motivation is to eat and he prefers larger prey. This includes pigs, cattle, deer, and humans. He has no known den and is apparently nomadic. No one has ever been able to locate the Pumpkin Hollow Howler when he is not actively hunting. At full height, he stands a whopping eight feet tall on unguligrade legs. He has clawed hands and large fangs which are its primary method of attacking and is capable of flight, and his eyes glow blue in the dark. He is a strong, fast creature who has no qualms about coming into town if necessary. Surviving encounters with the beast is notably rare.

If you have any encounters with the Pumpkin Hollow Howler, report to Town Hall or the constable’s station at your earliest convenience to make an incident report. The constabulary is taking reports 24 hours a day, so please make your report either immediately after the incident or upon resurrection. May your lanterns stay lit, and be safe out there!

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Captured by the River Walker? Click here…

Perhaps you didn’t read the paper. Perhaps you didn’t take the warnings seriously. Or maybe you simply had no other choice. Whatever the case may be, the Paring River Bridge lies before you, and the world around you is unnaturally still. The sounds of chirping birds, burrowing mammals, and chittering insects have all died and left the air uncannily silent.

You attempt to hurry across, hoping to make it before anything unsavory catches your scent. But the moment you place your foot upon the stone pavers of the bridge, it is already too late. Behind you, you can hear the scuttling of much too large insectoid legs and a soft rattling sound, almost like the sound of a woodpecker drilling into a tree but somehow… wetter.

Instinctively, you turn to look behind you. A bulbous, lumpy abdomen drags the ground, and from it extends a set of eight black legs, chunky and irregular, as if they were wooden stakes hewn into rough points with a careless knife. Long, spindly fingers extend from thin arms on either side of an emaciated torso covered in shiny black insect carapace. And on top, the face of a human woman who looked as though she’d been drowned, bloated and rotting. White eyes, matted brown hair, and a wicked smile framed by patchy blue lips.

You black out before you even have the chance to scream.

When you awaken, your head is pounding as if you’ve just woken from a bender. You are on a dirty, irregular stone floor. The beginnings of stalagmites jab into your back. In the distance, you can hear dripping water and the shifting of something moving. It is dark, but light enough to see by, allowing you to see plainly that the ceiling above you is significantly too low for you to stand.

Then, you hear a laugh, hoarse and cruel. “Rise and shine, little morsel. Oh, how I do love to play with my food…”

That’s your cue to get moving.

For the next several long, grueling hours, you crawl your way through this tight and unrelenting fortress of stone on hands and knees as rocks cut into your hands. In caves that are tall enough to stand, you have to walk sideways to proceed or even hold your breath in order to make it, and all the tunnels look more or less the same. The River Walker’s raspy voice echoes off the walls, making its location imperceptible… but it’s close.

You need to find a traveling companion. And soon.

Interested in encountering the Pine Devil? Click here...

The Pine Devil is a mod-run NPC and we can only handle a certain number of encounters at once. For this TDM we will be favoring new characters on a first-come, first-served basis. However, you may still handwave or summarize the encounter by rolling a D20 with 15+ to survive and 18+ to walk away unscathed, and write out the aftermath. You do not need a mod’s permission to do this!

You also do not need to fill out a Death Certificate if you're not fully apped in, but can if you want to. Your character will resurrect as normal either way!

Comments

[lordoftheozarks]

When she bites her lip, practically glowing with temptation, he grins and lets the tip of his highly recommended tongue peek out between his teeth for her to see. The better for him to catch the scent rising from between her legs as they rub together.

"Mmmm," a throaty moan also escapes between his teeth when she frees him from his trousers. He may have iron willpower but even that is hard to maintain when she sends such blissful heat through his hardened shaft. Fuuuck is that part of her fire ability too? She's going to be very dangerous to him.

His voice is distinctly husky when he manages to vocalize a proper answer. "I want as much as you are willing to give me."

[somebodychildofanyone]

River purrs, her lilting voice giving the pleased sound a roll. "I want you to explore your canvas, artist. Your line of work has been a lifelong friend to me, and I'd like to give you my custom, if we get along. Touch what draws your eye, taste what calls to you..." River draws closer, her lips pressing to Erik's ear. "But keep your cock to yourself, and don't pierce my ears with those fangs. You'll burn, and that too is a description rather than a threat. When your curiosity is sated, I want a taste of what's in my hand, and I want you to share what I'll drink from it."

[lordoftheozarks]

"With pleasure," Erik purrs right back.

He turns his head enough that he can get his eyes on her ears. They do call to him, so he is grateful to be forewarned. No teeth, but curiosity still tugs hard on him.

"You can taste that and anything else you like. Though, I feel it only fair to warn you that my own sense of taste is dead to all things but blood. That doesn't prevent me from enjoying the texture, however."

Now, at last, his hands move to caress her, sliding up her back until he locks his fingers behind her neck. How sensitive are her ears? He just has to know. His tongue flicks out to tease the point, feather light like the flick of a serpent's tongue.

[somebodychildofanyone]

Very sensitive. The tips and edges of River's ear is stiff, firmly holding its shape, but the skin is so very soft. Erik's tongue draws a high moan from his new client, makes her whole body shiver in delight, her eyes flutter. Her free hand presses to his chest, not pushing him away but helping River to keep her balance so she can indulge.

She rallies, though: "Taste anything else I like? If I wanted you on all fours so I can milk this -" River squeezes his cock again, still not quite stroking, both hands so very warm, "- and lick your ass?"

It's a small test, of sorts. Erik said he refuses to be controlled, but being milked like that is generally submissive.

[lordoftheozarks]

Reactions like that make it so hard to resist giving her a nip. Good thing he's had practice denying himself such pleasures. His tongue slides against the soft stiff ridge of her ear forcefully this time, hoping to get a much louder reaction. It's partially a cover to give him time to consider the proposition she's just made.

He does not prefer acts of blatant submission, but he has tolerated certain amounts of it not just for his profession here but in certain encounters at home. He is an Elder, but he is still relatively young for one. Sometimes negotiations require compromise. This doesn't seem like such a difficult one... not when her hand is still so invitingly warm against his stiff cock. His hips hitch forward just slightly, tormented that she refuses to properly stroke him.

"If that would please you, then yes."

[somebodychildofanyone]

River's fingers scrabble against Erik's chest; she squirms, moaning high and sweet, tipping her head towards him. It's always her ears with humans...

She'd be offended if it wasn't so convenient to her tastes.

"It would," River says, breathlessly, offering up one more squeeze before she starts stroking. "I can't have this how I really want it right now, s-so..."

So she might as well tease herself.

[lordoftheozarks]

His breath hitches in her ear and he has to wrap his lips around his own teeth to keep from nipping on accident as she finally strokes him. He decides the danger may be too great so he dips his head down to suckle at her neck instead. She said no bite marks but what about bruises?

"I'm not complaining."

He's working his way down her exposed skin until he reaches the collar of her shirt. "I'd offer to rip this off of you but clothes are so hard to come by these days."

[somebodychildofanyone]

"E-ending up paying me for new clothes would be the reverse of the professional goal, I think." Bruises? Bruises seem to be fine, from the way River cranes her neck, the melting shiver of her body when Erik sucks the skin there. Her legs are moving, and a quick glance will reveal that River's kicking off her boots. "If you can - hhhah - if you can contain yourself for a moment I believe you might be surprised at how fast an old soldier undresses."

The narration would like to note that River is bragging here; if she was thinking with her brain rather than, you know, the organ she's currently thinking with, she'd realize that after a thousand years the odds are pretty high that Erik has fucked soldiers before.

[lordoftheozarks]

"Which is why you are still wearing them." If he wanted those clothes off fast, he could rip them like tissue paper.

He pulls back to look at her with a full-tooth grin. "You think I haven't had my fair share of soldiers?" Alas, Josiah isn't among them. What a shame.

"Ah, but while we are on the subject of undressing I must make a rule of my own known. You are not to expose my back."

[somebodychildofanyone]

That's interesting, but very clear - and brooks no questions, not that River would spoil the moment by asking any. "Sir vampire, if you like to fuck clothed you and I have some appointments with a strap and parties we really should not be fucking at."

Is it a joke? Yes. Does she mean it? Also yes. Completely. Sincerely. With all the intensity of someone who's barely over 20 by human standards and burns with the lusts of youth.

River undresses with all the speed she promised, her clothes getting thrown into a neat pile, leaving her bare to anyone who might wander by. The thought of being caught is...incredibly thrilling to her. Her body, exposed for Erik to drink in, is a work of slender curves and taut muscle, layered with scars. There's her arms, of course, where her sigils have overwritten older defensive wounds still visible to the keen eye, but there are so many more. Knife cuts left their kisses on her round breasts where foes uncounted tried to find her heart and lost their own in the doing; her thighs and calves bear the starry marks of stab wounds and the short white lines of slashes. Old bruises along her ribs, long since faded, still aren't quite the same color as the rest of her skin; the scars there are beneath it, where her ribs broke and were healed by magic.

On her flat belly, a star-shaped wound that should have killed her, where a spear was thrust in and twisted, scrambling her guts. The deathblow that led to her new life.

The elf leans back, baring herself before Erik with an odd mix of boldness and girlish shyness, thrilled and breathing hard, but nervous and unsure at the same time. Her eyes watch his face, hoping he likes what he sees.

Scared that her soldier's scars might be too much for him, as they have been to so many men and women before.

[lordoftheozarks]

"There is a party coming up soon, isn't there?" Is he also joking? He'll let her be the judge of that, but his grin is unchanged.

He leans back on his hands so he can properly appreciate the speedy strip show she's giving him. He looks on, unflinching, not even blinking, as each new scar is revealed. She was a busy soldier, wasn't she? That one on her belly draws a small and fleeting frown because the look of it is so... familiar. It was over a thousand years ago now, but the memory of a spear thrusting through his guts will be forever etched into his memory.

The frown doesn't last, however, when his eyes sweep back up, lingering a moment on her exposed chest, before settling for her face. She's a vision of pure eroticism, eager yet shy, her chest rising and falling with her quickened breath. He's looking at her not unlike how a dog would look at a T-bone steak in his food dish.

Slowly, tenderly, he reaches out to cup her breast, stroking his chilled thumb gently over one of those scars. "You are beautiful. I am going to enjoy eating you up." A beat "Metaphorically in this case. Mostly."

[somebodychildofanyone]

Her breathing hitches when he touches her again, her own body extremely warm; warmer, the closer his touch gets to her arms. A liquid trill of words, each blending into the next, escapes River's lips in surprise and pleasure and with the warm thrill of his praise. Some rational part of her mind is reminding her that such praise is part of his professional service; that part is being put on hold in favor of the fantasy on offer, that someone can look at her and still say those words.

"Gods in Arcadia I'm buying condoms the instant I'm done at this beach," River whispers. She spreads her legs, touches Erik's calf with her toes. A boldness seizes her: "I want to see that bite mark every time I masturbate until it heals. Do it, drink me up."

[lordoftheozarks]

His eyes widen at her sudden and passionate declaration, and the heat of lust that blazes in his gaze as it travels the length of her is not at all professional or distant.

"I do so love a woman who knows how to ask for exactly what she wants."

One moment, he's sitting there beside her, the next, he's kneeling between her legs. He grins up at her, performatively stroking his tongue across his teeth, toying with the point as is to say 'soon, these will be buried in you.' But he's going to make her moan a little more for him, first.

His hands grip the outside of her thighs, pressing down firmly but not painfully. Mostly, he's concerned about holding her in place so she doesn't tumble off the rock in her ecstasy. Oh, yes, he expects to make that a challenge for her.

The scent of her fills his nostrils, and he deliberately takes a noisy sniff so she knows he's savoring it. Then his tongue stops toying with his own teeth so he can slide it up the inside of her thigh, instead. A slow tease. He can sense how desperate she is for him, but that just makes him want to take his time even more.

[somebodychildofanyone]

Gods, the teasing. It's all River can do not to close her thighs around Erik's head and make rather more strident demands; the touch of his tongue releases a shuddering moan, makes her almost writhe in place. It's been a year, give or take, since her last round of R&R, let alone actually being with another person, and being this close and yet so far is maddening. Her ears press flat against her skull, and she grabs Erik's hair with a tight grip.

Her first attempt at saying something comes out in her native tongue. When she tries again she's straining. "I know elves on my world are famed for spending days at a time doing this but that is not me."

[lordoftheozarks]

"I'm going to have to ask you about that language you are speaking some other time when you aren't so tongue-tied," he purrs against her thigh. Fingers digging against his scalp draw a pleased burble from him. He makes no move to get her to let go.

"Elfish, I take it? I didn't know that about elves. How intriguing." He's so damn tempted to keep her waiting just to prove he can. But, she has been very clear about what she wants with him, so that deserves some reward.

He noses in closer, using just his lips to nibble a line up her inner thigh until he's grazing at her outer lips. He's getting there, see? Oh, but the soft nips and featherlight laps of his tongue might not quite be satisfying yet, huh? What a shame~

[somebodychildofanyone]

There will be many times in her career here in which River is not making the exact facial expression in her icon since exactly one picture of her exists anywhere and it's the source of all three of her icons.

This is not one of those times. Yes, her cheeks are hot, her ears burning up, her fingers scrabble in Erik's hair, but she is also so very fucking done with this undead brat -

She closes her thighs around his head. Erik might not understand the trilling language she's speaking, but whatever she's saying, it's definitely swear words.

[lordoftheozarks]

Her legs closing tight around his head startles a raw and unpracticed laugh out of him, much higher pitched than his usual sultry rumble. She sounds beautiful cursing in her native tongue but... alright, hint taken.

Still chuckling to himself, he surges forward until his nose and mouth are both buried deep into her cunt. And his tongue dives deeper still, arching up to probe the top of her inner walls, searching for the spot that will really have her clenching on him. It's so convenient not needing oxygen; it means he can keep this up forever.

[somebodychildofanyone]

It's been awhile. It's been too long. It's been so much stress both before coming here and after, adjusting to an alien world where River doesn't know all the physical, magical, and social rules. She's been so starved for pleasure that even as her pride is saying 'hold out', River just can't, can't even start on remembering how to delay her gratification.

An unfortunate thing, really, when dealing with a brat. Her toes curl in the sand, her thighs squeeze together hard. All that has to happen to make her tip over the edge is for Erik to not stop.

Odds are already good that anyone walking remotely nearby is hearing her.

[lordoftheozarks]

He was so hoping she would be the vocal kind of lover, and he is not disappointed. It takes work not to grin against her as those noises pour into the air. He only resists because, pressed this close, there's a chance he could nip her. That would be rather rude for a first time encounter.

She's getting close, if the way she's clenching her thighs is any indication. He knows just the thing. His tongue recedes with one last long scrape, but then he latches around her clit instead, attacking her with rapid laps faster than any normal human ought to be able to move his tongue. Who needs vibrators when you have superhuman speed and the skill to use it wisely?

[somebodychildofanyone]

River has never used a vibrator. If they exist in her world they're the custom projects of wizards who have an idea and, sadly for others, limited means of mass-production. This is a kind of intensity and sensation she has never had in her life even if she'd been getting railed daily before dying and coming here.

Her scream of pleasure has an echo. River won't be paying attention to much of anything for a little while; her world has gone white and her conscious thoughts have checked out of the building.

[lordoftheozarks]

It's at that moment when she's tipped into the deep end of pleasure that he strikes, sinking his top two fangs deep into her inner thigh and closing his lips in a tight seal around the newly gushing wound. The taste of her ecstasy-rich blood slides exquisitely down his throat, filling him with heat and vitality, raising a pink flush into his cheeks.

He's careful to time himself, counting out the seconds while he suckles her lifeblood with enough force to leave a hickey. A few more is all he can allow himself. His thirst is quenched already, but the taste is such difficult bliss to turn away from. Still, his promise is rock solid. After one last satiating lick, he pulls his teeth away, quickly nicking a hole in his own thumb with one fang so he can close the deepest holes in her thigh with his own healing blood. He'll leave the shallow marks he made with his other teeth and the bruise of sucking for her to admire later, just as she wishes.

Once he pulls away, he raises himself up to look into her face, while his fingers gently stroke along her leg in soothing slow circles. The danger of going to such heights is that sometimes there is a low point lingering on the other side of it. He won't abandon her to that just because he's gotten what he wanted.

[somebodychildofanyone]

The world fades in gradually. River feels those soothing strokes first, the wind, the knowledge that she's still absolutely naked, her body heaving for air. Eventually she looks down to see Erik, and her expression is shy, the look of the young woman she is and not the old soldier she, paradoxically, also is.

Fingers comb through Erik's hair, and River bites her lip. "I...fuck, I'm - that's - I think you might have -"

Deep breath, try it again.

"...I'm not sure I can actually follow through on my threat to milk you now..."

Her cheeks, already red with exertion, blush further in embarrassment.

[lordoftheozarks]

A velvety chuckle rolls off of his tongue, and he leans to tenderly kiss her thigh before hoisting himself up to sit beside her instead with an arm around her for some added support. He's warm to the touch now.

"There will be other occasions. Not to worry, I am not at all dissatisfied. Watching you in the throes of ecstasy is quite a treat."

[somebodychildofanyone]

A low whine of protest. "I wanted - ugh. It seems so fucking rude not to at least suck you off but I can't feel my legs or my fucking soul. What happens when you do that to men, do they just die?"

[lordoftheozarks]

"Perhaps I'll let you go first next time." His grin is so wicked and amused. He's enjoying her reaction probably more than is professional. He's not sorry.

"Generally speaking, when I do that to men I end up with a mouth full of seed."