The Signless whimpered in slight pain as Dualscar refused to relent. His nook was sore, and his bulge was oversensitive and trying to escape back into its sheath. To his mortification, Dualscar wouldn't allow this to happen, and trapped his candy colored bulge in his hand before it could disappear.

Signless had heard that highbloods had much more stamina than lowbloods, and lowblooded quadrants of highbloods often were exhausted after pailing sessions. Sometimes, when the highblood was dangerous, the lowerblood was hurt or injured; this was especially true for the black quadrant.

The pain had started to subside, pleasure replacing it. The Signless realized Dualscar must have slowed down because as soon as the smaller troll had started to respond again, the other had sped up. He was almost enjoying himself until Dualscar opened his mouth and started to talk.

"I bet yer lowvin' this, ain't ya? Bein' used in the only wvay yer good for. Ya pathetic land dwvellin' scum."

How rude. If it wasn't for the fact that he was having his brains fucked out and was enjoying it, The Signless would have given Dualscar a lecture to put his other lectures to shame. The comment actually went in one ear, and flew out the other as the sea dweller the filled his nook and marked his neck.

The Orphaner was getting close faster than he normally would have. He wrote this off on the fact he wasn't accustomed to such a tight or hot nook. The land dweller was constricting periodically and the sea troll could easily tell he was close to his second orgasm. He might as well have a little fun with it.

"Novw don't ya dare cum till I say."

The need to release was almost instantaneous in the mutant troll's body, and he bit his lip in effort to follow the sea dwellers command. Normally he wouldn't have even considered following a command, but in his post-orgasm haze, the comment slipped by his filters. If he was asked, he would deny it, but being held down and just taken was fucking with his mind, and some primal part of him actually enjoyed it.

As if Dualscar had read his mind, he started whispering delicious things into his ear. It mostly consisted of slurs such as "slut" and "wanton little whore," but what really got to the red blooded troll was the sea dweller claiming him.

"You're fuckin' mine," he practically growled out. "You understand mutant? MINE."

Dualscar left bruises on the Signless's neck that would most defiantly last for a week, but the bites would scar. Even if the Signless managed to escape, there would always be scars reminding him of this encounter. Reminding him what had been done to him by the older troll. Reminding him who had claimed him…. This line of thinking was getting to far out of hand, but try as he might, the Signless couldn't stop thinking about it.

If the line of thought troubled him, then the Signless was horrified by the next thing that came out of his mouth.

"Y-yes… Yours-"

This apparently was the right thing to say, because the Orphaner moaned and, through gritted teeth, said,

"Then fuckin' cum for me."

Signless arched into the sea dweller, his nook constricting around the larger's bulge. His vision nearly went white and he barley registered there was a hand on his bulge milking him though it. Then all of a sudden his nook was being filled with material, and a weight was pressed down on his chest. His first straight thought, other than Dualscar was fucking heavy, was that the sea dweller HAD USED HIM AS HIS OWN PERSONAL BUCKET. To his disadvantage Dualscar was fucking HEAVY and he couldn't squirm away enough to properly yell at him.

The sea dweller shut him up with a kiss, before lifting off him and sitting on the now red splattered desk. He noticed a bit of purple leaking from the mutant's nook before he shut his legs, blushing like mad. The Orphaner smirked laughing low enough the red-blood probably couldn't hear him. Then, seemingly out of the blue, he stood and scooped up the unsuspecting smaller troll. The Signless, completely caught off guard, jumped and latched on to the nearest stationary thing, which happened to be Dualscar's neck. Whatever he was tired.

The smaller troll realized he was being carried somewhere that wasn't his cell, but sleep overcame him before he could figure out where he was being taken. Hopefully it wasn't over the side of the ship.