Chapter Sixteen
Kid-nep-ed
Nepeta Leijon / Meulin Leijon
Rated: M
Nepeta awoke slowly and drowsily. Her environment was dark and smelled sterile and unfamiliar.
"Hello?" she called out softly. Her senses slowly returned to her, and two cold sensations assaulted her at once. The first was the biting, metallic cold of the cuffs around her wrists and ankles and the slab she was cuffed to, and the second was the general draftiness of the room. It was too dark to see, but she gazed down at her bound body anyway, and could tell that she'd been stripped naked.
"Hello? Please, someone?" she yelled into the darkness. Her head rolled from side to side, searching for help or an exit; any sign of hope.
Instead, deep in the darkness, she saw a pair of familiar eyes, pupils rimmed with irises of olive green, glazed over with a distant look, as if possessed.
"H… hello?" Nepeta called softly. The eyes turned to the side, a cocked head. They were studying her. "Can… can you hear me?" A dim bulb flickered to life above Nepeta, illuminating the slab she was bound to, and a small circle of light around it. The figure holding the eyes stepped into the light, and Nepeta's eyes scanned over a nude version of herself, sweeps older than she was currently.
"Who… are you?" The older troll's fingers flitted an obscure pattern of symbols. "I don't… I don't understand." The troll repeated the symbols harder, as if to annunciate more clearly. Nepeta, however, just shook her head. The older troll scowled, teeth bared.
She climbed lithely onto the table, running her fingers over Nepeta's lightly scarred grey skin. She bit back a few moans as the troll's fingertips brushed over several erogenous areas, and when she looked to the older troll's face, she was met with a fierce smile as she pushed two fingers into Nepeta's pussy. She cried out, fists clenching and unclenching at the motion, head tossed to the side. The older troll simply gave a light giggle before continuing to finger deeper, increasing the tempo slightly.
Before long, the young troll was sopping with olive-colored juices and biting her lip hard as the her elder smiled deviously, lowering her mouth to Nepeta's stomach, kissing lightly before biting hard, eliciting a loud yell from the bound troll. She did this several times, each time lower and each kiss met with a more tense and bated breath, waiting for the sharp teeth. Nepeta found herself almost unable to breathe as the older troll, with agonizing slowness, kissed her pelvis, and then moved to plant a soft kiss on Nepeta's smooth mound. Her knuckles were white as her body tensed, ready for the inevitable bite, but instead found the older troll's tongue deep inside.
Nepeta yelled out loudly, squirming against the restraints, both in fear and primal pleasure. The older troll simply smirked, working Nepeta with her tongue and fingers, moving faster and harder as Nepeta slowly lost herself to the sensation, her breath turning from quick, panicked bursts to long, breathy moans.
The older smiled, maneuvering herself around to straddle Nepeta's head, catching the young troll's head beneath her thighs. Nepeta whined a soft protest, but the older olive-blood silenced it quickly by grinding down against her. Nepeta groaned softly, complying with her captor by burying her tongue deep into the older troll's snatch, receiving a cooing growl from the troll on top in return, making her grind harder, reaching back to take Nepeta by the hair and yank hard. The young olive-blood yelped in pain, but complied, burying her face deeper into the adolescent, hoping to get more pleasure and – against what she told herself – she rather enjoyed the taste of the older troll's juices.
After a bit longer, the older troll got off, Nepeta now whining from the lack of juices instead of in protest to them. The older troll chuckled for a moment before fastening a device around her waist. Nepeta frowned, attempting to make it out in the low light.
The older troll smiled devilishly and climbed on top once more, this time face-to-face with Nepeta. Nepeta's eyes found the others. They were so similar, just older. "Meulin", she thought. An invasive thought, not her own. "Meulin Leijon." The Meulin troll kissed Nepeta hard, tongues swirling around in one another's mouths as Meulin's fingers curled into her younger dancestor's hair. Slowly, her free hand reached down, stroking Nepeta gently, eliciting light moans as the lithe fingers rubbed at the young troll's clit and spread her gently. Nepeta's eyes flicked open when she felt something larger.
"W-wait-" she began as Meulin grinned evilly, thrusting forward hard with her hips. Nepeta's vision flooded olive-green and her senses popped for a moment. When she regained tem, she heard a loud, moaning scream. After a moment, she recognized the voice as her own and quieted it down to an agonizingly pleased yell.
Meulin started slow, pumping in and out with the thick strap-on as Nepeta yanked and pulled at her restraints, feeling it begin to cut into her wrists. Meulin threw her head back like an animal in heat, however, oblivious or uncaring to Nepeta's protest. Suddenly, the strap-on slid deeper and something inside Nepeta shifted from agonizing pain to mind-numbing pleasure. Nepeta's vision sparked and fizzed as her hips pumped up to meet her dancestor's again and again. Meulin grinned deviously, pounding harder, faster.
Time seemed to drag on and speed up, expanding and contracting wildly and randomly until finally it began to spin and wind tighter. Nepeta felt the time between her body's spasms shorten; her moans were louder and longer. Meulin noticed too, responding in turn with harder thrusts and a fierce grip, growling as she pounded the young troll.
"P-please!" Nepeta yelled, unsure if she was begging her captor or her own body, unable to hold it in any longer. Inside her, the heat blossomed and exploded, her every pore seeming to tingle with electric pleasure as she bucked hard, pouring her genetic fluids out onto the slab as she shook like a thing possessed. Meulin's thrusts slowed and she smiled, bringing the strap-on to an exhausted Nepeta's lips, happily cleaning the tool dry before letting her head fall against the metal slab with a bang.
Meulin touched two fingers to her dancestor's forehead. "Again – soon" Nepeta nodded hard and Meulin melted back into the shadows once more.
This is the first of several requests I'm doing, since I've found I'm backlogged about 10-13 of them? So expect to see more in the next few days! I'm also doing some that aren't on the "official" listing in the first chapter directory.
This one, sadly, goes out to an anonymous requester, but a requester nonetheless!
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