A/N: I want to try something different with this story. It occurred to me that the characters seemed a bit… well… out of character. So… in addition to this next chapter… I'll be doing another one to see how this story could have gone another direction. For each chapter, I'll be labeling it either "A" or "B", so that way you guys will no which chapter follows which, seeing how it can get confusing…
PM me if you have any questions!
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It was hard faking it…
…fuck…
It was impossible.
Summoner… fuck you for making me become flushed for you…
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"The first excuse you gave me I'm willing to at least consider… but… there's no fucking way you of all trolls is flushed for me." He said with a tone filled with disbelief.
You knew it.
You knew it.
You motherfucking knew it –
He drew out his weapon and proceeded to stab you with it. You dodged it.
Fuck.
"You've toyed with me before, but this is going too far. Don't you fucking lie to me about redrom!" He shouted at you.
You had to get him to stop. Your blood pumper couldn't take anymore.
In one move, you charged, and tackled him as before, but this time the hate in your eyes was gone.
You leaned closer to his face, even though he was struggling to push you way.
When you pressed your lips firmly against his, he stopped his movement all together.
This time, you didn't bite his lips, and you didn't claw away at his arms.
You forced your long purple tongue passed his lips, and wrapped it around his brown tongue, kissing him passionately.
'What am I doing?' You thought.
A pair of hands placing themselves around your neck interrupted your think pan.
He was kissing back…
You pulled away.
He was looking at you, lightly panting.
"You fucker. Don't quit now." He said… more like demanded, and slammed his lips on to yours.
Oh, were you feeling it.
You pressed your body to his, and he wrapped his legs around your waist in response. He kissed you harder and deeper, wanting you to go further. You could feel both of your bulges' getting hot, as you slid your hands up his shirt, and ripped it from his chest.
You wanted him so MOTHERFUCKING badly now.
While maintaining your kiss, you picked him up and placed him on your throne. He growled a bit when you tugged at his pants. The Summoner pulled away, and you both glared at each other, panting.
"If you want me to believe you, now's your chance. Don't fuck this up." He said.
You growled at his attitude, but compromised at the thought that he WAS giving you a chance. Plus, you didn't have to force him this way either. Good.
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You wasted no time taking the both of you to your bedroom. You laid the winged troll down on the black and purple sheets, kissing him all the while. The both of you wasted not a second removing each others shirts, and pants to follow up. You teased him by rubbing your knee against his nook, which quickly aroused the both of you.
"Wait…" He suddenly spoke. You looked down at him in bewilderment.
"What?"
"If we're going to do this as matesprits, and not kismesis's… can I at least know your name?" He asked in a somewhat annoyed tone. Of all the times to be asking this question, he had to pick when the both of you were about to experience something wonderful. Great.
"If you HAVE TO KNOW. It's Kurloz. There, motherfucking HAPPY?" You answered, rather annoyed yourself. At least he wants to TRY being matesprits.
"Yes. I'm Rufio. Now… get the fuck on with it! I'm dying." He said, with a slight moan at the last part. You smirked – both at the thought that you've been black for this troll for as long as you can motherfucking remember, and you don't know each other's names, only titles. Also, you smirked at how tempting the brown blood looked right now, especially in the dim light of your room.
"At least motherfucking TRY to relax." You said to him, knowing how tense he must be right now.
With no further distractions, you leaned in and kissed him deeply once again. The more you touched and kissed each other, the more your bulge wants to free itself from its nook. Not wanting to waste a single second more, you pushed your body against him even more, resulting in your tentabulge unseathing.
"Fuck… Rufio…" You moaned. It took you by surprise to see a sly look coming across the Summoners' face. What the hell could he possibly be planning?
Without warning, the brown blood grabbed a hold of your long tentabulge and stroked it lightly, making you growl in pleasure. You kissed him again as he continued this motion – up and down, again and again.
He pushed you back on the bed this time. You didn't know what to expect now, seeing how you were always the one 'on top'.
"What are you up to?" You asked. Rufio chuckled before answering.
"I suppose I can trust you… but can you trust me?" He asked, eyes reflecting the look of a playful child.
"I guess…" You answered in bewilderment, not knowing what he was about to do. Surly nothing caliginous… you hoped.
He took you by surprise when he kissed you gently, trailing his hands over your bare chest. This caused you to blush more than ever, seeing how you've never been so exposed to him before. He was smiling now, probably because he's happy you trust him enough to explore… that and you were letting him top you at all. In a weird sense, you… wanted him to top you. You always gave, and he was always the one receiving in your previous relation ship. Of course your moments together were pleasurable, but not like this. Then again… blackrom and redrom are two different principles.
This should be interesting.