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Is it Thursday? Must be Mid-Fuck!

Are you tired of building up to the act? Do you sometimes wish for a chance to skip the conversation and go straight for the scenario you've always wanted to experience?

In that case, rejoice! This meme was made for you.

THE RULES:

Post with your character in the middle of having sex.
Any scenario and level of description is allowed!
Other characters reply as your character's partner in that fuck!
Keep going and finish the act.
Go for another round or have fun with cuddling and afterplay.
Have fun!

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[ :D

Whatever you're up for sounds great! ]

[Whoops. That was a delay there. Anyway...!]

This was a nice present. Getting to have a slave... er, toy... er, uh, new friend from an exotic alien planet wasn't something Vriska had expected to get. But no, a gift from the Empress herself was now in her clutches, provided naught but some nice, sturdy "accessories" around her wrists and ankles, but honestly that's all she needed considering her fate.

A handful to control, but she was managing to do it seemingly well enough, one hand between the human girl's legs, three fingers thrusting rapid, hard and deep whilst its mate held tightly onto Umi's hair, pulling and yanking her head to the side with it. Partly just to pull for fun, but also to expose her neck to the troll's mouth as she bites and nips at her flesh, leaving plenty of marks.

As rough as she's being, she's not breaking the skin and drawing blood yet, and with chompers like hers, she definitely could without any trouble. She could rip out the girl's throat if she really wanted to, but she rather wanted to keep Umi alive... well maybe missing some extremities and/or organs later if she felt like it, the troll eying a tray of equipment off to the side; but right now keeping her in relatively one piece was her current intent.

Definitely a slave, probably a toy. Friend is far more questionable. Umi never asked to have aliens invade, to be captured, to be given to an alien as a gift, and who would? Even without restraints, she wasn't going anywhere now, though, even if she got her hands on a weapon she knew how to use; she was outnumbered and more than a little far from home.

Now, there was a benefit to this. Umi had been concerned about being given away, that she'd end up in the clutches of some awful crusty old creepy guy, but Vriska, well... Umi didn't expect grey skin and horns to be all that attractive, but belonging to a girl that seemed to be close-ish in age, and a cute one at that, wasn't the worst fate. Or maybe she was just sexually repressed and desperate. After all, those fingers filling her up weren't making her squirm with pain, she wasn't moaning because she was afraid or anything. Although she hoped some of the, uh, devices were just for show, she could get off to this, even with the hair pulling and the rough, marking bites. In fact, she wasn't sure they didn't help.

She could have indeed wound up with someone a lot worse; "awful", "creepy", and "crusty" easily some good descriptions... "Old", though? Age-wise, sure, physically, probably not so much. Once a troll became an adult, that was it. No old, wrinkly creeps among them; once grown up, they would be that way til death, whether the human definition of middle aged to several thousands of years (or in the Empress' case, tens of 'em, compounded by agelessness). Ugly, on the other hand... plenty of those among even the "beautiful" elite.

Unless something bad happened to Vriska, she'd outlive Umi for several of her lifetimes... well, if she lived to the usual human median, anyway, depending on how things went, said lifetime might be over in a few days, if that. That was the future, though, and for the present, what was happening now would continue. Her biting and nibbling doesn't stop, the troll girl adding Umi's shoulders and collarbone to the collecting spots of her hickeys.

Her fingers continue pounding in and out, continuing to give lewd, squelching sounds to be companions to the human girl's vocalizations and breaths as well as the sounds her own mouth makes against Umi's flesh. That mouth moves on to catch the bluenette's ear in its grasp, Vriska nibbling and tugging at it roughly before letting go. She adds another yank to that blue hair and gives another shoulder bite, and this time, it's to draw out some red.

There wasn't much to think of beyond the present, beyond her, uh, well, her owner - there was no point to thinking about anything else, at least. Thoughts of her friends and family, and her world's fate, those could all occupy her if she allowed them to; and when she wasn't being used by Vriska, she might not be able to think of anything else. With the troll, though, she was more than distracted by the fingers pounding into, fast, hard, while she nibbled and marked up her slender shoulders, her collarbone, all around her.

None of this damage is permanent and physical pain is only temporary. So's pleasure. Umi's a very inexperienced young woman in the ways of this carnal pleasure, sensitive and nervous, her body reacting all too readily to the fingers sliding in and out of her, fast and hard; and even the pain. Whimpering at the tug, she lets Vriska maneuver her to her heart's delight, voice rising as the next bite works to draw blood.

What Umi was distracted from thinking about now would remain truly unknown, although Vriska would probably later tell her pet what usually happens to the intelligent life on conquered planets. The answers would probably put even more uncertainty into the girl's mind when she had whatever time to herself that the troll allowed her. Which, was probably not going to be much.

Indeed, none of the damage she was causing right now would have real permanence; the bruises and scratch marks would fade, the harder bite marks would leave minor scarring. Speaking of bite marks, she sinks her teeth into Umi's flesh with that last bite until she feels her blood flow from the surface. She tastes a little bit, but lets go to see the rest flow from the punctures, her hand unfurling itself from her pet's hair to grope at one of her breasts.

It's so fascinating, so novel to see that, heretical-to-trolls color come out of every human. That only once in a while mutant red so few of their kind possessed. It makes her giggle giddily, but she's not giddy enough to slow nor stop her rough fingering, nor distracting enough to get her to push in a fourth digit to help its friends.

No details, please. Or maybe details. Did she want to know? Would they be better off dead or enslaved? Umi wasn't sure which one she preferred for herself - at least conceptually. In the heat of the moment she preferred her slavery, preferred getting finger-banged by her alien mistress, as shameful as it was to enjoy being treated like a toy. Teeth tear into her, enough to draw blood, finally, and she yelps, fading into harsh breaths; Umi expects that to take her out of the mood and almost says something, when she realizes that it... just hasn't.

It's like she enjoyed it, and as confusing as that is, Umi doesn't have the presence of mind to think about her increasingly well-explored masochistic tendencies as she bleeds, red trickling down her pale skin; as Vriska grabs at a one of her perky breasts, while shoving a fourth finger into her. "Ah! Too... too much, too much," Umi whimpers, as it stretches her tight entrance to the point that her whole body shudders.

Probably enslaved, Vriska would say, well, at least as long as they didn't wind up in the hands of particularly unhinged or sadistic troll. Unfortunately, there were quite a few of those, but they tended to not keep slaves; they were about violent subjugation of those lower on the totem pole within their own species and not much else. Anybody they kept would purely be for very-not-sexual purposes - just to tear apart for a good laugh.

How lucky that the troll girl was not in this just for cheap, kill-and-dispose-of entertainment; no, she desired Umi's body for the exact things she was doing now, though with those decidedly not sexual tools (or at least mixed with some that were) across the room, that could easily change. But the mood wasn't changing, the human girl still very receptive.

Umi then utters the first few words in a while, the way that lovely voice was strained with pleasured agony. Vriska seems to consider her pet's words, juice-slicked fingers sliding out of her pussy, her other hand gently squeezing her breast before trailing down her belly, and winding up tracing over her crotch. A kiss is planted on the side of the bluenette's neck, and things seem to calm down.

However, that changes quickly as she wedges her dry fingers together and puts them in her wet fingers' place inside of Umi, quickly going just as hard as before. That kiss turns into another blood-letting bite, just barely missing anything vital. Her slick hand shoots up just before that, clasping over her mouth, Vriska trying to push two fingers inside of it as well.

Ripping your own kind up seemed to work for trolls and hey, maybe it'd keep a few humans alive for a given value of alive - becoming a slave race to an alien empire wasn't much of a life. Not that Umi was all that aware, she wouldn't be leading any great slave uprisings against them (or even terrible immediately-quelled-and-annihilated uprisings), just going along with her mistress. She was all focused on the sex, and as scared as she was, she also didn't want to give Vriska an excuse to use any of her more... awful toys.

Aside from that, her body is certainly reacting, aroused and wet. Four fingers, though, is pushing it to the point of painful stretching; Vriska's her first lover, and she wasn't sticking anything all that thick inside of herself. The more delicate hands, squeezing and sliding down her body, those feel nice, especially once Vriska lets up on her poor pussy. She leans against that kiss, her pained breaths calming down...

And then teeth sink into her very near to her vital blood vessels, and two fingers drive inside of her, and instinct tells her to scream; and that leaves her mouth open to let those two fingers inside of her, slick with her own juices.

She was very willing to give her pet a mostly complacent life in sexual servitude, especially if Umi was willing to go through with it for the most of all that entailed. Right now was all about breaking her in and breaking just a little bit of the girl's person, though to her "a little bit" could be anything from adding more of her fun little bites to removing a few things Umi wouldn't need in the long run.

Speaking of those bites, now that she's got her fingers in the mouth of her pet thanks to the opportunity she was given by the pain that last one brought, she takes Umi's tongue between them and toys with it. She giggles, keeping her mouth latched to that latest double puncture, feeling the other girl's own pulse with her mouth and tongue while she watches more of that lovely red flow from her.

One hand's fingers plunge in and out in one place while the other's tug and rub over Umi's tongue for a bit more, and though she does keep going, she finally lets go with her mouth, and plants a kiss on the wound. It is then that Vriska speaks for the first time in a while, her voice dripping with both desire and cruelty.

"Ahahaha, you aren't doing too bad so far, so many things I've heard about your kind being so fragile, and yet... Mm, you're taking it almost like one of us." Another tug on the tongue comes from her as she says 'one of us', and she then lets go, but keeps her hand in front of her pet's face, holding out her fingers now, and gives the bluenette a task "Clean them off and you can come, Umi."

Well, she was also breaking a lot of skin, and the job of breaking her as a person was going swimmingly just from the fact that she was, in some way, enjoying this. That was weird of her, weird and messed up and she felt messed up even aside from the pain of fangs sinking into her, blood flowing to the beat of her pulse.

Umi can't exactly voice her displeasure at having her tongue, uh, played with, just making an annoyed sound while trying to lick Vriska's fingers in turn; it doesn't exactly work when the troll is in control though. Still, the pain is subsiding once again.

Rocking her hips a little as fingers thrust into her, Umi whimpers, breaths shaky and uneven. "Th-thank you," she accepts the praise once her tongue is released, licking her lips, "p-please... please let me come."

And to ensure that, she dives in, taking those fingers into her mouth and lavishing them with attention from her tongue, tasting her own fluids.

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