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Wwho: ~~That big dumb fish~~ Orphaner Dualscar
Wwhere: Inside his hive, apartment 1 of Ordo
Wwhat: He's been sulking for a couple of days. Probably no one's noticed. Wwoe.
Wwhen: Eveningish, I guess? Any time people want to come knocking on his door.
Style: Any. I'll start in prose, but follow you.
Status: Open

It had been a rough couple of weeks for Dualscar. Starting with his death, and then culminating with two people telling him in quick succession that no, it's not you, it's me. Not that he really even wanted either of them. He'd just been giving them a chance, being nice. Anyway, he had Mindfang back, though she seemed far more interested in doing just about anything but spending time with him.

More importantly, he wasn't going anywhere near her while that stupid thought bubble was still floating around beside his head. His thoughts were far too black, too preoccupied with things he'd rather she not know about, not ever, like jadeblood slaves.

It was his lot to be alone, that's all. So he'd spent the last couple of days holed up in his hive, watching stupid television and reading books and sulking in the spa and wishing that the Condesce were here. She cared for him. She'd have made him feel better.

Weh.

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He does jump, though he tries not to. He can't help it, and he growls a little, a deep rumble of mixed pleasure and irritation, as she drags him towards the sleeping rectangle.

"You mean the part wwhere you wwere so gripped wwith performance anxiety that you called for help from my slavves?" he counters, his fingers coming up to grip a horn.

"More like the part where I put you in your place," she replies, leaning up so their lips brush when she speaks, "and then had you for myself. Didn't we have fun, Orphaner?"

Then she does kiss him, pulling at his fin so he'll go down to the sleeping rectangle.

He catches her wrist, fuck, does she want to pull that fin right off? His thought bubble pulses, more memories as well as fantasies flickering through them.

"You don't knoww your OWWN place, girl," he growls as they go down, trying to shift to get on top of her and tugging her horn to keep her head down.

"My place is wherever the hell I want it to be," she laughs, refusing to shift, digging her claws into his fin warningly since his hand on her wrist won't let her tug. She goes down firmly atop him, legs straddling his hips. "All this time and you haven't even learned that yet?"

He grunts, shifting to stretch out on his back, baring his sharp teeth warningly and tugs her head down towards him. "You think that's true. But one day you'll see it's not true."

He arches up agaisnt her. "This isn't a bad place for you to be."

"Hah- mm. Glad you recognize that me being above you suits me so well."

She leans down over him, pinning his chest under her slender, strong arms.

"Going to try to cage me? Make me into what you want me to be? It'll never happen."

He drags her head down and kisses her, biting her lower lip deeply enough to taste blue blood.

"You're the one wwho wwants to learn from me," he growls against her lips. "And I'm more than happy to teach."

"I never said I wanted to learn from you," she hisses in reply, her own fangs slicing into his lips. "I want you to treat me like someone you hate, not like a grub in remedial schoolfeeding."

He laughs, digging his fingers into the base of her horn. "I do loathe you with all a my heart, Spinneret," he purrs, almost affectionately. "But that doesn't mean that you're already up to my standard as a partner and rivval."

She wants to scream in frustration. Wants to punch his face in. But if he humiliates her he wins, so she just snarls, lifts one hand to backhand him across the face.

"The hell I'm not! I'm more than good enough for whoever I please. I'm too good for you."

"One day, maybe you wwill be. Wwith my guidance." He leans up and kisses her again, deeply. "There's no shame in it," he says, though his tone implies quite the opposite.

"There's no shame in a state that doesn't exist," she replies, backhanding him again, right across the sensitive fin.

He hisses at the pain of that and digs his claws hard into the base of her horn, wrenching her head around in an attempt to roll her onto her back.

She lets out a little shriek, laying her forearm across his windchute, cutting off his air as she kisses him hard.

He snarls, bucking against her until he finds himself starting to run out of air. His gills pop open, but of course they can't do anything so long as he's not in the water.

For a moment he collapses, struggling to breathe, his fingers loosening on her.

She just smiles, enjoying his struggles, rocking against him mockingly as he tries to throw her off. Finally, when he collapses, she eases off.

"There's a good little seadweller," she murmurs, slipping a hand under his shirt.

He breathes for a moment, letting an arm flop to one side as if it's too much effort to hold it up. He gives a soft grunt of pleasure at her caress...

Then brings his arm around in a punch straight towards her ear.

Mindfang laughs, having anticipated that, bringing her arm back up to block the punch and twisting his arm.

"You're cute, Orphaner," she murmurs against his ear. "Going to lay claim to me? Make me hurt? Teach me my place? You'll have to do better than that."

Fuck, he has really screwed up.

But even though he still has no leverage, he struggles, grunting as she twists his arm. "Do you really think you can make me givve up on fightin you?" he growls into her ear in return. She's not going to be able to make him passive.

"Give up? No, of course not." She sounds genuinely surprised. "If you didn't keep fighting you wouldn't be worth my time."

He bites her jaw, hard enough to hurt, but only drawing a little blood. His other hand comes up to cup her breast, rubbing at her softness. There are other things he wants to do, other than just plain fighting, but he can't just give up and let her dominate him.

"Glad wwe're on the same fuckin page. Noww let go a my arm before you wwrench it out a the socket!"

"Since you ask so nicely," she laughs, shuddering at the rough attentions as she lets him go. "Make it worth my time, sharkmeat."

"So fuckin' demanding, dirt-sucker," he growls with a smirk, reaching up to card through her hair, scraping her scalp with his claws as he arched up against her weight. She was beautiful, and his again, and it made him want her so badly.

"You wouldn't have it any other way," she replies, rubbing his horns just a little too hard. "You like this, sea-scum, you're craving this, I can see right through your eyes. You want me and here I am, now what are you going to do about it?"

He lifted a leg, wrapping it around her waist and grinding up against her, taking on an expression of self-assured lust, though the grip on his horn made his eyes want to glaze over a little. "And wwhy shouldn't I wwant you. You're mine. And you wwant this at least as much."

He squeezed her breast again and twisted, growling low in his throat. "So go ahead, girl. Servvice me."

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